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THE KNIFE COLLECTION
I am so sorry the quality is crap. There is a better-quality, knifeless version under the cut. I apologize profusely.
#margin doodles#hfsw#star wars#KIX'S KNIFE COLLECTION. IN ALL ITS GLORY#he and hunter are knife buddies#for uh. the week that they know each other before order sixty-six. but i mean. they are for that week at least
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@paleobird inquired: Ava is probably just too small to pick up someone as massive as Miranda, but she can at least lift her tail up! She definitely has the strength for it.
Well, there are probably worse places to start than Miranda's tail.
It's not the kind of shape that's easy to pick up â tall but flat, the only good place to hold onto it starts at the bottom and top, and while it's easy enough to wrap the hand around the plane of it, it also has no other features or divots for a long while to provide grip. The weight of it, all muscle and scale and dense bone, would have to sit against the meat of the palm or dig into the joints of the finger, but it's also all pushing down on only that part of the hand. This makes it harder to deal with than if all of that weight was spread out, each part of the hand able to take a portion, instead of all bracing down against the nerves of the palm and pinching them without anywhere else to distribute said weight besides the edge.
A choice, likewise, has to be made in how to hold it. Both hands on the underside means that the top portion is likely to block the view, and that makes it easier to tip over, out of the hands and out of the precarious grip anyone would be forced to have upon it. One hand on the underside and the top makes it easier, if more awkward, and with less of a risk of obstructing the view, but that makes it easier to slip out the other way, and that also directly presses the keel of Miranda's tail against the chest.
The keel, which juts out too far up to be reached by the hand, but at too shallow of an angle to hold onto at all without the hand slipping, and has a pointed ridge along the furthest side of it. The point of it was to make it easier to move the tail from side to side, providing a point so that the paddle itself isn't too energy-costly to move, like the ridge on the side of shark's tails. Which was a fine thing underwater, but it works just as well on flesh as it does the sea, and there's no good way to hold it without the keel jabbing awkwardly into the body, like the end of the tail too.
None of this is sized very well to be held, really. Miranda's tail alone would be the height of someone else's distance to their hips from the ground, and it's just enough to make it impossible to swing an arm around without losing grip regardless. A larger size means more weight too, and without any organs to take up space, all there is is the denser, heavier materials of Miranda's body, all tucked up into one.
Her spine isn't helping either. Miranda's tail is a significant portion of the length of her body, and it's deceptively rigid for what it is, making bending or curving or working with it harder than it looks. It can also only bend to the sides, and with Miranda laying there, looking up at Ava with an expression that, at kindest, would be described as "pitying," it's a bit like picking up a metal door attached long-ways to a boulder.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Miranda asks, one hand crooked under her chin as she just stares at Ava, watching with half-lidded eyes. There's nothing more to say, really.
#Glory and Gore || IC#Dreaded rumors || Asks#paleobird#(( can you tell ive been forced to carry too many wooden planks and slats and have gotten bitter about it#(( it SUCKS theres NO good way to carry them#(( you just have to deal with them crushing your palm and hope you dont smack anything on the way there#(( really the only good way to do it is the cartoon window pane guys method#(( where you have two people that can both take an end#(( but uh#(( miranda doesnt have an end#(( theres just a whole ass body there and she has teeth#(( and thats for things that objectively arent even all that heavy. its just the shape thats doing this.#(( i have opinions about carrying things
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shayne wakes up as if it's any other day. again and again and again.
#shaymien#smosh fic#rpf#shipping#fic#katie writes#uh. ya know. here you go.#all 41 pages released onto the world in all of its glory.#ive read it over a few times but its unbeta'd so it probably has some lil mistakes pls forgive me and ignore them xx#shayne#damien#rwylm#fic*
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anyway if i was misty just saying i'd leave the group train on my own rejoin and watch ash's progress and pay attention to his fighting styles again and challenge him until i won and then i'd slit his throat i'm sorry
#right so this has nothing to do with this poll but uh i saw misty and hard time and acted reflexively and now i have to talk about this#there is a reason why i have a visceral reaction here so let me explain#When i was a little girl watching pokemon ash had really started to get on my nerves#i didn't like his attitude.#i mean like he was arrogant wasn't he? he was.#i rmr getting increasingly annoyed bc he never loses and that just felt unnatural right but also like does he earn this?#does he really? or does he just scream about how cool he is and have tantrums#i just had my doubts about this kid#i really wanted to see him lose tbh#not even bc i hated him but bc like it was time#i felt this very strongly as a little 9 year old or something idr#like i was basically just watching the show for misty and brock at some point cos ash was really trying me by then right#anyway just as my irritation with him was coming to a peak i tune in one day and its the old one where the gym leaders are misty's sisters#and i was like YAAAAY MISTY#and she has sisters! and they're all gym leaders! how cool but scary right older sisters are not easy#but damn misty is finally gonna come into her own now#a moment of glory for misty here and it's in her home town! the significance! the meaning!#proving herself to her fam!#and she was gonna win against ash ya know making a more dynamic relationship between them and keeping the group interesting! what fun#and what a big moment right!#wrong#bc guess who gets the badge at the end#at her own family's gym. her home town. and her friend got the badge.#imagine the humiliation.#and like why though? misty is also really good at this she has the same experience as ash and it's HER HOME TURF#wouldn't it make SENSE that this battle would go her way?? using water pokemon her speciality? no? oh ok#that's cool i get it show#ash is god right? fuck the rest of us#i. fucking. hated it so much i never watched pokemon again#true story
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Pairings: PornStar!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Themes: Sexual Innuendo/humour,Guy next door, situational comedy? If you're not up for a few second-hand embarrassment sit this one out lol. Summary: Your coworker peer pressured you to look up SergeantBarnes in Pornhub, reason? Because apparently you're missing out. A/N: This would make a good mini series. . .but we'll see. I had a dream. . .that he was a guy next door, just wanted to-of course-add a twist to it asdfghjkl.
It was all Amyâs fault. And Trishâs. And okay, maybe you shared a little bit of the blame for caving to the intense peer pressure at work. But still.
Youâd been minding your own business in the break room, scrolling through lunch menus, when Amy had sidled up, leaned in with that conspiratorial look on her face, and whispered, âHave you seen him yet?â
âSeen who?â your eyebrows creased as you asked, confused.
Trish popped up out of nowhere, clutching her latte in her hand. âGirl, SeargentBarnes. The guy is legendaryâI mean, a literal internet icon.â
You shrugged, feigning indifference while they exchanged a look that practically screamed, amateur. They started talking all at once, dropping cryptic phrases like âtoo hot to handle,â âyouâre gonna die,â and, âyouâll never look at men the same way again.â
So there you were that night, alone with your laptop, curled up in bed and biting your lip as you debated whether to type it in. Itâs just curiosity, you reasoned. Research purposes.
Your eyes widened as the screen filled with⊠well, humanity, in all its naked, unfiltered glory. Your face heated up so fast you couldâve sworn it was the same shade as your throw pillow. Videos lined up like some weird buffet, titles more scandalous than anything youâd ever whispered in confession, and⊠was that a whole category devoted to delivery men? You slapped a hand over your mouth to stop from yelping, mortified at the intensity of it all.Â
âI need to go to church after this,â you muttered, squinting like that would somehow censor the thorough dedication people were showing in their, uh, procreation endeavors.
âSergeantBarnes,â you muttered to yourself as you typed, fingers hovering uncertainly over the Enter key. Then, with a sigh, you hit search, and⊠oh.
You nearly choked on oxygen. Because there he was, in HD glory, right on Pornhub, with that cocky grin and those blue eyes that looked like theyâd been crafted in a lab. And he wasnât just standing there looking smugâoh, no, he was on a mission, shirtless, flexing, and smirking at the camera like he was the worldâs best-kept secret. The scene panned to him sitting on the edge of a bed, peeling off his belt with one hand, a glint in his eyes that seemed to say, this is what you came for.
âOh my god,â you muttered, equal parts horrified and morbidly fascinated, as he proceeded to⊠well, get very familiar with his costar. SergeantBarnes was apparently an expert at multitasking, using every muscle, every inch of his well-equipped arsenal. And the way he was delivering lines? He was clearly treating the camera like it was his soulmate.
By minute two, your jaw had dropped. By minute five, youâd set the laptop on your nightstand to âwatch responsibly.â By minute ten, you were convinced Amy and Trish had permanently ruined your life.
And the costarâshe was practically putting on an Oscar-worthy performance, her reactions so intense you half expected her to start speaking in tongues. Every time SergeantBarnesâs⊠rod of justice plunges deep inside, she gasps like she was witnessing a miracle. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Come on, is that really necessary?
As you watched, he gave a low, rumbling soundâhalf growl, half sighâthat sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. His gaze burned through the screen with a confidence that was practically magnetic, and suddenly, you understood exactly why the costar was gasping. A new, unbidden heat pooled between your legs, making you shift uncomfortably, instinctively pressing your thighs together as if that could somehow stop the flush creeping up your face. Oh no, now I wish I were her, you thought, immediately cringing at yourself.
With a mix of half-laughter and half-horror, you reached over and slammed the laptop shut so fast it was like you were trying to save yourself from spontaneous combustion.Â
âHolyâoh, wow,â you whispered, pressing a hand to your face. âOkay. That was a one-time thing.â
Or so you thought.
Except now, every time you even glanced at your laptop, SergeantBarnes was right there in your mind, reminding you exactly why he was internet-famous. It was becoming a bit of a problem.
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The next morning, you stumbled out of your apartment, looking like something that had been left out in the rain and dragged through a blender, mentally cursing last nightâs âresearchâ session. The world had no right to be this bright, and your regret levels were at an all-time high as you lugged the worldâs heaviest box down the hallway.
You were so absorbed in avoiding a complete breakdown that you barely registered the deep, too-familiar voice beside you.
âNeed help with that?â
âThanks, but I got it,â you muttered automatically, barely sparing him a glance.
Except...then you did.
You looked up, squinting in confusion. Because, standing in front of you, in the perfectly mundane hallway of your perfectly mundane building, was him.
You froze, your brain spinning like a buffering screen. Okay, this guyâs insanely handsome. Tall, broad-shouldered, stubbled jaw, eyes so blue they should have a health warning on them. You stared, mentally cataloging each feature, whenâwait a minute... WAIT. A. MINUTE.
Your eyes narrowed, suspicion prickling as your brain finally fired up. Is thatâŠ? No, it canât be.
But it was. Oh, it absolutely was.Â
SergeantBarnes, the very star of last nightâs âeducationalâ viewing, right here in the flesh. And suddenly, like a tractor beam had locked onto you, your gaze dropped right to his crotch, where youâd witnessed things you could never un-see.
This, of course, did not go unnoticed. His brows shot up as he followed your very obvious, very treacherous line of sight, glancing down at his jeans before looking back up at you with an infuriatingly smug grin.
âUh⊠nice shoes?â you blurted out, your face feeling like it was on fire. You vaguely gestured to his boots, wishing you could vanish right into the walls.
âThanks,â he replied smoothly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. âTheyâre pretty sturdy. But, you knowâŠâ He paused, his voice dropping just a hair. âI donât think theyâre what you were looking at.â
Your heart sank as you forced yourself to look up, his amused blue eyes practically laughing at you. Abort. Abort mission. Oh God, we are way past mission failure.
âUhâno, I just⊠umâŠâ You floundered, desperately trying to think of something, anything, that might save you from the hole youâd dug. But no words came. Not even the faintest semblance of a coherent thought. Just one long, silent scream echoing in your brain.
âBucky,â he offered helpfully, sticking out his hand like he wasnât SergeantBarnes from Pornhub, but just some guy offering to help with a box. âNew neighbor, by the way.â
You stared at his hand like it was a booby trap, your brain short-circuiting as it reminded you exactly where those fingers had been. That hand had gripped⊠things. It had been places youâd only dreamed of, doing things youâd probably need a core workout just to survive. You could practically see the âviewer discretion advisedâ warning flashing in your head as you hesitated, still staring at his hand as if it might explode.
But, against your better judgmentâand every shred of dignityâyou slowly reached out and shook it, feeling your own fingers betray you by sweating as they made contact with his very⊠experienced ones.
âUh⊠hi⊠Iâm⊠yep.â you blurted, mentally cringing.
ââYepâ? Thatâs a good name,â he said, smirking as he let go. âYou sure you donât need help? You seem⊠a little flustered.â
Flustered? Understatement of the century. If your dignity had been a cup, it was empty, bone-dry, and cracked. You forced yourself to focus, eyes straight forward, pointedly ignoring the very tempting crotch-level view.Â
âIâm fine! Totally fine!â you squeaked, cringing at your own voice. Oh God, calm down!
But he just chuckled, that same dangerously cocky smile from last night plastered all over his face. âAlright, Yep. Guess Iâll see you around.â
As he turned to leave, you stood there in the hallway, clutching the box like it was a life raft, heart racing a mile a minute. Youâd just had a very public staring incident with SergeantBarnes, your new neighbor, and all youâd managed to say was nice shoes.
Iâm gonna need new coworkers, you thought, practically burying your face in the box as you scurried to your apartment.
The door slammed shut with a bang that could probably be heard across state lines. You dropped the box unceremoniously, ignoring the loud thunk as it hit the floor, and whipped your phone out, fingers flying across the screen like you were composing a manifesto.
Guys, youâre NEVER gonna guess who my neighbor isâ
You paused, staring at the screen as the rest of the text formed in your mind: THE SergeantBarnes. LIVE. IN. THE. FLESH.
But then another thought stopped you dead in your tracks. Oh no.
You could already picture it: Amy and Trish showing up like rabid fangirls in their âI Heart SergeantBarnesâ merch, carrying suspiciously flimsy plates of brownies. Trish would have binoculars. Amy would be taking notes, probably trying to âaccidentallyâ leave her phone number under his door. You shuddered, imagining them cornering him by the mailboxes, all of them acting like they were definitely not the type of women who had his entire catalog bookmarked on their phones.
A horrible realization hit you. If I tell them, this manâs gonna be living a nightmare right next door to me. Not just a nightmare, a Trish-and-Amy-sponsored fan club nightmare, where they might even break into songâprobably chanting, âSergeantBarnes! SergeantBarnes!â while he tries to get his groceries.
You looked back at your unsent message and deleted it in one go, feeling weirdly proud of yourself. Yeah, no. Iâm not letting them anywhere near him.
Totally altruistic, of course. It had nothing to do with keeping the eye candy to yourself.
You took a deep breath, looking around your empty apartment like you were expecting the FBI to burst through the door at any second. Sure, youâd just been in the hallway with the actual SergeantBarnes, but maybe⊠maybe you were imagining things. It had been a long day. Moving was stressful. Stranger things had happened, right?
With a surge of resolve (and denial), you dashed to your bedroom, practically sliding across the floor as you went. Your laptop was waiting innocently on the nightstand, and with a quick glance over your shoulder to ensure you were still alone, you opened it up, clicked incognito mode like you were hiding state secrets, and went straight to the website youâd sworn off only hours ago.
âAlright⊠just to confirm,â you muttered to yourself, feeling your cheeks burn as you typed SergeantBarnes into the search bar, mentally bracing yourself for the flood of results.
And there he was. The whole page filled with him, in various⊠positions. You swallowed, scrolling until one video caught your eye: âSergeant Disciplines the Bratty Recruit.â
You snorted, almost slamming the laptop shut. âOh, for heavenâs sakeâŠâ
But curiosity was a dangerous beast, and before you could talk yourself out of it, your finger had already clicked play.
The video started, with SergeantBarnes in all his glory, wearing what looked like the worldâs tightest military uniform. His face was as smug as ever, that telltale glint of mischief in his eyes as he muttered something absurd like, âThink you can handle me, recruit?â
âOh my god,â you whispered, cringing as you half-covered your eyes but peeked through your fingers anyway.
But there was no denying itâthe face, the voice, the ridiculous, smoldering look into the camera. There was no escaping it now. It was 100% him. The same guy who was now living approximately ten feet away from your own front door.
As the video continued, your disbelief only grew. This man⊠this man is next door, could eating cereal right now, you thought, torn between horrified fascination and the urge to laugh. Because there he was, in full âdisciplinary actionâ mode, doing things you could barely process, and here you were, watching it again, just to make sure it was really him.
âOh, Iâm doomed,â you muttered, slapping the laptop shut. You werenât even sure if you were embarrassed, impressed, or maybe just a little terrified of your own neighbor.
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Over the next few days, it was like living in a twisted sitcom. Everywhere you went, he was there, lurking like some kind of sexy, mildly inconvenient specter. It was uncanny. Youâd turn a corner, and bamâthere heâd be, giving you that polite nod and a smirk that clearly said, I know exactly what youâve seen.
It started small. Youâd step into the elevator, praying for a peaceful ride, and ding! in heâd stroll, flashing that devastating grin. Instantly, youâd stiffen, gluing yourself to the opposite wall, practically trying to meld with the buttons, heart pounding like you were about to pass out. You couldnât even look him in the eye without flashes of his, uh, âfilmographyâ playing in your mind. Every single time, without fail, you found yourself studying the very clean floor of the elevator as he leaned casually against the wall, the corners of his mouth tugging up.
âNice day, isnât it?â heâd ask, all smooth, innocent charm. Meanwhile, you were there like, Oh, totally, perfect day to run into my favorite Pornhub star.
You were in the laundry room, blissfully alone, humming to yourself as you separated your clothes like a responsible adult. Whites here, colors there, delicatesâwell, you were kind of just tossing them wherever at this point. Then, suddenly, you felt it: a shift in the air, a presence. You froze, the hair on the back of your neck standing up, a sock suspended mid-toss in your hand. Why do I feel like the music should be getting dramatic right about now?
Slowly, as if sensing his approach, you turned. And there he wasâBucky, striding in with a laundry basket filled with a suspiciously pristine pile of perfectly folded, incredibly manly clothing. It was as if heâd just stepped out of some kind of⊠laundry commercial. Or worse⊠one of his own videos.
You blinked, eyes widening as a thousand clichés suddenly flashed through your mind. Oh no, why does this feel like the start of a porn? you thought, biting your lip as you realized the two of you were, in fact, very alone, surrounded by washing machines and suspiciously warm lighting. You mentally kicked yourself. Snap out of it! This is laundry. Regular, boring laundry.
Bucky caught your eye, giving you an amused once-over. âDoing some laundry?â he asked, his voice low and casual, but somehow it felt like the most suggestive question in the world.
You opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again. âUh-huh,â you managed, trying to sound like a normal human being. âJust, uh⊠laundry.â
Your face felt like it was on fire as you realized half of your load was underwear, strewn everywhere. Panties, bras, socksâthey were all there in their mismatched glory, practically screaming, Weâre personal items! Pay extra attention! You yanked your gaze away from the pile, mortified, and flung the sock into the washer like you were trying to disarm a bomb.
You slammed the washer lid down, feeling like youâd just revealed way too much. But Bucky only grinned, strolling over with that maddening swagger. He tossed a shirt into the washer beside you, leaning against it with a smirk.
âNice sorting skills,â he commented, eyes flicking down to the very obvious pile of bras and lace that youâd tried to hide. âVery⊠thorough.â
âYep!â you squeaked, feeling like you might explode. You fumbled with the detergent bottle, struggling to open it as your brain went into full-blown panic mode. Why does this feel like one of those videos? Donât look at him. Just donât look. Pretend youâre alone. Pretend this is fine.
But of course, he wasnât making it any easier. He folded his arms, watching you with a raised brow, the picture of calm while you were desperately trying to load underwear without dying of embarrassment.Â
âYou know,â he said, clearly holding back a laugh, âusually people try to separate colors from whites.â
âOh, I do! I mean, I⊠itâs a system,â you stammered, feeling like you were caught in a lie by the laundry police. âSometimes itâs⊠itâs an artistic choice.â
He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with that insufferable amusement. âArtistic laundry, huh? Didnât take you for the experimental type.â
âYep,â you said, forcing a laugh as you stuffed in the last sock, your hands moving at lightning speed, desperate to finish and escape.
But as you turned to leave, he held up a stray bra that had somehow escaped your grasp, dangling it between two fingers with a raised eyebrow.Â
âYou forgot this,â he said, voice dripping with that same mischievous humor.
You stared at the bra in horror, feeling your face go molten.Â
âUh⊠thanks,â you mumbled, practically ripping it out of his hand and stuffing it into the washer, slamming the lid down one last time before you spun on your heel and speed-walked out of there.
Behind you, you heard him chuckle softly, his voice echoing in the hallway. âSee you around, neighbor.â
Yep, you thought, already halfway down the hall, never doing laundry again.
By day three, it got ridiculous. Youâd ducked into the mailroom, hoping he was out doing normal human thingsâmaybe mowing a lawn or whatever. But no, as soon as you opened your mailbox, there he was, standing by his own, sorting through a stack of letters. You froze, briefly considering whether you could just flee and come back later for your electric bill.
And then⊠the grocery bag incident.
You were in the hallway, arms overloaded with bags because, naturally, youâd ignored the cart right by the entrance and had instead decided to carry it all in one go. You were so close to your door when you heard footsteps behind you.
âNeed help?â he asked, that voice making you nearly fumble every bag in your arms.
You turned, scrambling to say, âNo, Iâm good,â but of course, in your panic, one of your bags tipped, and a lone, horrifying item fell out and hit the floor. You watched, paralyzed, as the little bottle of lube rolled out with an audible clatter, spinning lazily to a stop right in front of him.
You could practically feel the heat exploding from your cheeks. No. Oh no. Not like this.
You looked up, meeting his amused, slightly raised eyebrows as his lips twitched, clearly fighting a smile.Â
âUh,â you choked out, unable to form a single coherent sentence. Think fast, make it sound normal, you told yourself, even though every possible explanation was racing out of your head.
He bent down, picking up the bottle with a glint of pure mischief in his eyes, inspecting it like heâd just found evidence of some grand crime.
âHey, everyoneâs got needs,â he said, deadpan, but that twinkle in his eye was anything but innocent. âDonât worry.â He tossed you a wink, handing the bottle back like it was no big deal.
Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as your brain scrambled to form a sentence. Finally, the words tumbled out like a train wreck, your dignity left somewhere back at the grocery store.
âItâs⊠itâs for my friend,â you squeaked, clutching the lube bottle with both hands like it was a sacred artifact. He raised an eyebrow, looking entirely too entertained for your liking. âSheâs, uh, sheâs constipated.â
A moment of silence.
âShe needs it to⊠you know, help with a suppository.â You forced a grin that you were sure looked more like a grimace. âShe, uh⊠canât get things moving. Really jammed up in there.â
Buckyâs face twisted in barely suppressed laughter, and his shoulders shook as he struggled to keep a straight face.Â
âRight,â he drawled, nodding with an expression that was one part pity and two parts are you for real? âThatâs⊠thoughtful of you.â
You felt like you were overheating, a human furnace on the verge of combustion.Â
âSheâs desperate!â you blurted, doubling down on your ridiculous story, even though every fiber of your being was screaming to stop talking. âIâm just being a good friend, you know? Supportive. I mean, sheâs the one whoâs backed up.â
He nodded again, still fighting a smile, the look in his eyes a mix of amusement and something else that made your pulse race.Â
âSure,â he said, ânothing like helping a friend in need.â He paused, that wicked smile growing as he added, âIn my experience, though, there are plenty of other uses for it.â
Your soul left your body.
He held out his hands in mock innocence, chuckling as your eyes widened to saucers.Â
âJust saying,â he winked. âVersatile stuff.âÂ
And with that, he turned, strolling down the hall with a casual wave, leaving you frozen and mortified, clutching the bottle to your chest like a lifeline.
âGotta⊠go,â you managed, voice barely a whisper, stumbling the last few steps to your door as you fumbled with the keys, practically falling inside.
The second the door shut behind you, you pressed your back against it, staring at the ceiling and whispering, âIâm never leaving my apartment again.â
Just as you were about to bury your face in your hands and live in the sweet, silent embrace of shame, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out, still reeling from the lube disaster, and saw a text from your friend, Clara.
Clara: Hey!! Did you get the lube?? Need it ASAP, things are⊠not moving over here, if you catch my drift.
You groaned, staring at the message, letting it sink in that yes, this entire disaster had been real.Â
You: Yes. Got it. Never speaking of this again.
Clara: Bless you, you lifesaver. My digestive system owes you a standing ovation.
You rolled your eyes, still red-faced. Clara had no idea youâd just had to explain the entire situation to your painfully attractive neighborâwho now likely thought you were a walking sitcom.
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It started subtlyâjust a little teasing, or so you thought. But it quickly spiraled into a game you could only describe as Bucky Barnes: Merciless TeasingâExtended Cut. Every time you crossed paths, he managed to twist the knife just a little deeper, making you sweat, stumble, and practically choke on your own words.
The first time it happened, you were hauling a huge box out of your car, trying to look capable and independent, when he strolled up beside you, leaning against the car with a smirk.
âYou act like Iâm a celebrity,â he said, eyebrow cocked. âEvery time you see me, you look ready to run.â
You fumbled, nearly dropping the box.Â
âNope! Iâm justâŠuh, busy!â you squeaked, scrambling to walk away at top speed, box clutched to your chest like a shield. But you caught his laugh as you rushed off, making you want to evaporate on the spot.
The next time, you were in the stairwell, headphones in, desperately trying to avoid any more awkward run-ins. Naturally, the moment you looked up, there he was, lounging at the landing like some kind of paid actor in a commercial. You froze mid-step as he raised a brow.
âLook at that,â he said, giving you the once-over, âyou look like youâve seen a ghost every time you see me. Is it something I did?â
You stammered, turning pink.Â
âNo! Just, uh⊠headphones! Music! Loud music!â you blurted, before speed-walking up the stairs, praying he didnât hear the Spice Girls song youâd been blasting. Behind you, his chuckle echoed up the stairwell like the final taunt of a villain.
But the absolute worst came at the coffee shop.
You were in line, looking at your phone, hoping you could just breeze in and out. The moment you placed your order and turned to leave, there he was, standing right behind you, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
âHey, neighbor,â he drawled, eyeing your coffee cup like it was some incriminating evidence. âFunny running into you here. Or⊠do you keep running into me?â
Your face flushed, and you tried to think of something clever, but it was like all your brain cells had gone on vacation.Â
âNope! Definitely just getting coffee! I donât even⊠live near here!â you babbled, immediately regretting everything.
âOh, interesting,â he replied, his grin widening. âBecause I could swear you live right next door. But hey, if you want to keep pretending you donât know me, Iâll go along with it.â He handed you your coffee with a wink. âSee you around⊠or not.â
But things took a turn for the mortifying when, one evening, you were pacing the hallway on the phone with Clara, trying to vent without actually collapsing in a pile of awkwardness.
âItâs him, Clara!â you hissed, oblivious to the fact that you were pacing right outside Buckyâs door. âIâm living next door to SergeantBarnes! Can you believe this? Iâve seen everything he has to offer! Iâve practically studied him!â
Clara was howling with laughter, but you were too wrapped up in your frustration to care.
âAnd he knows, Clara! He keeps showing up everywhere, saying stuff like, âYou seem nervousâ and âYou keep looking at me like you know something I donât.â I swear, heâs doing it on purpose!â You paused, sighing dramatically. âThe man is basically torturing me!â
âYeah?â Clara snorted. âAnd what are you gonna do about it?â
âNothing! Iâm gonna hide in my apartment forever! I mean, the guy isââ You froze mid-sentence, sensing a presence that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Please, for the love of all that is holy, no.
You slowly turned, and there he was. Bucky. Leaning against his door, arms crossed, looking like heâd just won the freaking lottery.
âOh⊠my godâŠâ you whispered, feeling your soul leave your body. He was watching you with an expression of pure, unfiltered amusement, one eyebrow quirked, lips pulled into that infuriating, knowing smirk.
âWell,â he said, voice laced with mischief. âThat makes one of us.â His eyes glinted with barely-contained laughter. âAnd here I thought you were just a fan of my boots.â
You could practically feel your brain cells going up in smoke.Â
âI⊠uh⊠well⊠IâŠâ you stammered, cheeks burning. âBoots⊠are great,â you managed, wanting to sink into the earth.
âYeah? Because I seem to remember you looking⊠elsewhere last time,â he teased, stepping a little closer, enjoying every second of your embarrassment.
âOh, no! Just⊠boots!â you squeaked, backing up, practically tripping over yourself. âI really should go⊠water my⊠uh⊠plants!â
He chuckled, savoring every second of your panic. âGood luck with that,â he said, throwing in one last wink as he slipped back into his apartment, leaving you in the hallway, feeling like youâd just gone through a slow-motion car crash.
Back in your apartment, you slid down the door, hands over your face as Claraâs laughter erupted over the phone.
âBoots?â she howled. âTHATâS what you went with? Boots?â
You groaned, banging your head back against the door. âShut up, Clara.â
Ă Ă Ă Ă
Determined to reclaim a shred of your dignity, you strode into the local coffee shop, praying for a quiet morning with zero embarrassing encounters. But, as if on cue, the universe had other plans.
There, right at the counter, was Bucky. He spotted you instantly, his face lighting up with that all-too-familiar grin that had haunted your dreams. There was no escape.
He waved you over, and before you could even think of pretending you hadnât seen him, he was calling out, âMorning, neighbor! Whatâs your coffee order again?â His voice was loud enough that half the shop turned to look.
âOh, um⊠itâsâŠâ you stammered, but heâd already waved to the barista.
âGot it covered,â he said, leaning casually against the counter, eyes twinkling with mischief. âIâve got a feeling you like it with extra cream.â
You choked on your own saliva, feeling your face turn crimson as he handed you the cup with a wink.Â
âUnless Iâm wrong?â he added with a smirk, feigning innocence.
âN-Nope, thatâs right!â you managed, grabbing the cup like it was a shield. âExtra cream⊠perfect.â
He chuckled, gesturing to an empty booth in the corner. âGreat. Then you wonât mind sitting down with me for breakfast.â
âOh no, really, I shouldââ
He raised an eyebrow. âWhat, got somewhere better to be?â
You froze, helplessly aware that the entire coffee shop was listening in. You managed a nervous laugh, mumbling, âWell⊠no, I guess notâŠâ
Before you knew it, you were sitting across from him, desperately trying to keep your eyes anywhere but his face, your cheeks burning as he sipped his coffee and watched you with a smug smile.
âSo,â he said, leaning forward, âwhatâs a girl like you doing watching a guy like me online, anyway?â
Your jaw dropped, coffee cup halfway to your mouth. âIâI wasnât watchingâIt was research!â you spluttered, already kicking yourself for falling right into his trap.
He chuckled, clearly reveling in your embarrassment.Â
âOh, sure, âresearch,ââ he said, nodding like he totally believed you. âI get it. You know, itâs important to be informed.â
You practically shrank into your seat, glancing around to see if anyone else had heard. âCould you not say that so loudly?â
He smirked, taking a long, deliberate sip of his coffee.Â
âRelax, Iâm just curious,â he said, leaning in close enough that you could smell his aftershave. âGotta say, itâs a little flattering to have a fan right next door.â
Your brain completely short-circuited. âFan? Iâno! I mean, not like that⊠I⊠I barely evenâŠâ You could feel the lie crumbling in your throat as his smirk deepened.
âUh-huh. Then why did you look like you were about to sprint every time you saw me?â He tilted his head, studying you, eyes twinkling. âAnd I swear you turned pink the second you walked in here.â
Your hands shot up, covering your cheeks. âI did not! Youâre imagining things.â
âAm I?â he said, leaning back with a satisfied grin. âBecause itâs like clockwork. Every time Iâm around, you look like youâve been caught red-handed. I donât mind, you know,â he added, shrugging nonchalantly. âIâve got nothing to hide.â
You let out a strangled laugh, ready to crawl under the table.Â
âThatâs⊠obvious,â you muttered, feeling as though you might combust at any second.
âOkay, so since weâre having breakfast together, how about you tell me: any favorite scenes?â He laughed, looking entirely too amused as he stirred his coffee.
You practically choked on your coffee, face flaming as you tried to hide behind your cup.Â
âIâI canât believe you just asked that!â you squeaked, horrified and unable to meet his gaze.
âOh, come on,â he grinned, clearly enjoying every second. âItâs just small talk. I mean, who better to ask than a neighbor?â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âCan we please pretend this conversation never happened?â
âNope. Canât do that,â he replied, laughing. âI think itâs a little late for that.â
Just as you were starting to pray for an earthquake to swallow you whole, you glanced up at him, cheeks still flaming.Â
âDid you⊠did you know I recognized you this whole time?â
He leaned back, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.Â
âOf course I did,â he said, laughing. âFigured it out the second I saw that look on your face. I just wanted to see if youâd ever bring it up.â
âOh my god,â you muttered, feeling mortification seep into your very bones. âAnd you kept messing with me?â
âOf course,â he said, raising an eyebrow with a wicked grin. âI was just waiting to see how long it would take for you to crack. Guess now the ice is broken, huh?â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre the worst.â
He winked, finishing his coffee. âYeah, but I make breakfast interesting, donât I?â
You laughed, feeling the last traces of embarrassment fade awayâwell, at least enough to breathe normally again. But just as you started to feel almost⊠comfortable, Bucky tilted his head, giving you a curious look.
âSo, neighbor,â he said, smirking, âIâve gotta ask⊠whatâs your name?â
You blinked, realizing with a jolt that youâd never actually told him. In all your attempts to dodge, deflect, and survive the relentless teasing, you hadnât even bothered to introduce yourself.
âOh⊠right,â you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up again. âI, uh, guess I never actually said.â
âNope,â he replied, leaning in with a grin. âI just assumed you wanted to keep a little mystery between us.â
You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. âTrust me, Iâm not that mysterious.â
âReally?â he replied, eyebrows raised. âBecause all this time Iâve been calling you âYep.ââ
Your face went red as you remembered the first time youâd stammered a barely coherent âyepâ instead of an introduction. âOh my god. You havenât been calling me that in your head this whole time, have you?â
He shrugged, smirking. âItâs kind of cute. Suits you, actually.â
You groaned, but laughed despite yourself, finally holding out your hand across the table. âAlright. Iâm Y/N. Officially.â
âY/N,â he repeated, taking your hand, his grip warm and firm. His smirk softened into something a little more genuine. âGood to meet you, Y/N. Officially.â
His hand lingered in yours for a beat longer than necessary, and for a moment, there was no teasing, no innuendosâjust the two of you, sitting across the table, smiling like two normal people whoâd just met under⊠semi-normal circumstances.
Then, just as you were starting to think maybe, just maybe, you could get used to this weirdly charming neighbor situation, he leaned back, that mischievous glint creeping back into his eyes.
âNow that weâre on a first-name basis,â he said, winking, âyou can tell me all about your favorite scenes. You know, for professional feedback.â
You burst out laughing, face in your hands as he watched you with a triumphant grin. Yep, you thought, already regretting nothing and everything.
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âGHOSTIN' ?! â
᥎êȘ« sum. it's midnight and you're bored. bored and horny. everyone knows ghosts aren't real, or are they? you end up summoning a ghost and he's not leaving anytime soon, in fact, he wants to give you a taste of your own medicine for disrupting his slumber. you get a taste, alright.
wc. 5.0k
warnings. fem! reader, ghost! toji, unprotected, switch toji, praise, dirty talk, oral (m! receiving), manhandling, spit, impact play, brÄeding, biting, size kink, mentions of tummy bulge, nipple play.
an. don't summon ghosts unless their name is toji fushiguro idk
donât summon ghosts they saidâyouâll regret it in the end they said,
but who cares? not you. besides, itâs not like ghosts even exist. youâve never been one to believe in paranormal activity anyway, although all of that starts to change on a specific night. this night, the clock just struck twelve and youâre bored out of your skull. it was an ordinary sunday night and it was just you and your dead quiet apartment walls. as youâre scrolling on your phone, glancing at your feed a certain link catches your eye. wanna summon a ghost? click here to find out how.
to keep it brief, your curiosity eventually gets the best of you. with a snort, very much not believing the lengthy follow up article that warns you of the possible dangers to come of the spirit, you go into your bathroom, following the steps before your lights flicker. at first nothing happens, oh, see you knew ghosts werenât real. annoyed a bit that you wasted fifteen minutes of your timeâyou prepare to leave the restroom when you feel a cold hand on creep on your shoulder.
âtch. the nerve,â a rough voice murmurs behind you. you tense up, craning your neck to indeed see the ghost that was displayed on the picture. yet, he looks more human-like if anything. toji, the name that was said to be his. toji eyes you up and down before a scoff leaves from his reddened slick lips. âwhyâd you summon me..â
youâre taken aback immediately. with a staggering height of almost six feet, you meet the soulless eyes of a mere attractive spirit. âiâ uh,â you sheepishly peer down at your feet, not in a million years thinking itâd actually work. âyouâre a real ghost?â
âuh obviously,â he murmurs, mocking your expense. trodding his bare feet across your carpet floor as if he knows the layout, he scratches his chest. âeh, what a mess. you live here?â
ouch, so he was hot and rude. figures,
you take a moment to gawk at the ghostâs attire. nothing really too appealingâjust a simple white t-shirt with sweats. it almost could be mistaken as an eerie nightgown if you squint. again, he looks more human than an actual spirit. it was just the paleness of his skin that gave away his non-human features. his clothes werenât the only thing you were staring at though.
his bulge,
its hard to not notice it, especially with a size like tojiâs. you spot the invading print poke through his sweats, the roundness of it, basking in all its dirty glory. you had to restrain yourself from making a fool of yourself â licking your lips and almost allowing your lewd, obscene thoughts to take over. you couldnât help it though, it was quite literally all in your face. youâre so entrapped in your little phantasm that you donât even feel the ghost flicking his chilly cold fingers against your forehead.
âgirl are you even listening?â he rasps.
âh-huh?â you look up, snapping out of whatever trance had you on such a leash.
toji deadpans, a groan sliding past his lips before he eyes you up and down. his gaze alone makes you nervous. âdonât huh me, i saw what you were looking at,â and he peels up his shirt with a single hand, exposing his curled up washboard abs. god, even as a ghost he was so ripped. your eyes ogle down towards the sable-black boxers he wore, the hem of it peeking from over his pants before he hums, amused. âwanna feel?â
âcan iâŠ?â your voice trails off, and itâs so pathetic and soft. you could hardly recognize your own softened tone but you didnât care.
âknock yâerself out.â he hoarsely shrugs, and you barely give him a chance to finish before your fingers twang against his skin.
immediately, you feel how cold his body was, a shivering temperature that ghosts against your digits as you feel against his body. jade pupils of his burn into you as he watches intently. the hardness of his abs â you feel everywhere, the texture of it was rock hard. his muscles, the way he carried himself, the flexing of his abs. it was all just so attractive. despite how the lower half of his body was freezing, you continued to let your fingers wander on every part of his abdomen.
âyouâre cute,â he murmurs, and you donât realize heâs been staring at you the entire time. toji had to admit, for a human, you were quite easy on the eyes. maybe even his type, if he was a human himself. âare ya always this handsy towards people you first meet orâŠ?â
ânot really,â you huff, and your hand trails deeper until it stops near a certain area.
his happy trail,
it was so pretty, jumbles of blackened curly hairs run down near the under part of his v-line. heâs so perfectly sculptured. it was easy to compare his ghostly anatomy to a mere greek god. so perfect, the more your fingers explore down his muscular frame, the colder your fingertips get. âwow, are you sure youâre not a human?â
âwanna find out?â
his words struck right into you like a knife strikes its enemy â you pause, leering up at him with glossy eyes and a slight head tilt. in a coy tone, you rub the back of your neck. ây- yes.â
âcâmere then, girl.â
inching towards him, the ghost then pulls you into a longing kiss. its passionate at first then shifts to sloppy. you moan, feeling him try to pry open your lips with his tongue to allow him access. you do, savoring his freshly minty taste and even his tongue was just as cold. toji tasted like hypothermiaâchillingly cold, yet your lips stuck against his like ice. speaking of, his lips stuck against yours like velcro, like glue. your breathing continues to grow heavier by the second before he snakes a hand around your neck, giving it a delicate squeeze. already, you were weak for his touch. tojiâs thumb skids against the middle opening of your throat, physically feeling the vibrated sensations pour out from your sweet little esophagus.
a gasp wretches from your throat once you feel the front of his knee go right between your legs. itâs sneaky, the friction you feel from that muscle alone earns a soft noise from you. you whine in his mouth as tongues dance and tangle together in harmony.
where thereâs harmony, thereâs sync,
he loved the way your tongue curls into his mouth, tasting and savoring his minty flavor. you only wanted more by each dreadfully long second that passes. wobbly arms of yours sling around his neck and the static from his rubbing knee only grows. âf-fuck.â youâd whimper between hot, sultry kisses. suddenly, the air felt thick and heavy. youâre panting, lungs already feeling like they were about to collapse as he gingerly starts to suck on your neck. while he does, you succinctly open your eyes to see him already staring at you. darkened raven eyes, long untrimmed bangs that almost shield his eerie pupils alone, his eyes told a thousand stories.
his eyes told a thousand stories and maybe you wanted to know more about this ghoulish visitor.
after a while, the steamy kiss ends up departing and you gasp for air. âknees, pretty. get down for me.â
with how compliant you were, it was almost amusing to see. you get down on your knees, being face first with his bulge yet again. you just wanted to run your tongue everywhere. so full and well rounded, you already started to feel the saliva trickle into your mouth. mouthwatering. tojiâs eyes rove towards the pullover hoodie you wore. with an impish expression, he claws a hand over your head delicately. a free finger of his crooks near your chosen attire.
âthis. take it off, wanna see more of your body.â he utters in a low tone.
âfor a ghost, youâre pretty pervy.â you tease, hauling the piece of clothing over your head.
âgirl please. says the mortal staring at my crotch,â and as your hoodie is suddenly removed, he takes a good peek at your bra. he simpers. âmhm,â he inhales for a second, taking in your frame for a few solid moments. tojiâs eyes then glance towards your chest. âbra, take that off too.â
you unclasp the back strap of your bra with one hand and he grunts once he sees your breasts spring free. âfuck, yâer pretty. âm gonna âhafta take my time with you.â
and he does,
tojiâs got you on all fours, cutely struggling to take him fully into your mouth. his ruby-colored tip greets you and you canât help but skitter your tongue against the frenulum. he groans, raking a hand in your scalp. as heâs standing, he moves a few strands of hair away from your face. âyeah, open that jaw. get it wet, spit on it if you have to, doll.â
âmmf,â a muffled moan comes from you as your knees dig into the ground. his taste was flavorless and still you wanted to savor it. sweet like candy, tojiâs scent alone clogs up your nostrils and his darkened pubic hair tickle against the rim of your nose. heâs just so big though, so fucking big . .
as youâre taking him down inch by inch, itâs hard to try not to gag as he continues to gradually shove himself into your throat. tojiâs abs clench and tighten as he sees your jaw hang open, giving you a single thrust and you pull away to gasp. already, youâre starting to drool for him. with your mouth left open ajar, it had easy access to the saliva dribble down the sides of your lips and onto your chin.
âheh, âs too big for you? thatâs my bad.â he purrs.
âshut up,â you grumble, your tongue licking alongside his dick. a throbbing vein of his that runs down his side pulses against your tongue and you hear him hiss. tojiâs still got a hand combing into your hair, pulling your head up concisely just so he can see that pretty face one more time. âso f-fuckinâ big.â
âthis is just yâer mouth, wait âtill ya feel me from the inside.â
you roll your eyes at his cockiness, preparing to take him inside of your mouth again. your spit covered lips open up and he coos once he sees that youâre slobbering. you let a few amounts of your sheeny saliva pour onto his shaft, wetting it in the process. âplay with yâer tits, use âem.â
you grab ahold of your plump mounds, brushing a thumb against your perked nipples before your head starts to bob. as heâs sinking his dick into your tight little throat, he groans.
toji could get used to the warmth of your mouth, your plush lips suffocating all around him â he was addicted, and so were you.
with your head resuming to jolt up and down, bobbing repeatedly from the decent pace, your tongue continues to flick against his leaky tip, relishing in the bitterly sweet pre-cum that resides against the very top. another muffled moan slips past your lips as youâre still playing with your breasts, feeling them bounce against each other in crude tandem.
âsuch a pretty mouth⊠ugh,â he tightens his grip against your hair, thrusting his hips into you a bit. you break your hands away from your tits to latch onto his thighs. immensely, your fingers dig into the cottony fabric of his sweatpants. toji starts to pant laboriously. heave after heave, youâve got him sweating already. peeping down, his dick twitches at the sight of your spit dribbling down the corners of your pretty purses lips.
as it travels â it cascades like a waterfall, landing between the curvature of your chest. âmhm, jusâ like that. good girl. haah, âs good.â
as his hands rummage in your hair, itâs still maintaining its strengthening gripâyou inhale through your nose as your head bounces in consistency. his fingers were still crispy cold, youâre feeling frosty all the way from the waist down.
not only were you feeling frosty though, you were throbbing..
it was no mistake. the sudden adds of multiplying throbs that pang against your pussy makes you start to whine as a hand of yours reaches between your thighs. your panties protect your slick arousal and a pout contorts against your lips as youâre still having your mouth stuffed full of ghostly cock.
âf-fuuuck, yâer fuckinâ nasty. play with yâerself while ya suck me off, do it.â he groans, it was as if he read right through your mind. tojiâs breathing starts to pick up as heâs keeping strict eye contact with you. doe-eyed and all, your lashes suddenly shut close for a few seconds. toji meanly pistons his hips, and you moan as you drag your fingers against your sheathed pussy. peeling your laced panties to the sideâyou strum two digits against your slick entrance, starting to rut back and forth. toji snickers, ruffling the top of your head. âgonna fill this throat up with so much cum, you want that, sweets?â
abruptly, you pry your mouth away from his fattened dick before breathing in a gasp of fresh air. slyly, you hum, a hand wrapping around his hefty base. âdonât you mean with ectoplasm?â
âyâer mouthâs getting smart,â he sneers, grabbing ahold of your head before making you go back down.
toji started to get addicted to your frisky tongue. the way itâs so sloppy, slurping up every part of his fervor, he only wanted more.
heâs a ghost and well, itâs been a while..
as his dick perfectly tucks inside of your mouth, you take him even further. a clammy hand of yours starts to fondle with his balls and he groans. with his jaw tightening, he starts to feel his thigh pounce. âfuuuuck me,â he heaves lowly, knowing his finish was about to approach rather sooner than later. he was just so thick in your throat, tap-tapping away at your little uvula. toji stares at your pretty slobbering lips, your hands still crammed all up inside of your cunt before he presents a more thorough thrust into your mouth.
a familiar primal heat pools into the very depths of your tummy before you hear toji suck his teeth.
itâs a long, deep and sexy groan.
it bellows throughout the thin walls of your small apartment â his face turns sour and you start to feel a surprised guest get introduced on your tongue.
his cum tastes more sweet which was peculiar. usually itâs tastelessly bitter, bland and purely insipid.
but with him, it was sugary sweet. as he pours such volumes of satiny ropes into your mouth, your hands continue to cling onto his pants. itâs a lot, with the way the ghostâs cock erupts into your mouth itâs like a volcano. spitting out such gooey sums of seed. its warmth has you wanting more, as it fills the very inside of your mouth, your tongue swirls all around the savory uncanny mixture.
toji yokes your head back, taking his heavyset dick out of your mouth and you gawk at how red it was now. from the very top, a smile stretches against your lips knowing you did that. swollen, fat balls of his were all in your face, neglected and just desperate to be played with a bit more.
âshit,â he sighs, taking a moment to breathe. toji looks down at your dumb expression, more smug than anything. a hand of his cups underneath your chin before he bends down, pulling you into a deep kiss. again, you return the favor, glissading your tongue against his. it tickles and tangos together, enjoying each otherâs wet company. he grunts, reveling in the sweetened taste of his own cum thatâs just residing inside your mouth. no shame, no shame at all. the kiss was much sloppier this timeâtoji pulls away to lick near the corner of your lips, capturing a few remnants of his own seed that tries to stream down from your mouth and below toward your chin. breaking away, he grabs your neck softly, giving you an intimating stare. âyou,â the ghost murmurs, his eyes flickering towards your bed. âi wanna break you.â
âyouâll have to pay for that you kn-â
âdonât make me drag you, human.â
you let off a soft playful âoofâ once youâre faintly tossed on your own bed. his strength was out of this worldâ quite literally though,
you look at toji and he inches himself closer towards you. as he leans in for another warm kiss, his body presses up against yours. he starts to grind against you, the friction leaves a wave of fuzz in your ears that never seems to go away. cold glacial lips squashing against your own as you flick your tongue against his, moaning for more. as heâs claiming your mouth in such a rough way, you start to paw at his pants. you feel a simper tug against his lips as he makes out with you, feeling the weight of the bed collapse and shriek a bit in ponderous discomfort.
âtaste so good,â he grouses, withdrawing his lips to nip chaste kisses near your neck. you moan, feeling him prop between your thighs. he then licks all against the hidden crevices of your collarbone. âever fucked a ghost before?â
âusually iâm more into humans,â you pant, and he gives you a subtle eye roll. if you knew a ghost such as toji would look this good â perhaps youâd summon him a long time ago on that stupid link.
âreally, oh,â he plays along, prying your legs open a bit to take a quick peek at what he was about to destroy. with low hooded eyes, toji grunts as he sees your soaked pussy all open and on display for him. a padded thumb of his runs down your puffy slit and your legs twitch slightly as a greeting response. âmhm, such a pretty cunt. tell me though,â he huffs, enveloping all five digits around his cock to give it two single pumps. he prods his leaky cockhead against your entrance, watching you writhe underneath him. âbefore you summoned me, were ya playinâ with her?â
her as in between your legs, your pussy,
for some reason, toji addressing your cunt as her made you throb profusely. you felt it. an annoying ring screams through your ears as you slump back against your bed, your ankles making an attempt to lock around him. ân- no.â
ây- yea,â he mimicks your little stutter. your mouth drops as you feel yourself starting to gape open for him the moment he starts delve his dick into your pussy. he was so big, you feel the curve of the head and itâs just voluntarily crooking inside of you. toji gives you a side eye with misty peripherals, watching as you make an attempt to hide your face within the crack of your elbow. ânah, girl. donât hide that pretty face from me. i wanna see you while i stretch you out.â
you moan, feeling his frigid fingers peel your arm away and heâs got a full face view of you.
already, your toes started to center with feelings of pure numbness. his thick cock splits inside of you so good that itâs already got you whimpering out elongated syllables. your voice was a euphony, âoh my g-goddd,â you whimper out, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. toji falls into your chest, still easing his way into your accepting walls. itâs relatively hot inside, smoldering gummy walls of yours entrap him, holding him hostage. he sibilates out a single hiss as youâre still trying to adjust to his massive size. his sack hangs from the base down and you let off a lusty giggle, already cockdrunk. âs-so the rumorâs true that ghosts have big dicks, f-fuck youâre gonna split me open.â
âheh, oh? thatâs a fact, not a rumor,â he playfully flicks your forehead. a hand of his then clasps around your thigh. he spreads it apart, sinking into you further. heâs so deep, halfway in that your stomachâs already seizing. it was his tip that made you feel everything at once. the girth he has, he makes sure you feel every inch, every part. tojiâs filling every area of your orifice with his spectral shaft. âugh, clampinâ around me so good,â and he presses a palm against your tummy. âfeel me here, yeah?â
and you do, as his hand gingerly brushes against the outer skirts of your stomach, your lips part into an âoâ shape of surprise. ây- yesss, fuck. âs deep, toji.â
âfuck,â he groans, and you let off a cute astounded, âohâ once you feel him fully plug you all the way in. itâs a popping noise that youâll never forget. heavy balls of his creates a single thrust and you jolt all the way back. clawing at the backsides of his skin, you whimper out a sweet melodic hum. âpussyâs gonna get me addicted, girl.â
your legs lock and ensnare around tojiâs slim waist as he starts up a paceâheâs slow and steady at first. slow and steady wins the race, but with a dick as big as his, youâre already losing. not so much physically, at least not yet.
just a few fathomless thrusts from the ghost and you were whipped, starving for more. hungry even.
perhaps if this was some sort of dream, you didnât wanna wake up. it all felt to real to just be your imagination anyway,
his hits against you were just so good that it was brutal. tojiâs got you laid against your back so he can stare right into your eyes. heâs panting, gawking openly as he feels you bare down on him. your dense walls squeeze around him before heâs starting up a more salacious tempo. you could barely even keep up. you whine, craning your neck to the left a bit â to the right, then to the left for the umpteenth time. your legs were already shuddering, your cunt feels so stuffed of his shaft that youâre already flumped against the mattress. not even before long, itâs stares to bounce and judder from the clumps of weight on top of it. you dig your teeth into tojiâs shoulder, whimpering at how he repeatedly thwacks his tip against that forbidden g-spot. ât- toji, tojiiii,â you hiccup, cross eyed and doe-eyed.
he could listen to your voice all day, a tune he could forever hum.
for the nth time within seven seconds, your pussy squelches from the parching sensations of pleasure. youâre so wet, sopping so much that you put faucets to shame. toji feels your slick trying to snail its way all the way down to his base. âthatâs it, mhm. fuck against me, girl. câmon, yeah,â he shushes up against your ear, licking against your lobe. you shiver, his voice all deep with a slight hint of rasp in it. a raw moan grabs itself from the back of your throat and you feel a hand of his snakes its way towards your jouncing tits. toji groansâleaning in to suck against your neglected nipples, feverish breath ghosting against your sweet skin before you whine. âgod, you taste so mmf, good.â
as heâs still jerking his sharp hips into you at full might, his tongue swirls around your pretty nubs, savoring it. another ear splitting âpopâ leaves his lips each time he breaks away from your mounds. âcould eat you up.â
âf- fuck, âs good, toji. harder p-pleaseee,â you mewl out, his weight that hovers over you sends you shivers all throughout your spine and body. strained deep inhales escape from your heavy lungs as you feel his calloused fingertips dance against your skin. a big hand of tojiâs caresses alongside the curvilinear juncture of your body, your pretty physiqueâtaking in your humanly beauty. oh, a sight for sore eyes.
toji was almost positive he was addicted to you, heâs fucking you so deep that he makes it so easy for you to jerk away from from your attentions. he even has a scent to him. despite his phantom being, his aurora alone was just enticing. its strong. the musk infiltrates the insides of your flared up nostrils and you whine again. your whine was more of a choke, clinging onto his back, scraping your nails down his tense back muscles.
âf-fuck, squeezinâ around me so good, baby,â he groans, leafy eyes staring into yours the entire time. toji leans in to nip kisses everywhere on your face, near your neck, and right back to your chest again. your body, he could get used to this,
to you.
maybe humans werenât all that bad,
tojiâs hips were rude, the perfect way to describe it. it really knew no bounds, he knew no bounds.
your glossy eyes glance up at him and heâs got nothing but a sly smirk plastered on his face. you study his features as heâs plowing you deeply into your own bedâthe bed creeks and creeks that it sounds like itâs hanging onto his final hinges.
as youâre gazing into his features, the first thing you notice was that scar.
heâs got a slanting, slashing scar that runs down near the right side of his mouth. surprisingly, it makes him ten times more attractive than he already was. as youâre trapped in your own thoughts again, he moves his face closer to you to kiss an alluring slope down the side of your neck. just a few minutes with you and he was already memorizing each particular spot of yours.
an adorable lewd expression marinated against your features as your pussy continues to slosh and squeak against his thickened cock. heâs so big inside of you, your tummy ends up extending a bit from his angles heâs hitting. toji never misses a spot though, heâs a precise man, a precise ghost,
youâre left stupid with your tongue visibly lolling out. he canât help but chuckle.
âlook at that tongue, mhm,â and he takes the opportunity to suck against the limp muscle. you whine, hugging his beefy body tightly as you suddenly feel agitated with the pure feeling of your arousal. pretty soon, you were getting close.
he was tooâhe could feel it, warm bodies against each other, he was gonna lose it.
tojiâs mouth goes against your neck, exposing his pearly whites and he bares a single fang. he buries it into the crook of your neck again, adamâs apple bobbing out from each guttural moan that detaches from him.
âf-fuck fuck,â you sob out, your ankles securely locking around his hips as heâs making more haste. you let off a tiny whine, his teeth gently nibbling against your flavorsome flesh. you tasted so sweet, he craved you. crimson lips of his twitch before he pulls you into another kiss. this time, itâs more passionate. as his tongue explores the very depths of your mouth, his tempo was now relentless. flimsy arms of yours continue to flop due to your weak grip against his wide shoulders before he gently bites your bottom lip. âinside,â you huff, licking the edge of his scar. a faint purr comes from toji once you do that and itâs a bit cute. âwanna feel you from the inside.â
âcareful,â he groans into your neck, pressing a palm onto your tummy again. âyou might get possessed after this.â
you pause, giving him a furrowed eyebrow look and he only sneers at you.
âjoking, ghost cum âs harmless, baby. i think..â
he was nothing but a mere tease, you roll your eyes before you babble over and over in his ear for him to shoot inside of you. with ease, heâs emitting out all kinds of moans from you. youâre so loud, heâs got sensitive ears so it makes his ears twitch. your voice though, heâs so drawn in to hearing every little whine that departures from the backs of your precious throat.
welts of pleasure surge through your body as your chest recoils against his. gnawing down on your lip, you spasm once it finally approaches.
itâs a wave, pouring into you all at once. the crash was unexpected. expect the unexpected, they say.
your legs felt zealously numb, your eyes dramatically roll back as your high finally comes. itâs so much, you could still feel your cunt gaping. a whiney grunt cuts out of your throat before a squeal shortly follows. waves and waves of pleasure make way for you, pupils twinkling with stars, you were experiencing pure ecstasy.
shortly afterward, tojiâs comes and when he cums, itâs a lot. he spurts into you in volumes, it dumps into you so good that youâre left twitching. suddenly, you grow quiet from the way his palm swats over your mouth. âlisten to it with me. saved so much for you.â
and his words were slow, his breaths were slow, everything was ploddingly slow.
you donât think youâve ever felt more full in your life, your cunt constricts one more time around his length before you let off a dry whimper. âmmm,â you inhale a candied breath, heâs still buried balls deep. his hilt thrashes against your sodden entrance gently before he pulls out, staring at the mess. such goopy amounts of cum pour out of your slit, he brings two fingers to peel back against your sloppy folds. youâre covering him with your slick, viridescent eyes of his peer down to see the head of his cock still oozing out with gluey white masses of seed. âtoji..â
âatta girl,â he whispers, hearing the little falter in your voice.
so cute,
heâs filled you up to the brim and that was only just the beginning. âi know. i knââ and he pauses, being cut off as he feels you bedaub his sensitive tip against your greedy cunt. you move it against your opening slit, watching as it tries to swallow it hole before you pull it back outs youâre still oozing and his eyes flicker to white for a second. âfuuuck, âm still sensitive girl.â and heâs the one to let off a whine this time. tojiâs weight still hangs against you before you drag him into a kiss while hearing his deprived whimpers feed into your mouth. jet black strands of his tickle against your forehead as he grinds his hips against you, already weak for you. the epitome of pussy drunk. whatever spell you had, he wanted to know what it was. perhaps your pussy was a curse he wasnât aware of.
your taste was just too tasteful. with the way you linger on his tongue like a treat, he only wanted more. toji pulls away after a while, shaft still halfway into youâidle, not moving a single inch. heâs buried but remains still. a shimmery concoction of spit leaves each lips and toji pants as your lips stray away from his. tojiâs lungs feel like they were on fire, each breath he takes feels like itâs being snatched away.
âyou,â he exhales, a thumb curling underneath your chin. with a needy look, the ghostâs confidence throws itself out the window and his bottom lip quavers a bit. he pants, making you switch positions and he pats his lap, pouting. âyou, on top of me. i- i want more of you. please.â
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Sweeter Than Fiction àŒ*·Ë
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x F! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 7 - Queening / Face-sitting. Spencer meets Reader when she starts working at his local library and he's quickly in over his head. After he goes snooping for information on her online, he finds out a dirty little secret, she writes fanfiction.
Tags: Face-sitting, Oral sex (f receiving), Fantasies, Masturbation, Pining, Friends to lovers, Love confessions, Sub!Spencer, Autistic!Spencer (implied ig?), Both Spencer and Reader are NERDS, Set somewhere between seasons 1-3.
Word count: 4.6k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: Surprise!! I changed a couple things on my kinktober due to lack of inspiration so here's an unexpected extra Spencer fic!! This is soooo long and the plot is so self-indulgent and ughhh but he eats you out so...!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ââĄâ)㣠âĄ
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Spencer had never felt like this before, he hadnât really had the chance to. Crushes had never really been his thing, having been significantly younger than his peers all throughout his education and being staunchly focused on his career ever since. He had physical attractions here and there, like an occasional reminder that he really was just a fallible human man as much as anyone else, but never any true feelings, nothing he ever wanted to try to pursue in a serious way. It wasnât simple for him like it was for someone like Morgan, in many senses of the word. Not only was he just not socially skilled enough to pursue relationships, whether casual or otherwise, with any success, he also had a large set of difficulties that he would carry into any relationship. He was quite touch averse, not that he didnât desperately crave it all the same, which could easily cause issues in any physical relationship. He also had a lot of emotional baggage, from his mother, from his job, from his bullying. He felt a mess emotionally and didnât see the point in trying to bring in another person to see the mess in all its glory. So he kept to himself. He wasnât completely without experience, but every experience heâd had was marred with difficulty and complication, none of it ever lasted. He was reasonably content to keep to himself.
Until he met you. Heâd been visiting the library nearest his apartment since he moved to D.C. for work. One day he walked in and you were sitting behind the desk, all bright-eyed and excited. The attraction to you had been immediate, heâd found you to be beautiful, he liked the way you dressed, and he liked your sweet voice as you spoke to the customer in front of you. He thought it would end there, that he would silently find you attractive from afar but remained more focused on other things. Cursed to stammer nervously at you whenever you scanned his books, but never say more than necessary. For a long time, thatâs all it was, until he was taking out a book that, unbeknownst to him, was a big favourite of yours.
âOh my goodness, my favouriteâ you chuckle as you pick up the book from his pile. âThis book is amazing, youâll love it, Iâm sure,â you smile brightly as you scan it onto his card. His fingers twitch where he rests them on the edge of the wooden counter. He hadnât been prepared to talk to you, but itâs nicer than most things that catch him unprepared.
âY-yeah? Uh⊠great,â he swallows, drumming his fingers on the counter as you scan the rest of his books, mostly textbooks.Â
âWell, if you have any taste that is,â you tease. He laughs back stiffly, his mouth feeling dry.Â
âI uh⊠like to think I doâŠâ he smiles awkwardly.
âYouâll have to tell me what you thought of it,â you hand him the books and his brain blanks for a moment. Youâre inviting him to speak to you some other time, to have an actual conversation. He moves jerkily, taking the books from you and packing them into his satchel. You smile kindly and wave to him as he leaves. âSee you soon,â
The way his mind is spinning from that simple conversation, he knows that this is something different. He collapses onto a bench outside the library, taking a deep breath. Why is his heart racing? Is this what butterflies feel like? He rubs a hand through his hair, messing it up. When the anxiety fades away, heâs left with a warm feeling in his chest. You want to speak to him again. He flips open his satchel and pulls out the book youâd said was your favourite. Itâs classic literature, something heâs been meaning to read for a long time now, but has somehow never gotten around to. He devours the book in mere minutes, thanks to his impressive reading speed. Itâs an amazingly compelling tale, with feminist undertones that were ahead of their time and he feels he understands you just a little better by knowing you like this book. He packs it back into his satchel and stands, heading back into the library. The queue to your desk is a few people long, but he joins it anyway, fiddling with the strap of his bag. You donât make much small talk with the people in front of him in the line, making it feel all the more special that youâd spoken to him. He reaches the front and you smile, but tilt your head in confusion.
âForget something?â
âThe book was great,â he blurts, and you look even more confused.
âWhat?â
âThe book, the one you said was your favourite, it was phenomenal, and surprisingly progressive for its time! Having those sorts of sentiments about a woman's role in a marriage in the 18th century, while seeming slightly archaic by today's standards, must have caused quite a stir at the time, especially coming from a female author. British law in 1764 actually suggested that womenââ he doesnât realise heâs rambling until you cut him off.
âHold on, you read it already?â you look disbelieving. He smiles sheepishly. âI only lent it to you, what?â you glance at the clock on your desktop screen. â15 minutes ago,â
âI can read very fast,â he mumbles, looking at the scuff on the toe of his shoe for a moment. You giggle.
âYeah, clearly,â you study his face. He goes quiet, eyes flickering over the small decorations you had scattered across your desk as a means of personalising your space. âYou were saying?â you prompted softly. He looked up at you in wonder, no one had ever requested he resumes an info dump, usually, he was told to shut up and looked weird, but you seemed to wait with genuine interest. Perhaps that was the moment that he was well and truly done for. He steps aside so that the person behind him in the line can get their books scanned. He talks at you for almost a whole hour, getting lost in tangent after tangent as you work. You occasionally pipe in to ask a question or make a comment, but you seem happy to listen. Suddenly, your already beautiful appearance becomes more like that of an angel or a goddess to him. Heâs never wanted something so bad in his life. He leaves the library after you excuse yourself for your lunch break. Once he gets home, he sits down on his couch, smiling dopily. Then, it slowly dawns on him that heâd just stood there and rattled on about various topics that he had no clue if you even had any interest in. He buries his face in his hands and groans. Has he already ruined things with the first person heâs ever felt anything genuine for? It was bound to happen eventually, but this soon? He goes to bed miserable that night.
Fortunately, his misery had been for nothing. The next time he visits the library, youâre there, all smiles at him like usual. When he comes to return his previous book haul (yes, maybe he hasnât used the returns box since you started working here, what of it?), you greet him, asking if he has any more facts for you. At first, he thinks youâre mocking him, but the genuine smile you give tells him otherwise. He scrambles through his mind for something interesting to tell you, feeling less than a genius at this moment. He settles to ask what your favourite animal is, then spends the next several minutes telling you all the nichest information about that animal he could think of. This time, you start to talk too, though instead of spewing facts, youâre telling him personal anecdotes, or about new books the library has got in. The next several times he comes in, you end up talking for long periods of time. You never interrupt him when he rambles and in return he allows you to ramble too, not bothered by the slightest if he has to listen to you for hours. Heâd do it happily. Things escalate over time, and he realises the two of you have truly become friends. The thought excites him, as he is closer to the object of his affection, but also because he doesnât have all that many friends outside of his work. With you, he has somebody to talk books with, and that means the world to him. You text daily, though theyâre not particularly long conversations, just whenever something comes up that you think might interest the other. Youâd originally given him your email address and heâd explained that he didnât use email. He felt completely silly, but youâd just shrugged it off and given him your number. Despite that, he still keeps the piece of paper onto which you scrawled your email address, tacked up by his seldom used computer. Just in case.
The team at the BAU tease him relentlessly when they find out about the âsweet girl from the libraryâ that he texts everyday. Any hint of him interacting with a woman, they latch onto like rabid wolves, but when the texts from you keep popping up on his phone now and then for weeks, they absolutely wonât leave it alone. They all know he likes you, even if heâs been very careful to not reveal this fact and they tease him about it. Heâs just glad youâre never there to hear it, as he might just die from the embarrassment. One week, while staying back from a case due to a mild cold, he sits in Garciaâs office and watches her work while he does his own. She had insisted he come keep her company, and he hadnât quite dared to tell her no. Heâs scribbling down some notes about the latest crime scene photos theyâve been sent through when Garcia receives a call. Itâs Morgan, asking her to run a check on an email address that may potentially belong to an unsub, to see what kind of accounts can be linked to it, and if thereâs anything untoward and potentially warrant-worthy. He watches over her shoulder as she types the email address into a program, which spits back out several accounts all over the internet. He rolls his chair over, watching curiously.
âHow do you do that? Is it for FBI stuff only?â he asks nervously, twirling a pen around in his fingers. Garcia laughs and glances over her shoulder.Â
âNo, you can find programs to do this in various places online,â she answers, highlighting accounts of potential interest. He nods, still watching over her shoulder, working his lip between his teeth. He tries to convince himself that heâs not going to do it, even as he asks Garcia to write him down one of these websites. She gives him a knowing look but obliges. He keeps telling himself he wonât do it, and that itâs creepy as he gets the train home, but as soon as heâs in his apartment, he heads for his computer and boots it up. He searches up the site that Garcia recommended and tells himself one last time that he isnât going to do it, before copying your email address into the search field and hitting enter. He waits as the website loads the results, glancing at the door to his apartment as if youâre going to burst in and tell him off. Oh, how he wishes youâd be in his apartment one day, or he at yours. Heâs never really wanted to share a space before, but lately, everything he does he imagines what it would be like to have you there. Your arms around him as he cooks, your head on his lap as he watches TV, your body against his in the bed. The website finishes its search and he takes a deep breath, investigating the results. There are various common social media websites, accounts with academic journals (which he appreciates you for), and a couple of other sites he doesnât recognise. He clicks on the first and furrows his brows. Fanfiction? He supposes that you are a voracious reader like he is, and you mentioned liking to write, but never admitting to what you wrote. This was it then, was it? Your secret writing? It wasnât that secret, the account was registered in your name, all the works listed being for books and media that you talked about often. You had quite a decent following, at least in his eyes, you were no celebrity, but you had a decent collection of comments and likes.
He starts to read, beginning with your most popular piece. He digests it in moments, his cheeks burning bright. It was pure pornography. Well not purely, there was quite a well-woven storyline behind it, but the focus was undoubtedly the filthy sex scenes. He loosens his tie, feeling hot. He double and triple checks that this is definitely your account, but it clearly is. Heâs feeling a little disbelieving, you had just always seemed so innocent to him, but he supposed the two of you had never discussed sex in any way. Spencer would have combusted if it had ever come up. He inhales the rest of your work, getting unreasonably hard in his slacks as he reads. Heâs impressed by the skill of your writing, but more than anything, by how delicious your imagination is. Itâs like youâve plucked every fantasy heâs ever allowed himself to have out of his brain and written it up with beautiful flowery language. He doesnât know half of the characters that youâve written for, but it doesnât matter to him, as he imagines the two of you in their places and it works perfectly. Almost like it was written with the two of you in mind. He discards that thought, but not before noticing that youâve been writing a lot more in the past few months youâve known each other. He notices how many of your stories centre around a more submissive male, a favourite trope of yours seeming to be having the female partner sit on their face. He imagines you sitting on his face and groans aloud, having to palm his bulge through his slacks. He imagines youâd be like the protagonists in your stories, dominating but kind. He reaches into his slacks to stroke himself, not something he does often, but something that has certainly been more frequent lately. His eyes skim a passage of one of your stories as he tugs at himself, picturing your face between the words. He cums harder than he thinks he ever has because this feels that much closer to the real thing. Once heâs done, he sits catching his breath, staring at the mess on his hand and stomach. He thinks he should feel ashamed, but heâs still aroused, terribly so. He wishes he could show you what you do to him. Before he can stop himself, his aroused brain much less intelligent than he usually is, he makes an account on the site with his name and leaves a comment on your most recent work.
âThis was the hottest thing Iâve ever read,âÂ
He sends it and sits back, wiping the rest of the residue off his stomach. As the haze of arousal lifts, he realises what heâs done. Panicking, he tries to delete the comment, but thereâs no option to. He swallows, taking a deep breath. Itâll be okay, he tells himself, if she ever notices, Iâll pretend I was just being sarcastic, teasing her for writing this kind of thing, not genuinely rocked by it. However, his phone is already ringing. Itâs you. You never call. You couldnât have seen the comment already, could you? He seriously debates not answering, even as heâs desperate to hear your voice. Against his better judgment, he picks up the phone.
âAm I speaking to SpencerReid1981?â you chuckle over the phone, your voice teasing as you recite his username. His plans to pretend he was mocking you go out the window the second you talk. He can tell you have one over him by the confident tone in your voice. Youâve had one over him since the day you first met.Â
âY-yeah,â he relents, seeing no way out of this now. What would the chances be of another Spencer Reid born in 1981 having commented on your fanfiction? If he wasnât so nervous and lingeringly aroused, he couldâve told you. He decides to just be earnest. âYouâre a really good writer,â
âHow did you even find me on there?â you scoff, laughing gently. He blushes, glad you canât see it.
âYou donât want to know,â he mumbles. Thereâs a moment of silence.
âSo⊠you found it hot, huh? What part?â he chokes slightly on his spit, going bright red, you can probably tell, even through the phone.
âDonât make me say it,â he squeaks. You hum softly on the other end.
âOh come on⊠you started all this,â you coax. Heâs silent for another beat, you hear his laboured breaths on the phone.Â
âThe- when- when she uh⊠sat on his face,â he stutters out. You smirk.
âReally?â you stretch out the last syllable in a playful manner. âYou a big giver then?â you say it to tease him, expecting him to sputter and deny it, to beg to change the subject, but he doesnât.
âIâ I would be for you,â you both go silent, you in shock and him in fear of your reaction. Youâre dumbfounded that he would ever be so direct with you. Itâs been clear to you for a while that he has a thing for you, youâve caught his lingering looks on your lips or your thighs, the way youâre able to fluster him, but youâd assumed heâd dance around it forever. Heâd just essentially admitted, leaving it hanging in the air.
âCome over,â you answer simply, hanging up the phone before he can ask questions or change his mind. Spencer feels completely dumbstruck by your words. Come over? His legs are carrying him to his door before he can think about it. He grabs his bag and his coat and hurries to his car. Heâs never driven so fast in his life, heâs only been at your place once, to drop you off after your work, but the way there is memorised like the back of his hand anyway. He worries in the back of his mind that he may get a speeding ticket, but any fine is worth it for you. Heâs sprinting up the stairs of your apartment building, his long frame moving nimbler than ever before. He reaches your apartment and knocks at the door.
You answer the door, dressed in some loungewear and he suddenly realises how real this all is. He stands there staring, unable to do anything else, even as you greet him and tell him to come in. You have to take his arm and pull him inside, your hand on his arm lighting him on fire. But heâs shy again, he needs you to take control of this because he has no clue what heâs doing here. Heâs never done something like this before, and he's never been so reckless. Did he even lock the door when he left home? You look so beautiful that everything could be stolen from him and he wouldnât bat a lash. He fidgets, looking anywhere but your eyes. Youâre talking to him but he canât figure out what youâre saying, his brain feeling like mush. He tries his best to pick out some words from the pleasing hum of your voice. Youâre saying something about your bedroom. He connects the dots when you start to pull his arm.
âWha- wait, what are we doing?â he asks, his voice shaking. You freeze, tilting your head.
âWhat do you mean what are we doing?â
âI meanâ uhâ I wasnât reallyâ are weâŠ?â he stammers, his fingers fidgeting.Â
âDonât you want this?â you frown, worrying youâd misread this somehow, even though heâd come rushing over here. He stares at you, eyebrow twitching. You move closer, gently smoothing your hand up his arm. He closes his eyes, losing himself in it.
âYeah,â he breathes, even though heâs not entirely sure what heâs agreeing to. Whatever it is, if itâs preceded by you touching him like this, it must be good. He follows you like a puppy as you guide him to your bedroom. You place your hands on his chest and he whines, somewhere deep in his throat. The feeling is just so overwhelming in all the best ways. His eyes are wide staring down into yours as your fingers twist, gripping his sweater vest. You lean up, touching your lips to his and heâs whining again. He kisses back, his hands finding your hips, hovering. Your hands are raking through his hair.
âLie on the bed for me,â you mumble between kisses. He shivers.
âAre you going to sit on my face?â he asks bluntly, needing to know if heâs getting what heâs been thinking about non-stop since earlier this evening, probably even before that. You chuckle at his candour, heâs always been like this and itâs endearing that heâs no different in this situation.
âThatâs the idea,â you grin, tilting your head to the side to press closer as you kiss him. He shuffles toward the bed and you push him back to lie down, disconnecting your lips to pull his sweater vest off. He looks up at you pleadingly until you lean down to kiss him again. You straddle his stomach, his hands lie awkwardly at his sides. His breathing is erratic and his fingers fiddle nervously with the material of your sheets. âYou okay?â you ask between slow wet kisses.
âJust nervous⊠I donâtâ I canât disappoint you and Iâ I donât really have a lot of experience here,â he admits, his lips pressing needily against yours between words.Â
âItâll be fine, Iâll take care of you,â you promise, he nods against you. Even heâs surprised by how much he trusts you. You pull back, watching as he stares up at you, his eyes practically black. Heâs panting heavily. You pull your shirt over your head, feeling his hips buck under you as your breasts come into view. Heâd always known every inch of you would be perfect for him, and he was right. He was a genius after all. You move just enough to shed your pyjama pants, taking your underwear with them. You stuff your panties into Spencerâs slack pocket with a wink. He takes a shaky breath.Â
âThank you,â he exhales, eyes drinking you in. You giggle, shuffling up to straddle his chest. He swallows loudly, his mouth watering from the little glimpse he can get, craning his neck. âIâm so⊠glad weâre doing this,â he whispers. You chuckle again at his behaviour. You stroke his hair gently and his eyes flutter. He usually hated unexpected touch, but everything you did was blissful.
âReady?â you ask softly. He nods, eyes fluttering back open, determined to get a glimpse of you that he can commit to memory.Â
You lift up and shuffle yourself over top of his face. He gasps like heâs just seen God. You, spread open above him, glistening with want. He grips tightly at the sheets, trying to keep himself grounded as the heady smell of you fills his nose. He leans up and places a gentle, experimental kiss on your folds, whining as he does so. You hum softly, leaning forward to brace yourself against the headboard. Puffs of breath wash over your core for a moment, before Spencer leans up, flattening his tongue and laving it against you, up and down, slow and steady. You can tell heâs still finding his way, so you let yourself enjoy the gentle pleasure. You sigh encouragingly as he gets acquainted with the area, exploring it with the tip of his tongue. Never in a million years would he have guessed that you tasted so good. Though he was new at this, he knew anatomy well and knew the spots heâd be looking for. His tongue finds what he assumes to be your clit and he gives it a soft kiss, feeling your hips gently buck. Success. He swirls his tongue carefully around it, not wanting to overwhelm you. Your sighs increase in volume. Spencer takes a chance, lifting his hands and wrapping them around your thighs, pulling you down so youâre more seated on his face. You gasp slightly and he smiles, eagerly returning to his work. His tongue laps at you hungrily, getting into a rhythm. He breathes through his nose, not wanting to stop what heâs doing for even a moment. The taste of you gets stronger and stronger against his tongue as you approach your peak steadily. He groans at the taste. Your hand snakes down into his hair, gripping his long locks to keep yourself anchored. You moan above him, your head lolled forward against the headboard. As he starts to focus his tongue more pointedly on your clit, flicking gently like he read to do in a book once, your hips rut slightly.Â
âSuck it,â you pant. He doesnât register your words for a moment but when he does, he happily complies. His lips close around the little nub and he sucks carefully. Your hand tightens in his hair and you wail in pleasure. You grind yourself down onto his face as he suckles at you gently. You both know whatâs coming and while Spencer is thrilled he could get you there, he almost doesnât want it to end. Itâs as if you read his mind. âDonât stop,â you whine, your eyes squeezed shut, nails digging slightly into his scalp. He pulls you closer to his face, focusing all his efforts. He switches fumblingly between licks and sucks, but it seems to be working nonetheless as you become louder and louder. âOh! Spencer!â you cry out, your whole body shuddering. He almost comes in his pants at the sound of it. âOoooh!â you wail, reaching your peak. Your body tenses and then releases, going limp with bliss. His lips stop moving and he stares up at you, waiting for your next move. âOh, that was amazing Spencer,â you sigh, sluggishly moving down his body until your faces are level. He licks his lips, gazing at you adoringly. You reach up to wipe his wet chin with a small smile.
âI was okay, then?â he chuckles nervously, his hand coming to your waist, a little unsure.
âWhat do you think, genius?â you tease, kissing his temple. He sighs and flutters his eyes closed. Everything had happened so fast, he wasnât sure what this meant for the two of you and your friendship, so blinded by lust when he got over here. But you were kissing down his jaw and neck, not indicating that you were kicking him out, and he felt a little better for it. He notices that your lips are straying quite low, over his chest and stomach through his shirt. His eyes flutter open and his breath hitches as he sees you gazing seductively up at him.
âWhaâ?â he stammers as you start to unbuckle his belt.
âReturning the favour,â you smile, pressing kisses where his shirt had ridden up. He moans softly, his brain starting to turn to mush once more.
âGod, I love you,â he gasps. You both go still for a moment as his words sink in. He canât believe he just said that, especially right now, with your head hovering over his crotch, even if he desperately means it. He opens his mouth to try and fix this but you beat him to it. You press a kiss just below his belly button.
âI love you too,â
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xoxoxo
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â r. cameron / reader
warnings: DUBCON â rafe roofies and then rapes reader / unprotected PinV / misogyny / mention of drugs (cocaine & roofies) / mention of virginity / inspiration taken from maddy & nate (euphoria)
synopsis: rafe cameron x fem!reader⊠sometimes rafe needs to slip a girl a little something at a party to get some, and whereâs the shame in that if he knows they want him anyway, theyâre just too prudish to admit it.
After youâve successfully been dosed, he makes you sit on his lap for lack of space on the couch so he can rock you on his knee until youâre tired, delirious, and horny enough to be lifted upstairs, legs dangling against his broad back while you hiccup and giggle next to your upside-down view of his chest.
His nose is numb from the coke and his brain heady, one could argue almost as inebriated as you. But the lines make him oversaturated, not cock-dumb like what he slipped you â eager hands already pawing at his zipper and coming to a fumbled close around the metal just before youâre tossed onto a bed, spread aloof like the crumpled sheets.
âYouâre sooo nice to me Rafe.. when all the other guys were sayinâi shoulda gone home,â you end with a belligerent nod of your head, slurring throughout and biting your lip in sexless embarrassment, chewing the skin raw enough to reflect your torn consciousness instead.
Rafe simply smirks, chin protruding outwards while his eyes flit between your thighs peeking through your overridden dress and your tits falling out of the frilly décolletage.
âYou a virgin?â
âMhmâ you lie, despite the reeling dizziness occupying your headspace. Besides, nobody likes a whore â especially not rafe, uninterested in âstretched out pussyâ as you vaguely recall from his earlier conversation crowded around friends.
He approaches closer now, knocking your trembling knees apart with one of his beefy thighs, bulge forward and creasing in his pants as your dialogue gets him hard already, imposing his physicality in all its glory: âWhat likeâ youâve never even been fingered before?â
You shake your head, tousling curls before staring back up at him, âOnly my own.â
To that he chuckles, the noise grating and stunted when he uses it as an excuse to adjust himself in his pants, drawing his chest down further until heâs now hovering above you.
âUh yâknow,â he tongues at his cheek, âI could take care of that for you, practically all spread open anâready huh?â
Like it wasnât his plan to get you dumb and stuffed by the end of the night, even if it meant bringing out his inner brute, he was taller, faster, stronger â he could do it if he really wanted, but he made it easy for you instead. Could feel the roofie worming its way into your consciousness, jamming rationality and flooding you with hedonistic desire that would trigger your sex endorphins and make it so that you would want this, that he could brag about it without you opening your bitch mouth the next day and claiming ârapeâ; an ugly word anyways, coming out harsh in a spit, nothing like what rafe was doing to you, especially not with the way you were looking at him.
Your mouth opens, then closes, seemingly flailing on confirmation when really your jaw is getting slack and numb, and so you feel encouraged to nod instead, the movement making your thoughts go all bubbly, refracting Rafeâs glinting eyes at your âconsentâ.
He wastes no time with prep, shoving your dress up so itâs tucked over your tits, basal temperature remaining warm and stuffy despite the exposure to cool air. A good indicator though, means rafe can tell itâs working, and just how long he has before you might start struggling.
When he pulls himself out of his shorts itâs surprising, of course, everything about him is pretty, one would expect a tangible reflection of the cruelty on his features but instead, his dick looks cutesy, if not for the intimidating size.
Spit trickles harshly down his palm when he wraps a hand around himself, tugging quickly and using both his legs to split you around his midriff, leaking and achy despite the inattention youâve received.
âYou want this dick so fuckinâ bad huh,â he laughs at the puddle of arousal leaking out underneath you, considers swiping a finger into it to stick into your mouth but he doubts youâd be able to breathe right now if he interfered with the half catatonic features on your face, and itâs not like heâs out for that type of violence anyways (or at least not right now).
When he pushes himself inside youâre silent, pupils retreating in favour of a squeal â ironically a very Rafe-esque trait â while Rafe bites down into his cheek and rolls his palm over your chest to ease the pressure of the fit.
âThought the roofie woulda loosened you up a bit..â mumbled out while his stomach clenches, now bracing his entire heavy arm across your abdomen and pinching skin when you involuntarily quiver at the weight, âYou can take it câmon.â
He thrusts hard and uncoordinated, fucking like he knows heâs hot, or at least how many more pills he has left in his stash. Knocking against your insides and entirely focused on the way his dick feels, knowing how easily he could move onto another victim, and just how much he wants to enjoy you in particular before itâs over.
Sweat clings to both your bodies, the slick getting louder when each thrust manages to pound a squelch out of you, spattering against the sheets or catching on Rafeâs balls to stick the both of you together with messy tendrils.
Youâre pliant, let him move your legs so your ankles entwine behind his back, heavy hand locking them together and giving you both little breathing room; just enough for him to spill obscenities straight into your emotionless face with hot, sticky breath â he laughs, manically and seemingly at his own joke, before deciding to share it with you, âjust donât go running âbout me âassaultingâ you right. You wanted this, not my fault my cockâs so good the slut has to go dumb hmm?â mocking you with a teasing lilt and a raised brow.
You pat at his swollen chest, itâs all you can manage to do, urgent to get him off you, give you a little space atleast. He only shoves himself in further, lips puckering to sloppily catch yours, saliva straying down your chin and jaw instead.
Your outright discomfort seems to get him going even more, thrusts increasing in increment despite becoming more careless, tip catching your clit when he slips out and hurries to stuff it back in.
When his face pinches up, brows tensed and nose furrowed, you can tell heâs going to cum, the friction between your bodies almost unbearable with the heat that suddenly envelops him.
A slew of curses are hissed out, casual vulgarity being one of Rafeâs favourite expressions of self, and then heâs pulling out and wrapping a fist around himself to paint your tummy white. Ropes shooting watery on your tummy and painting him a proud picture.
He shakes himself off on you a final time before tucking his wet dick back into his briefs, cleaning himself up entirely unbothered by the dissected mess of you laying drugged and fucked out on the bed.
âMy head feels funny.â
âYeah, thatâs cause I fucked it out of whack.â He says it serious but you can imagine his upturned lips at his own sick sense of humour.
âWhere are you going?â you sit up groggy, chest tight.
âUhh, back downstairs, got some more yayo I needa lay offâ you can stay here or.. wherever, doesnât matter.â
He has the decency to shut the door fully when he leaves, yet youâre still alone and forced to lay in the waste of one of Rafe Cameronâs nights out.
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The Brightest, Most Splendid, Most Resplendent Flame Reborn
"Even in the complex tapestry of Teyvat's night sky, such a dazzling constellation is seldom seen. Its scorching radiance is as though it wants to burn a hole in the very fabric of the sky itself. When it finally becomes a shooting star streaking toward the horizon, that fire will kindle even the deepest, coldest nights into brightest day."
âSighed by "B" during a divination
"Mavuika? Ohh! You mean the one who competed with me in the Stadium of the Sacred Flame! Hahaha, you'd think an Archon could hold their liquor better than that! Uh... what? They said I got wasted first? No freaking way, not a chance! That day, I was... uh, hang on a sec, now why did I go see the Pyro Archon that day again...?"
âVarka's response to Alice's question about the results of the "meeting" in Natlan, as he scratched his head in thought
â Name: Mavuika
â Title: Night-Igniting Flame
â Natlan's Radiant Sun
â Gnosis: Pyro
â Constellation: Sol Invictus
Now, how to introduce her? The bearer of "Kiongozi," Mavuika, a leader completely worthy of leading the people of Natlan.
The woven scrolls and epics record all the most legendary of ancient deeds. Great heroes emerge, one after the other, and glory is passed down from generation to generation, and she has never failed to live up to such heavy expectations.
She who shoulders the title of the "strongest," she who respects all beings, be they strong or weak, and treats all equally.
For this, the people love her, sing her praises, and follow her willingly, with all their hearts.
Each time, when she addresses the Pilgrimage of the Return of the Sacred Flame, her hair flutters with the Sacred Flame as her majestic voice rings in our ears.
She casts her inspiring gaze upon every warrior, every Saurian. She calls upon every flame of Natlan, uniting all fires into a bright light to drive away the darkness.
As we support each other, stumbling through the valley of the long, boundless night, wiping the tears from the corners of our eyes, and finally struggle to lift up our heavy headsâ
We see naught but that unwavering, unchanging red, like the sun rising in the east.
What did she sacrifice? What did she give up? What kind of will has led her to this day?
We have no doubt that she will lead Natlan to yet another victory.
Our Sun will never set.
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Where the Lamb does not Belong.
You're isekai'd into the world of Honkai Star Rail. Thankfully, you're taken into the Astral Express and continue your journey peacefully, until you reach Penacony. Something, or someone, seems to be causing your system to continually crash. Perhaps it's because you did not belong here at all.
Warnings: yandere, obviously. Uh, mentioned fracture(?)
A/n; reader is a tad forgetful and can brush off a few things, and get distracted slightly easily. But for the most part, i think it won't ruin the immersion. Its my first time writing something "self aware" related, and something like a character breaking the 4th wall. I really love these tropes but rarely write them. I hope i did it well. Its roughly 4.5k long. Enjoy.
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âAce!â
âIt's not ace.â
âUno!â
âMarch, you're supposed to say it after you put down your second card.â
âOh, sure.â
âŠ
âMarch, it's not your turn.â
âHuh?!â
You giggle, listening in on their banter. You're leaned up comfortably on Dan Heng's back, messing around with a level on Stelle's phone she hasn't been able to beat.
You hear a loud groan, a fwop as March drops on her back onto the bed,
âThis is so confusing!â
âThe rules are simple, you're just trying to rush things.â
Dan Heng takes the cards and settles them, tapping them vertically to level and gather them onto the little table. You stretch your neck to look back and catch a glimpse of March sulking. Stelle gently pries the phone out of your hands as you do so.
âHey let's go through our photo album again!â
âIt's the 6th time this month.â
You chuckle, getting up from Dan Heng's back as you feel him shift, moving over to situate yourself around the table aswell, the the bed dipping under your weight.
âI knew you were into photography but wow, this is something, March.â
You say, leaning over on the table, your elbow resting on it as your chin rests on your palm,
âWell, you better be grateful âcause I just finished up your entry!â
âMy entry?â
You blink, confused,
âShe's been dutifully taking pictures of your progress as a new member of the Astral express. I've.. learnt from experience It's better that you don't try to stop her.â
You laugh awkwardly, staring down as March excitedly flips through the photo book. It's a bit embarrassing now that you recall.
âHere! Look, look, look! I caught [name] in all their glory!â
âMarch..â
You awkwardly laugh, as Dan Heng looks over at the photo March points to in her photobook,Â
You cringe as you see your own expression, dull and groggy, a stark contrast to the bright letters and stickers decorating the edge of the photo that's glued tightly onto the page. You're drooling, to top it off.
âHehe, [name] looks cute here don't they?!â
March points down to another photo right below, blurry in the midst of action. Your hazy figure is sitting up on a bed, Stelle draped over your lap while in charge of watching over you when you first appeared.
âI should have stayed to watch over, instead.â
Dan Heng comments under his breath, glancing back momentarily at Stelle, her chin hooked over his shoulder after having abandoned the game, seemingly more interested in the collection.
You chuckle softly,
Where did it begin exactly?
You boarded as an official member of the Astral Express about a few months ago, a gold brooch handed over to you, and many new faces who welcomed you onboard. You remember being home one day, going to sleep and hoping, just hoping that all of your worries and stress would just.. disappear. Your head hit the pillow and then-
You woke up. Here.
Suddenly you woke up in the very game you played to relieve your stress. Ironically, that moment you woke up was one of your most stressful memories, panicking at the situation you were inâ
âAw, dang it. I got defeated.â
All of you look over to Stelle, and to the red screen on her phone. You chuckle, as March sighs and shifts the topic.
You yawn and settle back onto the bed, leaning on a pile of pillows as March and Dan Heng continue their banter, taking this time to go through your stats, swiping and tinkering on your phone.
You've reached a higher level now. Having unlocked many items and even levelled up some basic features which allowed you to at the very least, defend yourself.
You read through the archived stories, gazing over all the past dialogue you've shared with this trio from the âmain questâ ever since you boarded. Your friendship level with many had increased gradually over time, and shot up with the trio, as expected.
â[Name]..â
Stelle whines, pushing her phone back to you. You giggle, taking the device from her hands,
âAlright, I won't get distracted this time.â
-
This was your first expedition as a new member of the Astral Express. Which didn't help considering you were going into Penacony of all places.
You were nervous â how was your presence going to alter the timeline? Maybe a less âon screenâ role like Himeko's? Or maybe you should have just stayed back with Dan Heng? But the experience, materials and all sorts of gizmos Penacony was going to offer.. It was too tempting.
And here you are, in the lobby. Himeko and Welt continue negotiating with the young woman at the reception. You were already on edge, but it seemed things just had to go wrong as well.
To distract yourself, you fidgeted and anxiously viewed the prologue to Penacony the system had just offered to you, repeatedly scrolling up and down on your phone, tapping your foot, pacing around the hotel a bit whenâ
A hand came up to your shoulder.
âIt seems you're quite worried.â
You looked back.
It's Robin.
âSorry, uh, we're.. having difficulty with the check-in and..â
You momentarily trail off, almost lost as you look at Robin. Her in game model was beautiful, but now that you're standing in front of her, it's almost.. mesmerising. Her eyes are beautiful â deep and ethereal. Pretty pink lips and softly dusted cheeks, her hair wispy and framing her face just the right way. You're awestruck for a moment, before panicking and snapping out of your daze.
You're at a hotel lobby for aeonsâ sake!
âO-Oh, uh, my family isââ
You turn over to see Himeko and Welt continuing to go back and forth with the young woman at the reception, and turn again to see March and Stelle slightly off in the corner talking anxiously.
âThey seem lovely.â
Robin smiles at you. And suddenly, your eyebrows and shoulders relax. Your jaw slightly slacks. Something about Robin seems to soothe you more than you ever thought.
Your eyes trail over to the bar in the corner;
Friendship level: 0
Right. She's still a stranger, in this timeline of events.
You're snapped out of your thoughts momentarily as another, unfamiliar voice speaks up from the crowd â a blonde man, addressing your fellow trailblazers.
This can't be good.
You walk up, regrouping with March and Stelle as they watch it all happen.
â
The golden hour was a familiar map to you, particularly because you'd loved exploring the place back when you used to play.
But actually being there is stunning.
The yellow lights brighten up the night-like atmosphere in a beautiful, classy way. It's almost as though you're in an old film, the way everything around you is hazy and glowing. There's laughter in the background and shimmering lights somewhere in the distance, drinks and the smell of food occasionally wafting in the air from corner cafĂ©s or so. You wander, awestruck at the sight of the landscape whenâ
You bump into someone, a small sound leaving you at the impact.
You look back to take a look at the stranger - more to try and ground yourself into this âdreamâ and your current reality. You were in Penacony. And all of this was physically interacting with you, regardless of how miniscule you must be. Whether you would have been reincarnated as a Cafe owner, or an NPC, or anyone else. As long as you were on Penacony, you were going to be a part of Sunday's grand plan.
You zone out, the hazy cacophony of ecstasy in the background blurring in the crowded space of your mind, thoughts overarching and bubbling up.
Beep!
You look at your phone, buzzing as quests pop up. You take a moment to look around the various shops, before your eyes land on a cozy cafe.
It wonât hurt to rest for a moment.
â
âShit, shit, shit..â
You curse to yourself, frantically tapping on the screen and trying to fix this mess.
âJustâ cooperate damn it..!â
Your teeth gnaw at your lip, biting and peeling off bits of the skin. It stings, but in your anxious state, you barely pay mind,
Why was the system not cooperating with you?!
None of your teleportation points worked, you weren't levelling up, barely any of the trinkets given by completion of quests were being used up! It was rudimentary junk in your inventory and now for some god awful reason, your entire system was going haywire!
System error: freespace is occupied!
System error: unavailable tab
System error: unable to access tab
System error: unable to complete..
âYeah, yeah I got it you little-â
âIs something the matter?â
You gasped under your breath, a chill shooting up your spine as you turn around,
âNo, no! Nothing, haha just.. uh..â
You awkwardly shuffle, pretending to look into your bag,
âYou seem to be having trouble.â
Sunday's poised figure contrasts your sweaty, nervous, fidgeting one, as you only panic more at his words.
âOh, just.. well.. itâs my first time visiting another world, so..â
âAh, first time jitters? Iâm faintly familiar.â
You chuckle awkwardly, but your humour doesn't seem to be exactly matched. Sundayâs smile doesn't widen or lessen, and neither does he chuckle. You realise how uncanny he looks in the dim lights of the Golden Hour barely illuminating his face in the alley.
âYou seem to have been separated from your group. Would you like me to accompany you on your way back?â
âSureââ
Warning: you are currently interacting with an influential figure. Proceed with caution.
â..you seem hesitant.â
You look at the glaring notification on your screen - akin to when an amber alert pops up, or when an earthquake warning resounds.
â..uh, I think.. Iâll be able to find them on my own. I should be fine.â
âI insist. As the representative and Spokesperson of The Family it is my duty to ensure the safety and relaxation of guests in the Dreamscape.â
Shit. This guy isnât giving in.
You hesitate, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead and grazing the top of your eyebrow,
Beep!
Optional: would you like dialogue suggestions to be displayed?
[Yes]
[No]
[No â do not ask again]
You sigh internally. At least this system knows how to assist you when you need it.
âShall we?â
Sunday beckons you to follow, as the pop-up blinks away, before you get the chance to select.
Thereâs no getting out of this. Youâre just gonna have to suck it up and be careful.
â..sure.â
-
Sunday doesnât remember when it exactly began.
Strange patterns, predictable dialogues, and the anomalies that occured..
Right after Sunday discovered your name.
He watched as the cup from the trash pile slipped and fell onto the pavement. Your name was written on it â messily and hurried. The cup rolls down a bit before hitting the side of his shoe. Sunday watched it with indifference, opting to simply move it aside before he spotted it. Your name. But it wasnât supposed to be.
An alias? Maybe. It was different than the name administered in your profile.Â
He opted to push it back for later; but it was an interrupted thought as he walked ahead and watched you fiddle around with your phone, buzzing constantly as you cursed at it.
He breathes out, before deciding to approach you.
â
âAlone?â
âAlone.â
You respond, your eyes embarrassed and watching the various shuffling of feet in front of you, the crowd forming in front of the Rollercoaster you were too scared to go on.
Well, it's rather you haven't been able to go onto them.
Stelle and March offered you to join, and usually you'd be able to accept the invitation pop up, but as of recent, your system has been going haywire. The system probably narrowed down the scenarios you'd be allowed to participate in,in order to control the situation.
So you stood there, your mood dampened as you accepted that the system would not allow you to partake in the ride with your friends, shaking your head and telling them to go on instead, leaving you behind.
And Sunday saw all of it.
Or rather, just that you haven't gone onto the ride.
âAre you afraid of heights?â
âNo, nothing like that.â
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. Even if you were.. he's not exactly the person you'd tell it to, anyway. You ignore the buzzing of your phone as it displays the same warning, jaded and moody as you'd been denied a great opportunity to have fun.
â..there is a new bakery that's opened up in the corner. Would you like to visit?â
You blink, and look at him, confused. He seems to have understood your confusion, and follows up,
âUntil your companions have had their fill. Just for a cup of coffee.â
You hesitate, humming in contemplation. You look at the options displayed;
Options:
 ⥠âSure. Let's go.â
 ⥠âsorry, my husband's waiting for me on the express.
 ⥠âNo thank yâ
 System Error: no options available
You sigh. You really need to do something about these errors. You nod,
âSure. Let's go.â
âŠ
The bakery was warm, and lively. As soon as you entered, the faintly sweet smell of pastries and the waft of coffee enveloped you two. You gawked at the mesmerising scenery, while Sunday asked for an available booth that's more hidden from the public eye.
The seats were soft, and pliable as you took your seat, still taking in the view of the bakery. You hear Sunday clearing his throat and tapping the table, your gaze shifting to him. He points to the menu. You understand his cue and take to reading it, your eyes scanning the plethora of options as Sunday does the same.
âHave you.. been here before?â
âI have visited once in the past. With my sister.â
âAh, how is Robin?â
Your eyes settle on a particular option, as the silence between you two fills with comfortable conversation,
âShe has been well. Are you looking forward to her performance at the coming Festival?â
You blink as you realise. How could you forget? The entire reason you and the rest of the crew even came to Penacony! This was the guy who was gonna put everyone into a coma!
âO-Oh, uh, yes! March has been talking non-stop about it, so..â
You chuckle awkwardly, flustered as he caught you a bit off guard. He hums, his face indifferent and neutral as your words process in his mind.
âI suppose I shall expect you in the audience, then?â
âMarch will drag me to the front, so you'll probably get a clear view of me in my uncomfortable glory.â
That seems to elicit a small, soft chuckle from him, as his eyes land on a specific item on the menu, seeming to have decided his own liking.
âVery well. I'll look forward to it.â
Soon enough, a waitress comes up to the table, and begins taking your orders.
â
âIt does seem a tad scary, but the view is always beautiful in the Astral express.â
âI'm sure of it. It sounds wonderful.â
Sunday listens to you dutifully, as you continue talking. Somewhere along the way, your discomfort at the awkward silence between you two led to you talking and filling in the silence, your coffee cup hanging idly in your hands. One thing led to another, as both of you started talking about your childhood memories, tea flavours, desserts, and so on. You find Sunday has been easy to converse with. You'd been ignoring the constant buzzing of your phone â most likely achievements or quests that popped up constantly wherever you went.
You take another sip from your coffee as Sunday takes his initiative to talk, listening to him well, and chuckling slightly at one or the other thing.Â
âI came to know tea is supposed to be made with hot water, but by then I'd gotten accustomed.â
You giggle, slightly in disbelief,
âWell, do you like iced tea now?â
Sunday shakes his head,
âI prefer coffee, more than that. Perhaps due to needing it more than a preference..â
His eyes trail to your cup, as you hold it in your hands. You follow his gaze,
Is something wrong? He'd been glancing at your cup a few times now, but you didn't comment on it before.
âIs.. something wroââ
Your words are cut off as your phone loudly rings, making you almost fumble and drop your coffee as you hurriedly take your phone.
It's March!
Crap, you forgot.
âSorry, I uh..â
You scroll through the plethora of notifications, almost all of them missed calls and various texts.
âIt seems your companions were searching for you.â
You look up, as Sunday looks into the distance, Stelle and March running towards you.
â
It was strange how things progressed since you came to Penacony.
Some of your equipment took ages to level up, the others taking barely anything before they hit their maximum level. Your friendship level progressed pretty highly on some days, and barely moved an inch on other days.Â
Your friendship level with Sunday, on the other hand, shot up to a 5. Not even anyone on the Astral Express had that level.
You only noticed it a fraction before you cleared all your notifications at once, swiped away before your finger had the chance to tap on it.Â
Regardless, that wasnât your exact concern as of late. The story of Penacony had been well under way now, and things were starting to pick up.Â
As of recent, you haven't been able to remember the quest contents as much as you used to, only remembering enough in the last moment to avert an extremely bad decision â at least for yourself. Your own personal missions left you alive by a hair's breadth.
But if that didn't upset you â your crew did. The pressure of everything happening on Penacony seemed to have started to weigh down on your team, as they barely regard you anymore. You could technically blame it on the system â it's been trying desperately to revive and fix itself as the game progresses. You might be interfering with the inner workings, so you suppose it's only natural the game tries to limit your interactions with the world.
So for the most part, you've resigned yourself to be an NPC; walking around all of the tourist attractions, getting who knows how many cups of coffee, trying on various clothing items, and occasionally running into Sunday. The first few times, you awkwardly fiddled with your phone for optional dialogues, but as time went on, you felt more comfortable. Regardless, it's not like anything you say can technically avert him from his current plan. It's been in the schemes for who knows how long? As of now, it's less complicating to remain ignorant and act unknowing, and enjoying another walk with him as he surveys the Dreamscape. Considering how close you two might be getting, you'll probably end up telling him a few secrets from your past.
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âThe Grand theatre is Penaconyâs main attraction.â
Sundayâs face is illuminated by it in the distance, as he stands, staring at it. His voice is barely audible, seemingly as if he speaks to himself. But that idea is swept under the rug the moment he turns slightly to you.
When was this cutscene? You curse your memory, the fog of your mind still not cleared from when you first came to this world,
âHave you decided to attend?â
Truthfully, you didnât want to. Considering the story, you actually knew the event wasnât going to happen. But in the case it did..
Options:
 ⥠âIll be there first in line to enter.â
 ⥠âIm thinking about it.â
 ⥠âprobably not..â
â..I have.â
You hesitantly answer.
âYou havenât made up your mind.â
Sunday states, more as a fact than a question. You canât blame him, considering the hesitance apparent in your voice.
â..out of everyone, Iâd hoped you would have attended.â
The options flicker and appear, but before you can press and respond, he continues,
âI understand. How has your family been?â
He turns to face you, you stay silent for a moment, before humming and clicking on an option,
 ⥠âTheyâre alright.â
⥠âI hope theyâre all okay.â
 ⥠âI wouldnât really know..â
âAh, uh.. weâre all kind of in our separate ways right now, so.. I wouldnât really know.â
âI see.â
Both of you stand in silence, as you follow his gaze to the glowing theatre. After a moment, Sunday breaks his silence,
âWhen I was a child, I was particularly soft-spoken. Back then, Robin used to stand up for me frequently.â
Your ears perk up slightly. Is he talking about a childhood memory right now?
âOne day, she wasnât around, taking a few extra music lessons. The other kids were simply curious enough to take me in.â
You hum, listening to him intently. Your eyes gaze over his features â softly shaded by the cold light of the theatre, and illuminated by the yellow lights of the path.
âWe were all kids. One of them pulled and broke my wing that day.â
You gasp, involuntarily. Ouch.
But sunday only chuckles at your reaction, his eyes downwards and distant. You don't think he finds it funny.
âBut do you know? Right after that - they visited me. Day after day. Every step of recovery. Every recess when I had to sit back, they accompanied me. I thought about it recently. Humanity is worth saving.â
You stay silent, before smiling. The silence seems pleasant over you two, as you stare at the Grand Theatre in the distance.
âThat, is when human spirit and strife first piqued my interest.â
You blink, and turn to look at him, the smile on your face faltering,
âWhat must the weak, the misfortunate, and the falsely accused do to gain balance within this world?â
Youâre left speechless for a moment. It seems even the system cannot exactly provide you any dialogue options, as you glance over to your phone.
â..balance in the world isnât achievable, which is why the human spirit strives to fix it.â
You stay silent, listening to him.
âWould a bird that cannot fly be allowed to, simply because it yearns to? Would it be righteous of you, or of the bird, to allow the freedom and death of the vast sky? Is it still righteous, if you withhold its freedom?â
He inhales, slowly, speaking in a low voice, wavering.
âIs death the only comprehensible freedom life offers, beside slumber, to the weak? Is that truly freedom?â
Sunday turns to look at you â his golden eyes almost searing into your soul.
You break out into a sweat, panicking as you check your phone, desperately trying to find an option whenâ
 System Error: options not available
Shit, shit, shit. Holy crap. Can you even speak right now?
You're left silently staring at Sunday. He stares back before resigning to quietly look away.
You should leave.
â
Your memory seems to be strangely affected â either because you haven't been able to adjust to the new world, or you just haven't been able to adapt to Penacony.
You groan and slump into the couch of your room, in the real world. You keep forgetting to charge your phone â which isn't technically a hassle; you can access the same menu options, it's just more.. time-consuming. Not to mention you lose your only source of dialogue option pop ups.
How long has this been going on? You knew Penacony had a vast and complicated storyline, but living it feels entirely different. Feeling it is entirely bizarre. No wonder your head's spinning.
But thankfully, it should end soon. Your last quest is to face off Sunday in his boss form. You and your members have decided to meet up at the Grand Theatre, where the event will take place.
You place your phone into charging, and right on cue, March pops up into your room. She stumbles around your room a bit the moment you turn your back, even hear her drop and accidentally knock over some items on her way, simply laughing at the girl, as you continue packing up and preparing for the final âshowdownâ. You disregard her words, when she tells you she felt something push her.
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You're not sure when the next cutscene plays.
You're in the grand theatre; just having defeated Sunday, and collectively waiting to return to the Astral Express. This is when you meet Boothill and Black Swan, where she wakes you up using Misha as a fallacy within Ena's dream.
But you aren't waking up.
You've just been stranded in the empty grand theatre after the darkness lifted.
You try to turn your phone on â but its busted. March must have disconnected the plug when she stumbled across a few things.
You sigh, irritated and antsy, choosing to walk ahead and look warily at the mechanical statues. The quest description is empty; devoid of any explanation. The title is vague and doesn't indicate much. Are you stuck in the loading screen? What the hell is going on?
And just as you are about to shout out for help â Sunday appears. There he is, on the stage. But this time, there's no spotlight. He stares down at you, emptily. You're creeped out for the lack of a better word, feeling your skin crawl with every second he stares. The silence is paper thin and thickly dense at the same time; electrified with tension and the unknown.
He makes the first step, slowly descending down and towards you.
âYou are an outsider.â
System error: cannot process dialogue
âYou do not belong here.â
System error: cannot proceed further
âI do not belong here.â
System warning: further interaction in this context may lead to irreversible daâ
Sunday's hand rips through the warning, causing it to glitch violently, and disappear. You're scared, your throat constricting and your heart almost lurching out of your chest as he continues walking towards you, eyes searing into your soul,
âWe do not belong here.â
Beep!
 Options:
 ⥠We do not belong here
 ⥠I do not belong here
 ⥠You do not belong here
 ⥠We belong together
 â There is nothing else left for you here. You cannot turn back. There is no other option.
The screen glitches out, as Sunday stands before you, his hand reaching out,
âTell me. What is your name?â
You can't access anything â the menu, the quests, your inventory, nothing. You stare almost endlessly in horror, as Sunday speaks of your real name.
You shouldn't have used it on that coffee cup.
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Lifeless
Billy never knew that whenever he detransformed, Thavma stays in the mortal world. For example, one time, detransformed in an alley.
Billy: *touches down and detransforms before running off*
Marvel: *just standing there lifelessly, comparable to a turned off animatronic*
Someone, a tourist, stumbled in and took a video of him.
Tourist: âYo! This is Captain Marvel! I canât believe Iâm meeting Captain Marvel in real life!â
Marvel: *still standing there*
DTC: *watching this guy video Marvel, making fun of him*
Atlas: âWho is this⊠imbecile?â
Tourist: âUh⊠Captain Marvel?â *pokes him*
Marvel: *still unresponsive*
The tourist posted this video and not even an hour after the vid was posted, the JL pulled up.
Wondy: *looking up at Marvel with concern* âWhat couldâve happened? Iâve never seen him like this before.â
Supes: *also concerned* âDo you think itâs mind control? Some type of coma?â
Batman: *near the entrance of the alley putting some bat-tape (his version of police tape)*
Wondy: âBrother?â *grabs his shoulder to shake him* âBrother, please say something.â
They brought him back up to the Watchtower and put him in a medical bed. During all this, he was unresponsive. All the JLâs concern amped up.
Flash: *pacing by Marvelâs cot* âWhat are we gonna do? What are we gonna do? I didnât even know he could sleep! Is this his version of sleeping? Please tell me this is his version of sleeping.
Marvel: *blankly staring ahead like the lights are on but no ones home*
Batman: âFlash, you need to calm down.â *moves to put a hand on Flashâs shoulder*
MeanwhileâŠ
Billy: *running through an abandoned building and Shazams before jumping out a broken window and letting himself be hit by lightning*
Back at the WatchtowerâŠ
Flash: âHow can I be calm about this?! One of my best buddies is catatonic-â
The Watchtower suddenly shook hard, the lights flickering out and the power momentarily going down for a few moments. When they flicked back on after the back up generator turned on, Marvel was gone. He left only a Marvel shaped burn mark on the white sheets of the bed.
This sent the JL into a frenzy, searching the entire Watchtower because you donât just disappear like that-
Hawkgirl: *walks into the monitor room and does a double take when she sees the monitor for Fawcett and Marvelâs flying by* âGuys, look! Come here!â
JL: *all huddle around the Fawcett monitor*
For a moment, nothing happened, they just saw the city in all its glory. Then, they watched Marvel fly by with his signature happy grin like nothing was wrong. Like he hadnât just been in a medical cot, motionless, like a powered-down machine.
This happens again, later that day.
Marvel: *detransforms in that same abandoned building*
Billy: *makes his way home for the night*
Marvel: *left standing there*
The next day, early in the morning, the building was demolished because Billy missed a sign that said it was due for it that next morning. So, some Fawcitizens pulled him out and planted him on the sidewalk while one of the workers watched him. Him going catatonic is normal so they just make sure to put him somewhere safe and out of trouble until he somehow snaps out of whatever stupor heâs in.
Zeus: âThese modern humans would make great followers! Look at how they care for the boy!â
Mercury: âThey already practically worship Billy. I donât know if theyâll follow you, but theyâll probably follow him.â
Zeus: âYes, but Iâm technically apart of Billy, no? So technically theyâd still be my followers.â
That same tourist coincidentally came by and videoed Cap again, only to get their phone smacked out of their hand by the worker watching Cap. They still posted the, albeit shorter video. Naturally, they went to Fawcett, only, by the time they arrived, Cap was gone and flying about. They probed the worker watching him for a bit.
Worker: âWe just pulled him out of the rubble.â *juts a thumb behind him to the rubble*
That was extremely concerning to all of them so they went to go find Cap. They demanded answers as they were extremely concerned for their friend.
Solomon: âTell them itâs your version of sleeping.â
Marvel: âItâs just my version of sleeping. Trust me. Thereâs nothing to be worried about.â
Wondy: âAre you sure?â
Marvel: âUh huh.â *nods head*
Wondy: *sighs* âAlright then.â
As for how Billy knows none of this has happened? Heâs an oblivious little guy.
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The Language of Flowers
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: Spencer prepares a personalized gift for his first date with you Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.02k a/n: Itâs been a while and Iâve been very much under the weather lately but I wanted to finally let this out of my drafts to make way for new ideas! Not proofread. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! masterlist
Spencer could feel his calloused fingers shaking from the weight of making a mistake that would put him back to square one. He had been hunched over his dining table since the ungodly hour of five amâgrateful it wasnât a work day. He wanted to get this right.Â
No, he needed to get this right.Â
There was a sheen of perspiration that started to cover the crevices of his tightly wound body making him briefly wonder if this was what bomb squad members felt when faced with the choice of cutting between a blue and red wire.But instead of wires, he was cutting papers with such precision that only a Doctor would have during surgery.Â
A single bead of sweat made its torturous way down from his temple to his chin, hanging on the precipice as if threatening to leave itsâ teardrop mark on the colorful sheets scattered around the table.
He sighed, uncurling his hunched form, as the back of his palm wiped away the built-up sweat, eyes roving the crafted perfection laid in front of him.Â
When the concept formed in his expansive brain, he had entered research mode on which specialized papers would be best and, with the help of Garciaâs complied instructions via the web, he had started test run a week before this very special day.Â
Everything had to go rightâbe perfect for his very first date, one of the many, he hoped, with you.Â
The grandfather clock tucked between his bookshelves chimedâa quarter past four. He jumped from his musings, hurriedly rushing to change into his carefully selected outfit, all the while muttering a series of affirmations under his breath to ease his nerves.Â
He never thought heâd ever get the chance to ask you out. When he first ran into you, literally, you had this magnetic pull to his very being, as if you were his very source of gravity on Earth rather than Earth itself.Â
It was unlike anything he experienced before and if Spencer had to describe a best representation of smitten at first sight, it would be that exact moment when he spilled his coffee on you and you, head thrown back, laughing before flashing a sweet, saccharine smile that made him tongue-tied and bumbling.Â
That was a few years ago and youâve been a constant figure in his life ever sinceâalways lovely and radiant and him, always pining for a future he thought could never be.
He spritzed himself with the perfume youâve gifted, peppermint and cedar wood, before grabbing his personalized gift to commemorate the first date.Â
An origami bouquet of purple Morning Glory.
âââ
âHi,â you opened the apartment door. There was a hint of breathlessness behind your wordsâan effect of your ceaselessly pacing while waiting for him to arrive.Â
âYou look beautiful,â he dazedly whispered, cheeks coloring a shade of bright red. âIâuhm, these are for youââ he conjured the bouquet behind his back.
You gasped, warmth blossoming from your chest. âFor me?â
He nodded. âYou love flowers but youââ he cleared his throat. ââmentioned you get sad when they wilt so I made you eternal flowers. Is, is that alright?â
The corners of your gloss painted lips lifting up to a smile. The same exact one that got him hooked from the first look.
Your lack of reply did little to ease his trepidation, causing him to ramble. âUh, theyâre these flower called âMorning Gloryâ and they signify affection and new beginnings. Theyâre also one of your birth flowersâSeptember and actually in Chinese folklore, they represent âa single day for lovers to meetâ not that weâre lovers, yet I mean, at all but yeahâthey remind of you.â
âThatâs so sweet of you, Spence,â you step away from the entrance to let him in. âWhy donât you come on in, Iâll just place them on a vase.â
He shuffled inside after you, taking in the warmth and life your apartment evoked. The sunlight streaming in through the thin, almost translucent white curtains that light the place with softness. The precariously stacked books, half of the authors he had never heard of, beside your worn out beige sofa and a lively green plant that threatens to grow out of its pottery.
Everything felt homely.
Every piece reflected you.
âSorry it looks a little bit messy right now,â you rambled on, placing the origami bouquets on top of the living room tableâeffectively making it into a center piece.
He shook his head and laughed. âNo, no. It looks lived in, homely.â
âThatâs good to hear. Soââ you rocked back and forth on your heels. âShould we get going?âÂ
âYeah,â he opened the door and gestured with his arm. âLadies first.âÂ
The hallway was filled with giggles and shy glances as you went ahead and locked the apartment behind you. Life felt surreal ever since you uttered the word âyesâ to his ramblings on going out on weekend market date. He briefly wondered if he had to clarify his invitation as a âdateâ between two individuals that would like to broaden their relationship and not as a âdateâ between two platonic people. But your cheeks turned this candy pink in color before your sweet voice spelled out that it will be a romantic one and, in which case, he vigorously nodded.Â
âSo,â you started.
âSo,â he mimicked.
You laughed before slowly moving your hand towards his. The backs of your palms gently rubbing against each other, creating friction that sent his beating heart into overdrive. You bit your gloss pillowy lips before intertwining your pinky with his.Â
âIâm glad you asked me out,â you breathed out.Â
He tried to steady his breath, all of his fingers now intertwining with yours. âIâm glad you said yes.â
âAs if I could ever say no.âÂ
And when he let go of your hand to help you get in his vintage faded blue car, he reached out over the console to tangle it back together, finding the solace and comfort that he had hopefully and finally, found his forevermore partner.Â
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SoftDom!Suguru
Geto Finds Your Fanfic X Reader|Birthday One-Shot
the deets: uh, oh...girl, your boyfriend found your smut đ¶ w.c: 12.3k (look...it is what it is) tags: fem!reader, fanfic indulgence (reverse uno, reader is an ADDICTâSHOCKER), mention of smut which is so ironic, delulu reader has all her dreams come true with the dreamiest fucking boyfriend in the history of boyfriends, soft-dom power dynamic, clitoral and vaginal masturbation, spanking/impact, edging/orgasm denial, fingering, forced orgasm, mention of breath play, gagging and throat fucking, mention of wax play, rope/restraint play, overstimulation, use of vibrator, P in V, creampie, readerâs brain is scrambled as sheâs fucked into oblivion and âspaceâ (if you know you know), and most importantly, đđđCONSENT AND AFTERCARE IS SEXYYYđđđ angelâs note: i almost named this 50 Shades of Geto chat đ§đŸââïžâŠ|a SoftDom!Suguru inspo pic i came across while writing đ„Ž earworm đ: Freak in You|PartyNextDoor [Hoe|Jhene Aiko in video header]
Is this really the life I'm living?
Stifled moans threatening to spill over your puffy lips say yes.
That's less noticeable than the sharp, cool air kissing your aching nipples, though. Cute, little buttons that make your boyfriend's dick jump when he thinks about pinching them.
But neither compare to the coarse feel of the rope wrapped around your dainty wristsâcompeting for your attention and burning into your skin the more you grapple with it.Â
Remnants will be there for days. Intricate lines of art that mark your body and make your slutty little mind smile.
But only fear lives in your eyes looking into Suguru'sâhis face smug but stern.Â
A slight grin graces his lips as he raises his hand. âEyes on me.âÂ
And you hold your breath, knowing that itâll be 100 times worse if you look away, and wait for theâ
Holy fucking coW, this is not a drill this is nOT A DRILL.
You squealed watching the mail truck drive off from the post you'd been stalking for hoursâbarely containing yourself from tearing the package to shreds the moment it's in your hands after rushing back inside.
Weeks had gone by, WEEKS, waiting for the beauty so gracefully wrapped in a shimmery tulle. Delicately peeling it away, you practically creamed yourself the second you pulled it from its satin bag.
It was finally in your hands, your fingers tracing over the glossy cover and raised title, not believing you were finally witnessing it in all its glory. And God, that new book smell was like crack.
Isn't It Sweet?
You nodded, biting your lip, agreeing with one of your favorite authors of all time as you marveled at their latest limited-book release.
One of only 1000 copies.
You remember how shaky your hands were when you ordered it, having set 4 or 5 alarms to make sure you didn't miss out on the drop. But you probably should've won an award for the world's fastest order the way you secured the bag with the quickness. And after daydreaming about it for days, you wanted nothing more than to hug it into your chest like a newborn babe.
Anyone who knows you would agree and say you're an avid reader (as if your overflowing bookshelf isn't enough evidence.) Still, you would say you were maybe just slightly above averageâonly spending about 5 to 6 hours a day gluing your eyes to books and words. Fully immersing yourself in endless lives, worlds, and universes was nothing as long as the life was worth living. And you're no stranger to all kinds of genres.
The classics. Sci-Fy. Horror. Smut. Occasional non-fic and self-help because it pays to be well-rounded. Romance is often hit or miss, but it has its moments.
What?
Oh ya. That's right.
That said smut.
And oh baby, does it have its claws in you.
Especially when it comes to fanfic.
Are you the world's biggest nerd? Maybe not (that's a lie; you've cosplayed and been to a few conventionsâyou're too far in the trenches, beloved, and it's okay), but the second someone mentions anime, you almost break your neck to listen in. Waiting to see if your favs are mentioned.
With most of them, you come for the action, laughs, and often heartbreak. Your latest fav was a great example of all of the above and taking the anime world by storm. The storyline and PTSD you get from watching it are part of the reason why, but truth be told, it's mostly because of the real gems you get if you stay. Gracing the screen from the first episode to the last.
Drop-dead gorgeous fictional daddies.
Being ate up around the world for being too good to be true. And there are more than enough of them to build a harem all wrapped up in a cute, gory little bow.
And you're the baddest of the down bad.
But you're not alone.
Oh dear love, very, very far from it.
The simps are everywhere.Â
And you're the queen of Delulu Land, full of edits, cosplays, AUs, and art galore of anything you could ask for. And who could forget the stories?
Just the sheer amount of raw, raunchy, unsolicited smuttiness you get out of those is enough to make anyone sweat like a sinner in church. And you keep coming back for more.
It amazes you, the quality of content you get from those fandoms written by everyday people that even rival popular published works. But God, you can't even begin to imagine the sheer amount of batshit-crazy and unhinged energy it must take to think up and create such toe-curling filth.
Be there you were. Holding your second hardcopy fanfic that managed to make it off of the internet. About to shamelessly indulge your tastes once again.Â
It didn't help that the cover was positively delish. It had a dark and mysterious air that you instantly recognized and made you feel a little funny. The infamous style belonged to one of your fav fanfic artists, and you couldn't believe the collab of your dreams was real.
Your bath was about to be one for the books, and you wanted to wait until you were simmering in the tub to open it, but you just had to get a sneak peek of the author's note at least.
You laughed, expecting nothing less as you read the gaggorific but true words. They're so unserious.
But this bath was about to be.
Rosy scents filled the bathroom as you lit a few candles and drew your bath, sprinkling salts and tiny petals into the bubbles.
Anyone on the outside looking in would think you were preparing for a date, and in a way, they would be right, but this solo ritual was routine anytime you got your hands on a good, smutty story.
Sighing, you sank into the cloud of bubbles, your muscles instantly relaxing in the hot, steamy water as you exhaled your cares away and let your head fall back against the fluffy body pillow.
The water felt amazing, and you could spend forever soaking in paradise, but slowly, your face began to warm. Not just because of the sweltering bath curling waves of steam around your body but also because of the heady thoughts that floated through your brain when you remembered why you were there. And so you pulled the caddy into the tub, your heart fluttering as you set up your book and dove in.
Fruity notes coated your tongue as you sipped a new wine between scenes, warming not just your tummy but also your core. Desire steadily built as you flipped through the pages, eyes soaking up the words as the scenes played in your head like you actually had the privilege of being a voyeur of such vulgar moments.
Your hand absent-mindedly drew small circles on your neck the more you imagined and read about your fav fictional daddy. Hearing his voice, trailing your finger down your chest as you envisioned his sharp, sultry eyes. That face he makes when he's being a big, tough, serious guy and somehow your hand ended up between your thighs, fingers lightly tapping your gradually pulsing clit.
And fuck were you jealous.
Your fav warned you about being in her bondage and restraint era, but the OC was going through itâmanhandled and dealt with in a way that made your pussy throb until you couldn't take it anymore and slipped your fingers in to feed it.
Mewling, your fingers flexed inside you, feeling so warm inside your walls that ached so much you could feel a heartbeat when you dove in and outâmoaning and working to sync with the story's vulgar pleasures.
But no matter how romantic the atmosphere was or how turned on and desperate for release you were, your dainty fingers, as cute as they were, were simply no match for the level of smut between those pages, and soon you found yourself drunk and pouting. Failing to properly reach those deliciously sweet spots inside you and leaving you unsatisfied and craving the only thing you knew could actually give you what you needed.
Your boyfriend.
And you knew if the day ever came when he did even a smidge of the things you'd seen in that book, you'd absolutely fall apart in his hands while blubbering âthank youâ.
If only you weren't too chickenshit to just open your mouth and ask your angel of a boyfriend for it.
Suguru is such an, oh Godâ(insert animalistic noises)âyou could eat that man for DAYS.
But truth be told, you weren't the usually overly confident bad bitch that made boys fall to their knees with Suguru. In fact, when you first saw him around, you were actually very intimidated.
Right off the bat, everything about him was different, way different.
His casual but cunty style screamed curated but careless when he walked around looking like he was fresh out of a Japanese street-style magazine. Often dressed in dark, baggy clothing that added to his mellow, mysterious auraâonly to quietly flex on niggas by adding minimalistic but expensive layers of jewelry and accessories.
But what really made you weak the first time you saw them are the crown jewels that tie his look togetherâhis piercings. The one in his eyebrow made it look sharper when he raised it, and whenever he tucked a strand of hair, you'd notice his cuff earrings fitting snugly on his cartilage that perfectly complimented his gauges. Andâfuckâyou could go on and on for days about how you constantly had to resist the urge to smash your lips onto his just to feel his snakebites.
You were doomed.
There he was, this tasty but nonchalant, cool guy. Reserved. Exclusive. And picky.Â
Never ever ever in a million years did you think you could bag a walking piece of art like that.Â
Donât get it twisted; you are THEE shit and always the prize, but this time, it was less about looks and more about personality. And compared to Suguru? You were like a baby Powderpuff, sweet and bubbly, while he was a panther: sly, magnetic, and quick to ghost anyone who tried to get too close.Â
Hot and impossibly hard to get.Â
No wonder everyone wanted him.
Even without the competition, you were sure he probably had a thing for someone more his vibe, like big titty goth bitches, and you wouldn't blame him. Because sugar and spice just do not mix.
But fate had a funny way of humoring you, and one day you were unexpectedly thrown into each other's lives in a way that couldn't have been anything but the stars aligning.
The Panther and the Powderpuff.
Who knew you two would be a recipe for...perfection? And to your surprise, it was Suguru who latched on first, finding you simply addicting.
You were this vibrant, unapologetic good girl, sugary sweet and full of life, while he was this introverted yet magnetic loner, secretly craving someone to satisfy his sweet tooth.
Everyone else had been mere distractions, superficial, and a waste of his time.
But when the universe suddenly dropped you right into his lap, everything he thought he knew about loving someone changed.
The chemistry was undeniable and Suguru was selfish, wasting no time taking you off the market after only a few dates because the thought of you with anyone else made his stomach twist. But honestly, he had you hooked from, "Hello, my name is...", and ever since, you still find yourself unbelieving your luckâand the way he treats you.
From the unconditional princess treatment to every small or large sentiment you could wish for, Suguru does it all without hesitation. Knowing you deserve nothing less and leaving no room for anyone else to even try to compete. Often making you blush like a little schoolgirl who doesn't know what to do with herself because of his cool candor but loud love. Leaving you gagged and absolutely feral for him.
But it was simple for Suguru. He never questioned his instinct or need to have you. He just knew what he wanted, what he needed.Â
You.Â
You stir something deep in him, and heâs simply a slave to that insatiable urge to care for you in ways only he can.
Your sweet, raven-hair simpâalways waiting and ready for you to pepper his blissful face with kisses every time you love on each other. Leaving you with no doubts that heâs yours and youâre his.
And he constantly reminds you that he can and will match your freak as his hands never seem to be able to stay off of you just as much as you think about sinking your claws into him. Â
You practically jumped at any opportunity to have your way and slut out that man in all his panty-dropping gloryâwhen he lets youâbut you firmly drew the line at vanilla.
In a perfect world, you could live freely as the truly unhinged and slutty succubus you were and let this man dictate your every waking moment, body, and soul however he pleasedâjust like many of the books you obsess over.Â
But you couldnât risk scaring off your dream man with your Freak-a-leek fantasies.Â
You had to be quiet with it.Â
There was no way Suguru would be into that stuff.
Besides, itâs not like you were missing much.Â
Suguru and Satisfaction go hand-in-hand, and your oh-so-thoughtful boyfriend is damn-near dedicated to making sure you spend your nights repeatedly moaning his name. Whether itâs by slurping you up with his tongue just for a taste or slow-stroking your insides until you soak the sheets before fighting over who's sleeping in it. Naturally reading your body with ease and filling you to the brim with butterflies until you claw his back then milk him dry.Â
But every now and then, you couldnât help but wonderâŠwhat would happen if one day he just happened to tap into that subtle but smug big dick energy and took the reins?
Alas, youâd rather sneak away every blue moon and submerge in the depths of smut than confess. Settled and content with getting your fix when you could, but that night, you found yourself growing more frustrated the longer you tried.
No matter how hard you concretrated, no matter how detailed and lewd the images and sounds were in your head, you were hell-bent on shooting stars into your eyes with every trick you knew in the book yet failing to bring yourself rapture with such feeble fingers.Â
Eventually, with a final but not yet defeated groan, you decided to stop toying with yourself and return to Earth. Slightly disappointed but relishing in the fact that you always had access to the ultimate trump card, no matter how your smutty escapades went. You might not get to play 9 and œ Weeks with your boyfriend, but he always guaranteed to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you and give you everything you need anytime you get all dolled up for him.
Your hand glided down your silky thighs, feeling smooth like butter as you caressed them, and you nodded. Mhmm, you were gonna get tore up tonight.
After finishing your bath, you dressed your body in your favorite lotion and serum combo before slipping into the silky lingerie Suguru randomly bought you a few weeks ago. He had been doing that more lately, coming home with all kinds of catered gifts and this one was by far one of your favorites and fit so perfectly. Now, all that was left to do was wait for him to get home and peel it off.
Heâd been out most of the afternoon hanging with the guys while you did a few chores and stalked your mailbox. Suguru said it was supposed to be chill, but with the sun setting soon and knowing that Satoru was invited and without a doubt responsible for why Suguru was still not home, nine times out of ten, they ended up playing basketball.Â
Your boyfriend is already pretty active, but anytime Satoru comes around, he gets turned up times ten and things get real competitive, real fast. Almost always against Suguâs will, but heâd rather entertain Toru to make him shut up and eat his words than back down. And like a good girlfriend who knows all of her boyfriendâs dumb little weaknesses, you were exactly right. Â
You missed the sound of his umbrella as he came through the front door, smoothing back his hair from the rain you didnât hear while in the bath.
âIâm home, Love,â he calls out, and his gentle yet sultry voice paired with your pet name always makes you blush.
His natural scent was the first thing to hit your nose when he entered the bedroom, mingling with the wine steadily warming your body. Expecting you to nearly tackle him with a hug as you usually do after hours of being apart, he braced himself, but when he found you poised on the bed, relaxed and waiting for him, his mouth dropped, his heart once again racing even though he was sure he burned through his adrenaline playing basketball.Â
You looked downright delectable.
âHi, baby,â you laughed, smiling at his expression as you crawled towards him. The silky fabric draped in soft folds over your body, shifting and riding up just enough to reveal tantalizing glimpses of skin as you movedâclinging to your curves like a second skin. Everywhere he wanted his hands to be.Â
Imagining you in it when he picked it out was one thing, but seeing you in it, right in front of him, well fuckâyou looked so perfect now, heâd probably die seeing it around your ankles later. Â
He drew a breath, unable to believe his luck or imagine a better view than the one of looking up at him with doe eyes while on your hands and knees. Just for him.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, the soft blend of rose and vanilla flooding his senses as you pulled your body close before realizing he was soaking wet.
âAhh! Babe!â You jumped back. âYouâre wet.â But his warm hands had already settled on your waist, firmly holding you in place. He smirked and stole a quick peck, and the familiar tease of his lips soon made you forget all about how cold and drenched he was as you melted into his touch, his lips making you more and more needy every time they met yours.Â
He smiled against your lips, noticing you were more excitable than usual as you deepened the kiss, your heartbeat thudding against his chest as you pressed closer.
âYouâre going to *peck* ruin your lingerie, Pretty,â he teased. But you clearly didnât care, and he softly chuckled, having to reel it in for the both of you as he gently pulled away. âLet me hop in the shower first, ya?â
But when he looked into your puppy-dog eyes as you knelt before him, the thought of walking away felt nearly impossible. You wore that little frown and plea in your eyes that silently begged him not to leave, and any other time, heâd give right in. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, sending warm tingles to your tummy and making it just a bit easier for both of you. With your patience recharged, you perked up and switched gears, asking about his day as he settled in.
He casually shrugged, saying everything was cool. Yu called him, Toru, and Kento over to try out the latest 2K game, and though Toru was always down to hang, he spent the entire time groaning because, surprise, surprise, he was awfully bad at itâno matter which version he played. After losing one too many 1v1s to Suguru and the others, he let his butt-hurt ego get the best of him and suggested they ditch the âbaby gameâ and play some real basketball.
Suguru knew it was just a cop-out for Toru sucking, but he also knew Toru wouldnât stop whining until he got a chance to redeem himself. At least the day was nice enough for Suguru to humor himâuntil their Opp, Toji, showed up trying to start shit and ruin a good time as per usual. Lucky for him, the rain came in out of nowhere and cleared everyone out just before the gang could pop off, and blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff.Â
Suguru sounds so lovely when he talks, but you were only half-listening, completely mesmerized as he pulled his sopping, wet shirt over his head and revealed his toned body and tats.
No one would ever guess that his chest and sides of his torso were inked unless he showed you. The intricate dragon tattoo weaved across his shoulders and down the full sleeve of his arms, but that was the only evidence that heâd taken a needle to his skin. Itâs like a special little surprise reserved only for those he wants to see, and you never get tired of drooling over itâor him, watching him shyly smile as he noticed your gaze and gave you a playful wink before disappearing into the bathroom.
You sank into the bed with a pout but managed to distract yourself as he showered. Suguru loves a long, hot one, and he definitely took his sweet time that night. You figured he deserved it after such a hectic evening and told yourself that the wait to quell your fire was just a little bit longer.Â
But your impatience would cost you, as you failed to notice that in your haste to get ready for Pound Town, youâd forgotten to do something very important.Â
Suguru came out whistling, a cloud of steam pouring into the bedroom as he stepped through, a towel wrapped low on his hips. His long, slightly towel-dried hair clung to his face in cute, messy stands, and he shot you a soft, knowing smile as he crossed the room. You were so adorable, waiting on him like a pup, shamelessly following his every movement with your gaze.
He laughed, âYou look comfy.â
âIâve been waiting for you,â you pouted. âYou were in there forever.â
Suguru grinned, reaching for the towel draped around his neck. âYeah? I guess I got a bit distracted.â He moved toward the dresser, lazily pulling it open. âDid you have a good day?âÂ
Suppressing the urge to be frank, you nodded. If only he knew. âIt was okay. Nothing special.â
âOh, real?â He raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder. âYouâre in such a good mood, though. Didnât get into anything exciting?â
Just failed to get off to one of the smuttiest fics ever written.Â
âNope,â you quickly replied, chewing on your bottom lip. As thoughtful as it was for Suguru to be a loving boyfriend and ask you about your day, you wished heâd chat less and fuck your brains out more. Fuck the clothes, fuck the pleasantries. And it was painfully obvious by the way his sharp, purple eyes took in your antsy body.
Pulling out some clothes, his lips curved into a smile. âYou seem a littleâŠeager tonight. Did my girl miss me?â But he didnât really need to ask. He knew that you were practically in heat and only added flames to the fire by casually throwing on his favorite PJs that hung loosely around his v-section and slipping on a black wife-beater that hugged his torso(I know, that's a CRAZY name for an article of clothing).
Your pussy clenchedâYes God, YESYES STOP THE TORTURE!âsilently screaming for him to just stop teasing and give you what you wanted before you exploded, but all you could manage was a whimper and frantic nod, knowing you were just seconds away from showing him exactly how much you did.
Suguruâs smile deepened watching you struggle, amusement dancing in his eyes as he sauntered towards you. âHow âbout we burn off some of that energy then, hmm?â His weight sank into the mattress as he crawled onto the bed, closing the space between you and softly pecking your lips with every word. âWith. A. Game.â
But the way heat flared in your chest as you helplessly fell under his kiss, you didnât know if you could handle whatever his mischievous little mind was thinking. Still, you felt your body betray you, naturally unable to resist him and growing curiousâno, needingâto do just about anything he asked if it meant he would continue kissing butterflies into you.Â
With heavy-lidded eyes, you asked what game, growing breathy as you imagined every raunchy coupleâs game you could think of. But your anticipation quickly turned to confusion when you felt him pull something from behind his back.
âLetâs read something new tonight,â he grinned. And you damn near went into cardiac arrest.Â
With your mind solely focused on getting your hands on your boyfriend, you had completely forgotten about your book, leaving it in the bathroom to be discovered by Suguru the moment he stepped inside.Â
And, oh baby, was it insightful.
You gaped, too stunned to speak as he pulled you toward the end of the bed. He settled on the bench and patted his lap, inviting you to sit, but you were frozen in place, absolutely mortified and refusing to believe this was real life.
You were caught, your mind filling with millions of thoughts all wondering how the hell your own carelessness after months of being âcarefulâ ended up outing you, and it took him firmly calling you again before you finally found the courage to move, your brows furrowing as reality hit you.Â
Now your boyfriend definitely knew how much of a menace you wereâone of those Godforsaken BOOKTOK GIRLIES, of all thingsâand shouldâve been running for the hills.
But he only looked at you lovingly, gently guiding you into his lap and making sure you were comfortable before his arms settled around your waist. He cleared his throat and held the book in front of you. âIâll start,â and he began where you left offâon one of the smuttiest scenes in the story.Â
âTaichi had seen what your mouth could do.â Oh no. âNever failing to command everyoneâs attention before you cleared a room with just your words. Now, as his thumb softly traced over those same desirable lips that held so much power, his cock jumped at the idea of them wrapped around it.âÂ
Holy shit.Â
Reading it was one thing, but being forced to hear from the last person youâd expect in the most naturally seductive voice imaginable was absolutely killing you in more ways than one. Especially when he was leaning right into your ear, his chin softly resting on your shoulder as if he were reading you a lullaby.Â
Heat flooded your face, but Suguruâs voice was steady and calmâcompletely unbothered as if he werenât reading about your smuttiest innermost fantasies and making your embarrassment skyrocket. You felt so vulnerable and exposed and dirty and like you couldnât get enough air and fuckâyou didnât know what Suguru was trying to prove or if this was his wicked way of trying to embarrass you before breaking up with you, but the torture was too much, and you had to get out of there.
Panicking, you tried to get up, but no-noâhe wasnât about to let you slip away from storytime that easily, and his arm snaked around your waist and secured you against him with a gentle but unyielding grip. His legs followed suit, quickly wrapping around yours and locking you in place, and you gasped in disbelief when your thighs effortlessly parted and exposed your pretty, clothed pussy.
Helpless whines escaped you, and he tsked, smiling at your sudden innocence. Like you couldnât believe this was really happening. Like you couldnât believe that the same filth you craved, obsessed, and dreamt over was now spilling from your boyfriendâs pretty mouth, sounding like a limited-edition audiobook Fanfic girlies could only dream of. And if you thought there was no possible way to make the situation worse than it already was, Suguru decided to take things up a notch and bring the book to life.
His lips lightly brushed your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin as he nuzzled your neck and inhaled your scent. Pressing kisses to the back of your neck, he stole a breath from your lungs when he nipped your ear. Perfectly mimicking the storyâs peak and leaving you completely at his mercy as the lines between fantasy and reality blurred.
His hand around your waist trailed across your stomach with a deliberate slowness, traveling down until he grasped your inner thighs, knowing this was one of your most sensitive spots and drawing possessive lines that made your clit begin to tingle and swell through your panties.
Inching closer and closer, the sly smile in his voice grew, and your breath grew shallower until it hitched, sparks igniting when he ghosted over your clit. Your thighs trembled, but his voice remained smooth and unwavering.
Suguru noticed a twisted sense of satisfaction growing within as he felt you squirm, simultaneously struggling to close your legs even though you throbbed like crazy for more. You were caught between sheer embarrassment and undeniable arousal. Not knowing which to give in to.
He pressed his cheek to yours. âYouâre so cute when you blush,â he murmured, becoming distracted by your reactions as he poured out endless praiseâso flustered, so sickenly distraught and overwhelmed, but it only made him smile.
You always get so shy when he compliments you. His usually confident girl easily coming undone with only a few soft words and a glint in his eyes. And he loved itâthe way you always tried to pretend you werenât seconds away from completely unraveling when he flirted.
He hummed thoughtfully, wondering how long you could keep it up this time. And what it would take for you to fold.
âFinish up for me, pretty girl,â he decided, and handing you the book, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties and brushed your soaking folds.
You stiffened, the sudden warmth snatching your breath and making it impossible to get a single sentence or objection out.Â
âCâmon baby,â he kissed your shoulder, fingers stilling right on your clit. âYou have such a pretty voice.âÂ
The fucking Devil.
You let out a shaky moan, not knowing whether you hated or still loved him in that moment, but either way, you sure as hell werenât going to let him see you crack, and you drew a breath.
Clearing your throat, you swallowed thicky and mustered up the steadiest voice you could to prove you wouldnât just be a victim of this wicked game of his. And you were doing so well, for a sentence or two. Until his slick fingers started to call your bluff and gradually began to draw slow, precise circles right on your swollen bud.Â
And God help you, you couldn't stop the stutter.
âSm-smeared mas-sc-scara ran hah down y-your f-face.â You paused and closed your eyes, wetting your lips before continuing. âYouâd p-pay for your ah used andâŠand b-br-bruised t-throat in the morning bUT,â you yelped when he squeezed your waist. âIt-it was a small price to p-pay to taste a c-cock sss-so d-delish.âÂ
Suguru chuckled lightly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. But it wasnât enough.Â
He needed to see you completely fall apart.Â
His free hand glided upward and fondled your breast, his thumb taunting and brushing over your nipple. You instinctively arched into his touch, a series of soft whimpers escaping your lips as he rolled them between his fingers until they were sensitive and hard.Â
Your body couldn't decide which overwhelming sensation to focus onâthe weight of his fingers just sitting and taunting your clit or the jolts of pleasure running to your core with each pinch of your nipple. Both sent messy moans tumbling out of your mouth.Â
He grinned against your shoulder. âYouâre so responsive tonight,â he said, adding to the heady mix of lust and frustration. Building you up and bringing you down in a vicious cycle as every time you crept closer and closer to losing it, he was quick to slow and remind you to keep going.
But your thighs kept quaking and your breath kept hitching and you could only squirm so much trying to rock into his touch and steal Heaven, but his fingers were light and easily kept you right on the edge. Touching only your clit and leaving you distraught as your poor, neglected walls began to ache.Â
But your desperation was too loud to ignore, and knowing you wouldnât give up, he smirkedâlike boyfriend, like girlfriendâand he nipped your ear, pulling back the hood of your clit before he strummed his fingers over it. Fast. âGo for it,â Suguru whispered.Â
And fuck, it took all of 2 seconds for your legs to become a vibrating mess and made him wrap his tighter, your breath going light as you rose up on your toes.Â
Whimpering.Â
Heart racing.
Eyes drawing closed as you mentally sang his praises for allowing you to finally cum. Walking you to the line of release and rapture with every flick of your hot clit and every breath on your skin right up until he stopped.
You let out a defeated scoff.
You werenât getting off that easy. Â
He pulled the long-forgotten book from your hands, and you yelped, suddenly being lifted and bent over his knee. He gave you a second to adjust, then secured you with an arm around your waist, rolling up the hem of your dress before his heavy palm settled on your ass, fingers languidly massaging your cheeks.
You felt so plush as he caressed your skin, gripping you lovingly between his fingers before he delivered a heavy slap.
âWhyâd you keep this from me?â
A shriek died in your throat, a million things instantly flying through your head. Shock from this stranger you called a boyfriend, how you ended up here, how no one couldâve ever convinced you that this situation only found in books and on the internet would actually happen to you.Â
Endless things to think about but nothing to say.
âOh, weâre being shy now?â Any other time, you would spend hours yapping Suguruâs ears off about one thing or another and heâd dote on every word. But now they were escaping you.Â
*SLAP!*
And he gripped your cheek to soothe the sting, fingers running over the raised marks the rings he never takes off left on your skin.
He hummed, eyeing the soaked patch on your panties, biting his lip seeing youâd gotten even wetter since he bent you over his knee.
His fingers couldnât resist gently dragging over your clothed folds, just light enough that it felt like a ghost and made you shudder. You pushed back, trying to chase it, your mind borderline broken and desperate to quench your insatiable thirst, but found it impossible to move.Â
âLetâs try this again.â And he delivered a slap even harsher than the last, making you squirm under his tight grip.Â
Obviously, you hadnât learned your lesson from earlier, and when you tried to get away, Suguru swiftly pinned your arms behind your back and didnât skip a beat, landing another series of slaps on the same spot since you wanted to be so damn difficult.Â
You knew you couldnât escape but neither would your words, silent screams building up as you just had to lie there and take it. Emotional turmoil churned within, leaving you questioning everything you thought you knew about Suguru who was promptly lighting your ass up. Bringing to life each hot sting that youâve fantasized about in stories, on TV, and in the dirty thoughts of your boyfriend maybe one day warming up to the ideaâbut not like this. This was so sudden. Too much. So overwhelming to the point that nothing came out of you but feeble whines and stuttering breaths until you were on the verge of tears when âIâm sorry!â finally slipped from your defeated lips.
Suguru froze.Â
His heart thumped.Â
And in the span of a few seconds, Suguru learned a few things about himself.Â
1. He hadnât expected himself to be able to break you so quickly. Youâre as tough as he is, hell, even tougher sometimes, and only admit defeat when you absolutely cannot fight anymore.Â
2. He hadnât expected to fall head over heels in love with the sound of your cries and heavy breaths as you tried to gather yourself.Â
Knowing he was the cause and this was the effect of you being worn out and surrendering made his dick thump against your stomach.Â
He rubbed slow, soothing circles on your flushed cheeks.
âItâs ok baby, itâs ok,â he shushed, and you felt so pitiful yet turned on that you could cry. But as much as he wanted to relish in your punishment for keeping secrets, he also needed to reveal one of his own. âBecause Iâve known for a while.â
âYou wHAT?â Your voice cracked. If you could look him in the eyes, you would just so he could see how utterly flabbergasted you were because there was no freaking way. âHow??â
âCâmon babe,â he snickered, âYou watch DevilBoy Games, a lot, and Toru told me how you DBG girls are, Iâve seen you drool over that crazy guy with bags under his eyes.â
âHeâs not crazy,â you huffed, âJust misunderstood.â
He laughed, lightly squeezing your thigh. âHe kinda looks like me.âÂ
âGet over yourself.â And youâd cross your arms if he werenât still holding them.
He tsked. âAre you really surprised, love?â he asked, smirking before completely reading you, mentioning that there was no way you thought he wouldnât notice the nights when you would stay up late, blushing at your phone.Â
Never once wondering if you were talking to some other guy or anyone else, but putting two and two together pretty early on when you said you were having reading time on your favorite social platform known for itsâŠcontent. Scrolling the site for hours just to soak up pure filth.Â
As secretive as you tried to seem about it, the obsession never stopped you from being bold enough to do it in bed.
Suguru pouted. âSo, you donât like me enough or what?â he asked, his tone teasing yet laced with genuine curiosity. He often wondered why you didnât just say anythingâhow you could be so close to him and dive into your fantasies but not act on them.Â
Your face instantly heated. âItâs notâŠitâs not like that at all!â you stammered, struggling to find the right words. âI justâitâs different, okay?â
He cocked his head. "Different how?"
âI donât know IâŠâI honestly didnât think youâd be into that stuff,â you admitted, feeling more vulnerable than ever and even a little guilty. You deflated. âI thought youâd think I was weird.â
"My baby? Weird?â He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "That canât be it.â And he leaned close. âOr maybe you just thought I couldn't handle it," and his eyes gleamed.
Your stomach dropped, eyes going wide as you were once again left shocked and speechless. But Suguru let go of your arms, satisfied enough with your confession and ready to play now, for real.
Your pussy practically swallowed your drenched panties that clung to you as he pulled them to the side, the cool air kissing your folds before you felt his warm fingers swirl over your glistening vulva.
He smiledâyou were so sensitiveâbucking at the languid strokes as he gathered your slick. Heâs always been gifted with his fingers and quick to make you fall apart from the slightest touch.
He bit his lip, unable to resist lightly dipping his fingertips in just to bring them to his mouth and give you a taste.
âSo fucking good.â He could play with you forever. Licking his lips, he parted yours, transfixed on your walls that clenched around nothing. Desperate to take his fingers that teased desperate whines out of you.Â
âYou gonna keep any more secrets from me, baby?âÂ
You shook your head, desperate to do or say whatever, which Suguru knew, but he needed you to mean it.Â
Heâd been edging you for almost half an hour now and his own dick was just as strained and blue-balled as your pussy, but he could and would hold out as long as he had to to make sure youâd never feel ashamed enough to hide any parts of you ever again. He just needed to hear the words, and he dipped just the tip of his finger inside you. âSay it.âÂ
âI promise, Sugu, never again,â you pleaded, your voice shaking. "Iâll never keep anything from you again, just please, Iââ you almost choked. "I need you so badly.â
The words spilled out you, sounding so pretty when you begged. And when he finally believed you, your mouth fell open, but nothing came outâa breath catching in your throat and eyes fluttering at that familiar stretch as he slowly pushed in. Walls finally sucking in the fingers theyâd been so hungry for.
You couldâve came right then.Â
âFuck,â he swore under his breath. You felt like home.Â
Your spongey walls squished and pulsed around him like a heartbeat, his fingers sinking in slow until you drew a sharp breath, your leg twitching.
Right there, he smiled, almost instantly finding that gushy spot of yours that makes you see white.Â
He whistledâthis mouth-watering position not only gave him an immaculate view of your ass he wanted to sink his teeth into but also let his peace fingers perfectly angle and beckon your gspot.Â
His other hand slowly spread you wide, and he cooed, marveling at how easy he slid in and out, his fingers hooking with each dip as he took advantage of the easy access and sent sparks to your toes.
Your teeth tugged at your lip, brows drawing together. He was pushing so sinfully into you, his fingers flowing like waves with the full intent to draw your orgasm out of you as heâd done millions of times before. Always leaving you breathless, heady, and unbelieving how natural it was for him to bring you to absolute shambles.
His pace was agonizingly slow, plunging in and out with a deliberate rhythm that had you trembling and your lip sore from biting and stifling your pathetic moans. His dick painfully throbbed against your stomach, the heat of it branding your skin with each ragged breath you took trying to contain yourself.
After keeping you on the edge for so long without mercy, he was about to send you plummeting into the deep end, his own restraint slipping with every passing second as his pace gradually increased, your slick beginning to pool around his fingers when you felt your orgasm coming on.Â
Your muscles tightened around him as he pushed you towards your peak, the sound of his fingers fucking into you rivaling macaroni but had to battle your fat mouth spilling out moans like a starving slut.Â
âSsh ssh ssh.â His hand slipped over your mouth. âI wanna hear her, she sounds so pretty.â And without restraint, the squelches of your pussy fucked the air, your drool slipping through his fingers and dripping down the side of your mouth. And just as you felt time slowing, he quickly swapped fingers, his middle and ring fingers angling down and furiously hitting that blinding spot that sent your eyes rolling.
Forgetting how to breathe, your cherry-O raced around the corner, aiming to crash right into you. Slowly, you began to arch your back into his hand, core tightening. And when you drew a deep breath, eyes screwing shut as you held it, his voice was deep and low to reassure you. âItâs okay baby, let it out.â And he racked his fingers until the pressure of your orgasm burst open.
"ohoHfuckfuCKFUCK SUGUSUGUSUGUOHMYGODIMCUMMING!" You clutched his calf and toppled over, your fluids spilling around his fingers and down your thighs, making a complete mess on his pants.
âGooood girl, just like that,â he said almost desperately, biting down on his lip to stifle his own moans, but his fingers didnât slow down, jiggling into you until you were writhing and begging for relief. He just had to make sure he got it all out, his silky fingers swimming deep into your sopping and noisy pussy until he wrung out all your shudders then slowed until your breaths somewhat returned to normal. Â
You came down, releasing your grip on him, your calves sore and aching from being on your toes.
Suguru smirked and licked his fingers clean, impressed by the sight of you lifelessly hanging over his legs: pathetic, spent, and cute.
After a moment of just holding you, he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your slightly reddened cheek before giving you an unexpected but quick lick of your pussy that made you twitch.
Yup, good and sensitive, just like he liked it.
Gently rubbing your back, he hummed. âIs my little slut satisfied?â
âSuguru!â Un uhânow he was calling you names?? You barely managed to open your eyes, still in a daze as you tried to look at him.
âWhat?â he shrugged. âJust making sureâŠthe author said you wouldnât be,â he cocked a brow with a playful smile. â...Right?â
âŠthe godforsaken authorâs note.Â
âFor all my sluts whoâd rather be fucked by fictional men than real ones.â
You ran your limp noodle of a hand over your face and groaned. Just when you thought the night couldnât get any more humiliating, your fave author doubled back and helped you stumble into more trouble.
But Suguru wasnât offended, not even a little bit. If anything, he looked amused, a slight smirk gracing his lips with a flicker of something else in his eyes.Â
Heâd been waiting for an opportunity like this and bided his time. Now, every little secret and hidden desire you thought youâd keep forever buried in those books was out in the open and his for the takingâand he was ready to tear them apart.
âSuguru, IââÂ
âItâs ok,â he shushed, his thumb brushing your bottom lip as he tenderly cupped your face. But the hairs on the back of your neck stood up when you saw that sly grin spread across his face before he said, âWeâll see about that.â
Things were a bitâŠdifferent..after that night.Â
It wasnât something either of you discussed outright, but there was definitely a shiftâan unspoken understanding that lingered in the air between you.
At first, it was like you were meeting for the first time all over again, and you slipped back into that shy, uncertain girl you were when Suguru first came into your life. Every knowing look he gave you, every slight touch, had you blushing, anticipating. As if you, once again, had no idea how to handle himâor how he would handle you.Â
He was slowly unveiling the quiet power you never knew or expected him to possess. And he was making sure you wouldnât dismiss it again.
Now, it was you who hesitated before speaking, nervously fiddling with your fingers any time he asked you something even slightly suggestive before your eyes would dart away in embarrassmentânot knowing that Suguru was absolutely loving this budding dynamic.Â
He would tease but never pushed too hard because he was patient. Always patient and watching with that soft, amused smile anytime you fumbled for words or tried to play off how flustered you were. Gradually coming to terms with the fact that your boyfriendâthe same one who always gave you a gentle look and treated you like you were more than preciousâwas more than willing to cater to and control you until you creamed and cried.Â
But honestly, not much had changed for Suguru. He still carried that same calm, subtle soft-dom energy that had always drawn you inânow there was just a label for it.
But there was a subtle shift in the way he handled you, like a quiet reminder that he knew you nowâall of you. And he made one thing clear and made sure you understood itâclosed mouths donât get fedâand it was a lesson you had to learn quickly, especially after you promised not to keep any more secrets. And whenever youâd shy away or fall into your usual silence, Suguru would tilt your chin and hold your gaze with those piercing, violet eyes. âUse your words, Pretty,â heâd say, and your cheeks would burn with embarrassment, but youâd still push through because you knew he was right.Â
So you stayed true to your word and began looking for all the ways you could experiment and get what you wantedâŠin the only way a little gremlin like you couldâŠby getting him riled up. And for a minute, he would just take it on the chin. But then he discovered breath play.Â
You were really getting on his nerves one day. Â
But you felt like you would actually die if he left you to hang with the boys when something in you was practically begging you to crawl into his skin. He was about to leave out wearing your favorite hoodie of his too, the one that's slightly cropped and hangs just above his midriff, and you sulked because you knew that any thirsty bitch in the vicinity would try to be on him like white on rice even when Suguru never paid them any mind.Â
Besides, he had already fucked you silly that morning and had been pampering you with kisses all afternoon, so he didnât understand why you were being so clingy.Â
But you were craving something else. A bit of something to eat.
And instead of just telling him that you wanted his dick down your throat and past your tonsils, you decided to block the front door, cross-armed, scowling, and staring at the appetizing outline on his basketball shorts. Jealous that they got to hold his heavy balls all day instead of you.
His fingers snapped, âBabe,â the sound pulling you out of your silent tantrum and making you look at him with wanting eyes. âWhatâs up with you?â he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation.Â
But you just couldn't bring yourself to say it, so you deepened your silent pout until he pinched his nose and sighed.
âThen move,â he started, stepping closer, but you shook your head and widened your stance like a toddler.
A smirk played on his lips as he loomed over you, taking in your pettiness before his hand thudded next to your head.
You jumped, but your defiance didnât waver, your eyes lifting to meet his. His smug expression only deepened as he shifted, the heat of his coveted dick pressing against your thigh in a way that made your breath hitch. Â
âMove,â he repeated, but you just pressed your lips tighter, your eyes challenging him.Â
His other hand slid up, fingers gently curling around your neck and thumb brushing over your pulse. "We doing this again?" he asked, low and laced with threat.
What could you say? Old habits die hard.Â
But he knew what you wanted. The way you thickly swallowed and wet your lips, eyes darting to the growing tent between you, spoke volumes even when you wouldnât.
âFine,â he said, and before you knew it, your knees were hitting the ground, his hand settling on your head and making you slink to the floor. He tilted your chin. âOpen that pretty mouth since you donât want to use it.â
And at his gruff command, your tongue lolled out, unapologetically.
He tsked, tucking his lip under his teeth at your display.Â
Youâre the most difficultly-easy person he knows next to Satoru, quick to make the simplest things complicated sometimes, and this time, he was going to give you exactly what you were asking for, but not without reprimand.Â
His thumb landed on your pink tongue, pressing and holding your gaze.
âYou want it?â You caught a subtle thump, and he palmed his shorts. âOi, up hereâ He held your jaw, cocking his brow.
His smirk was devilish, a knowing glint in his eye watching you grow needier by the secondâunable to focus on anything but the desperate need for him to turn your throat into a daycare.Â
Tongue trapped under his thumb, you finally answered him in the only way you knew how, and he watched with parted lips as yours closed around his finger with an eager nod.Â
You were going to be the death of him.
With a tug of his shorts, your fat reward sprang forth, almost brushing the tip of your noseâalready leaking stringy globs of precum for giving him such a hard time.
Your eyes sparkled. Suguru has such a pretty dick. One of the prettiest youâve ever seen thatâs girthy, long, and perfectly made for your greedy throat.Â
It was heavy on your tongue as he tapped it, teasing your palate and holding it out for you to give it a taste.
Less was said, and you gladly accepted your meal, the taste of him coating your tongue as you swirled around the tip before sucking it into your mouth. Â
Suguruâs knees almost buckled as you lapped at him like ice cream, your tongue tracing up and down his shaft before placing gentle kisses under his tip. His face went warm, his fingers threading through your hair as he fought to maintain control. âDonâtânghâtease. Suck itâmmphâproperly.â And with a firm press to your bottom lip, he coaxed your mouth open before pushing in and filling it completely.Â
You gagged, and a deep exhale left his lips feeling your warm mouth finally wrap around him, your eyes watering as the weight of his dick fully seated on your tongue and made your lips stretch to savor every inch.
âThatâs itâmphmâtake it all.â
His hips automatically moved at the feel of your throat, his head softly falling back feeling you relax and hum around him. He couldnât help but gently thrust, his spongy tip kissing the back of your throat and making you blink back tears as he tested your limits. And you only made it harder for him to hold back with the way you ate him up like candy.Â
Even though head is a game, you never play. All day, youâd been torturing yourself, once again denying yourself of your insistent need to swallow his kids in the name of shame, but once the reins were off, you wasted no time satisfying your cravingâknowing exactly how to get Suguru to blow his load.
And fuck was it a losing battle for him to try to keep the tendrils of his orgasm at bay while also trying to remember that he was supposed to be teaching you a lesson.
As he said, closed mouths donât get fed, and he started pulling away with a satisfying âpopâ every time you got too greedy. Rubbing his dick over your lips with a grin before snaking back in and taking you further and further down each time.Â
He groaned watching you take him, your eyes meeting as you looked up. The new cut in his brow made them look even sexier when he bunched them, complementing the low and husky look in his eyes youâd never seen before you sent them rolling when he wrapped your hair around his fist and pushed in to the base.
âHah.â His breath hitched as you swallowed. Once. Twice. Holding you down a sec before he pulled out with an exhale. And as he watched your heavy breaths, struggling to collect yourself but looking up at him with a starry-eyed but fucked out gaze, he got an idea.Â
âWhy do you act so innocent all the time?â he huffed, pushing back in. âLook at you,â his thumb stretched your lips, âChoking on my dick and loving it.â Always the innocent ones, he thinks, full of frills and freaks.Â
And you couldnât deny how the slow and lewd way he fucked your throat made your pussy drip like a waterfall, uring you to rub fast circles across your throbbing clit, but he knew you would try.Â
You were a cock-drunk slut, after all, always getting off when he stretched, used, and abused your throat to his satisfaction, so he knew he would have to lock your hands away to keep your mouth open and you focused since you wanted to taste him so badly.
Still fucking your throat, he said, âTake a breath, baby,â and soon after, you gagged when he leaned over you. âHold it,â and he pulled the string from his hoodie and began counting. âOne, two, three.â Bringing a flood of tears to your fluttering eyes as he sank deep into your throat and tied your wrists behind your back.
Air. God, what is air?? Your lungs screamed for it, stomach tight, but your pussy clenched so sinfully tight from the lack of it.Â
You didnât know it then, but this was an accidental deep dive into something youâd both come to love. The control, the discipline, the trust. The skill you had to possess as a certified throat goat. And most of all, the uncertainty of never knowing when he was going to allow your next breath. Every time counting down until you were squirming for air before pulling out with an exhale as if he were breathing with you.
He ogled at the messy evidence of effort plastered on your face, strings of spit connecting from your lips to his pink tip. His dick twitched at your huffs and tear-streaked face and he rubbed your puffy lips. âFuck, youâre so pretty, baby,â and the words went straight to your swollen clit before he continued playing with you.
He loved how your throat closed around his dick when you swallowed, like you were trying to milk him for every drop. Sucking, blowing, and swallowing til your throat knew every vein and his orgasm was coming and coming fast. His stuttering hips and tightening grip on your hair were enough evidence if the low moans competing with the sloshes of your throat werenât.Â
Heat pooled in his stomach, brows furrowing as he locked eyes with a borderline whiny look. He licked his lips. âReady for me to cum for you, baby?â he asked in that breathy voice he always does before he unravels. And your dick-drunk nod, knowing you were about to earn your meal, was all he needed to cup your jaw, making sure you looked him right in the eye as the coil in him snapped.
âFuck, hah, Iâm cumming,â and he groaned, biting his pierced lips and slipping all the way to the base til your nose brushed his tufts of hair and he filled your throat.Â
Ropes of cum poured out of him, and he went dizzy, his mouth falling open with shaky moans watching your spaced and gone face as he came down your throat. Your wrists strained against the tie as your throat constricted, but you swallowed his throbbing cock with ease like it was the only sustenance you needed. Pumping you full until he was a soft and empty gummy worm in your mouth.Â
He shuddered and collected his breaths, slowly pulling from your lips with a sigh. You hummed and licked themâmost of your lunch had gone to your stomach, but remnants remained on your tongue, warm and delicious.Â
"ThAnk," you cleared your throat. "Thank you," you huffed, throat raw and voice cracking, but he just shook his head and smiled. You were above asking for what you wanted but never forgot to be grateful when you got it.
He swiped your chin with his thumb. "You're a brat," and you beamed, lifting your chin. Because he didn't know how right he was.
And while that was just the beginning of your exploration of power dynamics, it quickly became a very slippery slope. Because while you might've thought you were the expert in all things whips and chains and excitement, Suguru had been quietly doing some research and taking hellah notes. And taking one directly from you, he soon began to make a few secret purchases of his own.
Suguru has his hobbies.Â
He likes to read, play sports to stay fit, and enjoys spending time in nature when he can. Outside of that, heâs pretty simple.Â
But thereâs a little-known fun fact about your beauâheâs a secret artiste.
Itâs rare that heâll break out his paints and easel, but once every blue moon when his inner Picasso strikes, heâll sit for hours, brush to canvas until it all pours out of him.Â
You always find yourself in a trance watching him in that elementâhis quiet intensity as he gets lost in space and creates galaxies. But even though Suguru isn't loud about his talent, heâs actually very creative and always looking for different ways to release and create. Never shying awaying from trying new things and always looking for new mediums. And canvases.Â
You slightly winced, then moaned.Â
Wax is hot in more ways than one, and itâs just perfect for when Suguru wants to creatively get his hands on you.
He loves creating delicate patterns on your back, savoring every moment and watching your face twist between pain and ecstasy as he skillfully lets the wax drip. Never too much at once, the hot lines spill and cool across his favorite canvasâyour skin. There's a world of difference between paper stretched across wood, and the softness beneath his hands, and your skin is far lovelier, simply irresistible.Â
His hair brushed your skin as he leaned down, his lips tracing down your back and between the patterns. So soft against his lips. All of you, from your neck to your chest to your tummy, softly mold under his fingers like clay when he worships you like art, and sometimes heâll drip hot lines down your inner thighs and plush cheeks just so he can melt his lips between themâfeeling so lucky to have the privilege to feast on a masterpiece.Â
Your own little van Gogh, drowning his nose in your folds and bringing curses to your lips.
You knew Suguru was a modern-day Michelangelo with a paintbrush, but now your once shy and reserved man was having too much fun exploring all the unconventional ways he could create artâand slowly crossing over into a world of kinky debauchery.Â
And at the end of every session, he never forgets to take a Polaroid picture to show you and keep for himself. A little testament to his sentiments and sensuality. It wasnât all just about whips and chains after all.Â
You also neededâ
Buzz!Â
Your eyes screw shut and you tense but canât move because of the
ârope.
âHey,â Suguru snaps. âI said keep your eyes on me,â and you shot daggers at him because how the hell could you when youâve been overstimulated for hours and have already cum, twice? Â
Eyes softening, you whimper, but your heart sinks when he just rolls his eyes.
Fuck.Â
You really did it this time.Â
Your boyfriend has a lot of patience, a thin line for everyone else but a lot for you. But God, do you know how to fucking tap dance on it sometimes.
âDid you think you were cute?â his face screwed. âDancing in sections and on bars. Guys?â The vibrations increase, and you double over whining.
In all fairness, you did beg him to come out with you and your girls earlier, but your boo has been working on a big project lately and was understandably beyond tired. Still, you complained, eventually giving up and still going out without him, but you didn't expect a play-by-play of your night and mini rebellion to end up all over your equally drunk friendâs Snapchatâor for Suguru to see it.Â
You picked a hell of a time to act out too, because, after weeks of secretly practicing his newest obsession, Suguru had finally perfected it: the harness prayer tie, and watching your wrists struggle against his work was the most satisfying confirmation of his skill he couldâve asked for.Â
The skill and intricacy of restraint and rope play was the perfect balance between tapping into his creative side and reeling you in when you got out of handânow proving very useful after you had fully pissed him off.Â
Leaning down, he grips your face. âYou wanna act like a slut so badly, Iâm gonna treat you one.â
But he didnât just give you the dick youâd been acting out over right away thoughâhe hardly thought you deserved it.Â
Instead, a vibrator has been nuzzling your clit for hours after he woke you up the following morning and went to work with his tieâyour blubbering whines falling on deaf ears as he overstimulated you until you felt ruined and raw.
Sniffling, you plead, âIâm sorry, Sugu.â
âYouâre always sorry,â he bites back, his hand wrapping under your jaw. âAnd so fucking greedy, you know that? I bet you still want me to fuck you stupid like the cock-thirsty slut you are even though youâve been begging me for a break.â And your stomach pangs, a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs despite the rawness because he was more than right.Â
âYou want attention so bad, you want me to fuck you so bad,â he pulls your hair, making you look straight at him. âThen beg,â and the serious way he looks at you makes you actually start to feel bad for upsetting him so much.
Swallowing your pride, tears prick the corners of your eyes. âPlease,â you whimper, âIâll do anything just pleaseâŠplease fuck me.â
And the words had barely left your lips when fear shot through you, his eyes darkening as you quickly realized that you shouldâve been more careful with what you wished for.Â
Without warning, he placed you on the bed and flipped you over. Gripping your hips, he hastily pushed you down into a grade-A arch and tucked his tee between his teeth, springing his cock free before knocking a breath out of you with one swift thrust.Â
You both gasp, every muscle tensing as your Earths shatter.
Suguru nearly collapses. Your tight pussy that's been dripping and yearning for hours is easy to slide into yet struggles to accommodate his fat girth, but that doesn't stop him from reeling his hips back and pushing in even deeper.
You nearly draw blood from your lip as he begins to thrust with a pent-up intensity that's been building since last night, nearly blue-balling himself to take care of you in your drunken state and fighting the urge to say fuck it and punish you right then and there.
But now that you were good and sober and overly sensitive, he could finally ruin your dick-starved pussy and fuck you blind.Â
His hold on you tightens, his knuckles turning white as he fucks into you with a primal urgency. Not caring if you can take it or not because he needs his dick burned into your brain in a way you wouldnât forget. Besides, who could possibly hold back when you feel so fucking good wrapped around him? Mind-numbing in a way he can never get enough and desperately needs more, and he grips the divots of your waist and pulls you closer, making struggled whines fall from your mouth as he makes you simply take it.
The nerves of your pussy are on fire as every inch of him stretches and hastily fills you, the persistent vibrator on your clit still buzzing and sending you spiraling.
The way he's manhandling you, the soreness in your wrists, and the relentless rhythm of his hips all blend into a rush more intoxicating than anything you had last night until you're overwhelmed and bucking to get away.Â
âUh-uh, donât run.â And his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up and back against him, two fingers hooking in your mouth and making you arch so deliciously that every kiss of your cervix sends spasms through your walls and coaxes his cock for everything heâs got.Â
"You feel that?" he snaps. "I fucking bet you do." And your breath grows lighter and lighter until your head goes dizzy, your body turning to Jell-O and slowly melting into the bed, but he follows you down and deepens his stroke. You lose your arch, but with one quick thrust, your nails are digging into your palms. He slaps your ass, punishment for making him mess up his rhythm, before hiking you back up and resuming the brutal pace.
Your mind goes blank and his hair falls from its neat bun, sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead from how hard he's fucking you and leaving you caught between begging for mercy and craving more of this delicious torture.
"Look at you," he growls, "Fuckin' bratânghâthis is what you wanted, right?" And you can barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak, your reply coming out as garbled moans, but Suguru is having none of it, his hand sliding from your neck to your hair and pulling your head back. You cry out, the sound muffled by his fingers still hooked in your mouth as he bottoms out inside you. "I asked you a question," and the room fills with obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and fumbling 'yeses' from your mouth as he bullies your cervix.Â
"Fuck hah," his brows furrow, "you drive me crazy, you know that?" he says, voice strained. "You wanted attention?" he breathes, "Well, now you've got it. Every. Fucking. Inch of it." and each word is punctuated by his leaky tip, making your overstimulated pussy clench and draw a sharp hiss from his lips.
"That's it, baby," his rhythm slightly falters. "Squeeze my cock. Show me how sorry you are." And his hand slips from your lips and snakes around your front, pressing the vibrator even harder against you until the delicious stretch of his cock and the merciless buzzing becomes too much to bear.
Your vision blurs, your thighs quaking and trying to draw together, but there's no escape.Â
"You right there?" He pushes through the familiar clench of your walls. "Then cum for me," Suguru commands, and the words are the final push you need for your orgasm to rip through you like lightningâyour body involuntarily arching as waves of hot, white pleasure crash over you.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," you helplessly choke out, walls spazzing and gripping Suguru's cock like shackles, pulsating around him until it forces his own to come chasing after yours.
He struggles for breaths, "Where do you want it, baby?" But it was just a formality, a silly question really, because there was no way he could pull out of your vice-grip. He just needed to know you wanted it as badly as he wanted to fill you up.
"Inside, please, inside me, please," you stammer, still reeling from your own orgasm before he sends you into another, pulling you taunt by the rope and flushing you against his waist.
"Take it," and his moan is low and guttural, his fingers digging into your hips and locking you in as his body tenses, his hot seed flooding and filling you to the brim.
Your eyes meet the top of your head as you cum again in tandem, bliss rippling through your bodies.
"Fuck, c'mere." His lips crash onto yours in a searing kiss, plunging his pulsing cock deep into you one more time as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm, pumping out the last of his seed until you're both panting and trembling and he feels his cum oozing out of you.
Slowly, Suguru releases his grip on your hair, deeply exhaling as he gently lowers the both of you to the bed, his softening cock still nestled inside you. You whimper at the still buzzing vibrator, and he finally switches it off, tossing it aside.
He presses soft, soothing kisses to your shoulder. "You did so well, baby," and he carefully unties the rope, his touch tender and apologetic as he massages the faint marks and kisses your wrists.Â
Out of everything you do together, inside and out of your newfound dynamic, this is his favorite part of all: putting you back together after breaking you into pieces.
His unwavering desire to care for you never changes, even when you do the absolute most just to get his attention and show him that you're just as obsessed with him as he is with youâyour private but unmistakably commanding Panther and his secretly kinky Powderpuff princess who was now hanging on to life by a thread.
He softly laughs, slinging your limp arms around his neck and pulling you lovingly into his chest as you breathe. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your rib, his lips peppering your head with kisses as he sighed, feeling your heartbeat slowly sync with his.
But after a few moments in each other's arms, a curiosity that's been living rent-free in Suguru's head for quite some time now rears its ugly headâand he just has to know the answer.
"Sooo," he drawls, "... Taichi or me?" And you almost snort, a smile tugging at your lips as you nuzzle his chest. You look up at him with a playful gaze only to find him deadassâfiguring that after a day like today, there would be no better time to officially find out if he's finally settled the score with your anime husband.
Your eyes smile, and you reach up with the little strength you have to gently stroke his face and softly kiss his jaw.
You contently sigh. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, babe.â
extended angel's note: oh god what can i say...
i can confidently say that this took me the entire month of september to write and it's definitely the hardest pieces i've worked on so far god bLESS
y'all have no idea how much word count RESTRAINT i had to use just to keep this reasonable (i do have a slightly extended version just for myself tho đ€)
this was supposed to drop on my bday (unironically the day JJK ended) but life is life đ€
anywho, thanks for reading 12k words of pure unadultered, unhinged smut. i hope it was worth it đ«¶đż
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Warnings - SMUT, minors DNI, fingering, oral, both m and f receiving, blowjob, p in v sex, un protected sex.
Your head shot up when you heard the front door open, the biggest smile plastered on your face - Lando was home. As he walked through, his face mirrored yours. Joy, happiness, relief, a mixture of everything. He'd just won the Dutch Grand Prix and as soon as all his media duties were done, the first thing he did was jump on a plane home to you.
You squealed as you leapt over to him, pulling him in for the biggest hug as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
''My fucking race winner'' you excitedly squealed again, holding his head in your hands and peppering his face with kisses all over, not giving him the chance to say anything back.
Lando quickly had you up against the door, he pulled back and looked at you, eyes full of mischief.
''Think I deserve a well earned prize, no?'' he asked, a smirk playing at his lips.
You pretended to be lost in thought, thinking his words through, but deep down you both knew how the night was gonna end. When he'd won Miami, you'd both had the best sex of your lives. There was something about doing it after a win that made fucking a thousand times hotter - more arousal, more sensitivity. It was a match made in heaven.
When you didn't say anything back to him, he continued playfully-
''Oh fuck you if you think we not doing the nasty tonight'' he said, voice low.
You'd tried to keep the smile off your face, though you failed as your mind was spinning with the anticipation of what was to come.
Again, you didn't say anything. Instead you responded by pulling your hoodie off and smirking at him.
Lando's eyes darkened as he saw you weren't wearing anything underneath. He's always had a ting for your boobs and whenever you surprised him like this, he responds immediately.
He put your body weight down and cupped your face, crashing his lips into yours with such a force, you couldn't help but let out a pornographic moan through the back of your throat.
Your tongues fought for dominance for several minutes until you finally allowed him to slip his into your mouth, letting him explore it all over before he sucked and bit on your bottom lip.
Lando pulled back to look at you, lips red and swollen, the both of you breathless.
''Bedroom, yeah?'' he asked, knowing you too were as eager and impatient as he was.
''Uh huh'' you mumbled, before latching your lips to his again.
He carried you to your bedroom, roughly placing you on the bed before hovering above you, lips on your neck, sucking and biting at it, leaving a string of hickeys all the way down until he reached your boobs.
Lando wasted no time in sucking harshly on your one nipple as he rolled the other through his fingers, pulling more moans and praises from you.
''Hmm, yeah, Lando, please'' you begged as you left your core dripping wet yet clenching around nothing, begging for something.
''Relax babygirl, we've got the whole nigh to celebrate'' he said, pulling his own tshirt off.
Your hands instinctively found his torso and traced every line of his muscles, traveling south until you toyed with the strings of his joggers.
You slid you hand past them and cupped his thick girth through his boxers - an action that had him jittering with want.
''Fuck baby, need to taste you first'' he said, quickly taking your hand out and getting off the bed to sit at the edge on the floor, on his knees.
He pulled your whole body forward so you were lying at the edge as he stripped you of your leggings and spread your legs in all its glory, revealing to him that you weren't wearing any panties either, and you were already slick and sticky down there.
He gave you a look that quickly had you looking around for something to hold on to - he was going to devour you.
So you grabbed onto the sheets and shut your eyes, waiting in anticipation as Lando kissed a trail from your knees upwards, getting closer and closer to wear you needed him the most.
''Please, Lando'' you begged again, needing to relieve the ache.
Finally, he let his tongue dance at your cunt. He licked, sucked, nipped and bit at every inch of you as two of his fingers slid through you entrance with ease.
You arched your back off the bed, biting your lips as how intense the feeling was.
''Fuck, Lan''
''Hmm, taste so good baby, and still so fucking tight for me'' he whispered at the feeling of how your walls were clenching around his fingers almost painfully so.
He added a third finger and roughly bit on your clit, toppling you over the edge with no warning. Your juices coating his lips and chin as he rode you through your orgasm, not slowing his fingers one bit.
''Fuck me'' you said as you finally felt your body calming down, Lando having soothed your core with his tongue before swallowing everything you coated him in.
He pulled his fingers out and reached them to your own lips.
You quickly allowed him to slide them in then you sucked on them, eyes on his as you watched how his grew darker with each second, a groan escaping his lips at how sexy you looked with his fingers in your mouth.
Just as you were about to get on your own knees, desperate to suddenly taste him for yourself, he got up and started walking out of the room.
''Lan, wha-''
''Patience baby, I'm coming'' he said, leaving you sitting there confused as hell.
When he finally returned, he had a cup filled with ice, then it clicked in you.
He placed the cup on the side table before hovering above you again and kissing you senseless, with urgency, as his hand reached to pick up a cube of ice before pulling back and popping it into his mouth.
You watched with your mouth agape, the way he swirled his tongue around the cube, letting his spit mess his chin before he lowered his head and quickly let the ice cube sit between your boobs.
Your body reacted to the cold, jumping as it hit you, feeling your nipples stiffen straight away.
Lando held another cube in his mouth, this time letting it wander around your nipples and down your torso as your breath hitched and pulse quickened.
As that piece melted quickly die to your body heat, Lando quickly replaced it as he was now letting his dance on your cunt.
The coolness again sending a jolt of electricity through you as he found your clit.
''Fuck Lando I need you, please'' you said, so turned on by his activities but now you were getting impatient.
As the last cube melted, Lando used his fingers to stretch your entrance as much as he could before he let his tongue thrust in and out roughly, while using his strong arms to hold you down from jolting.
''Hmm, yes, fuck, just like that' you begged, already feeling your next orgasm approaching fast.
In no time you were releasing all over his face again, this time more cum escaping you as Lando made sure to lick you clean before shimmying up your body again and giving himself a look like he was so proud of himself.
You couldn't help but chuckle at him. ''Oh don't boost your ego'' you said, running a hand through his hair as he licked his lips.
''Juuust giving credit where it's due'' he said, leaning down to kiss you.
''Yeah? Let me give you some credit for winning the race today baby'' you said, pushing him off you and straddling him.
''Hahhaha, i already know it's gonna be the best head you've given. After Miami'' he said, winking at you.
''Ha-ha'' you playfully mocked him, lowering his joggers and boxers at the same time.
His dick sprang free, standing angry and tall. You took it in your hands and pumped him a few times.
He hissed at the contact as you swiped your thumb on his tip, spreading the pre-cum all over.
When you didn't immediately take him in your mouth, it was his turn to be impatient.
''Fuck, y/n please, just do it'' he begged.
Normally you would have liked to tease him a bit more but today you were so desperate for him to fuck you so you didn't waste time.
You leaned down and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue through his slit as Lando bucked his hips upwards when you sucked hard, before taking as much of him in as possible, feeling him hit the back of your throat.
He took a hold of your head in his hands, guding you through your movements of thrusting his dick in and out of your mouth.
''Fuck, missed this so much'' he hissed as you quickened your pace and started gagging around him, spit running down your chin making a mess of you.
Tears were stinging the corners of your eyes as your hands pumped the part of him you couldn't fit, your other hand fondling and tugging on his balls as Lando let out obscene moans and grunts, praising you for how well you were taking him.
You could feel he was starting to twitch now, movements becoming sloppy and clumsy, so you took full control again, and within minutes he was shooting his load down your throat, warm and salty cum making a further mess, dripping down your chin with your spit as you pulled back, breathless.
''Fuck, so good, come here'' he said, pulling you onto his lap.
You leaned against him, the both of you catching your breaths as he draw random shapes on your back.
He licked all that was dripping down your chin and onto your neck, having you moan at watching his taste himself.
''Hmm Lando please, fuck me'' you begged.
He smiled, ''gonna do just that baby. You ready for me, yeah?''
''Always ready for you baby'' you said as he man handled you to get on your knees, pulling your ass to stick out in the air.
You heard him chuckle to himself and couldn't help but smile.
Lando slid his thick cock through your folds a few times, gathering up your juices as your hands held onto the headboard, ready for what he was about to give you.
He pushed in hard and fast, bottoming out, while your walls clenched him painfully.
''Oh fuck Lan, feels so full'' you said as you shut your eyes and took the pain, trying to find the pleasure which came as he started moving.
''Fuck y/n, how are you this tight already? We fucked barely a week ago before I left'' you said, pulling out completely before thrusting back into you.
''Faster, please, please'' you begged, needling more.
Lando held your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he steadied your body and began his onslaught on your pussy.
He slammed in and out of you, his tip hitting just the right spots which had you seeing stars, while you felt his hot breath on your back, whispering dirty words in your ear as he leaned forward.
''So fucking tight my angel'' ''Gonna fuck a baby into you'' ''Gonna make your squirt one of these days'' ''Gonna make a mess of you'' ''Gonna have my cum dripping out of your pussy'' '''Letting me fuck you so well, so hard baby'' ''You're so fucking sexy'' ''Such a slut for me'' ''My own whore. Only mine''
Hearing him say you were his whore has your orgasm come with n o warning.
Your body was shaking under his as your walls tightened and you released your hot sticky juice, coating his dick white, unable to form any words so all you did was let out a string of pornographic moans and grunts.
''Fuck baby, that was a load full'' he said, not slowing his movements, but picking up his pace, chasing his own high.
''Come on baby, i know you've got more in you'' he said as he suddenly pulled out and flipped your body over, this time taking you missionary.
He rammed into you again, fucking into you harder than he was before, as you bit your lips and chased another high, your nails digging into his biceps.
Lando leaned down and locked hips with yours, occasionally biting and gnawing at your bottom lip until your body was shuddering again, cumming all over his dick again as you let out more groans and praises for him.
''Fuck baby'' you said through gritted teeth, getting a burst of energy and bucking your hips up to meet his half way.
''Almost there babygirl, told you I'm gonna fuck a baby into you'' he said, as you started to feel his dick twitch inside of you.
His words had you cumming again, violently so, because the thought of having his babies had you feeling some sort of way. It turned you on SO much.
When Lando felt your walls clench him again it was easy for him to finally shoot ropes of warm cum through your body, painting you white on the inside.
He groaned in your ear as he slowly slowed his pace, guiding you both through the bliss until he collapsed his body on top of yours.
You wrapped your arms around him as your bodies stuck together with a sheen of sweat covering you both.
As he was softening, still inside of you he lifted his head and looked at you sincerely.
''I wasn't joking. I want your babies y/n. I want all of you''
Your breath hitched as all you did was lean up and kiss him, pouring all your love into it.
''I want that too Lando'' you said, unable to keep the smile off your face.
''So no more pills, yeah?
''Uh huh'' you said, eagerly nodding your nod.
''But first i need to finish showing you how proud i am of you for winning today. You were incredible out there Lan. I love you so much''
''I love you too baby, thank you for always standing by me in my highs and lows. I love you so much, forever.'' he whispered, kissing you again before dragging you to the shower, to ''start practicing,'' in his own words.
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Maybe a Skully request for him learning the reader's birthday is really close to Halloween? I just think he'd get excited to hear the reader's had a Halloween themed birthday every year because of it, and due to it not being ON Halloween its like having two in 1 year, would absolutely be his dream if he doesn't already do that
Skully J. Graves x Reader
I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you like it <3
You casually mention your birthday while lounging in Ramshackle, almost as an afterthought. "Oh, yeah. My birthdayâs next week. Itâs always super close to Halloween, so Iâve had a Halloween-themed party almost every year."
Skully, who was dramatically arranging some black and white decorations in the room (for "aesthetic purposes"), suddenly freezes. He turns toward you slowly, his eyes widening with a mixture of awe and reverence. He drops the cobweb-covered garland heâs holding and rushes to your side in an over-the-top theatrical flourish, coat sweeping across the floor.
âWhat did you say?!â he asks, his voice high, almost like youâve revealed some ancient secret.
You blink at him. âUh...my birthdayâs next week?â
âAnd every yearâŠâ He leans closer, eyes locked on yours like you just said the most magical thing in the world. â...itâs Halloween-themed?!â
Grim, whoâs curled up in front of the fire with a snack, snorts. âPffft. Whyâs that such a big deal? We donât even get extra tuna just âcause itâs spooky time.â
Skully completely ignores Grim, focusing all his energy on you. âThis is...this is...this is the dream.â He grabs your hand and dramatically bows over it, pressing a kiss to the back of it. âYouâve been living my ideal life all this time, and I never knew! You, my friend, have been blessed with not just one, but two Halloweens every year!â
He gets this far-off, dreamy look in his eyes, as if heâs envisioning a world where he, too, has two Halloweens, one on your birthday and one on the actual holiday. "A prelude Halloween, and then the real Halloween...Itâs a masterpiece of planning, a work of art." He lets out a breathy sigh, âJack Skellington himself would be proud!â
âI mean, itâs not that big of a dealâŠâ you try, but Skullyâs already on another planet, his face lighting up like a jack-oâ-lantern.
âDo you know what this means?!â He suddenly grabs both of your shoulders, eyes wide with the joy of someone whoâs just unlocked the key to eternal happiness. âWe can have TWO Halloween parties in a row! One in your honor, and then the official Halloween! Two nights of pure, spooky glory!â He releases you, spins dramatically, and gestures around the room. âThe decorations, the costumes, the endless dark colorsâjust think about it! Itâs everything Iâve ever dreamed of!â
Grim rolls his eyes, crunching loudly on his snack. âYeah, yeah. And whereâs my tuna in all of this? Iâm not seeinâ how this benefits me.â
Skully waves his hand dismissively at Grim. âYouâll get all the tuna you want, little furball. Weâre talking about a double Halloween extravaganza! This is bigger than any feast of fish!â
Grimâs ears perk up. âDouble the tuna, huh?â
âI said parties, not tuna,â you point out, but Grimâs already on board.
âYeah, yeah, letâs go with double the parties, double the snacks,â Grim says, throwing in his vote for this wild plan. âIâll bring the fireworks.â
You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. âNo fireworks inside the dorm, Grim.â
Skully looks ready to faint from excitement. âImagine it...weâll start with a pre-Halloween bash for your birthday. Dark, moody decorations, not a single bright color in sight. No candyâjust the eerie emptiness of true Halloween spirit.â He twirls around, his cape billowing behind him. âThen, on the real Halloween, weâll raise the stakes even higher. There will be no sugar. No colors. Only shadows.â
Grim looks horrified. âWait, no candy?! Thatâs...thatâs sacrilege! You canât have a Halloween without candy!â
Skully turns to Grim, his voice deadly serious. âThe only true treat...is fear.â
Grim groans. âUgh, youâre the worst.â
Skully turns back to you with a grin. âWhat do you say? Two Halloweens! Double the spooky goodness, twice the amount of dark, colorless celebration...â
You laugh, watching the pure joy radiating from Skully. âYouâre absolutely obsessed.â
âI am obsessed!â he says proudly, puffing out his chest. âYou are living proof that Halloween is not confined to one day. It is a lifestyle, a way of being. And now, you and I...we shall celebrate that lifestyle together. Forever!â
Grim mutters something about âweirdosâ and âno candy,â but you just shake your head, feeling both exhausted and entertained by Skullyâs antics.
âWell,â you say with a grin, âI guess Iâd better start planning for two spooky parties this year.â
Skully nearly faints from happiness. âThis...this is everything Iâve ever wanted!â
Grim groans dramatically. âGreat. Two days of weirdos and no candy. Canât wait.â
Skully, in all his dramatic, Halloween-obsessed glory, was in for a treat. And now, youâve somehow roped yourself into throwing a double Halloween bash. Lucky you.
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Hello there baby, are your parents bakers? Cause you're a cutie pie lol sorry couldn't resist the urge to flirt with my favorite writerđHow have you been? How was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and a lovely nightđ
It's my first time here sending an ask but lately I've been thinking about shy!Spencer x flirty!reader, I just think is such a cute couple.
So if you're taking requests, I was thinking about early seasons Spencer completely falling for the reader and the way she's so flirty but sweet and kind, the way he'd be blushing hard at anything she says and how he'd like the way she's always touching him cause he felt cherised and desired.
It could be fluff or smut or both cause I can picture them going slow with the relationship but Spencer being eager to please her and show how much he loves everything about her.
You said about choosing a emoji, so can I be the đanon?
A/N: Thanks for the request! Shy Spencer is the best because he's so dumb and silly and doesn't realize when people are attracted to him. I've said it before, but he's basically every nerdy main character in 00s romcoms that are "unattractive" because they wear glasses. I hope you enjoy the fic~âĄ
Warnings: mentions of case details, slight spoilers for upto s5
With a degree in law and a deep-rooted hatred of businessmen, you'd certainly found your calling in one of the FBI White Collar divisions. Putting away the sleazy bastards was easily one of the biggest perks of the job, but every coin had a second side, and yours was you actually had to interact with the cretins before you could take them down.Â
You'd dealt with bribes, dinner invites, and sexual propositions more than a time or two, and had to remind yourself that kicking anyone of them clean in the balls was most likely a firing offense, if not legally off the table.Â
The man in the case you were currently working - possibly Bill Hodges, possibly Daniel Brady, possibly so many more men - had been a typical white collar freak until he'd moved on to murder. And when you'd been so close to nailing his ass for fraud, too.Â
You'd had no choice but to call in whatever unit it was that actually got to put bullets in the bastards, sure that you were going to be strong-armed out of months of work for the glory of taking down a spree killer.Â
Instead, you got Spencer Reid, delivered freshly to your desk like a lamb to slaughter.Â
âSorry, you're the agent from the BAU?â You asked, raking your eyes across his body, smiling at his obvious discomfort with the attention.Â
âYes, Doctor Reid. I'm here for more information on the Hodges files.âÂ
You dusted your skirt off as you stood, moving around the desk to grab the file. You held it out to him but pulled it back when he reached for it.
âI'm sorry, you're really in the BAU?â An embarrassed look fell across his face, and you instantly felt shitty.Â
âDo you want to see my credentials?âÂ
âNo, I'm sorry, it's just - I wasn't expecting someone soâŠpretty?âÂ
The embarrassed look deepened to a flush, and you brightened at the sight. You weren't lying. He really was pretty, and you hoped your comment hadn't come off as patronizing.Â
âYou're adorable. Here's the file, Iâll be at your team briefing in half an hour. Spencer, right?âÂ
He nodded, finally waking up and taking the files as you pushed it against his chest, using the movement to step slightly closer.Â
âI'll see you later then,â you trailed your look down, getting a good look at all of him before meeting his eyes again. âSave me a seat?âÂ
âI should⊠I'll, uh, go now. Thanks for the-â he stammered, pointing to the file, backing out of your space slowly, like an animal trying not to show its back to a predator.Â
Unlike the long line of scumbags filling the halls and case files of your floor, Spencer was without bravado or ego. His lack of both meant that you were interested. You were very interested.Â
Half an hour later, you practically sprinted to the 6th floor, bouncing up the stairs to the office where you'd take your meeting like a giddy school girl.Â
âHello, sorry, I'm not late, am I?â You asked, quietly opening the door and letting yourself in.Â
âAgent Y/N, no, perfect timing, Penelope was just about to brief us on your case,â Hotch said, rising and giving your hand a firm shake. He looked around to find a seat to usher you into, but you quickly dropped yourself into the seat right beside Spencer Reid, grin deepening as he flushed and offered you an awkward yet endearing smile.Â
Unconsciously, you shifted closer, shooting him your own smile before the meeting officially began, and you were forced to keep a straight, serious face.Â
The entire case progressed in much the same way, with you doing everything you could to fluster Spencer Reid and him doing everything in his power to convince himself you were being friendly.Â
âSpencer, do you have a phone number?â You asked after slipping out of the meeting, trailing him back to his desk.Â
âYeah, we have to keep connected for cases, so I have a phone.âÂ
âGreat. Your number - what is it?âÂ
He rattled off the digital as you scribbled them down on a notepad.Â
âAnd Hotch's number is-âÂ
âOh, I won't need that. Thanks, Spencer.â You said waving as you left to slink back to your desk. You could hear him calling out behind you, confused.Â
âY/N⊠Y/N, we split up on cases often, if there's an incident and you need to contact us it's better to have all of the team members numbers,â he panted, jogging to catch up with your focused pace.Â
âIf I need to contact you, I'll take myself to Agent Garciaâs office and use her direct line,â you said, finally stopping yourself at the elevator and pressing the button.Â
He caught up, and stopped abruptly next to you.Â
âOh⊠oh, yeah that's⊠that's efficient.âÂ
You stepped onto the elevator when it arrived, leaving Spencer hesitating whether or not to climb in himself, desperately wondering why you'd ask for his number then.Â
âGoodbye, Doctor Reid,â you said, pressing the door close button and blowing him a kiss just before the doors blocked you from sight.Â
To tell the truth, you'd had a lot of fun flirting with Spencer on the phone from Penelopeâs office during the case. The woman was an inspiration, even if her flirting had a completely different purpose and meaning than your own. Her friendship with Derek Morgan was admirable, but you didn't want to be friends with Spencer Reid.Â
âHello, handsome, what can I do for you today?â You asked, picking up the phone and basking in the stammers that answered you down the line.Â
âD-Do you need me to get Morgan for you?â He said, his voice treading lightly.Â
âUnless Derek Morgan has, overnight, managed to turn into a 6â1 Doctor with a penchant for cardigans and leather satchels and an IQ of 187, then I am absolutely not looking for him. I have case details.âÂ
He brushed past your comment, but he kept the slight stammer through the conversation, right until you signed off.Â
âUntil next time, sexy.â
âUm, yeah⊠thanksâŠbeautiful?â he signed off, and you guffawed in laughter even as Penelope stared wide-eyed in your direction, not believing her ears.Â
âPlease forgive our little test tube genius. We forgot to add flirting skills to his childhood curriculum, and now, alas, the poor thing doesn't know a damn thing.âÂ
He'd called back a few hours later, and you'd purred more compliments down the line, but this time with the team surrounding him as they closed in on your unsub.Â
âHello, this is beautiful speaking. How may I help you?â You giggled down the line, picking up the call after only a single ring.Â
âY/N,â he breathed, catching his breath awkwardly as he struggled to remember why it was you were needed.Â
âSo⊠um, like⊠Hotch has a question about the files you sent earlier. He needs Penelope to⊠do something as well.âÂ
You could almost see the awkward nod through the phone.Â
âGreat. Pass me over to Hotch, then, hot stuff.âÂ
You heard the tell-tale sound of Derek Morganâs cackle in the background, and you couldn't help but let another giggle slip out. You were a gonner, and, hopefully, so was he.Â
The case wrapped quickly after that, spree killing being a quick game of cat and mouse out of necessity. You weren't happy with three bodies, but it sure as hell was preferable to more.Â
You greeted the BAU team at the jet hanger as they returned, reclaiming your fraud files for paperwork and using that simple chore as a reason to get close to Spencer again.Â
âGood work out there, Doctor Reid.âÂ
âWhat, he's not hot stuff anymore now he's in front of you?â Emily Prentiss laughed, throwing her go bag onto her shoulder and trailing behind where you'd started strolling alongside Spencer.Â
âOh, he's still hot stuff. He's just hot stuff with three PhDs that just stopped a spree killer,â you said, sighing dreamily. âHow do you do it?âÂ
âWe were all there too, you know,â the other woman chuckled as you made it inside the building and to the elevator.Â
âYeah, well,â you said, taking a second to reach out and straighten out Spencer's skewed tie, smoothing his jacket and generally just touching him in whatever way you could, respectfully.Â
You didn't even bother to finish your sentence, just leaning closer to his ears and whispering directly into them.Â
âYou're very cute when you're flustered, Doctor Reid.âÂ
You stepped away for a second while the rest of his team teased him, stepping to the back of the elevator to ascend to your floor while the others departed on theirs.Â
They filed out one by one and you sent them off with a smile and a wave, signing in defeat as you realized there was no longer a reason for you to interact with the good doctor ever again.Â
If you weren't so stupidly aware of him, you'd almost have missed the fact that Spencer didn't leave the elevator when his teammates did. He instead turned to you and, with the brightest red you'd seen on his face to date, stammered out half a sentence.Â
âI.. Y/N, I was just⊠curious, if you, by any chanceâŠâÂ
Your eyes widened in joy as you anticipated his question, silently begging him just to spit it out.Â
âI was wondering, i-if you had⊠a boyfriend?â By the end of his sentence, even he seemed unsure of whether that was a question he should really be asking.Â
You'd been throwing heart eyes at him for says, and he was asking if you were in a committed relationship.Â
âNo,â you said slightly breathily, as if your body were trying to expel all the anticipation it had stupidly built up. âNo, I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer.â
âGreat okay,â he smiled, a boyish grin if you'd ever seen one, before backtracking quickly.
âWell not great for you, great for me. Not that you can't be happy alone, I don't know how you feel aboutâŠromantic entanglements and I-I-Iâm not saying that your life isn't,â he searched for the words with his hands, as of he could grasp them as a life line while he was sinking fast. â-Great without a boyfriend or anything like that, I'm just - really - pleased that position is currently⊠vacant?âÂ
âSpencer?â You said, feeling like a cat who got the cream as a smile twitched at your lips, pulling the corners up as you listened to him ramble.Â
âYes?â
âDo you want to be my boyfriend or are you asking for a friend?âÂ
You'd meant the words as a joke but he stood contemplating for a second. You pushed a hand against your mouth to suppress the childish squeal from popping out.Â
âIt would be a bit presumptuous to shoot straight for boyfriend, right? How about date ....partner?âÂ
You couldn't stop yourself from closing in on him then, practically cornering him in the elevator as the floors passed you by.
âPresumptuous would be thinking I could have a boyfriend when I've been begging you to stick your tongue down my throat with my eyes for the last half hour. I thought they taught you body language at the BAU?âÂ
âThey teach us how to catch criminals, not how to see when someone is giving usâŠfuck me eyes, Y/N.â The curse left you a little dizzy - this was it, this was what you'd been trying to do all week, to get under his skin and get him to let his guard down so you could capture him.Â
âDoctor Reid, I'm a little scandalized! I didn't know you swore. What a dirty mouth you have.â You reached up with both hands, letting your thumb on his lips before pretending to wipe something away at the corner of his mouth. You were in the perfect position to notice his throat bob as he swallowed.
The elevator pinged at your floor, and you left him behind you with one last swipe of your fingers at his chin. You weren't expecting him to follow, but he did.
âY/NâŠplease, Y/NâŠ. Can we justâŠ?â You relished the awkwardness in his voice as he trailed you again, a satisfied smile settling onto your face.Â
You just kept walking. Or you did until you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist and pull you sideways into the nearest storage cupboard.Â
You gasped as he pinned you to the wall, close not, but his eyes still hesitant on what to do next.Â
âSpen-â He cut you off with his lips on yours, silencing you before you could get the final word. His lips were clumsy at first, but you felt hot under his touch arching yourself up into him. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he found his stride, your hands tangling in his hair as you held on for dear life.
This was it. This was what you'd been waiting for.Â
Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of you gasping for breath to fill your suddenly empty lungs.Â
âWas thatâŠ.what⊠you wanted?â He panted, resting his head on yours.Â
There were no words. It was what you wanted but now you wanted more, needed more. You settled for a quick nod as your tongue flamed, unable to say anything helpful.Â
âGood. GreatâŠâ he removed his hands from you and scratched at the back of his neck, putting a more respectful distance between the two of you as he cleared his throat.Â
âI'll just-â he pointed to the door and started making his way out. You sighed again, watching him walk away down the hall, his hair a mess, his tie askew, and a whole lot of your lipstick staining his lips.Â
Surely, he'd notice by the time anyone else did. If not, you'd just effectively staked your claim on Doctor Spencer Reid, and you couldn't be happier about it. Â
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