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Oneshot Request: Imagine, Jayce has a younger sister (age gap of 2-3 years) and he ships Sis Reader x Viktor sooo badly. Like, he tries everything, that these two finally become a thing. When Sis Reader x Viktor are after a looong slow-burn-romance-thing in a relationship, Jayce switches from the supportive, older brother to the "Hurt my baby sister and I throw you of the bridge". What would Sis Reader and Viktor too stunned to speak xD
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Jayce had always been a meddler. Y/N had known this better than anyone, having grown up with him constantly poking his nose into her business. Viktor, too, had quickly learned this once he and Jayce began working together. But neither of them could have foreseen just how far Jayce would go when he decided they should be together.
It started subtly enoughâsmall comments here and there.
âHey, Y/N, did you know Viktorâs favourite tea is chamomile? You should bring him some next time youâre in the lab. Heâd love that.â
Or, âViktor, donât you think my sisterâs the perfect blend of brains and beauty? Honestly, if she werenât my sister, Iâd set her up with my best friend. Oh, waitâthatâs you!â
Y/N would groan, cheeks aflame, while Viktor shifted uncomfortably, his grip on his cane tightening as though it might shield him from Jayceâs relentless teasing. But Jayce didnât stop. If anything, he doubled down.
He began orchestrating scenarios to throw them together. âYou two can handle this project alone; Iâm swamped,â heâd say, conveniently forgetting to show up for their meetings. He hosted dinners and somehow always managed to seat them next to each other. He even pulled blatant stunts like disappearing mid-lunch with a wink and a mumbled, âYou two need some alone time.â
âJayce, this is getting ridiculous,â Y/N hissed at him one evening as they sat at a dinner heâd arranged, her seatâof courseâright next to Viktorâs. Jayce shot her an innocent grin that fooled absolutely no one.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he replied smoothly, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye betrayed him.
Meanwhile, Viktor tried his best to remain neutral, though the faint blush creeping up his neck was impossible to miss. Heâd never been one for open displays of affection, but being caught in the orbit of Jayceâs scheming made things more complicated than they needed to be.
It wasnât as though they didnât like each other. In fact, Y/N and Viktorâs connection ran deep. They shared quiet moments in the lab, bouncing ideas off one another late into the night. Viktor appreciated Y/Nâs sharp mind and her unwavering kindness, and Y/N admired Viktorâs brilliance and the depth of his character. Their bond was undeniable, built on a foundation stronger than even the most advanced Hextech core.
But there were obstacles. Viktor hesitated, fearful that his health and the demands of his work would burden her. Y/N, for her part, worried that crossing the line from friendship to romance might jeopardise everything theyâd built. And so, they tiptoed around their feelings, hesitant to take the leap.
Jayce, however, was having none of it.
One day, Jayce stormed into the lab with the determination of a man on a mission. âAlright, thatâs it!â he declared, startling both Y/N and Viktor, who had been quietly working at opposite ends of the room. âYou two like each other. Everyone knows it. Just admit it already!â
They froze, wide-eyed and completely caught off guard, Viktor nearly dropping the tool in his hand while Y/N slowly turned to glare at her brother.
âJayce, this is hardlyââ Viktor began, his voice tinged with discomfort, only to be cut off.
âIâm not leaving until you confess,â Jayce announced, crossing his arms and planting himself firmly in the centre of the lab like an immovable object.
âJayce!â Y/Nâs voice was a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. âYou canât justââ
âConfess!â he demanded dramatically, pointing between them like he was officiating a duel.
Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath, while Viktor nervously adjusted his grip on his cane. The two exchanged a quick glance, a silent conversation passing between them in the space of a heartbeat.
Finally, Y/N let out a long sigh and folded her arms. âFine. You want the truth?â
Jayce straightened, his grin triumphant. âYes, finally!â
She hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her options, before shrugging. âWeâre already dating.â
The room fell silent, and for a moment, it was as if Jayce hadnât fully processed what sheâd said.
âYouâre⌠what?â he finally sputtered, his grin faltering.
âDating,â Viktor repeated softly, though his tone was more resigned than triumphant. He glanced at Y/N, then back at Jayce, as if bracing for an explosion. âFor a while now.â
Jayce blinked, his gaze darting between the two of them. âWait. How long is âa whileâ?â
Y/N exchanged another glance with Viktor, who gave a tiny shrug. âNot that long,â she hedged. âJust⌠a few months.â
âA few months?â Jayceâs voice shot up an octave. âAnd you didnât tell me?â
âExactly,â Y/N said with a pointed look, âbecause of this.â She gestured to the dramatic scene unfolding around them. âDo you know how unbearable youâd have been if weâd told you straight away? Youâd have taken all the credit!â
âOf course I wouldâve!â Jayce said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âBecause itâs true! Iâve been trying to set you two up for ages!â
âThatâs precisely why we didnât tell you,â Viktor said, his voice dry but laced with a hint of amusement.
Jayceâs jaw dropped, his hands flying to his hips. âSo you mean to tell me that I did all the work, and you two didnât even have the decency to let me gloat about it?â
âWe were sparing ourselves the torment,â Y/N replied flatly.
Jayce groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âUnbelievable. All this time, Iâve been orchestrating the perfect set-up, and you were already together.â
âWell, not everything revolves around you,â Y/N teased, unable to hide her smirk.
Jayce stared at her, then at Viktor, before finally throwing his hands up in defeat. âFine. Fine! But Iâm still claiming partial credit for this.â
Y/N rolled her eyes. âOf course you are.â
âAnd,â Jayce added, his tone suddenly serious as he stepped closer to Viktor, ânow that I know, let me make one thing perfectly clear.â He placed a heavy hand on Viktorâs shoulder, his gaze narrowing. âIf you hurt my baby sisterâeven by accidentâI will throw you off the bridge. Are we clear?â
Viktor froze, his grip tightening on his cane as his lips parted in stunned silence. âI⌠Yes, of course,â he stammered.
âJayce!â Y/N exclaimed, shoving her brother aside. âWhat is wrong with you?â
âWhat?â Jayce said defensively. âIâm just making sure he knows the rules.â
âYour rules are insane,â Y/N shot back, though her voice lacked any real heat.
Viktor, still processing, looked between the two siblings, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. âI appreciate⌠your concern,â he said carefully, his voice tinged with dry humour.
Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. âThis is exactly what we were trying to avoid.â
Jayce just laughed, his smug grin practically lighting up the room. âYou canât avoid me forever. And hey, now I get to say I was right all along!â
One evening, Y/N and Viktor were in her flat, quietly enjoying the rare tranquillity of each otherâs company. They were cuddled up on the sofa, Viktorâs arm draped loosely over her shoulders while she rested her head against his chest. The soft glow of the lamp lit the room in a warm, golden hue, casting long shadows that danced gently across the walls. A forgotten cup of tea sat on the coffee table, its steam now dissipated as the pair lost themselves in the quiet comfort of the moment. Viktorâs slender fingers traced absent patterns along Y/Nâs arm, his touch soothing and familiar, while she smiled softly, her eyes fluttering closed.
The peace shattered as the door burst open without warning.
âOi, you two better be dressed!â Jayce bellowed, covering his eyes dramatically with one hand as he stormed in, his heavy footsteps echoing across the room.
Y/N jolted upright in alarm, nearly elbowing Viktor in the ribs in the process. âJayce! What the hell are you doing here?â she shouted, glaring at her older brother.
Viktor, who had been startled but managed to maintain his composure, arched a brow and deadpanned, âPerhaps next time, you could try knocking? Just a suggestion.â
Y/N snorted at Viktorâs sarcasm, but her frustration returned as Jayce peeked through his fingers with a smirk.
âRelax,â Jayce said, lowering his hand with an exaggerated sigh of relief when he saw they were fully clothed. âJust doing my duty as a protective older brother. Wouldnât want to accidentally walk in on something scarring.â
âJayce!â Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. âI cannot believe you.â
Jayce, grinning ear to ear and clearly unbothered, strutted over to the sofa like he owned the place. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he plopped himself down between them, making himself comfortable as the sofa sank under his weight. Y/N and Viktor, now separated, exchanged equally exasperated looks.
âWhatâs up, lovebirds?â Jayce asked casually, slinging an arm along the back of the sofa and stretching out with an air of smug satisfaction.
Y/N rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didnât get stuck. âJayce, seriously? Donât you have your own flat to bother people in?â
Ignoring her entirely, Jayce turned his attention to Viktor. âSo, Viktor,â he began, his grin widening, âhowâs it going? Treating my baby sister right, yeah?â
Viktor leaned back slightly, his expression both amused and weary. âI was under the impression that I am, though Iâm sure youâll correct me if Iâm mistaken.â
âGood man,â Jayce said with a nod, clapping Viktor on the shoulder. âBecause if you donâtâŚâ He leaned in with mock seriousness. âYou know what happens.â
Viktor tilted his head, his tone dry. âLet me guessââthe bridgeâ?â
Jayceâs grin turned positively wicked. âExactly! Youâre catching on. I like that.â
âJayce,â Y/N snapped, shoving him in the side with her elbow, âleave. Now.â
âNot until Iâm satisfied,â Jayce replied smugly, refusing to budge.
Y/N sighed heavily and leaned back against the sofa, folding her arms. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre were cuddling,â Jayce pointed out with mock horror, waving his hand between the two of them. âWhat happened to âno PDA in front of meâ?â
âOh well I'm sorry that I wasn't expecting you to barge in here!â Y/N shot back, her voice rising in frustration.
Jayce shrugged nonchalantly. âDetails, details.â
Viktor, now fully embracing the absurdity of the situation, chuckled softly. âHe does make things⌠lively, Iâll give him that.â
âDon't encourage this,â Y/N muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose as Jayce stretched out even further, looking far too pleased with himself.
âWhat can I say?â Jayce said with a self-satisfied grin. âIâm the perfect mix of annoying and lovable. Youâre welcome.â
Y/N groaned audibly, slumping back against the cushions. Viktor turned to her, his lips quirking into a faint smile before glancing back at Jayce. âSo this is part of dating her, I take it?â he asked, his voice dry with amusement.
âOh, absolutely,â Y/N said, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. âWelcome to the chaos. Youâve been warned.â
Jayce leaned forward, clapping Viktor on the back again with a grin. âYouâre basically family now, Vik. Get used to it.â
âLucky me,â Viktor murmured, his words edged with dry humour, though the warmth in his voice was unmistakable. He shot a sideways glance at Y/N, catching the faintest glimmer of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, her head resting comfortably against Viktorâs shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the rare, peaceful serenity of their quiet evening, before speaking in a soft, almost resigned tone. âYouâre never going to let us have a peaceful evening, are you?â
Jayce, unfazed by the irritation in Y/Nâs voice, leaned back with a smirk plastered on his face, the twinkle in his eye as mischievous as ever. âNot a chance. I personally do not wanna be an uncle just yet,â he said dramatically, folding his arms over his chest as he settled even more comfortably on the couch. âAnd Iâm sure Mama doesnât want to be a grandmother either,â he added with a wink, as though the suggestion of the future was an absurdity he found utterly amusing.
Despite her earlier frustration, Y/N couldnât suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes flicking briefly to Viktor, who had to fight back a grin of his own at Jayceâs antics. As maddening as her older brother was, Y/N couldnât help but be amused by his antics. His chaotic, overbearing nature, his complete disregard for personal boundariesâit was all familiar, and in its own way, endearing. This was Jayce, the one whoâd always been there, pushing her buttons, teasing her endlessly, yet somehow making everything feel... just a little brighter. Infuriating, sure, but undeniably hers.
âAre you done?â she asked, though her tone had softened, and her eyes were starting to glint with a fondness she couldnât quite suppress.
Jayce, entirely unperturbed, leaned back even further, his arms casually draped across the back of the sofa as though he owned the place. âNot a chance,â he replied cheekily. âIâm just making sure you two know what youâre getting into.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, her head
sinking back against Viktorâs shoulder again as she let out a long, exaggerated sigh. âI swear, youâre like a shadow that never leaves.â
Jayceâs grin only grew wider as he leaned forward slightly, looking at her with a knowing glint in his eye. âYou love it, admit it. No oneâs ever bored when Iâm around.â
Y/N sighed again, but there was no real heat behind it this time. âI swear, Jayce, you shouldâve been a plague. No one can get rid of you.â
âDonât think of me as a plague,â Jayce said dramatically, his hand pressed to his chest in mock hurt. âI prefer âyour ever-loving, annoyingly good-hearted older brother.ââ
Viktor, who had been watching the exchange with mild amusement, raised a brow and gave Jayce an amused, exasperated look. âI think Iâve got a pretty good handle on what Iâm getting into,â he replied dryly. âIâve been warned.â
Jayce leaned in, lowering his voice as if imparting a secret. âItâs not just a warning. Itâs a life sentence.â
Y/N groaned in mock defeat, now fully resigned to the fact that Jayce was here to stay. âThis is my life now, isnât it?â
âYup,â Jayce confirmed with an exaggerated nod, looking overly pleased with himself. âAnd donât you forget it.â
Viktor chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement as he looked over at Y/N. âYou really didnât warn me enough, did you?â
She gave him a playful eye roll. âYou really thought I could prepare you for this?â
Jayce stretched out dramatically, his legs sprawling across the couch, as if making himself even more at home. âYouâd be surprised how adaptable you get. Iâm like the chaos you canât escape.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. Even if sheâd never admit it aloud, she wouldnât change her chaotic, overbearing family for anything.
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ďšęŚęˇ WINDBREAKER BOYS cuddling scenarios âĄâĄ ft. togame jo, sakura haruka, suo hayato and kaji ren.
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ďšTOGAME JO
It was one of those cozy nights where the world felt like it was wrapped in a soft, warm blanket. The moonlight peeked through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the room, as you and Togame found your perfect snuggling position on the couch. The warmth of one another's bodies created a bubble of serene comfort, and the only sounds that filled the space were the peaceful inhalations and exhalations as you both drifted into a blissful half-sleep.
You, nestled comfortably into Togameâs side, sighed contentedly, feeling like you could stay in this moment forever. However, as you succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep, a familiar tingling sensation crept through your arm. It was a well-known sign that your beloved cuddle partner was squishing your arm just a bit too tightly. With a playful huff, you cracked open an eye, gazing up at Togame.
âHey my sweet angel princessâ you teased, suppressing a giggle. âCould you move a little? My arm is falling asleep.â
slowly unfurled from the comfortable bundle you both had created. âc'moooonâ he replied with a grunt, âBut I was so comfortableee canât you just power through it?â
âPower through?â you laughed, your voice light and teasing. âWhat do you think I am, some sort of arm contortionist?âÂ
With a jolt, he shifted, still pouting, but instantly feeling the warmth of your arm invigorate again. âAlright, alright iâll grant your wish,â he said, lifting his arm.
Sitting up slightly, you two shared a moment, your faces just inches apart, the teasing still lingering in the air. âBut only if you promise to return to this cozy position in just a moment,â he added with his signature mischievous grin. Oh if only he knew how handsome he looked right now.
âwhateverrr" you mumbled back, settling in again as you found your way back into that cozy bubble. In the quiet of the night, you snuggled again, warm and content, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
ďšSAKURA HARUKA
Cuddling with sakura who's as stiff as a board can feel like snuggling a popsicleâchilly and a bit rigid. Itâs kind of like trying to get a cat out from under the bed; you need to be gentle, patient, and maybe a little playful.
you came back to your shared apartment from a long day at school and needed to recharge, what better way than cuddling your cute boyfriend?
So now you're all cozied up on the couch, and heâs sitting there, arms awkwardly at his sides. You could swear heâs a statue, frozen in time, unsure whether to embrace or retreat. His heart might be racingâafter all, cuddling isnât exactly in the job description of a guy whoâs never been in a relationship.
So how do you break the ice? Start with a playful nudge or a light tease. Gradually, you can inch closer, laying your head on his shoulder as if it's no big deal, inviting him into the cozy cuddle puddle youâve created.
As his rigidity slowly melts, you can feel his heartbeat sync with yours. Itâs like discovering the secret to a puzzle that everyone thought was impossible. You catch him stealing glances at you, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. Those moments give life to the cuddles, turning the chilly embrace into something warm and comforting.
If he still seems a bit hesitant, donât worry! Itâs all part of the fun. Compliment him or tell him how good he's being doing lately and how enough he really is. You might just find that his flustered face is the softest pillow to rest on. With each tease and awkward shuffle of limbs, he might just start to feel safe enough to let go of that stiff facade.
In this playful dance between fluff and awkwardness, he'll discover that cuddling isnât only about physical closeness. Itâs about creating an atmosphere where he feels free to express the whirlpool of feelings heâs been keeping bottled up. And hey, sometimes, when you least expect it, he might just surprise you with an unexpected cuddle back, and in that moment, youâll know youâve unlocked a piece of his heart.
ďšSUO HAYATO
Cuddling on a lazy Sunday morning is one of those simple, sweet pleasures of life. The warmth of your handsome boyfriend wrapping his arms around you feels like being enveloped in your favorite blanketâcozy and secure. As the morning sunlight streams through the window, the world outside fades away, and itâs just the two of you, lost in your own little space.
Every touch feels like a tiny spark of magic, igniting sweet little giggles as you playfully nudge against each other. His calm demeanor means that you donât have to hustle or worry about maximizing every moment; you can simply be. Thereâs a tranquility in those still moments that grants you permission to drift into laughter about the silly things you two did last week or to share fond memories that make your heart flutter.
Amidst the sweet serenity, a sudden, unexpected sound breaks the tranquility. You, snuggled comfortably against hayato, canât help but let out a little fart. It happens!! Weâre all human, right?
âDid you just fart?â he asks, a teasing glint in his eye, mixed with amusement and a hint of disbelief.
âYes,â you admit sheepishly , a blush creeping across your cheeks.
âItâs okay,â suo responds with that signature calmness that makes everything feel better. ârelease your demons babe.â
With a mix of laughter and mock desperation, you lets out an exaggerated groan, âaaaauuurghh..â
The room bursts into laughter, and suddenly, the atmosphere is lighter.
amid gentle laughter and soft whispers, the world outside ceases to exist. You embrace the imperfections, the giggles, and, yes, even the farts, as the true essence of your relationship shines through.
ďšKAJI REN
The soft glow of fairy lights dances in the corners of the room as the scent of popcorn fills the air â the perfect scene for a movie night. You settle into the couch, and your boyfriend, kaji, saunters in with his classic laid-back vibe.
he doesnât fuss or fret about plans or expectations. Instead, he just kind of... floats in and out of moments, like a gentle breeze.
As you cuddle, a delightful mix of warmth and quiet envelops you. His breathing is steady and calm, creating a soothing backdrop to your little pocket of the world. While he might not shout his feelings from the rooftops or engage in wild conversations, thereâs a comforting strength in his silence. Heâs the type of guy who listens more than he talks, which sometimes leaves you wondering whatâs going on in that brilliantly quiet mind of his.
But every now and then, a subtle chuckle escapes him â when you least expect it. â you find yourself savoring those moments.
But today your stomach had a different idea.
You, with a playful pout, broke the comfortable silence, âIâm hungry." You shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable while you stomach let out a small grumble, as if joining the conversation.
Kaji, blissfully snug and unwilling to leave the warmth of the blanket, replied with a monotone voice, âno way am i moving,â one was craving food, while the other was perfectly content to remain cocooned in his warm sanctuary. plus he was reallly into the movie.
You both knew that the only solution to your hunger would involve a quest to the kitchen, but the task seemed monumentally heroic when faced with the allure of the warmth of the cuddles and the movie. With a mock sigh, youleaned closer, whispering dramatically, âBut what if I starve?â
after an exaggerated pause, he replied, âfind a way but im not moving, 'm way too lazy."
cuddling with kaji is like a delightful balance. Sure, youre often the one chattering away about everything from your day to the latest trending topics. Yet, thereâs something grounding about having a partner who doesnât feel the need to fill every silence with words. Itâs as if you've developed your own language â a subtle squeeze of the hand here, a soft smile there.
thereâs a sweetness in the simplicity of being wrapped up together, lost in your thoughts but connected in the profound hush of your recharge sesh.
Š 2025 sillyhanako â do not copy, steal, or reupload my works. Thanks!
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Marcus Moreno x f!reader | 2.9k | 18+ | ao3
summary: Marcus is a ball of nerves, just waiting for you to come home.
a/n: this is my late submission to @wannab-urs' Dom that Middle Aged Man Campaign! Sorry again for being late. I had something different planned originally but this week it turned out what I needed was something a bit softer. Maybe you could use something a bit softer, too? Thank you to @katareyoudrilling for beta-ing and Gin for taking a look. 𧥠(also yes, I'm still behind on replies, but I will catch up. love y'all)
tags/warnings: dom!reader, sub!Marcus, established relationship, established dom/sub dynamics, bathing together, acts of service?, subspace, a very intense handjob, restraining (with your body), (1) bite, referenced orgasm control, pet/dynamic names (from reader: baby, baby, my man; from Marcus: love), I named Miracle Guy Rob just for fun
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Marcus is fidgeting again. He canât seem to make himself stop. Thereâs a buzzing under his skin, a tension he canât seem to shake.
Sheâs been away for 10 days, and heâs not sure how heâs going to make it to 12.
Two more days, he tells himself as he wakes up his computer and finds too many emails â and decisions â waiting for him. Barely 60 hours, he bargains as he doesnât let himself pour a third cup of coffee, knowing itâll just keep him awake. Only two more nights alone, he promises himself as he takes off his shoes in his empty house, too quiet with her out of town and Missy at school.Â
âLess than 48 hours,â he answers when his phone rings.
âHello to you, too, babe,â she laughs, and Marcus feels something inside of him settle at the sound of her voice. The buzzing under his skin quiets to a low hum.Â
Soon.
âŚ
You want to groan aloud as you step off the third â and final â plane, ready to be done with travel for a long while. Youâre tired and all youâve thought about since you stepped foot into the first airport this morning, hours ago, was getting home. To him.
Two weeks is far too long to go without the man you love.
You make your way to baggage claim and let your mind wander to the anticipation of being home. You picture it â walking in the front door to find Marcus waiting for you, arms open, expression soft. You smile to yourself as you step off the escalator.
When you turn, you almost freeze at the unexpected sight that greets you. A smile grows across your face as you rush forward.
Marcus is standing by the baggage claim area, grinning. He looks as handsome as ever and like home and youâve never been so happy to see anyone in your life.
You drop your carry-on next to his feet just before you throw your arms around his shoulders. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as you fall into each other.
âBabe,â you say, smiling. âI thought you couldnât pick me up.â
Marcusâ face is buried in your shoulder and you feel him nuzzle into your neck. He sighs. âI canceled my meetings. Couldnât wait another minute.â He squeezes you tighter and you press a soothing kiss into his hair.
âMissed you too, babe.â You let yourself sink into his arms until you hear the announcement that the bags from your flight are arriving on the belt. You pull back slowly. âCome on â all Iâve been thinking about today is being home with you.â
When you finally meet his eyes and really look at him, though, your breath catches. Thatâs your Marcus, you know him better than youâve ever known anyone. You can read him like a book. And right now he looks like he hasnât rested or slept at all in two weeks. You havenât seen dark circles like these since the time Missy got the flu and scared everyone, a couple of years before she went to college. Before you lived together. You think back to what he said â he couldnât wait another minute â and you feel your heart start to beat a little faster.
âMarcus? You didnât tell meââ
He smiles, rueful. âI didnât want to worry you.â
You step closer, mindful of the crowd moving around you. âHey. Baby, no. Youâre mine to worry about. Right?â Your voice dips a bit lower, and you see him shiver in response.Â
âRight,â he agrees, and when you meet his eyes again the emotions in them tug at your chest. He sighs. âI havenât been sleeping well. And workâŚâ he trails off and shrugs. âRob was out because the baby was sick, and it was a lot. And fuck, I just missed you so much.â He smiles but it looks more sad than anything and it hurts to look at. You need to get him home. All you want is to get this man home where you can take care of him. You know just what he needs, and just what you need, and the knowledge settles in your chest, warming you. You cup his face in your hand and the way he leans into it tells you just how right you are.Â
When you lean forward to press a soft kiss to his lips you hear the low noise he makes in the back of his throat and you know. We need to hurry.Â
âCome on,â you say, reaching down and lacing your fingers together as you step away. He grabs your bag and starts to walk with you. âWe need to get you home, baby.â
He nods, already looking more at ease as he lets you lead him forward. âYes, love.â
âŚ
You keep a firm grip on Marcusâ thigh the entire drive home. He tells you more about what really happened at work while you were gone, and you can feel him opening up to you like a flower in the sun as he lets you start to take care of him. By the time you pull up at the house, the tension in his spine has started to disappear.
After you turn off the car you scan him with a careful eye. His shoulders are looser, his expression more open. Good.
âMarcus. My handsome, wonderful man. Iâm going to take care of you. Alright, baby?â He nods, and you smile as you run your fingers through his hair gently. âIâm sorry I was gone for so long. But you canât hide things from me, not like this.â
He nods again, and you can see the regret in the lines of his face. âI wonât. Iâm sorry, love.â
You hum, thoughtful. âThis was my first long trip in a while. Weâll do better, prepare better, if it happens again. Together. Ok?â
Marcus smiles softly. âOk.â
âAlright.â You can hear the change in your voice, and you know Marcus hears it, too, when he straightens slightly in his seat. âNow, I want you to take my bags inside and then head up to our closet. Go inside and take off those clothes and find something more comfortable. Donât put them on yet â take your time, and meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes.â
Marcus lets out a deep breath that seems to lift the weight of the time youâve been away off his shoulders. âYes, love,â he breathes, and you smile as he immediately starts to do as you said.
You step out of the car and hurry to the door â you only have ten minutes.
By the time Marcus steps inside the bathroom holding his softest clothes and wearing nothing but his underwear, youâre ready for him. Youâve filled the large bath with hot water and oils in the scents you know he likes best. The lights are low, the towels are ready, and you stopped by the kitchen for water and snacks. Youâre sitting on the edge of the tub, still dressed, waiting.
âPut those down, baby, and come here.â
He does, and then moves to stand in front of you. You let your eyes trail over his bare chest and legs, appreciative as always. You know he can see it in your expression when you meet his eyes again. Heâs flushed, looking pleased.
You stand, slowly, and gesture him closer. âHelp me undress,â you say, voice low. âI need to wash off all that travel.â
He quirks a small smile at your words, and you know heâs remembering all the times youâve said that before, here in this room with him.
âOf course, love,â he murmurs, already moving to do as you asked. He doesnât rush. He lets his fingertips brush against you as he slowly undresses you, and you sink into the sensation of being there with him.
Soon enough youâre standing bare before him, and his appreciation is obvious. It makes you smile, and he blushes.Â
You step into the bath, Marcusâ hand immediately coming up to steady you. As soon as youâre situated against the wall, you gesture him forward. He kneels next to the tub, so quickly you feel warmth growing in your chest. You reach out to brush your fingers across his cheek and he turns into the gesture, making you smile again.
âHelp me wash.â
He nods, and you can see him sinking into the familiar motions. He reaches for the soap and a cloth and begins eagerly. You have done this together so many times, you move together easily. He lifts your arm and you turn towards him, watching as he carefully and attentively washes every bit of you that he can reach. Heâs so focused on his task that it becomes almost meditative, and you can see him starting to slip into that space you know he needs, held completely within your control. His body begins to forget his stress â his shoulders relax more with every movement. Every gentle pass of the cloth relaxes you, lets you sink deeper into the moment youâre building together.Â
Eventually Marcus guides you to stand and, after paying the same attentiveness to your legs that he did to the rest of you, moves to drain the tub. It refills quickly, and as it does you hold out your hand to him.
âJoin me,â you say, and he does. You sink into the fresh hot water again and lean against the wall of the tub. You guide him to lean back against you, between your legs. The warmth of him is so familiar, and so missed, you canât help but wrap yourself around him. His head comes to rest on your shoulder and you feel the remaining tension start to leach out of him into the hot water that surrounds you. You nuzzle behind his ear and smile when you feel him shiver in response. âThank you, baby,â you murmur, pressing a kiss behind his ear. âYouâre so good at that.â
He stretches a bit, pleased, but you can tell heâs amused. âAt bathing?â
âYes,â you agree, sincerely, âbut particularly at doing as I ask. My wonderful man.â Marcus relaxes further into you at that, and you smile again. âNow, hands on the side of the tub, please,â you say, and he immediately complies. âRest your hands comfortably, no need to stretch. Good?â He nods and you notice his eyes have fallen closed. Good. âKeep them there, baby. Until I say.âÂ
âYes, love,â he murmurs, and you hear in his voice that he has let go of everything outside of this room. Heâs just yours, now, and youâll take care of him.
You run your hands lightly down his sides and watch his sharp intake of breath. You hum as you trail your fingertips up his chest, tracing swirling designs across his skin under the hot water. âI missed you,â you say, lips brushing against his ear. His grip tightens around the edge of the tub. âI missed talking with you, and waking up next to you, and sleeping by you at night,â you continue as your hands press more firmly against his chest and arms. You can see his interest, which had flagged a bit as he washed you so attentively, start to grow again under the water. âI missed taking care of you,â you whisper, wrapping your left arm around his upper chest firmly and squeezing. âAnd I missed how perfectly you fall apart under my hands... My handsome man.â He moans, softly, and you slide your right hand down, smoothly, right to where you both want it.Â
You wrap your hand around his cock, gently, and begin to tease at his length. Heâs already hard, and you feel his breath catch at your touch.
âDid you touch yourself while I was gone?â You pump his cock slowly as you ask.
He shakes his head before burying his face in your neck.
âNo? I told you you could.â Youâd known, though, that he wouldnât.
âNo,â he says, and his voice is low and soft. âI didnât want⌠not without you.â
You smile and press a kiss into his hair. âMy sweet man. I donât want you to neglect yourself.â
His hips twitch forward as you move your hand smoothly down and back up, teasing around the head. Your pace is so slow itâs barely a pace at all, and you know the anticipation will send him falling steadily downwards and inwards until heâs limp in your arms.
âI wanted you,â he gasps, and you wrap your arm tighter around his chest. âItâs always better with you.â You admire the strength in his arms and his back as he wrestles against himself, keeping his hands firmly in place on the sides of the bath. Itâs beautiful.
You file away a thought about how to handle this, if you have another long trip â phone sex, probably. And the thought sends a tingle of anticipation down your spine.
âI always want you, baby,â you murmur, squeezing a bit tighter and moving just a bit faster. He twitches gratifyingly in your grip. âNow let me take care of you, hmm? You can let go, now. Iâve got you.â
Marcus sighs and somehow curls even more snugly into your arms. You start a slow and steady pace and feel his heart rate increase in his chest.Â
âThatâs it,â you whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss just in front of it. âMy handsome man, relax for me, hmm?â You move just a bit faster and feel his hips thrust forward. âYouâre so beautiful like this, baby. So perfect for me.â When you twist your hand around the head of his cock, Marcus whines, softly, and you smile. âYou love me so well, Marcus,â you say, softly, and he gasps. âYouâre so good, baby. So good for me.â
You move your hand faster, grip his cock tighter, and the sound he lets out is almost like a sob. He has a vice-like grip on the sides of the tub and you wrap your legs around his, holding him down and in place. Marcusâ chest begins to rise and fall more swiftly with his unsteady breaths and the water of the bath moves choppily around you.Â
You press a soft line of kisses up his neck. âIâve got you. Let go for me, baby,â you say, voice firm. âNow.â You bite down on his shoulder, and with a sharp exhale, he does.
Marcusâ body goes tense as he moans your name, and you feel his release overcome him completely. You pump your fist two, three more times, and then he goes completely boneless in your arms.
You release his cock, wrapping both arms around his chest, pressing soft kisses all along his neck and shoulders. âYes, Marcus,â you praise, âthat was so beautiful, baby. You did so well.â
He says your name again, softly, and you tighten your arms around him. You know heâll need a few minutes to come back, to swim back upwards through the pleasure and relaxation and release. âIâve got you, baby.â Your voice is low, meant just for him. âTake your time.â
You whisper and murmur soft praises to him as he drifts, and you feel his arms twitch as he starts to come back to himself. The water is still warm, but you know youâll need to get out soon. Slowly, you release your hold on him and smooth your hands along his arms. You carefully encourage his hands to let go of the sides of the tub, gently massaging his palms as he does.Â
When he sits up slightly and turns to look at you, you smile. âHello there,â you greet him, and he smiles back.
This Marcus is so different from the one who met you at the airport. He looks well-rested, with all the cares of the world lifted from his shoulders. His brow is soft, his eyes warm as he looks at you. The soft smile that plays at his mouth is so handsome it takes your breath away.
âHello, love,â he says, and leans in to kiss you. âWelcome home,â he murmurs against your lips, and you smile.
âThank you,â you say between kisses. âNext time, we wonât let it get that bad, hmm? And youâll talk to me. And tell me the truth.â
He shakes his head. âIâm sorry, love. I promise. I got so lost in my own head. All I could do was wait for you to come back.â
You run your hand through his hair gently, before bringing it down to rest against his cheek. âWeâll talk about it later, alright? But I think I know how I want you to show me just how sorry you are.â You let a bit of teasing enter your voice, but you know he knows youâre serious.
He leans into your hand. âAnything, love,â he breathes, and his desperation to please you makes you smile again.
âWell, baby,â you tighten your grip on his hair and smile when he gasps and leans into it. âIâm going to go lay on the bed, and youâre going to dry off and meet me there.â You kiss him and nip softly at his bottom lip. âAnd then youâre going to make me come with your mouth as many times as I want until I tell you to stop.â
He shudders in expectation and smiles. âYes, love,â he breathes. He watches, wide eyes tracking your every move as you stand from the tub. âPlease.âYou smile and lead him towards the bedroom. My perfect man.
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a/n: thoughts? lol
#marcus moreno x reader#marcus moreno x you#marcus moreno x f!reader#marcus moreno fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfiction#dom/sub dynamics#DMAMC2025#x reader
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fic idea: alex calls oscar to come over to his apartment and oscar accidentally knocks on carlos' door instead
Oscar is an idiot.
There is no better description of himself than that. A few hours before he has to fly to Australia, he rummages through his apartment looking for his padel racket like a starved animal. He swears he put it here or here. Maybe there. Okay, maybe he doesn't know where he's put it.
He sits down on his couch thinking about where he's left it. Kim has arranged a padel match with himself and Lando and his own trainer for when they get to Australia. He supposes he can ask Kim if he has an extra racket he can borrow. He can't ask Lando, he'll be made fun of and at the end he would still be a racket short.
He was just about to ring Kim up when his eye catches another contact name. Alex.
Alex!
He played with Alex a few days ago and funnily enough that was the last time he could remember seeing his racket. How could he be so forgetful?
He calls Alex immediately, wincing when he realizes it is quite late for it to be acceptable to call but his flight is in a few hours so he calls anyway.
A few rings before Alex picks up, "Hello?"
"Alex! I...Are you in Monaco, still?"
"Oscar? Yeah. Yeah, what's up?"
"Did you perhaps bring home my racket from the other day?"
"Hm. Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you. It's right here. Do you need it now?"
Oscar cheers quietly.
"Uh. Yeah, if it's alright? I need to fly in a couple of hours."
"Okay. I'll send you my address."
"Thanks, mate. Appreciate it."
Immediately after Alex sends him his address he gets going. It's not that far considering Monaco is pretty small anyway. He walks from his apartment to Alex's while mentally noting down his schedule for the next days.
When he gets there, the receptionist just greets him probably been alarmed of Oscar's arrival beforehand. Alex's apartment building is nice, not so dissimilar to Oscar's. He double checks the door number before he knocks on the door. A part of him feels a little guilty for bothering Alex for his racket but he knows Alex doesn't mind. He promises both himself and Alex that this will be the last time. Alex just laughs and teases him about his non-existent padel skills.
He waits for the door to open which is quite a long time. Still, he wills himself to be patient. After a few more seconds, when he was just about to knock again, the door swings open.
"Oscar?"
Oscar steps back in shock. He feels his cheeks burning up out of embarrassment and.. something else. His lips part in shock and, quite frankly a little too dramatically, gasps.
First of all. What the heck.
Second. This isn't Alex's apartment.
Third. What the heck.
Carlos runs his hair through his sweaty yet still perfect hair (damn him). Oscar gulps as he takes in the sight of Carlos before him. Shirtless. Nothing but boxers. Skin. Skin everywhere.
Carlos' torso gleams with sweat and his chest is rising and falling quite rapidly. His mouth is open in confusion, a mirror to Oscar's expression. He gulps one more time and forces words out of his mouth.
"Uh. Alex. I was going. I need. I need Alex."
Carlos' eyebrow twitches up, curious or doubtful, Oscar can't tell. Carlos purses his lips and points to the door across. Oscar nods in defeat. He hopes this doesn't reach Lando ever. He will never hear the end of it.
"Yeah. Thanks. Sorry. You can go back doing..."
"Carlos?"
Before Oscar completes what he was about to say, a voice comes from behind Carlos calling for him. A woman wrapped in a blanket comes out from a hallway. Fuck. Oscar may be an idiot but he's not that stupid. He might have just interrupted Carlos Sainz having sex.
"Oh. I'm." Oscar stutters, at loss for words.
"Goodnight, Oscar."
Oscar didn't get to reply before the door shuts down on him. He's left at his place staring at where Carlos used to be except now he's covered by a door.
What the fuck.
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i'm a bit late but i wanted to make sure i did this one for everyone to get to know me better so thank you, @aalinaaaaaa @the-golden-comet, @goldfinchwrites @theink-stainedfolk, and @the-inkwell-variable for the tag!
iâll be using novaxiom as a reference for some specific questions!
1ď¸âŁ whatâs the main lesson of your story?
existence is not passive. sound, motion, creationânone of it happens without a cost. novaxiom is about what it means to refuse erasure, to leave something behind even when silence is inevitable. syrin isnât a hero, heâs not a chosen oneâheâs a disruption. and thatâs the point. because this isnât a story about winning. itâs about what remains.
2ď¸âŁ what did you use as inspiration for your world-building?
novaxiom started with research on soundâits physics, its impossibility to truly disappear, the way it lingers. i stripped the science down to its rawest form and rebuilt it as something alive. the frequencium became the foundation: sound as a force, a history, a living record of everything thatâs ever moved.
psinorism is the oppositeânot just silence, but stillness. not absence, but control. a locked world, preserved in place. sonoric sorcery moves, psinorism severs motion. they donât just oppose each otherâthey define each other.
3ď¸âŁ whatâs your MC trying to prove?
syrin isnât trying to be right. heâs trying to prove that movement is worth the risk. that soundâchaotic, unpredictable, relentlessâis better than a world frozen in preservation. psinorians want to keep what remains. syrin wants to prove that a world afraid to change isnât a world at all.
but⌠unrelenting motion is dangerous. sound consumes. and the deeper he goes into the frequencium, the harder it is to ignore why so many have chosen stillness instead.
4ď¸âŁ chapter count so far?
novaxiom isnât a single novel, itâs a chronicle. a layered, shifting history told through interwoven narratives. itâs still evolving, like frequencies colliding and separating across time. the chapter count will be whatever it needs to be.
5ď¸âŁ fanfic or original? where are you posting?
original. novaxiom is entirely its own entity at this point. no borrowed worlds, no pre-existing frameworks. where itâs going? tbd. substack is an option. tumblr will always be home. but itâll be posted where i feel the most comfortable, it definitely will be on ao3, but i want to make sure i try wattpad. but if anyone has any other suggestions for where to post my writing, don't hesitate to let me know in the replies or my dms!
6ď¸âŁ when did you start writing this?
novaxiom has been an idea of mine for years, i could never figure out where to start! but the version that exists now? the one built on its own physics, cultures, plus its rejection of traditional fantasy?
thatâs been solidifying all through 2024 and now 2025. what started as an idea about sound as magic turned into an entire system of existence and iâve never been prouder of myself :)
7ď¸âŁ words of encouragement for fellow writers?
creation is defiance. writing is resistance. every word we put down is our refusal to be silent. you donât ever need permission or anyoneâs validation. just write, make noise; and leave something personal and creative behind. you never know who you will touch with your words, and we owe it to ourselves as writers to see our thoughts through to fruition!!
this will be an open tag for anyone wanting to join, but i want to hear from these writers! so i will be tagging @slenders1ckn3ss @kaylinalexanderbooks @wyked-ao3 @leahpardo-da-veggie @ominous-faechild @dyrewrites @mjparkerwriting @seastarblue @glassfrogforest @unlivresanstitre @boosterseat3 and @radioregine !!
#author ask tag#creative writing#writer community#writers on tumblr#writer#writersblr#writeblr#writing#writerscommunity#queer writers#writing tag games#tag game#tagging game#tumblr tag game#writers on writing#black writers#fantasy writer#fantasy writing#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled writing#novaxiom#my wip fic#wip game#wip tag#current wip#work in progress#my wips
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top 5 NICHOLAS SCENES!! heeehee đ¤ so many to choose from
BOTTOMS/Jeff - "I can't answer that question because I don't know how to read!"
2. MARY & GEORGE/George Villiers - his epic eye roll (I was trying very hard to not pick one of the many amazing nsfw scenes đđ)
3. THE IDEA OF YOU/Hayes Campbell - Guard Down music video
4. CHAMBERS/Elliot Lefevre - being a little sh*t đ¤Ł
5. RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE/Henry Fox - coming out of the closet
this was in no particular order btw !!!
#so sorry for the late reply nonnie đ#I thought it was only a couple of days but it's been almost two weeks since you sent this đđđđ#but better late than never right?#Nicholas Galitzine#YES THERE WERE SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM!!!!#I wanted to pick only one from any project#otherwise it would have probably mostly rwrb#but anyway thank you for the ask
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heol
#â áśťáśťâ turn it up!â #unrelated its ltr not even what i linked but chasing time - azealia.. Dontttt omg ts is so facking good who made that beat!!!!!!!!!!#ANW. if breakaway is minhui then this is yijun. mayb the single ver more than true romance ver actually.. it js sounds more raw#i rly wanna talk abt why he hates jaehee#bc iâve yapped abt minhui and talked abt DY/JY sort-of parallels in replies somewhere i found it the other day#and ik the âhe doesnât fitâ is what's been written (in pieces + that yt rundown i think) but likee it goes deeper than that#im gnna struggle to put it into words properly but im talking to myself so i can not make sense as much as i want thanks#ok. so he goes on and on abt how jaehee ruined BS bec he âdidnât fitâ into the four that they were without him but. heâs lowk projecting#he joined JG in 2016 - jiyeol mai hyeonmin and KOHEN were all there before him. jyâs in â08 mi + kh in 2010 + hm 2011#they chucked their whole childhoods away for jg - and in reward they were meant to be jgâs first boygroup#they ltr wouldâve debuted in 2013 if it wasnât for hyojoo being like hey! this is kinda weird lol! a 17 yo two 15 yos + a 13 yo is weird!#yj was late as HELLLL 2the party. he wouldve been left as a trainee while JY MI KH HM debuted as 9ANTHER if it wasnt 4 The Kohen Mai Thing#aka they started messing around in like 2014 while jy pretended he wasnt abt to crash out and hm had to listen to jy trying not2 crash out#then it got real bad like august 2016 and all of a sudden they HATEDD eo they couldnt even b in the same room#(aka. kh wanted him mi wanted jy and said Lollll i hate u die)#all in all: kh kicked off debut team. spot opens up for yijun right as he enters the company. heâs not cut out for ts at all#he was lonely back home and now heâs lonely here and now apparently heâs in a debut team with 3 guys who know eo and he wants to die#hyeonmin like smiles at him like ONCE during practice and he latches on fastttt this leech đđđ tries to worm his way in via hm#spoiler! it only half works theres sand under his skin he hates it all heâs not meant for them he needs a gun#it gets better over the years and jy + mi sorting their shit out & cutting off kh completely makes yj feel wayy more secure#and then they debut even if it is after yoonhaeâs literal death. and then jaehee comes in like Hiii i like to act and colour ^_^#HE WNATS TO DIEE ITS HIM ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!!!! cant even bear to look at him#like the walls are UP heâs not letting himself become kohen. and when jh tries to get close to min - ltr exactly like he did.......#ITS NEVER BEEN MORE BONSOVERRRR#so there. heâs mean and hates him and wants him dead for that. Yayyyy#kh has def said some nasttyyyyy shit to yj too ijbol like mind you he didnt leave jg until jy did! THIS YEAR!#the song. is abt himself. him to him in the mirror. to kohen. to jaehee. heâs mad at shit thatâs never happened and heâs never gonna stop#the âwhy did you fall for meâ though.. thatâs him to min like#he feels like heâs conned him into it - bec the first couple months he only rly was around him to try and get into the inner circle#and then he fell in Lol. Gay
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One word: breathtaking~âĄ
#kdnsknskdndkankdnf#stooooooppppp#I can only take so much đĽşđĽşđĽşđĽş#lmao I know I know again this ask was sent ages ago#and Iâm so sorryyyy#but better replying late than never right?#also you guys made my day when you sent it and I read it for the first time#and now again cause Iâm seeing it again#(and my memory sucks so itâs like Iâm seeing it for the first time! đđđ)#thank you again đĽş#ask#anon
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I like the way you draw Bruno he reminds me of puppycat from Bee and Puppycat super cute!
Thank you, I love that showâs art style as well
#sorry for late reply I didnât see the notification at first#later is better than never though right
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trouble comes in fours; simon's ver
you are trying to scare off your ex and who better to send him running than a masked burly guy you've met at a bar and who bulldozed his way into your bed.
simon riley x fem!reader nsfw, minors do not interact!! warnings: dub-con (drinking), fingering (fem!receiving), car sex, exhibitionism, oral (fem!receiving), doggy style, creampie, manhandling
prologue // other versions (TBA)
Everything that happened after Johnny invited you over (which really meant he pulled you by the hand before you could back out) was a blur. You found yourself sandwiched between the masked guy and the pretty boy who introduced himself as Johnny, speaking with a sexy, thick Scottish accent. You couldn't help but steal glances at the masked guy. He said nothing, merely dipped his chin in greeting and met your gaze with an unnerving stare.
From this close-up, you noticed parts of his blonde buzzcut where he had nicked himself with the razor. He had done it himself without a mirror, resulting in some slightly uneven spots. On someone else, this might make them appear unkempt, but for this giant of a man, it seemed just rightâalmost endearing.
Everything about him screams danger. His thigh is pressed against yours, and you're already sweating because he and Johnny feel like walking furnaces. When you try to pull off your hoodie, the alcohol courses through you, and your head spins. As you finally manage to take the garment off, you accidentally grab onto something solid and hard for support. Too late, you realize that your hand has latched onto the blond's muscular thigh. You immediately let go, as if youâve been burned by the touch.
You almost swear you hear him snort under his mask. When he finally speaks, your thighs clench. âI think itâs time for you to head home, doll. Come.â
It sounds as if he is talking to a dog, and you feel a sense of indignation rising within you. "I'm not a dog to give orders to. Besides, I don't even know your name."
He rolls his eyes at you. "Simon. That better now?"
"Not really. How do I know you're not some serial killer?" That gets some laughs out of the rest of the table.
He leans down closer to your ear, and you can almost sense the smirk in his voice when he says, "You don't. It adds to the thrill." It could be the alcohol coursing through your veins or the way his voice, with its rough British accent, sends shivers down your spine, but you find yourself agreeing. In some twisted way, it does add to it.
You discover that Simon doesnât actually drink; the beverage you saw in front of him was just plain water. When he drives you home, he looks absolutely ridiculous in your small car, taking up all the space. He grumbles about your seat being so close to the steering wheel. When you ask him how the other guys are getting home, he simply replies, âTheyâll walk,â along with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
He doesn't touch the radio, and you're too nervous to reach for it. You soon realize that he's not much of a conversationalist. He only answers your questions but never offers any additional information that would prompt you to ask more. After you've exhausted all possible conversation starters, all you can do is sit and look out the window. You swear you see him chuckle at your fidgeting whenever the silence becomes oppressive. As you finally arrive home, you can hardly wait to bolt out of the car. The tension is so thick that you need some fresh air to breathe properly, trying to push away thoughts of the consequences of your actions.
Before you can act on those thoughts, a heavy hand grips the back of your neck. "You think too loud. Stop it." A retort dies in your throat as you're pulled into him so quickly that your head spins. You barely register him removing his mask; you canât even enjoy the fact that his face is finally visible. He latches onto you with the hunger of a man starved, kissing you deeply and urging you to stick out your tongue more.
Just by kissing him, you can feel the scar running through his lips. There's another scar, one that you noticed before, that runs through his eyebrow. When he finally pulls away for a moment, you see that his nose was definitely broken at some point, and he never bothered to get it fixed. You can't help but wonder what it would feel like to sit on his face.
Unceremoniously, he pulls you over the center console and onto his lap, which causes you to squeal in surprise. He doesnât even bat an eye as he manhandles you into position, making you think about how your ex couldn't even carry two bags of groceries without complaining about the weight.
Something must have revealed your train of thought, or perhaps it was simply the fact that you were still lost in your thoughts, because Simon growls in response. You can feel the sound reverberating through your hands, which rest on his impressive pecs.
"Stop. Thinking." Every word is punctuated by a grind of his hips. To his great amusement, your mind goes blank immediately.
He guides your hands to his zipper straining under his hard-on. "What if someone sees?"
He only replies with "They'll get a hell of a show then." before he drags the pads of his fingers over the wet patch on your panties underneath your skirt that has already ridden up to your hips. He pulls the crotch of your panties to the side and pushes up to a knuckle, wasting no time and making you cling to him for dear life. After he adds another and starts hitting all the spots that make you whimper into his thick neck, he chuckles. It sounds a little mean but it still shoots right to your pussy anyway. "Finally shut that brain of yours up, doll."
He pulls up your shirt with his free hand and drags the cups of your bra up as well before sucking a nipple into his mouth. In reaction you push further into him, making him hum. He ends up alternating between bites to the side of your tits and sucking angry red marks into your collarbones and neck. Every part of you will be sore tomorrow but that's something you'll deal with later.
He lets you ride his fingers, scratching at his back and shoulders, fisting his hoodie and when you finally let go and the orgasm makes your eyes roll back into your head, he pulls you back into him for a kiss. It's messy, all teeth and tongue. When he pulls back there is a string of saliva connecting you two and if your mind wasn't currently wiped by the mind-blowing orgasm you would be embarrassed by the pornographic imagery. Simon forces you to look at him, his big, rough fingers holding up your chin to make you meet his gaze. You finally see the color of his eyes: brown, with pupils dilated wide. "We're nowhere near done," he says.
Simon is a whirlwind; he makes decisions, and you find yourself following them as if they were orders. He doesnât wait for an invitation; instead, he stands behind you, his chest against your back, providing support as your legs feel like jelly. The drinks you had are wearing off now.
When you take too long to get out of your shoes, Simon tosses you over his shoulder. "You're taking too damn long," he says. You give him directions to your bedroom, and before long, you're dropped onto the sheets. Youâre about to call him a caveman for his methods, but the sight of him pulling off his hoodie, revealing heâs not wearing anything underneath, leaves you speechless.
His skin is pale, but you can still see angry-looking scars on his torso and arms. Some of them resemble cigarette burns, while others look like bullet wounds that didn't heal properly. All of that should make you reconsider the kind of danger youâve just invited into your bed, but as your gaze wanders lower, following his blond happy trail, you find yourself unable to think about the consequences.One of his hands is tattooed up to his elbow, and you can't really tell the design in the low light but it only adds to his appeal. Something possesses you to act, you end up reaching for his zipper before he can and he only gives you a wolfish grin before you pull him out.
He's not wearing any underwear. Your mouth dries up at the sight of him. That's never going to fit. Only after hearing him laugh did you realize that you had said that out loud. He was already hovering above you, caging you in against the sheets. "We'll make it fit."
Your skirt and shirt with your bra soon follow his pants and are lost to the shadows of your bedroom floor. Your eyes are drawn to his dick, you can't help it. He's big and thick you can already imagine the stretch, there's a vein on the underside that makes you wanna follow it with your tongue all the way to the top to catch the pre-cum already gathered there but he doesn't let you. Instead, he drags you to the edge of the bed and throws your legs over his shoulders. You almost want to argue that you hadn't showered, it's been a long day, and he doesn't have to do this but one look at the intense stare makes you swallow all of that down. You don't want to mention that you've never had anyone go down on you before. Your ex-boyfriend wasn't one to reciprocate.
There is no time to think about how miserable your sex life might have been. A bite to the inside of your thigh serves as a warning, both to stop thinking and not close your legs. In your defense, you didn't even realize you were doing it. His eyes are almost unnervingly focused on you before he dives in. He's always been a bit of a messy eater; the sounds he makes in the back of his throat are nothing short of animalistic. If you weren't shaking from his ministrations, you might think he's enjoying himself even more than you are.
He only moves a bit to lock eyes with you and tell you how sweet you are, juices dripping down his stubbled jaw. "Come on now, gotta make sure you're ready f'r me, doll." He alternates fucking you on his tongue and sucking on your clit, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs to keep them open for him. He's only barely controlling his strength so you know there will be bruises on your hips and thighs tomorrow but you can't bring yourself to care especially not this close to another orgasm. He can feel you twitching, getting closer and closer. There's a second of fear that he'll stop but he doesn't. Instead, he adds a finger and pushes on that one spot that made you see stars. That was all it took to wring the second orgasm of the night out of you.
Boneless, you let go of the sheets you were gripping. You only get a second of rest before he's repositioning you on the bed again; it would be infuriating if you could actually move properly.
He presses you into the mattress with his body, his scarred lips brushing next to your ear. "This will be a rough ride for you, don't say I didn't warn you." that's all you get before he bullies the ruddy head of his cock inside of you. You have half a mind to pull away but his weight keeps you in place, when he finally bottoms out there are tears in the corner of your eyes from the stretch, he only drops a few open-mouthed kisses to your shoulders before he rises to his knees and pulls your ass to him.
Everything after that is a blur, you're going crazy from the echo of the slapping of skin against skin, and your arms gave out on you midway so all you can do is scrunch the sheets in your hands and moan out his name like a prayer, to slow down? To go faster? You don't know. If he set out to make sure you can't think he achieved it. Your brain is fuzzy, your legs are shaking and a knot is unwinding in your lower stomach again. It's all too much and not enough at the same time. One of his hands finds your clit and it's over for you. "Come f'r me, doll. That's it." You can hear him hiss from the way you tighten around him as you come. He doubles down chasing his own orgasm now, balls slapping against your pussy even harder. There is a split second of clarity that he didn't use a condom (even though you are on a pill) but as soon as the thought registers he's filling you up with a groan before again squishing you underneath him, cock still lodged deep inside you, keeping his spend from leaking out. When you try to move from underneath him, he only chuckles before his hands find your tits and knead them, making you moan. It will be a long night for you. You've invited a ghost into your bed, and now you must deal with the consequences.
The picture you took with a large black shadow looming over you in the mirror, with a tattooed hand resting on your neck, might help you get rid of your ex who keeps creeping on your social media posts.
#cod x reader#cod mw2#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#tcif#tcif simon's ver#x reader insert#bunnie writes
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LOVER'S QUARREL
- fushiguro megumi x reader
âi can't do this anymore.â you and megumi are just too different; he's stoic, you're bubbly, he prefers solitude, you love being social. it starts with fights, words you don't mean, and ends with an event that would haunt him for a long time to come.
genre/warnings: angst, breaking up, post-breakup feelings, mentions and description of injury and blood, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end (you make up!)
note: dear god iâm finally getting this out of my drafts. loosely inspired by real life events iâve seen around my friendâs relationship sooo it might hurt a bit đ¤đť but who can say no to angst to eventual fluff? tagging @lees-chaotic-brain and @kasumitenbaz (as per request in the ask!), you two are always here for my megumi works, thank you!! :3 and thank you for dropping by for the event!
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Everyone pointed it out as a joke, that you liked him way more than he did you.
And you used to never let it ruffle you. To you, Megumiâs sternness and silence meant that he was comfortable with you. You never wanted him to change his ways just because now you were seeing each other.
But when you thought it over now, as you stood before him with an aghast expression and knives stabbing your kind, soft heart, you couldnât help but do a double-take.
You were the one who confessed first. Most of the time, you were the one who initiated dates. You always texted him first, asking about his day, and even when he brushed you off, you would keep being this ball of sunshine and wished him a good day.
You never realized it before⌠that through everything, it has always been you. Unfailingly.
So how dare he spout this now?
âI can't do this anymore.â
"You... can't?" you spat out, feeling the first tendrils of anger course through you. "What exactly it is that you can't do? What do you even mean?"
"Look," Megumi stared at you squarely, and you thought now, that it was the coldest of eyes, straight and true. "It's always been like this between us lately. It's only right that we end this."
This, he said. He didn't even want to define your relationship anymore.
You scoffed. "And why do you think we always end up this way? Have you ever considered, even once, that it's because you make no effort at all?"
"I'm trying," Megumi quickly replied, almost in a hiss, and you almost recoiled. "But I just see that we'll end up nowhere, that's why I'm bringing this up now."
Oh, that freaking hurts. You boyfriend had just told you that this relationship would go nowhere. Right in your face.
Your eyes stung with tears, yet you fought to hold them back, fixing your gaze on the lamp overhead and inhaling deeply.
"You're... selfish," you stated, filled with ire. "You're always walking around eggshells around me, never telling me what is it that you really wantâ"
Megumi's unclouded eyes fixed on your trembling form. "We just disagree on a lot of things. You know it and it bothers you. It bothers me too. Rather than forcing our relationship, I think it's betterâ"
"It's always me!" you yelled then, lips quivering and eyes watering, unable to hold your emotions back any longer. "All dates, lunchesâeverything!" you locked your eyes with him, in mocking disbelief. "How can you say you're trying when, in truth, I'm the one putting in so much for us?!"
In that very second, Megumi thought that he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be the cheerful one in this relationship, and when he agreed to go out with you, he made an unspoken commitment to himself that he would at least not make you miserable.
And yet...
"...I'm sorry."
Came his reply, and you were sure that this was it.
And to rub the salt in your wound, he added, "I can't lie to you and say I haven't thought this for a while too."
As tears welled within you, you wondered and questioned what you lacked that led to this. However, the overwhelming sense of betrayal consuming your thoughts ultimately prevailed over any other emotions.
Now he could've appeared before you as a stranger and you wouldn't bat an eye, as the cold steel in his tone said, "And if blaming me is what it takes to make you feel better, then so be it."
You couldn't pinpoint the source of your sudden boldness, but in the next hot minute, you marched past him, your shoulder harshly colliding with his in a deliberate, almost spiteful mannerâwhich, indeed, was your intentionâand then you ran.
Which led to the next scene: you found yourself bawling your eyes out in the girls' lavatory.
Yuji and Nobara saw everything unfolding right before their eyes. They hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but you and Megumi were literally breaking up right the middle of their shared classroom, and it was hard not to follow the discourse until the end.
"Are you okay?" Nobara had come to your side, ensuring privacy by locking the restroom door out of your consideration. You were a sobbing mess, attempting to wipe the overflowing tears away while letting out all your emotions.
"He's..." Your voice faltered amid sobs as you gazed at your steadfast friend, your throat clogging up. "He said... he's been wanting t-to... break up with m-me..."
"That's okay, that's okay..." Nobara brought you to her arms, patting your back in reassurance. "Fushiguro is insensitive like that... don't cry over him now. He's just a wimp, okay?"
"Why is it me?" you asked her, voice brittle, still shaking with tears. "I t-tried everything! Being the supportive girlfriend..."
"If he can't appreciate what you did, then the problem lies with him," your friend stated, traces of irritation brewing in her resolute gaze. And as she firmly grasped your wrist, her next words resonated. "Not you."
. . .
"Do you really have to break her heart like that?" Yuji fidgeted with his hoodie, staring at his best friend with a blend of confusion and sympathy.
Megumi sighed, finally ruffling his hair into a mess, as if expressing his own state of mind. âThis is for the best.â
Yujiâs eyebrows visibly creased. âHow is this âfor the bestâ? Sheâs miserable, and youâŚâ he assessed him, scanning him from head to toe, âit doesnât seem youâre faring any better too.â
âThe longer she is with me, the unhappier she will be.â Megumi glanced at the bathroomâs direction. âShe can deserve better.â
He was always too quiet, too boring, not able to match your energy too. He couldnât fault you for expecting more, whereas he was just not exactly built for your expectations.
Megumi really thought he wanted it to end. At one point, it even felt like a chore, butâŚ
How strange. Why did it feel like something was clawing at his chest?
Time heals. Megumi knew that by theory, but he really did see it firsthand when he saw you all giggling and happy again three weeks after he initiated the breakup.
With Hakari.
âYo, what are you glaring at?â Panda asked, but Megumi didnât pay him any mind.
An upperclassman, Hakari Kinji, was naturally cool and talented. He was laid back, knew how to have funâall in all, a total opposite of Fushiguro Megumi altogether.
Three weeks. Itâs only been three weeks since then.
âMegumi?â
Wait⌠Arenât three weeks too fast to get over your ex?
âMegumi!â
âHuh?â he turned to the sentient panda with a jerk. âOh, what is it?â
He looked at him with a concerned gaze. "Why do you look so scary? It's almost as if you're about to punch someone..."
But who was he to argue? He had no right to be upset now.
"Is it Kinji?" Panda gasped, finally putting two and two together when he followed his line of sight. "Oh Megumi... but youâ"
"Just shut up, please," he blurted then, a hint of annoyance in his tone. With that, Panda didn't pursue it further, leaving him with his thoughts.
From where he was at the field, he could clearly see your radiant smile for Hakari. It was clear that the two of you shared a degree of friendship, but Megumi never knew that you two were that close.
...huh?
Why did the sight irritate him so suddenly? Why did his chest twinge again?
What a fool. You're the one driving her away, you idiot.
Suddenly these memories popped up one by oneâ
Of you suddenly hugging him from behind in an attempt to surprise him.
How he pressed his lips on the crown of your head when you fall asleep on his shoulder.
How you would give him that dopey smile when he pulled you close.
But on harder days after missions gone wrong, heâd ignore you altogetherâ the slight disappointment in your smile then. How your expression fell when he told you to go. How you slumped and looked back in hopes of him changing his mind.
âHaaaah.â Megumi turned away, unwilling to keep watching you any longer. Why? Why hadnât it occurred to him before now?
Why did he long for you now? Why not before, when you were still his?
They were right. It seems people tend to desire what isn't meant for them.
What could have been more painfully awkward than being sent into a mission with your ex-boyfriend?
You would kill Gojo for this. Or at least give him the lowest possible score in his teaching evaluation for the year. How could he? Your breakup was an infamous public spectacle, so this setup was undoubtedly intentional!
You were losing your head over this, and yet your ex-boyfriend...
"Keep your guard up," Megumi reminded curtly, in a warning tone. He looked as vigilant and straight as always, as if he wasn't even bothered.
You threw him a dirty look, offended. "You don't have to tell me twice."
This just cranked up the discomfort to an excruciating level. The mix of unresolved tension and memoriesâokay, you might be an emo, but how were you supposed to be cool with all of these hanging in the air?
Your site of exorcism was an abandoned warehouse, and the cursed spirit in question was supposed to be a grade 3. You two were grade 2 sorcerers now, so you were a perfect fit to exorcise it. But there was indeed this unease in the air that you couldn't put your finger to.
"Isn't it awfully too quiet?" you unwittingly muttered, staring at the darkness of the wall. You couldn't feel any cursed energy belonging to any possible malevolent entity, and that was what unsettled you the most.
Megumi frowned at your line of sight. "It is. Stay close."
You blinked at what he said, and before you knew it, the familiar scent of him being near to you made your entire body burst with this equally familiar warmth. When you looked up to him, seeing the solid sharpness in that dark eyes of his and his jaw set, dead butterflies in your chest rose back to life again, against your heartbreak and better judgement.
Stay close, he said... So he is worried...
And in an attempt to hide how flustered you were, you looked down.
You walked a few good steps, when suddenly he asked, "So, are you with Hakari-senpai now?"
"Huh?" You spun around, your expression a mix of surprise and confusion.
"You two seem close."
Seem close? Seem close... wait, so Megumi had noticed...?
Suddenly, you felt incited and it made you angry. "That's none of your business," your voice carried a sharp edge, hissing. And you knew you were being a bit mean by adding, "You broke up with me, so why do you even care?"
In that moment, Megumi could've sworn his chest throbbed. Your cutting tone pierced directly into his heart, lodging itself there.
You had all rights to be annoyed, and he knew that. Why did that question even slip out of him?
"Nah, nevermind," he mumbled in response, looking away.
Awkwardness lingered afterwards. You hated this, but no, you weren't above being petty. He had broken your heart and it still stung even now. If your intentionally biting words did to him even a fraction of what he made you feel, then you would find a small sense of satisfaction in it.
But you weren't able to ponder about your mess of feelings further when Megumi abruptly yanked your arm, his voice soaking with urgency, "It's here!"
Sure enough, the grotesque cursed spirit with the shape of a giant bee broke through the walls with a bang. The two of you immediately readied your fighting stance. Megumi was ready with his divine dogs, while you with your cursed weapon.
For a while, you engaged the cursed spirit with all you had. You were trying to focus on the enemy, but you couldn't help but notice the way Megumi always looked at you every few seconds, checking for any signs of injury or harm.
Frankly speaking, he trusted your strength and knew that you were a capable sorcerer. You had been paired in a mission before and he knew both your potential and shortcomings. It was just there was something about this place that had his senses on high alert.
And his fears were proven true when you yelped and were flung onto the grimy floor. "Y/N!"
"I'm fine!" you shouted in a rush, scrambling to your feet. However, as you spun towards him, your scream tore through the hall as you caught sight of the bee lurking behind him. "Megumi!"
He got distracted. The bee quickly latched onto him and almost stung him, until he wrestled it off and summoned Nue and exorcised it.
You went to his side that instant. "Are you okay?!"
"I am." But then he winced and almost fell on his knees if you didn't have a secure grip on him. He savored your touch and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that now you two were safe.
"Megumi! Oh god!" Panic surged through you as you pulled him close. His side was bleeding, and you widened your eyes at the sight.
"I'm okay, I promise," he rasped, looking you in the eyes. "What aboâ"
Then you saw it, the flicker from deep from that corner of platform, and suddenly, you grasped the source of the unease that had been lingering within you all this time. It wasn't the bee Megumi had just exorcisedâ
At that moment, there was no room for thought, one thing was certain: you didn't want him to get hurt more.
He didn't manage to finish his sentence when suddenly you pushed him away with so much force he never thought you had. Everything crashed so suddenly, he didn't have the time to brace himself or grab you with him, as another cursed bee appeared out of nowhere andâ
Reality flashed before his eyes as he stared at you in sheer horror. At how the cursed spirit tore your body, sinking its hollow stinger in you.
You didn't really know what happened next. Everything was muffledâthe frantic movements around you turned into a blur, along with Megumi's yells. Otherworldly pain coursed through your entire being and your ears rang, then everything in your line of sight became distorted and faded, along with your consciousness. Next and the last thing you knew was Megumi's battered face, a final imprint before you succumbed to the void.
Megumi had exorcised the remaining cursed spirit and staggered to his feetâfalling a few times, but he made his way towards you through gritted teeth. You are hurt. He forced himself to get to you and pull you into his arms.
And suddenly, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore as overwhelming terror consumed him upon seeing you. Blood streamed from your abdomen so much that it made a continuous pool.
"You stupidâ!" He choked out, voice hitching. You were no longer conscious and it devastated him even more. "Hey, hey? Wake upâhellsâ"
You, who did everything you could to save your relationship. You, who cried tears for him when he blatantly broke your heart. And you, who put himself firstâand now facing the consequences.
It crashed upon him in that very second, the clarity. What was he thinking back then? He still loves you.
"If you die on me, I won't forgive you."
Megumi scooped you in his arms, pressing you close to his chest, the blood seeping from his wound be damned as he looked at your serene face. His heart shattered in the worst way possible and he almost wheezed at the sticky sensation of your bloodâand how lifeless you felt in his graspâbut he willed it away.
"Don't," his broken rasp echoed the walls as he took each step to get both of you out of this hellhole. He winced and hissed at his own injury, chewing his lip in frustration, at how helpless he was.
"Don't leave me."
It was like a distant, hazy memory.
Was it a memory though? No. It seemed far too real for that.
The throbbing headache pounding through your skull and shivers that wracked your body pulled you back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on your abdomen and any movement sent sharp pain shooting through you.
You gradually opened your eyes, squinting against the brightness. You were in a hospital gown, an IV was injected on your arm, and the sterile scent made your stomach twist, as nausea creeping through your guts. Your vision was still blurry as you tried to look around to find someone who waited for you. As you slowly turned your head to the side, you saw him, sitting in the chair right next your bed.
Megumi was sleeping in such uncomfortable position, his head resting on the edge of your bed. He appeared peaceful, almost childlike, devoid of his usual stoic demeanor.
Your heartstrings were tugged at this rare sight. He also sustained injuries and yet... he was waiting for you to wake up, here.
Your chest swelled with warmth, which was quickly followed by a sting of heartbreak. Still, you two broke up...
You jolted, and the inadvertent movement sent a wave of pain that seemed to paralyze your nerves, causing you to whimper. The noise woke Megumi from his slumber, as he shot his eyes open in alarm, catching your hand in his.
"Hey... Are you okay?" Megumi worriedly looked down at you with a visible frown, and the grimace of pain on your face, accompanied by trembling lips, was enough of an answer. He hastily scrambled out in slight panic, "I'll get Ieiri-san."
When Shoko came and got you the painkillers, your pain receded somewhat. Through it all, Megumi stood there, casting concerned glances in your way.
"Bedrest for the week," Shoko stated firmly, assessing your wound with a no-nonsense expression. "Your injury isn't minorâit's serious enough that you're strongly advised against excessive movement."
You could only nod in response. Megumi bowed. "Thank you, Ieiri-san." Once the doctor departed, silence settled over the room once more.
âWhy did you do that?â he quietly asked then, referring to what you did for him. And when you turned to him, you saw it clearly.
He looked pale, and there was this haunted look in his eyes. It broke your heart a little.
"You were hurt." Your voice came out dry, and you realized firsthand just how parched you were. Seeing Megumi looking down never quite sat right with you. He was meant to be an unwavering presence, someone strong enough to sway your convictions.
However, a pang struck when he countered with stern eyes, "You didn't have to do that."
...he was right. You didn't have to. What he didn't know was that you were still holding on these stupid feelings, which drove you to shield him. It made you ponder: if your roles were reversed, would he not step in to protect you at all?
"Why are you here?" You weren't sure if the bitterness in your tone was evident, but you continued anyway. "You don't have to be here either."
"Don't have to?" His gaze bore disbelief, as if not believing your words. "I'mâ"
"If it's because I saved you, Megumiâ"
âDo not even think, even for a moment, that I wonât be concerned over you.â His voice, deep and hoarse, struck you to the core, silencing your words. âNever. I always, always want you to be safe.â
Your mind became a blank slate. Suddenly, all that mattered was his voice.
"Don't you realize how terrifying it was? Seeing you like that?" Megumi spat, his green eyes shining with intensity, teeth gritted and fists clenched. "How could you even think that I wouldn't be hereâ" his breath hitched, and then his lips trembled slightly, "âfor you?"
You blinked quickly, a feeling stirred within youâstemming from that cursed, fragile heart of yours to be exact, evident from the rapid thumping in your chest.
You dumbly uttered, "But we areâ"
"Oh, Goddamnit." Megumi cursed, and honestly you were taken aback. It wasn't really in him to swear, so this really bugged him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and despite the situation, your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even a mess in a hospital gown, your ex-boyfriend was still undeniably attractive.
He stared at you squarely in the eye, unflinching, steadfast and true, the very image of Fushiguro Megumi you admired from afar and fell in love with in the first place half a year ago. "You don't have to... say anything, if you don't want to. Right now... just hear me out."
And the things he said next... all of them, you could say, caught you entirely off guard.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not trying hard enough, andâdamn it, for making you sad. I never, ever wanted to see you that upset."
Megumi drew in a sharp breath, averting his gaze. "And for days, I've wondered if you and Hakari-senpai are now a thing... and you know what? I hate it so much. I know I have no grounds to feel this way, after what I did, but..."
And like a train wreck, his final words hit you hard. Tears welled up in your eyes in immediate response.
âI'm a loser, and a coward too, maybe,â he shrugged, a tinge of self-deprecation in his tone. âAnd I suck at telling people my feelings, but I love you. I still do.â
A sob slipped out of your throat and you hastily pulled the blanket over your face, much to his surprise. He thought he had worsened things, with the way you were turning away from him.
But then, from beneath the blanket, in a croaky voice, you proclaimed, "Fushiguro Megumi, you're a complete and utter idiot."
And Megumi didn't know that he had been holding back his breath as he chuckled heartily, relieved that you would still take his ass back after this prolonged mess. He knew he still had a lot to make up for and was determined to show it through his actions.
"Maybe I am, yeah."
"That's possibly the longest shit you have ever spouted in one breath."
"Yeah..."
But he got his chance back, and he knew that you would be alright. Both of you are.
On one sunny day...
"Hey, are you alone?"
Megumi glanced up from his phone, only to be met with a random girl standing in front of him, batting her eyelashes with an ambiguous intent. He blinked at her curiously.
"No. Can I help you?"
The girl twirled her hair suggestively. "Ah, you see... I see you all in your lonesome and I think you're quite cuteâ"
The hell? Megumi frowned, and he was really about to give this bimbo a piece of his mind whenâ
Oh, oh. Forget that. Megumi's attention snapped to you on the opposite side of the crossroad. All pretty and dolled up with that crop tee and miniskirt he once mentioned would look great on you by a slip of tongueâthat accidental comment earned him your teasing quips for weeks already.
"Sorry, I'm here for my girlfriend. Bye."
Abruptly dismissing the girl, he didn't catch how comically offended she was for being turned down in a span of 20 seconds. He took big strides towards you, as you crossed the street, and you immediately beamed when you caught the sight of his face.
"Megumi!"
Ah, this is going to be a good day, he thought. As he gazed at your pretty face, and caught your hand in his, clasping it tightly, reveling in your scent and the warmth of your presence beside himâ
He was content, and once again it dawned on him, that he likes you so, so damn much.
"Let's get started on our date, shall we?"
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new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well⌠unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)
You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. Itâs the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior.Â
And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, heâs certainly convinced.
Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didnât mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.
Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.
Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch youâre seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows youâre browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how heâs slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself.Â
He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.
The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if thereâs any.Â
Thereâs nothing worth noting, and he doesnât know if that should assure or bother him.
âAre we⌠alright?â he drawled.
What the fuck. He did not just sound like that.Â
He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its ownerâs permission over anything (highly specific because heâs a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.
Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rinâs mind, you turn to him, âHmm? Yeah? Whyâd you ask?â
âNothing,â he grumbled. Itâs enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were coolâ doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks youâre mad plainly because he hadnât heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.
âOkay, Rin.â
Thatâs it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.
âAre you mad at me?âÂ
âWhy would you think that?â you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriendâs question. Youâre literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watchâ how is that any indication of being mad at him?
âJust answer the question,â he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.
You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didnât appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so donât you think itâs hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (Youâre not, but he just doesnât know that.)
âIâm not mad at you, Rin.â
âYou so are!âÂ
âI am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!â you countered, voice hinted with irritation, âWhat is your problem, Rin?â
There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. âSee? Youâre calling me Rin!â he blurted.
âWell, maybe because itâs your name?!â
âNot to you, itâs not!â
A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting.Â
Yet, in Rinâs true fashion, heâll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, heâll say something along the snarky lines of, âStop smiling like that.â
âDid my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought weâre on a fight because I hadnât call him baby?â you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.
With a feigned exasperation, he comments, âI forgot how annoying you are.âÂ
âAnd I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,â you countered.
âIâm not childish.â
âYou donât mind me calling you Rin then?â
Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.
âBut I donât see why you need toâŚâ Maybe he could be a bit childish.
âI thought you didnât like it,â you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. âThe pet names, I mean,â you clarified, sensing the confused look heâs probably giving you behind.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, thatâs so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind.Â
âWhat? You call me by my name!â you defensively pointed out.
âDoesnât mean I donât like your nicknames of me,â he mumbled, the words barely audible.
The pet namesâ they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit.Â
They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymoreâ just your friend.
He was now something more, something special.
A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. âBesides⌠I love your name,â he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.
Itâs tenderâ no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way heâs used his words for.Â
Maybe itâs a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then itâs you.Â
It was your nameâ a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim.Â
You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.
Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, âI love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?â
âWhatever you decide.â Heâs yours, either way.
note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.
#âď¸ my ode to you#i have more drabbles like this i am fucking insane about him#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi rin#itoshi rin fluff#itoshi rin x y/n#blue lock x reader#blue lock imagines#blue lock fluff#bllk x reader#bllk imagines#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi
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đđđşđşđŽđżđ | based on a request from the lovely @ultraintrovertedgryffindor ; getting stuck in an elevator with his best friend (and secret crush) was absolutely not on eddie's morning agenda, but it leads to one of his most wild fantasies coming to life.
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đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ | SMUT (18+ only!! semi-public sex, oral m receiving, kinda pervy eddie but also slightly pervy reader with a balls fixation gee I wonder where that idea came from), best friends to lovers (but very very limited plot haha), pretty much exactly what it says on the tin y'all not sure what to say
Eddie laughed as he pressed his hands to the elevator doors, but it wasn't a laugh of amusementâ it was exasperation, frustration, an is this really happening? laugh.
"Soonest we can get a crew out there is uhh... noon?" the voice on the emergency phone informed you.
"Noon?!" you yelped. "It's not even half past eight!"
"What did I tell ya?" Eddie recalled, hanging his head in defeat for a second. "Nothing good happens before ten."
"Just try to stay calm and we'll be there when we can," the operator suggested, like it was so simple.
You didn't even reply to that, just scoffed and hung up.
It wasn't like he'd been looking forward to his GED exam, in fact he'd almost been hoping for a way to put it off or get out of it... but this was definitely not what he was imagining. Of all the elevators to get stuck in, this generic government building where he was supposed to have his big test proctored was probably the most boring option.
He glanced over at you, and stopped himself from making a dirty joke: you heard that Aerosmith single, right? Love In An Elevator?
That probably wouldn't have gone over well. He used to say stuff like that when you were both a little younger, but he'd since given up hope of it ever actually... inspiring anything. You two were probably better off as friends anyways; or, thatâs what he told himself to make it sting a little less.
âLooks like weâll be stuck in here for a whileâŚâ he mumbled instead. âDid they say what the issue is?â
âSome kind of power failure?â you recalled with a shrug. âItâs gonna take a while to fix, thatâs the important thing. Do you think theyâll call the fire department?â
âWho knows,â Eddie sighed, leaning against the wall as you sank onto the floor and dropped your head back against the wall. âI guess we should just try to get comfortable.â
Which was easier said than done, but at least he was stuck here with youâ you were generally pretty fun to talk to. Of course, you werenât exactly in your best mood due to the circumstancesâŚ
At 8:32, Eddie checked his watch. âIâm officially late for my exam,â he noticed.
At 9, you checked your own; âAnd Iâm officially late for work. We'll see if I even still have a job when we get out of here," you groaned. "I was on pretty thin ice already."
By 9:14, the stuffiness of the elevator was becoming harder to ignore. Eddie slipped off his jacket and vest in response to the heat, but resisted the urge to take off his Ozzy shirt. You'd seen him shirtless before, of course, but he figured out would be weirder without the right context.
"Fuck, it's hot in here," you whined quietly.
"I guess the power issue affects the A/C, huh," Eddie noticed.
"You think?" you scoffed, reaching up to unbutton the top of your shirt.
For some reason, he kinda liked when you were condescending like that; of course he loved it when you were sweet like usual, but when you got frustrated and sarcastic and looked at him like he was crazy... for whatever reason, it worked for him. And it was definitely working like never before when combined with your hasty efforts to open your shirt.
He expected you to stop after a couple buttons, but you just kept going, exposing more and more of your chest glistening with sweat. His eyes were glued to it, until you got low enough for him to see a glimpse of your bra, and he coughed as he turned his head quickly.
"Woah, hey, uh--" he stammered out awkwardly.
"Oh whatever, you've seen me in a bikini, it's the same thing," you rolled your eyes.
But it's not the same thing, because you were stripping, untucking the button-up from your tight skirt, fanning your flushed skin...
And he was tugging the crotch of his jeans down a bit when you weren't looking, trying to keep his oncoming boner from being too obvious.Â
Leaving your shirt open, you sighed and sat down on the floor, splaying your legs out on the ground. He could see how uncomfortable you were, and it made him press his lips together while he sighed through his nose. Though he was a little afraid you werenât in the mood for any friendly behavior as your frustration and stir-craziness increased, he walked across the elevator and sat down next to you. âI was probably gonna flunk the test,â he decided.
âWhat? No you werenât,â you scoffed. âYou studied so hard! Iâm really proud of you, you know.â
âJust âcause weâre stuck in here doesnât mean you should get all sappy with meââ he started.
âNoâ âcause weâre stuck in here Iâm not gonna put up with you trying to be down on yourself,â you decided sternly with a little glare at him. âYou were gonna fucking ace it, I know you were. You worked your ass off. I know you wanted to act like you didnât care, but you actually got your shit together and did it.â
âYou⌠you helped me a lot,â he mumbled sheepishly.
âPlease, I hardly did anythingâ mostly just kept you from getting too distracted,â you denied, blissfully unaware that he actually found you more distracting sometimes, but never minded it. âCan you stop being a pussy and just admit youâre actually smart, and dedicated, and more than capable of nailing this?â
He blinked quickly and looked down into his lap, feeling his face warm upâ not just from the heat. How could you be so mean and nice at the same time? Â
âAnd now itâs gonna go to waste, âcause of this godforsaken elevator,â you sighed, dropping your head back; a pessimistic end to a pep talk, but he couldnât blame you.
"Think of it this way: it couldn't get any worse!" Eddie offered with a faux-upbeat tone.
Right then, the lights in the elevator flickered and turned off, plunging you both into darkness. "I fucking hate you," you announced after a short silence.
He heard a whirring sound from somewhere else in the shaft, and a dimmer orange lighting came on inside the elevator; some kind of emergency back-up generator thing, probably. It was enough to see decently well, especially as his eyes started to adjust, but still made it feel like you were both in an even more perilous situation.
âI didnât sleep enough last night,â you admitted, âI might try to catch up on that. Maybe if I can sleep this will go by fasterâŚâ
âI like that plan,â he decided, even though he was pretty sure he wouldnât be able to do the same. Eddie had a hard time keeping still and quiet, but he managed to do it so you could get your rest.
He suspected you had fallen asleep when your breathing seemed to slow down a bitâ but he knew you had when you limply slumped to the side, your head gently landing on his shoulder. This happened every once in a while, a sign of how comfortable you were with him. He supposed he should be thankful for it, but sometimes it just made him furious. Because what cruel punishment was this, to have you lay on him like this when he can't put his arm around you and kiss your head and tell you how perfect you are?
The half-boner heâd wound up with earlier when you unbuttoned your shirt had never really gone away, and it noticed your proximity with renewed interest. Maybe it was just because he was so bored with literally nothing to do but think about you, but his mind kept coming up with all these fucked up ideas based on the eyeful heâd gotten. Â
What if youâd taken off your bra as well and let him see the tits heâd been fantasizing about for longer than he cared to admit? What if this had happened in winter instead and the elevator was brutally cold and you two had to hold your naked bodies together for warmth? What if that guy on the phone said this thing was airtight and two only had an hour to live and you decided you wanted to go out with a bang, literally? Â
He wondered if heâd be brave enough to tell you how he felt about you, if either or both of you only had an hour left. For better or for worse, this elevator shaft had airflow, so you were more likely to die of boredom than anything.
He shifted slightly, stuck in a somewhat awkward position, but it didn't help muchâ though thankfully it didn't wake you up, either. He just wished he could get some relief, somehow.
Obviously, he knew it was a bad idea. But the thing about his dick is it usually talked him into some pretty bad ideasâŚ
He tested the waters with a whisper of your name, but you just kept breathing slowlyâ you were out cold. Maybe you were even more nervous for him than you'd let on, if you were that underslept.
Reaching up with his free hand, all he had to do was grip himself through his jeans to get some relief; he sighed through his nose, shutting his eyes.
His cock flexed impatiently as he unzipped the jeans as slowly as possible to avoid making too much sound. But god was it worth the waitâ as soon as he slipped his hand into his boxers he had to bite his lip, it was so good just to get some attention for his poor, lonely dick.
This was far from the first time Eddie had jerked off to the thought of you. But he was sure he'd never done it while you were this close.
He did it once or twice in your bathroom while you were on the other side of the wall, that was probably the closest he'd come to this before. And that was chump change compared to this-- this was so risky it made his heart race and his hands shake with adrenaline, but it only made him more desperate for whatever reason.
He wouldn't have swiped his thumb through the precum at his slit if he had known how good it would feelâ or maybe if he'd known how good it would feel, he would've been able to prepare himself for it. But the anxiety of getting caught had made him even more sensitive, so he hadn't really seen it coming, and when he did it he let out a little moan through his teeth that he couldn't stop.
You stirred again and he froze; when you lifted your head off of his shoulder, he hastily shoved himself back into his jeans, trying to cover up the open fly with the bottom of his shirt.
âWere you⌠jerking off?â you realized, and he felt sick with fear as his heart raced like never before.
âW-what?â he scoffed incredulously. âIâ are you crazy?â
âEd,â you warned firmly.
âSorry,â he mumbled, âIâ sorryââ
âAre you that bored?â you mocked with a snort, and he felt even more flushed; it made his cock flex under the mediocre covering of his shirt when you degraded him like that.
âN-noâ well, yeah, I justâ you put your head on me and Iââ
âIt was because of me?â you realized, and his mouth fell open. He hadnât realized that you hadnât actually put that together yet; of course heâd ended up just digging himself deeper.
âW-well, uhâ I mean, no, no Iâ well. Kind of?â
âKind of, as inâŚâ
âCompletely,â he blurted out.
You were quiet for a long time, and he couldnât see your face well enough to even try to guess what you were thinking. Although you probably couldâve given him a thousand guesses and he never wouldâve guessed what you ended up saying: âYou want some help with that?â you offered.
But before he could even answerâ not that he really could, he was too busy having a short circuit in his brainâ you were reaching for his lap. And even if his mind was blown, his body knew to just lift his hands up and out of the way and let you do whatever you wanted to him.
You pulled up the bottom of his shirt and sighed a little when you saw his cock, still hard and leaking and curled up against his stomach. You carefully wrapped your hand around it, and he swallowed thickly, wondering if he was dreaming or somethingâ you were so⌠soft.
âLike this?â you asked gently, making his hips twitch up into your hand for a second.
âY-yeah,â he nodded, eyes glued to the way your hand looked wrapped around him. If only the lights werenât out, he wanted to see it even better.
He looked at your face, moving your hair a little to make sure he could see you, but from what he could tell your eyes were trained on his lap.
âFuuuck,â he whispered when you stroked him a bit more confidently. He wanted to shut his eyes from how good it felt, but he didnât want to look away from a moment of this in case you, you know, came to your senses and stopped.
âSâreally thick,â you said, under your breath, a little bit shyly. He groaned and ran his hand over your back, trying not to do too much in case it startled you but also totally helpless to how badly he needed you. âI wonder if I canâŚâ
You trailed off, and before he could decide if he should ask what you were going to say, youÂ
As soon as you leaned down and put your mouth around him, his back arched and his legs kicked a bit. âFuck, baby,â he choked out, melting into the warm feeling of your lips, your tongueâ god, he couldnât believe you were doing this to him. He actually had to fight the urge to tell you so, to admit how much heâd imagined this; he settled for whining out your name and running a hand over your hair encouragingly. âSâfucking warm, oh my godââ
You hummed around him, sucking a bit harder, swirling your tongue around the tip; who the fuck taught you that? It made his chest burn with some targetless jealousy even while it made his cock flex proudly.Â
Your hand still gripping the base, you took him a little bit deeper, moaning a little bit once again while you did it. No way you actually enjoyed this, right?
You pulled your head up a bitâ he took his hand away quickly, not trying to hold you down or anythingâ and just when he wondered if you might stop, you dropped down lower so you could run your tongue up from the very bottom all the way to his leaking slitâ
âJesus,â he laughed thinly, âwhat are you doing to me, baby?â
âWhatever I wanna do,â you repliedâ if he was a little braver, he wouldâve asked what made you want this, how long you wanted thisâ but he was more than content to let you do whatever you wanted, so far you had some pretty fucking good ideas.
Your head sank even a little bit lower, and he pushed his jeans down just a bit in case they were getting in your way. Boy, was he glad he did. âFuck,â he gasped, watching in shock as you looked up at him while your tongue ran over his balls. âSorry, theyâre, uh, kinda sweatyâŚâ
âEven better,â you purred; what the fuck were you doing acting so dirty like that?
âBaby,â he laughed thinly, âis this some kind of claustrophobia-induced psychosis or something? Who are you and what have you done with my prude best friend?â
âPrude? Thatâs unfair,â you laughed. âJust âcause I donât advertise every dirty thought that goes through my mind doesnât mean Iâm not as much of a freak as youâŚâ
âFreak is an understatement,â he sighed, struggling to keep his voice even when he was literally watching you lick all over his balls like this. âYouâre a proper fucking slut.â
You hummed proudly, eyes getting a little heavierâ when you looked up at him like that, he was totally helpless. âItâs slutty to wanna taste your best friendâs balls?â
âF-fuck, of course it is,â he whined, cock flexing in your hand again when you licked a stripe up between then.
âWell then yeah, guess Iâm a slut,â you agreed.Â
âG-god, Iâ Iâm gonnaââ he tried to warn you, but it happened so fastâ it happened the second you started to gently suck on his balls, in fact. What was he supposed to do when you did that?! How could he not shoot cum all over his now-definitely-ruined shirt?
âOh shit,â you giggledâ his cock was still flexing and you were already mocking him.
âWhatâ what the fuck,â he began, trying to catch his breath, âmade you wanna do that?â
But you were already straddling his lap, pulling up your skirt to your waist.
âF-fuck, baby, Iâ are you seriouslyâ?â
He cut himself off and whimpered when he got a good look at your panties, the cute lacy kindâ and pretty fucking soaked already.
âI-I donât have a condom,â he warned you, cursing himself inside for finally throwing out the one in his wallet thinking he would never end up needing it.
âDonât care,â you sighed, pulling your panties aside and guiding his tip right up to your entrance.
âFuck, thatâsââ
He was gonna say it was insanely hot, but you hardly noticed; you were already sliding down onto him, taking him in one motion right to the base.
âOh fuck!â he nearly shouted, gripping hard onto your thighs. âF-fuck, youâre so tight, fuckâŚâ
You started moving right away, grinding on top of him for a second before lifting your hips and bouncing up and down. âFuck,â you sighed, âso deepâŚâ
Was it wrong that he loved the way you were basically just using him? You hadnât even let him finish his sentence, you didnât ask if he could handle it right after comingâ you just started riding him, and far be it from him to complain about that.
âTake this off,â he pleaded, tugging at your unbuttoned shirt and trying to push it off your shoulders.
You helped him get it off, and before youâd even tossed it off to the side he was reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. The gods of bra clasps smiled down upon him that day, because he was sure heâd never gotten one open so quickly, and if there was any time he really needed it, it was now.
âFuck,â he groaned when he got a good look at themâ not good enough in this dim orange lighting, but it would doâ and instantly got a hold of your chest. You didnât seem to mind the clammy hands, considering the way you whimpered a little and clenched inside around him. âGod, baby, your titsâŚâ
As much as heâd been waiting ages for a chance to see you naked, he couldnât deny you looked way too good with the skirt, stockings, and heels still on. He could already tell this was going to give him a complex.
He ran a hand up your leg as you moved just to feel the silky nylon; god, he hoped you didnât get fired for the unexplained extreme lateness, if not just for your sake then so that you would keep dressing like this every day. âSo pretty,â he sighed, wondering if you could see in the dark how totally in awe he was of you.
âOh my god,â you gasped, in that way heâd always imagined you would in a time like this. Your head fell back and he couldnât help but reach up and grab your neckâ not applying much pressure, just holding you there, just admiring how goddamn perfect his hand looked wrapped around you. Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy,â Eddie sighed, âfuck, look at you go.â
You smiled a little, he could see it even with your head tilted back like that, and it was just amazing seeing you so⌠free? So relaxed and totally shameless, giving in to your pleasure. But it wasnât enough: he wanted to see you lose all your composure, he wanted to hear you scream his name, he wanted to make you shake and cry and begâ that was why he grabbed a tight hold of your hips and pulled you down onto him, bucking his hips up to meet you halfway. It forced his cock even deeper and you yelped a little.
âNot too big for you, is it?â he taunted.
âNo, fuck, sâperfect,â you moaned, your voice deep and rough and so fucking beautiful like this. âFuckinâ perfect, Ed, o-oh godââ
âKeep saying my name,â he ordered.
âEddie,â you said, again, but this time all needy and cute; it just made him fuck you harder, biting down on his lip to muffle some of his own noisesâ he just wanted to hear you. He pulled you down and hugged you close, keeping you still so he could fuck up into you exactly how he wanted; you moaned right by his ear, fuck it was too precious. Â
âIâm already close again,â he admitted with a thin laugh. âFuck, look what you do to me.â
You whined louder, clenching on his cockâ he seriously did not know how much more of this he could take.
âWanted you so bad,â he blurted out, unable to stop himself, âwanted this for so long. Wanted to fuck youâ I wanna make you come, fuck, please, please come.â
He felt you nod against his shoulder as you gasped, and he shut his eyes tight, just focusing on his movements and trying his best not to speed up too much just to chase his own high. He needed you to come more than he needed his own pleasure, even if everything in his body was screaming for a chance to come inside you. âSo close,â you panted, âfuck, Eddie, donât stopâ please donât stopâ yes!â
The lights turning back on suddenly startled you both, making him freeze and look around (and squint a little from the brightness), but that was nothing compared to the shock of the doors opening. Behind them was mostly just concrete, the space between floors, but up top was about two feet of the eighth level, where a crew of firefighters could be seen peering in.
âAre they alright?â someone from the building asked as Eddie scrambled to grab his jacket from the corner and cover you up with it.
âYeah, looks like theyâre doing just fine,â one of the men announced as they broke out in surprised laughter.
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Getoâs tired of listening to you fail to get yourself off. It's another late night of your touching yourself but seemingly unable to bring yourself to an orgasm. He doesnât think he can go another night listening to the frustrated sighs probably because your fingers donât reach the spot youâre desperately craving them to touch. If you need help why donât you just ask. Heâs more than willing to give you what you need.Â
He sat leaning against the wall listening to your whimpers. His hand moves in slow motions pumping himself to your voice.Â
âJust let go baby itâs so easyâ he whispers eyes closed listening to your harsh sighs.
His hand squeezes the base of his cock while his head lulls back. He knows you need him. He can have you cumming in seconds. His mind is running a mile per minute with thoughts of how pretty you probably look with your legs spread stretching yourself out with your fingers. His thoughts run rampant but they are cut short by a frustrated groan coming through the walls. Something takes over Geto because before he realizes his actions his knuckles knock softly against the wall. He hears you shuffling before you whisper softly.
âYes?â
âDo you⌠need help?â heâs not sure what has possessed him. This can go one of two ways and heâs praying it goes how he's imagining it.Â
Youâre silent for a minutes presumably contemplating his question. The silence feels like it's clawing at his brain. He almost wants to take back what he said but itâs far too late for that.Â
âI-â heâs cut off by your voice
âYesâ you whimper.
Getoâs heart feels like it might jump out of his chest. Did he hear that right? He scrambles to his feet realizing that he now has to act on his words. His feet carry him to your room and it feels like he might be floating. When he opens the door there you are spread out just as he imagined with a pout on your face.Â
âPlease helpâ you whimper.Â
Geto is by your side within seconds eyeing the way slick drools down your cunt. âFuck you look so goodâ he breathes.Â
He moves your hand gently and replaces it with his own. His fingers feel so much better than your own. He reaches spots you can only dream of reaching.Â
Getoâs eyes watch the way you arch into him feeling the way his fingers glide against your walls. A small smirk appears on his face as he watches you close your eyes feeling pure bliss.Â
âYeah? Does that feel good princess?â his voice is soft whispering the sweet words to you.Â
You nod your head too focused on chasing after your orgasm to reply with words.Â
âLook at you. You needed me didnât you? Look at how your falling apart for my fingers. Wait until you get my cock baby.â He leans into you pressing kisses against your neck. His arm holds your body close to his while his fingers massage your core send sparks of pleasure through your body.Â
âCome for me pretty, Let me see you make a messâ he groans in your ear.Â
You body jolts from the orgasm. Your hands grip onto Geto shaking from the orgasm you were chasing.Â
âThatâs it, just like that, so good for meâ he kisses your shaking form.Â
You don't have enough time to come down from your before Geto is flipping you over and push you down into an arch.Â
âLet me get a taste before I fuck you to sleep princessâ
His hands spread your ass cheeks so he can see your slick cover cunt. His tongue glides between your folds. He licks and flicks your clit while his hand massages the fat of your ass.Â
âTaste so good babyâ he breathesÂ
His groans sound heavenly as he licks between your folds as i youâre his favorite meal. Heâs in a land of pure bliss tasting you. He hums as his tongue dips in and out of your hole messily eating you. Geto has never felt himself losing control in this way. Thereâs something about you. Something that possesses him. He wants you, needs you in the most lewd way. Thoughts of you cumming on his cock plague his mind. His heart is beating in his chest harder than ever. This doesnât even feel real. To have you in this way spread out with your ass in the air all for him has his cock achingly hard.Â
âYou ready for me Princess?â he groans pulling back taking a deep breath. Your slick pools down his chin.Â
You nod your head desperately while your hand grip the sheet eager to feel him at your entrance. Geto places the tip of his cock at your entrance treasuring the way you whine for him to put it in. He loves how desperate you are for him. He lovees that you crave him the same way he crave you.Â
âIâm gonna take my time with thisâ he whispers.Â
His hand massages your hip as he inches his cock deep into you. Heâs big and no amount of finger could have prepared you for him. You burn with pleasure feeling his cock stretch you out.Â
ââ S-so bigâ you whine.
Once he bottoms out he holds that position. He bites his lip while his fingers hold onto your hips.
âFuck- you donât understand how long Iâve wanted to do thisâ he lets out a heavy sigh as he closes his eyes. His pace start off slow. He wants you to feel every inch of his sliding inside of you.Â
âYouâre taking me so well babyâ his voice soothes you as he fucks you. His thrusts are slow and long.
You look so pretty like this. Your back is arched, hands stretched outward taking all that he has to give you. Getoâs soaking in the moment. His heart feels like it might burst out of his chest. He finally has you and heâs taking advantage of every second. Your moans bounce off the walls echoing through the room. Your so loud taking his cock no wonder he could hear you through the walls fucking yourself.Â
âThis is what you needed isnât itâ he groans âYou needed me, needed my cock. Itâs okay Iâm here now princess. All you have to worry about now is making a mess on my cock.âHis thrust are filled with passion.  Â
His hands part your ass cheeks so he can get a view how how your cunt swallows his cock.Â
âLook at how much this pussy loves meâ he moans eyes low staring at where the two of you connect.      Â
He throws his head back groaning at the way you clench around him.Â
âFuck its so tight and warmâ he canât control himself.Â
His picks up speed thrusting into you wildly chasing after an orgasm.Â
âI need you so bad, Please fuck- please cum for meâ heâs never known himself to lose control like this.Â
His moans turn into whimpers as he continues fucking into you softly holding you. He can feel youâre close. Your face presses into the pillow muffling your moans.Â
âCome on baby, Let me hear those pretty moans, don't hide them from meâhis thrust are constant.Â
He leans down to press kisses up your spine to your shoulder. His thrust are slow but they leave yo0u shaking on the brink of your orgasm.Â
âCum for me princess, I know how bad you need itâ His voice is like silk whispering the words to you.Â
His words send you over the edge. You completely lose yourself cumming around his cock.Â
âThatâs it, you're so good for meâ he chuckles with a shaky voice.Â
His thrust do not stop. He lets out a deep sigh before sitting up to fuck you faster. Your hand moves to push against his hips whining about how itâs too much. He chuckles and intertwines his fingers into yours.Â
âToo much? Weâre just getting started princessâ a sly smirk grows across his face.
âI told you I was going to take my time. Letâs see how many times I can get you to cum tonightâ
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Anon is banished to the timeout corner to ponder on their grievances
That trope of roommates reader x poly 141âŚ
Imagine you are Desperate with a capital D. Things arenât lookinh bright for you, broke and stressed college student, right now in general, you need a new place quickly, and as it happens, you see an all-too-good offer while apartment searching on Craigslist. Rent is within your budget and god, the place looks really good, butâŚ
Youâll have to share with four men. Four polyamorous men apparently, but still- men. More than one. That alone shouldâve made you give up on it, not even think about considering it. Itâs dangerous, incredibly so. No one within their right mind would agree to it, especially when you read that they are asking for someone who is willing to take up a good bulk of taking care of the place while they travel.
Itâs clearly a scam. A front to a dangerous group.
But the apartment is even better when you actually, stupidly, agree to it. The (military, you learn soon enough) men so very handsome, helping you move in your stuff- the way Price commanded them actually made your knees tremble just a little, but you are not about to get between anyoneâs relationship(s).
Moreover; you really like them. Soap is funny but heâs also the one who tries to stay up with you during your late exam studies. Keyword tries because he falls asleep anyways, head lolling on your shoulder only to end up getting carried by Ghost later.
Gaz is also funny, and he often forces you to go out when you hole up yourself for long lengths of time, get some fresh air on a walk that almost always leads to him treating you to coffee and sandwiches in the little corner bakery. Also the only one to share your love for horror movies so heâs your designated partner for whenever you wanna go to the cinemas.
Ghost and Price are your unofficial guard dogs. Grocery shopping? One or both of them tags along, carrying everything without letting you touch a single thing-
âWhat kind of man would let a lady carry groceries? Iâm not weak, sweetheart. Let go of that bag, just see what else weâll need.â
Ghost just stares straight down at you; no balaclava, but a black surgical mask and his hood drawn up. âDonât even think about it.â
-and they are both bulky. They donât even have to try to appear intimidating, everyone almost subconsciously makes way for them. Never in your entire life have you had easier shopping trips. And youâve lost count of the amount of times youâve stirred awake to find yourself carried to your bed after accidentally falling asleep on the couch.
They were not lying about the lengths of time they are gone, and you understand why they had put in that ad that landed you here in the first place. Once, they were away for months, and they have no contact with you. You always worry for them, regularly checking for any possible texts and sending them updates even when no reply comes.
(You have no ideaaa they have you saved as âlil missusâ, âwifeyâ, âthe madameâ, âdarlinâ in their phones. Or how much they cling to your texts even when they canât reply yet. You donât suspect shit, but the longer the mission drags on, the more resolved they are to just come home to you as soon as possible.
The second John checks his phone and sees your text about getting stood up on a date, his jaw clenches so tightly that Soap glances over, immediately concerned. The others quickly catch on, a tension settling over the group as he reads the message aloud.
Got stood up on that date lol
Guess its just me nd a frozen pizza tonight đ¤ˇââď¸ yes ik u hate frozen foods but ur not here sooo
If he wasnât so incredibly angered by the thought of you going on a date that is not with them, getting stood up, he would have focused on your little disobedience. Would have thought of making you repeat why he hates having them in the flat while you sniffle and whine, the result of him taking his palm to your ass a few dozen times for doing this behind his back, but he canât focus on that now.
âLetâs finish this and get home,â He hisses out at last, pocketing his phone. âMissus needs a reminder who she belongs to.â
All he gets, unsurprisingly, is approving nods.)
Back in the flat, you sneeze. How strange; you had just recently finished dusting, and everything should be clean.
Itâs probably nothing.
a bit more
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another new year with bakugou katsuki.
One more hour âtil the New Year.
âSo,â you started, âweâre about to ring in another year. Guess Iâm stuck with you again, huh?â
Bakugou paused from tidying up the scattered toys in your shared bedroom. The gears in his head need a moment to get to processing.
âHah?â
âItâs just hitting me, you know? Iâve been putting up with you for how long now? Feels like forever.â
A scowl immediately made itself known in his lips, unsure if youâre joking or not. âThe hell are you gettinâ at?â
You tapped your chin as though deep in thought. âMaybe itâs not too late to return you to your parents. They probably miss having you around, anyway.â
âYouâre jokinâ.â
Bakugouâs eyes blink dumbfoundedly.
âDoes your parents have a no-return policy?â
His voice dropped to a grumble, and his brows furrowed. He finishes tidying up the toys and joins you on the bed, cuddling close to you (even if he doesnât consider it cuddling, moreso invading your personal spaceâbut youâre his wife, so he gets a pass).
âAs if. You think you can just ship me off like Iâm some Amazon package? No way in hell, dummy. Youâre stuck with me.â
And Iâll gladly be stuck with you for eternity, he finds himself wanting to say but refrains from doing so.
âStuck with you, huh? Thatâs a bold statement, Katsu. What if I do want to send you back?â You laughed softly.
Bakugou snaked his arms around you, pushing himself impossibly closer to the point where you could tease him for being too clingy, his lips tugging into a pout heâd never admit to. âYou canât. You said yes when I proposed. You walked down the aisle. You said âfor better or worse.â Thatâs on you.â
You smiled, combing your hands through his hair. It may appear all spiky and rigid, but youâve learned that itâs actually fluffy and softâdefinitely well taken care of.
âI donât remember that part. I think you dragged me down the aisle, all grumpy and scowling.â
âI didnât drag you anywhere. You were practically sprintinâ to get hitched to me.â
âWas I?â
âYou were,â he scoffs, but itâs soft, as if thankful of the fact. âAnd now youâre mine forever. No refunds, no returns, no exchanges.â
The sound of your laugh is something thatâll never get old to him. He could play it on repeat and never choose to turn it off.
âForeverâs a long time, Katsu.â
âForeverâs not a long time when I get to spend it with you,â he says. Itâs the truth, and he can never bring himself to lie to you. Not now, not ever.
Because if anything, Bakugou Katsuki loves with his whole heart, puts every piece of himself in the things he does and has done, and heâll be damned if he ever lets you settle for anyone less.
âSpend it with the little brats, too.â Ah, your two daughters have him wrapped around their little fingers.
You rolled your eyes. âConfident, arenât you?â
âDefinitely.â He reached out and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. He looks at you with this all too familiar look, as if asking for a simple thing.
âAnd donât even joke about tryinâ to get rid of me. Youâd be lost without me.â
âOh, absolutely helpless,â you tease, indulging him with a soft, chaste kiss.
Bakugou snorts. âWhatever.â
âForever, right?â
âForever,â Bakugou said firmly, resting his forehead against yours. His voice dropped into a quieter, almost shy tone. âAnd donât forget, youâre stuck with me, too. No way Iâm lettinâ you go.â
Your heart melted a little at his rare softness, and you kissed his cheek. âFine, Katsu. Iâll keep you. But only because the return policyâs expired.â
âYouâre lucky I love you.â
âNo, youâre lucky I love you,â you joked.
âDamn right I am,â he replied, choosing to enjoy this serene moment with you rather than bothering to watch the same old boring fireworks to celebrate the new year an hour later.
Your husband can recreate any fireworks shows any day, anyway.
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