#and didn't realize it was more than a tickle until this morning so there was no way i was gonna get work covered. and im FEELING THE EFFECTS

[knittinglizards]

MY BACK HURTS

[solbaby7]

Drifting Away

pairing: azriel x reader

warnings: angst (sorry but it just hurts so good) swearing, mentions of poor mental health, romantic undertones

summary: You've been drowning for a long time and finally someone notices

[ part 2 ]

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Azriel could hear you crying at night.

He wasn't sure when it started; how long it had been going on before the slinking shadows darted about the house, enjoying their free reign when he hears a noise. One so soft he nearly brushed it off as a breeze but he hears it again. A little louder, more throaty and then it clicks; the undeniable sound of despair being swiftly hidden away by the dark hours of the early morning when others were asleep and none the wiser.

There's an urge to check on you, one so overwhelming he taps his fingers against the smooth mahogany desk filled to the brim with mission reports and carefully notated maps with neat notes tucked in the corner. His ears strain for the sound again, mentally agreeing that if he heard it once more, he'd have no other choice but to check it out.

But nothing sounds.

Not for one minute, or two or twenty but he doesn't forget about it.

Especially not when he sees you the following morning, wearing a bright smile and laughing louder than anyone else in the room. He's subtle in the way he observed you, notating your mannerisms and the effortless charm that dripped from your tongue.

The picture of a well adjusted woman. One who seemed happy and fulfilled until the final line was spoken and the one-woman cast bowed for her performance, basking in the applause from a crowd well entertained.

You were attentive; borderline motherly in the way you took care of everyone around you--easily handing off the food from your plate without even batting an eye and Azriel's brow quirks in attention when he hears you decline more when offered; insisting that you're full, showing off a clean plate as you casually wipe your mouth against dark linen cloth.

However, he's certain you didn't take even a single bite.

It piques his interest; the warning signs of a silent struggle and he finds himself unable to stop from noting other things about you.

Like, the way you seemed to be a reliable sounding board. Mor or Feyre or Cassian would come to you for advice, spilling their burdens on your shoulders and you always welcomed them with open arms. You would nod quietly, never once interrupting and always providing such carefully curated advice. The kind you learned through life experience; pain and sorrow and true mind numbing emptiness that came from growing up with bright embers of hope; only to be pushed into the world and realize how far people will go to snuff those embers out.

And never once did they ask if you needed comfort in return.

“For a spymaster, I would have assumed you’d be better at being subtle when you stare.” It’s startling how silent you’d been, shifting from one end of the room to the next without being detected by his hearing or his shadows—shadows he now notices are circling around your feet, tickling at your bare toes against the wine red rug. “What were you looking at anyway?”

Hazel eyes are calculating when they take you in, brows furrowing when you smile down at him, humming to yourself as you twiddle your toes through the ebbing darkness that grows around your legs, teasing at the hem of your dress with a little tug. “You.”

Rhysand sits proudly in a chair big enough to be a throne, large decorative pillows perched under his arms and a grinning Feyre eased into his lap, head curling into his neck with content. Even Nesta and Cass were sitting closer than usual on the couch, feet bumping at the others as she pretended to be absorbed in some book but there was no way she was actually focusing with Cassian’s arm curled around the back of her shoulders. Mor chats idly with Armen, glittering jewelry shoved on two slim fingers and you can’t help but linger on all the incredibly powerful beings around you.

Such purpose all around and somehow you still couldn’t find your own.

“Well, it’s not everyday I get the privilege of your attention.” You twirl once, the material of your dress skimming the tips of his fingers. “Do tell—how do I look?”

Azriel doesn’t correct how that couldn’t be further from the truth. There’s a pause, his voice more soft when he speaks so it gets drowned out in the chatter behind you. “You look lonely.”

The reply makes you stop your toying with the shadows, gentle smile faltering when you squint down at him, throughly caught off guard. “What?” Azriel watches the second you seem to recompose yourself, smile sliding back in place but he can see the way you look at him, regarding him cautiously; wondering where he was getting at. “That’s ridiculous. I live in a home filled with my closest friends and family.”

You anticipate the nod, the smile and then the conversation will continue like nothing had ever happened; the answer appeasing the questioner and you’d continue about your day as you did all the others. But Azriel doesn’t change the subject, doesn’t accept the answer provided. Instead, a golden hand raises, tea still steaming over the rim. “Then, why do you seem so sad?”

“Where are you getting this from?”

“Because I heard something last night,” He watches the way you freeze, lids squinting a fraction and your hands actually tremble at your side.

“Hm," It’s alarming how good you are at taking control of the conversation; how your body adapts to the emotion that your brain predicts Azriel wants you to convey—happiness. His head slowly tilts to the side when you tip your head back and laugh, one that was so convincing even he nearly fell for it; but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Always the spy, when do you ever take a day off?"

Az can't seem to tear his eyes off of you, not when Cassian chimes in with an inebriated laugh, a heavy hand clapping down on his brothers shoulder and you're grateful for the distraction. The ability to slink into easier conversation, to craft a carefully woven picture of serenity but the golden gaze boring into the back of your head is distracting; makes your hands shake ever so slightly over the width of your glass, the condensation dripping cool trails down the length of your arm.

He doesn't get the chance to speak to you for the rest of the night; either being whisked away by his brothers or somehow getting lead away by Elain and Fey when asking for help bringing out a few more things from the kitchen. Shadows trudge by, being his eyes and ears when one returns with the same conclusion; gone, gone, gone.

For the rest of the night, Azriel remained on edge, unable to relax into the drink in his hand and his foot is practically bouncing a hole in the hardwood when the others finally start filtering out for the night; stumbling into one another on their way to their rooms. Ears strain to hear each door close and he's light on his feet when he bristles down the hall, sharply turning to the right and once he's at the end of the hall he comes to an abrupt stop.

Light still pours out from the crack beneath your door and nerves build in his stomach when he sees the shadow of your feet walking past; there was no reasonable explanation to be here—on this floor—and that becomes abhorrantly apparent when the door opens and your raising a brow at him. "Listening in on ladies in their bedchambers is not very gentlemanly of you."

"I wasn't. Well, I was but it wasn't like that." Azriel's walking past you, entering your room without even asking and he seems genuinely startled by the way it looks. Not that it was dirty or unkempt but it was painstakingly bare. Years of living there and still there were no pictures on the wall, no trinkets or feminine flare; just a bed with thick blankets and a shelf filled to the brim with books. A desk with a single sketchbook and a little bag of pencils and charcoals.

"What?"

He's still taking it in; it had to have been nearly eighty years and still it looked almost identical as it had when Rhys had first offered it to you as your own. "It's just not what I expected, that's all."

Your arms are crossed over your chest, hair braided tightly and it swayed as you walked, still dripping wet from a shower. It was alarmingly warm but you still wore a long sleeved shirt and fluffy socks that went up to your knees. "What did you expect?"

Az shrugs, turning to face you when he hears the way you slowly close the door. "You've been here a while. I suppose I had just expected to see more of you in here."

"Another one of your assessments?" There's no hiding the bite in your tone, the defensive stance you take when he begins wandering around; eyes eating up what little things you did have. Fingers graze over the spines of books, picking up one with tons of little dog-eared pages. "Please do tell what my lack of interest in interior decor says about me."

Book pages flutter, stopping when he catches one page more crinkled than most and his brows furrow when realizing the wrinkly circular dots were tears—your tears. "I wasn't evaluating you but since you asked," Azriel tucks the book under his arm and your lips part with a huff but he doesn't acknowledge the grumbles you give about taking things without asking. He's too busy scanning the contents of your desk; a cup of pens, little bottles of paints and a few brushes to accompany them. The thin drawer attached is half-filled with sketchbooks that were tightly bound an sealed with wax; a clear sign to stay the fuck out. "It shows that even after claiming to be perfectly content in a house filled with your so called "closest friends and family", you still refuse to get settled. That could stem from a plethora of things; variables I've accounted for but a definite conclusion is still pending at this time."

"Asshole," You all but hiss, smacking his hands away from sifting through the pages of the sketches and scribbles scrawled beside them— angsty little depictions of your thoughts when things got too overwhelming; when all you craved was a hot bath, one of Rhys' expensive bottles and an empty house so you could dance the line on how long you could hold your breath underwater.

"You asked." Ever the observer, noting the key you pull from under the neckline of your shirt, bending at the knee to unlock the side cabinet and open it just enough to shove the sketchbook inside. It's locked up tight and the intrigue only grows. "You also didn't say I was wrong."

"Fine," You concede, arms behind your back and braced against the desk, a body barrier between him and the secrets you weren't ready to confess. "You were wrong."

Azriel only smiles and your breath actually catches by how genuinely handsome he is. For once, he's not in his fighting leathers but somehow, the laid-back fashion of his dark sweatpants and t-shirt had your knees even more shaky. "Okay, then tell me something about you—something real."

The request startles you, brows screwing up and nose crinkling. "Why?"

A hand waves around him, shadows sliding over barren walls as if to aid in making Az's point. "Because, I should be able to get everything I need to know from being in what should be the most intimate place in the world for you but all I can get is that you like expensive sheets and quality curtains."

"I enjoy good sleep." It was the only two things that mattered when the sadness really set in. When minutes blurred into hours and in a blink of an eye you'd somehow skipped all three meals and everyone was shuffling away to their rooms for the night. "And I'll have you know the pens and colored pencils alone are more expensive than the duvet and curtains combined."

Azriel hums, fingers ghosting over the tin specifically made to hold them in place, perfectly color coded and all sharped to a point. "You draw? How don't I know that?"

"Because it doesn't save lives." It's meant as a joke, it even sounds like one but for some reason the shadowsinger can't seem to share the laugh. You refuse to meet his eye, creating some distance and tucking the key swiftly back under the fabric of your shirt, hands moving to fiddle with the ends of your sleeves. "I'm not all that good anyway."

"Good enough to spend so much money on supplies."

You let out an annoyed sigh and it doesn't affect him one bit; in fact, he finds himself enjoying any other emotion besides the faux smile he'd seen permanently plastered across your features. Your room smells like something Azriel can't place and he finds himself moving again, taking in more and more, trying to find the source of the sweet scent. "Is there a reason that you're here? You know, in my room instead of your own on the floor above us." You begin to trail behind him, following his line of sight and you too begin looking for whatever he was, rummaging through your closet and sniffing at your perfumes. "What are you doing?"

"I can smell something," It comes out distracted, body working without rationality when he ducks into your bathroom, sifting around shampoos and conditioners, soaps shaped like flowers and ivy but none of it is right. Not until he moves to the little cart by your clawfoot tub, fingers ruffling about vials and jars until he finds something that has your spine straightening. “What is this?”

There’s a pause while your will your voice to relax. “Infused rum.”

“Infused with?”

A scoff, bare toes on glossy floors when you snatch the bottle from him. “I don’t know, I don’t pay extra to get a history lesson. I just like how it makes me feel.”

Azriel raises a brow, eyes scanning the rest of the cart before sparing a glance at the empty tub. “In the bath?”

“Everyone has their own version of relaxation.” The bottle clinks back into place on the cart, tucked inconspicuously next to the other brightly colored vials and jars; perfectly hidden to anyone not equipped to pay attention to such things. “Do you usually question Mor or Elain of their drinking habits?”

It’s meant to push him away. To cut deep and throw him off your trail because Azriel was getting too close—too personal. “I would if they came to dinners faking smiles.” One step ahead forces you to take one step back, eyes squinting like a wounded animal bracing for one hell of a fight if it meant getting away. “I would if I saw them fading into nothing after spending their nights sobbing themselves to sleep.”

“Now you’re just speculating.”

“Am I?” Azriel pushes, evading your space and ignoring your attempts to create distance. It has to be some sort of manipulation tactic; distracting you with his intense presence in order to scramble your brain so that by time you realize he’s backed you into a corner—it’s too late. “Then tell me I’m wrong.” His left hand raises, his wrist enclosed in shadows as his fingers curl around your neck. Your pulse hums against his skin, heartrate spiking at the intimate touch and all words are robbed from your vocabulary.

“Azriel—“

The low rasp of his voice cuts you off, gentle grip never faltering from your neck. A shiver runs down your spine, the callouses on his thumb a welcomed roughness when sweeping at the curve of your chin. “It’s okay to be sad,” His scent is overwhelming, affecting your body similarly to a few glasses of fae wine and it takes effort for your knees not to tremble. “Just don’t let it consume you.”

For a second you think he’ll kiss you with how intensely he stares at your mouth, pulse still jumping against his fingertips.

The distance never fully closes and the phantom reminder of his touch remains branded on your skin as he slowly exits your room. And for the first time in years, instead of sniffling wrinkles into novels overflowing with friendship and love or drowning your sorrows in curated liquors —you sit at your desk and draw the sharp lines of Azriel’s jaw and that intense darkness shadowing golden irises and somewhere along the lines, you find a sliver of hope.

[averyfawkes]

I wake up feeling wonderful and energized. I look and realize that I just slept in my underwear. I was so exhausted yesterday that I thought I would have a fever the next day. But this morning, I feel renewed and full of energy. I notice my morning wood poking out of my underwear. I was about to reach down and start jerking off when I heard this voice in my head.

I want to fuck someone. I'm so fucking horny. I hope I can find a tight ass to fuck soon. I'm so horny that I can fuck my pillow and shoot my load in it.

I realize how horny I am right now and simply jerking it off won't relieve it. I turn to my stomach and start rubbing my cock against my bed, humping the air as if I'm fucking someone. I got so lost in lust that I didn't notice that I'm actually leaking pre-cum right now. What is wrong with me? I need to pull myself together.

As much as I want to stand up and start my day, I find myself stuck in my bed, humping like there's no tomorrow, and almost on the verge of orgasm. I feel my body stiffening before I moan while my cock shoots out into my mattress. I heave on my bed, trying to regain some sense of control in this situation. As I feel myself getting down from my orgasmic high, I slowly rise from my bed and see the mess I made. I reluctantly pulled away my bed cover since I just replaced it 2 days ago. I walk towards my washer and toss everything inside, along with my stained underwear. I decide to get a cup of coffee first before I shower, just to clear out my mind.

I brew a pot of coffee and put 2 pieces of bread inside the toaster. I should cook breakfast but I'm still feeling squeamish from what happened in my bed. I just let out a deep sigh and realized that I haven't cummed like that for quite a long time now. It's like my whole body is on fire and all I can think about is cumming my brains out. I guess being a doctor made me spend less time on dating that I haven't had any good fuck for a long time. I miss that, and I think I should get back into dating again.

Yeah, you should find huge, muscular men and have them fuck your ass until you can't walk.

Shit, how awesome it would be to install Grindr and find myself a nice hot stud that can fuck me until I can't walk. But I have lots of appointments for the day. I can't just skip all of that for a simple booty call. My patients need me and I want to be there for them when they do.

But I want to get fucked. I want to have a big, juicy dick pumping in and out of my asshole, or a tight, perky butt to pound into. Whatever is easiest to get right now.

But I can't concentrate on my work if I don't deal with this right now. I should call in sick for the day and spend the whole day browsing through all the gay dating apps that I know. Yeah, I think I will do just that. I open my phone and begin downloading a ton of gay dating apps, signing up for accounts, and setting up profiles. I feel so giddy and excited like a teenager but you can't blame me, I haven't tried this before. I'm used to taking the girl I like into romantic dates before waiting for the right time to ask them if they want to have sex with me. Wait, I'm gay right? I don't like women. Why did I date women back then?

Focus on setting up your account, time is running out and you need to get laid, fast.

I shrug my thoughts about women aside as I continue setting up my profiles in different apps. As soon as I finished it, I started to swipe right on anyone that tickles my fancy. They need to be taller than me, older than me, and have a more muscular body than me. Fucking them or getting fucked by them seems hot to me so I don't mind. Just 5 minutes from creating my accounts, I already got a match from a big bear of a man that is so my type. His profile says he's a bottom and a little submissive. He wants me to send him a picture before he agrees to go here in my house. I grin as I get up and walk into my bathroom to snap a decent pic. As I stare at my reflection, I think that I'm hot enough for this guy.

You need to get shirtless. And remember that leather harness you bought for a costume 2 years ago, wear that before you take a picture for this man.

I remember the leather harness that I brought 2 years ago when I was wearing a cop costume. I run up to my storage room and frantically look for that leather harness. As soon as I grab it, I run back to the bathroom, tear off my shirt, and snap a picture before sending it to my match.

He immediately replied and confirmed that he'll be here in 5 mins. I giggle since I never did this before. Letting a complete stranger into my house just for sex is not my usual thing to do but I'm horny and I need someone right now. I waited for five minutes and perked up when I heard the doorbell ring. Before I walk up to my door, I figured that I should put back my shirt since I'm meeting this stranger.

You look so hot right now. Greet him and put him in his place. He's a submissive motherfucker and you will fuck his brains out. You need to turn him on first and wear this leather harness with shirtless.

Nah, I look hot right now. I'll greet him like this and see his reaction. I run up to the door and slowly open it. I see a man staring hungrily at me. I immediately recognized him as my match in the app so I stood aside and let him in. He walks into my house without breaking our eye contact. I close the door behind and lead him into my living room.

"So, how do you want to do this?" I ask him, trying to get the feel of this man.

"How? I want you to spread me wide and eat my ass first before fucking me. Don't worry about condoms, I cleaned out my hole for this. I still won't mind if you want to use one. And since you said that you're discreet, I don't want you greeting me when we meet outside, okay? I have a family and a job to protect. If you can't do that, I'm walking away." The man explains to me as he pulls his shirt away.

Oh no, this man has a family. I don't want to be involved with a family man. I'm no whore. I can do better than this. I should just decline his offer and send him away. This is just a bad idea.

Say yes. You just have to fuck him and you can be on your usual day. No strings attached. That's what he also wants. He wants your cock and you better give it to him good.

"Sure. Is that all?" I find myself saying as I feel myself smirking at the man.

The man then grins back at me as he gets naked and kneels on my sofa, lifting his ass in the air and showing me his asshole. I understand what he wants to say as I pull down my pants and free my rock-hard cock. I was surprised to see my cock already leaking pre-cum but I'm too horny to care. I aggressively slap his bubble butt before I grip his waist and thrust my dick straight into his inviting hole. I moan as soon as my cock penetrated his flesh, starting by slowly thrusting in and out of him.

I let myself feel the rhythm of the man's body before slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts. I feel myself getting lost in pleasure as I hear the man moaning and begging for more. I feel like I'm up for the challenge so I start pounding his ass like there's no tomorrow. The man starts wailing as his legs begin wobbling. I reach out to grab both his arms and begin mercilessly tearing his hole.

But then, I felt something click inside me. Something that I never before. I let out a gutteral moan as I feel my cock explode inside the man's ass. For some reason, I feel the cum shooting out of my cock more thicker and much more viscous than my usual cum. I grab the man's arms tighter and pull him closer to me. I could hear the man begging me to stop for a while but I ignored him. I just keep on pumping my load inside his ass for quite some time. In the middle of my endless orgasm, I feel the man under me begin squirming and twitching out of control. I realized that I've been cumming for a long time now and should have stopped minutes ago. There's clearly something wrong with what's happening and I should check if the man is still okay.

Just hold him tight and keep on pumping him full of my slime. We need to turn him into a puppet just like you. Just keep him in place while I assimilate his mind and body. You love cumming, don't you?

Fuck yeah, I love cumming! Cumming is the best. I will cum my brains out into this horny slut and pump him full of my seed. He won't be walking for days after this. I just have to keep on pumping and pumping cum until you're done turning him into a puppet like me. Wait, I'm a puppet? When did I become a puppet? And who am I talking to? What the hell is happening? I instinctively jumped away from the man as I suddenly pulled out my cock from his ass.

To my surprise, there is a gel-like string connecting my urethra to the man's asshole. My sudden disconnection to the man caused him to become aware of what was happening. He looked behind him and started at the sight of the slime connecting my cock to his butt. I tried to run away but suddenly felt my body instantly getting tired. I fall on the floor as my consciousness fades to black.

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Nick almost caused me to lose this beautiful, hunky bear. I can't believe that someone with a huge cock wants to bottom. But that doesn't matter anymore since I'm in control now. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and admire my new puppet. I snapped a picture using Nick's phone and sent it to my email address.

I close my eyes and try to access this man's memories again. I tried earlier but I got rejected. Now that he's all clean and calm, I think I can do it. As soon as I open my eyes, his memories begin flowing in my mind like a calm river. I look into the mirror again and smirk.

"You will be a great addition to my collection, Dylan. I assure you that I'll use your body for all it's worth."

[glassrowboat]

As The Sun Rises. Baizhu.

Summary: A morning with Baizhu never fails to be peaceful, even if there's a mishap or two to start the day

Word count: 1.1k

Even before the first rays of light start to peek through the blinds, Baizhu is already pushing the sheets covering him aside. The bed creaks, and for a moment, he stops, head turning back to look at you still hugging a pillow to your chest you had managed to steal from him earlier to assure you were still asleep.

A small laugh leaves him when he realizes you're still in dream land, dozing away even as your nose scrunches when his hair accidentally tickles your face as he stands up.

He shushes you as quietly as he can, hand going to run up and down your back before he pulls away. For a moment, Baizhu's fingers could still feel the heat of your skin lingering on him until it was replaced by the cold wood of his favorite comb he brushed through his hair. Every little knot that came from the occasional toss and turn during the night was removed from his emerald green hair until it fell against his back once again. It was a slow, methodical practice that let him occasionally flick his gaze back to the reflection of a lump with their legs caught between the sheets in the mirror before him.

“Still knocked out like a light. I see they aren't the type to care about getting stuff done early in the day.”

“Hush now, Changsheng.” Baizhu chided, his hand going to place the comb down so he could run a finger over her head. “We don't need to deal with their grumpiness just yet. Let's at least wait until the morning sun rises.”

“That just sounds like an excuse to let them sleep in.”

“Rest is important, no matter the hour it's acquired.” With one more scratch to Changsheng’s head, Baizhu said “Now, if you want to wake someone up, I'm sure Qiqi is still in bed.”

The snake grumbled for a moment, asking why that duty was put on her non-existent shoulders before she slithered her way down from the vanity Baizhu was sitting at, across the room, and through the hole cut at the bottom of the door cut out specifically for her.

Behind him he heard a groan.

In the end, his attempts were null.

“Good morning, my love.”

All he got back in response was another groan.

“You're usually awake by now. Don't tell me you were up all night reading again.”

The playful tone in his voice was enough to stir you awake all for the sake of glaring at him over the mountain of pillows you had somehow collected. “I don't want to hear that from you.”

“Is this when you call me a dirty hypocrite?”

“I'm not awake enough to remember that word exists, let alone use it.”

Baizhu shook his head to hide the smile he knew you would scold him for. He didn't need to hear he was being cheeky on top of it all. “What are you feeling like for breakfast today?”

The bed creaked as you shifted, doing your best to climb out of it even when you were essentially cuffed to it with a blanket wrapped around your ankle that had you stumbling down to the floor. The small “ah, that doesn't look good” Baizhu let out before he started to get up didn't help your pride much either.

“I'm fine!” You quickly popped back up, scrambling up to your feet so you could place your hands on his shoulders to keep Baizhu sitting. “Peachy, even.”

His eyes met yours in the mirror, deep bags under his and yours from your shared habit of staying up late at night to bury your nose away in a book or two, even if he wouldn't admit it. You had heard him scold Keqing before for wearing herself thin by burning the midnight oil, but the bluish skin you could make out on him was more than enough proof he was just as bad as she is. If not worse.

Always so stubborn, you wanted to say, but instead you reached past him to pick the two hair sticks Baizhu always had pinned into his hair to hold them between your teeth as you started to gather his hair. That was the only reason you couldn't snap back with a retort as he repeated the way you said peachy with a chuckle in his tone.

Hair was gathered.

You could feel him relax under you, fall further into your touch with each passing second until his head was tilted back and eyes closed as you secured the ornaments in his new bun before going down to work on his regular braid.

The first time you had tried doing this for his it had ended in a mess of knots, a forgotten hair tie left in the bathroom, and Changsheng scolding you a she claimed Qiqi could have done a better job, but now it was second nature to run your fingers through his hair to ease each little strand into the next section. At this point, you might even be able to do this without even being conscious, but half asleep would do, too. It just meant his usual style would be a bit messier than usual.

When you were finally done, you slid the braid over his shoulder, eyes meeting his own in the mirror once again after he put his glasses on to share a soft smile.

“You never said what you wanted for breakfast, my dear.”

“I didn't, did I?” A hum left you, prolonging the moment before you finally decided on one thing. “Let's not worry about that now, I still have your makeup to do.”

He pushed aside a lock of his hair, one that would usually be secure in his regular bun if Baizhu had done it himself. “I'm not sure you can handle that without a cup of coffee first.”

“Nonsense. Unless you're afraid I'll poke out your eye?”

With a sigh, Baizhu pulled off his glasses, placing them back down with a jingle of the crystals that hang off of them.

“And you're awake enough to do my rouge?” Baizhu asked.

“We’ll see, won't we?”

A squeeze to his shoulders was all it took for Baizhu to pick up his makeup brush and hold it up to you.

“And then we'll have breakfast.”

“Congee.” You said.

It was when the tip of your brush met the pad of red makeup that you heard Baizhu agree. “Congee. With fruit on the side. You could use some more natural vitamins in your diet.”

“And coffee?” You insisted, bristles just barely a hair's breadth away from Baizhu's now closed eyes as light from the morning sun started to stream pure gold in through the blinds.

“And coffee, my love.”

[mypoisonedvine]

𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 (part II) | frater imperator x reader

read part I here

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 | the wife of frater imperator is expected to maintain quite a full schedule, and you struggle to connect with your new husband when he keeps so busy... but that doesn't stop a few new developments in your relationship from occurring.

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 | 6k

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 | smut-ish stuff (still 18+ only), sugar daddy copia vibes, mostly just fluff and awkward wholesomeness though

During your first Mass together, he rested his hand on your leg; you weren’t permitted in most clergy meetings, but he had you join him for the ones you could, as well as dinners and events you would’ve normally not been asked to attend— and in those, you found his eyes on you more than you expected.

In one meeting, a clergy member even specifically called him out: Frater, if your wife poses a distraction for you, perhaps she should wait for you elsewhere, leading Copia to clear his throat and look forward again.  N-no, sir, my apologies, he’d replied quickly and done his best to focus for the rest of the hour.  

The problem was those were basically the only opportunities you had to spend time together.  It seemed like the vast majority of your time together was sharing a bed each night— which only made things feel even more strange.  How are you meant to sleep soundly next to someone who you barely know?

You didn’t want him to notice how bizarre it was to you… how, for lack of a better word, starstruck you were by your own husband.  The first morning you nearly jumped out of bed when you saw him— it was like you’d forgotten about all this overnight, and for the first few moments of consciousness you had no idea to expect someone next to you (let alone him).  

The second morning, you were prepared, at least, but you didn’t exactly play it cool.  You thought he was sleeping— and that wasn’t why you were staring at him, but it was why you expected to get away with it.  He probably was sleeping, for at least part of the time, but at some point he opened his eyes and just like that, you were totally busted.  You blinked quickly, but didn’t look away; there was no point to it now, and it would only make you look more guilty.

He smiled a little, but he was nice enough to not call you out and ask why you’d been watching him sleep.  “Buongiorno,” he greeted with just a hint of smugness in that rough, sultry voice.

“Good morning,” you returned softly, thankful that he didn't ask why you'd been staring at him since you wouldn't have had any answer for him.

And the third morning, well, it seemed he got used to laying next to you a lot more easily: you woke up with his arms around you and his face buried in the back of your neck.

Your eyes widened the second they opened, and even though his breaths over your skin were hot, you felt a wave of chills run over you.

You certainly hadn’t fallen asleep like this… when during the night had he begun to hold you?  You assumed it was something that happened during his sleep, but it was even more odd to imagine that he’d awoken at some point and chose to cuddle up to you.

His arms were relaxed but heavy enough to keep you basically pinned to him; even his legs were tangled up with yours.  His hair was tickling your cheek and shoulder— it was longer than it seemed, you’d come to realize, since it was always slicked back.  You actually significantly preferred the way his hair looked without its style, right after he washed it and it fell straight down around his face…

He shifted slightly behind you and only then did you feel it— that.  Pressed right up against the small of your back, hot and firm and… thick.

Your back wasn’t an especially sensitive part of you, so you weren’t sure if what you were feeling could be believed.  Maybe this was one of those situations, like when you get a pebble in your shoe, where it feels so much bigger until you get it out and look at it.

If you woke him up, would you embarrass him?  Would he think you were upset?  Would he think you were… inviting something?

If he was, would you stop him?

You shut your eyes again, feeling your cheeks warm up: you definitely weren't ready to take that step with him, he was still essentially a stranger even if he had only treated you well so far.  But that didn't meant you couldn't think about it… and in your current circumstances, you couldn't not think about it.

You didn't realize it, but one of your legs lifted slightly, subconsciously trying to leave you vulnerable to him.  Already in your mind you were picturing it: how it might feel if his hand came down to hold onto your hip, if those lips on the back of your neck whispered praises to you, if he just slid his cock inside you until there was nothing left to give and you were joined—

All of a sudden, he began to adjust his body again, humming a little in his sleep— and he rolled off your back, turning himself to his other side. 

Your thoughts slowed down with relief, but there was an undeniable frustration; part of you had wanted more… actually, it had needed more.  But it would have to make do without for now, and you were certain that was for the best.  Didn't mean you weren't replaying those moments in your head for the next hour or so before he woke up for good.

Sometimes you thought he noticed you acting different that day— a little quieter, a little more startled by his casual touches and acts of affection— but if he did, he didn't point it out.  And that night as you tried to fall asleep, you wondered if you'd awake in a similar situation again… and felt uncertain if you wanted to.

The next morning, though, you woke up to an empty bed; surprised, you quickly sat up only to find him just across the room at his vanity, carefully applying his makeup.  You glanced at the clock, wondering if you’d slept late, and gave him a puzzled look.  “What are you getting ready so early for?”

“We’ll be sitting for our portrait today,” he informed you.  “Good morning, by the way.”

“Oh, good morning,” you smiled in reply, rubbing your eyes a bit.

“Don’t forget to pack a bag tonight, we’re flying to Brussels tomorrow afternoon.”

Right, he’d mentioned that before; you’d both been invited to visit a Satanic church there.  You nodded a bit, trying to process what that was going to be like; lots of new people to meet, not your favorite activity per se.

“Oh!  And how could I forget?  This weekend we’ll have a reception, finally!” he added with a pointed finger.  “The ghouls will be playing— I don’t think I’ll sing though, it would be strange, don’t you think, for my own wedding?  But anyhow, it should be quite the party.”

“Sheesh,” you scoffed, “Sister Imperator Consortia keeps her dance card full, huh?”

He smiled a little, but also titled his head in confusion as he looked over at you.  “You say that like it’s not yourself,” he noticed.

“I just mean, you know, I— I guess it doesn’t feel like me, yet,” you admitted with a nervous shrug.

He stood up from his vanity with a little sigh, and approached the bed; how could even just that make your heart rate pick up a bit?  You moved your legs a little under the covers so he could sit, and one of his hands pet over your hair for a moment before laying over your shoulder.  “I know it was all rather sudden for you,” he offered.  “I only hope that you’ll start to believe that you belong here.”

Here— you figured he meant this whole world, this life, but if you were to take it literally… you were in his room, laying in his bed.  You wanted to feel like you belonged here, too.  “I guess I should put on makeup, too,” you decided as you got out of bed, and he briefly raised an eyebrow to show that he noticed you changing the subject.  He let you get away with it though, and smiled at you sweetly.

“I think I need it more than you do, darling, but go ahead,” he offered.

~

You'd never posed for an oil painting before, but you had accurately guessed that it's a boring activity.  Sometimes you felt like becoming Sister Imperator Consortia had made you more of a decoration than anything, but for the next couple hours it was literally true.

Your necklace matched his ruby and jet brooch and you had your own black gloves as well, except they were lace rather than leather; the painter instructed Copia to sit in a large high back chair, while you stood beside it with your hands placed in some very specific way over the fabric.  It took quite a bit of adjustment on the minutiae details of your positioning and posture before he was satisfied, stepping back to his easel and canvas to start sketching.

“Why can’t we just have our photo taken for reference?” you asked in a sharp whisper towards Copia.

“Sergio prefers his subjects in the flesh,” he replied, “and I do mean that literally— I had to convince him not to paint us nude.”

You tried to not let any reaction to that show on your face, lest it end up in the painting somehow.

“He says cameras don’t capture the depth and color that cameras do,” Copia continued explaining softly.

You hummed in understanding, keeping your eyes trained forward the way the artist had instructed you, picturing in your mind the portraits that you knew yours would be hung beside.  The former Papas and upper clergy members had them, and you were hoping that you could channel the regal energy they had.  Your main concern was that no matter how formal you acted— no matter how stiff and expensive your outfit was, no matter how stern you tried to keep your face— you'd never fit in among them.  You couldn't shake the feeling that everyone else in those portraits earned their place in them, and you were the one that would stick out like a sore thumb.

After what felt like an eternity of standing still, the painter decided you two could go— he wasn’t completely done, apparently, but could add a few more finishing details later.  Knowing it wasn’t done, Sergio protested to letting the two of you see it— you actually had never seen someone try to say no to Frater Imperator before— but eventually he gave in.

“Just keep in mind it’s a work in progress,” Sergio insisted, his heavy Italian accent somehow adding to the perfectionist-artist persona.

“Of course,” Copia assured, “I’m sure it’s fine— come have a look, dear.”

You wondered if he only called you that because someone else was here… but you did it, of course, carefully stepping around the easel to see the portrait.

Honestly, it caught you off-guard, in the best way.  “What do you think?” he asked you with a smile.

“We look good together,” you blurted out, making both the men smile.  “You’re very talented,” you informed the painter, hoping to distract a little from what you’d just said.

“Thank you, Sister,” Sergio nodded humbly, “but all I’ve done is capture what I see.”

Looking at the painting again, you were amazed at how you recognized yourself.  That was probably the first time you really understood yourself in this role: it was usually a bit uncanny seeing yourself in the mirror, but here there was something believable about it that you were missing before.  

Yet even when you had so much to think about with your own depiction, your eyes kept drifting to Copia— and no one would deny how well he fit in.  Stately, dignified, but with a softness to his expression that was missing from most of the other portraits.  He certainly seemed less intimidating this way than many of the others did; in fact, you imagined he was going to look downright friendly compared to the portraits of Papa Emeritus I and Sister Imperator… they always looked like they were judging you.  Especially the last one, with you getting worried she would be angry with you for sort of stealing her title. 

You didn't even have time to change between the portrait and a fancy clergy dinner, where you felt like you spent more time trying to remember all the etiquette rules you’d been taught at some point than actually appreciating the meal.  Then, as you’d been reminded, you had to pack for the one-day Brussels trip; as you agonized over what you should wear for something like this, you recalled something a Sister had said to you as you’d been getting ready for your wedding.  She called you ‘the first lady of the church’, as if that was a given, but you found it quite interesting and surprising.  Even if Copia had told you that this was not a political marriage, ultimately this was a political position you had been put in.  

The nice thing about that, was it gave you something else to focus on… a purpose that had almost nothing to do with your actual relationship with your husband.  It was more than enough to worry about already: not making a fool of yourself or the clergy at all these social engagements, looking and acting the part of a respectable wife.

Part of you felt a little guilty for putting effort into seeming like a good wife in public, only to be cold behind closed doors— well, not cold as in unfriendly, just… prudish.  Sure, he hadn’t said or done anything to indicate he was frustrated by it, but you were starting to worry more and more as the days passed.  There was a delicate balance, a tension that you knew would need to be broken eventually.  You couldn’t go on forever, after all, as a husband and wife who shared a bed but stayed abstinent.

And you’d never intended to!  But you couldn’t stop wondering how much longer this would take for you to get used to, and what it would be like when you finally united with him.  He certainly seemed like a gentleman so far, but he was still more an acquaintance than anything.

That said, this was the first time you’d flown on a private plane with an acquaintance.

You were trying to act casual about it— maybe you had some idea in your head that if you let yourself react strongly to how foreign this was to you, he would find it annoying or un-posh— as you boarded, only allowing yourself a few moments to glance around the luxurious interior.  It was certainly different from the style you were used to in the church: that was all dark stone and  aged gold and ancient intricacy, this was tan-and-white leather, plush carpets, modern minimalism.  It seemed to make a man like Copia stand out even more visually, despite his demeanor showing how comfortable he was in a place like this.

When he told you that you were flying to Brussels he failed to mention the private jet— he must have thought it was obvious.  And it probably would be to anyone who hadn’t ascended to this level of importance overnight.

“Would you like a glass of champagne?” he offered as you took your seat across from him— facing each other, something you’d never even seen on a plane before.  “I believe we have sparkling water as well.”

“Sparkling water sounds nice,” you decided with a smile, “thank you.”

You sort of imagined he would get up and find one for you— instead he snapped his fingers (as much as one could with a glove on) and some attendant-type-person appeared.  Actually, that wasn’t unique to the plane: whatever Frater Imperator said just sort of… happened.  He was shockingly polite for someone so powerful, but you knew he’d paid his dues as a cardinal for many years.

The attendant gave you a glass of sparkling water and served Copia what looked like orange juice, but you didn’t ask.  “Flying doesn’t make you nauseous, does it?” he asked as he adjusted in his seat.  “I have something you can take, if you need it.”

“Oh, no, thank you,” you shook your head, and he shrugged slightly.

“The pilot tells me we should be there in about four hours,” Copia informed you, “I was planning mainly on trying to rest.”

“I brought a book,” you explained proudly, “but I’ll probably sleep some too— and look out the window, it’s been a while since I’ve flown.”

“I sort of imagined I would take a longer break from it after stepping down from my old position,” he explained— he tended not to address it directly, never outright calling himself a former Papa or speaking on his time in the band.  You weren’t sure why, but you thought it might be a matter of it all being too fresh still.  “I imagine you’ll be a much quieter flying companion than a gaggle of ghouls and all our roadies, though.”

You laughed a bit; “Yes, I’d hope so.  I won’t bother you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, you couldn’t bother me,” he comforted you briefly, reaching across the space between you to squeeze your knee for a second.

The little affectionate move kind of caught you off-guard— he was usually a bit more reserved in private, but then again, you weren’t totally alone with various staff on the plane.  He patted your leg once before he took his hand away and leaned back against the seat; the plane had just begun to take off already, turns out this whole process goes much faster when it’s a private flight.

He took some small black thing out of his jacket’s inner pocket— you realized it was an eye cover, it looked like it was made of silk… it looked expensive, but what else was new, right?

You leaned over towards the window, sliding up the shade more to watch as the countryside grew smaller and smaller.  Only when the view was obscured by the thick cover of clouds did you return to your original position in your chair, looking over at Copia now that you didn’t have to worry about him looking back at you.  He looked a little silly with the eye mask on; even as he slept his posture was perfect, his fingers interlaced and resting in his lap, his head tilted back and only slightly leaned to the side as the seat’s adjustable head cushion supported it.

“More sparkling water, ma’am?” the attendant asked— making you realize you had been blatantly staring at Copia this whole time, devil knows how long.  You cleared your throat and nodded, lifting your glass to be refilled.

Feeling a little embarrassed for having been caught like that— as if there was actually something to be embarrassed about for looking at your own husband— you decided now was a good time to start reading that book.

~

You arrived at the church in the evening, just before sunset.  It was beautiful in the soft orange light of the lowering sun, clearly not as old or expansive as your home but with lovely white marble statues: Baphomet, Belial, and of course Lucifer all positioned to guard the entrance.

The door opened and a Sister invited you inside— even her habit was a little different than the ones back home, and she wore a rosary around her neck.  Just past the entryway, a dignified-looking man in red robes was waiting: he smiled wide when he saw you both extending his arms.  “Ah!  You’ve made it!” he announced proudly as you both approached, his accented voice echoing slightly around the empty hall.

“Cardinal Comis,” Copia greeted with a bow.

“Frater, how is it that you look better and better each time I see you?” the cardinal asked jovially.

“You must not have noticed my temples going grey,” Copia chuckled thinly.  “That’s a new development since my last visit.”

“Oh, that’s no matter— it’s your face!  You look fresher, more alive; a lovely new wife will do that to you, non?” he smirked proudly before turning his attention to you: “Sister, enchante, I’m so glad you could join us as well.”

He reached forward, and you realized you were meant to let him take your hand; you did, after a split-second to figure it out, and he bent down to delicately kiss the back of it.  “You’re too kind, monsieur.”

“Ah, parlez vous?” he asked excitedly as he let your hand go.

“Juste un petit peu,” you answered with a short laugh, and he raised his eyebrows as he gave the man beside you an impressed look.

“Si élégante!  Ouaou, Copia, you’ve found such a fine woman for yourself!” Comis praised.

You felt Copia’s hand suddenly, yet gently, come to rest on your waist— something he’d never done before, actually.  It made you feel a little girlish, with his arm around you like that… the timing made you wonder if it was a slightly possessive move.  The way you had to bite your lip slightly to suppress a grin made you wonder if you liked this side of your husband…

It was certainly foreign to you seeing someone speak so casually with Copia; but it sort of made sense, you knew they had met before and it seemed like they had become rather friendly in previous encounters.  Plus, they were probably both cardinals when they first met, and maybe that sense of equality had lasted even as it became less and less accurate.  Still, Copia was a humble man— you couldn’t see him trying to flex seniority over anyone, especially as a guest.

“We’re so grateful the two of you have come all this way to visit our humble church,” the cardinal continued.  “I hope your journey wasn’t too difficult.”

“No, it was quite pleasant— thank you for having us,” Copia returned, “and for sending the car to retrieve us from the regional airport.”

“Of course!  I must admit, I feel a bit guilty making you come here so soon after your wedding,” he laughed raspily.  “If I had known about it when we selected this date for our meeting, I would’ve offered to reschedule!  Shouldn’t you two be on your honeymoon?”

Why was your face warming up at even the suggestion?  “O-oh, well— um—” you stammered nervously.

“It’s quite alright,” Copia offered with a smile, “there will be more time for something like that once the next tour is prepared and Papa Emeritus V has finished his… orientation, if you will.”

“Well, I’m sure that’s true,” the man hummed, “but I took the liberty of making sure your stay here is fitting for the occasion.  I hope you’ll take some time to enjoy the city as well, just the two of you.”

“If there’s time,” Copia relented.  “But for now, I’m sure my wife would enjoy a tour of the church.”

You nodded in agreement, and Comis smiled proudly at you.  “Of course— right this way, mademoiselle.”

You worried for a second that Copia might not be joining you— he had been here before, after all, at least twice— and you quickly turned your head to look over at him.  Comis seemed to notice your concern before you even spoke; “Frater, you’ll join us as well, non?”

“Of course,” Copia answered with a hint of sternness.

“See— he doesn’t want to leave you alone with me,” Comis winked, making your eyes widen a bit before he turned to lead you through the building.  “Come come, the sooner we finish our tour the sooner you two can get back to your hotel.”

“Hotel?” Copia realized.  “I thought we would stay here—”

“Here!  Pssh,” Comis dismissed, waving his hand back over his shoulder while still looking ahead.  “The church is crowded, too many people here.”

“I never had an issue on my previous visits.”

“Your bags are already waiting for you in the city, Frater, so it’s too late to protest now!” 

Copia sighed a little, but you two had no choice but to follow him as he started his way down the shadowy halls lit by candles and the fading glow through stained glass.

~

“He’s a bit of a character,” you decided as Copia unlocked the hotel room door, “but he was nice to put us up here— this is a really fancy place.”

“I know,” Copia frowned, “I hope he didn’t spend too much, it’s just somewhere to sleep.”

Forever a gentleman, he opened the door and let you step in past him before following you inside— but you were side-by-side when he flipped on the light.

Your jaw fell open slightly when you saw the room, and not just because it was a massive and luxurious suite.

Three words: rose. petals. everywhere.

It almost looked like a crime scene, the crimson flowers strewn along the floor and concentrated on the bed.  Champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries on ice, soft jazz playing from somewhere, and— Lucifer almighty, was that a blindfold and riding crop on the table?!

For a moment, both of you just stared at it in stunned silence.  “I-I apologize,” Copia suddenly blurted out, “the cardinal is not an especially subtle man, but I didn’t think he would—”

“What do you have to apologize for?” you interrupted.  “I don’t mind, I’m sure we can make use of most of this somehow.”

You didn’t notice how that statement could’ve been interpreted until you saw the instant flush spreading over your husband’s face, his gloved hand reaching up to nervously rub the back of his neck as he chuckled awkwardly.  “Heh— how do you mean?” he asked.

“I was going to eat the strawberries at least,” you shrugged, laughing a little— finally realizing this was going to be a lot easier if you just accepted the absurdity of the moment.  You hopped onto the bed, making the petals fly everywhere, and he smiled at you.  “It’s pretty comfortable.  And it smells great!”

“Well, that I assumed,” he agreed.

He took a shower first, while you sat on the bed and noshed on a few of the chocolate covered berries; you were sort of glad they weren’t being used as a romantic food, since you found them a little messy.  Maybe that was the point?  But you couldn’t imagine trying to be seductive while eating one of these, unless it was a turn-on to watch someone try to catch shards of chocolate in their hand as they fell off their lips.

After he was finished and you had a chance to change and wash your face, you returned to find him about to get in the bed with a book in hand.  “Do you mind switching sides?” you asked softly, and he stood up straighter and looked at you.

“No, of course not,” he answered, “I thought you might want the side closest to the window, though.”

“Well, I would, but… that’s the side I sleep on at home,” you explained as you motioned to where he was setting his things.  He smiled even though you weren’t sure what you said to cause that reaction.

“Sure,” he agreed, gathering his few things and taking them with him around the bed to the other nightstand.

You smiled as you slipped under the covers on your side; he got comfortable and opened his book.  “I might check what’s on TV, if that’s okay,” you suggested.

“Go ahead,” he encouraged quietly as he put his readers on; you tried not to get distracted by how he looked wearing glasses, but it was obviously a bit adorable.

The TV was already on, it was the source of that cheesy jazz from before, so all you had to do was unmute it and browse.

You flipped through a few channels— news, a car ad, more news, football, football, football— until you stumbled on something familiar.

“Did you eat a brain tumor for breakfast?”

“Oh, I love this movie!” you beamed.

“Eh?” he raised an eyebrow, looking up from his book to see what it was.  “I’ve never seen it.”

“What?” you squawked, clearing your throat and quieting down when you realized how unnecessarily loud that had been.  “I-I’m surprised, it seems right up your alley.”

“How’s that?” he frowned.  “It looks like it’s about teenage girls…”

“I mean, it is, but it’s that sort of kitschy-macabre aesthetic,” you explained.  “It’s a dark comedy, you know, social satire.  You’ve really never seen Heathers?”

He shook his head.

“You don’t mind watching it, do you?  This is right near the beginning, I’ll tell you what you’ve missed, i-if you care.”

“If you recommend it, I’m curious,” he agreed, shutting his book and setting it aside, “you can make it a little louder.”

You clicked up the volume a few times, settling into the mattress a little bit more as you smiled to yourself.  “So basically, this girl— her, Winona Ryder— she hangs out with these popular girls, because she can copy anyone’s handwriting.  So they use her for hall passes, doctor’s notes, report cards, you know.  And she met this guy, J.D., but he’s the total opposite of all that.  And a little crazy.”

“Hmm,” Copia smirked.  “And they play croquet?”

“Yeah, you know teenage girls and their croquet,” you joked.  

“Great pate, but I gotta motor if I’m gonna be ready for that party tonight.”

You smiled wider, without realizing it, as the scene changed to the convenience store.  “Oh, see— there’s the guy she likes,” you explained, pointing out Christian Slater.

“Oh, you can tell he’s bad news,” Copia tutted disapprovingly, making you snort.  “Just look at his jacket!”

“I had it so bad for him when I was a kid,” you admitted sheepishly.

“So you like the bad boy type?” he asked with a hesitant sultriness to his tone.

You hadn’t really meant for this line of questioning to come up.  “W-well, no,” you denied, “maybe back then, but not now.”

“Nothing wrong with having a thing for damaged goods,” he chuckled, “and I can’t blame you when they come packaged like that.”

“What about you?  Did you have a crush from a movie when you were younger?”

“Hmm,” he thought aloud, “maybe the Bride of Frankenstein…”

“That’s just like you,” you laughed gently.

After that, the conversation lulled and you focused on watching the movie.  As the party scene went on, you realized you might have made a slight miscalculation in putting on this film: you started to feel a little awkward as the camera followed the outcome of Veronica and J.D.’s strip croquet, the two of them nude and embracing under a blanket, kissing occasionally through their pillow talk conversation.  

Copia didn’t seem to mind it at all, but of course something like that wouldn’t bother him, and certainly not outwardly— it was just you, getting in your own head as per usual.  Still, you caught yourself wondering if he had those racing thoughts that you tended towards, or if his head was just a blank slate, consuming this movie without any concerns of the implications.

For some indescribable reason, you opened your mouth right then and suddenly broke the silence between you: “You don’t have to be so far away.”

He turned to look at you, but you only glanced back at him.  “Would you like if I was closer?” he pressed.

“I just wouldn’t mind it, is all,” you replied.

He smiled a little at you, and for a second you thought he might not actually do it; you were pretty sure you didn’t have the heart to be much more enthusiastic about it if he needed convincing.  But a second later you heard the rustling of the sheets as he scooted up next to you, his side gently settling against yours.  “Would you mind it if I put my arm around you, then?”  he asked, and your heart skipped before you shook your head.

“N-no, go ahead…”

He sighed a little as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, his hand laying gently on your arm yet still feeling so strong as it kept you close.

You had to muster up a little bravery just to adjust yourself, as if moving around even slightly while touching him would create some kind of issue, but you squirmed slightly until you were comfortable.  You couldn’t think of the last time you were this nervous around someone— and for what?  This wasn’t high school— and thank god for that, Heathers certainly wasn’t bringing up any good memories of that time— so you had no reason to be so self-conscious or embarrassed.

Really, it seemed like all you’d wanted was to fulfill some teenage impulse to cuddle while watching a movie.  And there wasn’t anything wrong with that— a husband and wife embracing each other, how scandalous— but it still made you feel a little strange at first.

What shocked you most of all, though, was how comfortable it became after a while… how nice it felt to be held, to be warm, to not be alone.

You watched the movie that way for quite some time, occasionally talking to each other about anything relevant— you appreciated him breaking the silence with questions or reactions, it made it all feel less stiff.  And you were glad more than ever that this was a funny movie, because it felt so good to laugh with him; turns out, an hour of laughing together does more to bond two people than about a week of formal meetings and church services.  You would’ve watched a movie with him sooner if you’d realized that before.

Though your eyes did feel a little heavy as you leaned up against him, your head finding a nice place on his shoulder to rest, you obviously didn’t notice them closing entirely… 

You blinked your eyes open suddenly, lifting your head and looking around at the dark room.  For a moment, you were quite disoriented, trying to remember how you ended up here.

The room was lit only by the sparse city lights outside; you could just barely see him, but your hand was still laying on his chest, as your head had been just a few seconds ago.  “Copia,” you whispered under your breath into the darkness, shaking him gently.

“Mm?” he grunted, stirring and lifting his head a bit.  “Are you alright?”

You tried not to notice the way he sounded while still half-asleep, nor how earnest his concern was for you.  “Did I fall asleep during the movie?”

He didn’t quite laugh, it was too soft of a sound for that— it was more like a sharp exhale through his nose, but somehow you could hear his smile.  “Yes, you did.”

“Did you finish it?” you asked.

“I did.”

“Did you like it?”

“I did,” he repeated, sounding amused.  “It’s not important now, tesoro, you should go back to sleep.”

You shivered when he reached up to rub your shoulder for a moment, despite the fact that you were plenty warm cuddled up to him in bed.  “I-I never brushed my teeth,” you remembered, “I’ll do that now— then I’ll go back to sleep.”

You couldn’t see him in the dark and he didn’t say anything, but as you turned and sat up, pulling the blanket and sheets aside so you could slip out of bed and go to the bathroom, you could tell he was disappointed.  It was the way his hand held onto your shoulder just a little tighter as you tried to go— it was his fingers ghosting over your back, in a way that made it seem like an accident but could’ve been intentional.

Maybe the most obvious thing was when you came back from brushing your teeth to find him turned on his side, facing away from your half of the bed.  Like he wanted to forget you were even there— the bed was big enough, he could if he wanted to.

You didn’t feel great about just laying in bed and going back to sleep, but you didn’t have much choice.  Your side of the bed felt a little cold now, and not in the pleasantly-refreshing way, just in the empty way.

[f1girliefics]

F1 Drivers Morning After - Preferences

Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri x Reader

Warning: mention of smut, virginity

Max Verstappen

You remembered every detail the next morning when you woke up.

You recalled how sweet and sexy he was.

And now, you were still in his arms as you felt him taking in and out steady breaths.

You assumed he was still asleep.

You managed to wiggle out of his hold and put his shirt on before heading to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast.

He soon joined you in the kitchen.

"I wanted to surprise you." he said with a low morning voice as you turned to hug him.

"Looks like this time, I was faster than Max Verstappen himself." you smiled at you.

"You get 1st place. But only this once." he said as he leaned in to kiss you.

Daniel Ricciardo

Danny likes to joke, but nothing about your relationship was a joke to him. He proved that he can be very serious and still have that amazing smile to keep you calm.

Much like how he had done the night before. 

You were very anxious, and you were still a little now, seeing how he seemed to have disappeared.

The door opened and he had a tray in his hands.

"Good morning, beautiful." 

That smile, that damn smile.

As he sat down next to you, kissed your temple and presented the food he made, your worries disappeared.

Carlos Sainz

You woke up to kisses being placed on your shoulder and neck. The tickle made you giggle as you moved or rather tried to.

Carlos had a grip on you, not letting you out of his warmth.

"Morning," he said and you let out a long sigh.

You felt so warm and calm.

You loved this feeling of just being with him.

Charles Leclerc

He knew from day one that you wanted to wait until marriage. And he respected your decision.

He made a promise then that he would be your husband one day.

And yesterday, he became just that.

Your loving husband who made sure you were comfortable as you two made love.

And now, he was holding you close to his chest as you lay in a huge bed. You could hear the ocean from the house you two rented for your honeymoon.

And you swore it couldn't be any more perfect. Seeing him asleep, you watched his features as he slept. 

Lando Norris

You woke up to the cold.

You opened your eyes only to find that your blanket was missing.

Your hazy mind didn't even realize what was going on, all you saw is that the person next to you had taken your blanket and was now sleeping soundly.

You stood up to grab a shirt and pee.

On your way to the bathroom, you nearly ran into a wall.

You were still very sleepy.

But soon, you were in the kitchen getting yourself some water.

This is when you realise what happened.

Images of last night filled your mind as you realized you just had sex with your boyfriend. And he stole your blanket after... nice.

You walked back to the bedroom, Lando still asleep. The clock on the wall was showing 5:40am.

You needed to go back to sleep. The thought that Lando had no work tomorrow and neither did you filled your mind as you realized, you two can stay in bed for as long as you wanted to.

You grabbed a blanket for yourself before moving back to the bed.

You moved close to him and fell asleep to the smell and soft snores of your boyfriend.

Oscar Piastri

You always imagined your first time to be special, and he made sure that it really was. 

You felt special.

And now, you couldn't fall asleep.

You assumed you would be too tired, but somehow, you just couldn't sleep.

Oscar slept soundly right beside you, he was facing you, his hand holding yours.

You soon let out a yawn and fell asleep. 

In the morning you woke up, slowly opening your eyes only to see Oscar looking at you.

You smiled as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand. 

You felt so warm and happy in that moment, you were too scared to move, fearing it would ruin the moment.

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS

[inumakis-boo]

ITAFUSHI .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

⌗ fanfiction synopsis ␥ itadori and fushiguro have had rumors about them being together in secret ever since their first year. of course, they never did anything, but as all things, that changes. friends to lovers x first kiss.

word count - 3,765 // enjoy!

They had heard the rumors for.. a long time.

Of course, friend groups were like that, they both figured. They teased and bullied each other, tickled and argued over the little things. Fickleness and friendship usually went hand in hand.

Maybe it was their own fault, Megumi reasoned. They had become close, and being close friends even within their own friend group was bound to create a joke circle at some point.

It happened first last year, Megumi thinks it was about ice cream he helped wipe off Yuji's cheek with a napkin after many failed attempts at smack it away from the other. They remarked how cute it was, to be so close that the gay was practically seeping in.

Even Yuji laughed.

But it did not end there.

These were good sorcerers, Megumi had to remind himself. They were brave and strong and extremely intelligent with bigger goals than their own heads. They were valuable members of society, and if it wasn't for that, he wouldve spawned Mahoraga a long time ago for the teasing they endured more and more frequently.

It would be something dumb, like remarking how close they were sitting or where they went last night, or even the fact sometimes they got the same dish at a fast-food place, or their shirts were matching, all remarking how nice it was to have such a good 'friend', and that they were so adorable together.

'friend.'

It wasn't until Yuji, being the idiot he was, had fell asleep on his bedroom floor after fiddling around with his new switch, and consequently, had not been seen returning to his room for the rest of the night.

They both didn't realize how bad it looked until they were both arriving at the breakfast table together, and all the third years were looking at them, including Nobara, like they had stumbled on the next best joke for the year.

They had not heard the end of it. Even Gojo suspiously eyed them, of course, not without reassurance that whatever Megumi liked, he would always still be his little gumi.

Meguni daydreamed of watching Mahoraga destroy the entire school.

Yuji.. tended to shrug it all off. He was used to some kind of teasing, he told him at one point, about dating girls and whatever. But he never seemed too phased by their idea that they not only liked each other but might actually be dating or at the very least, should.

That didn't stop them from hanging out though. Megumi figured they were in the right, everyone was wrong, why should he have to abandon his friend to stop them?

Yuji seemed to feel the same way, considering they were sitting together on Yuji's bed, leaning against the wall as they looked out to the rest of the room.

The sunsets colors were gleaming through his curtains, and the littering of colorful posters of anime characters, video games and movies, along with his desk, litered with school books and papers made the room feel.. much more normal than other parts of their day. It felt like he was just a normal teenager in this room, with no weapons or curses lingering nearby.

The smallish tv sat on a dresser, and played some stupid forgotten movie on youtube, and Yuji was still distracted by the game in his hands to care that much time watch it.

Megumi never had such a regular childhood, even in his middle school years with Gojo always lingering around, but he could imagine this was exactly how Yuji liked things in his own bedroom, when he was just a normal Japanese student, and did normal things.

Megumi lazily watched him as his thumbs fiddled with the game, his tongue peeking out between his lips in concentration, and his pink tufts of hair rebelliously stuck in random angles due to the gel that he religiously used every morning. He smiled subconsciously at his game as he took the lead, and Megumi suppressed a smile when he finally raced to the finish line and his character danced.

Yuji let out a sigh of relief and finally stopped hunching over, leaning against the wall aswell and blinking his eyes a few times. Megumi was never really into video games like this, and watching Yuji try to see beyond his ridiculously bright screen did not make it seem worth getting into. Of course, that didn't stop him from taking up a controller when challenged.

"I am so happy it is the weekend," He stretches, and Megumi lays his head back flatly against the wall. "I finally beat this track, and now I can just chill."

"So thats were your priorities lie." Megumi sighs, much to Yujis confusion. "I know you still haven't started your homework."

"I can't hear you-" Yuji whined, feigning ignorance. "I shouldn't be thinking about homework right now! It's supposed to be a relaxing day."

"You always leave homework for sunday night." Megumi is used to scolding his friend by now, and Yuji easily brushes it off without much thought. The games music still plays between them.

"Well, I suppose we couldve studied yesterday-"

"But you decided staying up until midnight and then waking me up to go sit on the roof was a better measure of time."

"Hey," Yuji pouted, "That was fun. Plus, couldn't sleep anyways. You always make me tired."

"Thanks." Megumi deadpanned.

"No problem." Yuji only smiles sarcastically in return.

Megumi doesn't resist this time with a smile, and they both lean back again. The strands of sunlight gleam in through, and project around them as they sit.

Megumi feels normal here.

"Sometimes I can't believe I am actually here." Yuji interrupts. "Like yknow.. I had no idea a world like this was right under my nose, and it feels like forever ago that we started."

We.

"You were clueless back then to what a weapon you really were." Megumi remembers standing on the rooftop with him, ready to commit him to death. It is a sour thought that is quickly abandoned. "You are still the same, but.. not as dumb."

"I think that was you trying to be nice?" A glittering snicker.

"Just a little. Too much goes to your head."

Yuji bumped his shoulder a little hard than he wouldve when they first met, and Megumi only huffed.

"Not like we listen to what anyone says anyways." He can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks.

"Not anymore. Don't you think they are being annoying when they do that?"

"I was talking about that time Nobara gave us one of Inumaki's blunts and promised that it would be okay to smoke it all, then I greened out infront of everyone."

"Sorry, was I supposed to pick out all the other times you have listened to stupid shit and got stupid results or..?" Megumi retorted. "I was talking about-"

"I know what you were saying." Yuji rolls his eyes, and puts his head on a knee, drawn up to his chest as the other laid flat. "I can see how.. guess there are worse things to be said."

Megumi waits as the pink haired boy sighs.

"But yknow.. at the very least, I am happy we still get along. Maybe it is contributing to them thinking that we are hiding something."

"It probably is." It was true. They denied everything but, they never actually stopped hanging out. Yuji was too lighthearted to care that deeply about these things. "It isn't really fair to your reputation."

"Pfft." Yuji laughs, "What reputation? With girls? I don't think I have gone out with a girl since I came here."

Right- most normalcy stopped at the school gate.

"What if you did want to? Youd never hear the end of it-"

"I already don't hear the end of it." He shrugs. "Doesn't really bother me that much. I kinda expected it, for being a high school."

Megumi figured that just because this was special circumstance, didn't mean the teenagers that attended acted much differently than those living regular lives. He tried his best to not compare.

"It's.. I just thought it would bother you more." The raven hair offers his confusion up, eyes looking back to the other. Yuji characteristically shrugs.

"I mean.." He seems to focus on the tv, but he can tell he isnt paying much attention. "Sometimes I kinda wonder where they get the idea from.. but it makes sense, if they don't really see it."

Megumi wants to say something, but he continues. "Like.. of course we hang out and I burrow your stuff and sneak out. Thats what friends do."

"I think it is because we don't really do it with anyone else."

"Its not like I don't. We just.. do it together more often than everyone else." Yuji rests his knee now, and sits up straighter again. "I.. like hanging out with you. Honestly, I was worried for a second."

He didn't like the sound of that. It was unlike him to worry about anything, other than typical shit.

"What were you worried about?"

"Well, uh." Yuji shifts his console out of the way from his reach, and puts his hands on his knees. "You aren't the drama type. You never seemed like the type of person to deal with that stuff."

"I try not to get involved."

"Right." Yuji confirms, "So.. I thought maybe to get it to end, you would not really want to hang out or whatever. To get away from it."

Megumi had honestly had not considered it. Even since watching him die and then resurrecting almost two years ago, he knew by then if had the chance, he wanted to stick around. Leaving his friendship, maybe his only friendship behind for some lazy gossip didn't make much sense to him.

"The gossip wasn't coming from you." Megumi tried to reason. "It isn't our fault. Why would I blame you?"

"I don't.. know." He cracks an unsure smile, the type with words behind it, but still, assured. "I don't know why I would have thought that. I guess it seemed like something that could happen."

"You don't think that high of me, huh?"

Yuji practically whips his head around, even though Megumi was slightly joking, he supposed he didn't reveal his tone enough to the other, as Yuji shifted closer with a pouting expression.

"Nono! It isn't that, I-I.." He grunts. "I just wouldn't have blamed you if you did, it isn't fair. I know it bothers you."

"Itadori, I honestly.. tune most of it out." Megumi states rather fairly, "And whatever does bother me, isn't worth stop being your friend over. It's all kinda stupid. Especially when Gojo decides to do it."

That makes the other lose his panicked face to something a little closer to what Megumi is used to seeing- a smile and a fresh breath of release.

"I makes me happy to know that.. I guess I was being just as stupid, thinking that stuff. I am really glad to be your friend."

Then Yuji turns his smiling face away, and Megumi can feel his heart strings tug, despite his smile. He wants to reassure him, even though with anyone else, this conversation would've been ignored.

The room now turns to a magenta pink to match the sky outside, muted only by the curtains. When Megumi registered it instead of following his thoughts, it made Yuji's hair even pinker than it was, and it looked nice to touch. Of course, he had before, but just appreciating his presence, wasn't wrong either.

"I am happy to be your friend too."

Megumi speaks up, as Yuji looks towards their four feet down the bed. "I.. guess I never thought I had to tell you. But, I haven't really had ever the time for friends or even go out much. You made time for that, and encouraged me, no matter if I thought I was dumb. I.. always have a good time with you."

When Yuji looks up at him finally, the first thing Megumi notices is his eyes. They are the same kind ones from all the days before, but focused in on Megumi kinda made his chest feel lighter, full of air. They are accompanied with a smile, classic Yuji optimism shining through with his red cheeks and haze, it almost makes you want to smile too. Megumi does- he stopped resisting the charm months ago.

Then he notices how close they are. Their faces, only a few inches apart as their heads lean on the cool wall. Megumis head was straight forward, but he angles to get a better look.

Yuji seems to be taking in Megumi too, and it feels nonsensecal- they have looked at each other many times over, in photos and in drawings, sitting together at the opposite sides of a desk at lunch, in combat. Megumi couldn't tell if this was a different kind of looking, if it was wrong or right, if it made sense too.

Megumi, for what feels like the first time, wants to fill the silence. He wants to say more, how he appreicates him, how he felt in the months that he believed him dead, how he hopes that he can live, despite all the bonds over his head waiting for his death, how much he cares, how much he would never let some stupid highschoolers take away all that meaning.

Yuji seems focused, even with his precious switch on the bed somewhere and the tv playing something stupid as it flashes light on their faces, he isnt paying attention to any of it other than his friend infront of him. Megumi can feel his heart beating, and it feels..

"I am glad that we-"

Yuji doesn't tune into what he says before he leans up and presses his lips onto the others, and the air in Megumis chest releases, like a bow string snapping, and he only then realizes it was tension- that is all second to Yuji though, torso turned and face tilted, his soft lips pushing against Megumis slightly chapped ones. Megumi cant move, can't even breathe, as he feels the other so softly.

Yuji catches this nonmovement and slowly parts from him, but the missing touch suddenly feels wrong- Megumis arms had no desire to pull him away, nor could be convienced to by any rational thought. Looking at the other open his eyes, yet finding no panic or worry behind him, only calmness, like it was natural, like it shouldve been normal this entire time- glittering warm eyes, and open lips.

Fuck it.

Megumi's hand reached out to touch Yujis arm, and in one swift movement, leaned down to kiss him, slotting his lips between his effortlessly, and with no compliants from Yuji.

Yuji..

God, all his thoughts had never not been about him.

His skin is soft, and he can feel the edges of scars where they once were, and feeling Yujis other hand sit on Megumi chest could have been a ploy to rip out his heart, but Megumi honestly wouldn't have even cared because Yuji simply felt so good to kiss.

It was soft and sweet and warm, and the same feeling he had when riding his bike with him at dawn or sharing a snowcone that somehow gets on Yujis uniform, or sitting next to him at movie nights, rushed him all at once.

He didn't want to part and talk anymore however- they had done enough of that, and Megumi had no more room for any more logical agreements on how they were or what they were.

It was all taken up by feeling Yuji's tongue sweep across his lips and Megumi not giving it any thought than to accept it, opening his mouth to allow the other in, and the feeling the pads of Yujis fingers at the base of his neck as he pulls him in closer, while exploring the soft raven-head of hair that he was seen looking at just a moment ago.

Megumi had never had anyone touch him like this before, and it was thrilling that Yuji wanted to run his fingers through his hair as his arms leaned on the tops of his shoulders, to lean closer and closer until Megumi could feel his chest rising and falling against his own.

Megumi can feel the surge of heat travel down his body, and he almost wants to shut it all down before things get too out of hand, before Yuji decides that this was a mistake, but the little noises coming out of him flushes those thoughts down the drain.

He trusted Yuji.

Megumi feels the desire to have him closer, and it is enacted immediately, his hands that were being rather useless now curled around his hip to help him, and Yuji quickly gets the memo; by putting his leg on the other side of his lap, settling himself neatly down ontop of it.

Fuck, this was happening.

Yuji looked at him with the flush on his cheeks, his lips a pink hue he could've made his favorite color right then, and hands leaving his neck to touch his chest, rubbing up and down, as the pressure on Megumis lap was going to really make mistakes happen.

They both pull together like magnents until they are just merely a breaths away, the familiar smile with a hint of flirtation now spread across Yuji's face. Megumi smiled in return, yet his eyes flickered between his lips and his fluttering eyelashes.

Maybe it was a wake-up call, really. They had spent all these years, not even realizing what they looked like to everyone else, so oblivious.

Just like now, too oblivious to notice Yuji's phone had been buzzing on the carpet (of course, because it was the weekend, turned to dnd) and now, only being made aware once the knob of the door turned and the silver haired man stood in the doorway- with his two students all over each other, so clueless until right now, as Yuji was made wide-eyed and nearly about to come off from his best friends lap, while Megumi stiflied the need to absolutely burn up in anger and embarssment.

Gojo made such a face, lips pursed tightly and his shades on the top of his head, falling to the bridge of his nose after a second of silence.

"Is Itadori in his room?" Someone asked down the hall- fuck, it must have been dinner time, how could he be so stupid?

After two or three more moments of an unclear silence, Gojo musters up whatever braincells left in his brain to fake peer into the room, totally avoiding them, before looking down the hall to whomever. "Nah. 'Gumi wasn't in his room either. They probably went out on a date or something."

Was that really necessary?

"Wouldn't be surprised. It would be about time they realized they are into each other- we can only give so many hints."

Gojo flashed a smile, and kicked the door closed, not looking back to the two sorcerers, now lazily ontop of each other as they stare down the door.

By whatever means, it gets locked as Gojos slippers walk down the hall and some fading conversation.

They didn't move until a moment after, and instantly, he can feel Yuji vibrating almost. He tears off frustrated eyes off the door up to Yuji, hunched over and knees touching as he sits in the middle of his legs, no longer pressing against him. His lips are squeezed together as he seems to be holding back. His cheeks are red, and eyes shut as he cusps a hand over his mouth.

"H-Hey." Megumi says, and it comes out thick sounding. "What is so funny..?"

Yuji can barely stop laughing for just a second to say what happened, and even then, hiccups the entire way.

He sniffles, trying so hard to stop. "We are.. fucking dumb..! I was so scared when he opened the door, his face!"

The idea of them being right the entire time isn't nearly as funny, but knowing they did what was expected of them anyways was in retrospect, even more so when you realize the entire time, they had been into each other and yet, everyone else could tell but them.

They were so stupid.

Megumi has to hold back a snicker, but the more Yuji laughs, and says how scared he was, that is the kicker for him, and he can't control his laughter either. The complete surprise on his face nearly makes up for how pissed he probably would've been if Yuji didn't say just how ridiculous it all was.

Soon, they fill the room with laughter, poking at each other as Yuji makes the same face as Gojo, and somehow it is like all those times Yuji regonized the joy in seemingly everything without effort, even here.

Yuji was still Yuji.

He was still his best friend.

Megumi didn't want to play the game anymore, as he watched the echos of the pink haired boy laugh, now wiping his eyes from the tears. He didn't want to give up any of this, even if they were going to be made fun of or teased for years on end. He hoped he could hear it forever, if this is the reward.

"So.." Megumi finds himself saying, and he can barely believe it. "What about this date?"

Yuji smiles, and this time, it warms his whole body up, especially as his hands reach up again to hold his shoulders.

"There is a showing of Human Earthworm 5 tonight.."

"Not even kissing you would convince me to go see that."

"Man youre no fun, I thought that would work." He pouts playfully.

"I don't think I can be that stupid to actually go watch that." Megumi crosses his arms, to spite the boy sitting between his legs.

"I don't know.." Yuji teases, but his hand snakes down to cross their fingertips together. "I think we qualify enough to go see it."

Megumi tries to deny the smile that wants to form on his face, but like everything else, it happens anyway. He sighs in defeat, but not without a begrudging smile along with.

"Should we leave infront of everyone or through the window?"

"What kind of choas would it be if we left infront of everyone?" Yuji squeezed his fingers between his.

"Alot..

Megumi leans his head against the wall again..

But I don't care."

Yuji looks just as carefree, as if he had been waiting for this since their first year.

"I wish we stopped caring sooner."

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed this! i wanted to write a first kiss x being caught type of thing, and i am so happy i am finally putting it up. i love taking requests as well.

art credits @kaa05n2 on twitter for the banner and @kingadi97 for giving me inspo a million years ago :p

bye pookies !

[fartfather]

Ok hear me out. Readers x satosugu but reader and gojo or geto giving gojo or geto head together 😫😮‍💨

Audience of One pt.4

Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Word count: 6.8k

Series Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.

pt.4 info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, threesome/throuple, cuck Gojo, hair pulling, wrist restraints (on reader) w use of safe word, praise/degradation kink, begging, pet names (princess, baby, angel, etc), porn w plot, Gojo x reader giving Geto head

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

˚₊ · »-♡→ Shoutout to Anon for this ask (I hope it tickles your pickle ;) + @geoisoffline for requesting more fluff. I didn't realize how much I was craving fluff with this trio until I began writing this part out

Also if you’re a slut for Nanami you should check out my other series (Un)Welcome Problem

"Hey, Suguuu," Gojo sang out, leaning back in his chair, his legs propped up on the table.

"What?" Geto answered, not looking up from his book.

"You wanna see something funny?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"No," Geto replied, not looking up from his book.

Gojo ignored his answer and skipped over to him. He pulled out his phone, holding it out to obscure his view of the book. He was scrolling through his camera roll, which had dozens of photos of you and Geto asleep from this morning. Most of them unflattering.

"Look at these!" Gojo laughed, shoving his phone in front of Geto.

Geto sighed and took the phone from him, his eyes widening when he saw the photo. "Satoru, why would you take a picture of me drooling in my sleep?!" He scolded, turning to his friend.

Gojo couldn't help but laugh, "Because it's hilarious!"

You walked in from the kitchen, coffee cup in hand and eyebrows raised from the commotion. It had been three weeks since that first night, and things were going surprisingly smooth. "What are you two doing?" You asked, sipping your drink.

"I'm showing Suguru pictures of him drooling," Gojo snickered, "he's very upset."

Geto scowled, pulling the back of Gojo's blindfold and releasing it to smack back on his head like a rubber band. The sight of Gojo's dramatic reaction made both of you laugh.

"Hey!" Gojo exclaimed, "That was rude! It's not my fault you're drooling like a dog."

"I'm not a dog, idiot," Geto said, turning back to his book, "and even if I was, I'd still have better manners than you."

Walking over, you shook your head and giggled at their antics. "Scooch over, I want to see them, too,"

Gojo immediately pulled his legs off the coffee table and opened his arms, inviting you into his lap. "Come here, beautiful," he smirked.

You smiled and climbed into his lap, snuggling up close. Though, your smile was short lived, it faded as Gojo swiped though the pictures he took this morning. Is that one of just your nostrils?- What the fuck. "Oh, ew," you cringed, "why do you have so many pictures of me drooling, and sleeping!" complaining, you pushed his phone away.

"Hey, what's wrong with it?" Gojo asked, pouting, "I like looking at them, they're cute. Like this one- look how pretty you are, even in your sleep."

"Baby- I look like I'm dead in that one, you can't be serious." You groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

Gojo chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, "More like drop dead gorgeous," he smiled brightly.

"You're the worst," you mumbled, leaning into him, "at least delete some of them."

He shook his head, ignoring your request, and turned his phone to Geto, who was sitting across from you two. "See? Isn't she cute?"

Geto laughed, his eyes crinkling as a smile formed on his face. “Yeah I like that one much better than the one of me,” You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on Gojo's chest, sighing as you relaxed. "Are you still tired?" Geto asked, closing his book and turning to you, his hand finding its way onto your thigh.

"Yeah," you yawned, "but I can't go back to sleep, it’s already too late in the day.” The sun was bright out and it was nearing lunchtime, you'd slept in later than usual.

"Well, then we'll have to make sure you stay awake," Gojo teased, his hand slowly trailing up your waist. You were wearing one of his shirts, a baggy crewneck that hung loosely over you along with a pair of his boxers as shorts. Geto smirked and leaned forward, close enough for him to caress your thigh, rubbing circles into your skin, "any ideas, Sugu?" Gojo asked, looking at Geto.

"Hmm," he hummed, his hand moving higher, "a few." You could feel your face heat up, and a small shiver ran down your spine.

"Oh?" Gojo questioned, raising an eyebrow, "Like what?"

Geto leaned forward, his hand traveling up your thigh and stopping on your hip, his fingers dipping just underneath the waistband of your shorts. "I was thinking," he began, his voice low, "that maybe," he cut himself off when your lips met in a heated kiss.

Gojo smiled and watched as your lips moved in sync. You sighed, your body relaxing into Gojo's touch as he held you close, Geto's hand was now on the inside of your thigh, just grazing against the sensitive skin.

Geto pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "Maybe what?" Gojo pressed, wanting Geto to finish his thought.

"Maybe we could..." Geto trailed off, his lips ghosting against yours, until he pulled away and sat in his previous spot against the armrest of the couch with his arms crossed and a smug smirk, "go into the city today? I’m almost done with my book and wanna pick up a new one.”

Gojo's jaw dropped and your face heated with wide eyes. "Really, Suguru?!" Gojo exclaimed, speaking for the both of you as you were left speechless, "That's what you're going to say? Are you kidding me?"

Geto laughed and shrugged, "What?" he asked, feigning innocence, "I thought it was a good idea. It's rare we go into the city just to go and not to deal with any curses."

Gojo groaned, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, "You're unbelievable,"

"Well, it's settled then," Geto said, standing up and walking towards the hallway, "we'll go into the city! We can even go to that cute bookstore that you like- the one that has free tea,"

Gojo rolled his eyes as a smile crept up, he couldn't argue with free tea, "Okay, fine," he sighed, "let's get ready."

You stood up and walked over to Geto, giving him a playful glare, "Don't think taking me to that bookstore is going to make me forget about your shenanigans," you poked him in the side, earning a laugh from him.

"I'll make it up to you tonight," Geto promised, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss on your temple.

"Good," you replied, smiling and leaning into his embrace, "come on, let's leave in like 30 minutes?"

Gojo nodded and the three of you split up, going to get ready for your outing.

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Gojo's driver dropped you three off downtown. The streets were busy and bustling with people and cars, a stark contrast from your normal quiet and secluded life at the school. Geto linked his arm with yours and Gojo followed close behind, looking at all the shops and restaurants.

You walked down a few blocks and finally made it to the bookstore you three had went there for. The small shop was dimly lit and had floor to ceiling shelves full of books. After you were greeted by the cashier, the three of you separated into your desired sections.

You were on a mission, worked your way through the shelves, hoping to pick up the next issue in your favorite series. After a few minutes of skimming through the aisles, you stumbled upon Geto. He smiled, putting down the books he was examining. "Hi, stranger," he greeted, leaning down to peck a kiss on your cheek.

You closed your eyes as his lips met your skin. He placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer. "Hi," you replied with a wide smile, the spot he had kissed tingling.

His head tilted slightly as he looked down at you with a fond smile, a strand of his black hair falling from its place, "Found what you were looking for?" He asked, leaning back on the bookcase.

"Almost, I can't seem to find the last book in that series I'm reading," you said, letting out a frustrated sigh.

He laughed and reached above your head, taking down the novel that you were searching for. "You mean this one?" He asked, placing the book in your hand. You had talked his ear off about the previous books, so it was no surprise that he recognized the book you were searching for.

"Oh my god," you laughed, shaking your head, "thank you!" Geto smiled and watched as you excitedly flipped through the pages

"You're welcome, sweet girl," he hummed, ruffling your hair. He picked up his own stack of books and turned back to you. "Wanna go look for Toru?"

"Yeah," you nodded, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together, "Let's find him and make sure he hasn’t gotten himself into too much trouble."

You wandered through the store, looking for Gojo. Geto was telling you about the books he'd picked out and was explaining how the plot was progressing, and how he was excited to see the direction the author would take the storyline. God, you could listen to him talk all day.

As you looked, though, you had trouble finding Gojo. He was nowhere to be found. “We’ve checked through all the aisles, where is he?” Geto asked, obviously annoyed with the searching. You opened your mouth and were about to answer, but a familiar groan sounded out throughout the store.

Turning around, you two knew that it came from the lounge area in the corner of the store. The cushioned benches were filled with a mismatch of people reading or chatting quietly. You and Geto walked over, scanning the seating for your missing boyfriend.

And there he was.

In deep focus, Gojo sat, playing a game of chess with a child who was no older than 12. A cheeky smile spread across your lips, and Geto let out a sigh and shook his head. The two of you moved next to Gojo, who was scowling down at the kid through his sunglasses.

"Toru, what are you doing?" You laughed, sitting beside him on the bench.

"Shh shh shh- I need to focus," Gojo grumbled, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“You’re losing,” Geto said after looking at the pieces, sitting beside you on a sofa that gave you two a good view of the game.

"You think I don't know that?" He snapped, waving his hand. You and Geto exchanged a glance, "Rude," You snorted.

"How did you even get caught up in this?" Geto asked, chuckling.

"I came over here to pour myself some tea, and this little gremlin challenged me to a game of chess," Gojo explained, moving his knight forward, “Didn’t think I’d be up against a child prodigy or something,” he grumbled under his breath. You and Geto just laughed, finding his frustration entertaining.

A short while later, the game was finished, and Gojo lost spectacularly. "Ha! Check mate!" The kid exclaimed, throwing his arms up in celebration as Gojo stared at the board with his jaw dropped.

"What- How?" Gojo grumbled, tilting his head as he inspected the pieces.

You and Geto were laughing, enjoying the show. "Aww are you okay, baby?" You teased, placing a hand on his shoulder

He shot you a glare. "No, shut up," he grumbled.

"Aww, it's okay, Toru," Geto said, smirking. "You can't win them all, you know?"

Gojo sat up from the chair and rolled his eyes, “I let him win,” he mumbled, waving the child off. You and Geto chuckled, standing up as well. "Suuuure," Geto chuckled.

You took Gojo's hand and gave it a small squeeze as the three of you walked to pay for the books. "Whatever," he sighed, looking over his shoulder for one last glance at the board.

After checking out, you stopped to get lunch before going back home. You three chose a restaurant that had patio seating so you could enjoy the nice weather. You sat between Gojo and Geto, smiling brightly as you chatted and ate. "This is so nice," you sighed, leaning back in your seat, "thank you for taking me out,"

"Of course," Geto said, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair.

"Anytime, baby," Gojo added, leaning over and pecking a kiss on your cheek.

You three talked for a while longer and enjoyed the nice weather. The breeze was cool and the sun was shining brightly. After your delicious meal, Gojo paid the bill and you three decided to walk around the city for a little while longer.

"Where are we headed to next?" Geto asked, holding your hand and swinging it playfully as you walked. "Hmm," you hummed, thinking for a moment, "what about we find something sweet?" you asked looking up at him with a coy smile.

Gojo's ears perked up, "Like candy?" He asked, walking over to your side, "or pastries?"

"Ooh yes," you nodded, "either sounds great,"

"Pastries it is!" Gojo exclaimed, taking your other hand and walking ahead, pulling you and Geto behind him.

Geto laughed and shook his head, "Toru, slow down," he called out, "you're going to make us trip."

Gojo slowed down his pace, but still tugged you and Geto along behind him. After a short walk, Gojo found the bakery that he had in mind. The sweet aroma of vanilla and sugar hit you three as soon as you opened the door. The three of you ordered a variety of goodies and decided to save them for later.

Gojo took them and placed them in a to-go box, and Geto paid for your order.

"Thank you, Sugu," you smiled, giving Geto a kiss on the cheek.

"Anything for you, sweet girl," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, "Alright, let's go home," he added, taking the box from Gojo's hand.

Gojo nodded and you three exited the shop, "I'll call my driver, I'm sure he's nearby," he said, pulling out his phone.

You nodded and the three of you waited for the car to arrive. Gojo's driver arrived shortly, and you three hopped in the backseat. "We're heading home," Gojo informed the driver.

When the three of you made it back home, Geto headed to the kitchen and you and Gojo made your way to the couch. Gojo fell onto the cushions and immediately stretched out, his head landing in your lap.

He hummed, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. You smiled and giggled, running a hand through his hair, "So pretty," You mumbled, scratching his scalp. He groaned and pushed into your touch, like a dog craving affection.

He wanted to say something smart back at you but couldn't find any words as you ran your fingernails through his hair, his mind instantly melting into jelly. Pleased with the reaction, you were more than happy to indulge him.

To both of your pleasant surprise, Geto joined as well, coming behind you to lean over the back of the couch, looping his arms around your shoulders. Leaning into the crook of your neck he whispered against your ear, “I have tea brewing in the kitchen for us, is there anything else you’d want?” His voice is like honey, silky smooth and laced with unspoken intentions.

"Oh?" You gasped, your voice suddenly high pitched and brittle. The simple act of his voice alone put butterflies in your stomach and made your spine tingle, instantly bringing you to a world of desire, "How thoughtful," You added, your cheeks warming.

He laughed and his mouth found its place on the side of your neck, his teeth and tongue grazing your skin, "Mmm, just tell me, princess. Anything you want." He hummed, Gojo's eyes fluttering open, his head still in your lap.

The devotion in his voice and the way his hands moved to squeeze at your sides had your knees weak. Gojo watched from your lap and smirked, "Sugu, stop distracting her, we still need to hear what she wants," he teased, his eyes flicking between you and Geto.

"You're right, my apologies," Geto chuckled, pulling away and kissing your head, "Go ahead, angel. What's on your mind?"

Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you shifted slightly in your seat. “What if you made that pho again for dinner later- the one you made last week. It was really good, right, Toru?” You asked, looking down at Gojo.

Gojo's face lit up and he sat up, nodding, "Yes! Please,"

Geto smiled and pressed a kiss on your cheek, "Done," he said, making his way to the kitchen, a little more enthusiastic about cooking than usual.

"Thank you!" You giggled, "Your food is amazing, Suguru," you called after him, a bright smile on your face.

"You can thank me later, sweet girl," he winked, chuckling.

You grabbed the remote, flipping the television onto a channel, settling on a show you’ve watched countless times. As the episode started, Gojo immediately laid back down, his head once again rested on your lap. He rubbed his cheek on your thighs and his hands splayed across your legs. You ran your nails through his hair, caressing his face with the other hand. He closed his eyes and hummed, taking in all of the attention.

“Hey,” you scrunched Gojo’s hair playfully to get his attention, “I was thinking,” you started, making Gojo raise a questioning eyebrow, You cleared your throat and continued, "So... about thanking Sugu later- I think it would be fun for both of us to show him our appreciation… together?” you traced your fingertips over Gojo's cheekbone, stroking lightly.

Gojo chuckled and raised his eyebrows, his bright blue eyes meeting yours, "Oh?" He grinned, looking up at you, "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" He asked, smirking, "Tell me, what did you have in mind?"

You shrugged and bit the inside of your cheek nervously, “I dunno- you, me… on our knees… in front of him…?” You raised an eyebrow in question at Gojo, questioning if this would actually be something he'd consider. The slow smile that grew on his face should have been an answer in itself, but you'll always want to hear him speak his thoughts to affirm them.

His fingers rubbed small circles on your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours, "Mm, I like the sound of that," he said, looking up at you suggestively, his voice low and serious. "Would you like that too, hmm? Me, holding your pretty little wrists together, the pair of us sucking his dick, worshipping every inch," Gojo paused and his tongue darted out, wetting his lips, "You would look so beautiful like that, baby, his cum spilling out of your pretty little mouth.”

A smirk rose to his lips as he delivered his speech. You stayed silent, stunned at his forwardness. “Mm? Is that what you have planned in that beautiful head of yours?"

"God, you're so hot when you talk like that," you managed to sigh out, more breathily than you anticipated.

Releasing his grasp on your thigh, Gojo moved his hand to your face, gently lifting your chin. The two of you locked eyes and he leaned forward, his face coming closer to yours. "Does that mean I'm right?" He teased, watching your every move.

Nodding slightly, you answered, a nervous flutter tickled your stomach. "I just- want to make him feel good," you whispered, cupping his cheek, "and share that with you..."

"Well," Gojo smiled, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek, "then that's exactly what we should do."

You bit your lip, looking to meet his beautiful blue eyes. Just as your lips were about to brush his in a soft, gentle embrace, a laughter from behind pulled you from your trance.

"Oh? Are we telling secrets now?" Geto mused, walking into the room with a tray of steaming tea. Gojo pulled away quickly and rolled his eyes, "Actually, we were having a very serious conversation."

"Oh, of course," Geto chuckled, setting the tray down on the coffee table, "I forgot you're the most serious person in the world. And what would this serious conversation be?" He teased, handing you a mug.

"It was about- uh," Gojo stumbled looking around the room, trying to come up with an excuse, "World peace!" he grinned at Geto, like it was actually believable.

You rolled your eyes and almost palmed your forehead. Geto raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing his friend. He sat down beside you and smirked, "World peace, huh? Interesting. I would have never guessed."

"Yeah! We were talking about the economy and how fucked it is," Gojo continued, gesturing wildly, "Someone should really get on top of that!"

You and Geto shared a look, and both had to stifle a laugh.

"Really? Is that so?" Geto chuckled, sipping his tea.

"Yep!" Gojo replied, popping the 'p', "That's why I'm going to run for prime minister next election, and you two are going to be my first ladies!"

At this point, you couldn't hold back your laughter, Geto joined in, almost choking on his tea. Gojo crossed his arms and pouted, "Hey! Stop laughing, I'm being serious. I could totally be prime minister!"

You and Geto were practically crying from laughing so hard.

"You two are so impossible," Gojo mumbled, turning away from you. Geto wiped a tear from his eye and tried to catch his breath. "You're right, Satoru," he chuckled, "we're sorry. Please continue your very important serious conversation,"

Gojo stuck his tongue out at him, "Keep up this attitude and you won't be my first lady," he grumbled.

Geto couldn't hold back his laugh, "Oh, no. How will I live?"

"I hate you," Gojo sighed, shaking his head with a smile beginning to show.

"No, you don't," you giggled, taking his hand in yours.

Gojo looked at you and rolled his eyes, sighing, "No, I don't," he admitted.

"Come here," you smiled, pulling him closer to you. Geto set his mug down and scooted closer as well, draping his arm over your shoulder. Gojo cuddled into your side, his head resting on your chest. The three of you nestled together, cuddling closely, and watching television.

After a few episodes finished, Geto got up and made his way to the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner and you followed after trying to convince him to let you help. "Sweet girl, you go back and relax- you don't need to lift a finger," Geto smiled, ruffling your hair.

"But I want to help!" You protested, grabbing his arm, "Please, Sugu,"

He sighed and shook his head, "Fine, you can help me cut the vegetables, but nothing else, okay?" You smiled and nodded, "Okay, deal,"

"Toru!" Geto called, turning to the living room, "Go set the table!"

"Coming!" Gojo yelled back, stretching as he got up from the couch.

You giggled and Geto pulled you into his chest from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist. "What's so funny, hmm?" He asked, squeezing your sides.

You squealed and squirmed in his arms, "Nothing, I'm just happy," you giggled craning your head back to look at him.

"Mmm, you're adorable," Geto chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple.

You blushed and nuzzled into his chest, "Thank you,"

Gojo entered the kitchen and rolled his eyes, "Ugh, I leave for five seconds and you're already all over each other," he whined, a pout on his lips, "why can't I get any attention?"

Turning to him, you laughed and shook your head. "Come here, you can help me with the veggies," you held your arms out, inviting him into your embrace.

Gojo didn't hesitate to scoop you up from Geto's hold, hugging you tightly. "Good," he smirked, burying his face into your chest, "Much better,"

"Toru, you better actually help her chop the vegetables," Geto scolded, placing an extra knife on the cutting board.

"Of course!" Gojo replied with a salute and set you down, taking a spot beside you.

Once Geto finished cooking, the three of you enjoyed the meal together, laughing, joking, and teasing.

"God, this is so good," Gojo hummed, shoveling another bite into his mouth.

"Thank you," Geto replied, "glad you enjoy it."

"This is amazing, Sugu," you smiled, taking a sip of your drink, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of your cooking,"

"Thank you, baby," Geto smiled, rubbing your thigh, "that's very sweet of you,"

"It's the truth," you giggled, "Toru agrees, don't you?"

Gojo nodded enthusiastically while slurping up the long noodles.

"Well, thank you both," Geto chuckled, continuing to eat.

Once the three of you finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen, Geto insisted on doing the dishes. "No, Toru and I can do them!" you said, grabbing a dish towel and opening the cabinet.

"No, no," Geto replied, gently pushing you away from the sink, "Toru can dry," he handed Gojo a dish rag, "but you go and relax. You helped me enough during dinner."

"Sugu, I-"

"Sweet girl," Geto interrupted, "go. Relax. You've had a busy day," When you looked to Gojo for some assistance, he proved to be no help. Instead, he gave you a big grin that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and took the towel from your hands and draped it over his shoulder.

Sighing, you knew that there was no point in arguing, so you turned on your heel and left to the bedroom.

When you walked in, you realized a quick shower sounded nice. So you stripped out of your clothes, turning the water on. Once the water was nice and warm, you stepped in, letting the water wash over you. After you finished showering, you walked out of the bathroom in your makeshift towel dress.

At the same time, the two boys we're just walking into the bedroom, finishing their clean up duties. Gojo and Geto couldn't help but stop and stare as you walked into the bedroom, water dripping down your skin, your damp hair framing your face, and a towel that barely covered you.

"Holy shit," Geto mumbled, his eyes trailing up and down your body.

"You're so beautiful," Gojo added, his eyes wide, practically glued to you.

You blushed, feeling their gaze on you. "Thanks," you smiled, giggling at their reactions, "I'm just gonna throw some pajamas on," You added, walking over to the closet.

Gojo and Geto exchanged a look and both shook their heads. "No you're not," Gojo said, crossing his arms.

"Not yet at least," Geto added, smirking, "Why cover up when we're just going to take them off of you?"

You stopped in your tracks, feeling your face heat up. "Oh?" You squeaked, looking back at the pair.

"Mhm," Geto hummed, walking over to you and taking your hand, "Unless you're not interested, which is completely fine."

Your eyes widened and you looked up at him shaking your head, "No I am interested, in fact-" you looked behind Geto to Gojo and gestured for him to come closer, "That’s what Toru and I were talking about earlier."

Geto raised an eyebrow, smiling, "Oh were you now?" He asked, pulling you closer.

"We were," Gojo added, stepping beside Geto, his hand finding its way to your waist, "and we've decided that we want to show you how much we appreciate you,"

Geto smirked, "Is that so?" He asked, leaning forward, his forehead resting against yours.

"Mhm," you hummed, placing a hand on his chest, "will you let us?", slowly, you began to slide your hand down until it rested just above his waistband, "please?"

"How could I say no to such a pretty girl," Geto hummed, leaning down to place a kiss on your neck, "especially when she asks so nicely."

You shivered as his lips met your skin. Gojo stepped closer, his hand moving from your waist, slowly trailing down the curve of your hips until it reached the hem of the towel. With a tug, it dropped from your body, leaving you bare, sans the droplets that still peppered your skin.

"Sit on the bed for us, Sugu," Gojo said, looking up at his friend, "We'll take care of you, I promise."

Geto nodded and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you. Gojo's hand moved to the small of your back, gently leading like a dog and a lamb.

Kneeling down, you were at the perfect level. Your hand lifted to gently palm Geto through his pants, earning a groan. You smiled up at him, Gojo's hand encouraging you to continue. Geto was already straining against his pants.

"Excited are we?" Gojo asked, kneeling down beside you. Geto only groaned, bucking his hips forward, seeking your touch. Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist and guided you forward, Geto's legs spreading to accommodate the two of you. Slowly, you undid his belt and unraveld it from the loops, dropping it between you and Gojo.

As your fingers continued with the button and zipper of the pants Geto tugged off his shirt, meanwhile, Gojo grabbed the belt and narrowed his eyes while turning it.

After you undid the zipper you were about to pull down his pants, but your hands paused mid-air from Gojo's voice, "Put your hands behind your back," he commanded, voice low.

Your hands immediately dropped, the command sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Turning to Gojo, you complied, your hands reaching behind you and clasping together. He wrapped the belt around your wrists, securing them together.

"You remember our word still right?" Gojo asked, pressing a kiss on your temple.

"Yes- blue." you nodded, testing the restraints to make sure it wasn't too tight.

"Good girl," Gojo hummed, gently petting your head.

Geto was watching the exchange with lidded eyes. He couldn't help but feel more aroused from watching you so obediently follow Gojo's commands.

Gojo turned his attention back to Geto, "Now, where were we?" He asked, helping you pull down Geto's pants.

With his cock springing free from the confines of his pants, he was already rock hard, precum leaking from the tip.

"Look how excited he is for us," Gojo smirked, taking Geto's length in his hand and giving it a slow, firm pump.

"Fuck," Geto groaned, bucking his hips into Gojo's hand.

"So eager," Gojo teased, pumping him again, this time even slower. Shifting your weight forward, you pressed a soft kiss onto the inside of his right thigh. Geto moaned, his eyes trained on you. Slowly, you kissed up his leg, moving closer and closer to his throbbing cock.

Gojo's hand continued to stroke Geto slowly, the anticipation killing him. Before you could reach where he wanted you, you moved your lips to the opposite side, starting all over. Geto whined, bucking his hips, but Gojo's free hand shot to his hip, holding him in place.

"Patience," Gojo tutted, slowing his pumps even more.

"Toru, please," Geto groaned, his head falling back, "just let her suck me already- or you suck me, or at least jerk me off faster."

Gojo chuckled and shook his head, "So impatient. Do you deserve it?"

"Yes," Geto hissed, his fists balling up.

"Toru, be nice," you pouted, looking up at Gojo, "he deserves it,"

Gojo sighed and smiled, "Go ahead, babygirl," he hummed, keeping his grip around the base of Geto's cock.

You lifted yourself onto the tops of your knees and were about to capture the tip in your mouth when Gojo unraveled his hand around Geto's cock and pushed his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. Your eyes widened, surprised from the action, but you opened your mouth and Gojo's fingers immediately went deeper.

"Get them nice and wet, baby," Gojo hummed, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth, "good girl, just like that."

Geto watched with lustful eyes, Gojo's fingers disappearing and reappearing from your lips. After a moment, Gojo pulled his fingers out and moved them back to Geto's cock, using your spit as lube. With his other hand he wrapped your hair into his fist and brought you to his balls.

"Suck," he commanded, and you obeyed. Opening your mouth, you sucked and licked obediently, Gojo's hand guiding you.

"Toru-" Geto moaned, his fingers tangling in the sheets beneath him, "that wasn't what I meant- please, just let her suck my dick,"

"She's a good girl," Gojo hummed, "listening to me so well. Aren't you, baby?"

You hummed in response, Geto's balls still in your mouth. "See?" Gojo chuckled, petting your head, "And she’s doing such a good job too. She can stay down here a little longer, seems quite comfortable."

Geto groaned, his cock throbbing from the sight before him. You, on your knees, bound hands behind your back, and your mouth worshiping his balls.

Gojo tugged your hair, pulling your mouth away from his balls and brought you just a breath away from the tip of Geto's cock. "How badly do you want to fuck her pretty little mouth?" Gojo asked, his fingers tracing Geto's length.

"So fucking badly," Geto groaned, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets.

"That's not good enough," Gojo smirked, shaking his head.

Geto groaned, bucking his hips forward, but Gojo was faster, and moved you away before Geto could hit his target. "Toru, please," Geto begged, "please let her suck my cock,"

"Hmm," Gojo hummed, pretending to think, "see- I think you can do better than that," Gojo looked down at you, "don't you think so, babygirl?"

You nodded, Geto's tip glistening from the precum that was practically pouring out. "I think so too," you hummed, licking your lips.

Gojo smiled and nodded, "See? Our sweet princess agrees. Tell me, Sugu, how badly do you want her pretty lips around your cock?"

Geto whined, Gojo's fingers were still tracing the tip and driving him crazy. "Toru, please. Fuck- I'm desperate," he groaned, his head falling back, "I've been thinking about her gorgeous mouth all day, and now she's so close and I can't even touch her. Please, Toru, I'm falling apart." Geto groaned, bucking his hips again.

"There we go," Gojo chuckled, "that's what I wanted to hear." With that, Gojo brought you forward and commanded, "Open,"

Immediately, you opened your mouth, waiting patiently, your eyes trained up at Geto. Gojo guided you down, and the sensation of your warm tongue against Geto's tip had his hips jerking up involuntarily. His head immediately hit the back of your throat, his length filling your mouth.

"Fuck," Geto moaned, his grip on the sheets tightening, "shit- I'm sorry, princess, are you okay?" Geto asked, his voice raspy.

You hummed in response, looking up at him with damp eyes and bobbing your head. Geto moaned, your humming vibrating through his cock.

Gojo watched with hungry eyes, his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements. "Isn't she such a good girl? Look how pretty she looks with your cock stuffed in her mouth,"

"Fuck, she's perfect," Geto groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue along his shaft. With Gojo's hand guiding your movements, you took Geto's length as deep as you could, your nose brushing his pelvis.

Geto moaned, his hand moving to the back of your head. Gojo immediately swatted him away, "Hands off," he warned, narrowing his eyes.

"Toru, please, let me touch her, please," Geto begged, his hand hovering just above your head.

Gojo hummed, pretending to think, "I suppose. Since you've been so good," Gojo released his hand from your hair and Geto immediately replacing and tangled his fingers into your locks.

"Fuck, you look so gorgeous," Geto groaned, his hips bucking up. You moaned around his length, his praise going straight between your thighs.

Gojo knelt down and whispered into your ear, "Does that make you wet, baby?" he asked, his hand moving down your body and resting just above your clit.

"Mmhm," you hummed, bobbing your head. Gojo's fingers dipped lower, collecting the wetness that was pooling between your thighs.

"She's so soaked," Gojo chuckled, bringing his fingers to Geto's lips, offering him a taste of your slick.

Geto's tongue darted out and he immediately moaned, sucking the digits into his mouth. "She tastes so good," Geto groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks again and bobbed your head, your tongue tracing the vein of his cock.

Geto shuttered, his cock hitting the back of your throat again. With his hand tangled in your hair, he was controlling the pace, his hips jerking up erratically.

"Someone's getting close," Gojo chuckled, watching Geto's abdomen flex as you deepthroated his cock. Geto whined, his fingers tightening in your hair. You continued to hollow your cheeks while sucking him as deep as you could. Gojo moved onto the bed behind him.

After undoing Geto's bun, he pushed aside his hair and placed kissed down his neck, starting from behind his ear. "Toru, fuck- she feels so good," Geto groaned, Gojo's tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

"Mhm, I bet she does. Such a good girl," Gojo hummed, nibbling on his earlobe, "look at how happy you make her..." his finger tips scratched through Geto's scalp massaging it gently. Geto moaned, his head falling back, resting on Gojo's shoulder.

Gojo wrapped his hand around Geto's hair and tugged, giving him perfect access to his neck, "How happy you make me," He bit down unexpectedly, his tongue tracing Geto's pulse, "how lucky we are to have you,"

Geto cried out, his cock hitting the back of your throat again.

"Look at you, falling apart so beautifully," Gojo hummed, his tongue licking the shell of Geto's ear, "such a good boy."

You hummed around Geto's length and bobbed your head faster, his grip tightening in your hair.

Geto moaned, Gojo's bites and licks on his neck, mixed with your mouth sucking his cock sent him over the edge.

"Fuck- princess- I'm gonna cum," Geto groaned, his hips bucking up, "fuck- fuck!" he cried out, spilling down your throat, his orgasm crashing through him.

Gojo wrapped his free hand around Geto's chest and held him close, your mouth milking him through his orgasm. Once Geto's orgasm subsided, his grip on your hair loosened and Gojo helped you pull away, his length slipping from your lips.

"Such a good girl," Gojo hummed, Geto panting, his eyes closed. Gojo's hands immediately undid the belt restraints around your wrists. You pulled your arms in front of you and Gojo massaged the red marks that were forming from the restraint and peppered them with kisses.

"Come here," Geto hummed, opening his eyes and extending his arms, "my sweet girl," You crawled onto the bed and Geto immediately pulled you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and Gojo crawled onto the bed behind you, his chest flush against your back. Geto cupped your chin, his thumb tracing your lips, "You're incredible," he hummed, leaning down and placing a kiss on your swollen lips, "so perfect,"

You giggled and snuggled into his chest, "thank you,"

"Toru," Geto hummed, reaching a hand behind you and beckoning Gojo closer. Gojo wrapped his arms around you and Geto, his lips peppering kisses between your shoulders. Geto tilted your chin up and captured your lips again in a soft, loving embrace.

"Thank you," Geto hummed, "both of you, that was amazing,"

Gojo chuckled and rested his head on your shoulder, "Of course."

"Anything for you," you hummed, tracing Geto's chest, "are you feeling relaxed now?"

"Very," Geto smiled, "would you like me to return the favor?"

Gojo perked up and shook his head, "No, let me," Gojo hummed, wagging his finger, "you sit back and relax, Sugu, I'll take care of our girl,"

Geto chuckled and nodded, "If you insist," he hummed, unwrapping his arms from you and Gojo, “but only for this round- next round I call having her legs wrapped around my face," he smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Gojo nodded and grinned while flipping you over and pinning you down underneath him. "Hi," he smiled, his face inches from yours.

"Hi," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, "kiss me."

"As you wish," Gojo hummed, closing the space between you.

Geto watched from beside the pair of you, a smile on his face, "Mm, I'm so lucky,"

[vibing-lizard-nose]

"You're allergic to that?"

So I have this scenario in mind: TW allergies, a bit of mess.

Character A comes from a family of metalworkers, their whole family has worked on a blacksmith making iron tools for decades. A is the youngest of their family and moves out to study/work on the city, away from home.

Some days later, they meet Character B who, much to their surprise, come from a line of carpenters. A moves in with B because they both go to the same college/workplace and living together is convenient.

There's one catch though: B does their wood related projects on their shared living room. A doesn't particularly mind this as they're used to the noise of electric tools going on and off all the time.

But as time goes by, A realized there's something off about this place. Ever since he moved in with B, they've been feeling weird.

The first sign was the weird pain in their ears, almost as if they were blocked and pulsing. They thought it was a tooth cavity, but upon coming back from a check-up they were sure that was not the reason.

Then the pain migrated to their face, and they found themselves congested beyond explanation. Might be a cold, moving from one place to another makes travelers sick as far as they know. But weeks go by, and there was no fever or another symptom that suggested the presence of a viral infection.

Except… the sneezing. They had never in their life experienced something like this. In a small town with only their family around, they had only ever seen people get like this when they got sick. But they knew there were more hints of a cold than just sneezes and sniffles, specially if they were the ones that made the person lay in bed for weeks.

But this was different.

And only then did they realized something else.

The day that everything stopped. The uncomfortable feeling on their ears and face, the unceasing drippy nose, the congestion. Everything stop almost too quickly. They might've gotten used to it by now.

Up until this point, they wasn't been a word about it with B. When they manage to have a bit of a chat one day during B's day off, B brings up the fact that they had finish working on those wooden crockery. The client had been very specific about the wood kind and shape of the cups. But at least it was over and they could rest. A congratulated B for finishing.

Although, internally, they had the brief thought that maybe this had something to do with the weird ordeal they had been dealing with, but they quickly brushed the idea off.

It wasn't too long until this idea sparked in them again after they woke up one morning, feeling worse than they had ever felt, the electric chainsaw a faint rattle in the living room.

Now this had to be some sort of wicked prank someone has playing on them, they didn't have a single week of freedom for this curse and the bloody thing came back? Unbelievable.

A decides is time to ask B about this. Maybe there was something in the apartment ventilation that was not functioning correctly. Or maybe they had some sort of pest that was going around spreading gems and gross stuff. They weren't sure but they knew B must knew a thing or two about the house.

As soon as they open the door of their room and step out to head into the living room, a scent flooded the air.

Wow. A was not away that carpenters had to use chemicals THIS strong, it was only wood for someone's sake! Unbelievable.

A aproches B and this hints B to turn off their tools, take off their mask and face their housemate for whatever inquiry they had.

A takes a breath, ready to unravel the secret of their mysterious problem to the only person that might give them an answer. It takes just one breath for chaos to break out.

The familiar tickle of a sneeze overwhelmed them, but instead of feeling like a small mouse softly trailing around, It felt like a stampede of elephants running eagerly to escape out of their nose. One sharp hitching breath later and a loud, obnoxious, desperate sneeze rushed out of them like it had been waiting to be let free for ages. It took them their last bit of control to turn their head as to not spray snot all over their companion.

This was ridiculous. THEY were specially ridiculous. And if they weren't, they sure looked like it.

They tries to say something, to apologize for their lack of manners when another sneeze, equally scandalous, came out like trying to catch up with the first one. Then followed another one, and another one. Soon it looked like they had only came to sneeze in front of their housemate who, needless to say, was slightly confused by what was happening.

A was running out of air. Oh shit. But every little breath they took in, it came right off with double the force. This was an unstoppable cycle of gasping and sneezing, and they were growing more worried about it not ending with every passing sneezes.

Finally, after witnessing enough, B takes A by the shoulders and guides them towards the kitchen. They help A by turning on the water on the sink and pressing on their back, a sign for them to bend and rinse their nose and face.

That was instant relief. Not that they hadn't tried this before, showers tended to ease whatever was bugging them. But in this particular moment and very particular situation, it felt like heaven for a second. After a few minutes, they had regained enough strength and air to straighten and grab the towel that B was offering them to dry their face off.

"Well, that was something." B started, arms crossed and a look of their face that was a mix of concern and a bit of a smirk. "I got worried when you reached the 20th one, thought you would faint or worse."

"You were counting?" Said A, baffled. "You're a bit of an ass."

"What? I needed to make sure you were actually dying or something, and not having really bad seasonal allergies." Argued B, rolling their eyes. "Coffins are hard to make and you don't get a free one just for living with me." There's a hint of sarcasm to the way B said that, and this made A stare at him for a moment.

"I don't have allergies-" Said A, sounding very much congested. They winced at the quality of their own voice and sniffled. "At least, not that I can think of."

Unbelievable, thought B. They looked A up and down, and went back up to scan their face. B took a moment to specially take in the red-rimmed, puffy eyes and the flush on their face that seemed to concentrate the most on the tip of their dripping nose.

B raised an eyebrow at A, like pointing out something obvious. "Are you sure about that?" came out in a more condescending way than they had wanted to, but really now. This was all too silly to be true.

"I've lived near forests my whole life and never have I ever felt like this!" A protested. "I never showed any sign of allergies or anything when I was a kid, I can't have any now." They looked too sure of themselves.

"You do realize that you can develop allergies later in life?" Explained B. "And you don't have to live in the forest to know if you have any allergies, you go to the doctor for tests. That's how it works." And B didn't want to brag about knowing basic biology knowledge, but this really felt like teaching a caveman complex calculus.

A remained silent for a moment, processing what had just been giving to them like a slow-running computer.

Eventually they looked up. "But what would I be allergic to? Any kind of metal? Can't be. Worked with those my whole life." They looked more confused now.

B hummed, a naughty idea forming in their head. "Since when have you been like this?" They said, rubbing a hand under their chin.

"Since I moved in." Said A, looking like they probably should've said this earlier. "Oh- but it stopped like a week ago, a bit less probably." They interrupted their own silence. "And I woke up feeling like shit again this morning, that's what- uh... what I wanted to tell you before."

B hummed a bit longer, although they were not thinking anything this time, they were just considering if they could get away with their idea without getting beaten up. "I think I know what it is." They said, smugly, then took out one of their dirty woodwork cloths out of their pocket.

Before A could even ask what were they doing, B shook the cloth right in front of A's face.

The reaction was immediate.

A loud gasp just like before, and a big, rattly sneeze surged out of them. Then followed another one, and another one. It looked like there was a fourth on the way and was getting stuck. Being a bit of a bastard, B delicately swiped the cloth under A's nose. A's nostrils grew wide as their eyes shut and one last powerful sneezes finally came out.

As pathetic as this seemed, B seemed to be enjoying this all too much. They helped A to do the water rinse again, just like the last time. Afterwards, they seemed a bit more relaxed about the whole situation and giggled.

"I think it's the pine sawdust." Said B, handing B a tissue when their nose started to act up again.

"But I've been out when pines bloom and that has never done something nearly as bad as this." Remembered A. "Sure it does tickle a little, but- it's pollen. Everyone feels like that around it."

"Oh I should know, I'm allergic to it." Said B confidently like it was something to brag about. "But not everyone is affected by just the pollen." And with that, B takes a small 10-unit blister pack of allergy medication and hands it to A.

"You're allergic to that?" A scoffed, before lowering their eyes to inspect what they had been handed.

"It's perfectly possible to have little to no reaction to pine pollen, but having a disaster with the sawdust. It comes from the wood, it worked a little different." Said B, kindly. The shift on behavior seemed a little weird to A, but nevertheless sweet. Maybe this was something someone else had told them when they discovered they had allergies.

"well... thanks." A looked at the blister pack, motionless. They stared at it like it was going to bite them. "And thanks for the help. I had no idea about these things, y'know?" A hint of a smile, but they were clearly embarrassed.

"No biggie, it's all cool." Said B, ready to open the kitchen door back again. "I think I'll stop the work on that table for today, that little brat of a customer can wait an extra day." This brought a smile to A's face, and their smile brought an even bigger one to B's face. "Do try to get a mask when you're around the house though, and go get your allergies checked by a doctor when you can." Said B, finally putting their mask back to leave the kitchen, closing the door behind them.

There A sat, on a kitchen chair. Only thinking how could such a messy and unpredictable thing as a weird allergy could bring someone you had barely talked with to form a kind of bond with you. It did felt nice though, now thinking about that too. To feel taken care of an not just another one of the dozen on siblings on a house. It felt special and unique to have this kind of attention.

And to think all it took was a bit of sawdust and a sneeze.

[phsychobanana]

In another world, we hate each other just as much

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

WC: 930

Summary: Maybe enemies to lovers wasn't a trope meant for them...

Honor. Family. Redemption.

Some of the things Zuko has wanted more than anything in the blur of these last few years.

Honor.

Something only he could get for himself by capturing the avatar.

Family.

He wanted his family back desperately. Not so much the people themselves, but the title and pride that came with knowing them.

Redemption.

Something he'd hoped for when choosing to join team avatar in defeating his very own father, Fire Lord Ozai.

Though they didn't come to trust him as easily as he'd hoped for them to, they eventually came around. Well, most of them.

Seven months after the end of the war. Seven months after peace was restored and balance swept over the world (for the most part), Y/n still didn't trust him. Not one bit.

He'd tried everything. Gifts, reassuring words, going on a "life-changing adventure" like he did with other gaang members, and yet nothing seemed to work. So, naturally, he grew to resent her just as she did him.

It was a peaceful morning, birds flying through the air, the soft smell of tea wafting through the air. Zuko stood beside his uncle, his feet bare as the blades of grass tickle them.

The peace was quickly interrupted, however, when a familiar voice cut through the air. A voice that immediately brought a frown to Zuko’s face.

“Hi, Master Iroh!” Y/n says, her voice cheerful and cute. Oh, how he hated that voice. Hated how sweet it was, hated how it made his heart skip a beat, hated how it put the bird's songs to shame.

“Ah, Y/n, how wonderful! Isn’t it wonderful that Y/n could make it, Zuko?” Iroh nudges his nephew, ever the matchmaker.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” Zuko mumbles.

“Well, i’ll go make some more tea now that Y/n has decided to join us. Play nice, you two.” Just as soon as he was there, Iroh is gone.

Zuko sends a glare in his uncle’s direction, before rounding on Y/n, his glare even sharper than before. Y/n simply crosses her arms, a smirk clear on her face.

“What’s wrong, Zuzu?” She asks in a mocking tone.

Zuko simply scoffs, unbelieving of her behavior.

“It’s Fire Lord Zuko.” He says, standing upright, his nose in the air.

“Hmm…sure it is.” She smiles, clearly amused by the fact that she’s already getting under Zuko’s skin.

Out of frustration, Zuko lifts his hand to facepalm, and not realizing just how pissed off he was, his hand lights up with the movement. He doesn’t even notice until a soft hiss of pain hits his ears. Zuko’s eyes widen at the noice, and he quickly turns to look at Y/n.

“Did i do that?” He asks.

“No, the wind did it.” Y/n replies, her words drenched in sarcasm and pain.

“Haha. So funny. It’s your fault, anyway. You’re lucky i don’t do it again, on purpose this time.” Zuko says, smirking proudly as he watches the burn, still fresh, sizzle on her arm.

Y/n glares at him, sending a rock flying his way. Zuko’s eyes widen at her rebuttal, and he quickly dodges out of the way. 

“You dare challenge me in my own home?” He scoffs, amused by her actions.

Y/n's eye brows raise in slight surprise. "Are you smiling, oh mighty Zuko?"

"What? No. Of course not. You've probably got dirt in your eyes, filth," Zuko quickly turns away from the girl, forcing his face to harden.

The sound of hard footsteps causes Zuko to turn around. When he does, he sees Y/n now standing much closer to him, a teasing smirk on her lips. Not that he's staring at her lips. That'd be crazy. Haha...

"You were smiling. I saw it," Y/n pokes Zuko's chest accusingly.

"Was not!" Zuko argues childishly.

"We're too!"

"Was not!"

"Were-fucking-too!"

"WAS NOT!"

"STOP LYING!"

Fire crackling, rocks grumbling, loud arguing, small explosion, heavy breathing. That was all that could be heard from the courtyard as the two got into a heated argument over something so childish.

Eventually, as the ancestors would have it, the two end up toppling over each other, Zuko ending up straddling Y/n's hips in a rather....awkward position.

Zuko looks down at her with wide eyes, a rosy blush making its way to his face. Though, that's not the only place he has blood rushing to.

Y/n huffs, slowly sitting up on top of the blushing boy, her glare practically pinning him in place. She's also red in the face, though it's more out of anger than it is embarrassment.

"Would you get off of me already? Whatever you have in your pockets is poking me!" Y/n complains, her fits colliding with his chest aggressively.

Zuko swallows nervously, knowing that there's nothing in his pockets. He slowly stands to his full height, the blush on his cheeks never tiring. His hands fold together in front of his crotch in a feeble attempt to hide his...excitement?

Y/n gives him an unimpressed look as she dusts herself off. "First you burn me, then you make me fall, what's next? Kill me?"

"Maybe." Zuko responds, though his words lack their usual heat.

Y/n's brows furrow in confusion at Zuko's lack of conviction. "What's up with you?"

She glances to where his hands are fidgeting, and then back up to his face, her eyes widening upon realization.

"Seriously?! A hard-on, you weirdo?!" She shrieks.

Zuko's face burns even hotter, and he turns away, mumbling a half-assed "shut up".

Y/n cackles upon this discovery, doubling over. She wipes tears of mirth from her eyes before speaking, "I thought you were mad at me."

"It's a hate boner, i swear." Zuko says sternly, even though it sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince her. "I still hate you. Always will."

Y/n rolls her eyes in response. "Yeah, yeah. We hate each other in every universe, i get it. Dumbass."

"Bitch."

"Freak."

"Vine-head."

"Hate boner."

"SHUT UP!"

[ryo-kaikura]

Yan! Male Teachers + Male Yandere x male reader

*this is based on a dream I had this morning*

(Reader is on his last year so he's 18 (he's not held back I just try to make it okay with an adult partner) (my dream is PG-13(the yandere is made up), I just like spice)

My life is normal I guess, the difference with normal people at my age is my current school. This is takes "school feels like a prison" seriously with how we sleep at school eat at school and etc.

For our class, it's literally right next to the teacher's room. And each grade has a different section. Because it's a prestigious school the student is a lot more than the teacher by 50% of the teachers population.

Anyway, you might be asking, do you always have class? The answer is no, cause our right door is a building for gym and gymnasium. The door in front of us is where usually all the supplies comes in.

Today there is a monthly test. it's usually for additional points and support for our future. Example: last year it was making a sentence that's in correlation with a word and we can't use that word. There lots more but every time we were paired.

Look at that I'm also paired up again weirdly enough it's the "prince of the school" the one that's said to be the best for our grade, though his grade is in the top two, guess who's grade is higher? That right me. Since we're better than everyone, we get hallway to ourselves

It's so fun being better at him, when he gets a 100% me too, when he gets a 99% Boohoo I got a 100%. His body is also quite fit, but it's obvious with my height and body that I'm still better than him, with his being shorter than me. It's quite fun toying with him, his expression of flustered and anger add a smidge of pink on his face, neck and tip of his ears.

We're getting carried away. This year's test is a box of puzzles? With a textured flooring? Whatever. We saw the first test, summarizing a foreign language book, and there's our names on it. It seems like something from our teacher Mr. David. Then he shows up, "hello Mr. David" "Hello, (m/n)~" He was always flirty with me "hi Mr. David" "Hello to you too, mark".then he told us about it in detail "As you can see it's summarizing a book and because I prefer (m/n) than you, mark, (m/n) gets a 50 page and you get a 250 page it's sounds quite fair don't you think (m/n)" "Sure 😀"

Anyway, we're done with that, the next are some simple mathematics and that's from our other teachers. Wow it looks like we have to build a Miniature real life-like humanoid chess pieces. Now it seems like we're done but there's no announcement, then I realized the flooring is a bit whacky so I try to pick one up. It works. I open one and inside it is extra pieces for the sculpture and that's from Mr. Sears, the science teacher that likes to use science to hide a lot of things

It's similar with how some sounds lie it has a lot but there is none and then one of then sounds like it doesn't have any but when we opened it there was a lot of extra sculpture pieces. Then I saw one of the boxes has a piece of paper. I was about to read it out loud then I feel a finger right next to my stomach, and I couldn't help but feel ticklish and jerk away from the finger. Turns out it the said teacher, Mr. Sears, and he kept tickling me every time I try to say it out loud. In the end he made me stand up and go to a corner and read it in my head. Most of it was clues until the last number on the price of paper that said 'I will be going to *city name* in a few days' "I don't care" "What!" " We're not that close teach~, Well not as close as me and Mr. David~."

Then he stormes off, don't know what happened but in the end me and Mark Finished first.

*A few days later*

It seems like Mr. Sears didn't go and one of our teacher was suddenly sent to the hospital

*A few month later*

I finally graduated, best of the year as well because of that I get a lot of money lie a billion I think. But right when I was going head home, I felt someone covering my head, then two people try to grab me and they're quite strong, but not strong enough. Suddenly I feel something injected to my neck. And I grew weak and dizzy not long after I passed out. While why kidnappers was smiling over me.

It's been a while since I woke up but I still don't know where I am. There a window that just over my head so I'm able to get hold of it and pulled my self up and saw... A beach?

Then after looking around and the sun almost overhead meaning it's currently 11.30 ish o'clock. Three people come in and guess who? It the weirdos. Mr. David feels shy, Mr. Sears a bit nervous and Mark quite happy.

And the brought their own dish a I must say the best is Mr. David, with the other two being barely palatable. In the end we slept right next to each other.

*A year later* (I'm lazy)

My self-made company worked well, but my "wives" seems quite jealous of everything I do even though we haven't gotten married yet and Mark and Sears are working as my two secretary and David being at home. I must say David's body got more chubby and soft, I like it. Mark kept trying to be better at me at everything and kept losing, example: who can cum the last, I won, who's stronger, I won, and much more. And Sears gotten smarter at where he's hiding my stuff, like my underwear, sweaty gym clothes, a pen I chewed.

I'm happy there entertaining because I just remembered I'm a side character in a book and they're male leads, all three of them, and who's the female lead you ask? The new rising employee in my own company, Janice.

[justsomefluff]

Ateez as Types of Everyday Fluff

Hongjoong: the type to kiss something off of your lips rather than wipe it away with his hand

Joongieeee

I know that he is one of the members who hates kisses the most

but not with his partner

just thinks kissing the members is cringe

anyway if you two are eating together or maybe having a snack while sitting on the couch

doesn't care if it's in public or not

if you get something on the side of your mouth and dont notice it?

swoops in so fast to kiss it away

and you'll just kind of stare at him dumbfounded because he's not much for PDA

and he'll just smirk and shrug while licking his lips

"you had something there. but i got it for you :)"

Seonghwa: the type to say "but what about me" when you're cuddling a plushie

picture this

you're sitting on the couch waiting for Seonghwa to bring some snacks to the living room for movie night

and you got a squishmallow (lol my real life mixing with my delusions get me outttt)

and you're hugging it and stuff bc soft

and when he comes back he stops and stares at you

one because it's super cute, but two because... where he gon sit?

will literally drop all the snacks on the table and pout at you

if you ask what's wrong he's literally just gonna rip the plushie from your hands and fling it (lmao yk the video of him throwing the bean bag)

but then lowkey feels bad and brings it back to you

will allow the plushie to remain on the couch but it must watch as you snuggle him instead

Yunho: the type to pull you closer in his sleep

YUYU SWEET BOY

whenever you two share a bed he's gotta be touching you

swears he won't fall asleep if you don't snuggle

when he does fall asleep though, I feel like he's the type to roll around and fidget a lot

and if you move away or he moves away?

he might not wake up but he's gonna grope the bed until he finds you

just kind of flopping his hands and arms everywhere until they land where they should

he won't pull you to him though, he'll pull himself to you

and just nuzzles his lil nose in your neck and it tickles because he's snoring and letting out lil baby puffs of air

Yeosang: the type to bully you

bullies you in the cute, cringey way

like will take you to the aquarium and point at the wolf eel and be like omg your twin

or if you walk by a garbage can he's like omg it smells like your morning breath

omg this reminds me of you (hands you literally the ugliest shirt you've ever seen)

curses your own two ears with his insults

but he's also so giggly and cute about it

it's impossible to be mad

and he always makes sure you know he's joking

whether because he's scared he'll hurt your feelings, or because he's scared you'll hurt him

the world may never know

San: the type to give you his plushie to hold

polar opposite of Seonghwa

if you're sitting together playing a video game or watching a movie or just chilling

and he has to get up for some reason

he doesn't like the idea of leaving you by yourself even for one minute so he'll be like

baby i'll be right back hold Shiber

and when he first does this it's kind of like ???? lol ok????

but then you realize that he just wants you to have company

he always wants you to know that he's thinking of you even when you're apart

does that mean i have to think of you going to the bathroom rn

NO DONT THINK ABOUT THAT

WELL YOU SAID TO HOLD SHIBER WHILE YOU PEE

lmao

Mingi: the type to feed you the last bite of his food

you guys are getting to the end of a meal together

and he's noticed you eyeing his food the whole time as if you didn't have your own

he'll be super dramatic about it and be like

OH WOOWWW

IM SOOO FULLLLL

SO FULFILLING

I COULDNT POSSIBLY EAT ONE MORE BITE

and will look at you, and stretch and yawn and rub his tummy

and then offer you his fork

"finish it for me?"

Wooyoung: the type to do nothing with you

i know that sounds weird

but he just enjoys your company

does not care if theres an activity involved or not

just wants to be around you

you two could just lay together and talk

or even lay together and say nothing at all

i know he's our hyperactive boy

but since he runs a million miles a minute he really loves when he can savor the slow, peaceful moments with you

Jongho: the type to drop you off at work

wants to be there for you even when you don't need him

also enjoys the little time he can spend with you, even when you're half asleep in his passenger seat

likes to be the last person you see before you go into work

he likes to think that you'll have a better day that way

like he's some sort of good luck charm (he is)

also sees himself as an acts of service kind of guy

loves to do things for you

little things you'd never complain about, but still appreciate when they're done for you

[mm-slashing-boy]

Gifted Lunch From a Secret Boyfriend

SPENCER REID x MALE!READER

Warnings: Suggestive (making out), otherwise fluffy, reader is called "sweet boy"

Requested: No

A/N: When I have the motivation, I can write pretty quickly. And feel free to request stuff, whether that be art or fanfic!

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It was early in the morning when Spencer arrived in the bullpen of the BAU, getting himself settled without much of a rush since there wasn't any news about a case yet. The large room was quiet since most of his coworkers hadn't arrived yet. He took advantage of this peace by pulling out a book that his wonderful boyfriend—you—gifted him. By God, he loved you more than anything. You knew just what he liked and what to get him. You were so thoughtful towards him.

As the morning dragged on, he was wrapped up in the book’s contents, mesmerized by the descriptive words on the pages. He could imagine you reading them to him, or vice versa, and the thought made him warm and gooey on the inside. He didn't even realize that he was smiling like an idiot until Derek pointed it out.

“Hey, kid, what's got you in such a good mood so early in the morning, huh?”

He broke free from his trance to look up at his coworker, blinking a few times before he responded with, “nothing. I just found a really good book”, which seemed like an acceptable answer to Derek. He sighed in relief, thankful that his micro-expressions weren't picked up on.

None of his teammates knew that he had a boyfriend, and he intended to keep it that way. It wasn't like he was embarrassed by you—no, not at all—he just didn't want to be teased and mocked. Besides, they didn't even know he was bisexual, which would add to the jokes. Only JJ knew, and he was lucky that she was able to keep secrets, unlike his other best friend.

He looked up when he heard Hotch calling for a meeting in the conference room, undoubtedly for a new case to crack. He thinned his lips in disappointment of not finishing his book, reluctantly packing it up into his satchel. As soon as he stood up from his chair, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Something familiar. And so he turned his head and found you walking up to him with a big smile.

He nearly froze, his face turning pale. His eyes darted around, trying to see if anyone was watching, before gently taking you by the arm and dragging you into the nearest empty room. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a whisper, clearly panicked. “Someone could have seen you.”

You lifted up a brown paper bag, wordlessly communicating that you brought him the lunch that you made for him. He huffed in slight amusement, grabbing the bag and setting it on the ground beside the door. He looked back up at you and cupped your face, giving you a serious expression.

“You need to tell me when you do that next time, okay, sweet boy? My coworkers give me a hard time as it is; they're gonna tease you, too, if they find out we’re dating, and I don't want that.”

You nodded in understanding, though you were a little bummed out about not being able to show how much you love your boyfriend in his workplace. He could tell exactly how you were feeling based on the slight shift in your face. “I know, sweet boy, but this is for the best. I’m just not comfortable yet. When I’m ready, I’ll tell you.”

Spencer then leaned in for a kiss, humming pleasantly at the way your lips slotted together so perfectly. He thought you were perfect for each other, subjectively. He could never get tired of kissing you or touching you or seeing you or hearing you or tasting you. Every sense of his was on high alert whenever you were around, and he was always determined to flush out each one until you were both satisfied. He was brought back down to reality when he heard you whimper.

As soon as he heard that, he moved a hand down to the small of your back so he could pull you closer. He suddenly broke the kiss when he felt a speckle of dust tickle his nose, causing him to sneeze. He glanced around the room, noticing just how spotty the empty storage closet you were currently occupying was.

“This is pretty unsanitary. You know, inhaling too much dust can lead to rather unpleasant effects such as lower respiratory infections, heart disease, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, strokes, and lung cancer. They should have cleaned this room even though nobody uses it and given it a different purpose; it serves as a hazard-” He paused in his ramble when you noted that he was the one who dragged you both in there.

Spencer chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes to the ground. “Right. Sorry about that, sweet boy. I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, it was rather rude of me.” You reassured him with a peck to his cheek.

His smile became more genuine as he continued kissing you, holding you even closer than before. He sighed against your lips, which he slowly traced with the tip of his tongue until you opened them. His wet muscle slipped inside, dancing with yours in an encased, sensual display of love. You mumbled about how he was worried about dust just a few moments ago, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. All he cared about was you.

He shivered as he felt one of your hands wiggle under his many layers to caress his back, enjoying the way your cold fingertips met his heated skin. He slotted his thigh between your legs, pinning you to the metal shelf behind you. Things were getting hotter and hotter until both of you heard Hotch ask for Spencer, forcing you to pull away. He was just as disgruntled as you at the situation, but he didn't have a choice; he had a killer to catch.

He picked up his bag of lunch and planted a chaste kiss to your lips, opening the door for you. He waited about a minute before heading out, meeting the rest of his team in the conference room with a curt apology of being late.

Soon. Soon he would be confident enough to come out to his team and show just how much he loved you. Soon, but not yet. Not yet.

[fayerien]

Unforseen Flames — Michael Kaiser

warnings: fae prince! kaiser x mortal princess! reader, sfw, enemies to lovers, fantasy/royalty au, not proofread!

"I hate you so much because you're always on my mind. Everytime I close my eyes, your face keeps flashing right before my eyes. It's disgusting. But...I feel some sort of weird feelings."

"Did you know how hard I'm trying to calm the flames burning in my heart everytime I see you? And the only way to stop my hatred towards you is for me to make you mine."

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Skipping the dancing class is not an uncommon thing for you to do. You always feel like it's really a troublesome. As usual you wandered around in the forest, hunting for some birds or maybe rabbits. It's hard to tame a rebellious princess especially in her teen age.

Another steps, you might lose your life in less than a minute. You stared at the dagger that stuck in the tree that is right beside you.

"You're passing my territory, ugly mortal."

The voice echoed in the forest but there's no one around you.

"Up here, mortal." Your eyes followed the voice until you can see a man sitting on a tree branch, looking at you with those blue eyes seems like he's trying to pierce your soul.

You studied his features, noticed he got the fair skin, blue eyes like a deep ocean, high bridge nose and ... a pair of pointy ears.

"Wow, didn't know that you own this place. Who are you?" You asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"You don't know me? How ignorant of you." He finally came down from the tree and landed on the ground. He grabbed the dagger that stucked in the tree and pointed it near your throat.

"Let me tell you one thing. I am a fae prince, Michael Kaiser. You have no rights to question me at all." His voice turned into a low whisper and you can clearly feel his breath tickling on your skin.

"Such an interesting introduction to someone you just met." You said mockingly while pushing the dagger away from your throat with your finger. "Well, you seems like you despise mortals very much. But, you can't lay a hand on me. Or else.. we might start a war."

You saw that Kaiser gritted his teeth in annoyance and decided to stop arguing with him. "Anyway, pleasure to meet you, Prince Kaiser. I'm y/n l/n. I wonder if you ever heard that name." You turned to look at him one last time flashing a not really genuine smile before leaving him flooded with his own thoughts.

Kaiser just standing there while holding his dagger in a tight grip, losing in his own thoughts. "That name sounds familiar. But why should I even bother thinking about an ugly human?" He left the forest, stomping around like a kid in his tantrum phase. Perhaps he forgot that he got wings.

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He knows. He knows who you are from the start. And you got the feeling that he hates you. Very much. You woke up this morning and saw a letter with a blue rose on your dressing table.

Crap, this is not good.

You picked the letter, your eyes scanning every words on it.

"Meet me at yesterday's spot. Don't bring anyone else with you. If you fail to follow this, your life will be at stake."

The emperor

This is definitely him. Yes, Kaiser means emperor. You woke up very early this morning and he had the audacity to ruin it?!

You can just ignore the letter but a part of you wanted to mess with him more. You waited there, at the same place looking around if you could catch a glimpse of his existence. But you felt nothing around you, did he manage to conceal his presence?

"Why don't you just come out—" Not bothering to finish your sentence, you realized that now you're clashing steels with him.

"So you really want to fight me? or kill me to be precise?" You stared at him intently, still gripping on the sword tightly.

"Are you really that dumb? Why did you come here if you really know my intention?" You don't know why, but there's actually a slight irritation in his tone.

You pulled your swords away, keeping it on your side. "I found you interesting. I don't know why you hated me so much. And I'm trying to mess with you more." You smiled, trying to get him even more pissed.

"Don't you dare give me that smile. My eyes are burning."

"Oh, why? Are there no faeries as beautiful as a mortal like me?"

"Stop that."

"Or what? You're going to let a mortal blood spill on your hands? Don't you.. feel disgusted?" Oh you're pouring the oil to the flames again.

"No— I'll let you go this time. Just.. don't get in my way again." You're about to make things worse but he quickly flew away, leaving you dumbfounded. You noticed that there's actually a slight change in his tone. Was it anger, or..maybe nervous?

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Weeks passed. You didn't meet that creepy fae prince anymore. But, you feel different. His existence in your life make it more interesting.

"Maybe I should meet him, again." You thought.

You waited at the same spot, thinking he might appear again to start another fight and banter with you. "yes, he's not here. Why would I think he might be here again— oh."

"Hey,...y/n" He said your name. He fcking said it.

"Oh, hey. Ah, sorry for intruding your territory—" You're about to run away from him but that damn faerie is faster than you. He quickly blocked your way.

"Wait, I want you to stay here. For a while." There's a hint of pleading behind that voice.

"You're acting weird today, fae prince."

"You ...are still alive after these few weeks."

"Well, of course I am. Unless, if you come to assassinate me."

"Yeah....great." Why is he so awkward today? "I don't want you to be killed by other people than me." Trying to be nonchalant it seems.

"So I should be ready to die now? But I need to know the reason why you hate me so much."

He froze, and this wasn't the reaction you were expecting.

"No reason. I just despise every human—"

"You're lying." You said firmly.

"Yes, I am. I hate you so much because I feel a strong attraction towards you. You're haunting me and my mind. It's disgusting. My heart is burning everytime I see you. But it aches so much, when I stay here waiting for you to come, but no one's here."

"You were waiting for me?"

"Yes, because I want to have another fight with you. Another banter with you."

You mind was still a bit mess trying to process every word he said.

"So, to stop my hatred towards you. I want to make you mine."

"What?! Oh. So you're actually madly in love with me but you're still in denial." You said playfully, trying to tease the prince even though you're still unsure.

"Shut up. I really want to kill you right now. With my kiss." He was trying so hard to hide the smile behind those words.

"Wow. So cruel."

"Only towards you, my mortal princess."

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[nian-7]

Could you please do A Jing Yuan full fluff alphabet? Thank youu!

yes!! i love jing yuan sm (cause you totally can't tell.) enjoy!

Jing Yuan x gn!reader

✧fluff alphabet

✧fluff

Affection

Jing Yuan is an affectionate man. Whether it be in public or private, there's some sort of affection. Whether his hand be intertwined with yours when you walk about or a gentle kiss on the lips when you come to visit him in his office.

Beauty

He absolutely loves your eyes. They're so pretty and he loves to gaze at them forever. He also adores your smile. Especially when you give him a gentle smile whenever you see him. It makes him smile back and make his day even better.

Comfort

He's so good at comforting. He listens, he gives advice, he gets you your favorite snack and a blanket. He's the whole package. However long it takes for you to feel better, he will listen as long as it takes for that to happen.

Domestic

Decently good at it even though he isn't home much. He can cook a meal and help you with simple tasks around the house whenever he can. He doesn't want to push all upon you as you are a busy person as well!

Fight

Jing Yuan tries his best to not have any sort of fights with you. What's the point when many things can be solved simply by talking it out? Yes, he understands that you can get angry and he'll listen to you vent it out at him until you calm down. No argument needed.

Gentle

One of the most gentle men you could meet. Every one of his touches are like feathers on your skin and his kisses are so soft that they tickle.

Hugs

A great hugger, he enjoys them. Other than kissing you, it's one of his go to greetings. He loves to pull you into his chest and just give you a smile at whatever expression you may be making.

Impression

He likely had seem you from afar before and never approached you since he had no need to. If you approached him, he'd gladly offer his help if needed. He didn't have much of an impression on you at first though.

Jealousy

Jing Yuan is the General, he shouldn't have to be jealous when many already know that you're taken. Although, he can get a bit jealous if you have spent a little more time with someone that him.

Kisses

Gentle and soft are the two best words to describe them. Anywhere on your face, always just tickling you when he gives you a light kiss on your cheek or the soft push of his lips onto yours makes you both smile contently.

Little Things

He absolutely adores everything about you. He loves the way that you have unconscious habits that you don't even realize you're doing. He notices them and always smiles as you look so focused on whatever you may be writing down.

Mornings

Usually, he's out of bed before you and getting ready. Sometimes he's not even there. There are rare occasions that he is still in bed with you when you wake up. He's always got an arm around you as he watches you peacefully cuddle up to him.

Nicknames

He has a vast array of nicknames he could call you and will use the one that fits the best. He'll try nearly everything he can think of until one just clicks. Sometimes, it'll change depending on his tone of voice as well, like if he were to tease you.

Open

Jing Yuan is pretty open with you. He'll tell you about his day if you ask and will try his best not to hide anything from you unless it is absolutely necessary.

Patience

He has the highest levels of patience with you. He'll take everything as slow or as fast as you'd like it. You've never kissed anyone before? Well, just let him know when you're ready to try it out. He'll be waiting for you.

Quirks

He does tend to fall asleep at his desk a lot and seems to only wake up if you walk in. If someone else walks in, he likely won't stir but will wake right up if you walk in. It's a little suspicious..

Romance

It comes quite naturally to him. He knows how to be romantic and it always gets you to feel butterflies in your stomach and a smile on your face. Flowers with a note attached are commonly left for you when he won't be able to see you later in the day.

Security

He is very protective over you. You're his and he protects you from dangers. He isn't protective to the point that it's overbearing but, he will protect you lots more than you think he is.

Try

Jing Yuan tries his absolute best to make everything work out and make sure that your comfortable with him. What kind of partner would he be if he didn't give the relationship any effort at all?

Ugly

He knows he's not home a lot to be able to give you the attention you deserve and he hates it. He'd like to be home more for you and just to simply relax and bask in the endless affection you both give and receive from him.

Vanity

As the esteemed General, he has to keep up his appearance even when it doesn't seem like he cares much about it. He spends a great deal of the morning getting ready.

Whole

He feels so much better knowing that you're safely beside him where nothing can harm you. He's not sure what he'd do with himself if he didn't have you in his life.

Yuck

If you can't be flexible with his schedule and work, he's not sure how the relationship will work out. He'd like for his s/o to be patient and understand that he is the General and has duties to attend to (even if he doesn't always attend to them..).

Zzz

Jing Yuan can fall asleep with ease. He doesn't mind staying up until you fall asleep or if you were to wake him up in the middle of the night because you can't sleep. He'll be there to help since he's able to fall asleep so quickly.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[hernakedmuse]

Speaking in Tongues

Part III

Disclaimer: There's smut that might make people uncomfortable. Not proofread.

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We ended up parked behind the Hollywood sign around 4 in the morning.

The heat was on in the car and the seat warmers, it was nice and toasty. Timothée's seat was reclined all the way back and I had somehow made it so I was sitting comfortably sideways in his bony yet comfy lap. My fingers were buried in his Hershey's chocolate curls, as his big ring adorn hand rested on my hip beneath the borrowed shirt that smells like him, his finger toying with the band of my thong. His face rested in my cleavage, he even undid more buttons so he could feel my bare flesh pillowing his cheek.

It felt comforting and erotic being this close to him, as his other arm was wrapped around my waist to keep me close, I realized I didn't think I had such a wonderful cuddle like this one.

He let me choose the music and I signed into my Spotify on his phone. I Go Crazy by Flesh for Lulu played beautifully through the speakers of his Tesla. As I gently massaged his scalp, I allowed my ears to be caressed by the lyrics of the song.

This city's mad in the head

And sick in the soul

All the stars flew away a long time ago

Isn't that nice

Like Miami Vice

I go crazy when I'm without you

I go crazy when I'm without you

Well your life is like an infants dream

It's like everything's on TV

You see your face in the mirror

Could it be your place in the mirror

And so we turn on the TV one more time

And we see that everything is fine

"This song is really good." He said. "The eighties seemed to have a lot of good hits, the kind that describe how you feel and you didn't notice you felt this way until the song came on." He rambled into my skin, the breath of his words tickling my flesh making my nipples hard and pebbled.

"Exactly, I don't think anytime was more expressive and emotional than the eighties, it was my favorite. I know that sounds so cliche and nostalgic, but I've always felt so out of place with this time." I explained as I rubbed that spot behind his ear that caused him to groan and me to smirk.

Postcards from Paradise from the same band played next, I sang along a little and softly. Timothée lifted his head from my cleavage smiling up at me toothy, I giggled and it was cut off when he nuzzled the corner of my lips, and kissed me there. He sat up a little more causing me to bounce a little in his lap. He squeezed my hips and sighed audibly into my throat before kissing there as well.

I giggled softly and rubbed his back, and he responded by licking my chin and kissing my mouth and oh my God. Where has this mouth been all my life? Why have I never been kissed like this? Why hasn't anyone massaged the shape of my lips, or curled them with the rolling of tongue and pulling with teeth as if trying to bring my mouth closer. It wasn't fast, it was slow, slow, sensual, and I barely felt it before he gently pried my lips open with his and he slipped that long muscle in. He licked my tongue and rubbed my lower back beneath the shirt before cupping my ass, fingers flirting with the strings of my thong.

He sucked on my tongue before stroking every cavern in my mouth with that skilled tongue of his, and took a ringed hand to gently grab my jaw gingerly. The kiss grew to be more intense and we pulled apart reluctantly because we literally couldn't even breathe anymore. His face was beautifully flushed, Rouge bloomed across cheeks and the bridge of his freckled nose. 

My tongue hung out a bit and he stared at it with a soft, little moan before kissing me again, this time a little faster with saliva pooling. I squeaked and it was muffled, before hungrily kissing him in return, I wanted to kiss him so deep I wanted to taste what he had for breakfast. 

He rolled his hips up against mine, pinning a barely covered crotch with his hard on that the sweats barely concealed. My eyes rolled back and he kissed my lips more before sweetly kissing my cheek and eyes. Then he sucked on my ear lobe like it was a gobstopper. I shivered and released a shaking moan, I was dripping wet staining his sweats as he fucked me through clothing practically. He then thrust his tongue into my ear. "Timothée!" I cried out. 

He ripped his shirt from my body with such force I heard the expensive buttons clatter to the floor.  His eyes zeroed in on my breasts and he grasped them and squeezed them. "These are so…fuck." He buried his face in them and sucked on my fawn colored nipples and sucked hard , teeth grazing as his mouth tugged on them painfully in a way that had me on the verge of an orgasm.

I watched him suck between the two with his eyes rolling back. I can't believe he was getting off from my breasts like this, he's so hot. I tugged hard on his curls and he snuck a hand below before ripping my thong off, it now laid in tatters on the floor of his car.

He laid back on his reclined seat. "Come on kitten, climb up."

I was dizzy and panting. "Huh?"

"Straddle my face."

My eyes widened. "I might crush you."

"Good, it'd be a hell of a way to go. I want those playboy, made for shorts thighs that are most likely the envy of every gymnast, to hug my head, forcing my face further into that sweet little cunt. I don't give a fuck if you're worried for some stupid reason, you haven't reason to be self conscious you're easily the most beautiful most sexually frustrating little sex kitten ever to be born. And if you don't sit on my face right now I'm going to punish you, I mean it."

I didn't see this coming, the unexpected dominant nature, the filthy praise. He was out of my wettest dreams.

I wanted to be so good for him, so I didn't waste a moment more. I hovered my dripping pussy over his awaiting mouth, and he grabbed my thighs and pushed his face up pressing his mouth to me, causing me to gasp. He then laid back down bringing my ass right to his face. 

His groan vibrated rapturously against my pussy before he sucked on my labia with greed. I gasped and grinded down and thoroughly rubbed his tongue through every fold before thrusting his tongue inside of me. My eyes rolled back and rode his face more, his nose bumped against my clit and then he sucked my bud into his mouth and I couldn't wait, and when he slapped my ass so hard causing a wave of ripples thundering across my ass, I came so hard and so much and my eyes rolled back again and I felt like a doll that's voice box has been broken and I'm sputtering things on repeat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out, tears poured down my cheek in black from my mascara. 

I slid down and pushed down his sweats into his anaconda of a cock  sprung out almost cartoonishly. I was drooling, and it hit his thigh. His cock twitched and he whined. "Fuck." He gasped.

I reached down and rubbed my release from my pussy, I dropped saliva on his tip and took my slicked hand and rubbed my juices along with my saliva rubbing his cock with the organic lubricant.  He bucked his hips almost violently. I watched in awe as I took my soaked hand and rubbed and kneaded his balls. I couldn't  see his face since my ass was in his but hips and serpentine cock was telling me everything.  I gently played with balls and stroked his cock, wet and lewd sounds echoed in the car playing along with Flesh for Fantasy.

I moved my mouth down to the puckered hole between his ass, I swirled my tongue around his rim and he made the most delicious whine of a sound. "Fuck, just like that you dirty girl" he groaned his voice going higher at the end.

I spat on his hole before sucking on it and he bucked again. "Holy fuck!" He gasped. I still was stroking his cock sloppily, as I sucked on his hole, my drool spilling before I pressed my tongue in and his cock was leaking spilling his cock. Wet, slurping noises mixed with his whining. I then moved my mouth off of his rim and took his cock in my mouth, he gripped my ass and thrust into my mouth before spreading my cheeks and I felt his spit on my hole, causing me to moan around his thickness.

He mimicked my motions from earlier, sucking on my hole and I whimpered against his shaft. Timothée didn't hold back any longer, he started fucking my mouth  and I gripped his thighs to hold on, my nails dug into his skin as he sucked on my rosebud and proceeded to tongue fuck it as he slammed his cock down my throat. Tears spilled down my face as sloppy lewd sounds muffled my cries and his eager feasting.

I felt a single ringed finger move in stretching my back door entrance and I writhed, writhing like I was possessed.  I choked on his cock and orgasmed just when he filled my mouth with his release. 

He pulled me off him as he panted lazily, he gently patted my ass. "I'm not done with you, chouchou."

I felt boneless but was being pulled about, before I knew it he had me on his reclined seat with my bruised nipples pressed against the cooling leather.  He spread my legs and slapped my ass hard, when I let out a yelp he slapped it again and harder before grabbing it roughly in such a dizzying manner. He bit my cheek hard and I let out a sob before I melted into a moan. He bit my other cheek and I gasped. I knew I was going to be black and blue later. I shivered when he rubbed my dripping pussy before forcing two fingers in deliciously. 

"F-fuck!" I stuttered.

"Jesus, wet little fuck doll. Feel that? You love this don't you? Love me destroying this perfect made to order body. You want me penetrating you in every sense of the word, no one else just me?"

I could hardly answer so weakly nodded, but he wasn't having that. He bit my ass so hard and clung to the seat lurching forward. "Answer me, chouchou, je l'exige!" 

He's bossing me around in French? Was I dreaming? Did I get drugged and induced to this alternate reality like my own Wonderland?

I love it, I love this, I wanted his name etched into every part of me.Timothée, Timothée, Timothée, Timothée. 

He didn't demand me in harsh tones or a darkening voice, every command in French or English has been in gentle chastising,  stern and soft, almost lazy sounding, with a threat beneath.

"Shit, look at that pussy glisten, you like me roughing you up? You're a doll that likes to  be played with so hard she breaks? More Bratz than Barbie?"

"Yes!" I cried out, his words pushing me toward another orgasm.

"There's her voice, thought I lost it, don't ever not speak again baby. " He pressed against me, that weapon he calls a cock sandwiched between my ass like they're a pair of buns and he has the hot dog. He kissed my neck gently, his ringlets brushed against my skin. "I always want to hear your pretty voice, it's the most gorgeous sound in the whole word."

I almost cried at his saccharine words, no one has ever spoken to me like that.

"Yes, Timothée. "

"You're so good, so sweet, now are you going to be a good little whore and let me in?" He slapped his cock against my weeping hole. "Just gonna be a whore for me? Open your pussy for me?" He bit on my neck making me whine. "Shake this fine ass for me?" He gripped my ass making it jiggle. "Be good please" He pleaded and sniffed my hair.  "Shake it for me as I impale you with my cock, I've always dreamed…"

The fact that I have starred in his fantasies, I couldn't believe I was that high on someone like Timothée Chalamet's pedestal. He pushed inside me slowly, and I felt him so deep in, tip brushing close to my cervix, I felt brain dead. Once he bottomed out he placed his hand on my abdomen where I could see his outline of his dick, holy fuck.

Remembering his pleas, I moved my ass bouncing it back on his cock provocatively.  He groaned his hands held onto me possessively, his breath panting in my ear as he pinned me down with no way of me escaping as he fucked into me. His balls slapped against my pussy lips. "Good girl, good girl. Fuck that's it, best ass in the world, best pussy, so tight!" He gasped as he pounded inside of me faster, obscene sounds of our affair overpowered the volume of our Playlist.

I whined for more. He was thrusting so fast and so hard, stretching me more than I've ever been and the delicious pain of him hitting my cervix pulling me into a state of bacchanal frenzy. I couldn't ever cum unless I felt a bite of pleasure, he knows my body so well like he owns it. He bit the back of my shoulder sinking his teeth in and I gripped his cock, choking it with my pussy.

He sobbed out into my ear, pounding faster and faster, my eyes crossed, my tongue fell out and unintelligent words spilled from my mouth as I squirted and made a mess on his cock and his expensive car. I felt him fill me and fill me, no way could anyone have this much cum? It hasn't ended, I suddenly for the first time desired cumflation, to show physical evidence of where it all went.

"I-ung-ngh!" I got out and he laughed maniacally, lost in his own state of euphoria. "Fuck that's right, take it. Sois une gentille fille pour moi, prends tout mon petit chaton crème. Laisse-moi te posséder, te posséder, et je t'adorerai, je ferai tout ce que tu voudras. S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, putain!"

He finished his last ropes, with a loud outcry. We cried together and he collapsed against me. His cock still in me was still hard even though he panted like he climbed Everest when he just climbed me. "One more time please…one more time before I take you home."

I was beyond exhausted, everywhere was sore. I would need an Epsom salt bath, 3 200mg ibuprofen, and cotton underwear. No way could I take another around. "Okay, just one more."

@sufferingstarlight @meetmyothersouls