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as much as i would kill a person to have martha be a replacement for kate in unit or whatever and show up in ncutiâs seasons, i donât think that should happen unless they somewhat repair the way she was treated by RTD during his first run, and the only way to do it is by having her and 14 share a scene in the incoming specials đ
#as in rtd used his idealized white male lead to inflict most of the mistreatment martha endured at the writers hands#and the guy is back so hey you have the perfect opportunity to do something cool! or is rtd against criticism of his own run? <- genuine as#so i donât think they deserve to have martha and 15 interacting unless they close that window. and iâll take that!#martha jones
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THE PRANK THAT BACKFIRED (sort of?)
drew starkey x fem!reader
SUMMARY: reader and drew decide to play a prank on the obx cast for her youtube channel. they do the âasking to have another girl overâ prank, which results in a very angry obx cast who are out to get drewđ
based on this ask !! i hope this is what you asked for @xoxosblogsblog !! i had so much fun writing this and it was ADORABLE, i hope you like it :)) <3
WARNINGS: pure tooth-rotting fluff, slight angst (not really), like one (?) curse word, insinuation of cheating (the prank), chase & rudy threaten to âthrow handsâ with drew lmao. (lmk if i missed anything!)
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Y/N adjusted the camera, angling it perfectly to catch the cozy backdrop of the apartment she shared with Drew during her surprise visit to the set of Outer Banks season four.
The faint hum of laughter and chatter outside hinted at the cast heading out to grab food, giving her the perfect opportunity to set her plan into motion.
"Hey, guys!" she began with a bright smile, wiggling her fingers to the camera. "Welcome back to my channel. Today, I've got something hilarious planned. You've seen those TikTok pranks where someone asks if they can bring another girl over while their partner's friends or family are listening, right? Well, I'm doing it todayâwith Drew."
She smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I've got the cast in on this. Well, not really in on itâthey think I'm at a friend's place for the night, so this is going to be pure gold. Let's see how much they love me and how far they'll go to defend me from Drew's, um... betrayal."
She turned the camera to Drew, who sat beside her on the couch, half-smiling, half-shaking his head.
"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Drew muttered, running a hand through his hair. "They're going to kill me."
"Kill us, you mean," Y/N teased, poking his side. "But it'll be worth it. Trust me."
"Uh-huh," Drew replied, arching a skeptical eyebrow. "When JD and Rudy show up with pitchforks, you're taking the blame."
Y/N laughed, her grin widening as she leaned into him. "Oh, come on. You know they love me too much to actually hurt me. You, on the other hand..."
Drew sighed dramatically but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips.
A few minutes later, Y/N tucked herself behind the camera, keeping it trained on Drew. Drew pulled out his phone and dialed JD's number, putting the call on speaker. The phone rang twice before JD answered, his voice lively with the sounds of clinking plates and background chatter.
"Yo, Starkey!" JD greeted. "What's up, man?"
Drew exchanged a quick glance with Y/N before diving in. "Hey, would you guys mind if I invited someone over?"
The line went silent for a beat, then JD's confused voice came through. "Uh... sure? Who?"
"Just a friend," Drew said casually.
"Cool, yeah," JD replied, his tone nonchalant. In the background, Madelyn could be heard asking, "Who's he inviting over?"
"Oh, she's just someone I met recently," Drew added, making his voice as nonchalant as possible.
Madelyn's voice sharpened. "Wait, she? Did he say she?"
JD stammered for a moment, then said, "Uh, Drew, man, what are you talking about? You have Y/Nâwhy are you inviting another girl over?"
"It's not that deep," Drew said smoothly, earning a wide-eyed stare from Y/N as she struggled to keep from bursting into laughter.
"Not that deep?" Madelyn's voice rose an octave. "Are you fucking insane? Y/N is literally the best thing that's ever happened to you. You're just going to, what, throw her away for some random girl?"
"Yeah, Drew, what the hell?" Rudy's voice chimed in. "Y/N's gonna find out, dude. She always finds out."
"She's not even here," Drew argued. "And I just want some alone time with this girl. Is that so bad?"
Madelyn's voice was nearly a shriek now. "YES, IT'S BAD! You're in a relationship, Drew! A really amazing one, with an incredible person who, by the way, loves you more than anything!"
"And we love her!" Carlacia added. "You're crazy if you think we're not calling her right now."
"Right?!" Chase's voice joined the chorus, sounding equally appalled. "Drew, what is wrong with you?"
JD sighed loudly. "Man, I'm so disappointed right now. Y/N's, like, the nicest, funniest person ever. She's practically family. I don't even know what to say to you."
Y/N clamped a hand over her mouth, tears forming in her eyes from trying not to laugh. Drew, ever the actor, kept his tone neutral but shot her a playful glare.
"You guys are overreacting," Drew said, feigning exasperation. "I mean, Y/N doesn't have to know, right?"
The collective gasp from the group was loud enough to make Y/N choke on her laughter.
Madison started a rant so fierce it almost made Drew break. "First of all, how dare you? Second of all, Y/N deserves so much better than this! She's gorgeous, sweet, funnyâliterally the whole package! And you're just going to throw that away? For what?!"
"I can't believe you right now," Rudy chimed in. "If you're serious about this, I'm calling her. Like, right now."
"No, don'tâ" Drew began, but Y/N couldn't hold it in anymore.
Her laughter burst out like a dam breaking, echoing through the room. Drew immediately broke character, laughing along as he waved his hands at Y/Nâs camera.
"Wait, wait!" Y/N called out, coming into view of her camera. "Guys, relax! It's a prank!"
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line, followed by a cacophony of voices.
"Are you serious?!" Madelyn exclaimed. "You scared the crap out of us!"
"You both are the worst," JD groaned.
Rudy's laugh boomed through the speaker. "I was about to knock some sense into you, man."
Chase chimed in with mock indignation. "I was ready to drive back and throw hands, Drew!"
Y/N giggled, holding her stomach as she leaned against Drew. "I'm so sorry, but I couldn't resist! I saw it on TikTok and knew you guys would freak out. And you did not disappoint."
Madelyn groaned dramatically. "You two are so lucky we love you."
JD sighed. "I'm not speaking to you for a week."
"Okay, that's fair," Drew said with a grin.
Eventually, after more playful scolding and laughter, the group hung up, leaving Drew and Y/N alone again. Y/N turned off the camera, still giggling as she leaned back against the couch.
"That was amazing," she said, wiping tears from her eyes.
Drew shook his head, his expression somewhere between amusement and exasperation. "You're lucky they love you. If it were just me, they'd probably disown me."
Y/N smiled, sliding closer to him. "Well, can you blame them? I mean, look at me. I'm kind of a big deal."
He laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You really are. They adore you, you know that? It's one of the things I love most about usâhow easily you fit into my world."
Her teasing smile softened as she gazed up at him. "It means a lot to me, too. They're like family. And so are you."
Drew leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're everything to me, Y/N. I hope you know that."
Her heart melted as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his jawline. "I do. And you're everything to me, too."
They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other. The laughter, the teasing, the chaosâit all melted away, leaving just the two of them in their shared little world.
"You think they'll forgive us?" Drew asked after a moment.
Y/N smirked. "Oh, they'll forgive me. You, on the other hand..."
Drew groaned, burying his face in her shoulder as she laughed.
"Totally worth it," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.
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Curling Iron *ŕłŕź
Summary: based on @abq654 request! "Hi!! I don't know if you take request but if you do.. can you please do something like.. reader covered in hickey and next day, the wags ask her about it.. and she says it's curling iron.. and then drivers enter into room.. and wags greet lando like "hi curling iron".. or something like that!!"
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curling iron pt.2
your back was against the door before you could even realise what was going on. lando's lips had attached to your neck and his kisses and bites and licks were more than enough for your brain to melt. he was everywhere. you could feel him everywhere, and yet you wanted to feel more of him.
he groaned as his hands wandered and you let breathy moans. everything in that moment felt perfect. well, not as perfect as you would've preferred since the two of you were currently in his driver's room and not back at the hotel. but your hot, rich boyfriend had his hot, rich job to do, so the two of you took the opportunities that the universe presented.
his hands were on the button of your pants, and his lips on your neck, and just as things were about to get good, someone knocked on his door.
"lando, let's go, we've got media!" the person outside sounded urgent. he needed to go.
lando's forehead was pressed against yours as the two of you tried to catch your breath. lando's hands withdrew from your waist, and he leaned back to look at you.
"i'm so sorry," he whispered.
you smiled, shaking your head at him, "don't worry about it, bub. you've got a job to do. we'll have the whole night back at the hotel,"
lando smiled, kissing you softly once, twice, thrice. "i'll see you soon, yeah?"
you nodded, "i'm gonna sit with lily and carmen,"
he kissed your forehead, and said, "i'll come find you," just as another knock came. sighing, lando turned around and left to do his hot, rich job.
fixing your clothes and your hair, you left the driver's room as well, making your way to the VIP section to join lily and carmen. you spotted them quote easily, and walked through the crowd to where they sat.
"hey, guys," you greeted.
"y/n!" they exclaimed almost in unison. you smiled.
you took a seat beside them and joined in on their conversation. the world was bustling, and there were multiple tv screens displaying the track, the media pen, and any interview happening.
just as lando's interview came on screen, carmen's said, "what happened there?"
you turned and looked at her, confused. she pointed at your neck. frowning, you felt your neck, and the little sting of a bruise made you realise exactly what carmen was asking.
eyes wide, you stammered, "oh, just a curling iron mishap, nothing else,"
neither lily, nor carmen mentioned that your hair currently did not have curls and were in their natural wavy state, and instead just nodded, pretending to buy your lie.
the three of you fell into conversation again, and you tried your best to hide the not-so-little hickey that lando had left.
later, when all their duties were over, alex, george, and lando made their way over to the three of you. they had changed and the three of them seemed ready to go home. so were you.
"hey, curling iron," lily said nonchalantly, as you choked on your water.
lando looked at the two of you, confused, "what?"
carmen and lily's smirks were enough to make you sigh. facing lando, you moved your hair to show him just what he had done. lando laughed, shrieking and loud and you knew you couldn't be annoyed with him for more than three seconds. leaning forward, he pressed a light kiss on the hickey, seeming proud of himself.
"you can't do things like these, lan!" you insisted.
"why not? so i was having some fun with my girlfriend. big deal." he said.
"i agree. at least your boyfriend wants to have fun with you. mine forgets about me as soon as he sees either of these two boys," carmen grumbled, causing everyone to laugh.
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yourusername: boyfie's choice of celebration tonight!
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Older bf! Matt and sweetheart! Readers ⌠First kiss
Matt had invited you to his house while his brothers were out to bake cookies. You were excited to spend time together, completely focused on the fun of baking, and still oblivious to the fact that Matt had been flirting with you all along. Little did you know, he had something else in mind for the dayâŚ
When you get to his house you knock on the door, excited for the activity he had planned.
Matt opens the door with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey," he greets softly, stepping aside to let you in. He closes the door behind you. "So, I thought we could make the classic, chocolate chip cookiesâ
âHi, yeah that sounds perfect.â You say with a soft smile.
Smiling back at you, he leads you to the kitchen. "Come on, I'll get everything laid out." he says, taking out the ingredients and putting them on the counter. "I thought maybe we could make a little tradition of this."
âYeah! We could even make them depending on the holiday. Like for Christmas we make gingerbread man cookies, for Halloween maybe we could decorate them on theme etc.â You say showing interest in his idea, and helping him out with the ingredients.
He leans against the counter, smiling at your excitement, and can't help but tease gently, "There you go again with your sweet ideas." He pulls out two aprons, one for each of you. "Let me put this on before we make a mess..." He puts his one on and then grabs the other one and walks closer to you to put it on.
You get slightly nervous when he gets close and puts on the apron on you. âWe look funny in these.â You chuckle softly.
He chuckles too and ties the apron strings around your waist. "We do, don't we?" He says with a soft smile, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment before he steps back. "Now, let's get started on these cookies, shall we?"
âLet's get startedâ you agree. You guys start making the cookies, following instructions from a recipe you found online. You start adding and mixing ingredients.
As you work, Matt can't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way you concentrate on the task at hand, the way your hair falls in loose waves around your face, and the way your lips purse slightly as you focus on measuring out the ingredients. But he canât help wanting a little bit of extra fun. So he puts a bit of flour in his hands and spreads some on your cheek. âOpps, looks like you got something on your cheek.â He laughs.
âMaaatt!â You laugh. âIâm gonna get revenge.â You say as you try to do the same thing he did to you.
He dodges playfully, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Oh no, I don't think so!" He teasingly grabs your wrists just as you're about to flour him, pulling you slightly closer.
âNot fairâ you mumble.
"Life's not fair." He teases back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But if you play your cards right, maybe I'll let you get me next time." He slowly releases your wrists but remains close.
âJust a tiny bit on your nose pleaseeeeeâ you ask with a smile.
He pretends to think about it, tapping his finger against his chin dramatically. "Alright, alright. But only a tiny bit, promise?"
âYeaaaaah only a bitâ you say, but take the opportunity and spread flour all over his cheek and a small dot in his nose as you laugh.
He laughs out loud, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You lied!" He wipes his hands on his apron. "Okay, I guess weâre equal now."
You guys laugh it out and continue with the cookies. Once the dough is done you put them straight in the oven.
âOkay! In 30 minutes weâre gonna have some amazing cookiesâ you say.
"Thanks to your excellent flouring skills." He teases, still wiping flour from his face. "You know, you're really good at this baking stuff." He compliments softly, his smile warm. "You're really good at a lot of things actually." He says as he steps closer leaving you in between the counter and him.
You get slightly nervous as he gets close again and canât help but blush a little at his compliments. âThank you.â
He notices your blush and softly reaches up to brush a slight smudge of flour off your cheek, his fingertips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. The way you react to his compliments makes him want to give you more, to see that pink spread across your cheeks again. "You don't have to be shy around me, you know?â
You get even more nervous and you look away. âI-⌠Iâm not shy, Iâm just-â
He tilts your chin up gently with his fingers, forcing you to look at him. "Just what?" He asks softly, his voice low and gentle. His eyes search yours, looking for the answer in their depths.
âWell⌠maybe a little shy,â you admit.
He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "A little shy?" He repeats, his thumb gently rubbing your chin. "I think you're more than a little shy." He teases gently. His eyes are locked with yours as he gets even more closer. âCan I kiss you?â
Youâre shocked by his question. You donât know what to answer. So you just slur out the first thing that came to your mind. âI- Iâve never kissed.â
His heart skips a beat at your response. He gently lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin. "You've never kissed anyone before?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Well what else could he expect from someone as innocent and shy as you, he thinks.
You shake your head feeling slightly embarrassed.
He smiles softly, his heart melting at your shy demeanor. "And here I thought you were just really good at playing hard to get." He jokes lightly. He steps even closer, one hand still gently pressed against your waist while the other cups your face. "Would you... let me be your first?" He asks, his voice tender and respectful.
A pink shade spreads through your cheeks as you feel even more nervous. But your head nods yes.
He lets out a soft sigh of relief as he gently leans in, his lips pressing softly against yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. It's a kiss filled with tenderness and care, as if he's treating something precious. His hand at your waist tightens slightly as he deepens the kiss gently. While you kiss back trying to mimic his movements.
A soft smile curls his lips at your innocent attempt to mimic him. He gently slides his hand up to cup the back of your neck, while keeping the kiss slow and tender. After a moment, he pulls back slightly to look at your flushed face. "Perfect.â
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Feeder 86: The Top Ten
Can you believe that the Feeder86 âOrginal Gainer Storiesâ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?
This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time.Â
Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!
So, with that being said, let us begin...
#10 The Feedersâ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off âOriginal Gainer Storiesâ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feedersâ Formation, The Feedersâ Formalities, The Feedersâ Foreclosure, The Feedersâ Forecast, The Feedersâ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when youâre working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than Iâve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feedersâ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!
#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. Heâs one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldnât fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.
#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didnât have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as âThe Cursesâ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If youâre a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.
#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommyâs love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.
#6 The Pig Feed: Itâs not easy to write a gainer story where there isnât another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. Itâs a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.
#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us donât understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what itâs like to realise that youâre not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.
#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, itâs one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...
If youâve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.
#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. Iâm sure weâve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I wonât spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeedâŚ
#2 Tommyâs Two Hundred. Donât recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet.Â
Now, Iâm not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. Itâs a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. Youâll either love him, or youâll hate him. Thatâs all Iâm going to sayâŚ
Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. Itâs all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!
Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th AprilâŚ
#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion.Â
With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control.Â
The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I donât need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, weâll have to wait and seeâŚ
So, there you have it! The the complete list!
This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...
So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations. Â
Also, donât forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Letâs all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! Iâm sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.
Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.
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May I request the Sumeru boys getting head pats and long rants about how attractive they are from their s/o who's blasted drunk?
Oh my god! This is so adorable!
Characters Included: Cyno; Tighnari; Alhaitham; Kaveh (+Wanderer)
Content: gender neutral reader; reader is drunk; fluff and funny, otherwise safe; Characters get flustered a lot
Word count: 2,8k words
I can't really write drunken slur, so just... pretend, okay? Also, I included Wanderer in this because he's technicaly a Sumeru boy and I love him and he deserves headpats. Anyways, have fun!<3
Cyno
He sighed heavily as he adjusted your drunken and slumped body on his back, continuing his way home. He knew it would go that way. You always got way too drunk when going out with your friends.
Yet you kept insisting that you would control yourself this time. That he could relax and drink one or two drinks as well. But Cyno was a protective boyfriend, so if you said you wanted to drink, that meant he was staying sober.
And again, he was glad he made that decision as he adjusted you yet again while you slept peacefully on his back, arms hanging loosely from his shoulders.
Still, he couldn't help but smile at you. After all, you were adorable when drunk, he always had something to laugh about and tease you the next day or two, so it was fine.
"Mhhh..", you mumbled, trying to turn around on his back, but finding that you couldn't move very much.
"We're almost home, (name). Just a few more minutes, alright?"
"Hhmm.. Cyno?", you asked, still sounding sleepy from all the alcohol you've been drinking.
"Yes, (name). I'm here.", he answered and you retorted with a small hum. Thinking that you would just fall asleep again, like the last few times, he kept his eyes in front of him and on the street, but then he suddenly felt a hand in his hair.
"You have so beautiful hair..", you mumbled, quiet like a whisper, which almost made Cyno think that your words weren't meant for him to hear, but then you continued talking.
"And your face! Cyno, do you have any idea how handsome you are? It's unfair!"
Hearing you say this, so unexpected, it made his cheeks all hot, getting red just from a few compliments from his significant other. He was really glad that you couldn't see him right now.
"Hey! Did you hear me?", you suddenly yelled, but still continued to stroke through his hair while Cyno kept walking with you on his back, which only gave you the perfect access to his hair that you needed.
"Hey? Cyno!", you yelled again but he kept quiet, still flustered from your compliments. He just wasn't used to that, okay?
"Meanie... but still a handsome meanie... MY handsome meanie.."
You then started giggling, laying your head to rest on his neck, but you still kept playing with his hair..
Oh Archons above.. he would have to make sure about your memories after you woke up. He couldn't handle it if you were to tease him about his reaction (or lack thereof) to your remarks. Because sober-you would have no problem figuring out that he didn't answer out of embarrassement..
Tighnari
Partys and such were a rare occurence within Gandharva Ville, but they did happen from time to time.
Today was such an occaision. One of the forest rangers recently got engaged and with permission from Tighnari was now hosting a small party with all his colleagues and friends.
Tighnair himself has only been a brief guest to said party. Not because he wasn't happy for the couple or didn't like the guy. It was simply because it quickly reached a state were it was just too loud for him to handle, and he didn't want to get yet another headache.
He went to the newly engaged couple for one last time, congratulating them again, before telling him the reason for his early departure. They were understanding, offering to safe him some of the leftover food, which Tighnari greatly appreciated and accepted.
You, however, decided to stay for a bit longer, which Tighnari didn't mind all that much. There weren't really that many opportunities for the people here to have fun, and he didn't want to put a damper on things, so he agreed.
He went home alone and made himself comfortable in bed, reading a book he recently started to pick up. Of course, it felt a little bit off to him, since you were missing from your usual spot by his side, but that was just his fox side being needy. He would be fine like this for a few hours.
Time continued to go by and it was now late at night, yet Tighnari could still hear that the party was far from over. However, he did get a bit of a bad feeling when he suddenly heard knocking from his front door.
"Yes?", he asked to let the person know that he was still awake.
"Ah, Master Tighnari. Sorry for the late disturbance. We were just.. hoping that you could come and collect (Name)? They're pretty drunk but refuse to be taken home by any of us."
"...I'm coming.", Tighnari sighed but still got up from bed and made his way over to the venue. It was only a short walk but even standing outside hurt his ears already from how loud it was inside.
When he walked inside, he instantly spotted you, talking to a group of Forest Rangers. Even though he was a bit further away, he clearly saw you swaying from one side to the other, people watching you closely to make sure that you wouldn't just fall to the side... Archons, you were absolutely drunk.
He sighed again as he made his way over to you. You spotted him when he was only a few more steps away. Your entire face lit up with excitement and you threw your arms out for him as you yelled "Tighnari!!"
He smiled, even though his ears hurt just a tad bit more from your hinge, but he didn't mind. It's not like you were aware of your actions right now.
"There's my beautiful boyfriend!"
He stopped at that, but didn't really have much time to react since you were throwing yourself at him. He caught you as you kept laughing and giggling, nuzzling up to his neck.
Then, the next second, you detached from him, standing by his side. "Right? Isn't he so pretty?", you looked expectantly at the forest rangers, who were all looking kinda amused at Tighnari.
"Come on, (Name), let's get home.", he tried to pull you along with him, which you let happen, to his surprise.
The entire walk back to his hut, you kept saying things like how beautiful he was and how unfair it was. To be honest, it made him flustered beyond anything.
Once he had you home and changed into your sleepwear, he just wanted to sleep, but seemed like you had other plans. You grabbed him and pulled him so that his face was now against your chest as you began to gently stroke through his hair, occaisonally scratching his ears as well.
"So pretty.. my pretty boyfriend.. very handsome..."
You kept mumbling to yourself, stroking and massaging his scalp and even though Tighnari was a blushing mess, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the attention and the compliments..
Alhaitham
Even though he would never admit to it, Alhaitham was staying up late because of you.
You had told him that you would be going out with your friends tonight and that you would be getting late so he didn't have to wait up on you.
Little did you know that Alhaitham had picked up a habit... he quite literally wasn't really able to sleep anymore without you either by his side in bed or just in his general presence.
Don't get him wrong, he was still able to sleep without you, it was just that his sleep tended to be a lot worse and pretty light when he was by himself than compared with you.
So, he decided to not heed your words. Instead, he made himself comfortable on the couch while he waited for you, reading one of his many books. Since Kaveh was out tonight as well, the house was silent for once and he actually got to finish his book, so he went to pick up a new one right away.
He had no idea how late it had gotten when he heard a set of keys clinging from outside. He waited until the front door opened, revealing your form to him.
He immediately put his book aside and went to greet you, but that was also when the smell of alcohol hit him. Just how much had you been drinking?
"Haitham!", you suddenly yelled and launched yourself at him. He managed to catch you, but he did stumble from the impact, making you both fall back onto the couch behind him.
You giggled as you got up from him, but when you looked in his eyes, your face suddenly got serious as you climbed on top of him, looking him dead in the eyes.
He stared back at you, trying to figure out what was going on in your head right now. But before he could say anything, you took that off of him, revealing your thoughts to him.
"Why are you so damn handsome? It's not fair! Gimme some of that!"
He was shocked and confused at your remark, but before he could say something or react otherwise, you suddenly began patting and stroking his hair, getting him even further into the confusion.
"...What are you doing?", he asked, irritated by your behaviour. You never did something like this, not even when you were drunk before.
"Giving you headpats. You desere 'em for always working so hard... and for being my handsome boyfriend!"
You smiled up at him, clearly satisfied with your explanaition, but it left Alhaitham in a mess. He put an arm up, trying to cover up his cheeks so you wouldn't notice them turning red from your words.
However, your drunken mind didn't even recognise the gesture, you just happily continued giving him headpats, not making any indication that you wanted to move from on top of him.
So, Alhaitham simply resigned to his fate, letting you do as you pleased. There was no reason for you to know that he was secretly enjoying the attention he recieved from you right now..
Kaveh
Kaveh enjoyed a good night out with a few drinks just as much as the next person, maybe even a little more. You, on the other hand, never really enjoyed drinking and going out all that much, only doing so very rarely.
Today was a date just like any other with your boyfriend, Kaveh. However, when the two of you decided to go to a tavern, you decided that you wanted to drink something with him this time around.
Normally, you were the sober one, managing to get him back when he had a tad bit too much to drink but usually, Kaveh was pretty good at knowing his limit.
Seeing as how you wanted to drink something today, he decided to hold back on alcohol for today. You insisted that he didn't have to, but he wanted to stay sober so he could have an eye on you, just in case.
And man, was he glad he did so. Seeing as you weren't drinking much, you didn't have much tolerance for alcohol. So, you were already pretty drunk after only two or three drinks.
Kaveh had a great time however, seeing you all confused and still smiling brightly at him really only made you all the more adorable in his eyes.
He was having a great time picking at you, teasing you, until he was suddenly yanked by his collar. You had pulled him down so he was now at face level with you.
Your cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol, yet you were looking at him with a half assed, angry look in your eyes.
"What?", he asked, still smirking at you as he kept the position, remaining on eye-level with you.
"Quit teasing me already! Gods, why do you have to be so adorable when you're so annoying sometimes."
Choosing to ignore the last statement you made, Kaveh instead focused on the other thing you said about him.
"You think I'm adorable?", he continued teasing, even though his cheeks did flush a bit red at your words, but in your drunken state, you didn't realize that fact.
"Yes. And also cute, handsome, very beautiful, pretty-!"
"Okay, okay! I got it!", he suddenly yelled as he put a hand over your mouth, shutting you up effectively. Now he really wasn't able to hide his blush anymore.
He was looking to the side, trying to figure out how to go from here, when he suddenly felt a hand on his head. He whipped his head back around to you, seeing that you were now entirely focused on your hand in his hair.
You were petting him... in front of all the other customers of the tavern!
Kaveh looked at you, shocked, but not opposed to your sudden affection. You just looked at him and then flashed him your biggest smile.
Now he really didn't have the heart to tell you to stop, so he just let you do as you pleased.
And you did just that. You continued to pet and stroke through his hair, while the occaisonal compliment slipped past your lips, making him even more flustered every time he heard it.
Gosh, why did the Archons bestow him with such and adorable partner. He was sure he wasn't deserving of you, yet he soaked up the affection he was recieving like he was starving for it. It didn't matter that you were in public, he liked it all the more...
Wanderer
'Coming home' was an experience he never thought he would have. Yet he did get that... and so much more when you entered his life.
You showed so many things to him, helped him learn and grow so much over the time, and finally helped him build a place that really felt like a 'home' to him.
He enjoyed coming back to you every single day, he adored you with every fibre of his body. There was nothing in this world he wasn't willing to do for you and your happiness.
And yet....
"Babeee!", you yelled as he walked through the front door, greeting him like you usually do when he returns.
But this time, he is stunned. He immediately smells the alcohol in the house and all around you. You're much more enthusiastic than normally, which only solidifies his assumption that you had been drinking.
You did mention that you would be having a friend over today and wanting to have one or tow drinks with her. But it seemed like that turned into a couple more drinks.
He caught you as you were charging towards him, jumping into his arms without any regards for your safety because you knew that he would catch you, without a doubt. He always did, even though he complained to you afterwards (only half-assed, but still).
You immediately hugged him, pushing his giant hat off of him, so you had better access to him, nuzzling your head into the crock of his neck.
"What the- What is wrong with you?", he asked, incredulous. He never witnessed you acting like this before, so this was entirely new territory for him.
"He he", you just giggled and nuzzled against him more, tightening your arms around his form.
He stood there for a few more seconds before sighing and resigning to his fate. He somehow managed to pick you up and carry the both of you over to the couch so you could both have it a bit more comfortable than it would be just standing around in the open.
"Mhh.. pretty boyfriend.. so handsome..", you mumbled as you rested on his chest, and the remark made him freeze up under you.
Did you just- Did you.. mean that?
You must have felt his tensing up, because you suddenly sat up a bit to look at him with a serious expression. Then, you pulled yourself up a tad bit more, so that your hand now reached his face without problem.
You continued looking at him as you stroked some stray strands of hair behind his ear, then your hand wandererd higher, now massaging his scalp, patting his head every now and then.
"So handsome.. and all mine..", you continued to mumble, still staring at him with a serious expression.
He blushed furiously from your remarks, trying to look away from you but finding himself to be unable to do so. He wanted to say something, anything really, but the words keep getting caught in his thoat, so nothing comes out.
Then, you smile softly down at him and nuzzle down against his neck again, still stroking his head.
He just sighed as his arms around you tightened just a bit more, holding you more protectively..
He would never admit to it when asked out loud, but... he really started to enjoy this...
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A Deal with the Grumpy Officer [Tim Bradford Imagine]
Summary: You find the perfect opportunity to leave a date.
Y/N sat in a booth at the small, local diner, stirring her drink absentmindedly. Derek, her date, was talking about his job, but her mind was elsewhere. She smiled politely and nodded in all the right places, but something felt off. The conversation was nice enough, but she couldnât shake the feeling that she wasnât fully invested in it.
She glanced around the diner, hoping to distract herself, when her eyes landed on a familiar figure.
Tim Bradford.
Standing at the counter, holding a takeout bag and looking as unimpressed as ever. His blonde hair was a little messy and his tan looked like it had been freshly topped off. The t-shirt he woreâbright yellow with the word "Lakers" sprawled across itâstood out against his usual grumpy expression, giving him an almost comically serious air.
Y/Nâs heart gave a little leap. She knew exactly what to do.
âSorry, Derek,â Y/N interrupted him, her voice suddenly a bit too cheerful. âI think I need to leave. I, uh, just remembered Iâve got something I need to take care of.â
Derek blinked, looking caught off guard. âWhat? Already? But we were having a great time.â
Y/Nâs lips twisted into an apologetic smile. âYeah, but my ex is here, and I really donât want to deal with it. Heâs a bit... intense.â
âYour ex?â Derek looked confused, but Y/N didnât wait for him to process. She gestured subtly toward Tim, who had just finished paying for his food and was heading toward the door.
Y/N leaned in close to Derek, trying her best to look embarrassed. âYeah, heâs just over there. I donât want to make it weird.â
Derek glanced over and noticed Timâarms crossed, face stoic, staring at him like he could turn him to stone with just one look.
âOh... uh, okay. Yeah, I get it,â Derek stammered, suddenly looking uncomfortable. âYou should, uh... go take care of that then.â
Y/N nodded, already standing up. âIâll text you later, okay? Thanks for understanding.â
Before Derek could say anything else, she quickly made her way toward Tim, feeling a little rush of adrenaline.
âHey, Tim!â she called out, her voice unexpectedly chipper.
Tim glanced up, his grumpy demeanor softening slightly when he saw her. âY/N? Whatâs up?â
She quickly lowered her voice, stepping closer to him. âI need your help,â she whispered. âI need you to play along. Itâs for my... ex-boyfriend. Heâs here, and I need you to pretend to be, well, him.â
Tim gave her a blank stare, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. âYou want me to pretend to be your angry ex?â
Y/N nodded frantically. âPlease. I just need to get out of here, and heâs already looking at us.â
Tim sighed deeply, looking over at Derek, who was still sitting at the table, confused and nervous. âYou owe me big time for this.â
âDeal,â she said quickly, glancing back at Derek. âJust make it look convincing.â
With a grunt of agreement, Tim walked past her, glaring in Derekâs direction as he passed. Y/N quickly followed him, turning back toward Derek with a resigned expression. âSorry, but Iâve really got to go. He is being difficult and... you know how that goes.â
Derekâs eyes widened when he saw Tim, his arms crossed and his expression downright terrifying. âWait, your... ex is that guy?â
Y/N nodded as casually as possible, taking a few steps back. âYep, him. I should really go. Iâll text you later.â
Derek looked from her to Tim, then back to her. âUh, okay... no problem. Take care.â
Without another word, she turned and quickly walked after Tim, not daring to look back at Derek. She couldnât help the small grin that tugged at her lips as they stepped out of the diner and into the cool night air.
Tim didnât say anything as they walked toward his car, his usual gruffness returning. He unlocked the door with a click and tossed the takeout bag into the passenger seat before getting in himself.
âSo... what now?â he asked, clearly unimpressed by the situation.
Y/N slipped into the passenger seat, glancing over at the bag of food. âWell, Iâd say we go somewhere comfortable.Maybe watch the Lakers game?â She shrugged casually, trying to sound lighthearted despite her nerves. âI mean, youâre already here and, well... I could use the distraction.â
Tim gave her a sidelong look but didnât argue. âYou really think Iâm going to share my food with you?â
She grinned, reaching over and tugging the bag closer. âIâm sure youâll be generous. After all, youâre the one doing me the favor.â
Tim rolled his eyes, but there was a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âThis is the last time I help you out, you know.â
Y/N laughed, feeling a little more at ease now that they were both in the car. âOh, that's what you said last time as well.â
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The drive to Timâs place was short.They were sitting on his couch, the game on in the background. The Lakers were playing their rivals and the tension in the room was palpable, but for once, Y/N wasnât focused on the game. She was too busy stealing bites of Timâs fries when he wasnât looking, trying to ignore the way his presence was oddly comforting.
Timâs focus was entirely on the TV, but every now and then, heâd glance at her and she could see the faint hint of a smile on his face.
âSo, the Lakers, huh?â she said, taking a bite of his burger when he wasnât paying attention.
Tim didnât look at her but there was a dry edge to his voice. âYeah, theyâre not bad.â
âNot bad?â Y/N asked with mock disbelief. âTheyâre amazing, Tim! Youâve gotta be more invested than that.â
âSure, sure. Amazing,â he muttered, shaking his head with a slight chuckle.
Y/N smiled to herself, watching the game for a bit, but then her gaze drifted to the take-out bag again. She couldnât help but laugh quietly to herself. âYou know, Iâm pretty sure this isnât how I expected my night to go.â
Tim glanced at her, his expression unchanging. âWhat, you didnât think youâd be eating my fries and watching a game with me?â
âDefinitely not.â She chuckled. âBut Iâm glad it turned out this way.â
Tim didnât respond right away, but when he finally looked at her, there was something a little warmer in his gaze. âYeah, me too.â
And just like that, the night stretched on in comfortable silence, the Lakers playing in the background as they shared food and time in each other's company. Despite everything, it was exactly what she needed.
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Hi I love your writingsâ¤ď¸
I was wondering if you could do a Modern AU for the Hashira? Where they get drunk at the bar and the reader has to take care of them? (Separately and GN!Reader) Of course make Shinobu, Mitsuri, Rengoku and Muichiro(if you choose to do him) a bit older since theyâre under 21?
Thank you for your time���ââď¸
(Hey hey! Each character has a different scenario so I hope thatâs okay. Also sorry I didnât do Obanai and Muichiro bc I had no idea what to write. Other than that I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day!)
Drunk Hashira getting taken care of by their S/o
(Characters Included- All the Hashira besides Muichiro and Obanai)
(Warning: Mainly fluff, swearing, and suggestive nsfw comments in Shinobuâs part)
đŚShinobu KochođŚ
- You and Shinobu were going on a date to a fancy restaurant. You had told her before that she doesnât have to take you out to an expensive dinner but she insisted. After all, she loves to spoil you. She ordered both of you a bottle of wine to share, pouring the liquid into your glass before helping herself with some. The date was utterly perfect.
- As the evening progressed, Shinobu began noticing her speech slur. So she moved the bottle away from her, she didnât want to be blackout drunk on a romantic evening such as this.
- âUh oh, someoneâs a little tipsy.â You teased, chuckling at her unimpressed reaction.
- âOh sorry, I was just thinking about you while drinking it and how divine youâll taste when we get back home.â Shinobu teased back, smirking at you.
- Time flew by quickly and before you knew it, you arrived home. Sitting on the couch with your girlfriend resting against you. âAre you doing okay?â You questioned, hoping that she didnât drink enough to get a hangover.
- Shinobu softly smiled at you, âYes I am, I didnât drink that much now.â She giggled quietly, grabbing your hand to hold it loosely. By her mannerisms, you knew that sheâll be asleep in no time. You placed a kiss on her head before whispering a small âI love youâ to her, sending her off to sleep.
đĄMitsuri KanrojiđĄ
- Mitsuri went out with Shinobu to just hang out, since they havenât in a while. Checking out the shops, talking about whatâs new, and etc. Getting hungry, they decided to go to this restaurant that they had never been to before. Luckily it wasnât that busy so they got seated rather quickly. After getting seated, the waiter shortly came by to introduce himself. He asked what the two women wanted to drink and Shinobu told him, meanwhile Mitsuri was conflicted about which drink to choose from. The man took the opportunity to lean close to Mitsuri and point out some of his favorite alcoholic beverages, recommending her to try it.
- Mitsuri being peer pressured, ordered all of his favorite drinks which was about seven different drinks in total. After the man left, Shinobu brows furrowed as she voiced her suspicions about that guy. Mitsuri acknowledged her feelings and suggested to just ignore it and enjoy their afternoon. When the drinks arrived, Mitsuri tasted all of them, and to her surprise it was really delicious. Drinking up all of them during their stay, the drinks had a lot of alcohol in it so it was no surprise that she got drunk.
- The waiter noticed this and walked up to her, chatting her up and throwing terrible pick up lines in hopes to seduce her. Shinobu was getting more agitated by the second and wasnât going to let this go on any longer, âSorry to interrupt but we need the check please.â Shinobu said in a passive aggressive way, her tone leaving no room for defiance. The man gave her an annoyed look before going to get the check.
- âIs something the matter Shinobu-san?â Mitsuri asked cluelessly, her voice slurring as she spoke.
- Shinobu gave her a fake smile, âDonât worry about it. Iâll pay for the meal and I will drive you home. I canât have you driving drunk now, your partner wouldnât be happy.â Mitsuri nodded her head knowing that Shinobu wouldnât change her mind.
- When she dropped her off, she walked her to the front door; knocking on it. When you opened the door you noticed your girlfriendâs strange mannerisms: her stumbling, unable to stand up straight, etc. You asked Shinobu about it and she told you what happened. You were pissed at that damn waiter but kept your cool. Mitsuri needed you right now to take care of her. You thanked Shinobu before bringing your intoxicated girlfriend inside and sat her on the couch.
- Going to get everything you would need, Mitsuri followed you like a lost puppy. You tried to convince her to rest but all she wanted was to stay with you, and the way she looked at you, god dammit you couldnât deny her. So you let her cling onto you, and you took her back to the couch. Laying down and placing her head on your chest, listening to her mumble sentimental thoughts she had about you.
đĽKyojuro RengokuđĽ
- He was at a restaurant with Mitsuri, Uzui, Shinobu, and a few other friends. Just catching up and hanging out with his good friends. He talked to Mitsuri next to him while he scanned the menu. Some of the alcoholic beverages looked delicious so he ordered some to try them out. He figured why not since he doesnât usually drink often and heâll only have a little bit.
- As the evening progressed, he was so caught up with talking with the others and having fun that he didnât even realize that he was getting more tipsy by the minute. That was until Shinobu said something about it. âYou're drinking quite a bit Rengoku-san, you might want to stop before you go throwing up on us.â Shinobu jokingly commented.
- âAh youâre right Kocho! I was having so much fun that I didnât even notice, how embarrassing!â Rengoku exclaimed before checking his phone for the time. âOh itâs getting late, I should get going. I donât wanna worry my partner.â He got up from his seat, waving everyone goodbye before exiting the restaurant. He didnât want to call and risk the possibility of waking you up so he called an Uber.
- When the Uber dropped him off and he stumbled his way into the shared house. He found you chilling on the couch, smiling when he came into your line of sight. âLooks like someone had fun.â You spoke first, walking over to him.
- âI had a good time! Although unfortunately I drank a little too much so my apologies.â Rengoku bowed a little, almost falling forward. Luckily you were there to catch him and lead him to the bedroom. He waited patiently on the mattress as you went to get some water and pain medicine for the next day.
- You came back with the supplies in hand, placing them on the bedside table. âTake those as soon as you wake up tomorrow, itâll help your hangover.â You explained, crawling into bed with him. He gave a small hum of acknowledgment before the events of the day quickly caught up to him and he slowly drifted asleep.
đTengen Uzuiđ
- He was at the club with you, Makio, Suma, and Hina. You all were having a good time. Uzui was talking to some people and this guy was bragging about how he can out drink everyone in this club. So Uzui challenged him and there started a drinking war.
- You were staying back, watching the scene unfold while Hina tried to get Suma and Makio to quiet down their loud cheering. After a while the man collapsed and begrudgingly gave up while Uzui was celebrating his victory. Though he was wasted. When he stood up he almost fell but still continued to party.
- Both you and Hina looked at each other and decided that yâall should go home so this doesnât escalate, plus you all had enough partying for one day. So you dragged a wasted Uzui out of the building and into the car.
- Arriving home, Uzui stumbled his way into the house, still boasting about winning the drinking match. You and Suma glided Uzui into the bedroom, convincing him to rest up. Makio went to prepare a small snack to help him sober up a bit; Hina is getting some medicine, water, and a large bucket just in case he throws up.
- The next day after heâs mostly recovered from the hangover, he gets an ear-full from Hina about last night.
đGiyuu Tomiokađ
- One time he was at Rengokuâs house, Rengoku invited everyone there to hang out since itâs been awhile since they saw each other at the same time. So that brings you and Tomioka here, hanging out with the others. Everyone was taking shots, playing some drinking games, and generally having a blast. You asked Tomioka if he was joining and he accepted the offer. Usually he prefered to not participate in these activities but he wanted to have fun with you. He took a lot of shots before he started to feel tipsy, you could tell just by the look on his face.
- âYou should stop drinking Giyuu. I donât want you to get a bad hangover tomorrow.â You expressed. Tomioka mumbled in response, putting his head down on the table, leaning his body against you a bit. You put your arm around him to provide comfort as you waved Shinobu over.
- âShinobu can you please get us some bread or crackers to help Giyuu sober up a bit?â
- âAh jeez Tomioka-san couldnât control himself huh?â Shinobu teased, âIâll see what I can find.â
- You thanked her, before turning your attention to Tomioka. You couldnât see his eyes from the position that he was in but you could hear small snores coming from him. Assuming that heâs asleep, you smiled at him, draping your arm further on him and resting your head on the table. Tuning out any background noises and just basking in the warmth of this moment.
đިGyomei Himejimađި
- He isnât the type to drink, if he does then itâs only a little bit. For instance, if you and him are out on a romantic date then he might have some wine with you but not much.
- Though one day he attended a party that Uzui was hosting. Of course the party had a lot of alcohol. He tried to find something nonalcoholic and found what seemingly was just regular fruit punch. Gyomei grabbed a cup of it and smelled it to see if he could smell any alcohol in it. It didnât seem to have any in it so he took a sip, it tasted strange but in a good way so he just continued drinking it.
- Eventually over time, he got a bit tipsy and realized that maybe he should stop drinking the punch.
- It was getting late and he'd been there for hours so he grabbed his phone and called you. You could tell by his speech that he was tipsy so you said youâll be there to pick him up shortly.
- When you both got home, he laid down on the bed and waved you over to him, signaling you to lay down next to him. âHold on Gyomei, Iâm gonna get you some medicine.â You said.
- âI appreciate it, but I can do that myself tomorrow. Right now I just want you here with me.â Gyomei responded, sleep tugging at his eyes. Smiling softly at his words, you obliged, getting into bed with him and placing a small kiss on his forehead.
đŞď¸Sanemi ShinazugawađŞď¸
- You and Sanemi were at a bar that had just opened up in town. It was somewhat busy but even then yâall had no problem finding a seat. Sanemi called out to the bartender, which they quickly came by and asked what you both wanted. You ordered first, then Sanemi, and of course he ordered the strongest drink they had.
- âIsnât that drink too strong for you, lightweight?â You playfully taunted him.
- âShut up, I can down ten of these easily.â He retorted, looking to see your unimpressed reaction, making the veins on his face pop out. The bartender placed your drink in front of you before Sanemi pointed at them âMake that ten.â
- You chuckled at him, already knowing that he probably wouldnât be able to drink that much. Though he wanted to prove you wrong.
- About a half hour later of talking and drinking, Sanemi already drank five out of the ten he ordered. It was clear that he was barely able to finish the fifth one so you put your hand on his shoulder. âHey Sanemi I think youâve had enough for today, I donât want you to get alcohol poisoning or something.â You said, hoping to sway his stubbornness away. âPlus Iâm feeling kinda tired so I wanna go home and rest.â
- Your last sentence managed to persuade him, after all he does care more about you than his ego. âFine, letâs go.â He said, getting up. You wrapped your arm around his arm to provide some support.
- Though when you got home, he tried to act like he was fine when he clearly wasnât. You managed to convince him to rest by saying that you wanted to watch a movie with him to end the day. So you and him were now on the couch, watching movies.
- âLove you.â Sanemi muttered under his breath, but not quite quiet enough to slip past your ears.
- âAw so being drunk makes you all sentimental huh?â You teased, watching his face flush.
- âShut it! Iâm just saying I love you.â
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Danger To Myself (Krampus x Chubby Easter Bunny Reader)
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After reuniting with his brother. Krampus didn't think his life could get any better. How will he deal with meeting a cute chubby bunny on top of that. Will he be able to keep his instincts under control?
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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I have a confession, I love Krampus. Ever since learning about his legend, I've been a huge fan. So when Red One showed him in such a different light, I knew it was my time to shine.
Anywho, hope you enjoy.
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He frowned at the mirror in front of him. Don't get him wrong. He was happy to rekindle his relationship with Nick. But a reintroduction dinner wasn't something he had been expecting. Still he was happy the other man wanted him in his life.
A knock came from the bathroom door. Breaking him away from his contemplated thoughts. Combing a hand through his already tousled hair. He opened the door, seeing the man on his mind.
His brother was cheerful as always. Slapping the taller man jovially on the back. That quickly turned into a tight hug. Nick was always one for physical affection. âWhat are you doing all cooped up in here. The guest are arriving.â His smile was wide and inviting.
Everything that the goatman wasn't feeling. Running a hand across his face, he shook his head. âNicholas, I do not understand why you wanted this. Is it really a necessary thing. To introduce myself to all of these people?â
Taking the man's shoulders into his hands, he faced him. âLook at this as the start of a new thing. No more being holed up in your castle. I know you enjoy everyone's company there. But this is a golden opportunity. Broaden your horizons and all that.â Patting his shoulders a few times. He led him to the dinning room.
All the while he grimaced and regretted agreeing to his brother's offer.
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Ok, so maybe his brother was right. There were a lot of new people to pop up since his banishment. It hurt to admit that they were also more interesting than he would have guessed. Jack Frost was a prankster, that he already made plans with to torment Nick. Garcia had finally grown out of his awkward teenage phase. It was still fun to tease him about it though. All in all it was a good time and dinner hadn't even started.
Then you walked in. He always knew he had a thing for larger women. But you were a different kind altogether. You were wide and plush, the perfect picture of fertility. It made his fingers twitch at the thought of how they would sink into your pliable flesh. His pulse was pounding as he took in your other more animalistic features. The flopping bunny ears, button nose scrunched, and cotton tail poking out of your pants. It was enough to have him gripping his drink to hard. The sound of shattering glass caused many eyes to swing his way. But the only ones he cared about was yours.
Your face became concerned as you rushed his way. Shifting the large dish you held to one hand. You grabbed his palm and looked it over carefully. Your touch was gentle and warm. Like a fire on a chilly winter night. Shifting his hand in your own soft one, relief washed over your face. Looking up at him you beamed. âSeems like there wasn't any harm done. But what else should I expect from the great Krampus.â
He flushed under his fur. Between your compliment and having to stop himself from reaching out for your touch. It was an intensity that he hadn't experienced before. One that he wasn't sure if he should give into or shun.
Before he could speak Nick's wife was coming over with a broom. âOh, must have been a faulty glass. Let me clean this up.â Sweeping the broken bits into a festive dust pan, she smiled. âEostre it's been to long.â
Bringing the smaller women into a one arm hug, you nodded. âFar to long. Especially if your using that outdated name. You know I prefer (Y/N) now.â Keeping your arm around her, you join her. Leaving the room for who knows where.
If he had an excuse he'd follow as well. Until then he'd have to wonder what was in your arms. Savoring the feeling of your name on his tounge.
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It wasn't long after that that dinner was served. It was quite the spread. Many of the items were Geman in origin. His bother did always know his favorites. Including the different varieties of alcohol. Piling his plate high, he sunk into the feast.
Everyone tucked into the food. Enjoying bits of conversation between bites. As he finished off his serving, eager to go in for seconds. Something caught his eye. A large dish half filled with a familiar dish. He wanted to kick himself for not noticing it sooner. It was a childhood favorite, Geman Baked Eggs. Ignoring all if the other platters, he scooped a large portion onto his plate. Bring a spoonful to his mouth, he had to pause. It was enough to make him hold back a moan. Butter, cheesey, and like velvet on his tounge. Better than any he had ever tasted before.
He quickly went for another bite. Only to be startled by your gaze on him. You were smirking and had raised an eyebrow at his obvious enjoyment. A part of him was defensive, while another was intrigued? He wasn't sure what to make of your attention.
Nick interupted the tension building between you. âOh, I'm glad you noticed the casserole. The first time (Y/N) brought it over I told her how much you would enjoy it.â
His gaze snapped from you to his brother and back. You made this delicious dish from his homeland?
Your smirk seemed to widen at his confusion. Shrugging your shoulder, you leaned forward. As if you wanted to share a secret with him. Without a second thought he copied your motion. âWe do share a similar history. Animalistic legends bound to a holiday. Just differing in attitude, that's all. Plus I always have plenty of eggs on hand.â You ended your statement with a wink.
Slumping a bit in his chair, he pondered you words. It was obvious you were tied to Easter. But he had never thought to visit the other legends from his own country. Always opting to stay tucked away in his keep. Or in the old days, with his brother. Maybe he had missed out on good times.
Returning your smile, he said. âIt is a wonderful dish. You do our homeland proud.â Tapping a fist to his chest, he tips his head in your direction.
This causes your expression to become more sincere. Your foot begins to thump rhythmically on the ground. Something you hadn't done since a young age. Taking a gulp from your glass, hoping to cover up your embarrassment. âYou should come by sometime.â His face shifts to one of surprise. âI can you know, show you around the farm. Give you a tour of the operation.â You hope that it didn't come of as desperate as you thought it sounded.
Nodding again he went for another bite. âThat would be nice.â He would take his brother's advice. His horizon did seem to be broadening.
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You had given him directions to a vast glenn. It was filled with various flowers. Shrouded within a large thicket of old trees. It was a sight he hadn't enjoyed in quite some time. Looking around the beautiful scene before him, he grew nervous. What if you regretted allowing him here? Would he do something to offend you. Causing you to kick him out. Yet another place he would be banished from.
Shaking his head, he frowned deeply. How had you wrapped him around your finger after only a single meeting. He felt like a boy with a school crush. As his eyes landed on you across the field. He couldn't find it in himself to care. It just mattered that you wanted to spend time with him.
Jogging over to him, you smiled brightly. âI'm glad you could make it. It wasn't to hard to find was it?â You shuffled your feet a bit. It was always felt awkward the first time you invited someone over. The anxiety of it all made you foot want to bounce.
His heart flutter, between your concern and flustered appearance. He was sure this day would overload his senses. âIt was no trouble, kleines Kaninchen. I am looking forward to today.â
You had to steady yourself. Little rabbit, you had never been called such a thing before. It was this moment that you were thankful for your fur. Not wanting the embarrassment of him seeing your blazing cheeks. âThat's good. Now let's head down the rabbit hole.â
Snatching up his hand, you took off. He was startled at the strength your soft hand held. Sure he had expected speed. But the power in your hand wrapped around his own. If he had to guess, he belived it would be no challenge for you to carry him. Even at the hastened pace you were going at. You were practically lifting him off the ground.
He would have continued marveling at your strength. If it wasn't for the fact that you were pulling him towards a very small hole in the ground. Before he could call out, the burrow widened. Easily large enough to fit the two of you. Jumping in, you gave him a mischievous look over your shoulder. His breath caught as he plummeting down with you. And he could confidentiality say it wasn't the fall that caused his breath to stutter.
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It didn't take to long for the tour. Even if the farm was large, how else could you provide so many eggs and chocolates. There were only a handful of key buildings to show off. You offered to tell him all of the hens names. But the suggestion overwhelmed him. So you moved on from the vast field.
Coming up to a large building, you leaned towards him. In a low voice you said. âDonât let the ladies know, but this is my favorite pass time. I could spend plenty of time with their feathery rumps. This though, will always be my passion project.â
Heading through the entrance, he could see what you meant. The sweet smell of chocolate filled the air in a delightful way. You made your way through the facilty. Nodding to the fellow woodland workers as you went. He knew being a goatman himself, it could be hard getting along with others. So it was a shock to see so many other animalistic humanoids. It made him feel oddly at ease. Though as he looked down at you. It seemed that was a feeling he was experiencing more and more.
Finishing up your conversation with a fox woman you nodded. Grabbing his arm, you wrapped it with your own plush one and continued forward. âI think youâll enjoy our next stop as much as I do.â
The warmth of you body spread into him. If you were taking him there, he was sure he would enjoy every moment of it. âI will hold you to that, kleines Kaninchen.â
There it was again. The way it rolled from his tounge had you fighting off shivers. Your smile softened as you guided him deeper into the building.
Opening the door to your final destination, you glanced at him. Taking in his wide eyes and surprised expression. Stepping away from him you swept your arms wide. âThis is our quality assurance room.â Candy was lined up, from wall to wall. It was organized by type and batch number, showing the sheer amount of variety. Making you way over to a smaller table, you waved him over. âI thought you might be interested in some of the more traditional chocolates. Though there is plenty more to try. If your taste is a bit more exotic.â You didn't miss the way his eyes seemed to dilate at your suggestion.
Heat pooled in his belly and he had to pause. You were a temptress, no a goddess of seduction. His muscles burned to pick you up and indulge in your taste. Bringing his face closer to yours his eyes become half lidded. âWhat would you recommend?â
In a flash your eyes lit up. Grabbing a speckled egg shaped chocolate you placed it to his lips. He was a bit shocked at your sudden change in demeanor. Still it was hard for him to resist your excitable nature. Closing his lips around the small confection, his eyes widened. It was creamy and smooth. As he bit into it he was surprised at the rush of spiced liquor flooding his tounge. âYou are full of many surprises kleines Kaninchen.â Steping closer, he pressed his body against yours. âShow me more.â
You wasted no time, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips moved feverish as they collided with his. He met you with just as much ferocity. Bringing his up hand to firmly grasp your plush bottom. He reveled un the way his finger sunk into you malleable flesh. Your bodies were flush against one another. Thrumming in the throws of passion.
When the door suddenly swung open. A deer man was looking over a clipboard as he entered. âHey (Y/N), we need yourâŚ.â As his gaze lifted from his work he gasped. Lifting the papers to his face he backed out of the room. Stammering out apologies profusely along the way.
Breathing heavily, he gently lowered you back to the floor. The both of your pulses were hammering in your ears. You sheepishly looked at him through your lashes. Admiring his rugged features as he gazed down at you. âI guess we could have picked a better place for something like thisâ
He smirked and nodded. âPerhaps I could return your hospitality. Have you ever explored in the depths of a castle?â His eyebrows raised suggestively as you giggled.
Resting your hand on his firm chest, you beamed. âI'm always up for a new experience. I've heard of a castle that has eternal Krampusnacht. I wonder if they can keep up with a bunny there.â
Your taunt got his blood boiling. Hefting your plush body up with one arm, he grins. Your lips met in another scorching kiss. âWe will have to see, kleines Kaninchen.â
With that the two of you made your way out. Hoping that you hadn't mentally scarred you worker. But eagerly anticipating what your next meeting might bring.
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Daddy Patrick going down on us, pretty please!đ¤
Daddy Knows Best 3.0
đđđđđđđ: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader
đđđđđđđ: Patrick wakes you up in the best possible way (in his opinion, hehe).
đđđđđđđđ: Smut, Daddy kink, oral sex (pussy eating and a bit of rimming), body worship, mild somnophilia, established relationships, fingering, Patrick is obsessed af, finger sucking, nipple play, hair pulling (Patrick receiving), dirty talk, pet names.
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đđđđ đđđ: London BoysâIâm Gonna Give My Heart
đ/đ: Hey guys! This was supposed to be a drabble, but thenâŚwell, I guess I went back to my Daddy Kink era, lmao. I hope you enjoy it! I have several drabbles in my drafts related to Daddy kink, so I will probably spam with them in the near future!
đđđđđ: [MASTERLIST]; [Daddy Knows Best 1.0]; [Daddy Knows Best 2.0].
The last day at work was pure hell, you were so tired and exhausted that when you got back to Bateman's apartment you blacked out too fast. You didn't even remember if you had sex or not.
Maybe you did, maybe you didn't, but knowing Patrick, you wouldn't be surprised if he used your exhausted state to his advantage, since he was definitely into things like Somnophilia. And what about that night when you suddenly felt dizzy after the glass of wine he gave you?
Too many questions without answers, but that's how it worked when you were involved with a man like Patrick Batemanâhe kept you on your toes almost all the time and somehow you even started to love it, but it wasn't really easy to admit that.
The first rays of sunlight of that Saturday morning pierced through the blinders and cast soft shadows over your sleeping form. Bateman's bedroom looked immaculate as always, everything in its place, the white walls now painted a golden hue by the sun. You were deep in sleep, wrapped in a blanket, unaware that Patrick, who had been awake for a long time and you hadn't even heard his alarm, had already finished his morning routine, including his workout and a brisk shower. Now his attention was all on you, on the way your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the curve of your hips so fucking alluring that he couldn't resist touching them through the blanket.
A soft purr escaped your parted lips, but you were still asleep. Even when he slowly pulled the blanket down, exposing your barely covered form, you didn't wake up, which only made things more exciting for him. With a mischievous grin, the man watched as you involuntarily rolled onto your back and that was the perfect opportunity for him to dive between your legs as he lay at your feet, stroking your ankles and then your shins as gently as he could. Bateman didn't really want to wake youânot yet. Inflamed, he carefully made you spread your thighs wider, as if you were doing it on your own, without his help. Patrick wanted to believe that even in your sleep you belonged only to him, that every little fiber of you was his to crave, to possess, to ruin. He wanted to believe that, no matter how delusional his fantasies were.
"Mmm..." You suddenly gasped, your hands sliding along the smooth sheets beneath you, his eyes already fixed on your still relaxed face.
Fuck, you looked so sexy.Â
Bateman could enjoy just watching you sleeping like this, but the nagging sensation in his gut was something he couldn't ignoreâhe had to feed it to keep himself from burning out from the fire blazing in his system. At a certain point, the man noticed that his own breathing was getting faster and faster, his control was still there, but the urge to just rip that transparent nightgown you were wearing was threatening to overwhelm him.Â
Shit. This wasn't as easy as it was with other women. You were different and he hated himself for letting you affect him in such a way that he was now really nervous of doing something that would ruin his perfectly crafted façade of a gentleman. A boy-next-door vibe that was both his curse and his blessing.
But here he was, lying between your legs, his hands slowly caressing your thighs until he finally leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on your mound, then bending lower until he had to pull up the hem of your nightgown so he could feel your warm skin. The moment his tongue touched your delicate petals, you arched your back like a bowstring and somehow your hands found their way to his head between your thighs.Â
Slowly, you opened your eyes and took a deep breath before looking down to see him pressing his face into you, breathing in your scent. At first you couldn't believe what you had just seen. Perhaps you were still dreaming?
"Patrick," you whispered his name and he kissed your sensitive clit in response. "Am I dreaming?"
Patrick smirked smugly, barely holding back a titter. "And what if you are?" His hot breath tickled your skin whenever he spoke. "Shall I wake you up?"
"No," you replied faster than you could think. "Please, go on."
"Please...?"
You smiled shyly and closed your eyes again. "Please, Daddy."
The second Bateman was about to call you his good girl, he stopped, thinking he had used that nickname too often. Instead, he decided to use the language of action. Without further ado, he plunged his tongue into your lascivious pussy, the taste hitting him hardâ it sent shock waves through his body, he could feel the tension forming at the base of his balls. But right now he couldn't concentrate on anything but you.
As he lapped at your now wet cunt, Patrick had to hold your legs open as you convulsed, literally writhing on the bed at how masterfully he was eating you out. Knowing when to lick, when to suck, when to kiss, when to nip.
"A-ahhh-Daddy," your voice was about to burst from the excitement. Bateman didn't hesitate and only intensified his actions, taking your little nub into his hot mouth and sucking it rhythmically with that slurping sound that set you ablaze. "More... I need more..."
What an insatiable little whore you were, he thought, but complied, little did he know that your desperation was just the perfect tool to manipulate him. Bateman might be a good manipulator, using his charm to get what he wanted, but you were no different. For you knew that YOU were his weakest point. Whether he denied it or not didn't matter.
When he suddenly pulled away from you, only to lift your hips a little to give your asshole a quick lick, you wiggled in his grasp, feeling embarrassed, and the man didn't press further, returning to his previous position to continue playing with your throbbing clit. As he huffed against your slit, his face became more flushed than ever, his brown hair was nothing but a mess and he didn't even care if you pulled too hard at times, knowing you were so close to exploding right in his face. He could also read it from the way your legs were shaking, and when he decided to put them on his shoulders, you moaned even louder, prompting him to use one of his thumbs as a pacifier as he pushed it into your mouth.Â
Whimpering around his finger, you sucked on it with all your might, feeling the coil in your core about to snap as your hands were busy tugging at his disheveled hair. You didn't even realize you were bucking your hips against his face, desperately anticipating the release that was about to wash over you like a waterfall.Â
It was exhilarating and terrifying. Like an unstable element that could not be controlled.
"Fuck, you're so hot," the man murmured into your soaped pussy, now using his fingers to make you cum. First he pushed one finger in, then added another, curling them to massage the spongy spot. "So wet, mhm-mm you make Daddy so proud," oh God, his raspy voice was your personal turn-on. The depth of it, the velvety timbre, the vibration cursing through your bundle of nerves, it was getting too much. "But now... I want you to gimme everything you've got, sweetcheeks. Everything! Will you do it for Daddy?"
Damn, Bateman could be so persuasive sometimes. So demanding. Especially when he used his mouth like this, his digits knuckled deep into your pulsating cleft as he massaged you from the inside, lifting his hazel eyes to your tensed face from time to time as he wanted to witness you unraveling for him.Â
Trembling, you almost bit his thumb as he cupped the soft mound of your breast, twisting your hard nipple between his wet fingers with calculated precision. After giving your blushing bud several wet strokes with his tongue, he suddenly pressed his perfectly shaped nose against it to nuzzle it. And that friction eventually helped you fall over the edge, and as you climaxed you froze in a silent scream, your head tilted back, your toes curled, and you had to claw at your own skin from the surging waves of pleasure.Â
In fact, you just died and came back to life.
Patrick stopped only after he had cleaned every last ounce of your cum, savoring its taste and licking it off his fingers. Gasping for air, you tried to catch the sight of him with your disoriented gaze. The red tint that painted his cheeks, neck, shoulders and chest looked so sexy on him.Â
In the blink of an eye, you sat down on the bed to get closer to him. Bateman didn't flinch, intrigued by your sudden audacity, and you didn't hesitate to trace a wet line across his rapidly rising chest. A lick, then another more tantalizing one that started between his toned pecs and went down to his happy trail, but then he stopped you.
"Uh, uh," he urged, pressing a finger to your lips. "I'm not playing these games with you."
Smirking, you gave him your most innocent look as you peered at him from under your lashes. "I just want to return the favor...you made me feel so good, Daddy. So, so good!"
The sly, fox-like smile that played across your face was both provocative and sophisticated, but it compelled the man to let you have your way only out of interestâhe reassured himself. Nothing serious, he could swear.Â
Wait, was he losing it already?
"Oh, that's really sweet of you," Bateman crooned, grinning brightly. "And how exactly do you want to do it?"
"Just lie down," you pointed to the spot next to you. "And I will take care of you."
Squinting, the man took a moment to assess the situation, for something was gnawing at him. Not that he thought you were capable of anything...anything of HIS style, but your sudden boldness was something new. Or maybe he just hadn't noticed that this boldness had always been there?
[To be continued...]
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love to keep me warm â
dick grayson
part of enviedear's winter wonderland... đ§ŕžŕ˝˛ dick grayson is your best friend, and has been since he moved to blĂźdhaven. you're more than familiar with taking trips to gotham with him, especially during the holidays! you've yet to miss one of bruce wayne's christmas galasâbut this year is different. this year, you're hopelessly trying to hide the recent crush you've developed on your best friend. wc 2.0k | fluff, like, the fluffiest fluff
the pristine penmanship of an envelope, mingled in the mix of bills and various other junk mail, has you feeling nervous. unlike previous timesâevery other timeâyou're not excited to be invited to bruce wayne's annual holiday gala. not this year, at least.
perhaps if you hadn't spent the spring and summer falling head over heels for your best friendâor, partner in goodâthat's what dick calls it.
you hadn't meant to fall for him. in honest, you've tried your entire life to stop any of this for ever happening. there were times, when you were younger and dick was still outwardly an idiot, that you'd let yourself imagine it for a moment...being with him. but you always stopped yourself, never let the idea take root.
but then the hottest summer in blĂźdhaven history happenedâand dick was so kind to offer up his apartment to you. generator-backed and remarkably cooler than your twenties era studio, you started out happy to have your best friend as a roommate. until it became too real, too perfect, and too out of your control.
dick grayson has always been a handsome guy, beautiful even, in some lights. but he's also the dork that sat in gum on the subway before his first dance, the annoyance who winks across the room when a conversation is going well, the loser that practices lines in his bathroom mirrorâfor criminals or lovers, you're unsure. he's been strictly off limits in your mind since you met.
but nowânow he's morphed into something much more, and with it, so has your innocent little crush. you feel unable to hide it. always on edge when he emerges from his room. what used to be normal hang outs now have you feeling like a teen on her first dateâyou find it completely rancid. everything was much easier when you had control over these feelings.
the envelope sits in your hands, a little heavier than it should. you can already picture the grandeur of the eveningâbruce in his tuxedo, smiling picturesque and politely, surrounded by gothamâs elite. alfredâs impeccable hors d'oeuvres and gentle quips. damian sulking somewhere in a corner, occasionally muttering about the frivolity of the season. and then dick...in a tailored suit that'll make your chest tighten, effortlessly charming as always.
youâve been to enough of them to know the drill. youâve stood by dickâs side countless times, smiling as people ask if youâre together. the answer has always been a laugh and, âno, just friends.â but this year, youâre not sure you can manage the smile.
âhey, you okay?â dickâs voice pulls you from your thoughts. heâs standing in the doorway, hair damp from a shower, a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips, and a loose t-shirt that somehow still clings perfectly to his frame. you hate how easily he does this to you.
âyeah, m'fine.â you say quickly, stuffing the envelope into the pile of mail. âjust bills.â
your mail still gets delivered to his placeâdespite the fact that you've updated your address again. it shouldn't be such an annoyance. really, it's a perfect opportunity to see him more...but seeing him while harboring the biggest crush possible is taxing.
he gives you a look, one thatâs a little too knowing for your comfort. âyou sure? you lookâŚtense.â
âiâm fine.â you insist, maybe a bit too sharply.
âokay, okay!â he says, raising his hands in mock surrender. but thereâs a glint of mischief in his eyes. âyou know, if youâre stressed, we could do one of those cheesy holiday things to cheer you up. ice skating? christmas movies? oh, waitâgingerbread houses. you canât be grumpy while decorating a gingerbread house.â
you canât help the laugh that escapes you. âare you suggesting that iâm grumpy?â
ânever.â he says with a grin thatâs so sincere itâs almost maddening. âbut youâve beenâŚquiet lately. i just want to make sure youâre okay.â
âiâm fine, grayson. really.â
he doesnât look convinced, but he lets it go, instead grabbing an apple from the counter and leaning against it as he takes a bite. âthere should be something from bruce in thereâyouâre still coming to the gala, right? you know it wouldnât be the same without you.â
your stomach twists at the thought. you canât imagine spending an entire evening pretending your feelings donât exist, not when theyâre so painfully obvious to you now. but you nod anyway, because what else can you do?
âyeah, of course i am!â you say, forcing a smile.
dick beams, and itâs so genuine, benevolent even, that for a moment you forget why you were ever worried. but then he turns back to his apple, oblivious to the way your heart is practically in your throat, and youâre reminded all over again.
surelyâthis is going to be the longest holiday season of your life.
the night of the gala arrives faster than you expected. the manor is alive with golden lights and soft music, the atmosphere a blend of sophistication and holiday magic. youâre in a dress that felt perfect when you bought it but now feels too tight under the weight of your nerves. dick, of course, looks effortlessly stunning in a black tuxedo, his smile lighting up the room as he greets guests.
you stick to the edges of the event, trying to avoid mingling too much. the grandeur of the wayne manor only amplifies your discomfort, the chandeliers and opulent decorations feeling like a spotlight on your inner turmoil.
but dick finds you, as he always does, weaving through the crowd with that natural charm. âhey, youâre not hiding over here, are you?â
âno, justâŚtaking it all in.â
âuh-huh,â he says, tone teasing as he leans against the wall beside you. âyou know, bruce said something interesting earlier.â
âoh?â you ask, trying to sound casual as your heart rate picks up. terrible.
âyeah. he mentioned youâve been coming to these galas for years, but heâs never seen you dance.â
you laugh nervously. âi donât dance...this way. you know i can't waltz.â
âthatâs a real shame,â dick says, holding out his hand. âbecause i happen to be a great dancer. and i think tonightâs the perfect night to be your instructor.â
âdick, iââ you start, only to be shushed with his pointer to your lips.
âno excuses.â he says, his grin soft but heavily insistent. âcome on, itâs christmas. live a little, dance a little.â
before you can protest further, heâs guiding you to the center of the room. the music shifts to something slower, more romantic, and you feel your breath catch as he places a hand on your waist, the other still holding yours. his touch is warm and grounding, but it only makes the butterflies in your stomach worse.
âsee? not so bad.â he says, his voice low as he leads you effortlessly across the floor. âyouâre a natural.â
âhardly.â you murmur, eyes fixed on his collar to avoid looking directly at him. but he tilts his head, trying to catch your gaze anyway.
âhey.â he says gently. âyou can look at me, you know. i donât bite.â
you laugh, though it comes out shakier than you intended. when your eyes finally meet his, thereâs something in his expression that makes your breath hitch. itâs kindly and steady, but thereâs an intensity to it too, like heâs searching for somethingâscouting.
âdickâŚâ you start, unsure of what youâre even trying to say.
âyou know,â he interrupts, his voice dropping to a whisper, âyouâve been on my mind a lot lately.â
your heart feels like itâs about to leap out of your chest. âhuh?â
he nods, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. âyeah. and i thinkâŚi think we should talk. after this.â
âafter this?â you repeat, eyebrows furrowed.
he smiles, but thereâs a hint of trepidation behind it. âyeah. but later, letâs just...enjoy this rare blessing of you dancing.â
you want to deny his requestâhound him for the meaning of whatever âthisâ is. but you donât. maybe even canâtâyouâre unsure. because when you finally lock eyes on dick grayson, heâs looking at you as if you're the bright, shining, expensive star atop the tree.
as the song begins to fade, the chatter around the room grows louder, mixed with clinking glasses and rhythmic heels. dick doesnât let go of your hand, even as the music shifts to something livelier. his thumb brushes gently over your knuckles, and you have to stop yourself from sighing in outright adoration. he's just being cavalierâyou remind yourself.
âcome with me?â he says softly, leaning down so only you can hear him.
âwhat? where?â you ask, glancing nervously at the sea of people around you.
âsomewhere quieter.â his tone leaves little room for argument, and before you can overthink it, heâs guiding you through the crowd with a natural ease.
the two of you slip out onto the balcony, noting small flurries of snow raining down. for a moment, youâre grateful for the fresh air, until you take a look back to dick.
he leans against the railing, hands braced on either side of himself as he peers into the distance. heâs silent for a moment, and then you hear him sigh.
âdick?â your voice is hesitant.
he turns to you, his expression so sincere it causes your head to rush. âi wasnât kidding earlier, you know. aboutâthinking about you.â
you freeze, your mind racing. âwhat do you mean?â
âi meanâŚâ he runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that makes your lips curve. âi mean, this past yearâliving together for a bit, working togetherâi realized something.â
you swallow hard, your chest tightening. âwhat did you realize?â
âthat iâve been an fuckin' idiot,â he says, his voice softer now. âiâve spent all this time thinking of you as my best friend, you know? my really perfect best friendâŚ" he trails off, scanning your face before starting up again, "but somewhere along the way, you became so much more to me. i think iâve been too scared to admit it, but i thought, you'd deserve to know.â
the words hang in the air, and for a second, youâre sure youâve misheard him. that your brain pulled fantasy into some horrid delusionâbut the way heâs looking at you, like youâre the only person in the world, leaves no room for doubt.
âyouâŚi'm sorry. what?â you whisper, voice more mouselike than human.
âi like you,â he says simply, his gaze unwavering. âmore than a friend. more than a best friend. and i think maybe iâve felt this way for a while, but i didnât want to mess up what we have.â he says it as if he's reading off his grocery list, so willful with his truth.
your heart feels like itâs about to burst, a mix of disbelief and relief flooding through you. âdick, iââ
âwait,â he interrupts, holding up a hand. âbefore you say anything, i justâŚneeded you to know. because pretending everythingâs normal when itâs not is starting to drive me crazy. and if you donât feel the same, thatâs okay. totally okay. we can go back to how things were. iâll deal with it." he shrugs, avoiding eye contact now, "i just couldnât go another year without telling you.â
âi like you back, god, i have for so long.â you say, your voice faltering off near the end.
his eyes widen, surprise and hope flickering across his face. âyou do?â
you nod, a small laugh escaping you. âof course i do. youâreâugh, youâre everything, dick. and iâve been trying to ignore it because i didnât want to ruin what we have either. butâŚyeah, i like you. a lot.â
for a moment, neither of you says anything. just staring at eachother without the barrier of friendshipâsomehow it makes him look even more divine. then, before you can blink, he reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek as he leans in.
the kiss is soft and tentative at first, as if heâs afraid you might pull away or reject it. but when you donâtâwhen your hands find their way to his shouldersâhe deepens it, pouring every unspoken word into his kiss.
when you finally break apart, youâre both breathless, a quiet laugh escaping him as he rests his forehead against yours.
âmerry christmas.â he whispers, his voice warm. the sound rumbles through his chest.
âmerry christmas.â you reply, heart full and satiated. and for the first time, you're glad you fell headfirst for your bestfriendâeven more glad he followed suit.
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yandere frontman x male player reader
a/n i wrote this when i was high as shit and had to spend to much time editing it i want to kms
Your hole in the wall corner store was going bankrupt, you were millions in debt and your life was falling apart. This store has been in your family tree since forever, it was your family's pride and joy. And you were ruining it, Of course you were. the one thing you had to live for was being taken from you. You were ashamed and embarrassed. Why did you have to be the one to ruin your family business? You felt hopeless, there was no way you could continue to live like this, i mean it wouldnât be selfish to kill your self, right? You have no family to take on the debt you created, so itâs fine. Maybe it was best to take the cowards way out. Someone stopped you though, on your way back home a strange business man stopped you and offered to pay you if you played a simple game of Ddakji, you couldnât turn that down, no way. In the end you managed to make half a million won, which was not nearly enough but you were out of options. The strange man gave you a card and went on his way.Â
With nothing better to do with your already broken life you decided to join this game. You didnât expect to win, god no, you just wanted to try something so you could say you really did attempt to make some money, and you didnât just give up.Â
You woke up with a quick breath, you look around quietly, you notice a 002 on your uniform. Interesting, were you the second person to join this game? Whose the first, they had to be more desperate than you to join so fast. You had a personal mission now, to find this number 1 guy.. You crawled out of your bed to start your search. Everyone was either waking up or still asleep. This would be your perfect opportunity to find this guy, or girl. You looked around for a good while and found nothing. It wasn't until the masked guards took you to the first game you gave up. You donât know why you're so interested in this man you're sure itâs just some boring fat old man. you were so incredibly focused on finding this guy you didnât realize people were dying around you. Well you did but it really didnât matter to you. On the walk back you noticed something, your number 001! And two guards leading him to the line of players, why was he with them? Maybe he got separated but you doubt it. You are definitely going to keep an eye on him now.Â
âHey your number one,â you stated, you really werenât good with interactions. your dad always used to tell you that your awkwardness was what was going to run the store to the grave, and it really did.Â
âOh, yes I am,â he said looking into your eyes. You stare back looking at every detail of his face. He was older but definitely still attractive. He didn't look like he belonged, he had the look of someone more well off. You glare slightly before continuing walking. You felt his stare bore into the back of your head.
Next was voting, you pressed O, you did want to continue the game. Why would you want to stop here, it was fun, and easy. It was just kid's games. It had been awhile since you were a kid but you're sure you still had it in you. You went back to your bed and sat observing, there was a group of people surrounding the person claiming theyâve played this before, You canât blame them who wouldn't be intrigued? you also noticed a purple hair guy and his little minion pick a fight with some other guy. Boring, what wasnât boring was the reaction of a certain number one. He was really interesting, first he supposedly worked with the guards and now you've learned he's really good at combat. Maybe he was secretly a guard, or some type of spy, you needed to gather more information on him. You look around the room and notice player 456, the crazy one. Maybe he knew something.Â
Your chat with him was unsuccessful, player 001 came back, the very person you wanted to gossip about. Maybe you didnât want to talk about him exactly, still if he was someone important and noticed you trying to get more information you're pretty sure heâll have you killed. Unintentionally youâve found yourself part of 456s group. You tried to slip away when 001 came back but you were too slow. Fuck now you were stuck interacting with this creep.Â
The time the second game happened youâre so done with these people. Player 001 whose name you've learned to be Young-il especially, he made you feel nervous, itâs probably all in your head that heâs a spy or something. Youâve done this before; get it in your head someoneâs out to get you when they're really innocent. But there's definitely something off about this guy.Â
6 legs was pretty much boring, you split away from gi-huns group as soon as the opportunity came. You donât dislike the group by any means but they were loud, you've always been so introverted. Maybe you were just jealous, you probably were.
â002,â 388 came up to your bed with the rest of the group following behind . You peel your eyes open, god you're not ready to talk to them.
âYes?â
âWhere did you go?â
âI lost you guys,â
You probably shouldnât make them hate you especially because they were your ticket to a good amount of money, even though they were against the games they were smart. And strong. Perfect for victory. They started talking about voting and you could care less. you wanted to keep these games going.Â
Mingle was annoying, you were the last pick of the group. When it finally was time for two players, young-li grabbed your Hand. You expected him to pick gi-gun who was practically his boyfriend, but no he picked you. When you got to the room you didnât expect someone to already be there. You were at a loss. Maybe it would be best if you just walked out. But young-il can never not shock you? He grabbed that poor man and snapped his neck. You were shocked but that proves your suspicion, this man was not who he seemed.Â
It was Time for gi-huns master plan. To fight back, you didnât have the heart to tell this delusional old man there was no way he would win but you did have a use for this. Finally proving that number one was evil. You were going to wait and see him betray them, but You decide to join the raid and follow in the back. When it was time to go to the front office you joined young-il and the group that went with him. You said you were going to stay with 456 and 390 but secretly followed behind him and his group. You saw everything, him shooting the people with him, him pretending he died and his smirk at the camera. You smile. perfect.
âGot you.â You raised your gun to face him. He didnât seem to take you seriously, he smiled softly before moving closer. You glare.
âBack up,â you yell, you clutch the trigger.Â
You shouldnât have let your guard down so quickly, you saw him reach to put his gun down. Seeing him submit you released your grip on the trigger just a little bit. He must have seen you relax, because Out of nowhere he grabbed his gun again and shot your leg. You fall over unable to hold yourself up. You saw young-il move closer towards you until he was standing right by your head. He crouched down before smiling even wider. You look into his eyes, you were expecting anger not pure bliss in your bloody weak body. Your world went black.
When you woke up you noticed you were on an uncomfortable leather couch. Your head was propped up on a pillow. Your eyes were still somewhat blurry. You reach to rub the blurriness out but you notice your hands were tied. You try not to panic just yet but that fails miserably. You look around desperately and wiggle around, unintentionally knocking something off a table, ouch now your leg hurts. You freeze for a moment, damn it now your kidnapper knew you were awake. The elevator door dings causing you to flinch, fuck time was running out. Quickly you rush to hide somewhere. Unfortunately your feet and hands were tied so there was not much you could do. Of course besides rolling. You quickly roll under the couch which fortunately was tall enough for you to fit under but damn, rolling off the couch must have reopened your gunshot wound , you almost scream in pain. You heard the clicking of dress shoes come closer, they stop for a moment before continuing. They stop right at the front of the couch before the owner of the pair of expensive shoes starts to talk
âYou know your feet are showing,â young-il, if that even was his name, said. You kept quiet even though you knew it wouldnât help at all.Â
âYou can come out,â he paused before continuing. âIâm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.â Â
Talk my ass. There is no way he just wanted to talk, if so why would he kidnap you? Yes, maybe you held a gun to him but still. You crawl out from under the couch, Or well wiggle out. When you finally managed to get out you saw young-il he was drinking a glass of whiskey. You were still on the floor wiggling around trying to free yourself from the rope. Young-il stood up and crouched by you.Â
âWhat happened to all your confidence? You were so sure of yourself with that toy gun of yours,â he smirked and started to pat your head. You flinch and scrunch your face.Â
âFuck you,â you glare.
âSh [name],â your eyes widened, you donât remember telling him your name. But if he was the mastermind behind this you guess he would know your name after all. It still did disturb you. He disturbed you. The way he smiled, the way he crouched, and how he patted your head. There was something off about him, I mean of course there was. You felt helpless, he had tied you up and was treating you like a child. You spit at him, what else could you do? You were helpless, ok? That seemed to make him mad, good. He stood up abruptly and stared down at you. He kicked you swiftly. the middle of your back hit the leg of the couch. You winced and curled up into a ball.Â
âWhat the fuck do you want from me,â you glare at the floor. You were still in the ball and your voice was low. You're not sure he could hear you.Â
âHm, you.â you heard the leather of the couch crinkle as he sat. What did he mean by you? Why Did he want you? You were just a failing business owner, you were about to end it when you were invited to these games. Maybe he liked that stuff? You hugged your legs closer, being careful of your wound. Why the fuck did you have to be so interested in him?Â
#male reader#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x male darling#yandere x male reader#yandere x you#yandere drabble#yandere front man#yandere fic#yandere squid game
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NSFW Holiday Hoes: [Frat JJK AU] Nanami x F! Reader
Eating Holiday Cookies!
Finance Student! Frat Treasurer! Nanami x F! Reader
Trying to save money in the frat's budget for all the expensive parties Gojo keeps throwing, you offer to help bake cookies for the next function instead of buying them. Though Nanami has something sweeter in mind he'd like to eatâŚ
Tags: porn with plot, friends to lovers, helpless pining?, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, condom, condom breaks, pull out method, hickies, neck kissing, established relationship at end, gojo is a rat, haibara and ieiri are in on it, MDNI, 18+
Holiday Hoes Masterlist
regular masterlist
Word Count: 9.4k
kinda rushed? LMAO
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Mariah Carey plays on the television of your shared apartment while you and Ieiri sit on the wooden floorboards humming along. Rolls of various wrapping paper litter the floor along with colorful bows, scissors, pens, and a few holiday snacks while the light smoke from her cigarette drafts in the air.Â
âPass the tape.â
ââHere.â
You seal one side of the box in front of you, tape sticking to each end of your fingertips while Ieiri struggles to tie a golden bow to the strap of a gift bag. Iori had left an additional pile of holiday gifts that needed wrapping beside you on the couch, apologizing while she ran out the door to her part-time job.Â
âThis is going to take foreverâŚâ
You donât bother looking up from your position with tape covering all five fingers on one of your hands and instead remain focused on folding a loose piece of wrapping paper. âHmmm? At least finals are done so we have the time.â
Ieiri sighs and finishes the small bow before sliding the gift bag near the love seat and looking at the mountain of boxes that remained stacked beside you both. The song shifts to one off of a Micheal Buble album and you hum along absentmindedly, back hunched over in focus despite the uncomfortable position.Â
Despite the 25th passing several days ago, most of your friends have begun to trickle back to campus from their break, creating the perfect opportunity for your belated holiday parties.
âWell,â Ieiri leans over and slides a small shoebox-sized gift closer to her before placing it on a roll of wrapping paper that was laid flat. âMaybe after this we canââ
Ring!
You both pause and look over to Ieiriâs phone lying on the coffee table and now vibrating against the glass with an incoming call. Placing the last few pieces of tape on the side of the box, you flip it over and look around for a spare marker while Ieiri accepts the call and places it on speaker.
âHaibara? Youâre on speaker.â
She resumes her task and slides the blade of the scissors up the roll like a hot knife through butter while you continue your search for a Sharpie.
âHey! Are you busy at the moment?â
âMmmm just wrapping some gifts. Whatâs up?â
Like second nature, Ieiri notices you looking under the couch searching to see if it had rolled underneath and silently reaches for a marker at her side and passes it to you.
âAh, perfect! So not too busy thenâŚâ
âHuh? Get to the point.â
Haibaraâs voice is light and airy despite him obviously being frantic as the receiver shuffles against something a few times and Kento can be heard in the background yelling at somebody.
âWell itâs the budget againâŚâ
You refrain a snort and pop the cap off the marker while Ieiri rolls her eyes and begins taping sides of the box. âThat idiot Satoru again? Seriously, I don't understand why you guys are even surprised at this point.â
âI mean itâs not surprising but it left Kento and I in a tight spotââ
ââWhat do you mean you needed the rental to have a hot tub? Satoruââ
You bite your lip at the sound, and you and Ieiri finally let out a few laughs when she mutes the call. This isnât the first time Satoru had gone over Kentoâs head for a party budget, despite him being the treasurer, but it always left a mess of issues for Kento and Haibara to clean up.Â
âOk, and why did you think to call me?â
Haibara shuffles a bit on the other end, trying to get Kento out of earshot and avoid any further interruptions. âSatoru is offering to cover the alcohol costs, but that still leaves the function budget empty to cover food and supplies.â
Ieiri hums and flips the gift around to begin taping the other side. âSoooo?â
âSo what if you guys helped us? Maybe see if you know anyone with winter lights for the decorations and if you can come by the apartment to plan it?â
ââGuysâ?â
âHm? I assume youâre with Y/Nâ
You offer a short âheyâ and slide the finished present over to the other pile of completed gifts and stretch the knot forming in your shoulder muscles.Â
âPlease? Just come by and see what you can do to help us with food and decorations. Weâll be in your debt!!â
Ieiri looks up at you, the mountain of boxes yet to be wrapped, and then back at you once more; Micheal Buble continues singing in the background and a harsh wind has picked up outside. Youâre beyond comfortable staying in for the day, but the stupid smirk your roommate shoots you is enough to kick her with your foot.Â
It wasnât a secret between the both of you that you found the blonde, sleep deprived, and stressed out frat treasurer incredibly hot. A top of his class graduate student getting his masterâs in finance, there were rumors he had even dabbled in some education courses in his undergrad years. Also the big to JJKâs newest pledge Yuji and personal mentor to other member Ino, Kento was a well rounded man who was liked by nearly everyone. To top off an intelligent, book loving personality, he was beyond ripped.Â
Ieiri giggles a bit and you reach to throw a paper bow at her, scoffing when it barely gets a few inches away from your hand before weakly falling to the ground. Kento was adored by nearly everyone, and that also meant there was a limited chance he would actually reciprocate the thoughts you had about him. You had bumped into each other often on campus and grabbed lunch when said events occurred, but besides that and assisting in cleaning up the budget, the man rarely messaged you outside of working hours.Â
Maybe you had been on a few coffee and study âdatesâ but the real meaning of the d-word was yet to be determined.Â
âYea I think we should be able to swing by~â She ducks as you make a swipe for the phone and kicks you back with her foot pressed against your gut,. ââYouâre at your apartment right? Weâll be right over.â
The call ends and you give her a light shove before standing up fully and stretching the soreness from your back. Ieiri giggles slightly and whistles at the mountain of gifts yet to be processed while standing up as well.Â
âIâll goââ
ââI already knew you wouldâ
You roll your eyes at her interruption and continue, âif you promise not to do that thing you and Haibara always do when we hang out.â
Ieiri pads over to the kitchen and pours a glass of water while tapping her chin and feigning innocence. âI donât know what you mean.â
âYes you do! You and Haibara always fuck off whenever itâs the four of us and leave Kento and I alone.â
âMaybe we just happened to get busy. Besides, itâs doing you a favor.â
You scoff and walk over to the coat closet and flip through your winter jackets before pulling out a puffer and knit scarf. While yes, you had absolutely 0 game when it came to asking Kento out to things, being âconvenientlyâ stranded with him didnât exactly produce many moments of casual opportunity for an initiative.Â
If he wanted to make a move wouldnât he make one during those moments as well?
âWhatever, but we canât be there longâ Iori will kill us if we donât finish wrapping those in time for the Secret Santa.â
Ieiri shrugs and puts out the last of her cigarette on the ceramic ashtray you got her for Christmas last year before slipping on her own coat.Â
âFine, fine⌠I guess Iâm driving too huh?â
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Kento and Haibaraâs apartment is in a cozy complex near the universityâs business building and nestled between a variety of coffee shops, boutiques, and restaurants. Along with the best bakery Kento has ever shown you. You barely ring the buzzer for their unit number before Haibara quickly ushers you inside through the intercom and the front door buzzes indicating itâs unlocked.Â
âMust be serious.â
Ieiri calls the elevator and pushes the button for the 7th floor while you use the mirrored walls to smooth out your hair which the winter wind has pushed in every direction. Checking your casual outfit of jeans, white t-shirt, and holly red cardigan underneath the parka, the elevator dings and you both step out.
âCan you stop that? You look fine.â
âFine? I look like Iâve been run over by a snowplow.â
âYea, well thatâs how you always look. So just relaââ
You nudge Ieiri in the ribs and stop in front of the unit number 7-3 for only 5 seconds before Haibara swings it open; your hand still raised to knock against the wood slowly falls down in surprise.Â
âThank goodness! Now get in here!â
The man grabs both your and Ieiriâs arms and pulls you through the entryway and into the open kitchen space right by the front door. You barely have time to kick off your winter boots before Kento walks in from his bedroom and gives a pitiful look to all of you.Â
Some purple bags hang under his eyes from the exhaustion of finals and a certain white-haired manâs antics, and his cheekbones seem more prominent than ever from lack of proper meals.Â
âOh, you didnât have to come.â
âWe need backup if this is going to work!â
Haibara marches back around the kitchen island and shakes Kentoâs shoulders with a slight panic while Ieiri coasts past them to open a window in their living room; she opens a pack of cigarettes and pulls out a lighter.
âOk,â you say, leaning against the kitchen island and crossing your arms at the two men. âWhy donât you just fill us in first before we strategize what kind of help you even need.â
Kento mirrors your position and rests against the sink counter directly in front of you. âWith Satoru covering the alcohol costs, that leaves us trying to figure out food and decorations.â
âAsk Suguru for decorations. I know for a fact heâs got speakers, holiday lights, and a smoke machine.â Ieiri takes a drag of her cigarette from the windowsill. âHe might know someone with strobesâŚâ
You notice a slight twitch in Kentoâs eyebrow but ignore it when he continues, âWell, that just leaves food.â
Haibara beams at Ieiri while she flicks the ash out of the window and Kento turns to you thinking deeply, âThat idiot said heâs going to be buying 14 handles of liquor⌠I suppose people will be too drunk to really notice what we serve.â
âCookies?â
Kento snaps from his thoughts and looks at you. âCookies? I mean I guess that worksâŚâ
âAnd itâs fitting for the holiday spirit!â Haibara smiles while walking back over from the window.
The two men nod once to each other and begin opening their pantry, taking out basic baking ingredients and placing them on the counter.
You walk beside them and assist in searching for flour. âAny particular flavor in mind? I already know Satoru would be heartbroken if we donât have frosted sugar cookies.â
Kento scoffs and passes you a sack of all-purpose flour, âIâm not surprised⌠we can make those and another recipe I know.â
Kento stands up and looks at the ingredients, while you admire the apartment and watch Ieiri walk back into the kitchen after flinging the last of her cigarette out the window. The strung up holiday lights are most likely Yuji and Inoâs doing; getting Haibaraâs permission while Kento was in class. Some old ceramic animals sit in several corners of the apartment: on the bookshelves in the living room, on the small end table by the front door, and along the kitchen counter touching the backsplash.
âSwedish..?â
âDanish. They were my grandfatherâs.â
You silently hum and back away from the small ceramic goose with a red ribbon around its neck and look back at Kento who holds your gaze with a gentle admiration before turning back to the various foods on his counter. The decorationâs color scheme of red and white now makes more sense; you return to the counter next to the man while Haibara and Ieiri eyeball the ingredients and hover over her cellphone to pull up a recipe for sugar cookies.
âWeâve got enough to make these I think..shall we start?â
Immediately you break into two groups with Haibara and Ieiri making the base of the sugar cookies while you work with Kento to make the dough for the recipe he already knew. You scoffed at your roommateâs wiggling eyebrows when she immediately volunteered to help Haibara, and you now watch Kento intently while he sifts through ingredients deftly without reference.
âGeez honor roll for finance and a master baker? I bet your CV is impressive.â
âPersonal hobbies arenât typically included on resumes.â
You suck in a breath and nod once awkwardly, standing motionless at Kentoâs side and silently cursing yourself for lack of better conversation.
âThanks though,â Kento mumbles quietly, keeping his head down to focus on the mixing bowl beneath him.
Some blonde hair cascades from the swept back look it was currently fixed in and grazes the pink skin of his cheeks. You take a moment to drink in the image of him, dressed in a blue casual wool sweater, the fabric rolled up to his elbows and showing off his veiny forearms, and khaki slacks that stretched around the swell of his thighs.
âCan you pass the cinnamon?â
âHuh?â
âThe cinnamon.â
You snap out of your intrusive horny thoughts and look around the counter before passing a small vial of spice to the man. You watch Kento mix together the dry ingredients, not missing the way Ieiri and Haibara chuckle amongst themselves quietly and turn up background holiday music on the bluetooth speaker.Â
Shooting a glance at your roommate, your eyes only lift when the oven dings to indicate the pre-heat is complete and ready to bake.
âAh, weâre just short of sugarâŚâ
Haibara and Ieiri stand over their own mixing bowl and look down at the contents below; everything else has already been added to the bowl. Ieiri makes a move for the now empty sugar sack and shakes the last few granules into the mix.
âItâs probably fine.â
âThe ratio will be off.â Kento moves over to the two of them and takes Ieiriâs phone to eyeball the recipe. âYou need 7 parts flour to 3 parts sugar⌠7:2 wonât be good.â
You look between the three of them and raise an eyebrow when Haibara and Ieiri giggle to themselves. Setting the whisk still in your own mixing bowl, you walk over to their batch of loose powder and immediately notice that it seems more than enough sugar has already been added.
âThen weâll head to the store!â
âYes! Wouldnât want the cookies to be botched.â
Immediately Ieiri moves to pick up her coat from the hooks by the front door with Haibara hot on her heels and digs through a small basket for car keys. You put your hands on your hips and shoot her a glare and she makes no effort to wipe the innocent grin from her face while shuffling on a pair of winter boots.
âWeâll head to the market right now! You guys continue.â
âYes! We wonât be too long.â
Before you can even flip them off from behind Kentoâs shoulder, the two slip out the door and can be heard giggling in the halls as they walk to the elevator.Â
âThose twoâŚâ
Kento pays no mind but sighs to himself before getting a large pan out and a rolling pin. âWe can at least put this batch into the oven while theyâre out.â
Spinning on your heels, you walk back over to the kitchen island and help scoop the dough out of the bowl and onto a cutting board. Without even speaking you both shift seamlessly to place the bowl in the sink while Kento begins to roll the dough flat.
âWhat recipe is this? You didnât even need to look it up.â
âHmm? Oh, I used to make them every year when I was younger.. Theyâre called brunkager.â
You rinse your fingers off and turn back to the man, now admiring the way he flats the dough with enough force to create a small bulge in the noticeable veins of his arms.Â
âI donât think Iâve heard of those.â
He hums and turns to you with a piece of raw dough pinched between his fingers; you silently take it and pop it between your lips while he watches.
âGingerbread!â
Immediately, a small smile works its way onto his face and he turns back to the flatten dough with a knife, ready to cut shapes.
âBasically. I used to make them with my motherâs side of the family when I was young.â
âWow.. thatâs really sweet.â
A small blush works its way onto his cheeks at your compliment but he ducks his head down to let more blonde hair push further into his face to hide it. He cuts a few more shapes before offering you the knife to create your own.
The entire moment is warm and soft; Last Christmas plays in the background while Kento pushes back the sleeves of your cardigan without asking as you cut a star shape from the dough.Â
âNow that I know youâre a good baker, Iâll have to ask you for cooking and finance advice.â
He doesnât laugh while he places each shape onto the pan covered with parchment. âIâm not a personal consultant you know.â
Oh shit. Ok, maybe the conversation is still salvageable.
â--But I suppose I can help you if you really want to hear it. Itâs kinda boring.â
âI donât think so, and besides, youâre really good at it.â You stay looking down at the last few scraps of dough. âPlus, Iâm trying to figure out how to save up for a car, ya know.â
Kento lets out an air of chuckle this time and arranges the last few shapes onto the pan. âStill not a consultant but,â he looks at your eyes and briefly your lips before peeling his eyes back to the cookies, âIâd be more than happy to help.â
The proximity is enough to make your cheeks warm, and Kento lifts his eyes to meet yours once more. So close you can smell the woodsy cologne he wears, you swear heâs leaning even closer with each passing second.Â
Instinctively you lean in and when youâre a breath away from meeting his lips thereâs a shrill phone alarm against the counter. Immediately you both backup, as if snapping out of a trance, and Kento reaches over to tap âacceptâ with a knuckle that wasnât covered in flour and places it on speaker.
âHeyy~ Whatâs up, my favorite treasurer?â
Satoruâs voice chirps through the receiver and you stifle a giggle while Kento rolls his eyes. Using the remaining dough scraps, you attempt to forge little shapes beside him.
âMaking cookies since you left us with no budget to purchase food.â
âOooo! Are you making my favorites?â
âYes weâre making sugar cookies the way the recipe intends, no âextra sweetâ ones you seem to demand so much.â
A giggle is heard through the speaker and you show your final shape of an attempted gingerbread man to Kento who smiles gently and nods in indication to add it to the pan. Stepping back, you move to open the oven door.
âAnyways~~ I heard from Ieiri that Y/Nâs coming to the party. Either make your move now or Iâll tell Suguru he can ask her out instead.â
Despite holding the tray and standing right in front of the oven, Kento nearly trips forward to shove them inside before pivoting to grab his phone off the counter. Not caring if flour or residual dough gets on the screen, he takes it off speaker and awkwardly rushes over to the living to continue the call.
Huh? âŚ.Ask you out? He wanted to ask you out???
You shut the oven door and make a mental note of the time before turning to watch Kento whisper-yell into his phone while pinching the bridge of his nose. His body refuses to turn around and face the kitchen again; you stand awkwardly after washing your hands and having no imminent task to complete.
âNo you idiot⌠Are you aware that youâre not helping whatsoever?..... Ok fine, fine⌠just, donât say anything to him.â
It feels wrong to even hear half the conversation despite needing answers as to what the fuck was currently happening. The conversation lasts maybe another 90 seconds before a long sigh can be heard escaping his lips and you quickly attempt to make yourself look busy. As if you werenât hanging onto every word.
He slides his phone into his back pocket and approaches the kitchen with an awkward look on his face, not quite making eye contact.
âI wonât pretend like you didnât hear that idiot on the phoneâŚand Iâm sorry if it made you uncomfortable,â he pauses and looks up at you apologetically. âIf you would rather go home⌠I know Ieiri was your ride. I can order you an UberâŚâ
âŚhuh?
You pause and watch the man in front of you with cheeks so warm they could fry an egg and eyes open so wide they may pop out of your skull.
âWhat?â
Kento locks eyes with you and moves to stand against the counter, giving several feet of respectful space, and rubbing the back of his neck. âI mean I knew I shouldâve never even told Satoru anything to begin with⌠I understand if you have feelings for Suguru and find this as awkward as I do right nowâŚâ
It takes several moments before thoughts can be translated into a coherent and understandable sentence, though itâs not the most articulate: âYou like me?â
Despite being a boiled down version of what was actually happening, Kento just raises his eyebrows at your slight forwardness before nodding curtly.Â
âYea, I do. I just⌠havenât figured out how to come forward with it, until now..â
Thereâs a steady pause as his words sink in; the moment doesnât even feel like reality as you stand there processing the gravity of everything before it comes crashing down.
âI feel the same,â you say as you take a careful step forward to close the distance slightly. âIeiri always clowns me for never making any kind of move.â
âWell that makes two of us.. Haibara isnât exactly subtle at trying to get me alone with you.â
You take another step forward and laugh at the simplicity of everything, shaking your head and not noticing the way Kento moves to close the space. He leans against the same side of the island with you and hovers inches away while he tugs your hand away from your face with a curious smile on his lips.
âWhatâs so funny?â
Waving slightly with your free hand, a few more giggles escape your lips while Kento moves to lean his head down towards yours.
âAre you laughing at me?â he questions playfully.
âMmm maybe.â
You blink slowly at him once, a smile on your lips when he finally nudges his chin closer to connect your lips. Instinctively you shut your eyes and lean into the motion, a small smile on your face at how simple everything seemed.
With a few more pecks Kento backs up slightly, âitâs gonna be hard to kiss you if you keep smiling like that.â
Thereâs no pause for your response and he leans his head back down to kiss you once more, though not as gently as the first time. The hand that he had used to hold your hand a moment before now rests respectfully on your hips while his other pushes locks of hair away from your face.
The smile falls from your lips as you lean your head in further to match the force and your hands snake up to wrap around his neck and lazily rest on his broad shoulders. Music in the background isnât enough to deafen the pounding heartbeat in your ears and Kento pushes further into the kiss, his nose occasionally brushing your cheek from the force.Â
In a drunken haze you pull him in closer, as if it were even physically possible, and your legs pivot to push your ass flush against the counter while Kento stands between your legs. Despite the intoxicating flavor of his lips, you canât help but notice how PG the whole moment was.
Normally this would be fine⌠normally. But youâve been thinking about this man for months on end and the fact heâs keeping his hands so painfully respectful at your hips has you craving something more.Â
Without disconnecting your lips, your hands snake down his sharp shoulder blades and then forearms before resting on his wrists. Before he can mumble a phrase into your lips, you push his hands down and back to rest against the swell of your ass.
Immediately, he leans back a bit and looks into your eyes. âAre you sure thatâs alright?âÂ
He pants lightly with pupils blown so wide they look black instead of hazel. âI donât want you to get the wrong idea.â
A chill shiver runs down your spine and you instinctively lift your hands off his wrists in slight shock. Fuck. The last thing you wanted to do was pressure him into something he didnât want.
âO-Oh! Iâm sorryâŚÂ I shouldâveââ
ââNo.â Kento leans forward and interrupts, âI want to doâŚthat. To touch you and more.. But I didnât want you to think thatâs all Iâm actually after.â
You pause and look up at his face, with lids half closed as you drink in the way his usual rational and put-together appearance begins to melt.Â
âSo what are you after?â
Kento sucks in a breath and looks around aimlessly for a moment while shaking his head; this conversation was not something he was expecting to have when Haibara had invited you and Ieiri over.Â
âI wish I could do this a bit more properly but-â He looks back down at you and admires your eyes before lingering on your lips. âSomething serious. Something real. Iâm not really a guy who does anything like this casually.â
âMe neither. I donât usually kiss and grind against the people I cook holiday cookies with.â
Kento actually laughs at this and leans down to peck your lips chastley, his hands still on your ass, but the pressure never increases.
âGood, the idea of anyone else being able to do this pisses me off a bit.â
âMmmmm like Suguru?â
This causes a scoff to escape his lips and his fingers to dig slightly into the flesh of your ass, âDonât.â
A coy smile works its way onto your lips while you return to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his mouth to hover just above yours. His lips purse slightly, in both feigned annoyance and eagerness to reconnect your mouths once more.
âOr what?â
That's all it takes for Kento to push his face forward and meet your lips with passion and sink his fingers into the flesh of your ass. Itâs light at first, but when your fingers pull on the strands of his blonde hair, the pressure increases and begins to knead.
Tugging his neck down further, you tilt your head to the side and deepen the kiss, parting your lips slightly when his tongue swipes against your own. Kento isnât sure what he enjoys more in this moment, the taste of the spiced dough on your tongue or the sweet fruity chapstick that lingers on your lips.Â
Fingers squeeze and tug at the flesh of your ass and after a moment you snake one hand down to rest on his wrist and drag it up to cup your breast. Immediately the both of you groan into the kiss and Kento raises his other hand to now knead at both of your tits.Â
Fingers cup the underside of your breasts while his thumb pads circle and push against your bra where your nipples harden underneath. Squeezing and palming at your tits while his tongue explores your molars is enough to cause your aching cunt to squeeze pathetically around nothing.Â
âFuck,â Kento parts from your lips and pants slightly before delving down to kiss and bite at the flesh on your neck. âDriving me insane right now baby.â
There isnât time to linger on the pet name before he sinks his canines into your neck and begins sucking the flesh. His hands leave your tits and wrap around to squeeze at your ass while his pelvis finally grinds harder against your hips; his erection begs for some sort of friction.
Kento runs the flat of his tongue over the skin a few more times before kissing it in a weak apology for the bruise and moves on to another section of your neck. He places a few quick kisses to your pulse point right under the jaw before biting once more; his nose tickles the skin just below your ear.
âHa.. you seemâŚnnghh.. Excited,â you barely groan out, head tilted back and to the side to allow more room for his ministrations.Â
Kento places a few more kisses to the spot before trailing his lips down the side of your neck in search of the next place to leave another purple hickey.
âOf course I am.â His lips stop just above your collarbone as he murmurs into the flesh, âI used to get so fucking worried you would see the boner in my jeans whenever we would get lunch together⌠didnât want you to think I was some sick pervert.â
You gasp when his lips suck against your flesh before breaking into a slight giggle and tugging at his hair.
âMmmm Iâm beginning to think exactly that.â
He lifts from your collarbone with a pop! from the suction and scoffs before nuzzling into the other side of your neck. Planting chaste kisses while his hands slide down and his thumbs rub circles on your hip bones.Â
âWell if you knew what I was thinking⌠you wouldnât be far off the mark.â
You shiver at the words and tug his hair to tilt his head upright and drag his lips to meet yours. Immediately he tilts into it further and chases after your lips every time you part to take a breath. As if addicted, his lips refuse to leave yours for more than a moment at a time, holding your hips still while he pathetically ruts his throbbing cock against the fabric of your jeans.
With one more grind against your hips that leaves your cunt drenching your panties in a desperate heat, you tug his head back. A whimper nearly escapes his lips at the action of being deprived of your lips and the sting of his hair being pulled when you look into his eyes.
You wrap one hand to cup his cheek which he instinctively leans his head into and places a chaste kiss into your palm. His eyes donât leave yours while you both pant a few times.Â
Taking a breath you slide your other hand flat down his chest and take in the softness of his wool sweater and the firmness of his pectorals and abs underneath. You break eye contact and watch your hand trail further down until your fingers trace the hem of his khakis and toy with the belt loops of the fabric.
Before you can even move to the button, his hand leaves your hip and holds your wrist firmly in place. You silently swallow and look back up at him.
Maybe he doesnât want to go further⌠maybe he wants to leave it here.
A few more doubts swirl in your mind while you furrow your brows in thought before Kento leans in to kiss your palm against his cheek once more.
âDonât.â He kisses your hand again. âLet me make you feel good.â
Your breath hitches in your throat and you nod once before he tugs you into him and away from the counter. His hands run under your ass to where the flesh meets your thighs and tilts his head up.
âJump fâme.â
Immediately you respond to the command and jump up while Kentoâs arms grab the underside of your jeans and hoist you up to match your pelvis to his. Your feet donât have time to wrap around his waist before he walks forward again and places you on the kitchen island.
Stepping back he walks to the oven and dutifully shuts off the heat before eyeing you once again like prey.
âMaking cookies can wait,â he walks over and splays your thighs to stand between them. âIâd rather eat one right nowâŚâ
The way he looks down at you is enough to make your gut do cartwheels with excitement; the calm and rational man in front of you is now replaced with one desperately oozing carnal desire.
He leans down to capture your lips once more before gently pushing your back flat against the counter; he pushes the mixing bowls and dry ingredients to the side to make room. As soon as the cool marble of the counter top flushes against your warm skin, you can feel him play with the button of your jeans.
âThis ok, baby?â
You peer down and admire the way he hunches over and pants lightly against your exposed navel from the way your shirt has ridden up slightly. Swallowing, you nod once more, heartbeat pounding in your ears.
Kento places a light kiss against your navel and pops the button open and slides the zipper of your jeans down.
âUsually, Iâd prefer words, but,â he taps your hips to indicate for you to lift them and he drags the fabric down to your ankles and pulls them to the floor, âwe can work on that later.â
Immediately you move to shut your thighs in embarrassment but his hands catch your knees and push them apart again. You whimper slightly as he hunches over a bit more to admire the way your lace panties are stained with a dark patch of arousal.
His breath is hot against your inner thighs when he takes his index finger to run up and down the patch in half amusement and half awe.Â
You make a pathetic attempt to shut your thighs again. âItâs embarrassingâŚâ
Kento stops his finger mid swipe and pushes into the fabric to sop up more of the wetness seeping from your aching cunt. You twitch at the sensation and look up at the ceiling in attempt to cool the heat in your cheeks.
âNot embarrassing,â he says as he releases the pressure and leans down to place a quick kiss to the patch before hooking his fingers around the elastic waistband. âItâs all for me⌠right?â
He pulls your panties down partially and taps your hips once more to indicate for you to briefly lift up again.
âNngh..y-yea..â
Your voice is weak in your throat but the silence and lack of touch makes you tilt your head up once again to watch them man. Sitting up on your elbows briefly, you donât miss the way he palms the fabric of your panties into a smaller bundle and slips them into the pocket of his khakis.
âHeyââ
âMm?â Kento pushes them further into his pocket before resting his hands on your knees to keep them spread. âI didnât mean to ruin themâŚâ
He leans down and pants lightly against your cunt, âItâs only fair I wash them and laterâŚpromptly return them.â
Before you can make a remark that he is indeed perverted, Kento opens his mouth and licks a long stripe up your pussy. Leaning back against the counter once again at the sensation, the man between your thighs doesnât hesitate to initiate a disgustingly sloppy french kiss against your cunt.
Lips moving against your cunt, his tongue works its way inside and moves to massage the walls of your pussy. Lifting his hands away from your knees and letting your thighs cup his ears like muffs, one hand goes to splay the opening to your cunt wider while the other rubs circles into your clit.Â
âAhhh⌠fuck!â
Kentoâs nose rubs against the flesh where your pussy and inner thigh meet, occasionally tickling you despite the intense pressure of his mouth against you. With one more thrust of his tongue inside, he lifts his face slowly to reattach his lips to your clit.
His chin is covered in a mixture of wetness and saliva but he pays no mind; his index finger slowly inches inside while his tongue ruts against your clit. You throw your head back at the delicious stretch against his finger and twitch your hips at the sensation of his lips suckling on your nerves.Â
âFuck baby⌠youâre pretty tight.â He leans back and looks up at you from your thighs, eyes half closed in drunken pleasure, âgotta make sure youâre warmed up before you can take me.â
The idea of letting the put together and posed Kento have his way with you makes you clench pathetically around his finger.
He leans back once more. âJust got so much wetter.â He adds a second finger and shamelessly watches your face contort with pleasure. âGonna be the death of me.â
You whimper at his words and grind against his fingers, the familiar knot in your abdomen getting tighter. Kento doesnât mind the awkward half-hunched position heâs in as he increases the speed of his tongue and continues finger fucking you in attempt to find that particular spot.Â
âK-Ken⌠nnngh FUCK..â
You canât even mumble his whole name, too dizzy from the pleasure coursing through your veins. Feeling the knot get tighter you bite your lip and run a hand through his hair and tug at the scalp lightly before gently pushing his head back.Â
Immediately, the man stops and looks up at you in worry; your slick and his saliva still coating his chin in a shiny sheen.
âI-Is everything ok?â He stands up fully and searches your face intently. âDid I hurt you?â
The soft and intimate tone of his voice spurs butterflies in your stomach and you sit up fully on the counter to face him. On instinct, Kento steps between your thighs and leans his head down to search your face; his forehead hovers only an inch above yours.
âIâm ok, Kento. Really⌠I am.â
You tilt your chin upward to peck his lips and he immediately latches his mouth to yours, showing all his worry and attentiveness through the action. When you lean back his lips chase yours for a moment and his eyes search yours; the taste of your own slick now coating your lips.
âIâm ok.â
âThen.. why did youââ
ââI want to come⌠I want you to make me cum..â
He searches your face in a brief confusion, eyebrows furrowed in a âVâ shape before you continue.
âI justâŚâ The admission makes your cheeks burn, but before you can turn your head away he lifts his hand to hold your cheek and face forward. âI just⌠wanted to cum.. On your cockâŚâ
Despite whispering the words, the man hovering right in front of you hears each one and opens his eyes in a slight shock before grinning.
He leans down and kisses you once again and sighs in relief, âOh thank goodness⌠I was worried you were having second thoughts about me, baby.â
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you again and smile up at him, âNever.â
âGood. To be fair I wasnât sure I would even be able to stop now that weâve started.â
The contrast of his behavior to his gentlemanly nature makes you grin and connect your lips once more before he backs up and offers a hand. Slipping your fingers in his, you slide off the counter and admire the way he bends down to collect your jeans before leading you to his bedroom.
You take a moment to admire the room while he moves to lock the door and neatly fold your pants. His bed is tidy and neat but the desk by the window is scattered with a variety of papers, coffee mugs, and trail mix containers. Thereâs a floor lamp that brings a warm glow to the room in addition to the natural light which makes it extremely cozy.
Despite there being maybe one article of clothing on the floor, Kento immediately moves to awkwardly organize things.
Dusting off the tops of his dresser and fixing the high school photo of him, Haibara, Suguru, and Satoru he turns to you. âSorry for the mess⌠I wasnât expecting company here today.â
You chuckle and move to admire the photo next to him, âWoa, your hair! I didnât know you had an emo phase.â
Kento rolls his eyes and moves to smooth the pale brown comforter flatter while you drink in the rest of his room. A small record player sits on the top of a small bookshelf in the corner while his walls are neatly decorated with a variety of travel posters of places heâs been and wishes to go.
âMalaysia?â You mumble while moving to step next to him again.
âMy dream vacation.â
You smile and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, only stopping when he backs up to pull off his sweater and undershirt in one movement. The sight of his toned body is enough to make you clench around nothing. Once the fabric is flung to the floor he reaches forward to cup your jaw and slides his tongue back into your mouth as if it was more comfortable in yours than in his.
Your legs hit the back of the bed from the force and you disconnect your lips to peel off your cardigan and sweater. You let him admire the matching lace fabric of your bra for a moment before you undo the metal clasps and drop it to the floor.Â
His hands lift to knead your now uncovered tits and you moan into his mouth from the sensation when he takes his fingers to pinch your hardened nipples. Shivers running down your spine, the lack of previous release creates an extra needy whine escaping your lips.
The erection painfully pushing against the fabric of his khakis grinds into the flesh of your pelvis; when your hands move to undo the button and fly, Kento doesnât stop you this time. Tugging the fabric to his mid thigh, his cock now pushes against the thin fly of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.Â
A dark gray patch is stained from the pre cum leaking pathetically from his tip and his hips twitch as soon as your fingers ghost the outline of his cock. Kentoâs lips trail your neck while you palm his cock through the underwear; his teeth nibble the flesh behind your ear while light moans escape.
Before you can dip your hands into the waistband, Kento lightly pushes you back onto the bed and captures your lips once more. You scoot back to the pillows at the top of his bed and rest on your elbows when you watch him shimmy the boxer briefs down and free his cock to the air. And heâs definitely well endowed.Â
Slightly larger than average, the thickness is enough to make your cunt clench around nothing when you imagine the delicious stretch. A noticeable blonde happy trail starts at his navel and goes down to the base of his cock, though everything is neatly trimmed.
Kento notices your stare and awkwardly smiles before giving himself a few pumps and walking back up to the bed. Before you can sit up right and welcome him back to the space with your lips on his, he backs up.
âAh, condom.â
He pivots and opens his nightstand to dig around for a spare rubber; he nearly gives up the search until his fingers graze a familiar foil texture. Sighing gently in relief, he shuts the drawer and climbs up onto the mattress to meet you.
You meet his lips and lay down further to accommodate the way his body hovers perfectly above yours like a puzzle piece. He reaches down to rub your clit a few times while sucking gently on your neck before pulling back and sitting on his ankles.
He tugs the edge of the foil open and pulls out the lubricated condom; Kento gives a few more pumps to himself before lining his cock the ring of the rubber. Eyebrows furrowed at the motion, you both watch in a shocked horror when the edge of his thumbnail catches on the latex and rips a noticeable hole in the side.
âFuck.â
Kento tugs it off and tosses it into his bedroom trash before digging through his nightstand again with a frustrated look.
âI donât think there are any more⌠shit.â
You sit up and look at the man and gnaw on your lip. Any other time, you would use reasonable sensibility and just offer reciprocating oral between you both. Thatâs any other time.
âPull out?â
Kento whips his head around so fast it nearly breaks and mumbles out, âhuh?â
The desire coursing through your veins and sight of his cock makes your mind drunk. âJust pull out? Yea?â
Normally Kento would scoff and say how risky that method was in preventing unwanted pregnancies. Normally. Instead he mirrors your drunken gaze and nods slowly, âYea⌠Iâll just pull out.â
He walks to the edge of the bed and pulls your ankles so your hips hover in the air in line with his pelvis. For good measure he taps his flushed pink tip to your swollen clit a few times; pearls of pre cum leaking profusely from the tip.
Locking eyes with you for a moment, he sinks in inch by inch, groaning at the sensation of hitting it raw. You lean your head back and wince slightly at the stretch while Kentoâs hands immediately move to intertwine with yours.
Kento was expecting you to leave as soon as that idiot Satoru had accidentally aired his pathetic feelings, not for you to reciprocate those same desires and lay beneath him squirming while his cock splits you open. The sight is one he wants to immortalize in his memory: the way your head is thrown back in pleasure from the sting of the stretch, the little nod you make to indicate itâs âokâ to move, and the beautiful way your tits bounce up and down with each thrust.
âF-fuck⌠Kento..â
Your legs are positioned straight up on his shoulders while he stands and thrusts into your cunt as you lay partially on his bed. Thereâs a mix of his eucalyptus detergent on the sheets and the raw scent of sex in the air.
His cock pushes in deeper with each thrust, bullying the opening of your cervix despite the facade of a gentleman on his face. Heavy balls slap against the underside of your ass, giving an audible âplapâ âplapâ âplapâ echoing in the room and sweat begins to drip down his temples.Â
Each stroke has him bottoming out and pushing the stubble of his pubes against your puffy clit for the stimulation youâre craving. The sensation of his cock splitting you open and smack of skin against yours has the familiar sensation building in your abdomen.Â
Looking up, Kento nearly looks pained from the concentration on his face. You raise an eyebrow but he shakes his head and lets out a shaky breath and places a chaste kiss to your ankle on his shoulder.
âI-Iâm⌠ahhh.. Fine baby⌠just trying not to cum.. Haaaâ
Eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, the sensation of your cunt clenching around him leaves Kento trying to imagine Satoruâs face to avoid cumming too early. Heâs supposed to be a gentleman, and well⌠nice guys finish last right?
Swallowing thickly, Kento moves to hold one of your legs steady on his shoulder while the other rubs circles against your clit. The combination of his cock rutting against your g-spot while the pad of his thumb rubs against your nerves causes a long whine to escape your lips.
âK-kento⌠fuck!.. G-Gonna cumâŚâ
A gush of arousal seeps from your cunt and your walls clench around his cock while your orgasm washes over you. Head back in pleasure while your nails dig indents into his forearms, your hips twitch to ride your orgasm.
As soon as you regain a steady breath, Kentoâs hips stutter and he pulls out with a ring of your cum smudged at the base of his cock. Giving a few extra pumps, hot ropes of cum spill out and over your stomach while your name escapes his lips like prayer.
The warm and sticky sensation coats your abdomen while Kento hovers above you panting; your legs fall from his shoulders and are split around his waist. The moment is raw and vulnerable for a few moments before the post-orgasm clarity washes over both of you.
âIâll grab a washclothâŚhate that I made such a mess of you again.â
You sigh and blink wearily while sitting up on your elbows, smiling at the joke he had made. Watching Kento slip on his boxer briefs and slide out of the room to the bathroom, you exhale and lean further into the comforter of his bed in a sleepy haze.
You donât even notice when he reopens the door with a warm washcloth in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other. âDonât tell me youâre asleep already.â
A gentle hum leaves your lips as you sit up and watch the way he gently wipes his cum from your skin and offers you the water.
He stands back up and looks down at you sitting contently. âThough the image of you in my bed is something I can definitely get used to.â
Before you can answer, a light âping!â rings out from the pants pocket of Kentoâs khakis. You can exchange a glance and he leans down to retrieve his phone and stare at his screen in shock.
âWhatâs wroââ
âThey said theyâll be back in 5.â
Your words die in your throat and you both immediately make a break for the bathroom to clean up as fast as possible. After briefly fixing his hair, Kento leaves you to pee after you shoo him out with a, âno man is worth a UTIâ.Â
Washing your hands and briefly wiping away any smudged mascara, thereâs a short courtesy knock and Kentoâs hand pokes out through a crack in the door.Â
âSorry thereâs no time for a showerâŚ.maybe later if you wanna stay, you can take one.â
âThanks,â you say while grabbing the clothes and changing behind the door as if he didnât just fuck your brains out. âIâll be out in a second.â
The door shuts again and you toss the oversized âFinance Departmentâ shirt and JJK sweatpants on while rolling your eyes at the lack of underwear provided. You wander out of the bathroom and stop in the hallway to watch the way Haibara and Ieiri are carrying several bags of groceries into the apartment.Â
âI thought you went out for sugar? Whatâs all this?â
Haibara slips past Kento and begins pulling out various bags of chips and snacks from the bag in front of him. âWe should watch a movie while the cookies bake! So that means we needed snacks. Plus Satoru called and asked for a few things.â
Ieiri makes no attempt at an excuse and smirks when she sees the way Kento is no longer in his khakis and sweater and instead is wearing a pair of flannel sleep pants and long sleeve frat t-shirt.Â
She shrugs her shoulders at the man and fishes in her pocket for a lighter. âWe just needed something to do in order to stall for a bit longer.â
Your cheeks flush and you finally walk out into the kitchen and avoid the shit-eating grin on your roommateâs face. Haibara doesnât even notice your change of clothing while Kento looks at you with a warm smile on his lips.Â
Ieiri lets out a low whistle, âNice clothes.â
Haibara stops from putting soft drinks in the fridge and now finally notices your attire and raises an eyebrow at it. Both he and Ieiri exchange glances before Kento raises his hand to pause their imminent bombarde of questions. âThereâs nothing wrong with my girlfriend wearing my clothes.â
âGirlfriend?!â
âGirlfriend?!â
GIRLFRIEND?
Ieiri and Haibara mirror your internal confusion while Kento idly walks to the oven to resume the heat needed to finish baking the cookies. He holds himself as if he had just reported the weather and moves to slide a hand around your waist and tug you into him.
âGeez! What did we miss?â
âI donât think we wanna know.â
Haibara winces at Ieiriâs crude words and shakes his head to avoid imagining his roommate and friend banging in the apartment. Kento rolls his eyes while Ieiri moves to finalize the last of the sugar cookie recipe and prepare a pan.
You seamlessly move to help her cut a few shapes and donât miss the way Haibara breaks from his mortifying realization to shoot a thumbs up to his roommate. The moment is warm and familial, the group now working as a team of 4 instead of two groups of 2.Â
By the time you take out the brunkager and put the sugar cookies in the oven, Haibara pads over to the living to flip through a variety of movies. Ieiri follows him to open the window and lean out the edge to light another cigarette and blow the smoke outside.Â
You sigh comfortably and reach to grab a cookie and blow gently on it, slightly wincing when the delicious flavor burns your tastebuds from the temperature.Â
âCarefulâŚweâre not trying to make your tongue swollen.â
âOh, is there something else you want my tongue to do?â
Kento stutters slightly and nudges you in the ribs indicating the risky behavior considering the proximity of your friends while rolling his eyes.
âThere are a million things I could think of, and if we had more time, I wouldâve loved for a few of them to happen.â
You smile and move to rinse your hands off in the sink, enjoying the background ambience of Ieiri and Haibara arguing over whether to watch âHow the Grinch Stole Christmasâ or âHome Aloneâ.Â
Kento remains leaning against the counter while watching you. âI mean it. Both things actually.â
You wipe your hands on the kitchen towel and raise an eyebrow while waiting for him to continue.
âI donât enjoy quickies or casual flings⌠I want more time with you,â he puts his arm out to grab you into him, âwith you as my girlfriend.â
Thereâs no response needed when you lift your chin to press a kiss to his lips and giggle when Haibara and Ieiri groan from the couch.
âUgh! Didnât you guys already fuck it out of your systems? Iâm not ready to be an aunt yet.â
âNot on the kitchen island! What about our deposit if you break it?â
Kento scoffs and moves to walk you to the couch to join your complaining comrades; he sits on the right side against the armrest and pulls you in between his legs to partially lay against his chest.
The moment is cozy and relaxing as the sun begins to dip and brings a warm glow in the apartment while a blistering wind picks up outside. Ieiri reaches for a few chips while Haibara gets comfy on the side love seat and hits âplayâ on the remote.
âWait..â he looks up between you and Ieiri. âI already knew Kento grew up making cookies and thatâs why he enjoys doing it so much now⌠but what about you guys?â
Your own roommate shrugs, âI guess I like the parties? Secret Santas are kinda fun once the alcohol is flowing.â
Haibara hums at the answer and turns his attention to you; Kento places a chaste kiss on the back of your neck and traces circles on your hip bones where the waistband of the sweatpants sit. You turn to Kento and smirk, âWell considering Kento likes eating making cookiesâŚ. Iâd say I like sleigh rides.â
TY for ur patience for this series! I've been busy but still wanna finish this into the mid-january timeline (also why was writing kento lowkey harder than I thot it was gonna be)
[ Next up -> Oncology student! Frat President! Fwb Satoru x Reader
Holiday season is always referred to as 'cuffing season' though he never really saw the point. Why want a real relationship when your casual affair offers everything he wants... or so he thought. Matching sweaters, gift wrapping, and sipping hot cocoa definitely isn't casual.. but it's all he wants for Christmas this year. ]
my other series are still ongoing i promise!
likes/reblogs/comments all appreicated â:.・. o(â§â˝âŚ)o .・.:â
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Miles E42 x Black reader
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Miles usually never had crushes but you! You were different. You were new to Brooklyn Visions, they rarely accepted seniors but here you are. It piqued his interest more about you. You seemed to have all the same classes as him too. He stared at you now from across the class room. He wasnât sure what drew him in so much with you.
Maybe it was the way your bouncy curls sat on your shoulders or the way your light blue braces shined whenever you smiled. Or was it the way that your body was so perfect he could stare at it all day and to tell the truth he did, most of the guys at school did. Most of the guys at school tried desperately to get your attention but they werenât given the time of day. A thought went off in Milesâ head , why shouldnât he try. And he had the perfect opportunity. Ganke his best friend was sat next to you. Miles took out his phone texting Ganke.
Ganke đâYo ganke switch seats wit me rqâ
Ganke looked back at Miles confused. But he eventually gathered his things and switched seats with him.
Miles Very smoothly slid into the seat catching your attention.
You hate to admit it but you had a small crush on Miles too , Maybe it was the braids or the fact that youâve seen him shirtless at boxing practice but you definitely wasnât mad that he sat next to you. You turned flashing him a small smile and he nodded smirking back.
âIâm Y/nâ you said
He leaned over speaking in a tone that nearly hypnotized you. âI know mama.â He chuckled slightly.
Your face went hot as you looked away.
miles sucked his teeth in a joking manner.
âYou shy ma ? I know you not shy.â He said capturing your attention again with a smile that made your heart melt.
You froze not knowing what to say.
âCat got your tongue too?â He laughed. â look how about this⌠put cha number in there.â He said handing you his phone.
You obliged entering your number saving it as âMamasđâ you gave it back and watched as he laughed at the contact. You were about to speak but as if on cue the bell rang cutting you off. You watched as Miles got up mouthing you a âsee you laterâ with a wink before leaving the class. You felt your body tingle with a good but nervousness that you never felt before. What was he doing to you?
You left the class going on about your day as normal as the events of the class played over and over in your mind. You constantly checked your phone looking for a text from him but that text wouldnât come until 10 pm that night just as you were about to head to bed.
âHey mamas, Itâs Miles.â Your heart raced with excitement but you didnât want to seem too eager and wait for about two minutes before you texted him back.
âHey wassup.â You replied.
âNothing beautiful just want to get to know you better is all.â
You and Milesâ relationship grew from there , constantly texting , constantly texting turned into hanging out at lunch every Tuesday, every Tuesday turned into everyday, lunch turned into being in eachothers dorms and eventually having sleep overs in the dorms , that wasnât allowed by the way , but you two couldnât get enough of each other.
Tonight is one of the night you find yourself in his dorm tucked away with him facing each-other in the dark as you two whisper and keep your laughs as quiet as possible trying not to wake Ganke.
âYo y/n I swear.â Miles said silently laughing as he told you a story about a teacher.
âBoy you lying.â You whispered trying to hold in your laughter.
The laughter died down and it was now just the two of you in silence. You wouldnât say you love him but something bubbled inside you whenever you were with him. And Miles wasnât sure how he felt either he just enjoyed his time with you.
âYou know y/n , you mad cool.â He said softly.
You chuckled. âAnd you arenât too bad yourself Morales.â
You watched Milesâ expression change a twinkle in his eye. The both out you were draw in like two magnets almost as your lips crashed together. It was slow but started to get heavier as he licked your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. He grabbed the back of your neck deepening the kiss as you moaned into his mouth.
Miles loved the pretty little sound that came out of your mouth and it turned him on more than he couldâve imagined. He pulled away panting.
âI think we should stop.â You nodded but deep down you didnât want to stop you wanted more and with him.
Itâs been days since that encounter with Miles and everything seemed to be normal with you two but a question was burning within you.
You were in bed contemplating on if you should send it or not. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it pulling up the text thread between you and Miles.
đŹ: Yo , I got a question.
Moralesđ: Wassup.
You hesitated for a moment but quickly typed the message and rest your phone down.
đŹ: You ever had sex before.
Miles looked at the text shocked that you sent it but more importantly he wasnât sure how to answer it. The answer was no but he couldnât tell you that heâd look like a bitch.
Four minutes went by and he finally answered.
Moralesđ: Yeah..why?
You looked at the message heart pounding.
đŹ: Maybe you could show me ? You replied.
Miles was just as anxious as you but he wanted it so bad and apparently you did too.
Moralesđ: Only if itâs cool with you mama.
You smiled.
đŹ: My roommates gonna be gone tomorrow night.
Moralesđ: Bet Iâll be there.
Miles felt his palms go sweaty was he actually gonna do this ? Well he canât back down now he said heâll be there.
âDamn.â Miles said to himself falling back onto his bed before he drifted off to sleep.
The next day seemed to go by in a blur and there he was in front of your door nervously bouncing from leg to leg.
Moralesđ: Iâm at your door. He texted.
Before he knew it the door swung open and he was inside your dorm sat on your bed.
He played it cool at first got comfortable talked to you as normal but he was nervous, hoping that you wonât notice itâs his first time. But it happened kissing and touching clothes being removed , the last piece, you slipping off his boxers revealing his erect cock. âItâs so pretty.â was your first thoughts but you were cut off by Milesâ voice.
âYou ready?â He asked , you slowly nodded before he leaned forward , lining up with your entrance before slowly sliding in.
âFuck, fuck, fuckââwas the only thought in Milesâ mind as he slid in you , mind overwhelmed by how tightly your cunt wrapped around him. He bottomed out before looking at you for permission to move again which you granted.
He thrusted in and out slowly watching as your face softened and twisted in pleasure followed by soft moans and then his name. âP-please Miles faster.â He sped up as you wished making sure to read you facial expressions. He looked at the source of pleasure watching as he slipped in and out , he let out a grunt.
Miles gently places his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to meet his thrust sending waves of pleasure over you both.
You moaned out making Miles get harder if that was even possible. âFu-fuck, you so tight.â He whimpered out before burying his head into your neck counting his pace.
You tightly grip his back, seizing the opportunity of being alone together moaning his name loudly. âMiles.â
âShit ,say it again baby.â Miles said speeding up more pounding into you knocking the wind out of you hitting your spot repeatedly.
âMilesâŚ.fuck right there.â You said your eyes rolling to the back of your head
He chuckled a bit at your state âMhmmm mamas I got you.â
You felt your peak approaching. âMiles, baby Iâm gonnaâŚ..â
âItâs okay, let it go.â He said helping you over the edge.
He felt your walls flutter around him as he quickly pulled out releasing on your stomach.
Miles flopped next to you giving you a quick kiss to the forehead.
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MAMA SAID: Yandere! Jason Voorhees x F! Reader
CW/TW: bullying, sort of stalking (?), ableism, kidnapping, canon divergence, death (not mentioned in detail at all)
i might make a part two if you guys want it idk. also the end is kinda rushed sorry lol. i love jason sm and i really tried to explore his character a bit here, specifically younger jason.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you met at camp.
This was your first time attending and you were pretty nervous. Your whole life you've always been a little shy around new people, and your mother decided it would be the perfect opportunity for you to make some new friends.
No matter how much you whined and begged she was dead set on you going. You even faked a fever, and she still wouldn't budge! And so, here you were: Hot, sweaty, and carrying an overpacked duffel bag.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who has been to camp crystal lake a few times now. Thanks to his past experiences he knows his way around pretty well. He also knows who to avoid and not mess with. Since a lot of people like to pick on him, he's kind of took it upon himself to be prepared for anything.
Thats why he makes sure to hide behind some trees, closely watching the entrance. It's important that he knows what to expect or, in this case, who to expect.
First comes in Mia and her twin brother Mikey. The two of them don't really mess with him much so there isn't much concern there. Next, Terri. Terri was pretty mean to him, but she never got physical. As long as he stayed quiet and out of her way things should run smoothly.
A few more campers who he isn't familiar with walk through. A sick feeling sets in his stomach. The kind that tells you something bad is going to happen. His mother warned him of this. They were expecting far more campers than usual this year...he wishes he could say it excited him.
To his dismay, the last few campers rush through. A terrible chill runs through his body at the sight of his bully. Or, well, bullies. There's a small group of kids who especially get a kick out of messing with him.
Last year they set up a "prank" in his cabin and poured an entire bucket of water over his head while he slept. When he started choking, they just ran off while giggling. If his mother didn't come to help him who knows what could've happened.
Among the group is a new person. A girl, actually. A pretty one at that. Jason zeroes in on the pretty girl as they all walk in together. The leader of the group, Alex, is walking much closer to the girl than anyone else.
Of course, she's probably his girlfriend. I mean, they're pretty young but he's seen a few people claim to be dating anyway. But he's noticed it's a different kind of dating compared to what the counselors do. Kind of weird.
Jason sometimes wishes he could have a girlfriend. Maybe even just a friend. He just wants someone to talk to. Someone to play with. Someone to look at him and not be disgusted or scared.
"Jason! I made your favorite!" His mom calls from a distance.
As weird as it may seem, Jason feels a connection to the girl already. If he worked up the courage, he'd like to speak with her...even if it's just once. He really wanted to stay and watch her some more, but he knew better than to worry his mama. So, he walks through the woods and makes his way towards the cafeteria.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who has been discreetly searching for you. Most campers are near the campfire making s'mores, but you're nowhere to be found. As risky as it is Jason makes a decision. Besides, there's a camp counselor not too far from here so he should be safe.
"Hey, Alex? Can I ask you s-something?"
The blonde swifty turns back and scowls at him. Jason already feels a sense of fear creeping up his neck. "What do you want, freak?"
With a deep breathe he continues. "Uhm...what happened to your friend? The...girl?" The last part comes out as if he's questioning if he saw correctly. If that girl was even real at all.
Alex's face seems to get even more annoyed by the second. He jumps up and hands his friend the pack of marshmallows he was holding. The bully glances around, clearly checking to see if any adults or counselors are within range. The two of them meet eyes and there's an unspoken agreement.
He won't do anything when a counselor is just over there.
A leaf crunches under his shoe as he moves closer. Jason wants to move back, every inch of his body is ushering him to get away, but his fear keeps his feet right where they are.
"Listen to me, mama's boy", his words come out venomously, "[Name] is my cousin and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from her." Tears surface near the end of Jason's eyes at the harsh tone. He feels ashamed for even crying anymore. It's happened so many times that he should be used to it by now.
Alex and his friends cackle loudly. Whatever they're saying he's sure it isn't nice. No matter, though. Jason already feels himself cheering up. He speeds up and swings open the cafeteria door, making his mother jump in surprise.
The boy can't help the wide grin taking over his face.
"Goodness, baby! Knock next time. I almost had a heart attack."
His mother's words don't even register in his mind. He may not know where the girl is, but he knows her name now. That's a win in his book!
Even her name is pretty.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who finally sees you again during lunch. A few of the newer campers were calling him names so he ran off with his sandwich in hand. He finally came to a stop once he was a little deeper in the woods, and there you were, sitting against a tree and drawing a sketch of the lake.
A blush rushed to his cheeks and he nervously ducked behind a nearby tree. Unfortunately, you'd heard him and jumped up rather quickly.
"Who's there?" You asked, eyes scanning for anyone nearby. He stayed quiet and hoped you'd just dismiss the sound.
"I'm serious, Alex. After that stunt you pulled last night you're lucky I didn't tell anyone." You seemed to pause, as if you were waiting for a response. "Hello...Alex? Is it you?"
Jason felt a bit bad when he seen you so scared. You held the sketch book to your chest tightly and your legs were trembling in fear. His mom taught him to always be honest and true so, maybe he should just come out. "Uhm. It isn't Alex..." He said, slowly peeking his head from around the tree.
"Oh."
The two of you stood there awkwardly taking in each other. To his surprise you didn't seem disgusting or scared. Just curious, if anything. He felt a little nervous being looked at so thoroughly. You hated him already, didn't you?
"Sorry about that. I'm [Name]. Jason, right?" You tucked the sketchbook under your arm and reached out with the other, offering him a shake. Jason's hand trembled against your own, yet still firmly shook all the while.
You hadn't spoken with him much, but he has quite the reputation at camp, so you've heard of him. No good things unfortunately. He didn't seem like a bad guy to you though. Just a different one.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you became friends with ever since that handshake. He introduced you to his mom and she was more than excited to learn her son made a friend.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you sneak into the cafeteria with at night to steal some sweet treats. The two of you haven't got caught once since the counselors are never doing their job anyway.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you defend from bullies. Including your cousin Alex. Sometimes it ends with the both of you bleeding, but you don't care about that! Jason is your friend and you're not going to stand by and let him get bullied!
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who loves watching you draw. At night after scoring some cookies, the two of you sit near the lake and he watches you sketch. His favorite was a self-portrait you drew, and since he liked it so much, you signed it and let him keep it.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who can't find you at breakfast time. When he asked him mom she simply told him that she didn't know. So, he decided to go check on you. As he approaches the girls cabin a counselor stops him with a strict look on her face.
"Can I help you?" Jason fails to mask his look of annoyance. Since when did they start caring about the kids around here? "M-my friend [Name]. I couldn't find her at breakfast and wanted to make sure she's okay."
"Oh, her. Yeah, she's sick. For some reason they're making me watch the kid." Her emphasis on 'me' made it seem like it was an insult for her to have to watch [Name]. How stuck-up.
From this alone Jason could tell today would be a rough one.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who suddenly gets ambushed by Alex and several other campers when he walks back near the campfire. They rush towards him and begin pulling the white mask off his face, shouting insults all the while.
"I heard [Name] got sick! Bet he gave her the cooties!"
"Ew, look at his face! I can see why he wears that thing around."
"You're such a mama's boy. Too good to hang out with the rest of us, huh?"
A terrible feeling settles on his chest. He'd been bullied before, but so many people throwing insults at him all at once was a lot to handle. Too much to handle.
With newfound adrenaline Jason runs off, not even realizing that he's nearing the dock. All he can think about is getting away. He just wants it to stop. He hates himself. He hates his face, his personality, he hates all of it. A part of him wishes he was never born.
He just wants to be left alone!
The voices of the campers get louder. They're Approaching. They're getting closer. And suddenly, Jason is right back to that same day.
That day where he approached Alex and asked about [Name]. That same day he couldn't move and was just frozen with fear. He hated how he felt then. And he never wants to feel that way again.
He has to move! He has to do something!!
So... he jumps into the lake.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who misses you more than anything. He misses his mother too, of course, but she was still with him. In spirit at least.
"You should go find her, Jason", his mother tells him.
And He wants to. He wants to find you. He wants to hug you again. He wants to eat cookies with you again. He wants to sit by the trees and watch you draw again. He misses his old life. He misses you.
"So go find her and re-live that life."
If he leaves then who will watch over camp? Forget it. It would be selfish of him to leave their home unattended for his own desires. Anything could happen while he's gone! Besides, there's no telling how long it'll take him to find you.
The voice of his mother laughs a bit. "You're so sweet, my son. I will lead you to her. A quick trip. Here and back."
Jason was still hesitant to agree. But if mama said it'll be okay, then it should be okay. Right?
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who finds your apartment quicker than he expected. Judging by the boxes scattered throughout different rooms, he's assuming you've only just moved in.
He snoops around a bit out of curiosity. Can you blame him? Itâs been years since youâve seen each other. He finds a picture of you graduating high-school in the living room. He realizes then that heâs never met your parents.
Moving forward, he creaks open the door to your bedroom. In the corner he spots a canvas with a few strokes of paint on the surface. He isnât sure what you were trying to paint, but it makes him happy to know youâre still into art just as much as back then.
Luckily you live alone. He was a little worried about having to kill someone in order to bring you back with him. He didn't want to ruin your clothes with blood or anything like that!
The second he sees your sleeping face he feels a warm feeling hug his heart. It had been too long. You lost all that baby fat and now had a mature, even more beautiful face. Not that he expected any different. You were always so gorgeous to him.
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who grabs you out of bed and throws you against his shoulder. You wake up pretty quickly and start kicking and squirming as soon as you register whatâs going on. Who the hell even is this?!
âHey! L-let me go!!â You start banging your fists against his back but it doesnât even seem to affect him. He just keeps walking and walking, not speaking a single word the entire time.
Eventually, you begin sobbing. Your throat goes dry from how much youâve been screaming. It is pretty late, but how come no one is coming to save you? Why canât anyone hear you?
The cold air is eating at your legs since you slept in a cami top and some shorts. Your captor still has yet to speak. He also has a super tight grip. It would definitely bruise. If you even make it out of this alive.
âPleaseâŚâ You beg, slowly losing hope. There are no street lights, cars, housesâŚnothing. He was taking you to a secluded area to do who knows what to you. This was the end. This was how youâd die.
After a few more minutes the man grunts and swings open a door. Itâs pitch black outside so you arenât exactly sure where youâre at. âPlease, just let me go.â
He stays silent and lays you down on a bed surprisingly gently. Before you can even blink heâs binding your hands against the headboard with some rope. His hands move fast to make sure you have no chances of running away.
You feel more tears fall down your cheeks. How could this happen to you? Why was this happening to you?
Yandere! Jason Voorhees who feels bad for tying your hands up. He didnât miss the way you winced in pain. Mama said it would be necessary until you get used to living here though.
When she says itâs time, heâll allow you to take them off.
âSheâs so beautiful, Jason. Itâs only a matter of time until she gets comfortable with you again. Until then, sheâll have to stay like this. . .â
He hates this. Jason just wants to untie you and hug you like old times! He hates seeing you so sad, so scared. He feels bad for even doing this in the first place.
He trusts his mama, though. So for now, heâll stay patient and wait for you to come around.
Just like mama said.
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Could you do prompt 30 & 50 for Arthur, please and thank you ^_^!
Hope you enjoy! Word count : 1.7k Prompts : #30 I just want to be yours. #50 We need to talk about last night Warnings/tags : unprotected piv, cursing, talk of sex workers in the time period, friends with benefits
The agreement you had with Arthur was pretty straightforward. You were close friends, friends who also knew each other more intimately than friends should. Your agreement had begun after a rough job the two of you had gone on. Both full of adrenaline and anger after almost everything had gone wrong. Breathing hard, hiding from the law in a tiny cabin, tension was high.
Itâs not like you hadnât noticed him in that way before. He was a conventionally attractive man. Tall, muscular, ruggedly good looks.
And you both needed some relief, and you certainly werenât complaining. As much as he put off a tough guy facade, he was nothing but caring. Making sure you reached your peak multiple times before he did.
You knew you worked well together in the field, you didnât know it would transfer so gracefully to the bedroom. Reading each other's minds and body. The small twitch of his lip when you pressed your nails into his biceps. The way his brows knit together when you tugged at his honey brown locks. The primal groan that ripped through his chest when you locked your legs around his hips.
It worked. The two of you always worked well together.
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âHey.â His hoarse voice pulled you out of your daze, setting the gun you were cleaning next to you.
âYeah?â You asked, laying down your rag on your pistol. He shuffled from one foot to the other, his hand gripping his gun belt. His hat tipped low on his brow. âNeed me?â You asked, leaning back on the crate you were sitting on. The sun beating down on the both of you, though his brim shaded the upper half of his face. For having this arrangement for so long, it surprised you how shy he was when he would ask.
âNeed ya.â He nodded, holding his hand out for you to take. As much as you tried to deny it, your heart skipped a beat at the thought that he needed you. You, no one else. Even if it was only to scratch an itch.
You took his hand, letting him lead you into the trees. His heavy steps paved a way through the brush near camp. You had to admit you were giddy, a smile spreading across your face as he led you further away from the noise of camp. Following him anywhere he took you like a lovesick pup. As much as you tried to deny it, you were falling for him.
It was wrong, so wrong. You were breaking the first rule, no attachments. But Jesus, how could you not fall for him?
You accidentally walked straight into his broad back, not having noticed him stopping.
âEager?â He chuckled softly, smirking at you over his shoulder. You scoffed, your cheeks heating up.
âYouâre the one who asked.â You hummed, trying to hide your growing embarrassment.
âYeah yeah, alright.â He mumbled rolling his eyes playfully as his large hands found purchase on your waist. He walked you backwards until your back rubbed against the bark of a tree. Successfully pinning you between him and the birch. His knee immediately nudged its way up between your thighs. You let out a soft gasp, which he quickly swallowed as his mouth covered yours. He pressed his knee up against you, grinding against the most sensitive part of you. You couldnât help but moan softly into his mouth, electricity shooting through your veins as he rubbed against you. He made quick work of his gun belt, dropping it to the grassy floor. Your hands threaded through his hair, something you had learned he loved, giving it a small tug.
He groaned into your mouth, which gave you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue inside.
It wasnât some sweet embrace, it was the clashing of tongue and teeth as he rocked you back and forth on his knee. Electricity shooting through your body as he bumped against your clit.
âShit- câmon Arthur.â You moaned feeling wetness gather in your bloomers. He moved down your jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses in his wake. He pulled away, his deft fingers worked on pulling himself out of his pants. While you shimmied out of your bloomers. His calloused hands landed on your waist, turning you around. He flipped up your skirts like you were some common whore, but you didnât mind one bit. You pressed your backside against him as you leaned against the tree, feeling the hard line of his cock against you.
He spit into his hand, the sound obscene and yet so arousing. You waited, his body nearly engulfed yours as he leaned over you, his hand on your hip. He guided the head of his cock between your folds, pressing into you with a groan.
âAlways so damn tight.â He muttered through gritted teeth, pulling you back against his chest. You thought you would get used to being filled by him by now. But every time it felt like you were being stuffed, feeling every ridge and vein of his length as he bottomed out. Giving you a breath or two to get used to his size before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back into you.
Your mouth fell open as a cry left your lips, Arthurâs hand quick to muffle the sound. Those noises were for him only. It was like he was made for you, you knew that was a dangerous thought to have but you couldnât help it. The way he rubbed up against those delicious spots inside you so effortlessly. Taking you to the precipice of pleasure as moans fell from you unabashedly.
Like a lightning strike, your orgasm hit you fast and unexpectedly. Holding onto the trunk of the tree as your legs nearly gave out from under you.
âFeel too damn good girl-â He choked, driving into you with a near bruising pace as your walls fluttered around him.
âShit-ââ he bit down on your shoulder as he quickly pulled out. A low moan leaving his lip as his seed painted your backside. Panting, he pulled your bloomers back up and over your ass, his hand trailing reverently up your shaky legs. You hummed to yourself, basking in the afterglow as he returned the two of you to your prior state. You stood back up, using the tree as leverage as you turned to look back at him.
A beautiful flush had crawled up his neck, that you were just itching to reach out and kiss. But you didnât, because you didnât do anything afterwards. You hardly looked at each other afterwards. Like it would break the spell of the arrangement. That you would realize you were toeing the line between friends and something more a little too closely. So instead you leaned up against the tree and watched him buckle his gun belt low on his hips. He strode over to you, his hand finding your hip as he placed a kiss on your forehead before walking back towards camp.
You wouldnât realize until you were getting ready for bed, that he had slipped a bill into your skirt pocket.
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You left your tent in a damn near rage the following morning. Shame and disgust mixed inside you as you searched for Arthur. Did he really think he could treat you like some⌠some working girl? You werenât selling yourself to him, just like he wasnât selling himself to you.
The arrangement had worked for so long and he just had to go and ruin it?
You found him near the coffee pot, along with some other gang members.
âArthur.â You said, your tone cold as you stood next to him.
âY/n.â He replied, sipping his coffee. You didnât miss the way Mary Beth side eyed Tilly. Although you couldnât give two shits who knew you were pissed.
âWe need to talk,â you said in a low tone. He raised an eyebrow giving you a questioning look. âAbout last night.â You huffed. He nodded, tossing the rest of his coffee out onto the grass before motioning for you to lead the way. You walked over to the edge of the trees, his footsteps heavy behind you.
âWell go on, out with it.â He said with a sigh, his hands resting on his belt.
âWhat the hell is this?â You asked, holding up the five dollar bill, âI ainât offering you any services.â You hissed stuffing the bill back into his front pocket.
He recoiled, his eyes narrowing as you stuffed the bill into his shirt. âI know that.â He huffed, âI ainât- I didnât give it to you as payment.â He said clenching his jaw as he pulled the money out of his pocket.
âThen why the hell did you give it to me? No- why the hell did you hide it in my pocket?â You asked, narrowing your eyes.
He sighed looking down at his feet, âDamn it, Morgan.â He muttered under his breath, shaking his head. âI just- I just keep takin from ya.â He said, running his hand through his hair, âI just wanted to give you somethinâ. Somethinâ for puttin up with the likes of me.â He hung his head, clenching his jaw.
âYou think Iâm just putting up with you?â You scoffed, your frustration at a boiling point, âI donât want your money, I donât want anything from you, I just want to be yours!â You cried, feeling hot tears sting your eyes as the damn broke, unable to hold your feelings back.
His head snapped up, his eyes locking onto yours as his mouth fell open.
âW-what?â He asked, his voice hoarse as he stared at you in disbelief.
âI donât-â you sighed crossing your arms, âI donât want anything from you. I just want you.â You said, biting your lip as you stared into his cool blue pools. Arthur was frozen, for a moment it looked like he had stopped breathing. Then his brain finally caught up, he took three steps and pulled you into his arms. One hand on your hip while the other cupped your cheek, pulling you into him as his lips crashed against yours.
You froze, but only for a moment before you reached up, cupping his cheeks as your lips moved against his.
âDarlin,â He whispered, pulling away from you as the biggest grin spread across his face. âYouâve had me for a long time.â
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