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sceletaflores · 5 months ago

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couldn't help it, i had to kiss the teacher!

pair: professor!logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, established relationship, age gap (reader is mid twenties...logan is...his age), gratuitous nickname usage, public sex (classroom), oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving), an impromptu clitoral anatomy lesson, scent kink, hair pulling, light traces of a foot fetish (i'm literally not even sorry), nat probably blatantly ignoring canon, nat trying to sound smart, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

a/n: based off of me going to my a&p lab today and getting super bored which somehow led to thoughts about professor logan who teaches a&p…that then spiraled into this very quickly. p.s this is like a t.a!reader not a student lol

professor logan has a special way of helping you retain information...

You've been huffing and puffing for the last twenty minutes.

Logan has been blatantly ignoring you for the last twenty minutes, because that's the only way a man with enhanced hearing can ignore someone.

Blatantly.

He's been at the chalkboard since you came in a little after his last class ended, busy mapping out his lesson plan for tomorrow.

The chalk squeaks rhythmically as he writes, you tap your foot in time with it.

You're perched on top of his desk, different stacks of papers messily scattered all around you like a tornado of ungraded essays and homework assignments tore across the glossy cherry wood of it.

You glare at Logan's back harder, forcing yourself to ignore the way his muscles glide and flex beneath the thin fabric of his flannel with every move. You've got your chin resting on the palm of your hand that's propped against your knee, the other holding a red pen down by your shoe.

You sigh, long and overdramatic, for what feels like the millionth time.

Logan doesn't turn around, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move at all. His hand hardly even slows, jotting down different tissue structures with infuriating disinterest.

You shift on his desk with a huff, dragging your eyes back to the paper in front of you. You scan over the messy handwriting and tiny diagrams littered over the page as you tap the pen in your hand against the toe of your shoe absentmindedly.

"Knock it off," Logan mutters from across the room, not looking at you as he does. It's the first thing he's said to you since you showed up.

You instantly perk up at the attention, flicking your eyes back to him.

“Knock what off?” you ask innocently, tapping the pen on your shoe harder than before. The tiny 'clack' sound it makes is sharp in the quiet of the room.

Logan finally turns, fixing you with a look that’s equal parts annoyance and amusement. “The sighin’, the tappin’, the huffin’ like you’re a broken radiator. You’ve been makin’ noise since you sat down.”

You narrow your eyes at him, unrepentant. "I’m bored."

He lets out a dry chuckle, turning back towards to board with a amused shake of his head. “Not my problem, sweetheart.”

You frown, dropping the pen and sitting up straighter, as if you’ve just been handed a challenge. "You could try and help me," you suggest, gesturing to the scattered pile with a wave of your hand. "You know? Like a good professor would."

"I don't grade papers, kid. That's what you're here for." Logan shoots over his shoulder, seamlessly picking up where he left off. “Besides, I’m good with the chalkboard for now. Better company.”

“Chalk doesn’t talk back,” you grumble under your breath.

“Exactly.”

“Oh, so now you can hear me?"

Logan doesn’t bother replying, but you can see the barely there smirk turning up the corners of his mouth.

You scoot forward on his desk, pushing papers out of the way so your legs can dangle over the edge. You swing your feet back and forth, just enough to disturb another pile of papers sitting nearby, watching them slide closer to the edge.

One more swing and the corner of a stack teeters precariously. You bite your lip, considering whether or not to send it tumbling just to see if that would get him to turn around again.

Logan, of course, somehow knows exactly what you’re thinking without even glancing towards you. “Don’t,” he grumbles lowly, a warning.

You freeze mid-swing, but the urge to push his buttons is too tempting. "What?" you say, all wide-eyed innocence, nudging the pile ever so slightly with your knee.

Logan lets out a deep sigh, giving you a sideways glance over his shoulder. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth sometimes, you know that? I doubt Hank's help nags him half as much.”

You grin, taking that as a small victory.

"I was recommended," you remind him, tone overly cheery and saccharine.

"Must've been desperate," he mutters, finally stepping away from the board and dusting chalk from his hands. Logan turns, crossing his arms as he leans back against the chalkboard, giving you a look that says he’s just on the edge of being amused

You raise an eyebrow, fixing him with a blank stare. "I’ll be sure to pass that along to Professor Xavier."

Logan shakes his head, his lips twitching like he’s trying not to smile. “Yeah? Be my guest. Make sure you tell him you’re spendin’ your time testin' my patience instead of your job.”

You slump back on the desk with a groan, head tilted towards the ceiling. "It's been forever since I've taken this class," you whine, rolling your head to the left lazily. "I hardly remember any of this, how am I supposed to grade it?"

"Barely remember any of this?" he repeats back to you, brow raised in disapproval. He pushes off the chalkboard and starts to make his way towards you. His steps are slow, deliberate, like he’s sizing you up—though you know it’s mostly for show.

Mostly.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, still splayed back on your palms and kicking your feet languidly. There’s chalk dust littered over his chest and the front of his thighs, coating them in a thin layer white. Your gaze trails the path of his steps, a slow smile tugging at your lips the closer he gets.

Logan stops in front of you, his towering frame almost filling your view entirely. You’re able to look him in the eyes perched on his desk like this, the green of them is darker than normal.

He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes glint with a teasing challenge as he tilts his head slightly, like he’s daring you to keep going.

“You got cotton in your ears when I’m up there talking or what?” he asks, voice dipping lower than before.

Your smile widens, and you shrug, trying to keep your cool under his heavy gaze. “You know I can’t listen to you when you wear jeans that tight.”

His eyes lock onto yours, their usual sharpness softened by something more dangerous, something that sends a thrill down your spine. "Maybe if you paid a little more attention," he says, voice a low rumble, "you wouldn’t need to whine so much."

You roll your eyes, even as the heat between you starts to curl in your chest. "Or maybe," you counter, leaning back a touch more and tilting your head up to meet his gaze better, "you could actually help me instead of being a complete pain in the—"

Before you can finish, Logan’s hands slam down on either side of you, caging you in. His face is inches from yours now, that barely-there smirk playing on his lips again.

You can feel the warmth radiating off him, the sharp edge of his stare cutting through your casual defiance.

“—ass,” you finally finish, voice slightly more breathless than before.

Logan just stares at you, the intense and unwavering attention you were itching for earlier makes you want to squirm in place now. His gaze is almost predatory, as if he’s taking in every flutter of your eyelashes and the quickening pace of your breath.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t back down.

You lean forward a little, tilting your head. "So, what’s it gonna take to get you to grade just one of these?" You pick up a paper from the pile and wave it in front of him teasingly. “I really need your help, professor.”

The word drips from your lips like a challenge, a taunt.

Logan’s eyes flicker with something dangerous, a flash of heat that tells you he’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. His fingers brush against the desk right beside your thigh, close enough to feel the warmth of him but it’s still too far.

He leans down slightly, inches away from your lips. His breath mingles with yours, warm and inviting, as the tension in the air thickens.

The scent of him—woodsy and masculine—invades your senses, and you can’t help but feel exhilarated. Your pulse starts to race, a mix of excitement and a hint of challenge flashing between you.

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering shut as you lean forward almost involuntarily.

Just as you’re about to close the gap, he pulls back, straightening up with a smug grin.

“Tell you what,” he starts, voice gone casual like he isn’t testing the very limits of your sanity. “I’ll help you.”

You open your mouth, cocky victory speech on the tip of your tongue, but Logan cuts you off.

“Not with grading,” he clarifies with a shake of his head. “It’s more like a," he takes a slow pause, like he's trying to find the right words, "personalized lesson.”

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse thunders in your ears. "What kind of lesson are we talking about?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady but it still comes out breathless.

His hands move from the desk, gliding up your legs until they rest just above your knees, the warmth of his touch igniting every nerve ending in your body.

“Logan—”

Anything you were going to say dissolves into a breathy gasp when he drops to his knees in front of you.

Your thighs clench together, arousal pooling in your panties sticky and wet. Logan's nose twitches, eyes darkening as he scents the headiness of your essence in the air.

His mouth twitches into a slow, deliberate grin as he catches the shift in your scent, the change in your body language betraying your desire.

His hands, firm yet careful, slide higher along your thighs, fingers brushing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of your skirt. The fabric rucks up ever so slightly under his touch, exposing just a little more of you to the cool air of the room and the heat of his gaze.

"Real quiet now," he teases darkly, voice husky and thick with tension, his thumbs tracing small, maddening circles against your skin. "Not so mouthy anymore, huh?"

Your breath hitches, a low heat sparking in the pit of your stomach and spreading outward.

Logan's grip tightens slightly, as though he’s testing the weight of your response, the way your thighs tense beneath his hands. He looks up at you, eyes dark and gleaming with an intensity that makes it impossible to think straight.

“You talk a lot of game, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice sending a thrill down your spine, “but I think it’s time to show me you can learn something."

You tilt your head back, trying to steady yourself, but it’s no use. Your body’s betraying you, hips shifting slightly forward, your legs spreading just so, inviting more of his touch—inviting him to make good on that unspoken promise that hangs between you.

Logan’s smirk deepens, dangerously close to devouring the last of your composure. "All you gotta do," he drawls, his breath hot against the inside of your thigh, "is ask for it."

His hands slide up a little more, his fingers catching on the edge of your panties. You can't help the sharp inhale that escapes you.

His challenge hangs in the air, thick and heavy, but you're past the point of hesitation. The words leave your lips before you even realize it.

"Teach me."

Logan’s grin spreads like wildfire, the kind that sparks and sets everything in its path ablaze. His eyes never leave yours, holding you captive as he flips your skirt up.

Something low and gritty tears its way from his chest at the sight of your panties, soaked fabric melded against the shape of your aching pussy. The sound echoes in the quiet room, low and primal, stirring a deep thrum of excitement in the pit of your stomach.

He shoves his way between your thighs, spreading them even further to make enough room for the width of his shoulders.

"You're a smart girl," Logan says easily, leaning down to trail kisses along the skin of your inner thigh, just inches from where you really need his mouth. "You should be able to tell me what tissue this is made of."

He dips his head, trailing his nose along the soaked fabric of your cotton panties until it nudges against your clit.

"Logan, I– ah!”

A sharp slap to your thigh cuts you off, pinpricks of pleasure making you cry out as they bloom red across your skin.

“Is that what you call me?”

It takes a second to click in the haze of your mind, what he’s asking for. When it finally does, you're whole body shivers, a broken moan falling from your lips as you take in the expectant look in Logan's eyes.

Your mind whirls, but the answer tumbles from your lips like a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

"Professor," you gasp, voice soft and laced with need.

Logan's grin is devilish, hands gripping your hips tight enough that you can feel the strength behind them.

"Good girl," he growls, voice thick with approval, the heat in his gaze burning you from the inside out.

You let out a soft whimper, hips instinctively tilting toward him, silently begging for more. But he doesn’t move. Instead, his grip on your thighs tightens, holding you firmly in place.

“Uh-uh," he rumbles, his mouth inches from you, but not close enough to touch. "You know how this works. You haven’t answered my question."

You can’t respond, silent as you stare down at Logan, wide-eyed as your mind races for anything to say that’ll get him to keep going.

"Come on, baby," he urges, thumbs rubbing slow circles over your skin. "Just tell me somethin' smart, I'll give you what you want."

You try to focus, try to remember something—anything—about what he taught in class. But all you can think about is the way his hands feel on your thighs, the heat of his breath, the maddening nearness of his mouth.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing the edge of your panties, just shy of where you need him most, and you can't help the frustrated groan that escapes you.

“What's sweet thing made of?" He nudges the soaked fabric against your clit again, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

"Fuck...erectile tissue," you manage to breathe out, mind fogged as you claw for the right answer. "But it's—it's surface is covered in epithelial tissue."

Extra credit.

Logan hums, the sound low and approving.

"Very good," he murmurs, his hands slipping beneath your panties, pushing the fabric aside. The first touch of his fingers against your bare skin sends a shiver of pure pleasure through you, your body arching off the desk in response.

His fingers tease along your slit, and you bite your lip to stifle the whimper threatening to spill out. Logan watches you closely, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he spreads you open with his fingers, exposing the slick heat between your legs.

Your back arches off the desk with a loud moan, hands gripping the edge hard enough that your knuckles turn white with it.

“Fuck, look at that,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, sliding his index finger through the wetness gathering at your entrance. “This is all for me? This pretty pussy all wet for your professor?

He presses a finger against your entrance, teasingly pushing just the tip inside before pulling back, relishing the way your body instinctively arches toward him.

You shake your head, peering down at him with glassy eyes. “You were never my professor,” you shoot back breathlessly, unable to keep from pushing against him even now.

Logan hums absentmindedly, eyes glued to the space between your legs. “Lucky you,” he drawls, sinking two fingers inside you without warning.

Your head falls back with a cry, thighs tightening around his shoulders as sparks go off at the base of your spine.

“Now, tell me how you feel,” Logan prompts, his voice gravelly and filled with that dark, teasing edge. His fingers glide up, slick as they draw tantalizing circles over your clit that set your nerves ablaze.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, embarrassment mixing with arousal as you wrestle with the overwhelming sensations. “I—uh,” you stammer, trying to organize your thoughts, but they slip away like sand through your fingers. “I feel–ah!…good.”

Logan lets out a chuckle. “Good, huh? Just good? You can do better than that. Don't get shy now, baby.”

His hand speeds up, the lewd noise of your slick pussy fills the room with each thrust. “What’s it feel like when I’ve got my fingers in you, hm?”

The dam breaks inside of you, all the embarrassment leaving your body as your hips start rocking down against him lightly.

“Feels so good,” you slur, head lolling to the side to watch him through half-lidded eyes. “Your fingers feel so good in me, professor.”

You’re playing with fire and you know it, but when your eyes slip down his body to find the hard imprint of his cock more than visible through his jeans, you can’t help yourself.

You slide your foot up his toned thigh until the chunky sole brushes against the tented denim.

Logan’s eyes flutter shut for just a second, his grin turning almost feral as he feels the pressure of your foot against him. His hips rock forward slightly, just enough to acknowledge your touch.

“You’re pushin’ your luck, kid,” he bites out, voice rough as gravel, but there's a thread of amusement running through it—like he’s enjoying this game just as much as you are.

You give him a slow, languid smile. "Maybe I like pushing," you breathe, dragging your foot up and down the length of him slowly.

Logan groans darkly, sliding his fingers out of you in one slick motion that makes you whine in protest. His hand moves to grip your ankle, firm but not painful, keeping you pressed against his cock.

“God, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he says quietly, the words passing through his lips like he couldn’t hold them in anymore. He brings his soaked fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a groan.

"Taste even better." His voice is rough, filled with desire that matches your own. You can’t hold back the whimper that escapes your lips, your hips bucking involuntarily, begging for more.

His grin widens, and finally, after what feels like an eternity of teasing, he gives in. Logan lowers his head, his mouth pressing against your clit in a slow, deliberate kiss that has your back arching off the desk, a strangled cry ripping from your throat.

Your hands find his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as you guide him closer, urging him on. His tongue flicks against your clit expertly, his stubble scratching deliciously against your skin with every drag of his head.

Your body feels like it’s been set on fire. The heat builds in your core, faster than you can control, a coil winding tighter and tighter until you feel like you’re about to snap.

“I—I think I’m going to—” you stammer, overwhelmed by the pleasure as he picks up the pace, fingers moving faster.

“Tell me,” he growls, the rumble of it vibrating against your clit as he holds your gaze, plunging his fingers back inside of you. “I want to hear you say it.”

“God, Professor! Fuck, Logan, I’m gonna—” you cry out, your body trembling, ready to explode. Your pussy weeps around the stretch of his thick fingers, soaking his hand and his wrist with your wetness.

"Atta' girl," he growls, pressing his thumb over your clit to send a jolt of ecstasy through your core. "Makin' a fuckin’ mess all over my desk, just like that.”

He leans in, wrapping his mouth around your clit and sucking while his fingers keep up their relentless pace. With barely any pressure, he drags the harsh edge of his teeth over your clit and sends you tumbling over the edge, your body arching into his mouth as you come.

The sheer force of it has your whole body tensing, your foot pressing on the clothed length of his cock harder than before. Logan groans at the feeling, eyes screwing shut as his hips buck up against the heel of your shoe.

As you ride the waves of ecstasy, Logan’s eyes stay locked on yours, watching. Greedy eyes taking in every detail of your face, every moan and whimper that falls from your slick lips, every tremor of your body.

He doesn’t relent, his fingers working you through the aftershocks, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you until you’re left breathless, heart racing, and utterly spent.

As you come down from the high, you glance at him, chest heaving with exertion.

Logan’s already looking at you, his gaze has a little more softness mixed in with the heat still simmering. He drops one last kiss to the slick skin of your thigh before pushing your foot off his lap and standing. His lips and chin glistening with your release, that cocky smirk still firmly in place as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Your eyes fall to where he’s still hard and tenting the denim of his jeans, pre-come leaking from the tip to stain the fabric darker.

“Ready for another one,” he whispers, leaning in close. His lips brush over yours, hips slotting between your thighs to grind the hard length of his cock along your sensitive pussy.

You can’t help the smug smile that takes over your face, your arms raising up to circle around his neck. Your eyes trail along the boards forgotten lesson plan over his shoulder, to the papers that were sitting on his desk scattered on the hardwood.

Your legs circle his waist, dragging him closer. "I think so."

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auras-moonstone · 3 months ago

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ so high school — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 2,2k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: football player!ethan landry x tutor!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: ethan is smitten with his tutor and invites her to his game. at the after party, he decides to finally confess his feelings.

ᡣ𐭩 content: tutor. football player. fluff. high school themes.

the radiant sunlight illuminated the side of y/n’s face, making her soft skin glow. ethan felt hypnotised, unable to look away or think about anything else other than how ethereal she looked. he should focus, the literature assignment was due soon and ethan still didn’t comprehend any of aristotle’s ideas. but hell, how was he supposed to concentrate when his tutor was so captivating?

“ethan landry if you don’t start paying attention-“ her poor attempt at pretending to be intimidating made him smile, she was so adorable.

“too much aristotle for today, let’s talk about something else.” ethan gave her his most charming smile.

“since i started tutoring you two months ago you’ve said that exact same sentence…” y/n made a deep thinking expression. “every. single. session.”

“and you oblige…” he copied her expression. “every single session”

“maybe you need a tutor with a firmer hand.” she joked.

“hey, if you want to punish me for being a bad student, i’m all for it.” he smirked mischievously

“if you want it, then it’s not a punishment. also, is that a kink of yours?” y/n smirked.

ethan gasped, and covered his mouth in an overdramatic way. “what a scandalous question! where’s the shy girl that walked into this very library two months ago?!”

y/n rolled her eyes and a small laugh escaped her mouth. “you’ve corrupted me.”

“let’s drive the conversation somewhere else. too many dirty jokes are going through my mind right now.” he shook his head. “let’s talk about tomorrow’s game.”

she cocked an eyebrow “what about it?”

“well, are you going alone or…?” he asked as if it were obvious

y/n laughed. “i’m not going with anyone.”

ethan tried his best to hide how relieved he was by that. “okay, cool. i can ask my sister to save a seat for you.”

“sorry, let me rephrase my sentence. i’m not going, period.” she said again.

ethan looked both betrayed and appalled as he exclaimed “but it’s a very important game!”

“eth, i adore you but i truly don’t care about football.”

butterflies fluttered all over his stomach at her words and his heart did cartwheels on his chest. “please come to my game, y/n/n.” his big brown eyes were pleading and she was left defenseless.

puppy brown eyes were the strongest weapon ever created, and when they came with a face like ethan’s, there was no other option but to surrender.

“ugh, fine! i’ll go.” y/n groaned and ethan started cheering loudly, causing the librarian to shush him.

“sorry, ma’am. she just gave me the best news ever and i got excited, i’ll stay quiet now. i’m sorry to disturb you.”

the librarian’s angry expression turned soft and gave the football player a ‘don’t worry’ smile. well, at least y/n wasn’t the only victim of his dangerous charm.

the worst thing was that he didn’t even do it on purpose, he just naturally exuded sweetness and you could tell he didn’t held a single malicious bone in his body.

y/n’s feelings towards him were so intense and overwhelming she didn’t know what to do with them. especially with the big question hanging over in the air—after she was done tutoring him, will he still acknowledge her?

“in all seriousness,” ethan started as they exited the library and made their way to his car “you don’t have to come to the game. i mean, i want you there but not at the expense of your comfort.”

god, he made her swoon. he was the sweetest guy she had ever met. y/n felt like she was back in high school, experimenting her first crush. “i’ll be there, i swear.”

“scout’s honor?”

“scout’s honor.” she affirmed.

he smiled, satisfied. “need a ride home?” he twirled the keys on his finger, and y/n didn’t know why, but she found it insanely sexy.

“no, thanks. i feel like walking.” she smiled. “see you tomorrow. break a leg.”

“leave my legs in peace, please. i kinda need them for the match” he said, making her laugh. heat spread through his body at the sound, ethan was so gone for her. “see you tomorrow.”

and in an act of bravery, he crouched down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. both teenagers went home smiling as if they had won the lottery.

y/n’s hands trembled as she followed the mass of people wearing blackmore’s football jersey. her reflects were quick enough to grab a seat near the field, and soon enough the benches were full.

she looked around the open space, seeing people talking animatedly with each other and socializing while she sat there alone, with her sweaty hands rubbing against the fabric of her emerald green jeans. she felt out of place, and the scene made her realize just how lonely she was. so immersed in getting good grades, she’d forgotten to… live. to truly let herself enjoy college in all aspects.

the only friend she had made so far was because of tutoring. if it hadn’t been because ethan was awful at literature, she would be friendless. so she sucked it up and locked away the urge to go back home. ethan wanted her there, and she didn’t want to disappoint her only friend. if this was important to him, then the bench was were she needed to be at the moment.

a hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, and when she turned her head to the side, a bit startled, finding two green eyes and bright orange hair.

“sorry! didn’t mean to scare you. y/n, right?” the gorgeous red-head asked.

shooting her eyebrows up in surprise, y/n nodded. “yes… do we know each other?”

“yes, well, no. we’ve never met, but my brother talks about you non-stop.” she smiled sweetly. “i’m quinn.”

ethan’s sister, her brain screamed, and she tried to keep her cool “oh, hi. nice to meet you.”

“ethan said, well, more like hoped, you were coming. he mentioned this was not your scene, so we saved you a seat with us so you wouldn’t be alone.”

y/n blushed and her heart melted at the thoughtfulness. she didn’t know who quinn meant by ‘we’, but she was grateful nonetheless.

ethan’s friends greeted her like she was one of their own, and they mentioned countless times how ethan would talk their ears off about her.

“there’s ethan!” tara told her, pointing at the tall man with the number 13 on his back.

ethan was always beautiful, but when he was in his element the word ‘beautiful’ felt short. she couldn’t find the words to explain just how mesmerizing ethan was in his football gear and with a cheshire cat smile on his tailored face.

the people in the stands cheered for the quarterback, and y/n joined in once the shyness faded away. then ethan caught her eye, and if he was glowing before that, now his joy was blinding.

he jogged towards her, wanting to talk to her before the game started. her heart beating faster and faster with every step he made. and when ethan reached her, they both stared at each other with love sick smiles and cheek pinks accentuated by the twinkling lights.

“you came.” he said in a mix of relief and gratefulness

“of course i did, you wanted me here, didn’t you?”

“more than anything else.” he replied sweetly. but then the coach started to yell at him to get back to the field. “sorry, gotta go. but thank you for coming, i’ll see you at the after party”

he ran back to his teammates, who greeted him with whistles and playful shoves which made ethan turn ever redder. but he didn’t care about his friends’ teasing, he was on cloud nine and he was determined to make this game the best he’s ever played. for y/n.

the stands of blackmore university erupted in cheers the second the board indicated the end of the final game of the season. the team lifted the star player of the game over their heads as they screamed in victory.

once his feet hit the floor again, ethan turned his head towards his people, to find them hugging each other enthusiastically. even y/n was embraced by his friends and that filled his heart with happiness.

“let’s go, captain. we gotta shower, then you can meet your girl.”

my girl, he replayed those words in his head. yes, that sounded just right, and he only hoped y/n agreed.

it was a little over an hour later when the team finally arrived at the party, greeted with applauses and pats on the back. the quarterback’s brown eyes scanned the crowded room, wanting to find the person he had been longing for two months exactly. he was going to do it. tonight, he was pouring his heart out.

“woah!” the boy exclaimed at the same time a familiar voice said “sorry”. they both smiled instantly when they realized they’d bumped into each other. “hi!” they said, and then laughed.

“you were amazing, ethan! my heart suffered a lot every time you were tackled, but it was quite a match.”

“thanks, y/n. i’m really happy you were there, wasn’t sure you’d show up.”

“you know i could never say no to you, ethan.” she said softly

ethan flushed and felt the courage rushing through his veins “y/n i’ve been meaning to tell you… i know we only met two months ago but-“

“ethan! the man of the hour. great game, bro!” one of his classmates interrupted, and just like that the moment was lost.

“thanks, bro.” ethan forced a smile. then took a quick look at y/n, who was standing awkwardly. “if you excuse me, we’re going to get some fresh air.” the classmate nodded and left, leaving the two of them alone again. but the courage had vanished as well as the little speech ethan had in mind. “i’m sorry about that.”

“hey, no. i get it.” she seemed sincere so ethan relaxed a bit. “what were you saying?” she asked

ethan shook his head. “i don’t want to get interrupted again, let’s go outside.”

but just when they thought they could sneak out, one of his teammates caught sight of him and yelled his name, causing the attention to fall on them.

ethan sighed in frustration, but dragged his feet towards the circle of people nonetheless, he was too good to say no. maybe that was one of his flaws.

"join us, landry" chad said

ethan and y/n sat and the boy shoot her an apologetic smile. in response, she sneakily placed her hand above his and squeezed in reasurance. "what were you doing?" ethan asked the group

"marry, kiss or kill." one of the cheerleaders answered. y/n definitely didn't like the way she smiled all flirty at ethan. "lucy, your tutor and me."

wow, dignity left the chat, y/n thought as a wave of embarrassment rushed through her body.

"where are we? in high school?" ethan rolled his eyes. "i'm not answering."

"come on, it's just a game" the blond insisted

"let's play something else" chad intervened, trying to save his friend.

"guess he didn't want to hurt his tutor's feelings" one of the cheerleaders said not to discreetly, and her friends giggled.

now y/n remembered why this wasn't her scene.

"let's play spin the bottle!" she heard tara said, but y/n was trying really hard not to show how the words had hurt. was it so crazy to think ethan could see her as more than his tutor or friend?

on the other hand, ethan was not going to let those girls humiliate y/n. besides, he wasn't ashamed to show how down bad he was for her. "you guys play, y/n and i are going outside. we have some things to talk about." ethan said with a suggestive smirk and chad whistled, making y/n's cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. she couldn't lie and say the glares she didn't feel satisfied at the glares the cheerleader threw her when ethan entwined their fingers.

"fucking finally" he said contently, sitting in a hammock. "been wanting to get you alone since i saw you standing in that bench."

she pressed her lips together, trying not to smile too wide "well, i was enjoying the view there."

"oh, yeah? what view?"

"football players in their uniforms"

ethan frown in displeasure "players? the 's' should be left out"

"it wouldn't be grammatically correct then." she teased

"hmm" he clenched his jaw

y/n laughed "i'm just messing with you, idiot." then took a deep breath before admitting, "i only have eyes for you, ever since i walked into that library two months ago, there's only been you."

he smiled like the love sick puppy y/n had turned him into and leaned down until the tip of their noses brushed. "i have been pretty obvious, but i want to be clear--i'm crazy about you. knew i wanted you since the very first day. be my girlfriend, y/n/n."

her eyes shone like fireworks. "yes, yes, yes."

"woah, okay, someone's eager." ethan teased her

"shut the fuck up."

"this is the part where i say 'make me', right? and then you kiss the fuck out of me."

"god, you're insufferable. you're lucky i like you so damn much."

"i like you, too. please put me out of my misery and kiss me." he pouted adorably.

"first you gotta answer the question"

"what?" he asked confused

"are you going to marry, kiss or kill me, landry?" she smiled

"i'm betting on all three for us two, y/n." he said, and finished melting her heart.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #ethan landry scream #scream fanfic #ethan landry smut #ethan landry oneshot #jack champion oneshot #jack champion x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fluff #jack champion fluff #jack champion x y/n

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pomefioredove · 7 months ago

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hello dovee! I saw the "I'd look good on you." and immediately thought of vil! if I could please request for that? THANK YOU SO MUCH🍰stay creative!

thank you everyone for feeding me vil requests. I got a little crazy with this one

summary: "I'd look good on you." type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, a little suggestive a part of this event

"No, no, no, no. Wrong, dreadful,"

You dodge another designer handbag as it goes flying across Vil's room, joining the growing pile of clothes behind you.

"Why is this so difficult?" he groans, storming out of his closet. "I have not a SINGLE decent thing to wear for this interview."

You look over your shoulder, watching him as he begrudgingly begins to clean up the mess he'd made.

"I think you're stressed,"

Vil pauses midway through sliding a silken shirt back on its hanger to glare at you.

"Another excellent observation," he says dryly. Then, a sigh.

"Sorry. I've been wanting to work with this director for years... I don't care for this role, but if the film does well, he'll likely want to work with me again... How's this?"

He holds up a glittery purple dress in front of him. You blink.

"...Good,"

"Ugh," he scoffs, tossing it aside. You don't know how many more times you can tell him he looks good in everything before he kicks you out.

"What is the role, anyway?"

Vil rolls his eyes, catching onto your attempt to distract him. He indulges, anyway.

"Another villain, although this film is more of a..." he pauses, gesturing vaguely. You stare. "...A young adult movie."

"So it's bait for teenage girls?"

"...Essentially,"

He sighs again, cleaning up the last of his temper tantrum and sorting it in his massive closet.

"Thus my role is more... provocative, we'll say. Which is fine, if not for the fact that I feel I did horribly,"

"I'm sure you didn't,"

"I'll be a laughing stock, this director will never work with me again, and I'll become one of those pathetic, washed up former child stars by age twenty-one,"

That feels... a tad overdramatic, but you don't mention it.

"That's not going to happen," you insist. "I'm sure you make a great... provocative... villain!"

Vil sighs, returning to the bedside to sit with you. For a brief moment, you can feel him staring, but you say nothing of it.

"You haven't even seen it," he mumbles, finally looking away. "I only have half an hour... I feel completely unassured."

You can't help but feel pity. Before knowing Vil, you had stupidly assumed that most celebrities are confident by nature, exuding grace and certainty.

Now...

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Vil quiets, seeming to consider the offer. "...May I use a line on you?"

You're not exactly sure what he means by that, but it can't be anything too painful. He only has half an hour, after all.

You nod.

Vil smiles, then turns away. He takes a deep breath... you've seen this before. He's getting into character.

It's very effective.

When he turns back, his expression is completely different. And his body language. Even his very presence has shifted.

You've seen this before, you remind yourself. The dangerous, menacing facade that he's known for, that makes his roles so iconic...

But he's also smiling, his eyes lowered, a pleasantly amused look about him.

His hand finds its way to the bed on your other side, effectively caging you between his arms. And then he moves in, guiding you down onto the mattress and leaning over your body.

This is your friend. You're just helping him. There's nothing to be nervous about.

Despite what you tell yourself, you can feel the effect he's having on you.

He can tell, too.

Vil tuts, his free hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Scared?" he asks. His voice is gentle, though there's a lingering danger behind it.

"Poor thing... I won't bite,"

He leans closer, his other hand intertwining with yours and keeping it pinned to the mattress, hot breath pressing against your ear.

"I'd look good on you," he whispers.

You know you shouldn't interrupt him, but you can't stop the nervous, flustered whine that comes out of your throat.

Vil breaks character, beaming, and gets off of you.

"Oh, my..." he grins, studying your expression. "You were right. I was worried over nothing."

He stands, smoothing out his clothes, and strides towards the closet to change, leaving you flustered senseless on the bed until he returns.

"How do I look?" he asks.

Of course, perfect. He always looks perfect. And now that he's confident again, gorgeous.

He smirks. "I'll take your silence as a compliment, potato. Thank you for the boost... I'll be back to pick up where we left off in a few hours,"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #queued

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miniwheat77 · 18 days ago

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Loser. (Soap x Virgin!Reader.)

!NSFW, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, innocent reader, NO MINORS!

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“You’d hit that? Even with how innocent Y/N is?”

“Ugh. Until her fuckin’ legs shake mate.” Soap laughs. Gaz rolls his eyes, laughing too. “You’re sick.”

“Nah, I think it’s an act.” Soap smirks. “No twenty-something year old is that naive.”

He doesn’t realize you’re listening on the other side of the door. They’d chose to have this conversation right outside the office you usually worked in. It was late and they didn’t figure you were still inside.

———

Later that night, you’re in the watch tower alone. It’s dark out, it’s pretty late. Soap is supposed to be up here with you, but you’re early. You’re curious about what he had said. What he meant by it anyways. Hit that? Until your legs shake? What does that even mean? You wanted to ask but also knew how wrong it had been of you to eavesdrop in the first place.

Soap walks through the door and startles you out of your daydream and you act as if you hadn’t heard his entire conversation earlier with Gaz. “Hey little lady.” He smiles. “Hi Johnny.” You smile back at him. Looking away quickly. He can tell that you’re acting off. “Everything alright?” He asks. “Uh.. yeah.” You mumble. He can tell you’re off. You knew that you should have listened to the others on base and stayed away from him. Sarah and Layla had told you on more than one occasion to stay away from him but had never actually explained why. You knew that the two could be a little overdramatic at times.

“I have a question actually.” Soap says, sliding a chair up to sit next to you. “Why do you wear your hair like that?” He asks.

“L-like what?” You brush it down. He makes you nervous, you aren't sure why.

“It’s always done up real nice. Sometimes you even got cute clips in it and stuff.” He toys with the ends that hang by your face, seeing the way your cheeks redden by his touch alone. You look down with a laugh. “Uh.. I’m not sure. I guess it’s just something I picked up on from my mo-“ you pause, shaking your head.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks. “Uh.. it’s just… I guess I just don’t like to talk about my parents.” You mumble. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I’ll listen anytime you’d like.” He smiles, resting a hand on your knee. It doesn’t seem like it, but Johnny is being genuine. The other girls' words are always echoing around in your head. Johnny seemed nice and you needed to ignore what they said sometimes.

“They uh… they were very religious. So far beyond the normal extent that it was like a cult.” You look up at him. “No offense but is that kind’ve why you’re a little…”

“Sheltered?” You smile. “Well I wasn’t gonna say it.” He laughs.

“Yes it is. They didn’t let me have exposure to stuff like TV or books. Homeschooled all my life, expected to be well kempt and tidy. I guess some things just stuck. My room is spotless and my hair is always fixed.” You shrug. He smiles. “I like it though. Wouldn’t be you if it wasn’t I suppose.” He laughs.

“So. I know I shouldn’t have been listening, but I heard you talking to Gaz earlier.”

Soaps cheeks nearly light on fire.

“Uhhh. You weren’t supposed to hear it.” He laughs. “I’m sorry.”

“Well if you’re saying sorry it means it wasn’t good, what you were saying. I don’t know what that means.”

He furrows his brows in confusion. “Do uh… you not know what Sex is?”

Your eyes widen. “What? Y-yeah I know what it is. What does that have to do with this?” He sees the way you start to backtrack. How nervous you get talking about it. “I’d hit that” he laughs, repeating himself. In disbelief you have no idea what he meant when he said it. He looks down at the ground away from you. “It’s… a slang term. For sex.” He laughs. You look confused. “You’ve never heard it?” He asks. “No. I know what sex is but I’ve not mapped out the slang terms I guess. So what you were saying.” You swallow hard. Eyes finally moving up to meet his. You're starting to realize what he had meant. “You…” You’re very hesitant. “I would have sex with you, that’s what I meant.” He laughs. You try to play it off with a small laugh but he can see that you’re different now. “I’ve.. I’ve never um…” you rest your hand on the back of your chair. “I know. I can tell.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "I honestly thought that this was some kind of act you were putting up. Until you mentioned your parents. I feel like a dick now. I shouldn't have said what I said and I want you to know that what I was saying was really disrespectful of me. I shouldn't have been saying anything like that." He looks down at his hands, resting his elbows on his knees.

"What?" You ask. "I thought that wanting to have sex with someone is like a compliment or something." You mumble. "It is. Well. Kind of." He shakes his head with a laugh. "Look. It's awkward but I'll teach you all of the stupid slang terms alright? It doesn't make sense, you're supposed to grow up hearing this stuff and learn what it means along the way alright?" He laughs. You nod your head. "Okay. Yeah. Got it. " You blush. "Thank you Johnny." You mumble. "Course.” He laughs.

“You said something else too uh… until my legs shake? What does that mean?” Johnny’s face is on fire, embarrassed and blushing. How is he supposed to explain this away?

He sighs. “Well. This is what I get for being gross ah?” He laughs. “Sometimes during sex if it’s.. rough enough or good enough, your legs will shake. I guess. It’s more complex than that. You know.. Um... I'm gonna write down a website and I want you to look it up. Don't be scared alright? And don't watch it with anyone else around, it's bad."

"If it's bad why are you telling me to watch it?" You ask. "Because... It's about sex and you know how apprehensive you are about it. Everyone else is too. This website it's for adults only, watch it alone. You'll understand. If you see something you want to know about you can ask me or research it on like... an incognito browser on your phone. I'll show you how to do that too." He mumbles. He picks up a piece of printer paper and looks around until he finds a pen. He writes down the very familiar website and than shows you on your phone how to get to an incognito browser. Reminding you to never watch it with people around.

You have an idea of what he's telling you to look up.

Later that night when you’re off watch, you’re making sure your earbuds are connected to your phone before you look up the website he’s telling you about, the front page is intimidating enough before you even click on a video.

Hours later you’re still awake. The amount of terms you’ve learned about, the videos you’ve seen.

You feel corrupted.

Urban Dictionary and a Porn website have turned your entire life around. No wonder your parents kept you sheltered.

You finally fall asleep just a couple hours before you’re supposed to be awake. A new ache between your legs and you’re unsure how to fix it or make it feel better. The next day, you’re exhausted but everything you had learned the night before changed your perspective on everything. The conversations you had overheard from the men on base suddenly made so much sense. Why Layla and Sarah had told you to stay far away from Johnny made so much sense now.

“Uh.. Earth to Y/N. You alright?” Ghost waves his hand in your face and you jerk back away from him, swallowing hard. “Uh.. yeah. Sorry. Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Something keeping you awake love?” Ghost places his hand on your knee and Johnny watches across from the table as you go completely stiff, looking down at his hand. “Yeah.” You say it, “wait no. No I mean no. Sorry.” You shake your head, standing up fast. “Just slept in too late yesterday. I’ve got to go get some paperwork done.” You mumble. “See you guys around.” You wave, hurrying out of the mess hall and into your office. “What was that about?” Ghost laughs. "I think she's just stressed." Johnny laughs. He was getting a little nervous by your reaction. Maybe he had given you too much all at once.

———

You were desperate. You didn't care anymore. It had been almost two weeks since Johnny had showed you the website. He'd answered any questions you had, didn't matter how awkward.

You had so much pent up arousal. You were horny from days and days of watching nothing but videos. You wanted anything. You hurried up the watch tower stairs, heart thudding in your chest. You step inside, nerves growing as you such in a sharp breath. “Hey, everything okay?” He asks.

You swallow hard. “Yeah.”

“No not really.” You mumble. You take your seat like usual and face away from Johnny for a second. You don’t know how to ask him for help, you feel shameful. “What’s goin on? I do somn?” He asks. “Yeah. Yeah you did. You showed me what porn is and now I feel weird all of the time.” You huff. He laughs. “You don’t feel weird. You’re just horny.” You sigh. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes. “Yeah well. It sucks!” You groan. You feel tears pricking your eyes from your frustration. “What, touching yourself isn’t enough?” He laughs. “Touching myself?”

The thought of you doing that sounds foreign. “Oh dear… don’t tell me you’ve watched 2 weeks worth of porn and haven’t made yourself cum.” He laughs. You stay quiet. “Poor girl, no wonder you’re so frustrated.” He laughs. You stand up, pacing back and forth slow. You’re trying to think to yourself. “I don’t really know how, not really. I’ve seen videos but they’re usually not helpful in the slightest.” Johnny glides his tongue over his bottom lip. Seeing you so frustrated has him a little riled up himself. “I.. not sure how much you trust me.” He laughs.

You turn to look at him. Your pupils are blown wide.

“I could show you… if you wa-“

You nod your head before he even finishes his sentence. He leans forward in his chair, motioning you to come forward with his fingers. Your stomach fills with butterflies.

“Just uh.. take a deep breath, alright?” You nod your head. You’re still standing a ways away from him. He reaches out, pulling you forward by the back of your thigh, until you’re right directly in front of him. He looks up at you. “S’alright lass. Nothing to be nervous about.” He mumbles. You’ve sat next to Johnny sure, but this is different. You’re closer to him than you ever have been. He smells like cologne and hair pomade. You close your eyes as you he reaches for your cargo pants. You don’t make any movements to stop him. He continues. He unbuttons them, slow. He doesn’t want to startle you or move too fast. He wants to give you ample time to stop him. You have a choice, he wants to make that known. He tugs them down slightly, you close your eyes tight. Biting your lip. What you were about to trust him with was a lot. Further than you’ve ever gone with anyone else.

He grasps the waistband of your panties, pushing them down just far enough he could get a hand between them and your skin. He glides his hand between them.

Johnny glides the side of his pointer finger across your slit. Collecting your arousal on his finger. When he draws it away he can see just how wet you are. It drives him fucking crazy.

He parts his fingers, seeing strings of your arousal across them. His cock is rock hard in seconds, by far the most turned on he’s ever been in his life. He lets out a laugh. Shaking his head. “My god you are wet.” he shakes his head, biting his lip. He growls under his breath. He wants to devour you. Fuck you until your legs really shake, until you’re crying out for more. “You been watching more videos, Bonnie?” He asks. You nod your head. “See you’ve found one you like” he chuckles. You chew at your lip nervously. “Johnny..” you whine. “Hm?”

“I want to know what it feels like to cum..” you look down at him. “Please show me.” You whine.

“I’ll show you, doll. Just relax into me okay?” He breathes. “Cmere, why don’t you sit in my lap.” He pulls you forward. You spin around, sitting down on him. You can feel his erection pressing into you. He pushes your cargo pants and panties down further, until one of your legs is completely free. “Prop your leg up on me, don’t be shy.” He sighs. His warm breath is right against your ear. He pushes your hair behind your ear, he wants you to hear him. He’s going to talk you through it.

“Just watch my hand. Do as I say. I’ll show you how lass.” He breathes. You nod your head. Your face is hot, in such a daze you barely even know what’s going on around you. “I’m so horny Johnny.. I can’t take it.” You cry. Tears filling your eyes. “Just watch darling..” he trails his hand across your bare stomach, he’d pulled your shirt up. Pushing down, until his huge hand glides over your mound. Stopping just right at the top. He circles over your clit with two of his fingers, feeling you jump against him. “It’s going to be really sensitive. Since you’ve never touched here before, alright?” You nod your head. You’re panting. “It’s your clit. You try.” He moved his hand lower, drawing circles around your opening as you start to rub your clit. You’re getting more comfortable, relaxing into him. “That’s it. Just keep doing that for me, yeah.” He breathes. He raises his hand to his mouth. Using his saliva to wet down his fingers enough. Circling his spit over your hole. He’s prepping you.

“Deep breath.” He mumbles. You nod your head.

He doesn’t have to stretch you too much. He pushes his finger in, feeling you tense up. “Oh god.” You pant. Wiggling your hips lower into him. You pause your movement, whining out. “Keep rubbing your clit baby. I didn’t say to stop.” He breathes. His voice is low and sexy. He’s turned on. A side of Johnny you hadn’t seen.

He pairs another finger up, pushing it back into you. You gasp, clutching his wrist with your free hand. “There you go darling.” Your breaths get a little more rigid. Nearly panting out as he fingers you. “Keep going darling. Gentle, not too fast now.” He guides you.

“I- oh god!” You cry. “There you go baby. That’s it… give it to me.” He whines, raising his hips into you. You can tell he wants relief of his own.

You grasp his hand, forcing him away. “Woah- hey. Everything okay?” He asks. You stand on one leg. Turning so that you could straddle his lap. Sitting down on him again. “F-fuck..” he grits his teeth. “What’re you doing?”

“I want to know what it’s like.” You look him in the eyes. “Y/N.” He warns. He knows what it is you want.

“Johnny.” You repeat his name back. “Your virginity is really important. I think you’re just really turned on. Not thinking straig-“ he clenches his eyes shut as you rut your hips into his. He swallows hard. “You can’t take it back. Once you do it with me, I’ll always be your first.” He breathes. “I think you should really think about it.” He swallows hard. “I think I’ve got my mind made up, MacTavish.” You sigh, hands clutching at the collar of his shirt. You lean into him, lips brushing over his. You kiss him, hard. He can feel your heart thumping in your chest.

Johnny is in shock. Because this isn’t just another hook up and you’re not just another girl.

You’re Y/N. The girl who is supposed to be so far out of his reach, out of his league even. You’re not someone Johnny ever expected to be sitting in his lap, wanting more than just a kiss even. Wanting to…

He has to draw himself out of his trance. You want your first to be him. And Johnny up until this point is recognized as a scumbag. Everyone knows it. He’s desperate for any kind of attention he’ll get. He knows that this is how people feel about him. Maybe they don’t know him, don’t know that he wants to be loved. He wants it all, using any way he can to get it, even if it does make him look like an asshole.

Not anymore. Johnny wants your attention. Yours and yours only, he knows it.

“Okay.. look at me.” He pushes back. “If you want me to do this, we’re gonna do it right.” You nod your head. “We’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to know that this is how you should be treated. Always. Okay?” You nod your head.

He unbuckles his belt, pushing his jeans down his thighs just enough. You swallow hard at the size of him, not sure what you were expecting. “Are you sure?” You nod your head. Looking at him. You prop yourself up and he helps you. Spitting in his hand and gliding it up his cock. If he had lube he’d use it. Knowing how bad this is about to hurt you. Once he’s got himself lined up with your entrance, you’re eager. Pushing yourself down onto him. He tries to force you to be gentle. You’re in a hurry. Desperate to have him inside of you.

Once you get to that point, where you start to stretch, you slow. Biting your lip. He can tell it’s starting to hurt.

“It’s okay- it’s alright lass. Deep breath for me.” Soaps face crunches up in pleasure, trying his best to conceal it because he doesn’t want to enjoy this when you’re not.

“Oh fuck…” he pants. His voice is so unsteady you can’t help but smile. “Are you okay Johnny?”

“Y-yeah. You just feel so fucking good.” He smiles, eyes closing. “Just a little more, you’re doing so good for me.” He pants. You hiss, and he hesitates. Drawing his hips back into the chair and raising you up slightly. He gathers more arousal at the tip of his cock. Spearing you further onto him. It’s easier to slide like this.

“I’m going to push all of the way alright? Deep breath.” He lowers you completely, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He takes in a sharp breath, standing up with you. It’s not the best place for it, but not the worst. He lays you right on the ground. It’s clean, you’d just cleaned it the night before.

The feeling of all of his body weight on you is intimidating. Something you’ve never felt before. He takes one deep thrust and you’re gasping out, a cry leaving your lips as he penetrates to the deepest parts of you. Just like that, it’s over.

You have your eyes screwed shut and he gives you a couple minutes to adjust before he starts fucking you. He’s slow, trying to ease the pain.

And it works. Your eyes soften as they slowly open, lips going from locked shut to parted. Your hands had a tight hold on his shirt and they’re staring to relax. You were dead quiet, but as he moves you start to pant.

You’re starting to like it.

Soap sighs, thank god.

He keeps a steady pace until he knows you can take more and then he’s rocking his hips into you deeper. “Oh god Johnny.” You mewl, opening your legs wider for him. Giving him complete access to you. His eyes widen.

Johnny has been with his fair share of women, each different from the last. You’re by far the most gentle, skin soft against his. Your clutches are even soft when you run your hands through his mow hawk and grip it. Your body is like a clouded temple and the fact that he’s been allowed inside is something Johnny is going to cherish, he’s never letting this go. He’s made up his mind.

He starts driving himself into you at a brutal pace. You’re trying your best to stay quiet but it’s hard. “Ah, Johnny. S’a lot.” You breathe. “Deep breathes, I said I’d make your legs shake and I intend on it darling.” He chuckles. You can’t help but blush.

He expected it to be easier, but you’re taking a lot. “Johnny I- I’m gonna cum!” You whine. Your legs start to shiver just slightly and he smiles. “Go on doll, show me how good I make you feel. Cum for me.” You screw your eyes shut, focusing on the knot building and how his cock stimulates the perfect place to make it unwind. He’s getting overwhelmed. This is the first time you’ll ever cum. Not just that. The first time you’ll ever cum, and it’s around his cock. Not from your fingers, or even his. Not a pillow you’re desperately rutting into. Around Johnny’s dick.

He lowers his hand, pressing his fingertips into your clit and your mouth parts in shock, how good he feels is unmatched. A cry barely leaves your lips and he covers your mouth with his hand. Fucking you into your high. When you hit it, your legs shake.

Just like in the videos.

You’re on the verge of crying when Johnny hits his high. He’s panting and whining and it’s almost pathetic as he reaches it. He doesn’t think to pull out.

———

“Y/N. He’s just using you. He wants to fuck you and then dump you. That’s who he is. He’s a loser.” Layla rolls her eyes.

Her words cut through you like a knife. “I.. why are you saying that?”

“Because it’s what guys like him do Y/N. He doesn’t want anything serious. He’d have a girlfriend if that were the case. I bet his body count would cripple you because he’s just a gross loser. He wants sex and no offense, but you’re naive and he knows if he shows up and shows out you’ll be dumb enough to give it to him. No offense.” She waves her hand. “I’m not trying to be a bitch but it’s true. I’m not saying to listen to me, I’m just warning you before you catch feelings and get your heart broken. You heard how he used to talk about you.”

You nod your head. “Thank you.” You mumble, turning away from her. The tears are hot as they spill over your eyelids the moment she can’t see your face anymore. You hurry away.

She was going to go find Johnny.

“I know you’re trying to get your claws into Y/N, but you need to stay away from her.”

She catches Johnny off guard, he’d just gotten back from a mission. “What are you talking about?” He hurries to cover up the love bites he's got on his neck from you.

“I’m talking about how you’ve been spending so much time with her. I know you. You’re nothing but a loser looking for someone who will put out for you. That’s not her. So leave her alone.” He shakes his head. “You’ve got it wrong.”

“Do I? Because everyone here has heard the way you talk about her and other women.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have anything to prove to you okay? I’m friends with Y/N and I care a lot about her whether you believe it or not." He's getting angry. "Whatever. I guess since she's so stupid and naïve we'll find out when you get her to fuck you." The words are laced with venom.

His face goes stone cold and he pauses, standing straight up and taking a step toward her. He's sharp with her.

"She's not stupid. Say whatever you want about me. Call me a loser, fine. But if you say that to me again we will have a much bigger problem on our hands." He's stern and his voice is quiet. "She's smart and she's had it rough. She's learning everything day by day. Naïve yes. Stupid? Absolutely not. Now back off." He growls. She is a little intimidated but she plays it off with a huff and leaves. His reaction to her calling you stupid had taken her completely off guard.

Maybe he really did have feelings for you.

———

"You know, one way to really find out if he likes her is to hit on him and see if he takes the bait." She shrugs. "Yeah, but I don't want to hurt Y/N by doing that." She sighs. "Layla, she'll get hurt even worse if she gives her V card up to that loser and he treats her like shit after." Her eyes are wide as she looks at her.

"I know Sarah. I guess you're right. Let's give it a go. But I already pissed him off so it's got to be you." She looks up from her tray of food. "Gross. Whatever." She scoffs.

The two wait until that night. Soap gets to the watch tower first and she takes the opportunity, heading up the stairs. Layla stays at the bottom of the stairs just in case.

She wants to stop you at the bottom and give Sarah enough time to do what she needs to do.

"Uh.. something wrong?" You ask. You startle her, she hadn't been paying attention. "Shit! You scared me. No- no nothing is wrong. I just really needed to ask you a question and it couldn't wait." Her response is fast and it has you narrowing your eyes. "What is it?"

"It's... uhh." She pauses, trying to come up with something on the fly. "Look.. about you and Soap..."

"Jesus Layla, I've already starting retracting from him, I really just want this all behind us." You groan, pushing passed her. "Wait!" She grasps your hand. "What is going on? Why are you stalling to keep me down here?" You tear your arm out of her grasp and move further up the stairs but she's hot on your tail. "She's testing him!"

You pause right outside the door. "What?"

"She's going to hit on him to see if he'd cave. Y/N we don't want you to get hurt by him.” She says. "Jesus Christ." You reach for the handle but pause when you hear Soap.

"Sarah, I'm not interested okay? I've told you like 3 times now. I... I like Y/N. And I'm sure she wouldn't like knowing that you're doing this. Because I respect her enough, the moment she comes through those doors I'll tell her." He takes a step back.

You and Layla can hear it on the other side of the door but she tries to stop you as you reach for the door again.

"Oh come on John. You'd be stupid to pass this up." Her voice is low and she's trying to sound sexy. They hear shuffling inside. "You need to leave me alone. I... I love Y/N. You and Layla can believe it or not but I do and I'm done with whatever this is. Back off before I make you."

You shove the door open. "That's enough!" You yell.

Soap and Sarah jump. "What the fuck is the deal?"

"Did you put them up to this?" He asks. "Of course I didn't put them up to this, I'm not fucking crazy." The swears leaving your lips have everyone in the room startled. "I don't know what the obsession is with you two trying to protect me from Soap when it's none of your business!"

"We just don't want you to give your V card to him because he's a fucking loser Y/N!" Layla calls back.

"I already had sex with him!"

The rooms falls quiet.

Their eyes are wide and even Soap is completely baffled. "I already gave him my virginity. I already slept with him, we've had sex multiple times." You have your arms crossed. Scolding them like a mother scolds her kids. "Seriously? Why didn't you lead with that?" Sarah hisses. "Because you both have been acting crazy."

"You.. you love her? You had sex with her and you still like her..?" Layla and Sarah turn to Soap. He looks away. "Yeah. I do. Maybe if you both had given it a chance you would've seen it." He sighs. "I just threw myself at him and he didn't take the bait. I think that's enough for me." Sarah shrugs her shoulders.

"Give us some space please." You sigh.

"Okay.. We owe you a huge apology Y/N. We had no idea." Layla mumbles. "It's fine, we'll talk later." You sigh. They both leave, the moment the door is closed you're locking it behind them. "Those two, my god." You laugh. He starts laughing too. "Yeah, a bit protective." He chuckles. "I'm sorry about that." You roll your eyes.

"It's alright. They're just looking out for you. Hitting on me though, that's a bit crazy."

"Very crazy."

The both of you start laughing, unable to contain it.

"Cat's out of the bag now I guess."

"Yeah, yeah I guess it is." You look up at him. He's beginning to close the distance between the both of you. "You ready to make this official yet or what?" He smirks. "I don't think that that's the way to properly ask a girl out MacTavish."

"I also don't think it was very respectable of you to let me hit it before at least becoming my girlfriend either, Y/L/N." He raises a brow. "Fuck you." You roll your eyes. Playful smile on your lips. "I'll never get used to you cursing like that. It's kind of sexy actually." He leans in, lips right by yours. "Shut up and ask the question Johnny."

"Fine." He laughs.

"Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend? Officially."

"Yes." You laugh. "Thank god." He mumbles, wrapping his arms under your thighs and lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. He pushes you into the wall behind you, you can feel that he's already hard as he presses into you.

"Been waiting weeks to finally hear that lass."

#johnny soap mactavish #soap smut #cod mw soap #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap cod

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itsthatmff · 6 months ago

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helllooo, can you write boyfriends headcanons with other men like flashy flash and amai mask please? ~

IM FINALLY BACK WITH MORE HEADCANONS! writing for these was so hard- it was my first time doing amai mask too- I hope they turned out well 😩

Please keep the requests incoming I’ll try to work through them! I’m sorry for taking so long and Thank you so much for the patience.

Boyfriend Headcanons on OPM men Pt. 2

Fem!reader

Included: Flashy flash, Amai mask, Saitama, Zombie man

Flashy Flash

Having him as a boyfriend sure isn’t for the weak

He’s definetly the leader of the sassy man apocalypse

He takes his night routine SERIOUSLY like you will have a 20 step hair routine and a spa session

He gives great hair care tips though

Lets you braid his hair when you’re bored or does your hair when you’re tired

Gossiping with him is super fun

When he’s annoyed or jealous he scoffs a lot

Tiny bit reluctant over physical affection but his hugs and kisses feel so gentle, you could melt into them.

He goes all out when you’re on your period, like he knows exactly what you need and what to do.

Gifts you hairclips on random occasions !

Doesn’t like you touching his katana cuz he’s worried you’ll hurt yourself.

You get the best dates with him because he knows the best spots, prefers staying at home with you though in case one of his opps are after him.

He does bicker with you from time to time because he knows you too well and can’t be bothered to deal with your overdramatic ass

"Yeah fine we get it you’re just angry because you’re craving some desserts. Stop whining and lets go get it.“

Amai Mask

Might seem like a narcissistic and selfish bastard at first but he really just has issues

As a boyfriend he might not be able to spend much time with you since he is a hero AND a celebrity with a filled schedule

Makes sure to spoil you rotten tho

You get expensive gifts from him on a weekly basis and he takes you out to the best restaurants

He has to be very discreet with your relationship since it could cause him a bad reputation and backlash from the media

Whenever he’s overwhelmed or had a bad day he seeks comfort in your embraces

Feels like you’re the only one who understands him

Genuinely opens up to you and shows you his vulnerable side from time to time

He gets VERY jealous like he better not catch you admiring some other hero

At first he’d laugh it off not wanting to believe such a thing but slowly the jealousy would start creeping up

“You’re mine understood?”

Is just scared of u leaving him

He calls to tell you there’s a new magazine out that features him and wants you to buy it.

Thinks you’re his biggest supporter and likes to brag about you.

Saitama

Dates consist of gaming or getting deals at different supermarkets

I can totally imagine that he’s willing to try some new things at the convenience store with you and do taste tests.

Never rates the food a 10/10 cuz he thinks Genos could do it better.

YES sometimes Genos DOES make dinner dates for you two, he goes all out making a 5 star dinner for his sensei and his girlfriend.

Saitama secretly loves it when you come and sit on his lap as he watches tv.

He may not look like it but he really notices the small details, like he’ll ask if you put on different perfume or shampoo. Does it so sleek too.

He’d lean in to your neck and WHISPER INTO YOUR EAR

"Hm..you smell so good, got a new perfume?“

This guy just knows how to get you flustered

Is very nonchalant about most things, doesn’t really get jealous. (Unless you’re being overly nice to someone that has like really good hair)

“Yo genos. How much do you think a hair transplant costs?”

“Why are you asking sensei?”

“No reason really..” as he GLARES at the guy you’re talking to.

Doesn’t call you often, more like he randomly texts you what he’s doing and if your schedule matches his you both hangout.

Wants to climb up the ranks in order to impress you and loves to tell you about his day when he gets home.

Gets the most expressive around you.

He kicks out Genos when you two need your private time.

Gives the best piggy back rides.

Zombieman

Hands down the best boyfriend out there

He’s so chill about everything

Likes to take you everywhere with him, especially on shooting ranges, coffee shops or jazz bars

Respects your boundaries a lot, if you don’t like the smoke from his cigarettes he’ll try not to smoke around you, if you’re a smoker yourself he always looks forward to smoke some with you.

You both have a very casual relationship, there’s no awkwardness at all nor the cheesiness and pampering

That also includes physical affection. Cuddling on the couch or holding hands seems natural to you.

As nihilistic as he is, he can’t hide whenever he’s jealous.

“Was it fun chatting to that human?” He’d ask whilst pressing down the last remaining of his cigarette onto the whiskey glass. He wasn’t upset, more like curious of what you saw in another man.

Only calls you in the evenings after he walks you home. Likes to hear your voice before he goes to sleep.

He loves to get you roses

Asks childish emperor for advice on what to get you. Doesn’t even realise himself that he slips in your name in every conversation.

Is the kind of boyfriend that is happy enough to just watch you from afar.

Never ever gets aggressive with you. In fact you’ve never seen him angry.

Likes to polish his guns while you sit on his lap.

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4ranghaes · 21 days ago

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not a christmas request but i saw ur post about threesomes… begging on my knees for sungho and taesan hard dom and soft dom

park sungho x han taesan x reader [smut, fem!reader, taesan and reader are in established relationship, threesome]

warnings - SMUT!!! MDNI!!!!!! hard dom!taesan, soft dom!sungho, sub!reader, kind of brat!reader, sungho just walks right in but lets say now there’s established consent, cunnilingus, overstimulation, boys kissing, degradation, use of many varying nicknames (slut, bitch, princess, darling, baby), they talk about reader as though she’s not there, blowjob, penetration, once again no mention of protection but i’m saying here they used it because ALWAYS USE PROTECTION, mentions of edging & spanking, very shittily written aftercare

22:05 - “y/n, i’m warning you,” taesan spoke, grabbing your waist and pulling you close, muttering just beside your ear, “if you try and touch me again you’re not gonna cum for the rest of this fucking year, let alone this month.”

you looked up at your boyfriend, stern eyes looking back at you as you giggled. he rolled his eyes, kissing his teeth in frustration. taesan grabbed your arm, beginning to drag you in the direction of his room.

“ah, let go of me! taesan, i didn’t do anything! i said let—”

the two of you stopped in your tracks, greeted with the sight of sungho exiting the bathroom.

“oh, sorry!” he smiled, the smile fading as he looked at your hurt expression, “wh– are you okay, y/n?”

you smirked at taesan before turning to his friend with a teasingly whiny voice, “no! he’s dragging me around, sungho! help me, please…”

sungho rolled his eyes, used to your antics. he turned to taesan, though, and stopped when he saw the angry look in his eye.

“taesan?” he said, trying to get his attention off wherever his friend’s mind was now (you), “what’s happening here?”

“nothing,” your boyfriend grumbled, “just leave us, okay?” he opened his bedroom door, pushing you into the room before turning back to sungho, “and, uh, you might want to go out for a while.”

sungho scoffed, rolling his eyes, “don’t tell me you’re one of those.”

“one of what?!”

“those jealous, riled up boyfriends. the ones who think it’s sexy to punish and punch their girl about,” sungho teased. you giggled, watching from the bedroom, taesan’s head whipping round to glare at you. sungho smiled, “look at how lovely she is. how pretty.”

your smile grew as sungho entered the room, cupping your face in his hands. he hummed, “so, what was your plan for her, taesan?”

your boyfriend sighed heavily, walking in the room and pulling the door shut behind him, locking it too. he approached you with a mean glint in his eye, not even sparing a glance to sungho.

“i was gonna tease her. make her think she was special, that i was gonna let her cum, when in reality i’d edge her. over, and over, and over until she’s crying and whining and begging me in that beautiful little slutty way that she does,” taesan smirked, “and then, if she could handle it, i’d make her cum. over, and over, and over. not before ‘punching her about’, of course,” he used air quotes, jeering at sungho’s earlier words. “i’d say 10 hits would do it.”

you were biting your lip, stood cowering under the gaze of both men. taesan smiled, gripping your chin with his thumb and first finger, “and you’d love it, wouldn’t you? since you’ve been teasing me all day like a little slut. i know you must be horny.”

he moved your head for you in an up and down motion. sungho pouted towards you, your eyeline being stolen by him. he brushed taesan’s hand off your face, cupping your cheek instead.

“but look at her, taesan! i’m sure she’s been a tease, but isn’t that just because she’s lonely? maybe you’ve been neglecting her, have you ever thought about that?!” sungho exclaimed, an overdramatic pout staying on his lips, “if she was mine to play with, i’d treat her just right. kissing her softly, making her cum over and over again, sure, but making sure she’s alright in between. i’m sure you’d be so good for me, darling, wouldn’t you?”

you nodded quickly, taesan scoffing. you glared at him. “oh? what’s that look for?!” he scolded, “on the bed, now.”

you sighed, doing as he said as sungho bit his lip, watching as you stripped down to your underwear - as you knew taesan wanted - and climbing on his bed, getting on your knees.

sungho laughed, “what have you done to her?! trained her like a dog!”

taesan scoffed, “as if. she never listens. she’s just showing off since you’re here. isn’t that right, princess? eh?”

you stayed silent, taesan shaking his head at your lack of an answer. he looked to sungho, jeering, “you think you know how to treat her so right? you go ahead. i’ll watch, maybe learn a couple things. or maybe, you’ll learn a couple things from me, hmm?”

sungho chuckled, nodding, “alright. is that okay, y/n, sweetie?” you looked at him, nodding wordlessly. “don’t be shy, darling. use your words whenever you want.”

you smiled, sparing taesan a quick look before staring back into sungho’s eyes. he was stood beside the bed now, fingers gently caressing your jaw as you stared up at him, “of course, sungho.”

the older man smiled, leaning down and kissing your lips gently, “good.” you stared up at him with big eyes, sungho chuckling as he started kissing down your neck, his hand was gripping your waist tightly, pulling you to straddle his lap. you started grinding down - no matter if it was teasing or not, taesan was right, you were horny and had been all day.

sungho chuckled into your neck, pulling away to admire your body, “does that feel good, darling?”

you nodded, whimpering slightly as your hands found purchase on his wide shoulders, continuing to grind down. he smiled, moving his hands to your back and undoing your bra. he let it drop to the floor, hands preoccupied with coming to massage your breasts, groaning in delight as he did so.

“you’re so responsive,” he hummed, as your body moved to his, trying to get as close as humanly possible. you were practically climbing his body, moving your knees and thighs, arms and head trying to mount him, “i know, i know, baby. it’s okay. come on, lie down.”

he placed his hands on your waist, moving you to lay against the bed as he kneeled between your legs, wrapping them around his body. you whined, tugging at his t-shirt as he crawled over you.

he chuckled, sitting up and tugging it off in one motion, “happy?”

you moaned as you nodded, his hand rubbing circles up your thigh, edging closer to your heat. taesan scoffed from the corner of the room, making you glance at him; sungho didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“she’s never been spoiled like this before,” taesan hummed, “i’m gonna have to put her in line again.”

“don’t mind him, baby,” sungho cooed, “come on, use your words, what do you want from me?” you bit your lip, sungho smiling slightly as his fingers lightly brushed over your folds, “you want my fingers? or… my mouth?”

his face was hovering over your cunt now, hot breath hitting the thin barrier of your panties.

“your mouth, sungho! oh fuck please– i need it.”

he smiled, pulling your panties down quickly, “you’re such a good girl. using your words like a big girl. well done, princess.”

taesan tutted, making you send him a glare. your boyfriend scoffed from across the room, “you wanna give me that fucking look, princess?!”

you bit your lip, ready to say something in return when sungho’s mouth closed in around your clit, sucking on the bud before flicking over it with his tongue. you moaned loudly, thighs moving to crush his head, your back arching off the bed.

he didn’t move your thighs as they wrapped around him, surely harming his air supply. his hands were just too busy gripping at the fat of your hips. instead, he just moved his head with the movement of your body, and you were free to move as you felt necessary. suddenly, taesan’s hands were on your thighs, as he knelt on the bed beside you, pinning them to the mattress. you recognised the soft feel of your boyfriend’s hands, but you couldn’t see him, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you moaned and whined.

sungho’s tongue was now working on your hole, two of his fingers moving on your clit. you looked down finally, his long hair framing his face as he looked positively drunk off your pussy. you threw you head back, looking up to taesan in the process. his eyes were trained on sungho’s mouth, a slightly pissed off look on his face. he heard his hyung moaning, his expression morphing into a cocky smile.

“she tastes good, doesn’t she?” he smirked, leaning down and kissing your lips gently, you whimpered at the contact, your hand moving to to thread itself in his dark hair, the other doing the same with sungho’s long locks. “my beautiful girl. best pussy in the world.”

you gasped, maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend as sungho’s mouth and fingers brought you over the edge, “sung– sungho! gonna cum, oh! f– god! fuck…”

his mouth remained on you after you’d cum, your hands tugging on both boys’ hair as you whined in overstimulation.

“alright man, enough,” taesan scolded, pulling his friend away, sungho smirking wildly at the both of you - his lower face covered with your juices.

taesan felt a pang of what, jealousy? no… something else, deep in his stomach as he looked at the sight.

“you’re right,” sungho panted, “she’s delicious.”

taesan swallowed his pride, finally locating the feeling as he grabbed sungho by the back of the head, pulling him – and his lips, towards him. taesan groaned, getting a taste of all of you from his friends’ lips.

sungho pulled away first, having been shocked into silence while taesan continued smirking. he’d always admired the eldest member, you knew, you could see it from glances he sent across the room along with how he spoke about him in private. it was true you also found sungho attractive, but you knew that taesan had been secretly wanting this for as long, if not longer, than you.

“come on darling, since you’ve already been so spoiled and cum yourself, get me off,” taesan panted, standing in front of the bed, his hips practically thrust into your face as you sat up, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down while maintaining eye contact.

taesan’s cock was rock hard, his self-control wearing thin as you licked over his boxers. he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back and leaning down to hiss in your face.

“don’t play any fucking games with me, bitch,” he hissed, some spit landing on your face as he spoke, “you know what you’re meant to do. be good. he won’t always be around to protect you.”

you shivered, whimpering as you nodded quickly, making taesan smile. he let go of your hair, standing back up and allowing you to pull down his boxers, licking a stripe up his bare cock before spitting on the tip, letting it, along with his slick, drip down the length, lubing him up.

“if you want to overwhelm her that badly,” sungho interrupted, taesan rolling his eyes at the sound of his voice, “why don’t we have a go at the same time?”

your boyfriend smirked down at you, as you looked with big, daunted eyes between the two men. “you think you can fuck her the way she deserves?”

“that depends what you term ‘deserves’,” sungho pushed back, “but she’s just cum, pretty hard too, if i say so, so either way she’ll be overstimulated.”

your head was moving back and forth as the men spoke about you like you weren’t even in the room, though neither of them took their eyes off of you.

“well i know you couldn’t fuck her throat like she deserves,” taesan spat, “so go ahead. show me what you got.”

sungho finally looked away from you, head moving to smirk at his friend, “haven’t i already?”

the older man pulled down his pyjama bottoms, hand trailing down your body as he took his position behind you. taesan glared at his friend, but moved in front of your face, his hand holding your jaw lazily.

“take it, princess, you know how,” he said, eyebrows raised as he watched you start to take his cock in your mouth. not having your hands as an option, you quickly took it to the base. taesan’s hands playing with your hair as he watched with a proud smile. he started thrusting his hips gently as you relaxed your throat. “that’s it– fuck, you’re such a slut taking two dicks at once. bet you’ve been dreaming about this.”

sungho bit his lip at taesan’s words, leaning down and kissing along your spine as he murmured comforting words, “i’m gonna put it in now, okay baby? i’ll go slow since i know it’s your first time taking two. you’re doing so well.”

he pushed his cock in your dripping hole slowly, leaving you whining around taesan’s cock as he did so. he wasn’t as long as taesan, you supposed their height represented them there, but he was a little thicker, and he was confident in his movements, moving slowly and surely as he finally bottomed out inside you. he waited for a moment, panting to try and calm himself down, his hands stroking your hips gently.

“so good, darling, so good for me,” sungho breathed, voice shaking with restraint, “i’m gonna move now.”

taesan stopped thrusting for a minute, he may have been mean but he certainly didn’t want to hurt you. he watched your entire body move as sungho began to thrust in and out, his strong arms holding your hips and moving your body with him. there was basically no need for taesan to move anymore, your mouth already being dragged up and down his cock. but he smirked with an idea, eyes flitting to sungho’s worried face.

“good girl,” sungho cooed, leaning down and kissing your spine again.

“so fucking good,” taesan grunted, beginning to move out of sync with his hyung’s thrusts. you were being stuffed full, whichever direction you moved. “ff-fuck. such a slut taking us so well. you love taking two at once don’t you? my dirty fucking girl.”

“that’s right, baby, so good,” sungho cooed.

your arms were beginning to give out as you moved to grip at taesan’s thighs instead, your boyfriend sporting an evil smirk and stroking your hair.

“so desperate for me, aren’t you, princess?” taesan cooed back, staring up at sungho with a daring glint in his eye.

“what, gonna kiss me again?” sungho tested.

“bet you’d fucking love that,” taesan hissed, “fuck you, telling me how to fuck my girlfriend.”

“hmm, cause she hated it so much, hey?”

taesan groaned as you swallowed around his cock, sungho grabbing his face while he was vulnerable and smashing their lips together again. both men groaned into the kiss. your pussy clenched around sungho’s cock as you realised what was happening, the man pulling away to let out a moan, stopping to catch his breath. taesan smirked at his reaction.

“best pussy in the world, right?” he goaded, “and it’s all mine.”

“yeah?” sungho hissed, “you say that but this pussy’s clenching around me so good right now, so tight.”

“awfully objectifying way for you to talk,” taesan panted, a moan punctuating the end of his sentence, “i thought that wasn’t your style.”

“it’s not.”

“spank her.”

“taesan, no,” sungho disagreed, shaking his head in a slight disgust.

“go on,” he prompted, an evil smile on his face, “look how good her ass looks, all on display for you right there. jiggling with every thrust. go on. smack it.”

sungho bit his lip, looking down at your ass and how it moved every time his hips slammed into yours. he raised his hand up, smacking once. he immediately used his large palm to rub the area soothingly. he felt shame washing over him, until he heard your loud moans around taesan’s cock, practically choking just to display your pleasure.

taesan smirked, watching sungho’s hand move to smack your ass one more time before moving down to rub your clit.

you started moaning loudly again, taesan groaning and gasping, cumming down your throat without warning.

“take it, take it,” he grunted, pulling out at the end so the last spurts washed over your lips and chin. he grasped at your hair, pulling your head up so you were looking at him, fucked out eyes and cum dripping onto your neck, “there’s my princess. you enjoy taking two cocks, my girl?”

you whined, as taesan frowned. knowing he expected words you tried to put anything your brain could manage together, your body still being thrust forward with every snap of sungho’s hips, sounds of your wetness and skin slapping echoing through the room, “s–so… fuck. sungho so– ah! p-please… god! oh my god…”

taesan smirked, keeping his grip on your hair so he could see your fucked out face, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as sungho’s pace increased.

“i– i’m gonna cum,” he muttered, voice tight, “fuck, y/n, so good for me. your pussy’s so good– so tight. fuck! such a good girl– are you cumming?”

his hand worked desperately on your clit as you whined loudly. taesan smiled at your reaction, “yeah, she’s cumming.”

“m-me too. let’s cum together, princess,” sungho panted, hips moving faster than his brain as he spilled his load into the condom, a loud groan escaping his lips.

his body flopped against yours as he stopped, both of you panting to catch your breath. taesan let go of your hair, watching as you collapsed onto the bed.

he quickly got up and left the room, sungho furrowing his eyebrows as he watched. he moved to your upper body, massaging your back gently as he cooed, “you did so well, princess. can i get you anything? do you need water?”

“she needs to be cleaned up first,” taesan said, arriving back in the room with a wet cloth and a towel, “she doesn’t like the dirty feeling of it on her body.”

he rolled you onto your back, tapping your face gently. “hey princess,” he murmured, kissing your cheek before starting to wipe the cum off your face with the cloth, then moving down to wetness dripping down your inner thighs, “you with us?”

you hummed in response, your eyes heavy as you opened them, able to feel the soft towel being rubbed over your body.

“hiya,” taesan smiled, leaning over and kissing your lips, helping you sit up before laying the towel down on the bed. he couldn’t be bothered to change the sheets, but didn’t want to leave the wet patches completely, “you okay?”

you nodded, collapsing onto his body as he smiled affectionately, kissing your shoulder.

“here,” sungho whispered, having collected some clean pants and pyjamas, handing them over to taesan. your boyfriend smiled at the suddenly shy man.

“you need to go and pee,” taesan said, tapping your arm, “can you walk?”

“in a minute,” you whined.

“can you walk?” taesan repeated, looking sternly in your eyes as you sat up from his shoulder.

you nodded, taesan nodded back in reply. he handed you your pants and pyjama top so you were at least decent before you stumbled out the room to the bathroom.

“i’m not an asshole, you know,” taesan said to sungho who was getting dressed back into his pyjamas. the boys then left the room, heading to the kitchen for snacks and drinks, “…just horny.”

sungho laughed, gathering his own juice and snacks. he shook his head, “i didn’t think you were. it was all teasing.”

“we always watch a film, afterwards,” taesan said, slightly shy, “you’re welcome to join us, if you want. i know you like films.”

sungho nodded, smiling.

“and, for that, again… if you want,” taesan said, the men heading back to the bedroom, “turns out, maybe… both our ways are good.”

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ace-and-the-rpg-horrors · 7 months ago

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it is not really a shock that this fandom has a bit of a misogyny problem, but i think a specific one is how the boys are often somewhat babied and given all sorts of pity for every single tiny thing they go through, while the girls with similar issues are often ignored entirely. there are many examples of this, but right now, i am going to talk at length about the Tenmas and the Shinonomes in particular, as them being pairs of siblings allows very direct comparison.

firstly, the one that irks me most: Tsukasa Tenma, and how a ridiculous number of his fans will make absolutely everything about him. including Saki's disability. i do think it's right to acknowledge the impact on him as well- but it gets overdramatic really quickly. i'm sorry to be harsh, but Saki did not spend her childhood in and out of hospitals, believing that she was dying, just for half the fandom to completely brush over her trauma and be like "oh... poor, lonely Tsukasa..."

i rather hate this, because not only does it feel quite ableist to skim over the one directly suffering from the condition in order to massively favour someone who happens to feel a bit of the knock-on effect, but it's also used to unreasonably villainise the Tenma parents. people will go on about how "neglected" Tsukasa was... very well, how exactly would you have handled the situation? they did their absolute best. it was a highly unfortunate situation for everyone involved, and it's unfair to deem Mrs and Mr Tenma as "bad parents" simply because they prioritised their dangerously ill daughter over their confident son who always assured them that he'd be alright. yes, they could have made better choices for Tsukasa, such as hiring a babysitter... but i think people tend to forget that Saki's illness flared up very suddenly and randomly. as the good parents the Tenmas are, they very likely couldn't think properly due to their panic for their daughter. it was instinct to drop everything and get her immediate help. and Tsukasa himself understands this, so it's an absolute wonder that the fandom doesn't. he was not ignored. he was phoned, updated on the situation, reassured that his sister was recovering... and praised by his parents for being such a wonderful brother.

also, with the situation of Saki's hospitalisation, i do feel like Tsukasa's own personality is sometimes not taken into account, ironic since it's him that everyone's interested in. because i would, in fact, be more critical of the Tenma parents, had Tsukasa been a more fragile child. if he had been the type who was easily scared, who could not handle being by himself, who would, in fact, have been traumatised from being left alone- i would say that the Tenma parents would have deserved the treatment they get from the fandom. but... that's not Tsukasa. it has been shown that Tsukasa was always a very bright, self-assured boy, positively brimming with confidence. even when little, he was creative and strong- and his parents knew this. they could have some peace of mind during a stressful time, knowing that their son could entertain himself with ease, such as how he was practising some acting just before his mother rang him. all of this is shown within the Dazzling Stage event which is, funnily enough, the very same event that the lovers of Tsukasa angst latch onto.

of course Tsukasa was heavily concerned about Saki. he is an incredibly caring person, why wouldn't he be? and yes, of course he missed her while she was in the hospital. no one is trying to deny that, nor minimise his suffering. the fandom does that to Saki. while acknowledging that Tsukasa was affected is good, in fact, it is very interesting to see the impact of disabilities beyond those directly affected... it's the fact that it is majorly Tsukasa's issues that are focused on that confuses me. it's disproportionate. i do wish we saw just as much sympathy and discussion about Saki herself, in addition to her brother. the psychological impact that her illness and consequential exclusion had on her, as well as the obvious physical aspect. because that is just as interesting, if not potentially more so, and i will be making a future post about it.

moving on from the Tenmas, i'd now like to talk about the Shinonome siblings, in a little less detail, considering i personally have not witnessed the unfairness of their treatment as much as that between the Tenmas. though, make no mistake, it still exists.

now, Ena is a character who i feel has a certain percentage of those who dislike her. and what are the general traits that people point out when asked why they aren't a fan? from what i've seen, it is her anger management issues, past violence, and a general "tsundere" type of personality that earns her this criticism. i'm not saying she does not have any of this. she absolutely does. she is flawed, as good, complex characters should be. though, everything she is despised for... who else regularly displays the exact same traits?

none other than her own brother, Akito. yet the dislike for him, while it is obviously around, does not seem quite as common as hers. a very short and hot temper? check. shows of violence? check. a sometimes harsh way of speaking? check. can sound aggressive and off-putting on occassion? check. Akito and Ena are incredibly similar when it comes to their more negative traits. i suppose it's not a surprise, considering that they were both brought up in the same, questionable environment. though, why does Ena seem to be hated so much more?

most will bring up the very infamous mention of how Ena and Akito's fights would get physical when they were younger. and how this makes Ena an "abuser" because supposedly, as she is the elder one, there was an imbalance in power... but was there really? it is incredibly controversial to say, but i do believe that the violence between them, particularly that which was committed by Ena, is quite exaggerated by fans. and here is where i think that Akito tends to be babied.

Ena was not significantly stronger than Akito. perhaps not ever physically stronger than him at all except when they were literal babies. there is only one year of difference between their ages. in the current day, it is no debate that Akito is one of the strongest characters, regularly going on runs, being able to sprint with Tsukasa on his back, while Ena is quite on the opposite end of the spectrum, preferring the indoors and such. what i am saying is that it is absurd how the fandom makes it seem like Akito was some utterly defenceless little toddler that was getting beaten up by his Big Bad Sister. realistically, he was fully capable of fighting back- and he does. it's hardly as if we see him cower before her. he has absolutely no issue retorting to her in a snarky manner. when people bring up the whole drama of Ena scratching him, they conveniently forget what he says directly afterwards- that he could dodge her attacks. not to mention, sibling fights getting physical and a little violent is incredibly common, take it from me- i am an oldest sister myself. if you call Ena an abuser, you are saying that you want half the older siblings in this world behind bars.

oh, and people will talk until they're blue in the face about how the "nasty" and "crazy" Ena scratched up her brother when they were younger- are we forgetting that Akito punched Toya in the literal main story? that left a massive bruise on his cheek. that isn't talked about nearly as much as some common sibling scrap.

if you can let similar behaviour slide from Akito... how come it is unacceptable from his older sister? who is, arguably, from what has been shown in the story so far... under the greater amount of stress from the tension within their family. it was her that was explicitly discouraged by their father. we haven't seen such conflict between Shinei and his son, have we? that's not to say that Akito's current personality isn't also explained, having grown up in that environment, but why is it that Ena receives so much less sympathy than him when she, understandably, lashes out?

Saki and Ena have both had it rough. in their own, very different, ways. yet, a staggering amount of pity is given, not to them, but to their respective brothers.

and i must, sadly, wonder... if the mere genders of these four characters happened to be swapped and all else remained as it is...

... would the perception of any of them be quite the same?

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fandoms-x-reader · 8 months ago

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Standing You Up

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Summary: The brothers accidentally stand you up / forget about a date that they had with you.

Lucifer let out a frustrated sigh as he rubbed his temples for the tenth time that night. His younger brothers all stood before him, explaining their sides of the story as they all tried to clarify exactly how the House of Lamentation caught on fire.

He had come home from a meeting with Lord Diavolo when the smell of smoke filled his nostrils followed by Asmo’s and Levi’s screams.

Lucifer had rushed inside to see the living room on fire and his brothers in the middle of a very heated argument. Anger filled his senses as he immediately yelled for them to stop, putting out the fire, and demanding an explanation.

But the explanation had taken much longer than expected. Each one of them had their own overdramatic reasons as to why they had participated in the fight, leaving Lucifer more confused and exhausted by the end of it.

While this was all happening at the House of Lamentation, you were standing outside of the Opera House, all dressed up. Lucifer had gotten you tickets to an opera you had been wanting to see for your birthday. You had been sending him messages and calling him, but you got nothing in response. It wasn’t until the opera had already started that you gave up on him showing up.

“None of this would have happened if Y/N had been here to stop it,” Asmo defended. Lucifer’s eyes suddenly widened at the mention of your name. Realization dawned on him as he looked to the clock, wincing at the time.

He immediately scrambled for his D.D.D., his heart stopping when he saw all of the missed messages and calls. His eyes were burning with a fiery rage. He wanted so badly to punish his brothers properly, but there would be time for that later. Right now, he needed to remedy the situation with you.

With a few threatening demands, Lucifer quickly left his brothers and began heading towards the Opera House. He tried to call you, but you didn’t answer.

He looked dejected when he didn’t see you standing in front of it. Not that the two of you could make the opera now anyway.

His eyes lit up though when he saw you walking down the street, not too far away. He immediately rushed to you, catching up with ease. “Y/N!”

His voice froze you in your spot as he was suddenly in front of you. Your eyes were glossy and he hated the idea that he had made you cry. “You’re late.”

“I’m sorry,” he told you, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently to tell you he was being genuine. He took in your appearance. You looked stunning. An idea suddenly popped into his head.

“Allow me to take you to Ristorante Six instead,” Lucifer offered. You were still a bit mad, but you wanted to spend at least some time with him tonight. So, you agreed and a bright smile lit up Lucifer’s face.

He would explain why he was late on the way to the restaurant along with how exactly he was going to punish each one of his brothers for making him miss his date with you.

You anxiously paced in your room as you sent another text to Mammon. You weren’t sure how many you had sent at this point, but it still wasn’t enough. You let out a small sigh, turning your D.D.D. to sleep.

There was a concert tonight in the Devildom that was a “human-world cover band”. You saw a flier for them while you were out with Mammon and noticed their line-up. You knew almost every song they were going to play. You had been so excited to go because it would remind you of home. So, Mammon promised he would take you.

He told you he would be back from RAD a little later than normal, but even then, you would have had plenty of time to make it to the concert. But, minutes turned to hours, and he still wasn’t there. You let out a small sigh as you sat down on your bed, a small tear rolling down your cheek. Even if Mammon answered now, you wouldn’t make it in time.

Mammon had every intention of taking you to that concert. He loved the way your face lit up when you first saw the flier. He didn’t understand why you were so excited until he saw what kind of songs they were singing. After that, he knew that he had to be the one to take you to it.

You would look so cute dancing and singing to all of the songs you knew from your realm. He couldn’t let his brothers see that. No, this would be something special between the two of you.

He was thinking about it all day at school. He even managed to save a little bit of Grimm to buy you something at the concert.

But, then, one of the modeling agencies messaged Mammon, letting him know that there was an urgent job available. One of the models dropped out at the last second, and they were desperate. The problem was that it was only for today after school.

Mammon let out a small sigh, getting ready to tell them that he already had plans; but, then they sent him the amount he would be paid for it. It would be enough to get you even more things at the concert! You would be so happy!

He agreed to go and rushed over to the location. He would be really quick!

He had lost track of time, doing pose after pose and watching the Grimm pile up with each picture that was taken.

The photographer was getting ready for the next part of the shoot when Mammon overheard the news channel that was playing softly on the TV in the background. And tonight’s concert had a record-breaking attendance, making it a night to remember!

Mammon’s eyes flashed to the TV in an instant as he saw clips of the concert he was supposed to take you to. He immediately ran to his phone. It couldn’t be that late already, right?!

He felt like he couldn’t breathe as he saw the time and all the missed messages and calls. He immediately rushed home, forgetting to even collect the Grimm he had already earned. He had never run so fast in his entire life, practically breaking the front door of its hinges as he burst through it, going straight to your room.

He knocked on the door, but when you didn’t come to answer it, he entered. A small frown formed as he saw you laying on your bed, facing away from him. You had already changed back into your pajamas and you refused to even look at him.

“Y/N,” he said softly, taking a few steps closer. When you didn’t reply, he came and sat behind you on the bed. From here, he could see your open eyes, staring at the blank wall in front of you. “I’m sorry.”

You let out a sigh before finally turning to face him. He could see the stains from your tears and his heart immediately broke. “Where were you?”

Mammon opened his mouth a few times to explain, but he had no excuse for standing you up. “I was just tryin’ to earn more Grimm so I could get ya’ some gifts at the concert,” he finally said, unable to look you in the eyes.

“I didn’t need gifts, Mammon. I just wanted to go to the concert and spend some time with you,” you replied. His frown deepened at your words. He really messed up. You placed your hand on his and his eyes finally met yours. You appreciated the gesture and would never make him feel bad for wanting to spoil you, but you were disappointed you missed the concert.

“There’s still plenty of time in the night, ya’ know. We could watch some human-world movies!” Mammon suggested, his eyes lighting up with hope. You gave him a small smile before agreeing.

As the two of you cuddled and watched some of your favorite movies, Mammon secretly promised you that this was only the start of what he was going to do to make things up to you.

You were standing in line, nervously biting your lip as you looked around for Levi. Demons surrounded you but none of them were the one who was supposed to meet you there.

Levi had gotten you completely addicted to one of his anime and they were releasing a new manga that was associated with it today. Even more, the manga artist was in the bookstore signing each copy that was being bought!

You were so excited to not only get the new manga but to meet the manga artist behind it. You had told Levi about it and he seemed just excited. He promised to meet you at the bookstore, but there was no sign of him.

You pulled out your D.D.D. to send him a message asking if he was coming when you noticed that you had missed several text messages from him.

“Y/N! There’s a big raid happening.” “Hop on! We need you!” “Y/N, seriously! This is an emergency!” “WHERE ARE YOU??”

You let out a small sigh as you put away your D.D.D. You now understood Levi had completely forgotten about today. You frowned a bit as you reached the table and paid for two copies of the manga. You didn’t even have the motivation to revel in the awesomeness of the manga artist as he signed the mangas.

With a small thank you, you took the copies and headed back to the House of Lamentation.

As soon as you entered the House, Levi was approaching you. “Y/N! Where were you?! Did you not get my messages??” Levi asked, he had a somewhat angry expression on his face and your eyes trailed to the manga in your hands.

“I got you a copy,” you told him, handing him the manga.

Levi’s expression went from confused to panic as he suddenly understood where you were and what he had done.

“AH, I’m so sorry!” Levi said, suddenly in tears. He can’t believe he did this to his true friend. He thought you had abandoned him in a time of need but he was the one who did the abandoning.

You still had a sad look on your face and it was killing him. “I-I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you!” he added, desperately trying to get you to look happier.

You didn’t reply for a moment until you looked at the manga again. “Will you read it with me?”

Levi’s eyes lit up as he immediately took you to his room so that you could read the manga together in peace.

You sat close to each other as you read the manga, completely invested in the story.

When you were done, Levi demanded you tell him everything about the manga artist. He wanted to know every detail and if he was as awesome in real life as they thought he would be. You admitted that you were a little too upset to really take in the moment.

Levi promises if he comes out with another manga that the two of you will go together and you would be the first in line for a signing. This would never happen again!

Satan was known for being punctual. He was always paying attention to the time and he knew the exact amount of minutes it would take to get to wherever his destination was for the day.

So he wore a proud smirk on his face as he looked at the clock in the House of Lamentation to find that he was running almost a whole 30 minutes early to your date.

The two of you had plans to meet at a cafe in town for a study date. You had been struggling a bit with one of the classes and Satan had offered to help you.

The cafe was the perfect location. It was close enough to the House of Lamentation and it was quiet. His brothers wouldn’t be there to constantly interrupt and distract you from your studies; and, most importantly, it would be a nice intimate setting for the two of you.

Satan began making his way to the cafe. He figured it would be better to be early rather than late. And, he couldn’t wait to see you.

On the way to the cafe, Satan heard a small noise that froze him in place. He would recognize that sound anywhere.

Satan turned his head to see a black and white cat sitting only a few feet from him. The cat was flicking its tail staring straight at Satan and he couldn’t help the way his heart swelled at the sight. They were so adorable!

The cat suddenly took off down the alleyway and Satan had a strong urge to chase after it. He followed it a bit further and stopped when he found himself in the middle of a cat haven. A large smile graced his lips as he sat down on the ground, beginning to pet one of the cats. He was still early so he knew he could afford to spend a little time here with the cats.

He made sure to give each and every single one of them love - letting them know they each individually deserved it.

His eyes widened in surprise as a cat crawled into his lap and curled into a ball, purring softly as it started to fall asleep. Satan would let it sleep - but only for a few minutes. Then, another cat came to him - and another.

Soon he was surrounded by cats. They were so cute when they were curled up sleeping on him and around him. Satan wanted to stay like this forever. He decided to close his eyes and take in the moment. Just for a second.

You placed your phone in your bag as Satan didn’t answer once again. You looked at the time and noticed the cafe was closing in ten minutes. You let out a sigh before deciding you should start packing up your things.

Satan’s eyes snapped open when he felt one of the cats kneading at his leg. “Careful there,” he joked. He felt stiff as he carefully moved the cats off his lap. It was time to go to the cafe. How long had he been sitting there? Surely it was only for a few minutes.

Satan pulled out his D.D.D. to check the time and when he did, he stopped breathing. He was there for four hours! Satan let out a small gasp as he quickly started running to the cafe. Did he - fall asleep? How was that possible? He’s not Belphie.

He arrived at the cafe just as you were putting away the last of your things. He saw you through the window, looking dejected, and he could feel the rage start bubbling up inside of him. But towards who?

Himself. He couldn’t believe he had blown this opportunity. He couldn’t believe he missed out on the chance to spend the night with you.

You walked out of the cafe and froze when you saw Satan standing there. His rage suddenly subsided as he looked into your eyes. He took a few careful steps forward. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to fix this.

You didn’t know what to say either. Until you looked down at his clothes and noticed all of the fur that was on him.

“Satan, did you stand me up…for cats?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Satan opened his mouth to say something as a deep blush coated his cheeks. He looked down in shame as he told you, “I lost track of time.”

You let out a small chuckle and Satan’s eyes immediately snapped up towards you. You should have been angry at him; but, you found his love for the felines absolutely adorable and you could tell he genuinely didn’t mean to stand you up.

“We should get back to the House of Lamentation,” you told him. That was the last thing he wanted. He wanted the night to last for ten more hours so he could get ample time with you. But, Lucifer had strict curfew rules and he knew the both of you would be in trouble if you weren’t back in time, so he agreed.

The two of you started walking back in silence until Satan said, “I’m sorry. This will never happen again. Next time, I’ll make sure I show up early.”

You looked up at Satan and gave him a small smile. You believed him. And, the promise of a next time was enough to satisfy you.

“Do you want to tell me about the cats?”

Asmo let out a frustrated sigh as he once again deleted the video he just recorded. This had to be his hundredth time recording the same thing that day.

There was a current trend on FabSnap and he was trying to recreate it in his own way. He had a very strict posting schedule for all of his followers on FabSnap and he had to get this video out today.

He took in a deep breath, resetting everything. He knew he could make the perfect video, he just needed to focus a little more. Or maybe it was the lighting. He could move locations, but then he would have set up everything all over again and that could take longer than he had. No, he would have to stay there and just try again until he got it right.

“I’m sorry, but this massage is meant for couples and if the other party isn’t here soon, I’m afraid you’ll lose your spot.”

You looked at the demoness behind the counter at the massage parlor and let out a small sigh. Asmo was more than an hour late and they were trying very hard to push you out of there. You knew that she was just trying to do her job so you didn’t maliciously respond. Instead, you just agreed to leave and put your names back on the waitlist.

On the whole way back to the House of Lamentation, you wondered why Asmo hadn’t called or texted you to let you know he wasn’t going to make it. He was usually so adamant about the two of you communicating.

When you reached the House you immediately went to Asmo’s room and knocked softly. You waited for him to answer, but when he didn’t you slowly opened the door, hoping he wasn't indecent - even though he wouldn’t mind either way.

“Finally!” Asmo practically screamed as the door opened. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him sitting on his bed, a satisfied smile resting on his lips as he watched the video he had just made on his D.D.D.

You understood now why he hadn’t shown up at the massage parlor. He tried so hard to keep his followers happy. Still, you couldn’t help but be a bit upset about getting stood up.

You made your way into the room, alerting Asmo of your presence and a large smile graced his face when he looked at you.

“Y/N! Come look at this video! It’s perfect!” Asmo told you as you joined him on his bed. He played the video and you did have to admit it was impressive.

“That’s amazing, Asmo! It must have taken all day to record,” you replied, watching his reactions very carefully.

“It did, but it was worth it! I look amazing in this one!” he replied, completely oblivious as he continued to edit the video.

“Still, it must have been hard work though. I mean, you could probably really use a massage,” you added, and you felt Asmo completely freeze up next to you.

He gasped loudly, dropping his D.D.D. on the bed as his eyes welled up with tears of realization as he slowly turned to look at you.

He suddenly threw his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he apologized profusely, muttering excuses about how he just wanted to make a good video and promising he would make it up to you.

He wouldn’t stop until you hugged him back. “I know how you can make it to me.”

Asmo has a suggestive look on his face that makes you laugh. “With a massage,” you add, and the devilish smirk doesn’t leave his face.

He’ll immediately get up and grab everything he needs to give you a great massage. It starts out innocent, but it’ll probably lead to his original idea.

You sat in the middle of the secluded Devildom park, staring up at the sky above you as instinctively hugged yourself, the cold air starting to get to you.

You were sitting on a large, comfortable blanket while a beautiful picnic basket sat next to you. It was full of all of Beel’s favorite snacks and drinks. Though, you supposed most of the food was freezing by now.

Tonight was supposed to be a romantic picnic date between you and Beel. But he hadn’t shown up; and, he hadn’t even bothered to respond to any of your texts or phone calls.

You were ready to just head back to the House of Lamentation and call it a night. But, you also wanted to stay just a little bit longer and give Beel the benefit of the doubt. Surely, he would show up at some point, right? He hadn’t just completely forgotten about you…right?

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Beel was wearing a happy smile as he sat back in his chair in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen.

He had stopped by on his way to the park for his date with you. He wanted to grab a special dessert for the two to share after you were done eating.

But, when he got there, they just so happened to be running an “all-you-can-eat” special.

Beel felt like he had just won the lottery when he heard those words and it was as if all self-restraint and willpower left his body. He suddenly found himself eating everything the restaurant had, despite their pleas not to. They couldn’t exactly refuse him service though. He was one of the Seven Rulers of the Devildom.

When he was finally done, he took a moment to take in everything he had just eaten. Then, he felt his D.D.D. vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and his eyes widened as he saw all of the missed message notification along with your most recent message.

Hey, I don’t know if you’re getting these, but it’s getting pretty cold. I’m going to head home.

Beel immediately jumped to his feet as he started running towards the park. He struggled to type out a message as he ran as fast he could.

Don’t go! I’ll be right there!

He was sure that if he was human he would have thrown up after eating that much food and then sprinting. Luckily, he was a demon.

When he finally got to the park, he saw you sitting on the picnic blanket, your knees tucked into your chest as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm.

Beel immediately rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. He noticed how cold you were and it only made him feel worse as he pulled you impossibly close, trying to transfer his body heat to you.

You leaned into his touch as he explained the “all-you-can-eat” deal and how he fell for it. He was so apologetic as he clutched onto you. As if you would leave and never come back the second he let go.

You could tell he felt horrible, so you wrapped your arms around him, fully hugging each other now. “It’s okay, Beel, I understand.”

“We can still have the picnic,” he said with hope in his voice but you gently shook your head. “All the food is cold. But, we can try and come back on a different day,” you suggested.

He nodded his head and helped you gather everything. The two of you walked back to the House of Lamentation and he spent the rest of the night holding you, making sure you knew how he felt about you even though he messed up.

Would still eat the food you made, cold or not, when he gets hungry in the middle of the night.

Belphie checked the bag that he packed for the fifth time that night. He was planning on taking you to a popular Devildom mountain. There was a special phenomenon happening tonight. It was called the “Superno Luminaria” and it only happened once a year in the Devildom.

Belphie had heard that the human world had something similar. But, it was called the Northern Lights or Aurora Borealis up there. It wasn’t quite the same. In the human world, the lights were caused by activity from the sun.

In the Devildom, they were caused by…well, no one could say what caused them for sure. Most people say it’s an outburst of magic from the Devildom that is displayed in the sky. It definitely wasn’t the sun though. After all, the Devildom didn’t have one.

When he told you about the Superno Luminaria he was surprised at how excited you were. He thought you’d take an interest, but seeing the way your eyes lit up made his heart swell with joy.

Whether you were more excited to see the lights or go on a date with Belphie is your secret.

He decided that he wanted to do everything in his power to make the night perfect for you. Beel was surprised to see his brother putting in so much effort; but, when he questioned it, Belphie just shrugged it off.

You had to stay a bit late at RAD that night. You had some tasks that you had to finish so Belphie offered to pick you up when you were done. You promised it would be in enough time to make it up the mountain before the lights came. Belphie insisted that it would give you the best view. But, you had lost track of time, and you knew you might be cutting it close now.

When you were done, you called Belphie, but there was no answer. You tried calling again, but still no answer. You tried texting him again, waiting for a response.

Beel was sitting next to Belphie who was completely passed out on the couch. Beel saw as your name and picture lit up the screen of his D.D.D. but the ringing went completely unnoticed by Belphie.

Beel started having a huge debate with himself. He knew better than to wake his twin brother up. Usually, the consequences of waking him up from a good nap highly outweighed the benefits. But, Beel figured he would be a lot more mad if he missed his date with you.

Taking in a deep breath, Beel gently shook Belphie’s shoulders. “Belphie, wake up,” Beel stated. Belphie let out a small groan of resistance and Beel continued. “You’re going to miss your date with Y/N.”

Belphie’s eyes suddenly shot open as he came face to face with Beel. He immediately scrambled for his D.D.D. and looked at the time. He couldn’t believe he fell asleep at such an important time!

I’ll be right there.

He immediately sent the message and rushed out the door with the bag that had a cozy blanket and Beel’s snacks along with a couple other things.

Belphie arrived at RAD soon after and saw you outside in the courtyard. “Y/N! Come on, we’re not going to make it if we don’t leave!”

“Belphie,” you said softly. “It’s already starting,” you added. His face immediately fell into a frown as he looked up at the sky and saw it slowly begin to shift color.

You noticed the bag he was holding and the blanket that was sticking partly out of it. You looked around and noticed a nearby bench that had a perfect view of the sky. Sure, you wouldn’t be nearly as close to the lights, but it’d still be perfect in its own way.

You took Belphie by the hand and led him over to the bench. You took the bag from him and took out the blanket before sitting down next to him.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep - I wanted tonight to be perfect for you,” he told you, the frown still on his lips.

“You make it perfect,” you told him, placing a small kiss on his cheek. Belphie blushed as you spread the blanket across the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you looked at the sky, watching the lights that displayed across it.

Belphie pulled you closer, taking in every second of this moment. Every time the two of you had plans from now on, he would always make sure to set multiple alarms to wake him up.

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