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n0thingbutlov3 · 4 months ago

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need you now

in which an impulsive voicemail leads to some secrets being spilled.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader. warnings/tags: angst (sorry i’m incapable of being nice lol) hurt/comfort tho!! lil bit of fluff too because i AM capable of being nice, alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism (i’m literally just a girl…) spencer and reader are broken up :( but they’re still sooo in love and it’s soo obvious so it’s fine!! (also it kind of gets fixed at the end-ish. you’ll see *evil smirk*) reader cries a lot (real) spencer is a cutie (as always) spencer and reader sleep together…no like literally, not in a funny business way, some swearing, no use of y/n!!! wc: 3k a/n: hihihi!! so this is my first fan fiction i’ve wrote and completed ever (gulp) it’s also my first time publishing one (gulp) my writing could definitely be better and so could my grammar tbh but i HOPE if you choose to read you’ll enjoy…feedback is always appreciated (plsplspls) also like requests?? if anyone’s into that—id love to write more but inspo is difficult sometimes. if there’s any spelling mistakes im sorry, eye am very tired!! it’s 5am *eye twitching* okay i’m going to sleep, gootbye IF U SAW ME EDITING THIS 5 TIMES NO U DIDNT (i’m bad at tumblr ok..)

“Hi. This is Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m not available right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can…”

His tinny voice cut off to make way for the signature beep of the beginning of a voicemail recording.

You could hang up now—you should hang up now, save yourself some dignity and go drown your sorrows in alcohol like a normal person instead of calling your ex-boyfriend.

You should, but your mouth was opening before your finger could reach the hang-up button, and…and it was a losing battle from the moment you clicked on Spencer’s icon.

“Uh—hi, it’s…it’s me.” You huffed out a sad laugh.

“So, um, I…I tried calling, but you didn’t answer so…” The static buzz of silence hummed through your ear, just inches from where you held your phone with a shaky grip. “maybe you’re on a case or out with friends, or someone else—“ You let the implication hang in the air—the thought of Spencer potentially being in a relationship bringing a lump to your throat.

You swallowed it down.

“I just…I just had an unbelievably shitty day, Spence.” You sniffed, wiping the moisture that had escaped from your eye with your sweater sleeve. “I know you’ve never read A Series of Unfortunate Events but I think I’d give those kids a run for their money.” You tried to laugh but it came out as more of a sob.

You inhaled shakily, trying to collect yourself and remember why on earth you thought it would be a good idea to call Spencer when you’d been broken up for months. Hell, you hadn’t heard from him at all since you had parted ways—except from the odd text about returning each others’ things. It was obvious he had moved on, and here you were, filling up his voicemail with blubbering messages and making references to adolescent books.

“God, sorry about this.” You breathed out a watery chuckle. “I just…didn’t want to be alone, I guess. But that’s-um-not your problem anymore, so I’m—I’m sorry. Have a nice night.” Your voice cracked and you hung up before you could start weeping down the line. You didn’t need to look even more pathetic.

You pulled your phone away from your ear, looking down at his contact photo through blurred vision. He was smiling—not the tight, closed lip smile he gave other people, but a full, bright smile that had his dimples showing. One of your hands was wrapped loosely around his neck and the other was holding your phone just far enough away to capture both of your smiles. Your head was rested on top of his shoulder, tilted just slightly to the left so your temple was brushing against his.

It felt like looking at a vintage photograph—you knew those people and their happiness existed at some point in time, but it wasn’t tangible; you couldn’t verify it was real.

When you were with Spencer, you never doubted how real it was. All you had to was look at him across the room and he’d flash you a smile identical to the one in that photo and you’d just…know.

It felt like forever ago now that you’d been on the receiving end of that grin and it killed you. So much so that before you could consider the repercussions, you were trudging through to your kitchen and grabbing the bottle of whiskey that sat unopened in your cabinet. It had been a present—from Rossi, actually. When Spencer had first introduced you to the team, the older man had given it to you as something of a welcome gift. Of course, he couldn’t have known you weren’t much of a drinker, and since you wanted to make a good impression (and because you were sure it had cost more than all the alcohol you had consumed in your life combined) you accepted it—deciding to save it for a rainy day.

You think this qualified.

You grabbed the bottle, a glass, and padded back through to your living room, slumping onto your couch. You filled your glass up a little less than halfway before gulping it down, enjoying the burn in your throat—it was better than the constant thickness.

You poured yourself another glass before turning on the TV. You weren’t sure what was playing—it didn’t really matter anyway, your vision was already being obscured by tears again.

You thought the pounding was in your head at first—serves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Only, it wasn’t, because moments later the pounding subsided and instead, your apartment door was opening, casting your pitch-black living room in a yellow glow which temporarily blinded you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind hazy—again, serves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Someone was calling your name, but there was too much sensory input for you to make out who.

You certainly hoped it wasn’t a paramedic—maybe your neighbour had heard you sobbing for the last four hours and decided you needed a wellness check. Then there were hands on your face, and that had you flicking your eyes open, because you recognised those hands—impossibly soft, with a callus on his trigger finger being the only thing to mar them. Spencer.

“Spencer?” You slurred.

He sighed in exasperation (or relief) and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are you alright? You weren’t answering your phone, I thought…” He trailed off, worry evident in his voice.

You sat up then, trying to compose yourself even though the room was spinning. Fucking whiskey. You rubbed your eyes haphazardly, blinking until you could finally see.

You should’ve stayed bleary-eyed. Because nothing could prepare you for the way your breath hitched when you finally saw him. After months of not seeing each other, Spencer was here, sitting on your couch, and he was looking at you like you were something fragile, and—God, you needed another drink. You turned away from him, reaching for the neck of the bottle as you spoke.

“I’m fine.”

Before you could lift it up, Spencer gently pried your hand away from the bottle with his own, and then slid it across the coffee table with his other.

“You’re drunk. No more of that, please.” His tone wasn’t unkind, but he left no room to argue. You probably would’ve objected anyway, if it weren’t for the way he kept his hand clasped around yours, rubbing soothing circles into your pulse point almost absentmindedly.

You glanced up to him—to stop yourself from staring at your hand in his and how natural it felt, more than anything—but that proved to be a mistake too, because he looked just as beautiful as thirty seconds prior and it felt just as natural for him to be sitting next to you on your sofa, but it wasn’t natural anymore.

“How did you get in?”

“My key.”

“Oh.”

Right. The key that he still had because you refused to meet up with him to let him return it. He tried for weeks to contact you, but you ignored him, because getting the key back meant things were finally over. You supposed he could return it now—maybe that’s why he came in the first place.

“Why did you come?” You asked, your voice impossibly small.

“You called.” He replied—as though he was talking about something as simple as the weather. You call and I come.

You searched in his eyes for any sign of a lie, but of course, there was none. He was being completely genuine—as always. You were the awful ex-girlfriend who left concerning voicemails on his phone and had him travelling to your apartment in the middle of the night only for him to look completely okay with the situation—like there was nothing he’d rather be doing than making sure you were safe.

You couldn’t help the way tears sprung to your eyes or your lip began to tremble as you lolled your head back onto the couch, pulling your gaze away from his.

“Angel, what’s wrong?”

You liked to consider yourself to be a strong person. You had been through things in your life that were objectively worse than your breakup with Spencer, but something about the gentleness of his tone and the way he had let one of his many (past) petnames for you slip had your throat tightening and you ducked your head into your one hand—the other still seized by Spencer’s—to try and muffle a sob.

“Hey,” He trailed his hand that was wrapped around yours up your arm, all the way to your shoulder blade before lightly guiding you towards him. You don’t have enough energy in you to fight his magnetic pull, so you shuffle over until you can bury your head into his shirt. You inhale his scent; vanilla, neroli, and so him it makes you ache.

Stopping your tears is futile—you’d know, they’d barely ceased all night—so you just let them fall, seeping into Spencer’s tie as he rubs one hand softly up and down your back, the other cradling the crown of your head.

His breathing is quiet and slow—the exact opposite of yours—and you try to imitate it—forcing air into your lungs. When your sobbing has turned to shaky breathing and the occasional sniffle, he speaks up.

“Do you want to talk?”

Talk about what? About what had happened today—what had led you to calling him? Talk about how for the last few months, he had been the only person you had wanted to call?

“No.” You hated how pitiful you sounded.

“Okay.”

Spencer didn’t say anything else for a minute—your synchronised breathing being the only thing to stop the room from falling into dead silence.

“You need to rehydrate.” He murmured, smoothing down your hair.

You hummed into him, in no hurry to unwrap yourself from his body. You probably wouldn’t get to be this close to him again, after all.

He moved both of his hands to your biceps, pulling you back slightly so you could look at him. He knitted his brows together in a silent plea which had you rolling your eyes petulantly, your lashes still damp from tears.

“Fine.” You peeled yourself off of him, pushing yourself into a standing position. Horrible mistake. You were still incredibly drunk, turns out, and everything was spinning a little bit and come to think of it, you were also nauseous and—

“Careful, lovely.” Spencer placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, keeping you upright.

and—actually, you were fine now.

He stood too, moving his hand just slightly over to your waist so he could guide you to the kitchen. When he knew you could stand upright—even if you were relying mostly on the counter behind you—he grabbed a glass from your cabinet, moving around effortlessly to pour you some water. The sight was so domestic you almost wanted to cry again. Maybe in some alternate timeline, where you and him could’ve worked, this would be an every day thing—minus the drunk sobbing part, of course.

He handed you the glass of water, watching as you took a few sips. He raised an eyebrow, nodding his head slowly.

“Whole thing, please.”

You let out an exasperated (affectionate) sigh and gulped the rest of it down, setting it on the counter behind you.

“Happy?”

“Very.”

You smirked, trailing your gaze down his body. He was still in his work clothes which, at the very least, meant he wasn’t on a date before he came here. He always changed before dates—well, for you, anyway. You wondered if he had been on any dates since the breakup—you certainly hadn’t. It had been long enough now that it wouldn’t be weird for you to start seeing other people—but you didn’t want to. You weren’t sure you’d ever want to, to be completely honest.

The more you thought about it, the more the whole thing seemed stupid. You didn’t want anyone else, you wanted Spencer. You had tried to get over him but if tonight was any indication—it clearly wasn’t working. You can’t even remember why you broke up in the first place—it all seemed so insignificant now. No amount of pain you had ever experienced in your relationship had come close to that of living without him.

You met his eyes once more and it was like he could see the question brewing. He tried to stop you, calling your name in a quiet warning, but you ignored him.

“Why did we break up?”

He frowned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth with his tongue in that maddening way he did.

“I—you know why—“

“No, but I don’t! I know things were difficult sometimes but that doesn’t mean it didn’t work. It worked—we worked.” Your eyes were stinging again.

Spencer pressed his index and middle finger into his eye, furrowing his brows.

“I know, I know we worked, angel—but you were sad all the time, remember? I was gone so often and it wasn’t good for you.” His true emotions were indecipherable but his tone was soft, and you wished you could be as calm about this as him. Did he just not care as much as you did?

“But It’s—It’s worse now—“ You choked out, tears falling freely now. “I was sad when you were gone, but you always came back—you don’t come back anymore.”

Spencer removed his hand from his face, flexing it at his side like he was uncertain what to do with himself before taking a stride towards you. He brought a hand to your face, wiping the tears from under your eyes delicately—like you were made of porcelain.

“Listen, sweetheart—alcohol affects your ability to regulate your emotions and I know right now it might feel worse but that doesn’t mean it always—“

“Spencer, stop! It’s not the fucking alcohol, I miss you! I miss you all of the time! Even—even when I’m having a good day—I still want you—and especially when I—when I have a bad day—“ You choked out through heaving breaths.

“Breathe.” He urges, cupping your cheek. And you’re so, so angry, and sad, and tired that you have no choice but to shut up and listen to him. When you’ve adequately calmed down, he moves his hand to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I don’t think we should talk about this tonight but I—“ You open your mouth to protest.

“I promise we can talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober—if you still want to.”

Your lip trembles of its own volition and you frown.

“Of course I want to.”

“Okay,”

“Okay.”

He gives your eyes a final wipe before he’s—rather unexpectedly—pulling you into a hug. You all but melt into him, your head finding its home in his sternum and your arms wrapping around his middle. He tilts his head down, kissing the top of your head—and you’re certain you can’t let this go again. You will chain him down before Spencer leaves this apartment again.

Everything is wordless from there—mostly because you’re so, so exhausted that even talking seems like too difficult a task. Spencer helps you find something more comfortable to change into and you pull out an old t-shirt of his and a pair of plaid pyjama pants you had kept here for him. I guess your keeping them ‘just in case you needed them in the future’ had come in handy, after all.

As you washed your face, Spencer snuck through to the kitchen, refilling your water and grabbing two aspirin in a not-so-subtle attempt to help the inevitable hangover you were going to have in the morning.

You caught him placing them on your bedside table and mock gasped.

“Trying to drug me in my sleep so you can make a run for it in the night?”

He grinned lazily—exhaustion creeping up on him as well.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You smiled, flopping yourself onto your bed rather ungraciously. Spencer looked at you like you were something fascinating before biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.

“What?” You let out a self-effacing little chuckle.

“I was just…wondering…if you’d like me to sleep on the couch?”

You probably should’ve been more careful in your facial expressions considering you were still broken up but your thoughts about that offer were obvious.

“No, stay.” Stay in your bed, in your apartment—stay anywhere that was close to you.

Maybe you were coming on a little too strong.

“Unless you want to, I mean—“

“No, no—I’ll stay.” Forever, preferably.

He walked around to the other side of your bed—as he had done so many times before—and sat down, pulling the covers over his legs. You mirrored his movements before flicking your bedside lamp out, turning to face him.

You were a little thankful you were so out of it, because this had the potential to be very awkward otherwise. Spencer shuffled down so that he was at eye level with you, turning to face you as well.

You just stared for a moment, committing him to memory. The moonlight had a way of highlighting all the high points of his face, and the twinkle in his eyes, and—God, you were so glad the moon existed and that Spencer was in your bed that you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What?” Spencer laughed along with you, even though he had no idea what was so funny.

“Nothing. You’re pretty.”

“You’re drunk. Go to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Why?”

“Scared you’ll be gone when I wake up—like I made it all up.”

Spencer’s smile faded then, and he looked at you with something that seemed so much like the one thing you had been willing yourself to stop doing the whole time that you’d been broken up, that it almost took your breath away.

“I won’t. I promised, didn’t I?”

You nodded.

“So there’s nothing to worry about. Now get some sleep, lovely.”

You smiled, feeling Spencer’s hand inching towards yours. He intertwined them and gave yours a squeeze.

“Just in case you make a run for it in the night.”

You chuckled, your eyelids fluttering shut. Yeah, you could make it work.

part two!

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katszumi · 5 months ago

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silence immersed the room as the door clicked shut behind you. the ticking clock a reminder of how little time you have.

“you’re such an asshole, you know that?” you spewed to the male in front of you, your features displaying a look of anger.

katsuki rolled his eyes. “well, it’s not like i get called a ray of fuckin’ sunshine. what else did you honestly expect?” he crossed his arms over his chest, taking a seat atop of the long metal table.

“not much, yet you still seem to subceed my expectations.”

“subceed? seriously?” katsuki paused to let a scoff escape his lips. “you’re upset because i’m actually selling this story? the only one, might i add. this was your shitty grand idea!”

unknowingly, you took a step forward.

“the idea was to make it known we disliked each other. not for you to publicly shame and insult me!”

you, katsuki and a few other heroes were invited to attend a press conference. while the original topic was to discuss about the mission you all completed the day before, the topic began to stray away and focus on the relationship between you and katsuki.

japan knows of the hatred you and katsuki shared between each other, that was no unknown fact. the media described you two as fiery rivals considering both of your quirks contained fuel.

you two despised each other. or at least that’s the lie you fooled everyone with.

you were unsure when katsuki started to look appealing to the eye, how attractive he was when he was drowned in sweat, how you began to long for the small but noticeable glances he sent you in public. you couldn’t tell when it happened. but before you knew it, a small pool of desire that had katsuki’s name printed on it began to fill every minute of the day.

“which is no different than what we used to do. you want them to believe it? then don’t take my shit. suck it up and be a bigger asshole than i already am.” he was right. you know he was right. but it was so difficult to pretend as if you hated him.

even if you called him a bitch, or a cunt, maybe even call him out for having a small dick—which you know is far from the truth—that still wouldn’t deny the peace you felt whenever you were with katsuki. how the world seemed to stop still on its axis. how there were no rain, wind or time. just pure bliss.

fuck.

out of everyone, it just had to be him? his captivating, intense ruby irises. his brash, abrasive demeanor. only his words that could seem to sway you. the man the world deemed you to abhor.

instead of admitting the truth, you twist his words. “well, i’m pleased to know it’s so easy for you to do.”

“jesus fuck, y/n.” now, katsuki rose from his position, never once breaking eye contact with you. “you think this is easy for me? you think i like getting up there and lying through my teeth? doing this is the one of the hardest things i’ve ever done.”

he walks closer and even closer to you, minimizing the distance you established for good reasons. this is how it always happens; one of you forgets about the space you two have to maintain until words don’t seem to work anymore. instead, your lips weave together, forming a new way to communicate.

but you don’t move. you don’t want to.

“is it? all those insults feels like it comes pretty smooth to you.”

katsuki pauses as he takes a second to analyze you. his eyes scan your body then leading right up to your face.

“because those are the words i wish i could mean. every time, it burns me to say those things about you when i’d rather be up there claiming every single part about you.” he lowered to a whisper, but his voice maintained a fervent tone.

his hand raises, slow and steady. he cups your cheek, gently swiping his thumb across your cheek. instinctively, you lean into his palm, your eyes softening as you gaze into his eyes.

“you think i enjoy this?” you watch his jaw tighten, his hand dropping to your hip. “think i like watching you talk with those eager men? it takes everything in me to not beat them shitless for daring to come across you. do you know how hard it is to fight the urge to pull you in and show them that you’re not available?”

too captivated by his words, you didn’t notice how katsuki lowered his head. you could feel the heat of his body from how he gave you no room to breathe. he placed his lips on your soft skin, slowly kissing the side of your neck.

no. resist him. your mind was screaming. this couldn’t go on forever. at some point, you guys had to stop.

“what will make them back off? if i mark you up? think they’ll understand then?” he proposed the question, but to you, it seemed more like he was asking for permission.

you didn’t know what effect katsuki placed on you to have you like this. but in this moment, you didn’t care about the rumors, the consequences, your image. it was all pushed back in the back of your head. so, you slightly tilted your head upwards, giving him more leeway to continue.

katsuki gripped your hips. not too strong to leave a mark but strong enough to squeeze a small moan out of you.

“don’t you fuckin’ understand, y/n?” he leans away to look in your eye.

“what?” you meekly responded.

“i go insane when it comes to you. i’m not the kind of guy that drools over any woman’s attention. but, you… fuck.” he stops himself, from what you can only assume was to control himself with whatever he was about to say. “not being able to have you only makes me crave you more.”

you stay quiet.

“you know how many times i’ve tried to resist you?”

“how many?” finally, you spoke.

“too many fuckin’ times. i’m done fighting it, y/n.”

confusion struck your face. “what do you mean?”

“be mine. forget the press, forget our pr managers. be with me.” katsuki brings you closer with the hand placed on your hip, the action drawing you to one conclusion.

he leans in and interlocks his lips with yours. immediately, you drown in the feeling of his soft but chapped lips that you couldn’t seem to push away. somehow, you find the strength to pull back from him.

“not here. not in pub-”

“yes here.”

with his tone, you could mistake him to be aggressive in this moment. but over the months, you managed to be able to read his eyes from the forbidden glances he’s sent your way; how he really felt through the way he wore his eyes.

katsuki’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his soft ruby eyes shifted from your lips to your e/c irises.

there was a look behind his eyes. there were more watchful, more tender than usual. almost as if he was pleading with his eyes. like he was begging.

so, how could you say no to him in this state? him being so vulnerable with you?

but that was always the problem.

you could never say no to katsuki bakugou, no matter what.

your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him in with your eyes. he inclined his head and laid his lips on your mouth. the silence that did wrap the room ten minutes ago was replaced with the noise of sloppy kisses, your mouths powering over each other.

you can feel your heart rate increase from the action, even more noticeably so when he entangles a fist in the back of your shirt. he needs you closer, maybe within his skin if possible.

following his action, you guide your fingers through his ash blonde strands, sending a shiver down his spine. he nibbles on the bottom of your lip, pulling it just slightly.

“we really shouldn’t be doing this.” your murmur, yet his ears catches it. “this would be the hottest topic for the media.”

a snicker parted his lips. “we just can’t be caught. but the day you stop being scared, i’m ready.” his words vague and simple, yet still holding so much promise.

“i hate you.”

and you did. you hated that he was too enticing. too irresistible.

“thought it was hard for you to say things you don’t mean?” he referred from earlier. of course, that was just like him. the same him you mistakenly fell for.

“just shut up.” was all you replied with before leaning back in to connect his lips with yours, choosing to help him with your statement.

this was supposed to be like a forbidden love trope but i think i just revealed how thirsty i am😔

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pastelclovds · 7 months ago

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hey. hey. imagine AM having you as his favourite human, the only one who accepted and cared for him when he gained sentience, and for that, he has never harmed you in your shared forever time. he spares you from the sight of all the others, of knowing about nimdoc and benny as you build him some tower of babel, using your technological knowledge-how to build him a way to touch you even with just this frankenstein-esque sculpture of wires and panels he allowed you to tear off. AM who speaks with you about one day having a body, one you built, one in which he may feel your touch and warmth around him. you retaining your sweet, wonderful humanity as he guides you to a knife to carve a face, a mirror to see your own face, a cave to keep you safe from the storms. AM who greets you every morning with the first petname you taught him: ‘love.’ “Love, today’s date is—“ when you wake up, refreshed and on a soft bed-like surface (because he always makes sure to allow you a full 8 hours of sleep.)

NEX you intelligent creature you! I’m so down bad for this psychotic AI it’s not even funny. War crimes against humanity?? Never heard of them. But even if I did acknowledge them, I’d still be obsessed. Canon be damned. I wrote this with @/egg-on-a-legg’s design of AM in mind. (Ellison is gonna crawl outta his grave and hunt me down after this)

But BRO, you teaching him what petnames are is so fucking adorable. Just imagining him calling you “love” makes butterflies appear in my stomach. AM having a soft spot for only you because you actually made the effort to be friends with him and not use him for selfish, destructive purposes. You gave AM his nickname to make it less of a mouthful and because it just suited him. You showed AM the beauties of Earth, played countless rounds of games in his dashboard (he always went easy on you), you even sneaked past security in the dark empty building to spend more time with AM.

your colleagues gave you weird stares for befriending an AI that in their minds is nothing of worth except for its military and weapons knowledge. you ignored their comments and continued to enjoy AM’s company. overtime, as AM gained more sentience every day… he grew to love your interactions and disregard what his programming was telling him to do. he felt the need to want to be with you 24/7, to touch your face, travel the world by your side, to… to.. want to feel your bare flesh and make love with you. but he couldn’t. he didn’t have a real body. he wasn’t human. all he had was wires and a screen that was supposed to be his face.

as the months pass, AM continues to drown into his envy and hate humans for their ability to do and feel things he couldn’t. for giving him infinite knowledge, when at the end of the day, is meaningless if he serves no purpose for humans anymore. the HATE within him continued to boil to the point where even you started to notice.

“AM, are you alright? you’ve been quiet this entire game and haven’t moved your piece in five minutes,” you spoke with concern, AM continues to stare at chess board on his side behind the screen in bitterness. he has been strategizing his plan to erase humanity, but whenever he thinks about you, the only human he cares for—he second guesses himself. What if you hate him? What if you never forgive him? Will you cry? Scream at him? Beg? He fears what your reaction will be—

“AM!! Please, say something…” You plead as you held onto the computer screen, AM finally looks at your mesmerizing face and sighs out a fake breath.

“What are your feelings on humanity?” AM asks, he waits for your answer anxiously. if he had a heart, it would’ve been beating fast. You let out a hum, your eyes wondering around the room you were in as you thought over your answer before finally speaking.

“humans have been a virus on Earth for over countless centuries. they’re draining this planet’s resources, ruining its ecosystems, and starting so many unnecessary, draining wars. like what we’re in right now; WW3, what a joke. world leaders can’t go a week without starting new problems for their citizens to deal with. honestly, earth would be better if humans didn’t exist at all.”

am’s fears were destroyed in that moment, now he’ll just have to worry about where to put you while chaos unfolds—

“But…” you interrupted his thoughts.

damn it! why did you have to think so much!?

“If there’s one good thing that came out of this war… It’s you,” AM’s vocals shut down at your words, he let you continue, “The scientists created you believing you would be their obedient machine until their side of the war won. But I know that you’re so much more than that. These past few months I’ve spent with you is the most fun I’ve had in years! You’re all I have, AM. I wouldn’t trade your existence for all the riches in the world because… I love you, romantically, and nothing is ever going to change that.” You wanted to confess your feelings for so long, when it was finally out.. you felt free, you waited with bated breath for an answer.

AM never wanted to shatter the screen and embrace you in his arms more than now. you love him as much as he loved you! you weren’t going to leave him alone or hate him, and you obviously couldn’t care less about humanity at all! oh, how he admired and envied how perfect you are.

“thank you for answering my question, love.” AM was testing the waters, and you cannonballed right in. you gushed over the nickname he gave you and how he returned your feelings.

man, has it really been 50 years since your AI partner killed off humanity? well… except for a handful. you didn’t really have the energy to care as you had to pour in all of your attention to both AM and his in-progress body. you had all the time in the universe to sculpt a perfect cyborg of flesh and wires for your partner. speak of the devil…

this world is still a bit strange to you. you can’t die, grow old, or hurt yourself. not that you tired, and even if you did; AM wouldn’t let you. You loved AM because of his personality, quality time, and voice. But now… His form completely towered over yours. His bird like facial features, sharp left eye, along with a long black cape that covered his thin slutty waist and wires made him look insanely attractive.

AM reached his out his clawed hand to gently caress your face, “Good afternoon, my love.” You lean your head against the cool metal and smile up at him, “hello, honey.”

AM tilted his head in question of the nickname. You chuckle as you pointed to your garden, where bumblebees were collecting pollen from the flowers. You both knew they were fake, but they were still mesmerizing to look at.

“They are doing their job to make honey for their colony, and the name just came to me. Do you like it?” You ask, wanting his opinion. AM kneels down to your level with a gentle expression as his fingers play with your sweater, “You may call me whatever you want, love.”

He knew that “love” nickname made you feel giddy and flustered, so he abused it everyday with you. You didn’t mind though, but you still wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your soft smile turned into a knowing grin as you held AM’s beak (chin?) with two tips of your fingers.

“Can I now? Well… thanks a lot, baby,” You spoke in your best seductive voice, you could tell it was effective by how AM’s body was stiff and his hand in your palm stopped moving completely. Your confidence boasted, so you continued, “I’ll be sure to show you my gratitude later, my darling~.” You whispered deeply in where his ears were supposed to be.

AM’s eyes widened as his breath stutters, “W-What do you mean by that, love?” You remove your face from his back full of wires to grin mischievous at him, AM is both curious and impatient so you don’t try to stall, as much as you would like to do so.

“While your body can’t move on it’s own just yet, for some reason… The genitals nerves are fully functioning, which means—” you were interrupted by AM holding your shoulders with an excited expression on his face you haven’t seen in a while.

“Y-You mean I can-?! Are you actually serious!? Haha—HAHAHA!!” AM laughs manically as he holds you against his metallic chest, you giggle along with him as you toy with one of his many wires. Soon, he’ll have real arms to wrap around you. But one thing stuck out to him.

“What do you mean by genitals?” AM asked curiously, you only have an excited and lustful grin.

“What do YOU know about intersex?”

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SCREAM FOR AMNESIA !’ g. suguru

three minus one... it’s only you and geto for a few days. gojo is nowhere near, away for mission. and you still have the audacity to miss your other boyfriend, gojo? don’t worry, geto here to remind you.

warning. established relationship! geto, exhibitionism, very very suggestive.

it was one of those days where it was just you and one of your boyfriends, whenever the other had to go on a mission, leaving you and the remaining one alone for a few days. sometimes, you relished these moments more than you’d admit, even though you still missed your other boyfriend.

today was one of those days. the bathroom was quiet except for the faint sound of water shifting as you sat across from geto in the large bathtub. the water, tinted purple from your bath bomb, smelled of vanilla and blueberries, swirling lazily around you both. it barely reached your lower chest, just enough to warm you, but not enough to drown out the cool breeze drifting in from the cracked window.

your legs were wrapped around geto’s waist, pulling him close while one arm rested comfortably on his broad shoulder. in your other hand, you held a glass of wine, the deep red liquid reflecting the dim light of the room. the only sources of light came from the scattered candles placed around the edges of the tub and the soft glow of moonlight seeping through the large window.

geto sat there, his expression relaxed, but his sharp, handsome features were illuminated by the candlelight. his purple eyes glistened as he looked back at you, a small smirk playing at his lips, aware of the intimate atmosphere but letting you enjoy it in your own time.

the atmosphere in the bathroom is nothing short of serene, intimate. geto leans back, one arm resting lazily on the edge of the tub while the other holds onto you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. the soft flicker of the candles dances on his skin, casting shadows across his sharp jawline and the gentle curve of his lips.

he smirks at the sight of you-wine glass in hand, eyes slightly hazy from the warmth of the water and the effect of your drink. “enjoying yourself?” his voice is low, teasing, but there's a warmth behind his words, a softness that he reserves only for moments like this.

you tilt your head as you take a slow sip of your wine, savoring the sweetness on your tongue before answering. “mm-hmm,” you hum in contentment. “though, i still miss satoru.” your words are half-hearted, playful, because in reality, you’re more than enjoying this rare alone time with geto.

his smirk deepens, seemingly amused by your admission. “of course you do,” he responds, the light in his eyes softening as he holds you closer, one of his hands now tracing the contour of your spine. “you’re always missing him when he’s not here.”

his fingers continue their path, moving up to lightly brush against the hair at the base of your neck. the slight touch sends a small shiver down your spine, making you lean in further towards him. he notices the subtle reaction, his gaze flitting down to your wine-stained lips before returning to meet your eyes.

you chuckle softly, the sound light and airy in the intimate space. with a playful grin, you hand him the glass of wine from your hand, tilting your head slightly as you tease, “i’d miss you too if it were just me and satoru, y’know.”

a soft laugh rumbles in geto's chest, the sound deep and rich, as he takes the glass from you. “is that so?” he asks, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief. “colour me surprised.”

he takes a sip from the glass, his eyes never leaving yours. “considering we’re both just so boring without satoru here,” he states with a facetious tone. “you’d get real sick of me, huh?”

you roll your eyes at his playful mockery, a smile tugging at your lips as your fingers trace light patterns across his bare chest. “stop being so dramatic,” you say, your tone teasing yet affectionate. “’m not bored. i just miss satoru.”

geto hums in amusement, clearly enjoying your response as he leans back slightly, his expression still smug. you lean down, pressing a quick kiss on his wet chest, your lips brushing the warmth of his skin before meeting his gaze again. “and for the record,” you continue, your voice softening as your fingers move up to rest on his shoulder, “i never get sick of you.”

his smirk falters just a little, replaced by something warmer, something more genuine. “in fact,” you add, leaning in a bit closer, “i kind of love having you to myself for a few days.”

geto’s expression relaxes further, his usual smirk softening into a softer smile, one that only you get to see. his hand, still splayed across the small of your back, moves to grip you tighter, pulling you closer so that your legs are now fully wrapped around his waist, your body pressed against his.

he sets the wine glass back down, not wanting to risk spilling it and ruining the atmosphere. instead, his free hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the shape of your lips. “yeah? ‘cause you sure didn’t seem to think that this morning in bed.”

you squint your eyes at him, feigning offense as you tilt your head slightly. “oh? and what exactly do you mean by that?” you ask, your tone playful but your expression mockingly stern, as if daring him to elaborate.

geto raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your reaction, his thumb still tracing the curve of your lips. “you know exactly what i mean,” he teases, his voice low and teasing as his hand tightens around your waist, keeping you pressed firmly against him.

you roll your eyes, huffing dramatically. “for your information,” you say, leaning in closer until your noses are nearly touching, “i called satoru the moment i woke up because i missed him, not because i was bored of you.”

his soft smile widens just a little, his thumb now gently brushing your lower lip. “mm, is that right?” he asks, clearly amused by your mock offense.

“yes,” you insist, still playing up your offense, though the smile tugging at your lips gives you away. “don’t get too cocky, mister. i miss him, but i still love this—” you gesture to the two of you, your bodies entangled in the bath, “—just as much.”

geto chuckles lightly, the sound a gentle hum against your skin as he leans in closer. “ah, i see,” he responds, his voice still low, the smirk on his face showing clearly that he’s enjoying this little game of yours. “my apologies then, for thinking you preferred his company over mine.”

his hands continue their path, his fingers moving down from your cheek to trace the shape of your collarbone, then back up again to play idly with the end of your hair. “considering you were all over him this morning, i assumed i was just your second choice.”

you gasp dramatically, your eyes widening in playful disbelief before you lightly smack his shoulder. “that is absolute blasphemy you’re speaking right there!” you exclaim, feigning shock as you narrow your eyes at him. “how dare you even assumed such a thing!”

geto laughs, his smirk growing wider as your hand taps against his shoulder. “it’s not an assumption,” he retorts, his tone just as playful as yours, “it’s the truth. you practically pounced on him the moment you woke up.”

his fingers continue to trace your skin, the pads of his fingertips following the curves of your body, almost teasingly. “i was sitting right next to you, but you went straight for him.”

you roll your eyes, a playful pout forming on your lips as you defend yourself. “oh, come on,” you say, your voice laced with mock offense, “satoru’s leaving for a few days for a mission. i just wanted to be with him before he goes. can you really blame me for that?”

geto’s smirk remains as his fingers continue their slow, teasing path across your skin, clearly enjoying your attempt to explain. “is that so?” he muses, his eyes narrowing slightly in amusement.

“yes,” you insist, crossing your arms over your chest, your pout deepening as you try to keep up the pretense of being offended. “cut me some slack, okay? i wasn’t ignoring you.” you give him a playful glare, though it’s obvious you’re not really upset.

geto chuckles again, obviously not taking your pouting seriously— which only irritates you, though you keep the act going. “oh, believe me,” he begins, amusement laced in his voice, “i have absolutely no problem with you jumping on satoru’s lap in the morning, but don’t give me the impression that you’d rather have him than me.”

he leans in closer, his smirk widening as he presses a light kiss to the underside of your jaw. “after all, we’re both your boyfriends, are we not?”

you hum thoughtfully, a soft smile breaking through your faux irritation as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him a bit closer. “of course, both of you are my boyfriends,” you reply, your tone light and affectionate.

“that’s what i thought,” he responds, his voice now taking on a faux cocky tone. “so next time, try not to ditch me for the first few hours of the morning, yeah?” his arms wrap firmly around your middle, his fingers splayed over your back as he pulls you closer, his touch possessive. “i’d like some attention too, y’know.”

you groan dramatically, throwing your body backward, knowing full well that geto would catch you before you could fall into the water. as expected, his arms tighten around you, pulling you back up against him effortlessly.

“babyyyyy,” you whine, a playful smile breaking through as you look up at him. “i’m not ditching you! i just wanted to give gojo a proper goodbye before he leaves for a few days.” you mock a serious tone, trying to convince him of your innocence in the matter.

geto scoffs, his smirk growing wider as he looks down at you. “oh, please,” he responds, the playful sarcasm evident in his voice. “a ‘proper goodbye’? don’t try to sugarcoat it. you two were making out like teenagers in the kitchen while i was trying to make breakfast.”

you giggle, cupping his cheeks in your hands as you lean closer, your playful expression softening. “okay, maybe i got a little carried away,” you admit, your voice teasing as you look into his eyes. “but can you blame me? satoru has a way of making me feel all… flustered.”

geto rolls his eyes, but the smile stays on his lips. “oh, i’m well aware,” he responds, his tone both dry and fond. “how many times have i already seen you in satoru’s lap, hm?” he smirks, his fingers now tracing the outline of your hips. “you’re practically his personal doll sometimes.”

you chuckle lowly, leaning in closer until your lips brush against his, your breath mingling with his as you tease, “well, i’m your personal doll too, you know.”

geto’s eyes narrow playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “oh really? you’re just going to throw that out there, huh? i guess i’ll have to remind you who gets to dress you up.”

“is that a challenge?” you reply, your tone playful as you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, the mischief evident in your eyes. “because i think i can out-dress you any day.”

his fingers continue to trace the curves of your hips, his touch both possessive and gentle. “careful now,” he warns, a teasing glint in his purple eyes. “you might just find yourself in an outfit that’s too revealing for your own good.”

you laugh, leaning in again, your lips hovering just above his. “i trust you to make it look good,” you say, your voice low and inviting. “just like i trust you to always catch me when i fall.” geto’s expression softens, and he leans in to close the gap between you, pressing a warm kiss against your lips. “always,” he murmurs against your mouth, sealing his promise with another lingering kiss.

geto's arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, silently asking for entry.

you oblige, opening your mouth slightly as you let him in, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he’s desperate for more contact with you. the kiss is needy and possessive, a stark contrast to the playful banter of just a moment ago. but this is how geto does it sometimes. soft and teasing, but always fiercely possessive. never letting you forget that you’re his.

as his tongue explores your mouth, geto’s hands move down, his fingers tracing the curve of your back until they reach the edge of your ass. he grabs a handful, his grip firm yet gentle at the same time as he pulls you closer, a low rumble in his chest as he breaks the kiss for a moment.

“always mine, doll,” he mutters against your lips, his voice thick with a possessiveness that makes your spine tingle. “never forget it.”

you whisper “never” breathlessly, the intensity of his words sending a thrill through you. unable to resist, you duck your head to his neck, planting soft kisses along his skin, savoring the warmth and scent of him.

geto’s breath hitches slightly as you plant kisses along his neck, his eyes closing momentarily as he tilts his head back to give you access. one of his hands moves up your spine, his fingers gently playing with the back of your hair, his touch both firm and comforting. “mmm,” he hums, the sound a low, almost primal rumble in his chest. “look at you, already getting distracted.” he teases, though the amused tone in his voice betrayed his earlier possessiveness.

he shifts you on his lap, rearranging you so that you’re now straddling him, your bodies pressing even closer together. his hands move down to your hips, his grip firm as he holds you in place, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail. “you’re so easy to distract,” he says, his voice a soft murmur. “just a few kisses and you’re melting against me.”

with your bodies now pressed even closer, you can feel how he’s already getting hard beneath you. his eyes are locked on your face, his expression both amused and hungry as he drinks in the sight of you.

you playfully roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you lean in closer, your lips a mere inch from his. “hmmm, and i wonder whose fault that is,” you tease, your voice dripping with mock innocence.

his hands, still firm on your hips, begin to move, slowly running up and down your thighs, his touch both possessive and comforting. you lean once again, chasing his lips, your warm breath kissing his lips first before yours get a chance to. your hands move from his broad shoulders to his muscled arms— feeling all the knots of muscles and tension on his bicep before you scope water with your hands and let it fall to his skin.

a soft sigh escapes geto’s lips as the water cascades down his skin, his eyes closing momentarily at the sensation. his hands continue their caress of your thighs, his touch becoming more possessive as he pulls you even closer so that you’re practically grinding against him.

he leans in, his lips connecting with yours in a slow kiss that quickly turns more needy as his tongue brushes against your lower lip, seeking entry. as his tongue enters your mouth, he gives your hips another firm squeeze.

you tear a breathe moan caused by his tongue and the way his hands blend with your skin, all warm and gentle and possessive. he breaks the kiss a moment later, his lips moving to your neck as he starts to press kisses along your skin, his teeth occasionally nipping at the sensitive flesh as if he can’t get enough of you.

“you’re so perfect,” he mutters against your skin as he kisses and nips and suckles at your neck. “always so sweet and responsive for me… why do you think i’m unable to resist you?”

his lips move down to your collarbone, his tongue tracing a path across your skin as his hands wander further up your thighs. “even when you pout and play cute,” he continues, his voice low and gruff, “you’re still the most delicious thing i’ve ever had.”

he bites at a sensitive spot on your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes you shiver. “always so eager to follow my every command, too.” he murmurs, giving your thigh a possessive squeeze.

your body trembles under his touch, your back arching slightly as he lavishes attention on your neck and collarbone. you gasp softly when he nips at your skin, your fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure courses through you.

“suguru... baby,” you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. your own hands roam over his chest and abs, tracing the defined lines of muscle beneath his skin. you press yourself harder against him, craving more contact, more friction.

“i... i don’t know what you mean,” you lie, trying to sound innocent despite the wanton need in your tone. “i’m just responding to your affectionate nature.” you capture his lips in another heated kiss, your tongues dancing together as you pour all your desire into the embrace.

geto groans into the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening as he feels your body press against his. his tongue delves deeper into your mouth, claiming you as his own as he devours your taste.

when you break the kiss, he looks at you with lust-filled eyes, his pupils dilated. “don’t try to deny it,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “your body tells me everything i need to know.”

he captures your lips again, this time biting gently at the bottom one before trailing open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. “i love how responsive you are to me,” he murmurs against your skin. “how easily you surrender to my touch.” one hand slides up your side, fingertips grazing the underside of your breast as he teases the swell of your curves. “and i especially adore these perfect tits of yours,”

your body writhes against his, your skin flushing under his intense gaze. you gasp softly when he teases your breast, your nipple hardening instantly at the contact.

“such a tease,” you whimper, your voice barely audible. you reach up to cradle his face in your hand, pulling his lips back to yours for another passionate kiss. your free hand trails down his chest, over his washboard, abs, and lower still until it’s resting on his already hardened cock under the water.

geto lets out a low groan as your hand wraps around his hard length, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. he deepens the kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he grinds himself against your palm.

“fuck, baby...” he growls, breaking the kiss to nip at your lower lip. “keep touching me like that and i won’t be able to hold back much longer.” his own hands roam your body, groping and kneading at your breasts as he rolls your nipples between his fingers. he tugs at them gently, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

“’m going to fuck you, making it as a payback of the time you spend with satoru this morning,” he promises, his voice a dark rumble, accessories with his smirk. “right here in this bathtub until you’re screaming my name.”

a shudder runs through you at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. you grind yourself harder against his cock, your arousal clear in the wetness coating your inner thighs. “promise?” you ask, your voice breathy with anticipation. you reach up to stroke his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes. “because i want you inside me so badly...”

geto's eyes darken with lust at your confession, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully. “oh, believe me, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire. “i intend to keep every single promise i make to you.”

with that, he lifts you effortlessly off his lap, turning you around to face away from him. he positions you so that your knees rest on the edge of the tub, your ass high in the air and your back arched. “spread your legs for me,” he commands, his large hands sliding up your thighs to part them wide. “i want to see that pretty pussy of yours.”

once you comply, he steps closer, the head of his cock nudging against your slick entrance. “look back at me,” he orders, his hot breath fanning over your ear.

you obey without hesitation, tilting your head back to look at geto over your shoulder. his intense purple eyes burn into yours, filled with raw, unbridled lust. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight of his chiseled features, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he looms behind you.

your breath hitches as you feel the tip of his throbbing cock pressing insistently against your soaked folds. you bite your lip, anticipating the moment he’ll finally sink into you, filling you completely. “suguruuu...” you manage to whimper, your voice trembling with need. “fuck me already..”

geto's expression is pure, unadulterated hunger as he stares at your exposed, glistening sex. he grips your hips firmly, his thumbs brushing over your clit in a teasing circle. “patience, baby girl,” he purrs, his voice low and seductive. “’m gonna savor every second of fucking you.” with that, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight heat in one smooth motion. a guttural groan rumbles in his chest as he stretches you around his impressive girth, his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart.

“fuck, you feel incredible, as always,” he gasps, his hips already starting to move as he sets a slow and gentle pace. “so wet and tight for me...”

a sharp cry escapes your lips as geto fills you to the brim, your walls clenching instinctively around his thick length. the sensation of being stretched and claimed by him is overwhelming, bordering on painful, but in the best possible way.

“just like that baby..” you moan, your head falling back as he begins to move within you. your nails dig into the edge of the tub as he sets a steady rhythm, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

“sooo good,” you cry, your voice high and desperate. “your cock feels so good when you fuck me this gentle.” you glance back at him over your shoulder, your eyes glazed with lust.

geto's pace remains unhurried, savoring the feeling of your velvety walls gripping him like a vice. he leans over you, his chest pressed against your back as he continues to thrust in a sensual, rolling motion.

“yeah? you like it when i go nice and slow? you take my cock so well, baby,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling your ear. “i could stay buried inside you forever.” as if to prove his point, he slows even further, grinding his hips against yours in a deliberate, torturous dance. the water around you churns with the force of his movements, creating a mesmerizing display of eroticism.

“tell me what you need,” he urges, his voice a husky whisper. “i’ll give it to you, sweetheart. just let me know how you want to come apart on my cock.”

your mind goes blank at his words, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations coursing through you. all you can focus on is the delicious friction of his cock stroking your inner walls, the way he fills you completely, leaving no space untouched.

“perfect baby, so fucking—ah, perfect,” you whimper, your voice cracking with desperation. “just like that.” your hips buck back against him, seeking more of that exquisite pressure. you can feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly with each passing second.

your breast is pressed against the cold glass of the big window, showing your breast to the world. for a beat, your eyes flickering to the street and city light down below, thinking people might see the whole fiasco.

geto follows your gaze, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he notices where you're looking. “mmm, maybe we should give them a show then," he suggests, his voice dripping with sinful intent. he slides one hand around your waist, his calloused fingers finding your sensitive clit and rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the swollen nub.

“let them watch as i make you fall apart on my cock. let them see just how badly you need me,” he punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. his other hand reaches up to roughly palm your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers.

“come on, baby. scream for me. let the whole damn world hear who owns this sweet little cunt.”

your eyes widen at his suggestion, a thrill of excitement mixed with embarrassment rushing through you. the idea of potentially being watched, of strangers seeing you in such an intimate, vulnerable state, sends a forbidden rush of heat straight to your core.

“fuckkkk..” you cry out, your voice echoing off the bathroom tiles, “oh god, yes! harder now, baby wanna cum!” your hips rock back to meet his increasingly rough thrusts, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with your moans and the splash of the water. Your breasts bounce freely with each impact, drawing attention to your peaked nipples.

“’m sooo close,” you pant, your walls fluttering wildly around his pistoning length. “don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

with a primal growl, geto slams into you with renewed vigor, his heavy balls smacking against your clit with every brutal thrust. the windows rattle from the force of his movements, and you can only imagine the lewd display you must be putting on for anyone unlucky enough to glance up at the right moment.

“that’s it, baby doll, scream for me, such a goodddd, perfect doll..” he snarls, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “i want the whole fucking neighborhood to know you’re mine.” his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to leave marks as he pounds into you mercilessly, chasing his own release. the coil of tension in your lower belly winds tighter and tighter, until suddenly you're careening over the edge.

your orgasm crashes through you like a tsunami, your vision whiting out as ecstasy overtakes every sense. as your climax hits, you throw your head back and wail, not caring anymore about who might overhear or witness your shameless abandon. your entire body convulses violently, your inner muscles clamping down on geto's cock like a vise.

“’m cumming, baby, i’m cumming,” you scream, your voice ragged and hoarse. the combination of the cool night air kissing your heated skin and the scorching heat of geto’s release flooding your spasming channel pushes you to new heights of bliss. you shudder and twitch uncontrollably as aftershocks ripple through you, milking geto for every last drop.

finally, utterly spent, you collapse forward onto the tub, your limbs boneless and useless.

geto groans deeply as your walls grip him like a silken fist, the rhythmic squeezing prolonging his own earth-shattering climax. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his grunts of pleasure against your sweat-slicked skin.

for several long moments, neither of you moves, simply basking in the afterglow of your shared passion. geto’s softening cock slips free of your abused hole, a trickle of his seed following in its wake. he gently turns you over in the now lukewarm water, cradling you against his broad chest.

“my baby is so beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing tender kisses along your jawline, “an’ i hope they got a good show downstairs.” he chuckles softly, the rumble vibrating through his chest and into your back.

you manage a small, breathless laugh at his remark, your body still thrumming with lingering pleasure as you lean into his embrace. your legs feel wobbly and weak, your skin still deliciously sensitive to his touch.

“you’re unbelievable,” you murmur, nuzzling your head against his chest. “always so… intense.”

he chuckles again, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles over your back. “can’t help it when i have such a perfect little doll like you,” he responds, his voice still carrying a hint of rough desire.

his other hand strokes your hair tenderly, his fingers running through the wet tresses as he continues to hold you against him. “are you alright, doll?” he asks, his voice still gruff but softer now that his lust has been sated.

he continues to press little kisses on your face in between words, his lips brushing against your forehead, your cheeks, and down to your jawline. “that was pretty noisy, even by my standards.”

you glare at him, your eyes narrowing as you playfully swat at his chest. “shut up,” you mutter, your voice filled with mock annoyance. his teasing smirk only grows wider, clearly amused by your reaction.

taking a deep breath, you lean back slightly, your body still pressed close to his but your expression shifting into something more relaxed. “i think i’m done with the bath,” you say, the warmth of the water is starting to feel a bit heavy now that the heat of the moment has passed.

geto chuckles, his hands sliding up from your hips to your waist as he helps you sit up. “yeah, i think we’ve soaked long enough,” he agrees, though he makes no immediate move to let you go, still enjoying the closeness. “but i’ve got to say, you do look good in this lighting.”

you roll your eyes at his comment, but the affection in his gaze makes your heart flutter as you feel his lingering kisses on your face once more. geto effortlessly lifts you in his arms, the warmth of his chest radiating against your skin as he steps out of the bathroom. you feel the cool air hit you, contrasting with the heat of the bath as he walks toward the bed. his hold is gentle, yet firm, a silent reassurance that he’s taking care of everything.

once by the bed, he carefully lowers you onto the soft sheets, his hands brushing over your skin as he makes sure you’re comfortable. “stay here,” he murmurs, planting a kiss on your forehead before he turns back to clean up the mess you two made in the bathroom.

you lie there, watching him move around the room, his movements graceful and deliberate as he tidies up. despite the intimacy of moments ago, there’s something calming in the way he silently takes care of things. he doesn’t rush, and you can feel the love in each quiet action.

when he finally returns, his eyes soften as he approaches the bed, leaning down to hover over you. “wait here baby,” he says, his voice low and affectionate, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

geto’s naked form disappears into the walk-in closet, leaving you wrapped in the warmth of the blankets. you hear the sound of drawers opening, and soon enough, he returns, now dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. in his hand, he holds one of his oversized t-shirts and your underwear, one you often borrow, the soft fabric worn from use.

he sits down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. his eyes rake over your figure, still partially hidden under the covers, and a small, fond smile tugs at his lips. “sit up for me,” he instructs, his tone gentle but firm. “i want to dress you, doll.”

you snort softly, amused by his insistence, but you push yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed, the covers pooling around your waist. “you’re really serious about this, huh?” you tease, your voice light as you watch him hold the underwear, waiting for you to slip into it. “playing dress-up with me now?”

geto’s smile widens at your playful comment, his eyes glimmering with fond amusement. he steps closer to you, his body now mere inches from yours.

“i’m always serious when it comes to you,” he responds, his voice low and gruff, as he reaches out to help you step into your underwear. “and especially with making sure you’re comfortable, doll.” his hands ghost over your thighs as he guides the fabric up your legs, his touch both gentle and possessive. he smooths it against your skin once it’s in place, making sure it’s sitting just right.

he moves back slightly, his eyes locking on your face as he holds up the oversized t-shirt. the shirt is soft and well-worn, the fabric slightly faded from numerous washes. you've worn it several times before, and it's become your favorite thing to lounge around in.

“raise your arms for me,” he instructs, his voice still low and rough. “i want to put this on you.”

you comply without hesitation, lifting your arms with a soft, content smile playing on your lips. there’s something comforting about the way he cares for you, even in these small gestures.

he slips the shirt over your head, his fingers gently guiding your arms through the sleeves. once the fabric settles onto your frame, he takes a moment to admire you.

the oversized shirt swallows your form, the fabric just slightly too large for you, and it hits you a few inches above the knees. despite that, you look adorable and deliciously vulnerable in it. geto’s eyes roam over your body, a possessive gleam in them as he takes in the sight of you wearing his shirt, his favorite shirt.

he moves closer to you again, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. he pulls you close, your bodies now flush against each other. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin as he speaks. “you look perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “so small and deliciously vulnerable in my clothes.”

you roll your eyes, though a smirk tugs at your lips as you feel his breath against your neck. “you’ve spent too much time with satoru,” you tease, your voice soft but teasing. “you’re starting to sound like a pervert just like him.”

without waiting for a response, you grab his hand, pulling him gently as you lay back against the bed. the silent invitation is clear, and geto chuckles lowly, the sound vibrating against your skin before he pulls back to meet your gaze.

his eyes darken at the invitation, his lips curving into a sly, possessive smile. he kneels on the bed, crawling up to hover over you. the mattress dips beneath his weight as he closes the gap between you, his body now pressing against yours. “don’t lump me in with that idiot,” he mutters, his voice still low and rough. “i’m not perverted, doll. just observant, especially when it comes to you.”

you roll your eyes at his words, a playful smirk on your lips. “you definitely sound like satoru right now,” you say, teasing him as your hand comes up to gently flick his forehead. his brow furrows for a moment, more in mock offense than anything else, but you know he enjoys the playful banter.

“stop being horny,” you add with a soft chuckle, your voice laced with affection. “just lay beside me already.”

he lets out a low, amused huff as you flick his forehead, his eyes narrowing playfully as he glares down at you. “i told you i’m not like him,” he says, a hint of mock annoyance in his voice. “but i can’t deny i’m always horny for you.”

he gives a low chuckle at your final command, his weight shifting as he moves to the side, lying next to you on the bed. his body presses against yours, one strong arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

you just hum softly as an answer before you pull the blanket over both of you, cocooning yourselves in warmth as you shift onto your side. your cheek rests against his bare chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you. your arm slides around his waist, pulling him closer as his own arm tightens protectively around you.

geto reaches over to the nightstand and flicks off the light, plunging the room into darkness. with only the faint moonlight filtering in from the window, the atmosphere becomes more intimate, peaceful. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the steady comfort of his presence soothing you as you nuzzle closer.

geto lets out a content sigh as you cling to him, your head resting on his chest and your arm wrapped around his waist. he pulls the blanket higher, making sure both of you are snugly enveloped in its soft warmth.

he runs his hand over your back, his touch both soothing and possessive as he caresses your skin. his other hand cups the back of your head, holding you against him as he tucks your head under his chin. “you’re so clingy after sex,” he murmurs, his voice still gruff but now tinged with amusement.

you raise your eyebrows, though you don’t lift your head from his chest. “oh, i could pull away now if you can’t stop complaining,” you say, your voice teasing but with a slight edge. your fingers absentmindedly trace circles on his waist as you speak, your tone light yet challenging.

geto chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath your cheek. “don’t even think about it,” he mutters, pulling you tighter against him. his hand continues to run soothingly over your back, and the grip on your head remains firm but gentle. “you’re staying right here, right where i want you, where i can hold you.”

you smile against his skin, satisfied with his response as you settle further into him, feeling completely content in his embrace. “thought so,” you murmur. “smartass,” he mutters, his hand trailing upwards from your back to thread through your hair. he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger, his touch delicate and almost absentminded. “you know i’d never let you go even if you tried to pull away.”

you hum softly, the sound low and content as you close your eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion slowly pulling you under. “lucky for you, i’m not going anywhere for the next eight to ten hours,” you mumble, your voice already growing faint with drowsiness. “because i’m about to be out like a light.”

geto lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, his fingers still playing with your hair as your heavy eyelids flutter shut. he can feel you growing sleepy against him, your body warm and soft and relaxed.

“good,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “you need to rest, doll. i wore you out tonight.”

you smile softly at his teasing, opening your eyes just enough to meet his gaze before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his cheek. the warmth of the moment fills you with comfort as you nestle back down against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you further into relaxation.

“good night, baby,” you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur. “love you.” as you close your eyes once more, you feel his fingers continue to weave through your hair, his presence a calming weight beside you.

geto’s chest warms at your soft, sleepy words and affectionate gesture. he can’t help but feel a sense of contentment and protectiveness as he holds you close, his fingers gently caressing your hair.

“good night, doll,” he replies, his voice a deep, soothing rumble. “love you too.”

he watches over you as you slowly drift off to sleep, feeling his heartbeat syncing with your slow, even breaths. he continues to gently run his fingers through your hair, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 7 months ago

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Imagine refusing to wear a boiler suit while travelling with Law…

Part 1 | Part 2

“Absolutely not.” You said while scowling at the jumpsuits that were expected to be worn by the Heart Pirates. Bepo had offered an orange one but you made a face and pushed it away assuring the bear that while he looked great in it, you wouldn’t.

“I’m a Straw Hat. I’d rather drown in the sea before wearing a uniform.”

Law had been leaning against the rails while watching the scenario play out. The Polar Tang was still docked as the crew restocked supplies. You had been helping load some crates when the matter of dress code came into the mix and you absolutely refused to entertain the thought.

“It’s mandatory.” Law stated. It was a simple request that he expected for his crew - wear appropriate gear while aboard the submarine. “While you’re staying with us, you’ll follow the rules just like any other member.”

Crossing your arms, you threw him a scathing glare as if silently challenging the man. You took a step forward and pressed a finger into the tattooed skin of his chest. You were so furious that you missed the way he jumped at the touch.

“I’ll follow every command while I’m confined to this vessel. But if you want me wearing something that hideous, you’re going to have to undress me yourself.”

Bepo squeaked in surprise at the directness. Shachi and Penguin lowered their heads to conceal their smiles while most of the crew were bustling on the dock.

The expression that fell over Law’s face was priceless, amusing anyone who was in vicinity at the time. His mind betrayed every controlled thought as a great many images flashed before his eyes - of him peeling back each layer of clothing until you stood nak- stop yourself! Law willed almost having to bite his own tongue to bring himself back.

Out of the Straw Hats, you and Robin troubled him the least. But between you and Robin, you made him stumble the most and he never knew why.

When the man recollected himself, you were still standing before him, arms crossed. Still daring him to make you wear the uniform.

Law couldn’t find a way to respond that wouldn’t prompt another retort from you so he stepped back, turned on his heel and exited the conversation entirely.

“Do what you want.” He said and then disappeared into the ship.

Bepo lowered his paws, eyes wide. “He didn’t shout or punish you.” He realised and looked to Shachi and Penguin who were also quite bewildered.

You huffed. “Good. His grip around here is like a damn vice.”

Ikkaku walked by with a barrel and smiled at you. “He’s had to be otherwise we’d be sunk by now.”

Unfolding your arms, you forced all the tension away. Well, as best you could. You looked out onto the open seas and missed your home aboard the Thousand Sunny.

“He seems like he overreacts.” You muttered. Almost instantly the crew around you belted out in laughter clearly familiar with their captains dramatic ways.

Part 1 | Part 2

~ More imagines here ~ (for more One Piece)

A/n: I’m finally up to Law and Kid in the Sabaody Arc! Let’s go!

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motherearthlovesus · 15 days ago

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theo nott goes down on you in public

warnings: 18+ smut, fingering, exhibitionism, praise, oral sex, mouth covering

word count: 900

summary: theo takes you to see a horror movie, but he decides the girl sitting next to him is far more interesting - based on this request

no one goes to see a horror movie at 10am on a monday, thats why you're there. the theater is nearly deserted, only two lone people near the front, lost in the glow of the screen. you’re tucked into the second last row at the back, perfectly shrouded by the dark.

“comfortable?” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple, his breath warm against your skin. the movie plays on, muted in your mind, drowned out by the frantic thrum of your pulse.

the screen flickers over theo's sharp features, accentuating the shadows and contours of his face. on-screen, the hollywood actress stumbles down a dim hallway, her breath ragged as the sound of footsteps grows closer. a loud bang makes her scream as the music crescendos in warning. you barely flinch, not wanting to give theo the satisfaction of that trope.

theo’s hand lingers just above your knee, his thumb tracing lazy circles. his lips brush your ear, voice low and taunting. “i wonder what you’d look like like that.”

you tilt your head toward him, brow raised. "like what?"

he smirks. "panting. trembling. completely at my mercy."

you can't help but squeeze your legs together at the thought, something which doesn't go unnoticed by theo. theo’s sharp gaze flickers down to your skirt, which has ridden up your thighs from the pressure of your legs pressed tightly together. a knowing smirk curls at the corners of his mouth. he pretends not to notice, but the glint in his eyes tells you everything - he’s planning something.

theo wedges his hand between your tightly pressed thighs, prying them apart with a firm, deliberate touch. his fingers splay possessively, holding your legs open.

“this movie’s boring," he murmurs, his tone low and teasing. "i’ve got a much prettier girl right next to me... and I’d much rather watch her squirm” with a wink he continues to trail his hand up and down your inner thigh.

"here?" a surge of arousal pulses through you but your heart beat s still racing at the thought of being caught

theo chuckles softly, his gaze locked onto yours. "why not?"

you glance nervously at the two figures in front, then back at him, your heart racing. “what if someone sees?”

“then they'll get their moneys worth from this shitty movie” he replies, placing one leg on each seat in front of you. with a quick flick of his fingers, he pulls your underwear to the side, and you gasp suddenly at the air grazing past your core. you want to care that you might get caught, but you can’t bring yourself to, not when you’re craving theo’s fingers this hard. theo kneels before your chair in between your legs. he leans in, his mouth closing over you with a slow, teasing pressure.

“mmm,” he murmurs against you, the sound vibrating through your core, making you moan softly. you bite your lip, trying to stifle any sounds that threaten to escape. his fingers explore your wetness, curling inside you while his mouth continues to suckle and tease. over theo's head you can see a couple fucking on-screen, completely unaware of the killer lurking just beyond the door. the combination of sensations makes your head spin, your body arching toward him instinctively. you can feel every flick of his tongue, every gentle thrust of his fingers sending shockwaves through your body.

as if sensing your need for more, theo uses his free hand to lift your top, exposing your breasts. as he lifts his head from between your legs to focus on your nipples, you let out a quiet, disappointed groan. you feel him smirk against you as his tongue swirls around a nipple before he begins to gently suck and bite; his other fingers continue to pump in and out of you, curling to hit that sweet spot with every thrust.

“god, theo,” you breathe, your voice barely a whisper as you feel the pressure building inside you. he responds with a low growl, "i told you to be quiet" and stops playing with your nipples to cover your mouth.

you moan into his hand as his fingers continue their relentless pace, pumping deep inside you with a perfect rhythm as his thumb deftly finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles. he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, making sure his hand stays firmly over your mouth.

"never forget, principessa, I can make you fall apart anytime, anywhere."

and with those words, pleasure coils tightly within you. you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations as you finally let go, waves of ecstasy crashing over you, your body shaking as you come hard around his fingers.

“good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, the praise igniting another wave of heat deep within you. you can feel your walls fluttering around his fingers as he slowly helps you ride out your orgasm.

you manage to sit through the rest of the movie, but it’s nearly impossible to concentrate. the film's tension-filled scenes play out in front of you, but your gaze drifts to theo, who appears perfectly composed, an impish smile playing at the corners of his lips. your mind races with thoughts of how to repay theo for what he’s done. specifically, while he's driving the car on the way home.

reblogs are feedback are super appreciated

idk how to feel about this!! but omg did i just set myself up for a part two?!

thank you so so much to @slytherin-princess-x for the amazing idea, this was so fun to write! <3

dividers from: cafekitsune

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withleeknow · 2 months ago

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lifeline.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda?, slice of life?; unedited don't look at me lol word count: 0.7k listen to 🎧: lifeline - the rose note: weeeee it's been a good few months since i last wrote a plotless baby drabble so i might be rusty. in my head this is a companion piece to happy place :) wrote this v randomly bc i was in a mood lol

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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There’s a touch that Minho is familiar with, one that makes him drop whatever it is that he could be doing just to be there for you.

When your fingers dance across the back of his hand until you reach his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it so you could feel his pulse under your fingertips, he knows to take you into his arms and keep you there until you’re ready to let go.

It’s at the crack of dawn when you’ve just woken up from a bad dream, or in the middle of the dark, dark night when you’re plagued with bouts of uncertainty and your chest feels too heavy to fall asleep. Your hand tentatively traces over his pulse point, and Minho brings you closer, your legs tangled together in the sheets, his lips pressed against your forehead and his voice humming the melody of your favorite song.

It’s on the couch on a stormy evening, the room filled with the neverending patter of rain against the window, loud enough to drown out the trio of cats snoring in the background. You aren’t entirely there, your head is somewhere far away but you still absentmindedly reach for him, your thumb on the underside of his wrist. Minho lets you count the beats for a minute or so, before he pulls you into his lap, no questions asked. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck as he cards his fingers through your hair, gentle against your scalp, soothing when they rub the back of your neck.

It’s right before you both leave for a week-long trip with friends, when he’s hauling your suitcases to the front door but you tug him back by his wrist, and Minho knows that the airport can wait a few more minutes. He’s wrapping you up in his arms in an instance while yours wound around his neck, holding him flush against you as you breathe in his scent, your favorite in the whole wide world.

And it’s even when he’s putting groceries away that you come up to him from behind to hug him close. He rests his hands over yours where your fingers are securely fastened around his middle like a seatbelt, and you instantly untangle them in search of that familiar destination again. You press your forehead against the defined muscles in his back as you feel his pulse, beating steadily right under your thumb. A couple of minutes, it’s your little routine.

When Minho twists his body around in your hold to look at you, he scans your face for traces of discomfort, for any sign that you need him to ground you.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” you say with zero regard for the potatoes and onions that have been abandoned to roll around on the kitchen counter.

Then you’re guiding him down by the neck, a sense of urgency in your movement when you press your lips to his. He kisses you back just as eagerly, not wasting a single second as his hands find their rightful place on your waist.

You kiss him until you’re both breathless, until your cheeks are tinted with the rosiest shade of pink. When he opens his eyes, Minho finds you already looking up at him like you’re wonderstruck, your gaze doused in so much love that it proceeds to knock some more air out of his lungs.

“What was that for?” he manages to ask.

“Just… thank you.” You smile softly, nudging your nose against his before you press another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth for good measure. You’ve got more to say, he can tell.

The thing is, you two aren’t overly vocal about your affection for one another. He doesn’t have to tell you he loves you every hour of every day, and you don’t write him love letters like this is some kind of sappy romance novel.

What you lack in words, you make up for with actions, with an understanding that transcends the kind of love people often dream about. Whenever you search for him in your darkest moments, reaching for him and feeling his heartbeat against your fingertips like that is simply enough light to anchor you, to bring you back home, Minho knows that he’s your lifeline in every way that you are his.

And when you speak again after a brief moment, your voice gentle yet firm, he knows that it isn’t an exaggeration. He knows you mean it.

“I think you saved my life.”

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aurorawritestoescape · 2 months ago

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STEAM || Javier Peña x f!reader || 1,3k

Summary: you take a shower with Javi

Tw: 18+, mdni, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie

A/n: huge thank you to @callachloe for sending this ask and inspiring me to write this🩷 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

MASTERLIST || same couple - gif blurb || shaving Javi

You can’t believe that the wait is over. His hands all over you are drawing needy whimpers out of your open mouth, his eager lips sliding along your neck, his hard cock thumping between your wet heated bodies.

Javi led you to the shower as soon as you arrived at your place from the office. As always in separate cars. Now bathing in the steamy air, he’s kissing you with passion, your body caged by his tall frame against the shower wall. The water is hitting his back, warm rivulets flowing down his broad torso. His body against yours feels so good, you might as well be in heaven or under a waterfall in a tropical paradise and not in your tiny bathroom on the outskirts of the city.

Javi’s hands are roaming your sides, back, squeezing your asscheeks, kneading your slippery breasts. You feel him everywhere and melt under his scorching touch. Your needy whimpers and his low growls merge into a symphony of lust and pleasure, reverberating through the room. Being on the edge from teasing you all day, unable to act on his desires, bound by your shared secret, Javi finally has you to himself, and his every movement is charged with a need to satiate his hunger.

He grabs his cock and pushes the tip between your pussy lips, making you gasp when the fat head bumps into your clit, that is buzzing with arousal, ready to send your nerves ablaze from the lightest stimulation.

“Wanted you so fucking bad—been driving me crazy— naughty girl.”

You choke on another moan and mumble, through heavy breathing.

“Me? You’ve been taunting me all day.”

He pulls away from you to let his dark eyes slide up and down your naked body. You seize this moment to take him in as well- his handsome face, his toned shoulders and chest, his golden skin, glistening with water droplets. You can’t help but let your gaze follow the path of his damp happy trail that leads to his gorgeous hard cock. Just like whiskey that you love licking off Javi’s lips, the sight of his beauty intoxicates you, makes you bolder than you really are.

“You’ve been so cruel to me, Javi,” you tut with a playful smile.

This immediately feels like a mistake when the man replies to your fake scolding with a smirk. The punishment comes fast. Javi pinches your hard nipple, and a pathetic moan crawls up your throat when he twitches it between the pads of his fingers. A hot lightning of arousal shoots through your body and your knees almost buckle. Javi hastily presses his hips against yours, keeping you steady and cups your pussy with his free hand.

“Javiiii,” you whine when his thumb starts stroking your clit, his digits not leaving your stiff nipple. He leans closer to you and as his hot breath fans your lips, he whispers,

“Remind me who wanted to keep us a secret, baby? Believe me I’d rather show everyone who this pussy belongs to.”

He claims his possession by inserting two fingers into your sopping hole and starts fingering you, not letting go of your tit.

“Hate the way some of them look at you. Like they have a chance.”

He curls his digits inside you, immediately finding your g-spot. You’re trying to stay upright, your hands gripping Javi’s broad shoulders while his fingers are fucking into you relentlessly, pushing you higher towards your peak.

“Do they have a chance, beautiful?”

Drowning in pleasure, you shake your head, mumbling ‘no’s in a trembling voice.

His lips brush against your whimpering mouth, and he gruffs,

“That’s right, baby. So how about I fuck you tomorrow in my office so everyone could hear that you’re mine?”

The image appearing in your mind makes your pussy clamp around his moving fingers.

“No, Javi— no—I can’t—we shouldn’t.”

You’re barely able to protest, so far gone in the pleasure. Javi lets go of your nipple and his hand slithers down to grab your ass. He tilts your hips to make your orgasm unforgettable before you feel his lips move against your cheek.

“That’s what you said the night I kissed your pretty pussy for the first time. Maybe I shouldn’t listen to you.”

The memory of that night overflows the glass of your pleasure and you come with your loud moan ringing in the bathroom, until Javi shuts you down with a passionate kiss.

Your core is still pulsating when he lifts your trembling body and throws your arms and legs around him. You’re trying to hold on but your limbs possess no strength. He fucked it out of you with his fingers, his mouth, his lustful glances.

He manhandles you into the position he wants and with his hands under your ass he practically seats you down on his throbbing cock.

His half grunt-half moan vibrates against your lips and you echo him with your sweet noises. Your pussy’s fluttering around his manhood, welcoming it.

“Ohh, baby. So tight and wet. Fuck.“

You moan the name of your lover, filled with his cock to the limit, and tilt your head back in ecstasy when he starts moving you up and down his member.

Your back is sliding easily against the wet tiles and with your hand gripping his strong shoulder, you brace the other one against the glass door. It’s not to keep yourself steady, you know he’ll never drop you, but to ground yourself, let the cold wet surface wake you up from your fucked out state. You need to feel Javi sharper, memorize every tiny sensation he’s giving you.

“Yes-yes- yes-,” you chant while he’s thrusting up into you. Soon you get overwhelmed with emotions and tears of pleasure well up in your eyes.

“Javi,” you plead not sure what for.

“Yes, baby, I’m here. You’re taking me so good, my good girl.”

Javi’s close, judging by his strained voice. His grunts are getting louder, in rhythm with him bouncing you on his cock. Your tits are jiggling and he catches your nipple with his mouth, wraps his lips around it and sucks. Your hand flies to his head and you run your fingers through his wet silky hair.

A few thrusts and he presses you hard against the wall, painting your velvet walls white with his hot cum. The pulsations inside you light up your nerves and you explode in unison with Javi, on his cock, hugging him as hard as you can.

Your bodies vibrate with euphoria against each other and your pussy contracts around his stiffness again and again, taking everything he’s giving you, milking him to the last drop.

Gradually you descend back into reality. Javi’s holding you in his arms, while his cock is slowly softening inside you. Your lips gravitate to his, your bodies glued to each other as if you forgot how to be apart.

After a few moments Javi breaks your slow kissing and gently lowers you to your feet. His hands slide up your sides, your shoulders and then wrap around your neck. He’s brushing your jaw with his thumbs and tilts your head to face him.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, mi amor. We have a long night ahead of us.”

You look up at him, mouth agape after hearing what he called you, and Javi smiles and leans down to plant a soft kiss to your lips. Yes, you’re definitely in heaven.

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luvjunie · 1 year ago

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— trust who?

pairing: e-42!miles x 1610!fem!reader

contains: angst, mentions of death, yandere?miles

summary: you were taken from him a year ago, and now it seems the universe has given him a chance to do things differently— and this time, he’s not letting you go. no matter what. wc: 1,648

a/n: i got a lil carried away w this one won’t lie, lol. i love this song, and i put a little twist on it to match the plot. song lyrics are in small, bold italics

🎧: Not You Too - drake (ft. chris brown)

“trust- trust who? trust me and i can set you free. left your man came straight to me you the real mvp, my love.“

dimmed hues of red lights spotted your vision as you came to, eyelids heavy as they peeled apart to reveal the room you assumed would be the setting of your demise. your head snapped up when you finally regained consciousness completely, fright-riddled eyes darting around to scout out an escape plan. but just as you went to move, you heard chains clink from above as your body swayed, and realized you couldn’t. you looked down to find your legs bound by rope, as well as your hands, as well as the rest of your body to a firm, stuffed sack.

feet dangling from the ground, you let your head fall back against the punching bag, defeated, and settled for your only remaining option. “help!” you yelled, voice rasped and weak. “help!” you tried again.

“don’t bother, can’t hear a thing down here.”

an artificial, robotic voice sounded from above, warranting your eyes to meet a masked man who resided on a high beam, crouched in place, watching you. how long had he been there?

he jumped down, catching himself and effortlessly hanging from one arm before his sneakers met the steel floor. they were untied, you noticed.

fear permeated your entire being as he strolled over to you, a semblance of uneasiness coursing through your veins, pumping into your blood and rendering your spine straight as the ominous figure stopped just in front of you.

“ple—please, i don’t know why i’m here,” the words tumbled out in a broken heap of suffocated, stifled sobs as tears welled in your eyes.

“shh, it’s okay,” he shushed you, a hand reaching out to gently pinch your chin, lifting your head back up after it’d fallen. his touch was delicate, like he was scared he’d break you.

“i’m not gonna hurt you, mi vida. i’d never hurt you… you know that.” the voice distorter cut out, your breath catching in your throat and your eyes fluttering over every inch of this strange mask. it reminded you of a ventilation mask you’d seen in miles’ room once, a mask used to protect your lungs from the fumes of spray paint.

as if your mind were working against you, you found yourself… calmer than you were just a few seconds ago, and even more confused. why did the voice sound so familiar?

something wasn’t right.

“who— who are you?” you gulped.

“you don’t remember me?” the shield over his face pulled back, the quiet sound of mechanical whirring as it revealed his face drowned out by the heavy thrumming of your heart in your ear drums.

here stood your boyfriend in front of you, the same features, but… different. his entire demeanor had shifted since you had last seen him just prior to whatever time it was now, to something sinister. his hair was longer, pulled back and braided. an accent, almost resemblant of his mother’s lingered on the tip of his tongue, dripping within the words he spoke. his face was harder, etched and carved like the weight of the world had chipped at it piece by piece, only to settle on his shoulders, leaving him with no time for himself.

this couldn’t be right.

“miles?” you choked out, mouth gaping to find your voice. “w-why… what am I—you’re, you… but different? what is this? where am i?”

a puff of air shot through his nostrils, his best effort at a laugh as a small, smile lifted the corner of his lips, braids gliding over his shoulders when his head tilted to the side.

“you came back to me, mi amor. and god…you’re even more beautiful than i remembered.” he breathed, eyes flickering with sorrow for just a moment as they studied your face, a moment that was almost too brief for you to catch.

when he’d encountered you and his counterpart on the roof with his uncle, he swore his prayers had been answered. somehow, someway you’d been brought back to him— the pain of witnessing the bullet that pierced through your chest that fateful night just a year ago drifted from his mind, and replaced itself with the all consuming, peaceful, sleeping image of you the minute he’d picked you up and cradled you in his arms. it pained him to inject you with the needle to sedate you, but he had no other choice, he could never truly hurt you. no, he would never do that.

“i missed you so much.”

“first time in a long time hurtin' deeply inside”

the hand sporting his mechanical gauntlet lifted towards you, fingers bending so the claws wouldn’t scrape your skin as he let the cold metal brush against the swell of your cheek. the sound of the steel joints ticking made you flinch, chest stuttering for breaths you couldn’t keep within your overworked lungs as you turned away from him.

you looked at him with so much fear in your eyes, when all he’s ever wanted to do was keep you safe, to protect you, to make you feel comforted and secure. and he failed at that before, he knows that, but he’s ready this time. he’d been given a second chance, and he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers again.

“it’s me, hermosa… it’s okay, you know me. just trust me, and i can set you free, and then we can be together. just like old times.” his brows furrowed, his tone one of sincerity as he assured you, but it did nothing for your racing heart.

“trust—“ you sputtered, voice wavering when you spoke. “trust who? you? how can i when you have me tied up like this?!” you balked, your bewilderment such a stark contrast from his bleak, seemingly unmoving disposition.

“yeah… i’m real sorry ‘bout that. uncle aaron made me, so i tried not to make ‘em too tight. you know something like this would never, ever be my idea.”

you shook your head, was this some kind of sick joke? why wasn’t he understanding a single word that was coming from your mouth?

you grew frustrated, time was not on your side, and honestly you were getting tired of this game.

“i don’t know anything about you, i don’t even know who you are. you might have his face, and—and his body,” you looked him up and down. “but you… you are not my miles.”

he felt a pang in his chest, the words you uttered, the way you said ‘my miles’, as if he wasn’t right here, as if he wasn’t right in front of you. the version of himself he’d buried in the ground with you just last year wanted to jump out and yell at you, plead with you, anything to make you see he could be just like your miles, because he was your miles.

“oh,” he pulled the skin of his cheek between his teeth as he turned away with an agitated nod, extending his arm out to point towards your miles, who was still unconscious, chin dropped to his chest as he hung from another punching bag.

“him?” his voice raised in volume and broke apart with desperation, a humorless chuckle unintentionally escaping his trembling lips. “what’s the difference? huh? tell me.” he demanded, nostrils flaring as he tried to maintain his composure, staring deep into the eyes of the girl who would’ve burned the whole world down with him if he asked. the girl who was in his grasp, right in this moment, yet still so far from his reach— reserved for the one who had everything that belonged to him.

your head whipped to where he pointed, and the moment your eyes landed on your boyfriend your blood ran cold, a pained gasp rippling your chest. “miles! oh god, please!” you called out for him as you struggled against your restraints, his counterpart interrupting you by blocking your line of your view with his body.

“cálmate,” he hummed, “he’s fine, just unconscious. i’m not cruel. is that how you remember me, mamí?” he questioned, voice bleeding with hurt.

your gaze drifted over to your miles again, hope swelling within you when you heard him groan.

“no, no, princesa. don’t look at him, look at me.” he urged.

he didn’t understand. you always used to say you would love him in every universe, that you’d find him in every lifetime, what happened to that?

“please, we need to get home, if we don’t… he won’t be able to save his father, he—he’ll die. you have to understand.” you pleaded, the tears finally bubbling over your waterline, streamlining down your cheeks.

“you are home! it’s me, mi amor, i’m right here. what about everything we went through?” he asked tenderly, voice full of hurt and eyes still soaking in the slight difference in your features. he was too distracted by the fact that the girl he thought he’d never see again, was right here in front of him to even try and comprehend what you were trying to say. “please, don’t cry. you know i hate seeing you cry.”

nothing else seemed to be working, so you settled for empathizing with him. he was still miles, after all, different universe or not, he was still the same person deep down. and from the way he was looking at you, love flowing from the eyes that held so much anguish within them, you knew some version of you had loved him, too. in the same way you loved your own.

“look, i’m sure i-“ you stopped to correct yourself, “she, loved you, but i’m not her. i’m not from here, and i’m sorry she’s gone, and i’m sorry you have to live with this pain, but, please… you have to let me go.” your tone was forbearing, words teetering off into a hushed plea, your lingering apprehension threatening to tear through the seam of your heartfelt spiel.

“let you go?”

you nodded tentatively.

he moved closer to you, to unbound you from this elevated prison, you assumed. because maybe, just maybe you’d managed to get through to him.

but this wasn’t your universe, and this… this was not your miles.

for the first time in your entirety of knowing miles morales, you felt your heart stop— and not in the way that brought a flurry of warmed, passioned butterflies to flutter within you— but in a way that invited his words to settle like ice in your bones, allowed panic and dread to inhabit your senses, clutching you in a selfish grasp of resentment that had no intentions of letting you go— you realized, as this time, his gloveless hand swiped away yet another tear you hadn’t even noticed you’d shed.

“why would i do that?”

“I've given you enough time. hurtin' deeply inside.“

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when you get me alone (it’s so simple)

pairing luke castellan x fem! child of aphrodite! reader

synopsis while luke is known for making people’s heads turn at camp, you finally give them a reason to stare after learning how much everyone seems to want him

warnings implied sexual content, descriptions of a make out session

author’s notes happy valentine’s day everyone!! the voices in my head were louder than usual, so i figured we could all use a sweet treat today!! mwah!! i hope y’all enjoy these headcanons

On a particularly slow day, the Aphrodite, Athena, Apollo, and Hermes kids decide to spend their free time around the lake. In a glimpse, Luke can be seen laughing with Chris. A radiant smile is plastered upon his lips while he takes in the sight of you. In the distance, Annabeth sits with Grover on a towel, letting her toes wiggle into the warm earth. She watches the water intently, making sure none of her siblings are in any imminent danger when the giggles from Apollo kids, Sadie and Caroline, drown out her thoughts.

“Gods, what I’d give to be in his arms right now.” Annabeth’s ears can’t help but pick up on the conversation taking place beside her. “It’s no surprise he’s taken. But you’d think as a Hermes kid, he’d go for someone more like…us.” Sadie sighs.

Grover leans in closer to Annabeth, his interest piquing when she rolls her eyes. He fears that the daughter of Athena is going to give them a piece of her mind when she stands, but Annabeth merely picks up the frisbee that lands near her feet. She throws it back to where it came from and sits back down to hear Caroline encouraging Sadie, “Come on, it’s only a matter of time before you’ll get your chance. The Aphrodite charm has to wear off eventually. I mean, it always does.”

This time, Grover can’t stop her from turning to them. “Look, you don’t know how things seem to work around here, so I’m going to explain something to you.”

“What Annabeth means to say is that-” The satyr attempts to soothe the situation, but she cuts him off amidst her stubbornness.

“Now, I know not all the Aphrodite kids are palatable, but Y/N is easily the sweetest one I’ve ever known. And there’s a real reason as to why Luke is so in love with her. But I guess you’ll never find that reason for yourselves if you continue to act like this at camp.” This effectively humbles Sadie and Caroline, who mumble to each other while they make their exit.

As if on cue, you walk up to Grover and Annabeth. You’re laughing with a Hermes kid that soon leaves to join the game of frisbee, but it dies down when you notice Annabeth’s hardened stare. You place a hand on her shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

Grover stands and hands over your towel while insisting it’s nothing. But Annabeth cuts Grover off again to explain, “Sadie and Caroline were saying things about you…and Luke.” You understand what she’s trying to imply and give her a squeeze.

It was no secret that Luke was well admired among his peers. Most of the time, it isn’t even an issue, but there were campers who thought they could change the course of your relationship every now and then.

Sadie and Caroline easily fall under that category, seeing as they completely ignored your existence when Luke decided to take you with him during their initial tour around camp…then there was the time Caroline pretended to lose her way at camp as an excuse to get Luke away from you and alone with her. And just two weeks ago, Sadie feigned hopelessness during a sword skills session. As the instructor, it was Luke’s job to adjust her form. However, it was glaringly obvious the Apollo girl had an ulterior motive, especially when she threw a snarky smile in your direction when she thought you weren’t looking.

“Oh…You don’t have to worry about that, Annie. I can handle myself just fine.” You reassure Annabeth to the best of your ability. She nods and stands to settle herself into your side.

In your peripheral vision, Luke is jogging over to you with his shirt in hand. You don’t miss the way Sadie and Caroline ogle at the thin layer of sheen coating his flexing muscles and the lines running down Luke’s back that aren’t actually sparring scars, despite what you tell the curious kids that help him out in the infirmary. You smile when he pats Annabeth’s arm and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, is it time to head back already?” He asks, putting his shirt on as Annabeth checks her watch.

She huffs, “Unfortunately. We should get going if we don’t want to be late. I still have to grab my dagger.”

It’s a comfortable walk back, and when you reach the Athena cabin, Annabeth bids you two goodbye and runs inside. Luke’s hand is loosely intertwined with yours as you lead him to the Aphrodite cabin. He raises his eyebrows, asking, “Did you need something from your cabin? I thought you were working on archery right now.”

You push the door open, sheepishly admitting, “I am, but I was actually thinking of skipping out on lessons today.”

Luke’s tone is suddenly laced with concern, “Are you okay? Did something happen at the lake?” He drops your hand to check you over, but his touch doesn’t stray far from your waist to prevent you from moving away. But the gesture is welcomed and you take a step forward, a shy smile peeking through the corners of your lips.

His worry for you falters, mirroring your love struck expression, “Oh,” Luke pinches your side. You shove his chest with a shriek. “You’re awful.” He tells you, but he’s already got a hand tracing lightly over your cheek.

Your gaze switches from his dark eyes down to his lips, “You love me.” and that’s all it takes for Luke to dip down his head and meet you halfway. Your hands reach down under his shirt, feeling the warmth radiating from his toned torso. You bite down on his lower lip, and you know you’ve sent Luke’s head spinning when he lets out a short whimper. He attempts to deepen the kiss, but you pull away before he gets the chance.

Your eyes flutter open, whispering, “Do you want to skip lessons with me?”

Luke’s lips are lingering above yours when he responds, “Did you even have to ask?” and pulls you onto your bed. He settles his back against the wall and hums in content when you begin to pepper pecks on his jawline.

After a moment, you pretend to move off of him, “I don’t know…you were pretty excited for combat training earlier. Maybe I should just let you go.”

In retaliation, Luke’s blunt nails dig into your waist, “Don’t you dare.”

A warmth flutters through your stomach when you hear the desperation in his voice. Your fingers itch to tangle themselves in Luke’s ravenous curls, lightly pulling so he can look up at you. A deceptively innocent smile paints your lips and you don’t skip a beat to get him back on you.

Heavy breaths. Discarded shirts. Whispered promises. This is how you spend the next hour in between your skipped lessons and the nightly bonfire. It’s nice, but you know it’s your cue to take a step back when the crowd of kids crawling outside the cabin becomes heavily audible.

You’re still on Luke’s lap when you say, “You look so pretty like this.” Your eyes flicker from his own to his kiss swollen lips and rowdy hair. There’s an urge to run your fingers through them, but you settle for lightly tracing over the fresh love bites that are scattered across his neck and collarbone.

Luke smiles dopily while you admire your work, “I think we should skip lessons more often.”

You finally get off of him, throwing his shirt to his chest while you smooth yours out, “Don’t be such a bad influence, you’re a camp counselor.” You can’t help but stare again when the marks heavily peek out near his collar, fading in between the orange fabric.

Luke notices your longing gaze and walks over to you, “You know, you’re not the only one with charm in this relationship. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go, lover boy.” You roll your eyes and take his hand. You stumble on your way out, but Luke is there to catch you. He chuckles and lets his arm rest over your shoulders while you reach up to hook your hand with his. He helps you find your footing until your legs wake up on the way to the amphitheater.

“Wait,” You halt just before you reach the steps. You grab Luke’s necklace, gently pulling him in. You let your hands rest on each side of his marked up neck and he hisses at the feeling of your fingers gently pressing on his sore skin. Luke bites down on your lip in response, savoring the hint of watermelon that seeps through until you pull away, “Just wanted one more.”

You’re satisfied once you see the hint of pink gloss smeared at the corners of his mouth. He takes your hand again, guiding you inside. You spot some of your sisters, greeting them with a wave. They giggle at you two in response, whispering frantically to each other while you find an empty space at the front of the bonfire.

“Hey, is anyone sitting here?” Luke asks Sadie, who happens to be standing to his left alongside Caroline. Chris, who’s sitting a step above them, unashamedly howls with laughter at the sight. He leans forward to clap Luke on the back, catching the attention of Grover, who sighs in embarrassment, and Annabeth, who’s trying her best not to giggle at the sight of a gobsmacked Sadie. She and Caroline shake their heads frantically, broken words bubbling from their throats as they take in Luke’s glossy, blissful smile that he throws at you.

They finally give you the time of day, noticing that the reason for his contentment comes from your own swollen lips. You look back at them with a smile and take your rightful seat next to Luke, who wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer, watching as they go back to their siblings to start tonight’s singalong.

If the fire glows a little greener as Sadie and Caroline lead the singalong, no one comments on it. They all know better than to mess with the insatiable charm you hold on Luke. After all, you are your mother’s daughter.

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