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Teasing JJK Men With a Popsicle

Summary: When the sun is hot, you cool off with a tasty ocy treat! While also teasing your boyfriend.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU), AFAB!Reader

Warnings: suggestiveness, food play?? language, kissing, teasing, mock blowjobs, smutty-esque

Word Count: 5,5k

A/N: this is another poll prompt I did awhile back! I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things now that my writers block is gone! Enjoy!!

Gojo Satoru:

“Good mornin—ooh—” Shoko held her cigarette between her teeth, watching you boil with anger. “Not a good morning?” she asked, cockimg a brow as you plopped down on the bench next to her.

“It would’ve been if it wasn’t for Gojo.”

“Yikes, using your boyfriend‘s last name. What did he do to piss you off??

“It’s on the lines of what he ‘didn’t do.’” Your best friend took a long drag and blew the smoke above her head.

“I’m going to regret asking this, but what happened?”

The morning has started with the potential of being a great day. Gojo had you on top of him, rocking your hips against his morning wood, getting you all riled up before he broke the kiss. He quickly got out of bed, claiming that he needed to get ready for the meeting, which you knew was a crock of shit, but instead of calling him out, you made the mistake of joining him in the shower. He had you pinned against the wall, pressing between your legs, teasing your pussy before pulling away the second you began grinding down on him. It was painfully clear your asshole of a boyfriend decided to edge you all fucking morning. Once you made this discovery, you did your best to avoid him and his seductive advances.

But avoiding him was easier said than done.

On the ride to school, his fingers teased your inner thighs, rubbing the skin gently. When you finally made it to work, he cornered you in a classroom, rubbing himself over the fat of your ass. Gojo had woken up and chose violence this morning, and you were his victim.

“I’m seriously about to ask Yaga to send me off to supervise a mission or something to get me away from him.”

The only reason you were able to maintain some form of composure was all thanks to the first year’s training session Gojo was instructing. You had an hour to try to calm yourself down to get through the rest of the day, but knowing Gojo, he wouldn’t make the rest of the day easy. No amount of time would prepare you for the relentless torture. That was sure to ensue the second he got back from his lesson.

Shoko blew out another cloud, cupping some dark hair behind her ear. “Your solution is simple.” You stared blankly at your best friend. “You tease the bastard back.” Part of you jumps eagerly at the idea of switching the playing field. Part of you began cooking up all sorts of plots to invoke your revenge. The other half of you pouts, sinking slowly further down the bench.

“Yeah, and how do you suggest I do that? The last time I checked, he’s a giant who is untouchable. Even if I tried grinding against him, all he needed to do was put up his infinity.”

“You don’t have to grind on him to tease him. I’m a lesbian, and even I know that.”

“Then what do I do?”

Shoko put her cigarette out before gently grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the teacher's lounge. “We just need to make a quick stop at the kitchen.”

Gojo sighed as he watched the first-years brawl with the second-years. This was far less entertaining than teasing you had been. Seeing your pretty skin flush before you sighed in annoyance was his fuel for the day. Teasing you was just too easy. But he fully intended to make all the teasing worthwhile once you got home.

He just wanted to go as fast as he could to get back to said teasing. “Hey.” Never mind the waiting; it seemed as though some other almighty power had answered his prayers. You had been summoned near his side, practically begging to be teased! You were like a moth to the glowing flame that was his stature.

“Hey sweetie, what do you say we blow this popsicle stand and head to the sh-h-he—!!”

Gojo’s flawless Ivory skin flushed a crimson red when he turned his attention to you. Your pretty lips were sealed around a popsicle, sucking it as if it was his dick. Cheeks were hollowed, and your eyes narrowed as you watched his lips quiver under the shock of seeing you in such a promiscuous state. Once you were sure his attention was focused solely on you, your head began bobbing, taking more of (him) the popsicle into your mouth with a fucking moan. That sound alone should be reserved for him and his dick only, not some popsicle. Why the fuck was he getting insanely jealous over a sweet?!

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Cooling off?” You say, finally pulling off the cream-colored icy treat

Satoru scoffed, shifting his weight from one leg to the other to distract himself from his tightening pants. But nothing truly seemed to help because all he could focus on was how pretty your lips looked wrapped around your frozen popsicle. While he was suffering, you reveled in the satisfaction and the sweet taste of revenge.

“Baby, come on, don’t do this to me.” He complained, watching you take the whole length into your mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh?” You swirl your tongue around the tip. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry for what, Toru?” You asked, popping the popsicle back into your mouth

“I’m sorry for teasing you, okay?!”

Your lips together, humming thoughtfully as you tapped your index finger against your chin. “I guess you seem like you mean it.” Satoru nodded, fluffy tufts of white hair moving with his every move. “But that still doesn’t make what you did right, so no, I won’t stop.” Your boyfriend let out a pained moan as you returned to enjoying your frozen treat.

“Sweetie, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Your cheeks hollowed as you suck the tip hard.

“Yes, anything!”

You hummed again, pulling off the tip. “You’re going to let me ride you tonight. And I will edge until I see tears in those blue eyes.”

Gojo scoffed, bending down slightly and getting in your face. “You say that as if it’s a punishment.” You focused on his blindfold as you pulled off the popsicle.

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh, please, like you riding me is a punish—” For an instant, Gojo waited, thinking that maybe you were going to have some smart retort to shoot back at him. But instead, you bit the tip of the popsicle off with your teeth with an aggressive snarl.

With pure satisfaction, you watched your boyfriend's hands shoot down his crotch. Where he covered his now soft cock. His jaw went slack as eyebrows twitched from underneath his blindfold, clearly pained by your actions. You smiled before patting him on the shoulder and turning to walk back towards the school with a sway in your hips. One that generally left him eager to get home, but this time, it sent pinpricks down his spine.

“Can’t wait to get home and teach you a thing or two!”

While the strongest sorcerer of the modern age watched, you saunter off. He was beginning to realize just how badly he had fucked up. And he was not looking forward to what you had planned for him. Okay, maybe he was a little excited.

Geto Suguru:

It wasn’t your fault. You had done nothing to deserve the sex ban your boyfriend had put you on. You may have fallen through a second-story window after purposely ignoring his warnings. And it may have been a fall that had resulted in you needing twenty stitches, but that didn’t mean he needed to withhold sex from you.

Normally when shit like this happened, the outcome either resulted and you were getting lectured or getting spanked, which wasn’t ordinarily bad at all. But seeing that this was your fifth injury in three weeks, Suguru decided to take a different approach to teach you a lesson, and it was a lesson that was working, much to your dismay.

This punishment was beginning to eat you alive.

You could live without sex for a week, but two weeks should be considered torture. To make matters worse, any attempts you had made to push Suguru to break the stupid ban himself had gone unnoticed, unbothered, and irritated you beyond all means. You were utterly desperate to get dick down by your fantastic boyfriend, but you still had another four days to go before the ban was up.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

You hummed as you stood at the end of an alley, looking back at your boyfriend, who used his curse technique on the curse you had been fighting into a ball. Suguru rubbed the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat that coated his brow. It was a hot one in downtown Tokyo, but you had the perfect way to cool off! One that was sure to ignite the flames of passion deep inside Suguru’s chest.

“Okay,” Suguru said softly as walking towards the entrance of the alley where you were waiting for him, “I just need to swallow, and then we can get back to Jujutsu High. I was thinking maybe we could—” your boyfriend, paused, looking up from the cursed spirit in his palm, watching as you slowly run your tongue along the underside of a popsicle. “When did you have time to grab that?”

“Right when you started working your magic!” Your tongue stained a fluorescent red as the taste of cherry washed over your taste buds. “This cute little shop had them right by the door! Works out perfectly in that summertime Tokyo heat.”

Suguru hummed, eyeing the curse sphere in his hand, bracing himself for what he knew he had to do next. “Would you mind—” he stopped talking as you pushed yourself off the wall, turning to stand before him. You sucked on the cherry popsicle as if it were your boyfriend’s cock. Your cheeks bobbing your head over the sweet, tangy treat, all while maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend. “Princess.”

“Ah~!” you moaned out happily, popping your mouth off the tip of the popsicle. You made sure to lick your lips ever so slowly, hoping they were slightly swollen with all the sucking you had done. “Yes, Suguru~?”

This was it. He would finally break after all of your efforts in the three days! You couldn’t wait to hear what he had to say! Maybe it would be, ‘I can't take this any longer. I need to feel you!’ Or better yet, he might not say anything at all! He might drag you down the dark and take you right there against the brick wall. It would be an adrenaline rush with the prospect of getting caught doing some naughty things in public!

You could feel yourself vibrating with excitement and need. A look that didn’t go unnoticed by your incredibly observant boyfriend. He could see the way that you were pressing your thighs together. Your lips slightly parted at the sound of his voice. And the telltale sign was the fact that your eyes so bluntly focused on his crotch as if you were willing him to get erect. It was almost cute seeing you so eager.

“Make sure there’s no one coming.” The disappointment that flashed across your features like lightning was as clear as a crystal lake. “Go on.”

Your eyebrow twitched with visible anger, and you practically stormed to the end of the alley, looking both ways and ensuring no pedestrians were walking by. “It’s clear.” There was a sour tone to your voice, fully capable of cuddling milk.

“Thank you, darling,” Suguru responded before tilting his head back and popping the curse into his mouth.

The horrendous taste of a rag that was used to wipe up vomit coated his tongue before he was able to swallow the curse down. Once he absorbed the curse, he focused his attention on you to draw away from the horrendous taste that coated his mouth like a film. He usually found himself drawn towards you after he swallowed a curse. You were his anchor, in a way—something to ground himself to without losing himself in the disgusting taste that would drive anyone mad.

Typically, when his dark eyes met yours, he was met with a warm and gentle smile. Only this time, he was met with the burning, lustful gaze as you practically deep-throated a popsicle. Seeing you suck on it before hadn’t been all that distracting, but now that you were getting into it, it was a different story. Your eyes had a far-off gaze as you focused on him. Your head moved up and down over the popsicle, coding it in your saliva as you sucked on it hard.

Seeing you in such a state left Suguru swallowing harder than he had when he swallowed the curse. With each inch you took further into your mouth, you could see a flicker of need in his eyes. This was it—your boyfriend‘s breaking point. Suguru was going to be the one to crash; he was going to be the one to break his ban!

In the blink of an eye, Suguru snarled, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you deeper down the alley. The sudden jerky movement caused you to drop your popsicle, tumbling to the ground and breaking into several uneven pieces. But you didn’t give a fuck about the popsicle! You were more eager to get to be with your boyfriend again finally!

Suguru grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His lips met yours in a crash of pure, unfiltered need. The man didn’t even give you a chance to fully understand what was happening or try to match his pace. One, his lips were slanted against yours, and the next, he was showing his tongue into your mouth without even asking for permission by the tip of his tongue slowly over your bottom lip. You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back, his knee darting between your legs, pressing up against your clothed core.

He pulled away for a moment before slamming his lips back against yours, nearly causing your teeth to clash against each other.his tongue, massage yours, wrapping around the muscle, as you found yourself melting against him, hips, slowly, moving as the taste of cherry slowly enveloped his mouth. His feverish kisses began to cool down as your hips slowly began rocking against his thigh, eager For what else he had to offer you in his alleyway.

But as quickly as the kiss came, it ended. He pulled away, panting heavily as he released his grip on your wrists. You fell forward against his chest, gripping his jacket for support as he removed his knee from between your legs. You were shaking slightly at the arousal that burned through your veins like boiling water. Peering up at your boyfriend, you watched as he licked at the smeared cherry syrup on his lips.

“S-Sugu—what was?!”

“I just had to get the taste of the curse out of my mouth. And since you were so rudely didn’t even offer to get me a popsicle, I decided to make do with what I had. It’s not like Satoru is around to offer me candy. So I decided to taste your popsicle firsthand.”

You felt as though the world was crashing down on you. “I-I—!” Suguru shut his eyes as he tilted his head to the side, smiling softly, which was sinister with what he had just done to you.

“Did you honestly think that was going to break me? Oh, my sweet Princess, you’d have to do a lot more than that.” he wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down the alleyway back to the bustling streets. “You have four days to go, then we can make up for lost time. But by all means, keep up your technique by sucking more popsicles, it may not break me, but I do enjoy the sight of you sucking on it.”

Needless to say you had learned your lesson. You found that out by yourself right then there, standing in an alley after being twat-blocked your boyfriend who was right. You needed to be more careful on your missions, and you definitely would be more careful from now on. Because your boyfriend was not going to ever break a sex ban.

Nanami Kento:

It was hot, and you felt even hotter in every part of your body. You were sitting on your porch watching your husband mow the grass in your backyard. You had offered to do it earlier this week, but he insisted on taking care of it because of how hot it was. The last thing he wanted was for his beautiful wife to get overheated and possibly suffer the consequences of heat stroke.

At first, you weren’t sure if you were insulted or relieved by his request. You wanted to help with the yard work; you had no problem doing that. But Nanami made you a deal: if you did the laundry, he would ensure the yardwork was done, which didn’t seem that fair of a deal to you. Your washing machine and dryer were inside the comfort of your air-conditioned house while your husband was stuck outside in the heat doing yard work.

After you finished the laundry, you changed into a pair of booty shorts and a tank top, fully motivated to get outside and help him finish the yardwork so the two of you could shower and relax for the evening. But the second Nanami spotted you walking down the steps of the porch, heading towards him, he stopped what he was doing and pointed to the chair that was under the shade.

“My love, it’s too hot for you to be out here. I'm almost done. Take a seat. I can handle it.”

“Kento, if you stop being so stubborn, we could get it done faster!” you pleaded with your husband, crossing your arms over your chest.“Just let me help you with weeding the garden!”

Your husband turned the lawnmower off, using the short brake to wipe the sweat Office face with his dirty shirt. “Sweetpea, I already finished picking the weeds; I watered all the plants; all I need to do now is just mow the lawn. So please take a seat and relax. It won’t take me very long.” You wanted to argue with him to tell him that he was being asinine about the whole situation; that stubborn look in his eyes, however, told you there was no persuading him to stop.

With a side of defeat, you back up the stairs of the porch, flopping your ass down in the lounge chair, looking out at him. Nanami smiled, readjusting his baseball hat with a wink before turning the lawn mower back on. Your husband often called you stubborn, but perhaps he needed to take the time to look in the mirror because he was just as stubborn, if not more stubborn than you.

Was it that bad that you wanted to help him out? It wasn’t as though you were some fragile flower incapable of doing yardwork. If you weren't so angry, you would’ve been able to take the time to enjoy the view in front of you. Your sweaty husband roamed around the yard, ensuring it was pristine. Sweat ran down his neck, biceps, and face, making him look as though he was some sort of Greek god.

But he was being childish at the current moment.

Clearly, trying to be an adult and offer your assistance to him wasn’t going to help, and talking to him about trying to persuade him to let you help wasn’t going to work either. There wasn’t much more you could do. Once your husband has made a decision, he typically sticks with it.

But there was one thing even the Nanami Kento couldn't resist on a hot day like this! You hopped out of your chair and rushed back into the house, heading straight for the freezer. You snickered to yourself as you pulled out your secret weapon before returning to the backyard.

Nanami had just turned the lawnmower off again and moved to discard the lawn clippings in the trash bag. He fully set it off to the side, intending to add it to the other compost by the shed you used for your flowers. Sweat ran down his chiseled cheeks, and he was looking forward to getting this done so he could take a very long shower with you. But just as he was about to connect the basket back to the lawnmower, he looked up at you and dropped it to the ground.

You were sitting back in the lounge chair, legs propped up on the porch railing, as you slowly licked around the frozen treat in the waffle cone in your hand. You are pretty tongue-lapped at your favorite frozen flavor, your eyes transfixed on him as you swirled your tongue expertly around the tip of the treat. Watching you do something so lewd on a dessert had Nanami swallowing hard. He suddenly found his basketball shorts were way too tight for comfort.

You had not intended for it to be like this. Your mind was nowhere even close to being in the gutter. Instead, your intentions were innocent. In the long run, your plan had been to entice him with ice cream to take a break in the shade with you. Maybe once he got out of the blazing heat, you would be able to convince him to allow you to help him. Your poor husband thought you were doing something completely different; fortunately, it worked.

His eyes were towards the grass that was cut evenly, aside from the small patches near the back wall that were practically unnoticeable to anyone who didn’t know the yard like you or Kento did; it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if he didn’t mow it just this once. The lawn society would come and arrest him for missing a minuscule part of the lawn. Besides, it was too damn hot to be out in the yard working in heat like this. Not when you sat on the porch looking at him with narrowed eyes as you lapped seductively at your treat.

A look you hadn’t realized you had even been giving the man. Your intentions had been pure. So you knew you had won when you watched Nanami quickly move across the yard, picking up his yard tools and throwing them in the shed without a care in the world. You silently fist-pumped the aias. Nanami came bounding across the yard with a purpose. There was a look in those honey-brown eyes as he ran up the stairs.

“How sweet of you to join m—mmphm!”

Your frozen dessert falls onto your lap as Nanami tosses his baseball cap off to the side, his hands gripping your face as he kisses you deeply. Your eyes rolled back, your mind completely ignoring the fact that your frozen treat was melting in your lap. All your brain could focus on was kissing Nanami back; everything else fizzled into the background as he lifted you out of the chair, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Mhmm—my love.” the moan that left Nanami’s mouth caused the little hairs on your arms to stand as goosebumps rose. “If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask.”

“H-Huh—?” you drunkenly asked as he opened the backdoor, expertly shutting and locking it as his lips moved over your neck. He chucked warm and deep, his face buried in your neck.

You inhaled sharply, whimpering as his teeth grazed over your pulse. “If you wanted me to ravish you this badly, all you needed to do was say so instead of teasing me.” Your mind raced as you suddenly became aware of what he had been talking about.

The ice cream. Your intention to innocently persuade him to join you on the porch to cool off had been misconstrued as a beg for him to stop what he was doing so you could suck him off, maybe even do more. So, the way you saw it, you had two options. Be honest with your husband and tell him you just wanted the home to cool off on the porch as a ploy to convince him to let you help with the yard. Or, go with what he was saying and have steamy, hot shower sex.

“Oh shoot! You caught me! Here, I thought I was being so aloof with my plans!”

Your husband kicks the door to your bedroom open, heading into the bathroom. “Luckily for me, I can read you like a book.” Your fingers run through his slightly damp, sweat-ridden hair, scratching at the undercut as you pull yourself in and kiss him deeply.

“That you do.”

Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU)

The door to the apartment flew open, and you snarled, eyes searching for any sign of your boyfriend. “Kuna!” screamed at the top of your lungs. There was no response, but that didn’t stop you from searching the empty apartment for your teasing boyfriend.

Intentions of making him pay for the relentless teasing he had put you through your workday. It started as an innocent text that said good morning and to have a good day. That innocent message progressed to him saying he missed you, followed by a picture of him lying in bed, his ripped abdomen muscles on full display. The photo in itself is something you were used to, but the images that followed were out of nowhere.

Pictures of his bulge in his basketball shorts came up on your screen. With each picture that showed up, they became more scandalous. The bulge turned into photos of him, groping himself through his pants, the erection clearest day to shots of his tattooed, happy trail all the way up to the base of his cock. Your face flushed as you shielded your phone from the prying eyes of your coworkers. You texted him to knock it off, but that was not easily persuaded. He did what he wanted, and he didn’t give a fuck.

Those scandalous photos turned into Voice Memos that had your panties soaked and your lip raw from how hard you bid it to hold the back whimpers. The man was torturing you, and you had planned to make him suffer as much as he had made you. But now that you were finally off the clock, in the safety of your own home, and the bastard was nowhere to be found!? Typical teasing dick move.

You stormed into the kitchen, searching for something to distract yourself with. Finding a popsicle in the freezer, you unwrapped it just as the front door opened and shut. In a second, you watched as your boyfriend around the corner, dropping his keys on the counter.

“Kitten!” shouted around with hungry desire. “I'm home!”

“Hm.” Instead of responding with the normally warm, enthusiastic welcome, he was greeted with the coldness of a winter storm.

“Oh, don't hm me. What do you say I ma—” His words traveled off as he fixed his gaze on you, witnessing you pushing the pink popsicle into your mouth, sucking on the tip as he blinked before focusing on you.

Teasing wasn’t as fun now that he was the one on the receiving end of it. That’s what you thought. You had been eager to watch his face contort with need. Longing to make him suffer the same way he had made you suffer throughout the entirety of your day. Shortly as you found yourself lost in thoughts, you were met with the dark, almost void look in his crimson eyes.

That almost emotionless look in his eyes, and he didn’t seem bothered by your actions. Instead, you’ve leaned further over the counter, not breaking the eye contact. There was a lot you had been expecting your boyfriend to do in response to your teasing. So you continued to deep-throat the icy treat. But when Soukouna reached into the fruit bowl on the counter, picking up a peach, your eyebrows twitched as you tried to figure out what he intended to do.

A split second passed before Sukuna reached for the knife block. He pulled out the pairing knife, still maintaining icon contact. You walked, and your boyfriend sliced into the fruit. Its sweet juices beat against the fuzzy skin. The second peach was split in half. Sukuna grabbed the pit of the peach, throwing it into the sink.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, continuing to suck on the popsicle in a very messy manner. Was he seriously going to sit there and eat a peach without saying anything? Before you could even continue to question his intentions, you came to the shocking realization that he wasn’t going to eat the peach.

Your big buff boyfriend leaned over the counter himself, holding the peach in one hand while the other gripped the counter with his other. You watched as his pierced tongue slid out of his mouth slowly, lapping at the inside of the peach; in a way, he typically ate you out. He ran his piercing over the indent of the peach where Sukuna re the tip of the pit was, where your clit would be. He ran his tongue over that spot over and over before his tongue slid back down, lapping over the juicy peach.

Watching him lapping at the peach in such a seductive manner made you choke at first. Your boyfriend snickered as he kept his burning gaze focused solely on you. What the fuck? Why was this so erotic?! Watching him eating out a peach, you were suddenly jealous.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” He purred out cocking an eyebrow. The juices from the peach smeared over his mouth as he pulled away. “You can dish it out but can’t take it?”

“Mhmm~!” You hummed out aggressively, swirling your tongue over the top of the popsicle. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whispered, running the tip of your tongue over what you pretended was the slit of your boyfriend's cock.

“Ah, okay, I see. You can pretend you’re not imagining that popsicle as my thick cock, but I’m pretending this.” He held the peach up. “Is your sweet cunt.”

His words sent fire to pool in your abdomen. “O-oh yeah?” You questioned as if you didn’t know that’s what he was doing.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t compare to you.” He growled as he flicked his tongue over the peach. “You’re so much wetter, sweeter, and make the prettiest sounds. I’d much rather bury my head between your thighs.”

“Yet you’re still licking the peach.”

“And you're still deepthroating a fucking popsicle.”

You weren’t going to break down first! You refused to when he had started the teasing this morning while you were at work. Even if the popsicle melted you had a freezer full of them to continue this stupid game.

“Mmm~haaah~” Sukuna moaned softly, flicking his tongue over the peach in strategic swipes, ones you were familiar with. “S,” Sukuna hummed before you watched his tongue quickly dip down, “U,” the pink tongue darted down before two quick flicks followed, “K—”

You were a liar.

You threw the popsicle to the floor before snatching the peach away from your boyfriend and throwing it into the sink. Your boyfriend's smirk didn’t even have a chance to tug at the corner of his mouth as you yanked him closer to you by the straps of his tank top. Not expecting you to falter so quickly, Sukuna barely had time to process what was happening before he was dragged around the kitchen island, where your lips slammed against his.

All cocky attitudes joined the discarded peach pit in the sink as you both threw yourselves at each other. The sweet, sticky taste of peaches and strawberries collapsed in a kaleidoscope of flavors as your tongues massaged each other as you fell to the tile floor, wrapping your limbs around your boyfriend. Clothes were tugged off, and belts were unbuckled before moans flooded the apartment, and neither of you intended to stop until you were a sticky, sweaty mess.

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laios touden | seven modern!au, established relationship. swf. you're doing your nails and laios is being laios. please get this man out of my head. (pet name : baby)

he stops in his footsteps as he realizes he's been incessantly speaking on the topic of why a highspeed rail would enable real solutions to transit problems without your usual hum or uh huh. you are the most patient listener and he feels tremendously alone in the hallway.

where have you drifted off to?

laios finds himself poking his head through every available doorway. kitchen? spotless, he gets lost in reimagined the meal held hours prior before being reminded, once again, he isn't close to you.

the bathroom is empty, smells vaguely of a grape handwash (purple you claim) he's come to associate with you.

he pads, room to room, so laser focused on finding your bright beaming smile he almost crashes into you, sitting on the ground, concentrating.

nail clippings lay a napkin, he's careful not to accidentally kick it as he ensnares you in a hug. legs caging your form as he stuffs his nose into your collarbone. "careful" you huff, nail paint bottle and brush barely escaping your skin. "baby, ten minutes please."

he groans, squeezes you tighter. mumbling nothings into your neck, his nose tickling, a giggle escapes. "not a baby."

"ooh, okay, my big strong baby." he pulls back to quip about nicknames and what how would you feel about being called his baby. his. baby. he catches himself blushing. oh, he gets it now.

you turn back to your task at hand. painting the delicate color on your finger tips slowly. going slowly means you'll stay inside your nail lines and won't need to shower to wash off the excess nail paint. laios, precious thing, continues to make himself known. "whatcha doing?"

"being fancy." a smile on your lips, laios tries to hold the nail paint bottle for you, ever so ready to help. "nu uh, i still need this." he pouts, arms encasing your waist, making your task infinitely harder.

he watches the gentle strokes of the brush as it lays a pretty color on your nails. admittingly, he hasn't considered the effort it takes, how delicately your hands move. laios wonders if you'd let him paint one, he thinks he would do a good job. but you're too efficient and quick. poking at his hand to hand him the bottle, "can you put this back in the rack please?"

you have a small collection of nail paints, all organized in a neat tray. laios eyes the open spot for the bottle before asking, "can you paint mine too?"

the palm of your hand feels cold as you attempt a comforting gesture, turning as much as you can, fingers still wide, trying to keep them protected from accidental touch. "of course, i just need to dry these a bit more." your lips form an o and you blow so gently, hand moving in opposite direction of your lips and laios feels hot all over.

you're murmuring about this being the time you won't bite your nails. the color is pretty, isn't it? you'll be good and not get nervous and chew on it. but laios is is still looping how close you are, how tenderly you're treating your hands, his hands. how careful your body is draped over him.

you're pouting as you examine his hands. he's not careful, you've known this, but his hands are pretty. strong, calloused in odd places. your touch is so tender, laios feels his ears burn at the close examination. your thumb runs over each of his nails, feeling for a jagged edge, filer ready in your other hand.

he watches your face with a soft smile, you're being so attentive. he twitches not expecting the coolness of the nail pain, you coo at him, aslk "too cold, baby?" in a manner too sweet, trails after the hand that was on his cheek. and you're back to finish his other fingers.

explaining he has to sit still for ten minutes. he only chuckles in response, he can sit like, with you so close, forever. you undermine how content he feels right now. you bring a hand up to inspect the color, blowing lightly at the wet color.

"you have such nice nail beds." you sigh, voice soft and dreamy. laios is wants to kiss you so badly, you wouldn't be upset right? he doesn't need his hands to kiss you. he shuffles closer but a hand to his chest stops him. "be good for me, sit still."

he's frowning. what's a kiss? but you lean in close, so close and all do that voice he's so weak to, honey laced and serious "laios? be good yeah? sit still."

right right right, he can be good. he can be absolutely good. the best. the bestest damn good ever! sits up straighter, determined, you giggle and shuffle out of the cocoon of his body. surprised how easily he gave in.

his eyes rake over you. he's going to kiss you so hard after these ten minutes. he waves his hands in the hair, blows on them to dry faster. gosh! he feels so helpless as he sits on the ground, hands up as if he's done something wrong, robbed a bank or pushed a child but when he's the victim here! how dare you leave without kissing him, steal all the warmth!

he tries to count the seconds in his head, converts them to minutes and is all but near five hundred and fifty five seconds before he hears a clash from the kitchen. oh no, oh no did he leave the jam jar on the top shelf again? you know better than to tip-toe to grab at it. he's on his feet and moving, breath held tight when he's greeted with a "laios touden!"

he forgets how to speak, you look so pretty. standing in the green kitchen, wooden spatula in one hand, the other on your hip, brows furrowed at the tall man. oh, you're mad-mad at him, and it's probably his fault he's sure, but all of your attention is on him, finally.

greedily he gets closer, stupidly he reaches out as you swat a hand away. the spatula points to the right, perfectly timed meow and your fingers look so pretty gripping that spatula. laios will kiss each one happily--

"we aren't allowed to take another one in." the black cat now brushes against laios leg, supporting the blond as he pulls you close to him. your resolve to stay mad faltering. "my baby," he emphasis, lips getting pouty "winter was waiting for me on a train boxset. it was a sign from the universe, i couldn't say no."

but you can, after you escape the warmth of his hold, why is he so tall and strong. his hold is firm and resolute, "no, no, no i'm not listening this time. we already have three, laios!"

"you know how i feel about odd numbers." you do, of course you do.

"and you prefer prime numbers, three is good laios. including us that's five inhabitants, another perfect prime number. winter would make six. it's an even number but not a prime number. we already have the per- " the black cat brushes against you, you look down at the beautiful abyss of darkness "no."

you jump at another clash, laios' arms instantly tighten around you but he doesn't seem perplexed. he's trying to distract you with kisses and warm touches. that noise? that came from the bathroom this time didn't it?

your eyes scan the room, melon, cantaloupe and honey look back at you with lazy ease. only winter seems adamant about staying near you and invading your space, meowing, begging for pets and kisses.

if that accounts for all the cats you can see…laios starts to pepper you with kisses. "baby, my baby, listen, you know what my favorite number is? and what's also prime? seven is--" a tortoise cat zips into the kitchen and immediacy back out to the bathroom.

is it bad he finds the way you yell his full name kinda hot?

#dungeon meshi fic #laios fic #laios touden fic #laios x reader #laios touden x reader #dungeon messi x reader #modern!au #established relationship #WOULD YOU BELIEVE #this is the scene AFTER the scene i wanted to write #i was like what if x scenario with laios where he realizes he likes you and yall end up dating #and then youre doing your nails and he's just a giant teddy bear #and then i wrote this one #but not the one where he realizes he likes you #please my brain #PLEASE #laios seven #april writes #hello i have fallen

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i have a curiosity question thats niggling in my brain....how did jews outside of europe react to the holocaust while it was happening? thanks! 💖

First of all I want you to know that I answered this BEAUTIFULLY last night while hanging out in my bathrobe after my shower and watching parks & rec, and then tumblr ate it and i was furious.

Jews outside Europe reacted very much the same as Jews within Europe did when they encountered the first rumors of massacres: denial; disbelief; insistence that these are just local pogroms; insistence that "maybe they can pull that off in [Place Name], but it could never happened Here; accusations of fear mongering; "that could never be allowed to happen in our modern, evolved world;" etc.

It wasn't until about 1944, when the accounts that made their way out of Europe via clandestine courier became so consistent and overwhelming, that Jews outside Europe had to begin to accept that it was Happening. But acceptance still doesn't mean "understanding," or "comprehending." And, by 1944, Hitler had already killed the majority of European Jewry.

Now, this is a very general and US-focused response. In the United States, many Jews believed the rumors, and tried to help, usually through either HIAS, or the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee (or simple, the Joint/JDC), but that became much more complex after the US entered the war in Dec 41.

Now, for my "ummmm i think this book speaks to your question" reading list:

The Terrible Secret: Suppression of the Truth about Hitler's "Final Solution" by Walter Laqueur

My Brother's Keeper: a History of the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee, 1929-1939 by Yehuda Bauer

Beyond Belief: The American Press And The Coming Of The Holocaust, 1933- 1945 by Deborah Lipstadt

Readers are welcome to chime in with Nuance, more focused book recommendations, etc.

#history #holocaust history #ww2

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Marzi's Old House Supply Kit: A Non-Exhaustive List

So you've moved into an old house! Congratulations! No, no, look at me. Look in my eyes. Congratulations. You don't need smart lighting. You don't need paltry things like "showers that don't make ungodly noises if you set the water outside a very specific temperature range" or "logical staircases." Because those people who say They Built Them Sturdier Back Then is survivorship bias are wrong, lead paint is only a problem if you eat it, and your new home is basically a tank

also it might have stained glass. so basically you win

(no but seriously the Survivorship Bias argument is just like. tell me you don't live in a city with large quantities of remaining working-class 110-year-old buildings without telling me. I do. they're sturdier. end of.)

but you might need some things to make it a bit more comfortable. here's what I've found, over eight years of living in houses built 1920 or earlier

Power strips. Depending on the age of your house, it may or may not have had electricity originally. And even if it did, whoever lived there almost certainly had fewer things to plug in than the average denizen of the 2020s. There also may have been gorgeous wall sconces that some asshole heartlessly ripped out at some point, forcing you to use the hideous hateful Overhead LightTM or plug in a bunch of lamps. Either way, you're going to need to turn that single outlet in the room into several more. Hence, power strips.

(hey, I never said this list was free of my design biases. deal)

A Good Fan. You may live in a place where retrofitting with air conditioning was commonplace in the last several decades. I do not. So a good pedestal fan can make the difference between comfort and just not sleeping at all from late June to mid-September. Weirdly, I did once look at a place that was from the 1850s and had been retrofitted with central A/C, which is vanishingly rare in even urban Massachusetts. But I digress.

A stud-finder. "Marzi, you spent years of your life explaining to tourists that picture rails existed because trying to hammer nails directly into horsehair plaster and then putting weight on them did Bad Things." Yes I did. "What did you attempt to do the second week of living in your first house with horsehair plaster?" ...shut up. I used the Poltergeist Method to find solid wood- I don't know if it's actually studs or the lath or what; I'm not a builder -to hang my Lady and the Unicorn tapestry from, namely knocking on the wall until it doesn't sound hollow. You might want to go a bit quieter and more advanced. Or, if you have a picture rail, embrace the "long visible hanging wires" look. It is in fact there for a reason!

Window screens. You are actually required by Massachusetts state law to provide these to your tenants. Doesn't mean my last landlady did. And if you own your place, live in another state, or have a similarly laissez-faire building owner, you might end up needing to Bring Your Own Insect-Blocking Shield. Just make sure you've got them, one way or the other. Because see above re: fan vs. air conditioning in old houses.

WD-40. When's the last time those hinges were oiled? Potentially before television. And they WILL squeak. UPDATE I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT WD-40 IS NOT A GOOD LONGTERM SOLUTION. Find "actual oil." Not sure what the more specific name is. Good to know!

That's just what I've found needful so far, but I'm happy to update the list as required!

And you'd better believe, if I owned my own place, this would include "the name of a preservation contractor to undo all the unnecessary ~*MoDeRnIzInG*~ aesthetic bullshit the past owners did since the End of Mainstream Western House Beauty AKA 1920 (That Brief Rococo Revival In the 1930s Can Maybe Sit With Us)"

#long post #old houses #I've seen posts on r/Boston complaining about 'crappy old apartments' and longing for the modern Luxury Condos and like #couldn't be me #if this were a city where Old Apartment meant 1950s or later yeah I'd understand that #no beauty to compensate for the Quirks #but there's like a 75% chance you live in a building from 1915 or earlier if you live here #and I cannot relate to wanting to live in Ye IKEA Plastic Construction Hellscape over that #also don't take this in like a marble statue profile pic guy way- I also think older house styles from other parts of the worldwere prettie #than what they have now #and usually sturdier to boot

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not my type 2 - Rafe Cameron x plus size!fem!reader

summary: Rafe comes to visit you unexpectedly and things don't quite go like you want them to

warnings: swearing, smut (p in v (unprotected), reverse cowgirl, missionary (it just happened, I can't explain it), fingering (semi-public), dirty talk, edging)

word count: 3.7k

author's note: part 2 because I couldn't stop thinking about it. I hope you like it. (also, if any of you have any clue about real estate, you are allowed to yell at me bc all my knowledge comes from watching those shows on Netflix...)

masterlist part 1

“It's gonna have to work somehow,” you sigh and rub your hand over your forehead. You are exhausted, having been up all night to find a solution to the problem your team is facing. Your head perks up at a knock on the door. “Excuse me, miss, the Cameron account is waiting in your office. He says he has an appointment, although I couldn't find it in your calendar.” “He doesn't have a fucking appointment,” you yell in frustration. “I'm sorry,” you apologize immediately, close to tears but not about to start crying in front of your coworkers. “It's not your fault. I'll just go and send him away.”

“Why are you here?” you ask while entering your office, and he turns around to smile at you. “I'm guessing you're not happy to see me?” “It's really bad timing. You could've called,” you sigh exasperatedly while looking through your emails. “You didn't leave a number,” he reminds you, and you slowly pick up your head to look at him. “You have the office number,” you force a smile. “Yeah, I'm not gonna call your receptionist to ask if you got time to get drunk or need a good fuck,” he says while walking around your desk and standing next to you. “Would be inappropriate, yes,” you look up at him, but you freeze as you see your dad step inside.

“Y/n, you didn't tell me Mr. Cameron was coming in. I would've welcomed you earlier, Sir,” he introduces himself and Rafe shakes his hand. “It's really no issue, Mr. y/l/n. I'm in really good hands with your daughter,” Rafe charms him. “She's the best,” your dad praises you, and you nod along, too tired to actually care. “Now, let me show you around,” he leads him out of your office and Rafe quickly turns his head to give you a slightly panicked look. You mouth a “have fun” at him, and then he's gone, and you are allowed to get back to work.

“Listen, if we switch the staging company-” “That's not gonna help with the interest rate, James,” you sigh, pacing the room. “Was just a suggestion,” he mutters. “I'm calling it. This isn't going anywhere. Let's go home and come back tomorrow morning with some new ideas on how to fix this shit,” you suggest, and the whole team lets out a sigh of relief. “And here we have- Honey, what are you doing?” your dad interrupts you and your colleagues while packing up. “Going home. We've been here for over 24 hours,” you explain. “Can we talk in my office?” he asks, and you follow diligently, leaving Rafe and the others alone in the conference room while you go talk to him.

“It's not a good look to leave early, especially in front of a partner,” he admonishes your choices. “I honestly don't care what Mr. Cameron thinks, dad. It's my team, my decision.” “Is the issue at least fixed?” “No, and it won't get better if I don't give them any rest. I haven’t slept or showered since in two days, dad,” you complain, and he shakes his head but caves nevertheless. “Fine. But you'll have to come to dinner tonight. This Cameron guy is a big part of our modern strategy, we can't let him slip away.” “Okay,” you nod and walk back out of the office and towards the conference room to tell your team it was okay to leave.

“Rough day?” Rafe asks while following you back to your office. “Rough week. Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” you huff but inadvertently stop and turn to look up at him. “Look, all I wanna do is go home take a nice bath, sleep for two hours and then meet both you and my parents for dinner because apparently I don't have any fucking choice. So, just go back to your hotel or do some sightseeing, I don't care, but just go.” “Can I ask something before I leave?” A smile tugging on his lip. “You just did.” “When was the last time you actually had sex?” You turn to make sure there was no one around who could've heard him before pulling him with you into your office. “You can't just ask shit like that. Especially here,” you hit him against the chest, but he takes your wrist and keeps your hand flat to his body. “See, I tried hooking up with someone else, multiple someones, but that just didn't hit the same way. It's purely a practical issue, all right.” God, how you hate his macho behavior as if you'd ever fall for it, or him. “I'm still not answering that preposterous question.” “So, you didn't? Was there no one or were they just shit?” he asks, a little too cocky for your taste. “I'm going home now,” you tell him again and start putting your laptop in your bag. “I didn't book a hotel room. Didn't think I'd need one, to be honest,” he admits and you laugh. “What makes you think that?” But he doesn't reply and just looks at you with his blue eyes, eyes that haunt your dreams and sexual fantasies. “You think ‘cause we hooked up once, you'll get some kinda claim over me? Like, I'm supposed to throw myself at you the moment you step onto the stage? Well, you guessed wrong, darling,” you sneer and go to walk out of the office when he grabs your wrist. “You didn't answer my question.” “Fuck, okay, fine. It's shit. It's not- I'm not gonna fucking praise you, asshole,” you scoff and start walking again. “Are you coming or not?”

“I'm still gonna take my bath,” you remind him as his hands find your face to hold onto it while he's kissing you and stumbling backwards out of the elevator, right into your flat. “Fuck, you can have as many baths as you want. Just lemme fuck you,” he begs after pulling away. “Jesus, you're needy,” you laugh as he rips your tight dress down, making your tits spill out. “You know that thing has a zipper right?” you ask as he starts kneading and kissing your tits like there's no tomorrow. You're getting wetter by the second, and he doesn't seem to want to stop and actually help you out of the dress. “Rafe, please, just a minute,” you beg and he holds up to look at you. “Whaddya need, sugar?” His light southern drawl is making you even needier than you care to admit. “Can you open the zipper, so I can take this shit thing off?” “Sure, can do, sweetie,” he puts too much weight into the pet name for it to not be a dig at your dad. “Don't call me that again, please. Anything but that,” you sigh as he helps you out.

“You know your dad's an asshole, right?” “Aren't they all?” you huff walking over to the window front that looks out onto Central Park and leaning your head against the glass. “I grew up with him. Of course, I know he's an ass. You think I turned out this sweet ‘cause he was nice?” “What would he actually say if he knew?” Rafe steps closer to you, opening the knot in your hair and kissing your shoulder. “Congratulate me or disown me. Either way, it just proves his suspicions right,” you shake your head. “Why? He thinkin’ you slept your way to the top or what?” “Oh no, that's all nepotism. No, he thinks I slept with my professors because he can't believe that I made valedictorian and was named party queen of Harvard at the same time.” “Did you?” “Once, before he was my Professor, and it didn't have any effect on my grade,” you admit but have to laugh at how absurd it sounds. “You feeling better now?” he asks while rubbing your arms with his huge hands. “A bit. I'm still not your friend or anything,” you remind him and he laughs. “Business partners and fuck buddies, I'm okay with that.” “Good. Grab that chair,” you tell him and point at a lounge chair that stands a bit off to your right.

As soon as the chair is in place you push him down on it, straddling him in it and kissing him relentlessly. His hands are all over you, unclasping your bra in the back and making your tits jiggle as they drop. “Jesus fucking Christ, why are you so hot,” Rafe rasps, running his hands over the fat on your belly before pressing his face into your chest to motorboat you as best as he could. His childlike wonder, when it comes to you, makes you somewhat happy about the fact that he had dropped by unexpectedly. “Rafe?” “Uh-huh,” he moans against your skin. “I, uh… I don't have any condoms here,” you admit, and he rips his head up. “You what? Why? Why would you say that to me right now? I'm already hard for fuck's sake,” he complains loudly. “I'm sorry that I'm inconveniencing you there, you ass,” you snap and get up, picking up your bra and dress and leaving for the bathroom. “Fuck, sugar, just come back,” he pleads, but you don't even think about it and instead strip yourself completely to take a shower.

“Okay, listen, I can just go down find a store, buy some and get back here. Easy,” Rafe suggests, and you roll your eyes without looking at him. “Have you considered that I might not give a shit, jerk?” “Oh yeah? What's your brilliant idea, miss Harvard,” he scoffs. “How often do you get tested?” you ask and turn your head far enough to be able to see him stand behind you, nothing but tight boxers left on his body. “Every other month,” he shrugs. “When was the last time?” “Week ago.” “And?” “Clean. I'm not risking it, with, like, quick hookups and shit.” “Me neither. But I've never wanted to fuck a guy more than once either,” you say and turn back to the water that's steaming up the tiled room. “You want me to fuck you raw?” he asks, sounding as if you had just offered him the job of his life. “Jesus, don't get yourself so hyped already. I'm just saying it's a potential possibility that needs considering.” “What about-” “I've had an IUD since I turned 18 and it's never once failed me. I think it's gonna be fine,” you turn around to face him fully; eyes trailing down to the massive bulge in his boxers. “So, I'm guessing you've never been fucked while looking down onto Central Park?” you ask with a wide smile, and he shakes his head.

Rafe is back in the chair when you let yourself down on him, feeling every ridge and vein of his huge cock and you both groan at the feeling. His hand is trailing over your back, drawing lines over it while you let yourself breathe to adjust to him just enough so it doesn't hurt too much. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. “If you wanna tap out, just pinch me. I'm not gonna listen to anything else, I just wanna make that clear.” “Noted,” he grins, and you lean forward in your seat and plant your feet in the ground before starting to bounce on his dick. “Shit, I missed looking at this ass,” he grunts, and you start bouncing a bit harsher, forcing yourself down on him while moaning loudly.

“Talk to me,” you beg as you keep fucking yourself with his cock. “You're a real slut, fucking your professor? I bet it turns you on to know how weak you make them. To know they have no control. Making them your little bitch,” his words are frequently interrupted by heavy pants and your excessive moaning, but he continues anyway. “Not with me. You're mine now. I don't give a shit who you were before. All you are now is my little whore, who lets me fuck her whenever I want. Right?” “Yes, daddy,” you cry out and do your best to keep bouncing on him, your hand finding your clit and toying with it. “You'll let me fill you up with my cum, like the pretty little cumslut that you are. Isn't that right?” he asks and thrusts up into you, meeting the movement of your hips and making you scream as he defiles your cunt. “Speak up, sugar,” he demands, pulling on your hair and bending you back. “Gonna make a mess for you, daddy. Just for you.” The tears are running down your cheeks when your orgasm hits you, and he follows instantly, fucking his seed even deeper into you before letting go of your hair and allowing you to get up.

“Can you walk?” he asks, and you nod while dragging yourself over to your bed and falling face-first into the fresh linen. “I thought I was imagining it, that my memory was skewed,” you mumble into the fabric. “But my memory doesn't come even close to this.” “Could say the same,” he praises you, and you can't help but blush. “Have you ever tried vanilla sex?” you ask out of pure curiosity, and he shakes his head while walking over. “Not a big fan of the lovey-dovey bullshit.” “Same. That's why I prefer reverse cowgirl, less personal, but I'm still in control for the most part,” you say after turning around to lie on your back. “We, uhm, could just do it. Like a bucket list thing. Just so we know how it is,” he suggests and you laugh. “Yeah sure.” “I'm serious. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? We fall in love? As if,” he huffs. “I'll sue you if you do,” you tell him before pulling him into you and somehow crawling backwards onto the bed. He kisses you, and you feel like you're melting into him, into his touch, his being; all of him.

His swollen tip is nudging at your clit, and you grasp down and put him to your aching hole, pushing him into you just slightly and your eyes already roll back at the feeling. Your senses feel heightened and dull at the same time, as if you are floating while on fire. “Look at me,” Rafe demands, holding onto your neck and squeezing just enough to make you whimper. You stare into his eyes, the blue is gone, and he starts to smile as he slowly pushes into you. Your eyes widen at the pleasantly painful stretch he's giving your pussy. And his lips find yours, muffling the moans that threaten to slip out as he pounds into you. But he lets off, kissing your neck, sucking on it and pulling your leg up to get a better angle.

“I'm gonna cum,” you cry pathetically and he laughs. “No, you're not. You're mine, baby, don't forget that.” “Please, Rafe.” You are begging once again, and his attack on your tired cunt is just getting worse with every passing minute. You had never begged for an orgasm before. Never had wanted to. But Rafe's way of fucking you is inherently different to anything you had ever felt before. “Not gonna happen,” he grins down at you, and you whine, but he keeps you pinned down right where he wants you to be. Your hands are clawing at his back, trying to hold onto him for dear life, to not lose yourself entirely.

“Tell me,” he slows, and it's pure torture, slowly dragging his big cock half out of you before slamming back in, giving voice to the most obscene squelching sound you'd ever heard your pussy make. “I'm still not your type, right?” he smirks, and you throw your head to the side just for him to yank it back. “Answer, or you're not gonna cum on this dick ever again.” “No. Still no,” you pant, and he kisses you again, pulling your hand down and letting you touch yourself. His lips are moving towards your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Make daddy proud and soak his big cock, sugar,” he growls and your back arches up. Legs trembling as the tight band in your core snaps. The orgasm rips through you without any mercy, and you scream his name, actually trying to make him proud and feel worthy of the pleasure his cock’s giving you. “Good girl,” he praises, brushing over your cheek. You're completely dazed, only paying half as much attention to him as you wanted to while watching his face contort and hips stutter with sloppy thrusts before he's releasing his hot seed into you.

“In love with me yet?” you joke while lying next to him, and he runs his hands over his short hair. “Nope,” he shakes his head and purses his lips. “Good. And if you praise me ever again, I'm gonna kick your ass. Understood?” you sneer while getting up and walking to the bathroom. “You liked it,” he calls after you with a light laugh swinging in his voice. You know he’s right, but you don't wanna admit it. You don't want to admit to the vulnerability of it all, after having spent years to build yourself up to the person you are now. No longer wasting any more time on what people think of you or giving them any time of day to hurt you. This includes not letting them close to prevent it from ever getting to such a point ever again. “Just don't fucking say it again,” you tell him as you hear him enter the shower behind you. “Understood.”

You shower in silence, each of you on one end of the long shower but the glooming feeling that something has changed won't leave you. Not as you leave the shower to dry off, or as you lay down and try to relax for just a bit before you have to get ready. Not while doing your hair and makeup. Not while putting on your dress or when you call your driver. And he's not saying a single thing. Rafe stays quiet throughout all of it, which makes you a little pissed at him, but you can't let it show.

You arrive ahead of time, your parents not yet there when the hostess shows you to your table, and you order an extra dry martini. The stark difference in your behavior towards each other outside and inside the bedroom is starting to annoy you. You miss how easy-going he had been that first day you met him. How charming and funny and most of all flirtatious he had acted. “Tomorrow morning, you're gonna fly home and then I only wanna see you when there's something with the business,” you tell him, trying to get the upper hand in a situation that you had never intended to be in. “Understood,” he mutters as you both stand up to greet your parents, who are walking over.

The dinner is dry, and you can't wait to finally get home and just sleep. Your mom keeps making indecent jokes and comments towards Rafe, but he just laughs or smirks. And when he's not eating, he has one hand on his whiskey and the other on your thigh, slowly creeping up and making it harder for you to concentrate on what your father is telling you about. “It's a difficult task, but we'll manage,” you say to your dad before jumping up. “Excuse me for a moment.” You make a beeline to the restroom, trying to cool off and maybe get your act together. But Rafe won't let you. As soon as you step out of the restroom he yanks you with him to a dark corner of the hallway.

“What are you doing?” you hiss at him, and he pushes you against the wall, caging you in. “Why are you letting him walk all over you?” Rafe questions, his hand is trailing under the skirt of your dress; fingertips caressing the soft flesh of your thighs. “He's my boss,” you reply. “What else?” he taunts, his fingers are pressed against your clit now, making you gulp and bite your lip to not let out a whimper. “My dad,” you whisper, searching his eyes for approval, but instead he slaps your wet pussy and you squirm. “You're pathetic, you know that?” he laughs quietly, and you nod, just to please him. “Rafe, please, just-” you claw at his wrist, but he grabs your cunt even harsher. “You don't get to pick and choose whenever you like, sugar. You don't want me to be nice, so I'm not. But then all of a sudden, you don't want me to be mean either. Now which is it? One final answer,” he demands, and you let go of him, your hand falling to your side as you admit defeat. “Good choice,” he growls, pulls your slip to the side and pushes two fingers into your seeping cunt while his free hand is on your mouth, muffling your quiet moans.

His long fingers are curled up inside you, fucking you with no mercy or thought that someone might walk by and see. But you don't care because he's making you feel whole, whispering a plethora of disgustingly dirty shit into your ear, and always changing his technique when he feels you get closer to your release. “Tell me who you belong to, sugar,” he rasps and you whimper silently. “I'm yours, daddy. All yours.” “Good,” he seems pleased with himself, and you feel a sigh of relief coming as you're growing closer and closer to your orgasm. But right before you can let go, he pulls away.

“Rafe, no- What are you doing?” You claw at his chest as he steps back and licks his fingers clean of your arousal. “You don't get to use me and throw me away like a piece of trash. Remember who's got the upper hand here, y/n.” Then he lightly slaps your cheek two times before walking back to the table, leaving you to deal with the consequences of your actions.

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part 3

#rafe cameron #obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic #obx fanfiction #~fanfiction #smut #my writing #~not my type

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chericherixo · 10 months

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+ 'Blueberry Muffins' +

Poly! Mattheo x Fem!Reader x Theo

- [fluff] - modern au! - Mattheo and y/n are baking in the kitchen when Theo comes home from work. He joins in and they end up having a flour fight. Fluff fluff fluff and ends in cuddling <3

You and Mattheo were in the kitchen, trying to decide what to have for dinner. Any nutritional food didn't sound good, and all he was craving was something sweet.

"Brownies?"

"We're out of chocolate and I'm not in the mood to get high right now." You argued,

"Hmm... Strawberry danish?" He suggested,

"I don't even know where to begin to make that."

Then, Theo walked in the door, coming home from work. You both smiled as he kissed you, then Mattheo. "Hello gli amori. What are you two up to?"

"We're trying to decide what to make for dinner." You said,

"And let me guess.. you two don't want real food." You both shook your heads. "How about, blueberry muffins?"

Mattheo smirked, "That sounds amazing.. you're amazing." Mattheo kissed him again, expressing his gratitude for bringing up the solution.

You all started gathering ingredients and Theo brought up a recipe. "So how was work babe?" You asked,

"It was fine, I just missed you guys all day and couldn't wait to come home." He walked up and wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Mi amore." He began kissing down your neck lovingly and Mattheo smiled and came over to kiss you. You giggled and tried to break free from their grip.

"Come on, let's start on things." They smirked and started mixing ingredients together. Needless to say, baking with three people, (as long as they cooperate), makes things a lot more efficient.

Unfortunately, the peace didn't last long. Mattheo, feeling particularly playful, got some flour on his finger and booped Theo. Theo shook his head in shock trying to process what happened. "Excuse me?" Mattheo's face suddenly turned cold, realizing his fate. "I'm sorry- I-" Theo laughed and in an instant he threw a small handful of flour at Mattheo's face. "Guys!"

In response, Theo threw a handful at you as well, leaving you covered in flour. "Oh no you did not-" You grabbed a handful of flour and shoved it in Theo's hair.

"Not my hair!" Theo cried, and you and Mattheo laughed. At least, until Mattheo threw flour at you while you were laughing. You coughed for a minute, but once you regained your senses, you attacked Mattheo back. "You guys can't team up on me. I'm just a girl!"

"Oh tesoro, we know what you're capable of." Theo smirked, "Don't play innocent." You blushed heavily and tried to put your focus on the muffins. The boys fooled around for a few while you poured the mixture into the muffin tray. "Ok, put some blueberries in."

Mattheo and Theo both sprinkled some blueberries in and looked at the muffins proudly. "We make a pretty good team." Mattheo said happily,

"You're figuring that out now?" You laughed and moved to put the muffins in the oven. "Well we have 30 mins.. do you guys want to start a movie?"

"Sounds perfect principessa." Theo picked you up and carried you to the bathroom and Mattheo followed, "let's get cleaned up first."

You all put on fresh pajamas, and you helped Theo and Mattheo get all the flour off their faces. They returned the favor. "What about Theo's hair?" Mattheo asked, and you pulled out a shower cap.

"No." Said Theo, and you giggled.

"Come on, you're not getting flour on our couch. So, until we shower later, shower cap." You held it out to him proudly. He reluctantly took it from you and put it over his hair. "Pretty :)" He sighed and kissed you, "Only because I love you."

You all walked out to the living room and turned on a movie you three had been wanting to watch. Mattheo happily snuggled in and rested his head on your chest, whereas Theo laid against you, his head resting on yours.

"I love you guys so much."

"I love you to y/n."

"I love you too, gli amori."

(The muffins were delicious.)

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yunhonumeris1fane · 1 year

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One Bed•JYH

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“The title explains it all. You are traveling together with the boys, as you encounter an issue with the hotel reservation, that leads you to sharing a room with that someone you dislike”

pairing - idol_yunho x non_idol fem reader

genre - suggestive(tiny bit of smut) to fluff

warnings - Smut (tiny tiny bit)

The boys were mid tour, as you joined them as ‘team member’, though more as a guest. You were studying music business, so your brother Hoongjoong suggested you join them for a week, to see the process of being a musician on tour. Almost all of the boys were welcoming, they were happy with your presence, except for Yunho. He was usually the type of person that chose not to be on bad terms with anyone, but you somehow landed on his bad side and so did he on yours. He couldn’t explain exactly why he disliked you, he thought you were too pretty, then too challenging, always too nosy, stubborn and so on. Almost a complete opposite of Hoongjoong. But there was something attractive in you, he couldn’t explain either. On the second day of you traveling with them, after the show ended, you spent the entire evening out in the streets by yourself, leaving the boys alone and he oddly missed you. He wanted to slap himself for having those kinds of thoughts. He couldn’t let himself fold over you.

Fast Forward to the 5th day, you just landed in Dallas and all of you are on the way to the hotel. Once you arrive, the managers lead the way to the reception, as the worst news of your life is announced.

“The rooms for the tour crew are alright, however we encountered an issue with the guys' rooms. You booked 5 deluxe twin bed rooms, but as there was an issue with our system, now there’s 4 rooms with two twin beds and one room with a regular double bed. We are really sorry, but our hotel is fully booked for tonight, so we can’t change the room” The receptionist explains the situation to the manager.

“Guys, two of you have to take the room, who’s taking it?” He turns around, expecting volunteers, but there’s none.

“I want to sleep alone” Seonghwa turns down the offer, slowly moving away from the crowd.

“Same” Yeosang raises his arm, so does Jongho and Hoongjoong.

“We all want to sleep in separate beds, but since it’s impossible, I vote for Yunho and Y/n to take the room with one bed” Wooyoung comes up with a solution, there’s a mischievous grin lingering on his face. He thinks he’s slick

“No, she’s not sharing a bed with any of you” Hoongjoon protests, there is no way he’d let his sister sleep with a man.

“Then you share the bed with her, she’s your sister”, Mingi suggests, as Hoongjoong instantly frowns.

“n-no…” he disagrees, with a shameful look on his face, “listen, she kicks when sleeping, she kicked me really hard a couple of days ago. It still hurts”

“Why can’t you two share a bed?” the manager turns to San and Wooyoung.

“No reason…We just don’t feel like sleeping next to each other tonight” they shrug in unison, as the manager rubs his temples, he’s had enough.

"Okay, hold up your hands if you think these two" Wooyoung points at you and Yunho, "should share the room" as he finishes, everyone's except Hoongjoong's hands are raised.

"We're not sharing the room Wooyoung" Yunho says firmly, with you nodding along.

But here you are, saying goodnight to your neighbors, as Yunho unlocks the door and lets you in first. Placing your travel bag down on the carpet floor, you stroll around the room, viewing the decor of the place. It is nice and modern, nothing too overwhelming.

"Well… At least the bed is large" you comment, eyes landing on a large and comfortable looking bed in the middle of the room.

"Yeah" Yunho mumbles as he runs through his luggage, "do you want to shower first?"

"You go first" you take out your phone to check up on your social media accounts.

While he’s in the shower, you sit down at the writing desk and scroll relentlessly through social media, snacking on a granola bar. So immersed in your phone, you forget that you’re sharing a room with Yunho and when you hear the door clicking, your heart stops for a moment.

He walks out of the bathroom, already changed into a black set of sleeping clothes, his hair still wet from the shower. If you didn't hate him, you'd definitely be down bad for him. But you don’t have time for these thoughts, so you throw your bag over your shoulder and sprint right into the bathroom.

After slamming the door shut, you undress yourself and hop in for a short but thorough shower. After you are done, you dry yourself with a towel, change into a fresh pj shirt and shorts set, complete your skincare and tie your hair in a low ponytail. Checking yourself in the mirror for one last time, you pick up your bag and head out.

The moment you leave the bathroom, you eyes meet Yunho laying on the bed, doing something on his phone. Your heartbeat increases rapidly, when you realize you'll have to sleep right next to him for the whole night.

“You’re just going to stand here?” He lifts his eyes off the screen, noticing you standing in the corner, spaced out to another universe. You immediately shake off all the unnecessary thoughts and plug in the charger, as your phone is at 5 percent. And since your phone is currently charging and you aren’t feeling very sleepy, you take out your favorite romance book to read before bed. Bad decision

Gathering all of your strength, you try to walk to the bed like a normal unbothered person, but you end up walking like a penguin. Good thing Yunho is too deep into his phone to notice your awkward walk. You slide under the covers, puffing up the pillow behind your head and open your book. A few pages later, you finally make it to the part where the main characters confront each other after a long slow burn. The male lead intertwines his fingers with the female lead and confesses, making you start giggling happily. That piques Yunho’s interest. He wants to know what you're so excited about, so he discreetly glances over at your book, but his eyes land on the page you haven’t read yet. And it is a part where the sexual tension is at its highest.

“That’s an interesting thing you’re reading” He comments, casually as you turn your head into his direction, there’s a questionable look on his face.You can’t seem to understand what he meant by that, as it was very fluffy, nothing out of ordinary.

“It’s just romance and cute, you wouldn’t understand”

Seeing that you still don’t get it, he points at the other page with his index finger, “this” and after reading the first paragraph you shut the book.

“I-don’t-read-these-pages-y’know… I only read for the cute things” You start babbling, knowing damn well you were just caught.

“Yeah sure”

“Fine, what if I read that, what’s wrong with that?” You confront him, admitting your choice in books.

“nothing, you don’t have to lie about reading freaky stuff”

“it’s not freaky, it’s art” you correct him.

“freaky art” He adds, making you feel very agitated.

“at least i read it and not watch the exaggerated stuff”

“good for you, there are good videos tho” He continues teasing you, enjoying how annoyed you are.

“we’re talking about porn now”

“you started it” he accuses you as you let out an exaggerated gasp.

“No! you started it, why pry on things that don’t have anything to do with you”

“What can I say, I’m curious” He wonders and looks over to you, you're staring at the wall, trying hard not to snap.

“Aren’t you going to continue reading?”

“Why do you want to know?” you question him, wondering if it’s another attempt to irritate you or just a genuine thought.

“I want to see what happens next”

Unfortunately, you want it too, so you open the book once again and find the page where the action starts. You hold the book in between both of you and start reading. When you get to the part where the female lead gets laid down on the bed and the male lead starts leaving trails of kisses from her neck down to her chest, you look away from the book, unable to focus.

“Eyes up here” Yunho points at the book, “We still have one page to go” He says, intrigued in the plot, so you get your eyes back on the book.

As the two of you are engulfed in the book, you fail to hear intruders entering your room.

“OmmoOO” You immediately look up to see your brother and Jongho standing at the doorstep.

“What a sight?! Never in this life have I imagined Yunho reading a book, reading a book with Y/n together” Jongho gasps, as Hoongjoong is completely frozen, like a block of ice.

“Listen… I was bored and…” Yunho tries to explain the situation, but his mind is slow.

“excuses excuses… What are you reading, can we read it?” Jongho inquires as he takes a few steps closer.

“No!” you hide the book under your back, protecting the innocent intruders from the damage of the book.

“Go to sleep, why are you here anyways?” Yunho distracts them from the topic of the book.

“Hoongjoong wanted to make sure everything is fine in this room, just watching out for Y/n” Jongho explains, trying to figure out what the two of you are hiding. It’s strange to see you two teaming up,

“Well I guess we will go, everything seems good. Sleep tight” Hoongjoong exchanges final words with you and they both leave.

“Did you finish reading the chapter, I couldn’t” Yunho breaks the long silence that has been lingering around ever since the boys left.

“They fucked, went to sleep. End of story. Goodnight” you place the book on the bedside table and lie down, turning your back to Yunho, who’s not happy with the way you explained.

“You’re very mean” Yunho admits as he lies down as well, turning to the other side, your back’s facing each other.

“So?”

“I didn’t hate you from the beginning, but your laid back attitude made me dislike you, you could be a little nicer” He as if scolds you.

“Everyone likes me, except you” you mumble, picking at the fabric of your pillow case.

“Cause I’m the only one you’re always complaining about”, he explains, “Wanna elaborate on that?”

“You’re just naturally annoying” you trail off, trying to find a good reason for disliking him. But there’s no exact one.

“You said Wooyoung’s too, why are you treating him better”

“I don’t know…S-stop interrogating me” you blurt out, now he’s really getting annoying.

“I’ll stop once you tell me the truth” He insists and you can’t take it anymore, so you pull off the covers and get off the bed, “I’ll sleep on the carpet”

He immediately sits up, turning to you, “No, you won’t” with that he reaches for your arm, wrapping his hand around, pulling you back to bed. But instead of hitting the mattress, you land on top of him. Your eyes meet and you stare into each other for a good moment, until his hand finds its way over to your face, pushing away a strand of hair that's blocking your view. He’s not resisting anymore.

“I really hate you” He murmurs as his thumb rests on your chin, “But I think I hate it more that I like you” he lets out a soft chuckle, “I don’t know if it makes any sense”

“I doesn’t” you breathe out, not breaking the eye contact. Now that you’re inches away from each other, suddenly all the hate you felt towards him vanishes. All you feel is an intense desire to kiss him and he can see it in your face too, as your eyes travel down to his lips.

“Go ahead” he reads you like a book, giving you a push as you inch your face closer to his. Gazing into his eyes for one last time, you close your eyes and connect your lips with his. His hands entangle into your hair, as you lead the kiss, exploring every inch of his mouth when he parts his lips. He likes it when you dominate, but he really wants to have you under him, so in a split second he swiftly flips you over. Now you're trapped under him and he reconnects his lips, with even much more hunger. Your hands automatically find its way to his back, fingers tracing every crevice of his back as he dips his knee in between your legs, causing a moan falling off your lips. Using the opportunity he glides his tongue through your lips, tasting the unfamiliar waters. Unconsciously, you find yourself grinding against his leg, desperate for some friction, now that you’ve gotten used to his lips moving against yours. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him, as soon as he breaks off the kiss, there’s a smirk plastered over his face.

You reach for his shirt, wanting to unbutton it and look him in his now darkened eyes for approval. He doesn’t say anything, but kisses you again. You take it as a yes and reach for the button, slowly working your way down to the last one. Once his shirt is unbuttoned, your hands are all over him, your fingertips grazing at his soft skin. Wanting to play fair, he tugs at your shirt, “we need this off” he instructs as you lift yourself a little, helping him to take your shirt off. Then he sits up his heels and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. With a nod from you, he slides them down your legs and tosses them on the floor. Now that he’s partially satisfied he brings himself up to kiss you and then you feel his intense gaze memorizing your whole body. His eyes are burning with desire, as he runs his fingers down your body. Even if he really wants to love you tonight, there’s uncertainty lurking behind his eyes.

“What is it” You ask him, your voice barely audible.

“I don’t think this is right” He’s once again face to face with you, “I think we’re going to fast” his thumb draws circles on your cheek.

“Did you change your mind, you don’t want to sleep with me?”

“Fuck no. I’m really trying not to go insane and take you from behind right now, but I think we should get to know each other in real life, before getting to know each other in bed” He explains with soft spoken words.

“Let’s talk then and you do what you just said” You encourage him, he riled you up for no reason, if he doesn’t want to do it.

“You really have no chill” he laughs at your desperation, all smug from knowing that he has you in a chokehold now.

“I just really don’t want to wait for months to get railed” you admit, trying hard to change his mind, but he’s too stubborn.

“Well isn’t that exciting, that after that month, once I’m home, you get a reward, for being a good girl and waiting patiently”

“You’re not helping!” You playfully punch him in his bare chest, “What if you don’t like me anymore then?”

“You’ve got me all wrong, I don’t move on that quickly” He assures you as he takes your hands into his, intertwining your fingers with his, “This was a promise and I keep my promises”

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A/n I really don’t know how to write toe gripping smut, so I’m leaving you on a hang here.

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