#but I'm getting there. im slowly fixing my life.

[exagides]

I really should have just put a note on my blogs to say I'm on temporary hiatus but I'm hoping to be back online somewhere around July, cross your fingers for me

[lowkeyremi]

jjk men and aftercare ft. Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Toji, and Geto.

a/n: I saw something like this awhile ago and forgot to write abt it but here I am now babyyyy. also not proofread bc im tired :P

cw: really suggestive, established relationships, how they are after sex basically :)

Gojo Satoru

When you two first started hitting third base Gojo was all about himself and about how he felt. When you had cleaned yourself up and prepared for bed that night Satoru finally realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong, babe? I thought you liked it??" He asks, worried about his performance in bed. Your silence prompts him to try and figure out what he had done wrong, and honestly he couldn't even think of anything.

"Pleaseeee tell me. I won't know if you don't say anything." Those invasive thoughts that tell you, "you don't matter to him." start to attack your brain once again. He's way out of your league you start to think.

"Aftercare. You didn't even offer to help me clean up, Satoru." Saying it out loud makes you sound kind of petty in your opinion but it does matter.

"OH. Shit baby I'm so so so so sorry!!!!! I- It's just-" He cuts himself off and tries to reword his sentence, "Well, back then I.. I was sleeping around so my pleasure was the only thing that mattered to me. It's different.. you know? Dating. I'm still working out everything. I won't forget next time I promise."

He'd been telling the truth because from then on he always went all out with aftercare. He would run you a bath with your favorite salts and oils, he'd make you your favorite snacks, he'd even cuddle you afterwards until you fell asleep. (rich boyfriend privileges)

Choso Kamo

He'd been waiting so long to finally sleep with you for the first time so he had done all his research prior to the day. He was looking at your dilated pupils, messy hair, and the cum that sat on your stomach.

"Okay so, according to the article I read, I should run you a hot bath, yeah?" He asks nervously.

A small smile braces your lips. In all honesty you probably should have expected this much from Choso. He wants to make sure everything is perfect.

"You looked up aftercare???" You sit up on the bed and a back cramp decides to hit right then and there. As soon as he hears your groan he sprints the the kitchen, only to return with a heat pad.

"Heat pad for cramps?" He's truly nervous, and eager to please you, the love of his life.

"Thank you, Cho. I'll take you up on that bath."

"Of course, I'll get in with you if that's okay." The smile on your face is enough of an answer.

Nanami Kento

YOU ARE WINNING!!!!

Massages, baths, homemade snacks, you name and he'll do it for you. In his mind it's the least he can do for you, because you treat him so well and give him that pretty pussy he loves so much.

"Right here?" He's currently working those skilled fingers into your tight muscles after bending you every which way.

"Ohhh... yes right there, baby. Hurts so muchhhh." You whine and moan at the same time. At this point you two have already bathed and he's made sure to moisturize your body leaving you clean and refreshed.

He seemed to notice the way you limped and asked if you need anything. The sex was good really, but you didn't want to tell him that folding you in half wasn't the best idea. Oh, but he's persistent would not leave you alone until you told him what was wrong.

Once you told him he had immediately sat you down, picked up your favorite lotion and started to work out the kinks in your body.

"I'm so sorry, again." He mumbles quietly.

"Stop apologizing, Kento. These things happen. At least I know to stretch before hand next time." His face softens at your giggles and he presses a small kiss to your thigh.

"Oh do not get me started." A smile creeps up his face, while blush slowly spreads across yours.

Toji Fushiguro

BOOOOOO no aftercare. well maybe not much at least.

Has not properly cared for a woman since his late wife but he realizes if he wants you to stay he'll have to fix that.

At first he would throw a wet rag at you and give a simple, "here clean up." When he got out the shower he was genuinely confused why you were no longer at his apartment.

As soon as you picked up he could tell you were pissed, "What do you want, Fushiguro."

He's a little shocked, did not expect that from you, "I'm your boyfriend so it's Toji and not Fushiguro. The hell is your problem??"

The silence is so loud. For a second he thought you'd hung up on him. "Hello??"

"I'm giving you some time to think about that dumbass question and figure out why I'm mad at you." He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes too. He's lucky you can't see it.

"Ugh, I don't have time to play the damn guessing game. You're always mad about the little things.. what is it?" He's running through anything he could have possibly done wrong recently.

"Toji, you threw a fucking wet washcloth at me and told me to clean myself up. I'm your girlfriend, not one of your one night stands!" There it is, and the bad part is he doesn't even see what's wrong with that. (at first)

"I don't even give them something to clean up with, I just leave. But damn if you want me to get all fancy and shit I'll try." He scratches his head and begins to wonder why women are so hard to please.

Let me tell you he's no Nanami, but it's getting better. Still falls asleep afterward most times tho :/

Geto Suguru

You do it yourself for the most part, and here's why.

He's over here washing you up in the tub and he can't stop staring at your soapy titties and it just leads to more sex.

It's never just aftercare with him. He's always chasing more. Like that time you asked him to massage your legs after you two had finished fucking in the tub.

"Yeah shit why not? Lotion or oil??" He asks looking through your products.

"Uhhh lotion's fine." You'd grabbed your phone to see if your mother left you a voicemail which she did. She talked about how you need to pick up the phone or at least text her your alive if you're not gonna pick up. You were NOT going to pick up earlier though. Suguru likes to tease and you learned that the hard way when he was eating you out while you were discussing group bonding dinner ideas with your boss over the phone.

Anyway, he made his way to the bed with your lotion and all things went to hell. It was slow at first, nothing too sensual, then of course he had to slip a finger in your pussy and you sat there and stared.

"We are not doing this, we just got out of the bath." You were so serious, but so was he. (you were also aroused so)

"Another bath never hurt anybody, 'fraid of a little water baby??"

(such an annoying whore)

[chriss-slut]

Fuck me even if you hate me

~ Dom!Chris x sub!fem!reader ~

Synopsis: You're now living with your enemy but he gets jealous of you hooking up with other guys.

warning: SMUT!!!! slightly toxic!Chris and reader, a few petnames (ma & slut), rough sex, unprotected p in v, a little bit of fingering and breast kissing, cursing, i guess thats all?

A/N: Its my first time doing this so im sorry if its horrible 😭

Chris and I have always hated each other in highschool. He was a cocky, arrogant, popular guy and I was... well, the same. We were both popular in our sides. Two popular people, opposite genders, the same personality, but who despised each other.

Chris was the most handsome guy in school. I cant deny he was hot, but the only thing that came to my mind when i see him is our rivalry.

We both were always partying and hooking up with several guys and girls (me with guys, him with girls), so we're both intimitading people, at least for us, everyone loved us.

After graduation, i was happy i'd finally get rid of him. A brand new start: college life.

Right now, I'm about to meet my new roommate. I slowly open the door and... no way.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I ask Chris, looking at him sitting on one of the beds, scrolling on his phone.

Chris looks up and his eyes widen "What are you doing here??"

"I'm in my dorm" i speak, already slightly pissed off, stepping in the room.

"Uh, no. You're in my dorm." Chris speaks, that smug tone of voice that i hated.

I roll my eyes and say back, sighing "well, i guess its our dorm now..."

"Who the fuck put us both together??" Chris asks me, fixing his position in bed so he's facing my way.

"You're asking me?? How am i supposted to know?? The only thing i know is, it was a horrible person."

Chris nods quickly, also rolling my eyes at my attitude. "Yeah, it must've been the worst teacher in here... or maybe, just someone random, since we're both new in this school, dumbass!"

I roll my eyes and sit down in my bed, leaning against the headboard. I grab my phone and speak to Chris while looking at my phone. "Let's make a deal. I don't bother you. You don't bother me. Let's not make this harder than it already is."

Chris does the same as me, but putting on his headphones, ready to listen to music. "Deal."

"Deal."

______

After a few hours, its now 10pm. I stand up from my bed and i start putting on my leather boots

"Where you goin'?" I hear Chris asking from his bed.

"Uh... why do you wanna know?" I ask back, now finishing putting my boots on.

"Well, maybe 'cuz its 10pm?"

"And? Its not like you don't do the same thing... 'm going to a party." I speak, now putting on my jacket.

"A party? At the first day of school? Alright, miss popular!" Chris says, mocking me with his hands raised in "defense".

I roll my eyes and open my dorm door, "g'night!" I say before going out and closing the foor behind me.

______

Hours later, at 4am, i slam the door open. My hair and make up all messed up, panting hard.

"What the fuck happened to you?? Got hit by a truck?" Chris asks, laughing at his own joke, looking at me from his bed.

I roll my eyes "A truck no. A guy."

Chris' eyes widen, he seems a bit... jealous? "Oh. I didn't want to know that."

I giggle softly, still panting slightly "You asked!"

Chris roll my eyes and turns around in bed, going back to his phone. I lay down in my bed for a bit, trying to get my breath to normal. Once it's done, i stand up and go over the bathroom, not locking the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Come in!" I yell from the bathroom, bent over the sink as i take off my make up

Chris gets caught off guard from me letting him come in but he opens the door, his eyes widening as he sees my position. He steps in and closes the door behind him, leaning back against the wall, staring at me.

"What??" I ask, looking at him in the mirror.

"Nothin'... just came to see what was taking so long." Chris says, teasingly.

I frown at him through the mirror. "mh... why, you missed me?" I ask cocky with a smirk.

Chris rolls his eyes "No."

"You wanna use it?" I ask him in a more kind tone.

Chris looks up and down at me, now walking towards me. "Sure do." He says teasing, putting his hands around my waist and pulling me closer.

"What the fuck are you doing??" I ask him, feeling his crotch against my covered ass.

Chris chuckles softly, now caressing my sides. "Just wanted your attention..." He speaks, looking down at my body.

"Hm... why? Did you get jealous of me hookin' up with another guy?" I ask cocky with a smirk, still doing my skin care.

Chris rolls his eyes, getting a little more annoyed when i mention the guy again. He starts to press me against him a little bit more forceful, his crotch rubbing against my ass harder. Chris leans over to my height, his face just next to mine in the mirror. "Yeah I was… I got a bit annoyed when you were talkin’ about that guy." He mutters in a low voice as his eyes stare into mine through the mirror.

"Oh yeah?" I smirk cocky "well, then, i should tell you how goood that was... oh, he made me feel so satisfied..."

Chris growls annoyed, him pressing more against my ass and his hands in my waist tightening. "you dont know with who you're talking to..." Chris mumbles between his teeth.

"Actually, i do... i bet you're not even big. I'm not feeling a thing against me" I speak arrogant.

Chris’ eyes widen as i speak down to him like that, making his possessive nature take over. He quickly spun me around and backed me up against the sink. "Say that again, you little brat…" He speaks, his hands firmly gripping my hips. He got a little rougher with his movements, his touch more demanding as he pull me closer in. I would be lying if i say it didn't turn me on.

I look up at him, smirking "i said i didn't feel anything in those pants" i say, now looking down at his sweatpants.

Chris grabs my chin and making me look up at him. His eyes are sharp as he glares down at me, his expression somewhat cold. "You got anything else to say?" He mutters in a warning tone, watching as my cocky expression forms on my face once again. "Nah... you're not worth my words"

Just the tone of my voice really pushes Chris off the edge. He was already possessive, but now he definitely has it in him. "Shut up…" Chris growls as he grabs my jaw, his grip firm and somewhat painful. He has me shoved against the sink, his hands tightly gripping my chin.

"Or what?" I ask with a cocky smirk.

Chris’ eyebrows furrow at my tone of voice. He didn’t like that bratty attitude of mine. Without any warning, he suddenly presses his lips roughly against mine, his kiss demanding and forceful.

I quickly move my hands to his neck, kissing him back. Our tongues fighting for dominance as we make out roughly. Chris was taken back with my dominance, but it just turned him more on. He tightens his grip in my neck as we kiss.

Suddenly, Chris puts his hands under my ass, in my thighs, and picks me up to sit on the sink, him standing in front of me, between my legs.

We pull away from the kiss and he speaks "you want me to prove you you're wrong?"

I pout thoughtful, sarcastic "hmmm, why not?"

Chris rolls his eyes and move his hands up my body, taking off my black crop top. He stared at my half covered breasts and bite his lips. He slides his hands to my back and unbuckle my bra, tossing it to the floor.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but, you're hot." Chris says, looking at my bare chest, now leaning to kiss around my nipples.

I smile softly at him and say "you're a bit hot yourself."

Chris pulls away from me and pull his sweatpants down. His now half-hardened dick bulging his boxers. I look down at it and my eyes widen. Wow, he's huge!

Chris laughs at my face "What? You like what you see?"

"U-uh... n-no..." i lie, trying to look away from him.

"Dont worry about it." Chris speaks low, now pulling down his boxers. His hard cock hitting his lower stomach, making my eyes shine at the view.

He walks closer to me again and grip my hips. "You gonna stay staring or you're gonna strip yourself f'me?" Chris says in a dominating but somewhat gentle tone.

I just nod and help him take off my skirt, just as my thong. He looks down at my, now wet, pussy and he smirks. "Already wet, huh?" Just by hearing him say that made my slit wetter.

I don't even have time to respond before i feel Chris' fingers slide inside of me, earning a moan of me.

"Oh, look at how wet you are... not even that tight to my fingers. How many guys you already fucked, you slut?" Chris whispers in my ear, his fingers slowly going in and out my wet cunt, making me moan again.

Chris fingers me for more 10 seconds and pull out, making me let out a frustrated moan "c-chris... p-please..."

Chris lets out a little chuckle "needy already? I guess you'll have to beg a bit for it... what do you want?" Chris asks me, his hand gripping my jaw, making me look at him.

"I-i want you... p-please... p-please, i need your dick inside of me..." i whine, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

Chris chuckles and mutters "pathetic.." before slamming into me, i moan loud, not expecting it at all.

Chris stays still for 5 seconds, letting me adjust to his huge size and then starts thrusting in and out of me, not fast but not slow. "Fuck, you're so tight. How can a stupid girl like you can have such a delicious pussy?" Chris says, pounding into me as i moan loud. His hands gripping my jaw and my hip, not letting me look away from him.

"f-fuck, y-youre so d-deep..." i moan out, my breathing heavy already.

"Huh? What did you say? I thought you said i wasn't big." he says with his stupid smirk on his face. I just moan in response, my eyes rolling back from his cock hitting the right spot every time he pounds into me.

My back arches as my eyes roll back "c-chris... i-..." i moan out, hardly speaking.

"You're close already? I didn't even started..." Chris says cocky, now starting to speed up the pace, going faster and harder into my cunt. I moan loud, my head would be leaning back if he wasn't gripping it, i can feel the knot in my stomach approaching, my pussy slightly clenching around him already.

"Mmmh, fuck, ma... why do you have to be so hot? Why do you have to fit perfectly around my cock?" Chris speaks softly, moaning a bit too. He starts thrusting faster and harder, making me moan loudly again

"O-oh gosh, Chris! F-fuck, it's so g-good!" I moan out.

"It is, isn't it? C'mon, tell me you like it. Show me how much of a slut you are." Chris speaks, his breathing heavy already, groaning softly.

I moan loud, my nails digging Chris' shoulders. "I-it f-feels so good... y-your cock feels-.. amazing in me..." i moan out.

"Oh yeah... you're missing something, ma." Chris speaks, now leaning to kiss, nibble and suck my neck.

"I... i-i.. i-I'm a s-slut... i-I'm a slut f-for you..." i stutter, my orgasm coming close already.

"For me?? Just for me??" "J-just f-for you..."

Chris leans to whisper in my ear "you're never fucking other guys again, got it? You're mine"

My cunt clenches around Chris as he says that, i nod frantically, now desperate to cum.

"Good." He whisper to me, now going faster and deeper, driving me crazy.

"O-oh Chris! Chris, 'm so... so close!" I moan out, my voice now high-pinched.

Chris lets out a cocky breathy laugh, thrusting into me harder while kissing my neck. "S-same, ma... h-hold on a sec..."

"I-i can't!" I moan loud, high-pinched, as my cunt clenches around Chris' cock, making it start to twitch inside of me.

Chris bites my neck harshly and mumble "cum f'me. Cum in my cock, ma.". That sends me over the edge, my whole body shaking as i cum around chris' dick, also feeling him panting my walls white. We both collapse into each others arms, panting hardly.

Once we both recover, chris pulls out and grips my jaw, making me look at him. "No one will ever know about this, you hear me?" He speaks in a mad tone. I nod as i look up at him, still with puppy eyes. He leans and give me a peck on the lips. "Good girl" he says, before dressing up and get out of the bathroom, leaving me there. What the hell just happened???

I hope you liked itttt!! Pls tell me what you think in the comments, i'd appreciate it :) xoxo

[badgerbl00d]

one piece boys rescuing you

☆ characters: trafalgar law, roronoa zoro

☆ up next: yes, your highness (knight!sanji x princess!reader)

☆ summary: you're put in a situation where your life is put in serious danger. will they be able to save you in time?

☆ a/n: new fic yay!! so i'm working my way through the ask box slowly but surely.. a lot of the requests are for pt. 2's, so im gonna try to publish new content before getting to those... as always, thanks for your patience!

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law - fire

Trying to calm your breathing down you closed your eyes, doing your best to not panic. 

“You ok in there?” Shachi called out. 

“What’s the temperature reading?” That might’ve been Bepo. You couldn’t tell. 

You’d gone into the boiler room of the submarine to try and fix an issue with the central temperature. 

The submarine was supposed to be descending toward the abyssal zone, and with pressures as high as they were going to be there was no room for error with the temperature. 

Before you could finish, something that was moving fast hit the side of the Polar Tang, resulting in the door locking you in. 

Law had designed the functional rooms of the ship to be perfect. 

The boiler room locked from the inside, so that if there were ever an issue with a pressure change, any explosion would be contained to the source of heat. 

You heard some debris clatter on the outside, followed by what sounded like a loud, metal clang. 

A high-pitched beeping noise started to sound through the small room. 

80° 

You pressed the down arrow five times. With the way it had been programmed, the boiler room shouldn’t be above seventy five degrees. 

Your stomach started to twist, and nausea climbed up your throat when the number didn’t change, and after a few more second read

83°.

“Y/n! You okay?!” Bepo and Shachi had started to move some of the debris that was blocking the door, “Something hit us!”

“The temperature is going up in here, it’s at eighty-three and the buttons aren’t working!”

“Hold on,” Bepo called out, “We’re moving the stuff from in front of the door, we’ll pass you the key from under the door.”

You steadied your breathing and managed to settle your nerves the slightest bit. 

A silver key slid under the door and you grabbed it. 

“You should be good to open the door now.” 

You placed the key in the lock, and started to turn it when the ship took another hit. 

This one sent you flying into the wall.

You heard Shachi and Bepo’s impact. 

Your head was pounding and you fumbled around looking for the key, unable to find it. 

You could hear yelling coming from outside. 

“Shit! Bepo- try and move that stuff!”

You assumed Shachi had left as you heard footsteps . 

Slowly you got up, your head was starting to stop spinning. 

You still couldn’t find the key and tried jiggling the handle

An unnatural rattling sound was coming from the handle. 

Fuck.

The key had broken off inside it, and the jagged edge that you could just barely get a finger around was too sharp to try and turn. 

The temperature in the room continued to rise.

Your palms had started to sweat and you felt your chest contracting more and more with each breath. 

The heat was starting to fill you up from the inside out. 

You ran to the thermostat, frantically pressing the cooling button.

94°

“Y/n?!” Bepo called, banging on the door, “I moved all the stuff! Try to open the door!”

“I can’t!” you yelled, your voice straining, someone was yelling- Law,  maybe? What had happened? “The key broke in the door! Bepo- the temperature won’t stop rising!”

Bepo continued banging on the door- you knew that he was starting to panic. 

98°

You sunk to the floor, looking for a way out- anything.

You twisted the door knob with so much force that you worried you might have broken it. Not that it made a difference. 

106°

Bepo’s banging stopped and you started to panic again.

The yelling could still be heard in the background.

“Bepo?”

No answer.

Sweat was dripping down your back and your palms were sticky. Your hair clung to your forehead and it was getting harder and harder to breathe- whether that was because of your panic or the heat you could not tell.

You peeled off your boiler suit, which offered you some temporary relief. 

Sitting in a pair of shorts and a tank top now, you simply sunk against the door- banging on it occasionally. 

“Bepo!!” You yelled. 

That damn bear. 

Where was Law?

You perked up at the question.

Where the hell was your captain? 

118°

You decided you’d try the key, taking a deep breath before grabbing onto the jagged metal edges with all the strength you could muster. 

You felt the metal slip past your skin, digging into the flesh of your hand. 

Blood dripped down your arm in a warm, steady stream and you strained to turn the key. 

It wouldn’t move- too little of it was exposed. 

Black dots started to dance in your field of vision, and you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness. 

It was so impossibly hot, your mouth felt dry and tacky- like a thin layer of warm glue had been poured inside it. 

Your head was pounding and your lungs felt like they were full of sand. 

As you started to faint, you thought you saw a pale blue glow cover the room. 

You smiled to yourself before you slipped out of consciousness. 

Better late than never. 

131°

“Room.” 

“Lift her arms,” Law ordered.

The feeling of biting cold sent a spark running down your spine as two ice packs were placed under your arm. 

You blinked your eyes open, a dull pain still drumming in the back of your head. 

There was something sturdy behind your chest, and you felt a hand resting on your stomach.

You tried sitting up, but the hand on your stomach held you in place. 

“Not yet, Y/n.”

“Law.”

“You have heat stroke- please don’t move. Stay right there, for me.”

You relaxed back against him. 

“Bepo- hand me another ice pack. Is the bath ready?”

“Almost, Shachi’s getting more ice.”

You strained to sit up again, this time Law held you down with slightly more force.

“Y/n. I’m serious,” his tone froze you in place, “Do not move.” 

“The boiler room-” you started, “‘s too… hot. Pressures- Gonna go up.”

Your speech was slurred and everything in your body felt so heavy.

You felt Law look back up at Bepo and nod. 

“Ok, come on.”

He lifted you up, holding you bridal style to try to keep you as relaxed as possible. 

“This isn’t gonna feel great,” he said, “But you need to stay in here for at least twenty minutes.”

“Law,” you mumbled, “ ‘s very nice of you.”

Slowly, he lowered you into the makeshift tub- a large plastic bin that was usually used for storage was filled with ice and water. 

The cold was biting and an icy burning spread throughout your body- lighting up your nerves as you were completely submerged. 

“Dunk your head in. Just once.”

You sleepily shook your head. 

Law sighed, “Alright, I’m gonna help you do it, ok?”

Your hands gripped the side of the tub, and you relaxed slightly when he brought a hand to rest on your neck and gently lowered your head down. 

He helped you back up, his steady grip taking the stress off of your body. 

Bepo had been sent out of the room to help the others in fixing the rest of the ship. 

You sat up and leaned back against Law’s chest, drenching him in ice cold water. 

He winced.

“Not so great, hm?”

“No, not so great.”

You sat there, resting against him for a while. Slowly feeling yourself regaining strength. 

You had acclimated to the temperature and the sensation that replaced the freezing cold was somewhat nice. 

“What happened?”

“Underwater volcano, if you’d believe it.”

You laughed, still too tired to hold a full conversation. 

“I’m sorry…” Law started, “I’m sorry I didn’t get you out of there sooner.”

He sounded so sad- you turned to look at him. 

“Law, everybody did the best they could- Even me, look.”

You lifted up your hand to show him the injury to find it had already been bandaged. 

He smiled at you.

“What kind of doctor would I be if I hadn’t noticed that, huh?”

You gave him a gentle smile. 

You could tell that he wasn’t fully convinced, and still felt guilt at having taken too long to rescue you. 

Before he could even react you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug that you shouldn’t have had the strength to give.

You could feel tension spark throughout his body, but after a few seconds his arms found their way around your waist and pulled you back in. 

You let go first. 

He followed, a few seconds after. 

“If you really want to make it up to me,” you said.

“I do,” Law answered. 

“Never give me boiler room duty again.”

zoro - earth 

You had four hours to get to the Sunny. 

By noon you and Zoro had to traverse through eight miles of thick, unwelcoming jungle. 

It was humid and neither of you were looking forward to the journey but you had a mutual respect for the other, and though it was never said out loud, shared an enjoyment of each other’s company. 

Zoro liked your good natured humor and admitted to himself that you were easy on the eyes. 

You liked Zoro’s stoic nature and admired his relaxed composure. 

Your fighting styles were perfectly complementary. Zoro attacked first and thought later. His cuts and slices were executed with a terrifying precision and he was able to readily turn on his animalistic attack mindset. You, on the other hand, were thoroughly analytical. Zoro possessed the skill to not have to worry too much about reading an opponent beforehand, but you were able to read them as fast as he could draw his swords. Able to pick apart formations and fighting styles before they could even get a hit in, you were able to direct Zoro and predict enemy attacks perfectly. 

He’d never openly admit it but he liked taking directions from you. To him, independent and capable as he might have been on his own, it felt like he was a sword and you were the hand that guided it. 

He made the final cut, but it was you who had swung in the right direction. 

Needless to say, you had both set off on your journey toward the Sunny with very few complaints. 

The humidity increased, the further you got into the thick green that covered the island. 

You pushed through miles and miles of green leaves and branches. 

It was lively, the sounds of bugs scuttling across the floor, birds crying from the canopy above, and frogs chirping and yelping filled the scenery with the noise of life and energy. 

You were humming to yourself, enjoying the warm weather and snacking on the chips Sanji had packed for you, handing the bag over to Zoro when he reached his hand toward you. 

You’d made good progress in the two hours you’d been walking and agreed you could afford to sit down to eat lunch.

“Haha! I do remember that!”

“Or what about when that moron of a cook though he and Nami had us beat in trivia night-”

“And they lost to us in the category of cooking!”

You and Zoro were both laughing. Not such a rare occurrence when the two of you were together. 

Zoro’s head suddenly snapped around.

You felt it too, the hairs on your neck rising. 

A chill ran through your body and you turned to press your back against his. 

“I can’t tell where they’re coming from.”

“Neither can I.”

Your breathing was in sync and you both waited, weapons at the ready. 

In a split second the tension broke and your attackers revealed their position by shooting an arrow. 

“On your left!”

You jumped to the side as a flurry of arrows flew past your head and heard the sound of blows being dealt by Zoro as he handled his side. 

You pulled your throwing knives from your bag where they rested and aimed at the enemy. 

Flashes of shiny steel flew through the colorful greens and teals of the forest, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the open space.  

You and Zoro fighting together was truly a sight to behold. 

You set up every hit he got, and the hits you got were courtesy of Zoro. 

It was like a sport for the two of you, a team working perfectly in sync. 

Skill aside, your ability to guess his next move paired with his ability to accommodate his hits to the blows you landed, made the two of you nearly impossible to beat. 

After only ten minutes of fighting, you’d taken out more than half of the group ambushing you. 

Your blades were dripping matching shades of red, and it wasn’t long until the remaining attackers ran. 

A stray arrow was stuck in a tree and you pulled it out to inspect it. 

Thick, green liquid dripped off the end of it. 

Poison. 

“Y/n!” Zoro called. 

You dropped the arrow and ran to his side. 

“Who was that? I didn’t recognize anything about those attackers?” you asked.

“Same here, but it doesn’t matter. Could’ve just been bounty hunters.” 

“Working as a team? Unlikely.”

He shrugged. 

“Either way, they’re gone.”

You nodded and followed behind him as you continued your walk toward your crew. 

A dull throbbing had started to spread throughout your body. You had a headache, too, but shrugged it off.

You walked for another few minutes before you felt liquid trickle down your throat.

You pressed your hand to your neck, pulling away when you felt a warm film cover your fingers. 

There was a small gash on the right side of your neck-  you’d been hit. 

“Fuck!”

Zoro turned around, eyes widening when he saw the wound. 

He ran toward you and pressed a hand against your neck to stop the bleeding. 

“Shit, shit, shit! Ok- Ok, um, just stay calm,” he was panicking, sweat was lining his brow.

 He reached into his backpack and pulled out a napkin that was meant for your lunch. 

He held it against your neck and you started to feel faint. 

You felt your right foot lock. You tried to move it but it felt like trying to move a steel ball with only your pinky finger. 

“Zoro…” the fear in your voice was evident. 

The swordsman sat you down against the trunk of a tree and held your hair up with one hand as he held the cloth to your neck. 

You started feeling faint, and a slowly increasing feeling of nausea was spreading throughout your body. 

“We need to get the poison out.”

You nodded, the strength slowly leaving your body, like water flowed from a leak. 

He rummaged through his backpack which contained only the lunch Sanji had packed you, a standard first aid kit that Chopper had insisted you take with you, and a broken compass he had forgotten to throw away.

He grabbed the first aid kit and frantically dumped it out. 

You pointed at the gauze and Zoro grabbed it. 

“Okay… I’ll, um, wrap this around… your neck?”

You nodded, “But we still need to get the poison out.”

You winced in pain, doubling forward. 

You grabbed a few pills Chopper had thrown in and swallowed them as Zoro continued to try and calm himself down. 

“It’s spreading.”

Zoro’s head was pounding- this was definitely not his area of expertise and there was nothing in the kit that said ‘Poison Remover’.

“H-how do I,” he asked, overwhelmed, “Just tell me what to do.”

He might not have any medical knowledge but he’d be damned if he let a crew mate die on his watch. 

Especially you. 

Your eyes had started to close and he was set in his resolve to save you. 

Get the poison out, he thought. 

As he felt your grip on his arm loosening something in his brain clicked. 

He brought his arm around your neck, letting your head rest against his bicep. 

His lips wrapped around your neck, and you felt his warm tongue swipe over the shallow wound. 

You hissed as he traced his tongue back over it, his saliva coating your soft neck in a thin glaze. 

A slight pressure built up as he started to suck the poison out, occasionally spitting it out on the ground next to you. 

You made it with a half hour to spare. 

The rest of your crew warmly greeted you, happy to see you having made it safely. 

You walked onto the ship, Zoro staying by your side, like a knight does with a princess. 

Sanji was the first to notice the bandage wrapped around your neck.

“Y/n-chwan!! Are you hurt? What happened?”

You shook your head, “I got hit with a poisonous dart. But I’m okay.”

You gave Zoro a thankful look. 

Sanji further inspected the wound, noticing the deep purple and red hickey that sat right on top of the gash. 

“What… exactly happened?” he asked, shooting a glare in the swordsman’s direction. 

“The poison had started to spread and, uh…” your voice trailed off. 

You weren’t sure if Zoro wanted to announce his heroics to the crew. 

He stood taller and crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

“And I sucked it out,” he announced.

He sounded proud enough, but his increasingly red cheeks implied otherwise.  

There were mixed reactions..

Sanji was furious and started to bicker with him, Luffy and the boys were laughing, but Nami, Robin, and Chopper all seemed confused.  

“But,” Nami had started, “I thought that that doesn’t work-”

You cut her off and shot her a look, that said Don’t say anything.

“I would’ve died if it weren’t for him.”

Robin giggled and ushered them all back inside to finish lunch, explaining to a very confused Chopper what was going on.  

You and Zoro were left alone on the deck. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, bringing a hand to rest on his shoulder, “You saved me.”

He looked away from you, rubbing the back of his neck and nodded. 

“Anytime.”

Of course, you knew that sucking the poison out of a wound was an outdated myth. 

It was the pills that had saved you. 

But Zoro had been hellbent on saving you and did everything in his power to keep you alive.

He believed he had saved you.

And you’d be damned if someone told him otherwise. 

[hearts4chriss]

Pour it up.

Cocky! Chris x Poc! Stripper reader

prompt: Chris is a regular, he always comes to the club with his bestfriend Nathan and notices you once again and makes a move but is very cocky and you don’t take that lightly ( wearing the bottom right )

Part 6

warnings: sub! Chris, deep throating, riding, degrading, overstimulation, bondage, face riding, use of pet names ( good boy, ma, princess, sweetheart, baby boy, baby, mama ), basically giving this man the time of his life

It was around maybe 9:58 when I started getting ready to go out and preform, that was until my manager came in.

“Hey girl ur mans heree.” She smirked leaning against my locker, the cigarette smoke lingering from her lips.

“he is not. My man.” I roll my eyes finding an outfit and a pair of boots.

“Girl he’s ONLY here for you I bet, he’s gonna make a move and come on he’s really fucking hot.” She says puffing some smoke I chuckle and shake my head

the thin red spaghetti strap top, letting my tits sit perfectly and than the bottoms were a red thong hugging curves showing off my tattoos more than usual and my fishnet stockings and red boots just about did it, with a tough of lip gloss, I brushed my weave and I was ready.

“Okay girlll I see you. Anyway get ready you got two minutes.” She pats my shoulder and I throw on my boots and fix my hair and get ready to go out on stage.

I happen to peak out and there the motherfucker was, this time, hanging around some random guy he probably had no idea who they were as he wasn’t speaking to them drinking probably Pepsi or some shit I don’t know. I roll my eyes

The club was packed, I was bound to make a little over 2 grand tonight with how I was dressed, I was a favourite.

Soon enough the song “pour it up” by Rihanna comes on and that’s when I began strutting out slowly and seductively to the stage as the cash was already being thrown.

Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out) Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out (ball out) Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out)

The amounts of cash fled below my feet as I swayed my hips side to side making my way to the front of the runway and there he was.

Chris Pov

i watched as she walked down the stage in that sexy and tight-ass outfit. fuck she looks so damn good. She doesn't even know my name and God she's hot- the way her hips swayed on the stage and her boots effortlessly walking in them with no issue. Her thigh tattoo leading to her ass looked so good in the dim lights, only on her. She looked perfect. Her tits nearly spilling out of that nonexistent top. fuck I was hard. I just wanted to take her right now and ruin her. or her ruin me. Fuck either way i'm making a move tonight.

Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out

Strip club and dollar bills I still got more money

I made my way to the pole walking around it before stopping and swiveling seductively down the pole my ass out front for everyone as the cash landed on my ass some pervs sticking it in my thong freaks.

I grind my ass on the pole my hands in my hair running them down my breasts to my knees doing a squat spreading my legs watching every guys eye drop to betwen my thighs.

Patron shots, can I get a refill? I still got more money

Chris Pov

fuck I swore I was gonna cum in my pants when she spread her legs and twerked literally in front of me. I groan feeling my dick press against my jeans trying to not make my boner so prominent but fuck this girl is hot. and fuck the stage flooded with so much damn money but I was going to give her way more than that.

I continue my act still gaining everyone's attention, catching the boy in my eyes as I twerked in front of him, and fuck my manager was right, he's hot. as. fuck. His eyes were blue I could get lost in them, his hair wasn't too long nor short. His jawline, Id sit my ass on his face anyday. So yeah, im gonna give him a little show.

Strippers goin' up and down that pole And I still got more money Four o'clock and we ain't going home 'Cause I still got more money Money make the world go ‘round

I do an inside leg hang on the pole and that's when upside down I saw the boy throw money I looked down and did a split and saw a couple hundred dollar pills. I smirk at him place them in my bra and finish up my act.

Once I finished I got ready to get ready to get off stage the boy comes up to me and stops me.

“Hey gorgeous”. The boy whispers to me and I turn around and look him up and down

“Hm? ur kinda cute whats ur name”. I say sipping on my water his eyes drawn to my body covered in a sheen layer of sweat.

“Chris. the brunette haired boy smirks down at me confidently

“I bet I could give you the time of ur life.” He whispered in my ear his hand playing with my stockings and I chuckle.

“I wouldn't be so confident you dont even know me.” I look him up and down and he raises an eyebrow.

“hm. I don't see why not? why don't you give me a private show, I'll pay you whatever you want”. He whispers in my ear and I back up.

“Pfft”. I roll my eyes

“oh come on sweetheart- your saying you don't think we'd have a good time?” His eyes lock with mine, I look down at his jeans his boner sticking out like a sore thumb, fuck now I had to help him.

“250, thats what I charge”. I hold my hand out and he slaps a fat stack of 100s in my hand and my eyes widen.

“Ugh, come on.” I roll my eyes pulling him in the back upstairs in the private room unlocking it and pushing him in locking the door putting the cash on the table.

I contacted my manager to put the cash I earned in the bag in my locker.

“so? you ready to feel like a princess?” the boy smiles devilishly approaching me and I roll my eyes and push him on the bed.

“uh uh this is my job you'll do what I say got it?” I say seriously gripping his neck

“and besides I think you need some help”. I smirk whispering dangerously low in his ear rubbing my hand over his jeans watching him buck his hips into it.

I reach under the bed grabbing a box opening it pulling out a red vibrator. just to match my outfit

The boys eyes widened

“You gonna make me watch you?” He questioned watching me turn it on and I shook my head crawling on the bed in front of him

“no, i'm gonna use it on your pretty dick”. I smirk pulling his jeans and boxer off fuck he was so big

“mm not bad.” i chuckle holding him in my hands squeezing a bit rubbing the red tip with my thumb as he began to squirm

“Aw whats wrong? not so confident are you?” I said mocking him and he groaned

“F-fuck- “he stuttered and I placed the vibrator on his tip and his eyes shot up and he moaned out.

I used my other hand to play with his balls as my tongue licked up chris's throbbing veins on his cock, he was already falling apart.

“mmph FUCK!” the boy cries out and I press the vibrator further on his tip and he cries out louder.

“You poor thing, so fucking needy.” I chuckle confidenly turning off the vibrator beginning to deep throat his lengthy cock.

“O-oh fuck- s-shit ma!” Chris moans his hand tugging my hair squelching sounds forming as salvia dribbles down my chin already from his dick being fat as fuck in my mouth.

The way my plump lips fit around him was fucking perfect, he was so fucking big and fit inside my mouth, his moans were so deep and hot.

“SHIT- baby- fuck you suck me so good-“ he groans stuttering over his words his chest heaving as I felt his dick twitch already from how hard he had been.

“Such a fucking slut jesus.” I roll my eyes and he whines helplessly before removing my mouth feeling twitch

“Come on baby cum for me all over my pretty face.” I breath out whispering in his ear before sticking tongue out as he cums on it and letting the rest drip down too my tits.

He thought it was done? I smirk before using this as advantage to tie his wrists to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” he pants.

“Oh you'll see. You wanted to be a needy whore, im gonna treat you like one.” I said removing my thong and stockings before hovering my wet pussy above his face.

“Fuck- ur so wet-“ chris groans practically drooling at the sight above him.

“Yeah? ur about to have all of it in ur dirty mouth”. I smirk before resting my ass on his face, his tongue quickly getting to work.

“ugh fuck chris- just like that”. I moan out grinding on his face as he nuzzles his face further into my pussy licking every drop.

fuck he was so good- its like he knew my body like the back of his hand, his tongue was nothing i've ever felt before, it was damn good. But fuck no im not telling him that.

I felt him tug at the restraints as he groaned, chris's nose rubbing against my clit his plush lips on my cunt dripping over him.

“Fuck fuck yes-baby- such a good boy”- I pull the boys hair feeling my stomach cave in at his touch, his tongue tracing all my sensitive spots.

“mmph fuck- make me cum baby boy- “I arch my back resting my asscheeks further on his face and he squirmed and I chuckled as he began to struggle.

“Not so much to say now huh.” I taunt but moan in response holding the headboard as my stomach heated up

“Oh fuckk! yes- im so close chris!” my cries filled his ears feeling his face push even further in my ass as I felt myself cream his face quickly as I breathed heavily.

I climb down below sitting on his chest taking in the beautiful mess he was in front of me, his face covered in my cum was perfect.

“Oh your tired? thats cute.” I chuckle before straddling him positioning myself on his cock and he whimpers feeling my ass meet his pelvis

“I-mmph fuck- I-cant-“ chris whines and I roll my eyes shaking my head

“I dont give a fuck you needy slut you asked for this”. I said firmly beginning to bounce on his dick seeing his fallen eyes watch his cock disappear inside me.

“Fuck chris ur so big- shit-“ I moan breathing out as he fit inside me perfectly like puzzle pieces.

I grabbed his neck continuing to ride him forcing him to look at me, his face tear stained cheeks from the now overstimulation and the neediness he'd been begging for me, for days now.

“mmph- mama- I-f-fuck”- the boy choked on his own words and I smirked and chuckled darkly gridning my hips on his dick.

“aw slut whats wrong? cant take it? be a good boy and you'll cum got it?” I said and he nodded.

I smirked and pulled away bouncing once again, his thick cock filling my pussy perfectly as I watched him become an absolute mess below me, pathetic honestly but it was cute.

“O-oh fuck baby boy making me feel so good with ur dick-“ I praise and throw my head back watching the brunette squirm below me as my ass slaps against his thighs loudly, almost taking him out.

“SHIT MA! S-so fucking good”- he groans and whines leave his mouth.

“Yeah? you like how I use you like this? fucking you so good you can't think? hm?” I mock tilting my head swiveling my hips on him and he groans.

“Y-yes- mmph- fuck I love it- please I need to cum-“ he cries helplessly sobbing at his needed orgasm.

“I know baby almost there- fuck- cum with me yeah?” I said and he nodded and I began riding him once again his eyes widening at me slamming down on him again

“FUCK FUCK”! chris screams his head falling onto the pillows and I breath heavily with him my hands digging into his thighs and he winces.

“So close baby boy- fuck make me cum again so fucking good to me-“ I moan biting my lip slightly and at this point chris can hardly take it so I speed up to make him finish faster

“mmmhmp FUCK IM GONNA-“ Chris cries out again before shooting his thick load onto my walls and I cum soon after him slowing my movements sliding off his dick.

“Fuck Chris”I sigh deeply going into the bathroom grabbing some wipes and water bottles and untying his wrists.

I take a good look at him and smirk.

Chris was fucked, the tears really got me and how fucked out he looked, just from me, his lips, chin and neck had my cum on it from when i rode his face and his legs a bit shaky from the orgasm he just had.

I kiss his forehead and I wipe him off.

“Fuck- that was amazing”- he pants sitting up looking at me.

“Im glad you enjoyed it.”I chuckle.

“O-oh wait I have something for you, can you hand me my jeans?” He speaks and I raise an eyebrow giving them to him feeling them a bit heavy.

He goes in the left pocket handing me two stacks of 100s and I swore I could scream

“Some extra for my favourite girl.” He smirks

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MDNI, step off pls and thank u

✦A/N: ITS BEEN LIKE 4EVER IM SO SRY!! i’ve been lolligagin for too long but im here finally! I barely proof read this I'm ngl so if you see any typos just ignore them. Let’s also pretend that im not writing a halloween theme fic in july, we don’t talk abt that. Anyways, enjoy this one loves!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You and Suguru decide to hold a Halloween party at your shared house. Of course, Suguru being the tease he is, makes sure you have the time of your life tonight.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Wc: 2,673

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warning: semi-public small, 4th wall breaks, vibrator, light exhibitionism, praise, slight degradation, edging, maskplay, spanking, squirting, oral fem!receiving, and ofc creampie (practice safe sex).

(reader is black)

It’s 9:00 PM on Halloween. You were able to convince Suguru to help you throw this year's party at your shared home. With Kendrick Lamar playing softly in the background, you blow yourself a kiss in the mirror. You look gorgeous with your vampy makeup on. You finish glossing your lips before smiling, you stare at yourself admiring every curve and beauty mark on your dark brown skin. Something was missing from your vampire costume and you can’t put your finger on it.

“You’re missing fangs, sweetheart”

Almost like he was reading your mind, Suguru is leaning on the doorframe handing you your poly grip fangs. He places a small kiss on your hand before walking off.

“Aren’t you gonna help me? As my loving boyfriend, you should.”

You flutter your falses, giving him the most cute girlfriend look you can muster. He chuckles before begrudgingly agreeing and walking into the bathroom with you. He grabs your waist and lifts you on top of the bathroom counter. He gives your nose a small peck before opening your mouth with the pad of his thumb. 

“Why can’t you just do this yourself?”

He mumbles before taking one of the fangs and sticking it to your canine. He takes a step back to see how it looks before laughing loudly.

“What? Did you put it on wrong? Why are you laughing?”

He rests his hand on your hips before planting a steamy kiss on your lips. You smile before handing him the other fang. 

“Not too much, I just finished my makeup and people will be here soon.”

He rolls his eyes before playfully snatching the other fang from your hand.

“Open up for me, beautiful.”

He taps your bottom lip with his thumb before you open your mouth. You notice how concentrated he is, His long raven hair in a half-up-half-down style, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his tongue poking his mouth slightly. You find it cute and let out a small chuckle, ruining his concentration. 

“Stop laughing, you messed me up”

You roll your eyes as he’s back in your mouth…fixing the fangs, of course. 

“Keep rolling them and I’ll have them stuck like that.” 

He chuckles at his joke before returning to his very boring facial expression. You’re happy your skin hid the blood rushing to your cheeks after his very bold statement. You grab his wrist and push his hand away from your mouth, giving him a very shocked expression. 

“What do you mean by that? Are you trying to get sexual with me?”

Your hand grabs your imaginary pearls, mouth agape. Suguru rolls his eyes at your antics before grabbing your cheek to keep your mouth open. 

“We don’t have time for you to be goofing off, my love. Sit still so I can finish these fangs and we can finish setting up, alright?”

His mouth is right against your ear, you can feel his breath grazing your skin. You get goosebumps all over and your spine shivers at the tension. You nod slowly, crossing your legs hoping it’ll stop your clit from pulsing. 

“Good girl…see how easy that was”

He smirks before taking a step back, appreciating the sight of you. The red corset hugged your body so well, he wanted to rip it off of you right there but he had other plans. 

“Do you remember what we talked about yesterday? Are you still up for it?”

You stare at your fake fangs in the mirror, completely loving this dark look you have. You turn to Geto and give him a sweet smile. 

“It’s already in…c’mon let’s finish up.”

You whisper before tossing him his Ghostface mask and walking out of the bathroom. He watches as your hips sway side to side and the short black skirt moves along with it. Curses flew from his mouth before his phone lit up with a text. 

‘Toru: We’re outside loser, open up :)‘

10:46 PM. 

The floor of the house is vibrating as music is booming loudly through the speakers. People are squashed everywhere, the air filled with booze and sex. People making out in dark corners, red solo cups filled with god knows what, and people everywhere. You and Suguru had a decent amount of friends so your shared house was packed. 

“Everyone and they mama in this bitch! Suguru must have a lot of friends!”

Kiara, your best friend since elementary school, shouted over the music. She decided to be a witch this Halloween, even though her hat is long gone and she has no clue where it went. You roll your eyes at her backhanded comment. You two continue to talk, well gossip about the people at your party. Even though you loved Suguru with all your heart you couldn’t stand some of his friends. Your gossip comes to a close as you’re rudely interrupted by the boyfriends, Satoru and Suguru. Best friends dating best friends, it’s like a fanfic waiting to happen. 

“What’s up ladies, need saving?” 

Saturu grins widely, flashing us his fake FBI badge and pulling his round sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. Kiara rolls her eyes and gives her boyfriend a playful punch in his arm.

“Toru, you’re so corny stop.”

“I wasn’t corny last night when I was-” 

“Shut up!”

You chuckle at their banter before you feel a sudden shock coming from inside. You look up at Geto and notice a cheesy grin on his face. 

‘This nigga…’

He turned on the Bluetooth vibrator that’s submerged inside of you. Luckily it’s on the lowest setting so it's bearable, but that doesn’t mean it's unnoticeable. 

“Hey babe, are you ok?”

Suguru gives the fakest pout ever, now drawing the attention of our friends. You give them an awkward smile as you shuffle slightly in your space. The toy buzzes softly on your G-spot. 

“I…I’m fine, these…uh shoes…are starting to get…uncomfortable.”

You give them one small smile before speed-walking upstairs to your bedroom. Suguru gives a soft pat on the shoulder and follows close behind you. Saturu tilts his head in confusion before shrugging it off and continuing to bother his girlfriend. 

“Ew nigga! Did you just lick me?”

Kiara’s fusing fades away as you finally make it to your bedroom. That was the most agonizing 10 seconds of your life. Who knows what would’ve happened if it was turned up any higher? You hear the bedroom door open then close, and then the buzzing stops. You whimper at the sudden lack of pleasure. You turn to face Suguru and his shit-eating grin. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You left so soon, I got worried.”

 His silky voice laced with condescending undertones, it pisses you off. You knew you couldn’t do anything about it though. You agreed to this now you have to follow through with your dumb idea of a game. 

“You’re such an asshole.”

Your words didn’t go unpunished, you quickly regretted your statement when you felt a string buzz on your G-spot. You quickly buckle and grab at Suguru’s arm.

“I'm what? Say louder so I can hear you”

Buzz Buzz

He turned it up higher, a threatening look in his eyes. He’s ready to turn you into a puddle of lust at any moment now all he needs is a word. You give him pleading eyes praying that he’ll turn the damn thing off. 

“I…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! Please S…Suguru!”

He chuckles at your shameless begging before turning it off and helping you stand straight. 

“This is the only time I’m willing to be nice. Let’s not have this happen again, OK?”

You nod, putting your hands on his shoulders hoping to steady yourself from the recent orgasm scare. 

“I…I’m gonna go back down, and please have mercy on me.”

He chuckles, watching you walk slowly out of the room before shutting the door behind you and leaving him with only the lewd thought to keep him company. He shifts his pants slightly, trying to make the tent in his pants less obvious. 

12:04 AM. 

The party had died down a little, the music shifted from hip-hop to neo-soul, the crowd less rowdy, and the smell of weed in the air. Kiara was talking with Shoko about the newest Love Island: USA episode that aired the day before, Satoru and Suguru were sharing a blunt in the corner of the room with a few of their friends, and you were making another drink in the kitchen. 

“You’re (✰), right? I’m Nanami, I’m from your psychology class at the university.”

You turn to see a tall blonde man dressed in dress pants, a tie, a button-up shirt, and a sweater. You knew exactly who he was.

“I remember you, I didn't expect you to come! Wait let me guess! You’re dressed as Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds?”

He nods and you cheer excitedly jumping a bit, your partially exposed tits moving along with you. Nanami blushes slightly, catching a glimpse of your tits, he looks away shyly. You smile wide before going on a tangent about Criminal Minds. You two talked for about 45 minutes, about; characters, episodes, unsubs, and even the actors themselves. 

You’ve been ignoring the holes being burned into the side of your head. You feel Suguru’s eyes scanning your body from head to toe. Watching the way your tits jiggle when you laugh and the way Nanami’s are looking at you the same way he is. Suguru was livid, how dare you continue to entertain this guy who wants to fuck you as badly as he did. But who would blame him, you’re hot. 

“Listen, Spencer had every right to become an unsub. I-”

Buzz Buzz. 

You grip your cup slightly at the sharp vibration plaguing your inside. Your G-spot is being tortured by a tiny little button from across the room. You notice him already staring at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He was enjoying this and it was your fault, what type of masochist were you? 

“Are you ok (✰)?” Buuuuzz.

You nod slightly, now shifting your attention to the ground. That asshole switched it to the highest setting out of nowhere. You’re leaning on the kitchen counter with both hands, your vision blurred and your senses turned off. 

“Are you sure? Did you drink too much? What happened to me?”

He places his hand on the small of your back and that sends Suguru into a frenzy. You glance to see Suguru rapidly tapping on his phone. Simultaneously you feel the vibrations getting faster and harder, you’re practically slouching on the counter. 

“I’ll get you a bottle of water from the cooler, I’ll be back!”

Nanami rushes out of the kitchen and heads out to the backyard patio. You were so close to cumming but you knew you couldn’t luckily the moment Nanami left Surguru turned it off. You send him a sharp glare before grabbing what’s left of your drink and walking out of the kitchen. 

1:30 AM. 

The party was over and everyone had left by now but Kiara and Satoru. He was slumped on the couch with Kiara asleep in his lap. You smile at the couple before putting a soft blanket on Kiara. Suguru cleans up the last of the cups in the kitchen and the living room before making his way over to you. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night long, how about we have some real fun.”

You whisper slowly, your hands already making their way down to his cock. You trace his v-line slowly before he grabs your hand and drags you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He leads you inside before closing the door and locking it. A passionate kiss leads to him pushing you on the bed and removing your skirt. 

“Take the vibrator out..”

He spreads your legs apart watching as you push your panties to the side and take out a bright pink vibrator. It’s coated in your juices and your panties are soaked from the night's activities. He groans before getting on his knees and peppering small kisses on your clit. You whined as he pushed his tongue inside of your cunt. Your clit was sensitive from being edged all night by your beautiful boyfriend.

“S-Suguru, I-I’m…mmph…sensitive!”

That doesn’t stop Suguru from wreaking havoc on your pleading clit. He chuckles at your failed attempt to get him to slow down. He continued his attack on your clit, he sucked and kissed it like you were gonna die right then and there. He takes one of his fingers and pushes it inside of you slowly. His fingers disappear inside as you grip the sheets under you. Your orgasm is now closer than ever.

“S-Suguru!”

You covered his finger with your fluids, he gave your clit one final lick before standing up and unbuckling his belt. 

“Can you keep the mask on? You look really hot from this angle.”

He chuckles at your request before taking off his black fitted shirt. This was a sight to see, your legs draped over his shoulders, Suguru with nothing but a mask on, and his pants lowered just enough so his cock was out. 

“You won the bet fair and square. I guess I have to give you your reward.”

He strokes his hard cock a bit before pushing it inside of you. Your pussy swallows his cock whole with a sloppy wet noise. 

“Fuck…that’s it…” 

Suguru's head falls back in pleasure as he groans from the way your Pussy lets him in. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out of your pleasure stopping you from expressing it. Suguru’s pace speeds up viciously, the tip of his cock leaves kisses on your cervix. 

“S-Shit Suguru! S-S-Slow down!”

He lets out a huff completely ignoring your pleading and his pace gets even more aggressive now than before. The mask and the way he has you bent is making you wetter and wetter. The bed creaks under you and the room smells like a mix of sex and weed. Even though you couldn’t see his face you knew his eyes were low and bloodshot. 

“Aww, is my slut tired already? Fuck...You can take it.”

His voice was laced with false pity and his tone was very condescending. You whined knowing no matter what you said it wouldn’t stop his strokes. You filled the room with loud moans and wet sounds, your pussy giving away how you truly felt. You felt your core bubble with heat you knew your orgasm was coming soon. 

“Sugu…Fuck, I’m about to cum!”

Suguru hums before grabbing the vibrator tossed to the side and turning it to its highest setting. Your eyes widen when you hear the rapid buzzing from his hand. You shake your head pleading he doesn’t play with your sensitive clit. He places the vibrator on your clit and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You grip the sheets harder than you did before. Noise is barely leaving your mouth just gasping and airy moans. 

You clench around his cock as his pace gets sloppy. His cock twitches inside of you signaling his orgasm is close by. 

“You’re doing so well. Shit…cum for me baby.” 

Almost on cue, you squirt all over his cock and cover it with your pleasure. White ropes shoot inside of you and a white ring covers the base of his cock. He groans and huffs as his orgasm crashes with yours. You sit in silence for a bit, and both of you are drunk off of ecstasy. It took a few minutes before Suguru pulled out and got you ready for bed leaving small kisses all over your body. 

“I’m gonna go get you a bottle of water, ok?” 

You nod and he kisses you on your forehead. He walks over to the door and opens up seeing a very perplexing sight. Kiara was standing there mid-knock with a very dazed look.”

“Just…uh…wanted to say we were…um leaving. Yeah uh…see ya!”

She definitely heard everything.

[homestylehughes]

coffee girl

part 1: the big spill

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

summray: on her way to an interview at the prudential Center, someone crashes into y/n someone causing her coffee to go everywhere, and that someone happens to be luke hughes.

wc: 786

warnings: slight angst? cussing, slight fluff. flustered and nervous reader and luke. nothing too crazy yet. OH cliffhanger..kindaa

au: hi everyone!! i'm back with another luke fic but most importantly i'm starting my FIRST ever series woooooohoooooooo. im super excited and nervous to write but i can't WAIT. anyways! i hope you guys enjoy the first part of this series. like and reblog if you'd like. thank you so much for all of the love on my other works, i'm so grateful.

happy reading <3

I'm late. Very late. I'm rushing. No, I'm sprinting. 

I'm late to the most important interview of my life, all because I wanted coffee. 

I shout out a quick “thank you!” to Bastria and sprint out the door. I have 5 minutes to get there. I think to myself I can get there on time. I can do this. 

Quickly running across the crosstalk, I can see the Prudential Center. Almost there, almost there. Shit, 3 minutes to spare. I pick up my speed, if that's even possible at this point. I can feel my neck beginning to sweat as I take each step.

As I turn to the arena, I feel a chest suddenly crash into mine, instantly feeling the cold liquid; my coffee runs down the front of me. 

I pull back from the stranger with a shriek. Looking down at my white shirt that's now covered in brown. My eyes began to water. This can not be happening to me. 

“Oh my gosh, shit I'm so sorry” I heard the stranger say, not being able to pull my head up to meet his eyes, if I did, he’d see mine filled with tears. 

I pull my wrist to my face to check the time, I'm 3 minutes late. Late. Now I'm crying, big hot tears are hitting my cheeks before I have the chance to stop them. 

“Hey hey don't cry, i'll get you a new shirt. Let me help you clean up” the stranger speaks again. 

I tilt my head up to finally look at the stranger and I can't believe my eyes. Luke Hughes. you're actually fucking kidding me. His eyes are locked with mine, I'm trying to search for words to say but I can't seem to find any. 

“H-here take my hoodie” Luke says as he pulls his hoodie off his body. Holding it out for me to grab it, taking the hoodie in my hands whispering a small “thank you” in his direction.

“you’re welcome” he says as he clears his throat, “again I'm really sorry” Luke speaks again. “It's okay” I sigh back, my eyes meeting him again, “ thank you for this, I have to go” I quickly say to him as I turn on my heel, I can feel more tears on my waterline threatening to spill. 

As I make my way away from him, rushing to find a bathroom. I hear someone shout “HEY” behind me, I turn around briefly, to see Luke still standing there “I NEVER GOT YOUR NAME, I'M LUKE” he shouts at me. “Y/N” I yell back, as I turn back around not waiting for his response.

 Im quickly rushing into the bathroom, taking in my disheveled state. Tearing off my shirt and throwing it in my bag as I put Luke's hoodie on, his scent filling my nose, he smells good I think to myself. I pull myself out of my trance quickly. Grabbing a paper towel and bringing it under my eyes and wiping away mascara that's fallen on my face. Fixing my hair, licking my lips deciding this is good enough. 

Glancing at my watch, to see that I'm now 10 minutes late. Shit. I began to run through the center, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, my chest and legs burning each step I took. 

Finally getting to the place where I'm set to have my interview. I slowly walk into the room, hoping my devils hoodie gives me brownie points and distracts them from the fact that I'm over 10 minutes late to my interview. 

  “Y/n! there you are! I was starting to think you wouldn't show!” “I'm Micheal but you can call me Mike,” Mike says to me as he holds his hand out to me, I quickly grab into a shake. “I'm super sorry I'm late” I say quickly, “I had a… coffee accident” I chuckle out. If you only know who ran into me, Mike, I say to myself. 

“Its okay, no worries! You're here now and that's all that matters!” he says back to me, i smile back at him. 

“Lets sit, and get this interview rolling” he says while pulling out a chair for me to sit in, quickly taking a seat placing my bag on the floor beside me. 

“Yes, let's get started!” I replied back, “oh nice Devils hoodie! I meant to tell you that when you walked in” he says to me. “Thank you!” I say as I look down at the hoodie. Thanking Luke in my head for bumping into me. 

“Okay let's get started, '' Mike says. Nodding my head quickly in response, i really hope I get this job, I say to myself. 

[24hlevi]

Can you do a fluff promt #24 on the second list with chishiya? I love that man sm so it would be nice!

thank you so much for requesting! 🫶

also it's literally 5 in the morning i just woke up im sorry if this is terrible

— SAFE WITH YOU

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt ("you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again.") from my 2.5k event

warnings: language

after waiting for chishiya outside of the king of diamonds, he appeared to be different. you couldn't pinpoint how exactly, but you were sure that something happened in that game that resulted in him being different towards you, as if he out of nowhere started caring about your opinions and life. the two of you walked in silence as you held the umbrella above both of you due to the rain that was progressively getting worse as time went on.

until he finally spoke.

"what do you think about the value of a human life?"

"what?" you question, turning your head to look over at him.

"i didn't realize it before but, i think of it differently now," he says, looking forward at the buildings.

"what do you mean?" you said, a confused look on your face.

"i mean-"

he was interrupted by a gunshot echoing throughout the city, and when he turned to look at you, you were suddenly on the ground, grasping your side. chishiya's eyes widened ever so slightly as he quickly looked around to see who had fired that shot, and his gaze turned dark when he spotted niragi down the road.

"shit," he cursed under his breath, crouching down beside you. "y/n, y/n, can you hear me?"

"yeah," you nodded, wincing in pain as you held the wound, your eyes closed with your head on the cement.

"i'm going to get you out of here, okay?" he says, a bit of nervousness in his voice you'd never heard before. "c'mon, i'm going to pick you up and we're going to run, alright?"

"okay," you answer, nodding your head again.

chishiya carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style and hearing another shot fire. he quickly started running in no particular direction, knowing niragi would follow him, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were still alive.

he turned and went into a building, shutting the door behind him and glancing around to see what was in there. an office building. he went down the hall and opened the door to one of the offices, going to the corner and laying you down on the ground.

you had passed out by now, and the blood was seeping through your clothes onto the floor beneath you, and he knew he had to do something fast or else you wouldn't make it. he went through the whole building grabbing items and first aid supplies that would help, and when he returned, he sat in front of you and stared for a moment.

"this is going to sting," he says, putting some rubbing alcohol on a paper towel he found and pressing it onto your wound.

you awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting up and letting out a yelp before chishiya pushed you back down onto your back.

"lay down," he tells you. "i'm trying to make sure you don't die on me."

you laid back down without a response, trying not to think about the words he said to you. this was definitely different. in the whole year you had known this man, he comes out different because of a damned killing game. you don't know what happened in that venue, but you don't really want to know either. you sat in silence as he carefully fixed you up with the limited materials he had gathered in the building, occasionally looking over at him to see how he looked. his eyebrows were furrowed together slightly in focus of stitching the wound closed, and his eyes had a new look in them, one you couldn't quite figure out.

"there, all done," he suddenly speaks, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"thank you," you mutter, slowly sitting up to lean against the wall.

"don't thank me," chishiya shook his head.

leaning your head against the wall, you let out a long sigh. "how much longer do we have to be here?"

"supposedly there's only two more games left," he answered, sitting down next to you. "one is the king of spades, which i've heard is simply a man running around killing all of us."

"great," you mumble. "let's hope he doesn't find us here, then. otherwise i'm done for," you speak quietly.

"don't worry," chishiya shakes his head. "you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again."

you look over at him in subtle shock at his words, and judging by his expression, he was shocked by his own words. "thank you," you say quietly.

"don't thank me," he repeats what he said earlier. "i've just come to realize the value of a human life, and you're the most important person in my life."

you almost couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. was this really happening? did he mean what he was saying, or was he just talking to make you feel better? surely, it couldn't be that. he wouldn't say anything like that in that kind of way. "what are you trying to say?" you ask.

"i love you," he answered.

there it was. the words you had been hoping to hear from him since the day you found yourself in love with him. part of you didn't believe it was possible, knowing the way he was. but, you finally got something good out of this world.

"i love you too."

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

VERONA- L. HOWLETT

pairing: boyfriend!logan x fem!reader

summary: you and logan are eachothers safe space, and you indulge in the comforts of eachothers arms during a storm:)

warnings: petnames and weed smoking, thats it thats all!

word count- 700 (self indulgent fluff session for my own wellbeing)

"the party’s over and you tell everybody to leave/ you leave the windows open/ let the summer wind wash over me.... when you’re in my body/ feel you deep inside me every night/ i'm coming up empty/ tryna' find the words to describe you right/ here in my verona..."- ethel cain, verona (demo, unreleased)

i had to write this because i need to be cuddled and comforted by logan and im just so in love with ethel cain and everything she creates. i recomend listening to the song (only if u want, i love listening to music when i read) to get a sense of the vibe... or to create ur own

You could hear the tiniest little creak of the old wooden floors downstairs as you lay in bed.

A low murmur, before a door shut, lock clicking firmly. Your fingers curled, digging deep into the cotton sheets.

They were cool and crisp, the wind slithering in from the opened window to let the smoke out, and the fog in.

You had invited some friends over for the afternoon, everyone cozying up in your little cottage farmhouse to watch some movies during the storm, and to light a few up.

Your boyfriend, Logan, hadn’t left your side, sitting you between his parted legs, large body taking up the entire couch as he let your upper half lay on his chest, while he stroked your hair.

A few hours had passed, the storm sputtering to a steady drizzle, as you grew sleepy on the couch, consciousness fading in and out, pulling you under like a wave.

That was when Logan had decided to call it for the evening, carrying you upstairs to your shared bedroom, sending everyone on their way.

His heavy steps creaked below you, and you heard him walk over to the windows, shutting them firmly.

You always wanted them open, just a smidge for the cool air. Tonight was no exception, and you turned your head to the soothing sound of the rain smacking the window pane, followed by Logan's steps up the stairs.

“D’you want these blown out princess?” he asked as he stepped inside, almost having to crouch under the door frame to fit through it.

Old farmhouses were not meant for massive giants like him, but he refused to change anything that didn't need to be fixed from a safety aspect, because he knew how much the old charm pleased you.

He nodded to the few candles that were flickering on the dresser, the wax slowly trickling down the tall sticks, plopping down next to Logan's box of cigars and the fresh baby's breath he had picked for you.

“S’okay, no thank you Lo. Are you staying awake?”

He smiled softly, sliding off his plaid flannel before sliding himself next to you on the bed, it creaking under his weight. “Course I’m staying awake. Who would protect you from the monsters in the attic?”

“Don't you dare say that!” you huffed, curling into his side, his chuckles vibrating your whole body as his arms wrapped around you, engulfing you in their warmth.

The hard muscle was like a cushion for you, and you clung to him, breathing in the smell of him- tobacco and pine. You stayed in his arms, listening to the rain fall as he stroked your hair, giving you the odd murmur of reassurance and kisses to the top of your head.

It was like your Verona.

A sweet, angelic utopia the two of you formed together in this little bedroom, when it was quiet, just the sync of your breaths, nothing but eager, soft touches. It was one of the only times you found true peace, was with him.

When he made you feel protected, and cherished, and loved.

Something you had been eager to find your entire life, something that had only recently emerged two years ago- when you had found him.

Moreso, when he found you.

Now you were here, in his arms, listening to his sweet praises as you dozed.

Such a sleepy girl. You did so good today princess, my lil baby having all those people over. You did such a good job. You’re so lovable, you know that bub? My sweet sweet lil girl.

You mumbled gibberish, trying to form words that sounded close to “Love you s’much”, but nothing was able to get past your lips. He watched the candles flicker, the dainty, white lace curtains swaying with the breeze as you slept.

All he could think was how lucky he was to have you, to take care of.

All he ever wanted was someone he could pour his affections onto, and not only did you receive it with touch starved, opened arms- but you gave it back just as much.

He reached over to the side table, palming a Shakespeare book you had left dog eared and tea stained to read.

And yet as he got lost in the play, all he could think of was how Romeo and Juliet had nothing, nothing compared to your guy’s Verona.

[heliumshorns]

NOT ME HAVING THE HONOUR OF BEING MUTUALS WITH ONE OF MY FAV WRITERS, HELLO?!?!?!?!?

anyways, i rlly can't stop thinking ab soft Gojo :(

just him getting super emotional while cuddling cus he's thinking ab just how much he adores and appreciates having someone in his life, who loves and sees him for who he truly is cus he's always just percieved as the strongest and not as Satoru </3 (Sugurus "Are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru, or are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest" HURTS)

it's just softness and fluff everywhere as he slowly traces his hands all over his lovers body; squeezing, caressing, tracing, overall just trying to get himself to believe: "You're here, you're real, i have you."

A tear leaving his eye as he makes eye contact with his love, and they kiss it away whilist caressing his cheeks and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but also reassuring and reminding him that yes, you deserve to be more than a weapon, you deserve to be you.

I'm so emotional ab him :((, this can also count as a request btw, i was mostly sharing brainrot cus im very much despising the jjk manga and am actively living in delusions :)

you can add some soft sex or keep it fluffy and bittersweet (if you wanna ofc, no pressure<3)

I fucking LOOOVE a soft Satoru I DONT CAREEEE

He's so adorable and it HURTS MEEE

(also, HI MOOT AND AHHHHH FAVOURITE WRITER??? I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ANYTHING PROPER YET😭😭)

tiny drabble under the cut because HDGSHHSHSH

(i didn't write smut but I am planning on working with that 😩)

The way his gentle eyes meet yours isn't enough to put into words. Or maybe it's too much. Words are complicated sometimes.

So it's understandable why Satoru doesn't speak when he gets home like this. Tired. Exhausted. Feeling like his headache is so bad not even a box of panadol can fix. Hell, he feels the pain in his soul.

But the second your soothing voice reaches his ears, it's like all of the turmoil is gone. The world reduces itself to the warmth of your skin and the smoothness of your voice. It becomes the simple moments of intimacy, where you just hold him to soothe his six eyes.

Where they can all, truly, fall shut and rest.

Like a safe space of some sorts. With your careful hands caressing his hair as you both lay, cuddling, all of the lights out. No music. No noise. Just your shared breathing, and heartbeats. How his hands rest on your back, his full weight on top of you, hair tousled and messy. His breaths deep and slow, making him slowly melt more and more into your embrace.

With gentle words and gentler touches.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, my love."

Even being called that makes tears prickle his eyes. My love. Not Satoru. Not Gojo. Not the strongest nor a weapon. Just... someone. A random guy, who met the most amazing person, and just happens to be loved. It's like when he's with you, all worries vanish. You're the calm to his storm.

Even if it isn't visible.

That's the funny thing about storms, right? If you're in the eye of the hurricane, you won't notice until you open your eyes. And he, sadly, has six of them to remind him how he's constantly fighting for his life.

Sadly, some people are born to fight. His heart yearns for the gentleness of a lover, and his body is used to fight the toughest battles. All while putting up the facade that he's the strongest. As if being referred to as such doesn't hurt him more than anyone can. Words, sadly, go through his infinity.

Something he absolutely turns off whenever near you.

It's like you manage to calm even the deepest, most obscure parts of his brain. You make him forget instinct. When he's in your arms, he doesn't need to protect himself from anything. He's safe. Your lips to his dampened cheeks that serve as a reminder that maybe he does deserve love. He deserves to not having to be The Strongest all of the fime.

"Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth

Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?"

HE DIDN'T DESERVE ITT WHAT THE FUUUUUCK HE JUST WANTED TO BE HAPPYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAH

[talaok]

Hot teach

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Summary: you force Joel to go ice-skating

Warnings: none I think, just Joel being a touchy menace

A/n: I'm not gonna lie, I wrote this mostly for myself cause I went icekating today and a girl is obsessed and I couldn't help but wonder how it would have been with my man. also i do be a lil bit tipsy so forgive me if this isn't really all that great, i just wanted to write something cute to daydream about when im falling asleep

"oh c'mon babe you're not even trying!" you laughed, watching as he gripped the banister for dear life

"I am, trust me I am, this thing it's just hard" he grunted, almost falling in the process of trying to look at you

"Joel Miller" you stated, moving so you were in front of him "You've done harder things in your life" you said, raising an eyebrow, "now c'mon, take my hands and get away from there"

He sighed, looking down at those deathly ice skates attached to his feet 

"darlin' if I die 'cause of this I'll be real mad"

"you won't die" you chuckled, holding out your hands for him "now c'mon, hold onto me"

And with great difficulty, and very very slowly, he managed to do it, he was finally away from the edge of the skate rink.

"there, see, wasn't that hard"

"I wouldn't say that exactly"

"oh shut up" you rolled your eyes "Now just like I taught you: bend your knees, then lift one foot, and try to gly"

You watched as he just stood there, looking at you uncertainly

"I'll be here the whole time, I won't let go" you promised, trying to calm his nerves

"sweetheart I don't know if I'm cut out for this type of stuff"

You smiled, reducing the distance between you

"You can do it, baby" you murmured, kissing his cheek "Just give it a try, trust me"

And so he did, almost falling, but he did nonetheless.

"there" you grinned "that was good"

"you ain't gotta lie now doll" he shook his head "Those kids over there are doing better than me" he joked, his eyes going to a group of 10-year-olds to your right

You couldn't help but laugh

"I meant for the first try" you explained "You just need a little practice"

That's how the next half hour passed: practicing.

He kept holding onto you as you skated backward to follow his movements while he moved towards you, and with time, he was even able to skate by your side, his hand still in yours and at a speed slower than a turtle's, but still, it was definitely an improvement.

Convincing him to go ice skating with you hadn't been an easy task, but (as always) you had done it. I mean, it was almost Christmas and they had built a big ice skating ring so close to your house, what else were you supposed to do but drag him to it?

"you're basically a professional" You smiled as you took a break, holding on to the edge of the rink

"absolutely" he laughed "I'm sure that kid I almost killed while falling would also agree"

"Oh yes" you giggled "I'm sure he would"

A moment passed, as you let the sound of laughter and Christmas music flow into your ears 

"You're beautiful sweetheart" he murmured, his hand now holding your waist and making you face him

"where's that coming from?" you smiled, raising your hand to fix his hair, just for it to fall to his shoulder

"I've been thinking it all day, I was just a little preoccupied before" 

"is that right?"

"sure is" he smirked, the distance between you now completely gone "You're hot when you teach me stuff, y'know?"

You laughed "Oh yeah?"

"yeah" he breathed, ghosting his lips "I've got the most gorgeous teacher in the world," he said, a moment before kissing you, like really kissing you, like it didn't matter that people and kids were all around you type of kiss.

You whimpered into his mouth as his hands traveled lower to find your ass through your jeans.

"I know what you're doing mister" you purred, leaving a quick kiss on his lips again 

"oh yeah and what's that?" he asked, not giving you time to answer before he was devouring you again, his tongue exploring your mouth ever so heavenly

"I'm sorry to break it to you Miller, but you aren't gerring out of this so easily" you smiled, crushing all his hopes "We've paid for another hour, and I'm not letting it go to waste"

"sugar c'm-"

"don't even try baby" You shook your head, leaving a soft kiss on his reddened nose "you still have a lot of practice to do" you smirked, "but hey at least you've got a hot teach"

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 1 Unexpected Meeting

All art belongs to @b-r-i-n-g-x no reposting art! Idea from @itsajjanea Note: im still on break but with how stressful life is i decided to work only on this fic so keep stress levels down! (gotta get the angst out somehow lol)

Next Chapter

Summary: SMG4 world gets shaken when he learns that SMG3 is dating someone, with this news SMG4 starts to learn what these new strange emotions he is feeling are. With a love rival now appearing in the showgrounds can Four win Three heart or will he lose the battle to a mysterious new person?  Tags: Angst, Romance, Action Adventure, jealously, love confessions, SMG4 discovers he is bi, fluff

SMG3 slaps on his cap excited for the day, he got news from Gary that a rare type of powder was on sale. Exactly what he needed to make a new type of bomb for his cafe, he gives Eggdog a kiss before snapping his fingers for the darkweb. The best part of him learning his meme powers is free travel to the dark web, he walks out humming excitedly to grab the powder when someone bumped into him. He fixes his hat and glares at the person that bumped into him, his eyes then go wide seeing a tall male blinking at him “Oh shit sorry, i didn't see you there!” He watches the person move their blonde hair from their face. 

They flash him a charming smile before offering their hand “Names Aster, and you are?” SMG3 checks out the person in front of him, he notices the orange plaid shirt with a pin of the nonbinary flag by the collar of the shirt. He rolls his eyes walking away “Watch where you're walking next time, i have something important to get!” Aster chuckles following “Oh yeah? So important, I can't have your name?” Three rolls his eyes “How about you earn it then we'll talk,” He turns, making sure to walk far away from Aster in order to get his prize. 

Aster hums as they watch SMG3 walk away, he looks around and sees the shopping center with the live auction. He smirks running over to the crowd, he has been saving money for the day the legendary star powder would be up to purchase.  He was confident no one could outbid him after all Three made sure not to spend his cafe and twitch money on things that weren't needed. He walks into the crowd excitedly watching each item go up for sale then taken by the highest bidder, he chuckles watching the losers cry at the fact they lost their prize. That’s when the last item went up “For our last item, Star powder! It's extremely rare that someone is able to crush a star into an explosive material! After all, Stars can be unpredictable and now it can be yours!! ” 

SMG3 smiles brightly holding his sign tightly ready to begin betting, once it starts he lifts his sign “I'M STARTING BIG BABY!” He bets five hundred to scare off the other bidders. He smirks when he sees the crowd slowly leaving only for his eyes to lock with purple ones “Aster?!” They chuckle, lifting their own sign “Cute numbers purple, but I can beat that.” SMG3 glared at the man as he picked up his sign raising the price. They go at this for a while before Three notices he has started to run out of gold, he breaks into a sweat as he watches Aster walking closer to him not breaking eye contact as they hold their sign “What's wrong purple, running a little low?” 

He watches as Aster lifts the sign, Three felt everything freeze as he realizes he lost. He looks at the bid and the countdown in shock, everything he worked for was for nothing as the timer hit zero making Aster the owner of the powder. They take the powder and smile at Three only to get a glare in return, they sigh showing him the bag “You know i find you cute, you seem to really want this powder for some reason so lets make a deal!” Three takes a step back, suspicious of the person in front of him. They chuckle as they take out a slip of paper “My phone number, all i ask is a date with the cute mystery guy i met here. That's all I ask, one date and I give you the powder, think on it will ya?” 

Three stares at the number surprised, he takes it and looks up seeing Aster give him a flirtatious wink. SMG3 felt himself blushing as he held the slip of paper tight watching the mysterious person walk away from him. He looked at the paper and to his surprise there really was a number written on it, this had to be some kind of dream. He snaps his fingers returning to the showgrounds confused about the events that happen, some person came out of nowhere hit on him and gave him their number. How long had it been that anyone showed interest in him, he thought back on all the people he dated. He frowns remembering how they all ended with them meeting SMG4 and leaving him to try and win over the other man's heart. 

He takes a deep breath holding back his anger from those people that lied to his face, telling him they loved him only to leave him the moment a better model walks along. He looked at SMG4 picture and felt his heart flutter “Stupid, this whole thing is stupid!” He deletes the photo from his phone and sighs, why was he putting himself through this? 

He looked at the slip of paper and slowly entered the number, he was sure that it was some pizza place. As he waits he walks over to the counter to start brewing coffee for the day, he jumps when he hears a familiar voice on the other line “Hello?” panicked, he hangs up in shock. They really did give him their number, the phone rings and in a panic threw it across the cafe breathing heavily. The phone keeps ringing until he hears a beep letting him know the song has ended, slowly he walks to his phone and picks it up to see a text “Hello, i got a call from this number who is this?” 

He stood there staring at his phone before putting it away, he had to think over this deal. He grabs his cup of coffee lost in thought about Aster, He didn't notice Four walk in with Mario. Four smiles as he taps the counter “My usual if you don't mind Three?” he frowns seeing the man not moving as he looks into his coffee, he exchanges looks with Mario “HEY SMG3!” he waves his arms still not getting the man's attention. Mario starts to scream next “S M G 3!”

Still seeing the man was lost in thought Four was getting worried he walks up to three and gently touches him. The touch broke him out of his thoughts, startled from the contact he tosses the coffee. Three frowns at his coffee now being on the floor “What the hell SMG4!?” surprised by the anger Four glares at him “I didn't do anything you were spaced out i just wanted my coffee!” Three groans handing Four a mop “Fine, clean the mess you made while I get you the drink!”

SMG4 was about to argue why he had to clean the mess when an alert from Three’s phone gets his attention, he turns to see an unknown number text SMG3. He then notices Three tense up at the sound before grabbing the phone and shoving it in his pocket, Four starts to clean up the mess watching Three. “Hey is everything okay?” SMG3 nods, finishing up the coffee and shoving it at Four “Everything is fine, i don't know why you would even care.” SMG4 grabs his coffee and walks over to Mario who swallowed a painted dynamite that Three gave him to shut him up, Four sighs then smiles softly at him causing those flutters to return “you just seemed out of it so i was worried…if you need help you can come to us after all we are friends now!”

The word friend should make him happy to hear, instead he felt pain “Yeah yeah whatever you done or you want to talk my ear off?” SMG4 shakes his head as he pays for his drink and leaves with Mario behind him demanding more spaghetti. SMG3 takes out his phone and calls the number “It's purple, i will take the deal.”

Moments later SMG3 was waiting outside the restaurant nervously, he had to remind himself that he only accepted at that moment because he really wanted to make bombs and not because of how SMG4 made him feel. Aster smiles brightly at Three “Hey you really did show up!” They take out a bag from their pocket and hand it to SMG3. Confused he takes the bag and looks inside, it was the powder. He looks up confused as his date gives him a smug look “I'm a person of my word, i find you cute and want to know you more nothing wrong with that right?” 

SMG3 blushes as he puts the bag under his hat “uh no nothing wrong with that…its SMG3 by the way.”  Aster purple eyes flashes as he gets the man's name.  Three started to feel strange before he noticed Aster offering their hand “Shall we? The food here is to die for!” They chatted during the dinner getting to know each other, it was strange for Three the more they talked the more he felt drawn to Aster. As the date ended Aster offered to walk him back to the cafe, they held hands as they kept talking “Yeah i am pretty good at building things, back when i was all about killing my neighbor i built all kinds of weapons to kill him.” Aster hums as they listen to Three taking notes on every word said. 

Why was he even telling this person all this, his mind was a mess at the moment, sure Aster was attractive but did Three truly want more with this person? They arrive at the cafe, he knew he had to say goodbye to Aster and end the night, that's when he felt his stomach flip. He didn't want to say goodbye, he turns to ask if Aster wanted to stay but freezes when he notices how close they were. The words wouldn't come out as he watches them take his hand and kiss it causing his heart to speed up and his face go red.  “I had a lovely time, you have my number hope we can do this again cutie~” 

SMG3 was at a loss of words as Aster walked away, slowly touching his face trying to relax. What was going on with him? it was almost as if he was falling for Aster, he shakes his head laughing at the thought as he walks into the cafe. He takes out his phone looking at Aster's number, slowly he shoots them a text before getting the cafe ready for the next day.  Aster chuckles seeing the text “I told you I had this in the bag,” they turn towards a black star “Soon Aster revenge will be ours!” the star laughs as Aster replies to the message “Soon your end will arrive SMG3.” Aster's eyes glow as he puts his phone away.

[fanfiction4sooya]

yeojin her as a camgirl

I'm slowly getting back into my writings, so hope you like it anon! thanks for your request by the way!!!

tw: +18, smut, size kink, strapon use, exhibitionism, hair pulling, etc; Minors do not interact.

It was an awkward start, specially since the Im Yeojin directly contacted you offering a deal for you to appear on her only fans.

You laughed, a bit taken aback by her bluntness as her eyes scanned you and she began explaining that she overhead your conversation with a friend about your family's money problems and that she could help.

"So, what do you say?" She leaned on your dorm's doorframe, her small figure seemed way too intimidating for you. "I'll make sure to cover your face, no one will ever know that you are the one with me" She stared at your face, impatience eating her insides with each second passed.

"I still have to think" You said, gulping and lowering your eyes. That whole ideia was ridiculously insane and so out of pocket.

She was somewhat famous, didn't care about people's opinions, drop dead gorgeous and she wanted to have sex with you? Like, you knew you weren't ugly, but no one knew you. You were just happy to go through life without anyone noticing you.

That's why her offer, 10k just to let her fuck you live, was way out of anything your mind has ever thought about.

"I searched about your site..." You told her, licking your ice cream after she took you shopping for lingerie just to "make friends" as she explained. "I saw you are one of the best selling content creators..." You timidly said, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. She hummed in response, leaning back on her chair.

"So now you know I make a lot of money" Her voice sounded always so cheerful that it never seemed like she was talking anything near the 'Sex on camera' thing. "Are you still not convinced?" She leaned forward very close to you, boldly licking a stripe of your ice cream. You shivered.

"Well it's not that like... about money and stuff..." You stammered, your eyes locked on hers. "I just feel shy on showing myself to..." You cleared your throat. "All of those people" She smiled up at you, clearly a predatory one. "What if I don't like women?" You whispered to her ear and she nodded.

"You don't have to like me..." Her small hand brushed a hair strand out of the view of your collarbone. "You just need to keep quiet and let me fuck you on live" You gulped. How could such an angelic face have these dirty things to do and say?

"What do you gain with this?" You managed to ask, trying hard not to let your cheeks get redder than they were.

"I gain..." She clicked her tongue. "I want it to be you" She bit her lip. "You seem perfect for what I want. You are taller and bigger than me, which is definitely...exciting"

Your eyes avoided hers again, your mind running wild for a lot of reasons.

"I want 15k" You licked your ice cream one more time, eyes locked on hers now. Her small smile opening wide and her eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Deal" Was her response.

🌸🌸-

You got in her car and she drove you to the hotel room she rented for the two of you. It was fancy and everything was carefully set, the camera, notebook, lighting, everything.

You heart was beating fast as you carefully put on a set of white lacy lingerie, your hair was down. You stared at the mirror, shame and excitement eating your brains.

She was wearing a red set, that color giving her a more sexy look to contrast with her angelic face. She fucked you with her eyes the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, a robe carefully put on over your taller frame. She reached her hand for you and sat you on the edge of the bed with her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her hand carefully on your thigh. Hot and so inviting. You hummed, nodding. "She fixed your hair a bit leaning over you, her breath hot on your cheek. "Can I kiss you?" She carefully asked and you nodded, squeezing your thighs in an anxious, horny way.

Your heart jumped on your chest when her lips touched yours. Smooth and soft at first, but you could feel on the way she pulled you into her how she wanted that, how she thought about it over and over. Her tongue immediately massaged yours when you parted lips a little and your breath hitched, melting into it. Her hand went up and down on your thigh, making you shiver and you grabbed the sheets under you as she took off the robe from you. When you finally parted ways you felt as if you were on cloud nine, whimpering in a more needy way than you intended because you knew that as long as the live kept going you wouldn't be feeling her tongue on yours because of the mask.

"We are about to start" She said lowly, her pupils blown. She placed the mask on your face, tying it up behind your head. It was a kistune mask, white with red flowers in it. It was picked carefully by Yeojin because it covered your whole face, leaving only your beautiful eyes to be seen.

You felt a little suffocated, but you felt the need to do that. No just for the money but honestly because Yeojin wanted to and you were kind of into the idea of being seen. Just kind of, of course.

"I told you guys I had something special for today" She gleefully said starting the live, pulling you to her lap as if you were just a doll.

Your heart was beating loudly, not really paying attention to what she was saying, just to her hands on your waist and how her small boobs were pressing on your back.

"I know, I have a pretty doll right?" She smiled to the camera grazing her index and middle finger on your covered nipple. You tried really hard not to squirm, but it was almost impossible.

The comments were wild, from asking her to take off your mask to them asking for her to manhandle you, to fuck your ass and do all sorts of unthinkable things to you.

"Oh you want me to fuck her in the ass?" She said, turning you around and laying you across her lap, your ass towards the camera. She massaged it, still talking to the viewers.

You felt yourself growing aroused with all that dirty talk and her hands roaming your ass, massaging it.

"Fuck, don't worry" She said reading the comments. "I get horny just by speaking to her..." She lightly slapped your ass. "This beautiful thing makes me crazy everyday" She sounded a bit out of breath. "Oh is it?" She sounded surprised, turning to your masked face. "They say your panties are getting wet" You wanted to respond but she specifically oriented you not to.

She slowly pulled your panties down and they were sticking to your wet cunt, the cold air hitting your exposed intimacy. You bit your lip, gripping the sheets again.

"Look at this..." She touched your slit to gather your wetness on the tip of her finger, creating a thread of that sticky fluid between your cunt and her hand to show on camera. "Her pussy looks pretty, yes. The prettiest..." She dipped one finger inside you, making you moan. "Oh, I think she likes that..."

She dipped it in again, but this time she pushed it further inside and you clenched, closing your eyes. She started pumping her fingers at a strong, rapid pace and almost losing control over her own actions. She was trying her best to put on a show for her viewers, but she underestimated how badly she wanted you.

She wanted that since she first saw you on the hallways with your cute shy smile and amazing body. Since then she knew she needed to have you.

She grabbed one of the vibrators she placed nearby where she wanted you, turning it on and grazing it from your back to your thighs and next to where you wanted it the most. You were shaking like a leaf on a windy day. She took off her fingers from your wet pussy, licking them and mumbling how delicious you tasted.

"Isn't she such a cute doll?" Her voice dripped with arousal, and you could feel by how her free hand grabbed your hip that she was hitting her breaking point. "I'll fuck her good, don't you worry" She said.

Next thing you knew the vibrator was on your clit.

"yeojinie..." You whispered, taking her off guard. She gulped and exhaled sharply, pulsing hard. No one else could really hear your voice or what you said, and honestly she didn't want them to listen that part. She wanted to keep that cute way you said her name engraved on her mind and her mind only.

Without a warning she pushed it inside your hole and you could feel how thick that thing was, hitting your walls repeatedly as she kept talking to the camera as if nothing was happening. You were staring to feel yourself getting wetter, the pink vibrator coated on that thick white liquid coming out of you.

Suddenly she stopped, leaving a warm kiss on your hip and lightly pushing you off her lap, pulling the vibrator out of you. You whined when she pulled you entirely onto the bed, carefully placing you on all fours with your pussy still displayed on camera. You heard the notifications go insane with the chat and donations, but yeojin wasn't even paying attention to that anymore.

The only thing she could see was you. And she wanted you.

Getting on her knees, she kissed the back of your thighs admiring how beautifully exposed you were for her. That feeling of ownership was growing alongside with her wish to make you feel good. She looked back at the camera and the laptop to make sure both of you were on the frame, smiling and then licking a long wet stripe from your clit to your slit. Your scream muffled by the mask made her grin and grab your thick thighs to push her face further onto your pulsing cunt.

"God, your taste is so addicting" She told you, moaning while taking one hand to her own pussy and lightly rubbing it over her red thong. She shook, knowing damn well her viewers were going insane with that little action of hers.

They liked to see how her petite self fucked you hard and good and honestly? She did it too. Yeojin was honestly used to the fact everyone loved to manhadle her given her smaller frame, but she wanted to experience that too. She thrived on the idea of making someone her doll to play with.

She let go of your swollen pussy with a pop, putting on a show to make them see how wet she got you.

"Stay like that, don't move" She told you, massaging your folds then getting up to the bedside table. You could see when she put on the leather harness, a big dildo attached to it. You gulped, moaning and swaying your hips unintentionally to the camera.

'Fuck, I'm so aroused' Was the only thought inside your brain as she approached you, positioning your body in a way they couldn't see your pussy anymore, only your arched back and the profile of your bobs.

She picked up the camera from her tripod to film herself stretching you, her mischievous tone dripping lust. Your hips were in the air and your face down and she felt herself go weak, her heart also beating fast as hell inside her chest.

"Look at this..." She said, tapping your slit with the tip of the strap and making you jolt. "I always dreamed of doing this... fuck" She slowly pressed the tip to your aching hole, entering you little by little as you squirmed. "My little fuck doll" She cheerfully said, zooming in on your stretched hole.

Her free hand held your hip tightly, roughly pulling you into her and knocking the air out of your lungs. You moaned, your left hand instinctively seeking hers and scratching her arm as she pounded into you.

"Yeojin, oh my god" You loudly said and she slapped your ass, pulling your hair next and lifting your masked face from the mattress.

"I didn't knew dolls could talk" She continued her hard pace, placing the camera on the mattress in an angle that your body could be seen. She held both your wrists behind your back as she kept slamming her big cock inside you and you rolled your eyes to scream into the mask.

You were sure you came, but the way she fucked you felt so fucking good that you didn't wanted to stop as the arousal was still there.

"Fuck, I need to kiss you" She said onto your ear and you shook your head negatively, still very conscious of the fact that you were the one that couldn't be recognized. "I'll stop the live then" The rhythm was slower now that she was speaking to you, only that wet sound was more audible than your voices.

"You'll lose m-money" You managed to say between sobs and she scoffed.

"I don't care" She pulled it off, picking up the camera. "I am sorry babies, we had a slight inconvenience now but soon we'll be back" She immediately turned it off on the laptop and went back to where she left you, turning you around and ripping that damn mask off.

That kiss was rough and needy as your tongues sloppily battled against each other, she placed you on your back on the edge of the bed and slammed the fake cock inside your pussy one more time, her breath was heavy and there was sweat dripping from her forehead to her chin but she looked absolutely beautiful.

Animalistic, but beautiful.

"You have no idea how many times I pictured your pussy stretched out for me like this" She growled, kissing you.

"Please please, keep doing that" You held her face with one hand and the other pulled onto the harness, kind of guiding her hips into yours. "y-yeojinie, don't stop please p-lease fuck" She kept that hard pace, her eyes locked on yours and her tongue deep inside your mouth.

"If you call me yeojinie one more time I'm going to fucking cum too" She said smiling against your lips as her eyes rolled, her clit extremely stimulated by the strap as well.

"Yeojinie... yes baby, argh" You did it on purpose, your pussy clenching hard against her dick as you felt your climax wash over you, your body beautifully arching off the bed as she kept fucking you. Her orgasm hit as well, her eyes closing. Your moans and hers mixed up in a beautiful harmony.

She kept bucking her hips into yours with her eyes closed, kissing your lips kind of in a haze, hypnotized by the way your body felt against hers. You and her slowly stopped the kiss, her wet body against yours in a delicious way.

"I think you turned the live off too soon" You said, feeling a bit guilty for not wanting to take off the mask.

"I don't care" She rested herself against you. "They've seen you enough" She kissed your neck. "But don't worry mask girl..." Her thumb playfully grazed against your nipple and you hissed. "If you are that worried about my viewers, we can do this a second time" She kissed you in the lips and you returned it.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

[yongility]

NEO TV # I LIKE ME BETTER WHEN I'M WITH YOU. (jaehyun x reader) 5/?

genre: angst, suggestive, gang au, rich kid au, enemies to lovers (kinda), a lil of fluffy stuff. slowburn, series.

warnings: drug use mentions, gangs, fights, use of weapons, adult language, illegal activities, cheating (not on the main couple), toxic family environment, addictions, manipulation, insecurities, illegal street racing, death mentions. jeno is jaehyun's younger brother, angst, smut and if I slip something my bad haha.

word count: +10k?

a/n: IT'S YONGILITY COMEBACK!!!! Haha I'm sorry this took too long to post!! But I wasn’t feeling it y'know? I couldn’t write anyyyyything to my liking, I was like in a block mood:( but here it is. IM SORRY I gotta confess that it faces me the ick when I try to write smut HAHAHHA but some of you asked so i deliver 🙂‍↔️.

I'm sorry if this is too long TT, but this is kinda a slowburn? it might contain a lot of parts so wait for part 6! One of the reasons this is long af it's because I would like to show you how Jaehyun and (Y/ N's life is before they get together! So pls pls don't skip anything I hope you like it!

if you want to be in the taglist, just lemme know;) enjoy!

When the atmosphere had changed; when the music no longer thumped in their ears and the roar of the engines was left behind, the silence was torturous in the strange scene they found themselves in.

It was rare to see Jung Jaehyun, Wong Lucas, and Mark Lee in the same place these days.

It had been almost a year since they had last properly spoken to Mark, and that last time had not been very pleasant.

Lucas preferred to bury that memory deep in his mind, where he could almost forget it; however, Jaehyun remembered it vividly… he recalled shouting, hurtful words, and maybe even a fight…

And now, being there, in Lucas's house, face to face, felt almost like a dramatic scene. Lucas could feel the strong tension between the two boys in front of him; they had been at his house for quite a while but hadn't said a word since they arrived, and it was making him nervous.

“What do you know and how do you know it?” Jaehyun blurted out harshly, his arms crossed over his chest, staring intently at Mark.

Mark let out a sigh and swallowed slowly.

Jaehyun's gaze was never easy to hold.

Talking about the incident with Winwin and everything that had happened as a result was something that still moved him, and it was hard to find just the right words.

But he had to do it.

Jaehyun needed closure as much as he did.

“After our argument that day, I really needed answers. I couldn’t see what had happened and do nothing,” he began to explain. “The nights were endless for me, I went days without sleeping, the situation with Winwin really affected me… and that’s when I found Qian Kun. He… he’s from China, like Winwin. Right now, he’s not related to any gang, but… he knows a lot of people, here and there, he has a lot of contacts. He told me he would help me find out who sent those people to Winwin’s house.”

“In exchange for what?” Lucas questioned.

“Protection,” Mark answered curtly without looking at either of the two boys in front of him. “Kun fled the gang he was part of in China… he has no support from anyone. Kun knows a lot about many people in that gang, he was one of the youngest members to join. He knows everything about them and thinks they will come looking for him one day… if they aren’t already,” he explained.

Jaehyun kept his gaze fixed on him but now with a hint of confusion.

“Why would you trust someone who fled his gang? You didn’t even know him before, the guy just showed up and offered to find all this information for you?” Jaehyun asked incredulously. “I don’t know about you, but that sounds like bullshit to me,” he said to Lucas. “How do we know he isn’t lying?”

“Why should we believe you?” Lucas now questioned.

“There would be no reason for me to lie about this,” Mark clarified while still under the questioning gazes of the boys in front of him. “Kun and I have common interests.”

“What’s Kun’s story?” Lucas asked. “Why did he leave his gang to come to SM City?”

“Is that really necessary?”

“I don’t trust someone who fled their gang,” Jaehyun responded.

Mark sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “People from his gang killed his girlfriend in front of him,” he said shortly.

Lucas and Jaehyun flinched at the thought of the sight Kun must have seen, and they both kept quiet.

“They thought she was a mole. That she was selling whatever type of information she heard from Kun to their rival gang,” Mark continued. “They shot her in front of him. No second thoughts. Nothing… He was going to propose the day after that.”

Jaehyun always knew that gang life came with a lot of risks. He knew there would always be fights, threats, and in the worst-case scenario… he knew death was just around the corner. He knew he was hurt from his friend's accident, but he couldn’t imagine the kind of pain this Kun guy had felt when his girlfriend was killed right in front of him.

To know that the person you loved most… with whom you were committed to building a life together, creating something new; vanished so quickly that you couldn’t even say goodbye. To have imagined a life with that person, only to have any beautiful illusion you created in such a horrible life taken away.

Not even the good moments could be enjoyed while they were part of Neo Zone.

“That’s why he fled,” Mark continued. “The night his girlfriend was killed, Kun left the city, he couldn’t even say goodbye to her. That’s why he knows they are looking for him, they think he’s also selling information,” he finished.

“So…” Lucas cleared his throat.

“So Kun understands what it felt like when I tried to find answers as to why, why they did that to Sicheng's family. And he decided to help me, in exchange for being able to take shelter in my house and for me to provide him protection.”

“That guy is staying at your house?” Jaehyun asked incredulously.

“It’s part of the deal,” Mark replied. “Look guys, what I’m about to tell you is crucial information… and I’m not here to tell you expecting us to do something about it. I just know that you need closure just as much as I did,” he commented as he approached them.

“I don’t need closure,” Jaehyun said. “I need to make them suffer the same way Winwin has been suffering for the past year”

“There’s no way to do that,” Mark assured. “And before anything, I… I really want to apologize to you. Especially to you, Jaehyun.” Mark turned his gaze to the mentioned boy and could notice the coldness in his eyes.

“You blamed me” Jaehyun said with a deep voice. “You put the blame on me” he repeated.

“I was angry, okay? And I know that doesn’t justify anything, but I was hurt and I didn’t what to do” Mark explained.

“So was I! Do you know how many times I couldn’t sleep thinking of your words? How they may be true? How many times I tried to imagine what would have happened if I stayed with Sicheng instead of going to make that delivery? When you put the blame on me, I blamed myself day and night. The three first months I couldn’t even go to see Winwin on the hospital without thinking that was my fault. I was so angry with you, with myself that u didn’t knew if I could kept going… and when I realized that it wasn’t my fault… I told myself that I would do anything to find who did it and that I have to do the same thing to them so they would know how Winwin is feeling every passing day.”

The frustration in Jaehyun's voice was noticeable. Lucas understood his friend; after all, he was the one who had accompanied him throughout that phase. On the day of Winwin's accident, Lucas had actually lost three friends. The first, in the hospital, left to the mercy of the universe; the second, Mark, who decided to take a different path; and the third, Jaehyun, who was never the same after the situation.

Jaehyun had always been a curt person, but when the quartet of friends got together, it was as if a different air hit Jaehyun. When the four of them were together, he could feel how he himself loved joking around with them, maybe forgetting a little about his life in Neo Zone and together imagining what life would be like if their reality weren't real.

But when Mark Lee decided to change his path after blaming him for Winwin's accident, it was as if he had lost the little spark he had within him.

“I know, that’s why I’m apologizing,” murmured Mark.

“Right now, your apologies make no difference,” Jaehyun confessed.

Mark remained silent and nodded slowly, taking a moment to think things through and how the next confession could turn the whole world upside down.

His eyes moved to Jaehyun's neck, where the gang tattoos were visible, then to Lucas's body, where the same tattoo was visible on his upper arm thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. After swallowing hard, he could feel the heat in his abdomen, where the same mark was.

It disgusted him.

It disgusted him to think that all this was something they could never erase, in some way, and that the memory of the gang would always be with them, imprinted on their skin with no chance of disappearing.

It was as if it burned his skin.

“I just want to let you know, that after I tell you everything I know, there’s no way you can take matters into your own hands,” Mark warned. “I needed closure, knowing what caused all this might help… and I think you deserve that closure too.”

“Get to the point,” Lucas demanded, crossing his arms.

“It was Sooman,” he blurted out without hesitation. Direct and clear.

Jaehyun might have misheard, “What did you say?”

“The person who caused all this was Sooman,” he repeated firmly.

“What are you talking about? You’re crazy,” Lucas muttered.

While Jaehyun remained silent and processed the words, the image of his boss lingered in his mind. He knew Sooman was capable of many things; he had seen them himself, but there was no way he would do something like that to Sicheng’s family.

Why would he do it? If Winwin’s father was one of his best men? Who offered him more loyalty?

Mark Lee’s words simply didn’t make sense.

“I thought I told you not to mess with this,” Jaehyun threatened through gritted teeth.

“I’m telling the truth!” Mark exclaimed. “It was hard for me to understand at first too, but after going over the matter many times, it made sense.”

“Sense?” Jaehyun asked. “It makes no sense. Sooman can be many things, but why would he do that to my Uncle Dong? He was one of his most loyal men; it would be foolish of him to do something like that.”

“It may be foolish, but for someone with the power Sooman has, it doesn’t matter,” Mark insisted. “And he has enough power to have hidden this for a year.”

“Let’s go,” Jaehyun said, giving Lucas a light pat on the back. “I’m not listening to this guy any longer.”

“No matter how much you try to deny it, this is the truth, Jaehyun.”

“But why would Sooman do something like that?” Lucas now intervened.

“It took me time to understand, but by finding all the threads, I was able to piece it together. This accident isn’t the only thing he’s been responsible for,” Mark explained. “Our Uncle Dong had planned to leave the gang; I don’t know if his plan was to try to get out through Sooman or just flee,” he said. Jaehyun and Lucas looked at him confused, and he continued. “Do you remember that time when we were gathered at Jaehyun’s house and Sicheng asked if, hypothetically speaking, he moved to China, would we make the effort to visit him?”

The two boys nodded.

“Winwin already knew about his father’s plans to leave SM City,” Mark clarified. “Sooman found out about this through Cheol Uk; he thought Uncle Dong was planning a betrayal. After all, he was one of his closest men and knew more information than any of us should know,” he paused. “That led him to where he is now.”

“But why would Uncle Dong want to return to China? He left there to work for Sooman here in SM City, he had a settled life and a high position in the gang,” Lucas questioned. “Why would he leave all that to go back to the place he initially sought to escape from?”

“Uncle Dong found out many things in the last few months before he died,” Mark explained, looking at Jaehyun. “He realized that at any moment, Sooman could do to him what he had done to others…” he paused, swallowing slightly.

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun inquired.

“When Sooman realizes that his best men might turn against him… he thinks it’s easier to just get rid of them,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Because that’s exactly what he did to your dad, Jaehyun.”

“What?”

That word got stuck in his throat. He could barely voice it. He wanted to understand and process what Mark had just said, but it was difficult.

It was difficult because just mentioning his dad, his mind clouded with memories of that night when his father died. He remembers seeing the blood spread all over the floor, remembers the sound of the gunshots deafening his body, and above all, remembers how much that situation changed his life.

The words didn’t process in his mind. He spent years trying to find out who had killed his father, but he took it for granted when Sooman said it had been Busan gang members.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Who did Mark Lee think he was to come with all this?

“You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up,” Jaehyun said with anger as he got closer to Mark and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Fuck this shit, Yoonoh, I’m telling you the truth,” Mark spat. “You can’t be all defensive about this shit. What I know is the truth. You wanna know all these years who did that to your pops? Well, I’m telling you, it was fucking Sooman,” Mark said close to him.

Lucas tried to pull Jaehyun back by his shoulder but couldn’t do anything.

“Sooman was the one who ordered the shooting the night you were out with your dad. And if you’re wondering why? It was because he needed to get rid of your father before he gained more power than him… that’s why he took you under his wing… because he knew he could manipulate you and make you work his way… something he couldn’t do with your dad anymore,” Mark said as he felt Jaehyun’s grip loosen on his neck until he could take a few steps back. “Something he couldn’t do with Uncle Dong either.”

Jaehyun looked him directly in the face, and his whole body shivered.

“The night of Winwin’s accident, he wasn’t supposed to be there. The attack was only meant for Uncle Dong… Sooman wanted to do to Winwin the same thing he did to you,” he explained. “That’s why in the first months of treatment, he was supporting us… he wanted to clear his name and not have us suspect him.”

Jaehyun and Lucas remained silent for a minute, then Jaehyun moved furiously and tried to leave the place.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he said through gritted teeth as he tried to head for the door, but Lucas and Mark stopped him.

“I told you I wasn’t going to tell you all this for you to do something stupid,” Mark said. “What will you do? Try to kill him? As soon as you do, they’ll put a bullet in your head.”

“I don’t give a shit; I want them to suffer the same way Winwin has suffered… the same way my father suffered,” Jaehyun explained, feeling a lump in his throat.

He couldn’t allow himself to be weak.

Not when he had discovered what he had been wanting to know for so long.

“Trying to take revenge won’t change things; if anything, it will make them worse,” Lucas said after a while.

“You couldn’t get close to Sooman even if you wanted to; you know you can’t bring him down. It’s you against a hundred other people in the gang,” Mark continued. “You wouldn’t get out alive even if you begged all the saints.”

“Why would you tell me all of this if I couldn’t do shit about it?” Jaehyun asked, breathing deeply.

“Because I know you needed answers… the same way I did,” Mark replied. “Jaehyun, I know my word doesn’t mean anything to you, but please don’t fuck it up,” he asked. “I know you’re a smart guy. Be smart and don’t get in trouble. You got your answers now, be wise with your decisions.”

The boy remained silent and looked at the whole room in front of him.

His head was going to explode if he didn't get out of there immediately. Everything was spinning, as if the moment of realization was eating him alive. He had waited for this for months, but now that he knew everything... what would change?

Now he only wanted to know the best way to take matters into his own hands.

He needed divine justice.

It was as if it were his only goal right now.

Maybe remembering the moment he had lived hours earlier with Winwin finally having a reaction was what made him think more and more about the situation.

But making a rash decision right now would be putting his life on the line.

How much did he value his life to do it?

_______________________________________________

The clock was perhaps about to strike 1:00 am. She wasn't sure. She had stopped checking the time maybe a while ago.

Her mind couldn't stop spinning around the same issue over and over again.

The issue being none other than Jaehyun.

Lying on her bed in the silence of her room, (Y/N) could hear the beats of her heart resonating in her ears.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

She had called Jaehyun maybe fifty times by now, but her phone lay silent on her nightstand.

She wanted to understand everything. She wanted to understand Jaehyun.

But it was so difficult.

Her mind couldn't process all the events and emotions that had happened in just one day... from experiencing Winwin's reaction at the rehabilitation center, to feeling ecstatic in Jaehyun's company, only to have it all fall apart with Mark Lee's arrival.

She wanted to understand but couldn't.

What was it that Mark wanted to talk to Jaehyun about?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Perhaps her heartbeats were drowned out by the knocks on her window because she could barely react when she saw a silhouette outside.

How could Jaehyun dare to do that?

When she could finally react, her body leaped a mile a second from her bed, and when she opened the window, she could see how agitated the boy was, and without thinking twice, she threw herself against him to support him against her chest.

Jaehyun said nothing, just placed his weight on the girl's body.

He knew he had lost when seeking her comfort was necessary to get through this night.

He knew he had lost when he couldn't even finish breaking free from her embrace.

Jaehyun's head would surely explode at any moment. His whole day had been an emotional rollercoaster, everything that had happened was piling up more and more in his mind, but he didn't want to break. He couldn't allow himself to.

One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Perhaps more time had passed while they were in that position, but even though she quite liked the moment, (Y/N) had to end it.

"Come in before someone notices you're here," she murmured, pulling him inside the room.

"Are your parents home?" the boy asked quietly.

"Not yet. They went out for a 'business dinner,' but my dad's guards are still lurking around," she explained, leading him to her bed. After a few minutes of silence, she continued. "Why are you here? What happened with Mark?" she asked quietly.

Without a single word, (Y/N) could see how broken Jaehyun was at that moment.

He didn't even look her in the eyes, his hands barely able to caress hers, and his shoulders were tense.

It was strange to see him like that, and it made her want to know what had happened.

"Right now, you're the only one who can keep me on track," Jaehyun murmured.

(Y/N) swore her heart could break right then and there.

"Jaehyun? What are you talking about? What happened?" she asked, trying to catch his gaze but failing.

Jaehyun sighed. "I really don't want to think about it right now. I don't want to overthink it any more than I already have. I need to block all that out for a moment."

"Jaehyun..." the girl murmured. "I want to understand you."

"Please, not now."

Why was she able to bring out all his vulnerability?

And she didn't even notice when a tear fell onto her hand.

He couldn't cry. Not right now. Not in front of her.

"Jaehyun..."

"Let's not talk about it now," he murmured, placing his hand on the girl's jaw and pressing his lips to hers. "I need to forget."

He didn't know how he got to this point, but he could taste the cherry flavor of the girl's chapstick, mixed with the salty taste of the tear that had run down to his lips.

He didn't even know when the kiss had turned into an unbridled one.

He needed to free himself.

He needed to forget everything.

The girl melted into the kiss. It felt like being in the clouds, feeling Jaehyun's long hands partially caressing her body. Now, she felt familiar with Jaehyun's lips and felt safe with him.

And it felt good to see a different side of Jung Jaehyun's reality.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

(Y/N) felt euphoric when Jaehyun put his hands on her waist and helped her settle into his lap. Her body felt warm; she was sure her cheeks were red, and she believed the color would turn even redder when she let out a small moan feeling Jaehyun underneath her.

She felt a smile on her lips, and then Jaehyun's kisses moved to her neck.

"I don't know how you manage to distract me from anything out there," she said about her neck.

"Jae," she moaned slightly.

"You're gonna make me lose my shit," he said in her lips.

Jaehyun's lips moved to the girl's neck to gently stroke the area, his hands on her waist made the grip deeper and brought her even closer to him. Making her moan again.

"My parents could arrive at any moment," she said, with her head back and her eyes closed. Passing her hands through Jaehyun's hair and playing with it.

Jaehyun removed his lips from the girl's neck and turned to look at her with a loving smile.

"Tell me to stop right now if you want to," he asked with a dazed look while returning his kisses to the girl's neck, leaving them marked there.

The girl tightened her hands on the boy's hair and moaned.

"I need to hear it from your words, beautiful baby," Jaehyun asked.

(Y/N) moved her hands to Jaehyun's jaw and pulled him closer to give him a chaste kiss.

She shook her head and smiled. "I don't want you to stop now or ever," she assured him.

Jaehyun moved his hand to the girl's leg and maneuvered her position until she lay on her back on the bed, with Jaehyun over her and caressing every part of her body.

The pajama shirt that was placed over her torso disappeared after a few seconds, and the words got stuck in her mouth when Jaehyun gently touched her breasts.

She couldn't think of anything other than the man in front of her.

Doing everything. Touching everything. Loving everything.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Jae~ please~" she asked between moans.

"Please, what baby?"

"Please touch me. Anywhere. Just don't stop" she said.

Jaehyun smiled slightly, taking her little short off and leaving her all exposed to Jaehyun's mercy.

A breathy moan escaped her lips when his digits started to make their way towards her sensitive bundle of nerves. (Y/N) whined when he put more pressure in the spot, making her buck her hips towards him, provoking a smile in Jaehyun's face.

And it was then when he coated his middle and index finger with his saliva and slows inserted his fingers into her. She gasped at the stretch and her hands went to take a grab on her sheets not being able to word something out thanks to the incoherent moans she was letting out.

"Yeah baby, keep moaning like that" he asked dumbfounded.

He pulled (Y/N) into a heated kiss while he kept finger-fucked her, keeping his rhythm making her even wetter as every thrust from his fingers was made.

She could swear she could see stars just by the way his fingers entered her every passing second. She is unable to voice a praise for Jaehyun, but she thinks he doesn't care, because it looks like he prefers moans and whines.

"You look to fucked out and it's just been my fingers" he said kissing her neck and then going straight for her breasts.

She tried to adjust her legs more so he can have more accessibility to her entrance and that gives him the green light to keep with everything. So his pace became faster and harder. His fingers were coming in and out reaching a sensitive spot inside of her. Sensitive enough to be close to cumming.

"Fuck, Jae... 's getting too much" she said bucking her hips towards his fingers and the hand that Jaehyun had free was in her abdomen trying to pin her to the bed.

A strangled moan escaped her mouth and the knot in her stomach was getting tighter.

She can barely see the smile Jaehyun had in his face, but when she was so close to cum, he took out his fingers, to lick all of her arousal up and then kissing her.

"You're so pretty" he worded. "Even so dumbfucked like this" he clean the sweat in her forehead while smiling. "I'm gonna make you feel so good"

"Yes, Jae?" She smiled. "Gonna make me feel good?"

"So good baby, you won't be able to word something out"

The heat of the night was making her feel like she was in cloud nine. So that's why her hands sneakily found the waistband of his jeans; tugging the material of the way trying to get a hold of his dick but Jaehyun stopped her grabbing her hand and taking matters in his own hands and taking his jeans off along with his underwear releasing his throbbing cock. (Y/N) hands went straight to palm his dick and draw a line in one of the prominent veins that were situated in his hardness.

"Baby, could you spread those pretty legs for me?" (Y/N) did as she was told so and spread her legs just for Jaehyun be able to position between them. She liked how Jaehyun could be so vocal while she just was a mess under him, Jaehyun dick twitched just at he sight of her being so ready to have him, looking all pretty underneath him and then he didn't waste any more time as he took his cock in his hand to line up his tip in her dripping cunt.

They both let out moans as he pushed forward until she was filled up. His eyes were looking right to the middle of both of them, watching greedy the way his dick disappeared into her entrance. Just as it was made for him to fill up.

"God, Jaehyun...i feel so full" she whined as she rolled her eyes and started letting out messy moans.

"Y'a feel me in there, pretty girl?" He asked as he put his hand on her stomach seeing the bulk that was there.

"Yes Jae! You're so deep"

Hearing that was enough to Jaehyun to lose his mind and pulled his hips back, dragging so slowly his tip along her sensitive walls and then smack his hips, burying his entire girth inside of her cunt with a messy moan.

His pace was like that the next minutes. Reporting his motion over and over again, leaving some kisses here and there while he got a grip in her hips trying to keep her in place when he slammed his cock so deep in her.

Jaehyun was just too pussydrunk that he had to start pound into her sopping cunt to keep him sane. "Gonna fill you up. So hard. You'll only think of me the rest of your life"

"Fuck yes. Want that, want that so bad"

She didn't think Jaehyun could go harder, but she was wrong, because the moment she mouthed that word out, the pace of his hips were insane, slamming so good all the way up to her cervix making her let the most filthiest moans he could ever hear. He reached out her clit with one of her hands and started to play with it to make her cum.

She didn't know how she could last this longer but it was enough when Jaehyun slammed into an specific point that she just lost it. She let out a strangled moan and she gripped his shoulders as her life dependent on it. She saw white flashed light the moment she came, feeling all of her arousal coat Jaehyun's coat as he fucked her drip into her. A couple of thrust more were enough for Jaehyun to release his seed into her, letting a grunt out and steady himself.

"You did such a great job baby" he whispered as he moved himself to lay beside her and embrace her in his arms. He looked to her sleepy eyes and wiped some of her sweat out of her forehead to then let a small kis in there. "Such a pretty baby"

Being too worked out to speak, she rested her head into his chest to fall asleep in his embrace, feeling the sweet kisses Jaehyun was leaving in her head and zoning out.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Possibly now the clock was approaching 4:00 am. Jaehyun hadn't been able to sleep at all.

After the euphoria had subsided from his body... The events of the previous day returned to terrorize his mind.

He lightly caressed (Y/N)'s shoulder as his head spun. What could he do? What would he do? Even with the faint light entering through the window of the room, he could observe the space around him; he swore that the girl's room was three times larger than his own living room. He wanted to take a look around at his surroundings and noticed that everything there was much more expensive than he could ever afford.

The room's atmosphere was far more than he was used to.

Much more than he could fit into.

Realizing all of this in such a short time was like a slap in the face to himself.

Because he never deserved (Y/N), no matter how much he wanted to.

And he didn't want to drag another person into a hole they couldn't escape from.

Mark's words echoed in his head, and Qian Kun's story ended up burning him... Because if he continued with all this... would (Y/N) end up like Kun's girlfriend? Like his father? Like Winwin?

Just thinking about it made him feel an overwhelming urge to vomit.

But what an unjust life.

Didn't he even have the right to love?

Jaehyun couldn't hide his past and erase his present. If he wanted to do it, he had to face it, but... How could he confront Sooman if he couldn't come out of it alive?

How could he say goodbye to what was embracing him right now?

But if he wanted the justice he needed... He had to do it, even if it cost him something precious, he had to do it.

Even so, there was no way he could fulfill anything that (Y/N) wanted.

They didn't live in the same reality, and it wouldn't end well for either of them.

So, giving one last look at the sleeping girl beside him, he managed to get out of bed and gather his things to dress as quietly as possible... walk towards the window and see her one last time before fleeing from there.

No explanation. No farewell.

Not knowing if it was the last time they would meet in life.

And he regretted it so much.

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[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: the moment of truth. Can you and Bradley work out your differences?

A/n: oml im so sorry for the long wait. i just kind dropped off the face of the earth. i didnt really have any motivation to write but now i'm back! this chap is kinda short but another will be posted on Tuesday :D

Warning(s): angst, estranged family

Part 9: Sometimes I wish I was 10

Before Jake, you never really fully believed in cloud nine. Now though, as you giddily walk through the halls of camp, your body tingles with newfound excitement. Electricity practically flows through your veins.

"I take it the date went well?" Amy's voice comes from behind you. Normally, you would have chastised her for sneaking up on you, but for now, you just smile as your cheeks slightly redden. Amy's smile widens even more as she latches onto your arm. "Oh my gosh! You have to tell me everything! And, I MEAN everything!" The both of you giggle as you push open the door to the gym.

The rest of your team turns to the pair of you and it's no secret that they're curious about your date. Carlos certainly isn't subtle as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Jensen's the only one (besides Amy) who vocally asks you how you went. Just as you're about to recount last night's events, the doors swing open and a panting Bradley stands there.

Silence spreads for a couple seconds as Bradley gathers his breath. Offering a shaky smile, he rubs at the back of his neck. "Sorry for, uh, barging in, but I'm here to talk to Braidy."

When Nolan clears his throat, you roll your eyes and turn to face Jensen again. "We'll give you two a minute," he says and your eyes widen. No way he was actually going to leave you alone with Bradley?

Jensen gives you a small pat on the shoulder as your team shuffles by and out of the gym. The door closes behind them and each step that Bradley takes towards you seems to get louder.

Your fists clenched tightly together as you will yourself not to turn around. Turning around means acknowledging that Bradley's standing less than five feet away from you. The brother who abandoned you and seemingly forgot your existence bites his lip as he tries to find the right words. "(y/)– Braidy, please just hear me out."

"What if I don't want to?" 'Idiot, why'd you respond?'

"I'll keep finding you and repeating what I'm going to say. I'll keep apologizing until the world stops spinning. I know that sorry doesn't make up for the years of pain I put you through. That sorry won't just magically fix us. That it won't undo all the words I said. But, please Braidy, at least let me make it up to you."

Make it up to you? What if there's nothing that can be done? What if you're finally done with Bradley and that painful chapter of your life?

"I don't care Bradley. I don't want to fix us."

"Braidy, you're my sister–"

"SO I WASN'T YOUR SISTER BACK THEN?" you yell before you can properly think. There's a heavy burn in your chest and a part of you think it'll burst any moment. Every breath you take feels as though you're inhaling smoke. Your eyes meet Bradley's and the suffocating feeling vanishes.

You feel like you're ten again. A fifteen-year-old Bradley wipes the fat tears that roll down your cheeks. One hand comes up to ruffle at your hair and he quietly cooes at you to stop crying. Soft reassurances of 'everything is gonna be okay' repeat after one another as more tears fall.

The calm and warm reassurance that Bradley constantly provided for you returns and it scares you. It scares you that after so much pain and heartbreak, Bradley can still make you feel so warm with just a simple look.

It's almost as though nothing has changed and time hasn't past. And if you're completely honest, that thought doesn't invoke any fear. Because right now, in this moment as you stare into your brother's eyes, you wish you were ten again.

Bradley slowly lifts a hand to wipe at the tear that rolls down your cheek. His other hand wrap around the back of your head and brings you closer. Soft whispers come from Bradley's lips but you hardly hear them over your sobs.

"Everything's going to be okay. Just let me make it up to you."

"…You can’t…” you whisper as you push yourself out of Bradley's arms. Furiously wiping at your cheeks, your arms wrap around your torso as you direct your gaze to the floor. "I can't even look at you, Bradley. Every time that I do, I'm just reminded of the worst event of my life. I don't think you can make it up to me, so just, please, leave me alone." You take a step back and swallow the lump at the back of your throat. "I'm happy with the life I've made. I'm happy with my friends and family. I appreciate you apologizing, but I don't accept it."

Before Bradley can say anything, you quickly turn and walk out of the gym. Weirdly enough, the weight returns and it feels like you can't breathe. Walking away from Bradley might be the wrong decision, you think. But, that doesn't stop you from continuing down the halls.

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[mikathemonster]

"candlelit treasures"

author's note: according to Google Docs, I started this one in LATE JANUARY... so yeah it's been a while. like damn. im embarrassed. but here it is guys!! I honestly got so busy and have been in and out of depressive episodes with how little personal time I now get, but it's all gonna be worth it once I get these major projects out of the way (I'm working on films)! anyways HERE'S YOUR MAN COME AND GET HIM

Pairing: Kíli / Gender-Neutral Reader

Word Count: 4,368

summary: busy days and royal duties have worn down your poor lover, so it's time to let him feel just how much you treasure him.

content warnings: nsfw, porn with a little plot if you squint, soft nsfw, cunnilingus, blowjob, penetration, pet names (starlight), riding, switch! reader, switch! kíli, whining/moaning men (my favorite), all the fun stuff <3

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

In the dimly lit room where candles illuminated what the fireplace could not, he leaned back into you, seating himself between your thighs as your fingertips ran across his scalp, massaging and playing with his hair. A sigh left his lips as he felt himself feeling more relaxed, but tension still gnawed at him from the inside. A shiver ran through him as his back met flush with your abdomen, and you stopped your ministrations, your fingers pausing amidst his brown tresses.

“You’re nervous.” You said, your voice disturbing the crackling of the fire as you observed him. It had been a little while since you two could be like this, safe and warm as you both consumed each other’s company in the silence of your shared room. Your love’s royal lineage kept him busy as of late, and so it was only on nights like this where you two could share a tender moment together.

He took a deep breath, trying to relax. “You’re very warm,” he said.

“We’ve done this countless times, Kíli,” you said, continuing what you were doing as your fingers danced in his hair, now gathering some strands to begin your braid. He gave a nervous chuckle as his head leaned into your touch, his deep brown eyes looking up at you. 

“I know, amrâlimê,” he breathed, his eyes glinting with reflections of the candles’ flame. “But this is what you do to me.” Every time, without fail, you left him breathless. Even now, as the fire danced and brightened your face, he found his heart racing and his skin on fire. He reached behind him, taking your hand that was fixed on braiding and trailing down his face, then his neck, then his chest until it was placed over his beating heart. “I cannot control it.”

You smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead, his eyes closing as he lovingly received it. It seemed as though braiding would have to wait. “Why do you still get so nervous when you’re with me?”

A small silence fell over him as he studied your face. Even in the dark, you were beautiful. You seemed to walk in a completely different world than him, made of light and warmth and strength. He had thought so ever since he had met you. “I want to be the best I can be when I’m with you,” he said. “You deserve that much.”

“Amrâlimê,” you frowned, cupping his cheek. “You have nothing to prove to me. I am and always will be yours. That is all I deserve.” You placed another soft kiss on his warm skin, his eyes closing as he exhaled from the feeling. Slowly but surely, he was beginning to relax from the stress and pressure of his life and day. 

“You are much more than I deserve,” he said, reaching a hand of his own to rest itself in your hair, his touch tender and careful. You took his hand, bringing it to your lips as you planted a kiss to each of his knuckles.

“Don’t speak so lowly of yourself, my love,” you sighed. “Or shall I prove to you once again how much you mean to me?”

A kind smile crossed his face as he now turned in place to face you from a better angle. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, then your cheek, and then finally rested his forehead against yours. “Not if I do so first,” he said, his hands now leaving yours to cup your face.

“Is that a challenge?” You raised a brow, glad to see he was beginning to actually enjoy himself.

Another kiss met your lips, and you smiled. “You’re so quick to seek competition,” he joked. “It drives me crazy.”

“Mm, is that so?” You teased, kissing his nose.

A sigh left him as he looked into your eyes, and you had never felt so safe. When you were with him, nothing else mattered. He nodded his head. “It’s hard for me to think clearly when I’m around you, my love.”

“Then don’t hold back,” you said. “Go ahead, it’s okay to give in.”

His eyes flitted back to your lips for a moment, before meeting your gaze once more. “You would let me?”

“I would let you have me in any way if it meant I could feel you here with me,” you said. He drew a breath at this comment, slowly becoming more and more entranced by you as he felt himself becoming undone by your words and implications. Once more, his eyes snaked to your lips until finally, he leaned in, placing his slightly chapped lips on your more soft ones.

Your hands wandered up from his shoulders to his neck until they finally met their destination in his brown tresses, the idea of braids long forgotten as your fingertips tangled themselves in his hair. His strong arms supported you as you leaned down to kiss him, your lips dancing together in a soft dance of reunion that the two of you hadn’t had in some time now. How long had it been since the last time? 

It felt like forever ago, but Kíli was quick to fix that as he pulled away to trail kisses all over your face. His lips peppered your cheeks, then your jawline, and then slowly he made a path down your neck, his kisses soft and full of love and admiration. He took his time taking in your skin as he placed small bites about your neck in between kisses. There was no need to rush. 

“I’ve missed you,” he groaned softly, his voice hush as his breath tickled your neck. You let out a pent-up sigh, allowing your hands to tighten their grip just a little in his hair. You felt him smile against your skin when you did this, and it made you proud. “It’s been so long, my love.”

You nodded, taking a breath. “Yes, it has.” Gently, you tugged on his hair to bring his face back to yours as you placed more kisses on his lips, savoring the taste as you took your time to enjoy this shared space between you two. “Too long.”

“Then let me make up for lost time,” he muttered, his eyes soaking you in as he pulled back and pushed you softly away from him. Your back met flush with the chair now as you looked at him in awe. He seemed to glow in the candlelight, and you had never seen such a pretty sight. He was everything to you.

Taking his time, his hands traced the shape of your figure, his warm palms traveling down your seated body until they rested themselves on top of your knees, gently pulling them apart to get you to spread your legs. Without any resistance, you gave in to his silent demands, baiting your breath as his fingers carefully snaked up your legs to meet the waistband of your trousers. Slowly, he tucked his fingers into the waistband, tugging lightly as he pulled them down. You rose a little in your seat to aid him, your eyes never leaving his pretty brown ones as you let him continue with his plan. 

As your trousers now found their place on the floor, the cool air on your legs brought a slight shiver down your spine. Kíli sat up on his knees in between your legs as he rubbed circles on your thighs, his rough hands never feeling softer on your skin. “I want to relish this, amrâlimê,” he said. “I want to take my time with you.”

He leaned down, carefully placing kisses and bites along the inner seam of your thighs, starting at your knees and working his way in, closer and closer to the one place where you were starting to feel more and more warm. His eyes never left your face, wanting to see you all breathy and dazed as he savored the taste of your skin on his tongue. Mahal knows he had missed this. He had missed you.

You knew not what to do with your hands, keeping one over your heart as the other reached down to pet his hair lovingly, adoring the way he looked beneath you. You melted into his touch, feeling yourself heating up more and more simply at the thought of what was to come. “I need you, Kíli,” you said, your voice a fell whisper in the silence of the room where only the fire’s crackling occurred. 

“I know, my love,” he smiled, his kisses coming closer and closer to where you wanted his lips. “But I need you to be patient.”

“Please,” you let out, growing weak with want and need. He knew this; he knew your body like the back of his hand. Of course, he hadn’t always been the most skillful with you, but time was a wonderful teacher. He ceased his kisses for just a moment, fingers pulling your underwear to the side so he could get a look at you. He blew cool air on your cunt, and you sighed from the feeling, but it wasn’t enough.

“I suppose just this once,” he smiled, leaning closer to you, and you could feel his warm breath on your cunt as he gazed up at you with loving eyes. Gentle were his fingers as they spread you apart, making room so his lips could place a kiss right on your hooded clit. You felt yourself twitch at the feeling for a moment, a breathy gasp leaving your lips as you gave a light laugh. Kíli beamed at you as his tongue dipped into your folds, licking a swipe along your seam as he kept his stare fixated on you.

Passionate and tender were his touches as he tasted you, already finding himself addicted to your taste. A little sweet, a little salty, but always a fine delicacy in his mind. His tongue carefully lapped you up as he ate you out, your arousal coating his lips as a mix of it and saliva dripped a little from his chin. You tried your best to keep your breathing even, small moans and whimpers leaving your throat as your hand in his hair fastened its grip, tugging lightly. He knew he was doing a good job, and it turned him on. He could feel himself growing in his trousers at the sound of your pretty voice, wanting to silence you with his lips if he wasn’t already so busy with enjoying his meal. You brought your hand that had been over your heart now over your mouth, trying to stifle the sweet sounds escaping you as you tried your best to focus on the way his doe eyes never left yours.

He groaned against you, and the vibrations from it left you bucking your hips slightly, desperate for more of his touches and breaths. “Amrâlimê, please,” he chuckled. “Don’t hide your sweet voice from me, I want to hear you so badly. I need to hear you.”

His pleading and whining tone was more than enough incentive to take your hand away from your mouth, your moans now growing louder as he became more greedy in his endeavors. With a more hurried pace, he seemed to explore you with his tongue, leaving no part untouched except where you could feel yourself needing him the most. But it wasn’t out of cruelty that he did this, rather he truly wanted to savor every little twitch and sigh and whine you gave him as he played your body like his favorite instrument.

Slowly, he added a finger, and you bucked your hips a little from the feeling, loving the way he was beginning to fill you up, though you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied from just this for long. Now wanting to egg you on, he caught your clit with his lips, swiping it with his tongue as he eagerly kept his pace, adding another finger that pumped in and out of you at a tantalizing pace. Your moans grew louder and much more frequent as he laid his attack on your most sensitive part, your head falling back from the sheer amount of pleasure as your legs tightened around him. He repositioned himself for a moment, drawing away much to your dismay as he removed your underwear and placed each of your legs upon his shoulders.

“I need you to keep them spread, my starlight,” he said, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs once more before diving back into the fray of your arousal. You gave a weak nod, barely even registering his words in your mind, for pleasure was all you knew right now. The more he lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves, the more you could feel that familiar tight feeling growing inside of you. It was all you could think about, your mind drunk on the way his tongue danced inside of you.

And he himself was growing quite drunk as well, your juices like a forbidden candy to him. He couldn’t get enough, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt himself growing hungrier and more greedy. He truly wanted to consume you for the rest of his days, your taste so addictive on his tongue. His pants were now feeling much more constrictive, and he groaned at the feeling as he desperately wanted to replace his fingers and tongue with something else. But he was a patient man, and knew that waiting and letting this play out would be much more enjoyable and memorable for the two of you tonight.

More and more you felt that familiar and delicious tightening feeling grow inside you amidst your moans and breaths of pleasure as you tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to your heat in encouragement. “Please, oh fuck,” you said. “Please, Kíli.”

“Are you close?” He asked in between his attacks on your puffy clit, and all you could fathom to respond with was a quick nod. He smiled as his tongue swiped your insides, incredibly turned on by the notion that you could barely even think or speak from the pleasure he was bringing you. “Good.”

You were just about to ask him to go faster when you suddenly pulled him away from you by his hair, your chest heaving and that tightening feeling dissipating in a disappointed fashion as Kíli looked up at you with concerned eyes. “What is it? Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, worrying if he had done something to displease you. You shook your head, trying to ignore how much you desperately wanted to finish already. You had other plans first. You wanted to take care of him. You could feel yourself throbbing and pulsing before you slid out of your chair and into Kíli’s lap, straddling him. His eyes searched your hungry gaze as he wondered what was going through your mind.

“No, my love,” the words finally met the air. “I just…” You trailed off, placing kisses along his stubble as you pressed yourself against his growing erection, causing a groan to leave his pretty lips, glossy from your juices. “I want to take care of you.” Your hands trailed down, one on his shoulder to stabilize yourself as the other went down to palm him through his trousers. He was painfully hard, and you smiled as his whole body shuddered from your touch. You loved the way his brows furrowed when you did this, the way his whole face seemed to contort in pleasure.

Your kisses delved lower, now peppering his neck as you made sure to leave gentle bites and marks along his dwarven skin. He leaned his head back to give you better access, propping himself on his arms. “Amrâlimê,” he said, his voice soft and full of need. “You’re too good to me.”

You smiled into his skin, bringing your lips to his ear to softly kiss his earlobe. “I know, now let me show it. Let me give you what you deserve.”

You now stood up, hovering over his body as you offered your hand out to him. He took it without hesitation, eagerly willing to follow you anywhere in Arda as you led him to your shared bed. You guided him onto it, letting him rest on top of your various pillows as he looked at you with so many emotions. Lust, love, and a pining curiosity for what you had in store.

“I want you to be comfortable, love,” you said, your words like honey as you climbed on top of him, sitting next to him as your fingers worked to loosen his trousers as you slowly pulled them off of your lover. His half-lidded eyes watched you carefully as he lifted himself to help you in your mission, his member finally freeing itself from the harsh confines of his pants. A ragged breath left him as his hard cock met the cool air, and you cast his pants to some dark and forgotten corner for now. 

Gentle were your hands as you spread his legs, seating yourself in between them before running a hand along the length of his shaft. He gasped at your touch, his eyes transfixed on the way you handled him. “You’re so good to me, Kíli,” you said as you leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his cock, which was slick with precum. His breath hitched as he watched you, refusing to take his eyes off you. You ran your tongue along his length, flicking his swollen head with the tip of your tongue as you stared up at him. “And I want to show you how much I treasure you.”

“Amrâlimê,” he said, forgetting his words as a moan ripped out of him as you took him into your mouth, bringing your head down as you sheathed him inside of your mouth. Slowly, you brought your head back up, placing another kiss on his tip with a smile that feigned innocence.

“That’s it, let it all out. Let me hear you.” You said, taking him into your mouth again, and his hand shot down to tangle itself in your hair as you slowly bobbed your head up and down along his length, your hands massaging and stroking whatever you couldn’t reach with your throat. He threw his head back and bucked his hips up, causing you to gag. Seeing him in such pleasure only egged you on as you continued, slowly getting faster and faster but still making sure to keep it gradual. You wanted to take your time with him just as he had done with you.

His whines and groans seemed to only get more and more pleading the longer you went on, sweat forming on his forehead as he begged you to go faster. You were happy to oblige but eager to watch him moan your name some more, only increasing your pace little by little. He keened for you, bucking his hips more if only to feel his tip tickle the back of your throat, your gags and whines sending vibrations down his shaft that drove him crazy. You always looked so beautiful when his cock was in your mouth.

As a mixture of drool and precum dribbled from your lips down onto his shaft, you continued quickening your pace, your head bobbing up and down in between small twirls and flicks of your tongue on his tip, which twitched in your mouth. His body shuddered under your touch, his stomach trembling with each of your movements and his shoulders shaking. Your hands were quick to stroke the rest of his length and care for his balls as you felt your jaw going sore from your endeavors. 

The more he bucked his hips, the deeper he seemed to bully himself down your throat, and it drove him wild. You kept forcing breaths through your nose, not wanting to take a break for the sake of pleasing him. He was quickly finding that unraveling, tight feeling ball up inside him as his cries grew louder and more frantic. “Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, his hand gripping your hair tightly. “Please, a little more…”

And quickly, he came undone. You always had this effect on him, skillful enough with your mouth that you left him a moaning mess. You eagerly swallowed every last drop he gave you as his cock twitched in your mouth, pulsing with each wave of his orgasm. His chest heaved as he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern, a soft smile on his face after you eventually swallowed around him one more time before finally bringing yourself back up for air. It felt so cool in your throat as you too tried to regain your composure.

His hand in your hair loosened its grip, now finding your scalp to offer soothing strokes and massages as a silent apology for how rough he had grabbed it. “Tell me how I taste,” he said, eyes clouded with lust as he came down from his high.

You smirked, bringing yourself to his face as you leaned over him. “Why don’t you find out for yourself, hm?” You gently took his chin, guiding your lips together in a sloppy, messy kiss. A whine erupted from his throat as you deepened the kiss with a swipe of your tongue before breaking it, a line of saliva connecting your lips.

“You never finished,” he said, his eyes taking in how beautiful you looked with his taste in your mouth, the slight sweat on your brow making you glow in front of him as he brought a hand to your clit, massaging small circles, eager to please you. 

A small whine left you, not expecting his touch so quickly as you buried your head in his neck. “I was trying to take care of you first,” you said weakly, feeling that warm feeling build up again. “I want to make you feel good.”

He hummed, a smile on his lips. “Then why don’t we share the feeling?” His hand left you, now moving your hips to guide you over his length, already hard again. You lifted your hips as he guided his cock inside you slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you. But you were eager as you lowered yourself onto his hips, sheathing himself inside you as you took his length in full. A whiny moan left his lips as you did so, completely caught by surprise at your impatience. 

“Fuck…” he whined, and your head returned to his neck to plant kisses and bites as well as hide the small moans and breaths that left you as you began to slowly rock your hips, wanting to feel him as closely as possible, craving that sweet heat of friction. He shuddered from the sudden feeling of your warmth, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tried to steady his breathing. 

“You take me so well, starlight,” he said, his expression completely fucked out at the feeling of you squeezing him so nicely. He always looked so beautiful when he was a whining, moaning mess underneath you. A glistening sheen of sweat decorated his forehead and cheeks, his bangs sticking to him slightly as his eyelids fluttered shut for a moment. It was now that you slowly began to rock your hips against his legs, grinding into him. “Fuck… You’re so good at this.”

“Only for you,” you said with a breathy tone. “I’m all yours.” You sped up your pace little by little, relishing the way he filled you up so perfectly. You could sit like this for hours if you really wanted to, and you knew he wouldn’t complain. He loved the warm wet feeling of your cunt sucking him in. 

After a moment of enjoying your movements, Kíli joined you, bucking his hips into you slowly as you began bouncing on his cock, desperately chasing the delicious friction of the current situation. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough that you were sure they would leave bruises later, but that was the least of your worries as you sought to bring this man underneath you undone. With a vice on your hips, he guided you up and down his shaft, the funny feeling from earlier bubbling inside him as he wanted nothing but his release now. Nothing but this moment between you as he broke his moans with soft praises that were meant for only you and nobody else.

“Please,” he begged with a breathy tone. “Harder, please keep going.”

A smile met your lips, feeling proud of how easily you could have this man unraveled beneath you. You lived for this feeling and you couldn’t get enough. Happy to comply with his request, you kept your pace steady as you brought yourself down on him with more force, which was only more enjoyable for both of you as a plethora of pleasurable sounds left your lips. It was feeling so good, so nice, so delicious. Words were hard to form in your mind as you tucked your head in the crook of his neck, biting down and leaving your mark on your world.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he found himself lost in the feeling of how wonderfully you pulsed and squeezed around him. “Please, more…”

You two kept at this for a few more minutes before he quickly came undone, your name ripping from his throat as his brows furrowed in the feeling of his release as he filled you up inside. But you still hadn’t finished yet, and he was ever the gentleman, now slamming you on his length with the last bit of composure and strength he had as you eventually came undone on top of him, your breathing uneven as whines left you and into his ear.

“Had enough yet, love?” You teased warmly, head still hiding in his neck as you tried desperately to regain your breathing as you came down from your high.

“No,” he whispered, his voice laced with lust and want. “Please, amrâlimê… I need more.”

A weak chuckle left you, knowing all too well that this was just the beginning for both of you.