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after-witch · 7 months ago
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On my walk today, I saw the first butterfly I've seen all year, so I followed it around an exceptionally long time, right into the woods near my apartment and I just--
can imagine the smiling man being like
"She's... she's just so dumb, it's too easy."
When trying to trap me in order to use up my soul or whatnot.
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chelseeebe · 12 days ago
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yours, forever
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18+ mdni. smut. mean!exhusband!eddie;) breeding kink if you squint a lil
a/n: i was not expecting to post again so soon but this genuinely couldn’t wait lol. i have another parts to this little piece so lmk if you’d like to see it. someone posted a really really good exhusband!eddie fic like a month ago and ive lost it, but they inspired this entire thing!
^it was this post by @madelynraemunson !!!
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
eddie wasn’t expecting to find you standing on the other side of the door, nor had he expected you to barge right past him and into his kitchen. 
you seemed to show up with zero rhyme or reason, typically wanting something from him. 
that was fine, appreciated even. 
he just wasn’t a fan of you waltzing into his home with the sole purpose of talking about your pig of a husband. 
“david wanted me to ask you if he could take the kids up to washington to see his parents,” you stand awkwardly at the kitchen island, his apartment a shell of the house you once owned together. 
eddie pauses, launching the dish towel onto the counter and laughs, deep and gravely as he swings back around, “no.” 
“why not?” you huff, blinking expectantly at your petulant ex. he’d always been a sucker for your eyes, divorce couldn’t changed that. 
“because i said so,” leaning against the marbled counter, “he asked you to ask me and i said no, that’s it. done.” 
“you’re being stubborn,” crossing your arms over your chest, scolding in the way you talk to him. 
“i don’t care.”
“eddie,” stepping forward. 
“sweetheart,” his tone disapproving as he also steps up, closing the gap between you, “no,” enunciating the word in hopes that you’d actually understand now. 
“don’t be an asshole,” you frown, a couple years ago you’d pout and get your own way but now eddie found great satisfaction in telling you no.  
“i’m not being an asshole, you asked me a question and i answered, dave can go to washington, but you and my kids can’t,” his lip twitching into a dastardly smirk. any minute now you’d crack, really let loose on his ass. 
“oh, so now i can’t go? who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” poking your sharp finger into his chest, a fury behind your eye that almost instantly made him hard. 
“the father of our kids? or have you forgotten about that?” 
“unfortunately not,” rolling your eyes, nonetheless you make no effort to leave, your bag already on the counter, signifying that what he assumed would happen next was definitely going to happen next. 
“you don’t mean that,” sidling closer, trapping your body between the counter and his chest, “because if you did, you wouldn’t let me keep fucking the shit outta you.”
eddie’s rock solid now, this was foreplay for him, getting high off of the way you argued with him, degrading him right to his face. 
“shut up,” rolling your eyes to the back of your head, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt, “you’re so pathetic,” glancing down at his boner now pressing against your cunt. 
“mmhmm,” he wouldn’t fight it, in fact, he’s proud of it, “only for you though,” finding your hips, palming at the doughy flesh. 
your lips twitch and he knows he’s won this fight, planting your lips to his, a firm hand on his chest just to remind him who was really in charge. 
sighing into your mouth as you move against him, his hands running beneath the seam of your skirt, feeling his way up the backs of your thighs to settle on your ass. 
“eds,” you hum, pulling away from his lips, “i’ve gotta go pick the boys up,” making zero effort to stop the inevitable, your chest flush against his.
“well better make it quick this time then,” he growls, walking your body into the countertop, manhandling your body to face you against the hard counter, pressing up against the swell of your ass. his belt clinks as his jeans fall down around his thighs, boxers following behind. 
“this is.. i have to go,” you gasp, rolling your head back to allow his lips room to find your neck, nuzzling right into his favourite spot just tucked underneath your jaw. 
“then why don’t you leave?” his gruff voice vibrates against your chin as his hands slide underneath your shirt, spilling your tits from your bra to get a full handed grope of them. 
your hand rests atop of his, the other gripping to the countertop for dear life. 
you’re not going to leave, that much is obvious. eddie’s also fairly certain that you’ve got at least an hour before you have to go. he’s not stupid, you play the game just as much as he does, pretending to leave just to pounce on him straight after. 
“that’s what i thought,” sarcastic as ever, threatening to score violet splotches behind on your neck, though his lips detach before he’s able to. 
eddie lets his thoughts slip back to the reason you’re even here, letting himself get frustrated by your blind audacity all over again. 
“you must be fucking stupid coming in here, asking me shit like that,” his large, calloused hand pawing at your tits, the other yanking your panties down to hang around your thighs. 
“no i’m not,” arguing back though you’re completely docile, allowing him to bend your torso over the marbled countertop, his hands groping your plush skin. “he’s my..” sigh, “husband now and you need to- fu-uck respect that,” fingers curling around his arm, pinching at the skin when he slides inside with no warning. 
“what was that?” eddie mocks, slamming into your cunt with little remorse, full of years of pent up frustration and a tiny dose of regret. 
once upon a time, this was his everyday. having you absolutely anywhere he wanted, and now it was solely reserved for times you really needed him to agree to something. or perhaps david had done something stupid, as he often did. sending you running back to eddie like a feeble little deer. 
“shut up,” sighing in time with his rough strokes, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes through his barren kitchen, filthy sounds of sex wailed through his apartment far more often than they should. 
before you’d met david, he’d see you once a week while dropping the kids off, maybe he’d get to taste you a couple times a month, if he was lucky. it was only after you remarried that you’d come around unannounced, asking about something that most definitely could’ve been a call. 
eddie doesn’t care, you’re the only woman for him anyway, a couple divorce papers couldn’t change that. 
“you fuckin’ love it,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and fiercely tugging your head back, “y’gotta drive all the way over here just to cum, ain’t that sad?” speaking low right into your ear, his arms keeping a strong hold of your torso as your knees grow weak. 
“you don’t.. you’re- fuck you,” knuckles glowing white with your grip on the counter, other hand desperately nuzzling between your thighs, circling your neglected clit. 
“have to speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” the tip of his cock nudges against your soft spot, eliciting a strangled mewl from your pretty wetted lips. 
“i can make myself cum,” you speak proudly through gritted teeth, voice bouncing around with every slam of his hips, “i don’t need you,” rubbing your clit harsher, as if to prove a point. 
“oh yeah? show me baby.. let me see you cum,” slowing his strokes but keeping his cock firmly enveloped inside, jaw clenching with every squeeze and quiver of your cunt. 
eddie palms your tit, getting as much satisfaction from this as you were. your whimpers alone could make him cum, hell, just a look and he was rock solid in his jeans. 
“oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” gasping into the air, leant back against his shoulder, head turning to hide in the nook of his neck as you teeter over, waves of pleasure shocking your body. 
“shit,” he grunts underneath his breath, feeling you writhe around in his arms, “that was good sweetheart, my turn,” resuming his assault on your cunt, breath stuttering as his hips begin to rock again. 
his hand replaces yours, slipping between your thighs to find your clit, thrusts becoming sloppy and weak as the blood rushes to his head, sending his stomach into a series of somersaults. 
even in your separation, your pleasure came first. an important pocket of information wayne had awkwardly handed him when his voice started cracking and girls no longer had cooties. 
you’re putty in his arms, fully relying on the countertop to keep you upright, thighs quivering with the intensity of your orgasm and the anticipation of the quickly approaching next one. 
“oh.. my.. god,” whining with every thrust, your voice thick with lustrous air, too fucked out to stand or even think straight. 
“i’m gonna, sh-shit cum sweetheart,” pounding recklessly into your trembling pussy, dripping in a mixture of your juices. 
you clench around him, tipping over the edge once more, barely able to hold yourself upright with shaking knees and a harsh grip of his arm. 
eddie isn’t, nor had he ever been one for pulling out, he liked running that risk, the thrill of maybe knocking you up again. 
three kids don’t happen without at least one accident, that’s for sure. 
he doesn’t now, pumping the thick ropes of his release into your cunt, groaning belligerently as he does so. praying to god this was the time it stuck, pregnant with his child once again. 
you fall flat against the counter, heaving for breath with the last of his pathetic strokes, growling into the stuff air. 
he slaps a harsh palm to your ass for good measure, trailing his hand down your trembling thighs, “so you run along home now and tell him exactly what i told you,” fingering the lace of your panties as he hikes them back over your thighs.
“no.”
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evilwizard · 9 months ago
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magnets, electricity, and light? everyone knows im the best. i probably don’t even need those other girls 😘
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for fuck’s sake ella not this again. i literally trapped you in a black hole just last week
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y’all, can we not do this in public? this is getting embarrassing
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rip her wavelengths off bitch
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did you guys hear the Fundamental Four might be breaking up? they are soo messy lol
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LMAOOOOOO YOU SAID IT NOT ME. BUT I SOOOO AGREE😭 DO YOU THINK THEY’LL NEED A NEW MEMBER? OMG WE SHOULD APPLY!!!!!!!!
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girl you are coming at me with a lot of energy rn
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@d-n-acidtrip respond to my dms. unblock me. please please please please please please please please
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you need to stop this man. she chose me
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can’t we share
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⏳ enter-entropy Follow
UCU is the worst. all my classes are taught by weird old men. the cosmic microwave in the dining hall barely heats the food. it fucking sucks here
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Please, watch your language.
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stfu old man im top of my class at Universe City University and i can say what i want
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And I am Albert Einstein, the Dean of Students at UCU.
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im sorry sir
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@secretplanet9 where are you
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i’ll never tell 😉
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omg guys!!!! @mercuryinaflurry @venusflytrap @unmarredmars @jupiterisntstupider @ringleader6 @stoppronouncingitlikethat @listentomyneptunes
we got a response!!! planet 9 we will find you!!!!!! ✨💕
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can you guys not do this right in front of me
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oozedninjas · 5 months ago
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No Hard Feelings~
Warnings: NSFW | Explisit Smut | MDNI | 18+ | Friends with Benefits trope | Breeding kink | Slight Dumbification | Dirty Talking | Use of the word "Daddy" twice. | Daddy kink | Dry-Humping | Slight Bruising | General (animated verses) strongly leaning toward 2007, for that one line lol. | Leo is in his early 30's
A/N: This piece has been my baby for over two weeks now. Hope you like it! Mixed two requests, one for the "daddy" thing and other who asked for fwb trope. Enjoy, my dirty hoes! 💜
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It was supposed to be a one-time thing. But his kiss was a blaze in the dark, igniting something primal within you. You watched him from afar, his muscles stretching as he trained—the soft swing of his two katanas in perfect harmony. Strong hands gripping the hilts as firmly as they had held you.
You looked aside as if running away from the memories of his palms on your hips, holding you still as he fucked his cum back in, growling in your ear how good you could take him. 
“Come for daddy, baby. One more time, I know you can,” his voice hoarse, fighting not to tremble with his high approaching. Fuck, you loved to have him like this, sensitive, dripping, pussy-drunk. 
How could it be just a one-time thing?
A loud clang of metal jolted you from the heated memory. You pressed your legs together to relieve some tension, your breath catching as Leo tipped a water bottle over his head, dousing himself to cool down. His plastron gleamed, immaculate under the water.
He glanced at you, shooting a sidelong smile—confident, self-assured, and irresistibly flirty.
“What?” he teased. “Want some?” He jostled the remnants of the bottle toward you.
You reached him in two swift steps. “Yeah, but what if I want to drink from here?” You ran your palms over his chest, your nails grazing the edges. He gasped, his strong hands gripping your wrists. Desire poured from his gaze as he eyed you.
“We agreed not to cross the line again.”
“Hmm, but how can I keep my word when you look like this,” you muttered, pressing yourself against his crotch, driven by an unashamed need to have him closer.
Leo let out a rough breath. “Careful.”
“Why? afraid you’d catch feelings?” 
He let out a sexy laugh. Leo drew you into his arms, trapping you between himself and the cold wall of the lair’s training room.  “I’m afraid you might,” 
“Try me,” you said, lifting your face toward his, lips barely brushing.
Leo caught your mouth in a searing, intense kiss that stole your breath. He hauled you onto a chest of drawers. Your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him as close as possible. You ground against him, caring little about your pathetic desperation.
Noticing, Leo followed your movement, grating a hot, tingling sensation that spread from your core through your body. You moaned. 
"Feels good?" he smiled, eying you with burning desire. 
Yes. More. Skin against skin. You were dying for it. Yet, all that fell off your mouth were small sighs and moans, as he rubbed over your clit so fucking good even through the fabric the contact weakened you.
Leo captured your gaping mouth, and his tongue found yours shortly, It was a fierce, almost violent melding of lips, each seeking dominance. The intensity of his kiss was intoxicating. Suddenly, he was more essential than air itself. 
You don’t know how, but he managed to peel your pants off just in time to meet the shirt you discarded on the floor. Your underwear met them right after. He panted as the heat of your body pressed against his ever-so-cold one. His hands roamed your back, taking his time to memorize every curve on it. It would be romantic if it weren’t for the frantic way in which he was still humping his hard, dripping cock against your core. 
The smooth and creamy texture mingled with yours made it heavenly. You could feel the coil inside your lower belly tightening along with each muscle in your body. 
“Leo- I’m…”
“I know,” he breathed, pulling your hair to tilt your face towards his, “look at me.”
You tightened the grip of your legs around him, not allowing a single inch of space between your bodies. Gazes locked only for the brief seconds before your orgasm crashed over, and then your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth gaping as you came loud and long. The hot throbs of bliss spread from your sensitive nub through your body to your temples, numbing you in tingling ecstasy. 
“You’re so hot like this,” he panted. 
You hadn’t come down from the afterbliss when he thrust into you, all the way in, in one motion. It knocked the air out of you, but he stretched you so well you couldn't help but curve your little mouth into a drunk-like smile. 
“Shit, I can still feel your cunt throbbing. You’re such a whore for Daddy, aren’t you?”
You panted something, it came out trembly and almost faint. Leo chuckled against your pulse line. What’s the matter, sweetness? Can't talk now? Feels that good?
You embraced him tighter, with both legs and arms, enjoying the deep, brutal pace he picked up. The filthy sound of skin slapping filled the room alongside your moans. Suddenly, you didn’t give two fucks if any of his brothers walked in, not even if Splinter heard you. It was all about Leo allowing you into that special place so close to heaven. 
“Fuck, I can’t stop. You’re so tight, so— warm,” 
Your muscles tensed in anticipation of the high that was coming. 
“Baby, come inside me, I— I want you to fill me—, I want it, I want it, I—” 
He moaned. Strong hands gripped your thighs as he relentlessly abused your cunt, hard and hot until you felt his cum painting your insides. His cock throbbed inside your cunt which each new load, his voice broke a bit as he came. It triggered your release. You fisted his blue bandana, enjoying every drop of him inside you, adoring the way pleasure spread from your core to every corner of your body.
In a few moments, you managed to catch your breath. Leo turned to look at you, his gaze locking with yours. There was a glint in his eyes, subtly altered from before, now more intense. It held a curious blend of astonishment and something else, elusive and difficult to pinpoint.
You could still feel him connected to you when for a fleeting moment, it almost seemed like he might lean in to kiss your nose. Panic surged through you, not because of the action, but because you caught yourself yearning for it.
"What's with that look, huh? Don't tell me you're falling for me..." It came out bluntly, unintentionally tinged with mockery.
Leo halted.
"No," he muttered, forcing a stiff and brazen smile to his lips as he pulled out. He grabbed a towel from the dojo's rack, his movements mechanical and devoid of their usual grace. "Of course not."
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xxknockoutxx · 5 months ago
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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃.
◉ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮��𝐮𝐧𝐚
(Forgive me. It's my first time writing NSFW)
Tw: overstimulation, sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, comfort, mention of positions (vague) and a couple of other things lol.
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨
A huge silent room was filled with the sounds of moans and the repeated smacking of the huge bed smacking the wall. "F-fuck... Baby... You're so cute when you're like this.." Followed by the repeated slamming of his hips into you. By the arch your back was making you would assume that it would just break after one more thrust. The entire bed and its frame shook intensely and the room was filled with a vague sweet smell.
At this point your legs gave out already and you were laying on the bed taking it with nothing but a few whines and an intense grip on the pillow in front of you. "T-toru w-wait. I can't-..." He followed this up with a chuckle. "Don't worry just let me take care of you..."
The speed picks up and all you can do is feel. Blinded by your watery eyes, all you can see is a blurry pillow that's drenched in tears. Your poor cervix being hit every single time and repeatedly getting abused by Satoru's huge cock as it thrusts back in you deeper and deeper until... "Limitless!"
The entire mood and atmosphere of the room goes grey as he immediately gets up and checks on you. "Baby, fuck, I'm so sorry are you okay?" You twitch uncontrollably as you keep your face in the pillow trying to recollect yourself. Satoru grabs some water and snacks before coming back to you quickly and gently putting you in his lap.
"fuck... I'm so sorry..." You sniffle and look up at him. "I-its okay.. I was just a little overstimulated" Satoru had a face disgust with himself before you kissed his neck and jawline before leaving a long kiss on his nice red lips. "'s okay baby I know you just felt good..." He looked up at you and put his self disgust aside and grabbed the snacks/candy and shot you a worried "I'm sorry" look.
"Break?"
𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨
"Fuck..baby, you look so pretty under me" You squirm under him as the thrust of his cock sends shock through your entire body. You were trapped under him with thighs putting infinite secondhand pressure on your chest while your feet hung over his shoulders.
" 'guru, wait- I... mmph!" Your whines were muffled by 2 long fingers entering your mouth. "Suck" Just then you followed his orders with little hesitation. But the more and more he thrust into your abused cunt the more and more your tears and numbness caught up to you.
The build up to your third orgasm was evident and it wasn't graceful. "S-Suguru!" He responded with a grin and even rougher treatment. "Overstimulated?" He said looking down at you. It was less of a concerned face and tone more of a condescending one. You looked up at him feeling like the pressure inside you was going to burst.
"Curse!" In an instant the reality had set in a few seconds late. He pulled out which made a small 'pop' noise. When he saw you gasping for air and clenching your thighs together. His mood shifted and he left to go fetch a towel. After cleaning up he put you to bed and let you rest after stepping out of the room.
When you woke up you noticed the soreness in your legs and chest was mostly gone and the fact that Suguru wasn't there. Confused, you sent a text asking where we went. "Y/N, sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to go that far. I should've stopped sooner, I'm downstairs right now and I got you food it's on the table I just figured you would want to have time to yourself after that" you could hear the guilt in his texts and that made you feel guilty. "No Suguru it's okay, I'd feel better if I were with you :)" "alright, I'm coming 🩶"
𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨
What a predicament to be in. Folded like a pretzel in the lap of your husband after a particularly rough day at work which led to the same treatment reflected in your sex life. Two large hands grip your waist and help you navigate up and down his huge shaft with subtle grunts.
"K-Kento-" "Quiet, All I need is another Hour" "that's the thing I don't think I have another hour in me-" A small pause was followed by a grunt. "Then I'll get my hours worth now" Restricting your hands and holding down your waist he thrusts up into you with intense speed.
It made you want to shatter right then and there. A growing feeling of sickness arises inside your stomach. "K-Kento... Wait... please" A giant hand silences your cries and the reoccurring hits on your cervix pushes you over the edge. Tears stream out of your eyes and your tongue sticks out of your mouth. "Overtime!"
His automatic husband mode completely overpowered his angry, tired, and needy personality. He took you off his lap and laid you down. "Honey, I'm so sorry are you alright?" You roll over to go under the covers with a shiver. "I'm fine kento, I just need some rest, please don't worry." Despite the alarm in his face he agreed. But he might use this as a reason for him to take a break from his sex life.
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
At this point you're questioning if you're even alive or if you will be alive when you're done with this if you'll ever be done with it. Right now, being rammed into repeatedly, you lay there just thinking about your decisions which is even harder to do when you can't even focus on something as simple as speaking and breathing.
"t-toj-..." The feeling of his cock slapping your pussy over and over again, making you drool. "Heh, y'r putting on a show aren't 'cha?" In return all he got was a mumble and some broken moans. It was evident that you weren't in the right state of mind when being fucked dumb on his thick length.
"t-toji, I- I can't... 's too much..." A low groan and snicker came from toji as lifted you higher and fucked into you faster and harder. The pleasure and pain evident on your face as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. Sure it wasn't his favorite position but having you in a full Nelson made him experience an excitement deep within him.
"Damn it, Broke Bitch!" You hiss. "Well that was just mean, doll" he looks at you with a half disappointed and confused face and puts you down. Which you immediately fell on the floor, face first because your legs gave up. "Help me, Brokie" "Nah I don't think I wanna after you called me a broke bitch and clocked out early"
"TOJI on everything I love, you not being one of them, if you don't get me off this dirty fuckin floor..." With a sigh and way too much attitude he obliged. "Fine ya big baby" He picks you up and chucks you on the bed. "Clearly you're washed up" your eyebrows furrowed. As you took sight of his boldness "And clearly your broke ass doesn't understand the fact that I pay the bills in this fucking house and if you don't get your shit together you gonna be sleeping with that fuckin cat"
"yes Ma'am" with a smirk you accept the blanket given to you and snuggle in the big velvety sheets. "Thank you, Brokie Toji"
𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨
Straddling Choso was always one of your favorite things to do and he likes it too. "F-Fuck Cho! 's so good" "fuck.... Right there, Ma..." As you continue to ride him your legs slowly started to feel more numb. As good as it felt you didn't know how much longer you could bring yourself to doing this.
"Cho' I don't know how much longer I can keep this up" "Come on mama, you're doing so well..." Choso grips your hips tightly and continues to guide you on his cock. Giving you some words of support while doing so. Tears well up in your eyes as your body starts to give out leaving you to just silently cry for release.
Your hips crash down on his cock repeatedly as a nice silky white ring forms at his base. "That's it baby, just a little more...shit.." his grip only intensifies as he speeds up and gets slightly more possessive. "Cho' please, let's take a break!" "What...?" Clearly, he took that the wrong way which caused him to be even more possessive.
He wrapped his arms around you and thrusted faster. "Mine..." Choso was more terrified of you leaving more than anything so anything that sounded remotely close to a break up just broke him. "Blood!" The gears in choso's head stopped turning. He didn't even realize what was happening for around 10 seconds before he realized you used your safe word.
"Shit, I'm so sorry! Y/N, please forgive me!" Your mind was still fuzzy but you were still conscious enough to know that Choso was 2 seconds away from freaking out. "Hey, hey it's okay! I meant let's relax and take a break." You wipe your tears and his forming tears and you two just quietly cuddle and enjoy each other's company."
𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
Even though you should be pretty used to overstimulation, this time is particularly worse because it wasn't just overstimulation. this time it was followed by teasing and it wasn't ideal because this time he didn't take it easy.
"c'mon brat, where's that pretty face gone?" Tears stroll down your face and cover your cheeks. Being fucked dumb on Sukuna wasn't knew but when he chose to be in his true form and in front of people, it was quite literally the worse experience ever.
"'Kuna... I can't.. 's too much-" like those pathetic mumbles were to do anything, the only thing happening right now that was different was the fact that he now seemed prouder in a way. Showing you off like a trophy for all of those lower than him to see.
"M-murder!" His eyes widened slightly as he came to a stop. Then they turned into one of boredom. He dismissed everyone before going back to you. "Brat what's the problem?" Trying to catch your breath while crying wasn't easy. It was even harder when he didn't pull out.
"Kuna, can we take a break, please?" You almost stumble over your words while trying to collect yourself. He takes you off his lap and places you on his throne.
"I'll tell Uraume to drop off some towels and clothes for you, when you are ready, come find me". He started to walk away leaving you with his kimono. "You know where to find me."
"thanks, Kuna..."
"...you're welcome Y/N"
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An: OMG ITS DONE. sorry everyone this isn't my normal writing style and I was also battling with myself about making it more graphic, I don't have a problem with that stuff but I have to get over the ick of writing it out. As for the safe words I didn't have them planned so I just spat out some bullshit. Ngl I actually felt a little weird writing it but y'know I ended up doing it so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ good for me I guess lol.
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saturnville · 1 month ago
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pairing: lewis hamilton x black oc (she) summary: she's his stylist. he's her boss. warnings: sexual suggestions an: an oldie, but I'm gonna be honest...I don't remember the inspiration for this lol. tags: @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites @ggaslyp1 @neewrites @cocobutterqwueen
“Can I touch you here?” 
Lewis Hamilton was never immune to the touch of a woman, let alone the woman in front of him. Every time she draped her hands over his shoulders to fix his collar, slid her fingers in the loops of his pants to ensure their security, and dropped to her knees to take inseam measurements, looking up at him with the biggest doe-like eyes he’d ever seen, all his inhibitions were ready to be abandoned. This day was no different. 
She stood behind him, safety pin bobbing between her lips as she asked the question again. Lewis stiffened and nodded, “Yes.” From the mirror, he saw just the crown of her head above his shoulder blade. She was without platform shoes and seemed much shorter than her confidence would allow. 
She circled her arms around his waist, her fingers tugging at the material to determine how much room he had in the waist. Her cheek, warm and soft, was pressed against his back just momentarily, and his body rushed with warmth. He felt his stomach churn when her manicured nails grazed along his skin. He jerked. 
“You alright?” she asked, finally plucking the pin from her mouth. She instructed him to remain still while she pinned each side of his pants. Lewis exhaled audibly as he reassured her once more. But he could tell by the glint behind her eyes that she knew he was unsuccessfully keeping his desires at bay. 
“M’fine,” he replied thickly, swallowing his pride. “Your hands are soft.” The corner of her lips twitched and her eyebrow quipped. 
“Thank you,” she said after some time. She swiped a jacket off a hanger and brought it in her hands. “Can’t be touching on you with rough hands, now can I, Mr. Hamilton?” 
He gulped. She grinned. “You putting a shirt on under this jacket?” He shook his head. She raised her finger twice as a gesture to remove the thick shirt he wore. If she was to get the correct measurements and ensure it fit the way he wanted it to, she had to measure it the way he intended to wear it. “Take it off.” He was a bit taken aback by her boldness, but she was simply doing her job…right? 
His eyes met hers in the mirror. In a swift motion, he peeled his shirt off. It was her time to take in everything Sir Lewis Hamilton had to offer—from the visually appealing tattoos that decorated his canvas to his toned muscles and beautiful brown skin. She inhaled sharply and blinked once. Get it together, girl, she told herself. You’re friends and you work for him, calm down.
“You want a loose fit or something fitted?” She asked a moment later. She failed to meet his eyes but could hear the amusement in his words as he replied, “Fitted.”
She hummed. “Alright. You’re still the same measurements as last time, so let’s see…” She maneuvered behind him once more and held the jacket behind him. Lewis slid his arms in the sleeves and adjusted it to his liking. 
Then, she was in front of him again, pushing and pulling the fabric to get the desired look, but boy, was he holding on for dear life. He didn’t know how much longer he could take it. She was damn near man-handling him with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and her hands against his skin. “I’ll shorten the sleeves, take in a few inches in the middle…”
He was able to keep his composure until she looked into his eyes. He wasn’t the tallest person, but neither was she. Without her heels, her forehead was at his collarbone, and at this angle, her eyes were big and doe-like with hints of restraint floating around. “I can pin it here…” Lewis exhaled deeply. His eyes followed her lips which parted slightly. Then, they fell on her neck, where he saw her pulse jump quickly. He inhaled. He could smell the arousal dripping from her. 
Her grip loosened as his heavy gaze broke her facade. Her hand fell downward, coming in contact with the waistline of his strategically pinned pants, which were tented. She jumped. “I’m sorry.” 
Lewis shook his head. “Don’t be.” 
“Lewis…” she said carefully. There was so much to address but neither knew how. They were attracted to one another, sure. They’d had their flirtatious moments, that was true. But this was something different. She was considering dropping to her knees for this man without a care of any consequence. And what spurred her on was by the look in his eye, he’d let her. 
“I just want to—“
Embarrassingly quickly, she cut him off. “—Please.” 
Lewis ducked his head and brought his mouth to hers. The force of the kiss had her moaning loudly against his lips. Her hands pushed at the jacket she worked hard to measure and pin, clawing it off his shoulders.
Her hands finally touched his skin, and not a subtle brushing that occurred when she was working. She felt him. Every riff and ridge of his skin, the raised ink of mature tattoos. She saw their reflection in the mirror behind them. Her eyes fluttered at the sight.
Lewis brought his hand to her neck, squeezing softly. His other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer than the barrier of their clothes would allow. “I want you,” he said after he pulled away. “Not just sex but…for real.”
She blinked, her fingers trailing over his collarbone, tracing the ink that decorated his body. The air between them was thick with everything they hadn’t said, everything they’d avoided for years. “Lewis,” she began, her voice low, “you have no idea what you’re asking for.”
His grip tightened on her waist. “Then show me.”
Her lips twitched into a dangerous smile. She pushed herself onto her toes, lips grazing his ear as she whispered, “You’re playing with fire, sir.”
His breath caught, but he didn’t pull away. “I want to get burned.”
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zorrasucia · 2 months ago
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can we get your take on the trapped inside the fridge trope? enemies to lovers vibes between reader and carmy? pls and congrats on 300 followers
Hello, Anon! Thank you ☺️💜
And yes definitely! I went for a version where they get trapped a week or so before opening night - I love Carmy with all my heart but he would be absolutely unfuckable that day lol
Send a request for my 300 followers celebration! 🥂
Michelin star chef Carmen Berzatto had already gone through two of the stages of grief after finding out that you two were trapped inside the walk in fridge. He had loudly declared 'this can't be happening' about twenty times, trying the handle over and over: denial. Then, he slammed the door with his fists and palms, cursing at the top of his lungs, screaming his throat raw for no one to hear: anger.
"Fucking manchild," you mumbled under your breath while he screamed through the phone, trying to get "the fridge guy" to get you two out.
You had been training at the kitchen of The Bear for the past couple of weeks, preparing for their opening, and your opinion of Carmy was less than stellar already.
"The fuck were you still doing here anyway?" he barked, like he had suddenly remembered you were there too.
You sighed.
"You asked me to stay, Chef," you emphasized. Was it mature and productive to play the blame game? No. But you were exhausted and cold and tired of Carmy's bullshit. "You asked me to re-label the produce because the tape was torn, not cut."
Carmy looked at the containers right in front of him, his gaze vacant as one tattooed finger traced the edges of torn out tape, one of the last few you had left to replace.
"Right," he exhaled. He seemed to have tired himself out. "What time is it?"
You checked your phone. "Quarter past midnight."
"Fuck."
"Yeah, fuck," you agreed, crossing your arms to stay warm.
Carmy looked at you, his blue eyes fixed on your face as a shiver went down your spine.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just fine. Freezing myself to death is all," you snarked.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then quickly removed his chef whites, and offered them to you.
"I'm fine," you repeated but then a second shiver went through you. "Thanks, Chef," you accepted reluctantly. The fabric was warm from his body, smelling of aftershave and sweat - manly. You wished you didn't enjoy the scent as much as you did.
He put hands in his pockets, keeping warm now that he was only wearing his t-shirt. Your eyes studied the tattoos on his arms and hands trying to guess the meaning or beauty behind them, stubbornly refusing to break the heavy silence between you.
His phone chimed.
"It's, uh, Tony, the fridge guy," Carmy said. "Says he can be here in an hour."
"Plus however long he takes to get us out," you guessed. Carmy nodded. Then, he shivered.
Fuck.
You couldn't believe you were going to suggest this.
"Want a hug?" you offered, looking down.
"Mmm?" Carmy cocked his head, genuinely confused.
"I said, do you want a hug?" you repeated, arms uncrossing. "You're freezing and I'm freezing and we've got at least an hour and a half more of this bullshit."
He stood in silence for a whole minute.
"Alright."
He moved closer to you, hands by his sides, completely still, waiting for you to make the move. There was something endearing about it, you thought as you laced your arms around his wide shoulders, solid muscle under your palms. You were practically the same height, his curls tickled your cheek.
"This okay?" you asked.
"Yes, better," he agreed reluctantly, his voice vibrating through your chest.
You felt like you were holding a statue. Maybe it was a good thing - it would be a little fucked up if the Carmy Berzatto was eager to hold you tight and touch your body. However, a part of you, the part that loved his smell and liked the look of his arms, kind of hoped he would hug you back.
"You can hold me, if you want," you whispered.
He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around your waist, his exhale caressing your neck.
You stood there, in silence, for a while, unnaturally still. You rubbed your thumb over his shoulder for a bit, it made it feel more like a real hug and less awkward.
All of a sudden, Carmy cleared his throat and moved away.
"You okay?" you asked.
He turned his back to you, hands on his hips.
"I, uh, yes, I'm fine," he replied, voice choked up.
"I'm not going to report you to HR or anything, if that's what you're worried about," you mumbled, suddenly feeling very guilty. "Or if I made you uncomfortable-"
He shook his head. "No, no. It's not your-" he stopped himself.
"My f-fault?" you finished, shivering again. The cold seemed to double down now that his body wasn't shielding you and you wanted him back where he was.
"It isn't. It's just been a while," he ended cryptically, glancing over his shoulder towards you, face flushed even with the cold, rearranging his apron to better cover his crotch. And suddenly you understood. You didn't make him uncomfortable, if anything he was too comfortable in your embrace.
"Oh."
"Yeah," he looked up at the ceiling.
"Chef, it's fine," you tried to reassure him. He huffed incredulously. "It is."
Carmy ran his hands through his hair. You followed the lines of muscle you could guess under his t-shirt - it was a distracting sight. You were flushed down to the neck, warmth invading your belly, and it was way past midnight...
"Chef?" he only gave you a tense hum in response. "Can I help?"
"With what?" he replied brusquely. He was angry, again. He was hard for you and angry - why couldn't he just pick one?
"Never fucking mind," you rolled your eyes. "I was going to offer you a quick fuck but if you're going to be insufferable about that too then I guess you can will your boner away and die mad about it," you spat.
Carmy turned towards you with dark eyes.
"You weren't," he denied roughly. "Why would you? You weren't."
"Because I think you're hot and it feels nice being desired," you shrugged.
This wasn't about being in love or some bullshit, you had known each other for two weeks and you were pretty sure he hadn't really noticed you for most of that time. He was horny, you were willing, and you were both cold as fuck.
He took two steps and suddenly he was in your space, forehead almost touching yours.
"Would you still?" he asked simply, his breath tickling your lips.
"Yeah," you exhaled.
"Even with me being insufferable about it?" he insisted.
"Well, then I guess you better make me come," you dared him.
"Okay."
"Okay."
Carmy grabbed you in his arms and kissed you hard, cornering you against the shelves, his body warm and eager against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair, a little greasy from the day, but still soft and addicting to pull on. He groaned into your mouth. His nimble fingers untied his apron and yours, breaking a bruising kiss to throw them on the floor. He didn't attempt to remove any other piece of clothing.
"Not sure you've got your priorities straight," you sassed when he started kissing your neck and touching your breasts over your shirt.
He angled his hips so that you could feel his cock hard against your center. You moaned.
"Don't I?" he teased right back, smiling into your skin.
"Fuck you," you said without bite, panting as he ground his hips against yours. "Shouldn't feel this good," you mumbled hazily.
"Hmm?"
He seemed lost in it, breathing hard into the skin of your neck, the tips of his fingers tracing cold lines on the small of your back, his palms squeezing your ass greedily.
"It shouldn't feel this good to dry hump in a fucking walk-in," you finished your sentence with a breathy laugh.
Behind you, the shelves were shaking with the steady rhythm of Carmy grinding against you.
His blue eyes searched for yours. "I said I'd make you come. And I will," he panted. "But it's been a fucking long while and I need you to be good for me, okay?" His hands held your hips even tighter.
"Yes, Chef," you exhaled, holding on to his shoulders, opening your legs, and letting him use you.
His movements turned desperate, messy thrusts and low grunts as he stared into your eyes and chased his pleasure. He was breathing into your open mouth, drunk on lust, pupils blown.
"Let go. It's okay, let go," you said, one hand caressing his face.
Carmy let out a sharp groan and closed his eyes, holding you tighter as he came down from his high.
"Fuck," he exhaled on the side of your face, spent. You liked that he sounded soft and needy.
"Not so angry now," you teased, fingers carding through his hair.
He laughed and kissed your cheek, your jaw, your neck... His fingers unbuttoned your trousers with ease, and his right hand went inside your underwear unceremoniously.
You hissed at the cold.
"Kind of glad you didn't get me naked, actually," you admitted with a smile.
"Seems like we both enjoyed it just fine," Carmy goaded when his index traced your folds and found you soaking wet.
You couldn't come up with another biting remark, not with his finger inside you and his lips crushing yours. His thumb caressed your clit, doing lazy circles while his index curled inside you.
"Fuck!"
"Good?" he asked.
"More," you pleaded, becoming needy and monosyllabic, arching your back when his middle finger went inside you too.
Carmy swallowed your moans, humming encouragingly as you rode his hand.
"That's it, that's it," he whispered when your pussy started squeezing his fingers.
"Fuck, like that," you whined, rolling your eyes, fluttering around his knuckles, squeezing his shoulders, feeling a wave of pleasure leave you breathless.
You held him tight as you felt the aftershocks, a little confused that he hadn't removed his hand yet but enjoying the feeling of fullness.
His thumb pressed on your clit again, sensitive after your release but still electrified. You let out a low moan.
"I can stop," Carmy offered just as his fingers arched inside you again, making you roll your eyes and shake in his embrace.
"Don't stop," you begged.
It was quicker this time. He had you figured out and ready, pliant under his touch, one leg hoisted over his hip as you unraveled for him.
"Yes, like that," he mumbled as your hips started moving with a will of their own, your pussy tight around his fingers, everything turning white and hot for a moment. He kissed you through it - messy and open mouthed, enjoying your undoing almost as much as you did.
There was a couple of minutes of beautiful silence between you, just your heavy breathing interrupting it.
He kissed the side of your face as he took his hand out of your underwear, wet to the palm. He cleaned it thoroughly with one of the dish towels he kept at the sides of his apron. You blushed at the sight.
"I can wash that for you," you offered.
"No, need," he said, tucking it inside his pocket. His blue eyes took you in completely. "Thank you, Chef."
You nodded, biting your lip.
The fridge guy arrived shortly after that. You two spent the small hours of the morning sat on the floor, not talking, not arguing. Carmy's hand shielded your face from the bright sparks of metal cutting metal.
Things would go back to normal. He would be insufferable in the morning, no doubt, screaming and demanding, losing his mind over torn out tape. But you could enjoy this, having him soft and tired, his arm around your shoulders, knowing well what his fingers felt like three knuckles deep inside you. 
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moralesmilesanhour · 1 year ago
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My second time writing a request foe someone rlly nervous lol
Can you do a
reader x earth 42 miles
Where reader wants to buy things for themselves but miles keeps buying stuff for them like anything we look at or love next thing Yk he’s buying it?
I rlly hope you can understand this bc im not sure if it made sense 💀
-sincerely sorry miller
Oh don't be nervous I understand perfectly fine!! (Under the cut as usual)
"See you, Carol!" You wiped the sweat forming around your hairline as you untied your apron with haste. You had taken extra shifts at the diner this week for extra spending money, and it had you counting down the days until Friday.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, the bell jingled as you pushed open the glass door with a grunt.
Right next door to the run-down diner was a small clothing shop, one of the few that managed to stay open. You had made it a habit to check the window for the mannequin that had your jeans on: A flaired, denim number that was optimal for weekend block parties.
"Come Friday, you're mine, baby." You say to yourself with a hand on the plexiglass display.
"I thought I was already yours," a familiar voice nearly made you jump out of your skin.
Miles' footsteps could almost never be heard, you swore he was a ninja in his spare time.
"Don't fuckin scare me like that!" You whined, smacking his shoulder as an amused grin spread across his lips.
He ignored your outburst and pointed towards the mannequin. "You want that?"
You gave him a warning look. "I'm gonna go shopping this weekend. When I get paid."
"You didn't answer the question."
"No comment," you said, spinning on your heel to walk away with Miles' gentle laughter following behind you.
When you don't stop, he jogs after you and traps you in a bear hug.
"Fuck off, Miles!" You laughed, fake struggling to escape.
"Alright, tell me what I did."
"Nothing!"
He let you go and opted to walk next to you, his long legs making it easy to keep up with you.
"Okay look, whatever you're mad at me for, I got a surprise waiting for you," Miles poked his head in front of you as you both walked, twin braids dangling over his shoulder. "Come over?"
You sighed, "Fine."
He gently took your hand and started tugging you along, presumably in the direction of his mom's apartment. "Thank you."
-
Miles' brow furrowed as he fumbled with his keys a bit before quietly unlocking the door. He turned to you and placed his index finger over his lips, and you nodded in understanding.
The familiar smell of yellow rice and scented candles engulfed the both of you when you entered the empty apartment. Rio was at work, and Uncle Aaron was likely napping in the living room, as it was only the late afternoon.
"So, where's the surprise?" You whispered.
"My room. Been up there for about a week."
You rushed up the stairs as quietly as your feet could carry you to catch up to your boyfriend, who was already halfway there and glancing down at you with an impish grin. You roll your eyes playfully. Typical.
"Lemme take that," Miles stuck his hand out for your work bag as he removed his sneakers.
Deeply inhaling the cool air of his room, you let him take it off your shoulders. You were sure that thing was starting to leave a mark from carrying it on the same side every day.
Miles sat on his bed for a moment to rummage through his black knapsack, and produced a small, pink plastic bag no bigger than the hand that held it. This confirmed one of your suspicions, and you gave him a tired smile as he stood to place it gently in your palm. He was a funny sight, hands clasped together in anticipation like a parent at Christmas.
Inside the bag was a little white box, which held a small necklace cushioned in the middle. You recognized the teardrop pendant from the mall. You had practically dragged Miles along, looking bored and scrolling through his phone the entire time. Or so you thought.
Now, he looked about ready to run a marathon from here to Manhattan as you removed the delicate necklace, the silver chain catching the little light that Miles allowed into his room in shiny strips.
"Thank you baby, I love it," you bit your bottom lip, "It's just that-"
"I could put it on you?"
You sighed, and held out the necklace. "Of course."
He damn near snatched the piece of jewelry from you to unclasp it, rushing to get behind you.
"Miles, if you break it-"
"I won't, relax!"
The cool metal settled on your skin as he gently draped it around your neck, and fastened the clasp.
"How does it look?"
Miles moved your braids back and planted a kiss on your cheek. "Pretty."
"I know you know more words than that, sir," you teased, "try again."
"Alright, breathtaking. Stunning. Effervescent."
"Now you're trying too hard."
"I'm about to take this necklace back," he muttered, earning a short outburst of laughter from you.
When the laughter subsided, you turned to face him. He let your braids slide across his hands before they fell back at your shoulders.
"Miles, I need you to do something for me."
Worry settled over the boy's soft features. "Such as...?"
"Don't buy me them jeans," you said, arms crossed but still smiling.
His brows shot up. "Why, you don't like 'em anymore?"
"I do," you draped your arms around his neck, "which is why I've been saving up to get them myself."
You watched Miles' eyes dart back and forth in thought before settling back on you. He was silent, imploring you to explain further.
"If I wanted everything gifted to me, I wouldn't have gotten a job."
Miles nods, and something seems to slot into place for him.
"So no more surprise gifts?" He says, pouting exaggeratedly.
"For at least another two weeks."
Miles winced, taking a nervous glance at his knapsack, "Damn."
Following his line of sight, you noticed the white plastic bag poking out from it.
Your jaw drops, and you give him another good smack on the shoulder.
"You bought it, didn't you?"
He smiles tightly. "Hypo...thetically?"
"Miles!"
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A/N: idk why the hell that took me so long to write but it was fun! Happy reading!
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phefics · 1 year ago
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An idea: poly!ghostface- the boys are out about to go after a victim when they find they’re missing something/something broken (the phone isn’t working or their voice changer doesn’t have batteries whatever you want is totally cool!)
They realize- afab!reader the needy little whore did it on purpose so they’d have to come home to her and give her attention like they don’t give her attention 99% of the time.
Which of course they do and they are very very grumpy angy bois. All like “oh you missed us you wanted our attention you know you’d get it when we came home but you had to ruin our game and now we gotta take our energy and anger out somehow”
Followed by some smutty degradation, spanking/punishment, good ole fashion filth lol
Side note i think you have one of the easiest to understand request rules idk some people just make them complicated but yours is great!
needy little whore
ship: billy loomis x fem!reader x stu macher summary: exactly what the ask above says!! :) warnings: degradtion, spanking, a bit of knifeplay, rough/unprotected sex, face-fucking word count: 1.3k
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You knew that you were asking for trouble, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
It wasn’t that Billy and Stu weren’t giving you enough attention. In fact, to the average person, they would be considered abnormally clingy. It didn’t bother you, though, because you were the same way.
You would have survived one night without them, but you were feeling mischievous that night. You wanted to piss them off so that they’d take it out on you, because angry sex with Billy and Stu was a whole new level of adrenaline.
So, you stole the batteries out of their voice changer, and then hid all the other batteries in the house. You weren’t stupid: You knew the reason they wouldn’t be hanging at Stu’s tonight, and you didn’t mind that as much as you minded their attention being elsewhere.
Since Stu’s family was rarely home, you would often hang out there even when Stu wasn’t around. He didn’t care, and had even given you a spare key.
You watched the two boys head out the door, black backpacks surely stuffed with everything they’d need to carry out a brutal crime.
You popped in a VHS of Nightmare on Elm Street, then made yourself comfortable on the couch, wearing the most revealing pajamas you had. You had seen the way the boys looked at you before they left, and smirked to yourself.
You only made it about twenty minutes into the movie before you heard a car pull into the driveway outside. Anticipation built inside you, but you stayed put, looking innocent as ever as Billy and Stu burst through the front door, both looking absolutely pissed.
“What did you do?” Billy demanded.
You looked up at him with your sweetest expression. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play stupid, Y/N,” Stu said. “You’re fuckin’ lucky we tested the thing first.”
“You trying to get us caught?” Billy asked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up from the couch. “You know we can’t fuck you if we’re in jail, right? Is that what you want?”
You shook your head. “No, of course not—”
“Ruining our game just cause you wanna get fucked, huh?” Stu said, closing in behind you. You were trapped between them now, Billy still holding your wrist as Stu pressed himself against your ass; he was already hard, and you bit back a moan at the realization.
“I just—”
“Couldn’t wait til we got home?” Billy smirked, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You would have gotten what you wanted later, but the needy whole just couldn’t wait.”
Stu gripped your hips from behind, breathing against your ear. “Well, we gotta get our energy out somehow. But now it’s all gonna be focused on you, baby. We’re gonna fuckin’ destroy you.”
You whimpered as they manhandled you back onto the couch, the film still playing in the background.
“Look at these slutty clothes,” Billy practically purred. “Barely covering anything…”
Stu pulled a knife from the bag he’d been carrying, the blade glinting in the light. “Bet you won’t mind if we take ‘em off,” he said, using the sharp blade to cut the strap of your top, then doing the same to the other side.
You opened your mouth to protest, but Billy stroked your hair and whispered, “We’ll buy you somethin’ even prettier, m’kay?”
Before you could offer a response, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, and you sucked on them reflexively, making him chuckle.
“Such a fucking slut,” he said.
Stu pulled the remnants of your tattered clothes off, leaving you naked as Billy pulled his hand back, admiring the strings of spit on his fingers before licking it off. He and Stu were completely fucking depraved, and it turned you on more than you could handle.
You were quickly pushed onto all fours on the couch, and you could barely contain your excitement at the idea of them fucking you. But that was wishful thinking. Instead, a hand came down on your ass with a hard slap! making you yelp.
You turned your head to see that it was Stu who had hit you, and you pouted at him.
“Oh, don’t give me that pathetic face,” he said. “You thought we were just gonna give you what you wanted after that? Not a chance, baby. We gotta punish you first.”
He laughed as you whined in response, clearly enjoying your frustration.
They took turns spanking you, slapping your ass without mercy.
“Count them,” Billy had ordered.
Each number left your mouth between pained groans and squeaks, stuttering over nine and eleven and thirteen, but when they hit twenty, they stopped, apparently satisfied with your teary face and marked-up ass.
“Think we should give the whore what she wants?” Stu asked.
Billy hummed, considering it. “I doubt she learned her lesson, but I wanna fuck her too bad to care right now.”
“Agreed,” Stu said, and you stayed on your knees as the two of them stripped out of their clothes hurriedly, bickering about who was going to take what place.
“You always get to fuck her, let me—”
“Her mouth is just as good—”
“Do I get a say in this?” you asked.
“No,” the boys replied, grinning at their synchronized speech.
You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched them play a rigorous game of rock-paper-scissors for who got to fuck you, and your laugh only grew when Stu won, and Billy flipped him off.
Some nights they would take turns, but after the spanking that they’d given you, they were gracious enough to not push your limits too far.
You were already wet, but Stu took some time playing with your pussy, fingers fumbling through your folds to rub at your clit, and you bucked your hips uselessly, moaning at his touch.
Billy walked to the other end of the couch, grabbing you by your hair and smirking down at you. “You gonna let me fuck your throat, slut?” he asked.
You nodded, opening your mouth for him without needing to be asked. He chuckled at your obedience, and wasted no time in pushing his cock between your lips.
As he did so, Stu was lining himself up with your entrance, his grip impossibly tight on your hips and he entered you, slow at first, before immediately picking up the pace, snapping his hips rhythmically. Every time he thrust forward, it made Billy’s dick go further into your mouth, and the sounds of their moaning filled your ears as they used you like the needy whore you were.
Your eyes teared as you focused on breathing through your nose amidst the pleasure of Stu’s cock inside you. Before you met them, you could never cum from penetration, but both Billy and Stu had a way of fucking you so good, rough just like you wanted, that it had become more common for you to orgasm from it.
“So fuckin’ hot,” Billy murmured, almost to himself. “Perfect fuckin’ mouth.”
“Such a slut,” Stu added. “Taking us both at once. Gettin’ off on it, too.”
You whined at their words, floating from the mixture of praise and degradation.
Stu came first, and Billy followed shortly after, and the three of you collapsed onto the couch together, sweaty and tired.
Stu leaned over to you and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You had a suspicion it was partly so that he could taste Billy’s cum, but you kissed him back anyway.
“Get a room,” Billy joked, making Stu giggle.
Nightmare on Elm Street was almost over, and you were sticky and exhausted.
“You wanna get cleaned up, baby?” Stu asked.
You nodded, and before you could say anything, he was carefully leading you to the bathroom, his arms supporting the majority of your weight.
Billy went upstairs to grab you some clothes to borrow—a pair of his pajama pants, and one of Stu’s t-shirts. It was all too big on you, but it was comfortable and smelt like them.
You fell asleep to the sound of Billy and Stu planning another night to carry out the plan that you’d ruined. Maybe next time you’d take the burner phones off their chargers.
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lilacmingi · 2 months ago
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HYENA (DISNEY VILLAINS AU)
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Pairing: Hyena hybrid!Wooyoung x fem reader
Word count: 4,025
Note: I had to make Wooyo the hyenas because of his high-pitched, squeaky laugh lol
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Your feet wobbled slightly as you stepped over chunky rocks. Clacking sounds followed after as some were knocked loose by your steps. You took a trip out to the desert to do some exploring, wanting to try something new and different for once, as well as check out a place you had never been to.
You had rented a Land Rover to get around in and were told to stay on a path which was marked by stakes in the ground. You were a fairly good navigator and the instructions were simple, so you weren't worried about getting lost. Plus, it's not like you were gonna go exploring places far off from the path.
The desert was exactly what you expected it to be—deserted. Which, in all honesty, was perfectly fine with you. The last thing you wanted was to run into some animal. You were really only out there to look at the scenery and take photos.
You made it to a slightly higher elevation where you spotted a cave somewhere in the distance, your interest immediately piqued. The main thing that interested you was where this cave was situated. The cavern was located near the ground, seeming almost like a burrow, but with cavelike characteristics; a large rock above the opening and messily clustered along the top and around the entrance of the cavern. Your curiosity got the best of you as you traipsed down the rocky hillside and onto the dusty dirt ground. You moved over to the opening of the cave and peered inside curiously. The opening was large enough for a person to walk in, which was odd.
You stepped inside, nearly slipping on the dirt as the ground sloped downward.
"Incredible." You murmured as you gazed around at the large amount of space inside.
A faint noise caught your attention, pulling your focus away from the well-constructed burrow. You furrowed your brows, unconsciously moving ahead.
The sound of cackling could be heard from somewhere within the cave. As it got louder, it sounded almost hyena-like. The ominous sound sent a shiver down your spine.
Thinking you walked right into some animal's home, you began moving back towards the entrance, keeping your eyes on the endless abyss where the laughter emitted from.
"Well, well, well, look what walked into my cave."
The voice startled you.
Was there a person living in the cave?
"Wh-Who's there?" You stuttered out, taking another step backwards.
A silhouette appeared in the shadows, slowly moving closer. The first thing you saw were bright, yellow irises, staring at you like a piece of meat. The sight was unsettling but it's not what really disturbed you—what really disturbed you were the ears on top of his head and the sharp canines in his mouth. The hybrid grinned wickedly at you as he slinked closer, his claws dragging along the cave wall making a eerie scraping sound that made you feel sick to your stomach.
"I didn't mean to trespass. I didn't know anyone lived here." You apologized, backing away.
"Do you see open caves and go inside as you please?" The man... animal, asked.
"I didn't think anyone lived here." You said, taking a few steps back.
"Why are you trying to run away?"
You couldn't think of an answer.
"Don't worry. I don't bite... hard." His voice was silken, but threatening, as there was an ominous undertone to his words.
You stumbled back into a corner, trying to get away, only to have the hybrid trap you between his arms. His head tilted to the side, his gold irises scanning you before he brought his face close to yours.
"How lucky am I?" He grinned, showing off a pair of sharp canines. "A delicious meal walking right into my cave."
"W-what?" You stuttered, your eyes unable to look away from the hyena's sharp fangs protruding from both his top and bottom rows of teeth.
He ignored you, leaning down to your neck, inhaling deeply, a short, guttural and animalistic growl rumbling in his throat.
"You smell delectable. I could just eat you up."
Your eyes instinctively screwed shut. If you were about to meet your demise, you didn't want the last thing you saw to be razor sharp teeth. His hot breath fanned against your neck as he moved even closer. You trembled, preparing to feel his long fangs dig into your flesh.
"But I won't." He added. "That would be such a waste. After all, a pretty girl like you deserves to be saved."
Your eyes flew open in both shock and fear. Shock, because your life was going to be spared. Fear, because you weren't sure what he was going to do with you.
He brought one of his clawed hands to your chin, holding it between his fingers as he tilted your face up.
Out of pure instinct, you pushed him as hard as you could away from you. To your shock, he stumbled back, hitting the dirt wall on the opposite side of the cavern, staggering slightly. You didn't think you pushed him that hard, but based on the way his jacket was flung off one shoulder by the impact, you'd say you shoved him a lot harder than you assumed.
That's when you noticed his thin figure. Even though he was clad in leather and fur, you could still see how slender he was. He regained his footing and adjusted his jacket, dusting his vest off as he glared at you, his eyes almost glowing with rage. Despite that, all you could think about was his slender figure. Though he was a hybrid, he was still part human. A real person.
"You seem a little underweight." You commented aloud.
He ran his hands through his black and blonde hair out of annoyance. "It's not exactly easy to find food out here, you know." He grumbled, his jaw clenched. "In case you haven't noticed, this place is deserted."
An idea suddenly popped into your head. One that would possibly save your life.
"What if I made you a deal?"
"A deal?" He scoffed. "What could you possibly offer me?"
"Food."
"I'm not interested in granola bars and trail mix, okay?"
"No, I mean a real meal."
"In exchange for what?"
"You letting me go."
"Elaborate."
"Come back to town with me and I'll treat you to a nice meal. Anything you want."
"Let me get this straight. You want me to go into town around people?"
"We'll be eating in my hotel room. It's safer that way."
He stared at you for a few moments, visibly considering his options. Then, he nodded. "Alright. Deal."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Why not?" He shrugged.
"Great! Follow me." Your tone was unusually peppy, and rightfully so. You quite literally just bargained your way out of being held captive.
The hybrid followed you to the Land Rover you rented, keeping a close eye on you. Though you seemed friendly, he didn't completely trust you yet. If you show any sign of untrustworthiness even once, he would rip you to shreds... maybe. He was so confused. His instincts told him that you were food and he was in desperate need of sustenance, however, his heart squeezed a little at the thought of hurting you.
"Come on." You beckoned after getting inside the car.
He shook away his thoughts and climbed inside, situating himself in the passenger seat as you started the engine, hearing it roar to life.
"I see these things going up and down this path all the time. I've always wondered what it would be like to ride in one." The hyena commented aloud.
He tried holding back his excitement, but you could see it in his eyes.
"Well, now you get to find out." You smiled, driving down the dirt road. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Wooyoung."
"I'm Y/n."
"Y/n." He repeated. "Can this thing go any faster?"
"It sure can." You punched the gas, causing the vehicle to jerk forward before zooming down the path.
The engine thrummed loudly in response to the sudden speed change. The road was straight, allowing you the freedom to do such thrilling things.
You took a moment to glance over at Wooyoung, noticing how he leaned forward in his seat, his hands gripping onto the dashboard. To your surprise, a joyful laugh left him. Smiling to yourself, you turned your attention back to the road.
Wooyoung watched as rocks and trees whizzed by, the warm wind blowing through his hair. It was so liberating and nothing like he'd ever experienced.
Unadulterated joy began bubbling up inside the hybrid and before he could stop it, laughter began spilling out of him. High pitched, hyena-like cackles escaped him without any warning, a bright smile on his face.
The sight was almost heartwarming. A "feral" hybrid like him laughing and having fun was unheard of. You had to remind yourself that the man beside you could was still part hyena and could attack at any given moment.
You returned back to your hotel, leading Wooyoung inside. You got some odd stares from passersby on the street as well as hotel staff, but you paid no mind to it—or tried to, at least. You knew seeing a feral hybrid out in civilization was probably startling to some people.
Once you were back in your hotel room and away from prying eyes, you felt like you could relax a little.
"Alright." You started, grabbing the room service menu. "Here. Pick whatever you want."
He took the menu, glancing down at it. Your eyes lingered on his long claws as he browsed the dishes.
It wasn't long until he chose what he wanted. You chose something for yourself and placed the order.
"It'll be about 20 minutes. You can get a shower while you wait. If you want to."
"Are you saying I smell?"
"No! Not at all." You shook your head. "I just assumed since—"
"Don't try to domesticate me." He snapped, cutting you off.
You backed off, muttering an apology.
The 20 minute wait felt like an eternity. Wooyoung stood in the corner of the hotel room while you sat on the bed. The atmosphere in the room was tense and had you feeling on edge. Relief flooded you when there was a knock on the room's door followed by, "Room service!"
"Oh, good. The food's here." You stood up from the bed, answering the door.
When you brought the food into the room, Wooyoung straightened up, his eyes widening slightly in interest. He sniffed the air a few times before moving closer.
"Come on. You can sit down." You gestured to the desk, placing his food down.
You took a seat on the end of your bed, watching the hybrid. He stared at the utensils for a moment before grabbing the fork, stabbing the thick piece of steak with it. You started to interject and tell him that he could use his knife, but decided against it, allowing him to eat as he pleased.
He began gnawing on the steak, his sharp canines piercing the meat. You could tell he hadn't eaten in quite some time. After a few moments, you looked away and started eating your own food.
"I've never had anything like this before." He commented, mouth full of steak. "It's so good."
"Yes, it is." You nodded. "I'm glad you like it."
Once the two of you finished eating, you took notice of how late it had gotten. You were supposed to take Wooyoung back to his den after you fed him.
"It's almost dark. I don't think I can get you back in time." You told the hybrid.
"But you are taking me back, right?"
"Yes, of course. We'll just have to wait until tomorrow. You'll have to stay the night here."
"You want me to sleep in a bed?"
"Well, yes." You responded.
"Whatever." He muttered.
You tried to look past his snappy behavior and went to get the pullout couch ready. The room you rented was a normal hotel room with a bathroom, one bed, a pullout sofa, an office desk, TV, microwave, and mini fridge. Nothing special, but equipped with all the necessities.
"Here you go." You gestured.
Wooyoung took a seat, testing out the little mattress before lying down, not bothering to get under the sheets. You left the room to change into your pajamas and prepare for bed. When you returned, Wooyoung was still lying in the same spot, his golden-colored irises watching your every move. His eyes followed you as you walked across the small room over to your bed, slipping under the covers.
"I'm not gonna do anything." You told him.
"I don't know that."
You let out a sigh. "Goodnight, Wooyoung."
You clicked off the bedside lamp and laid down, pulling the covers up over you.
It took you a while to get to sleep, as you were a bit nervous sharing a room with a hyena hybrid. Part of you trusted him, thinking that he was just a lonely person, but the other half of you had to remind yourself that he was a feral and would attack you if necessary.
You rolled over in bed, the sun seeping in through the hotel room curtains. You stretched your limbs, turning to check on Wooyoung, not expecting the sight that met your eyes.
The hybrid was lying on his stomach and his face was squished against the pillow, small snores leaving him as he snoozed away. His ear twitched in his sleep, causing you to let out a quiet chuckle. He looked so peaceful and docile. You wanted so badly to squish his cheeks and give him a gentle kiss on the nose, but fought the urge to do so.
Just then, Wooyoung's eyes snapped open, staring directly at you.
"Good morning." You greeted him.
He quickly pushed himself up, seeming a bit frantic. Once he realized everything was fine, he relaxed.
"Well." You started, sitting upright. "I'm gonna get ready. It won't take long."
Wooyoung's eyes followed you as you went to your suitcase, grabbing a fresh change of clothes and going into the bathroom.
His heart felt heavy at the thought of being sent back home. Though he was still on edge around you, something in his chest tightened at the thought of separating from you.
The rental Land Rover came to a stop on the dirt road near the hyena's burrow. You put the car in park and turned to Wooyoung.
"Here we are." You announced.
As much as you didn't want him to leave, you knew he most likely wanted to go back to his den. And you wanted to kept your word. You only promised him a meal, nothing more.
You turned to Wooyoung who stayed in the passenger seat for a moment, staring out in the distance where his den was.
"Thanks for keeping your end of the deal." He told you.
"You're welcome."
He reluctantly got out of the car, walking towards his cave.
You weren't sure what to say. See you around? That would be stupid. You were going home in a couple days. You wouldn't see him.
"Well, goodbye." You finally spoke, putting the vehicle in drive.
"Wait." Wooyoung called out.
You paused, moving the gear shift into park.
"Yes?"
"I feel like I owe you." He told you.
"What? No. You promised to let me go and I promised to give you a nice meal. We're even."
"I still feel like I owe you. There's some nice places the tourists never show. Would you like to see them?"
The offer was nice and he seemed pretty set on making things up to you, so you agreed.
"Hop in." You gestured to the passenger seat.
Wooyoung took his place back in the seat and you took off, letting him lead the way.
The first place he showed you took a while to get to, but once you arrived, it was well worth your time. It was a vast stretch of land dotted with trees. A small herd of zebras stood around a small reservoir having a drink of water. You gasped in awe, pulling your camera out to snap a few photos.
"I haven't seen any animals around since I showed up here. I mainly came here for the scenery, but this is really nice."
"You have to go a little further to get to the good spots." Wooyoung told you.
"This is awesome." You marveled, stepping closer, taking more photos.
You stayed for a while until Wooyoung directed you to the next location. Each place he showed you was stunning. You were able to see all sorts of animals and get fairly close to some. It took a bit of driving to get to these places and sometimes you would have to get out of the car and walk, but you didn't mind. It was all well worth it.
The two of you sat on a large rock, watching a group of elephants walk across the long stretch of land.
"How do you know about all these places?" You asked.
"I get bored and tend to wander around."
"It must be lonely out here."
"Sometimes." He responded, his eyes staring out in the distance.
You were saddened by his response. You can't imagine what it's like to be out in the desert alone. You wanted to ask more, but he looked a little uncomfortable, so you changed the subject.
"Can I touch your claws?" You asked.
It's something you had been wanting to do. You had never encountered a hybrid with claws before so, naturally, you were intrigued.
He seemed amused by that question, letting out a chuckle. "Sure."
You took his hand, staring at his long, sharp nails. Your fingertips gently touched the end of his claws, feeling the sharp points of them.
Wooyoung watched you as you examined his hand, looking intently at his nails. The feeling of your fingertips running over his fingers and hand had him feeling extremely flustered.
He cleared his throat, pulling his hand away, unable to endure it any more.
"Come over here." He gestured, hopping off the rock he was perched on.
You followed behind as the both of you waded through the knee-high grass. He came to a stop at a hillside that overlooked a large part of the desert.
"Wow." You gaped. "This view is stunning."
"It is." Wooyoung smiled, softly.
You moved to stand under a tree, the shade giving you some relief from the heat of the sun's harsh rays. The warm breeze blew through your hair, helping to cool you off a bit.
You snapped a few photos of the scenery, wanting to remember it exactly as it is. You stayed and admired the view for quite some time before before heading back the way you came.
The two of you trekked through the grass, making on your way back to the vehicle. Just as you saw the Land Rover come into view, a low growl emitted from somewhere behind you. You spun around, a gasp leaving you at the horrifying sight; a dark, maroon-toned lion with a dark mane and a nasty scar over his eye slinked through the grass, his amber irises locked on you. A shiver ran down your spine as you took a step back.
Wooyoung's top lip curled back in a snarl as he pulled you behind him, keeping one arm protectively in front of you, shielding you from the predator prowling just mere feet away. The lion didn't seem to want to back down. Wooyoung bravely stepped closer, his claws ready to pierce into the animal as soon as it decided to attack.
You watched over Wooyoung's shoulder as the lion growled, taking a step forward. The hyena hybrid in front of you let out a menacing and threatening growl that rumbled in the back of his throat, warning the animal that if he got closer, it wouldn't be good.
The lion seemed to back off after that. For good measure, Wooyoung moved closer to the beast letting out an animalistic snarl as he bared his fangs. The lion gave an angry roar before turning away, leaving the two of you alone.
Your shoulders sagged in relief as Wooyoung turned towards you.
"Are you alright?" He asked, cupping your cheeks between his hands.
"Just a little shaken up, but I'll be fine." You assured him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure." You reassured him. "The sun is about to go down. I should get you back to your cave and head back to the hotel."
"But you're gonna miss the best part."
"What do you mean?"
"The stars."
"The stars?" You repeated.
"Yeah. I know a really good spot for stargazing. We'll have a great view."
The sun set and you found yourself sitting on the hood of your rental car which was parked off the trail and out in the middle of a grassy area. A myriad of stars hung in the sky above, standing out against the dark blanket that cloaked the atmosphere. Every once in a while, one of the stars would twinkle slightly, flickering for just a moment.
"Thanks for not eating me." You spoke up, cutting through the comfortable silence.
Wooyoung let out a short chuckle. "You're welcome, but I wouldn't have done it, anyway."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Why not? Did you think I'd taste bad?" You joked.
"No. It's not that." He shook his head. "I just couldn't do it. You looked too innocent."
You weren't sure if you should be flattered or insulted. Either way, your life was spared, and for that you were thankful.
"Well, that's reassuring. I think." You chuckled.
"Sorry. That came out wrong." He let out a sigh, frustrated about something that you weren't aware of.
"Are you alright?"
"No." He groaned. "My mind is a mess right now."
"Why don't you just tell me what's on your mind, then? It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense. Just talk it out." You told him.
"Alright. For starters, I had a really good time. These past two days have been amazing and honestly, I don't really wanna go back to my regular life. The thought of it kinda scares me."
Your brows raised slightly in surprise. You kept your composure, but on the inside you were freaking out. This whole time you'd been worried about leaving him to return to his normal life and come to find out, he didn't want to go back. You two were on the same page.
"I shouldn't be feeling this way. I shouldn't be attached to you. I shouldn't want to leave my den. I'm a feral hybrid—a wild animal. I'm not supposed to be feeling these things, but I do." He confessed.
"Wooyoung, would you like to come home with me?" You asked.
He seemed caught off guard by your offer.
"You can come live with me. I have an extra room. It'll be different from the life you're used to, but the offer is there if you want it."
"Yes." He answered immediately. "I do."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely. After experiencing life away from the desert, I realize that's the life I want. Plus, everything is so much better, especially the food. The bed was nice too."
"That was just a pullout. Wait until you sleep in a real bed."
Wooyoung's eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement after hearing that.
"Come on." You beckoned. "Let's head back to the hotel. I'll let you sleep in the big bed tonight." You slid off the hood of the car, Wooyoung following behind.
"Can we share the bed?" He asked, timidly as he got into the passenger seat.
"Only if you shower."
"Do I smell?" He questioned with a pout.
"No, but you've been living out in the wild and I think you should clean up before crawling into a clean bed."
"That's fair." He shrugged.
"Then it's settled." You gave a nod of finality before driving back the way you came.
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tencrushesperday · 6 months ago
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dont know if you take request or what not but i would die for a 7 minutes in heaven with mrempes. whole size kink and all just being trapped in a closet with him during a house party visibly knowing all the girls want him but he chooses you.
warnings : suggestive language (i guess?)
i think im better at writing angst and sad stuff (got a lot of experience to take inspo from lol)
“You”, Matt said pointed in your direction. You hated playing this game until he had picked you. He stood up from his armchair, the girl that was perched on the arm rest almost falling down but he paid her no mind. His eyes were set on you and it set your body on fire.
You grabbed the hand he was extending you to help lift yourself up from your spot on the couch and followed him to the closet. Who knew playing 7 minutes in heaven as adults would be this fun.
You had been a regular at the Lake House since your teenage years. Your parents owned a house down the street so when the Hughes boys would throw a party during the summer or go out on the lake you would attend and bring some new girls that were in town for the summer each year. You had also met their college friends and teammates throughout the years.
However this was the first year that Matt Rempe had come. You heard that Ethan Edwards, a friend of Luke’s had brought him along. You had made a mental note the first time you saw the guy to thank Edwards because boy was he something. Tall, big, a pile of muscle that could throw you around like a rag doll. Overall, your type.
He opened the door and let you into the closet first. A gentleman too. You gave him a smirk and went in. He followed and tried closing the door behind him but he was too big. He was mumbling apologies as he tried to close it again but failing.
You grab his shirt and pressed him to your body. The door closed now.
You had to crank your neck all the way up to look at him. Was that blush on his cheeks? It seemed he had looked at you with determination earlier but maybe you have misinterpreted his gaze.
“We can just talk if you want to.” he was avoiding your gaze.
“Oh don’t go all shy on me now big boy.” you said with a chuckle. His eyes drifted to you finally. His gaze was intense. You felt so small under it. And naked. Not like you were very dressed with just your bikini top and jean shorts.
Even those felt like too much when he was looking at you that way, towering over you.
His left hand slowly traveled from the uncomfortable position on the shelf behind you to your cheek. So he just needed encouragement. How sweet. “Are you always this cocky?” Amusement laced his voice which made your lip tug upward in turn.
“I’m worse usually”
His other hand moved to your hip, his touch burning hotter than the summer sun. His fingers spread on your back and he pulled you closer to him. “Is this okay?” his voice so low, you felt it in your core. You hummed in response. “Lost your voice already baby?”
To show him you were still in control, your other arm, that wasn’t grabbing his shirt, reached up to his neck and dragged him down. Your lips hovered over his, teasing. He wanted to take it slow? Why not make it as painful as possible.
He exhaled heavily then closed the distance between you two. The kiss was heated and heavy and his tongue slipped into your mouth right away.
Might as well make the best of the 7 minutes.
Your hand reached under his shirt, his toned abs feeling hard as rock. You were holding onto his waistband and eager to get to more exploring. His own hand traveled lower from your back then he nudged your thigh to jump.
Leaving your explorations for later, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. The very few times you pulled apart was to get into a better position in the small space.
The 7 minutes were coming to an end and you remembered where you were when you heard footsteps outside the door. You slid down from Matt’s grip. When your feet touched the ground, your legs were slightly wobbly from the state he had felt you in. Your head was spinning and you just knew you needed more of him.
“We are not done.” he whispered in your ear when the door opened. Your voice was failing you so you nodded.
You went back to your seat on the couch and were stealing glances to Matt until the end of the game. Once this game was done, you knew you were going to follow him into the nearest available room.
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slut4thebroken · 1 year ago
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Trapped
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Pairing | Robert Capa x reader
Summary | You ask Capa for his help, then get stuck in a a room barely big enough for the two of you. After only a few minutes of forced proximity, he snaps.
Warnings | NON CON sexual content, 18+, smut, dubcon but technically noncon tbh, forced proximity, vaginal sex, painful sex, forced breeding, crying, idk what else lol.
Words | 1k+
Notes | Don’t ask for specifics on the beginning… I kept it vague for a reason💀 Also I lowkey can’t tell if this is cringy cause I wrote and published it in one day which I never do so I’ll probably come back to it😭 but anyway I hope y’all enjoy
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“Yeah I know, but everyone else is busy.”
“I’m busy.” He retorted. 
“With what exactly?” You waited and he huffed, rolling his eyes, making you smirk. “It’ll be quick.”
“Fine.” You led him through the long hallways before finally stopping outside of a door. You used your key to open it, then stepped inside, and he waited impatiently for what you wanted to show him. 
“I just need you to double check this for me. Better safe than sorry, you know?” He mumbled out an agreement, then stepped closer, trying to see. When he still couldn’t quite make it out, he stepped forward even more and your stomach dropped as the light quickly left the room, followed by the door clicking shut. 
“Fuck! Capa— this door locks!” You all but yelled, panic filling your chest. 
“What?” 
“We’re trapped, you fucking idiot,”
“Hey, this is not my fault. You could’ve told me.” You could hear the handle violently jiggling as he tried to open it, despite what you just said. With the door now closed, you couldn’t even turn around to face him because of how small the space was. “Who else did you ask to help you before me?” 
“Not enough people for them to realize we're missing anytime soon.” He cursed under his breath and you let out a heavy sigh. There wasn’t a light in this ‘room’ so he couldn’t even look at what you originally came down here for, which just made all of this worse. 
You shifted your weight, trying not to think about how long you might have to stand here without being able to move. Even though you were praying someone would come, you knew deep down that it would take a couple hours at least. You heard him try the handle again before letting out a heavy breath. You were silent, trying to think of something to say or if you should even say anything at all. When his breathing picked up, you paused, listening for a few more seconds just to be sure. 
“I hope you’re not claustrophobic.” You said, mostly teasingly. 
“That’s not the problem right now.” He muttered, making your brows furrow in confusion. He cursed under his breath and you waited for him to elaborate on what the problem was. Instead, his hands just barely brushed your hips, making you stiffen. When he grabbed them lightly, your breath caught in your throat. 
“What are you doing?” You couldn’t hide the slight quaver in your voice. He ignored you and started rubbing up and down your sides. “Stop it.” You warned, trying to bat his hands away, but barely being able to in the small space. You suddenly felt his breath on your shoulder and he dragged his nose up your neck, inhaling deeply. 
“Capa?” You whispered, stomach knotting with fear. He let out a low groan and suddenly gripped your hips, hard enough to make you wince, to keep you from moving. 
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. Before you could ask what that meant, he was shoving your pants and underwear down, making you yelp and try to pull them back up. His were next, pushing the clothing down just enough to free his cock. 
“Wait,” You tried thrashing, but he pushed you forward against the wall and grabbed your hips again to limit your movement. “Capa, stop!” You felt his cock brush your hole and you stiffened. He moved one hand to line up his cock and the other to cover your mouth. 
He applied some pressure, but wasn’t able to push in, so he used more force until he finally breached your hole. You let out a hoarse scream behind his hand, feeling your eyes burn with tears. That was nothing compared to the burning between your legs though. 
“Fuck— I’m sorry. I just need this…” He said through a breath, only staying still for a moment before starting a brutal pace, making your tears fall. He rutted into you and the hand not on your mouth wrapped around your stomach, holding you still. You clawed at both of his hands and arms, trying to get him to release you. Instead, he just groaned at the pain and fucked you harder. 
“I know… I’m sorry.” He said, as if that could make up for anything. You sobbed violently behind his hand and that only seemed to encourage him, making him fuck you even rougher. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He whispered, hot breath fanning your ear. “You feel so fucking good… god— it’s been so long.” 
He humped into you desperately, chasing his own pleasure and ignoring your muffled cries. Even though your body was starting to adjust to make this easier, it still hurt like hell and you already knew you weren’t going to be able to sit comfortably for at least a day or two. He groaned and cursed against your ear as he tightened his grip, fucking you more frenzied now. 
“Oh fuck— I’m already close… I have to fill you.” He said lowly. You let out the loudest scream so far. “I know, I’m sorry, I just need it so fucking bad. I need to come in a tight, hot pussy, I can’t take it anymore.” He whined, holding you tighter. You let out a stifled sob and shook your head.  
“I’m sorry,” He moaned, thrusts becoming more forceful and desperate, “I can’t stop— I can’t pull out, I’m so sorry.” You tried to scream protests at him from behind his hand but nothing you said was coherent. 
He moaned out one last apology before his hips snapped forward, burying his cock deep enough to make your cervix ache. He humped into you as he rode it out, groaning against your ear and squeezing your body tight enough to almost hurt. You felt his cock twitching as warmth filled you, making you let out a strangled whimper. The hand on your mouth dropped so that his arm wrapped around your chest instead, still holding you against his body as you cried silently. 
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, one last time. 
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oozedninjas · 8 months ago
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2012 boys having their first time? They don't usually let out much "turtely" noises so...
poor boys, it feels so good they can't stop churring 🥺
This is the first time I see the word "churring" I hope to be writing it right? I looked it up but Google said it's some sort of squeaky sound? God, I hope I did it right, tell me if it's wrong and I'll change it lol
Warnings: NSFW / MDNI / 18+ / turtle noises / first time together but not V card loss bc I wanted this to be short pls don't kill me T.T / 2012 / guys are mid to late 20's / breeding kink / oral sex
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Leo tries to suppress the sound. Gritting his teeth, controlling his breathing, but holy shit. It's so tight inside you, soft and hot. You're taking him in so well that his mind spirals to the place of only instincts. Yet, he manages to hold them back. It's the first time you've been together, you're not used to it. You'll judge him, think it's weird. He can't let-
"Fuck, yes! Right there, you're so good," your voice trembles, breath staggered.
The sound of your voice, or maybe the way your legs laced around him, forcing his thrust, sent him over the edge. Every strangled sound mingled with his ragged breaths. He didn't care anymore, or so he thought, until your praise washed over him.
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Raph started tenderly. "Tell me if it hurts," he said. "I'll stop." And he did. He followed your pace and until now he had done nothing but make you come so hard your toes curled. Yet, the skin on your neck and shoulder throbbed from his constant biting.
"Wait, no more… please. That hurts," you managed. Voice weak and quivering.
Raph groaned against your neck, jaw clenching. He sucked on your flesh every time he felt the stupid churring building in the back of his throat, he never meant to hurt you.
"Sorry, babe- I'll go easier on you," he said as his breath mixed with that pitiful sound.
"What was that?"
Damn. You surely thought it was weird, disgusting, misfitting. He could make you come again, maybe then-
"I want to hear it again," you pleaded, clenching around his cock in your attempt to pull him closer. "Raph please, it was so hot,"
He downright moaned at that. Fuck, anything for you.
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The rhythmic pounding of his hips against yours intensified, the sound echoing in your core. A stolen glance downward sent a jolt through you. His erection pistoned into you, the heat of his body searing against your skin.
Donatello seized your mouth, his kiss a whirlwind of heat and urgency. A strangled groan escaped his lips as he chased his peak. He could feel the churring creeping at the back of his throat like a threat to ruin everything.
"I want to feel you coming inside me," you gasped, lips brushing his. "come for me baby, with me-"
Your orgasm burned through you as you felt his cum spread within. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering closed as he held you close, his touch a damp heat against your skin. A tremor vibrated through him, a low rumble threatening to erupt. Then, the telltale churring sound, weak and smooth, filled the air.
"What's that?" you panted, snuggling him.
"I'll explain later," he mumbled, voice husky with exhaustion as the soft sound spilled through, filling the air.
"Hmm, it's calming. I love it," you said, kissing his cheeks. "Can you keep making it?"
Fuck yes, he can. For as long as you desire.
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Mikey kept his pace steady as he circled his tongue, thick and hot, over your clit. Rough palms bracketed your hips down, trapping you close. A delicious heat bloomed in your core.
"Wait, I don't- I don't want to come yet," you breathed, trying to move off and failing just as he pushed his tongue inside you. You gasped.
Mikey moaned, drinking you out. His cock throbbed, aching, dying to be engulfed in your hot, wet hole. Fuck, the anticipation of your pussy clenching on him had Mikey on the verge of coming. But that could be for another day, one where you were so addicted to the way he makes you come that you wouldn't care for silly churring sounds.
"Babe, I want you to feel good too," you managed to mutter, barely.
Shit, he loved the drunk-like sound of your voice. "No, this is fine. Let me show you the stars,"
You ground over his face, allowing. Mikey thrust his hips up, attempting to relieve some tension. His dick twitched, needy. A choked sob, laced with a desperate raspy churr, erupted from his throat.
You gripped the side of his head in return, clenching your cunt around his tongue like you liked it. That thought unleashed every little sound he was repressing. Your moaning grew louder as you came long and hard over his mouth.
"That sound you made," you began, evening your breath, "I want to hear it right in my ear when you fuck me."
Fuck, marry him, would you?
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lukolabrainrot · 2 months ago
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I have a few thoughts on the Spain trip and the timing of Luke’s post the day after A posted the story.
I want to focus on the slide with the two people on the beach. I do not believe that this picture is of two random people on the beach. He could have easily panned the camera to the left or right or even cropped these people out of the picture. I think he was deliberate in leaving those people in the picture because he is laying crumbs for the fans. I think the picture is of him and NC. If you look at her picture with a fan after she returned from Malta, her face is tanned looking like she was on a sunny vacation. I know Malta is sunny but she was there for work and I heard most of that work was in a studio. She did go on a boat tour with JD (rumored) but they were in a covered area of the boat. Is there a possibility that she joined L in Spain for a few days after she completed filming MFT? I also believe the trip was recent and I do not put too much thought into his hair length because they may be changing the style for S4 and it does not need to be as long.
The other theory I have is regarding A’s post on her insta story the day before to make it look she was with him. I think there was some manipulation on the picture to make it look she was there hence the flashing to distract. She may have known about this promotional deal with the hotel from earlier but she was not there. What if L with the aid of N set a trap for her and she fell for it by telling her when he was going to post? He let her have her moment to try to deceive the fandom and then he came in with his post debunking that she was there. Most of his postings seem NC or Bton coded and was set up to make it appear he was there by himself. I believe he was there by himself at some parts but a certain blonde may have joined him for a part of the stay. She guided him on what pictures he should take including that white t-shirt which to me is reminder of the Shameless t-shirt she was wearing.
In closing I think L is learning how to play this SM game from L and I believe they are strategizing on getting him through this rough patch. We probably will not see a confirmation of their relationship until later this year. We possibly could get a hard launch at the Wicked premiere in November which puts some distance between them the chaotic summer.
One more thing regarding L’s like on A’s post and him still following her. I do not believe they are still together and him liking her pictures is probably some sort of deal they have which allows him to gradually distance from her without additional chaos. She has demonstrated that she is as cunning as a fox and is messy. I have noticed a pattern on likes from members of his family on the last 3 post to her grid. The last upload his mother liked the photos but then it was unliked after a few days. His aunt and his friend Carla have also liked the bobble head pose post but then they unliked it. I believe L probably brought them up to speed. She is also vigorously looking for modeling and dance gigs based on who she follows and unfollows.
Looking forward to your thoughts.
Hi Anon, I'm intrigued by your theories. I'll respond with a bullet point to each paragraph:
I don't think the couple is of him and N personally. The woman seems wayyyy too tall to be N 😅 Lukey Newts is great at a lot of things, SM and pics are not one of them LOL I think it's just a random couple tbh. N did have a little bit of a sunburn in Malta, so idk if the fan pics really prove she was in Spain with him.
HOWEVER, I flip flop between if either A or N were actually on this trip with him, but I will say this. 1) L was quick to clear up the rumors that were circulating about his post in his stories (which is new behavior for him). He said look, N and I are good. Also, look at all this stuff for one person. NO, A WAS NOT WITH ME. I think whatever SM agreement he and A have includes him letting her know when he is going to post something on his grid or stories. So I think he knew she was going to do her normal SM games, and he wanted to be the one to have the last word. 2) The pics of him in his post-- HE IS LOOKING GOOD. So I do think someone took some of those photos of him (and we know who takes great photos of him 😉). This (and the fact that he just looked glowy and happy) is the only thing that makes me think maybeeeee N did join him for a little bit on the trip. But I do agree that it seems like his post and stories had a lot of nods to N and/or Bridgerton Season 3, and I think he was getting pointers from N regardless if she was there or not. Hmmm, I wonder why that might be? 🤔😂
"I think L is learning how to play this SM game from N and I believe they are strategizing on getting him through this rough patch." I 100% agree with this! I think IF L/N are currently together, we are going to get a confirmation before the Wicked premiere. Mainly because of the fact that the paps are so far up their butts, and the wilding that is happening in some parts of the fandom. I think they would rather control the narrative and squash the wild speculation atp. HOWEVER, who knows?? I really don't have a great prediction on WHEN they will go public. I personally think it will be sooner than later, but I think it's kind of just a wait and see game atp.
I agree with everything in the last paragraph. No notes!
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weirdkpopgirl · 8 months ago
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Embrace | Haechan Imagine #8
Title: Embrace
Genre: Fluff, slight angst
Warnings: vague mentions of reader struggling with insomnia
Word Count: 616
Author's Note: This story was inspired by my bad habit of not going to sleep, even when I'm tired lol. It's not like I do it on purpose, but my mind just cries out for a distraction sometimes. I don't know how to explain it. Anyway if any of you can relate to this, I hope this story can give you some comfort ^ ^
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In the quiet space of your apartment, you were sprawled out on the couch as your thumb absentmindedly scrolled through the world of social media. Every so often, your eyes subconsciously flickered to the time on the left corner of the screen, reminding you that one a.m. was now closely bordering two.
The back of your mind was screaming at you to go to sleep, thinking of all the things you were supposed to do the following day. Yet, the apprehension of not being able to fall asleep made you hesitate. The fear wasn’t large, but enough to keep you trapped in the scrolling abyss, a dance between fatigue and distraction.
Eventually, you heard the soft echoes of your boyfriend’s slippers padding against the wooden floor, drawing him closer to where you were stationed. Rubbing his eyes, he approached you with a slight frown on his lips. 
“Baby, it’s late. Why are you still up?” Haechan murmured with a touch of concern in his voice. 
Although he was accustomed to being awake in the odd hours due to his work, seeing you deviate from a regular sleep schedule puzzled him.
You glanced up at him with weary eyes. “Just can’t seem to quiet my mind,” you muttered with a small shrug.
Haechan sighed as he witnessed you fight back a yawn. He moved to sit beside you for a moment and gently removed your phone from your hands and set it down on the coffee table.
“Come on, let’s go to bed,” he said, taking your hand in his. “Maybe I can help you relax.”
Reluctantly, you gave in and allowed him to guide you to the bedroom. The subtle glow of the lamp on your nightstand casted a gentle ambiance in the room. Once you were tucked under the soft comforter, Haechan settled down beside you.
“Close your eyes, baby,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you in a comfortable position. 
His lips brushed against your temple, sending a tingling shock down your spine. The warmth of his touch prompted you to snuggle closer, your head finding the perfect spot on his chest. The echoes of his steady heartbeat were calming and the warmth of his embrace gradually melted away any troublesome thoughts that lingered within you.
You let out a heavy exhale before mumbling, “You really have a way of making everything feel okay.”
Haechan chuckled and brushed back a lock of hair behind your ear. The corners of his lips curled into a small smirk.
“Of course, you just happen to have the most caring, loving, and devastatingly handsome boyfriend,” he said, flashing you a teasing smile.
You knew he was only joking. But as his words sank in through your mind, you recognized the truth in them. The longer you were with Haechan, the more you realized that you didn’t know what you’d do without him in your life.
Instinctively, your hand drifted to cradle his face, lightly tracing over the moles adorning his cheek. Gazing into his eyes, a sense of vulnerability washed over you.
“You’re right. I do,” you quietly admitted.
Caught off guard by your serious response, Haechan’s heart ached at your simple words. This overwhelming surge of deep love and affection he had for you hit him all at once. Without holding back, he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. You stayed like this for a while, before breaking away with a smile. The two of you eventually succumbed to sleep, peacefully nestled in each other’s embrace.
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judasgot-it · 4 months ago
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i’m new here in the bsd fandom and your s/o telling Tetchō that she likes someone and starts describing him make me falling in love goopd, I can’t get enough of your writing. So, this is my first request ^^ I was imagine, the first night they sleep together, like, there's a storm outside so s/o can't go back to her house and then tecchou offers her to stay at his house and he will sleep on the couch but she refuses because they're not strangers, right? So when the lights go out, she is very affectionate and he stays like this 🕴🏼then she apologizes in case it made him feel uncomfortable but he wasn't uncomfortable, just surprised
sorry if was a lot
I wrote this over a week while I've been on vacation, sorry that I took like. A year to write this lol
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Scenario: sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriend for the first time (yes im doing the same trope three times in a row babyyy)
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The storm tonight had been brutal.
When the weather app had said "severe chance of rain in your area" You were expecting the usual - a bad downpour, but nothing that would cause you too much grief.
It was usually a disappointment, honestly. You loved the rain, but you found that since you moved here, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was a light drizzle in comparison to what you had seen before.
Until now. This rain was ridiculous.
You thought Tecchou was exaggerating - you didn't even pack an umbrella, because you were sure you could just run to the nearest bus stop like before. It was never really that serious.
No. No, you were so wrong.
You had denied almost every offer Tecchou had made to take you home - to drive you in his truck, to walk you to the bus stop, and even to have you sleepover.
This was just rain. You could handle yourself easily. But the moment you had opened the door, you felt like a stupid street cat, taking half a step and feeling your shirt stick your skin with the downpour.
Tecchou had pulled you back in by your arm, and you didn't even argue with him. His eyes told you everything - pleading with you to just follow him back inside.
It was impossible to not follow him when he gave you such a look with his big honey eyes.
Maybe you were stupid for rejecting his offer in the first place. He was just being a good boyfriend, and you were being too stubborn to accept it.
"Please stay?" His voice was soft, and the way his calloused hands held onto your cold skin made you step closer to him.
Tecchou was so kind it made you want to throw up.
"I don't really know how to repay you."
Tecchou waved his hand, ignoring the comment.
"It's okay. You're always welcome here."
He was already pulling out his own clothes from his closet, handing them to you as if they were yours. They smelt like him - like a flowery cologne, one you could never remember the name of. It might have been a gift - hopefully it was from one of his missions.
"I don't want to be a burden."
"Please don't think of yourself like that."
His voice was firm, loud over the sound of the rain battering against his windows. There was a strange feeling to the home - like a bubble of dry air the two of you were trapped in, as the rain tried it's best to make its way inside.
The clothes in your hands felt too foreign, compared to the wet ones that had molded to your body. Tecchou really didn't know how he made you feel with these gestures, and it was hard not to choke.
"I'm just being polite."
You stood there awkwardly as Tecchou struggled to form a response. You folded your arms around yourself, feeling cold in the room as he eventually settled on a nod.
"So. About sleeping-"
"Take my room." His answer was quick, as if he had rehearsed it in his mind. Maybe he had thought about this earlier.
Did he know you were this stubborn? Did he plan for it?
"No, no. That's too much. This is your house. We know each other. We can share a bed, right?"
The thought was embarrassing in itself. You hated to take up other people's time and space, and now you were taking someone else's bed.
Maybe it didn't count. Tecchou was your boyfriend - As of two days ago, but you knew him well enough, right?
"...I don't want to be creepy."
"Absolutely not. You're nothing like that."
Your boyfriend couldn't ever be creepy to you. If he was, you wouldn't be dating him.
If anything, he was perfect. You were taking his time and bed, and he was nothing but kind about it.
"It's ok. The couch is comfortable enough."
"You barely fit on it!"
The couch in question was an old hand-me-down from his grandmother. It was lumpy and could barely fit the both of you while sitting - it was barely comfortable for its intended purpose, let alone any...others. You both had tried, it was barely doable.
There was no way you could let him sleep on it.
"I can manage."
"No. I'm ok with sleeping with you."
Tecchou stared at you for a moment. You tried to keep eye contact with him, but it embarrassed you. His eyes practically stared through your soul, as if he saw right into your mind.
"Sleeping with me? You're okay with that?"
"Um...yes."
There was a pause for a small moment. The clothes on your body still felt cold, and you really wanted to change.
"In the same bed?"
Well, you weren't going to let him sleep on the couch, were you?
"Of course! We're close, aren't we?"
Tecchou folded his arms, his own attempt to hug himself. A sound came out of his throat, but you weren't sure what it meant. Maybe he was agreeing, but it almost sounded like a whine.
Maybe he was tired?
While Tecchou took the time to figure out his feelings, you took the time to change into his clothes. Your skin was so cold and clammy that it had turned into torture.
"...Thanks. That means a lot. No one else has ever said that to me."
"...oh. Well, I'd sleep with you every night Tecchou. I trust you a lot."
"I trust you too."
Maybe you'd do something more than sleep in the same bed with him if he kept talking like that.
"...maybe we should go to sleep. I'm wet and tired."
"Right. Sorry."
"If you're so sorry, can you get me a towel? I don't want to get your bed wet."
"Alright."
"Thanks, sweetheart."
If Tecchou stumbled a little on the way out, you didn't acknowledge it.
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"Tecchou?"
His bed was weirdly exactly fit to his personality - the mattress was hard, and the blanket was a weird tacky design that you could get from a tourist shop. It was ridiculously soft, despite the funny photoshopped wolves on it.
"Yes?"
"You know you can take up more space, right?"
"This is fine."
The mattress was a queen, and you could feel how he was almost falling off of the edge.
"Are you scared of me?"
"No. You said you wanted to sleep, and I'm very warm. It might make you too hot to sleep."
You wanted to cry. Tecchou was too considerate.
"Well, I'm cold right now. Can you come closer?"
There was shuffling, and you could feel your side get warm. So warm. It was as if he was warming your skin with sunlight.
Despite this, you rolled over, laying your head against his shoulder. His breathing stuttered, and you tried not to laugh.
He was nervous. It was so different from how he was at work - stone-faced and serious. You would never guess he was this shy around a girl he liked.
"Do you always sleep with a shirt on? Or are you just being polite?"
The tiredness in your brain was making you feel more brave. You wanted to sleep so bad, but your brain kept your fingers picking at Tecchou's shirt - it was cotton, and so soft that you knew it was one of those expensive ones.
"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
"I'm your girlfriend. How would I be uncomfortable?"
Tecchou's body rang with the noise he made. He always spoke with his chest, and you could feel how it sang through his ribs. His voice was deep, even more so now as the night called to him.
"...I thought you'd think it's weird."
"I like you. I don't care what you wear. I just want to be with you."
"Really?"
"God forbid a woman like her man's body."
"I'm your man?" His chin touched your forehead in his attempt to look at you, almost knocking you off your post along his shoulder.
"Better not be anyone else's. I'm your woman too. That's how dating works."
You readjusted yourself, moving to lay more of yourself on top of him. His breathing synced with yours, his big chest moving you alongside him with each breath.
"...I don't want to own you. Women have equal rights." His hands reached over to hold you, keeping you in place. His fingers danced against your waist, in a sort of anxiety.
"No not like that. Like, you know. I'm the only woman you're dating. I hope."
"Of course you are."
"Good. That's great." Your voice felt heavy and far away. Your eyes hurt, and you kept them closed to keep listening to the world around you.
There was the rain. There was Tecchou's breathing. Your heartbeat and the sound of a fan.
There was something that Tecchou said, but you weren't awake to hear it. All you really remembered was the feeling of his body underneath yours and the warmth from his skin.
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