#but aside from from that i always just let him figure things out on his own
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| pairing: sub!nerd!Mark x Dom!Reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Jerking him off. Oral. Slight edging. I'm like a broken record when it comes to writing about sucking Mark off, my b <3
| wc: 2.3k
Sometimes the best way for Mark to study was with an incentive systemâ A way for him to earn rewards if he did his work. He had a habit of getting disinterested in his work easily because you were a fantastic distraction from his textbooks, even if you werenât doing a single thing aside from lounging on the couch in pajamas. Mark just⊠he couldnât care less about anything else whenever you were around. You were his everything. But to you, his studies should have been his everything because he was so close to getting his masterâs, it was stupid of him to throw that all away just because he couldnât keep his hands to himself. So you figured out when finals season approached and Mark was constantly throwing his work to the side to make out with you that if you gave him rewards for studying, Mark was eager to speed through his flashcards, textbooks, homework, and so on.
âWhen youâre done with your lab report, Iâll blow you.â
âWhen youâve reviewed your final draft for your philosophy essay, you can kiss me.â
âOnce you make your own comment on the assignment of the week, Iâll sit on your lap while you reply to two of your classmatesâ comments.â
Mark had always been a good student, but somehow his grades were doing even better ever since you started the incentive idea. You were having to slow him down and stall on his rewards because, like a dog in training, he figured out that if he was a good student then you would touch him, so he was doing too much at once just for the chance to get your mouth on his cock, or even the opportunity to be inside of you. Usually he only got to fuck you after big projects worth about 20% of his grade⊠But since it was finals season, Mark was more worked up than usual, and he was incredibly stressed, so he was eager for more and more and moreâ
âI canât keep doing this, baby, Iâm too tired,â he whined, hiding his face in his hands before diving face-first against his open textbook. âIf I have to read one more thing about how arteries work, Iâm going to start tearing my hair out. Like, who doesnât know this already! Why do I have to read seven chapters about bullshit I learned in high school!â
âHow much more do you have left?â you asked, setting your phone to the side and sitting up on the couch.
âTwo more chapters.â
âThatâs nothing,â you whined back mockingly.
Mark lifted his head so that he could show you his pouting bottom lip and those big puppy-dog eyes behind his glasses. Why did you have to fall in love with a hot nerd, huh? A nerd would have sufficed. Or a hot jock. But a hot nerd was your kryptonite, and even though you knew he was baiting you to get what he wanted, there was no denying that he was irresistible when he was wearing his glasses, his hair long was a mess, and his pajamas were shifting around just enough to let you see the outline of his abs under his shirt and his cock in his pants. Ugh, he knew how to get you.
âFinish this chapter first,â you said, hoping to buy yourself some time.
Mark perked up thanks to the mysterious hope youâd provided him. His eyes began scanning the chapter at the normal, quick pace you were familiar with when he wasnât protesting the idea of studying; and in the meantime, you pushed yourself off the couch and walked towards Mark. He hesitated briefly, but his gaze didnât leave the textbook. He warily flipped the page, revealing that he was on the last few paragraphs before the next chapter. You watched over his shoulder to put some pressure on him to actually read and not just fuck around because even though you werenât a nerd like him, youâd learned enough during his ârewardsâ to catch on whenever he was lying about doing his work just to get what he wanted.
âDone,â he cheered victoriously.
âHow longâs the next chapter?â
Mark flipped a few pages in search of the chapter he didnât have to read for homework. Six pages later, he found it and pointed.
âYou think you can last âtil then?â
Mark looked confused. âFor what?â
With a wicked grin, you dropped down to your knees then crawled under the dining room table where Mark had set up shop with all of his study material in preparation for finals. You were having to eat meals on the couch since there was no room at the table anymore.
âRead the chapter aloud so I know youâre not lying,â you told him casually as you pried his knees apart to make room for yourself to settle between his legs. Mark leaned back so that he could watch you for a moment. âDonât lose track of your spot either.â
As you grabbed the hem of his pajama pants, Mark aided your attempt to undress him by lifting his hips so that you could pull the fabric down, then he resettled on the wooden chair. Mark wasnât unfamiliar with being naked on that chairâ You liked to tie his hands behind his back and have him sit on that chair while you rode him until his head was spinning and he couldnât get out a single word.
When you wrapped your hand around his length, Mark gulped, but he remembered what you wanted him to do in order to earn his reward, so he leaned forward again to put his focus on the last chapter of the night. You didnât do anything to distract him for a bit. Despite his growing eagerness as shown by his hardening cock in your hand, you didnât move or do something newâ So Mark began reading the chapter aloud. Honestly, you werenât paying attention. A lot of the science shit he studied went over your head, so even though you heard the words and learned a thing or two here and there, you never really⊠absorbed everything like he didâŠ
Mark concentrated on the words in front of him, and as he began the next paragraph, that was when you began slowly pumping your hand up and down his long dick. He moaned suddenly. His ability to keep reading coherently faded, so you stopped your motions. Mark immediately bucked his hips upward to encourage you to keep going, but so long as he wasnât studying, you werenât going to give him his reward. When he recuperated, Mark slowly started reading again⊠You took a moment to believe him that he was actually ready, then you continued when you were doing. Mark moaned, but before you could stop again, he raced to keep reading at a faster pace, likely in the hopes that you would put him in your mouth or ride him, or let him fuck youâŠ
Your tongue flicked Markâs tip suddenly. The words of the textbook got caught in his throat, and within an instant he was leaning back to look down at you, his glasses hanging low on the bridge of his nose. You stopped to look up at him. He whined at the lack of stimulation, but you grinned while cocking your head to the side, waiting for him to say something, to admit that he wanted more, or perhaps he would silently return to his work. In fact, that was what he did. He read the next line casually to give you time to get back to what you were doing. Two lines later, you caught him off guard by sucking him off again, your tongue swirling around his tip, your fingers playing with his base and even teasing his balls a bit to really get him worked up.
The third page turn marked him reaching the halfway point of the chapter without any more issues. He did his best to ignore you so that he could focus on his work, despite the fact that you were slowly working his cock towards an orgasm which you didnât plan on giving him quite yet. He knew that. He read as fast as he could in order to complete the assignment sooner, but every time he fucked up a word or lost his place in the paragraphs, you paused to give him a chance to figure out how to reset. Unfortunately, whenever you stopped, you also edged him. He hated that. But you loved how cute he sounded when he was all submissive and desperate.
By the fifth page, Mark was losing it. He was stuttering through every word, moaning between sentences, begging for more at the end of paragraphs. You tried to show him a little bit of mercy by going slower so that you didnât have to edge him as often, but even that couldnât really help Mark. Poor thing. Before you, he didnât have a lot of experienceâ A personal choice until he met you. Heâd only kissed a guy, some friend of his, and one girl in middle school; and he fully intended on never thinking about dating again until after his PhD when he could think about getting married. However, he saw you in his ethics class, a required course which he was less than excited to be attending instead of the courses required for his masterâs degree, and once he laid eyes on you, he knew that he had to have you, but there was one thing in his way. He definitely didnât deserve you. The fact that you were so gorgeous and perfect and amazing andâ Mark couldnât believe that someone like you would look twice in his direction. What he failed to recognize, though, was that he was actually way out of your league, according to you, so you couldnât believe that someone as handsome as Mark Lee would even glance at you.
Now there the two of you were, moved in together, happily dating, supporting each other through your degrees, and even teasing the idea of marriage whenever Mark got really sappy during cuddle-time late at night. His experience obviously grew in that time too. Mark liked to experiment with his sexuality, and that led him to discovering that he liked being submissive from time to time, especially when it came to things like rewards and punishmentsâ Having structure in his life provided by someone else gave him comfort.
âCan I cum?â he asked suddenly.
You pulled off of him.
âWait, wait, please, donât stopââ
âYou have to finish the chapter first.â
Mark shuddered. âI canât.â
âYes, you can. I believe in you, baby.â
He swallowed a moan then continued reading. Something, something, arteries, something, something, blood, somethingâ âIâm close! No, no, noâŠâ His knuckles turned white as his fists tightened when you edged him again. Something, something⊠Nutrients⊠Something⊠Hormones⊠âOkay, Iâm done, I finished, please!â
Sitting up on your knees slightly, you were able to angle yourself better to sink your mouth down over his tip while your hand continued to jerk off the first few inches down at his base. Mark grabbed your hair to hold onto something for balance. He didnât push you down or buck upwards. He just let you take the lead while he used you to keep himself sane. Slowly, you swallowed every inch until there was no more room for your hand, and you could feel him tickling the back of your throat, which was uncomfortable just enough to cause you to go back up. Mark moaned with relief. Feeling your cheeks hollow out, your tongue dragging along his length, and your saliva coating every inch of him made his eyes roll behind those handsome glasses of his.
âCan I cum?â he begged desperately.
âYeah,â you mumbled before sinking back down.
Mark squirmed, his tip hitting the inside of your wet cheek, then he thrusted upwards until he hit the back of your throat again, and even though you gagged a bit, he moaned and started cumming. He panted breathlessly through it. There wasnât a lot since youâd drained him throughout the past couple of days, but the orgasm was strong enough that he threw his head back and clenched his thighs around your shoulders.
âF-feels so good⊠Fuck⊠Thank you⊠Thank youâŠâ
As his orgasm passed, he slumped in the chair. You allowed him a minute to catch his breath while you also used that time to swallow every drop he gave you while also trying to regain your composure.
âFuck, Iâve got a headache now.â Mark reached to help you to your feet.
You kissed his forehead. âTake a break from studying, then, weâll get some rest for a bit.â You continued to hold his hands as you pulled him to his feet too then calmly led him to the bedroom. Mark crashed on the bed in an instant. âGotta take these off first, babe.â You carefully slid his glasses off his face and set them on his bedside table. âThere you go.â
Mark grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him to cuddle close and nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck lovingly. âDo you think Iâm going to pass my bio exam?â
âYouâre studying more often than not, so, yes.â
He chuckled. âYouâre biased.â
âThen whyâd you ask me, silly?â
Mark squeezed you tight and rolled over so that you were laying beside him, giving you ample room to squeeze him back. âThank you,â he said. âYouâve helped me a lot this semester.â
You kissed the top of his head and played with the end of his long hair that laid against the back of his neck. âAny time.â
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i don't know if i have the energy to write this into a full fic but i want to write something from tommy's pov and i got this idea that could work as a prequel to the fix it fic i already wrote but basically
chimney shows up at his house with a six pack and tommy opens the door and wordlessly steps aside to let him in
of course chimney is there because he heard about the break up and he wants to offer tommy a shoulder to cry on because he knows tommy is hurting just as much as buck is, and buck has his sister and his best friend and his makeshift father figure, but tommy doesn't really have any close friends; a lot of surface-level friendships with the people he hangs out with, and he's good with his coworkers but harbor station isn't like the 118. he also knows it's only been a few days and the wound is still so fresh, and when tommy doesn't show signs of opening up, chimney does.
he wasn't going to share the news of the pregnancy, they aren't telling people yet because it's too soon, and he didn't think it was a good time to flaunt his joy so to speak, but it works as a segue to a conversation about his relationship with maddie, everything they've been through - tommy doesn't know the half of it, because while they've seen each other a lot more often in the past six months, they haven't had a chance to hang out one-on-one and dig deep. he tells tommy about all of it, from the beginning, how they met and how they started dating, the first surprise pregnancy, the separation, the engagement, all of it. and everything he's learned these past few years, all the ways he's grown as a person since tommy's transfer.
and he tells tommy about the buckleys of it all, how maddie is the one who runs and buck is the one who gets left behind. he sees the way tommy's expression shifts when he hears that, and he says, "yeah, you fucked up big time, buddy." because it's the truth, and because tommy hurt his brother, after all, and chimney's always going to have his back.
and finally tommy cracks and admits how much he's been struggling, second guessing himself, part of him knowing it was self-sabotage and part of him justifying the decision with all the logical reasons it was the right thing to do, but he never thought about how it would have affected evan, and now he's beating himself up over it, because he'd been selfish and impulsive and cowardly, and he wishes he could have stayed and talked it through instead of running.
in the end chimney tells him it's not too late, and he deserves a second chance, and he bets anything buck is willing to give him that. tommy replays their conversation in his mind the next day as he's driving to evan's loft to pick up his things. end scene.
#send post#tommy kinard#chimney han#chimney x tommy#fic ideas#911 8x06#i've never written madney fic and idk if i can get chimney's voice right#but i'm mourning the loss of chimneytommy bestfriendism potential#even though i wasn't hopeful we would get it because they seem to be a big fan of eddietommy friendship#which is still nice but chimneytommy means so much to me#anyway let me marinade in this see what happens
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I was just having a Percy jackson Brainrot and I was curious about something...
Considering the fact that Most Demi-gods Rarely ever Live that Long it makes me wonder just How Dark the Percy Jackson Series is
Like despite casting Neglectful Gods Aside, I can't imagine wanting To be a Demi-God due to the fact of how much Danger your in the moment you realize your a Demi-God
Percy said that once you figure out your a Halfblood it's only a matter of time before *They* Figure it out too and they'll come for you
I'm guessing he's talking about The monsters but even if he's not I can't imagine wanting to be a Demi-God cause I Genuinely wouldn't be able to handle being in that much Danger
And worst imagine how your mortal parent would feel, well that is if they care about you enough to care
It's just thinking about some of the things that were in the books it really made me think about the amount of Danger the Demi-Gods are in just really thinking about it
I mean it is the main premise of the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series, not to mention the opening words of the book.
It's also the theme that haunts the narrative of Heroes of Olympus or any other sequel after that.
It's the driving force behind Luke's actions, behind Percy's actions and beliefs, it's literally the motto of being a demigod.
It's the reason Kronos was able to rise with an army, it's the reason why Percy loathes all if not most gods.
Because Demigods are stuck in an all loss system. Choose the Olympians and suffer through neglect and quiet oppression, living and dying by whims of ignorant gods, or choose rebellion and be exterminated like pests. Do nothing and let yourself be molded by the gods into a dutiful child and even then death awaits you at the mouth of monsters.
Even having to suffer many abuses from their mortal parents at times and lack of any safeguarding system or protective group.
No matter what bargain they pick, the demigods will always get the shorter end of the stick. It's inevitable.
Even Poseidon, despite how greatly he loves Percy and how dearly he favors him, still tells him immediately after they meet that a heroes fate is always tragic. That even a god cannot undo it. That he, a god, is entirely and utterly sorry for the fate he has subjected Percy too. That it's his greatest mistake because he has doomed his son to die a painful death.
Hermes foresaw to some extent what would become of Luke and did nothing for he could do nothing.
It's why Hades promptly had to leave his children to their fate after their hiding place was uncovered. It's also why he could even if, in a fit of anger, dare imply that Bianca would have been of better use to him than Nico to Nico's face.
It's why Zeus, the supposed strongest Olympian (I have doubts), couldn't prevent Thalia's death and could only trap her essence in a tree. It's also why he has the audacity to offer up Jason, an actual child he sired as some sort of collateral and apology gift to Hera.
An object to use and throw. That's what gods view demigods as. They can always sire more, at least that's what they believe.
Even Athena, enraged and blinded by her hate for Romans, had no problem sending her children (who are quite literally a manifestation of her own essence) on a death quest to retrieve her statue of power, not a few times but for countless centuries, with no remorse not even when she regained her sanity as Athena.
Even Chiron is but all too happy to send demigods to die to fulfill the whims of gods.
It's also why the series should end in Percy and the two camps overthrowing Olympus. Maybe not all the gods but Zeus definitely. A new order. Maybe they team up with the so-called minor gods (I think the title is derogatory and an inaccurate term), and Percy will need to ascend (let's admit it, that's unavoidable. He is more god than mortal at this point. But maybe just maybe he will not become a god but another type of immortal, something different and stronger. (Cause he had the power to manipulate and take control of the domain of one of the protogenoi and use it to overpower the said protogenoi in their own place of power).
Either way, your ask is literally the entire premise of everything, small or big, that takes place in the books. It is also why Rick should commit to the idea of toppling down the system that enables such a thing.
I have no hopes for Riordan but in my mind, that's what Percy and the Seven and all the demigods from both Camps did with the help of minor gods and even Atlantis [Poseidon won't say no, not to this, even he knows the extent of Zeus's depravity, of his own past actions. He will help, and so will Hades. After all that's been done to his children. I think Tartarus was the final straw for both Poseidon and Hades. After that, they would do anything to protect their children. The true canon really, but Rick is too much of a coward to write it. ]
Sorry, I just had to rant. As you can tell, I have thoughts and feelings on this. Quite a lot of both.
#percy jackson#pjo headcanons#luke castellan#hermes and luke#thalia grace#zeus pjo#hades pjo#bianca di angelo#nico di angelo#percy and poseidon#hades and nico#jason grace#hera pjo#percy and luke#powerful percy jackson#the seven pjo
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"We're busy down here right now," Sabine said, "but you know the way. Don't worry, she's not contagious."
Luka nodded and headed past the bakery to go up the stairs. He would've gone to see Marinette even if she had been contagious, but it helped that he wouldn't have to get into a debate with anyone over how close he should or shouldn't be to her.
The house, for the most part, seemed as it always did, though he caught the scent of soup in the kitchen. There was a pot sitting in the sink, further confirming the idea, and he checked the fridge to see if there were any leftovers. He needed to know and memorize the contents while he was there, not knowing when Marinette had last eaten or if he'd have to make a trip to get something for her.
When he was satisfied, he closed the fridge and ascended the stairs, knocking on the trap door of sorts leading to her room so she'd know he was there.
"Marinette," he called, "Can I come in?"
There was some mumbling on the other side, but he understood it well enough to know it was the affirmative kind. He let himself in, spotting Marinette laying on the chaise lounge and covered by the blanket from her bed. It might've been better for her to be lying on the bed itself, but when he glanced at the hard stairs, hard floor, and factored that in with how out of it she must be, he understood.
Marinette blinked at him, squinting like he wasn't quite clear in her vision, then snuggled against the chaise lounge and let out a droning, "Heeeeey, Luka~"
"Hey." He smiled. She needed sleep, looked as sick as she sounded over the phone, but was just as beautiful to him as always. He crossed the room to sit on the floor near her, leaning against her sickbed and reaching out to stroke her forehead. "Are your eyes bothering you?"
"Mm-mm." She shook her head, then let out a tiny cough. "Was hard to see past the sparkles."
"The sparkles?" he echoed, concerned. "You're seeing stars?"
"No," she groaned, offended somehow. "You're always sparkly to me."
He shut his eyes, having just been punched in the stomach by pure affection. No matter how close he and Marinette were, he was occasionally caught off-guard when she'd say something so heartfelt.
"The feeling's mutual," he said when he found his voice again, idly brushing aside strands of her bangs that he'd worried might bother her. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
Her voice dragged as she thought about it. "Nnnot really? Ate a bit ago and had a drink."
"When was a bit ago?" he asked, suspicious.
Her lips pressed together, not answering. Scrutinizing her expression, he only let the subject go when he determined that it was because she genuinely didn't know the time rather than trying to "not burden him." They were still working on that in their relationship and he'd been guilty of it himself at times, so he was lenient with her.
Pushing himself up just enough to lean over her, he pressed a kiss to her temple. She let out a tiny, pleased squeak at it that he swiftly committed to memory; he'd happily push aside a few of the more unimportant things that he'd remembered from inside her fridge to make room for that cute noise.
"Are you tired?" he wondered, figuring that was the other important thing to check. "I won't go anywhere if you want to sleep."
"Nu-uh." She paused. "Not nu-uh to you staying here. I'm not tired, just dying."
He snorted at the extra rasp she'd intentionally put into her voice at that last word, then moved to sit on the chaise lounge itself rather than the floor. "You're strong. You'll beat this easily."
She looked at him with narrowed eyes, letting out a long, tiny hum. "And you're going to stay right there?"
He didn't know what the emphasis was for, but nodded. "Yeah."
"Mm." To his surprise, she pouted and turned away, effectively keeping her back to him.
Had he done something wrong? "Marinette?"
"It's okay." She coughed, not sounding okay." I'm sick, so I'm probably pretty gross right now. Of course you wouldn't."
Luka racked his brain, trying to understand what she meant, and then he remembered: ever since they'd started dating, he would always offer her cuddles whenever she was in a bad mood, when he felt she needed it, or simply when he wanted to.
He eyed the thick blanket, uncertain, imagining their combined body heat trapped under it. "Wouldn't it be too warm with me and the blanket?"
Not missing a beat, she replied in a mumble, "I'd get rid of the blanket before you."
Her parents almost definitely wouldn't approve of a teenage boy sleeping next to their sick teenage daughter, but that wasn't going to stop him. He took off his shoes before standing up and lifting a corner of the blanket to get inside. Slipping himself underneath, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, relishing in the shuddering exhale that followed.
"Feeling better?" he asked with a knowing smile.
"Much~" She giggled, turning herself just enough to try and nuzzle him. "I was thinking it'd be the perfect practice."
"Practice?" He couldn't help his curiosity. "Practice for what?"
"Spooning!" It was the loudest she'd been since he got there. "We've never spooned before. It'll be important if we ever share a bed to practice."
He had no response to that, though the room suddenly felt warmer. He didn't get how one could practice spooning - weren't they simply doing it right then? - but he acknowledged to himself that it could've been Marinette being a little dazed from being sick.
What he couldn't get past, however, was that apparently she'd thought about it enough that she saw it as important, and even imagined that they might share a bed someday. Did that imply that they'd be living together, or that they'd at least be so close to doing so that they constantly visited each other and slept over?
He sighed affectionately, burying his face into Marinette's hair. They were equals in that neither of them had prior dating experience before each other, but it was moments like these that reminded him of how not used to it he was. He'd given plenty of hugs and cheek kisses to his little sister to show that he cared, but this was so much more than a step up from that.
Even worse was when, a few minutes into the "spooning practice," Marinette started to shift in his arms and call out, "Luka? Turn around."
Despite not knowing what she was up to, he let her go, rolling over in the extremely limited space of the chaise lounge to face the other way. Her arms came around him and squeezed him tight, her breath hot against the back of his neck.
"It's my turn," she said, as if that was an excuse. "How is it?"
Too much. "It's great."
"Great!" She giggled practically right next to his ear, which was a second blow to his heart.
He took a wary glance at the way back into the kitchen, listening closely for any sign that someone might be coming up. After confirming it was safe, he tried to look at her over his shoulder. "But..."
"'But?" she asked curiously.
He twisted around to turn towards her again, despite her whines of protests that it was still her turn. Rather than having her be the little spoon though, he embraced her as she was and pulled her in so their chests were pressing together. The blanket was starting to fall off due to all of the movement, so he took one hand off of her to fix it.
"I missed seeing your face," he admitted, combing through her hair with his freed hand; it was rare that he got to see her with her hair down and intended to take full advantage of the opportunity.
"Whaâahâbuhâ?" she stammered, but nothing coherent came out and she opted to hide herself against him. He heard her mumble something that he was sure was "I'd miss yours too," but he smiled and let her think he hadn't heard it.
They couldn't grow up fast enough.
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Buck has such specific ideas about who he should be in a successful relationship - he literally gives a name to each evolution of himself (the name was Evan this time rather than a number, imo). He genuinely believes that until he becomes this perfectly evolved person, all of his relationships will fail. And yet, with Eddie, all of that stuff always goes right out the window because he has so much confidence in how much Eddie values him exactly as he is. Before he went to Eddie last night, he didn't think about next steps or whether he was feeling the right thing at the right time or whether Eddie might be angered or offended by anything he did. No, he barged in on Eddie's party-for-one, completely unafraid to take up space with his ugly breakup feelings, knowing that even if he was imposing and totally bringing down the mood, Eddie would love him anyway and wouldn't leave. And he was right.
And that was just so nice to see after an entire episode of Buck clearly being really out of his depth, and having his feelings and experiences (inadvertently) kind of minimized and devalued. Before last night, I don't think that I fully understood the significance of "It's Eddie's house. I'm not exactly a guest", but I definitely do now.
When I first read that quote from Ryan about Eddie not trying to "save" Buck, I was confused because shouldn't Eddie focus on Buck after a breakup? But I think Eddie is going to be doing exactly what Buck did in that final scene - he's going to take care of his immediate emotional needs rather than putting them aside to focus on Buck like he has always done because Eddie is in a crisis of his own right now that he owes it to himself to address. He's going to take up space in their relationship, knowing that Buck loves him enough not to let go. And through his own actions, he's going to show Buck how healing and freeing it is to really go out there and figure out what you want and need.
#buddie#buck buckley#911 spoilers#911 abc#i love their relationship so much#they are each other's light in a dark room
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All I can offer is this little drabble I've been working on:
Stage Two wasn't the type to get insecure, that's what they told themselves. Stage One had enough of that for all of them. So, it goes without saying that, when they whispered: "You prefer spending time with the others, don't you?" in a voice so soft, uncertain, and quiet that Color almost missed it, they hadn't meant it as an admission of their weakness, but as a statement of fact.
Stage Two knew that, among all of them, they were the most unpredictable, the least trustworthy, and the emotionally flat one. They were exactly what Chara and Nightmare had wanted them to be. A weapon ready to be wielded.
But Color wasn't either of them.
He was soft and kind. He didn't need a weapon, he needed a friend. And, no matter how much Two studied him, they could never hope to replicate the genuine bond all the others had managed to establish with him.
Being empty truly was a double-edged sword...
Color let out a confused sound. "What?". He was undoubtedly stalling. He wasn't the type to soften the blow usually, but maybe that time around he decided to be nice.
Killer could never just decide to be nice.
They knew how to be polite. How to behave respectfully toward all of their superiors. How to bow, and how to use the correct kind of overly fancy cutlery at a high-end dining establishment (they'd been teaching that last skill to Color as well because that guy ate like an actual animal. Face-first into every plate. It was kinda gross).
But actual niceties just didn't come naturally to them. Neither did kindness. They still couldn't understand how Color managed to make those things look so easy.
"I can see it, you'd rather go out and have fun with One, or cuddle with Three. Or whatever freaky shit you and Four have been getting up to" this time, it was no longer a question. However, they did make sure to throw some humor in there just so Color wouldn't think that they were trying to be vulnerable. They weren't.
And they truly didn't know what Color and Four got up to when they were together. That asshole still refused to share any of its memories with the rest of the class. So rude of it!
"But I don't" Color shot back sounding almost offended. "I like spending time with you all equally. All of you are my friend, and I love all of you".
Killer's hands were twisted together into a painfully tight knot. Had Color not been there, watching them attentively, they would have pulled out one of their knives and played with it. Unfortunately, Color never liked how rough all of them aside from Three were with the body. Especially Two.
It was one of the reasons why they figured they must have been his least favorite. They could never listen. They always ended up messing up and not taking care of themselves properly. They barely knew how to be a person and it showed.
"Why?" they were back to whispering. This time they couldn't even try to gaslight themselves into believing that there was no doubt there. They were desperate for whatever sweet lie Color could come up with, and even more so if it ended up being convincing enough to fool them into believing it.
"I know that there is no reason I can give you that you'll believe. So, think about it, if I didn't love you, wouldn't I have found a way to trigger a switch into one of the other stages by now? Or do you really believe me so stupid?". That was a low blow.
Stage Two glared at him, ready to fight that last claim when it clicked for them.
Ah.
Maybe they were wanted after all...
i need more colorkiller and/or color spectrum duo to cleanse my palate
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Today we learned not to trust ice bridges.
#he was looking at it before i came over so i figured he had it under control#nope#just fucken trotted right onto it#i rarely help him or intervene when we come upon new terrain#he always recovers well when he messes up and he learns best on his own in situations like these#the only thing i help him with are big steep drops#he knows to wait for me to grab the back of his harness to break his fall before he jumps off#but aside from from that i always just let him figure things out on his own#and because of that he's become a very clever and confident hiker even in difficult terrain#i just unclip him from my belt and let him use his brain unimpeded#and usually he handles himself really well
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VUXisms (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#Damned#ZEX#Or if you prefer my very Normal Collection of ZEX stimming lol#I'm not choosing to read alien behaviours through a neurodivergent lense you can't prove anything#Okay you got me yes I am lol - in conjunction with my ADHD Max HC (which I am only more convinced of lol) I went into this with#Really any kind of self-soothing behaviour fascinates me :D And ZEX definitely needs the soothing ;;#But it's not just the stimming! Though I did keep pretty diligent notes about that lol he's deeply interesting to me!#He's a texture person! Part of that is due to being VUX and having very processed food but if it fits it fits!#I'm also a texture person - again I have too many notes relating to ZEX lol#I also find it charming (or sad - whichever is applicable at the time!) when ZEX eats in ''odd'' ways haha âȘ#Eating without utensils - you can always just wash your hands you do you <3#The weighted blanket lol so - I had a very normal and measured reaction to ZEX enjoying full-body pressure lol#Solely and purely intellectual! Of course! VUX enjoy swimming! Full-body pressure makes complete sense!#And he's a tactile person on top of that - pressure good for multiple reasons! I really do think he'd sleep better with a weighted blanket âȘ#Back to stimming! I really loved the scene of him opening the water bottle and his therapist being So Impatient with him about it lol#Let him figure it out! He's very intelligent! Very skilled at finding weak points and exploiting them hehe <3#But then he runs his finger on the lip of the bottle! Wine-glassing it while he talks hehe <3 I love him#Humming!! Another stim I relate to! Not so much now since it was ''encouraged'' out of me so I may be doubly biased towards him using it hee#Too delighted to focus on utensil lessons and yet he's still clever enough to pay attention to multiple things at once hehehe â«#And then aside from his actual biggest stim he plays with his hair quite a lot - in various ways and to different ends :D#Running his hands through it to self-soothe or tugging on it to express - I kinda read it as him trying to move his head feelers around haha#Not quite the same but something!#Oh and then his biggest stim - just looking at humans lol it is very dopamine-delivering <3 And he has dopamine now! Very powerful :3c#Hhhhh human chemistry for VUX behaviours <3 It's so interesting to me hehe âȘ
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anyways âjust donât leave me alone wondering where you areâ Program and âI am stronger than you give me credit forâ Vista
#Could also be Moon & Tera theyâre both equally as sad#But Iâm gonna just. Let that sink in.#Even in the early phases (Hansel/Gretel) they were designed specifically to be a stronger more logical machine and a human-esque creation#Vista was never meant to be as strong mentally or physically as Program could#but they pushed through anyway. The perceived imbalance between them will always get me#Vista/Gretel thought Koeia liked Program/Hansel more because he served a purpose#Program/Hansel thought Koeia liked Vista/Gretel more because they were like her âdaughterâ#And later Program ends up putting aside their differences to look out for them#âFor the greater goodâ my ass! He cared about their well being more because he knew they were supposedly âweakerâ than him#but realizing there wasnât much of a difference between them in Koeiaâs eyes made him feel compelled to shield them from some things#He figured that they were meant to be like siblings#he wanted to be their sibling#They wanted to too but they didnât want to be inferior#They felt that Program was better than them in every way. It was him that made the project possible after all!#Clearly he /must/ be better right?#So theyâre stuck in a weird spot of not having known each other for years and only perceiving what they thin other was compared to themself#And then being thrown into a situation where theyâre trying to make it out together#Even as early as before the incident Program was looking out for Vista#Program felt threatened by Clay sometimes and would try to tell Vista to get out#Him attacking Clay was his way of trying to help#Which only fucks up Moon a little more when Procyon starts taking that same âhelpingâ role and gets ClayâŠyou knowâŠspearedâŠ.#And they feel so betrayed it sends them into an entire spiral of barely knowing who they are anymore#Anyways I didnât meant to rant bye bye#S.K thinks#I hope this changes someoneâs perception of Moon as a whole. Just one person Iâll be happy with that
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Ahhhhhhh!!!!
I have no words but thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! đ Canât believe you took all my random ramblings to you and managed to fit them all together into this fic!! đ
This was so much fun to read! Giggling, kicking my feet, laughing, screaming!
So, so good! Thank you! đđ
Also I see what you did there with the gif đ I appreciate it! đđ
Promises (liveaction!Roronoa Zoro x female!reader)
Summary: Zoro and you are protective of each other đ
Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of blood, bullying
A/N: well, this started as a request but turned out to be more of a collab?lol @smolbeandrabbles sent me the idea and the inspiration song, and helped me through it so this came out hahaha i hope you like it! This is inspired by the song "New Fears" by Lights đ„° also, there's a small time skip in the middle and the two scenes in italic are flashbacks!
'"Cause I have these new fears that carry me through
Every bullet I'm taking for you
So just hold on tight
I'll be coming, I'm coming for you, oh oh
And every night
I'll be burning, burning for you, oh oh
And I will back you up, I will show you love
I will give you all I got 'til I cannot
Hold on tight
I'm breathing, breathing for you, oh oh
It hadn't been long since you and Roronoa Zoro had started dating. That meant you were still trying to figure out this whole 'relationship' thing.
Not that it was hard, not at all. You both really liked each other, so you were willing to do anything for one another. It was just that... both being inexperienced, belonging to someone was a new adventure you were going to face together.
And it wasn't like a big effort either. Even before you were an official couple, both of you were already inseparable, ever since you joined the straw hats.
You got along like no one, you were always by each other's side and there was no one who could understand each other better. It was like you were long lost soulmates.
But... you just didn't say it?lol
Maybe you were both afraid the other one would see you only as friend? Or maybe you were just stubborn af lmao
It didn't stop you from stealing a little time with each other every now and then though đ
You specially loved your late night talks. You had lost count of how many times you went to his room (or him to yours đ) late at night just to chat.
Zoro liked asking you about your life before joining the straw hats. He loved hearing your sweet voice giggling while telling funny stories about that time.
You, on the other hand, loved when he talked about his childhood and the promise he made to his friend. The glint in his eye when he talked about that dream of his, it was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. That's when you knew Roronoa Zoro was the strongest and most determined man you had ever met and you couldn't help but admire that on him.
You also had a lot of fun teasing each other lol you usually joked about his fighting when you were training together ajskajskaj you knew he was the most skillful fighter you had ever met, but you also knew deep down he was a softie, so you loved seeing the shy smile he gave you whenever you teased him.
- you sure you need all those swords to beat me? - you asked teasing and emphasizing the 'all'. You held your dagger on your right hand, the only weapon you ever used and that fit you so well it felt almost like a part of your body.
That made him chuckle.
- of course i'm not using all of them, i gotta take it easy not to completely kick your ass - he said smiling.
- aww you're not getting soft on me, are you, Roronoa? - you said raising one eyebrow.
Was that a small blush on his cheeks?! Oh gosh, he couldn't get any more adorable. You had to look away or else you'd be falling even harder for that man.
- ha, you wish - he replied grabbing his sword and getting ready to start.
The whole crew (except poor baby Luffy đ
đ) had already noticed something was going on. And they would tease you like hell for that.
But still you wouldn't say anything.
I mean, not until that day.
The day Zoro fought Dracule Mihawk. That day could easily be top 3 of "worst days of your life".
Of course you believed in him and supported him no matter what, but you knew what he was doing was dangerous.
The way Mihawk showed no mercy, Zoro's painful grunts, the gash oh his chest... everything felt like a horror scenario and you just panicked because there was nothing you could do.
Fortunately your friends brought Zoro to the ship again, where he was taken care of.
Zeff said you all needed to stay with him and keep talking to keep him alive, but you were so shocked you couldn't even think of something to say.
After some time and with the support of your crew, you finally gathered your courage and decided to speak to him, from your heart. You couldn't let your best friend die like that.
You approached him and started talking softly, not really sure what to say, but hoping the words would come out eventually.
- hey, umm... i guess... um... we miss you..?
You took a deep breath.
- who am i kidding? I miss you, Zoro. I don't know why i never said this before and, oh my, do i regret it right now, but I... - were he even listening? You weren't sure, you just had to get it off your chest - I really like you. You're one of the best people i have ever met and i love spending time with you, and the thought of never being able to do that anymore is freaking me out. I know I could never stand in the way of your dream, because i believe in you, Zoro, i really do. But i also know I should have done more... more to protect you - you paused a bit before letting out the next words - joining the straw hats and sailing on the Merry, it made me feel so brave... and i thought i got rid of all my stupid fears. But now i realize i have a new one. And it's losing you, Zoro. Please, don't leave me...
Your voice broke at those last words and you started crying uncontrollably, hiding your face in your hands. The thought of losing him really made your heart ache.
Until...
- stop crying, i'm not going anywhere.
You lifted your head so fast it almost hurt. You couldn't believe it.
- Zoro?! Oh my gosh, Zoro, you're alive - your voice almost a whisper as you hugged him, careful not to hurt him even more.
He chuckled, eyes still closed and wincing a bit from the pain.
- oh my gosh, i was so scared i had lost y-
A realization immediatly hit you and your face went as white as a sheet. Was he listening? Did he... did he hear what you just said?!
Oh no.
- umm... how much... did you hear? - you asked slowly, a bit scared of his answer.
- enough to say i feel the same - he said with a small smile.
Yeah, so that happened. Was it cute? Totally. But it didn't stop you from shivering whenever you remembered that fight.
Confessions aside, the sight of Zoro lying on the ground with a pool of blood spreading around still haunted you and you couldn't seem to get it out of your mind.
That day you made a silent promise to always protect that man. Of course you knew he was the Roronoa Zoro, infamous pirate hunter and master of the three sword style, but you swore to yourself you would do anything on your reach to keep him safe.
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You were at a bar at Logue Town. It was the evening and Zoro invited you to go there for his usual booze (lol). Chilling with your boyfriend sounded really nice after spending a whole day cleaning the Going Merry, so, sure, you agreed.
You were drinking and talking at the bar counter and everything seemed okay until you heard two familiar (and very annoying) voices.
- wow, check out the loser we found here!
- no way he still has the guts to show up in public after that.
You turned around and confirmed your suspicions: yep, Shinjiro and Aki, the bounty hunter brothers that were a pain in Zoro's ass.
You (unfortunately) had already met them a few months ago at another small island. They both had pitch black hair, were very lean and tall and looked so ugly they could scare babies with just a smile.
At that time, you weren't even girlfriend and boyfriend yet, but Zoro already told you how much of jerks they were. He explained they had been competing and picking on him for years and, when they found out he had joined a pirate crew, it only got worse, so you knew what you were getting into.
On your first encounter with them, you were able to leave before things got heated, but it seemed like this time it wasn't going to be that easy.
You were already opening your mouth to throw all the bad names you knew at the brothers, but Zoro softly put his hand on yours and mouthed "theyâre not worth it". You trusted him, so you immediatly went quiet and followed his strategy.
Sadly, Shinjiro and Aki weren't that smart.
They sat by the counter too, not facing the both of you, but speaking loud enough for you to hear it.
- hey, Aki, did you hear what happened with a certain 'pirate' with moss hair? He challenged fucking Dracule Mihawk to a duel! - Shinjiro said ironically.
"Don't say that name. Don't you dare say that name", you thought.
- no way! He could probably be the winner of the "biggest idiot in the whole East Blue" award - Aki replied with a nasty laugh.
Your blood was starting to boil. Zoro alone was twice the man both of them could ever be: braver, stronger and better in so many ways. Who did they think they were to talk about your man like that?
- yeah, either 'biggest idiot' or 'worst swordsman'. I heard Mihawk could take him down with only a small knife, right into his heart - Shinjiro gestured like he was puncturing his own chest.
'Right into his heart'.
Those words echoed in your head.
No.
They were bringing it all up again.
Mihawk's eyes. Zoro's painful voice. Your desperate crying. All flashes going back to your mind.
It was like you were reliving that horror again. Zoro even tried to talk to you and distract you from it, but it didn't seem to work.
- what a joke. And how did he not die? - Aki asked, acting clueless.
- he was so pathetic Mihawk had to leave before turning him into pieces. Not before slashing him right on the chest. Legend says if you go to the Baratie right now, you're probably still gonna find his blood on the ground - Shinjiro said and laughed loudly.
That was the last straw. You got out of your trance and decided to do something.
- okay, that's enough - you said sternly and got up of your seat.
You walked up to Shinjiro and looked him in the eye, your rage nearly melting him.
- oh, yeah? What you gonna do about it, little girl? - he said mocking you.
- here's what - you said and punched him right in the nose.
He was so taken aback by your sudden attack he couldn't even form a reaction. Guess he really underestimated that little girl's strength, right?
When he was still trying to understand what happened, you kicked him in the crotch. Yeah, such a nice move that serves right to a dick that was badmouthing your boyfriend.
As he bent down in pain, you quickly grabbed your dagger (you had learned with Zoro to never leave without a weapon đ
) and hit the back of his neck with the hilt, making him fall to the ground, unconscious.
Wow... did you really knock out the guy?! I mean, of course you were a very skillful fighter, but you were surprised by your willpower and quick thinking over there lol
You took a quick glance back at Zoro with a smug smile and he was there watching the whole thing just like that 'white guy blinking' meme. His girlfriend was kicking ass? For him?! Could she become any more amazing??
When you turned around, Aki was fuming.
- what did you do to him?! - he screamed/asked.
- oh, don't worry. He'll only stay like that for a few hours. You should actually thank me for not having to listen to his stupidity for a wh-
You hadn't even finished your snarky retort when you saw him coming to attack you.
You were usually fast in your fighting. You weren't the biggest or the strongest, but you were very fast, and you were proud of that because it always led you to winning.
But (you weren't sure if the attack caught you off guard of if the sight of Zoro looking at you so impressed had distracted you more than normal) apparently that time it wasn't enough.
When you realized it, Aki had pushed you to the ground and you fell with a loud thud. And as if it weren't enough, you noticed he had a knife in his left hand. You could only notice a long gash starting to bleed on your right arm.
You looked at Zoro as if asking for help and he was looking at you, but he didn't seem like himself. You had never seen that anger in his eyes, it was like he was possessed.
As quick as you fell, Zoro unsheathed his sword and knocked Aki out until he was laid on the ground, the point of the blade only a few milimeters away from his heart. Zoro knew how much you hated unnecessary killing, but this guy had crossed a line there (he had hurt his girlfriend?!) and needed to be taught a lesson.
- you lay a finger on her again - Zoro said through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing - and i won't be this merciful. Was i clear?
Aki nodded frantically and you could see it in his eyes he was regretting everything and praying to get out alive.
Zoro sheated the sword again and stepped away, still murdering Aki with his eyes.
"That was freaking hot". No shame, but these were your exact thoughts as you watched the whole thing, still sitting on the ground and looking up at him. That was until you came back to reality from your little daydream about your extra hot boyfriend and noticed your wound was still bleeding.
Zoro hadn't forgotten about that either and immediatly kneeled down to check on you.
- (Y/N), are you okay? - he asked very worried about you and checking your arm. The way he looked at you and his soft touch gave you butterflies.
- yeah, i just need to... bandage this up - you replied weakly.
- come on, let's get back to the ship - he helped you get up and you walked back to the Going Merry, him checking on you every 10 seconds.
When you got back to the Merry, Zoro led you to the room you shared (yep, now you were on the 'sharing a room' basis *wink wink*) and helped you bandage your wound. You realized it wasn't that bad and hopefully it would heal in a couple weeks (which was a relief, cause if it was worse Zoro would probably go back to the bar and finish Aki right away đ
đ).
When you were done, you started rambling:
- hey, um... thank you for standing up for me back there. I know taking those guys was stupid, but they were badmouthing you and bringing all that back, i just couldn't stand it anym-
- hey, don't mention it. I couldn't let that jerk hurt my girl and get away with it - the way he said "my girl" made you all fuzzy inside - also, you did it for me first, so you could say we're even - he said with a small smile.
You chuckled. How could he put a smile on your face even in moments like these? That man was really a blessing in your life.
- yeah, i guess that's what makes us such a great duo - you replied winking.
He let out a small laugh and kissed your forehead. With that, you both started preparing your stuff to go to bed. I mean, after everything, both of you needed some good rest.
Soon you both laid down and went to sleep, holding tight to each other, like none of you wanted to let the other go (and you really didn't).
In Zoro's arms, you started thinking about everything that had just happened. Neither of you hesitated in protecting each other in face of danger. That was the moment you realized how far Zoro and you would go for each other.
You didn't lie, you were really a perfect duo.
That thought made you feel even more thankful for having found each other and for being in each other's life like that.
It also made you think back to that fateful Mihawk fight and what you told yourself that day. You had made a promise and you were going to keep it.
But what you didn't know is that Zoro had made one himself too.
Of course he had already promised to become the world's greatest swordsman and to find the One Piece with his captain. But he could fit one more, right? And perhaps the most important yet: to be by your side until the end of your lives.
"I'll take two times the misery
And half the glory
If it meant you'd be the champion
Of the story
And I'll take two times the agony
And half the wonder
If it meant you'd get twice
Twice the thunder"
#ASDFGHJKL-! oh đđ this made me so happy! thank you SO much for taking all my rambling and creating this! đđ#gotta love a good collab! âïž#again - Iâm just obsessed with your authors asides! đ€Łđ#the specification of the new relationship for my interpretation of the song⊠thank you! đđ I appreciate that so much!#I really love the use of not only the idea that they are inseparable but that they have these talks. you really get the feeling ZoroâŠ#âŠisnât telling the full story to just /anyone/. And listening to him talk like this is 100% a great way to show the bond and fall in looove!#obsessed with the teasing! đ my favourite form of flirting but making him blush? đ you go girl!#(also Luffy not figuring out anything is going on⊠yuuuup! that checks out! I love it! đ)#we love the supportive crew that get her to finally confess (as it were!) but I love that isnât not a straightforward confession!!#!!! new fears !!! in her speech! please! oh my god my heart! â€ïž also his little /stop crying Iâm not going anywhere/ đ€#đ SO CUTE đ Ahhhhhhhh!! đ#Side bar: but I also cannot imagine how much it would affect someone to see the person they loved the most go through something like that!#Zoro telling her to let it go though đ„ș#maybe I shouldnât say it but OMG Iâm obsessed with the trash talk! đ€Ł itâs SO good I canât even đ#really pulling out that small knife disrespect too! đ„Č You really wrote these two idiots PERFECT đ#/what are you going to do about it little girl?/ /hereâs what./ đ <chefs kiss> perfection đ love how she follows that up with puttingâŠ#the guy on the floor! đ and Zoroâs subsequant đ âŠmhm he gets it! đ#đđ oh no! I didnât expect injury!!! (but also that was the STUPIDEST thing that guy could have done.) Z O R O!#I always love a badass showing of mercy! but also really love that heâs only showing mercy because of her preferences! đđ#/that was freaking hot/ girl you are SO right!#Zoro going immediately from total badass to worried softie for his gf? đ yes đ please đ#đ sharing room basis huh? đ Iâm dowwwwn đ#/my girl/ đ„č also love that he cuts off her worrying about what happened đ#Zoro really said /Three Swords? Three Promises!/ âïž each one to the most important people in his life too đ#I also love that they have both made a promise to each other but they are both silent!! đđ#makes me wonder if that would ever come out at any point or if theyâd ever tell each other⊠ooo đđ#okay but the use of the bridge at the end of the fic like thatâŠ? ooof! I just took a small Mihawk knife to the heart myself! đđ#đđđđđ
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going crazy
s. your boyfriend, handsome and secure suguru geto, doesn't get jealous
w.c. 4.8k
w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut!
a/n: based on my seat taker biker!geto au! also I feel this does not live up to seat taker! but I tried my best! so I hope you can still enjoy! likes reblogs and comments r always appreciated to know yâall liked it!!!
your boyfriend does not have a single jealous bone in his body. itâs convenient you suppose?
youâve heard nightmares of insecure men who have to know where there girlfriends are every second of every hour, the direction theyâre even going to utter a breath in. the occasional story of a girl who canât speak to any men whatsoever because her boyfriend will berate her for doing so.Â
although you do always keep suguru in the loop about what youâre doing and donât really talk to guys because at the end of the day, more often than not, they always do not plan on just being your friend, he never expected those things out of you. It was a silent form of showing your respect for him. and he did the same out of instinct too, first too.Â
but aside from that, he doesnât show any jealousy.
there was a time he even tried to set you up with toji zenin when he was still crushing on you.Â
your boyfriend is a little peculiar, youâre very well aware of that, but you find his confidence in himself sexy. because you couldnât look anywhere else if you wanted to. he was handsome, his face chiseled so prettily it was painful. his smooth voice that always had you reeling to get him to talk more. and his spine tattoo that always made you blush at the sight of it befriending your scratch marks after a particularly rough night,Â
so you donât care about the way you dress, because he wonât control what you wear. in fact, itâs one of the things you both love about each other, a recent discovery now that youâve been dating for a month. suguru is an avid fan of the way you dress, relishing in what new outfit heâll see you in whenever he sees you that day, and if not possible, asking for a picture. and you love how he loves it. appreciating the fact that he loves when you wear booby shirts to campus or dates with him or particularly tight jeans that attract eyes aside from his, but are worn for the sole purpose of serving cuntâand riling your boyfriend up.
it all comes together to why you wear the dress you do tonight to go clubbing with him and some friends. itâs honestly the hottest thing suguru will have seen you in so far. yes, your previous halloween costumes were something alright, but thisâŠwas different. halloween was like a month ago and the outfits for those events were meant to be slutty, purely slutty. this look was meticulously planned by you the moment you ordered the dress online. the sheer dress and its sparkles had been running across your mind that entire week of shipping with the perfect sultry way you planned to do your hair and makeup.Â
youÂ
hey can we carpool later tonight, my dress isnt motorcycle proof :/
suguru
sure princess. can i get a peek?
you
donât feel like it hehe wait for it sugu <3
suguru
tease
any other time, he wouldâve more than likely have gotten his peek at your outfit, you are weak to his demands naturally, but this was something he genuinely would have to wait for. pictures would not do you justice and you wanted to catch your boyfriends raw reaction when he saw the look for the first time .Â
and you were right.
when he went up to your apartment to pick you up and you opened the door, the reaction was worth the wait. the constant warmth your boyfriendâs gaze always held fell the moment his eyes landed on you and took a moment to breathe you in.Â
you saw his pupils dart to your cleavage first, staring for a hard second, then to the tightness against your waist and hips bringing attention to your figure. the small quirk of his eyebrow seconds within that let you know he spotted the thong hugging your body under the sheer dress. he did a once over of your legs, looking at what shoes you were wearing, before he brought his eyes up to look at your face again.
he doesnât say anything, instantly moving forward and getting rid of the space between the both of you to take your head in his hands and plant his lips on yours. you press a hand against his chest when you feel him swipe his tongue across the top of your mouth so hungrily.Â
âyouâre going to kiss off my lipgloss sugu.â you giggle, heaving a little as you press your forehead against his, blinking up happily at him.Â
his stare is firm as his blown up pupils stare back into you, âsorry pretty girl, couldnât help myself.â
âand whyâs that hm?â you bite your lip through your smile, eagerly waiting for his answer, still forehead to forehead with him, his hands still holding you in place.
his hair is in that half up half down duo you go so feral for, you realize this detail when he says, âyou know why.â
âno I donât,â you drag on, a teasing lilt in your voice
âbecause,â he drags one of his hands down to caress your neck softly with his thumb, you can see a slight crease in his eyelids at your playfulness, âmy girlfriend is trying to get away with first degree murder right now.â
âyou like the dress?â you give him a toothy smile and you can slightly catch his gaze turn hungry at the sight of it
suguru suddenly raises you up by clasping his arms behind you, below your butt and on your thigh, so youâre above him when he looks at you lovingly, âlike is an understatement.â
âwell i like your hair today,â you compliment him, still giggly
âyeah?â he smiles, âiâm glad.â
itâs your first time ever going to the club with suguru, so thereâs some sort of powerful feeling lingering when you enter the loud building holding hands with him. youâre going in belonging to someone and so is he, as opposed to other people going in and hoping to catch a body tonight or at least a good grind on the dancefloorâsatoru cough cough.
the white haired maniacâs influence gets all of you a vip table with liquor already waiting for you and when you get there, suguru sits and plants you on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around your waist.
Itâs when you look forward, you see toji zenin give you a quick once over from where heâs seated near satoru. and you ignore it, you always do. heâs never made an advance on you ever since you and suguru became a thing, heâs respectful of the relationship, but his eyes can never lie, heâs into you. itâs why youâve never uttered a word to him and why he doesnât either. and you canât really blame him if the purpose of tonight's look was to turn all heads, not just your boyfriendâs.
âyou smell good baby,â suguru mutters into your ear as he brushes a hair away from your face, âare you using the perfume i got you?â
you wrap your arms around his shoulders when you respond with a nod of your head and, âyeah. I finally ran out of my old one.â
âgood girl.â he smiles appreciatively before placing a tender kiss on your neck
the softness of it makes you giggle a little and crane your neck a little, suguru pinches your side to tease you for it.Â
itâs when a certain lullaby of a song comes on that your ears perk up and your boyfriend observes the reaction, looking up at you and rubbing circles into your waist, âwhatâs up baby?â
within an instant all the girls at your table begin to get up and rush to the dance floor and you turn to suguru, already starting to unwrap his arms from your waist.
âi have to go dance this babe,â you say hurriedly, like a little kid leaving their mom the moment they see the bouncy castle go up.
suguru can say nothing before he watches you run off to join the other girls on the dance floor, eyebrows raised in amusement at your antics then in reaction to your immediate inclination to start dancing.Â
you look pretty, he thinks as he reaches over to serve himself a glass of whiskey.Â
and he continues to think it as he âtalksâ to his friends, nodding and giving small mhms when all heâs really doing is watching you live it up at the center of the club.Â
youâre ethereal, the only star in that murky puddle of bodies. maybe your dress is part of the reason for all that shine and glow youâre giving off, but nothing beats the pretty little smile on your face that says youâre having a good time. itâs turning him on to be honest. he always wants to shove himself inside of you when you bear that toothy smile at him.Â
and other people think the same, he notes.Â
heâs always seen the stares, he knows youâre a sight to behold. there hasnât been a day where he isnât aware that so many other people want you. he knew it when you were merely the smart, hot girl he had a crush on his lit class, with so many other guys obviously paying a little more attention when it was your turn to speak, and he knows it even more now with your male following on social media and the way he constantly gets sized up just for being next to you. for fuck's sake he's heard toji zenin talk about how bad you are before he knew about your thing with suguru at the halloween party, hell, he still catches the frat president unable to control the way his eyes eat you up when you're near.
âdone already?â satoru asks haughtily when he sees all of the girls that went to dance come back heaving a little
itâs been an hour since they all left at the start of that first song.
ây/nâs still there though,â one of them breathes, taking satoruâs drink from him, âshe does not stop.â
âyeah, she doesnât,â suguru laughs a little, looking back at you, still as energetic as when you first got there.
fuck, you're beautiful.
speaking of before,
heâs painfully more aware of it when he notices the number of eyes gravitating towards you from the dancefloor, tables, and the bar.
itâs like a bunny in a room full of wolves. or those scenes where scooby and shaggy are in a dark room and a thousand red eyes pop up to blink at them. the eyes to you ratio is beginning to get a little mind boggling now that he sees it in a real life setting. this is not the handful of guys checking you out when you go to the library with him or the nth guy staring at you when you walk past with your boyfriend next to you. this is a huge club with you in the middle and catching the eye of almost every guy in here, most of whom come to this place with plans of taking a girl home or putting moves on her.Â
the thought manifests itself when a blonde frat bro walks up to you and tries to dance with you. suguruâs heart stops a little for some reason. heâs seen guys come up to you before, actually talking to you and trying to get your number, so he shouldnât feel this irked when he knows the guy is going to be disappointed by your answer. he actually wants to go up to the guy and beat his face in.
the surge of pride that courses through his body is immense when he sees you put a hand between you and the guy and you make an annoyed face, all before strutting off and making your way back to the table.Â
he manspreads a little more for you to sit between his legs, draping one arm on your thigh, the other holding onto his whiskey.
âa guy tried to dance with me,â you huff when you sit down, reaching for suguruâs drink, which he hands over without a second thought, now using the other free hand to fully hug you.
âI saw,â he says, perching his chin your shoulder, watching as you take a sip of the whiskey and cradle the cup in your hands.
âdance with me,â you turn to look at him and pout, âi donât want guys coming up to me.â
âbut you look so good rejecting them.â suguru teases, smirking a little at you
when your face deapans, he laughs and hugs you tighter, âweâll go in a bit. rest your pretty feet for a second, donât want them to tire out.â
âokay,â you slump into his hold, pouting
and suguru did keep his promise, like always. he took you dancing after a few minutes of rest and letting you drink the rest of his whiskey.
he protected you from any other guys trying to come up to you, evident in the way no guys even dared get close from a ten feet radius.
he kept you close and let you dance with him, hands appreciatively holding onto you when you pressed your body against his. it was much different to the dancing from that first time at satoruâs party, he was really holding onto you this time. his hands always found your ass, your hips, even the underside of your boobs during every second of every song.
and suguru isnât a jealous guy, so it was a little weird to you when you saw him notice a guy oogling you and he immediately pulled you in to makeout with him on the dancefloor. it was unlike any other makeout session you had ever had with him before. he was gripping your ass while his other hand held your neck, that wasnât new, he always did that, but his energy about it was soâŠall consuming.Â
all you know, is that instantly had you horny and you couldnât help the mewl you let out after he squeezed you in his hold.
âletâs go,â he spoke a bit tensely into your ear so you could hear him past the music.
and you were never one to go against him because everything suguru did always made sense and worked for you, so you nodded mindlessly and said, âokay.â
when you got to suguruâs apartment, he immediately pushed you against the door and resumed the makeout session he had started at the club. one of his hands was planted against the door while the other roughly gripped your waist to keep you close to him.Â
âIf you ever see toji, i want you to run the other direction,â he spoke ominously against your lips
the command had you furrowing your eyebrows, you mean of course yes you'd do that, but you never wouldâve thought heâd ask it from you. he never really cared to address your actions when it came towards other guys. suguru wasnât ever jealousâŠnonetheless, you agree meekly, taken aback by his roughness, âokay.â
all your boyfriend did in response was let out a gruff sound of acknowledgement before pressing his body further against yours and beginning to tug your dress off. he started by pushing down the straps, then pushing the upper half down, including your strapless bra until your tits popped out.Â
he pushed both of them together the moment they peeked out and then let a glob of spit drop down onto one of your nipples rather obscenely before he went down to mouth at that same breast. it had you keening, you could feel your thong becoming nonexistent with the way you were starting to drench through it.
a bite from suguru had you squeaking before he continued his ministrations on your other breast while his hands worked on pushing the rest of your dress all the way down, even your thong since it caught onto the tight material of the dress.
you were left completely naked in front of him now and he manhandled you by suddenly picking you up and pinning you against the wall next to the door. he let one hand hold one of your legs to his waist, while the other went under and quickly swiped a finger across your folds with ease due to the wetness
âso easy baby,â he muttered against your lips before plunging a finger all the way in and curving it upwards
âyouâre being mean,â you complain, feeling completely flustered at his brash actions
âwhatâs so mean about making you feel good hm?â he leans back to get a good look at you when he plunges another finger in and starts to push them in and out quickly, watching as your eyebrows knit and you start to mewl, âatta girl.â
ânothing,â you mumble, brainless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hook him in closer with your legs, âow!â
he started adding a third finger when he felt like you were starting to open up more, however your small complaint started dying into a moan when he increased his pace with the third finger.Â
âthatâs a lot sugu,â you heave through delirious breaths, flustered at the fact that he was staring so intensely at how you were sucking him in
your comment had him finally looking up at you and you dont know if youâd rather he go back to staring at your pussy, because he was giving that same intense stare to you now. the all heavy pressure of his gaze was entirely being directed at your own eyes now, and how could you meet that same gaze equally when he was three fingers into you and making you moan like a slut.
suguru might have granted you a quick mercy when he leaned against you, quickening the pace of his fingers so you could get louder, and breathed into your ear, muttering lowly, âmy cockâs a lot more than three fingers but you always cream all over it.â
the dirty sentence has you pulling suguru closer to you, and trying to trap him where he was so you wouldnât have to look at him in the flustered state he put you in. but your boyfriend didnât have it, forcing himself out of your grip, and craning his neck back to go back to looking at you.
he pulled out all three of fingers just to land a sharp slap across your pussy before plunging all of them into you again, âlet me watch you baby. be good for me, okay?â
he honestly expects you to be able to answer him when three of his very large fingers are stretching you wide open and curling on that one spot that always has you crumbling, you know he expects you to because he turns his head a little when you donât answer and lands another slap before going back to fingering you.
âspeak up princess,â he orders so easily and so sweetly, like heâs not torturing your body right now
and you do your best to force the words out of you, legs quivering and resisting the urge to writhe in his grasp when you gasp, âokâokay.â
âgood girl,â he almost groans with a snarl as he suddenly stops fingering you open and hoists you over his shoulder, a squeal leaves your mouth at the action.
heâs walking you both to his bedroom, you notice from the path of his hallway made out from your view, and the realization doesnât last long before suguru brings you down again, then pushes you down and bends you over his bed. he lands a slap to your ass and you can makeout the rustle of him getting naked when he says softly, âgrab the pillows and put them under your stomach angel.â
and you listen, reaching easily for both of his large and fluffy pillows, and putting them under your abdomen.
you feel suguruâs heavy length press against your ass and bare pussy when he presses up against you, gripping onto the crease between your thighs and ass, and starts mouthing hot and heavy kisses across your spine. you whine a complaint at the fact that you feel so good, but you know you could feel so much better if he just put it in already.
âwhat?â suguru notices the pitch that you always make when youâre complaining, continuing his line of affection down your spine
âput it in,â you pout, wiggling your ass for emphasis and hissing a little when you feel his cock graze your lips at the action
suguru gives a last kiss to the bottom of your spine before coming back up and grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing your head up so he could look at you, âhow bad do you want it?â
âreally bad sugu.â you mewl, feeling gratification from the sting of his hold on you
âyou want me to fill up your little hole? even when we both know youâre gonna start crying that itâs beating your pussy up, yeah?â he questions cruellyÂ
âmhm,â you nod pathetically, âeven if i do.â
his lips twitch a little at your admission and he yanks on your hair a little harder when he lands a sloppy kiss on your lips that has a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths when he pulls away.
he stands back up and lands another stinging slap across your ass, groaning, âmy pretty fuckin ass.â
as if he couldnât get any dirtier, suguru then grabs either of your cheeks and spreads them apart to get a good view of your sex, the sudden exposure of which makes you feel even wetter. that last fact seems of no use to suguru when you feel a large glob of spit land and run down your hole.
you suck in breath when you feel suguru start to rub his tip across your folds.
âsloppy little pussy,â he mutters before pressing into you. and you both groan when he starts to inch himself in even further.
the moan you let out when he completely pulled out and slammed back in was sinful and the noises that followed when he started doing that again and again at a faster pace without mercy had you outright screaming.Â
you felt like you were constantly breathless, constantly trying to breathe. he hadnât ever been this hard on you before.
and you thought you knew what hard was from him before.
âi know, i know,â he whispered against your neck when he pressed himself down against you and started jackhammering even closer to your cervix, so on point with your gspot too that you felt your orgasm starting to build up
a particular gutteral squeal from you had him breathing a âso cuteâ while he never relented his brutish force against you
âsuguâsugu,â you reached around for one of his arms, heaving, grabbing onto it while he violently moved the both of you, âiâm gonnaâmmmâiâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum!â
the confession had suguru suddenly changing positions, hooking his arms up and under your armpits to pull you up to stand flush against his body while he slammed up against you ferociously. it unexpectedly had your high crashing against you after a graze of your gspot.
âthatâs it baby, thatâs it.â suguru consoled when he felt you twitch in his hold and your juices dripping all over his abdomen and cock, âsuch a good fucking girl.â
all you wanted to do was fall down and rest, but the most you could muster was letting your body go limp in your boyfriendâs unrelenting hold, letting him use you as he pleased.
â âs too much sugu,â you whined as the overstimulation started kicking in
It didnât get him to stop at all.
âremember what you said earlier hm?â he brought up, breathing heavy as he lifted a foot up to plant it against the edge of the bed. it was leverage for the scream worthy pace he started forcing on you now.
tears started to fall down your cheeks at the overstimulation. it was so good, too good. It was all so sinfully good.Â
you felt your walls start to flutter again at your second nearing orgasm when you sniffled from the tears. and although your boyfriend still evilly abused your pussy, he leaned down and moved your face to the side with one hand so he could be face to face with you.Â
you thought he was going to kiss you, but instead he started licking your tears off.
it was the catalyst for your orgasm and you thrashed rather hard against suguru, who you could feel suck in a breath at the sporadic clenches of your pussy.
âfuck,â he breathed harshly, pulling you even tighter against him to more easily meet his thrusts and you could feel his cock twitch as a symptom of his incoming orgasm.
that, and he started to speak up filthily.
âMineâmineâmineâmine.â he reiterated quickly, punctuating each time with a thrust, âfuck âs all mine. god canât get enough of you pretty baby. so fucking slutty and pretty. fuckâfuckânext time i see toji giving you heart eyes im gonna pump my cum inside you so he can see it running down your fucking legs. fuckâyou like that baby? whatâaâgoodâgoodâfuckingâgirl. tell me you want that baby.â
scrambling for any piece of sanity just to tell your boyfriend what he wants to hear, in hopes of spurring his lust, you moan out weakly, âi want it sugu i want it.â
âyeah? you want him to see me dripping out of your pretty fuckin pussy? godâi fuckingâwantâit. heâll never get to fucking know what itâs like to cream this little hole.â
âsoâso dirty sugu,â you moan sheepishly at the embarrassing realization that he might just make you cum a third time because of the added spur of his pussy drunk words.Â
âpussyâs fucking dirty,â snarls back at you, pulling you closer to him, âcan feel you clenching around me. know you fucking like it.â
the shut down of his words had you shaking in attraction to his ability to shut you up like no other.
âneverâforgetâyouâreâmine,â he thrusts through, â âs fucking pussy, your ass, your tits, your body, your pretty fucking face, âs all mine. you donât need anybody but me. iâm yours iâm yours iâm yours. âs dick âs all yours, everything, baby. take itâtake itâtake it.âÂ
his breathing was starting to get heavier and you could feel his abs start twitching against you, a sign of his orgasm building up just as yours was all over again.
so it surprised you when suguru pulled out and threw you onto the bed, your legs hanging off the edge before he picked them up and slanted them up against his body by hugging them close. âcome here, come here,â he quickly let one arm go for a second to guide himself into you again before wrapping it around your legs again. he repositioned the one leg of his back on top of the bed for his leverage and leaned forward a bit to go back to his brutal thrusts.Â
âwanna see your face when you cum again.â he muttered as he stared at you squealing and moaning lewdly at his ministrations
suguru started kissing and mouthing at your calves while keeping you in a deadlock of eye contact. his cheeks and ears were tinged pink and his hair had fallen out of the half up half down do he had it in earlier.Â
the worshipping of your legs and eye contact had to have been the last straw for you, because after a certain lick of your skin, you started crashing, feeling yourself let go across the entire lower half of your boyfriend, resisting the urge to cover your face in embarrassment because he recently made it a point that he really really liked seeing your face when you came.
the point was proven when he followed soon after you, thrusting half haphazardly into you as he blew his load inside of you in time with every squeeze of your cunt. it was accompanied by a litter of painful bites across your calves and heavy breathing from your boyfriend. he looked like he came hard, it felt like he did, considering how every spurt of his cum was sharply thrusted into you, making you wince in pain every time his tip kissed your cervix.
both of you were breathing heavily after, especially suguru, his skin covered in a thicker veil of sweat than you, who was simply taking all of that force he was exerting. he was still holding onto your legs, resting his forehead on the bare skin of your foot that wasnât covered by your heel.Â
his eyes were closed and he licked his lips, a bit tired, as he spoke, âi think i do get jealous after all, iâm sorry.â
his confession made you slightly clench around him, making him suck a breath in at the sensitivity while you breathlessly giggled, âthatâs okay, i never said you couldnât.â
suguru lazily bit your calf again as a sign of retaliation, "you could sound less excited."
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ౚৠin which you run into rafeâs arms whenever thereâs trouble. not that he minds, of course.
being rafeâs girlfriend meant relying on him for everything. it made him feel wanted, and made you feel safe. so although it went against all your morals as a woman, it just felt right crawling into a cute boyâs muscular arms whenever you needed comfort or help. whether someone made your drink wrong, or a boy was hitting on you, or anything else really, rafe was there to help you out. youâd just grab his hand or pull him aside, and heâd mutter an âi gotcha, kid,â before going to handle it.
heâd assumed youâd be okay going to a friends birthday party. he wasnât invited, it was a âno boys allowedâ kind of party. just gossiping pillow fights and giggles. and these were your friends, if you had any issues youâd sort them out yourself. but, spoiler alert â he was wrong.
rafe was at tannyhill, sitting on the couch on the balcony as he replied to his fathers email about the dumb cross that rafe wanted to sell. it was probably around two hours ago when you left, in your cute dress that he bought you, giving him a big kiss before leaving with a birthday gift in hand. the sun was setting, it wasnât even that late. so he certainly wasnât expecting a security alert that the front door was opening, nor your pouty face appearing at the balcony door as you opened it slowly.
your lips were red, matching the unnatural hue on your cheeks. little white lines stained from your eye down to your jaw. your eyelashes were droopy and had little wet drops on them. which leaves him to one conclusion; you were crying.
â..shit,â he mutters under his breath, drawling out the word with parted lips and sighing as you plop yourself down beside him. âwhat happened, baby?â an arm instantly wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. you instantly cuddle into him, like you always do. right back in your loverâs arms.
â..anna,â you sniffle, voice soft and shaky. âi donât get it. i donât get why sheâs so nice to everyone except for me. hates me for no reason, rafe, she hates meââ a quick interruption on his part, quickly shutting you up because youâre not answering the question properly.
he finds it hard to believe that anyone could hate his girl. âwhat did she do?â he asks, making sure youâre looking him in the eyes so you really understand what heâs asking for. specifics.
âsheâs just so rude. said my highlights were way too grown out, said my dress did nothing for my figure and washed out my tan, said that my nail polish was chipping..â you trail off and sniffle. âanything to prove im not perfect, rafe. like duh, i know im not, but she likes to point it out. then she always giggles like itâs just a silly joke,â
â..uh huh,â he hums along. âân you know thats not true, right?â he checks, as if itâs obvious.
âwell it is true. havenât gotten my hair done in months, and my nails are chipping, so..â
he sighs. ânot that part, kid. câmon,â
ââŠthat was the only part, rafe,â
âtalking about the âperfectâ part,â he clarifies. âyou know youâre perfect, câmon, donât start saying you arenât,â
âno oneâs perfect,â you counter.
âi beg to differ,â he shrugs. ânow câmon, whaddya want me to do about this bitch, huh?â he changes the topic before you argue and he has to assure you more.
ânothing, rafe,â
ânothing?â
âmhm.â
he huffs and leans back on the couch. he knows you. you donât want him to do nothing about this. âwhy the hell are you here then, if you donât want me to do anything?â
âto see my handsome boyfriend ân tell him what happened,â
â..right,â he says after a moment. âsure thing, kid. i wonât do anything. whatever you want,â you can tell heâs lying through his teeth.
you smile softly at his agreeable attitude, his voice and touch alone comforting you more than anyone else could. so you cuddle into him more, doe eyes looking out at the sunset overlooking tannyhill, at the american flag waving in the humid wind. youâre perfectly content letting him dry the leftover tears and spending the night with him instead of your little friends.
but you and him both know heâs gonna be making an angry phone call to a certain girl after you leave.
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Biker! Dan heng, Sunday and aventurine?
Sfw and NSFW
Like I'm brain dead for them
DREAM RIDE. biker! honkai star rail men part one
â featuring âaventurine, sunday, (il) dan heng x fem!reader (all separate)
â warnings / content warnings âall consensual! sfw + nsfw, feminine terms used (she, girl, etc), cunniligus (aventurine #1 pussy eater strikes again), orgasm denial (sunday), jus a tad bit of subby dan heng, semi-public s3x? (sunday), blowjob (dan heng), use of vibrators (sunday), riding (dan heng) use of nicknames, multiple orgasms, bath s3x (aventurine), sunday is a MENACE here, reader implied 2 be a lil smaller than them, v4ginal fingering (aventurine), more tba! | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
â a/n âNOT PROOFREAD ! might correct tmr if iâm not sleepy! <3 anyways hi guys writers block stopped biting my ass anyways guys iâm SOOO attracted 2 aventurine itâs acc insane he needs to be jailed from how majestic he is.. erm! whoever keeps sending asks abt biker! hsr men god bless u and ur entire family | reblogs r appreciated
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sfw.
âč BIKER!AVENTURINE who would take you out for late night rides! heâs a total drama queen, letâs get that out of the way. he loves you, yes, but heâd get so pouty whenever you turn him down for your daily night rides with him, he sulks and sulks.. clinging onto your figure until you finally say yes! jokes aside, aventurine really does enjoy your company, he really does value quality time as he would go as far to even take you out to see the stars, feel the breeze and have some fresh air, or just have a midnight snack!
âcome on, baby.. 2am is nothing! just come and ride with me for a bit, i promise iâll have you back til 3?â
âč BIKER!AVENTURINE who always finds himself buying you gifts before visiting you and such! sometimes heâd just be riding around on the road and all of the sudden his hands are full of bags and gifts just for you before he gets to your place! heâs a huge gift giver, spoiling you to the brim.
âwould [name] like this one.. no no, maybe this one. hm.. maybe both.â
âč BIKER!AVENTURINE who can be insecure at times, sometimes he thinks about whether heâs truly right for you or not. like, usually he wouldnât give in to these thoughts but there are times where heâs just riding around at night n he suddenly stops n goes.. âwhat if [name] is bored of me?â even though he might not show it, poor thing needs A LOT and i mean A LOT of reassurance from you, please tell him heâs good enough for you!
âmy darling.. are you sure iâm right for you? i mean, you know. iâve just been.. thinking. youâre not gonna leave, are you.. hm? âgonna stay with me, right?â
nsfw.
âč BIKER!AVENTURINE absolutely loves having sex while you both take bubble baths, i mean.. itâs essential to have good hygiene, isnât it? aventurine pumped his fingers within your pussy, circling his thumb over your clit as he licked his lips, nuzzling close against your neck. âmmh.. you like that?â his voice, husky and low as his fingers reached the deepest parts of your cunt, a sharp gasp caught in your throat as he held you firmly against him. watching you struggle to stifle your moans made him feel a combination of pride and surprise. aventurine gripped your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "damn, sweetheart.. are my fingers that good?" he murmured, his voice low and steady.
aventurine growled softly, pleasure coursing through him at your reaction. his fingers deeply thrusted in and out of you, feeling your tight walls spasm around his digits. with a lick of his lips, he added another finger within your drenched pussy.. the sound of water splashing against his fingers, his speed rising more and more.. stretching you delicately. "missed this," he groaned, adding more speed to his rhythm. "missed the way your body responds to me, my darling girl..â his eyes locked onto yours, seeing the desire mirrored back at him. he wanted to make you cum, that was his goal for the night.. to hear you scream his name again. the roughness of his fingers grew, the sounds of water splashing against his hand was enough to embarrass you, aeons.. he was going fast alright. âcâmon, sweetheart.. itâs been ages since i made you squirt. mmh.. these fingers are good enough to make you squirt, right?â
âč BIKER!AVENTURINE who would eat you out almost all the time, whether itâs on his motorcycle seat while he holds your body, or maybe his table filled with tools, or just a plain old bed. aventurine is willing to eat you out literally anywhere, his tongue piercing made it even better. aventurine savoured every second of this, allowing his senses to be consumed by your intoxicating flavour. your body trembled above him, carefully laid on the seat of his motorcycle as he chuckled against your pussy.. your hands buried in his hair as he delved deeper into your depths. the blondeâs tongue danced expertly, exploring every hidden crevice while his fingers played with your swollen bud. âyou taste divine," he murmured against your sex, causing you to arch your back sharply. "just like the finest wine, only better." his words hung heavy in the air between them, fuelling your rising passion.
aventurine attacked your cunt hungrily, devouring your folds with complete vigor. aeons, he was obsessed with your pussy, and your taste. the way your wetness spilled out onto his tongue, mixing with the warm atmosphere surrounding the both of you drove him crazy. his large hands held you firmly against the seat of his motorcycle, hands roamed freely over your body, tweaking one of your nipples roughly while diving deeper inside your drenched pussy. your boyfriend groaned into your folds, feeling your walls tremble around him. âgood darling.. such a good girl taking my tongue so well.â â.. âturine.. youâre gonna make me fall on here.. jâjust eat me out on the desk..â you murmured, wincing when you felt a slap on your pussy. âwhoops, sorry angel,â ugh.. this tease. âmm.. no-can-do, sweetheart. i like seeing you like this. just imagine, my cum leaking out of your pussy and right onto my bike.â he licked a single stripe on your cunt, chuckling when he noticed your legs quivering. âoh how fascinating would that be.â
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âč BIKER!SUNDAY who has a habit of grabbing onto your waist, or just snaking his arm around it! i mean, he does this for many reasons.. one, to show youâre taken, and two, mm.. he just feels like it! sunday would do it on random occasions, whether heâs talking with his biker friends, at the cashier, anywhere! he loves grabbing your waist and he makes that very clear, maybe if heâs in the mood.. heâd slide his hand beneath your shirt as well wink wink
sunday glanced at your form, a small smile forming on his face when he saw you examining your surroundings. he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling your body firmly against his.
âč BIKER!SUNDAY whoâs jealousy is intense. sunday would get angry at you, give you the silent treatment, or just bluntly ignore you if you were found talking and laughing with another guy other than him. he refuses to believe that you can be happy with other guys other than him. he would glare at other people he catches staring at whatâs his, he was.. possessive. and whenever you catch sight of it, he would try and manipulate you to thinking heâs doing it for your own good! because all those men that were staring at you were bad! (wow, heâs a bastard) saying this, heâs a huge manipulator.. it can be a handful dating him.
âtrust me, my love. canât you see how those men were staring at you?â his voice was soft, dangerously soft. the malicious glint in his eyes didnât hide anything. âtheyâre after you, angel. theyâre after whatâs mine. iâm only trying to protect you. why are you so doubtful of me, hm? do you not love me anymore? are you perhaps.. bored of me?â
âč BIKER!SUNDAY who loves being in control, this can be taken in a sexual or non sexual sense <3 sunday is assertive, and he knows whatâs right for you. (most of the time!) he can be a bit controlling at times, but he means no harm! he just wants to keep you safe, promise! sometimes sunday would give you that look whenever you would try n defy him, he means business.. trust me. because of this, he can be cold and stubborn towards you at times without even knowing, geez.. he really needs to work on that.
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âč BIKER!SUNDAY loves being in control, as iâve mentioned.. but especially in bed. besides that, heâs so damn mean.. he doesnât let you cum unless he tells you to, kissing your tears away with his lips. âah ah ah, darling.. what did i say about cumming?â his eyes devoured your small frame, taking in every curve and angle of your body. sunday couldn't help but feel a surge of dominance and control over you, chuckling lowly. you was his, every fiber of your being was his, and he'd take care of you properly. his thrusts were hard to take in, his size and speed.. aeons. the way his cock slides in so easily had him biting his lip, heâs so mean and strict whenever you both make love, spanking you a few times whenever he sees you dozing off!
his eyes never left yours, even when he would immediately pull out when you were on the verge of orgasming, earning a sweet whine from your lips. âplease.. please let me cum! sunday, baby please.. i canât hold it anymore!â oh, how if only you knew how much he loves it when you beg. âoh baby.. i love it when you beg like that.â sunday groaned deeply from pleasure, landing another smack to your ass.. grinning at the sight of you swirling beneath him, âit only makes me wanna do this more.. it makes me wanna keep you here, stop you from cumming all over my cock. do you want that?â ânâno please.. please let me cum, sunday.. i need itââ âkeep begging, my angel. maybe iâll let you cum if you keep begging and whining for me. come now, speak up.â
âč BIKER!SUNDAY who absolutely loves using vibrators on you whenever you both go out together, itâs amusing to him! (stupid bastard) he would increase itâs speed at random times to catch you off guard.. for his own amusement. listen, you really love your boyfriend but sometimes you just wanna slap that stupid smile off his face. you were casually picking out some candy in the candy aisle, a soft smile on your face before you felt that same old sensation within you.. causing a gasp to leave your pretty lips. âmm.. what are you looking at here, my love?â sunday murmured softly, chuckling at your vulnerable state. âsunday.. lower the speed please..â you begged, aeons! you were stupid to even think heâd decrease itâs speed!
your boyfriend smirked, the vibratorâs speed only grew more by the second as you could feel the wetness of your pussy seep through your panties, filling you with humiliation and embarrassment as you could barely walk, holding your hand over your mouth. âfuck.. sunday please..â you knew begging wasnât gonna get you anywhere.. you knew you would have to have that stupid thing inside you for hours on end, overstimulating your pussy and entire body while your boyfriend watched and held you with pure amusement. to your bewilderment, there were times where sunday would go as far to fingering you by a nearby alleyway, his hands drenched in your juices. this man.. you wanted to be mad at him but you couldnât bring yourself to be. sundayâs pretty fingers dug deep into your drenched pussy, knuckles deep while he had that same stupid sadistic smile on his face. âi should put that thing in you more.. look how wet your pussy is. itâs practically drooling for me, angel.â
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âč BIKER!DANHENG who is more of a private relationship typa guy, he prefers to keep his relationships private! despite this, he still shows his love for you in many other ways, itâs easy to say that some people are even surprised he was dating you, because of how reserved he is when it came to personal matters <3 he values his and yoursâ privacy, you can trust me on that!
âč BIKER!DANHENG who struggles putting on his helmet because of his horns (lol), you find it really cute! whenever he leaves your house, sometimes he takes 10 minutes trying to figure out how to wear a helmet because of his horns. he found this so annoying to the point he probably had a custom helmet made for him and his horns!
you nearly let out a giggle when you gazed at him, struggling to wear his helmet over his head. dan hengâs tail swished against his leg, glancing up at you with a slight frown. â[name], itâs not funny.â
âč BIKER!DANHENG who would teach you how to ride a motorcycle so you and him can ride around together, i mean.. you canât blame him! he doesnât show it much, but he really does hope to spend more time with you, and he thinks this is effective and efficient! dan heng would guide you through it slowly, keeping his hands on your waist while he helped your practice with the brakes and all you needed to know! to be honest, this was really just an excuse to touch you, but can you blame him? his large hands would brush against your hips, helping you adjust and sit properly, itâs a good thing these things take awhile to learn!
âmhm, i got you.â his thumb rubbed circles on your hips, humming. âyouâre a fast learner, [name]. you never fail to surprise me.â
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âč BIKER!DANHENG who just loves having your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock after an exhausting day of biking all day and night. soft gasps and whimpers left his lips as he showed a completely different side of him that night, full of pure desperation and need. âam i.. doing this right?â your voice was muffled against his dick, sending vibrations to his nerves as his hand was carefully placed atop of your head, body aching for release. âyes.. keep sucking me off like that..â with a grunt, he closed his eyes briefly while savouring the warmth of your tongue tracing circles around the sensitive slit.
"more please, baby..â dan heng begged, arching his back slightly as your warm, wet tongue caressed the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly before sliding down its veiny shaft. the sensation was foreign yet familiar, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. unable to resist any longer, he reached down, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts his hips upward, pushing deeper into your waiting mouth.his breathing became heavier, the sound of each labored gasp echoing in the otherwise silent room, punctuated by the sloppy sounds of your mouth working him over. your tongue swirls around the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive area underneath his balls before returning to suck and stroke him feverishly. âyouâre so good to me.. s.. so good to me..â
âč BIKER!DANHENG who would let you ride him just like how he lets you ride his motorcycles! he just wants to put your pleasure first, really. dan hengâs mind raced as he watched you ride him. he was going to lose it, he knew it very well. the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your pussy coating his cock with pure white juices, the sound of your gasps, and the feeling of your breasts against his chest created a whirlwind of emotions. he watched you struggle to stifle your moans while gripping your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "youâre doing great, love. fuck.. take your time and do what feels good," he encouraged, his voice low and steady.
he hoped his presence provided comfort, guiding his precious girlfriend to enjoy the sensations without feeling pressure to perform. their bodies moved in harmony together, lust fuelled by the thrill of victory as dan hengâs breaths grew ragged. his face flushed at the sight of your breasts bouncing, biting his lip at how overwhelming this was.. the sound of skin slapping against each other was all that came through, their moans punctuated the intensity of their shared moment. your hands grabbed everywhere.. his biceps, his chest, and oh.. even his horns. he was absolutely losing it. âshâshit.. use my cock, use my cock for your own pleasure, beloved.. youâre doing so well..â
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MEAN SOMETHING â KOOK!READER
only one person knew how to handle your drunk best friendâŠ
(drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)
you were going to end rafe cameron.
on the one night, the one night, you wanted some alone time and to be away from the boys, he decided to get sloppy drunk. of course, your other best friends have no idea how to take care of a drunk person and you honestly wondered how they even took care of themselves. which left you to slide on some slippers and drive over.
now as you stood before the front door in your victoriaâs secret yoga pants and pink sweater, waiting for topper to answer it, you wonder why you let yourself get pulled into shit like this.
itâs rafe, thatâs why. thatâs always the reason why.
the door swings open to reveal a frazzled topper and kelce, you wouldâve laughed at them if you werenât so pissed. they took in your attire, the prissiness still evident even your pajamas. but you looked slightly disheveled, something they didnât see often. both boys snorted at the sight of your bunny slippers but you quickly cut them off.
âsay anything and iâll chop your dicks off. where is he?â you seethed.
your tone brooked no argument and they both stepped aside to let you sashay in. kelce had his keys in hand as he mumbled something about rafe being âin his roomâ and âon the floorâ.
god was really testing you tonight.
you shooed them away, locking up the door behind them and stomping up the stairs. just praying he wasnât choking on his own vomit or something.
the sight that greeted you literally made you pause and take out your phone, nails tapping the screen as you took a picture. rafe cameron, laying on his back and seemingly enthralled by the ceiling fan. it was genuinely amusing and kind of adorable. but the bottle of whiskey sitting next to him reminded you of your duty.
ârafe. sit up.â
his head snapped up at your voice, a boyish grin on his lips. he looked younger when he was drunk, stress and age having melted away.
âheeey, baby, whaddaya doinâ hereee?â he slurred, a low rumbly version of his voice.
you stepped closer, standing over him. hands on your hips as you looked down at him. his eyes were hardly open but you didnât miss how they trailed down your figure.
âmaking sure you donât die â get up.â the words were sharp in attempt to make him seriously listen.
he giggled and sighed, pushing up to rest on his elbows. the movement had his head spinning but he didnât give a shit. just needed a better look at his pretty best friend.
âoh, yâknow it turns me on when yâtalk to me like thatâŠâ
you poked his side with your foot a bit harshly. patience wearing thin, you glared down at him.
âyouâre such a pain in my assââ
âmmm, love your ass,â he hummed but then groaned when you kicked him again, harder.
ârafe, i am so serious right nowââ
with a childish huff of annoyance, he lifted himself off the ground but then immediately flopped face first on his bed. small victories, small victories.
you were happy to see dumb and dumber had enough brains to leave a water bottle with him. you grabbed it off the nightstand and perched at the edge of the bed next to the drunken 6â2 baby. a delicate hand rubbed his back; despite being annoyed at him for getting this drunk, you were still worried.
âhey, babe, câmon â turn over. you need to drink some waterâŠâ
rafe unceremoniously flipped over, long legs dangling off the side of the bed. he sat up slowly and groaned at each movement. the room was nonstop spinning, so he decided to focus on one thing: your face. a smile worked its way onto his lips before he could stop himself.
you looked so beautiful, all worried and doting on him. blue eyes stared at your features (like he didnât already have them committed to memory). the tent in his pant caught your eye and he watched as your eyes rolled. despite the memories of nights spent tangled up with him, you couldnât believe the audacity he had.
âno way youâre seriously hard right nowââ
âmmm, canât control it around you.â
his smirk was frustrating you, in more ways than one. no, you wouldnât do anything while he was this drunk. he knows that. yet he still tries to lean up andâ
the water bottle presses to his lips, you trying to ease him into drinking and ignoring the bulge youâve become all too familiar with. his betrayed expression made you snicker. this wasnât the time to let fantasies run wild. kicking off your slippers and tucking your legs beneath you, you leaned closer.
âcâmon, rafe,â your voice was sweet, so sweet. he couldnât do anything but take large gulps of water, trying to please you. he was a dumbass but you smiled at his eager approach.
âokay, okay â slow down before you jusâ throw it all upâŠâ the giggle you let out settled right into his bones. rafe found himself wondering why you were just friends. he thought that a lot lately.
âgo out with me.â
he definitely thought he sounded more debonair than he did. in reality, half of the words he spoke just flowed into each other. but he kept that low drawl that always sent you reeling. you couldnât do this, couldnât approach that territory. not now. youâd be happy if you never did.
ârafeââ you tensed up.
âno, seriously. youâreâ youâre gorgeous and yâput up with me. i mean, câmonââ
the deep sting to your heart wasnât something new. but it felt stronger this time, more painful. with a sigh, you set the water back down on his nightstand, brushing his hair back as he continues to rant.
âi think we get along great. yâknow yâten times better thanâ than any other chick iâve been withâ shit, any chick on the islandââ
a bittersweet smile graced your lips. rafe noticed they were devoid of any pink or gloss. you really got out of bed just to come and take care of him? thatâs gotta mean something.
âcâmon, doll face⊠gimme a reason yâshouldnât.â
his words trailed off into contented hums when you started to scratch his scalp. boys are so easy. but boys arenât rafe.
âiâm a bitch.â the resignation in your voice was telling. being a bitch, being called one wasnât something new to you. these days you accepted the word with pride, reclaiming it in a sense. but you knew rafe, kook boys, and hell even pogue boys didnât want a bitch. you were too much for most people.
the scoff he let out made you smile, cheeks dimpling and fingers twisting his hair. he shook his head with a frown and rested a large hand on your waist.
ânooo, yânot.â the words punctuated with a squeeze.
âi amââ
rafe reached up and cupped the back of your neck, silencing any chance to speak or protest. you know what that touch meant: âiâm talking nowâ.
âyouâre beautiful. andâ and smart and good.â his whispered words are drunken and mumbled. but you felt like your heart might explode, a heat pushing through your veins and replacing the blood with rafe.
rafe, rafe, rafe.
âbest girl i know... yeah?â he urges, squeezing the back of your neck. your heart thumps faster at the pressure. you nod, because what else can you do when he speaks to you like that?
with a satisfied hum, he smiles. the action completely softens his face and it blows you away every time. youâre pressed closer, leaning over him, and heâs staring at you like he canât believe youâre real.
âthatâs my girlâŠâ
you canât tell who leans in first, but soon youâre locking lips with your best friend. something that shouldnât be familiar and exhilarating as it is, but continues to be every single time. the kiss that you share is more gentle than you two have ever been with each other. in your complicated relationship, it was always hot and rough.
but this⊠this was slow and comforting. he tasted like whiskey and you let your lips part just slightly, a tentative lick of his tongue into the warmth of your mouth made you feel weak.
rafe was alight with want. heâd always wanted you. wanted to be in your presence. wanted to hear your voice. wanted to have you beneath him. wanted to be beneath you. he wanted it all. maybe it was the whiskey talking, but nothing had ever felt more right than when your hand cupped his cheek and your lips where on his.
âyou should sleepâŠâ your voice was hardly recognizable, soft and hesitant against his lips. he didnât have to to ask, you knew he wanted you to stay. and you know you couldnât have left if you wanted to.
so, you let him wrap his arms around you and nestled into his neck. and when he starts to snore like he always denies he does, you felt like things might be okay. despite it all, he was gonna be your rafe.
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gemini | S.R.
two emotionally wrought people collide at a wedding, and a sexual escapade ensues.
part two
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: softdom!spencer, use of the term "good girl" (i couldn't help myself), unprotected sex, reader on bc, alcohol, spoilers for 14x15 truth or dare, lowkey idiots in love, fucking against a wall?, fingering, heavy petting, r has an oral fixation, r is wearing a dress and makeup, explicit consent (hot), public sex, i think that's all word count: 3.42k a/n: this is a little self-indulgent and i don't care! based on literally just the first line of the song gemini by del water gap. probably not ever gonna get a part two. i've never done angsty smut (smangst?) before, so this was fun.
so, here's the setting, we met fucked up at a wedding
Swirling the drink you held in your hand, you watched your friends as they chatted. The pink liquid in the cup, concocted by Penelope Garcia, was far too sweet for your taste, but you needed the liquid courage to make it through the wedding.
It wasnât that you werenât happy for Krystall and Dave. It was that weddings oftentimes left a bitter taste in your mouth â one so bitter that not even Penelopeâs drink could offset it.
In your periphery, you saw a blur of purple in the corner, looking up to see Spencer. His hand still bandaged from his most recent brush with death, he used his free one to grip a glass of water. Raising your eyebrows, you gave him your best attempt at a smile before you greeted him, âYou look good, Dr. Reid.â
He was fully donned in his favorite color, and you tried to pretend that you didnât notice that your dress matched the purple hue of his suit. âThanks,â he said shortly, not quite meeting your eyes.
Noting the way he was looking past you, you demurely leaned your head down, glancing over your shoulder so that you could see what he was looking at, only to see JJ. She looked gorgeous in her red dress, laughing at something her husband said before her eyes caught something.
She was staring back at Spencer, and not for the first time, you found yourself wondering what happened in that pawn shop. Bringing your eyes back up to Reid, you watched the confused look in his eyes bloom as he peeled his eyes away from JJ.
Sick of it, you spoke up, âAlright, I had dibs on being the mopey one tonight. Whatâs wrong?â You had wanted to brush it off as long-lasting nerves from the hostage situation, but he was acting strange.
You knew you werenât his best friend, that was a title that JJ had been the reigning champion of since the beginning of time. Yet, you still noticed the rigidity in Spencerâs shoulders as he displayed a clear discomfort with his surroundings. You tried to think of something to say to him. How could you ask him if he wanted to get out of here without it sounding like a sexual proposition?
âJJ told me she loved me,â he said, his voice so low you werenât even sure you had heard him correctly.
Your head snapped up, âOh.â Swallowing thickly, you tilted your head curiously, letting loose hair tumble to the side. âDo you love her?â Likely not the right conversation for the wedding of everyoneâs favorite right-person-wrong-time couple, but you were desperate for a rope to pull yourself out of your wallowing.
He took a sip of his water before setting the empty glass on the bar counter, âI did.â The admission hit you like a ton of bricks, until her continued, âbut nowâŠâ
Filling in the blanks, you shrugged, âSheâs married. They have kids.â Spencer was always doing the right thing, so pushing his feelings aside for the sake of JJâs family made the most sense.
Furrowing his brows, he pondered this for a moment before speaking, âItâs not just that. I have feelings for someone else.â
âOh,â you repeated, and somehow the thought of him being in love with an unfamiliar figure hurt more than him being in love with your mutual friend.
The both of you let the conversation lag, watching as Penelope came back up to the bar and poured more drinks. After she accused you of being boring for not wanting another drink, everyone returned to the tables. âHave you dated anyone since him?â
You choked on your newly acquired water, cupping your hand underneath your jaw in an attempt to stop water from getting on your dress. âUh, no. Iâve kind of sworn off dating ever since,â you replied, shaking your hand out and letting water droplets fall to the floor.
Sighing, you slouched in your seat, remembering that all youâd ever be was a jaded bride. Left by your fiancĂ© on the day of your wedding, doomed to never love again. Until you met Spencer Reid.
âFor everyone?â Spencer asked, and you cursed his natural curiosity.
His question caught you off guard. Despite yourself, you shook your head, âI have like⊠one person who, if they asked me, Iâd say yes.â Your skin started to feel warm, and you werenât sure if it was your proximity to him or Penelopeâs drink coming back with a vengeance.
Spencer stepped a little closer to you, leaning casually on the counter as if he wasnât affecting your ability to focus. âWhoâs your person?â The question was innocent enough that it made your heart ache.
âIt doesnât matter, heâs into someone else,â you told him, reaching behind your neck to pull your hair up, haphazardly twisting it. You didnât have a hair tie, so you let the locks fall once you felt some semblance of relief.
This statement seemingly bothered Spencer because he looked into his glass, âDid he tell you that?â
Nodding, you chewed on the inside of your lip. âYeah,â maybe not in so many words, Spencer was rarely crass enough to say he was into someone, but you understood well enough.
The conversation lagged between the two of you once again, your own private thoughts were only interrupted when the music changed. It was a slow song, one for the couples of the night to dance to.
You took a chance, âDo you want to go explore the building with me? Itâs getting stuffy in here,â you said, taking one final swig of your water before jumping up from your stool.
He looked back at JJ, who was there with Will, and then forward to the girl who was asking to take him away, âYes.â
David Rossi had spared no expense for his second wedding to his third wife, and the manor that you found yourself meandering within felt never-ending. Something about following Spencer as he led the way and told you facts about the history of the building felt so normal, and you wondered if it would hurt when the night was over. Maybe this would just end as another memory to loathe about weddings.
Trailing him into another room, you stumbled into his back. Quickly, Spencer spun back and caught you before you could fall to the ground.
Steadying yourself, your heart thrummed at the way he was touching you, tightly holding your waist so that you wouldnât trip. Once you were no longer wobbling, Spencer reached up and gingerly lifted the fallen spaghetti strap of your dress back over your shoulder. Before you had fully thought out your actions, you leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him.
It was hesitant and gentle, but once you registered that you were kissing him you soon realized that he was kissing you back. What started out as a small peck on the lips quickly morphed into full, open-mouthed kisses.
You thought Spencer might eat you alive, and for a moment, you thought you might let him.
Without separating your lips, he herded you over to the wall, pinning your hips to the wall as you felt heat grow between your legs.
Pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth, Spencer pulled away ever so slightly, your faces just inches apart. âIs this okay?â He asked you, his eyes flickering down to your lips like he was holding himself back from kissing you again.
There was fear. A fear that if you moved forward tonight, nothing would ever be the same, but you took a chance  and nodded quickly, âYes.â
Your answer acted as a release as Spencer dropped his head back down and the two of you reattached your lips. Despite your attempts to ignore it, you felt his hardened length pressing into you through several layers of clothes.
Twisting your head away, you gasped as Spencer took the opportunity to place his lips on your neck, gently suckling on the tender skin as you tried to catch your breath. âAre you sure about this?â You breathed, running your hands underneath his suit jacket, wanting nothing more than to push it off of him.
âYes,â he answered, giving you the same consent that you had already given him, and it was enough for you to reach for his belt buckle. No matter how badly you wanted to see him entirely bare in front of you, this just wasnât the place for it.
Gently, you slid your hand down his front, savoring the way his breath hitched against your neck as your fingertips precariously lifted the waistband of his boxers. He gently nipped at your earlobe as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock.
You let your head fall backward, allowing him better access to your neck as you moved your hand. Moving your hand up so that you could swipe your thumb over the tip.
You dragged your other hand down, pulling his boxers down so that you could get a good look at what you were working with, and biting your lip at the sight of it. Slowly, you started to pump his impressive length, noting how his breathing patterns changed with your movements.
Dragging a knuckle up the underside of him, he dropped his head to your shoulder as you collected his pre-cum on your index finger on your way up, bringing your hand up to your mouth and licking the droplet off, peering up at him.
âYouâre so good at that, baby,â he told you, sighing as he reached up and placed his hand on the side of your neck, skimming his thumb over your jawline as his free hand started to make its way up your dress, pausing when he only met bare skin. âNo underwear?â He questioned, furrowing his brow at you as you bit your lip, trying to refrain from pressing into his hand.
Whimpering almost indiscriminately, you shook your head, âCouldnât, panty lines would show under the dress.â
Spencer hummed in recognition, moving his hand up to cup your sex so that you could feel your own wetness on his hand. A pathetic whine escaped your throat as your walls clenched with need, still stopping yourself from grinding on his hand. âWhat do you need?â He asked, a teasing lilt in his voice, âCome on, you can tell me.â
âYou, please,â you answered, your voice dangerously bordering on pleading. âYour hands, anything,â you squeaked out, breathing heavily as you awaited his next move.
Gently, he slipped a finger inside your wet hole, causing you to release a satisfied sigh. âYouâre so wet,â he whispered in your ear as you tilted your head back and pressed your lips to his.
As his hand picked up in pace, so did your breathing. With each movement of his hand, you struggled to keep your volume at a respectable level, small whimpers continued escaping you even as you bit down on the inside of your lip. âSpence,â you whined, moaning aloud as he slipped a second finger into you, âOh, god.â
The silence of the room around you only exacerbated the wet sounds that were emanating from your sex, and if it didnât feel so good, you mightâve been embarrassed. In fact, as you felt a familiar coil winding in your abdomen, you found that you didnât have the capacity to feel anything other than pleasure.
Crying out, you nodded as Spencer continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, âFuck,â you said, caring less about your volume levels. Even less so when he responded by pressing the heel of his hand against your clit, the pressure proving to be enough to send you over the edge.
âItâs okay,â Spencer whispered in your ear, âLet it go for me, baby.â His words continued as you felt your walls spasming around his fingers, his ministrations had slowed, but he worked you through your orgasm before withdrawing his fingers and lifting them up to your mouth.
Accepting the invitation, you leaned forward and sucked the sweet juices off of his hand, slipping your tongue between his two fingers as you looked up at him. You half expected him to be watching you with lust-blown eyes, but he was watching you just as attentively as he had when you started this escapade.
He retrieved his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying pop and reached down to ruche the fabric of your dress up around your waist. âWait,â he said suddenly, gripping the silky cloth, âI donât have a condom.â
Your eyes widened and you shook your head, âI donât mind.â Still breathing heavy from your previous orgasm, you shook your head again, âI mean. Iâm on birth control â and Iâm good at it. I mean I keep up with it.â Now babbling, you hoped heâd say something. âIâm clean. I trust you.â
Nodding in understanding, he placed a hand on the side of your neck and looked at you intently. âIâm not going to do anything until you catch your breath,â he told you, taking up an authoritative tone.
Blinking rapidly, you evened out your breathing as he ran his hand up and down your torso, âIâm sorry,â you whispered, taking another deep breath as you looked up at him.
Spencer shook his head, âDonât be sorry.â He leaned his head down, pressing soft kisses down the side of your neck as you finally pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. âYouâre so pretty,â he murmured, leaning down to grip the backs of your thighs.
âItâs okay if you canât lift me,â you rambled quickly, getting his attention as you aired your concern.
He raised his eyebrows expectantly, pressing his hips into yours and lifting your feet off of the ground. The leverage that he had, along with the support of the wall behind him, allowed him to get both of your feet off of the ground. You wouldâve spent more time being impressed by this feat if you werenât so distracted by his painfully hard cock that had now slipped between your folds.
Leaning down, you desperately kissed his lips, wanting him to give you those open-mouthed kisses that you had started out with. Instead, you cried out when, without warning, his full length slipped into you.
Placing gentle kisses on your collarbone, Spencer murmured, âAre you okay?â He whispered, seeming like he was using all of his self-control to just stay still.
You nodded, feeling his cock throbbing so deep in you that you were almost afraid youâd come from just that pressure alone. âBeen a while,â you murmured, taking a deep, shaky breath.
He hummed in understanding, âIâve got you, take your time.â
His words filled your stomach with butterflies, and it wasnât just because he was fully sheathed in you. âSpence,â you whimpered, âMove.â
On your cue, Spencer gave a tentative thrust, permitting your resulting moan to mix with his grunt. âFuck, baby,â he said, continuing to thrust in and out of your cunt, filling the room with the crude squelching of your actions. âIâm not going to last long,â he informed you.
Throwing your head back in ecstasy, you moaned helplessly when Spencer dropped one of your legs to the ground, hooking his arm underneath your other knee, providing a new, deeper angle. You swore as the sensations started to feel overwhelming.
The new angle gave him more control over his movements, enabling him to use his free hand to pull at your breast through the fabric of your dress. As you tugged gently at his hair, you tilted your head back, âSpence, I- shit,â you cursed, recognizing the tell-tale signs of your second orgasm approaching.
If it werenât for his words of encouragement, you wouldâve been embarrassed by coming too quickly, and if anything, the words only spurred you closer to the finish line. âCome for me,â he said, thrusting harder into you as he tried to reach the same point. âLet me know how good I make you feel,â he said, continuing his thrusts until his hips stuttered.
âComing,â you whimpered, dropping your head forward onto his shoulder as you felt your walls tightening around his hard length. Crying out as he continued to pound into you, you buried your face into his neck and nipped at the skin to muffle your sounds.
Now he was solely working toward his own orgasm, having given you two of your own. âYouâre such a good girl,â he panted.
Suckling gently at the skin on his neck â not hard enough to leave a mark, you littered kisses on his sensitive skin. âCome in me, baby,â you murmured, trying to spur him on.
Your success was apparent as his movements faltered and his cock started throbbing, feeling the pulses of his cum as it filled you, your eyes rolled back at the feeling while Spencer slowed to a halt, waiting for a beat before he pulled out of you entirely.
Shuddering at the emptiness you now felt, you leaned against the wall once both of your feet were on the ground. As your legs trembled, you watched as Spencer crouched to fish something out of his jacket, leaving you with your mixture of fluids running down your legs.
As he grabbed the handkerchief from his breast pocket, you gasped slightly as you realized his intentions. âSpence, youâll ruin it,â you insisted.
âWould you rather go back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs?â He asked, knelt in front of you with his brows raised in mock innocence.
Swallowing thickly, you shook your head, âJesus.â
He chuckled, using the handkerchief to wipe up the mess the two of you had made on your legs before carelessly tossing it into a nearby trashcan. Noting the way your legs were still shaking, he lifted your chin ever so slightly, âAre you alright?â
Nodding, you offered him a tired, but genuine smile. âIâm great,â you told him, wiping underneath your eyes where you were sure there was a mess of mascara.
Taking your hand in his, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, Spencer led to toward the French doors that led to the balcony, taking you out into the fresh air.
As you leaned up against the railing, Spencer shook out his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, doing his best to keep you comfortable. âHey,â you whispered, âI really am fine. Are you? Howâs your hand?ïżœïżœ In all of the hormones, you had forgotten about his injury.
Spencer nodded, looking over the property that Rossi had rented. âIâm good, Y/N. I feel good.â You wished heâd call you baby again, but maybe that was too much to ask for. His eyebrows furrowed.
âWhat are you thinking about?â You asked him, recognizing the look from years of working together.
He hummed, reaching up and sweeping a strand of hair off of your forehead. âThat guy? The one who told you heâs into someone else? I can confidently say heâs an idiot.â
Flushing, you smiled to yourself at the fact that Spencer was calling himself an idiot, especially when he was anything but. Shrugging, you waved him off anyway, âNobodyâs perfect, Spence.â
âNo, I suppose not, but even soâŠâ he told you, allowing his voice to trail off like he wasnât totally sure what he wanted to say to you. âIf he canât see whatâs right in front of him, then maybe you need to turn your attention elsewhere.â
Sighing, you leaned your chin in your hand, âThanks, but I donât know. Maybe there is better out there, and Iâm just not worth it.â No, after tonight, youâd likely never get over him. It mightâve started as a workplace crush, but you felt in your heart that it was now something deeper.
Spencer shook his head, âNow, thatâs where we disagree.â
âSpencer, I canât-â Your voice is cut off when you hear someone calling your name from inside the building, smoothing out the front of your dress one more time, you step back into the room, coming face to face with JJ.
She smiles in recognition of you, but the grin immediately fades from her face when Spencer walks out behind you, âHey, weâve been looking for you guys,â she said flatly. âTheyâre about to cut the cake.â
Nodding, you took another quick look at Spencer before following the blonde out of the room, leaving your secret in the room behind you.
part two
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what happens when you give the hyung line an aphrodisiac ă ă ă?
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chris is completely sure the aphrodisiac candies you purchased wouldn't do a thing, just a silly marketing gimmick printed all over the foil packaging he turned over in his hands. but you had gotten them as a surprise, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelingsâ so he casts aside his doubts and eats his share with a smile, ready to put on his best show of pretending to be affected. he wouldn't even be really acting, since you can get him going no matter what... yet to his complete shock reduced to a mess within minutes, panting and squirming above you, his hips canting up to press the swell of his clothed cock against the curve of your ass. his control slips when you grind back against him, pussy drunk and unable to think of anything other than fuck, claim, breed as he flips you over and mounts you like an animal. heâs definitely having you get more of these.
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minhoâs immediate response to you showing him the chocolates was to scold you for wasting money on worthless placebos. there was no way you believed that they would actually do anything, right? but he eats them with you anyway, because youâre very persuasive when youâre pouting. heâll tell you they did nothing for him at all, as heâs knuckle deep in your pussy, your hot little mouth swallowing his cock to the hilt. he didnât feel a thing, as heâs lining up his weeping tip to your entrance. heâs completely unaffected, watching with dark hazy eyes as his thick cum leaks out of your hole. those stupid chocolates had nothing to do with how he fucked you until the sun came up. and you let him believe it, because it gives you an excuse to try it again.
đHANGBIN
changbin always finds some way to derail your plans⊠you had hidden some aphrodisiac chocolates your had bought in hopes of surprising him with them later, but you were never the best at hiding thingsâ your boyfriend finds them within the first day. mistaking them for regular candy, he eats them without a thought; and hours later he calls you desperately from the studio, hiding in the bathroom with his pants around his knees as he fists his aching cock. the lewd wet sounds echo against the tile and harmonize with his pretty low moans, all filtering directly into the phoneâs speaker and making your pussy throb. âi need you so bad,â he whimpers, his hand speeding up, âneed your pussy so badâŠâ detailing in a needy groan every nasty little thing he planned to do to you once he got home, the growl in his voice enough to make your legs shake. you hated to ruin the mood, but you just had to know; âbinnie, did you eat those chocolates in the pantry?â âum⊠maybe?â
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the candies were his idea, actuallyâ he figured they were a perfect addition to the films he liked to make. you couldnât even call them sex tapes, with how careful and artistic hyunjin was in filming them⊠but he loved to film often, and was always coming up with new ways to keep things new and exciting. sharing candies between kisses on camera, hands wandering as you lay tangled together on the hotel bed. the both of you growing hotter and needier as time went on, gentle caresses turning into rough manhandling, tugging at each otherâs clothes til you were both bare in eachotherâs arms. hyunjin looks straight into the camera with a smirk as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, your face buried in the pillow to muffle your scream when he slides his thick long cock into your wet pussy with one firm thrust. he reaches over to pick the camera up off of itâs tripod, angles it down so it gets a clear view of your asscheeks bouncing against his abs from the force of his thrusts, his big hand pressing down on your arched back as his cock splits your creamy cunt open. neither of you last as long as usual, deeply affected by the aphrodisiac and desperate for releaseâ he makes sure to get the best possible angle of him pulling out and cumming on your ass, pearly white ropes of cum decorating your flushed skin like a painting. youâre his favorite work of art, and he just canât get enough of showing it off.
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