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Love Ghirahim(& or /)Zelda(& or/)Link where Link sees Zelda as just Zelda, just his friend who did nothing wrong ever, but he still blames Hylia for putting them through hell and manipulating his friend opposite Ghirahim who only sees Hylia, who cannot forgive her, who knows he was wrong but thinks Hylia is worse and places all the blame on the girl that is now Zelda.
But a lot of fanon forgets the part where they're both right and wrong. It needs Zelda who is both and neither, who is "still your Zelda" but now has memories that aren't her own and has magic she doesn't know how to use outside of throwing a harp across a pit and sealing herself in a crystal. Who feels guilty that she used Link and maybe? towards how Ghirahim ended up depending on his backstory, but also she's Zelda and she didn't do anything he says she did, and she was innocent too and doesn't deserve to die like he wants her to.
So much ghiralink hinges on the two of their opinions and emotions surrounding Zelda/Hylia, who becomes nothing more than an idea or symbol. Her personhood is taken away and she gets no say in the narrative she's supposedly pulling the strings for. And I'm not saying it's always a bad thing in fic, but I wish more fan content incorporated her into the story. But then a lot could be solved if they would just talk to her
#unfortunately I am the only person writing them like this afaik đ#at least the only one doing it ghirazelink as a poly ship and not gen#to be alive beneath cherry blossoms isn't ghirazelink but it's ghiralink with zelda&link friendship and Ghirahim & Zelda and I think it gets#them so well. zelda is so human but still pulls the 'im the goddess so shut up and listen to me' card. Ghirahim is angry that Hylia#is now claiming she's innocent but slowly realizes she's not hylia anymore. not exactly#and there's a part about him refusing to call her Zelda when she asks him and later he accidentally calls her Zelda? and has to#correct himself but the damage is already done. they're friends now there's no going back#I'm. always thinking about that and going insane
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the magicians committed so many crimes against me personally but the Margo x Josh and Julia x Penny-23 relationships those were horrendous. Felt like I was being hate crimed by both storylines for different reasons.
#was just thinking about this again#s speaks#the magicians#I remember when the margosh storyline started airing I and several other people in the fandom were convinced it was supposed to be a gag#I was so innocent and naive back then⌠đ
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The pjo ship poll is just proof that the fandom has not outgrown its cringefail ways and honestly it's kind of comforting
#i wish I could go back to the chaos of 2012 đ#there's something so innocent about hating on perachel and putting reynico on your list of ships#I also like knowing that me and the mutuals get moral superiority
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Yâall mind if I rant on main?
The absolute nerve to tell someone âhey this thing you legit canât change? Change itâ is one thing.
Telling them youâre a messenger from God when they say that that hurt their feelings and they try to establish boundaries is something else though.
If Iâve made it clear that religion is something I donât wanna talk about, why do you always bring it up? Iâm so incredibly patient and I let you talk about stories in your bible because whatever, go ahead. But then you try to push your religion on me when Iâve clearly stated that Iâm not gonna stick to one religion right now. Correct me if Iâm wrong (Iâm not) but thereâs nothing wrong with looking into different religions to see what actually feels right to you. You shouldnât commit unless you genuinely feel like thatâs what makes sense to you. Your religion doesnât. I never talk bad about your religion because I think thatâs not the best thing to do. I let you do you. Then you text me with all these passages telling me to not like women because God says no and stuff about my soul and when Iâm restating my boundaries and making it clear that this relationship will only work of you respect those boundaries and telling you who I like is none of your business, IâM TRIPPING?
âIâm just the messengerâ âIâve never forced God down your throatâ, do you have Him on speed dial? And yes you have. You do this all the time. And I was gonna be all nice and not let it be known how frustrated I am, but I AM frustrated. I am always trying to make others happy and ignore my own happiness. Iâve done it my whole childhood. Iâm not doing that anymore and you and everyone else just have to deal with it. And itâs so irritating because we HAD a really close relationship. This is the same person who introduced me to Teen Wolf, a show that I love with all my heart. I loved when we hung out. We would talk about serious things or sometimes media we enjoyed. Weâd talk on the phone late at night for a long time. I wanna do a swan dive off a tall building because bro??
I have other religious siblings and they have never said something like this. My mom is religious and even she acknowledged I canât change my sexuality and it doesnât define me as a person. Thereâs someone out there committing murder but IâM the problem because I kiss men, women and anyone in between? Alright.
See yâall next time I wanna rant đđđž
#now Iâm no longer quiet and mysterious đ#sickening fr#Iâm still on a break but I feel bad I keep spamming my friends so here I am#you donât have to agree with what I do but donât act like youâre all innocent and bash me#I could be snorting all types of things. I feel like we lucked out here#ngl I miss inpatient therapy because I could just disconnect and have my little safe bubble#Iâm thugging so Iâm not going back but I do miss not knowing what was going on outside the hospital and my family being soft with me#do you still like me or am I complaining too much?đ
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SACRILEGIOUS DEVOTION [1/3]
ship: father charlie x fem!nun!reader warnings: nsfw đ (oral sex/f. receiving; overstimulation; coercion/dub-con?; sacrilege, heavy religious imagery) word count: 3.6k a/n: So, Father Charlie is out here losing all his morals and sanity on Grotesquerie and my mind couldn't help but match it, so what's a better idea other than channeling all the religious trauma/journey into a spicy one-shot? i for one feel like it's a mini-therapy, but enough rambling, enjoy đŠđŤśđž i'm in love with a holy man, mother đâŚ. second part: đđđđ đđ
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Father Charlie Mayhew was a sick man.
Not in the manner of flesh, but of spirit. He could feel the sickness festering in the quiet corners of his heart, a sinful yearning that had taken root there, twisting itself around his thoughts like creeping ivy.
It was a sickness that, he believed, made him a grotesque parody of the holy man he was meant to be. For how could he call himself righteous, devoted, when every whisper of prayer felt stained by the way his eyes followed you, Sister ____?
You were a vision of purity, an embodiment of the kind of gentle devotion that Father Charlie envied and craved all at once.
He watched you from a distance, always careful not to draw your gaze, afraid of what you might see if you looked too deeply. How dutiful you were, sweeping the church aisle with a focus that made him forget the dust and see only the graceful motion of your hands.
The sun, filtered through stained glass, seemed to seek you out, casting colors on your habit as if to mark you as someone far beyond his grasp, almost holy in your mundane tasks.
It was in the mornings, when he heard the soft chime of your laughter in the courtyard as you fed the pigeons, that he felt the deepest sting of his wretchedness.
The world seemed simpler in those moments, your laughter echoing off the stone walls, the warmth of early sun painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. He wondered if you knew how your kindness drew even the animals to you, their heads dipping into your palms as if receiving communion.
There was a stillness to you, a gentleness in every gesture.
The worst of it was during your services. Father Charlie had seen you on your knees before, hands folded in earnest prayer, your lips moving softly as you whispered your devotion to God.
He would stand at the back of the chapel, watching with a mixture of awe and something far darker. He told himself it was admiration, but the truth festered beneath that facade.
It was longing, a hunger that ached at the edges of his soul.
A storm raged outside the convent one evening, winds battering the church walls with a fury that mirrored the tempest building in his chest. The clouds were bloated, dark as his thoughts, and thunder rolled across the sky with a violence that shook even the faith he held so dear.
You had come to his chambers in the dead of night, your knock barely audible over the howling wind. He had been preparing for bed, freshly out of the shower, wearing only his boxers when he heard you at the door.
The creak of the old wood seemed to echo forever as he opened it, and there you stood, eyes wide, looking so impossibly fragile in the dim candlelight of the corridor. Your modest night slip clung to your form, the thin fabric shifting in the draft that sneaked in from the hallway.
Charlie's breath had caught in his throat at the sight of you, innocence incarnate, seeking refuge with him.
He hesitated for only a moment before allowing you in, quickly wrapping himself in a silk robe that hung loosely on his shoulders, barely tied. He knew he should not let you enter, but there was something in the way you looked at himâso trusting, so devotedâthat made him abandon every rational thought.
You had come asking to pray with him, your soft voice trembling as you spoke. The storm outside seemed like a reflection of the turmoil within him as he let you step past the threshold, closing the door behind you.
Now, you were here, kneeling before him, your eyes upturned and wide, waiting for his command, for his instruction like the obedient servant of God that you were.
Your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts, a gentle, "Father...?"
Charlie could only lament to himself how sinfully pure you looked. He hummed softly, his eyes dark as they trailed over you, lingering on the curve of your shoulders, the delicate line of your neck.
The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across your skin, highlighting the innocence that made his hunger all the more unbearable.
"Yes, forgive me, Sister. Let us now pray," he finally said, his voice low and rough, the words nearly swallowed by the sound of the wind outside. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your forehead, and you leaned into the touch without hesitation, your eyes closing as if his hand was a blessing.
He swallowed hard, his thoughts spiraling deeper into the forbidden desires he had tried so desperately to keep buried.
He began to pray, his voice low, raspy, each word a struggle against the chaos inside him. "Heavenly Father, we come before you tonight..." But the words felt hollow, their meaning slipping away as he watched you, kneeling so obediently at his feet.
His eyes darkened, wandering further down, tracing the lines of your form. The way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, the soft rise and fall of your chest with each breathâit all seemed to pull him further from the sanctity of the moment.
He should have been thinking of God, of salvation, of the purity of the prayerâbut instead, he was thinking of you, of the way the thin fabric clung to your skin, the soft curve of your breasts visible through the modest slip.
He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the delicate line of your collarbone, the way it rose and fell with each breath you took.
The more he spoke, the less the words mattered. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, spreading through his body, his thoughts growing more erratic, each word of the prayer slipping further from its sacred meaning, twisting into something profane, something filthy. "Protect us from all evil..." he whispered as he traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, the words a bitter irony as he felt himself drawn further into the darkness of his desires.
His hand moved lower, fingers trailing down your neck, lingering at the hollow of your throat. His touch was gentle, but there was a weight behind it, a hunger that he could no longer deny.
He could almost see the curve of your bare skin beneath the thin fabric, the outline of your body that he should not be imagining. He tried to focus on the prayer, but every word felt like a lie. He let out a shaky breath, the prayer faltering on his lips. "Guide us... guide us in your light," he managed, his voice thick with the weight of his longing.
The storm outside raged on, the wind howling as if to warn him, but Father Charlie could no longer hear it. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart, the rush of blood in his ears as he looked down at you, so trusting, so willing.
As the final words of the prayer fell from his lipsâ"Amen"âyou echoed him, your voice soft and unwavering. You blinked open your eyes, looking up at him with such innocence and Charlie felt himself slip past the point of no return.
He knew that no amount of prayer could ever cleanse him of what he wanted, that he could no longer pretend, no longer fight against the pull that drew him to youâthe sweet, precious nun who had unknowingly captured his very soul.
Father Charlie stood, his robe slipping slightly from his shoulders, exposing the toned muscle beneath. The wind howled outside, and thunder bellowed again, followed by a flash of lightning that lit the room in a brief, startling blaze of white.
You were still kneeling before him, your wide eyes following his every movement, the flickering light casting you in both shadow and radiance.
Charlie bent at the waist, his fingers reaching out to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your bottom lip as his half-lidded eyes trailed over your face. "Sister ____," he murmured, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of affection, his name for you almost reverent, as though you were something sacred, something he could worship in his own unholy way.
You blinked, shifting slightly beneath his touch, a soft stutter escaping your lips. "F-Father...?"
He grasped one of your hands, his fingers wrapping around yours, and as he stood, he gently urged you to rise with him. His gaze never left your face, his eyes dark and full of something raw. He began to speak, his voice barely more than a murmur, the words heavy with confession. "As a man of God, there are expectations placed upon me," he started, his tone wavering between remorse and something darker, something that made his grip on your hand tighten. "I am meant to guide, to protect, to remain steadfast in my faith."
His other hand moved, slowly pulling your trembling hand against his bare stomach, pressing your palm against the hard planes of his abdomen.
You gasped, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, your hand trembling beneath his. The heat of his skin burned into your palm, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.
Charlie continued, his voice lowering, growing more intense as he spoke. "But these days... these days, Sister, I find myself at war. At war with desires that threaten to consume me..." His words trailed off, and he let out a low hum as he rubbed your hand across his stomach, the movement slow, deliberate.
Your hand hesitated for a moment, the warmth of his skin making you tremble as you instinctively pulled back. But his grip was firm, guiding you back, and slowly, tentatively, your fingers splayed across his stomach, your touch feather-light.
You swallowed hard, your eyes flickering down before you took a timid step closer, as if drawn by some invisible force. Your gaze shifted to the side, your cheeks warming with embarrassment at the proximity, at the way you could feel his heart beating beneath your palm.
Father Charlie's eyes never left you, and he could see every ounce of hesitation, every flicker of uncertainty that danced across your face. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against your forehead as he spoke, his voice a low murmur, "There's no need to be afraid, Sister. You are safe here... with me."
You blinked, your lashes fluttering as you dared to look up at him, your eyes meeting his through the veil of uncertainty.
There was something in his gaze, something dark and magnetic that pulled at you, made your pulse race. His thumb brushed the edge of your jaw; the touch almost comforting, but there was an intensity behind it that made you shiver.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice to speak, your fingers trembling slightly against his skin. He smiled, a slow, almost predatory curve of his lips, and he hummed again, satisfied with your silent answer.
His other hand moved to rest against the small of your back, pulling you just a little bit closer, his robe parting further, exposing more of his chest.
Your breath hitched as you felt the distance between you closing, the way his body seemed to envelop yours. You could barely think, your mind clouded with the storm of emotions and the strange, electric pull you felt toward him.
His thumb traced along your bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he watched you. You felt your pulse quicken, your knees weakening under the intensity of his gaze.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and something darker, something that made your heart pound even harder. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body react, leaning in just slightly, as if craving more of his warmth, his touch.
His fingers trailed lower, coaxing your hand along his body, and you felt the tension, the desire in every muscle. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a husky whisper, "Let me show you, Sister ____... let me show you what devotion truly means."
He kissed you then, his lips crashing against yours like a man starved. His mouth moved hungrily, tasting, devouring, and you felt his tongue lick into your mouth, coaxing a soft, surprised whimper from your throat. His groan vibrated against your lips, the sound raw and desperate.
Your head spun, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the sheer need in his kiss.
You pulled back, gasping for air, your lips tingling from the force of his kiss. He didn't give you a moment to recover; his lips moved to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin.
He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp, to make your knees weaken beneath you. The heat of his mouth trailed down, his tongue flicking out to soothe each small bite, and you felt your body trembling, a warmth pooling low in your belly.
Charlie's hands were relentless, holding you steady as your body threatened to give out, your knees buckling as his mouth worked against your skin. He pulled back only long enough to whisper your name, his voice thick with something between reverence and hunger.
Before you knew it, he had scooped you up, his arms strong and sure as he carried you towards his bed. Your breath hitched, your fingers clinging to his robe as he moved, each step filled with purpose.
He set you down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. His eyes roamed over you, dark and filled with desire, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
Father Charlie moved quickly, his hands deft as he pushed your slip off your shoulders, the fabric sliding down your skin and pooling around your waist. His lips followed the path of the falling slip, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your shoulders, his warm breath fanning across your skin.
You shivered beneath his touch, the cool air of the room prickling at your exposed skin, your nipples pebbling in response.
His eyes darkened at the sight of you, and he let out a low groan, his hands running along your bare arms, feeling the way you trembled beneath him. "You're like a goddess," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence and lust. "Perfect. Untouched. A temptation I can't resist." His lips found your collarbone, kissing, nipping, his words vibrating against your skin.
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, your heart pounding as his lips moved lower, trailing down the center of your chest, his hands spreading across your back, urging you to arch into him. His kisses were relentless, each one making your breath catch, making your body react in ways that felt both unfamiliar and thrilling.
You couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you, unsure of what to do, where to touch.
Charlie pulled back for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, his gaze filled with hunger. He pushed you back against the bed, guiding you to lie down, his hands never leaving your body, his touch possessive, as if he couldn't bear to be without contact. He looked down at you, splayed out before him, your slip barely covering you, and he licked his lips, his eyes raking over every inch of your exposed skin.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of adoration and hunger. "So innocent, so pure... and all mine." He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss, his hands working the slip further down your body, baring you completely to him.
The cool air made you shiver, your body exposed, vulnerable, and you couldn't help the way your legs shifted, instinctively trying to close.
Charlie's hands moved to your knees, gently but firmly pushing them apart, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched your reaction. His lips moved from your mouth, trailing down your jaw to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he groaned against you.
He pulled the slip away entirely, tossing it aside, his hands roaming over your bare skin, mapping every inch as though he were committing you to memory. "You are... perfection," he muttered, his voice strained, filled with a hunger that made your breath hitch.
His lips moved lower, trailing down your body, leaving a heated path across your chest, your stomach, and further down. His hands were strong, keeping your legs pinned open to the bed, his fingers pressing into your thighs with a possessive hold. He kissed along your inner thighs, his warm breath fanning over your skin, making you shiver, anticipation coiling in your belly.
You instinctively tried to scoot back, to move away as you felt his breath getting closer to your core, but Charlie's grip tightened, his hands holding you firmly in place. He looked up at you, his eyes dark, almost predatory, as he whispered, "Stay still, Sister... let me worship you."
He breathed you in, a deep, satisfied groan rumbling from his chest. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if savoring the scent of you, and then he leaned in, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit.
A squeal, half surprise and half pleasure, escaped your lips, your back arching slightly off the bed.
Father Charlie's tongue moved with a purpose, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands kept your legs spread, his grip firm and unyielding as he worked his mouth against you, his groans vibrating against your core.
He was relentless, his mouth moving with a hunger that made your head spin, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you.
You could feel his smooth skin against your inner thighs, the sensation only adding to the overwhelming pleasure that built inside you. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against you, his eyes flicking up to watch your every reaction.
The sight of youâyour flushed cheeks, your parted lips, the way your chest heaved with every ragged breathâonly seemed to spur him on, his groans growing louder as he tasted you.
Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, your hips bucking against his mouth, a whimper slipping from your lips. Charlie's hands moved to hold your hips down, pinning you to the bed as he continued, his tongue delving into you, his nose brushing against your clit as he worked, utterly consumed by the taste of you.
He was lost in it, in you, his tongue moving faster, his mouth desperate as he devoured you.
You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, your body trembling beneath him. The heat built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter, until you felt like you might break apart. His name fell from your lips, a breathless plea, and he groaned in response, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.
Your back arched off the bed, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body ready to fall apart under his touch.
Your first orgasm washed over you without warning, a blinding wave of pleasure that left you feeling weightless, your entire body trembling as you came undone beneath him. You melted into the bed like butter, your limbs going limp as the intensity of it left you breathless.
Charlie's mouth moved against you with a fervent hunger, drinking in every bit of your release as if it were the most sacred offering.
A small whimper escaped your lips as the sensation grew overwhelming, your body growing sensitive to his touch. He didn't stop, his tongue moving lazily, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from you, his mouth still savoring you.
Your grip on his head shifted, your fingers now pushing at him, trying to get him to stop, but his hands only gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you in place. "W-Wait..." The heat in your stomach was already starting to build again, the slow, deliberate movements of his tongue igniting another fire deep within you.
Charlie groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, his face buried even further between your legs, his tongue relentless.
Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps, your body trembling once more as the pleasure built. You could feel another orgasm approaching, your mind spinning as you tried to form words, but all that left your throat were broken, incoherent soundsâstatic that filled the room as you babbled.
You tried to scoot back, to move away from the overwhelming sensation, but Charlie's strong arms wrapped around your hips, yanking you back down, his grip unyielding. His own hips pressed into the bedding below, his desperation evident as he devoured you.
You teetered on the edge once more, the pleasure too much, too intense, until it finally broke over you again, your body arching, your mind going completely blank as you came undone a second time.
The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on you, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming ecstasy that left you gasping for air.
As you came down from your high, your body trembling, Father Charlie finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. He stared up at you with dark, lidded eyes, his expression filled with hunger, with desire that seemed insatiable.
There was no hesitation, no regretâonly a raw need that made it clear he no longer cared about going against his vows, no longer cared about the priesthood or what was right.
All that mattered to him was you.
A/N: i'm sorry, i just watched Grotesquerie last night and i've become obssessed.... ugh, the tension between father charlie and sister megan is just *chefs kiss* it's clear that megan is obviously meant to be y/n and the screenplay was written in the intent of it being catered to the female gaze because wheeeeww đŠ...
#xani-writes: father charlie mayhew fics#grotesquerie#father charlie mayhew#father charlie x reader#father charlie smut#charlie mayhew#priest x nun#nun reader#smut#x reader#naive girl#reader insert#fem reader#x female reader#female reader#one shot#nicholas alexander chavez#charlie mayhew x reader#father Charlie mayhew x reader#nicholas chavez#nicholas alexander chavez x reader#father charlie mayhew x reader#father charlie#nicholas chavez smut#nicholas chavez x reader
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HOLE IN THE WALL â JUJUTSU KAISEN
( TW ) f!reader. sex work. unprotected sex. praise. dedegration. unprotected sex. creampies. spanking. (Not a gangbang btw, just back to back sex!)
FEATURING. Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento.
authors note. I thought it would be fun to leave the identities a mystery,,,can you guess the order of who is who đ¤ ? I fear this is unedited bc Iâm still suffering in bed and hate rereading đ
. . . 9:30 PMÂ
You lay comfortably on the bench underneath you. Well as comfortably as you could. Your boss refused to buy new benches, instead leaving you and your coworkers with these .5-inch foam benches. Youâve gotten used to it, so it doesnât bother you much these days. Â
âGettinâ your first customer y/n! Itâs businessman!â The new girl yelled through the door your lower body was in. You donât bother yelling back. Sheâd be long gone by now. You scoot your ass further into the private room. You know âbusinessmanâ likes watching your ass recoil against his hips. You perk up when you hear the door open and shut. Â
âHey sweetheart,â Businessman says is a tired raspy voice. âHi!â You say back, heâs been here so much that you know he fucks better when heâs able humanize the ass hanging out the wall for him.Â
You feel his rough hands fondle with your ass. You shake a little, earning a small laugh and pinch. âSo perfect.â He groans and within a few seconds you feel the rubber covered tip of his cock head at the entrance. He pushes in slowly, and your grateful your last I lent used a bit too much lube, leaving you wet enough to take businessmanâs cock without much struggle. Â
âFuck yes, waited all day for this pussy.â He grunts, hands gripping your hips. He pushes in and out at a slow pace, he likes savoring the feeling of your tight pussy. You moan softly at the feeling of his cock sliding against your walls at the gentle pace but that gentle pace soon turns into the rough fucking youâre used to. The type of fucking only a stressed man who wastes his money and sex shop could give you. You moan louder, his cock hitting all your soft spots.
âWant you to come with me alright?â He brings his hands around to your clit. He rubs harsh circles into your clit and after being used and denied orgasm for so long you're coming in his big cock as he fills the condom. âFuck, sweetheart. Youâre so good to me, so good.â He rambles and you respond with small thanks You's
. . . 9:45 PMÂ
Several minutes after businessman gently shut to door you hear the door open. Men back-to-back which youâd usually be pissed at but after that orgasm your relaxed enough and itâs not like you have a choice. Â
âHa! So, this is where he goes after work?â A man says in a deep voice, albeit childish tone. âAnd I thought he was innocent! Hello? Is this real?â The man pushes a finger into your ass as if he was expecting to feel silicone. There goes your good mood. Â
âHi, yes Iâm real and that kinda hurt!â You say loud enough to pass the drywall that covers your upper body. The man laughs and you can feel his breath on your ass, it feels like heâs close enough to look through the curtain your ass hangs out. âUhmâyou arenât allowed to look through that sir!â You stutter, ready to yell for the faux security to come get a rowdy man out.Â
âSorry! Just wanted a sneak peek!â He laughs, standing back up and silently admiring the view of your shiny ass. He brings his long hands down and starts rubbing all over your ass. You roll your eyes; his dick better be decent.Â
âDoes the man that came in before me come here a lot?â Â
âI canât tell you that.âÂ
âPretty please?âÂ
âDo I have to call security?â You grumble. Â
âSorry pretty, can a man not talk anymore? Where the lubeâoh there we go, now let meââ The man does something you canât see before suddenly shoving his too-long dick into you. You scream into the bench.Â
âOh fuck, so fucking tight.â He grits out as your pussy clenches hard around him. âShouldâve paid extra for no protection.â He whispers to himself before pulling out of you. He pushes back in before his mushroom head could leave your warm pussy. Â
You moan louder than you have all day as he continues to fuck you with his long cock. Heâs fucking you so good, tip hitting your cervix that you feel your pussy start to pulse around him. Youâre about to cum again.Â
âFuck, pretty, come on my cock.â He slams into you, hand going down to claw your hips. You open your mouth in a silent scream as you come on the cocky manâs cock. Â
. . . 10:37 PMÂ
You settle back onto the bench, bladder empty and stomach full of the lunch box you packed for yourself. To wake yourself up, you had to splash your face with water a few times. The back-to-back orgasms those men had given you were enough to lose all the energy you had before coming to work. As you settled back in you mentally prepared yourself for the full night you had ahead of yourself. Back-to-back orgasms were unheard of here, you were lucky, and doubted it would ever happen again. The door slams shut, for cling you to stop thinking about those men. You lie on the bench and look at the concrete wall to the side. Â
âMissed me girl?â The older man grunted, and your heart skipped a beat. It was him. Your favorite client. He hadnât been here in so long you thought he mightâve been killed or sent to jail. You knew he wasnât the sanest man out there. Â
âS-sir?â You hesitantly ask, calling your favorite client by the nickname he loved.
âMhm.â He answers, heavy hands coming to rub and fondle your pussy. You feel your face heat. âThis pussy miss me? Miss actually having orgasms in this hell hold?â Â
You answer him with a lie, he didnât have to know you were still coming down from two orgasms with cocks that could rival his. Â
âKnew you did girl, but I', back. Gonna give this sweet pussy the orgasm itâs been craving.â The man pulls out his cock, thankful he was able to scrap enough change to pay for unprotected sex with you. He just had to not come inside, or else he was banned from every location in the city. He runs the tips all over your ass and pussy, before shoving his cock into you. You dig your nails into the sides of the bench as his fat cock stretches you. Not even the other cocks before were this girthy. Â
âF-fuck sir!â You scream when he slaps your ass. You clench around his cock, not wanting him to pull out. Â
âAll these damn cocks and this pussy is still this tight, fuckinâ A.â He grunts, slapping your ass as he thrust in and out of you. The sheer force of him has you coming so hard that your vision goes black for a second before returning when he hits a particular spot. Â
âThat was fuckinâ fast girl. Gonna make me come.â He grunts and brings his hand down fast and hard. The sound of his smack echoes in the empty room. âWish I could come in this pussy.â He grumbles before pulling out. He first his fat cock before getting an idea. He brings the tip to your entrance, not pushing it in, and empties his load. You gasp and the feeling of his come spurting all over your pussy. You should be screaming right now, if any of his come had gotten into you, you could be pregnant. But inside your pussy thrums at the thought of this older mystery man leaving you with nothing but his child. You wish you werenât on birth control.Â
. . . 11:01 PMÂ
The man didnât bother cleaning his come off you. Instead, he said he was leaving it as a parting gift because he didnât know the next time he would see you. You were too fucked out to clean yourself off, so you left his cum just as he left it. Smeared and dripping off your pussy. Â
When the next man came in you didnât even care that he was about you fuck another man's come into you, you found it hot. He didnât though.Â
âCanât believe my best friend sent me here to look at a used pussy.â He spit out and you tensed.Â
âHuhââÂ
âYou heard me, matter of fact I was just told that you werenât allowed creampies? Going against company rules now? Fuckinâ slutty bitch.â He snarls and brings a hand down to pinch at your swollen clit that peaked out your lips. You whine.Â
âThink I might go out and tell, I donât wanna use some stretched cunt.â His twists and pulls at your clit.Â
âW-wait please donât do that, please.â You cry, you were going to get in trouble with your boss if this mean man said those lies. Your boss always believed the words of so random men and he would take some of your check out. âIâll do anything, please, donât.â Â
âNah mâgonna tell. After Iâm done with this pussy though. Already paid for you, might as well get a feel,â he tells you, as he unzips his pants. âNow be quiet, holes donât talk.â The man degrades you as he shoves his cock into you. You cry at the burn. The only thing helping is the other leftover cum he shoved in you.Â
âFuck he was right; this pussy is too tight.â He grunts hands bruising your hips with how tight heâs gripping. You cry into the bench as he fu is you like he hates you. âIsnât that crazy? This pussy gets used all damn day and yet itâs still this tight. What all the cocks you take too small or somethingâ?â He slaps your ass.Â
âOh fuck, mâgonna come in the sweet pussy. Gonna give you that creampie you arenât allowed. Gonna fuck my come so deep into this pussy itâll be dripping out of you for days.â His grip on your hips tightens, and you scream into the bench as he comes deep inside you. âFuckinâ hell that was good, might have to come back tomorrow. Say, you let me come inside you tomorrow too I wonât tell your boss?âÂ
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VEGAS
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đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : dom!chris x fem!reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: while on a trip with chris in vegas, you get a little too excited when you see his new instagram post. you just canât help yourself.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: SMUT, swearing, teasing, masturbation (female), spanking, p in v, slight choking, hair gripping, semi-public, making out
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đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤâđŹ đ§đ¨đđ: chat i have mixed feelings about this oneđ
âiâm losing my patience, this ainât staying in vegas!â
ââşââ ⌠ââşââ
this kid. he has to be doing this shit on purpose now, and nothing pisses you off more. he thinks heâs so fucking clever.
for context, matt and chris came to vegas for justinâs big poker game. you decided to tag along, but currently, the three of them are downstairs in the hotel common area to hang out. wanting to give the boys their own time, you stayed in the suite.
youâre sitting on one of the chairs on the balcony enjoying the city sounds and the night sky until your boyfriend decides to do this.
ah, the rule. itâs simple, yet impossible at the same time. chris set it a while ago when you were acting like a brat, and it stuck from that day on. if you break it, youâll get punished.
RULE ONE: never touch yourself when heâs not there.
letâs face it. you had your hand down your pants the moment you saw that photo.
not caring if people around can hear or see you, your fingers slide in and out of your dripping hole with ease. you make sure to capture it all, the squelching noise and your moans getting louder the faster your movements go. âchris.â you whine, wishing they were his hands instead of yours.
the shake in your legs gets tenser the closer your high gets. âgoing to cum for you.â you moan into the phone, biting your lip to silence the scream you want to set free. it doesnât take long for you to make a mess of your digits, exhaling from relief. you donât hesitate to send the video to him.
heart beating in anticipation, you hear the front door shut not even minutes after the last message. all you do is stare into space and patiently wait for the person you need most to come outside.
his footsteps get closer before the sliding door opens and closes, your innocent-looking eyes finally meeting his as he walks in front of you. he crosses his arms without saying a word, and you spread your legs to show what he does to you. he licks his teeth, admiring the mess sitting between your thighs.
a trail of cum connects from your pussy to a small puddle beneath you on the chair. from the slickness, itâs practically begging for chrisâs cock to abuse your insides.
in the blink of an eye, he grabs your calves to pull you to him. you gasp, him cupping your ass to lift you over his shoulder. he gives you one⌠two spanks before setting you down against the railing.
pressing hard against your clit with his thumb, he moves it in fast circles. âno teasing, please.â you protest, lolling your head back with a moan.
âyouâre the one to tell me to not tease?â he scoffs, now moving his thumb slower up and down. âyouâre lucky iâm going easy on you tonight.â
looking down ashamed, his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. your tongues intertwine, the noise wet. chris swallows your sounds of pleasure.
lips travel down to your neck, licking and biting at your skin. not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to drive you crazy. the erection in his pants nudges at your clit, not helping with the sensation you already have there. his breath is hot on your ear, teeth nibbling at the lobe. âturn around.â
when you do, he grips your hair to bend you over the cold steel, lifting his shirt that youâre wearing. you look down at the pedestrians below, who are completely oblivious to the actions happening above them. cars drive by, some horns honking in the distance.
chrisâs pants bunch up on the floor when they meet it, aligning himself at where you are desperate. you gasp when you feel his dick stretch your walls, wrapping tightly around him.
before heâs about to thrust into you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. your hips move up and down, fucking yourself on his cock as you grip tightly on the surface in front of you.
groaning contently, he rests his free hand on the small of your back, giving you a spank here and there. licking his lips, he doesnât take his eyes off the way you bounce back against his pelvis. the way your ass recoils is mesmerizing.
your moans are soft, lids fluttering closed when your legs start to tremble. because of that, you can barely move yourself anymore. then, you feel a hand wrap around the front of your throat once again, lifting your head to rest on a shoulder. âwhat were you thinking about, hm?â chris asks, thumb grazing your cheek. âwhat made you cum that hard?â
eyes opening, you shake your head. his hips thrust slowly, hitting that spot nice and deep. âyouâre just so handsome.â you whisper, tears glazing your orbs.
his thrusts get more brutal when he kisses you, silent screams leaving your mouth. clicking his tongue, he leaves a smack on your ass. the stinging makes you accidentally cry out before stopping yourself.
he chuckles. âdonât be shy. let everybody know whose cock youâre screaming on.â
your moans get louder the more he hits your g-spot. you take a look down â where you couldâve sworn you made eye contact with a passerby.
the grip on your hair tightens, his dick throbbing against your clenching walls. youâre about to cum, and heâs not far behind you. the speed of his hips has you on your tippy toes, whimpering loud into the las vegas air. âiâm cumming. fuck, iâm cumming!â you squeal, making a mess down his base.
pulling out, your fluids drip down your legs, chris painting your back white. he lets go of your entire body, immediately almost falling to the ground if the railing wasnât holding you up. you lean your head over it, trying to catch your breath. he smirks at the view.
after all, heâs been with you long enough to know what your cycle is like. perhaps he did make that instagram post on purpose; just for you. knowing that youâd cave. oh, well.
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sea spray | dbf!joel miller x f!reader
joel masterlist
summary: a relaxing weekend break by the sea is just what you need, but spending it under the same roof as joel miller might not be the kind of relaxing you had in mind word count: 3,4k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied / wears a bikini & a dress / can swim, pet names, unspecified age gap, food & alcohol consumption, smut, m masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, spitting, creampie, overstimulation, joel's filthy mouth, praise kink, size kink a/n: i actually did spend the past weekend by the sea, unfortunately without joel miller đ written for @mermaidgirl30's Ocean Challenge! of course it took the entire timeframe of your challenge for inspiration to strike, but it was super fun! 𩵠big hugs to @morallyinept for beta'ing & the kind words, your message legit put the biggest grin on my face LMAO ily đ
Going away with your parents for a long weekend is just what you need â walks along the cliff path, cocktails on the beach, lounging in the sun. Plus the bonus of free accommodation and your meals being paid for. Youâre long overdue for a break and this will be a good change of scenery.
The bricks burn through your sandals as you unload your bags. Midday sun blazing down on you, youâre desperate for a cold shower after two hours of traffic to get here.
âHello?â
Youâre met with silence as you push open the front door, a rare breeze coming through the windows. They mustâve gone into town. Kicking off your shoes, you pad through to your room at the back of the house and dump your bags.
You peel your clothes off and run a shower, washing off the sweat and stress of the morning. Unpacking your bags, most of your weekend attire is swimsuits and dresses; youâll just be floating around the house the rest of the day and decide on a blue and white check bikini, pulling on plain linen shorts.
Making your way upstairs, the rest of the house is still, the only sound coming from slow waves rolling against the rocks. Kelp bobs up and down in the swell and wispy clouds dot the sky, you pull your phone out to snap some pictures to send to your friends, relishing in the tranquillity.
You hear muted footsteps and turn around, expecting to see your parents come up the stairs. Instead, youâre met with Joel Miller â your dad's best friend with nothing but a thin towel hanging low on his hips.
âOh! Didnât uh- didnât hear you come in sweetheart.â
Your eyes flicker down as he adjusts his towel â he clears his throat and you snap your eyes back up to his face.
âI got in about half an hour ago, I just got out of the shower. I didnât know youâd be here.â
âYour old man told me to come up for the weekend, he didnât mention what time theyâd be back this afternoon though.â
You nod and turn to look outside again, the image of Joel in his towel now burned into your mind. You donât ask him about it â no possible explanation would stop your mind from wandering.
You were much younger the last time you saw him â just a sweet girl harbouring an innocent crush on a handsome man. Now youâre far from sweet, and that crush is far from innocent. This is the most youâve ever seen of him â greying curls in every direction, wide chest into a soft tummy, dark trail of hair below his navel disappearing beneath his towel.
You can feel a wet spot forming on your bikini bottoms â so much for a relaxing weekend.
-
Joelâs seen you in passing and heard about your various achievements and adventures from your parents, but itâs been years since he spent so much time with you in such close quarters. He canât remember you being so⌠grown up.
Seeing you stand there in just your bikini, your eyes flitting down to his towel, he almost instantly began to harden. Maybe some light conversation will calm him down.
âSo, what you got planned for the rest of the day?â
You turn to face him again and he takes a steadying breath.
âI was gonna head down to the beach but itâs fucking hot out, so I think Iâll just be lazy here instead.â
âPoolâs nice if youâre keen on a swim.â
You slink past to head downstairs, stopping in front of him to look up at him.
âYou wanna join me?â
âThink Iâll uh, sit this one out. Donât worry âbout me.â
Scratching at the nape of his neck as you descend the stairs, heâs not sure how heâs going to survive this weekend. He shouldnât be looking at you like this â youâre young, spritely, his best friendâs daughter â but he watches out the window anyway as you pull down your shorts, glass in hand, and dip down into the water.
He sneaks off to his room before you can notice.
-
Sitting on the edge of the bed with his head tilted to the ceiling, heâs already fully hard. He lets the towel fall open and wraps a hand around his throbbing cock. He shouldnât do this, but whoâs going to know?
Stroking himself with long, slow pumps, he closes his eyes and all he can see is you. Ass peeking out the edge of your bottoms, your tits spilling out your bikini top, so much skin. You sighed as you sat down in the water, a breathy, satiated sound â he wishes he could make those sounds spill from your mouth.
Precome leaking from his tip, heâs reaching his end embarrassingly fast. Speeding up to fist himself tightly, he imagines your hand wrapped around his cock instead. He imagines burying his tongue, fingers, cock into your cunt, tight and wet and his to have however he pleases.
It takes just one, two, three more strokes of his cock and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, biting back a moan as he comes, spilling milky ropes across his hand and lower stomach. Using the same towel to clean up his mess, he tells himself he wonât do this again, he canât do this again.
He shifts up to lean against the headboard as he comes down from his high, deciding to stay clear of you until your parents get home. Keeping you out of sight is the best way forward, even if he canât keep you out of his mind.
-
You spend the rest of the day in the pool, nursing a Long Island iced tea and paging through your book. Joel doesnât show face again, but itâs for the best â you canât stop thinking about that damn towel and how easily it could slip down.
Your phone rings and pulls you from your daydreaming; you haul yourself out of the pool and pat yourself dry, fingertips wrinkled from the water. You see itâs your mom calling, and slide to answer.
You donât get a chance to say hello and sheâs bombarding you with questions.
âHi, sweetie! How was the drive? I hope you didnât have too much traffic. Oh! And did you see Joel? Heâs with us for the weekend, maybe he went out for the day too.â
You certainly did see Joel. You still can even with your eyes closed.
âHi, Mom. The drive was fine, and Joelâs been here the whole day.â
âThatâs nice. I hope you donât mind, you two always got along well so your father didnât think to tell you beforehand. Listen, why donât you and Joel come through to town for dinner with us? Iâll send you the restaurant name.â
âYeah, okay sure. See you soon.â
âBye, sweetie. See you.â
She hangs up the phone and you venture inside to find Joel, heading towards the spare room. Pressing your ear to the door, you donât hear any movement. Maybe heâs sleeping.
âJoel?â You knock on the door and hear rustling, he responds a few moments later.
âYeah? You can- you can come in.â
You nudge the door open and heâs sitting up in bed, sheets pulled to the same height his towel was hanging earlier and it takes everything you have not to stare, debate if heâs still got that towel on or is stark naked.
Stepping just over the threshold, you lean against the wall to steady yourself and focus your eyes on his face.
âMy mom called, she said we must go into town to meet them for dinner. She texted me the address.â
âSounds good, I can drive us. Iâll just uh, get ready.â
You nod and retreat from his room in silence â youâll be able to hold a conversation once heâs fully clothed.
-
Tonightâs restaurant is right along the shoreline, carved into the cliffside. Itâs a good climb down the hillside and youâre glad youâre wearing flats, mentally noting to go easy on the drinks tonight to make it back up again. Gentle waves lap against the rocks and the sea breeze is just the refresher you need after a hot summer day.
Youâve changed into a strappy dress, the hemline falling just above your knees and Joelâs in a loose button-down and board shorts. Your parents are sitting across from you, and theyâd spent the better part of an hour asking you about work and romantic prospects.
Once satisfied with your answers, they turn to focus on each other, leaving you and Joel to your own devices. With them both engrossed in conversation, you try and test the waters.
You shift your legs under the table and bump your knee into Joelâs â his hand falters as he scoops more food onto his spoon, but doesnât pull away. You push further, pressing your thigh against his and he stills completely, peering at you out of the corner of his eye.
The unfortunate combination of the summer heat and your heavy hand when pouring your drink earlier has made you fearless. You snake a hand below the table, resting it dangerously close to the growing bulge in his shorts.
He drops his spoon, catching your dadâs attention.
âYou alright?â
âYeah, uh⌠Yeah, fine.â He swallows and gives them a tight smile, waiting for them to continue their conversation.
âWhat the hell are you doinâ?â Joel practically hisses at you under his breath, eyes flashing in your direction.
You ignore him and flatten your hand, unsure if the heat you can feel is radiating from him or yourself. You continue moving upwards, the tips of your fingers brushing against the outline of his cock.
âTell me to stop and I will.â You whisper back to him, unmoving in your chair.
You start palming him through his shorts, angling your head to look at him and a fresh wave of arousal floods your panties.
âSweetheart, you canât be doinâ this. Not here.â
âSay stop and I will.â
His eyes flutter closed, taking in a shaky breath. It feels like heâs already fully hard.
Just when you think youâve won, your parents stand up and you rip your hand away, heart racing in your chest. Caught up in your teasing you hadnât noticed theyâd finished dessert and paid the bill. You look at your dad with wide eyes, hoping nobody saw anything.
âNice dinner, everyone. Good to have you here, kiddo. Weâll see you back at the house, been a long day.â
âUm, yeah, weâll follow you guys.â You hope you sound less startled than you feel.Â
He rounds the table, a hand coming down on your and Joelâs shoulders and he walks off. You and Joel stand to follow him â your mind foggy with lust, you can feel his eyes burn into you, but you donât dare look at him.
-
Arriving home after a charged car ride with Joel, your parents say goodnight and their door shuts behind them. The room falls silent, youâre unsure who will make the first move. Joel grabs onto your arm, dragging you through the house.
âWhat?â
âDonât play dumb with me now, sweetheart. Youâre gonna finish what you started.â
He pulls your dress over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. Pushing you onto your bed, his eyes trail up and down your figure as you lie before him.
âWhat were you doing all afternoon? Didnât see you at all.â
âYou wanna know what I was doing?â
You nod and he leans down to speak into your ear, voice low and raspy.
âI was thinkinâ of you, baby. That skimpy little bikini of yours got me all hard, so instead of spendinâ my time out by the beach, I was jacking off in my room and all I could think of was you.â
A shiver runs down your spine, a small whine escaping at his words.
âThought a lotta things about how youâd be, now weâre gonna see how much of it is true.â
He pushes you down to lie on your back, pulling your panties down. You try to cross your legs out of habit and he grabs your knees, spreading you open before him.
âNow weâre shy, are we? Donât want me seeing this pretty pussy?â
He cups you entirely and you tilt your hips, chasing the friction of his palm against your clit.
âAfter that little game you played just now, youâre gonna take what I give you, and youâre gonna enjoy it.â
He wraps his arms under your legs, dragging you to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees, draping one leg over each of his shoulders. You look down at him and he stares into your eyes, flattening his tongue against you and licking a broad stripe up through your folds. He sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling in tight circles and your head falls back against the bed.
âOh, fuck, Joel.â
He chuckles into you, causing you to moan again.
âBetter than the boys you normally go out with?â
He doesnât give you time to answer, tongue circling your clit again and he drags his fingers up and down, coating them in your arousal. Pushing two fingers into your cunt, the stretch is already far more than with your own â youâre not sure how youâll ever satisfy yourself after this.
He pumps his fingers in and out, in and out, curling them upwards and you feel heat spreading across your abdomen, your legs just beginning to tremble. You move your hands into his hair, tugging on his curls and he groans against you, speeding up his movements.
âYou gonna come for me?â
âPlease, Joel. Oh, god, please.â
âGo on then, come. I know you can.â
You tighten your grip on his hair, legs going stiff as you come on his fingers and his movements donât stop, tongue flicking back and forth over your clit, fingers fucking into you relentlessly to drag out your high. With no chance to recover, he pushes a third finger into you, his pace never faltering.
âJoel, please. Itâs too much.â
He pulls off from you just enough to speak, a devilish grin on his face.
âSay stop and I will. I told you you were gonna take what I gave you.â
Mouth latching onto you again, he ignores your protesting, eyes boring into your own. You can see him rutting into the side of the bed and your moans turn into whines and whimpers, the heat pooling at the base of your spine more intense than before.
âCome on, sweetheart, be a good girl for me.â
Pushing his free hand down onto you, he curls his fingers inside of you, grazing over that one spongy spot and your vision blurs. You dig your heels into his back, hips lifting off the bed as you come again, a warm stream of liquid soaking his beard thatâs scratching at your inner thighs.
Chest heaving as you come down, he pulls his fingers out and sucks one into his mouth, licking it clean.
âBetter than I imagined.â
He leans over you, shoving his other two sticky fingers into your mouth and you whine at tasting yourself on him.
âAll that messing around and look where it got you.â
He unbuttons his shirt agonisingly slowly, a smirk spreading across his face. His eyes are blown wide, beard slick with your release as he trails his fingertips up and down your leg, the small hairs standing in his wake. You close your legs and flop back onto the bed, already feeling spent.
âJust one more thing I needa see for myself.â
Finally pulling his shorts down, that tantalising trail of hair you saw this morning spreads into wiry curls surrounding the base of his cock. Heâs bigger than anyone else youâve ever been with, fully stiff as he takes himself in his hand with long strokes â thick, throbbing, and precome pearling from his tip.
âAre you gonna fuck my mouth?â
He draws circles into your leg, still stroking himself.
âNot this time. Wanna feel how tight this pussyâs gonna squeeze my cock.â
Not this time. You clench around nothing in anticipation, and he starts crawling up the bed to you.
âBe good and maybe we can use that mouth of yours another day.â
Propping yourself up on your elbows, Joel drags himself through your wetness, nudging the tip of his cock against your clit.
âGonna be a tight fit, sweetheart. Might just ruin this cunt for anyone else.â
He lines himself up with your entrance, both of your eyes locked on where you join. Pushing in just past his tip, your mouth falls open with a strangled moan.
âWarned you. Feels good, doesnât it?â All you do is whimper in response.
âGonna feel even better.â
He sheaths himself completely inside of you, hair at his base pressed against your clit and balls pressed against your ass. Itâs the most stretched out youâve ever been â itâs also the best youâve ever felt and he hasnât even started moving.
He leans over you and starts grinding his hips, pulling your bra down. Pinching a hardened nipple between his fingers, he takes the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue just the same as before.
You lock your ankles behind his back, legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as if youâd float away. He lifts his head, a trail of spit connecting his lips to your breast. Bringing a hand up to your face, he squeezes your cheeks to force your mouth open, looking into your eyes as he spits into the back of your throat.
You moan quietly, clenching around his length and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head.
âDirty girl. You let other boys spit into your mouth, too?â
You shake your head clumsily and tighten your legs, trying your hardest to grind yourself against him.
âWhatâs wrong, baby? What happened to itâs too much?â
He straightens up and pries your legs off him, pressing them into your chest. His eyes are dark as he watches how you squirm and stretch around him. He angles his head forward, letting another string of saliva fall from his mouth onto your cunt and it drips down around his cock.
Using two fingers, he puts slight pressure on your clit but doesnât move.
âYouâre gonna come on my cock, and then Iâm gonna come inside you. Understand?â
Youâre not sure how to string words together on your own accord anymore, clit throbbing and cunt stretched out, mind filled with just Joel.
âHey, repeat after me, come on: Iâm gonna be a good girl.â
âIâm gonna be a⌠a good girl.â
âNext: Iâm gonna come on your big cock.â
âIâm gonna come- on your big cock.â
âAnd to finish off: Youâre gonna come inside me.â
âYouâre⌠gonna come inside me.â
âWas that so difficult?â
He readjusts his grip on your legs and starts pounding into you, the force of his thrusts shifting you up and down, your clit rubbing against his steady fingers. Your moans are only broken by the need for more air, your voice becoming hoarse and getting higher and higher in pitch as he keeps going harder.
You start clamping down on him, the dayâs heat and your teasing and the way heâs using you relentlessly quickly becoming too much.
âCome on, sweetheart. Youâve been such a good girl. Come one last time for me and Iâll fill you up.â
His words push you over the edge and he keeps fucking into you as you come. You reach down to hold onto him, your hands wrapping around his arm and you dig your nails into his skin, carving out crescent moons.
Through the ringing in your ears, you can hear him grunting, his resolve finally breaking after a few more thrusts as he spills inside of you, your walls coated in his spend as the warmth spreads throughout your body. He loosens his hold on your legs, bringing them down and massages your tired muscles.
Pulling out of you, you feel his come slowly leak out and down your folds, landing in thick droplets on the sheets. You turn onto your side, sleep already creeping up on you and he drops down behind you, his chest pressed against your back and softening cock against your ass.
âWeâre going to the beach tomorrow, and I wanna see what other little outfits you got with you. Try another game like you did tonight, though, and Iâm gonna have to put you in your place again.â
You huff a laugh, a gentle, satisfied smile on your face. This long weekend is suddenly far more exciting than you prepared for.
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Imagine riding your cute innocent step brother while his dad is home⌠suddenly he walks in and instead of getting mad he decides to shove his dick besides his sons into ya holeđ
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So cute,, MINORS DNI!! Bttm/dom male reader,,step bro/dad,,double penetration,,Degradation,,rough sex
"Please stop, he'll hear.." Your step brother was always so whiny,,even when you were both kids he would never shut up!! But now in that moment you didn't want him to be quiet,,
Bouncing up and down on his cute little cock,,his hands holding tightly onto your hips as he tries to get you to stop!! He won't be able to hold back his moans if you keep bouncing on him that way!!
He was a total virgin,,watching how your cock bounces against your tummy,,how you builded him for being a virgin at his age and losing his v card to his own step brother was so embarrassing!!
Unable to stop himself from throwing his head back in pleasure,,moaning out your name,,growing even louder to the point that his voice drowns out everything else in the room, even the distant footsteps!!
"Dad! How long have you been there?" He says in a panic forcing you to stop riding him,, you both expect to be kicked out of the house for having sex with your own stepbrother but he doesn't say anything of the sort!!
"Long enough" Your step father walks over to you both,,he had his eyes trained on your back as he strokes your shoulder blades lightly before spreading your cheeks even further apart!
"Lets see if I can fit in too hm?" He coos as your step brother tried to stop him and pull out,,but your asshole clenched so lovingly against him!! His face flushed as he felt his fathers bigger,, more experienced cock press up against his!!
They contyine fucking you,,you were barely able to bounce on his dick so you switched positions,, you laying on your back as both men pistoned in and out of your stretched hole!! Your step fathers huge hand enclosing your dick as he strokes it off in time with their thrusts!!
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it started with an innocent suggestion. âbabe, letâs try this tiktok trend,â she said, holding up her phone as she settled onto the couch.
matt raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. âwhat trend?â
âyou know, the âwe listen and we donât judgeâ one. people tell their unhinged stories, and we just⌠donât judge.â
he smirked, leaning back with his arm lazily draped around her shoulders. âyouâre gonna judge them. youâre the queen of side-eye.â âi will not,â she said indignantly, though the hint of a smile gave her away. âcome on, itâll be fun!â âfine.â he adjusted his hoodie and nodded. âbut if this gets outta pocket, donât look at me like itâs my fault.â
she clicked record, grinning at the camera. âokay, so weâre doing the âwe listen, we donât judgeâ challenge. i have a bunch of these to say. ready?â
âborn ready,â he replied, though the confused glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.
she took a deep breath and said aloud ââi used to fake passing out during pe class so i didnât have to run laps. one time, they called an ambulance, and i had to pretend to wake up âconfusedâ just to keep the lie going.ââ
he blinked at her, then let out a sharp laugh. ânah, thatâs crazy. youâre telling me they had the whole ambulance rolling up, lights flashing, for fake fainting?!â
âbabeeeeee! weâre not judging!â she scolded, though she was giggling too.
âiâm not judgingâiâm⌠iâm admiring. yeah. thatâs commitment. but also, imagine having to keep that up for the rest of the semester.â he mimicked a dazed expression. ââoh no, i canât run laps. what if i pass out again?ââ
she shoved his shoulder playfully. âstop. your turnâ
âokay so one time in high school this girl wonât stop asking me out, so to avoid her i pretended to be nick.â she blinked, shocked at this revealed fact. ââŚwoah?â matt laughed at her stated and gestured her to continue.
âfine so you remember your favourite hoodie that âgot lostâ? yeah well itâs lying in my cupboard right now and i use it whenever i miss you.â she said innocently. matt gasped loudly, âyou thief! but itâs kinda sweet actually.â
âmoving forward, i became obsessed with your skincare products after you did my skincare once.â he confessed. she let out a huge dramatic gasp hearing this. âso this is the reason i keep running out of the products!â
âhey no judgement.â
âurg so i keep on raiding your secret chocolate sash and blame it on chris every time you ask meâ before he could even react and loud âwhatâ was heard behind the camera from the youngest brother. the video cut to next scene where matt sided eyed his girlfriend before he said the last confession of the challenge.
âi download your voicemails and listen to them when iââ
before he could finish the sentence, a flying pillow was thrown his way cutting off the inappropriate thing he was about to say.
âmattew there are children on the appâ she gasped. âyou said no judgingâ matt said, faking confusion.
âthat was before you broke the rules of decency.â was the last thing the camera could capture.
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Can I request something? If not itâs ok
Reader being Landos younger sister and he catches his teammate and his sister really deep into making out
OP81 | Caught âĄ
Summary: Y/n is the apple of Landoâs eye. He always protected her from everyone. Well, that's what he thought until he realized that she's not that innocent... Especially with his teammate.
Warning: smut, dom!Oscar, sub!reader, Y/n Norris
A/N: I hope you were talking about Oscar when you said teammates đ (And if it wasn't about him, tell me so I can make another one :)
part one - part two
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She walks through the paddocks, looking for her brother. Her orange t-shirt proudly bears the number 4 on the back, but is slightly hidden by her long hair.
She goes to his driver's room, to the cafeteria, she even goes to Ferrari to see if he's with Carlos but he's still nowhere to be found.
She returns to McLaren's private premises and takes something to quench her thirst. The heat is in full swing in Spain. She's supposed to go back to the hotel with Lando but it's going to be complicated if he doesn't answer the phone and is nowhere to be found.
''Lando went to the gym.'' She jumps and turns around to see who had spoken to her (even though she had already recognized the person with his Australian accent.) ''He asked me to drive you back to the hotel .'' Oh my God. Finally she will have a chance to be alone with him.
Since they met, it was like love at first sight for Y/n. She only had eyes for him. Of course, he didn't even notice her that much, too focused on race. But Y/n, she couldn't stop thinking about him. And unfortunately, Lando quickly noticed, doing everything possible to avoid the two of them being alone. Y/n loves Lando. But he's too protective. She has always had to hide every relationship she has from him, for fear that her boyfriend will run away.
''You heard me?'' He passed his hand in front of her, visibly annoyed. She feels herself blushing, stammering words. ''I..uhg..yes, yeah.. sorry.'' He chuckles. ''Am I destabilizing you, Norris?'' She feels herself blushing even more. ''No!'' She sighs, feeling shame sticking to her cheeks.
''Do you still have things to do?'' He runs his hand through his hair. How she loves it when he does that. ''No, you need to grab something before we go?'' She shakes her head as a no and he walks, followed by her, to the exit of the track. They go to his car and he starts driving.
She doesn't dare to move the whole way, too afraid to get his attention. This may be the longest car ride any of them have ever had the opportunity to take. Embarrassment is felt throughout, with none of them daring to speak.
Finally arriving at the hotel, she quickly gets out of the car and closes the door without slamming it, for fear of making him more annoying (she was traumatized because of Lando.)
He walks her to her hotel room, since their rooms are opposite each other. She searches in her pocket, then in her jacket, then in her purse. No no no no... it's not possible... she, who thought the situation couldn't be more awkward. It's Lando who has her keys.
She turns to Oscar, who understands directly. He huffs and runs his hand through his hair again. ''Tell Lando to hurry up. You will wait in my room.'' On the one hand, she's like 'oh my god, I'm going to stay alone with Oscar in his room.' but on the other hand, it's more like 'Oh no, shame, I'll have to wait with him.'
She follows him into his room. It's like hers, a simple bed, a television and a door that leads to the bathroom. Nothing very extraordinary.
''Do you mind if I go take a shower?'' She shakes her head as a no and hopes he'll take his time, just to ease the awkwardness between them.
She sits on the bed, not really knowing what to do. She sends a message to Lando, literally asking him to come save her.
Meanwhile, Oscar takes his time in the shower. Not because he doesn't want to see Y/n, but more for a masculine reason. The icy water runs down his naked body, trying to deflate his now hard member. But he can't help but think of Y/n, in the next room. He grunts, not even managing to wash his body without feeling a thrill of pleasure because he's so excited.
His thoughts wander to y/n, naked, touching herself. ''Uhg..fuck..'' No no no no. He needs to get his act together. He comes out of the shower, his member still hard. He changes and tries to hide the bump on his sweatpants as best as possible.
He opens the bathroom door and runs his hand through his damp hair. He does this all the time when he's embarrassed. And he hopes she hasn't noticed.
His first mistake when he sees Y/n again is to stare a little too long at the bottom of her thighs, her shorts revealing her skin a little more given the position she was in. His second mistake was imagining himself between her legs, rubbing against her.
''You ok?'' She asked him, her voice was so innocent. ''Uhm I.. yes.'' She chuckles, understanding that she has an effect on him. Unfortunately for Oscar, his bump wasn't hidden very well with his gray sweatpants. ''Am I destabilizing you?'' She reuses his words that he said earlier.
Oscar takes a while to respond. He doesn't know if he should say 'yes' to her and go all out by kissing her or say 'no' and probably never have this opportunity again in his life. He thinks about Lando. To the conversation they had earlier this year,''Don't even think about fucking my sister once in your entire life.''
Well. Fuck you Lando.
''Yes you are.'' She looks at him, shocked. She expected anything but that. She sits up in bed, leaning against the headboard as he moves a little closer to her. ''Since I met you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. That's why Lando never leaves us alone together.''
His eyes widen. She doesn't know what to say. But she feels the excitement building in her body. Without thinking twice, he sits next to her in bed, placing his hand on her cheek. He surprises himself by being so confident. His cheeks turn as red as hers.
''Can I?'' He manages to say, their lips a few centimeters away. ''Yes.'' He feels her breath on his lips and doesn't wait any longer to stick his lips against hers. Her lips are soft and warm. He tastes her cherry Labello on her lips. She doesn't push him away but welcomes him with open arms. She places her hands in the crook of his neck, pulling him towards her. He takes the opportunity to slip between her legs, deepening the kiss with his tongue. He caresses her inner cheeks, his hips grinding against hers. She can't help but moan, sending shivers down his spine.
His kisses go down on her jaw, her neck and her collarbone. ''Why did I wait longer?'' He asked him, making her laugh softly. She lets her hand trail through her hair, playing with a few strands. He plays with her t-shirt, pulling it slightly, ''Can I?''
She nodded slowly, blushing even more at the idea of Oscar seeing her so naked. ''I need word, sugar..'' He whispered to her, his voice rough and full of lust. ''Yes..please..'' Her breathing quickens when Oscar's hands caresses her thin exposed waist, removing her t-shirt completely.
''Ah-ha.. Oscar..'' He takes off his t-shirt, his kisses descending on her chest. He feels her gesticulate slightly because of the pleasure he gives her.
''I..I need you.'' Oscar smiled mischievously. ''Are you sure?'' ''Yes!'' He doesn't wait any longer to undress her completely and gets up to rummage through his suitcase. He returns with a box of condoms and some lube. He places them next to her and also undresses himself.
She watches him do it, her eyes filled with love for him. She refrains from moaning at the sight of his imposing member, watching his hands slide the condom over his length. He opens the lube and drops some into his hand, jerking himself gently to spread the liquid.
He gets on top of her and she feels his member between her thighs. ''Do you want me to warn you?'' She shakes her head as a no, waiting for him to enter. He kisses her nose, pushing his length slowly in her.
The feeling is...strange? It's the first time she's felt so stretched. He gives her time, not moving at all and his gaze remains fixed on her every movement. He takes her hand and entangles her fingers with his. She uses her other arm to put it around his neck, keeping him close to her.
''You're ok?'' He asks her, to be sure that she's not feeling uncomfortable. ''Yes. And you? You're in a good position?'' He kisses her cheek. ''Don't worry about me, darling.''
He moves his hips against hers, making her moan slightly. He almost takes out of her, then goes back in with a wet noise. ''Fuck you're so tight..'' He moaned, keeping a slow but pleasant pace. He allows himself to speed up, increasing the volume of the moans that echo through the room.
He hides his head in the crook of her neck, muffling his loud moans. ''Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!'' She keeps moaning, her hips moving at the same time as him.
This is probably the first time that Oscar is going to cum so quickly. He feels so good inside her. And he waited so long for this moment. The ball of excitement in his stomach is about to burst.
''O-Osc-Oscar..I'm..Uh..I..Fuck..I'm.. cumming..'' Her eyes roll back, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave of bricks. Her walls tighten around him and he barely takes a few seconds before his eyes close and he releases his hot seed in the condom.
''Did you just spill in my sister!?'' None of them have time to collect their minds before they turn their heads and see Lando, frowning and obviously very angry.
They were so involved in their lovemaking that they didn't hear Lando come into the room.
''LANDO!'' She grabbed a cushion and managed to throw it at him. Oscar withdraws from her hastily, reluctantly and pulls the blanket up over their naked bodies.
''Get dressed and Y/n, join me in your room. We need to talk.'' Lando is cold and strict in his voice. What he saw really didn't please him. He walks out of the room and slams the door behind him. Y/n meets Oscarâs gaze and they both laugh softly.
He gets up and gives her her clothes again, helping her to get dressed.
Once done, he can't help but kiss her tenderly and let her leave her room, stressed for her but also for him.
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characters: sub!gallagher x nb!dom!reader
warnings: usage of aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, thigh riding, dry humping, begging, cumming untouched, gallagher being an old man loser, just a mini drabble guys. nothing big (i say as i write down 1,7K words)
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another day, another long work of hunting down criminals or outlaws who came to penacony uninvited and detaining them. the most time gallagher could ever get to de-stress were behind the bars, mixing up a drink his customers asked for or when with you. you were a fellow bloodhound, a high ranking one too, so never had enough time to spend some quality time with your tired lover.
but today, you wanted to be a little mischievous. and what was that on your mind? you slipped just a teeny weeny bit of aphrodisiacs into his usual alcohol in his personal flask of course! just a little. maybe a pinch or two. a bit of a sprinkle of magic as a gift.
or maybe even a whole mini bottle. but you wonât say it until your tired lover comes crawling over to you, huffing and puffing, whining whimpering as he begs for your help at ârestockingâ some of the alcohol at the backrooms.
at the other end of the bar, you watch with a barely hidden smirk whenever your lover takes a sip from his personal flask during his break times. each time he does, getting more and more intoxicated in the taste. you purposely chose one that tasted delicious and soft on the tongue, a way to reward him for his hard work of running after criminals and preparing him for what was about to happen.
he started out strong, as expected of a bloodhound officer. barely felt it, focusing on work, wiping a glass or two, mixing up a drink. but the more he drank from his flask, the more you noticed it. the little stuttering over his words, the slight flush in his cheeks, the jumpy way he reacted whenever you passed by him with a hand on his waist or lower back. that bulge in his pants. that damn delicious bulge that you love to bully.
shaking your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you focus back on work to wipe the bar clean and serve the customers drinks and desserts of their liking. you and gallaher were a good pair to serve amazing cocktails after all.
finally, the rush hour had ended, meaning fewer customers. the fewer there are, the more noticeable gallagherâs show of being affected by the little sprinkle of magic became. at first, he tried to play things off as signs of cold, or just the warm and low lighting of the bar being the reason his cheeks are pink. hell, he even coughed a few times to make his act believable. believable to the nosy customers but never to you.
â[n-name]âŚâ the man barely manages to muffle his whimper when calling out your name, low lidded eyes, hazy vision and slightly shaky hand tugging on your necktie. you hum, turning to him with a raised brow as if you werenât the reason behind this panting mess in front of you.
âyeah? whatâs up?â you ask, putting down the bottle on where itâs supposed to be as your hands come to rest on his waist. the rush hour just ended, the bar still had a few customers but they were either too drunk to care nor engrossed in their own sob life stories to share you two a glance. and gallagher was damn glad for it too.
âw-we, ahem, need to head to the backrooms. weâre running out of some beers and fizzy drinks in the fridgeâ he quickly clears his throat, hoping that no one had caught onto his little stuttering. you did, of course. you would catch onto anything your lover says or does. even the tiniest things. such as how he was trying to make it seem like an innocent half-hug when you could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he pushes his crotch against yours, hoping to conceal it while also giving you a little heads-up.
as if you needed the heads-up.
âalright. you can go first, iâll come after you once i wipe my handsâ you nod your head, watching as your lover disappears behind the door with a sign that read âstaff onlyâ. it was cute how gallagher was so trusting of you, never even thought for a moment how you could have been the one to drug his flask of alcohol. though, judging from his cloudy eyes and stuttering, you could guess that he could barely even think to begin with. how adorable of him.
soon enough, you follow after the steps of your lover, walking into the âstaff onlyâ part of the bar and later onto the door with the sign âbackroomsâ. the pretty decent sized dark room where the bar keeps their ingredients and drinks. the same exact room where your lover pushes you against the wall the moment you entered, shaky hands fumbling with the buttons of your button down shirt as he humps his hardened cock against your crotch.
âwoah woah, puppy. easy now. whatâs going on? i thought we needed to restock on our drinks?â you ask, feigning innocence as your hands rest over gallagherâs shaky ones, stopping his fumbling and managing to catch his attention for a minute. he looked so dumbfounded. bottom lip on the brink of bleeding due to his chewing, panting, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his dilated eyes try to focus on you. you swore he looked like he was almost on the brink of crying with how damn pathetic he looked.
âc-canât⌠[name], please, help me⌠âs so hot, tight. stupid pants mmngh!â gallagher only moans, tripping over his own words in a jumbled mess as he tries to find some sort of relief for his poor aching cock. looking down, you could briefly make out a dark small patch at the front of his pants. he was so drugged that he couldnât even tell that he was staining his own clothes with his precum. so cute.
you only hum in response, not bothering to do as he pleads as your hands rest on the fat of his ass, massaging them gently. he only whines, slurred words of how he wanted your hands on his cock falling out as he squirms in your hold. lowering yourselves down to the floor of the room, you shift gallagher on top of you to ride your thigh instead. flexing the muscles in them to make it easier for him as he whimpers at the feeling.
immediately, the man started to hump your thigh. salacious mewls falling out of his lips as he doesnât even try to silence his loud noises, only dumbly trying to relieve himself as he rubs his clothed cock on your thigh. you could see the dark patch in his pants getting bigger, darker the more he rides your thigh. if he had his dick out, he would probably leave a mess all over your clothes.
âshh shh, puppy. the door isnât locked, remember?â you chuckle, reminding him of where the two of you were getting naughty at. it was so cute to see his eyes perk up at the sound of your voice. more specifically, whenever you called him puppy. he really did lived up to that nickname, looking like a cute pup as he bites down on his lip.
one of your hands travel up to his chest, opting to play with his perky nipple as he let out a loud squeal at that. his chest was always so sensitive, making him let out the most delicious whimpers each time you roll, pinch or tug at the hardened nub. being so mean to not slip your hands under the opening of his button down shirt at the front, playing with his nipples over the harsh fabrics of his clothes instead. he just wanted your touch on him to relieve the ache pooling in his belly, would you be so mean to deny him of his wishes?
apparently, you would. the hand on the soft fat of his ass moving to rest over his hip, helping him hump his cock on your thigh as your other hand continue their brutal assaults on his chest. poor gallagher, can't even form a single word as his pleads fall out of his swollen lips in a jumbled heap of mess. you could barely make out your own name from it. the words sounding so muddled up as if the bloodhound officer couldn't tell the difference between reality and his drug induced feelings.
"[n-naaammmeee]... sniff pleasheee fuunnghh fucck!! p-pleashh pleaash pleeaassheeâĄď¸!! ungh!! guuunnhgâĽď¸âĽď¸! p-pretty pleaaseeeâĄď¸?" gallagher whines helplessly, stuffing his flushed face into the crook of your neck as his movements become more sloppy and frantic. he was so close to cumming already, it was just so cute to see how easily someone who is apparently always in control to crumble over with just a little bit of thigh riding. and some sprinkle of magic added to the mix.
in an attempt to muffle his loud moans and stuttering of his breath, he hastily lowers the collar of your own button down shirt just a little bit more. just enough so he could bite down over the old, healing bite mark of his so he could attempt to muffle his pathetic noises. you only coo out in a mocking tone, calling him by that nickname again as you tug on his nipple through his shirt as debouched cries of your name falls from his lips over and over like a mantra. gallagher sounded like one of those old, broken down radios that only replay a single song that sometimes is in the bar.
with a final thrust and a meek little bounce on your thigh, gallagher releases into his clothes. the magenta red hue of his pants turning a darker shade as his cum pools into the materials of his pants, staining it as some of the translucent liquid drips down onto your pants. you could just wash them out later.
"done with your little show, puppy?" you ask, the hand on his hip squeezing a bit to snap him out of his hazy mind. instead, you got a shake of his head, his stubble lightly tickling the skin of your neck in the process.
"wan' more... wan' youâĽď¸" he mumbles, delirious and drooling, as he humps his still hard cock against your crotch, indicating what he craved so desperately. maybe next time you should check the dosage you put into his drink if he's gonna be drugged this heavily by such a small amount.
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Ë ŕźâĄ âď˝ĄË A NEW LETTER HAS ARRIVED..!
â DEAR [READER],
đ â SYNOPSIS: imagine the male hashiras (Giyuu, Sanemi, Gyomei, Obanai, Tengen, Rengoku & Muichiro) reaction to the reader adoring their scars..!
đ â WARNINGS: mild angst, fluff, cursing in sanemi's, references to lore in gyomei's & obanai's (potential spoiler!!), ooc obanai?? (idk how to write him đ), overall insecurities can be seen throughout
â @xoxogyomei (´â˝`ĘâĄĆŞ)
P.S. first post,, hii, all of these are intended as gender neutral but the exception being in Sanemi's (you're called a minx), also as a fair warning literally repeated the words paintbrush & canvas in this so many times đđ please lmk what y'all think!
GIYUU TOMIOKA . . . . . !
â°â⤠WATER PILLAR
Tries to act indifferently
Fails miserably
Your cold hands trace his back, your fingers brushing over his rough and exposed skin like a paintbrush on a canvas. Giyu shivers slightly under your touch, moving his head to the side to get a better look at you. His expression remains stoic, as if he sees no purpose in why youâre gawking at his scars.
âWhat are you doing?â he mumbles, his tone neutral but a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as he sees your eyes tracing every mark that's ever laid upon his back.
âHmm? Adoring my hardworking and strong boyfriend, obviously,â you tease, a playful glint in your eyes. You can see the slightest hint of confusion in his eyes, as if he doesnât quite understand why you find his scars so fascinating.
âWhat if your boyfriend doesnât like all this attention?â Giyu inquires, his voice steady but his blush deepening.
You move forward, landing a soft kiss on his cheek, brushing a strand of his hair as you do so, âFrom the way his heart is beating right now, I think he quite enjoys it actually,â you whisper into his ear, your breath leaving his ear warm.
Giyu remains silent for a moment, his gaze locked on the floor. âI donât understand why youâre so fascinated with my scars. Theyâre just⌠reminders of battles.â
âThey're part of you,â you say softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his scars gently. âAnd I appreciate every part of you.â
His eyes meet yours, a mixture of confusion and something softer in his gaze,
âYouâre weird,â he says awkwardly simply, but thereâs a hint of a smile on his lips implying that he doesn't mean it in a rude way.
âWeird in a good way, I hope,â you reply, leaning in to kiss another scar on his shoulder.
âIn the best way I'd suppose.â You smile at his response.
Your arms slither around his waist from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder as you hummed. Giyu suddenly found himself incredibly overwhelmed from your touches. He abruptly gets up without a word and simply walks out of the room, leaving you puzzled. The poor boy had to take a minute to recollect himself, leaning against the wall outside, his heart pounding.
As he catches his breath and tries to make the heat from his cheeks disappear, he can't help but smile softly to himself, feeling a warmth spread through him. Even if he won't admit it, your adoration means more to him than he lets on. The blush on his cheeks deepens as he recalls your gentle touches that make his heart crumble.
It takes him a solid two minutes when he finally returns, he sits beside you, his demeanor calm but his eyes softer.
âYou're a menace,â he says quietly, but thereâs no malice in his words.
âAnd you wouldn't have it any other way,â you say cheekily, wrapping your arms around him. He doesnât pull away this time though, instead tries to unstiffen his muscles and allow himself to relax into your embrace, a small, content sigh escaping his lips.
SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA . . . . . !
â°â⤠WIND PILLAR
Sanemi is hostile and defensive but slowly melts into your touch.
He reminds me of a feisty chihuahua wanting belly rubs or something lol
âEhh, what are you doing, you minx?!â he hisses as you suddenly fall into his lap- catching the male off guard, tilting your head to the side innocently,
âWhat do you mean?â
Sanemiâs eyes narrow as he stares into your eyes, suspicion written all over his face. âWipe that smug ass smirk off your face, brat. I know youâre planning somethingâŚâ
Your grin grows larger as your hands cup his face. His furrowed expression temporarily falls slack as your hands caress his cheekbones. You lift yourself slightly to kiss the scars on the left side of his face. His eyes flutter shut as his body relaxes at your touch. Despite his usual hostility, he has the urge to grab your hands and pull them back to his face as you release your hold on him.
âWhy are you doing this?â he asks, his voice softer but still laced with suspicion. âWhatâs your secret motive here you minx?â
âNo secret motive,â you say softly, your fingertips tracing the scars on his face almost as though you were afraid he was going to shatter in any second, âJust showing love to my feisty boyfriend.â
âFeisty?â he snorts, though his voice lacked its usual bite, âYouâre ridiculous.â
âMaybe,â you admit, leaning in to kiss another scar. âBut you love it.â
His eyes flicker open to look at your grin and then darting his eyes to yours, and he scowls, âStop looking at me with those pretty eyes of yours and do it again!â
âDo what again?â you tease, enjoying the rare sight of him flustered.
âKiss me, dipshit!â he hisses, but thereâs a noticeable softness in his lilac eyes. Your hands brush the scars on his chest, and this time, you kiss his lips. His tough exterior melts away momentarily as he leans into your touch, his body vulnerable to your embrace.
You pull back slightly, only for him to grip your waist and pull you closer, his lips seeking yours again. His kiss is demanding, filled with a desperation he would never voice outloud. When you finally break apart, both of you breathless, he glares at you with a mix of annoyance and something deeper.
âDonât think this means Iâve gone soft,â he mutters, his blush deepening as he tries to avoid your smug gaze.
âOf course not,â you reply with a smile, resting your forehead against his. âYouâre still my tough, feisty Sanemi.â
He grumbles something incoherent, but his arms remain wrapped around you, holding you close like he was afraid you were going to disappear in mere milliseconds.
GYOMEI HIMEJIMA . . . . . !
â°â⤠STONE PILLAR
Thinks youâre adorableÂ
Not insecure but is traumatized by a certain scar...
âGyo?â you hummed softly
âYes, love?â your partner turned his head at the sound of your voice, his tone laced with concern.
âDo you mind coming down to my level for a minute?â you asked meekly. The giant chuckled deeply before kneeling down in front of you, lifting his head slightly so you could see him better.
You brushed his hair out of his face, your fingers softly tracing the scar across his temple. Gyomei gently nuzzled his head into your hand at the feel of your touch. Though he could not see, he knew you were being as sweet and gentle as you could around his vulnerabilities. The sides of his mouth lifted into a bitter smile as tears rolled down his face. Your other hand wiped away the incoming tears.
âWhy are you crying?â you asked quietly, retracting the hand on his forehead, afraid you had hit a sensitive matter by touching his scar.
âYou are far too sweet for me, my love. Itâs quite an honor being your lover,â he said kindly and tears continued to stream down his face like a gentle river. He grabbed your hand and brought it back to his head, your heart skipping a beat as you looked at the beautiful man you called yours.
Gyomeiâs large hand held yours gently, guiding your fingers to trace the scar again.
âThis scar,â he began, his voice firm but filled with pain, âreminds me of a time when I was not strong enough to protect those I cared about, and when people did not give me kindness the same way you do now.â
You listened to his melancholic words, your heart aching for him.
âYouâre the strongest person I know,â you said softly, your fingers continuing their gentle exploration of his scar, âNot just physically, but here,â you placed your free hand over his softly beating heart.
His bitter smile softened into a genuine one, âYour words mean more to me than you know,â he whispered, tears still streaming down his face.
You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the scar on his temple. âI love every part of you, Gyomei. Your scars, your strength, your kindness, everything about you.â
He pulled you closer, enveloping you in a tender hug,
âAnd I love you, more than words can express,â he murmured against your hair. The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each otherâs warmth and love, finding comfort in the shared silence.
As you held him, you felt his body relax, the tension in his body slowly melting away and molding into arms like putty. His tears subsided, replaced by an easygoing smile.
âYouâre adorable,â he said softly, his voice filled with affection, âI am truly blessed to have you by my side.â
You smiled, your heart full and content as his head rests against your shoulder, âAnd I am blessed to have you, Gyo. Always.â
OBANAI IGURO . . . . . !
â°â⤠SNAKE PILLAR
The most difficult to persuadeÂ
Literally will panic if you brush across the bandages on his face
Iâd assume it would take several tries to get this guy to get rid of the bandages
Poor baby :(
You took a habit of admiring your lover with your eyes rather than with your hands, always tracing his pretty features with your gaze. He was always aware of your constant gawking yet never voicing out his potential discomfort.
After you admired him with your eyes, you would constantly bring up the bandages on his faceânot in a bothersome way though. You had been trying to convince Obanai to remove his bandages for weeks. Each time you brought it up, he would tense up and change the subject, his heterochronic eyes filled with a mix of fear and anxiety. Until finally, you decided to try a different approach.
âObanai,â you called softly, sitting beside him as he tended to his ivory snake. âCan we talk?â
He glanced at you, his expression wary as he spoke harshly, âWhat is it?â
You took a deep breath, âI just⌠I want to see all of you.â Your eyes landed on his bandages before meeting his stunned expression. âI know itâs hard, but I promise, Iâll always love you.â
His eyes widened, and he looked away, his hands trembling slightly. âI canât,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âYou wouldnât understandâŚâ
âI want to understand,â you said gently, reaching out to touch his hand. He flinched but didnât pull away. âPlease, Obanai.â You pleaded to him, feeling crushed that your lover couldnât reach out to you. It made your relationship rather distant.
He remained silent, his eyes fixed on the ground. You waited, giving him the time he needed to process your words. After what felt like eons, he finally spoke,
âItâs not that simple,â he said, his voice shaking. âThese bandages⌠they hide things you wouldnât want to see. I look hideous, like a monster," like a freak.
âI want to see all of you,â you said softly, your fingers brushing over his knuckles. âPlease, Obanai. Let me show you that youâre perfect to me, no matter what.â
He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope. âYou donât know what youâre saying,â he muttered, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. You squeezed his hand.
âLet me prove it to you,â you repeated, âJust let me try.â
Obanai hesitated, his breath coming in short, âI donât know if I can,â he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
âItâs okay,â you reassured him. âTake your time, but please donât hide away from me.â
His hands began to tremble under your touch, his eyes searching yours as though he was looking for confirmation. You lifted your lips up in a soft, reassuring smile. He took a deep breath and nodded, giving you the silent permission to start.
With gentle hands, you began to unravel the bandages, your touch soft and careful. Obanai tensed, his breath hitching, but he didnât stop you. As the last of the bandages fell away, you saw the scar that marred his mouth, a cruel reminder always taunting his lips.
His lips were a pale pink that complemented his skin tone in the best way. One hand reached up to brush your thumb over his lip. He was incredibly tense, his eyes shut as he was too afraid to see your reaction, fearing you would run away from him, slip away from his grasp due to his ugly face.
âYouâre beautiful,â you whispered in awe, his eyes opening up in surprise as you continued to whisper sweet praises in his ear.
Tears filled his eyes, and he leaned into your touch, his body trembling. âThank you,â he whispered, his voice breaking. âThank you for loving me.â
You smiled at him before slightly tilting your head and tapping his lips with your finger. âMay I?â
He smiled shyly before nodding his head. You leaned in, your lips gently brushing against his, savoring the softness and warmth. His lips, though marked by the scar, were tender. You deepened the kiss slowly, feeling the hesitate way he responded, his initial tension melting away as he allowed himself to bas k in your beauty. His fingers caressed your cheek as you kissed, pouring all his love into the touch.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, his eyes shining with a mixture of vulnerability and newfound confidence. âYouâre so pretty,â you murmured, resting your forehead against his shoulder. âAnd Iâm so lucky to have you.â
He closed his eyes, a smile gracing his lips. âIâm the lucky one,â he whispered back, feeling somewhat content.
UZUI TENGEN . . . . . !
â°â⤠SOUND PILLAR
Smug bastard
Will 100% tell you stories about his scars and over exaggerate every time.
âTengen!â you chirped as your husband trained outside with his Nichirin blades. The white-haired male paused at the sound of your voice and turned his head towards your figure.
âHello, darling,â he smiled sweetly, his tone ever-so-slightly smug. âNeed something?â
You shook your head before grabbing his bicep and snuggling it close to your face.
âJust missed you,â you mumbled as he chuckled.
âMmm, well, if my lovely partner misses me so badly, I suppose I could take a break and spend some time with themâŚâ He teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he allowed you to drag him away, watching you with fondness.
As you led him to a shady spot under a tree, Tengen settled down beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. âYou know,â he began, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, âthis one right here,â he pointed to a faint scar on his forearm, âwas from a battle with a demon so huge, it could have swallowed our mansion in a bite!â
You raised an eyebrow, already knowing where this was headed. âOh really?â you played along, holding back a grin. âOur mansion, you say?â
âAbsolutely,â he continued, his voice full of exaggeration, âBut I took it down with a single swing of my blade! The villagers were in awe, and they begged me to stay and protect them forever. But of course, I couldnâtâhad to return to you, darling.â He winked, giving you a cheesy grin as he nuzzled your neck.
You giggled, shaking your head at his antics. âYouâre such a show-off, Tengen.â
âOnly for you,â he winked, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. His free hand brushing strands of your hair off of your face, âBesides, who wouldnât want to impress their gorgeous partner?â
You rolled your eyes playfully, resting your head on his shoulder and sighing contently. âYouâre lucky I enjoy your silly stories.â
âAnd Iâm also lucky to have someone who listens to them,â he murmured, his tone softer as he pulled you closer so your heads were practically touching.
âThough, if youâre interested, I could tell you about the time I single-handedly defended a dozen of ships from a demon who lived in the seaâŚâ He whispered rather loudly.
You laughed, feeling warm and content in his arms. âWhy donât you save that one for later? Right now, I just want to enjoy some quiet time with my favorite flamboyant hashira.â
He smiled with genuine affection as he peppered kisses all over your neck, âAs you wish, sweetheart.â
KYOJURO RENGOKU . . . . . !
â°â⤠FLAME PILLAR
It will always begin with you praising his scarsÂ
And end with him praising you itâs like playing a game of uno with him and all he has is the reverse cardsđ
You lay beside Kyojuro in bed, the moon leaving light to see his toned body. Your fingers absently tracing the lines of the scars that decorated his chest. The warmth of his skin radiated like your own personal furnace, you stare at his tainted skin from all his previous battles.
âYouâre body is like a canvas, decorated so nicely with stories to tell in every stroke from the paint brushâ you whispered, your voice filled with admiration as you whisper pretty nothings to him, â...these scars, theyâre proof of how much youâve endured, they're so pretty," you gushed.
Kyojuro turned his head to look at you, his eyes glowing under the light of the moon. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he gently took your hand in his.
âAnd you,â he began, lifting your hand to press a kiss to your hand, âare the reason Iâve endured. You're like the artist, without you, my life is an empty canvas."
You blinked in surprise, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. âDove, Iâm trying to tell you how amazing you are, not the other way around,â You muttered into his chest, he was far too smooth sometimes...
He laughed heartily, the sounded rich in your ears making you feel all giddy inside.
âBut itâs true! How could I not praise the one who gives me strength? You inspire me every day!"
You let out a soft groan, trying to hide your smile as you playfully shoved him. âYouâre impossible. Iâm supposed to be the one showering you with compliments, not the other way around, let me have a moment to praise you.â
Kyojuro grinned, his eyes twinkling. âAh, but what fun would that be? Besides, itâs my duty to remind you of your own greatness. After all, you are my guiding flame, the light that keeps me going even when I'm running out of firewood.â
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât stop the warmth from spreading through your chest. âThis isnât a competition, you know.â
âOf course not,â he agreed, his voice softer now as he leaned closer, your noses barely touching, âBut Iâd like to think weâre equals in this. Just as you admire my past wounds, I admire all of you.â
You sighed, feeling a mix of exasperation and complete adoration for the man you had wrapped around your finger, âYouâre too much sometimes, dove.â
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close so you could rest your head on his chest. âAnd you, my flame, are everything to me,â he murmured, his voice tender and sugary sweet in your ear. Your heart warm and gooey from his words.
As you both lay there, wrapped in each otherâs embrace, you couldnât help but smile. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes, letting the steady beat of his heart lull you to sleep, knowing that in this game of uno, you both were winning.
MUICHIRO TOKITO . . . . . !
â°â⤠MIST PILLAR
Never pays any attention to his scars
Until you do
Doesn't even know where he got majority of them.
You and Muichiro lay on the cool grass, the night sky stretched out above you like an infinite canvas dotted with twinkling stars that gleamed against the night. The soft breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of midnight. The boy besides you was too busy staring up at the night sky to notice that your attention was not on the stars. Your hand reached out to gently trace the faint scars on his arm, your fingers brushing over the roughened skin.
âMuichiro,â you began softly, your voice blending with the nightâs silence, concern knitting your eyebrows, âthese scars⌠didn't they hurt?â
Muichiroâs eyes, distant and unfocused, slowly drifted from the stars to you. He seemed to ponder your words, the faint glow of the moon reflecting in his pale eyes,
âMaybe they did,â he replied quietly, his voice as soft as the breeze. âBut I donât really remember anything about them. Itâs like... it's like theyâre just⌠there.â
You smiled, your gaze fixed on him as you continued to trace the lines of his scars with your eyes, âTheyâre more than "just there", Muichiro. They show how much youâve been through, how brave you are. Even if you donât remember every battle, your strength is always with you.â You paused before adding, "It's honorable, but it shows how careless you are with your body sometimes."
He remained silent for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he stared up at the sky.
âI forget a lot,â he admitted, not really responding to you, his voice almost sounded insecure as he continued, âSometimes it feels like Iâm just... floating, like nothing really stays with me.â
Your heart ached at his words and you instinctively moved closer, cupping his face in your hand. âYou might forget some things, but youâre here now, and thatâs what matters.â
Muichiroâs gaze softened as he looked at you, the coolness of his usual demeanor melting away under your touch.
âI guess youâre right,â he murmured, almost as if he was convincing himself. He leaned into your hand, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the warmth of your sweet touch. The poor boy was starved from touch, and was secretly eager to accept yours like a warm meal.
You smiled, your thumb brushing gently across his cheek. âYou donât have to remember everything, Muichiro. Just know that youâre lovedâscars, memories, and all.â
His eyes opened again, a faint flicker of something warm and tender, something unusual for him.
âYouâre different,â he said, his voice soft and filled with something somewhat similar to awe, âBeing with you⌠it feels like something stays. Like Iâm not just floating anymore.â
Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
âIâll always be here,â you whispered, your lips lingering against his skin as you felt him relax under your touch.
Muichiroâs hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he gazed up at the stars once more.
âStay with me,â he whisper, his voice almost a plea, vulnerable in a way he seldomly was.
âAlways, but take better care of yourselfâ you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as you smiled.
"I'll try for you," he promised as you shook your head,
"Try for you and me, Muichiro."
"Alright, I'll try for us both," He agreed as you smiled at his words.
The two of you lay there under the vast sky, your fingers entwined and the darkness wrapping around you like a comfortable blanket, you knew that you had found a way into the heart of a boy who was usually lost in the clouds. And in that moment, under the stars, he was finally groundedâright there beside you.
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Begging for anything with aizawa pls and thanks <3 maybeee with him using his scarf involved haha
Caught!
Tags: Aizawa x fem!Reader, enemies to⌠lovers?, smut, nsfw, bondage, use of pet names like princess, mdni
Synopsis: Youâre in the league of villains, and Aizawa manages to catch you! Youâre in for it now.
An: Thank you for the request! Sorry it took me so long. NO proofreading đ
"Did you really think you could outrun me?" Shouta's gravely voice sounded through the alleyway. Your body was currently trapped. He had you completely wrapped up with that damn scarf of his. No matter which way you thrashed, you couldn't get out.
"I was just hoping to outlast you!" You shout back, feigning confidence. In reality, your heart was pounding anxiously in your chest. You kept replaying the memory of you getting caught over and over in your head.
Shigaraki and the others just... left you completely behind. You were nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter. The slaughter just happened to be Shouta Aizawa, a notable underground pro who also teaches at U.A.. Just your luck.
His footsteps sounded through the alleyway. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The small amount of light from the streetlamp allowed for you to admire his face from the ground. His longer dark hair was tied back into a short poofy ponytail, and his glasses must've gotten knocked off at some point during the pursuit.
His tired eyes wandered over your body as you laid helplessly at his feet. His irises were glowing red, effectively wiping you of your quirk. You looked too damn soft to be a villain, but he wasn't going to underestimate someone after seeing Toga.
"You got a name, princess?" He asked before nudging your side with his boot, making you squirm away from him.
"Why would I tell you that?" You immediately spat with a defiant pout.
"You got entirely too much mouth on ya." He retorts with a small smirk. Suddenly, your body is rapidly rolling around as the scarf unravels from your midsection. He's quick to grab each ends, and he yanks the rope taut, binding your wrists together above your head. "I'm tryin' to do you a favor, so don't push your luck."
Your body feels more free, even if you're basically just as trapped as before. Though, you're finally able to breathe freely now without the scarf restraining you tightly.
"Oh, and how should I say thank you?" You ask sarcastically, expecting for him to just get irritated with you again.
Aizawa takes a few more steps forward, and he crouches down to your level on the ground. Tilting his head to the side slightly, "I can think of a few ways, but I bet you wouldn't like those."
He's a flirt???
Your eyes immediately widen in response, and you can feel the heat rushing your cheeks. It's a pretty well known fact that Aizawa is a bit of a heartthrob, but he's too unapproachable to even consider. Shigaraki would kill you if he knew that you were considering sleeping with the enemy, but he basically left you to die. So, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.
"Why are you so sure that I wouldn't?" You ask as you try to lean up against your restraints. He pulls them tighter, knocking you back against the concrete.
"A young pretty thing like you? You're just hoping to find an opening and get away." He muses as his eyes look your body up and down, shamelessly checking you out while you can't do a damn thing about it.
A small huff escapes your lips, causing him to chuckle endearingly. He finds your continued defiance to be rather amusing and cute.
"Then... don't give me an opening." You respond, giving him your most innocent smile that you could muster.
"Oh princess, are you asking me to keep you tied down..?"
You let out a shaky breath, and you reluctantly nod your head. Your thighs squish together tightly, trying to ease the warm ache that started to form between your legs.
"Ask nicely, and I'll consider it." He demands, keeping that cocky smirk on his face. The TV debuts never show this side of him. He's always portrayed as some strict stick in the mud, but right now, he was something completely different.
"Asshole-" You scoff before the scarf is yanked tightly, forcing your arms up higher. A pained whine sounds from your mouth, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he toys with you like prey.
"Now princess, I know you're a villain, but come on now... That's not very nice." He's being completely condescending, but for whatever reason, it makes your entrance clench around air, begging to be filled up by him.
"Please... keep me.. tied up-" You quietly ask, avoiding eye contact with him out of sheer embarrassment.
"You just want me to keep you tied up..? Nothing else-?" He prompts, and one of his fingers trails up your arm slowly, up towards the scarf wrapped tightly around your wrists.
"No- I.... ugh!" You exasperate in a bratty scoff. "I want you to keep me tied while.. you..." His finger slips beneath the binding, making sure he's not cutting off your circulation before he trails his finger back down your other arm.
"While I... what, princess? Spit it out. I'm on the clock, you know."
"... while you fuck me." You finally add, tilting your head away from his impregnable stare.
"Goood~" He purrs before tilting your chin back towards him. "Now, say it all together."
"That's not-" He gives you a challenging gaze, telling you that he's finished arguing. "I want you to keep me tied up while you fuck me..." His stare continues, waiting for you to tack on the 'nice' portion. "...Please."
"Was that so hard?" He asks as his hand dips between your thighs. His hand palmed at your wet cunt through the thin fabric of your pants.
"Mmn... no.." Your murmur softly. Your back arches up off the concrete, and your part your thighs slightly for him.
"Just like a damn cat. So mean and defensive until someone pets ya the right way." He muses before his fingers find the waistband of your pants. With a firm tug, you're left without pants or panties.
"Wait.. ngh... not in the alley-" Your whines fall on deaf ears as Shouta already has his head between your thighs, helping himself to your arousal.
His scruffy facial hair tickles your soft skin as he's gently kissing and biting on your thighs. Your body involuntarily squirms with each time he clamps his teeth over your flesh. "F-fuck.. ah.." It feels like heaven when his tongue finally reaches your core.
"Mmnn~ well, at least one part of ya is sweet." He muses with a grin before flattening his tongue out and lapping at your dripping cunt. His hands are tightly forcing your thighs apart, not allowing you to shy away from him at all. You could feel the imprints of his fingers being bruised into your legs. A mark of him to carry along with you.
Your hands tug against the restraints with a quiet whine as he plunges his tongue in and out of your tight entrance. It feels like he's a starved man, and you're his only source of substance to keep him alive. "F-fuuck~ Shouta.." You breathlessly whisper while your hips are subtly moving along with his tongue.
His hands slide up, and he gropes on the flesh of your ass, pulling you down harder onto his tongue. It forces him deeper into your arousal. You're practically dripping all over his nose and chin, and he lets out a grunt of approval.
"Thaaat's it, princess. Didn't think you'd be moaning a hero's name, now did ya?" He taunts as he sits up. His hands slide his belt off with ease, tossing it over to the side.
"Debatable.." You murmur lowly as your eyes fixate on his pants sliding down. He has a darkly colored happy trail that goes down to where his pubic hair. His cock is then unsheathed from his boxers.
"I see you still have that mouth on you. Guess I'm going to have to fuck it out of you." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly before he positions himself right between your thighs.
Your eyes are still glued on his length. He was big, but he was mostly girthy. His tip is swollen and red, with a line of pre-cum dripping down all from eating you out. His hand wraps around his fat length, and he fists at his length a few good times before guiding it towards your entrance.
"Wandering eyes..." He muses lowly, catching your attention. Your eyes meet his, and he gives you a small smile. "What were you looking at?"
"Uh... you.." You softly respond, feeling embarrassed that he caught you literally drooling over his cock.
"Yeah? What for?"
"I didn't know how it was gonna fit-" You start to say, but you were rudely cut off by him forcing his round tip past the ring of muscle. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you pulled harshly against the scarf.
He almost feels bad when he sees your cute face scrunched up in obvious discomfort. "You can handle it." He states bluntly before he eases his hips out, stretching the ring of muscle to fit around him. He then pushes right back in. Your wet heat coats him in a way that causes him to growl.
"Mmm.. if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're... hah.. enjoying this." He points out as his face hovers yours. His hands are planted against the ground at either side of you, holding him up above you. Your legs instinctively hike around his waist.
"Ngh..." You can't even find it in you to deny him right now. The stretch feels painful in the best way possible. You need him right now. "F-feels good~"
"Oh..? Want me to keep going then?" He asks, once again making you embarrassingly admit to wanting his cock.
"Yes... p-please Shouta.." You whine, wrapping your legs around him as if that'd stop him from leaving.
"Good girl. I'll reward you now." He praises before starting to move his hips. Your gummy walls squeeze around him, almost sucking him in with each thrust.
"Mmngh~ yes-!... right there, fuck." Your a noisy thing when you're getting dicked down, aren't you?
"Princess, don't make me gag you with my scarf." He mumbles in your ear lowly before letting out a low grown in tandem with his thrust. "G-gotta be quiet. Don't want the... mmph!... media coming out here, do you?"
You quickly shake your head no, and he gives you a small chuckle. He doesn't drill into you, instead he's slow and purposeful. He makes each thrust count as he slams into your sweet spot at a perfect tempo.
He presses small kisses along your cheek and jaw. "Bein' such a good girl for me.." He praises lowly as one of his hands snake down and starts to rub small circles on your clit.
"Hah~" You gasp as you tilt your head back. You can feel the white hot pleasure start to coil in your stomach, and your heart starts to pound in your chest. "G-gonna... gonna come.." You warn quietly as your eyes squint shut.
"Yeeaahh, that's it.... come on my cock , 's okay." He gives you permission, and immediately, he can feel you spasming around him. "Fuuck, good girl. Did so good..." He praises, and he keeps up his punishing rhythm.
"Sh-... Shouta~" You whine as you look back up at him. Your poor cute face is all fucked out. He knows your arms have to be sore from being kept above your head this entire time.
"What is it, princess?" He asks you knowingly. He already knows what you're wanting of him, but he's a fan of making you say it.
"P-please.. come inside me.."
"I've given you s'much already, and you want more? He taunts as his cock continues to fill you completely. His tip kissing your womb sloppily as he's just leaking pre-cum into you. Sopping wet noises fill the alley every time he moves. So much for being discreet.
"M-more!" You mindlessly whine in agreement. How could he deny you when you're so cute and stupid? His jaw tightens, and he begins to absolutely bully his way inside you, chasing after his own orgasm simply because you asked him so nicely.
His knees scraped against the pavement beneath your two, and his grunts were becoming more growl like and shaky. "You want more? C'mere." He demands lowly before unbinding your hands. He scoops you into his arms, and pulls you up and down along his length, practically using you as his own little toy.
Your arms immediately wrap around his neck, and you hold on for dear life as he literally knocks the breath out of you with each brutal thrust. Your mind is practically spinning, and before you know it, you're gushing around him once again.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" He taunts before he bites down onto your shoulder. His heavy balls are slapping against the flesh of your ass with each delicious plap noise. "Fuck. Gonna fill my good girl up." He groans lowly as his arms begin to shake.
His cock flexes with each pump of cum he spurts into you. For a moment, everything is quiet. The sound of both of you trying to catch your breaths fill the air before he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.
"You don't gotta tell me your name... Do you have somewhere safe to go tonight... away from those assholes?" He asks you quietly before he gently lays you back against the concrete. His cock slides out of you, unleashing a pool of mixed fluids down your ass.
"I... not really..." You answer hesitantly. You didn't exactly have a place to call home except for the league of villains' base. It's not like you expected them to practically sacrifice you.
"You'll sleep at mine tonight." He leaves no room for argument as he gets himself back dressed. He even starts to put your pants back onto your legs for you. "If you try anything, I'll tie you up and do this to you all over again."
You let out a small amused laugh. "Don't threaten me with a good time, eraser."
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MY HEART IS BROKEN SO I NEED TO CRY First of all, I LOVE how you write, and I wanted to make a request about Lucifer breaking reader's heart, it doesn't matter how, I just want a broken heart đnote: Sorry for the English translator, I don't write it but I understand it, TOTALLY CRAZY
TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN
âPart One
Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Genre: angst (for now)
Warnings: none.
Notes: this one is short, 450 ish words but will serve as a foundation for the entire series lolol. Also, it's okayy:) your english is finee^^
PART TWO | NAVIGATION
Life was good in heaven. Having been brought to existence by our creator, we were given a chance at life. The world is still currently in progress, slowly changing to adapt to newer life forms.
We angels were tasked to help this new world grow into such an amazing world. Speaking of worlds, I am very much grateful to be alive as I am given a chance to love. As one of the first few angels created, I was able to befriend Lucifer. God's most beautiful angel and whom I have the honor of calling mine.
Lucifer was such an awkward romantic lover, showing off his affections in his ways. Giving flowers, a pretty stone he managed to pass by while flying around, or perhaps by giving her kisses.
They've been married for some time now, being together for a few decades and recently got married. The wedding was amazing, friends and their creator attended the celebration. It was a very beautiful celebration, the wedding night was awkward yet romantic, two innocent angels experimenting, learning about the art of making love. It was wonderful. Despite being inexperienced, both had a great time being each other's firsts.
Life was truly good, until God announced that he made new creatures, mortals or humans as he calls them.
They looked like angels but without wings. They will be the very foundation of humankind.
Slowly and surely, Lucifer began to act weird. Ever since he visited the garden of Eden, he's been purposely avoiding [y/n]. Making up excuses to not spend time with her.
Rumors started to spread that Lucifer has begun to form ideas that threaten the order of heaven, [y/n] tries to stop him but Lucifer is stubborn. He believes that mankind needed this.
[Y/n] was heartbroken, why is the love of her life acting like this? Why doesn't he look at her with love and passion in his eyes like he usually does.
Why does it look like he doesn't love her anymore?
Deciding to spy on him, she followed him to the garden of Eden. There he saw her husband looking at the mortal woman, named Lilith with so much love and adoration in his eyes.
[Y/n] felt her heart and entire world shatter. Broken hearted, she quickly fled the garden. Returning back home and sobbed into her friend's slap.
She cried the whole night, Lucifer didn't even notice she wasn't home.
Not long after, Lucifer was cast out of heaven along with Lilith. [Y/n] was heartbroken beyond her understanding. She couldn't understand, her emotions all over the place. Her husband doomed humanity and was cast out of heaven with another woman.
[Y/n] didn't even get to tell him she was pregnant with his child.
Happy Valentine's Day:)
Also, guess whose lap she was crying on? His name starts with A;)
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I saw your requests were open, so I have to ask for⌠pain đ
Can I request a Logan x afab!reader HCs or full fic about how reader is getting older and he kinda isnât yk? Like going from when they first met, to readers deathbed, and how he has to live without them for the rest of his life đŤśđŤś
Also take care of yourself DRINK WATER đĽ°
Oh yeah, itâs angst time.
It's sooner than later that you'll be alone Synopsis: You live a long life, but not as long as Logan's. Warnings: 3.2k words of gut-wrenching angst, mentions of blood, grieving someone after they're gone Author's note: Hope you're happy anon, I cried five times writing this <3
He had first met you in your twentiesâtwenty-three, to be exact.
Young, bright eyed, naive. You were kind, where he was not. You were hopeful, where he was jaded and angry at the world. He loved your innocence, how you always saw the best in othersâsuppose thatâs what made you such a good counselor to the children. You listenedâreally, truly listenedâmade anyone that walked through your office doors feel welcomed.
Maybe thatâs why he found his way to you. When the nightmares wouldnât let him sleep and the voices wouldnât let him think, he shuffled to your bedroom door without a goal in sight, bare feet padding against the polished floors. His knuckles meet your door, seconds passing by before he asks himself why the hell heâs even here in the first place.
Before he could walk away he heard your feet shuffling, followed by the click of your doorknob.
He felt guilty for waking you up, eyes red and face puffy, but you didnât even question why he was at your door, just rubbed your eyes and opened the door wider for him to walk in.
It was silent at first. You offered him some water, passed him a blanket, and just sat there. You never pressured him to speak, and he didnât feel compelled to. Maybe five minutes later he said something and you just nodded in his direction, encouraging him to continue.
For the first time in a long time, he talked. And you listened.
It became a ritual between the two of you, staying up late at night just to chat. It wasnât always about his past, sometimes he just needed to let it all out, and you were the perfect outlet. He felt like you didnât judge him, and thatâs all he ever needed.
Eventually he wanted to hear you tooâhe preferred it that way. Talking about lesson plans and movies, little things that seem mundane but made him feel less like a patient and more like a friend. You were a welcome distraction, and an added bonus was that you were really cute when you were talking.
He was the one who made the first move. He remembers every detail, from your pajama shorts to the over-worn tank top sliding off your shoulder, your eyes bright as you went on about a new baking recipe you wanted to try. Sat on your bed, looking so relaxed he couldnât help but stare and marvel at your beauty.
âLogan?â You ask, waving your hand in his face. âHello? Earth to Wolverine?â
The moment you called out his name he was already making his way to your bed. The mattress sinks beneath his weight, and you let out a soft noise of surprise before he plants his lips against yours.
Yours are soft compared to himâeverything about you screams softness, innocence and purity, and heâs not sure if a man like him even has the right to be next to you, much less kiss you. Heâs certain his soul is filthy, taintedâa layer of black thatâs sure to muck up your own if he keeps this up. He knows this deep in his heart, but greedy man that he is, he keeps his lips locked to yours.
Once, and then never again. He canât be with a girl like you, and he knows it.
You hold him by the neck and pull him back when he tries to leave your embrace. Maybe itâs pity, he thinks, the way your hands tug him by the shirt and cling onto the fabric. Maybe youâre only entertaining him, stringing him along just to laugh in his face, mock him into ever thinking he had a chance. If you are, he doesn't care, because at least now heâs got a taste of what he could never have.
The two of you finally separate, a silk-thread of spit connecting the both of you, looking at each other with a mixture of shock and confusion. What happens after this? How does he return to what you had beforeâhow can he, when he now knows your chapstick tastes like cherries?
He makes a move to leave, but against all odds your hand is still clinging onto his shirt. In that moment he knew he was the luckiest man alive because you begged him to stay in that cute voice of yours, begged him not to leave when his hands made their way up the front of your shirtâbegged him for more when his lips wandered lower.
By your thirties you already had a shiny ring on your finger, one that he can say he proudly put on your finger. A gold band adorned by diamonds, it shines in the orange light of the sun, staring at you from its red-velvet housing.Â
Itâs the first time the X-Men see him cry, tears running down his face when you run into his arms screaming yes, yes, over and over as he holds you in his arms, sunset illuminating your features. He always thinks of you as beauty personified, but watching you admire the diamond-studded band with aweâthe one thing that signifies you as hisâhe canât help but look at you like icarus does to the sun.
The wedding was smallâneither of you minded. Hank was the ringbearer, and Charles walked you down the aisle, and when your vows were said and done the priest could barely finish the ceremony before Logan lunged forward and kissed you, dipping you at the altar accompanied with a cheer from the people you consider your family.
Scott has the video saved on his phone. He pretends it pisses him off, but he had Jean send him a copy later. Sometimes he watches it when he thinks youâre asleep, but little does he know you are very much awake.
In your fourtiesâ you have a house together, somewhere upstate where no one can bother you. A cozy wooden home where itâs just you and him, relaxing by the fireplace and watching tv every day. When heâs not helping the X-Men he works at a local lumber yard, the highlight of his day being when he comes to work, grabbing his equipment from the truck.Â
His co-workers jeer at him every time, call him whipped like butter, but they wouldnât understand what he feels. He certainly doesnât seem to care, especially when itâs your kiss pressed to his cheek.
He can safely say his life is perfect. Itâs domestic, itâs everything Logan ever dreamed of, everything he thought he could never haveâand itâs all thanks to you. He wakes up every morning grateful to you for giving him the greatest gift he could ever receive: serenity.Â
Between the fairytale ending and his rose-colored glasses, he doesnât notice it, not until youâre in your fifties and heâsâheâs not.
Youâre aging, and heâs staying the same.
You still love each other and heâd never, ever, think about leaving you, but the realization sticks with him. He thinks about it late at night while you sleep next to him, pressed against his side. Your scent, your touch, he memorizes it all because he doesnât know when he wonât be able to feel it again.
In your heart you know it too, but you donât say anythingâyou donât want to scare him away. Heâs only just begun to get used to normalcy, and you donât want to take that away from him. You donât want to watch him fall into the honeyed trap of isolation again, return to that shell of a man you only just helped him shed.
So when youâre watching tv together, he makes sure to cradle you to his chest extra tight. When youâre sitting by the fireplace, heat radiating off your skin, he makes sure to memorize the way the fire illuminates your face. When youâre whispering his name after a night of love-making he etches the sound deep into his synapses, memorizing each syllable.
No matter what, heâll remember you.
By your sixties youâre faced with an awful truth, one neither of you want to admit but your smile lines and crows feet stand contrast to his barely aging face. You get stares when you mention heâs your husband, some curious, some judging. You were called a cougar once by a shopper, finger pointed accusatory while Logan told her in no uncertain terms to go fuck herself.
He was there to reassure you then, but he canât be there all the time. You donât tell him that this wasnât the first time you were accused of being a predator, and you donât plan on doing so.Â
Maybe this counts as acceptance, faced with the truth in the worst kind of way, but at least the both of you can say it out loud nowâ
Youâre going to die, and heâs going to outlive you. Itâs just a fact, but it still makes the both of you terrified.
Your seventies are rockyâyou want to enjoy the time you have left, but Logan wants to make sure youâre safe. In his eyes you know he has only love for you, but you can see the fear in them too, how he coddles you every day. Your bones are starting to ache, youâre getting slower. Where you used to go on hikes with him you now choose to stay home, your stamina not like what it used to be. He thinks you donât notice how he watches you carefully around the house, how heâs so eager to help you. Youâre flattered, but also annoyedâitâs a short-lived train of thought when you look at him.
He still looks at you like he did when you first kissed.Â
He still loves you, and you still love him. For now, thatâs all you need.
He finds you on the floor in your eightiesâeighty-three, to be exact.
The moment he sees your resting form behind the counter he sprints into the kitchen. Thereâs broken glass, a trail of blood running from your temple, and youâre completely out of it, eyes closed shut. He calls your name, shakes you, but nothing. He knows youâre still alive, he can hear your heart beating but he can feel how weak it is under his clammy hands, the soft thump nowhere near as strong as it should be.
He doesnât know what to doâheâs long since been familiar with blood but this time itâs you, and heâs panicking. He doesnât know what to do.
The ambulance arrives, longer than usual because you live far away from the city. Maybe if theyâd gotten there faster they would have been able to do an infusion. Maybe if the phone wasnât so far youâd be able to call 9-1-1 before you passed out. Maybe if he was at home he wouldâve been able to see the early signsâ
âSir? Are you alright?â
He looks at the clock on the bedside wall: 7:38 pm.Â
Itâs well into the night, five hours have passed since you were admitted, and an hour since you died.
Heâs been staring at your body for who knows how long. The doctor pronounced you dead, said you had a heart attack and hit your head on the way down. An accident.
A fucking accident.
âSir, was she related to you?â The young nurse asks, contemplating whether or not she should even speak. Wordlessly, he nods.
âI understand youâre grieving,â she continues, standing at his side. Her words are full of empathy, none of which he needs but lets her speak anyway. âI saw on your hospital logs you share the same name, I canât imagine how it must feel to lose a loved one.â
He nods again.
âIf you donât mind me asking, how old was she?â
ââŚeighty-three.â He answers. âHer birthday was in a month.â
She shakes her head. âThatâs a shame.â
âIt sure is,â He says, reaching out to touch her hand. Itâs cold to the touch, a cruel reminder. âIt sure is.â
You wouldâve been eighty-four now.
He still lives in the same house but itâs not the same without you. Itâs lifeless, emptyâall the love you poured into the decor now just an awful reminder of what he lost. He thinks about tearing it all down sometimes but he knows youâd probably kick his ass if he so much as touched your crystal vases.
Your side of the bedroom is untouched, he moved all his stuff to the separate one the week after you died. It hurts to sleep there knowing youâre gone, but sometimes heâll sit by the nightstand, a drink in hand and stare at the empty spot where you would be. Sometimes if he stares hard enough, he can see you through tear-rimmed eyes, hear your laughter through the dull buzz of the alcohol.
He misses you. Heâs not sure if heâll ever stop.
He doesnât know what possesses him, but he opens your closet. Itâs an indulgence, a moment of weaknessâhe promised he wouldnât touch your stuff and here he is, rummaging about.Â
Coats, dresses, shirts, all memories flooding back to him as he moves past them. The black dress you wore on your first date, the sundress you wore for your anniversaryâ
When his fingers brush against the lace, his heart lurches. He doesnât need to see it to know, but he tugs anyway, revealing your wedding dress hidden deep inside. The most beautiful thing youâve ever worn.
He takes the gown between reverent hands, as if the fabric would fall apart, disintegrate if he was anything but cautious with it. It still smells like you.
He finds the box labeled âweddingâ next to it, and without hesitation pulls it from its corner. Wedding invites, flowers, old videos, everything that you could have taken as a memory, you had it. You even kept the cake toppers.
What surprises him though, is a notebook. Itâs tiny, leather bound and slightly worn, every page a new entry. He flips to the first page and his heart nearly stops.
Dear Logan,
If youâre reading this, Iâm probably dead.
His eyes widened. When did you write this? The small book suddenly feels like lead in his hands, itâs a struggle to pull his eyes back to the ink-stained pages, but he does so anyway.
I hope I managed to give this to you before I pass. I wish I could explain to you how much I love you, and how much I worry about you. Youâre a stubborn asshole, could never see the good in yourself but I didâI still do. Iâve known you for thirty years now so Iâm willing to bet youâre probably reading this drunk, blaming yourself for my death.
He doesnât know when he started crying but your words make him laugh through the pain, wiping the palm of his hand against his cheek. He used to say you were secretly a telepath, always able to read his mind. Seems itâs a talent that extends beyond the grave.
Anyway, rambling aside, I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Youâre going to live longer than I am, we both know that: but maybe my memory can live along with you.
His hands are shaking, fingers stumbling through the next page with bated breath.
Entry one, not sure how I should startâŚIâll figure it out later. Your beard grew out a little so I offered to help you shaveâŚ
I think I did a shit job but you didnât seem to mind, or maybe you were trying to save my feelings? I don't know which one. In any case remember to take care of yourself, I might be gone but like hell if Iâm gonna let you let yourself go!
Attached with a paperclip is a photo of the two of you in the bathroom, you smushing his face while he stares at the camera annoyed, or at least it seems. Thereâs a hint of a smile on his face.
He remembers that day. You were cuddling him and complained his beard was scratchy. He let you sit on his lap while you gave him a trim, you said your lines were crooked but he didnât give a shitâhe had you all to himself, and thatâs all he needed.
A small huff of laughter escapes him, even in the afterlife youâre still bossing him around. He flips to the next pageâ
Entry two, donât isolate yourself! I know you Logan, that lone wolf shit doesnât work and you know it too! Whenâs the last time you talked to the other X-Men, huh?
Your words rattle in his head, feelings of guilt blooming. They call occasionally, but he never picks up. Charles is the only one he ever gave the time of day and even then the mention of your passing is a sore subject. One time Scott showed up at his house, helped him clean up a bit before leaving; he never said thank you.
His eyes flick to the phone on his nightstand before continuing to read.Â
Entry three, donât starve yourself! I left a couple of my recipes in the last pages, just in case you missed my cookingâŚ
Entry four, I have a secret album of us on my phone. The password isâŚ
Entry five, stop being so hard on yourselfâŚ
Entry after entry, all stories with advice for when youâre gone. Clean up after himself, donât try to find peace at the bottom of a bottle, remember to find a hobbyâŚevery single page, accompanied by a description of what you did that day. Went hiking, went on a dinner date, stayed at home and watched tvâalmost an entire year's worth of reminiscing in the form of a tiny brown journal.
By the time he got to the last one the sun had begun to rise. His eyes burned with exhaustion, but the thought of stopping never crossed his mind.
The big three-six-five, happy anniversary! Itâs been a year since I started this project and I think I should end it here, so Iâll end it with the best advice I can give you.
Logan, you need to move on.
I know it hurts, but Iâm gone, and you canât spend your life chasing after a woman who isnât here anymore. You deserve more in life than to grieve. I love you more than anything in the world, which is why Iâm telling you itâs okay to move on.
Iâll always be with you, so donât think that you need to feel guilty. I know you love me, and I love you.
Iâm giving you permission to forgive yourself, and let me go.
He re-reads your words. Once, twice, even three times before they really sink in. Iâm giving you permission to forgive yourself, and let me go.
At that moment it all comes crashing down on him. Your death, the funeral, the pain and longing, the griefâall of it. Everything heâd ever tried to push aside by drinking, culminating into this single release of emotion.
He cries. A full-bodied, pathetic display, he sobbed while holding your last memory to his chest until he was red in the face, until his lungs burned. He sobbed until he had no more tears to give, then sobbed some more.
Even in death, you were still listening.
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