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Loving a Killer: Mistakes in a Hardware Store
Pairing: Killer!Harry x wife!reader
Masterlist: Here
CW: Harry is a tad bit over protective in this, threats of violence, semi angsty bits, language.
A/N: Harry had done something wrong and shockingly enough it has nothing to do with what he does for a living, so enjoy him trying to get you to forgive himâš
âLooking at it every five seconds isnât going to make it magically start ringing you know that right?â Harry just ignores Mitchâs comment as he looks at his phone for the sixth time in the last five minutes, letting out a sigh when he all heâs met with is the date and time on his Lock Screen, no message from you or your name flashing across it like it normally does when you call him. âTrouble in paradise?â Mitch asks as he looks over and watches Harry run a hand through his hair as he tosses his phone onto his desk.
âSheâs not talking to me.â Is all he says before he stands up and begins pacing the length of his desk while Mitch spins his chair around so his back is facing his own desk allowing him to watch his bestfriend have what he could only describe as a breakdown of some sort due to not having heard from you all day. Harry pauses and runs a hand over his face then just looks at Mitch over his shoulder. âI think sheâs mad-â
âWhat did you do?â Harry lets out a groan as he walks over to his desk and places his hands flat on top of it and Mitch raises a brow at him when he notices him look down and close his eyes while letting out a deep sigh. âHarry tell me you didnât-â
âYouâve got to stop assuming Iâm walking around killing people without telling you.â Harry jokes as he lifts his head to send Mitch a glare. âI didnât even really put my hands on anyone this time.â He explains making his friend just roll his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.
âThen what exactly did you do?â
âShe went with me to get some stuff so I can fix the shed door in the backyard and while we were at the hardware store some dude came up to her and started chatting her up so I mightâve threatened him a little.â
âYouâre such a hot head man you need to relax and realize your wife is a catch so dudes are going to want to try to flirt with her.â
âWhat the hell did you just say?â Mitch doesnât even flinch at how harsh Harryâs tone is as he straightens himself up and takes a step towards him with a quirked brow, Mitch is extremely familiar to this side of his bestfriend. âIâm just supposed to let people flirt with her and think they have some sort of shot with her?â
âTheyâll know they donât have a shot with her because sheâll let them know. She doesnât need you to do it.â Mitch casually explains as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world but Harry just lets out a scoff and throws his hands up in air, clearly annoyed at the idea of having his wife be the one to tell creeps to leave her alone.
âShe shouldnât have to worry about telling wanks who want to chat her up to fuck off.â He snaps while he walks back over to his desk to reach for his phone. âIâm her husband itâs my job to do that for her.â Mitch rolls his eyes at his explanation as he watches Harry tap away on his phone.
âNo itâs your job to trust her and let her handle herself in situations like that.â Harry canât help but feel his heart sink as Mitchâs words hit him, he knows he can be a tad bit overprotective when it comes to you and that often leads to him overreacting in certain situations but heâs never thought about how him reacting the way that he does could make you feel as if he doesnât trust you or think you canât handle yourself.
âI do trust her.â Mitch just nods as he uncrosses his arms so he can stand up from his chair. âI just-you know how I am with her.â He says with a sigh as Mitch takes a step towards him so he can place a hand on his shoulder.
âI know how you are with her and I know itâs because you love her but sometimes itâs a little much. But the real question is how are you gonna fix this?â Mitch asks as he gives Harryâs shoulder a squeeze before letting it go. âI hear flowers work wonders.â He suggests making Harry send him a glare making Mitch chuckle because sometimes itâs glaringly obvious how single Mitch is compared to Harry.
âAlready had a bouquet delivered to her office this morning since she only works a half day today.â He mumbles and Mitch just gives him a nod of approval as he watches Harry tap a few things on his phone before he locks it and slides into his back pocket. âI have to go. You good to handle the rest of the day without me?â Harry questions making Mitch just brush him off as he turns to head back towards his desk.
âYeah Iâm fine we have that Gavin guy tomorrow and today is just paperwork.â Harry just nods at Mitchâs answer before he gathers his keys and tosses his work bag over his shoulder. âGood luck.â Mitch says with a smile as Harry gives him one more glance before turning and heading out their shared office door and down the hallway for the door that opens to the stairs leading up to the lobby of the building the two of them work at.
Harry hates the feeling he gets when he walks inside the front door, heâs not met with the usual warmth that always radiates off of you and seeps into his body and relaxes him as it makes its way from his tired feet all the way up to his sore shoulders. Today heâs met with silence and the utter coldness that comes with it and itâs almost enough to send a shiver down his spine, but the only thing that keeps him from turning around and leaving is that he knows youâre home because he parked next to your car in the driveway and he is willing to do anything get your warmth back into the house.
He knows where youâre at, itâs just something that he canât help with what he does for a living he knows how to keep track of people when theyâre in relatively close proximity to him. So as soon as he walked in the front door he could see your foot hanging off the love seat tucked away in the corner of the living room near the bookshelf next to the floor lamp that you opted to turn on instead of the main light. He acts as if he didnât see you as he drops his keys in the bowl by the door and slips his shoes off before he makes his way into the kitchen where he places his work bag on the table, he can feel your eyes on him from the living room and he takes that as a decent sign that youâre even wanting to look at him.
He runs a hand through his hair as he contemplates his next move, he knows you donât like confrontation so you wonât be the one to tell him youâre mad at him so if he wants this to get resolved in a timely manner heâs going to need to be the one to initiate the conversation but heâs just not in a hurry to hear you say youâre upset with him. So Harry does what he thinks is the best thing to do in the moment because he knows you, he knows what you really need from him in this moment and heâs more than willing to give it to you if it spares him, at least for a few minutes from having to hear you tell him how unhappy he made you the other day. He turns around and quietly heads into the living room, he watches as you close the book he knows you stopped reading the moment he walked through the front door and place it on the side table near the lamp. As soon as heâs in front of you he reaches down and grabs your hands as he drops to his knees, he looks at you as he brings your hands to his lips and places sweet kisses to your knuckles and he doesnât miss the slight shade of pink your cheeks get at his actions.
âIâm sorry baby.â He makes sure his words come out nice and clear so you donât miss them between little pecks to your knuckles. âI know I made you upset yesterday and Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have threatened him or-â
âWeâve had this conversation before havenât we Harry?â You ask making Harry just swallow before nodding his head and he swears he feels his heart drop to his stomach when you turn and look away from him. âI know you want to protect me from all the creeps and jerks but Harry yesterday you-â
âDonât say it.â He cuts you off as he lets your hands slip out of his as he stands up. âPlease donât say it.â His voice is low as he takes a small step away from you as he feels as if his world might be crumbling down around him as the thought of you telling him you were afraid of him bounces around in his head.
âHarry look at me.â He canât help himself as he does what you ask because even though his whole world may feel like itâs on the verge of falling apart heâs still your husband, the man who hasnât ever really been able to not do whatever it is you ask of him. âIâm not afraid of you.â He feels your hands on his arms slowly running up until they are cupping the sides of his face making sure he canât look away from you. Your words take a moment to sink in through the layers of sheer panic and anxiety running through his mind but when they finally do Harry lets out a deep breath and feels as if his legs could give out at any moment with the amount of relief that washes over him.
âI was going to say that in that moment you were being one of the jerks you try to protect me from all the time.â All Harry can do is just nod because youâre right, he was being exactly the type of person he tries to keep you away from and honestly Harry is still recovering from the fact you admitted you arenât afraid of him so a nod is the best he can do in the moment. âYou threatened someoneâs life all because he was asking me if I had any recommendations for a good weather resistant wood varnish.â When Harry rolls his eyes he instantly knows itâs a mistake because he feels your hands drop from his face making his lips turn downward into a slight frown while you take a few steps away from him.
âIâm sorry sweetheart but that was clearly a line and he was trying to flirt-â
âSo him flirting with me means you need to come in and grab him by his shirt and tell him that if he so much as looks at me again the next project youâll be working on will be his coffin?â Harry can count on one hand the amount of times youâve raised your voice since heâs met you, each time has almost always been towards him and he hates that heâs the one who gets you to the point where you lose your ability to speak in your usual soft and gentle tone and are left with no choice but to make your voice louder and a little meaner in hopes itâll help get your point across more clearly.
âI didnât mean to grab him. That was a mistake.â He doesnât make an attempt to get closer to you even though every part of him wants to reach out and pull you into him, he wants to give you the space you need to tell him exactly how his actions made you feel and he knows you wonât be able to do that if he crowds you. And as much as he normally loves to play dirty and use his knowledge against you, this time he wants you to get everything out because he wants to be better for you so if he has to stand here and take it for a few more minutes then so be it.
âWas that the only mistake you made yesterday?â He wants to say he really didnât make any mistakes yesterday but he doesnât, he just rubs his lips together as you place a hand on your hip letting him in on the fact youâre getting annoyed at this conversation.
âPlease just answer me because I donât want to argue with you anymore but I need to know if you really think thatâs the only mistake you made yesterday.â Harry can tell by the slight pleading tone of your voice that youâre beginning to break, your walls of anger are starting to crumble and he canât help himself but feel a small sense of relief because he can work with this, he can find a way to make your walls come down and get you to forgive him.
âNo.â He answers as he takes a small cautious step towards you making you raise an eyebrow at him as a signal to have him elaborate on his answer. âI shouldnât have threatened him or raised my voice in the store because I know how you feel about causing scenes in public.â He adds as he takes another small step towards you and he canât help the small smirk that forms on his face when he sees your hand drop from your hip as you playfully roll your eyes at the mention of causing a scene.
âAnything else?â Your voice is much softer now and Harry feels like this is a good time to take a chance so he reaches an arm out so he can place a hand on your hip and he smiles when you donât make any moves to wiggle out of his grasp or bring your own hand down to push his away.
âLetting you give me the silent treatment for the rest of the day. Thatâs probably the biggest mistake I made because you know how much I love hearing you talk.â Now normally youâd take that as a tease of some sort but Harryâs not an idiot, or at least not in this moment so heâs sure to sound as serious as possible without ruining the lighthearted mood thatâs beginning to form between the two of you.
âYou love hearing me talk?â Harry just gives you a smile as he ever so gently pulls you closer to him by his hold on your hip.
âYour voice is one of my favorite sounds.â He admits without a single drop of hesitation because itâs the truth. âEspecially right before you fall asleep and itâs this mixture of a whisper and just mumbles of nonsense.â His eyes stare into yours as he raises his free hand so he can brush a few strands of hair out of your face and back behind your ear. âBut my favorite is when itâs got this hint of excitement to it like when youâre telling me about a new book you found that youâre now obsessed with or better yet the rants you go on about books you hate those are very fun and your voice gets this almost twinge of absolute disgust to it that I always find entertaining because itâs so rare you find something you donât like.â He keeps his hand on the side of your face cupping your jaw, gently running his thumb over your cheek.
âSo really baby it about killed me not getting to hear your voice for a whole day all because I was an asshole and couldnât handle some guy flirting with you in a Home Depot.â He wants to pull your face towards his and seal his words with a kiss but he doesnât, heâs a gentleman after all and knows itâs only right to let you decide when heâs earned his kissing privileges back sees as you just broke the day long silent treatment you were giving him not even five minutes ago.
âHis name was Brad.â Harryâs grip on your hip tightens a little while he other hand falls from your face as you give him an unwanted detail of your encounter yesterday. âMaybe if you knew that before you went all crazy on him you wouldâve reconsidered? Because whoâs going to pick some dude named Brad over their hot husband named Harry?â He just chuckles as you give him a playful smirk while reaching your hands up to grab both sides of his face.
âWell when you put it like that.â He jokes as he feels you begin to pull his face down towards yours. âI really am sorry sweetheart I swear it wonât happen again.â He whispers as he bumps the tip of his nose into yours making you smile.
âI know you are and thatâs why I forgive you.â Thatâs all Harry needs to hear before he allows himself to close the gap between his lips and yours, he feels you smile against his lips as you pull him even closer to you when you feel him try to pull away.
âI love you.â He mumbles between kisses making you giggle as your hands go from his face down to his chest so you can grip onto his shirt while his hand holds onto the back of your neck.
In this moment Harry knows that the two of you are going to be okay, that while you may hate how he over reacts and gets a little too protective at times, you still love him and havenât decided to give up on him or at least not yet. So Harry decides right then and there that heâs going to actually try to be better, but while he really will try he canât promise he wonât mess up every now and then because heâs still Harry, and when it comes to you he doesnât think heâll ever be okay with people getting too close or being too friendly.
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(single loud AA) (the forest goes silent immediately after) (birdsong returns moments later)
#i am once again begging everyone to recognize that we do not live in a world where pointing out the little idiosyncrasies of these people#causes them to spontaneously combust like a scooby doo villain#like yes cool you can report to me on these matters#but can we stop talking at length about how#'omg!! this PROVES this guy was lying!! about this thing everyone clearly knows he's lying about!!'#'because the playbook for this thing includes specifically lying about it!! surely now everyone will see this for what it is đ'#like sorry to break it to you man but the atrocities happening in our world aren't happening because the people in power#just somehow don't know about them#and if someone just points out all the right things#then the people in power will be Enlightened!! and will immediately act in the most just way possible to prevent evil-doing#like newsflash idiot: Everyone Knows.#Everyone Knows Especially Those In Power And It Is Their Vested Interest For This To Keep Happening#it's the same frustration i have over people going#'omg!! this guy doesn't even realize it but there's a CLEAR DISCONNECT between his actions and his stated beliefs!! fail!!'#as some kind of gotcha#as if the people in question are not Literally Doing That On Purpose Because#SPOILERS folks ! ! ! !#the stated beliefs are either fake or deliberately misleading#it's part of the playbook folks#pointing it out won't cause them to have an ace attorney freak out where they're crushed by the moral and logical inconsistency of it all#sorry. i'm just. really sick of reporting that frames every little fucked up thing politicians are doing in the world as#'woah!!!!!! how can they not see that this is bad!?'#they know it's bad. put your outrage towards their goals not the funny little words they use to get there.#i don't need this gaping that acts like listening to gossip and activism are the same thing.
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Random question about the âthey should make persona for people who like good gamesâ post. Do people think the persona series is that bad? I know they arenât perfect but I wouldnât call them bad games.
I had a wholeass essay written out before i realized im too tired to make it sound coherent. AND my only experience is p 4 and 5, so my opinion on it means jack shit. All i can say is that the most recent titles suffer from bad writing. (And repetitive gameplay, but thats a different issue). Be it poorly written characters and dialogue, or poorly written interactions and plot, it is hard to take some of the stuff in the more recent games at face value. One could argue that that just means the game is subpar, not necessarily bad, but thats subjective; bad means different things to different people. And i say this as someone who thinks this game is Not the best but still found it incredibly engaging and entertaining.
#chattin#i am the kind of person to write video essay length posts on games that disappointed me LOL#so i am the wrong person to ask#remember that when thinking about the quality of a game; you should ask urself#who is the target audience? is it accessible to this audience? do i need an outside source to keep up with this game ? (like a guide)#if its in a series; what does it do to separate itself from the others?#is the writing okay? characters? interactions(#?#insensitive content ?#how is it handled? the game may me okay for me but can I have my fat friends enjoy this game???#can i have my trans friends and gay male friends enjoy this game???#who can i recommend it to? my sister is unable to process all of the social links and requirements for these social links#so she just. doesnt do it. she IS the target audience bc she likes rpgs#and she likes the story and characters. but its too overwhelming#and the social links would be overwhelming regardless of the difficulty#are u meant to enjoy the game in one playthrough or across multiple runs??#is it WORTH it to do those runs? for a game that has âchoicesâ it is painfully linear#and it confuses people who are trying to follow the rules (do things in my free time to build confidants)#when theyre unable to actually hang out w confidants bc of a rush of mandatory scenes#velvet room fusions are a pain and overly complex#and the game stops being about making a good build#and it starts to become âmake a shadow null to everything bc the game will keep instakilling youâ#forcing a game over when ur main character dies is ALWAYS bad to me i will swear by this#u make more interesting builds when u arent scared of a gameover#weh. rambling#the game is as bad or good as u want it to br#people clearly love it; we talk about our faves all the time. but how many of us are replaying a game meant to be replayed. not many.
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no i agree like itâs almost robbing max of his autonomy if that makes sense?
people already do that when they talk about jos and kelly and treat max like he's been manipulated all his life
#yes he was a kid but NOW he's 26 years old and he can make his own choices#i don't want to get into this at length but people can never be normal about max#and this comes back into how people treat charles' tragedies#how people talk about the real abuse max experienced as a child as if they know everything about it#as if they know the complicated feelings he must have about it and his family and the people around him whom he clearly loves#like stop putting words in his mouth. this shouldn't even be something that we talk about#asks#misc asks
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heâs annoying, i donât like him (he hasnât given me as much attention lately)
#im fighting for my life out here#i feel so childish and annoying. like rationally ik i canât have his undivided attention. but that doesnât mean i donât want it sometimesđ„ș#i think what actually is happening is that im worrying heâs about to ghost#i feel bad thinking that though. bc he seems like a very honest and mature person? with how he talks abt things i donât think he would rly#ghost me after talking for this amount of time. but ya never can tellâŠ. every time we donât talk as much for a few days i get very nervous#and itâs weirdly quite difficult to push that worry out of my head. and then i get annoyed with myself for worrying about it to begin with#like i canât control what he does so why worry about his hypothetical actions? iâll deal w the consequences of them if or when they occur.#if we stop talking iâll feel sad and iâll miss him for a bit and then iâll get over it. thatâs all. itâs not that bad.#but anyway my point is we good#sometimes idk if id truly feel That sad. i think it depends how it ends.#or maybe i just donât think anyone can hurt my feelings as much as the first person to hurt my feelings in a specific way#like you experience a loss or betrayal or grief - whatever - the first time and itâs all encompassing. it feels like it could genuinely kill#you it hurts so bad. and every subsequent loss or betrayal or grief you experience just isnât the same? you barely flinch#maybe itâs because you learn to process those emotions better or maybe itâs keeping things at armâs length as a protective measure#that means nothing hurts as much as the first thing#idk#this became a silly ramble#im just very attached to him and i miss him when heâs busy but also donât want to ask too much for fear of being a nuisance or rejected :)#ykwim?#i miss him a lot
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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)
oh dear lord
ughhhhh, well:
1. i like my taste in music ig? lol, an obvious answer, but seriously. i'm especially proud of how in the recent couple of years i've been trying to listen to more new (for me) music, instead of listening to the same couple of artists over and over again 'till i'm sick of them lmao. i still have lots and lots to discover, what i listen to is not as diverse as i would like etc. etc. but i'm getting there! no point in rushing this, it's not a competition x) (i recently stumbled upon a post from 4 years ago, where i was asked to list my 9 favorite albums, and... let's say there's been a lot of improvement, that list is vile lmaoo)
2. feels kinda douchey to admit this, but i like my art. it's not perfect obviously, and i have a lot yet to learn, but i enjoy what i'm able to create. there is a lot of frustration from time to time, of course, but i wouldn't do it if i didn't enjoy it, would i?
3. i think i'm a pretty approachable, peaceful person, sometimes too kind for my own good. i'm patient with people and don't seek confrontation. it has it's own downsides sometimes, because i'm also a huge people pleaser, but i'm working on finding a good balance between kindness and knowing when to tell someone to fuck off lol
4. running out of thoughts, hm... maybe my perfectionism? i usually hate it and it brings me a lot of frustration and anxiety, but i guess it can be a good thing sometimes, too. if someone asks me to help them out with something, i'll try to do my best? maybe that, idk
5. and as the last thing here's something a lil bit more vain: i like my body :} i might be not so happy about my face from time to time (though i like it more often nowadays than not. we're stuck together forever so it's not like there's any choice but to learn to appreciate it for what it is lol), but at least i'm happy with my physique!
#this turned out to be way longer than i expected oops#you can tell how i've been lonely lately by the length of this post lmaoo#feels incredibly awkward to talk about myself in positive light#but that's the point so thanks for this!#step by step little by little we'll learn how to accept us for what we are#that some of our weaknesses can be our strength when viewed from another point of view#easier said than done though..#ok i'll stop right there or i'll never shut up#tags; asks; etc.#<- i hope i won't forget this one later
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content. smut, choking, praise, breeding, spit, unprotected sex, dirty talk, squirting, finger sucking, passing out, belly bulge, slight cervix fucking
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Grins when you moan out the words. Feeling his teeth against your skin as he kissed up your neck, stopping just below your ear with a breathy chuckle.
"Yeah? Wan' feel my veins sliding against those walls when i fuck you baby?" He cooed, watching as you nodded with a whimper, tugging at the rubber material stretched over his cock.
"P-please, wanâ it so bad." you choked out a mewl, greedy cunt aching to feel him deep inside you.
He hummed, slender finger pushing back the hair on your forehead, his head tilting as he ran it across your bottom lip instead. âWhat do you wanna feel, hmm? Tell me how you want it.â
"Raw.. wanna feel you raw." Your face burned as Gojo continued to rub his cock teasingly between sopping folds. âMy pleasure baby.â
Your boyfriend tugged off the only form of barrier between you two. Your lips parted in a loud moan when Gojo thrusted into you. Back arching off of the bed as he found a pace, rocking you back and forth each time his cock prodded your gummy spot.
âSatoruu, so goodâ haah. Can feel all of you. So, so deepâ fuck.â You cried out, arms reaching up to scratch at his back as your legs wrapped around his waist. The man slamming his hips down roughly onto your pelvis.
He was right. You could feel every inch of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls. His full length taking its time to kiss your spot before bottoming deep, your head falling back with a series of loud mewls.
âSatoru.â
âYou like feelinâ me like this baby?â He rasped, breathing getting heavier when you clenched down on him. âFuck- can feel all of you too. Slutty pussyâs squeezing me so tight.â
It was so much more intimate than usual, being able to feel all of each other was sending you over the edge. Your noises only became louder and as you neared your high. Eyes rolling back and brain turning to mush with every roll of his hips. A high pitched mewl falling past your lips when he reached down to rub your sensitive clit.
âShould just pump ya full of my cum while weâre at it. Fill you real good.â He grunted, thrusts hard and bruising as he bullied your pussy stuffed. An incoherent babble falling past your lips when his lips brushed over yours. Blue eyes darkening as he grinned, âGonna do just that baby. You want that? Want my cum leaking out of your perfect pussy?â
You nodded with a shaky whimper, body trembling as you dumbly cried out his name, squirting messily onto him and his cock. Gojo letting out a deep groan as his thrusts became sloppy, hammering even deeper into you until he stilled with tensed abs. Pumping your stomach round and full with his cum.
âThere we go, fuck. Take it nice and s-shitâ deep. Good girl.â Pressing a kiss to your lips and pulling out of you, letting his cum seep out of you in thick spurts as you shivered from the loss of contact. Heâd been waiting for that for way too long.
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Raises an eyebrow when you stop him from sliding on the condom. A smirk eventually gracing his face making your cheeks heat up. âOh? My girl wants to get dirty tonight hmm?â
You let out a small whine, your hands over your face pulling out a hum from your boyfriend. You sure about this baby?â
âMhm.. wanna feel you raw.â
âWhatever you want princess.â He wasted no time before he was behind you. A deep arch in your back with your ass in the air and face buried in a pillow. Your grip tight on the sheets as Getoâs thick veiny cock pushed into you.
You let out a mewl, his length grazing your walls while pressing into your g spot.
âFuck. Didnât think this pussy could get any better.â He groaned, a hand on the back of your neck with the other on your hip. A loud cry escaping your throat when he began fucking into you relentlessly.
âSuguru, oh f-fuckk. Nnghâ so good.â you moaned, eyes teary as he continuously slammed into you, rocking your body with each of his mean thrusts.
You could feel him so deep inside you, practically kissing at your cervix every time his hips landed onto your ass. There was so much more contact, being able to feel every inch of his curved length as it pummeled your gummy spot. Your cries of his name muffled as you drooled onto the sheets beneath you.
âYou feel that princess?â He grunted, lifting one of his legs so that he could roll his hips into you. A loud moan leaving your mouth as you nodded, clearly able to feel any change in his movements. âFeel good ainât it?â Keeping up his pace until you were falling apart under him.
Brain turning to mush as your eyes rolled back, Geto pressing down harder into the back of your neck to support his high thrusts. Almost bouncing himself off of the flesh of your ads just so you could feel his deep.
âS-suguru. So good Suguru. Soâ haah,â you could barely process your own words. Mind filled with nothing but how good he felt inside you. Stretching your cunt so good as you clenched around him, wetness trailing his cock with your slick.
âPretty pussyâs so greedy fâ me. Look at how much sheâs sucking me in.â He rasped, breathing speeding up as he let out a series of groans and grunts. âFuck, gonna cum for me baby? Cum for me nice and hard while i fill you up?â
You nodded shakily, body trembling as a choked scream echoed through the room. âF-fuck.â Letting out cries of his name as you fell off the edge. Making a mess on his cock while his thrusts became sloppy.
âShit, can i cum in you princess?â He breathed, your dumbed down hum of confirmation being enough for him as he stilled. Coating your insides with ropes after ropes of his sticky cum.
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Is elated when you utter the words. Immediately stopping whatever he was doing and practically carrying you to your bedroom. âFucking finally. I hate the feeling of that shit on my dick.â He smirked, towering over you until you fell back onto the bed.
The large man on top of you with a groan as he buried his face into your neck. âGonna break that little pussy tonight. Youâre on the pill right baby?â
âYes.â You whimpered, Tojiâs hand snaking around your throat with a hum, âGood.â
It wasnât long before you were naked, your knees pressed into your chest as your loud moans and mewls filled the room. Tojiâs broad hips slamming roughly into yours as he fucked you deep.
Thick girth hitting your g spot with each speedy thrust. You let out a whiny cry, your lips parted in short mewls that matched his harsh movements. Body being rocked into the bed at an inhuman pace as your sopping pussy was bullied.
âT-tojiiâ nngh, so g-ood.â You whimpered, Tojiâs grip on your neck tightening as he leaned further onto you. âYeah? Feel me deep in ya?â Grinning darkly when you nodded, âLetâs see how much deeper i can go hmm?â You let out a tiny sob when he forced his cock even deeper, stretching you open to take all of him as he bottom out.
You couldnât help your loud noises as you felt every part of your boyfriendâs dick inside you. Feeling every vein and every curve rubbing against your slippery walls as his hips rammed forward.
âNeeded to feel this bare pussy fâ so long now, fuck.â He grunted deeply, âSheâs so fucking greedy.â
You mewled shakily, âO-oh fuck- Toji, âm close. Can feel you so deep.â Your boyfriend keeping up his pace with a groan. âOpen fâ me baby.â Letting a glob of his spit fall onto your tongue, a twitch running through his cock when you swallowed tearily.
He was fucking you stupid, brain fuzzy and your vision blurred as you were brought closer and closer to orgasm. Chest heaving heavily when your eyes met Tojiâs. âLook so fucking pretty under me.â Your pussy spasming at the gruff undertone of his voice.
You let out a string of cries of his name, your eyes rolling back as your legs quivered. Tojiâs hand threatening to tighten as he growled lowly. âLook at me when you cum baby.â
Your eyes met his, the manâs thrusts sending pleasurable shivers through your body as you reached your high. Trying your hardest to keep your eyes open as you came. A slap on your clit forcing them back on his as you made a mess.
âThatâs it. My messy fucking girl. âM gonâ fill you up so good.â He breathed, sloppy movements coming to a halt as he buried himself deep inside you. Pumping you full with his hot cum while pressing his lips to yours. It was about time you let him do that.
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He was pleasantly surprised to hear you utter the words, chin still glistening with your juices as he pulled away from your wet pussy. âYou sure you donât want me to use one sweetheart?â
âNuh uh, wanna feel you raw.â You assure, tugging the man closer to you to sit him down. Nanami pulling you onto his lap with a small smile when you whimpered, your sensitive clit accidentally bumping into his thigh.
âWhatever you want sweetheart.â Pressing his lips onto yours for a kiss, allowing you to taste your sweetness as he ran his cock between your folds, collecting your wetness before lining himself up.
You moaned when the large hands on your hips guided you to sink down. His thick cock stuffing you full as you struggled to take all of him, already feeling him deep inside you.
You could feel all of him, pale colored cock grazing your walls perfectly as he reached further and further into you. The outline of his tip visible on your belly when the underside of your thighs touched his lap.
Nanami groaned, hands on your hips helping you to move up and down while you rolled your hips back and forth. Loud mewls falling past your lips as your arms draped over his shoulders, nails digging into his muscular back when he sped up the pace.
âKentoâ so good. So deep.â You cried, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your g spot was pressed into over and over again. The feeling of him kissing your walls so sweetly making your mind grow foggy.
âLook you beautiful when you ride me. Feels so amazing, sweet pussy was made to take my cock like this.â He grunted, watching as your head fell back with a high pitched moan, feeling another orgasm swirling in you.
Nanamiâs breaths sped, guiding you to move even faster on his length as his name fell off your tongue. âKentooâ âm so close. Want you to cum in me.â
Nanami groaned, mouth latching onto one of your breasts as you clenched down on him, your hands finding their way to tangle in blonde strands as your back arched.
âKento, oh f-fuck.â Your toes curled as your eyes closed. Body trembling lightly when you messily gushed onto his thighs. The man feeling his cock twitch as he used your cunt to milk him dry. Allowing his cum to paint your insides a sticky white.
His hands never stopped moving you, whiny mewls leaving your lips at the slight overstimulation as he kissed up your neck. âDonât know how iâll ever be able to go back sweetheart. All i wanna feel is your bare pussy like this.â He breathed, letting his hips do all the work in fucking you to yet another orgasm.
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Sukuna would never tell you, but he sometimes never used condoms anyway. He only made you think that he did. He just needed to feel you. So heâd fuck you till you passed out, giving you no chance of finding out.
When you tell him you finally want to not use one he grins with a head tilt, fingers under your chin as he backed you up onto a wall. âHmm? Whyâs that?â Eyeing you hungrily making you whimper under his gaze.
âJust.. wanna feel you raw.â
Your boyfriend licked his lips with a hum, âI can definitely make that happen.â Not giving you a chance to so much as blink before his arms were hooked under your thighs, lifting you up against the wall with a deep inhale. âWet fâ me already huh? I love that.â
He didnât bother taking off your underwear, ripping your panties right down the middle while your legs secured their place around his hips.
You moaned loudly when he stuffed his full length into you. Able to feel every part and every inch of his cock against your walls when he began fucking up into you. Slamming his hips up at a toe curling speed that had your back arching against the wall.
âK-unaa,â you mewled, your boyfriendâs cock forcing its way in all the way. Leaving a painful stretch as his tip threatened to push past your cervix.
You let out a string of cries, arms holding onto him tight as you were moved up and down at an inhuman pace. âFucking pussyâs so perfect.â He groaned, his movements remaining unaltered as he brought a finger to run across your swollen bottom lip. Shoving it into your mouth to sit at the back of your tongue. âTaking me so well.â
You moaned, eyes clouding with tears as your spot was relentlessly slammed into. Turning you to putty in his hands while your brain went dumb. âKunaaâ feels- nngh.. feels sâ g-good.â
âYeah? Like when i turn you into my little brain dead doll?â He grunted, watching as you nodded with a whiny cry. âMhm, can feel you so deep.â His single hand on your hips allowing him to fuck you to his liking.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, your legs beginning to tremble as your noises got louder. Eyes rolling back with an incoherent babble of his name, letting out a short scream when his spit coating finger reached down to rub at your clit. Circling the small bud with a wide smirk.
âGonna make mess fâ me yeah? Let that pussy spray me like it always does?â
His words went unprocessed in your head, feeling yourself slowly slip in and out of consciousness as you were moved up and down his thick cock like a ragdoll. His cock leaving a visible bulge in your stomach as he neared his own orgasm.
You came with a choked sob, head resting against the wall with an opened mouth. Body quivering uncontrollably in your boyfriendâs arms as you squirted harshly. Coating his cock and legs in your wetness.
Sharp teeth bit at your neck as Sukunaâs thrusts became sloppier. Finally coming to a stop so he could pump you to the brim with his cum. Something that heâd wanted to do for a very long time. âItâs about time i got to fill you up like this.â He breathed, glancing up to see you yet again passed out.
Sukuna chuckled. His size and his speed put together was just too much for you.
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His dick hardened the second you said it. Pouncing on you with widened eyes, âReally?â
You giggled, The boy looking at you with pure need in his puppy like eyes. Hoping that you were being serious about it.
âYes baby, really.â You smiled, feeling your boyfriendâs erect cock pressing into you. âYou sure?â He mumbled, âI wonât be able to pull out.â You pressed a short kiss to his lips, âI donât want you to pull out, wanna feel you raw.â
That was all he needed to hear. Handling you on your knees with your back pressed against his chest. His hips rutting roughly into you as he basked in the feeling of your warm cunt around his bare cock.
âSo good.â He moaned, âYouâre so snug.â Hands on your waist as your head fell back against his shoulder, giving the boy the perfect view of your lewdly bouncing breasts.
You mewled, Chosoâs cock rolling into your g spot at a pace that drove you insane. Your moans competing to be just as loud as his as you too got lost in the feeling of his bare cock. You could feel both his distinct veins grazing your walls when his pace sped up.
âNnghâ feels so perfect. Wanna fuck you like this forever.â He whimpered, burying his face into your neck as his legs weakened. Finding yourself lying on the bed with Choso hovering over you from behind, slamming his hips down onto you sloppily. Loud squelching joining skin slapping in the air.
âC-choso. Haah, so good baby.â You cried, back arching as he shoved himself even deeper at the praise. Chasing his high while bringing you to yours.
He let out a string of whiny cries, the snapping of his hips losing their rhythm as his cock twitched. Not allowing himself to cum until you did.
It was just so hard, you felt so good. Gripping his cock tightly every time you clenched down on him. The boy unable to help the way he fucked into you with desperation.
You and Choso let out matching mewls, your hands gripping the sheets as your spot was hammered at a merciless pace. Your moans turning into choked sobs as your body shook along with the bed. Toes curling and eyes rolling back as you neared your orgasm.
âChosoâ nngh, cumminâ baby.â
âPlease, cum fâ me. Need you to cum so i can too.â he breathed with a tremble, voice going up a pitch when you began squirting. Drenching his cock in your juices as your pussy spasmed.
Choso moaned in content, hips eventually halting their movement as he buried himself in you. Spurting all of the thick substance into you with a sigh. He kept himself in that position, his cock preventing any of his cum from escaping as he began to roll his hips once more. Addicted to how amazing your pussy felt.
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JJK MEN: BABY, CAN YOU CALL ME BACK?
⩠⧠Ë. [ GOJO, TOJI, GETO ] your boyfriend's gone for work, and you gotta convince him to come back home over the phone... NSFW
contents: fem!reader. phone sex, voice kink, video taking, dick pics, blah blah blah. you can probably guess the rest. not proofread + mostly written while i was half-asleep. 2.3k words.
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â SATORU GOJO
âbaby, i miss you,â satoru mumbles, voice soft and sleepy from the other end of the phone. you hear the sound of sheets rustling against his phoneâs microphone as he rolls over, groaning softly. âi canât wait to come home to you.â
you plop down on your bed and turn your phone on speaker as you rest your back against the headboard, stifling a yawn before you reply. âme too⊠itâs so lonely without you here.â
âi know,â satoru says, and even though itâs not a video call, youâre absolutely certain heâs grinning like the cocky idiot he is. âtell me âbout your day, sweetheart. wanna know what youâve been doing without me.â
you roll your eyes and smile, checking your nails as you reply. ânothing much, itâs kinda boring without you here.â
âtell me more,â satoru murmurs, and he thinks that heâs so lucky you two arenât on a facetime call, because his hand is slipping down to the waistband of his pants and heâs tugging them off, releasing his already-hardened dick. âi wanna know everything.â
you donât think much of the way satoruâs breathing has gotten noticeably choppier as you ramble about the little things thatâve happened in your day so farâafter all, how could you know that heâs stroking himself to the sound of your voice?
âso, yeah, thatâs basically everything,â you finish, exhaling softly. the moment you stop talking, you hear the soft groans that satoruâs been fighting to hide the whole time, and suddenly, it clicks. âwait, satoru, have you been fucking yourself the whole tiââ
âmaybe,â your boyfriend replies instantly, pausing and taking a long, unsteady breath before he continues, âwanna join me?â you donât reply immediately, but soon, his voice turns pleading. âcâmon, baby, missinâ you so much⊠lemme hear you, sweet girl. help your boyfriend out, pleeeaââÂ
âokay, okay,â you give in, reaching down and tugging off your shorts. a second later, your panties are discarded as well, and your fingers start to circle your clit at the sound of satoruâs voice.
âmm, you touching yourself, baby?â satoru breathes, hand still wrapped around his dick. you hum in agreement, and the hand holding your phone grows tighter the faster your circles get. satoru clicks his tongue after a couple seconds, and adds, âdonât hold back, i wanna hear you.â
âokay,â you mumble, missing his familiar touch now more than ever. âi miss you so much, âtoru,â you whisper, voice already a little shaky from your own fingers. but it still isnât enough to push you over the edgeâyou both know that only satoru has the skill to do that.
âi know you do,â satoru teases, an amused lilt in his voice. âbet those pretty hands of yours couldnât make ya cum half as fast as i could, yeah?â
heâs right, but it doesnât stop you from tryingâgod, you wish your boyfriend were here and inside of you, but for now, his voice is all that you have. âbaby, these past couple days, all i couldâfuck, all i could think about was that pretty pussy of yours,â satoru chokes out, hand moving up and down the length of his dick faster. âso tight fâme, all just for me,â he mumbles, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth.
âs-satoru, i need you,â you mewl out, legs starting to tremble just at the thought of him. âneed your dick inside of me, pleaââ
âcanât do that, princess,â satoru sighs, groaning at the sound of your desperate request. âwish i could, though.. but we gotta wait for a couple days, fuck.â
you stop rubbing your clit and instead slip two fingers inside your cunt, wrist shaking at you pump your fingers up and down at his request. âsâ not as good as you, âtoru,â you whine, hips unconsciously rocking against your hand. âcome home soon, please, canât wait for that longââ
satoru laughs breathily and moans shamelessly into his phone, mumbling something about work or a mission or somethingâbut you donât really catch the details, too occupied with fucking yourself to the thought of your boyfriend. âso impatient, arenât ya?â satoru exhales, thrusting into his own fist and fantasizing about your warm, tight cunt instead. âfuck, baby, miss you and your cunt so fuckinâ badââ
âthen come home, âtoru,â you plead, hardly able to choke out your words coherently. âplease, satoru, i need you hereââ
your boyfriend cuts you off with a series of porn-worthy groans, mixing in your name wherever he can as he cums into his hand. itâs not satisfying, and it doesnât feel half as good as it would if he were fucking your pussy instead. so, after a couple seconds, he mumbles, âwhatever you say, princess, iâll be there by tomorrow.âÂ
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â TOJI FUSHIGURO
âyouâre an asshole,â you mutter into your phone. toji only scoffs in reply, a disbelieving edge to his voice. âtoji, listen to meââ
âiâm listeninâ, princess,â toji grumbles. âyeah, i know i said iâd be home by tonight, but somethinâ came up. sâ not my fault iâm surrounded by idiots.â and he makes no effort of hiding his disdain at your stubbornnessâsome things were just out of his control, including how long it took for most of his missions to get completed.
âdonât call me that,â you snap, climbing into your bed and pulling a pillow onto your lap. toji sighs, and itâs a long, lengthy exhale that surely has to be exaggerated. âfuck you, toji, you promised youâd be home by tonight.âÂ
your boyfriend laughs incredulously into his phone, chortling for a good twenty seconds before he replies, âi donât remember promising anything, nâ what do ya need me home for anyways? whatâs so fuckinâ important, huh?â
well, thereâs no way youâre telling him the real reason you want him home so badlyâheâd just laugh at you and your desperation for him. but honestly, after going for more than a week without his dick, youâre really fucking close to telling him that. instead, you reply, âmaybe i just miss my boyfriend.â
âmore like you just want dick, donât ya, pretty?â
toji sees right through your pitiful liesâhe always does. you donât respond for a long while, and your boyfriend fills up the silence by laughing again. âshoulda just said so. i missed fuckinâ that tight cunt of yours too, idiot.â
âso will you come home now?â
âmm, you gotta convince me.â
âhow?â you groan, dragging a hand down your face.Â
âshow me jusâ how much you miss me, and maybe iâll consider cominâ back early if you can prove it to me,â toji says, and you can hear the smile in his voice as your screen lights up with a request to facetime.Â
you accept, and a second later, your boyfriendâs face fills up your screen. his dark eyes are squinted from the sudden light, but the corners of his lips curl upwards when he sees you. âhey, princess.â
âhey, asshole.â
âyou want to get fucked tomorrow night or not?â he drawls, a lazy smile playing on his face when that shuts you up. ânow câmon, letâs see that pussy. open wide fâme.â
you mutter something about him being the worst boyfriend ever before you tug down the waistband of your panties, exposing your neglected, puffy cunt. your clothes are quickly discarded somewhere, allowing you to angle your phone downwards and show toji what heâs missing.
âoh, fuckinâ hell,â toji mutters, navy eyes fixed on your cunt as you slip two fingers inside and start pumping them in and out of your hole. the dim lighting of your room bounces off the slick already coating your cunt, making it look wetter than ever to tojiâand you can practically see the longing in his eyes as he watches you fuck yourself.
âplease, toji,â you mumble, spreading your legs even wider to show off your pussy to him. âmiss you so much, pleaseâfuck, please come home,â you plead, doing your best to put on a show for him. at this point, youâre so touch starved that youâd do anything to get him backâanything to satisfy you, since your own fingers canât even give you half the pleasure toji can.
âso desperate, arenât ya?â toji tuts, eying you with interest. âtch, patheticâŠâ
you whine in response to his words, hips rolling against your own hand as you futilely try to convince your head that itâs a dick in between your legs and not your own fingers. âfuck, toji, iâll do anythinââ
âanything?â he instantly cuts you off, cocking an eyebrow as if heâs intrigued. you nod desperately, almost willing to do anything and everything for him if it meant he could fill up the empty spot in between your thighs. âyou promise?â
ây-yeah, anything,â you whimper, throwing your head back as your hand starts to grow sore.Â
toji hums in approval, and a moment later, he replies, âalright then. iâll head back tomorrow morninâ, but youâre getting fucked for the whole night after. nâ i donât wanna hear any of that âtoji, itâs too much!â bullshit, mâkay?â he snaps, mimicking your voice by raising his pitch two octaves.Â
âokay, i promise,â you choke out, and the second the words leave your lips, toji hangs up.
asshole.
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â SUGURU GETO
âsuguru, i miss you,â you mumble into your phone, burying your face into the blankets wrapped around your shoulders. usually, itâs rare for you to feel cold within your bedroomâsuguruâs presence seems to make everything warmer. but right now, heâs not here, and even your own room feels barren without his comforting aura. âitâs so empty here without youâŠâÂ
âis it, now?â suguru replies coyly from the other end of the call. heâs at some sort of meeting right now, but apparently, heâs on his breakâwhich is good, because you imagine that it might be a little embarrassing for him to take this call if he were in the middle of the meeting. âi miss you too, baby. you and that pretty pussy of yours, heh.â
âsuguââ
your boyfriend interrupts you with a soft, teasing laugh, lowering his voice when he adds, âdo you want to know what iâd do to you if i was with you right now?â
you swallow back the âyesâ you so desperately want to say, instead whispering, âarenât you in public?â
ânah, iâm in the bathroom right now,â suguru clarifies. ânow câmon, answer the question.â
â...yeah,â you admit. itâs been over a week since you last had any sort of sexual contact with suguruâyouâll take what you can get.
your boyfriend laughs again, sultry voice pouring out your phoneâs speakers and straight into your throbbing cunt when he starts describingâin great detailâthe things he would do to you if he was on top of you right now.
â...and then, i would flip you over and fuck you face-down ass-up for hours,â suguru adds casually, enjoying the sounds of your muffled moansâyouâre trying so hard to hide them, but little do you know that itâs only too obvious to suguru.Â
two of your fingers are circling your clit as suguru speaks, and your own hand is clasped over your mouth as you struggle to hide the effects of suguruâs voice on youâand he just keeps talking.
âyeah, and when i finally let you cum all over my dick, iâd just keep going,â suguru cooes, tempted to pull down his pants and take care of his own boner right then and there. but unlike you, your boyfriend has some ounce of resilience, and as he checks the time on his phone, he realizes that he has to get back to his meeting soon anyways.
âsuguruââ you moan, unable to stifle your little whimpers any longer. âwanâ you so bad, pleaseââ
âsilly girl, what do you mean, you want me so bad?â suguru says amusedly. âiâm already yours, arenât i?â
âyou know what i mean,â you huff, rocking your hips against your fingers in an attempt to force yourself to cum. but unfortunately, ever since you started fucking with suguru, your own fingers arenât good enoughâeven if you could hypothetically make yourself orgasm, it wouldnât give you even a fraction of the pleasure your boyfriend could. âplease, sugu, i wanna see you.â
and just like that, any remaining self-restraint suguru has snapsâthe sound of you begging is enough to make him do anything in the world.
suguru hastily unzips his pants, releasing his dripping dick. he runs his thumb over the leaking tip, smearing the pre-cum all over its head. âfuck, baby, iâm at work right now,â he mutters into his phone, rolling his eyes affectionately when he hears you giggle. âone pic. then iâm going back to my meeting.â
âmâkay!â you agree, pulling the phone away from your ear and turning it on speaker as you eagerly wait for the pictures to send.
suguru holds up his phone and snaps a picture of his dick resting in his palm, stroking it with that hand and sending you the image with the other. âalright, sweetheart, gotta get back to work,â suguru sighs, unable to get his boner to settle downâhe figures the only way itâll happen is if he ends the call, which he really needs to do.
âaw, do you have to?â
âyeah, sorry âbout that,â he mutters, removing the phone from his ear to end the call.
âwait, whatâre you sending meâoh, fuck, youâre the worst,â suguru groans when he clicks the notification and sees a video of what youâre doing to yourself right nowâitâs a five second video of you pumping your fingers in and out of your puffy cunt to his voice, and there goes his resolve to stay at work.
âi fuckinâ hate you, baby⊠see you in a couple hours.â
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Seeing ghosts in Gotham
Heâs walking alone. Despite how dark it is, heâs not particularly nervous, not like the couple of people hovering in an alley.
His shift at Batburger went a little long, not that heâs complaining, he needed the money.
Everything is fine. Splendid. Fantastic. A little quiet, enough to pretend itâs a nice stroll home like it was back in Amity. Of course that all kind of goes up in flames when a dark figure drops into a crouch right in front of him. About two arm lengths away is a guy who straightens to a little taller than Danny himself. From the flickering street light across the street he can spot red, crisscross yellow, and a dark cape.
Red Robin.
Danny shakes his head and turns around.
âNope.â
A smaller body is already standing behind him, blocking his path. The little guy with a serious face folds his arms across his chest as if challenging Danny to try to get by him.
Heâs had enough tussles with Danielle to know better than to test the kid.
Danny rubs at his eyes with a hand, purposefully keeping the other limp at his side. He turns back around.
âOkay. Fine. What? What do you want?â
âYou sent in a folder of information to solve the Boothe case,â Red Robin states confidently like there wasnât any doubt it was Danny who sent it in.
He frowns. It was sent in anonymously. As in they shouldnât be able to know it was him. Then again they are detectives in their own right even if they dress weird.
âSee? This is why no one helps out the police if theyâre gonna get grilled for it later on,â he complains sourly.
âThat case is connected to another string of crimes weâve been investigating. I need to know where you got your information.â
Danny glares at him for a second, actually thinking about telling him, then he remembers how quickly these guys throw people into Arkham.
âDo you not get what anonymous means?â
âWhat is your source?â He asks, completely ignoring Dannyâs concerns.
âWhat are gonna do? Dangle me over the side of a building to get me to talk like you do with the criminals you guys pick up? Go ahead. See where that gets you,â he shrugs indifferently.
âYouâre a runaway.â
Dannyâs eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into a warning as he turns to look at the pipsqueak that spoke.
âFrom your poorly made fake ID and the fact you donât look close to eighteen, you must be a runaway minor. We could bring you in to the proper authorities if you prove to be⊠uncooperative.â
Danny sneers in annoyance.
âSeriously?â He turns back to Red Robin. Clearly the older of the two and the one leading this investigation. âThis is what I get for trying to help? Blackmail?â
âRobin can be a bit⊠abrasive. I, on the other hand, can appreciate a different approach.â
Suddenly thereâs a couple pieces of paper money in between his fingers. Danny couldnât see how much it was from this far away, but it didnât really change how he felt about the whole situation.
âNow bribery? Wow, you guys really got the whole good cop, bad cop thing down, donât cha?â
âThen what do you want?â
âFor you to stop wasting your time,â Danny answers with a snap.
Red Robin pauses.
âOur time,â he repeats calmly.
âYea. Your time. This is a dead end and you should move on.â
âAnd why are you a dead end?â Presses Robin.
âBecause,â Danny emphasizes with a look over his shoulder, âthe guy youâre really looking for, my source as you put it, is dead, okay? So you canât go ask him questions. I sent in everything that was relevant. Find another lead.â
Red Robinâs expression remains blank as he mentally calculates his next move. Danny hopes he takes his advice and let him go home.
âHis name?â
Danny folds his arms over his chest, a pathetic attempt to protect himself. He chews on his lip a minute. To tell him or not to tell him. Itâs not really ratting the guy out since heâs, you know, dead. Although there is a large chance Dannyâs missing something and itâs all going to lead back to him somehow.
âI didnât kill him.â
âI never said you did,â the vigilante replies calmly, almost nonchalant.
Danny shifts his weight with nerves. He really wasnât getting out of this without giving them something, huh?
âGreg,â he grinds out like itâs painful.
Silence for a few moments, then-
âAs in Gregory Boothe?â
The victim of this whole conversation? Yes.
Dannyâs silence is answer enough and the diverted gaze just solidified their suspicions.
âGregory Bootheâs body turned up a month ago. Presumably heâd been dead for several weeks before that.â
Red lets that damning information hang in the air like Danny didnât already know.
âSo when did he talk to you? Last week?â
Danny jerks at the off handed joke, actually taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. He grimaces at his knee jerk response, but canât take it back. A glance toward the vigilante shows a calculating stunned expression from what he can see ignoring the mask. He looks away again finding a discarded soda can very interesting.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Demands Robin behind him.
Danny tried to resist the urge to curl even more into himself, but knows he failed without even having to look.
âYouâre a medium,â Red Robin states. Itâs not even a question.
Danny flinches and shoots the guy a scared glare.
âI am not one of those scam artists,â he hisses firmly.
âNo,â Red agrees, âyouâre not. You didnât ask for money or attention.â
Danny stares like itâs his first time seeing him. The lack of aggression or accusations was new and a little disarming. He was genuinely confused as to why the guy wasnât immediately going to denial or throwing him in Arkham.
âHell of a city to hide in when you can see ghosts,â Red Robin says in a light tone like he was teasing him. The small tug to his lips just proves it.
Dannyâs shoulders practically sag at the playful demeanor. A hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck self-consciously.
âYea, well⊠no one was gonna look for me here.â
Which was only half the reason he chose Gotham, but it was still truthful.
âSo⊠Greg?â
âIsnât here right now.â Danny pauses and snorts at himself. âPlease leave a message.â
The vigilante does have a sense of humor because he smirks in response to the joke.
âIs there another way to⊠make contact? Summoning maybe?â
Danny raises an eyebrow incredulously.
âSummoning is rude,â he says like itâs common sense.
Instead he turns to the nearest reliable ghost in the vicinity.
âHey, Susan, can you go-â
The vigilantes canât hear how she interrupts him because she was standing there the whole time and knows exactly what he was going to ask.
âOkay, thanks. Meet at mine.â
The ghost woman nods and flies off to go hunt down dear old Greg and Danny turns to Red Robin. He makes a casual move with his head to say âfollow meâ and continues walking down the sidewalk past the guy and further into the old, decrepit buildings heâs been squatting in.
They already know heâs a runaway, being homeless shouldnât come as a shock to them. Even with his two jobs, he canât afford to rent an apartment. No wonder so many people are in poverty or in the slums.
He ducks into his rundown building, ignoring the rats scurrying away, and hops up the rickety stairs, avoiding the ones that were unstable. It was a nightmare figuring out which steps were faulty. Lots of injuries.
At the top he turns to see Red easily copying his movements up the stairs while Robin balances along the railing like a tight rope. When they reach the top at the same time Danny just stares at them for a moment before shaking his head in exasperation. Darn vigilantes. Why did Danny have to get caught up in this mess?
He turns, walking along the floor closest to the wall before getting to what heâs deemed his room.
It used to be an office from what he can tell. A desk pushed against the far wall and a ripped sofa heâs been using as a bed on the other wall. The floors were the most stable in this room which really won out.
Danny goes to the desk where all his papers are scattered over the surface. An organizational pattern only he understands as he shuffles through the pile he pulls from the cubby above the desk. It holds all the same information he sent into the police, just in its raw form with about twice the amount of useless information. Along with it is a few other âcasesâ that sounds familiar that he just threw together into a pile. Maybe the genius detectives could decipher what he couldnât.
âHere,â he says, holding out the stack. Red Robin doesnât hesitate to take it off his hands.
Thereâs no chair for the desk anymore so he slides some papers out of the way to hop onto the desk to wait.
âNo.â
The vigilantes look at him and he shakes his head and looks over to the side.
âNo, Abby. Iâm not wasting their time.â
Red Robin goes back to flipping through papers. Most of them were old business papers he had found in the office and just written on the back. Some were receipts or pamphlets or some other random scrap of paper he could get his hands on.
âBecause yours was an accident. Thereâs nothing for them to solve.â
Robin watched him cautiously as if waiting for Danny to snap or suddenly turn violent. Instead he leans back on his hands in a vulnerable position which screamed âI donât want to hurt anyoneâ.
âThere is a lot more information here than what was submitted to the police,â Red Robin comments neutrally, purposefully ignoring Dannyâs exasperated sigh and one-sided conversation.
Danny shrugs in defense, âDidnât think all of it was relevant.â
The vigilante doesnât respond.
Robin drifts closer as Danny gives a withering glare to the corner. He examines the mess of papers surrounding the teen in the low lighting.
âAre these all files of victims?â
Danny glances over them with a knowledgeable eye.
âMost.â He twists to point at the top left corner of the cubbies. âThose are accidents though⊠well, what sounds like accidents.â
âThere should be more.â
Danny looks at the boy with a tilted head and raises brow.
âNot everyone sticks around,â he explains simply.
Then something draws his attention away across the room. Surprisingly his eyes donât glaze over like someone with mental illness, instead they sharpen to see something they canât. It resembled Constantine or Thomas.
âGreg, these guys wanna talk to you.â
What proceeds is a very awkward interaction with Danny as a middle man between victim and vigilante. Despite the need for a translator, Red Robin does in fact get a lead from the conversation.
âThank you for your cooperation.â
Danny nods. âSure, no problem. Just donât rat me out to the police and I can help with any other case that pops up with a ghost attached.â
âYou know we can help with your living situation,â Red Robin offers with a glance around the room.
âWhat, and put me in foster care? No thanks, Iâll pass.â
âThere are other options,â Robin chimes in with nonchalance that implies he doesnât actually care.
âYou donât pass for eighteen, but if you let me make you a new ID we could say youâre emancipated.â
Danny frowns.
âIâd have to be sixteen to be eligible for emancipation.â
âYou could be sixteen.â
No, he really couldnât. Maybe if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, but Danny is fourteen with all the baby fat and innocent face that comes with it. His license now is a clear fake to anyone who sees it, but in this city no oneâs gonna question it to his face. They just raise a brow, look at him, then shrug it off and roll with the lie.
âWhat do you want?â He demands. All this good will and wanting to help him canât be free.
âWe want to help,â Red says too easily.
Danny stares for a second, eyes narrowed as he tries to block out the multiple voices around him.
Insurance. He wants Danny to owe him so he can keep coming back for more information.
âI just told you I would help. Why are you still trying to get leverage?â He demands with irritation.
âWe want to help-â
âYou want me in your back pocket.â
Red Robin doesnât give that a response, his lips pressing together to make a hard line.
Instead of pushing, he surprisingly takes a step back and heads towards the door, papers still in hand. Danny doesnât argue.
Robin ducks out first, blending into the shadows without even a glance over his shoulder. Red Robin pauses in the doorway.
âDonât try to skip town,â he states like an order. Like if Danny did in fact try, he would be found and brought back.
It didnât even cross Dannyâs mind.
âWasnât planning on it,â he says tiredly, too fed up with the day to defend himself.
Red Robin watches him for a moment before nodding and disappearing out the room.
Danny slumps with a groan, finally sliding off the desk to shuffle to the couch, body flopping face first into the worn cushions.
Itâs silent to everyone else but Danny.
âI know.â
âŠ
âI know, Jack, but I donât trust them. Even if he is your son.â
Danny never noticed the bug planted by Robin on the underside of the desk.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#tim drake#damian wayne#red robin#dc robin#story ideas#Danny sees ghosts#itâs his way of helping#medium#homeless#runaway#batburger
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GIRL TALK ! ( STAR RAIL MEN )
SUMMARY ! march 7th finds out you like someone. and as your best friend, itâs only right that she has to give her input on whether or not she approves of him.
NOTES ! i was in the mood to write something but this was last minute and this was all i could come up with đ€ș may do a part two featuring other star rail men but we will see. part two of girl talk (gepard, dr. ratio, aventurine, and boothill)
TAGS ! reader is not the trailblazer. contains dan heng, caelus, sampo koski, jing yuan, and argenti. feelings are mutual on both ends.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . DAN HENG !
immediately tells you that she already had her suspicions. and now that you confirmed it, it makes her all that more excited. you having a crush on dan heng is just what she expected. sheâll go on and on about how you two would make a great couple because he opens up more to you. now she gets a little sneaky and begins to make up excuses whenever missions come around so that the two of you can go together. itâs her own way of being a mastermind. the more time you two spend together, the closer she is to seeing you and dan heng start dating. yes, march has dubbed herself as your personal wingwoman. so is the duty of being your best friend.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . CAELUS !
of course she finds it cute that you have a crush on caelus. and it all makes sense to her now. she constantly hears you and caelus making the same kind of jokes, watches you two play games together on your phones, and on rare occasions, sheâll find you rummaging through trash cans with caelus. though she doesnât know why youâd go to such lengths and go through the trash cans with him. admitting your feelings for the newest trailblazer will only make march relentlessly tease you about it in the best way possible. so whenever caelus invites you to join him in whatever shenanigan he has planned for the day, sheâll send a quick wink your way.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . SAMPO KOSKI !
sheâs mentally judging you. definitely finds this as a âto each their ownâ type of situation. out of everyone you guys have met, the one you have feelings for is sampo. march isnât too fond of him despite how much he has helped them during their time in belobog. she does have a few doubts here and there, but if heâs currently the one who youâre interested in, sheâll go along with it. march has to observe the way he acts before making any big decisions like setting you two up. she can tell the feelingâs mutual by the overly flirtatious comments sent your way or gifts you receive by sampo when visiting belobog again. sheâll sometimes peek over your shoulder and see some messages coming in from him, asking when youâll come back to see him. she could grow used to him so let her work her magic and youâll be with him in no time.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . JING YUAN !
the general of the luofu is a tough decision. although she believes heâs a great choice considering his high rank and popularity, itâs also a bit of a downfall. she saw some heavy chemistry between you both back when the express was currently at the luofu. she didnât have enough time to make some comments but she knew youâd end up having some sort of feelings towards him. sheâs only worried about the cons that could come. like the fact jing yuan can become a busy man within seconds. would he make enough time for you? no, he needs to because someone like you deserves it. march refuses to let her best friend settle for anything less than what sheâs worth. march can trust that youâll be in good hands with jing yuan.
march 7thâs thoughts on . . . ARGENTI !
itâs a very interesting choice in her opinion. though she understands why youâd end up gaining feelings towards him. it had to be that compliment he gave you the very first time the express met him. âa beauty that was sent by the goddess idrila herself for him to praiseâ. very poetical that it had the entire crew speechless for a few seconds. march hasnât stopped bringing it up since that happened because you had never gotten that flustered before. she can only imagine all the other compliments argenti has sent your way when theyâre not around. whenever youâre smiling at your phone a little too hard, thinking no one is watching, sheâll head over your way asking if your boyfriendâs the one making you all smiley. march doesnât even need to be your wingwoman for this one. she knows the knight will handle it all on his own.
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RATE MY PROFESSOR! â GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day one â threesomes ; find masterlist here
synopsis. youâre professor gojoâs TAâthe catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesnât tell a soul, of course
length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoruâs office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof readâi am a raw dog kinda gal
notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professorâbutâŠ.if your professor looks like gojo or geto, iâm blind babe. i ainât see nothing. i wonât tell a soul
âyou guys wanna get lunch?â nobara hums, âweâre all here.â
megumi, as always, looks like heâs about to say noâhe probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but thatâs not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, âyeah! iâm down.â
you fiddle your fingers nervouslyâhow are you supposed to get out of this one? youâd just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldnât possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? itâd be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily.Â
itâs not that you donât want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised youâd be in satoruâs office in fifteen minutesâand youâre not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.
youâre still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, âi assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,â she grumbles, âgojo is so lazy,â she scoffs.
ohâwell, that wasnât very hard. sheâs just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.
âhey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isnât that great?â
âeveryone gets an A in his class, dumbass,â megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, ânot getting an A in his class practically means youâre deliberately trying to do poorly.â
on campus, professor gojo is a fan favoriteâhis rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like itâs candy. anyone would love a professor like that.Â
he doesnât ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and whatâs better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guyâhe loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.
everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more.Â
you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his classâand you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? youâre almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojoâor rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a veryâŠstrong liking, if you will.Â
it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters agoâitâs one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pmâand as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. youâre just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention.Â
itâs professor gojo.Â
need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his tableâitâs a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. itâs almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. youâve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know youâre not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound.Â
you try to insist that you wouldnât want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesnât mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, wellâŠyou decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before youâre off to your next class.Â
and then it begins.
every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimesâhow professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)
somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semesterâand somewhere further along that lineâŠwell, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities.Â
that was never supposed to happen.Â
you donât even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and againâand, wellâŠyouâre professor gojoâs, or better yet, satoruâs best kept secret.
you go to his office to grade assignments for himâin between if he steals a few kisses, whoâs to know? sometimes, heâs a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. itâs always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clitâthe amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.
itâs like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy.Â
that is, until now.Â
admittedly, this isnât the best time to be doing thisâprofessor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know youâre cutting it closeâŠbut he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.
youâre on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. itâs a rewarding position to be inâto have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.
he looks prettyâalways does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?
you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, âf-fuck, youâre so good, sweetheartâalways know how to make me feel good.â
you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them cleanâhe closes his eyes and groans at that. you canât help but giggle, canât help but press more kisses along his hardened length until youâre at the base of his cock.Â
âpretty little lips,â he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouthâhe hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. ââs like you were made for taking me, huh?â
ââcourse i was,â you grin cheekilyâand then youâre back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moansâitâs low but still whiny enough that you canât help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.
except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open andâŠ
oh.Â
oh no.Â
thisâŠthis isnât goodâthis is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing youâve done, and now youâre screwed. entirely destroyed, in factâthe both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoruâs entire career and everything heâs worked for, and all because you couldnât help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.
and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. youâre sure he knows you; youâre his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friendâs TA.Â
professor geto blinksâhis eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs thatâs glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeahâthereâs no explaining this one.
âwell,â he says blankly, âi guess thatâs on me for not knocking, huh?â
âsuguru,â satoru grumbles, âsome of us are busy yâknow? canât you come back later?â
you turn to satoru in shockâhow can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend?Â
but professor geto doesnât seem even the slightest bit concerned. thereâs no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. thereâs no alarm at the distasteful activities youâre doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then thereâs satoruâhe doesnât even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.
no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there.Â
âso this is what youâre always busy doing in your office, huh?â professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, âi have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. sheâs excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.â
âyeah, sheâs a keeper,â satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, ânow if you donât mind, suguru, weâre in the middle of something.â
âand what do you plan on doing if this gets around?â professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.
you look at him in panic at thatâsurelyâŠsurely he canât mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldnât throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoruâs sake, heâd never let this information find another soul. otherwiseâŠotherwise youâll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress youâve made, all of satoruâs experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming upâall of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word.Â
people wouldnât have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves.Â
youâre always with him, are you sure youâre not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.
why does professor gojo even keep you around? youâre too lazyâyou must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.
with how often youâre in professor gojoâs room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.
surely, with how often youâre seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing.Â
you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, âplease donât tell anyone,â you sniffle, âiâŠmaybe thereâs something we can doâŠto keep you fromâŠâ
the two of them look at you in shockâthey stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each otherâs before finding you once more.
âoh, thatâs precious,â professor geto chuckles, âshe really is a keeper, satoruâshe even looks pretty when she cries. iâm almost jealous.â
âdonât look for too long, suguru,â satoru grumblesâand then, âlisten, sweetheart, you donât have to worry. suguruâs not gonnaââ
âwell, if there is something youâd wanna do for me,â professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, âi suppose i can keep my mouth shut.â
âanything,â you nod quickly.
youâre so eager to please, he thinksâso perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the otherâs arms?
there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things mightâve had to play out in order to land you in his office insteadâbutâŠbut if youâre offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?
âanything?â he asks, looking at you amused, âyou know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?â
you blink up at him for a moment at his wordsâtheyâre a bit shocking. professor getoâŠdoesnât think this is wrong? clearly, he doesnât if heâs willing to take part. but that doesnât sound half bad. not even in the slightest.Â
theyâre a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. theyâre not much older than you eitherâcanât be past their early thirties, even if they donât look a day over twenty.Â
did you know they used to go to college together? i heard theyâve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. itâs all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. itâs always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are thoseâŠthe less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best headâheâs always sucking on some lollipop. iâd let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to himâheâs too fine. i can take both of themâand i donât mean their classes.Â
itâsâŠnot exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. itâs an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them bothâprofessor geto isnât any less attractive than satoru andâŠand well, youâd really like for him to keep this a secret, so itâs a bit of a win-win. plus, youâre sure he wouldnât risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, tooâit seems like the perfect leverage.
you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, âthen iâd say you should make sure to lock the door this timeâwe donât want to make the same mistake twice, do we?â
his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at youâyouâre even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky heâs got to have you to himself all this time. itâs criminally unfair.Â
âhey,â satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. âyou both are forgetting about me,â he whines.
professor getoâor rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. ânow, satoruâwhat have i always told you about sharing? hereââ he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, âwhy donât i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.â
âbossy as ever, suguru,â satoru chuckles, but thereâs something in his eyesâsomething darker and more excited than youâve ever seen them.
âget her ready for me,â suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you canât help but stare, canât help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan.Â
heâs not as long, but heâs thicker than satoruâyou can easily tell he wonât be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.
youâll remember what he likes, you thinkâyou can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, itâll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.
âeyes on me, sweetheart,â satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. âwatch carefully, suguru,â satoru grins, âsheâs pretty when she cums.â
âi can imagine,â suguru muses, âalright then. show me.â
instantly, satoruâs fingers are intruding into your cuntâitâs familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. heâs already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as theyâll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels goodâit always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you canât help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter.Â
âgod, she even sounds so pretty,â he pants, watching as satoruâs fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfectâbut your face is by far suguruâs favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasmâhis fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you.Â
âthat feel good, angel?â satoru asks, grinning down at you.Â
you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, ây-yesâŠs-so good, toru.â
âtoru?â suguru asks, âdo i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?â
itâs almost like you donât hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. âtoru, toruâs-slow down, âm g-gonnaâŠâ
âslow down?â satoru gaspsâhis pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, âyou want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, itâs always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you donât wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? heâll think i havenât taught you how to take it like a good girl.â
suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cockâitâs red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that itâs easy to tell heâs aching for release.
âhurry up, satoru,â he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, âwe havenât got all day.â
âcanât rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,â satoru gasps, âshe deserves the best. look at this pussyââ he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, ââsee how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.â
as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cummingâyour pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.Â
âtoruâtoru, âm cummingâŠcummingâoh,â you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesnât let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. ââs too much,â you sniffle.
âtoo much?â suguru gasps, âhow will you take me, then, princess? donât tell me youâre tapping out already?â
ânah,â satoru grins, chuckling, âsheâs got plenty left in her. she can take it.â with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. âyouâre ready for suguru, arenât you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didnât i?â
you nod, mumbling a soft, âuh huh,â in agreement.
âthatâs my good girl,â he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead.Â
suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, âcâmere then, princess. canât back out of our deal yet, can you?â you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. âh-holyâfuck, such a tight fuckinâ pussy. âs like i can barely even move,â he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.
satoru walks over, staring down at you as youâre seated on suguruâs lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. âyou can take both of us, right sweetheart? youâre just too good not to, arenât ya?â
you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. heâs painfully hardâcock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that heâs been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him.Â
âfuck,â satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, âfuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feelsâtakes me so fuckinâ well. jusâ love feelinâ me down your throat, huh?â
you canât do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguruâs cock nudge against your sweet spotâitâs just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe thatâs why they get along so well, maybe theyâre connected in that way.Â
âoh, princess,â suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, âfuck, thatâs goodâso, good. can hardly move with the way youâre squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isnât it?â
you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. heâs bigâit feels like heâs almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.
âsheâsâŠsheâs perfect,â suguru pants, âkeepinâ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.â
âsheâs mine,â satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. âsheâs too good to share with you. you d-donât deserve her.â
âyeah? and you do?â suguru chucklesâit sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, âsheâs suckinâ me in. think she wants me. donât you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?â
ây-yes,â you mewl, popping off satoruâs length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, âyes, wanâ it. wanâ it so, so badâneed it.â
âsee,â he raises a brow towards satoru, âknew it.â
you can see the way satoruâs cock twitches at thatâat the way you fall apart on suguruâs lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoruâs tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once moreâbut not before giving his tip a delicate kiss.Â
âsheâs my girl,â satoru grunts, âmine, mine, mineâknows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?â
and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.
âthatâs right, sweetheart,â he groans lowly, âtake it, yeah? godâfuck, feels so good, baby. âm c-cumming.â
you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguruâs thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoruâs in his pace that it tells you heâs close tooâand then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.
âgonna cum, princess? âcause âm gonna fuckinâ cumâfill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me toâf-fuck, fuck âm close, so close,â he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.
and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, âs-suguâc-canâtâŠâs too muchââ
âyou can take it, pretty,â he hums, âknow you can. youâre too precious not to, right?â
itâs messyâitâs downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoruâs chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âfuck,â he breathes, âyouâre something else. whoâd have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?â
âisnât she a dime?â satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. âprecious, isnât she?â
âof course,â suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, âso, tell me. which professor would you take again?â
satoru purses his lips as he glares. âthis isnât rate my professor, suguru. and donât get used to thiââ
âwell,â you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, âwhy i canât just take both of you again?â
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Tags: Toji x Reader, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink
Synopsis: Toji loves fucking milfs. Send tweet.
An: I love how we all collectively as a fandom decided Toji is the nastiest mf out there. I just really feel like he is down w everything.
Toji thinks itâs adorable when youâre apologizing profusely for canceling plans on him again. Kidâs gotta come first, right? He knows that being a single mom is hard, and that you wouldnât be cancelling plans so often if you didnât have a kid.
He doesnât mind sitting with your kid while you take a while to get ready. He sits next to your son on the couch and plays xbox with him, telling you to take your time. He knows you donât get to get out too often. Hell, your kid probably doesnât know what a babysitter is because you never know how to take a break.
Toji finds you stunning as soon as you walk out of the bedroom in that sexy black dress. He doesnât even mind that your snot nose brat just killed him in whatever game they were playing. âHaha! I beat you!â Your son gloats. While you talk to the babysitter about what your kid can and canât have, he leans over towards your sonâs ear. âYeah, well, Iâm gonna go fuck your mom, so whoâs really winning?â
He has to practically drag you out of the house, placing his hand on the small of your back as a firm guide towards his car. He knows how badly you need âadult timeâ. Youâve complained plenty about only hanging out with your kid and having no social life.
His excitement grows as he watches you get tipsy off one glass of wine. You really donât get out much, do you? He carefully walks you back to his car after dinner, and youâre just gushing over your little brat back at home. Heâs had to stop you from calling the babysitter like 5 times to check up on him.
âToo busy takinâ care of everyone else, ma. Let me take care of you.â He mutters in your ear as he parks his car in the middle of nowhere.
Toji fucking loves the curves that come from childbearing, and donât even get him started on the stretch marks. Heâs a fiend when it comes to your full breasts that arenât as perky as they were before your son.
He adores how moms arenât afraid to get it on anywhere. They know the value of time, and they never know when another opportunity will arise. They take it when they can get it, and right now, youâre taking it in the back of Tojiâs car.
âMmmn~ shit. You swear youâre not a virgin?â He moans as your gummy walls squeeze tightly around his length. Youâd giggle at his comment if you werenât so full of his cock. You can only manage to let out a pathetic quiet whine.
âNuh uh, louder baby.â He instructs as he works on stretching your cunt out. âTonightâs all about you. Let me hear you.â A more confident moan falls from your lips from his words, and he grins behind you, loving the way you sound while you struggle to take him all in.
Toji has you face down ass up in his back seat. Your ass ripples with each time he plunges his thick cock in and out of you. The car fills with the nastiest noises straight from your sopping wet cunt. He swears to god moms always get the wettest. Their bodies are experienced, knowing more lubricant helps ease his cock in and out.
âFuuuck, ma. You feel so fuckinâ good.â He groans behind you as his hips continue to slap against your asscheeks. âMakinâ me want to breed this pussy for myself.â
âNgh~ T-Toji!â You cry out as your face is pressed to the leather of the seat. Your mouth is slightly agape, drooling everywhere from being so cock drunk.
âHm? What you think about that, ma? I could give you another little brat to raise.â The car creaks and rocks back and forth with each harsh thrust. His eyes are fixed on your juices that are pooling around the base of his cock.
âI- ⊠oh god, fuck~â You donât even have it in you deny him. His cock feels so fucking good; you donât want to say anything to make him stop. You need this.
Slap!
His hand connects with the fat of your ass as he swats at you. âNot an answer, ma.â He grunts as he leans his weight onto you, using it to his advantage against your poor sticky cunt. His large hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you down to the seat.
âB-breed me!â Your voice cries out in a tone youâve never heard before.
âThaaatâs it.â He drawls with a smirk as his hips start to pound harder. âGood girl. Usinâ your words like that fâme. Daddyâll give you what you want.â
Toji leans his head back, basking in the way your pussy is practically crying for him. Oh, the things flooding in his mind right now are downright fucking filthy. Thinking about how pretty youâd look pregnant with his kid. Thinking about giving your son a little sibling.
âOhh~ my g-god⊠pleaasee.. Iâm gonna come..â Your poor voice sounds so fucked out, your hips start to move, bouncing back against him while chasing your orgasm.
âFuck yeah, ma⊠Thatâs it. Fuck me back.â He praises as his hand starts to massage your pillowy ass. His lewdly balls are clapping against your clit, stimulating you as well as making the most erotic noises. âCum on daddyâs fat cock. Câmon. I know you can do it.â
Within seconds, your pussy is clenching around him, milking him for all heâs worth while your orgasm washes over you. âShiiiit~ ma.â He hisses as he has to force himself to keep thrusting. His cock is throbbing from how sensitive he is right now, on the brink of his orgasm.
âFuck. Toji, Toji, Toji..â You feel tears spring into your eyes as he continues to fuck you into oblivion. Overstimulated tears stroll down your cheeks as your body is so sensitive.
âKeep sayinâ my name, ma. Keep sayinâ daddyâs name.â He groans as he leans more into you, almost mounting you at this point. âNgh~ gonna put a baby in you, okay ma?â
âPleaseââ You hiccup as your body is continually getting wrecked.
A growl rips through his throat as he yanks your hips back into him, shoving himself as deep as your body will allow, and his cock pulses as he spills deep inside you.
Toji loves takinâ pretty mamas like you home after heâs finished ruining them. The way they half waddle and stumble back onto the house with his cum still nestled in their cute cunts. He imagines they try to sober up enough to kiss their kids goodnight before they get the best sleep of their life.
It ainât much, but itâs honest work for Toji. đ«Ą
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Heyy girl i love ur writing so much! Could i do a request of Father Charlie Smut, with him and reader who loves wearing short dresses and skirts but like sheâs innocent girl. She wears one during mass and he canât stop eyeing her the whole time.
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INNOCENT!reader x PRIEST!charlie đđ àŁȘË ÖŽđ
SUMMARY, charlie canât take his eyes off of her while she wears those short skirts all the time. he realizes that she needs to be punished.
A/N, thanks for requesting!! hope you like it.
WARNINGS, smuttyyyy
Charlie stood at the altar, his voice steady as he read from the Bible. It was an ordinary Sunday mass, yet something felt off. His words were focused on the sermon, but his mind kept wandering, distracted by a presence in the crowd. A familiar one. He tried to ignore it at first, pushing through the scriptures, but every few minutes, his eyes darted back to the same spot.
There she was, sitting in the third rowâhis favorite girl. She had a way of turning heads without even trying.
Charlie noticed her as soon as she entered the church, the short, black skirt she wore clinging tightly to her legs. It was far from appropriate for a Sunday service, or for any visit to church. It wasnât just the lengthâbarely reaching mid-thighâbut the way she seemed completely unfazed by it, sitting there confidently, crossing and uncrossing her legs like the length didnât matter.
He could feel a tension rising inside him, an unfamiliar mix of emotions that tugged at his composure. Why had she worn that here, of all places?
As mass ended and people began filtering out, Charlie couldnât help but keep his eyes on her. He needed to say something, to address it before it gnawed at him further. With a sigh, he stepped down from the altar and walked toward her.
She was lingering by the restrooms, her usual smile playing on her lips. As soon as she saw Charlie approaching, her eyes brightened.
âCharlie,â she said warmly, tilting her head. âYour sermon was great today.â
âThanks,â he muttered, his tone a little more serious than usual. He paused, looking at her outfit up close, his brow furrowing. âcan we talk for a second?â
Her smile faltered just a bit, noticing the change in his mood. âSure,â she said slowly, stepping aside with him.
Charlie took a breath, keeping his voice low. âListen⊠I couldnât help but notice what youâre wearing today.â
She blinked, her brows raising in surprise. âWhat do you mean?â
âThe skirt,â he gestured awkwardly, his eyes darting to the hem that barely covered anything. âItâs⊠not exactly appropriate for church.â
She looked down at her outfit, as if she hadnât even thought about it before. Her expression was neutral, but there was a hint of something else in her eyesâmaybe defiance. âIs it bothering you?â
He shifted on his feet, unsure how to respond. âItâs just⊠This is a place of worship. People come here to connect with God, and I think what youâre wearing might distract from that. Not just for meâfor everyone.â
Her lips curled into a small smile, her voice softening. âAre you saying Iâm distracting you, Charlie?â
His face heated up at her teasing tone, but he forced himself to stay serious. âIâm not trying to make this personal. Iâm just asking you to be mindful of where you are.â
She studied him for a moment, her eyes searching his face as if weighing her next words carefully. âI didnât mean to cause a scene. Itâs just a skirt, Charlie. Canât help it if people stare.â
âI know that,â he sighed, running a hand through his hair. âBut people judge, whether we like it or not. And in a place like this, modesty is important.â
Her smile faded, her expression softening. She looked him in the eye, sensing the sincerity behind his words. âI didnât think it would be such a big deal. But⊠Iâll be more careful next time.â
He exhaled in relief, nodding. âThanks. I just want to make sure everyoneâs focus is where it should be.â
She gave him a playful nudge. âWell, maybe you just need to focus a little better.â
âYou think this is appropriate? Youâre drawing attention to the wrong thingsâ Charlie ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his cool. He knew he wasnât explaining it right, but the way she stood there, so confident in defying him, was only making his thoughts more muddled.
She cut him off, her eyes narrowing. âDrawing attention? Isnât that a you problem? Maybe youâre the one whoâs distracted, not me.â
Her words hit a nerve, and suddenly, everything Charlie had been holding back came flooding out. âYes, I am distracted!â His voice was louder than he intended, but it was too late to stop now. âDo you think itâs easy standing up there, trying to give a sermon, trying to focus on leading a mass, when youâre sitting there in the front row, wearing something that⊠thatââ
âThat what?â she pressed, her tone icy now.
Charlie swallowed hard, the confession finally spilling from his lips. âThat makes it impossible not to notice you. Every time I look out at the congregation, youâre the first person I see. And itâs distracting. Itâs not just about the skirt, itâs about⊠you.â
The air between them felt heavy with his words, and for a moment, She seemed stunned. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, processing what he had just admitted.
âYou know,â he began, his voice low and smooth, âI bet you like it when I give you my attention.â
Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt the color rise to her cheeks. She quickly looked away, trying to laugh it off, but her laugh came out awkward, a bit too high-pitched, betraying the nerves that were now crawling their way up her spine.
âWhat are you talking about?â she said, trying to sound casual, but her voice wavered. She could feel the heat in her face, the way her hands suddenly felt restless as she fiddled with the edge of the throw pillow beside her.
Charlie chuckled, leaning forward slightly, narrowing the distance between them. âYou do this thing,â he continued, his eyes never leaving her, âwhere you act like you donât care, like Iâm not getting to you. But I can see it.â His voice dropped lower, his tone almost teasing. âI can always see it.â
Her heart raced faster now, a dull thrum in her chest. She pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say. He wasnât wrong. Of course, he wasnât wrong. She hated that he could read her so easily, hated that she couldnât hide how his attention made her feel. Nervous, yes. But there was more to it than that, and she wasnât ready to admit what that was.
âYouâre full of yourself,â she finally managed, her words barely above a whisper.
Charlieâs smile widened, that maddening, knowing smile that only made her nerves worse. He leaned back again, but his eyes still held her captive. âMaybe. But Iâm not wrong, am I?â
She swallowed, trying to hold onto whatever was left of her composure. âYouâre imagining things,â she said, shaking her head, but even to her ears, the denial sounded weak.
âAm I? cause for some reason you always wear a skirt when your around me. Iâm not stupid. â he asked, his tone challenging now, as though daring her to keep denying it.
she looked away again, desperate to break the tension that was steadily building between them. But it was too late. His words had already burrowed into her mind, making it impossible to escape the truth she was trying so hard to ignore.
"Just admit it, already," Charlie said, his voice low and certain, sending a ripple of heat through her.
She swallowed, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she desperately tried to hold onto some sense of control. "Admit what?"
Charlie smirked, standing up from his spot and slowly walking toward her. He was too close now, his presence too overwhelming, the scent of his cologne filling the air around her. He stopped just inches away, his gaze holding hers captive, daring her to keep pretending she didn't know what he was talking about.
"You like it when I give you my attention," he said, his voice almost a whisper, but every word felt like it hit her with the weight of something inevitable. "You like it when I make you nervous."
Her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the heat rising in her face, the rush of adrenaline making her pulse quicken. She wanted to deny it, to brush off his words like she always did, but something about the way he was looking at her made it impossible to lie.
Charlie took another step closer, so close now that she could feel the warmth of his body radiating toward her.
She leaned back slightly, her back pressing against the wall as if it would give her some distance from the truth staring her in the face.
"Charlie, I-" she started, but the words got caught, tangled with her emotions.
He leaned in just a little more, his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel the tension between them building to a breaking point. His eyes softened, just a flicker of something raw and real underneath the teasing. And in that moment, she knew he wasn't going to let her hide.
"Admit it," he whispered, his voice so quiet, yet so commanding. "You wear those skirts for meâ
She hesitated for a split second, her heart pounding in her chest, her thoughts racing, before she finally let go. It was terrifying how right he was.
The way he made her feel, the way his attention seemed to pull her in, no matter how much she tried to fight it.
She couldn't keep denying it, not to him, and not to herself.
"I wear them for you," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible, but she knew he heard her.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Charlie's face, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them seemed to buzz with something electric, something inevitable.
Then, before she could overthink it, before she could take it back, Charlie's hand was at her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin as he tilted her face up to his. The world seemed to slow down, the room spinning away until there was only him, only them, in this moment they both knew was coming.
"Good," he murmured softly, his eyes locked on hers. "My naughty fucking girl."
And then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned down and kissed her.
It wasn't hesitant or unsure. His lips were warm, soft, yet firm against hers, and the moment they connected, something inside her melted. She felt herself lean into him, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing holding her upright.
The kiss deepened, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her just a little closer. She could feel the tension unraveling between them, all the unspoken words and hidden feelings pouring out in that one perfect moment.
Everything else faded away-the nerves, the fear, the constant push and pull-until all that was left was the warmth of his lips on hers, the way his touch seemed to set her skin on fire.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, both caught up in the aftermath of what had just happened, of what had been building for so long.
He says, "I thought about you every single day after I met you for the first time," as he presses kisses to her cheek and slides his hands down her arms in a leisurely motion that mimics the path his wet lips followed on the way up.
She's trying to listen, but as they explore, the ache he's started between her legs feels like it's pulsating in her ears, and his hands are scratching her skin. He shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh before giving her another painful kiss and nips in between his low, hoarse confessions. âAlways thought about those fucking skirts you wore" When he traces his sharp nails from the inside of her knees up to the tops of my inner thighs, she gasps.
He presses his mouth to her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "No one compares to you," he mumbles, his voice lowering to a low pitch that turns her stomach. He presses his face against her head and lets out a deep groan as the fingers on one hand slide higher and higher until they draw a slow, agonizing stroke up her heat. The other hand smooths back up her stomach.
Her eyes roll closed and she can only hold her breath as her head lulls back. "All those times you teased me.. I think you deserve to get punished," he says forcing her to a wall.
He exhales, "Shit, you're soaking." She can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against her back as he lingers, slowly and indulgently stroking his fingers along her shamefully damp folds, avoiding where she really needs them. Nipping at the flesh on her neck, he mumbles against her, "Such a good girl for me, yeah?" she nods eagerly.
One of Charlie's fingers sneaks up and softly wraps around her throat, while the other eventually slides up to rest on the area that has been throbbing ever since he had her pinned to a wall. He maintains his lips tight against her ear, matching the pants pouring out of her, starting to circle his fingers around her clit in the same rhythm.
"Do you feel that?" He flicks her nerves more quickly and puts more pressure on them while rasping into her ear. âyour chest get tighter and your heart beating faster?"
She shifts her hips against him mindlessly, her mouth hanging wide, and she doesn't even know how she manages to say a breathless yes, but nevertheless, she manages. "How incredible that feels, you never want it to end?" He goes on, getting a closer hold on her throat, not tight enough to stop her breathing, but tight enough to pull a high-pitched groan out of her, taking her earlobe between his teeth. She panted out another yes and swallowed. "That's how I feel when you're around me, looking at me through your eyelashes- smiling at me. I can feel it in my bones."
She squirms, unable to keep still at the fire igniting inside of her, between what he's saying and what he's doing with his fingers, and her legs begin to shake. His loud, taunting voice reverberates around her, his untamed hair strewn about with strands falling in front of his hungry gaze. "No coming just yet, Angel. I need to taste you."
She can only fling her head back and hide a choked groan the moment he presses his lips to her warmth. He offers her one last slow, dimpled smirk as he wraps his arms around her thighs, holding onto her hips as he sits between her legs. His warm tongue flattens against her clit as his fingers bite into her skin while he lets a deep sigh that rumbles up through him and vibrates against her and she whine at the feeling.
Her back arches as she lets out wild cries that she can't control, and she's clinging to his hair for dear life as his tongue begins to circle and draw deft patterns against her nerves. Her senses are completely assaulted by the guttural moans and growls that are coming out of him as he relishes every response he receives from her. The stress within her was nearly too much for her to bear.
She cries out at the sensation as he his ring and middle finger enters her. The build-up to everything and the delicate way he's sucking and lapping at her pulsating core while his fingers coil inside of her to target that point that has her vision blurring are just too many sensations happening at once. He retracts his tongue while maintaining a fixed gaze on her. He accelerates the speed of his fingers, purposefully striking the area of her body that is producing such a strong pressure.
"Charlie" She exclaim, "What-What is, I don't know what's-oh fuck"; she squeezes her eyes tight, feeling a growing sense of violence inside of her. He examines her expression and quickens the tempo of his careful fingers. He purrs, encouraging her to go forward as he flicks his eyes down to watch his fingers thrust into her. "Don't worry baby, just go with it, it's okay, you're okay".
He moans as he continues to watch what he's doing. She begins to shake, her muscles contracting. She can no longer resist the sensation that her body is having a seizure and going into seclusion at the same time. "Charlie!" She throws her head back, arches off the wall, and yells until the pain tears through her like nothing she has ever experienced. When it finally fades, every part of her body feels as heavy as cement, and she nearly collapses on the ground, her chest heaving as she tries to take in as much oxygen as she can.
âNever wear that skirt again or youâll regret itâ
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i love when internet advice genuinely doesnât apply to me it makes me feel sooooooo good
#personal#it was a tik tok talking about how everyone wants a third space but would you actually go#and talk to strangers there and participate#and went into how you need social skills and to be able to do small talk with people etc etc etc#and iâm sitting there soooo smug like tee hee i regularly go out places and make friends with strangers#hehe no yeah i can have a conversation at any time - following up after getting socials less#but thatâs more they asked for mine and didnât hit me up after bc this is not my prerogative#like iâm fine making friends or talking more but since you pushed for it thatâs on u iâm not gonna go crazy out of my way for that unless#we clicked rlly well#or anything giving advice about being okay with urself or being alone#like best you to the punchline love â€ïž#but intersecting both videos i do need dating advice thatâs like#not purely you need to stop being shy and not going places bc bam not shy and going places#or like hey itâs okay to be alone better than bein with someone bad#which true but what if iâm confident love my own company and still want to pursue being with people#like itâs fine iâm enjoying myself and when it happens it happen or it doesnât#which itâs been really relaxing not to have a convo every second of the day or like a convo#after every hang out explaining my self at length#but support group for people whoâs issue with dating isnât being a shy home body or accepting awful behavior over being alone#did just start using hinge again and not a calendar day before someone called me mommy
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â„ SHOTA AIZAWA X FEM!READER
â„ WORD COUNT: 2.3k
â„ WARNINGS/TAGS: cam girl!reader, former student/teacher relationship (but you're still his ~favorite~), praise, mutual masturbation, sex toys, use of "good girl", lots of dirty talk, aizawa is a pervert and we all know it
â Kinktober Masterlist â
âLook how far youâve come.â Shota loves how you still tremble at his praise, fingers faltering on the screen. âRemember when you used to be so shy? And now youâre just spreading your pussy open for me.âÂ
His gaze follows every movement, breath in his throat as you part your labia and slide your fingers down your folds.
He really thought it was just a rumor that the young generation of heroes had taken to social media to make money. Less villains meant less pay, sure, but he never thought heâd find you on one of his favorite sites, using the body he trained to stuff yourself with toys.
âYou were always one of my favorites. Always such a good girl.âÂ
âIâm still a good girl, Sensei. Promise.â
You prove your point by smearing your fingers over your clit, moaning as your hips buck.
âYeah? Then show me your face, sweetheart. Wanna fist my cock to every inch of you.â
Itâs so wrong. He feels like a dirty old fuck in his bedroom, sweats shoved down to his knees and his laptop screen glowing in the dark on the bed next to him. His camera faces the muscles of his chest, angled just perfectly so you can see the dark trail of hair that leads down to his cock. The frame captures the pump of his bicep as he strokes his dick, yet he leaves it up to your imagination to piece together whatâs happening off screen.Â
âThen you have to show me your face too, okay?âÂ
Thereâs the nervousness heâs used to hearing crackle in your sweet voice. Always so studious, so sweet, the most pleasant of all the brats to deal with. You only ever wanted to please.Â
He knew it was you by your bedspread in the thumbnail to your page. You still have the same pillows you used to have at U.A., all plush and girly with a memorable stuffie tucked off to the side.
âMaybe next time,â he offers, watching your tits heave and nipples tighten as you debate fulfilling his request.Â
Your camera lens is focused from the bottom of your bed, allowing him the perfect view from your spread thighs to your delicate collarbone. You never show your face, not to anyone, not even in one-on-one chat rooms. He read your rules, but heâs specialâheâs no scary stranger, just a perverted sicko who wants to watch his former student fuck herself for him.
He shouldnât be doing this. But god he canât help himself. Heâs seen you flourish as a pro hero, tight suits and bright smiles to the public, and all heâs ever thought about is how fucking pretty you must look naked.Â
âThen at least show me your cock, Sensei.â
You have got to stop calling him that. Yet his cock throbs and leaks at the honorific.Â
âFine.â
His simple answer is enough to convince you. You sit up on your knees on the bed and lean forward, making his mouth water as your breasts fill his screen.Â
Shota strangles his cock in his fist as all of you comes into view. You raise the camera high enough to show your whole bed from an upward angle, letting him leer at you from head to toe.Â
âAtta girl.â He groans as you lean back against your pillows with one hand anxiously running a finger over your lips. You stare right at him through his laptop screen and it makes his balls swell. âIâve missed your pretty face.â
He watches how his words make you press your already sticky thighs together, like his voice shot straight down to your cunt.
âOh yeah? Have you missed me, too? Do you think about your old Sensei?â
Moaning, youâre unashamed to slide your hand down your stomach, spreading your thighs so you can relieve the ache heâs building between your legs.Â
âMhmm, I do. Right now Iâm thinking about what your cock looks like.âÂ
Heâd almost forgotten his promise. Shota looks down at his length, sucking in a deep breath at the sight of himself swollen and drooling for you. He pumps himself a few times just to feel the pleasure, to gain the courage to drag the laptop with his free hand just enough to bring his dick into the picture.
A sharp little gasp from you echoes into his room and heâs suddenly far too self-satisfied. He admires how you writhe on your bed, pulling your knees up so he can once again see the full image of your wet pussy.Â
âYouâre so big,â you whisper like you mean it, like youâre wishing you had his cock in your hand instead of his.Â
âYou think Iâd fit inside you, hm?âÂ
Youâre like a curious cat eyeing him across the screen, lashes fluttering as you glance him over from base to tip. You must have a screen set up right next to your camera because your gaze is still meeting his as your head bobs up and down with the way he strokes his cock.Â
âI dunno,â you moan as you spread your legs wider, two fingers dipping to prod at your hole, âyouâre bigger than my toys.â
âAnd I bet that little cunt is so tight. Put your fingers in and show me.â
You still listen so obediently, just like when you were his student.Â
He thumbs the head of his cock as he watches you sink two fingers into yourself, the microphone picking up the wet squish of your cunt. Your belly tightens with pleasure as you start to pump the digits into your pussy, slow at first and then picking up pace as your bliss builds.Â
âTell me what you would want me to do to you if I was there.â
Thereâs no filter for him now, not with your messy cunt filling his screen and your hand now plucking at your nipple.Â
You take a moment to think, pretty head falling back to the pillows as you moan for him.
âAlways wanted to kiss you, Sensei. Want to feel your hands all over me, ah,â you press the palm of your hand against your clit as you talk, making you nearly whine between breaths, âand Iâd want your cock in my mouth.â
âYou like sucking dick, sweetheart?âÂ
He starts matching the pace of his fist to your fingers, picturing his cock sliding between your plush, parted lips.
âI like having my face fucked,â you admit and it makes him groan.Â
His noise spurs you on, makes you grab your tit and squeeze as your fingers move faster.Â
âIâd love to slide my cock past your sweet lips and into your throat. Want you to gag on it, spit running down your face as I take what I want.âÂ
âYes, want you to take what you want from me. Want you to use me, fill me up and fuck me with that fat cock, Sensei.âÂ
He nearly chokes at your words, blushing at how filthy your mouth is. He pumps himself faster, picturing having your soft body in his lap, your sloppy cunt sinking down onto him.Â
âHow do you want me to fuck you?âÂ
The moan that sounds from his laptop is so lovely, the slick sound of your fingers in your pussy making him shiver.Â
âI can show you?â you ask more than state, pausing to look straight into the camera feed. âWith a toy, I mean. Y-you can pick.âÂ
God, youâre such a delightful little minx. Shota squeezes the base of his cock as the mental image of you fucking yourself on a toy nearly topples him over the edge. He doesnât know how he will handle actually viewing it.Â
âGet your biggest dildo. Letâs see how it compares to me.âÂ
Any ounce of guilt he feels fades when you return to your bed with a purple, silicone cock, long and thick but not nearly as fat as the throbbing flesh he holds in his hand.Â
âGuess you werenât lying, were you, sweetheart? Iâll be the biggest thing that little pussy has ever taken.âÂ
Shota doesnât care if heâs stepping beyond the realm of hypotheticalsâheâll get his hands on you, one way or another, all in due time.Â
âWanna see how I want you to fuck me?â you ask with the cutest smile, like youâre hiding such a naughty secret.Â
âShow me. Fuck yourself for me, tell me every little thing Iâm doing to you.â
He props an arm behind his head to get comfortable, the muscles of his abs and lats rippling in the dim light of the screen. He threads his fingers through his long hair and tugs the moment he sees you turn and get on your knees, bending until youâre in the most sinful doggy position heâs ever seen.Â
âYou start slow,â your voice drops to a sensual note, thick like honey, âcause you want me to feel every inch go inside me.â
The hand wrapped around his cock is moving before he can even think to stop, squeezing hard as he watches you reach around your body and start pushing the dildo between your pussy lips.Â
Shota gets too close to the screen, strands of black hair grazing the edge of the camera, face still out of sight. His gaze scans from corner to corner, watching as if he intends to commit every single detail to memory.Â
Your pussy sucks in the tip of the dildo, making you mewl, and slowly, torturously, you shove the length of it into your hole.Â
âHow do I feel?âÂ
âSo good, want you to move, want you to fuck me hard.âÂ
You take the initiative to start bouncing the dildo in your pussy, sliding it in and out, building speed. The sound is licentious, wet, all mixed together with the short, airy moans you let out with every push into your body. Slick is starting to build on the silicone, creamy and thick.Â
âDo you always get so wet or is it just for me?â
âAll for you, Sensei. Cause you feel so good, you fuck me like Iâve always wanted.âÂ
Shota smears his thumb through the pre-cum freshly leaking from his cock, using it as lubricant as he starts a brutal pace on himself. He can hear the repetitive slap of his wrist hitting his thigh echo into the laptop microphone.
âThat right? Youâre a dirty girl for wanting to fuck her teacher.âÂ
âYouâre so good to me, you rub my clit just how I like it.âÂ
He examines how one of your hands reaches under your body, two dainty fingers swirling around your clit before kneading it quickly, like youâre just so desperate to cum for him.Â
The strokes he gives his cock are furious, other hand now coming down to cup his balls and roll them in his palm. His stomach flexes at the pleasure, picturing how that perfect cunt of yours would be squeezing him so tightly.Â
âYou wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over your Senseiâs cock?â
âPlease,â you groan into the sheets, hips now bucking with the pace of the dildo slamming into you, âwill you let me cum? You said Iâm such a good girl? Ah, ah, one of your favorites?âÂ
âAlways my favorite, sweetheart. Show me how you cum, let me see you make a mess of yourself.â
Your knuckles are tight against the base of the dildo, using all your strength to fuck into yourself. Youâre so close to the edge, panting, whining, hole stretched and practically weeping around the purple silicone.Â
âYou know Iâll fuck you faster, right? Harder. Just wait until I get my hands on you.â
Your tongue falls loose, âWant your hands on my hips, want you to spank me, oh god, pull my hair, kiss me and fuck me and tell me Iâm all yours.âÂ
âYouâre gonna cum for me, scream for me, all for me, got it?âÂ
He can see the way your head shakes on the bed, mascara dripping down the side of your face that he can see. Tears are in your lashes, your lip caught between your teeth, and even still youâre looking back for him, watching him tug and pull his cock with your name in his mouth.Â
âGod youâre so hot, your cockâs so bigââ
A beautiful, strangled noise comes out of you as you finally come apart, your cunt clamping down around the dildo and your motions stilling. You scream into the mattress, all high-pitched and fucked out. Slick squelches from your stuffed hole, dripping down your thighs.Â
With the scene before him, it only takes a few more pumps before heâs unloading, cum spurting out over his knuckles and up onto his stomach, rope after rope spilling out for you.
His room goes quiet, his pants and your whiny breaths the only sound he hears over the pounding of his heart.Â
Finally, you shift on your bed, and he does his best not to look at the mess heâs made in his hand.
âUm,â you awkwardly clear your throat, looking away from him as you slide the dildo from your cunt. He canât help but watch the way your pussy lips drag along the length.Â
The post-nut clarity hits him like a steam roller. His clean hand grabs his laptop, ready to shut the screen and pretend none of this ever transpired except in the guilty pit of his daydreamsâ
âShota,â you mumble, sitting on your knees and holding your body, âthis was, uh, well reallyâŠhot. IâŠI wouldnât mind doing it again.â
His ears perk, unsure if heâs ever heard you call him by his first name.Â
Before he changes his mind, he drags the laptop on his bed until the camera catches his face. You blink so prettily at the sight of him, dropping one of your hands from your breast like youâre just so comfortable seeing him.Â
âNext time will be in person.âÂ
You give him the most genuine little smile, âPromise?â
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Jilted
Charles Leclerc x runaway bride!Reader
Summary: you find out that your groom is a cheating bastard on your wedding day ⊠Charles helps you pick up the pieces
The sun-drenched bridal suite buzzes with anticipation as you stand before the full-length mirror, your reflection a vision in white lace and satin. Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through your veins. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but something feels ... off.
âYou look absolutely stunning,â your best friend, Mia, gushes as she adjusts your veil. âJames wonât know what hit him.â
You force a smile, trying to shake the nagging feeling in your gut. âThanks, Mia. I just ... I canât believe this is really happening.â
Mia squeezes your hand reassuringly. âCold feet are totally normal. Trust me, once you see James waiting for you at the altar, all those doubts will melt away.â
A soft knock at the door interrupts your thoughts. Your mother peeks her head in, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. âOh, sweetheart,â she breathes. âYouâre absolutely beautiful.â
As she enters the room, you notice her clutching her phone, her knuckles white. âMom? Is everything okay?â
She hesitates, exchanging a worried glance with Mia. âI ... Iâm not sure how to say this, honey.â
Your stomach drops. âMom, what is it? Just tell me.â
She takes a deep breath. âI just got off the phone with Jamesâ mother. She... she overheard him talking to someone. A woman.â
The room spins as you struggle to process her words. âWhat are you saying?â
âIt seems ... it seems James has been seeing someone else. For quite some time, apparently.â
The words hit you like a physical blow. You stumble back, gripping the edge of the vanity for support. âNo,â you whisper. âThat canât be true. Weâre getting married in an hour!â
Mia rushes to your side, her arm around your waist. âY/N, breathe. Weâll figure this out.â
But you canât breathe. The room feels too small, the air too thick. âI need ... I need to talk to him.â
Before anyone can stop you, youâre bolting from the room, your dress billowing behind you as you race down the hallway. You burst into the groomâs quarters, startling the group of groomsmen inside.
âWhere is he?â You demand, your voice trembling.
Jamesâ best man, Tom, steps forward, his face pale. âY/N, what are you doing here? Itâs bad luck-â
âWhere. Is. He?â You repeat, each word dripping with venom.
The bathroom door opens, and there he stands â the man you thought youâd spend forever with. Jamesâ eyes widen as he takes in your disheveled appearance. âHoney? Whatâs wrong?â
You laugh, the sound bitter and hollow. âWhatâs wrong? How about you tell me, James? Who is she?â
His face crumples, and in that moment, you know itâs true. âY/N, I can explain-â
âExplain?â You spit. âExplain how youâve been cheating on me our entire engagement? How you were going to stand up there and lie to my face, in front of everyone we love?â
James reaches for you, but you recoil. âPlease, just let me-â
âDonât touch me!â You scream, tears streaming down your face. âHow could you do this to me?â
The room falls silent, save for your ragged breathing. Jamesâ groomsmen shift uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. You turn to leave, but James grabs your arm.
âY/N, wait. I love you. We can work this out,â he pleads.
You wrench your arm free, fixing him with a glare that could freeze hell itself. âLove me? You donât even know the meaning of the word.â
With that, youâre running again, pushing past concerned guests and ignoring the calls of your name. You burst out of the hotel into the blinding sunlight, your legs carrying you down the street without a destination in mind.
You donât know how long you run, your white dress now stained with dirt and tears. Eventually, you find yourself in a part of town you donât recognize, your feet aching and your lungs burning. A neon sign catches your eye â The Dive Hole.
Without thinking, you push open the door to the dingy bar. The few patrons inside turn to stare as you stumble in, a bride in full wedding attire, mascara streaking down your cheeks.
The bartender, a gruff-looking man in his fifties, raises an eyebrow. âRough day, sweetheart?â
You laugh, the sound bordering on hysterical. âYou could say that.â
As you collapse onto a barstool, the weight of the day finally crashes down on you. You bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
The bartender slides a glass of amber liquid in front of you. âOn the house,â he says gruffly. âLooks like you could use it.â
You lift your head, offering him a watery smile. âGot anything stronger?â
***
The world spins as you stumble out of The Dive Hole, your wedding dress now stained with whiskey and regret. The streetlights blur into a hazy glow as you teeter on your heels, struggling to maintain your balance.
âHey, watch it!â A passerby shouts as you nearly collide with him.
âSorry,â you slur, waving a hand dismissively. âJust trying to ... to find my happily ever after. Have you seen it? I think I lost it somewhere.â
The man hurries away, leaving you alone on the sidewalk. You laugh bitterly, the sound echoing in the empty street. âThatâs right, run away! Everyone else does!â
As you take another unsteady step, your heel catches in a crack in the pavement. You lurch forward, bracing for impact with the cold, hard ground. But instead of concrete, you find yourself enveloped in warmth.
âWhoa there!â A gentle voice exclaims. âAre you alright?â
You blink, trying to focus on the face of your savior. Kind green eyes peer down at you, filled with concern. The man helps you regain your footing, his hands steady on your arms.
âIâm fine,â you insist, even as the world continues to tilt around you. âJust ... just celebrating. Itâs my wedding day, you know.â
The manâs brow furrows as he takes in your disheveled appearance. âCelebrating alone? In the middle of the street?â
You nod vigorously, immediately regretting the action as nausea washes over you. âYep! Best day ever. Who needs a groom anyway, right?â
âIâm Charles,â he introduces himself, his accent warm and inviting. âAnd I think maybe you should sit down for a moment. Thereâs a bench just over there.â
He gently guides you to the nearby bench, helping you settle onto it. You slump against the backrest, your head lolling to the side.
âSo, Charles,â you drawl, poking him in the chest. âWhat brings you out on this fine evening? Looking for love in all the wrong places?â
Charles chuckles softly. âActually, I was just heading home after a late dinner with friends. And then I found a beautiful bride who seems to be having a rough night.â
You snort, gesturing to your ruined dress. âBeautiful? I look like Iâve been through a war. A war of the heart.â
âDo you want to talk about it?â Charles offers, his voice gentle and free of judgment.
For a moment, you consider spilling everything. But the wound is too fresh, the betrayal too raw. Instead, you shake your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes once more.
âNo talking,â you mumble. âJust ... can you sit with me for a bit?â
Charles nods, settling onto the bench beside you. âOf course. Take all the time you need.â
You sit in silence for a while, the cool night air slowly clearing your head. Charles remains a steady presence at your side, occasionally glancing at you with concern.
Finally, you break the silence. âI should probably go home. Except ... I donât really know where home is anymore.â
Charles frowns. âYou donât have anywhere to go?â
You shake your head, a humorless laugh escaping your lips. âNope. Funny how your whole life can fall apart in a single day, huh?â
Charles is quiet for a moment, seeming to wrestle with a decision. Finally, he speaks. âLook, I know weâve just met, but ... I have a spare room. Youâre welcome to stay there for the night, just to sleep it off and figure things out in the morning.â
You blink at him, surprised by the offer. âYouâd do that for a stranger?â
He shrugs, a small smile playing at his lips. âWell, weâre not exactly strangers now, are we? Besides, I couldnât live with myself if I left you out here alone.â
You consider his offer. Every logical part of your brain is screaming that this is a bad idea, but something in Charlesâ eyes tells you he can be trusted. Plus, youâre not exactly swimming in options at the moment.
âOkay,â you agree softly. âThank you, Charles.â
He helps you to your feet, steadying you as you sway slightly. âMy carâs just around the corner. Think you can make it?â
You nod, determined. âLead the way, knight in shining armor.â
The ride to Charlesâ apartment is mercifully short. You spend most of it with your head against the cool glass of the window, trying to keep the nausea at bay. Charles fills the silence with gentle small talk, his voice soothing in the darkness.
When you arrive, Charles helps you out of the car and into the elevator. As you ascend, the reality of your situation starts to sink in.
âOh God,â you groan, leaning against the elevator wall. âWhat am I doing? I donât even know you. For all I know, you could be a serial killer or something.â
Charles chuckles. âI promise Iâm not a serial killer. Just a guy who couldnât leave a crying bride on the street.â
The elevator doors open, and Charles leads you down the hallway to his apartment. As he fumbles with his keys, you sway on your feet, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with you.
âHere we are,â Charles announces, pushing open the door. âHome sweet home.â
You step inside, taking in the stylish but comfortable living room. âNice place. Very ... un-serial-killer-like.â
Charles laughs. âThanks, I think. The spare room is just down the hall, but maybe we should get you some water first.â
He guides you to the kitchen, filling a glass with cool water. You accept it gratefully, gulping it down.
âEasy there,â Charles warns. âSmall sips or youâll make yourself sick.â
You nod, slowing down. As you finish the water, a wave of emotion washes over you. The events of the day come crashing back, and before you know it, youâre sobbing.
âHey, hey,â Charles says softly, moving closer. âItâs okay. Youâre safe here.â
Without thinking, you throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in his shirt. Charles stiffens for a moment, surprised, before wrapping his arms around you.
âIâm s-sorry,â you hiccup between sobs. âIâm getting your shirt all wet and snotty.â
You feel Charlesâ chest rumble with a soft laugh. âDonât worry about it. Thatâs what washing machines are for.â
He holds you as you cry, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. You cling to him, this kind stranger whoâs shown you more compassion in one night than your fiancĂ© did in years.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Charles asks gently.
You shake your head, still pressed against his chest. âNot yet. Maybe... maybe tomorrow.â
âOkay,â he says simply. âWhenever youâre ready.â
You stay like that for a while, your sobs gradually subsiding into quiet sniffles. Charles continues to hold you, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of your emotions.
As your breathing evens out, exhaustion begins to overtake you. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you find yourself struggling to stay upright.
Charles seems to sense your fatigue. âCome on,â he says softly. âLetâs get you to bed.â
He leads you down the hallway to the spare room, supporting most of your weight as you stumble along. The room is simple but cozy, with a plush-looking bed that seems to call your name.
âThere should be some spare pajamas in the dresser,â Charles says. âThey might be a bit big, but theyâll be more comfortable than that dress.â
You nod sleepily, already fumbling with the zipper of your gown. Charles quickly turns away, a blush creeping up his neck.
âIâll, uh, Iâll leave you to it,â he stammers. âBathroomâs right across the hall if you need it. And Iâll be in the living room if you need anything, okay?â
âOkay,â you mumble, your eyes already half-closed. âThank you, Charles. For everything.â
He smiles softly. âGoodnight. Sleep well.â
As the door closes behind him, you manage to slip out of your wedding dress and into a pair of soft sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. The bed feels like heaven as you sink into it, your body finally relaxing after the emotional roller coaster of the day.
But as you lie there in the dark, the silence allows your thoughts to creep back in. Memories of James, of the life you thought youâd have, of the future thatâs now shattered. Tears begin to fall once more, soaking into the pillow.
Before you know it, youâre padding out to the living room, sniffling quietly. Charles looks up from his spot on the couch, concern etched on his face.
âHey,â he says softly. âCanât sleep?â
You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself. âEvery time I close my eyes, I see ... I just ... I donât want to be alone right now.â
Without a word, Charles opens his arms. You practically collapse onto the couch next to him, curling into his side. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.
âItâs okay,â he murmurs. âYouâre not alone. Iâm right here.â
You nod against his chest, fresh tears soaking into his shirt. Charles doesnât seem to mind, just holds you tighter and begins to hum softly, a soothing melody that washes over you.
As you lie there, surrounded by the warmth and kindness of this virtual stranger, you feel something you havenât felt all day: safe. The steady rhythm of Charlesâ heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lull you into a state of calm.
Your eyelids grow heavy once more, and this time, you donât fight it. As you drift off to sleep, still wrapped in Charlesâ arms and using his shirt as a makeshift tissue, your last coherent thought is a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be better.
***
The first rays of sunlight filter through the unfamiliar curtains, gently rousing you from your slumber. For a blissful moment, youâre disoriented, unaware of where you are or why your head feels like itâs been stuffed with cotton. Then, like a tidal wave, the memories of yesterday crash over you, bringing with them a fresh wave of pain and embarrassment.
You groan, burying your face in the pillow. How did you end up here? Slowly, fragments of the night before come back to you â a kind stranger, an offer of shelter, crying yourself to sleep on the strangerâs couch.
Charles.
His name was Charles.
The smell of coffee and something deliciously savory wafts through the air, making your stomach growl despite the lingering nausea. Reluctantly, you drag yourself out of bed, wincing at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair is a tangled mess, mascara smudged under your eyes, and youâre wearing clothes that are decidedly not yours.
Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself to face your host. You pad quietly down the hallway, following the sounds of movement in the kitchen. As you round the corner, you see Charles standing at the stove, his back to you as he hums softly to himself.
You clear your throat softly. âUm, good morning.â
Charles turns, a warm smile lighting up his face. âGood morning! How are you feeling?â
You grimace, running a hand through your tangled hair. âLike Iâve been hit by a truck. Emotionally and physically.â
He chuckles sympathetically. âI bet. Here, sit down. Coffee?â
You nod gratefully, sinking into a chair at the small kitchen table. âYes, please. And maybe some painkillers if you have them?â
âComing right up,â Charles says, placing a steaming mug in front of you before rummaging in a drawer for the pills.
As you sip the coffee, relishing the warmth spreading through your body, Charles returns to the stove. âI hope you like omelets. I wasnât sure what youâd be up for, but I figured eggs are usually a safe bet.â
âOmelets sound perfect,â you say, your stomach rumbling in agreement. âThank you. For everything. I ... I donât know what I would have done if you hadnât found me last night.â
He waves off your thanks, sliding a plate in front of you. âNo need to thank me. Iâm just glad I could help.â
As Charles settles into the chair across from you with his own plate, a comfortable silence falls between you. You pick at your food, your appetite warring with the knot of anxiety in your stomach.
Finally, Charles breaks the silence. âSo ... seems like yesterday is quite a story.â
You let out a humorless laugh. âA very long one.â
Charlesâ green eyes meet yours, filled with gentle curiosity. âCare to share?â
You hesitate, pushing your food around your plate. Part of you wants to keep it all locked away, to pretend yesterday never happened. But another part of you is desperate to unburden yourself, to make sense of the whirlwind that turned your life upside down.
Taking a deep breath, you begin. âWell, yesterday was supposed to be my wedding day.â
Charles nods encouragingly. âI gathered as much from the dress. What happened?â
âI found out my fiancĂ© â ex-fiancĂ© now, I guess â has been cheating on me. Throughout our entire engagement.â
Charles winces. âOuch. Thatâs ... Iâm so sorry.â
You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant even as tears prick at your eyes. âYeah, well. Apparently Iâm great at picking them.â
âHow did you find out?â Charles asks gently.
You laugh bitterly. âOh, it was a real soap opera moment. His mother overheard him on the phone with the other woman, literally an hour before the ceremony. She told my mom, who told me, and ... well, you can imagine how that went down.â
Charles shakes his head, disbelief etched on his face. âThatâs awful. What did you do?â
âI confronted him, of course. In front of all his groomsmen. It was ... not my finest moment. There was a lot of yelling, some crying, probably some mascara running. And then I just ... ran. In my wedding dress. Like some clichĂ© runaway bride, except I had nowhere to run to.â
You pause, taking a sip of coffee to steady yourself. Charles remains silent, his face a mix of sympathy and something else â anger, maybe?
âI ended up in some bar Iâd never been to before,â you continue. âDrank way too much, way too fast. And then I was stumbling around on the street, and ... well, you know the rest.â
Charles nods slowly, processing your story. âWow. Thatâs ... thatâs a hell of a day.â
You snort. âYou can say that again.â
âIâm so sorry you had to go through that,â Charles says, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand gently. âNo one deserves that kind of betrayal.â
His touch is warm and comforting, and you find yourself fighting back tears again. âThanks. I just ... I feel so stupid. How did I not see it? We were together for five years. We were supposed to spend our lives together. And all this time ...â
âHey,â Charles interrupts softly. âYouâre not stupid. Heâs the one who made the choice to betray your trust. Thatâs on him, not you.â
You nod, not entirely convinced but appreciating his words nonetheless. âI guess. Itâs just ... where do I go from here? We had a whole life planned out. A home, careers, maybe kids someday. And now itâs all just ... gone.â
Charles is quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. âMaybe this is an opportunity.â
You look at him skeptically. âAn opportunity? To what, have my heart ripped out and stomped on?â
He chuckles softly. âNo, no. I mean ... look, I know it doesnât feel like it now, but youâve been given a chance to rewrite your story. To figure out what you really want, without having to consider someone elseâs dreams or expectations.â
His words give you pause. Youâd been so focused on what youâd lost, you hadnât even considered what you might gain. âI ... I guess I never thought of it that way.â
âItâs okay if youâre not ready to see it as a positive yet,â Charles assures you. âHealing takes time. But I promise you, this isnât the end of your story. Itâs just the beginning of a new chapter.â
You manage a small smile, the first genuine one since yesterday morning. âWhere did you learn to be so wise, huh?â
Charles grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. âOh, you know. I moonlight as a philosopher when Iâm not rescuing damsels in distress from the streets.â
You laugh, surprised by how good it feels. âMy hero,â you tease.
As your laughter fades, a comfortable silence settles between you. You find yourself studying Charles, really looking at him for the first time. Heâs handsome, in a boyish sort of way, with kind eyes and an easy smile. Thereâs something familiar about him, but you canât quite place it.
âSo,â you say, breaking the silence. âIâve shared my tragic backstory. What about you? Whatâs your deal, Charles?â
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. âOh, you know. Just your average guy.â
You raise an eyebrow. âAverage guys donât usually invite strange women in wedding dresses to stay the night. Unless ... oh God, youâre not married, are you? Did I just cause some poor woman to think her husband was cheating?â
Charles laughs, holding up his hands. âNo, no, nothing like that. Iâm very much single. And I promise, inviting strange women in wedding dresses to stay over is not a regular occurrence for me.â
âSo what do you do, then? When youâre not playing knight in shining armor?â
A flicker of something crosses Charlesâ face before he answers. âIâm ... in sports. Racing, actually.â
You nod, impressed. âRacing? Like, cars?â
âFormula 1,â he clarifies. âIâm a driver.â
Suddenly, it clicks. The familiarity, the nagging feeling that youâve seen him before. Your eyes widen. âOh my God. Youâre Charles Leclerc. The Ferrari driver.â
He grins sheepishly. âGuilty as charged.â
You bury your face in your hands, mortified. âOh God. Oh God. I cried all over a world-famous race car driver. I used your shirt as a tissue. This is ... this is so embarrassing.â
Charles reaches across the table, gently pulling your hands away from your face. âHey, none of that. Iâm just a person, like anyone else. And I meant what I said â Iâm glad I could help.â
You peek at him through your fingers. âYouâre sure? Because Iâm pretty sure I got mascara and snot all over your probably very expensive shirt.â
He laughs, the sound warm and genuine. âI promise, itâs fine. The shirt will survive. Iâm more concerned about you. How are you feeling now?â
You consider the question, taking stock of your emotional state. âHonestly? Still pretty awful. But ... maybe a little less awful than before. Thank you. Really. I donât know what I would have done if you hadnât found me last night.â
Charles smiles softly. âIâm just glad I was in the right place at the right time. And hey, look at it this way â youâve got a pretty unique story to tell now.â
You groan, but canât help laughing. âOh yeah, because drunk and crying in a wedding dress is exactly how I wanted to meet one of the best F1 drivers in the world.â
âOne of the best?â Charles teases, clutching his chest in mock offense. âIâll have you know Iâm clearly the best.â
You roll your eyes, grinning despite yourself. âOh, excuse me. I didnât realize I was in the presence of such greatness.â
As you banter back and forth, you feel something shift inside you. The pain is still there, raw and aching, but itâs no longer all-consuming. For the first time since yesterday, you feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, youâll be okay after all.
***
The roar of engines fills the air as you make your way through the bustling paddock, the excitement of race day palpable. You canât help but smile, still amazed at how much your life has changed in the past few years. From runaway bride to Formula 1 WAG â itâs a plot twist you never saw coming.
âMon cĆur!â A familiar voice calls out. You turn to see Charles jogging towards you, his race suit tied around his waist. He grins as he reaches you, pulling you into a quick embrace.
âHey, you,â you say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. âShouldnât you be getting ready?â
Charles shrugs, his eyes twinkling. âIâve got time. Besides, I needed my good luck charm.â
You roll your eyes fondly. âFlatterer. Go on, get back to work. Iâll be cheering you on from the garage.â
He steals one more kiss before heading back towards his team, leaving you shaking your head with a smile. As you turn to make your way to the Ferrari motorhome, a familiar face in the crowd stops you dead in your tracks.
Your ex-fiancĂ© is standing just a few feet away, gawking at you with wide eyes. For a moment, youâre frozen, unsure how to react. Itâs been years since youâve seen him, since that disastrous almost-wedding day.
Before you can decide whether to acknowledge him or pretend you havenât seen him, James is moving towards you, a strange mix of emotions playing across his face.
âY/N?â He says, his voice tinged with disbelief. âIs that really you?â
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. âHello, James.â
He looks you up and down, taking in your sleek outfit and the VIP pass hanging around your neck. âWow. You look ... different. What are you doing here?â
âIâm here with my partner,â you say simply, not feeling the need to elaborate.
Jamesâ brow furrows. âYour partner? You mean like ... a business partner?â
You canât help but laugh. âNo, James. My partner. As in, the person Iâm in a relationship with.â
His eyes widen comically. âYouâre dating someone involved in Formula 1? Who?â
Before you can answer, a small group of fans approaches, their eyes lighting up as they spot you.
âExcuse me,â one of them says excitedly. âYouâre Charles Leclercâs girlfriend, right? Could we please get a picture?â
You smile warmly at them. âOf course!â
As you pose for photos with the fans, exchanging a few friendship bracelets as well, you can see James out of the corner of your eye. Heâs standing there, mouth agape, looking like heâs been hit over the head with a frying pan.
Once the fans move on, James practically pounces on you. âCharles Leclerc? Youâre dating Charles Leclerc? How ... when ... what?â
You sigh, already tired of this conversation. âYes, Charles and I have been together for a while now. Is there something else you needed?â
He shakes his head, still looking dazed. âI just ... I canât believe it. How did this happen?â
âItâs a long story,â you say, not particularly wanting to rehash your past with him. âOne I donât really have time to get into right now.â
James seems to ignore your hint, his eyes narrowing. âCome on, Y/N. You canât expect me to believe that youâre actually dating one of the best F1 drivers in the world. Whatâs really going on here?â
You feel a flash of anger at his dismissive tone. âExcuse me?â
âI mean, no offense,â James continues, oblivious to your growing irritation, âbut last I knew, you couldnât tell the difference between F1 and NASCAR. Now youâre supposedly dating a Ferrari driver? It doesnât add up.â
You clench your fists, trying to keep your cool. âPeople change. They grow. They learn new things. Not that itâs any of your business.â
He scoffs. âRight. So Iâm supposed to believe that in the few years since our ... since we last saw each other, youâve not only become an F1 expert but also managed to snag one of the most eligible bachelors in the sport? Come on, Y/N. Whatâs the real story? Are you some kind of ... I donât know, brand ambassador or something?â
Before you can respond, a warm hand settles on the small of your back. You look up to see Charles standing beside you, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.
âEverything okay here, mon amour?â He asks, his eyes flicking between you and James.
Jamesâ jaw drops even further, if thatâs possible. He looks like heâs seen a ghost.
You lean into Charlesâ side, drawing strength from his presence. âCharles, this is James. My ex-fiancĂ©. James, this is Charles. My boyfriend.â
Charlesâ eyebrows shoot up in recognition, but he recovers quickly, extending a hand to James. âNice to meet you,â he says politely, though thereâs a hint of steel in his voice.
James just stares at the offered hand, then back at you, then at Charles again. âThis ... this is a joke, right? Some kind of prank?â
Charles drops his hand, frowning. âI assure you, itâs not a joke. Y/N and I have been together for over two years now.â
James shakes his head vehemently. âNo. No way. This doesnât make any sense. Y/N, what are you playing at?â
You feel your patience snap. âIâm not playing at anything. Charles and I are together. Weâre happy. Iâm sorry if thatâs difficult for you to comprehend, but itâs the truth.â
âBut ... but how?â James sputters. âHow did this even happen?â
Charles tightens his arm around you, a small smirk playing at his lips. âWell, if you must know, I found her wandering the streets in a wedding dress, crying her eyes out because her fiancĂ© was a cheating bastard.â
James blanches, his face turning an interesting shade of purple. âThatâs ... thatâs not ... you canât just ...â
âCanât what?â You challenge, feeling emboldened by Charlesâ support. âCanât move on? Canât find happiness with someone who actually respects me? Canât build a life that doesnât revolve around you?â
A small crowd has started to gather, attracted by the rising voices and the presence of Charles Leclerc. You can see people whispering, phones discreetly pointed in your direction.
James seems to notice the attention too, his eyes darting around nervously. âLook, Y/N, I donât know what kind of game youâre playing here, but-â
âItâs not a game,â you interrupt, your voice firm. âThis is my life. A life Iâm very happy with, I might add. Now, if youâll excuse us, Charles has a race to prepare for.â
You start to turn away, but James grabs your arm. âWait, just ... just tell me the truth. Is this some kind of revenge? Did you set this all up to get back at me?â
Charles tenses beside you, his eyes flashing dangerously. âI suggest you remove your hand,â he says, his voice low and controlled.
James lets go as if burned, taking a step back. âI just ... I donât understand. How could you ⊠with him?â
You take a deep breath, deciding to end this once and for all. âJames, listen carefully because Iâm only going to say this once. What happened between us was years ago. Iâve moved on. Iâve built a life I love, with a man I love. Your inability to believe that says far more about you than it does about me.â
You turn to Charles, softening your voice. âCome on, love. You need to get back to the team.â
Charles nods, pressing a kiss to your temple before addressing James one last time. âIt was ... interesting meeting you. Enjoy the race.â
As you walk away, leaving a stunned James in your wake, you canât help but let out a small laugh. âWell, that was ... something.â
Charles chuckles, squeezing your hand. âYou handled that beautifully, mon cĆur. Though I have to admit, I was tempted to deck him when he grabbed you.â
You lean into him, smiling. âMy hero. But I think leaving him standing there like a fish out of water was far more satisfying.â
As you approach the Ferrari garage, you pause, turning to face Charles. âThank you,â you say softly. âFor being there, for backing me up. For ... everything, really.â
Charles cups your face gently, his green eyes full of love. âAlways. You know Iâve got your back, just like youâve always had mine.â
You stretch up on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. âI love you, you know that?â
He grins, that boyish smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. âI love you too. Now, how about we go win a race, yeah?â
As you enter the garage hand in hand, the organized chaos of the team preparing for the race enveloping you, you canât help but marvel at the twists and turns that led you here. From the lowest point of your life to the highest â all because a kind stranger couldnât leave a crying bride on the street.
You squeeze Charlesâ hand one more time before he heads off to his car. As you watch him go, you silently thank whatever twist of fate brought him into your life that night. The road hasnât always been smooth, but you wouldnât change a single moment of it.
After all, sometimes the best love stories start with a broken heart and end with a chequered flag.
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