#but even two years is stretching it ngl
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Something I hate is when if Iâm moving blogs and Iâm like Iâm gonna try to do something right and not ghost everyone so I make a little post even if it feels attention-seeky because I want to feel normal for once and just want to be like Iâm moving blogs lmk if you want it but then like 3 people actually reach out AHAISDODMDKDSOSK
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Kiss Cam!
Warnings: Fluff, Secret/hidden relationship, Chris x Fem!reader, swearing
Tags: @d3axplr @miss-ykwho @mattsturnziolio @joemamaaa42069
A/n: this shit is so ass ngl LMAO sorry if some of the wording doesn't make sense i'm exhausted and I refuse to download grammerly! Also I hope I didn't screw up the hockey scenes I know NOTHING about the sport
Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws
In which.. Y/n and Chris decide to keep their relationship out of the public eye. What happens when they decide to go to a hockey game and they appear on the kiss cam on live television..?
You and Chris shuffle through the crowds of excited hockey fans trying to find your seats. Chris leads with one of his hands behind him, allowing for you to take hold of it so you don't get lost amidst the swarm of people.
Eventually, you two make it to your designated seats. You sit down waiting for the game to start, Chris's arm drapes over your shoulder "you excited?" he turns to you with a toothy grin. To be honest you could care less about the game, you didn't even know which teams were playing tonight. You still wanted to come with Chris though, knowing it'd make him happy. "Yeah! Can't wait! Also.. who are we rooting for again?" Chris laughs, leaning in and placing a kiss on your temple.
As he starts explaining, the screens in the middle of the arena started counting down and the lights dim. The crowd starts cheering, awaiting the players to come into view. Chris stops speaking immediately, his eyes widened and glued onto the ice. You smile at his excited expression and turn your head to one of the screens.
The lights of the arena came back up as the sports commentator announced the first team. "WELCOME TO THE ICE THE BOSTON BRUINNSSSSSS" The crowd went wild! People were jumping, screaming, waving their arms around in support. "WOOOOOO" Chris cheered clapping his hands together. The opposing team was also announced, it was the other half of the arena's turn to cheer.
The game soon started, the opposing team taking the lead. The people in the stands were on the edge of their seats, watching the puck glide around the ice waiting for it to go into one of the goals. One of the players from the opposing team scored a goal. Half the crowd started cheering, the other half kept quiet out of respect but still had sour looks on their faces.
Your boyfriend sucked his teeth, using one hand to rub his chin in frustration. "c'mon c'mon" Chris muttered under his breath as the game continued. He was watching the game with intensity, his eyes never leaving the ice.
Soon enough the Bruins made a goal, the score was now 1-1. Much to everyone's disliking the game paused for an intermission. People got up to use the bathroom, grab something to eat, stretch their legs, trying to use the short break to the best of their ability not wanting to miss anything.
You yawned, head leaning against your boyfriend's shoulder. "what? ya bored already?" He smirked down at you. "no no just uhm..." Chris laughed at you failing to find an excuse, holding you close to him. The screens in the middle of the arena changed, it went from the arena's name to a white page with the words KISS CAM in pink letters and hearts around it.
"here we go with that corny shit" Chris rolled his eyes. "stop, I think it's cute" you pouted at him and turned back to the screen. The first pair that was shown were an elderly couple, the woman was first to notice and pointed it out to her husband. when he saw the screen he gently cupped her face and gave her a soft kiss. "aww that's so sweet" Your eyes widened at the sight, a slight pout forming on your lips. Chris tried to suppress his smile but failed. He leaned down, his breath tickling your ear "that's gonna be us in 40 years." You blushed at his words, your eyes peering into his "yeah? you think so?" "oh I know so 100%" Chris said with confidence. You couldn't help but smile at his words, you loved that he was thinking of a future with you.
The next pair on the kiss cam brought you out of your trance. It was a father and his daughter, the girl looked no older than 3. The father pointed to the screen to show his little girl they were on tv, the girl grinned ear to ear clapping her little chubby hands together. The father kissed his baby's cheeks and she let out a happy giggle. The whole stadium erupted into awes, smiling at the wholesome interaction in front of them.
Chris's arm's were drawing patterns on your shoulder mindlessly, he was distracted by the bustling crowds of people walking up and down the stairs to notice that you were trying to get his attention. "Chris..." no response "Chris" you repeat, again no response. "Chris." you say a little louder this time, this catches his attention "hm?" he questions with a lazy look. You point at the screen in front of you. He looks over expecting to see another couple you found cute, what he saw wasn't what he expected at all.
On the screen, he saw himself and you displayed in front of everyone that was inside TD garden, not to mention the thousands of people watching the game live on television and he knew some of those people were probably his fans. His eyes widened at the sight, on different circumstances he would've kissed you on the spot not caring about a thing. But this was different.
You've gotten enough hate just for hanging out with the triplets and being in their videos, imagine how much hate you'd get for kissing one of them? Let alone dating. You and Chris kept your relationship hidden from the public for years knowing that you would get crucified if some of the fans found out.
You were in a state of panic not knowing what to do. You looked at your boyfriend for answers, he was just as clueless. You looked back at the screen hoping it would've moved onto another couple, it didn't. The camera was still on the two of you. "I swear whoever's operating this is praying on our downfall" You nervously chuckle Chris is silent, still in a state of shock. "just kiss already!" some stranger said from afar.
Chris's thoughts were running wild in his mind, He didn't want his fans to go ballistic on you but the thought of the two of you kissing in front of thousands of people was making him go crazy, he wanted to show the world that you were his and his only.
"Fuck it." Chris grabbed your face with both hands pulling you into a forceful kiss. You were stunned. Chris pulled away, grinning ear to ear at your surprised expression. The kiss cam moved on to another couple soon after, not paying attention to the two of you anymore. "I can't believe you just did that" you say astonished. Chris still grinning, faced towards the ice and shrugged "I mean we were on the kiss cam right? we had to" "but your f-" "don't worry about it ma I'll deal with it" Chris grabbed your hand interlocking it with his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of your palm. You had a shy smile plastered on your face "I uh.. thought you said kiss cams were corny" "they are" "then why'd you kiss me?" you questioned. You knew the answer, he knew you knew the answer. "Oh y'know, we couldn't let the people be disappointed" trying to act as nonchalant as possible, failing terribly. "of course of course" you played along.
The intermission ended and the game continued. Chris had a hard time focusing on the game, his mind wandering to the events that had just unfolded a few minutes ago. He wanted to for so long to show everyone that the two of you were together and he finally did. He didn't care what the haters had to say, all that mattered to him was that you were his and that he was yours.
hours later....
You and Chris went inside the house. Both of you were exhausted, you planned to take a nice warm shower and to finally get some sleep. But someone had other plans..
"what the fuck were you guys THINKING?" Nick screamed at the two of you. Matt watches from the couch with amusement, holding Trevor in his lap. "what are you-" you were about to question him but the man cut you off by shoving his phone in your face. On it was a clip of you and Chris kissing on the kiss cam. "oh.." Soft chuckles came out of Matt's mouth "you both are fucked everyone is going insane." He was right, that video has a million likes and hundreds of thousands of comments.
"Are you guys mentally okay!? Did you not use your brains for a second!? Why on EARTH did you do that!?" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "Nick what the fuck were we supposed to do? The stupid cameraman wouldn't move on until we kissed each other" "You could've said no!" "Its fine Nick, whatever's happened happened. You don't gotta worry about it anymore kay?" Chris shrugged. "fine fine but you're gonna have to deal with this cause i most certainly am not. Good night." Nick put both his arms up in surrender and walked to his room.
Matt got up from his spot from the couch. He walked up to you both, he gave Chris a supportive pat on the shoulder and he shot you a reassuring smile before walking up to his room, Trevor following close behind.
You plopped down on the couch, your face was buried in your hands. "we shouldn't have done that" you groaned, your voice filled with regret. Chris sat down next to you "hey.. it's gonna be fine, I promise if anyone tries some shit I'll block them and they will no longer have access to any Sturniolo Triplet content" His hands went to his cheeks as he gave a faux surprised look. You laugh "you can't block them all" "yeah but if I block 3 of them I'm sure the rest will get the message" He grins. You shake your head in disbelief, a playful smile resting on your face. "alright now no more sadness we just came back from an awesome bruins game and we need to keep the good vibes goin'. I'll run you a bath yeah?" With that Chris ran up the stairs to the bathroom. You couldn't help but chuckle, somehow that man always knew how to make you laugh even in the most dire situations.
You picked up your phone opening Tiktok, you weren't surprised when the first video that popped up was the kiss cam clip. You knew you shouldn't, you knew what you were about to do was dumb, but you couldn't help it the curiosity of peoples opinions took over. You opened the comment section bracing yourself for the hate and insults
comments:
user3453985: I KNEW IT
user7654876: I'm not even surprised they were so bad at hiding it I LOVE THIS THO
user2832733: AWWW CUTIES đŠˇđŠˇđŠˇ
user003328: they're perfect together omg!
User33314: really? her? he could do sm better tbh. đ¤ˇââď¸
user22383: @user33314 like who? you? girl please sit down.
As you were reading the comments your smile got bigger and bigger. Sure there was some hate, but the amount of positive comments were drowning them out almost completely. Everything might be okay after all.
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âHITTIN MY PHONE IS SO RIGHT !
?: You canât seem to put an end to a salacious affair between you and your boss. However, lately with the new cameras being installed around units, itâs getting increasingly risky for you two. Whatâll it be, your job or Abbyâs? / A.A x Fem!Reader
!: hellurrrr.. xD havenât proof-read this ngl bc my eyes hurt/ ALSO AN OLD DRAFT I HATE..im srry :P
âFuckinâ hell..sheâs just clamping onto me..â Abby coos from where her head is thrown back on the office chair; you, on her lap, rocking your hips deliciously into her, each snap feeling like a tidal wave of pleasure surging through Abbyâs veins. Youâd never in a hundred years think this would be a common event that took place between you and your employer after hours, a dirty secret that was buried deep within Abbyâs Law-Firm.
âS-shitttt, donât speak like that..â You whine, digits burying themself into Abbyâs Golden locks when it seems like her pace speeds up; âCanât when this messy cunt âs talking to me..â Abby takes a sharp inhale of air when you rip open the first two buttons of her blazer, scattering across the room.
âNot fair..âwanna take âem off..â You whine, wrapping your arms tighter around your lovers neckâ soft tits pressed up into Abbyâs face where she sneakily kisses around your areola, taking a nipple into her warm mouth, earning a weak huff from you.
âShh..gotta be quiet, doll..canât risk having you heard.â She whispers against your skin, pulling you down to press a messy kiss against your lips, âthat I have âfuckin favoritesâŚâ; You shriek when she manages to slam you even harder on the XL strap, the one thatâs tied oh-so-perfectly around her hips.
The buzzing on her desk brings her away from your lips and her attention instead, is on the lit-up phone, grabbing it with ease as she maintains a rhythm with how she bounces you, caller ID reading OWEN.
âNot this timing..â She groans, shushing your mewls once again when she takes your head and slightly angles it into her neck as an attempt to muffle your noises while she takes the call; âGet to the point.â
While she talks, you sink your teeth into her nape unexpectedly, illiciting a dirty, guttural moan from Abby to the point she almost lets the phone slip out of her grasp, âUh..you okay?â Owen asks, confused at what was happening on the other end of the phone as he peels an orange; Abby hums at this, poorly trying to reaffirm Owen with eyes clenched closed as you leave harsh hickeys on her neck, ones sheâd have to indefinitely cover up all week with series of collered pantsuits.
âP-please, âAbs..âYou pant, saliva stretching from your quivering lips to her bruised neck. Abby pathetically caves in, murmuring mantras of âhear you, babyâ into the humid office air, head spinning and the call long forgotten as she throws it across the desk; her obsession with you ran deep, from the very moment you stepped into the office scene, all pencil skirts and painted lipsâ you were something she needed around here, and maybe the only thing that kept her hauled up in this shit-hole while all her other colleagues ran themselves into bankruptcy and alcoholism.
âIâll give it to my sweet girl, âalways do..ahâ? S-she just needs to be âfuckin patient..â Abbyâs breath hitching when you scrape your nailbeds across her, now, unclothed back. âYouâre soâo âfuckin nasty..begging to fuck when theyâve installed surveillance every square inch of the damn placeâlove my pretty g-girl..â
âG-gna cum, pleaseee.. if you keep âtalkin to me like tâthis!â You stutter out with furrowed brows, annoyance and arousal a mixture when she picks you up and slams you directly against the desk now, a stark contrast to where you two were meekly teasing eachother earlier on her swivel chair but shit, does this angle make you take her even deeper..
After some time of her relentlessly pounding into you, and tears falling from your glossy eyes, down your full cheeksâ you finally crack. This doesnât end it, no, because after 2 orgasms ripped out of youâ Abby leans down and kisses your cheek softly, her lips lingering condescendingly, âone more before we go, hm? Then weâll clock out and iâll take us home, babyâ, all while two fingers work figure 8âs on your puffy clit, soothing you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Home?
You look at her up from heavy lidded eyes, sleep wanting to consume you completely but you oblige, mewling when Abby lowers herself to her knees and begins kitten-licking at your sensitive pussy; maybe you were obsessed with the blonde as much as she was with you, even if it could cost you both your jobs potentially one day.
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(I don't do requests often, so I read your rules like three times out of nervousness đ)
Could you write an Il Capitano x fem!reader where the reader is forced to walk home by her family after a ball. While walking back, Capitano picks her up and offers to take the reader to where she lives. Maybe toss in some soft/kind Capitano?
Thank you so much, I hope this is an ok request!
pitch black.
Pairings: capitano x fem!reader
CW: sfw, female reader, assy family members, written before natlan, so capitano might be slightly ooc, can be read as platonic or romantic, yum frostbite yay, ngl id cry myself to sleep if I was in snezhnaya bc I canât handle cold weather, probably an iron deficiency, lazy writing at the end again AUUUUGHHHH, freakytano my glorious king, not proofread.
A/N: HIHIHIHI ALSO IM SORRY IF I MISREAD THE FAMILY THING BUTTTT I ACTUALLY WROTE ON A WEEKDAY YAY also guys should I do like a special for 1k cause my followers are eating rn ok but seriously thank u so much for all the support love yall!! đŻď¸
Cold swishes of air circled the pitch black sky faintly illuminated by a star or two, ruffling the silky fluff of a heavy coat adorning your figure. You firmly tightened your grasp around the lapels of the large coat, fabric wrinkling and dragged between the clutches of your paling knuckles tinted a soft pink from Snezhnayaâs biting cold.
Hollow crunches of your footsteps simply rang aloud in your years as your fatherâs words piled up in your mind. They were merely harmless, yet the intent behind your familyâs dismissal stung like a sharpened blade spearing into your chest. But of course, it wasnât anything new. A gust of wind howled into the canal of your ear sharply, ringing the ill memory of your family spitting the venom laced words of ordering you to trudge home in the nationâs burrowing winter. They didnât even bother to provide a coat or furnish your body in any way, simply shooing you off as if they were desperate to make you keep your distance from them.
You had been awkwardly situated next to them, the chatter making you shift uncomfortably in an off putting stance, similar to that of an upright statue. Their exasperating laughs bellowed throughout the ballroom obnoxiously, catching an occasional glance of a person or two eyeing them. If hunching your shoulders in embarrassment wasnât enough, their attitude was more than enough for you to have a strong urge to pray for the Tsaritsaâs wrath to be bestowed upon them.
People had noticed your huddled stance, tracing the rim of your glass in circular motions in hopes to distract yourself from the growing oddity of your placement in the ball. And without hesitation, they would of course begin to approach you. Possibly out of pity? Perhaps even the goodness of their heart wanting to accompany the girl who wasnât very engaged in the celebration. Each person would approach you, friendly smiles stretching their face as theyâd attempt to greet youâonly for it to be cut short by your parentsâ attention snapping to the guest stood before you, slicing the conversation short as theyâd beckon the person to come speak with them instead.
Tremors of disdain pooled inside of you upon seeing your family members so obviously attempt to shove out any possible chance of a trail of hopeful socialization paved on your direction. Your isolation only grew more and more frustrating as indistinct chatter bounced off the walls of the ball, your eyes following the sound of the echo trailing from the marble structure to the intricate chandelier and candles flickering. At this moment, you purely felt alone. Isolated from everything as you mentally stood still in a pitch black void, with drowned out voices clouding the lonesome darkness.
â(Name). I think itâs about time you headed home.â Your father rasped out, not even making eye contact with you as his gaze was locked onto the champagne bottle and glass snug between his hands. âThe ball is over anyway. Weâre only staying for extra drinks. Your mother and I will be out meeting some other relatives at the nearby restaurant.â
âFather, itâs too cold for me to walk back home. You know how-â
âOh, (Name). Youâll be fine. I raised you to be an independent woman. Youâll find the way home just fine.â
Pushing past your father, your mother pokes her shoulder out as well, casting you a glance as she chimes in to the conversation.
âHeâs right, dear. Go ahead and head home for the night. I trust youâll fare just fine without us accompanying you home.â
âMother, thatâs not what I-â
â(Name). Thatâs enough. You should head home. End of discussion.â
You knew you couldnât properly explain to them. Theyâd always toss you aside and swat off your remarks as such. You bit back your protest, swallowing as you scanned the ballroom for a spare coat anywhere. There were a few harbingers around, so a raggedy stray coat shouldnât be too uncommon.
âSorry. Iâll be heading home now.â You submitted under your breath, masking your mixed irritation dissolved into your tone. You only further grimaced slightly as your mother smiled and leaned over to place a faux affectionate kiss to your forehead. With one dismissive wave once more, her and your father turned their back to you to exit the ball, shouldering through the heavy spruce doors packed with people crowding them.
You blinked, fervent shivers making you tremble against each flake of snow that brushed along the exposed parts of your skin as you realized you had just stepped midway through. The searing cold made your head spin as you began to lose yourself, frostbite clouding your senses and enveloping the tips of your fingers slowly. No matter. You could make it home if you simply stopped spacing out and thinking about your shitty parents. Just then, a loud crunch resounded with the howling wind, heavy clanks of metal being heard in addition to the crunches.
The heavy thuds only seemed to become clearer as they grew closer and closer, a light drag of chains shuffling behind you as well. Your heart nearly pounded out of your chest in anticipation, a sense of apprehension overtaking you as you clutched the coat draped over you tighter in a pathetic attempt to shield yourself using the thick fabrics. The thuds came to a halt as your eyes slowly roamed over the man who halted before you. His figure loomed over you, as his towering frame was quite intimidating to the least.
The metal lining of his mask enshrouded his face in a sightless black, cloaking his face completely as it seemed like an empty void bore into the gap of his helmet. Streams of jet black hair along with that adorned along the cheekbone of his mask and down his shoulders, a few stray strands of his long hair edged along the sharp steel edges of his mask. On top of that. A thick white coat with black fluff was draped along his shoulders, the small fabric emblem in the corner pertaining to that of the Fatui. If he was wearing this coat, your best bet was he was definitely a Fatui harbinger. Likely a strong one at that.
Backing up slightly, your eyes wandered over the manâs figure as you stood neatly frozen in place, the wind swaying his streaming hair while the harbinger looked down upon you.
âIs something the matter, maâam?â
His low voice cast the illusion of protruding through the thickened frozen air, a faint muffle present in his speech considering he had spoken through the hollow opening of his seemingly endless mask.
âI was just walking home..â
âYou seemed to be troubled, though.â
You simply wanted to scoff, yet you only tilted your head away from the harbinger in shame. Had your family humiliated you this much to the point where a figure of such high status took pity on you?
Sucking in a breath, you slowly turned your head back towards him, his body frozen in place, and looking down at you like a great statue. His gaze remained locked on youâyet you couldnât tell due to the hollow blackness pitched into the carving of his mask. âYour name?â He hummed lowly, his body still enveloped by his large coat, and arms hidden under the sides of the thick pale silk.
â(Name).â You replied bluntly, clearing your throat and lowering your voice almost immediately after as to not give a rude impression. âYours?â
âIl Capitano.â
Capitano seemed to follow your lingering gaze as he spoke, tracing each spot your eyes transfixed on periodically. However, there was one particular spot you couldnât take your eyes off, and he didnât take long to notice you focused on the Fatui emblem at the corner of his harbinger coat. âFirst of the Fatui harbingers.â He added, sensing that you had been wondering his relation to the infamous organization serving under the Cryo Archon dispersed across Teyvat.
Sensing your evident shifts and subtle kicks of your feet, he didnât take long to pick up on your troubled state fidgeting before him, as if you were afraid of a train of emotional danger clouding your judgement to even think properlyâmuch less walk in such bitter conditions.
âWhere are you off to so late, miss (Name)?â
âIâm just walking homeâŚitâs important family business.â
You immediately added that last part as an audible afterthought, not wanting to involve a harbinger in your personal affairs. Capitano wasnât stupid, however. The clouds of tension and fear were palpable amidst the indifferent expression of yours, flaked white from the occasional crystals of snow fluttering onto your face. Heavy clanks followed your words as he stepped forward carefully, not wanting to startle you as he made his way directly beside you.
The black fur lining the neckline of his coat brushed against your collarbone as he stood closely shoulder to shoulder with you, head kept high. He continued to stare off into the distance ahead of him, as if the burrowing fog wasnât enshrouding the entire vicinity before the two of you and dimming your line of sight.
âDo you mind if I accompany you home?â
You blinked out of pure surprise. A harbinger? Walking you home? At first it was too much, you couldnât possibly accept this, much less waste his time like this! However the chilling thought of walking alone at night so late sent a shiver down your spine, and it was definitely not just from the cold.
âNot at all, Sir Capitano.â
He shook his head, stepping forward as he beckoned you to catch up to him.
âNo need for formalities. Just Capitano is fine.â
Nodding, you briskly walked beside him to match his pace. The two of you were purely silent as he walked into the swirls of fog patterned along the vicinity clouding the array of homes lined up on either side of the street. Shuffles of chains and howls of wind were the only noticeable sound echoing along the empty night roads, inducing a rush of calmness that replaced your previous anxious state. Halfway through, you proceeded to extend your arm out, pointer finger fixing ahead of you at a slight angle.
âMy home should be around there.â
Capitano simply nodded, shifting his path in the direction of your fingerâs aim as he slowly headed toward the squeezed space of homes cluttered along the sides. Once reaching your doorstep, he halted at the hardened spruce topped with a silver knocker situated above the center, as if he was awaiting your next words. You delivered him a sincere and thoughtful smile, folding your arms as you didnât know what exactly to do with them. The freezing steel of the knocker uncomfortably brushed along the exposed skin of your shoulder, which was not effectively covered by the ragged coat, making you hunch over upon contact embarrassingly.
âThank you, Capitano. I donât think I could have reached home quick enough before passing out on the streets..â
He let out an affirmative hum once more, looking down at you through his helmet framed by his long hair which was now a bit unkempt from the winds mixed with the fog. But it was only a strand or two off anyway.
âThe pleasure is all mine, Miss (Name).â He paused briefly, before adding once more. âIf youâre in any trouble that requires my assistance, donât feel afraid to call me.â His words were sweet, yet they made you laugh faintly, making you biting your tongue at his low tone questioning what was so humorous about his statement.
âAh. Itâs nothing, Capitano. Itâs justâŚwe met under a few hours ago..â
âItâs not the time we knew each other thatâs the matter. Rather, itâs the fact that itâs obvious youâre clearly going through something, (Name). I donât mean to pry, I just want to do what is just for you. And I can tell youâre a good person.â
His words only brought that faint elated smile back onto your face, an unexplainable disappointment drooping within you when he steps away from the door to head back. You wave to him, and he gives a quick nod, turning his back to you and heading back to god knows where. That smile remained on your lips for quite a bit, even when you rocked open the door slowly into the comfort and warmth of your home.
What a respectable and kind man.
A/N: itâs 1 am and I have a quiz tomorrow morning LOLLL
Anyway Iâm so happy I got this done yay
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Only Fans (18+)
Bayverse!Raphael x reader
A/N: Inspired by a post I saw here on Tumblr. I canât remember who posted it, so if someone knows who they are, please tag them and let them know I wrote something inspired by their little Raph x reader Only Fans idea. Because honestly, I agree. I think he would be into that, ngl.
Takes place in a world where mutants are accepted in human society.
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Size difference (size kink?), filming, filming of porn?, voyeurism?, rough sex.
It started with small home videos, you and your boyfriend made for only the two of you to enjoy. The first film was due to the simple reason, that Raph wanted you to see what he saw whenever his thick member stretched you out. You were only able to feel it, not see it. His thick, almost over sized green member pushing in and out of you, with your wetness all over it. It was erotic to watch, you would have to admit that. And that was when you and Raph had the idea to continue filming yourselves just for the fun of it.
Then the need for money came into play. Both you and Raph worked a lot, but with the whole world only getting more and more expensive, especially in a city like New York, with everything but the wages raising, you and Raph had to find another way to make income on the side. And the idea came surprisingly quick to the two of you - opening an Only Fans.
Human mutant relationships were nothing new at that point. They had been happening for years, especially after the official acceptance of mutants in society. Yet you and Raph were surprised to see how few videos of humans and mutants that were on the internet. It was an untouched market, just waiting for you and your boyfriend to tap into it. And with the thought of knowing people would watch what your boyfriend was able to do to you, excited the two of you quite a lot.
Your first video was a success. Filmed on your shared bed with the camera angled just right, so that Raphâs large member thrusting in and out of you was on full display, both of your faces out of the line of sight. And with the title ��Mutants ramming human hard from behindâ, both mutants and humans were on it in no time.
One video became two, and then two became five, and soon it was a whole thing. You and Raph was gaining the money you needed, just by having sex in the comfort of your own home. Even before you and Raphg started this Only Fans thing, the two of you had a very busy and healthy sex life. Now you had a busy and healthy sex life, gaining money on it. You only saw wins.
Your most popular video to date, was one of you and Raph on the couch, with the camera standing on the coffee table. It started with the two of you being dressed in very formal clothing, as the two of you had just gotten home from a date at a local restaurant, making out with your faces just out of the shot. It didnât take long before Raph had your red dress pushed up, your lace panties pulled to the side, and his long finger inside of you, making you moan and whimper as you held on to him for dear life. Soon, Raphâs slack pants was down around his angels with you straddling his waist, bouncing on his long erection, his large hands holding your dress up and panties to the side. Soon it took the turn that you and Raphâs videos usually did. As the intensity grew, things got rougher, resulting in Raph ripping off your underwear, before grabbing a hold of your waist from under your thighs, leaving your legs dangling up over his big strong arms. From this angel it was easy for him to lift you up before slamming you down onto him once again, making you scream and moan, while Raph groaned and churred. It ended with both of you caming hard, with you having an earth shattering orgasm that left shaking and convulsing on Raph, while he shot his white robes into you.
You couldnât walk right for a whole week after that, proving in more ways than the numbers on the video, that it had been a success. And as soon as your legs were functioning normally again, you and Raph was back on it again, making hard rough love in front of a camera.
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kinktober day eleven: monsterfucking kink
>>> guys this one may be my fav day ngl...as you can tell by my blog's entire theme that this is my biggest and most violent fantasy i need dragon king bakugou in the worst way please oh my god please
>>> EDIT 10/11: MHA LEAKS OMFG THIS DROPPED THE DAY MHA LEAKS BAKUGOU IS BACK MY GLORIOUS KING!!!!
>>> starring: dragon king!bakugou x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: monsterfucking, bakugou is a hybrid, no prep, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, dark content, kinda forced marriage? mating bonds, uh, i think that's it. >>>wc: 2.9k >>> event masterlist
it was the new kingâs coronation day, and as tradition demands, he shall have his pick of the finest women in his lands. you were brought forth amongst a host of other ladies deemed pretty enough for the young king to choose from. you were the only one of them that seemed irritated by the prospect, all the other girls were tittering and combing their hair while discussing their chances of being picked to be the dragon kingâs new bride. he examined you all in a line, sneering at all the smiling and fluttering lashesâsending them crying from the room. he pauses on you, his gaze was stern and fiery but you didnât hesitate to square your shoulders and meet it. heâs surprised; you donât smile or extend your hand for him to kiss. you challenge him, you tell him with that strong set jaw and steel stare that you wonât be easy. he feels a pull on his heart, something he cannot yet explain. he likes you.Â
you tilt your chin up, almost like youâre the one sizing him up. youâre so regal and amusing to him that his mind is made up instantly, but he gives you a few more minutes of looking him over, hoping to see some semblance of interest on your face. king bakugou was a hulking form of a man, towering above everyone in the room. they always were bigger than the normal humans, but he was larger than any of the dragon shifters you had ever come across. the room almost didnât seem big enough to contain him, and it was his castle. his burlap trousers balloon around his lower half, but it seems there were not shirts big enough to fit the new king of dragons, only a long fur cloak that fastened with a golden dragon broach stretching across the broad expanse of his chest. he was tanned and scarred from years of flight and battle, and muscled even more so. he had hints of sparkling scarlet scales trailing along his collarbones with pointy teeth that alluded to his other form. his biceps bulged as he folded his arms across his chest, admiring you as you admire him with a satisfied smirk on his face. you didnât throw yourself at him like the rest, and he doubted you would yet still, but you werenât shy to let your eyes linger on him. he likes you.Â
he smirks your way, grunting his approval. you were the perfect match. you certainly were the most beautiful creature of his kingdom, and your womanly figure assured him that he would sire several successful heirs with you. you captivated him and you had not yet spoken a word, though the young king could feel that fierce tugging on his heart again, something he now recognizes to be his mating bond the longer he looks at you and the stronger the feeling grows.Â
âmine.â he says simply, nodding at you in content. his right hand man and fellow dragon shifter steps closer, handing his friend and king a fur pelt similar to the one he wears before retreating back into the onlooking crowd. the king unclasps the matching golden dragon, swinging the covering over your shoulders and snapping the jewelry back into place with a surprising nimbleness. this was the first of many gifts the king would dole out for his mate and queen, but this is the first one to mark you as his. youâre shocked to be chosen, convinced he would take your surveying for disrespect and brutalize you here to send a messageâ but alas, the most explosive dragon ruler in all the lands chose you as his bride. âyou are my mate. we will marry in two moons. dismissed.âÂ
he looks over your head when he says this, ending the celebrations in favor of alone time with his chosen. his gaze has a hint of boredom to it as it glides around the room, red and fiery with unspoken strength and power behind them. you straighten yourself under the weight of your new cloak, bowing your head out of respect, albeit so quick it made the king exhale heavily through his nose as if to chuckle.Â
âyou are amusing, mate.â he says, extending a warm battle-worn hand to push your hair away from your neck. he lets it rest against your shoulder, smirking at how small you were compared to him. it was overwhelmingly apparent that he could do anything he wanted to with you, and you werenât necessarily opposed to the concept. you started this day with immense rage and dread at having to go before the king and be selected like a prize horse. but he surprised you, even being every bit as brute and brash as everyone said heâd be, his eyes sparkled when they came across you. he declared you his mateâ-a huge deal for a dragon shifter, and shrouded you in the engagement cloak without so much as a second thought. there was no arguing with the king, nor his mating bond. your soul was created to nurture his, and vice versa. he felt this snap into place instantly, as a mortal, you probably wouldnât feel the strength of your connection for several days to weeks. it was an honor, one you couldnât believe was bestowed upon youâbut you certainly werenât complaining anymore. âi like you.âÂ
you feel your body warm a bit from something as simple as his touch. heâs rough around the edges, and certainly doesnât know how to be gentle or verbose, but his statement makes you smile warmly anyway. âthank you, my king. iâm quite amused as well.âÂ
he lets his hand slide from your shoulder all the way to your hand, clutching it tight as he brings it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. your scent makes his heart skip a beat, and he wonders if he can make it through the next two months without ravaging his sweet maiden.Â
the days pass, slowly, but they pass. your king brings you several gifts and trinkets, filling your new chambers with tokens of his affection and fondness for his mate. the dragons were known for this, and your mate was the brightest and biggest of them all. so never did he go out to fly without returning with a clutch of presents. he was always so proud of himself as he showed them to you, shoving all the perfumes and jewels in your hands with a boastful grin.Â
âi found these for you. wear them.â he grunts, roughly pulling you into his arms for a crushing hug. he was working on it, but he manhandled you on accident a majority of the time, not used to interacting with women. you were getting used to it anyhow, only giggling and nodding your acceptance, cooing at how beautiful all the gifts were. he preens in your praise, eager to earn the deep affection that the bond produces.Â
you couldnât deny that the bond was starting to affect you, as if you needed any help falling for the monster of a man meant to be your husband. he was kind and loving to you, and you couldnât ask for much more. he was feared and revered, if you were dumb enough to cross him or his kingdomâsoon to be your kingdom, then you earned the punishment of his hellfire tenfold. you wouldnât find yourself begging for lives to be spared as you stand in the crowd while watching the king dole out sentences. he was brutal, and scary, vicious and primal in every way. his servants tremored in his wake, and though his people loved his protection, they feared his wrath. you were truly the only exception, and it was mystical for everyone to see the fierceness that abounds for his soon to be wife, his forever mate, his queen. and they could only hope your loving tenderness would tame the wild king.Â
he took meals with you, showed you around his dreary and plain castle, easily agreeing to your every decoration suggestion and insisting you do whatever you wantâthis is your home now too. he even took you on rides in his gorgeous dragon form, letting you see how beautiful the sun setting over the kingdom was, flying you to different nations, journeying close to the seawaters so you could feel the salty wind on your skin. he forced himself to sleep in his own quarters at night, trying and struggling to abide by common decency.Â
when your wedding day finally arrived, the king was more than ready to make you his queen officiallyâand then cart you to bed where decency would be the last thing on his mind. the ceremony is gorgeous, the image of you in your wedding gown was never to be forgotten on him, even though he couldnât wait to rip it off of you. his brain had already geared into the darker side of things by the time you were being shown to your now shared chambers, and he could not resist his mate any longer.Â
you werenât faring much better. however this mating bond usually affected mortal women, it had you ready to climb your king like a tree. as soon as the doors were closed, he was on you, shoving you backwards while hastily tearing at your dress. you assist him in getting it over your head with only minimal rips in the fabric. you canât bring yourself to care as you fall back on the bed with his body covering yours like a blanket. heâs snarling, but heâs not angry, just eager and too impatient to think about all the lessons heâs learned in being gentle. he scoops you up and tosses you up towards headboard, and you swear you can see steam billow off his form as he eyes you down, watching you lay and spread for him.Â
âitâs been hardâŚwaiting for you.â he complains, unfastening his cloak and letting it fall to the floor. the moment is so intense, you can feel the air thicken, smell the need permeating the air. heâs breathing heavily already, tugging at the weaving strings keeping his pants closed. your breath hitches when you see his scales glisten in the moonlight, the outline of his cock pressing against the troublesome burlap material. you pant out and nod, knowing the growth before you was only the first hint of what he had to pleasure his mate with. dragon shifters are larger than mortal men in every way, reflecting their dragon status in several different physical markers along their bodies, scales along their collarbones and spines, long mane-esque hairstyles, and of course their cocks. he steps out of the clothing, his massive leaking dick slapping up against his abs with a loud smack, you moan.Â
his ashy patch of hair and the scarlet scales glistening against his hip bones direct your attention to the monster cock you married. heâs long, thick, curved, lined with veins and a throbbing pink tip leaking his pre-cum in droplets on the bed. it was easily half the size of his thigh, both length and width wise. he fixes himself on the bed, shredding your panties with sharp talons and eyeing your tiny hole. he has all the intentions to stretch you a bit, to get you soaked to accommodate him but when he looks back up at you, youâre drooling.Â
you canât imagine how good thatâs going to feel inside you. all the times you had touched yourself out of curiosity or even genuine horniness would hardly compare to this, to the man itâs attached toâthe way he watches you like a predator tells you there was nothing in this world that would prepare you for what he was about to do to youâwhat you wanted him to do to you. âi knowâŚâ you say after taking a deep breath, reaching for his face. âiâve had to wait just as long.â
you squirm in place, lidded eyes flickering from his endowment to his eyes and then back again. âjust wanna feel my kingâŚi know youâll fill me up so well.â you coo, batting your lashes.Â
heâs not in the right mind to banter with you, the only thoughts crossing his brain at the sight and scent of you was to ravage. he grips your hips tightly, trying to will himself to be stronger and give his new bride the treatment she deserves. he should prepare you like a gentleman, but unfortunately the young king is unable to will himself to be gentle. you seem to read his mind, nodding and spreading your legs a bit further, allowing him to get settled in the space you provide. he wastes no time in lining up with your entrance and bottoming out. he knows itâs sadistic that he enjoys the way your eyes cross at the sensation, the burning and splitting stretch ripping a sob from your throat. you clutch at his arms, the natural slick you produced just from your own anticipation aiding him in the glide. he stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to him so he can also adjust to the feeling of your virgin pussy gripping him like a hand-tailored glove. he canât fight the groan that leaves his lips, mindfully keeping his talons retracted as he rakes his hands over your plush stomach and wide hips, stopping to paw at your thick thighs and fat ass. heâs already rendered speechless, only able to grunt and groan as he starts to move, putting your legs up to his shoulders as to not face any resistance. you cry out at the new angle, absolutely feeling the searing heat of him splitting you apart, but you love it. you move your hips against his, head digging back against the pillow at the newfound pleasure.
itâs so hard for him to go slow, especially as you fuck yourself into him and cry out for more. your body takes him so well, as it was designed to, but he still didnât expect it to feel and look and sound so good. he can see himself in your stomach, the spikes along his base curling into you and hitting every spot so well. you didnât even know it was possible to feel this good, his cockhead drilling into your womb so hard it has the corners of your vision turning white.Â
heâs growling, unable to repress his animalistic side completely. he leans forward, snapping his hips to yours as your wanton moans fill the room. he lets his tongue lave over your neck, making you gasp out at the feeling. âmateâi need to markâbite..â he rumbles in your ear, goosebumps rippling over his body when you whine out and nod.Â
âplease! bite me, got those teeth fâr a reasonââ you plead, your small hand guiding his face to the crook of your neck. your eagerness makes his cock twitch, your enjoyment paramount to him just as much as claiming his mate for the first time. he abides by your wishes, sinking his teeth into your flesh and clamping down, feeling you do the same around his dick. you moan out, clawing at his back with your own kind of talons. he canât stop, driving bruises and bloody spots all along your neck and chest. heâd never go too deep even in his lusty haze, his primal instinct to protect his other half would never allow him to cause permanent harm. he admires his work, âpretty mate, my teeth marks.âÂ
he grunts out, gripping your hips and roughly turning you over, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you into a deep arch. you scream at the new angle, some blood trickling down your neck and pooling between your breasts. heâs entranced by the shape of your body beneath him, how his hands take up your entire waist and the way your ass ripples as he hammers into you. youâre struggling to hold your body up under the force of his thrusts, gripping the covers beneath you for dear life. he reaches around your hip, locating the sweet bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. your hips falter when he presses his touch to your clit, a little sob coming from your lips as you begin to fall apart.Â
âpretty. coat my cock.â he grunts, cock jumping again as you nod and fall forward, your pussy spasming around him like crazy. he feels the rush of you, sending him shuddering towards his end too. âgânna take my heirs.â he groans, slamming your hips back into his as he spills into you for the first time.Â
he pulls out quickly to gather you up in his arms, laying on his back with you protected by the expanse of his chest. youâre incoherent as his seed trickles out of you, and as bewitching as the sight is, he wants you to give him several warrior princes and princesses. so he slides his hands between your legs and chuckles as you jerk when you feel his fingers stuffing his cum back inside. you whine, so sensitive but yearning for all of his touches. he grunts a bit, leaning over to smooth your tousled hair and gently kissing the bruises and shallow wounds he gave you. his kindness touches you, and you relax into his body with a grin, knowing he would hold you to his heartâs content and then have the servants run a bath for the new dragon queen.
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Sleepover with Drunk Nanami
Nanami crashes on your couch after a drunken meeting on a rare night out.
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ ONLY. fem! Reader, Soft Nanami, drunk Nanami, slow burn (sorta? Does nine hours count?), discussions of consent, Gojo is in it also lol.
Word count: 13.9k, Ngl this one kind of got away from me đ¤đŤŁ. Donât have sex with drunk people! let the tension build until that consent is sober and enthusiastic.
This was inspired by the song Get Up by Ciara, and my being very horny. I havenât written fanfic in almost ten years, so hereâs what I have for you. This was so fun to write, I really hope yâall enjoy it. I am so obsessed with this man its actually insane.
Clubs were not his preferred way to âcut looseâ. He hated the claustrophobic proximity, the overpriced drinks, the flagrants displays of affection, most of all the inability to hold a conversation. Resounding bass and artificial light blaring against his skull was sure to culminate in tomorrowâs headache. Nanami couldn't be bothered to entertain the idea of joining his coworkers to dance and drink as they so often invited him. He much preferred to keep his own company, drinking at home, indulging in the occasional (and strictly, personally regulated) cigarette, and reading in the bath. Although the last two weeks he found himself working around the clock. It seemed that as soon as he crossed his own homeâs threshold he was back to work in some capacity or other. He couldn't remember the last time he had been able to turn his brain off completely in between shifts. He hated working, period, let alone working outside of his normal hours, but the work needed to be done, and as the days trudged forward, his work life balance compounded into a singularity designed specifically to siphon any free time he could find.
But that had ended this afternoon, completing a missionâs adjoining paperwork and being released for a three day leave in between assignments. Returning to his small office, he begins to retrieve his coat and pack his bag to depart and return home to finally relax. Already feeling his shoulders unknot themselves, Nanami allowed a blissful sigh to leave his lips. No sooner had he begun to draw in the following breath than had the rapping of angular knuckles against his door frame rung in his ears. Raising his eyes, Kento sees long time (reluctant) friend and daily annoyance, Satoru Gojo, strolling casually inside and plopping across the desk from him.
âSo what time should I pick you up?â Although Kento could not see his eyes behind the famous black blindfold hiding them, the blase demeanor and entitlement dripping from his question was apparent.
Already feeling the vein in his head begin to pulse, Nanami sighed out, âIâm sure I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âCome out with us tonight. Youâre off the ne t few days. Iâm sure even you can recover from one night out in that time. Everyone is goin, Suguru, Shoko, yours trulyâŚeven Ijichi said he would come,â Gojo allows his smile to lure in the other man, âSo you have to come.â
A familiar feeling rose the skin on the back of his neck as Kento heard his familiar train of thought, Absolutely not. Iâm exhausted. I have to decline. Donât wait up for me, but before the reluctance to break his own routine won over, his shoulders softened, âOkay.â
Gojo snapped to attention, his planned seduction now moot in the face of Nanamiâs quick acceptance. He hadn't said yes to going out in two months, and the last time he had joined the group, he left less than an hour in claiming a headache and calling a cab.
âFor real?â Gojo couldn't help himself, he was waiting for this to be a joke.
âYes, 9:00 youâll pick me up. Weâll go out. I could use the break. Thank you for the invitation.â
Gojo was beside himself, feeling his lips stretch from ear to ear, he rose to his feet and began to head to the door. He had to limit the time for Nanami to come to his senses, fearing this may all be some bought of madness from the usually grumpy man.
âSee you then, wear something I like.â
Idiot always had to have the last word. Nanami lowered himself into his desk chair, taken aback by his own enthusiasm, a small smile creeping across his lips. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but he couldn't say he was upset by it, it had been a long time since he had tried to meet his friends like this. He wasn't social by nature, and he was grateful to have people who understood that, allowing him his space but still continuing to include him in their extroverted fun. As much as Gojoâs refusal to allow him peace took its toll, Nanami was pleased to have someone so insistent on pushing his social limits. Although he would never tell him that.
These are the circumstances that lead Nanami to drinking as much as he had, to loosening his tie eventually to the point of hanging on either shoulder, to laying his jacket along the barstool of the hightop table he and his friends occupied. Dancing, actually dancing inside of the group of people gyrating together on the clubâs designated dance floor. Eyes closed, hair sticking to his forehead, Kento felt the weight of fall away and the warm embrace of intoxication take over.
Gojo laughed over his dark sunglasses, nudging Getoâs elbow with his own before tipping his head to their large, very uncharacteristically drunk friend. They watched in shared admiration, laughing to each other, remembering fondly the stiff demeanor their friend had always carried. Since theyâd known him they had seen him get drunk countless times, but drunk enough to dance? Only a handful. Drunk enough to have undone his top three buttons and reveal a growing flush down his neck and shoulders, maybe twice.
âHe really needed this,â Geto praised Gojo lightly, it was him who always insisted on inviting out Nanami once again, despite the likely improbability of it happening.
Gojo smiled warmly before laughing again, this time to himself, he didn't want to reveal how easy it really was. How little he had had to push to get him out, he let the praise wash over him as he admired the usually stuffy manâs catharsis. Shoko returned then from the bar, two shots for herself and one for Ijichi who followed closely behind her, already starting to stumble himself.
Thatâs when Nanami saw you. Finally opening his eyes, pupils adjusting to the dim light, you appeared to him like a vision. And a vision you were, long legs wrapped in a skirt, a top lightly grazing the hemline at your waist, arms full and strong, hair styled specifically showcasing care and effort as well as routine. Engaged in conversation with a friend of yours, both laughing and allowing the atmosphere to relax you, Kento didn't realize his body had stopped dancing as he now stood dumbly in the center of the dancefloor. With soft pushes and thoughtless instinctual movement, he moved to the outskirts of the dancefloor, although still within sight of you. His breath caught in his chest, his hands ran cold, becoming clammy quickly as he watched you share a shot with your friend, head tipping back and revealing the full column of your neck to him. He felt his face flush further than the alcohol could.
Soon enough his back found the table that Shoko currently occupied, digging in her discarded coatâs pocket for her lighter, cigarette hanging loosely between her lips. Cooly placing her hand atop a few rattled glasses knocked around by his collision, she inquired as to Nanamiâs dreamy state, âsomething got your attention?â her laugh broke through his haze just as she followed his eyeline to you.
âSheâs pretty, you know her?â she was finally able to fish her lighter from the correct pocket.
Nanmi shook his head, still not able to tear his gaze away,â do you?â
âNever seen her before.â She observed the dumbstruck look in Nanamiâs eyes weighing whether her input was more prescient than her desire for a smoke break, âYou should try to talk to her. Who knows when weâll get you out again. Make the most of it.â
With that she headed back towards the smokerâs patio, leaving Nanami with her words bouncing between his ears. When was the last time he had flirted with someone? When was the last time he had been on an actual date? When was the last time he had gotten to take someone home? When was the last time he had shared a bed with someone? When was the last time someone else had made him cum, not just himself between disgruntled days and nights working too much with little output? He had a break, he had come out, hadn't he? As he had gotten ready tonight he chastised his own mind for indulging in fantasies of meeting someone, But he didn't think he would find someone so ... .magnetic.
He wasn't even sure how long it had been since Shoko had gone outside, Kento snapped back to himself when he saw you set your drink down- nearly finished- and head into the throng of dancing bodies. His body moves before he can consciously decide how best to approach you; feet escorting him to the dance floor, hips following the beat and loosening the rest of him. His hands moved upward around his shoulders imitating a boxerâs stance, the alcohol clearly influencing his dancing style. Pressing forward he found himself just to your left. It was as though you had your own kinespheric bubble surrounding you, people danced near you but not on you. He felt invited in by this space, as though you had saved it just for him. He watched your body move, circling your hips and allowing your neck to follow the melody freely, your arms raising above your head as your eyes fluttered between completely closed and mostly closed. Your lips were parted beautifully, lip gloss catching the light so beautifully.
Maybe it was just chapstick, or it was lipstick, he had no idea, but just seeing the glint along your bottom lip made his mouth water for your kiss.
Would you use your tongue right away, or would he need to draw it out of you with his? Would you want him to guide you, or did you want to lead him yourself? He found his heart quickening at ever new possibility. When you finally allowed your eyes to open, they found him almost instantly. Locking eyes with you finally, Kento thought his skin was going to burst. Heart quickened, hand clammy, breath quick he searched for any reciprocation in your own eyes.
So when your eyes crinkle, following the line of your smile, so clearly directed right at him and only him, Kento can't resist but bring his hands to the sides of your hips.
The blonde man had been watching you since you got here. You noticed, Sophie noticed. As soon as you left the bar and staked your claim on an open hightop bordering the crowded but lively dance floor, she had jutted her chin toward him on the other side of the floor.
âGot one already.â she said impressed with your efficiency.
You turned to briefly meet his gaze, in just a second his gaze was so intense you could tell his eyes were honey brown and they were trained on you and only you, âoh come on. Iâm sure heâs just checking everyone out.â you dismissed, still feeling the hot eyes on the back of your neck.
âHeâs still looking at you,â Sophie marveled, âstill lookingâŚstillâŚwow I don't think hes even trying to hide it.â
You knew. You could feel it, your heart raced. You had just barely looked at him but you had seen enough to see how attractive he was. A tall, broad frame, well cultivated outfit, neat, well styled hair, confidence and stability oozing from every pore. So clearly unabashedly interested. God, he was your type. Before you knew it most of your drink was drained, the nerves of being observed having made you suddenly parched. The liquid confidence settling in your system motivated you to pull Sophie to dance. You two found an open bubble in the sea of bodies and allowed yourself to release your lingering thoughts of the watcher.
That is, until you open your eyes once more, finding a pair of honey brown eyes begging for yours. It was him. He was less than two feet from you, he had sought you out. You couldn't help yourself, his interest and obvious enthusiasm brought a curl to your lips. Your smile locking him into a stare, you didn't flinch when you felt large, strong hands on your hips. It felt right, looking into his eyes the idea of not feeling him touch you felt preposterous. Your hips still followed the music, his soon joining their routine. His hands, once brazen, now stayed still and solid against your hips, moving with you, but never straying from their position. Emboldened by his sudden demure approach,wanting to reciprocate with just as much interested you turned, facing your back to him and pressing the curve of your ass against his hips, you thought you hear a soft groan exit his mouth. Once you had turned away from him, a bit of tension is relieved. You feel braver not looking him directly in the eye anymore. You grip onto one of his hands and trail it up your body, leaving the other gripping your hip harder and harder. Soon your back was fully against his chest, the music carried your pelvis, joined against his, everything else fell away as you guided his right hand across your body, side, hips, stomach and ass. His body felt so solid against yours, it was so solid against yours. He was an imposing figure, six foot or more, strong and cultivated build demonstrating both his personal strength and his own discipline. How you could have not noticed him here before was beyond you.
Nanami was hypnotized. From the moment you had looked him in the eye, he was hooked. Now that your body was flush against his, ass grinding into the front of his slacks, he couldn't think about anything else. He breathed hot against your ear as your fingers curled around his, sliding his fingers up from your hip to your stomach. It was so intimate, your leading his hand along your body, showing him exactly where you wanted his touch. You had your head cocked to the left, opening the side of your neck to him and moving your hair just under his nose, the smell of your shampoo was thrilling, he longed to run his fingers through your hair, to ruin your styling and pull. He wondered if you would let him brush it for you, wash it for you. He could learn exactly how you liked your routine, learn to style, learn to braid, anything to keep this smell close to him.
Behind his eyelids he wondered about your body, how your breasts would look, how your skin would flush through excitement or exertion, how wet you would get, how you would taste. He wondered, too, about your kiss, again thinking about how much tongue you would use, and if you would want to be in charge or him. A soft moan escaped his lips as he thought of your tongue sliding against his, directly against the shell of your ear. As if cued you spun around again, your leg slotted between his, allowing you both to move as one, grinding unashamed as your arms wrapped around his neck.
âYou can touch me yourself you know,â You could barely hear the music but Nanami knew exactly what you had said, âOr do you just like being told what to do.â
Your flirting sent a shock directly down his body, feeling his cock swell against the inside of his slacks, he slid his hands up the curves and folds of your back, your skin was so soft, he saw your lips part as he touched you. You were so reactive, he couldn't hear the caught breaths of the soft moans over the clubâs speakers, but he watched as your eyes fluttered and your knees pulled tighter around him. One hand traveled down to the side of your leg, brushing down the side of your hip and ass to grip your thigh. The front strands of his hair had loosened and now hung freely in his face, a dark blush settled across his freckled nose and cheeks, one of your hands moved down his shoulder and onto his chest, he wished he had been more reckless and undone a few more buttons for you, he longed to have your fingers on his skin. But for now they held the collar of his shirt in their grasp, he longed for your eyes again, and as if you had read his find they met his own. He prayed you couldn't feel the way the eye contact had made his dick twitch, the blush deepening at the shame of being so crass in his attraction to you. Pulling him somehow even closer, he could feel your breath on his neck, he was panting a bit from the exertion of dance and the intense sexual tension. The song was beginning to end, and the DJ was already beginning to blend it with the introduction of the next song.
Seizing his opportunity, Nanami finally spoke his first words to you, âCan I buy you a drink?â
You nodded, smiling at him, he wanted to make you smile again and again, the warmth of your gazing making the stuffy club feel icy by comparison.
âThank you!â, you moved a hand down his arm to join your hands together. Guiding him over to the bar. Your hand in his felt electric, you both could feel it. His large, work roughened palm against your own. They had fit together so naturally.
As you made your way over to the bar the music became less and less overwhelming, the pressing of bodies became less insistent. You turned your head to find Sophie, chatting to a few friends she had planned to run into, she caught your eye before giving you a knowing look and a thumbs up. You smiled and winked at her before turning back to the man behind you. You caught him at the end of turning his head from what looked to be a group of his own friends. All of whom were looking at the pair of you. One, particularly tall man with dark glasses was giving an encouraging thumbs up mirroring Sophieâs. You caught yourself wondering if your friends would get along, if he would get along with your friends, if you would get along with his. You didn't even know this man's name, you had barely spoken to him, and here you were ready to merge friend groups and make brunch plans. What the hell was going on tonight?
Finally reaching the bar right as two seats opened up, you both sat, giving your exhausted legs much needed refuge. The air between you two suddenly became thick, without the immediacy of movement you found yourself suddenly worried about how to engage him again in the heat you had just had.
âWhat do you like to drink?â, he started right as you offered a question of your own,
âSo whatâs your name..â
You both laughed for a second, the acknowledgement of shared nerves taking a little pressure off. His smile was reserved, seemingly unpracticed. But his eyes betrayed his warmth, you could see.
âKento Nanami,â He answered your question first, fighting the urge to hold out his hand for a chaste and professional handshake. He lifted his eyebrows to signify it being your turn to answer, you told him your name, and his smile returned again, âThat's a beautiful name.â he repeated it back to you, ensuring his pronunciation was correct, when in actuality he could have rolled your name in his mouth a thousand times and never tired of the taste.
âIâd love a gin and tonic,â You offered, answering his question, âOr whatever youâre drinking.â
Drinking, he was drinking. Suddenly he was aware of how much he had been drinking. Skin hot and red, probably sweating all over you, stinking of booze. He felt the embarrassment move throughout his body as he replayed his invitation to buy you a drink. Were you just being nice to him? Wanting to find a polite way to get away from him and return to your friend? He had been so casual, so unhindered.
God, he was an idiot
âSorry to take you away from your friends, I understand if you want to go back.âHe wanted to offer you an out, feeling himself try to straighten up and will the drunkenness out of him before he embarrassed you or himself further. But to his surprise, you cocked your head to the side, eyes narrowing to assess his change in demeanor. You could see right through him.
âDonât get shy on me now, the nights just starting,â you offered a new, slyer smile, âisnât it?â
He nodded slowly, the bartender finally rounded the bar top to take your orders. Nanami ordered your drink as well as one of his own, you added on the desire for some ice water. Once the drinks were down set, you offered him a little cheers, tapping your glass against his before sipping. The drink was cool and refreshing, the perfect remedy for the heat rising in your neck and face.
He was so handsome, from his carved cheekbones speckled with freckles, you wondered if they were anywhere further down his collar. His bottom lip was full and plump, parted slightly as he tasted his drink, with his face profile to yours you could see a small pink circle on the side of his nose.
âDo you wear glasses?â, you asked.
Nanamiâs brows twitched slightly together, âI do.â
âYou have those little impressions on your nose. From the bridge of your glasses.â You answer, without him having asked how you could tell, âI bet you look handsome with your glasses on.â
Nanami cursed himself for leaving his glasses in his coat pocket across the bar. Heâll never make that mistake again. Bringing the chilled glass to his lips, attempting to cover his smile. He feels so seen by you, the way your eyes move over every inch of him, he doesnât know if heâs ever been observed so closely. Itâs exhilarating, itâs terrifying. Youâre terrifying. Youâre exhilarating. Youâre still looking at him. Youâre looking at him expectantly. You asked him another question and he missed it. He scrambles through the last few seconds searching for what you may have said to him, and how he possibly could have missed it.
âIâm sorry, what did you say?â
âI asked if those were your friends over there.â You pointed over his shoulder.
Nanami turned quickly, oh god too quickly, his head spinning a bit as his equilibrium struggled to catch up. Gojo was waving at him, gesturing broadly in unintelligible charades. Nanami felt his frustration flare up at both having been distracted from you and also having to once again decipher another one of Satoruâs riddles. At the meeting of their eye line, Gojo began to move over to where the pair of you were seated, Geto and Shoko sharing the weight of a stumbling Ijichi. The head vein began pulsing again, he ought to name it after Gojo the way he sets it off. Panic set throughout his body, he didnât want you to meet his friendsâ or maybe he didnât want them to meet you. Not yet. He didnât want to risk ruining what hadnât yet really started. Suddenly feeling very territorial of you, he turned back, once again sending his head swimming.
âYes. Those are my coworkers. Iâm notââ
âNanamiiiiin. We gotta take Ijichi home, heâs already thrown up twice. Itâs gross.â Gojo was already halfway through his sentence before reaching the bar.
You assessed the new crowd of faces. Odd faces, all so well built and specific. Between the tall man in the darkest sunglasses you had ever seen in an already dark bar, the lithe woman with purple eyeshadow and the most perfect beauty mark, and the embodiment of tall dark and handsomeâ you wondered what exactly Nanami did for a living. Was there some kind of work force that employed only the hottest people you had ever seen. It took you a second to notice the younger, far drunker man with his arm slung around the black haired man with the gauges. The white haired man was still talking to Nanami, maybe arguing, but they spoke too softly for you to hear specifics. Both were cut off
âSo do you want a ride home or are you good here?â Gauges asked eyes moving between you and Nanami coolly, before readjusting his hold of the nearly asleep fourth man.
The woman tapped on her phone, seemingly uninvested in what was happening, now barely holding onto their friend.
The white haired man cut in before Nanami could answer, âyou hit those drinks pretty hard, Nanami. We donât want you getting taken advantage of.â His face turned toward you and although you couldnât see his eyes, you felt them.
Wow, like really felt them, he was sizing you up, it was clear. It was confusing, his inflection was teasing-almost joking, but his energy was severe.
Nanami was seething, mortified by the intrusion and Gojoâs crass assertion, âI can get myself home.â
It would have sounded more convincing if the slurring of his voice hadnât married the words myself and home into a mess. You noticed, realizing for the first time that you were much more sober than him. His friends noticed too.
Nanami cleared his throat before speaking again, âIâm a grown man, I donât need you to babysit me, Gojo. Iâm enjoying my evening. Please take Ijichi home.â
Gojo didnât seem convinced, turning his face back to you and finally sliding the sunglasses down his nose to reveal the bluest pair of eyes you had ever seen. They nearly glowed in the dim club. This gesture caused the others of the group to stiffen up. The woman finally putting her phone down, Gauges eyeing him carefully, even Nanami drew in a tense breath.
âWe quite like our friend Nanami, we wouldnât want him getting hurt.â He spoke directly to you, between his height and your seated position he leaned over you slightly, âare you someone we can trust our friend with?â
Nanami was about to cut in but before he could you met those azure eyes with yours, âI quite like your friend too.,â you copied his inflection, â I understand why youâd be wary of some stranger taking him home. Since you have your hands full, Iâll watch him for the night. If he decides he needs a ride home, why donât I call you directly?â
Nanami felt his jaw drop, looking between you and Gojo carefully. He caught Getoâs eye, seeing him smile lightly. No one talked to Gojo like this. Shoko chuckled softly, impressed with your lack of fear in the face of their âstrongestâ friend. There was no way for you to know the risk you were taking, but it was thrilling nonetheless.
âThat is, if he would like to join me back to mine?â You continued, looking away from Gojo and back to Nanami.
âIâd like that very much.â Nanami answered quickly, in any other situation he would be embarrassed at how eager he sounded, especially in front of his friends. But you wanted to take him home, you wanted to keep talking to him, he could see where you lived, maybe you would let him kiss you, or touch you again.
âGive me your phone.â
The request snapped Nanami from his fantasy. Gojo held his hand out expectantly. To his surprise you handed over your cell phone. Gojo typed quickly, âThis is my phone number and where Nanami lives. If I donât answer, stick him in a cab to this address. Okay?â
âOkay. Itâs nice to meet you, Gojo.â You attempted to ease the tension created, âI promise youâve left him in good hands and Iâll return him to you in one piece.â You smiled warmly at him, cutting through the attempts at intimidation, even offering a small wink to Nanami over his friendâs shoulder.
You didnât back down, you understood why anyone would be concerned about leaving their drunk friend with a stranger. It was a testament to how much he cared, he seemed completely sober himself. Playing DD, you assumed, was not a role he took lightly. You respected his protectiveness, you had done nearly the same on many occasions. If this is what Nanamiâs friends were like, you would definitely fit in. You glanced down at where Gojo had written in the notes app of your phone. A string of numbersâ his cell, and an address, Nanamiâs, and below that another line, just for you.
Be nice to him, heâs more sensitive than he looks :)
Yeah, you would get along with this one. You smiled up at him and Nanami both before the dark haired man slung the full weight of the now completely passed out bespectacled man on his back in an attempt at a piggy back, and smiled to you warmly,
âWeâll see you tomorrow, Kento. Have a nice night.â Before turning and leading the group toward the exit. Gojo handed off Nanamiâs jacket before pushing his glasses up his nose and turning around to follow.
With no more company, the two of you were once again alone. Nanami struggled to collect his thoughts before you soothed him, âYour friends are nice. They seem to really care about you. How long have you all worked together?â
âWe all went to high school together.â
âAnd youâre still friends? That impressive, I barely keep up with friends from that long ago.â
âWeâre, sort of, stuck with each other.â Nanami started, caught in the trap of having to figure out some way to explain his job without, actually, explaining his job. Thankfully, you cut that conversational thread and moved forward.
âI hope I wasn't too forward. You don't have to come back to mine. I felt like we were just getting to talking and I didnât want to cut it short yet. But please donât feel obligated.â You wanted to assure him that he could proceed however he wanted to. Despite how hopelessly attracted to this man you were, you recognized your responsibility as the more sober party to remain respectful.
âNo I want to!â He blurted, not thinking about his volume, quickly standing.
You laughed, âI didnât mean now! If you want to stay and have another drink, or dance more, that's good too.â
His resolve was starting to crack, it had been nearly an hour since he first saw you enter the club. He wanted desperately to be alone with you, suddenly the club was too hot and too crowded and too loud. Everything was overwhelming, and the only thing he wanted to overwhelm him was you.
Still standing he stepped in toward you a sudden surge of confidence lowering his voice and causing his head to dip down to meet you at eye level, âI would, very much like to join you back at your place.â
His voice was dripping with want, the eroticism behind his words lidding his eyes and sending chills down the side of your neck. You let out a small shaky breath before standing up, chest nearly colliding with his, sending him back up to his full height.
âLet me tell my friend Iâm leaving. Stay here.â
You nearly ran to find Sophie and your mutual friends at a table of their own. Leaving Nanami to settle his tab and wait patiently at the bar for your return. Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear the music. When you finally found her, you pulled her close to speak directly into her ear.
âIâm taking blondie back to mine. You all good here?â
She gave you a taunting oooh before smiling, âyou really do work fast. Next time lets see if you can last two full hours before taking someone home.â
You rolled your eyes before giving her a tight hug and grabbing your jacket, âlove you, text me when you get home.â
Waving to your other friends you turned on your heels and saw Nanami still standing at the bar patiently at the bar patiently. He hadn't pulled out his phone to pass the time, he simply waited, just as you had told him. God, if he could follow benign instructions like this so well, you can only imagine how well he would do with something more salacious. You had to relax, you knew nothing would happen tonight. He would come over and crash, and that was enough for now.
Nanami counted to six in his head over and over, trying to measure his breaths as though if he increased his oxygen intake he wouldn't be drunk anymore. The sides of his vision were fuzzy and dreamlike, ears hot, tongue a bit dry, all his physical indicators of intoxication were present. He paid his tab, the only things on it were your and his brief shared drink. Realizing that since Gojo( maybe Geto?) had purchased the earlier rounds, he actually had no way of knowing how much he had had tonight. What had he gotten himself into? His attempts to sober up proved inefficient because just as quickly as you had left, you were standing in front of him once more wearing your jacket and sliding your purse over your shoulder. You still looked so beautiful,
âReady?â
He nodded, âReady.â
And now he sat in the back of a cab, behind the driver, you on the other side. Had he remembered to open the door for you? Had you two waited outside for the cab to pull up long? A window had been cracked allowing fresh, night air to brush past his face. Your thumb ran over the back of his hand. You were holding his hand. He looked down to confirm that your fingers were interlocked with his resting on the middle seat between the two of you. They looked good like that, his long fingers laced with yours. How long had you been holding hands? Eyes wandering he saw the skin of your thigh where your skirt had ridden up, he wanted to feel your leg against his, the space between you in the backseat suddenly feeling cavernous.
âYouâre so far away.â he mutters, not really intending to say so out loud.
Without saying anything you giggled and scooted closer to him, moving your joined hands into your lap and your leg right against his. You tipped your head up to look at him, he wanted desperately to kiss you. Just as he began to lean into your lips you stopped him with your fingers.
âNot yet.â was all you offered him as conciliation.
He nodded, lips still restrained by your fingertips. The faint smell of the lime you had squeezed into your drink still lingering. Even just having his lips on your fingertips sent his body into a frenzy. But he was a patient man. Drunk or not, he knew how to wait for what he wanted. Still, he allowed himself to indulge a little, he kissed your finger tips before pulling back with a sigh, nodding silently.
The rest of the drive was quick, or at least it felt quick. You lived in an apartment building and when the cab pulled up outside, you handed over a few bills before sliding out of the door closest to you. Nanami began to move toward his before it opened suddenly. You had opened his door for him and were now offering your hand to help him out. He stared up at you entranced, he felt romanced by you. It dawned on him that he had truly let himself be âpicked upâ. Taking your hand he exited the car and tried to think if he had ever had this happen before. Women approached him sure, men too, but whenever he allowed himself to spend the night with someone they had always come back to his place. It allowed him a sense of control, and thus comfort in a vulnerable situation. Vulnerability did not come naturally to him, not now anyway. He wasn't prudish or uncomfortable with casual sex, but he liked to remain the organizer of them. Much like everything in his life he liked it to remain under his control. But tonight, you had steered him right to your door and he was so willing, it dawned on him only once that maybe he could have gotten himself in a dangerous situation. He barely knew anything about you, he knew your name, and now where you lived, but the rest of you was a mystery to him. And yet here he was, following you down the hallway to your apartment door truly not caring what could be on the other side as long as it meant more time with you.
You hesitated at the front door, holding your keys in one hand, aimed at the lock.
âI want you to know Iâll call your friend whenever you like. If you decide you want to leave, you just say so and It won't be a problem. You won't hurt my feelings and it doesnât have to be awkward.â It felt redundant at his point, but you couldn't shake the discomfort of having taken him home in this state. He had nodded off briefly in the cab, holding your hand tightly, before coming too and staring at you with wide eyes. You nearly backed off then and redirected the driver to the address his friend-- neigh, Bodyguard-- had written down. But then he had wanted you to come closer, and tried to kiss you. You knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but still he sought you out.
Gnawing the inside of your lip you looked up at him nervously, waiting for his response. Nanami looked down at you, his already drooping eyes still warm toward you, âI really like you. I think youâre beautiful. I bet you're a great decorator, can I please see what youâve done to your apartment?â
His response made you laugh again. He Hadn't really answered you, but it was clear what he wanted. You weren't sure if he was intending to be funny, but nonetheless, the anxiety you had just felt slipped away once again and you turned the lock, leading him inside. You liked your apartment, it wasn't the nicest place available. But it was a two bedroom you could afford by yourself, with a good sized kitchen and small personal patio. Frankly, you were lucky to have even found it. You were a good decorator, and you were proud of the job you had done with the interior. A large, well managed and organized bookshelf along one wall with a recliner and side table, art along the walls you had collected since first moving away from home. A medium sized brown couch that was perfect for movie nights with Sophie or an afternoon nap. You had made a home here, and you were thankful for the chance to show it off.
âWowâŚâ Nanamiâs voice sounded nice inside of your home.
âYou like it?â you began to shed your jacket, hanging it on a tree rack by the door and clicking on a few lights. You offered to take his coat.
âItâs beautiful, so warm.â Nanami began to slip his jacket down his shoulder, suddenly realizing he didn't actually remember putting it on, âyou did all of this yourself?â
You barely heard his question, distracted by the way his shirt stretched over the muscles of his back, âUh.. yeah. I moved in about three years ago. So it's been a process but Iâm pretty proud of how it turned out.â
You turned to hang his coat next to yours, even they looked cute together. He removed his shoes carefully, still stumbling a bit before he took a few steps into your apartmentâs main room.
âWhy donât you take a seat.â you gestured to the couch
He sat gracelessly, cushion sinking more under him than he expected. His couch at home was pretty stiff, yours was soft and pliant under his weight. He steadied himself again, feeling embarrassed suddenly.
âI dont usually drink like this, I drink.. Just not soâŚ.like this?â He attempted to save some face in the wake of his stumble.
You stood by the edge of the couch before moving into the kitchen area.
âAre you hungry? I could make us something before bed.â You offered, more needing an escape from the building sexual tension than feeling any actual hunger.
âOh I couldnât put you out like thatâŚâ He started, feeling his limbs get heavy with comfort as the softness of your couch lulled him to lay down. It wouldn't hurt to just lay down a little, right?
âIt's no trouble, really! We may feel better in the morning if we eat something now.â you called from behind him. Your voice seemed further away somehow as he pressed his cheek against the soft suede beneath him.
The couch smelled so good, like incense and home cooked food. He wondered if you had a pet he hadn't yet seen, or if you wanted one. Were you a dog person? Or did you prefer cats? Maybe you were one of those people into reptiles, he could learn to love one if you wanted him to. In this state he would do anything you asked him. Which was precisely why he wasn't getting the one thing he wanted from you, he buried his frustrated expression further into the couch. A small groan exiting his lips. Your hand brushed the back of his neck, rousing him back to attention.
âKento, honey? You still with me?â your voice was so sweet saying his name, he wanted to hear it again. Once he looked up at you he saw you had a glass of water in your hand offering it to him, âAre you good to sleep in these clothes or should I look for something for you to wear?â
He was still in his dress clothes, not his work dress clothes, but not exactly lounge wear. His button up was stiff and pants had been well tailored, hell, he was still wearing his belt, âthank you.â he accepted the water, and by proxy your offer.
He was left alone in your living room. Slurping down the cool water he tried once against to regain his composure. Had he fallen asleep again just now? You seemed to have abandoned the idea of eating so he must have drifted off. This job really had run him ragged.
âThey still may not be the right size, but theyâll work for the night I think.â You returned from the side room, presumably your bedroom, with a pair of black sweatpants, âThey used to be my brotherâs, but they've got some paint stains from when I redid the bathroom. Sorry I don't really have anything else.â
He accepted them graciously, setting the water down on a coaster before standing, âThank you, this is all very nice of you. Letting me stay the night like this, I'm really not usually like thisâŚâhe started to repeat himself.
âIt's really no trouble, it's been a long time since I let a man as handsome as you sleep on my couch.â
The couch. So he wouldn't be joining you in bed tonight. Part of him had hoped that even though he wouldn't be sleeping with you tonight, he could at least sleep in your bed, âThe couch, huh?â His half awake state allowed the thought to slip out half formed.
âMhm, the couch. You two seem to have really hit it off. I'm certain the drool puddle wasn't there when I left.â You pointed to a small wet spot on the cushion where his face had been.
Once again the embarrassment of his current state shot through his body like electricity, so he had fallen asleep again. He hung his head cringing at himself, âOh jesusâŚI cant believe this.. Iâm--â
You cut him off, âYou really don't need to be sorry. I like having you here. And tomorrow morning maybe we can have coffee and talk some more. I hope you don't think I was just inviting you over to fuck you.â
His breath caught, âNo, I- well.. I thought you--â
âI, of course, want to fuck you. And I don't really see any point in hiding it anymore now that youâre here. But itâs just not going to happen tonight. And I don't think I'll get a wink of sleep next to you when all I can think about is that. Does that make sense?âYou were tired, you didn't want to be coy and demure anymore. You wanted to be frank and upfront about how you felt and what you wanted. Nanami nodded understandingly, although still a little surprised at your confession. You continued, âSo, youâll sleep here. Iâll sleep in my bed. I usually wake up at 8, the door to my bedroom is unlocked. If you need anything during the night, please don't hesitate to wake me up. The bathroom is the door behind you, you can change in there.â
Nanami was awestruck by your instructional tone, it sent his mind in a thousand directions; thinking of you telling him house work that needed to be done on the weekend, to you telling him exactly how to please you. He wanted you so badly, pants growing tighter, breath getting heavier. You stepped forward, nearly right up against his chest.
âI hope you're not too disappointed that I won't take advantage of you tonight.â Your voice soft.
âI respect your self control.â His eyes were locked on your lips, so plump and soft looking.
âIâm going to bed,âYou leaned in closer, so close he could smell your perfume again, still as hypnotic as it was in the club, âGoodnight, Kento.â
You pressed your lips against his cheek. His body shuddered as your lips lingered there before you pulled away back on flat feet. Trying desperately to regulate his racing heart, Nanmi looked at you desperately.
âGoodnight.â
You turned back to the side room hitting a wall switch to extinguish the kitchen light before closing your bedroom door and leaving him in your dimly lit living room. He could still feel your lips burning on his cheek, he stood for a few seconds not wanting any other sensations that could potentially dull this one. Finally, he shed his pants, folding them haphazardly and setting them on your recliner. He sweatpants you had given him fit okay, the drawstring was broken so they hung pretty loose around his hips, showing just the elastic of his briefs. He undid the rest of his shirt buttons and folded it to stack atop his pants. He hoped you wouldn't mind, but he never slept with a shirt on. Honestly, he didn't usually sleep with pants on either, he already ran hot but sleeping was an entirely different story. Sleeping fully clothed almost always culminated in him waking up in a pool of sweat as though he had just broken a fever. Laying on his back on the couch he pulled a throw blanket over him, mind racing with thoughts of tomorrow.
In your room you stared up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You had returned to your room like every night, put on an old t shirt and shorts as you always did, washed your face and brushed your hair as though it was any old night, turned on your white noise and gotten into bed as if there wasn't the most attractive and charming man you had ever met settling in to sleep on your couch at this very moment. The nights events played and replayed in your mind on a loop, the intensity of his gaze across the floor, the way he had materialized right in front of you, the feeling of his body pressed up behind yours, his hands on your back back, his hand in yours, him asking to kiss you in the cab, him snoring softly on your couch, the way he had looked at you as he said goodnight. You had never felt so pulled toward another person before. It was far from a perfect night, on a perfect night youâd be fucking each other blind until the sun came up at this very moment. On a perfect night you wouldn't have even been in that club, you would already be his, spending romantic evenings reading and cooking. You wondered if he liked to read, what his favorite meals were, if he wanted pets, if he would want to move in here or if heâd ask you to move in with him. You recognized the street name of his address, he lived in a far nicer part of the city than you did. You wondered what his place looked like, if he had decorated it personally or if he had help. God, you haven't even asked if he had a girlfriend. You checked for a ring while you were dancing, but you got so caught up that the idea of a girlfriend hadnât even crossed your mind. You rolled onto your side trying to relieve some anxiety, he didn't have a girlfriend. You met his friends, they were intense, sure. And sure, one of them had lightly threatened you, but it didn't seem like the threat was rooted in a fear of infidelity. It seemed like the threat came purely from a safety standpoint.
Were you being irresponsible? Was it smart of you to have brought him here so easily? You rarely brought hook ups here, almost always opting to follow them home and politely excuse yourself in the morning. You found yourself bending so many of your usual rules for him, giving your information to his friends, leaving the club so quickly, bringing him to your apartment. Nanami was so big and looked so strong, it probably wouldn't take a lot for him to overpower you. You had practically offered yourself to him on a silver plate. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to be afraid of him. You couldn't say that you knew him well enough to know he was safe, but you justâŚtrusted him. And you felt that he trusted you too.
Your lips still tingled from kissing him. It was just a goodnight kiss, a simple gesture intended to convey continued interest but the end of the conversation around sex. You could call it chaste, even. And yet here you were, lips feeling electrified from a mere two second kiss on the cheek. Whatever product he uses in his hair smelled incredible, like honey or tobacco or sandalwood. Something organic and masculine. The soft sound of surprise he had let out when you touched the back of his sleeping neck resounded in your ears. His voice was so pretty, your mind attempted to conjure what he could sound like when he climaxed. If he would let out a low, husky groan, or if he would whine and beg you for more. You felt your pussy dampen at what your imagination offered you. Thoughts of him were consuming you, seconds moving by glacially as you begged for sleep to take over and bring the beautiful, sober light of day through your bedroom window. When it finally did your dreams were abstract but they were blue and honey and blonde.
Nanami could already feel his head pulsing before he opened his eyes. Oh God. When he finally did manage to pry his eyes open, he found himself not looking at his bedroom wall. He wasn't in his bedroom at all. He wasn't in his bed. Where the fuck was he? He sat up slowly, head pounding and back aching. He took in his new surroundings: he was on a couch, there were his clothes folded on the chair, he remembered taking them off, he looked to the coffee table and saw a glass of water mostly untouched with two small painkillers next to it. It must have been left there by you. YOU! This was your apartment, he had slept on your couch in your apartment! Memories of the previous night came screaming back against his aching head. The club, the shots, meeting you, dancing, you taking him home, you taking care of him-- oh god he was so drunk. Had he really fallen asleep twice? He was mortified. He didn't know if he could face seeing you. He remembered Gojoâs threats and his cheeks burned both in embarrassment and rage, where does he get off acting like some kind of guardian over him. Then again, if he was that drunk then maybe he needed itâŚmaybe just not that one. He stood up on shaky, sore legs, even these pants weren't his. He needed to leave before he embarrassed you or himself any further. This was a mistake, he can't believe he let himself get so carried away, you must have thought he was some drunken fool who cant take care of himself. Maybe he was a drunken fool who couldnt take care of himself.
He unfolded his pants and wracked his brain for whether you had told him which door was your bathroom so he could change back into his own clothes. Just as he was trying to remember which door you had said led to the bathroom, you emerged from the side room yawning.
âGood morning!â You stretched a bit as you walked into the kitchen, âI hope you weren't planning on running off before I got out here. I set the coffee to make enough for two and if you don't drink part of it, I'll be buzzing for the rest of the day.â
The lilt of your laugh brought it all back. He knew exactly how he let himself get carried away. You were magnificent, even more beautiful in the morning light, hair undone, legs exposed under your sleep shorts, what appeared to be a well loved sweatshirt hanging off your shoulders. You took his breath away, he couldn't believe you were actually real. Not some dream his drunken state had conjured to torment him.
You were so grateful to have your back turned on him, it was stupid of you to assume he would have slept in that button up, and you hadn't given him a shirt to wear, despite having an extensive collection of oversized t-shirts that would certainly have covered him. But seeing him shirtless in your living room just for the duration of your walk from bedroom to coffee maker was enough to nearly make you falter right then and there. He was so, fucking, built. How does one even get a body like that, did he live at the gym? He hadn't really explained what it was he did for work, was he a trainer? You weren't really a big gym person, but you could be convinced to start going if it meant watching him huff and puff and sweat.
âGood morning. I don't know where to beginâŚâ, His voice was the same as the previous night, low and smooth, but this morning it was more reserved, more even and controlled, âI canât thank you enough for helping me out last night. I really can't believe my own behavior. Iâm truly sorry.â
You turned to face him, you were expecting some kind of hangover induced remorse, but he sounded genuinely apologetic, as though he had imposed himself upon you rather than having been invited as a guest.
He continued, âI know it doesn't mean much, but I donât go out very often. I had had a rough few weeks at work and my friends wanted to help me loosen up a bit. Apparently I did a little too good of a job with that part. I'm so sorry to have put you out, I hope your night wasnât ruined by having to take care of me. I'm grateful to you, I'm just soâŚâ
âHow do you take it?â you cut him off before allowing him to apologize to you once again, turning back around to the two cups of coffee you had poured.
âExcuse me?â
âYour coffee,â you opened the fridge to see if you even had any milk to offer him.
âI--â
âI have sugar, or honey if you prefer, and then I don't have any cream but i do have oat milk. I usually take mine with one sugar. How do you take yours?â
Nanami was beside himself, mid flagellation, completely shut down and now once again having to ask something of you, âOne sugar is perfect.â
You dropped about a teaspoon of sugar into each mug, giving them both a quick stir before setting the spoon in the sink and walking over to the couch to meet him. Getting close you saw that his freckles did extend down onto his shoulders. Small scatterings of cinnamon dusted on fair, even skin. You handed him one mug, your favorite mug actually, it was dark blue and hand thrown. You had bought it at an art fair when you first moved to town, youâd tell him that story eventually.
âI donât want you to apologize to me. Iâm glad I met you last night. And Iâm glad you stayed over. And I'm especially glad you're still here now.â You took a seat on your usual spot on the couch, to the right of him. He was still standing, body facing the kitchen but face watching you intently, now holding his mug but not drinking. You patted the spot next to you on the couch. He sat down, silence fell between the two of you as you sipped your coffee again. He followed suit, the steaming drink already starting to soothe his hangover. He couldn't help the soft moan the escaped him, drinking down the relief of caffeine.
âTaste okay?â you checked in.
âIts perfect. Thank you.â he felt himself loosen up, his brain choosing to be kinder and remind himself of the parts of last night that had gone well. Making you laugh, making you smile, dancing with you, the smell of your hair, your lips on his cheek. You were sat facing him, back against the arm of the couch, legs curled in front of you, he sat up right with his feet planted on the ground, allowing his poster to relax a bit and lean against the back of your couch.
You took his relaxation as an opportunity to take him in. So this was what he was like in the morning: shyer, a bit stiffer, still so fucking handsome. His brown eyes were still a bit droopy with sleep (and likely a bit of light sensitivity), a light impression of the hem of your couch cushion had imprinted itself on his cheek, his hairstyle had fallen and his blonde strands now hung loosely in front of his face. And he still hasn't put a shirt on. His torso was like something in a museum. Strong, broad shoulders sat atop full, muscle built pectorals. The hair there was light and looked soft, it became darker and coarser leading down his toned stomach. You longed to run your tongue over every inch of him, but chose instead to sip your coffee and gawk somewhat openly. Finally the silence became too much and you spoke up again,
âWhen do I need to have you back to your bodyguard?â you teased sliding your knee to bump against his.
âMy-- oh, Gojo, donât worry about him. Heâs likely forgotten all about it.â Nanami tried to cover up the hopefulness in his voice. âDo you have anywhere you need to be today?â
It was a Friday, it was plausible you would have to go into a job today, but he didn't know what you did for work so it was equally plausible that you, like him, were off. To his delight you shook your head, smiling coyly over the rim of your coffee cup, leaning back against the throw pillows he had arranged to rest his head last night. Feeling more confident now that he had shaken off the initial mortification, Nanami scooted closer to you on the couch, setting his mug down on your coffee table. He moved one hand to gently take your mug and place it on the coffee table beside his. He then put his hands at the top of your knees and pulled you closer to him, so you were nearly sitting in his lap.
âSo I have a question.â He kept his hands on your legs as he spoke.
âMm?â you were too stunned to form any actual words.
âLast night, you said something to me. Something about wanting to wait until this morning to fuck me,â he shocked himself at his boldness, âhow do you feel about that now?â
Your eyes were wide, pupils nearly all encompassing as his hands touched your skin, this was the most you had touched since the dance floor. His fingertips felt like they were burning you, but the way a hot bath burns your skin just before it becomes relaxing.
This was it, you met his eyes, flicking down briefly to his lips, then back up,âI am still, very interested. What about you.â
Nanami moved one hand over your shoulder, to the back of your neck, leaning in so close you could feel his breath on your lips and he spoke, âI can't believe you made me wait all night.â
He pushed his lips to yours, finally feeling the kiss you both had waited so desperately for. His lips were so soft, the coffee you prepared lingering on both of you. His hand on your neck rose to tangle in your hair and yours reached out to find his neck, his shoulder, his hair-- fucking ANYTHING. He leaned over you slightly, catching a momentary moan and sliding his tongue between your lips, he found himself moaning, feeling your tongue slide against his. Your hands were on his back now, feeling the muscles flex and retract at every turn of his head or readjustment of his hands. The hand not on your head how found your waist, sliding up and down your form savoring every roll and bump and divot his fingers could find. Finally, fucking finally he could touch you, his lips slotted against yours over and over, allowing your tongues adjust and readjust, it was messy and desperate and so passionate, Nanami kissed you like he would never kiss you or anyone else every again. Like a man who knew he could die tomorrow and never again know the warmth of a kiss this intense. You pulled away briefly for air and before his hungry lips could pull you back down you started to remove your top. He met your hands half way and finished the motion for you, you hadn't put a bra on since waking up, opting instead for the thick sweatshirt instead. Your chest was now as exposed as his was. As desperate as he was to have your lips on his again, he took a moment to admire you. Your breasts were full, and round enough to fit perfectly in his grip, nipples hardened already in your exhilaration, still so reactive for him. He wondered if you were wet already, and if so- how wet were you. He couldn't wait to find out. He was staring, lost in his thoughts of how best to appreciate everything you were giving him. So much care, so much trust, your beautiful body. He wanted to know how best to show you what it meant to him.
You squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. Since you shed your top he was staring at you. You didn't mind it at first, but it was starting to make you self conscious. You weren't insecure about your body, but the intensity of his gaze, how you could nearly hear his mind racing, made you desperate to know what he thought. Finally he broke his gaze away from your chest, raising up one hand to hold your right breast firmly, he looked deep into your eyes moving to kiss you again, softer and more intimately but still just as passionate as before.
âSo beautifulâŚâ he said in between kisses, âEven better than I imagined. Youâre so beautiful.â
You moaned against his lips as he massaged your chest. He redirected his kisses down the side of your neck, across your collarbone and right to the breast held in his hand. He kissed around the nipple before finally taking it into his mouth. A haughty moan was pulled from you as he sucked hard, eyes flicking up to watch you arch under his mouth. He moved to the otherside, and your hand took refuge in the short hair at the back of his neck. The cropped undercut left little to grip, so your nails dug lightly into his scalp. He moaned around your nipple, eyes rolling back slightly, and hips jutting into the couch involuntarily.
You marvel at his reaction, letting out a small chuckle before moving your nails across his hair again, âYou like that?â
He nods wordlessly, mouth still full of you. He knew he was kissing hard enough to bruise, he didn't care. The taste of your skin, the feeling of your body under his, of your fingers in your hair had him feeling drunker than last night. He couldn't get enough of you, he was truly insatiable. He began to move to return to the first side of your chest when you pulled him back up to your mouth, kissing him hard.
ââNeed you.â you pleaded against him
âNeed you too, so fucking bad.â He agreed, leaning back upright, and bringing you with him.
You pulled off and stood up quickly, your boobs bouncing as you moved, he would have been embarrassed of the sizable tent growing in the borrowed sweatpants, if he had had any remaining brain power to think about anything other than fucking you. But he didnât. He stood up and followed you into your bedroom. You had a queen bed, a small wardrobe, a vanity table that appeared to double as a work desk and maybe moonlighted as a craft station. He couldnât wait to find out what clothes went in what drawers, maybe eventually you would let him keep some of his work clothes here so he could spend the night on weekdays. You turned to face him before reaching the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down once again to kiss you. His hands fell to your exposed waist, the skin so soft and supple, they teased along the topline of your shorts, lingering to be told the next move. Without him having to ask, you nodded against his lips, and his hands dipped underneath the waist band, finding not underwear but only skin. His hands gripped into the meat of your ass, pulling moans from both of you. Your own hands had slipped down his stomach and began to remove the second hand pants from him as well. Finding the tangled up positioning complicated, you both pulled away briefly to remove the last of your clothing before you led him in climbing on the bed. He followed suit, ogling openly at how your body curved and folded and stretched with every motion. You were nearly serpentine the way your hips shifted climbing onto your bed. His cock was so hard between his legs, pre cum dripping onto your comforter as he followed your crawl. As you turned onto your back, he was right behind you, moving himself between your legs to meet your lips once more. A hand started on the back of one of your thighs, causing you to shiver deliciously.
âYou're so sensitive.â He praised, sliding a finger feather light from your ass to the back of your knee.
You mewled unabashedly, proving his point. Finger trailing back down, his hands now gripped both of your thighs, he was on his knees before you, parting your legs further to finally, FINALLY look right at your glistening wet pussy. He nearly fainted at the sight. Lower lips parted to reveal the most beautiful, most delicious looking pussy he had ever seen. He couldn't stop himself, he leaned right down and planted a kiss directly onto it. His eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation, the taste, the smell, the feel of your pussy lips against his mouth, soft pubic hair brushing his nose and he gave a long lick from bottom to top.
âThank you,â he was so grateful to you. For last night, for taking care of him, for being here this morning, for being here at all, he couldn't believe he had found you like this, and he planned to make the most of his chance.
Never in your life had you been thanked by someone eating your pussy. But here was Kento Nanami devouring you like he hadn't eaten in weeks and whimpering gratitudes into your wetness. You hadn't had time to even realize his intentions before he pushed his tongue between your lips, and once he had your brain had short circuited, causing you to assume the initial âthank youâ had been all in your head. It wasn't until it was a mantra he clung to while increasing his ferocity that you realized he really was thanking you. Your hands flew to his hair again, this time pushing back the longer strands in the front that had gathered in his face. You pulled hard when he first sucked your clit into his mouth, the moan he let out sent vibrations up your body and added to the pleasure he was already giving you. Your legs were over his shoulders, your hands in his hair, his mouth was taking you apart one lap at a time, one of his hands found your breasts again, there was so much sensation it was like he knew precisely how to make you unravel before him.
Nanami didn't even realize he was rutting his hips into your mattress, his body desperately seeking friction to his painfully hard cock. He didnt think he had been this hard in years, he couldnt think at-fucking-all. The only thing on his mind was how good you tasted, how pretty you sounded above him, he wanted to hear you say his name, he wanted to make you say his name. He brought his free hand up and slid two of his fingers up and down your folds, getting them thoroughly wet before stopping them just in front of your already clenching hole.
âDo you want these?â his voice is even lower than before, mouth pornographically drenched in you.
You nodded helplessly, just looking at him between your legs threatening to make you cum. He gave a rough squeeze to the breast he held, âNo.â he corrected, âask me.â
You knew what game he wanted to play now, you knew he could tell how much wetter you had just gotten at his darker tone and rougher grip, the tiny showcase of his strength already sending your mind reeling to know how rough he could really get with you. But not right now, now you needed him, any of him, inside of you more than you needed air. So youâll play along.
âPlease, oh fuck please Kento, please put your fingers inside me, i need it. I need it so bad, please.â
More than pleased with your efforts, he slides his fingers into you, they go in so easily, youre so fucking wet. He resumes his meal, already itching to taste you again, now using his fingers to draw even more wetness out of you and onto his tongue. He curls his fingers slightly upward and your moans raise in pitch. Heâs hit it, if he keeps this up youâll cum in no time. You're panting, your moaning, youâre nearly screaming and Kento continues to thrust his long fingers into you, hitting your g spot with inhuman accuracy. You can feel it, youâre nearly there.
âK-Kento iâm..oh fuck i..Iâm cumming of fuck I--â, a half scream-half moan rips through your lungs robbing you of the end of your sentence as he pulls your orgasm out of you. You're shaking, youâre pulling his hair, youâre repeating his name over and over until it's completely garbled in your mouth. He takes everything you give him, holding your hips down firmly so you stay connected to his mouth, not letting up with his fingers until he's satisfied youâre through the totality of your first climax. He continues lazy licks as you come down from your high, slowly easing out his fingers and sucking those clean as well.
From your spot on your back you look down at him still panting and dazed from cumming harder than you thought possible with another person. You and your trusty vibrator had made some good memories, but you never expected someone could make you cum like that on the first try. He knew it too, he could see it on your face as he savored the remnants of your cum on his fingers. You moved your hands to his shoulders, weakly pulling, urging him to come up to you. He followed your lead and moved his body over you. You could finally see how fucking hard he was. And how fucking big he was. Just by looking you had to assume he was seven or eight inches long, and he was thick, thicker towards the head than at the base, two pretty veins wrapped around him, the tip was so pink it was nearly red, sticky with precum and still weeping. It curved upward, wanting to rest against his lower abdomen, and the darker blond hair there that grew at the base of him. He clearly kept it groomed, it not being too long or unkempt, but you were grateful it was there. The monstrous thing would probably only look more intimidating without it.
He could see that you were doing the same mental calculations he had seen in every partner he had ever had, and he tucked away the immature arrogant pride and chose to instead kiss the side of your mouth, along your jaw, and up to the shell of your ear,
âItâll fit, you're already so wet for me, and if it doesn't fit all in one go, that's okay. We can work our way up to it. Trust me.â He kissed your neck soothingly, and that was all you needed. You could already feel yourself dampening again, you wanted so desperately to please him, had just made you cum so hard, you had to at least try to settle the score. Finding his lips once again, you pulled him into another desperate kiss, this time trailing your hand down and wrapping your hand around his cock. Using his already collected precum to coat his shaft, you moved your hand up and down a few times, trying to find the right rhythm before his hand gripped your wrist sternly, forcing you to look him in the eye,
âI nearly came already just from eating your pussy, if you touch me like that Iâll cum right now and I have to be inside of you at least once before then.â he moves your hand away from him and above your head. You keep it there, although direction is ungiven, and he seems pleased by this. He moves to his knees between your legs, Wrapping your legs around his waist, he grips his desperate cock and slides it against your pussy, collecting as much arousal as he can. He doesnât want to hurt you, he knows how big he is, he knows if he bottoms out without enough prep it wonât feel good for you the way it would for him, he wants you to feel good. He wants you to make that sound again. That pretty scream of his name and pure pleasure. You watch him as he becomes laser focused on the point where you'll be connected in mere moments, you feel honored, in a way to see him like this. Heâs being so attentive, so thoughtful and he's making you feel so good. Your hand reaches up and touches the side of his face, and he leans into your palm, nuzzling into it.
âI trust you, Kento. Please, baby, fill me up, I need you so bad, please fuck me.â
He presses a kiss to the heel of your hand, the light breaks in your voice making cock twitch in his own hand, he canât wait any longer, he begins easing himself inside. He tries, he really tries to go as slow as he can, but hes so fucked out and desperate he cant control his movements as well as he usually would. Feeling him push inside of you, youâve never been so full in your life, he stretches you so nicely, a slight burn but the combination of foreplay and your first orgasm soothe any pain or anxiety you may have had. His eyes are closed, his brows are furrowed, lips parted and still wet. He looks so beautiful like this. You think he's finally gotten all the way in as he stops his movements, you couldn't be more wrong, his hands lift your hips up slightly, more aligned with his pelvis and he slides back out an inch, before pushing the rest of his length inside of you. You feel him against your cervix, you feel him along every inch inside of you.
Looking down at you, he finally opens his eyes, you look so beautiful filled with him. Mouth dropped open, a warm flush settling over your chest and neck, one hand gripping his arm tightly, the other buried in the blanket beneath you. He wants to keep you like this forever, he attempts to push even deeper, seeing how far you can really take him. Gasping your back arches away from his grasp, but he pulls you back to him.
âJust like this, take it all. Look at you, such a good girl for me. Taking every inch.â His praise coaxes you to relax again. He's so deep inside of you, it feels amazing, âYou think I can move now, baby?â
You nod desperately. He starts a slow thrust, opening you up little by little. He's hitting every spot inside of you, you don't know how but you can already feel another orgasm building from just the first few thrusts.
âHow do you expect me to fuck you properly, when she wont let me go.â he teases above you, sliding his fingers in a V shape along your innermost fold, right where youâve gripped around him so tightly.
ââMm sorry.â you gasp out barely registering the conversation.
âOh fuck,â he sputters, finally able to pull completely out before diving back in.
Youre finally warmed up enough for him to fuck completely. He pulls on your legs to place over his shoulder as he deepens his thrusts. Your moans are syncing with his, his movements are starting to become jerky again, trying to control himself as much as possible, Kento brings a thumb to circle your clit making you see stars behind your eyelids, when you open your eyes the only thing you can see his him, gripping onto you leg firmly, staring intently at how well youâre taking him, watching himself move in and out of you. He feels you start to grow tighter around him before you can even start to whimper out,
âFuck, fuck, kento I---aughhh.â you came around him with no warning,the feeling of you pussy spasming and tightening around him is nearly enough for him to lose his own. He releases a deep moan.
âWhere can I cum, please baby, fuck where do you want me to cum, iâm so fucking close.â he can feel the sweat dripping down his face, heâs so dangerously close to blowing it inside of you. He wants to so badly, but he needs to hear you want him to.
âInside, please, inside me, i need you to fill me up, please fuck.â
Music to his fucking ears, he carried on with his thrusts as you continue begging him to cum inside of you. Your wicked tongue is so dangerous, anything you asked of him in this moment he would do, as long as it meant he could stay like this forever. His thrusts grow shorter, faster, more frantic, heâs truly rutting against you, so deseperate for release the only word on his lips is a repetition of âfuckâ and your name. It sounds so good coming from him, like he was born to say it. Finally, he lets out a long strangled cry, coming from low in his belly. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as his release covers your inner walls. He thrusts a few more times, emptying himself completely before stilling his movements, still locked inside of you.
Heavy pants fill the room, cutting through the thickened air. Nanami collapses over you, resting his head on your chest, the sound of your heart quickening underneath him cutting a smile into his face. You brush the front of his hair off his head once more, cycling your fingers through the sweat-dampened strands. Contented, satisfied sighs escaped both of you, neither of you spoke, neither of you wanted to, not wanting anything to break up this bliss of this moment.
Morning light dripped through your window curtains, golden rays illuminating his features, the freckles on his cheeks, the soft wrinkles by his eyes, a small scar cut into the arch of one eyebrow. He really was beautiful, you wondered how many people had gotten to see him like this. A man of his stature, his strength, completely unguarded. One of his large hands found yours, bringing it up to his lips, kissing your fingers, so sweet, so intimate. You really could fall in love with him. Finally, he looked up to face you, eyes catching the light and turning gold, he winced lightly, still feeling the sensitivity of his hangover. You flattened your palm in the path of the sunâs beam, offering his tender eyes solace in the shade. The gesture is short lived as he moves up to press his lips against yours again, his still buried cock shifting and igniting your inner nerves once again. Feeling you begin to tremble, Nanami wills himself to pull out and move onto his back next to you, one large arm wrapping around you, desperate to not be parted from you for even a second. You rest your forehead against the side of his neck snuggling up to his side. His smell fills your nose, the lingering cologne that you first smelled on the clubâs crowded floor, mixed with something so uniquely and naturally him. You felt his lips press onto your forehead, arms pulling you tighter to his side.
Kento was the first to break the silence, âwould you want to have dinner with me tonight?â
Your lips curve warmly already imagining how handsome heâll look like in a nice restaurant, candlelight flicking over his face, maybe heâll even wear his glasses.
âIâd love that.â
Authorâs notes:
Okay thank you guys! I hope you enjoyed!I know I did, I know I said it earlie but I havenât written in forever so I would love to hear some feedback! Donât be scared, I know I can take it!
itâs up on Ao3 too.
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Anakin flirting with m reader and ending making out? Pls
Anakin Skywalker x Male reader
Headcanons
You are a non-jedi general during the Clone wars, cuz yall lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship.
This turned out a lot sweeter than i had planned ngl.
You were a general during the clone wars. You werenât anything special, you couldnât use the force, you werenât from some rich or special background, your name didnât carry any weight. The only gift you seemed to have, was your inability to be affected by the force. All in all, you werenât anything to write home about.
Of course, thatâs also what made you so damn useful in your role. No one kept an eye on you, everyone underestimated you, you could get away with so much because to most people in charge, you didnât exist. You not being able to be manipulated by the force, also made you extremely skilled in what you did, without anyone seeming to notice.
Your feat of climbing the military ranks in leaps and bounds only got you mild acknowledgments, and a handful of attempted manipulations from some people in power. But when they realized you didnât bend, but you werenât important enough to get rid of, they left you alone.
At 22 you had reached the rank of senior general in the republic army, placing you above even a good chunk of the jedi you fought against, which was also why you had been placed with the 501st, to apparently teach their general the basics.
Anakin and Obi-Wan had both been unsettled by the fact that they couldnât sense you in the force the first time you met. Every being, even the nonliving, had a presence. But you didnât. it was like you didnât exist.
That took quite some time to get used too, especially to someone as force sensitive as Anakin. But over time you two started getting along, and though it took him some time and a lot of grumbling, Anakin did learn quite a lot from you.
The flirting had been subtle in the beginning, or as subtle as Anakin could be. From getting your help on reports and readings he just âcouldnât understandâ, to getting you to help him stretch after he had spent hours going through his katas.
You werenât oblivious, you couldnât be with the life you lived, so of course you noticed his attempts at flirting. It was endearing in a way. To see someone who was supposed to have no connection to people like that, seem so drawn to you.
It also left you feeling uneasy in a way, as you had never really had much time to relationships or even flirting for that matter, having spent all these years making something of yourself.
Alongside the flirting you two became good friends, and you had even signed yourself up to stay with his platoon, even when your training was done. This was also where you learned he had had a thing with Padme, but they realized they were better as friends a while ago.
When you shared your own lack of experience, it seemed to boost some of Anakinâs confidence, seeing as you both were on new ground. And like with anything else, he took to it with gusto.
The fact that you never turned him down or rejected him, sometimes even laughing and playing along, only made Anakin try even harder. It was cute, to see him trying his best to woo you in a subtle and less noticeable way, seeing as he was still a jedi and it wasnât actually allowed.
The 501st knew though. Of course they knew, and when Ahsoka came around she figured it out very fast, and she most likely took up the role as hype man and background support.
Your flirting became part of your dynamic, it was just something that you two did, which to outsiders was just seen as banter to keep the spirits up.
It also didnât go past flirting for a long time, seeing as you guys were always surrounded by people. And being besides Anakin didnât let you slip into the shadows like you were used too, since he would glow so brightly.
The need for privacy was what had you two slinking off to the side during one of the nights in camp, the platoon having settled down on a planet and waiting for their next orders. Anakin and you had decided to wander off, settling somewhere nearby, but far enough away to get some time alone together.
There might also have been a bottle of alcohol in your coat. It was nowhere near enough to get either of you drunk, especially with the force helping clear it out of Anakinâs system quicker than average folk. But it was enough to loosen up and get comfortable.
Your normal banter of flirting was constant, but as the buzz settled it became something softer and somehow hotter, the feelings growing thick in the air and noticeable enough that even you, who was as force sensitive as a rock if not lesser, could sense it.
Anakin must have made some corny pass at you, that cocky grin on his lips and his hair brushed back and out of his face, letting you truly see his handsome features. Something came over you, later you would blame the force, but it just felt right.
Leaning in and closing the gap between you seemed to have shocked Anakin, his eyes wide before he seemingly melted against you, arms wrapping around your neck and torso and pulling you even closer.
The kiss was far from the most skilled or pleasant, but your shared lack of experience was fully made up for by enthusiasm.
Anakin would pant and grunt as the kiss turned steamier, lips parting and tongues rubbing together, spit gathering at the edges of your mouths and a line of drool running down his chin. His eyes were shut tightly in concentration, his brows furrowed and hands grasping as your coat.
You had no idea how long you two were laying there, kissing like two lovesick fools from some romance novel. Hands were grasping and exploring, but never going further than that. Now wasnât the time to go any wilder than what you were doing, but the possibility of it was enough to make the kiss even better.
When you pulled away, Anakin leaned after you with a soft noise, bottom lip pouting out and red from the insistent kissing, his eyes cracking open to look at you with the softest look you had ever seen from him.
âNot all of us can hold our breath for hoursâ you snarked with a soft chuckle, since you knew he could, thanks to the force. Your jedi grumbled, but tucked his head under your chin, still clutching you close and brushing his lips against your neck.
Neither of you spoke for a while, just holding onto each other. You found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, Anakin almost arching into the touch like an affection starved tooka, a sight that only made you smile more.
âI like you a lotâ he mumbled, glancing up at you through his lashes with that insistent determined, but somehow still soft and warm look in his eyes. Just seeing him like that made you wanna kiss him again, to devour him whole.
âI think I like you tooâ you replied, an upwards tick to your lips as you pulled him close again. Even without the ability to feel the force, you could still feel it flare, like the sun rising in the morning. It would be no surprise if Ahsoka knew exactly what had happened, and the padawan would be confronting you guys about it later.
But right now all that mattered was laying there with Anakin, and maybe stealing a couple more of those deep insistent and longing kisses, since he sounded so pretty when you did. You guys could deal with everything else later.
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pairing. modern!aegon targaryen x fem!reader synopsis. ...but youâre under aegon and heâs not stopping. ( read part one here ) warnings. modern au, best friend's brother!aegon, drummer!aegon, fuckbuddy!aegon, references to alcohol & drug usage, smut ( aegon is giving switch vibes ngl, f oral, fingering, m masturbation, pussy pronouns bc aegon straight up talks to it like it's a sentient being independent of the reader, exhibitionism, hair pulling, sweat kink?, spit as lubrication, cum tasting, one single slap, mentions of sex toys & tribute pictures, dubcon but only bc the reader protests even though she doesn't mean it ) word count. 5.2k hydeâs input. my modus operandi is making a silly smut fic ( that involves aegon or aemond fucking around with their brother's love interest ) and then ( quite some time later ) writing a part 2 that accidentally trips and falls into a whole load of plot that simply must be further explored, and then oh no! a series is born! the horrors! read on ao3.
Aegon Targaryen is no stranger to waking up naked in a strangerâs bed.
Itâs an occurrence thatâs marked his formative years, truly. Drinking hard, partying late. Crashing harder, waking later. Last night's clothes strewn across the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen floors, an arm gone numb with the weight of the head that rests upon it. Hair of black, blonde, brown, red, blue tangled on the pillow next to his own. Heâs never been picky with who he takes to bed. A warm body is a warm body, and Aegon Targaryen is but a creature of cold blood searching for some reprieve.
This, however, is new to him.
Awakening to unfamiliar walls still dressed in last nightâs clothes and laying completely alone. Thereâs a pounding in his head that beats at his skull, harder than his foot kicks a bass drum. The smell of cheap liquor sticks to his skin â vodka, or tequila, or rum; he canât pinpoint which he drank more of. The spot next to him is empty, cold to the touch as a hand stretches across the mattress, searching for some sign of life.
Last night is a blur of nicotine in his lungs, glitter in his hair, and far too many broken drum sticks. He needs to stop snapping them over his knee at the end of every solo. The band had been playing at some new bar, that much he does remember. Then, their set finished, and the drinks began to flow, and more than once he was called into the bathroom for a sniff of snow.
When things canât get worse, they often do.The scream of an alarm clock, somewhere to the left of him and completely out of armâs reach. With a groan and a grimace, Aegonâs rolling over, tangling himself in floral sheets and, there he finds the damn noise-maker, sitting pretty on a nightstand, living in the space between a pile of well-read books and a scented candle burnt down three quarters of the jar it lives in. An ashtray filled with trinkets, and earrings, and necklaces, and a single cigarette butt, sits right next to a phone, a glass of water, and two unlabelled white pills, one simple note attached.Â
Went 4 run. Donât burn down apartment.
Aegon canât even get offended by the comment. He once set Helaenaâs carpet on fire, with nothing but a bottle of nail polish remover, a box of matches, and a whole lot of morbid curiosity. More than once, heâs left a pot on the stove and come back to find flames engulfing it. In a world of pyromaniacs, Aegon is a pyro-misfortunate, too typically present when things go up in flames â literally or figuratively.
Right now, the only fire is in his head, and the safety of water lies within a glass. His fingers scramble along the bedside table, grasping at straws to pick up the two pills. As one presses into the palm of his hand, the other slips off the edge. He tries to catch it as it falls. It has the opposite effect, the pill heâs captured slipping through the crack between his fingers and crashing against the floor, exploding in a powder of white. The other tablet is in no better state.
He could cry. He almost does, as he throws the upper half of his body off the bed, dangling down to scrape up the salvageable remnants of his pain relief.
âEvery time I think you canât get more pathetic, you prove me wrong.â
The voice of Aegonâs salvation.
You appear to him, an angel in the doorway. Upside down, clad in a sports bra, running shorts, and mismatching socks, your skin glistening with its own sweat, backlit by the unforgiving shine of an afternoon sun. And itâs all a hallucination, no doubt, because Aegon has not so much as heard from â never mind seen â you.
Not since that last Sunday youâd spent kneeling on his van floor.
He thought your words were nothing but a bluff. This canât happen again. It was a bluff every other time, a silly thing to comfort the part of your conscience that feels it owes Aemond some kind of unwarranted loyalty, only to then forget about it the next time his text buzzes in, a misspelt nmeed you, or lemmesee you 2moro, or ur pxssy my mouth pls? lighting up the screen. Nearly a month since he watched you slip out his van door, it seems the only way to see you is in a come-down, hungover state of delirium.
But youâre moving towards him, and crouching down to grasp the tablets heâs left to perish, and sitting him up right, leaving his limp body to collapse back against the bed â your bed? A hand racks itself through his disjointed hair, a momentarily soothing touch, until it tightens into a fist and tugs at his roots, angling his head till his blues meet your eyes. A moan slips its way past Aegonâs lips, the delicious burn at his scalp waking his easily aroused mind.
âLook at you,â you practically spit your disgust at him, but the pity in your stare lessens the blows of your anger-laced voice. Your voice, oh how heâs missed it. âThereâs a little more life in those eyes than last night, but, god, you look like shit.â
âHmm, love it when you degrade me, baby,â he says, a shit-eating grin stretching his lips. âGets me so hard.â
You recoil within an instant, hands off him like heâs a flaming ball of fire and youâre a barrel of oil, impending doom awaiting when both casualties collide. Aegon chases after you, however, and so you donât make it far, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you down into the sheets with him.
Twisted limbs, wrinkled sheets. You weakly thrash against his hold, his arms tighten around you. Burrowing itself in the crevice where neck kisses shoulder, Aegonâs face seeks the refuge of darkness and burrows itself in the smell of skin, your skin.
âEw, Aegon!â A cry from above, his warm tongue slivering out the cavern of his mouth and dragging itself along a patch of sweat stained skin. Salty, sweet, musky. Everything he likes, everything you. âLet me go, Iâm all- Youâre making me sweat all over my sheets!â
âWell, thatâs no fun,â the pout practically drips off his voice, giving away his expression as if you canât already feel it pressed right up against your neck. Mind of their own, his hips grind against the leg trapped between his, the swell of his waking cock slowly making itself known. âIâd rather make you sweat, without the s.â
âWeat,â the cooling damp of your skin soothes his burning headache, the perfect remedy to last nightâs cocktail of bad choices. Undulating hips, setting an unsteady rhythm that nurtures the hardness between his thighs, feeds its growing hunger slowly. Too slowly. Too long since Aegon last felt you, since Aegon last felt anything. âYouâre saying you want to make me weat.â
âWet. Sweat without the s,â seizing the opportunity, he takes it upon himself to grab a hold of control, flipping you onto your back with a lack of elegance that can only be justified by his hungover state. With your earlier protests still echoing in his mind, you seem to have no issue spreading your legs and making a space for him between them, inviting the Targaryen boy to drape himself over you, face in neck, crotch against crotch, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. âPhonetically.â
âWow, thatâs a big word for you, Aegon!â Despite your grinning mouth and facetious words, deft fingers slip into the crack between your bodies and work at the buckle of his belt, worn leather leaving speckles of itself on your fingertips. âDid Aemond teach you it?â
âHa, ha.â His hands pinch at your side, an unseen eye-roll at the mention of his younger brother. Perfect Aemond, always finding a way to make things about himself, even when heâs not in the room. The cut feels a little deeper when youâre involved, the only thing of Aemondâs that Aegon has ever dared try take for himself, a sick prize in the depths of his perverted mind. âWho needs big words when you have a big coc-â
The doorbell rings and interrupts him.
Both of you freeze, hands burrowed in hair and fingers tracing over flesh. Aegonâs quick to recover, dragging his attention back to the shape you make up beneath him, a sight that brings him physical ache. He lets his gaze wander over the length of your torso, over the slopes and curves and dips of your body, and hooks his thumbs under either side of your nylon shorts.Â
âIgnore it,â he says, relishing in how easily the tenseness in you melts away as your eyes find his again, stiff muscles melting as easily as candle wax.
Layers of clothing shed away, his liquor-stained shirt now a pile of cotton by the door, your shorts tossed blindly over his shoulder. He sinks back down, your own limbs following suit, folding beneath his on-coming body. Mouths find one another, like a moth finds a flame, and refuse to part.
Aegonâs missed you. He wonât say it, but he feels it. In every brush of his tongue against your own, and every spine-tingling touch your hands drag over his naked back, and every breath he pulls in stained with the smell of your shampoo. Itâs too overwhelming to think of, and so he forces himself to focus on a far more pressing matter: his fingers dipping beneath the waistline of your panties.
As thumb meets navel, a phone screen lights up on the bedside table.
He tries, so desperately, to chase your mouth as your head flees, and one less hand, five less fingers touch his skin, reaching out to grasp your buzzing phone, the name on the screen rousing contempt within him.
âDonât answer,â heâs pleading, even as he watches your thumb swipe up on the green. âPlease, donât.â
Your eyes refuse to meet his own, you put the phone to your ear.
âAemond,â a sucker punch to the gut, a name that reminds him of the pounding in his head. Aegon recoils from you, resting back on his haunches, the pathway to your thighs a trail laid out before him. âHi, sorry.â
He wants to admit defeat. Crawl off your bed, scoop up his shirt, lace up his boots â wherever they are. Spare not even a fleeting glance as he takes his leave, let you stay focused on the brother that clearly owns more of your attention than him. And the worst thing is, Aegon cannot pretend this feeling is rational.
Aemond is your friend, your best friend. The one you call when you need saving, the one who pulls the weight of your textbooks out of your arms and into his own, the one who wins a smile out of you like itâs as easy as breathing air. Whereas Aegon canât even claim heâs losing the race to his little brother, because heâs not even on the same track.Â
Unfortunately, defeat just isnât in his nature.
âOh. Yeah, Iâm,â his hand on your knee, you donât even flinch. Still wonât even look at him. The hand smooths up your thigh, a light squeeze of flesh as it reaches halfway. âNot in. Aemond, Iâm out shopping.â
He snorts back a laugh and, finally, your eyes are on him. Wide, panicked, and pleading for silence.
Aegon ignores it.
Fingers dance up the expanse of your thigh, a pleasant hum rumbling out his chest at the warmth of your skin. He can hear his brother on the other end of the line, unintelligible words blending with the familiar sound of his voice. He can almost picture Aemond, a wrinkle free shirt and tailored trousers, looking up at your building from the entrance, phone pressed to his ear and frown creasing his forehead. The image stays fresh in his mind as his fingers smooth over the soft skin that melts your thighs into the curve of your hips, and sneak their way under the elastic band of your panties.
He pulls at it and releases, watches the way it snaps back down onto your skin. A foot weakly kicks at his side, that stare of yours growing deadlier.
âAre you okay? What happened?â God, the way you want to comfort Aemond, it makes him sick. Or maybe thatâs just his hangover. Yeah, that makes more sense.
All is forgotten, for a moment, as he traces over the slope of your mound, finger flexing to press against your clit, hidden out of sight beneath damp cotton. You try to play it cool, like his touch doesnât faze you, but Aegonâs too quick to notice the hitch in your breath, the way you seem to take a moment too long to reply to his brother.
âCanât you try to speak with your professor about it, Aim?â
The nickname you speak has Aegon laughing again, a facetious chuckle he presses into your knee, spine curved as he bends down to kiss it. Another kick, this one hits his ribs. Like a saddled horse, it spurs him on, tells him to move faster, touch you more.
Itâs hard to pick which sight gets him harder: the peeling back of your panties to reveal the mouthwatering view of your cunt, shining with slick and inviting him to dive right in, or the way your faux composure crumbles, for an instance, back arching reflexively and teeth pressing down against the pillow of your bottom lip, your eyes glued right on his.
âThatâs bullshit,â you seem to remember Aemondâs still there, ranting along his own woes in your ear. Again, Aegon wonders if heâs outside. âYouâre literally the top student in your year. Hell, youâre probably one of the top students on our whole campus.â
Aegon canât even disagree. Resident brainiac, the younger Targaryen has always been the overachieving student, winning every useless award and wearing every golden medal. And maybe, were you not two feet below him, dripping wet in nothing but a sports bra, heâd be interested in hearing where this conversation goes, find out what exactly his do-no-wrong brother has fucked up enough not even his flawless grades can save him. His finger is dipping into you before he can even let the thought repeat itself.
âMy poor girl,â he mutters aloud, eyes glued on the pretty sight between your legs, hypnotised with how the digit disappears into your pussy, all the way in till knuckles kiss the pillowy soft lips. âSo tight. Has mummy not been taking proper care of you, hm? Not letting someone stretch you out, fuck you real good like you deserve?â
âWould you shut up?â You hiss from the pillows, interrupting his reunion with his best friend. He curls his finger up, gently, pressing into the spongy wall of your cunt, just to delight in how easily the animosity flees your eyes as they roll back. Only to shoot wide open again, pressing the phone tighter against your ear. âSorry, that wasnât aimed at you! Thereâs- There was just some creep harassing me about the queue. Yes, Iâm okay. No, you donât have to come get me.â
âThis is a private conversation,â Aegonâs free hand pinches the skin of your thigh, that devilish grin of his unwithering as he watches the subtle grind your hips give, fucking his finger deeper into the heat of your cunt. Even in anger, you want him. âThink I need to give her a present, something to keep her nice and stuffed,â he draws the word out, slipping a second finger into you.
You squirm away, for a moment, but his hand chases after you and youâre giving right in, at his mercy, one hand clutching the sheets, the other keeping the phone pressed tight against your ear. Two pumps of his fore and middle finger, until he lets them drift apart, a gentle stretch to your clenching walls.
âOr is my baby more of a Rose toy kind of girl, huh?â Whether on purpose or on instinct, words fall louder each time he opens his mouth. The very same mouth thatâs leaning down to meet you in a gasp-worthy kiss, lips pressing sweetly against the throb of your clit, tongue coming out to play in a flurry of three kitten licks, all the while he works his wrist into a dull ache, each thrust forcing his fingers deeper than the last. âSomething to soothe this little clit and something to fuck this tight pussy, is that what she needs?â
The hand on the mattress finds his hair, a harsh tug that has him parting with a few strands. He doesnât care. In fact, he hopes the near-white locks get lost in your sheets if only to be found by a curious Aemond next time he canât be bothered masking his way home and crashes at your place. What he wouldn't give to see the look on his brotherâs face, holding up the hair to see itâs not even half the length of his well-groomed, pin-straight hair.
Youâre talking again, doing your best to keep your voice neutral and your breathing even, hand still tangled in Aegon. He half expects you to pull again, kick him again. Tell him to focus on getting off of you, instead of getting you off. But you donât do that. No, actually, youâre pulling him closer, keeping his mouth pressed to your soft skin, making sure his tongue continues to dance along the nerve-buzzing runway of your cunt, lapping up the taste of you till heâs sure itâs going to seep into his DNA, alter his genetic make-up so youâll always be a part of him, even when youâre apart from him.Â
The throb between his own legs is growing, pulsing your name in morse code. As much as he wants the sweet release of flipping you over, arching your back, and feeling your walls clench around the girth of his cock, heâs too attached to the taste of your skin, head burrowing itself deeper, nose smushed against your clit as the tip of his tongue knocks at your slit, soaked fingers spreading your lips open. His own desire will need to find a different method of salvation.
A free hand, switching between gripping at your waist and squeezing the meat of your thigh. It departs from your body with a muted hesitation, a momentary pause before it shrugs away his empty belt buckle and fishes out the lever to his zipper. A swift tug, his pants loosening their snug fit around his hips, leaving his fingers with the freedom to dip beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and grasp at his aching cock.
âMhmm,â you almost moan, disguising it as an agreement to whatever his brother is saying to you now. In turn, Aegon lets himself give into it, moaning loud enough for the two of you, letting the sound vibrate into your soaked cunt. âSorry, repeat that, I- I canât hear you.â
Shameless as heâs always been, he lets his cock spring free from the confines of the nylon material, standing to attention and slapping against his lower stomach, the tip already dribbling with pre-cum.
âSee how much Iâve missed her, baby?â This time, heâs talking to you, lips in a wicked grin, shining with your own wetness. Brushing dry fingers over the mess heâs made between your thighs, a mix of spit and arousal, he relishes in watching how easily you get his fingers soaked. One curl of three fingers, pressing teasingly at that spot he knows too well, then heâs pulling away, extending his hand out towards you. âSpit. Now.â
Your eyes watch his, wide and impatient. The cool air must be soothing, he thinks, brushing against your now abandoned pussy, yet he doubts you find any solace in it. Youâve always been the kind who wants to melt, not freeze.
Phone angled away from you, Aemondâs voice still pouring out its speaker, you lean forward and let it drip: a string of spit.
Basking in the proper attention youâre finally giving him, Aegon wraps the newly soaked hand around his cock, letting the head of it slap back against his torso before he really puts the mixture of your fluids to use. Tight fisted, lips parted, he finds himself leaning back on his haunches, free hand splayed out behind him and holding the weight of himself as he puts on a show for you, stroking his cock. The bed beneath you both creaks as he lets himself fuck up slowly into his hand, a cacophony of pretty moans and desperate whines filling the space between you. Can Aemond hear? God, he hopes so.Â
The sight of your own hand snaking its way down between your legs is enough to remind him of his mission, the whole reason heâs not given into his want, his need to bury his cock inside you.
You barely brush over your clit before heâs slapping your hand away with a tut, a non-verbal protest as his lips reunite with your cunt, the hand between his own legs beginning a new pace, stroking over his hardness in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue and the speed of his fingers pumping into you.
Hang up, he wants to demand, but heâs got a mouthful of you and he intends to savour it until the end.
âAemond,â your teeth bite down on your lip in sync with how his own drag over your clit, a silent warning against saying his brotherâs name again. Next time, Iâll bite harder, heâs promising, only partially wishing youâll tempt fate. âShit, sorry, I have to go, Iâm- yeah, next in line.â
Not even a goodbye.
Your thumb presses messily at the red button, the caller ID fading off your screen as the phone fades away into obscurity, left to get lost in the sheets as you give him what heâs been missing all alone, the sweet melody of moan, after moan, after moan falling from your lips, fingers pulling once more at the tresses of his hair.
âHmm, dâya think he can hear us, baby?â A nano-second, lips parted from your skin, his eyes flickering to the open window. âThink heâs out there waiting on your doorstep like a loyal hound, while youâre letting me get a taste of heaven?â
Youâre close. He can see it, feel it, taste it, each stroke of his tongue greeted with a fresh wave of your sweetness. Both of you are a mess of unintelligible noises, hips rising off the mattress, and thrusting into open palms, sullying yourselves in the paint of pleasure.Â
He calls your name softly, whiplash against the intense feeling swelling within you.
âLet me see it,â heâs begging, no shame. Glassy eyed, hungover, pussy drunk, wishing youâd give him the one thing heâs been missing all these weeks without you. âCum. Go on. Cum for me. Please.â
The chord of tension snaps and at last youâre an uncontrollable mess beneath him. Eyes rolling back, back arching up, thighs shaking with a force of nature, the prettiest cries of his name. Heâs there with you, the whole time, tongue, and mouth, and hand coaxing you through the maze of lust that consumes you in your orgasm, guiding you safely to the end.
You donât calm with ease, still trembling as he places one last chaste kiss against you before he lets his face rest on the warmth of your thigh, smearing the stains youâve left upon him onto your own skin as he continues bucking into his hand, each thrust more desperate, erratic, pathetic than the last, chasing the fast-approaching end.
Until your hand tugs at his hair and heâs frozen beneath your gaze, mouth hanging open, chest heaving in shallow breaths, hips stuttering as he fails to fully control his urges, the tip of his cock blushing red with angry desire, desperate for release. Heâs awaiting your dismissal of his own touch, waiting for you to replace it with yours, remind him of just how well you know his body. Your hand does meet his skin, but not how he expects.
You slap him.
A sting in his cheek in the wake of it, and a rush of blood to his groin, eyes rolling back for a split second. âHmm, next time hit me harder. Promise I wonât break.â
âHow could you do that?â You heave out, no doubt intending your voice to hold more power, but itâs weak, and breathy, and turning him on even more. âAemond was- He couldâve- Fuck, this wasnât supposed to happen again.â
âIf itâs any consolation, you tried. Havenât answered my texts in weeks,â heâs aware he sounds desperate. Because he is. Or is that just his hangover again? âWould think youâd died or something, if I didnât have to hear your name come out of Aemondâs mouth everyday.â
âDonât say it like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike heâs the one in the wrong.â
A blanket of silence engulfs you both, heavy and uncomfortable over your sweaty bodies. His hand still sits tight around the base of his cock, begging for attention, but he canât bring himself to move.
Not until he knows youâre okay.
âIâm sorry,â the shape of it is foreign on his tongue, scarcely said and never with a speck of honesty. âI shouldnât have put you in that situation. I just- I guess I just thought if you remembered how I could treat you⌠thought if I could just make you feel good, youâd-â He cuts himself off, words hardly making sense in his own head.
You heave a sigh, smooth your hand down the side of his face that still stings. âYou donât just make me feel good. You make me feel better than anyone else, and thatâs the problem. First man to touch me, and now all the others canât compare.â
Aegon is a fiend for praise, so used to words of disappointment and looks of disgust. But then one day, he dove between a womanâs thighs and heard her calls of pleasure, listened as she praised his efforts, revered his good job, delighted in his skills upon the mattress. Itâs no wonder he began to find solace in the pleasures of the flesh, the first and only thing heâs done right in his life.Â
âYou let others touch you?â A silly thing to get hung up on, yet he canât let it slip away. The hand around his cock skates forward, stroking slowly before smoothing over the sensitive tip with the palm of his hand.
You nod your head.
âSometimes. Guys can get touchy at frat parties, but Iâm sure you know all about that.â He doesnât bother to negate it, he knows you know him too well. No doubt Aemond shared every anecdote of Aegon during his short-lived frat days. A hiss slips past his lips as he continues the slow caress of his aching length. You clear your throat. âStop denying yourself. Just cum, itâs okay.â
Sometimes, he can follow orders.
Especially one like this, that leaves him reaching once more for the sweet relief of release, wave after wave of it rolling down his spine as his hand works himself to completion.
âCan I,â he stutters over a moan, cutting himself off and getting swept away in the rapid currents of reignited lust, each touch more frantic than the last.
You finish the thought for him. âCum on me, Aegon.â
White, thick, hot. Rope after rope of his spoils spill down onto your naked skin, a painting so beautiful he almost wants to picture it and sell it on as modern art. Itâs better than anything Aemondâs ever made with his easel and brush.
Time melts away into nothing, fading to obscurity as he floats on cloud nine, body weightless, mind rested. Tingles down his spine, up his thighs, on his face where you still touch him, thumb smoothing over his cheek.
A giggle pulls his mind back into his body.
âI told you this wouldnât happen again, and now look at me!â Your tone is softer than earlier, even if your voice has regained its usual energy. âGod, I just might be the biggest idiot.â
âDonât say that. Youâre smart,â you shoot a sceptical look his way, wanting to negate him, but he doubles down. âYou are. Donât forget I know your best friend, I hear all the shit youâre achieving on that campus. Youâve got me beat, at least. Couldnât even make it past my first year before I dropped out.â
âI look like I belong at some conceptualistâs art exposition on tribute pictures.â
âI could give you a real tribute picture,â his eyes are glued to yours, even as he swipes a finger over his cum upon your lower belly and brings it up to his mouth, teasing his tongue with the salty taste. âJust need my phone camera, a nice big cheesy grin from you, and a printer.â
âKeep dreaming.â
âOh, I will.â
Throwing a leg off the bed, he tests his stability, hand reaching down to tuck his limp dick back into his trousers and zip the fly up halfway. Despite the dizziness that threatens to cloud his mind, he manages to get his second foot on the ground.
âIâll leave you to your shower, sweaty,â he calls over his shoulder, making his way over to the bedroom door.
âWhere are you going?â He could almost coo at you, wide-eyed gaze, legs tangled in floral sheets. Youâve sat up, and donât seem to care about the way his cum drips down you onto the bed. All you care about is him, even if it's just for a moment, and Aegon has to physically stop himself from stumbling back over and engulfing you with his body once more.
Instead, he leaves you with a shrug and a simple explanation, âyou fed me, now let me feed you.â
By the time heâs got eggs cooking on the stove and bread warming in the toaster, the sound of running water fills your apartment. A familiar buzz rings out, leading Aegon over to where his phone lays, buried in the cracks between your couch cushions. The screen lights up.
One missed call - Mother.Â
Unlocking at the sight of his face, he swipes up on the screen. It opens onto a chat log. Your chat log. His stomach drops as he scans over the messages, dreading what inebriated-Aegon had gone and texted.
Needyou - 04:47 am
Plase - 04:49 am
Thinik Imgonna K Hole in nnnnn bathroOm - 04:52 am
All three messages are in blue.
Beneath them, your reply lives in a muted grey bubble, yet it somehow has his eyes watering. Maybe he just needs to turn the screen brightness down.
Send me your address. Iâll be there ASAP - 04:53 am.
The pop of the toaster scares him out his own skin. He turns his head only to curse under his breath. Flames engulf the small frying pan, the food within charred black. He gives a gentle call of your name.
âI hope you like your eggs well-done.â
+extra hyde.
so, how are we feeling? do we want more of these two weirdos ( affectionate )?
i stopped doing taglists a while back bc i lowkey always forget about them but @481theralicat dmed me a while ago asking to be tagged if i ever wrote a second part to drummer!aegon and that message was partially what gave me the motivation to finish part 2, so i feel like the least i can do it tag them. i hope you enjoyed it & the wait was worth it <3
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WickChat Articles
Cause I'm nosy like that-
Prologue Chapter 33:
#2 - Probably referring to Taiga? #4- I need to knowwwwww who the demon is. (Also, the only one not posted by an anon đ) [In this specific post at least.] SPEAKING OF! WHO THE HECK IS AN ENGINEER AT DARKWICK?!
Episode 1, Chapter 26:
#4 - Just a thought but what if it were Subaru who posted that?
Episode 2: Chapter 9
The last one, Nicolas one is so real!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THOSE DIONYSIA KIDS, NICOLAS!! WHY COULDNT YOU POTENTIALLY USE THEM WHEN HARU WAS SICK!!
Interesting how the [PC] can see and interact with Zenji's posts before the Hotarubi chapter. [Unless they're posted by Haku, but that's too Zenji to be Haku.] [in a good way]
"Battle of the Titans Part 2." - Lowkey thinking about Haku-Jin vs. Tohma-Mido.
Episode 5: Chapter 15
#2- Also looking for a man I met in my dreams. /j THOUGH!! Technically speaking, did the PC meet anyone in a dream? Unless you count the events at Kisaragi Station to be a dream-? Though, that's pretty unlikely. PS: This is the third time the 'bet you don't know this anomaly' has appeared. Since it was first posted when the PC came to the academy, two months have passed since she began the Hotarubi mission.
Kaito briefly mentioned the dissidents would be happy in the prologue. Though that was for Vagastrom having two ghouls that would affect the power balance. I think Zenji and Suba were in Hotarubi from the start?
Episode 5: Chapter 13
#1- lolol, first the Biwa, then Haku supposedly recording others [but he was just recording Zenji] then the doll. #4- Even I wanna know what happened at Emrys for Luca to become a transfer student :< #3- In the og version of the game, there was a character named Mitake Takumi. [Found on animo lol] Though I don't think it's related =x= [Wonder if he was Sho's prototype/beta]
Edward behind a suspect in the murder of the One-Eyed Sleeping Beauty feels like a stretch ngl. [It's just kinda weird? He's an old man, the strongest vamp, sure but he's an old man who watches youtube streams all day.] [Bro was probably sleeping when the Clash occurred. UNLESS it occurred at night, then it's believable he killed someone.] In the prologue, Kaito starts telling us a rumour about the Captain of Obscuary but is stopped when Cornelius interrupts because of the prophecy. [iirc] But, the One-Eyed Sleeping Beauty caused the clash. The suspects are: 1) Jiro Kirisaki - [1st year at the time] 2) Alan Mido - [2nd year at the time] 3) Towa Otonashi - [Ist year at the time] 4) Rui Mizuki - [2nd year at the time] 5) Edward Hart - [399 years old at the time??]/[2nd year at the time] If the PC is the One-Eyed Sleeping Beauty from another timeline, it's very surprising that Taiga isn't on the list. Bro even wants to forget his memories of the day he arrived in Darkwick so nothing would ever happen. [Taiga's so weird man. I love him.]
#tokyo debunker#ania's rambles =x=#imma sleep now#it's 3:23 in the morning#must look through ep 3 and ep 4#cause jabberwock and sinostra#i don't remember them having any
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You are great writer! Stumbled on that on set Evan fic and it was soooo good đĽ Lol, I actually do work on set and you really captured the atmosphere tbh. Keep it up!
Not sure if youâre open to requests rn, but I would love your take on Evan and his partner trying to make a baby for the first time. He just seems so sweet and Iâd love to think of this man in a happy marriage, daydreaming about little feet running around.
Thank you so much! I truly appreciate your kind words <33
So, I decided to make this two parts. This first part is just fluff, the readers get to see Evan in kind of a paternal role in this part, baby making will be in the next, I hope you enjoy!
Also ngl, I had this done for a couple of days now, I just couldnât think of a title :/ so sorry about that. Iâm awful with titles smh
Baby fever (Evan Peters X Reader) Pt. 1
Summary: While babysitting for Evans brother, you realize that youâre finally ready to have a baby, much to your husbands delight.
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: none in this part ;)
Pt2 Pt3
âThank you again, I know itâs a bit short notice, â Evans brother, Andrew, says as he closes the door behind him to step out onto the dim front porch with Evan, his daughter Ellie, and myself.
âDude, Itâs no problem really!â Even smiles, laying a gentle hand on his brotherâs shoulder. âItâs always a joy having Ellie around,â he grunts as he picks up her small âPeppa Pigâ suitcase and her car seat.
âYeah, Dad! They love me!â Ellie giggles as she grabs onto my arm. I smile at her snaggle toothed grin. The yellow light of the porch reflecting off her dark hair, making her curly pig tails look golden.
âTheyâre right Andrew,â I reiterate as we all begin to walk to Evans car, Ellieâs small hand in mine while the crickets chirp their evening song. âNow you go inside and help the Mrs. pack for your..uh.. trip. Weâve got it from here, â I give Andrew a sympathetic smile, taking Ellieâs sippy cup out of his hand.
Andrews wifeâs mother has been rushed to the hospital just a few hours ago and the couple is driving through the night to be there with her. They havenât told Ellie the reason for the trip, all she knows is that sheâs spending the weekend with Auntie y/n and Uncle Evan.
âBe sure to call me if you need anything or if Ellie just wants to talk, bye sweetie,â Andrew picks up his daughter, giving her kiss on the head.
âI love you daddy,â she giggles hugging him back quickly before trying to escape his embrace. âLet me down! I wanna go to Uncle Evans!â She Kicks her small light up sneakers, flashes of purple and red glow on the concrete as her feet hit the ground. Andrew just laughs. Thanking us again before making his way inside.
âGive me the suitcase babe, Iâll throw it in the back,â I take the pink bag out of Evans arms, walking to the trunk to toss it in.
I make my way around the vehicle to see Evan bent over struggling to get the carseat hooked in as Ellie hangs on his leg, both of them erupting in giggles.
âEllie I canât get this carseat in with you climbing all over me like that,â he laughs as he pulls at the locked seatbelt, trying to free it so he can stretch it through the back of the childâs seat. Ellie continues as if she hasnât heard him, and Evan lets her. I smile at the pure joy beaming from my husband. He loves children dearly; his niece is no exception of course. Heâs brought up starting a family of our own many times in the few years weâve been married, Iâve just never felt quite ready with how much time away his job requires, but now things are slowing down and the idea of having a baby grows on me more every day.
âNow Ellie, how will we ever make it to our house if you donât let Uncle Evan buckle your seat in?â I ask, giving her a stern look. She considers my statement, then reluctantly trudges over to me, leaning on my leg.
âOh okay,â she frowns, looking up at me with her big hazel eyes.
âDone! ⌠I think.â Evan exclaims, backing away from the vehicle. I stifle a laugh when I see the crooked car seat that he is ever so proud of. I simply walk up and adjust it before plopping Ellie in the seat and strap her in. Finally, we can go home.
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After arriving home, we bring Ellieâs bag in to the room that sheâll be sleeping in, I take her down to the kitchen as Evan goes to change into some sleepwear. Itâs a bit late, 7:00 pm and the sunâs already set for the night, but weâve been informed that Ellie hasnât had supper yet.
âOkay so you want a grilled cheese, we can do that, but you need to have a veggie as well,â I pick up Ellie and set her on the dining chair. Sheâs expressed that she wants a grilled cheese and only a grilled cheese. She even briefly tried to convince me that sheâs allergic to all vegetables. âWe have broccoli,â I pull a head of broccoli out of the fridge and set it on the table.
âYuck!â The small girl rolls her tired eyes.
âCarrots,â I grab a bunch of fresh carrots, placing them in front of her.
âNo way!â She shoves them away from her. I huff.
âOr we have green beans,â I reach into the pantry and set a jar of green beans next to the other veggies.
âAunt y/n, youâre crazy. No thank you to all of them. Just a grilled cheese please,â she says in disgust, reaching for the bag of bread and block of cheese, sliding the ingredients closer to me.
âEllie-â I sigh, admittedly losing some patience.
âOh wow look at all these super veggies that Aunt y/n has laid out for you. Youâre lucky, sheâs giving you the special ones,â Evan says coming around the corner, now in his pajamas, as he takes a seat next to his niece.
âWhat do you mean?â She inquires, raising a small eyebrow.
âOh she didnât tell you?â He gasps, shifting his gaze to wink at me. I stifle a laugh.
âThese carrots,â he pulls the bunch to him. âThey give you night vision.â He explains. Ellie considers his claim.
âWhat about this one,â she hands him the head of broccoli.
âOh this? It just gives you super speed, no big deal I guess if you donât want to be the next quicksilver,â he says nonchalantly, tossing the head of broccoli in between his hands. Ellie gasps, her eyes light up.
âI want this one!â She grabs the green veggie and hands it to me. âPlease.â She adds, remembering her manners. I laugh.
âDonât you want to hear about the green beans?â Evens asks, standing up from his seat.
âNo thank you. Super speed please!â She crosses her hands on the table, awaiting her superpowers. Evan takes the broccoli from my grasp, turning to grab a cutting board.
âI got it honey, go upstairs and get ready for bed,â he kisses my forehead. I smile and thank him before making my way to our bedroom.
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I change into some comfy pajamas and do my nightly routine of skincare and brushing my teeth before padding down the steps. Before I peak my head around the corner I hear Evan shout,
âOne more time⌠GO!â followed by the quick stomping of tiny feet. I clear the corner to see the furniture pushed out of the way and Ellie hurtling full speed towards me. She runs right into my stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of me.
âJesus,â I wheeze. Ellie giggles boisterously with a toothless smile.
âIâm sorry Auntie y/n,â she manages to choke out as she falls to the ground in her fit of laughter. I look to my husband with wide eyes, trying to process what happened.
âHey donât look at me babe, it was the supper broccoli. Hopefully it will wear off soon,â he says genuinely, putting his hands up in defense. I canât help but laugh.
I take a moment to admire the sight of my husband standing in his sweatpants and old stained shirt draped loosely on his toned body. His beautiful brown curls that are just a bit overdue for a trim sticking out every which way, yet resting perfectly on his soft features, and his scruff filling in more and more every day that heâs doesnât shave. The gorgeous man in front of me, smiling from ear to ear with the purest of joy in his chocolate eyes makes my heart sing. Heâs truly in his element right now. The elation coming from Ellie and Evan is contagious, I find myself in a fit of laughter as well as Ellie crawls up my legs and onto my back.
âYour turn to race Auntie y/n!â She cheers.
âNo, no not tonight honey,â I disappoint her with my response.
âWe have to clean up and get you ready for bed,â I walk over to Evan, passing the girl on my back into his grasp. âWhich will be Uncle Evans job since heâs the one that wound you up,â I raise my eye brows at him. Ellie happily rests in his arms bridal style, her gummy grin never leaving her face.
âHey, donât give me that look,â he begins to walk towards the steps. âYouâre the one that gave Ellie speed enhancing veggies,â he reminds me, almost fooling me as well, with how serious his tone and expression are.
I roll my eyes as I turn to put our living room back together.
âYouâd think Evan would know not have a 6 year old run laps around the house half an hour before bedtime.â I sigh as I push our couch back into place. As irritated as I want to be, I canât help but feel giddy. Seeing how happy Evan is with Ellie makes my heart swell with joy. Â
âMaybe I will discuss having a baby with him.â I think to myself as I replace our rug and coffee table back into the center of the room.
âBut having a child isnât always fun. Itâs much different having your own child than babysitting.â I make note to remind him as I shove our recliner back to its designated spot.
âAnd pregnancy can be complicatedâ Iâll have to tell him. âI hope mine wonât be, but it is something you have to prepare forâ Iâll explain. Heâs not the one getting pregnant so I know this may not be something heâll consider.
I make my way to the kitchen to begin stacking the dishwasher with what little dishes Evan left in the sink before he went to destroying our living room.
âAnd what will we do if you get a big job and have to fly halfway across the country while Iâm in labor or freshly postpartum?â Iâll be sure to ask. I begin to make myself nervous considering all my concerns.
âAnd what if-â
âSheâs laying down,â Evans comforting voice breaks me from my thoughts. I can hear the smile as he speaks. I donât even need to look up. âOnce I finally convinced her that there is no goblin living in our guest room closet, she crawled right in bed,â his voice gets closer as he moves to wrap his strong arms around my waist, I lean back to rest my head on his shoulder, taking in his familiar scent. I turn to look up at him. I donât know how his dimples havenât popped right off his face from how much heâs been smiling this evening.
âLetâs have a baby,â I blurt out, looking into the pure joy glinting in his eyes. The joy turns to shock. He grabs my shoulders, spinning me around so he can search my eyes for any hint of joking. There isnât any.
âAre you serious y/n?â He asks. The smile now just his jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised so high that theyâre hidden behind his curls. I chuckle at his reaction, my chest warming at how excited that one sentence has made him.
âYes,â I simply answer. He matches my smile, pulling me into his chest so tight it almost hurts, but I donât say anything.
âI want nothing more than that y/n,â he mumbles to the crook of my neck. I wiggle out of his grip enough to meet his gaze, seeing his mahogany eyes glistening. He blinks and a single tear threatens to escape though his long lashes. He reaches a hand up quickly to wipe the happiness attempting to leak from his eye.
âLetâs do it,â I grin. Every doubt, every concern, flying quickly out of my mind. The speech I was going to give him about the dangers and responsibilities of childbearing now long gone after seeing how happy the idea of us having our very own bundle of joy is making Evan.
âI love you so much y/n Peters,â he pulls me into a soft kiss, his lips warm against mine. I reach my hands up to bury my fingers in his curls.
âAnd I love you Evan Peters,â I smile against his lips. Though this kiss is gentle, but it is easily the most intimate kiss weâve had. I can feel the adoration with every breath that fans over my face. âI think we should try as soon as Ellie goes home,â I suggest, pulling away from the kiss, resting my forehead on his.
âYou wouldnât reckon my brothers on his way home now, would you?â He jokes as he reaches down to grab my hands. Running his thumbs over my knuckles.
âIâm not even sure theyâre out of the state yet Ev,â I smile at my husband. He brings both my hands up to his mouth, kissing each one gently.
âI suppose I can wait,â he sighs. I giggle, grabbing his arm to guide him to our room.
âLetâs check on Ellie one more time, then we can head to bed ourselves,â I whisper as we walk towards the guest room.
âYou seriously expect me to be able to sleep, Honey? I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve night,â he flashes his dimples, I roll my eyes and smile at his excitement.
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My Kind of Woman
Chapter 2: What he needs.
Series Masterlist || Previous Chapter
Series summary - Your song captivates Joel the second he hears you that night in Jackson, but he struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings. With some (very heavy) encouragement from Ellie and Tommy, you two get closer and closer until he finally thinks heâs ready.
Chapter summary - The two of you make plans, Joel thinks about his past and how far heâs come in these 20 years.
A/N: Ngl Joel is falling really hard for reader, I didnât plan on making him this head over heels for her but oh well.
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: alcohol, light language, fluff, ANGST (sarah bby đ), mention of grief and losing a child, very brief mention of childbirth (not graphic)
DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.
The next time you saw Joel was another night you were singing at the bar, having just finished up, face flushed as you looked around for somewhere to sit and have a drink you desperately needed. Youâd been taking dozens of requests for close to an hour after only expecting to be singing 2 or 3 songs, not that you really minded. You loved being able to make people smile, even with something as small as a song. Anything that could make someone feel a little happier was considered a great victory these days.
You spotted Joel, he was alone this time, and went over to him after grabbing your drink, sliding into the booth across from him.
He still wasnât completely used to just talking with you, always finding himself getting nervous as you approached, getting even more nervous when you started hugging him as a greeting, feeling that panic again when youâd start talking about your day but all he could do was get lost in your beauty as the words went in one ear and out the other (one time, you were looking at him for a good ten seconds before he realised that you were waiting for a response from him and he actually went red with embarrassment, coughing and turning away as he muttered a reply).
You were so positive all the time though, never calling him out on his clear social awkwardness and never getting frustrated with him. It wasnât a suffocating kind of optimism, though, it was just a nice change of pace having someone who could just talk and smile and laugh no matter what was going on. He wished it was that easy for him.
Immediately, you started talking about your day with him, asking what he did, giggling a little when he told you that he âspent half the damn morninâ cleaninâ horse shit with Tommy because he couldnât keep his mouth shut and decided to drag me into it when his wife punished himâ, and eventually asking him about something he didnât realise you knew about.
âSo.. Ellie tells me you play guitar.â You mused as you traced over the rim of your glass, looking up at him with a small smile.
âI do.â He confirms, brows furrowing a little as he wonders where youâre going with this.
âShe also says youâre very good at it,â you say, which makes him a little more hopeful, âso I was wondering if maybe youâd consider playing with me sometime?â
You motion to the stage with your hand and his eyes go wide. He didnât do that kind of thing. Performing. Prancing around, smiling and grinning so wide it made his jaw ache, all for a few claps and cheers from an almost totally drunken crowd. It wasnât his thing. Even if he knew how happy it would make you if he said yes, he just preferred watching you do it.
âI um- Not up there.â He coughs, and you donât look all that surprised, or upset. Maybe you knew it was a bit of a stretch to ask that of him.
âOkay, then.. How about you play for me, then? Just us, not in front of anyone else. Iâm sure youâre a great musician.â You suggest with a smile, looking up at him a little more hopefully.
And, honestly, how could he deny you? Although his mind was going at a million miles an hour right now because how in godâs name would he be able to control himself alone with you?! ..he knew this was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
âYeah. That sounds good, sweetheart. When would you be free for it, then?â He says, thankful he could actually find his voice in that moment. You look at him for another second as your cheeks slowly go red again and you smile, the term always having that effect on you no matter how many times he uses it with you, before you tell him that youâd be free on Friday evening.
After finalising the plans and finishing your drinks, he finds a new surge of bravery course through him and asks if youâd like him to walk you home.
âOh, yes! That sounds great.â You smile, and the two of you walk out of the Tipsy Bison.
You sigh when the doors close behind you, loving the feel of the cool air on your face and that comforting silence of the night all around you, a stark contrast to the inside of the bar, as the two of you start heading to your place.
He takes it upon himself to start some conversation after the first few minutes of.. not awkward, but not the most pleasant, silence goes by between the two of you.
âI actually wanted to be in a band, growing up.â He says, mumbling a little at the end as he finds himself getting nervous again.
âOh yeah?â You grin, and he finds it puts him at ease.
âYeah,â he nods. âActually, I- I was planninâ on trying to take it further, go to some auditions and shit when I left highschool.â He laughs, thinking about how funny it wouldâve been if that had actually worked out and he spent his early years touring around America with some folk band.
Then he remembers why it didnât work out. How, when he was only 18, he got a girl pregnant, and then that dream, along with basically all of his other ones, withered away.
Despite the unfortunate circumstances, he never backed down. Never got angry, or tried to find a way out of the situation he had put himself in. He took care of the girl as best he could - despite her wanting almost nothing to do with him and cursing him for knocking her up - and waited outside of the delivery room for hours as his babygirl was born, since the mother didnât even want him in there with her.
After the first three hours went by, she eventually let him in just so she could squeeze his hand so hard he swore his skin was ripping.
She never really hated Joel, she just hated what he did to her, and hated what became of it. How could she hate him though, when he had stayed and treated her as best he could during the entire pregnancy? He took accountability, helped her afford bills, accompanied her to appointments.. It certainly went better than things normally did in these kinds of situations.
After Sarah was born, things got even more complicated, and he ended up a single father at 19 years old.
It was hard raising Sarah, but he loved her with his entire heart, and when he lost her he felt like he lost himself completely.
Then he met Ellie, and she saved him. She was his second chance. It almost felt like Sarah was there too, like she had sent Ellie to Joel so he could change for the better. In truth, he really did. Despite the grey area with things like Salt Lake, he left the cold, ruthless, murdering part of himself behind when he saved her from that hospital, when he came back to Jackson, and eventually when he met you. You didnât know it yet, but you were the only other thing he had to look forward to after a hard day, a smile from you when you caught his eye up on stage his favourite way to ignore his problems.
âJoel?â Your voice brings him out of his thoughts, a gentle hand on his shoulder bringing him back to earth. âAre you okay? You zoned out a little there.â You murmur, looking at him with concern in your eyes. He hadnât realised his eyes had gotten misty as he thought of his daughter, of everything that had happened. Maybe one day heâd tell you too, if you ever got that close.
He clears his throat, nodding and sniffing a little. âAll good, sorry sweetheart.â
âYou sure?â You press, and he nods.
You offer him a small smile before stopping, and he looks up to realise that youâre at your house.
Heâs never really looked at your house before, he realises as he stands at the edge of the property with you. It suits you, he thinks. Cute little flower pots on the windowsill, a smiley-face painted onto the mailbox by your name, purple curtains that are drawn on the inside.
Her favourite colour was purple.
âWell, this is me. Thanks for the walk, Joel, Iâm really excited to see you on Friday.â You say, preventing his mind from wandering any further, hugging him tightly before he says goodbye to you and you walk up to your front door, giving him another small wave before going inside. He watches the door close before letting out a deep exhale and turning to go back to his own place.
He spends the evening on his back porch, strumming at the guitar quietly as he thinks of his daughter. Music always felt like a kind of therapy for him, whenever his thoughts got too loud and worrying like this, heâd just let the instrument take over his mind. It was like second nature as he played the chords, stringing them together to form songs from another time, and it helped to take his mind off of things. It was definitely a better distraction than what he used to do, pure anger being his most prominent emotion from the grief, violence being the only solution back then in his mind.
He now believes that he is almost at that stage of complete acceptance, finally being able to just sit down with his thoughts, breathe, and try to process things, now that he was in Jackson. It was safe here, he had Ellie - even though he was always wondering what would happen if she found out about Salt Lake in the back of his mind - he found Tommy, and there was a community he had a home in.
It felt strange to say that he had a home in the apocalypse. The places he stayed at just felt like houses to him. Buildings where you had a place to sleep and keep your shit - thatâs what they had been to him after the outbreak happened. None of them ever felt like home. How could he have a home, when the one thing heâd look forward to coming back home to at the end of a long day, was buried in the cold ground?
As he mulls over his thoughts, letting the notes from his guitar flow freely through the air, he realises that this is now his home. With Ellie, with his guitars and his woodworking room, his bed and the framed photos that hang on his walls, his coffee machine, his brother down the street, with you and the sound of your voice being the thing he plays in his mind before going to sleep.
Now, he thinks he wants more than just your voice rattling throughout his skull. He wants you. Completely. Always. Everywhere, every day. He wants to wake up beside you in the early morning, drink coffee in the kitchen with you as you talk about your plans for the day ahead, come back home to the sight of you on the couch at midday, play guitar for you in the afternoon, take you to his bed at dusk, fall asleep with you in his arms at night, and do the same thing on repeat until his final day on this planet. He needs that in his life.
He didnât think heâd be able to completely rest until he had you.
Thank you SM for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated đ
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Cozy Winter Cuddles
A/n: this is my first time writing so sorry if it's lowkey bad đ§ââď¸
Genre: Modern Au!, Fluff, College Au, Gn! Reader, Tall! Reader (not really mentioned tho lmao), Second Person, Kazuha x Reader, Kazuha might be a little ooc, Proofread
Summmary: You and Kazuha are cuddling in your cozy, shared apartment in early December, with snow lightly falling outside the window.
You and Kazuha had been dating for almost two years now, and as the two of you faced the final stretch of your college journey, the pressure of finals loomed over your heads. The cold of early December seeped into the apartment, making the air crisp, so both of you had decided to take a well-deserved break from studying. Bundled up under a soft blanket, you held Kazuha close on the couch, his head resting comfortably on your chest as you were the big spoon. The quietness of the room was only disturbed by the sound of the heater humming faintly in the background.
âI think Iâll go make us some hot chocolate.â you said, attempting to shift from beneath him, but the warmth of your embrace made him cling to you even tighter, his soft groan muffled as he buried his face deeper into your chest.
âNoooâŚjust stay here. Itâs too cold without you.â Kazuha whined, his voice laced with a sleepy vulnerability that made you chuckle softly.
âAlright, alrightâ you sighed with a small smile, resigning yourself to the cozy prison heâd created. âBut if we freeze to death here, Iâm blaming you.â
âWe wonât,â he murmured. âNot if we keep cuddling.â There was a softness in his tone that made the moment feel even more intimate, as if the world outside didnât exist as long as you two stayed wrapped up in each other.
The warmth you shared was more than just physical, it was a comfort, an unspoken reassurance. Kazuhaâs heartbeat was steady beneath your fingers, and the rhythm of his breathing had a calming effect on you. Time passed lazily as the two of you enjoyed the rare moment of peace in the midst of the chaos of exams.
Eventually, the lingering silence began to weigh on you, and your thoughts drifted to the finals. âKazuhaâŚâ you began, voice quieter now, more vulnerable. âIâm kind of stressed about the border exam. I know weâve studied together and all, but what if I still fail? What if all my hard work just⌠disappears, like it never mattered?â
Kazuha shifted slightly, tilting his head to look up at you, his gaze warm and full of understanding. He reached up, his fingers brushing softly against your cheek before leaning in to press a comforting kiss to your forehead. The gesture was tender, filled with the kind of affection that always made you feel safe, no matter the storm swirling in your mind.
âYou donât need to worry, love,â he said softly, his voice like a gentle breeze. âYouâve worked hard, and Iâve seen it firsthand. I know youâre going to pass. And even if things feel overwhelming, Iâll be here. Always. You donât have to face anything alone, okay? Weâll figure it out, no matter what.â
His words settled your restless heart, filling the cold air with warmth you couldnât find anywhere else. You let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding, feeling lighter. âThank you, Kazâ you whispered, resting your forehead against his.
âAlways, dearest.â he smiled, his hand tracing small, soothing patterns on your back.
For the rest of the night, neither of you worried about exams or deadlines. Wrapped up in each otherâs warmth, the world felt softer, and soon, the quiet lull of your shared breaths led you both into a peaceful sleep.
A/n: I was screaming and giggling while writing this ngl. (I'm feeding my own delusions, I am NOT sane.)
Š ²â°Â˛â´ ÉŞá´á´á´Ęá´ â° do not repost, translate, plagiarize, use to train ai, or share my work on other social media platforms.
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Pavlov Responce
A/N: Female reader, I totally slept through today ngl.
Day 7: Stuck in a wall
Word count: 798
Warnings: smut, safe word usage
AO3 Kinktober Masterlist
Silence filled the room as the pair of you stared at each other. It was rare that Soap was completely speechless. He always had some joke to say, some curse or a headstrong reply. This time he was frozen.Â
Then the bastard started to laugh. "How fuck the fuck did you-"
"My hips are too big and my shoulders won't let me get out. This isn't funny MacTavish. Get me out."Â
He only proceeded to laugh harder while you scowled at him. "Surely I can push you through? Your hips aren't that much bigger than the metal bars."
"If you can lift and twist me that might work."Â
"Got it." John made his way to your back and grabbed hold of your hips ready to lift you when you went the light brush of something against your ass. He coughed for a second and your scowl grew.Â
"Are you actually fucking hard right now? I swear to god-"
"It's a Pavlov response, come on."
"Oh my fucking God."
"Look I'm sorry- I'm only human." There was a struggle of laughter in his voice as you wriggled a little in his grasp. Â
"Besides it's not like I'm acting on it." He leaned over you and braced himself on the metal bars. His chest pressed against your back while the tent in his pants prodded against your ass.
"It's not like I'm actually going to fuck you here."
"JohnâŚ"Â
"What do you want me to do? Come onnnnn of course I get hard when I see you bent over. Fucking beauty."
"Uh-huh. Compliments won't save you this time."
"Might have watched a bit too much porn over the years." He admitted with a grin. Gods he was hard, completely rock solid. He cleared his throat and his voice became a little bit more serious as he retreated. âSo uh, I donât know how to lift you without hurting you.â
âFuck, go get the lube from beside the table.â Before you had even finished speaking, the man had vanished. It didnât take long for him to come back, you could have sworn he sprinted. âRight now put it on my hips and see if you can push me through.â
âOver your jeans?â His voice was slightly strained and you thought about it for a second.Â
âTake my pants off.â Soap followed your instructions and was quick to lean over your body once more. His hand popped out the button from your jeans with ease and the zip slid down. Next, John pulled the pants over your hips. Unfortunately for you, your underwear moved with the jeans and soon they had both fallen to your ankles. âSoap!â
âSorry! They got caught- theyâŚâ He swallowed and you could feel his hands run over the side of your now bare hips. âYou got a nice arse you know that?âÂ
A strained sound came from your lips as his fingers continued to run all over your hips. They grabbed a handful of on cheek then he slid them in between your legs. His fingers slipped between the folds of your cunt with ease where he was met with the soft touch of your wet lips. âTell me to stop and I will.â John breathed in your ear and parted your lips. Your hands braced on the stairs in front of you while John thrust his fingers in and out of you.Â
âFuck donât know if I want to fuck you more or devour you.â He whispered while his wet fingers curled inside of you. âFuck it.â John pulled his hand back and stuck those two fingers in his mouth while he yanked away his own pants. A pleased hum came from his mouth at your sweet taste while his cock sprung free from his pants.Â
Soap wet his cock with the arousal on your cunt before he pushed in completely. The pleasant stretch of your cunt had you moan out and relax. He grabbed hold of your hips and pulled back before he snapped his hips back into you. The force had you rock into the bars that confined you. âOw ow! Red, red.â Your eyes snapped open as pain protested on your sides. Immediately Soap stopped and you got out from between the town bars. Soap looked at you with concern while the immersion of the fantasy the pair of you were playing out completely broke.
âYou alright?â He searched for any signs of discomfort and you nodded your head.Â
âJust, kinda hurts. Guess it didnât work out too well.â The side of your lips raised and you shrugged your shoulders.Â
âAh, we gave it a go, thanks for trying anyway.âÂ
You placed your hand on his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. âWe can always try one of your other fantasies.âÂ
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Don't mind me I'm just talking into the void trying to get this off my brain haha (if my ramblings about this au get annoying I'll start marking it as like #silvertongueau so peeps can just mute the word)
if people want to chat about it please sends asks I want to yap about this more LOL
silvertongue = Reigen gets blackmailed to becoming UA's quirk counselor by Nedzu (the starting point of the fic) [set a year after the Confession Arc in MP100]
coldheart = [set in-between silvertongue & the start of UA's school year i.e. yes even before the Sludge Villain Incident] The candidates that aced the UA Recommendation Exams are required to pass another interview before they are fully accepted into UA. Three of four candidates manage to pass. The fourth, well, Todoroki Shoto isn't very pleased to attend mandatory quirk counseling sessions if he wants to make it into UA.
goldsoul = [set after coldheart; UA's school semester begins] (follow up sorta Mob-centric to let shenanigans ensue. of course Mob has his own troubles to worry about, but well, those are spoilers if I ever get to writing this looool)
More rambling below lmfao
Originally I was going to do a follow-up fic in Mob's perspective (goldsoul is sitting there waiting for me to elaborate on how Mob's doing smh) but then it sorta hit me that I could definitely get away with one of the students going to quirk counseling before BNHA starts lol
I was also contemplating dragging Momo into it but her stresses and issues don't really crop up until she's actively attending UA. Tokage and Honenuki seem to have their wits about them so idt there's anything that needs to be acknowledged there for the time being (but don't worry 1-B does get some adventures in the future, yes, I'm looking at you Monoma). Inasa doesn't actually accept UA's offer even after passing the exams so he doesn't have to go through the extra interview.
Shoto gets stuck with being the first "test-run" of this quirk counseling. Reigen is bullshitting and trying to figure out how tf this is going to work (he may be overthinking this a lil he def can handle this) and Shoto doesn't want to be here. At all.
[people need people though, and well, what does shoto want? too focused on his past he can't live the present the way it can be. your life is your own keeps just, echoing in my ears that is def some advice pre-UA shoto needs to hear. midoriya handles it in canon but uh. obviously canon will explode here LOL]
In the meantime coldheart is meant to set up more background events that I was contemplating on using goldsoul to introduce (I think coldheart works better for it ngl). Playing fast-loose with some adopted Teru as well as better establishing how I handle espers in relation to quirks here.
I also def need to get the scene of Tome and Teru trying to help Reigen and Serizawa decorate the UA office out of my head cause I feel like that shit is just comedy. Shenanigans ensue lmaooo (god I need to think about quirks for Tome n other non-espers ughhh)
Other ideas sitting on the back burner for this AU:
Toga (oml there def has to be an entry about her. part of the reason why this AU is on my brain is her backstory in general. let a professional [even if Reigen is stretching the term A Lot] reach out a hand and let her know her quirk, her entire being is normal. Reigen wouldn't bat an eye at her quirk and obsessions because she's just a kid and no one actually tried to help her ;-;)
Midoriya (overthinking the whole Reigen & Midoriya are quirkless but I think he just might need to hear that quirkless can make it in this world? he's so determined to be a hero and sure he has an answer as to why but has he thought about life outside of heroism? it also gets my brain whirring about if Reigen would want to be a hero in this type of universe back when he was a kid. hmm)
Bakugou (feel like these two would have a silly dynamic in their meetings; at first it's just "okay knock off that attitude, get off that powerful quirk high horse" "stfu" but then canon happens and welp Reigen has another traumatized kid to help. thinking about reigen having to undo a good chunk of past quirk counseling that really did nothing but inflate bakugou [alongside his general upbringing of course] so it will be. interesting.)
Iida (unironically I think Reigen is stealing Hound Dog's job at this rate if he's just telling kids from hero families "hey you def need to like, take a step back and think about this reasonably. don't worry about following family legacy; what do you want" and not really focusing on the quirk side of the problem but uh, wcyd)
Shinsou (yes I def think he's the next kid dragged into this mess in goldheart.)
brief flashbacks in some of Mob Psycho's earlier arcs just to give a perspective on how things get changed with both verses colliding here (I hinted at it in silvertongue but yes, people are very much concerned about wtf happened in Seasoning City about a year ago. Not just the Incident but the World Domination Arc & the Divine Tree got a bunch of eyebrows raised. HPSC fumbled the bag on not checking in sooner but there's also some other hijinks that lowkey saved the day there)
right some clarification on how Spirits n Such runs while Reigen has to juggle this extra job (Serizawa locks in: the section). Thinking that I won't sideline Serizawa here either cause they're a team. Tome abuses the shit out of getting on UA's campus for this stuff [Shou/Ritsu/etc do too looool] until security gets stricter & dorms come in (which uh, hmm, Reigen will have a Time there)
There are also some benefits Reigen didn't consider until he sees them directly lol (an extra paycheck... yes, Reigen can get a better apartment >:3 and well that may help with beginning the Toga section unironically LOL)
there are a ton of traumatized kids trying to become heroes and Reigen is just "why are we turning children into soldiers jfc let them be kids" but puts up with it for the time being cause of the deal he reached with Nedzu after the whole, uh, blackmail thing.
[there are prob a ton of ideas to run with but I am exhausted lmao]
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eleven weeks down, four to go⌠i am Really Feeling It ngl⌠but we are in fact in the home stretch and i will in fact make it through and then i will take twelve days allll the way off and it will rule. december historically has involved a pretty rapid winnowing of my schedule but this year i have a bunch of lil perfectionists who have pushed their test dates to right before winter break, including one who is switching to twice a week for this month -__- also not sure whatâs going to be happening with my two high schoolers, one of whom will nearly definitely be retesting and the other of whom may or may not beâŚ. but on the bright side the kid who truly nailed it is in fact no longer retaking (or pooooossibly retaking with minimal additional prep) because of other advice theyâve received. lol. (the mom asked me about my experience with retakes for kids in his position and i was like âtbh iâve literally never had a kid do this well and choose to retakeâ and she thanked me for my âunimpeachable integrityâ which was very sweet lol.)
this week i came in at just under 37 hours, which was more than i planned largely because today i was between locations for a while and just chilled and hung out with a practice test. iâm not sure how i feel about 35 hours as a more long term goal (it feels like it shouldnât be an amount that makes it feel hard to do anything else, but that is how i felt this weekâŚ), which is a thing iâm contemplating because of various goals i have relating to continuing to digitize everything and making more short drill sets because i have a pathology about feeling like if i can imagine that something would be helpful to students i feel bad not doing it, but i feel like it feels doable for these four weeks where i donât have a ton of mental energy anyway, and where also iâm now close enough to the end that i can actually wrap my brain around, like, ok, 3 more upper level tests, 3 more lower level, 3.5 more ACTs, such and such number of workbook pages/chaptersâŚ. etc. but iâm gonna try again not to stress out about it in general but especially this week because (1) i donât have big thanksgiving plans but i do have family plans and i do want to at least spend the day relaxing and (2) i do in fact have another cold i am hoping to rest off in the next day or so. the last one retreated to just some post nasal drip very quickly!!!
i got four workouts in this week (+ my Steps) largely because i was so sore i needed an extra rest day and after actually SLEEPING OKAY last night i woke up the day after a pretty tough full body workout with minimal soreness! further data points re cottage cheese snooze helper. very upset that i likely need to wait on gathering more data because i am prooobably not going to be up to HIIT day tomorrow (although thus far this cold, like its predecessor, is Quite Mild, knock woodâŚ). i am downing zinc and emergen-c as permitted and in accordance with my cold rituals which i think are scientifically valid because even if the concoctions are fake science the placebo effect is very well attested to in the literature. (do you know about zinc in the early stages of a cold to make it less bad? i got this tip from a first grade teacher i associate taught for and i swear it works. if you know science explaining it doesnât please do NOT tell me and let my immune system continue reaping the benefits of my delusion this is the one thing on which i do NOT wish to be fact checked đđź)
today i woke up, did work, tutored, did more work chilling in a salad place, got dinner at a french restaurant with v. good salmon (i say like i know anything about fine dining beyond âi like salmonâ), agreed to a reschedule of the sunday night zoom session, & watched the first half of gladiator because iâve seen approximately 700 people on the internet this week say something to the effect of âgladiator ii really makes you appreciate russell croweâ (he is so far great as promised playing a guy literally named Best Guy). one month left! technically less! i will in fact have a day off this week although i will also need to spend some of it working a bit! onwards! (to bed)
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