#but he is cute to me and i am SO tickled
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#landoscar#lando norris#oscar piastri#ln4#op81#to be clear oscar releasing this sweater is on the same tier as like idk if george made merch of his intro pose#but he is cute to me and i am SO tickled#ch. art#im at my parents house im allowed to be insane#happy non-denominational holidays everyone!!!!!!
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Heâs very careful! Everything was fine before you interrupted!
#Doodles#Handplates#UT#FJdlsafjdsf Handplates fuzzes my brain#I cannot tell you how weird it feels to draw Gaster with the Lost Soul head after all this time away haha#It drops me back into the person I was when I first read Handplates - for better or for worse. It's a very strange feeling#Even drawing Sans and Papyrus again sends me back! Not as strongly but certain little details stand out#Sans' eyes especially... Very strange feeling#Anyhow! Since Fellplates sent me back down the rabbit hole and I've gotten back into rereading lightly - still not a full commitment!#Maybe soon tho đ I feel like I always say that haha#But in the meantime thinking of the pre-Plates Handplates time period <3 Since that's the one I'm still most familiar with haha#I love when they're still growing and learning âȘ Scaffolded baby talk! Twin language! Love 'em â„#And fearless* mischievous little troublemakers hehe#They're so cute <3 I love the little ways they interact as young'uns - like when Papyrus will just lift Sans by his arms lol#I'd been thinking about and then had to go read the one of Sans as a the blanket/coat tickle monster and then - this âš#''Excuse me sir I'd like One Ticket to the R Rated movie I am an adult Monster'' lol#Probably another one of those moments where Gaster is just *nervously sweats in Dad* lol - stop being so cute!#Also there's no particular meaning to when I use WingDings for his text :P Just convenience and if I remember to lol#Comics where he talks a lot are not convenient XP I have enough trouble editing on this paper ugh I will Not miss it when it's done#Even attempted this comic in as few pencil strokes/erasing as possible and it was still a pain to work with! >:0 Rude#Doubly so that I've had a Handplates comic idea for past like - year lol - and /this/ was the first one I finished pfftbl#To be fair to the other I do want to at least attempt making it a look-alike hehe âȘ You know how it is with Ideasâą#I can't be too mad about it haha â« It did turn out quite cute after all :3
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Focus (Or: The Unfortunate Destiny of Not Running Laps)
(Don't forget to read the warnings, they are v important!)
Kanene's notes: I am here to call out RUOYE!! BECAUSE THIS ENTIRE FIC IS FRUIT OF ITS SMUGNESS WHILE CAPTURING LANG QIANQIU IN THE FOREST. Like for REAL it just stopped, looked at him all :] and then captured him like jhgfdfgh pls stop being so silly it's killing me.
Warnings: This is a tickle fic and is basically an AU based in the idea I had in this post. Long short story with no spoilers: Xie Lian decided to tell the truth sooner to Lang Qianqiu and the boy had time to deal with his feelings and their relationship didn't become too strained, even if they parted ways. Another modification here is that the nameless boy that is always by LQQ side is called Xiao Mengyou, like I've seen he be called in the fandom. Besides that, nothing more! There's brief light bondage (thank u Ruoye) and some feet tickling during lqq's revenge, in case u don't like that. But it's the famous fluff with light angst, tickle fights and lot of silliness. Around 6.500 words.
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Lang Quianqui discreetly managed to take in a deep breath, eyes glued on his preceptor, body unconsciously falling into the defensive stance that has been taught to him for years. It was hard to keep himself still. His entire being was thrilling with energy, an adrenaline that had not dissipated since he woke up and realized what day was today. The energy had fed his mind and body constantly as he fell along the main forms and drills theyâve been covering since the start of the day, over and over, each correction of Fang Xin over his posture and handle of sword only serving to make him buzz even more with nerves and the wish to impress him, trying harder and harder to focus until his movements went from stiff and tense to fluid and natural, striving for perfection.
Attentive eyes watched him like a hawk, more staring than normal, looking for something that Lang Qianqiu didnât know if he was hiding well. It made him grip the handle of his sword more firmly and his movements quicker. The prince didnât know if it was just his imagination, and the mask didnât really help in his analyzes, but he could swear that he saw his mentorâs face glimpse into a confused frown as he accidentally kept stammering clumsily through the stances that he had already mastered a few months ago, even being on his best today barely reached the excellency he had every other good day. Still, he continued to strive for perfection.
Training with Fang Xin was⊠incredible. In the last year exactly, for the first time since he was only a kid receiving his first wooden sword, Lang Quianqui felt excited to go train, never once getting bored during the lectures, never going through his lessons unchallenged, each and every teaching pushing him to through his limits in a way that left him thoughtful and expectant to expand them even further, see how far he could get. His Guoshi had a different method of teaching and after his parents saw his improvement after a few months into his classes, together with his clear joy in having them, they gave the adult free reign of his studies, changing his routine as much as he needed, as long as it didnât harm his other responsibilities. They supported them with materials and rooms as necessary and always listened with proud smiles when Lang Quianqui went to ramble to them all they had done and accomplished that day.
Fang Xin valued both the training of his mind and body, much to Lang Quianqui chagrin, especially as he kept dishing out writing punishments and calligraphy exercises that would leave him grumbling about missing the better days with old teachers who would simply have him running laps for slipping into quick naps during their lessons. Usually such commentaries only resulted in more writing and longer punishments, when Fang Xin listened to it. In the end, it was fine. After the initial glooming and pouting, he got to realize how the books that he had to copy always proved to be interesting, challenging his mind with stories and theories he hadnât thought about before and giving him even more ideas to share with his teacher later, who always listened to him carefully, - even with an ever-lasting air of satisfaction that brought a smug glint in his eyes and a pleased hum in his words - no matter how long he spent in his musings, prodding him with questions and small lectures until he arrived to conclusions that would make the adult nod in a hidden pride, or at least, he hoped so. Â
It was no surprise to him to find excitement and anticipation in his mind for each class, wondering what would be the main skill trained today. If they would focus in his flexibility and quick thinking to get the upper hand into surprise attacks and uneven grounds (his mother almost had an heart attack when he fell out of the roof and broke her window with an accidental kick) or his ability to coordinate planned attacks with strong strategies that would exploit his opponentâs weakness and entice his own strengths.
For today, as it seems, they were going to stick with spars and practical learning. It was probably good, with how many mistakes he had already made just during the warming up and how distracted he was today, waiting impatiently for the end of the class. Having a close range exercise that would force him to focus unless he wanted to explain to his preceptor why his mind was flying away, a dangerous but not impossible possibility, was very good, especially because he wouldnât be able to respond his teacher if he asked and Fang Xin would immediately catch his lies or any attempt to stir the topic away and he really, really couldnât risk to get any punishments today.Â
Afterall, Fag Xin Guoshi probably was already extremely displeased with his performance. Even if he was too polite to show. Lang Qianqiu gritted his teeth and embraced himself.Â
There will be no more mistakes from now on. He will do his best!
They circled each other for a few seconds before the buzzing energy became stronger than him and Lang Quianqui jumped in his direction, starting the fight. He feinted an attack on the teacherâs right, jumping away from his defense and immediately falling into another attack. Just like the first blow, this one was quickly blocked and the crown prince was pushed to the side, Fang Xinâs blade pressing against his sword with such a strength that Lang Quianqui had no other option but to start backing up before the sword was pushed to his throat, trying to at least stabilize himself.
âConcentrate on your footwork.â Fang Xin chided, his voice even and calm as always, showing no hint of strain. The arm that was not holding his weapon was curled on his back and he didnât move a single step in his direction. Lang Qianqiu was sure that if he glanced at his forehead, there would be no sweat. He, on the other side, could feel his breath already beginning to speed, arms trembling as he tried to not be overpowered. âThere is always going to be someone stronger and taller than you during war and you canât afford to lose. Donât try to outstrength them because you wonât. Prioritize your speed and versatility.â
âRight!â Lang Qianqiu agreed, immediately dropping himself to the ground, the preceptor's sword passing with a quick gush of wind just inches from his face as he tried to trip the other, rolling around and quickly jumping to straight himself again when more attacks went in his direction.
Fang Xin pivoted around the same spot as the young prince sprinted and threw himself at him in a mix of misleading attacks that attempted to both pull his attention elsewhere and open his guard. Extra, even if rare, punches and kicks tried to make him lose his balance. Itâs been exactly one year, yet Qianqiu hasn't been able to make him move around the arena one bit.
A sudden kick going to his face made the boy yelp and twirl to his left, only to almost get a sword going right to his flank, but blocking it with his blade at the last moment.Â
âFocus.â His teacher remarked, starting a series of strikes aiming for his torso. âPull your sword closer to your body. Youâre paying too much attention in protecting your face and not losing your stance that it leaves your entire flank unprotected.âÂ
As if to prove his own words, his blade quickly aimed to his face, only to be immediately pushed away in a move that wobbled the otherâs grip on the handle. Before the prince could explore that, however, Fang Xin speedly twisted and turned his attack back to his sides. Again, Qianqiu almost didnât manage to rotate his long blade enough to catch it, being pushed away as the sound of metal scraping metal filled the training grounds. âKeep on rolling and jumping, if you must, just do not lose your balance and attention to your surroundings.âÂ
He striked again and, following his words, the young one threw himself on the ground and rolled away. Panting as he straightened himself, he watched his preceptor, reading his sword.
Before he decided to attack, Lang Qianqiu went first, deciding to just make his moves up as he goes. He jumped and twisted, aiming for the neck. He watched as the adult glided aside with an effortless grace and turned to block the blow, pushing the blades upwards, weakening his grip on the sword at an alarming speed. The thought of using their closeness to kick him away had just crossed his mind when a purple and white blur appeared right by his sides and-
He jumped away with a squeal, his lips being pulled in an unexpected smile, hand running to cover his ribs, skin still tingling.
What was that!Â
He turned around, pulling his sword even closer, face red from the embarrassing sound that just escaped from his mouth without his permission.Â
Someone had just tickled him!Â
Still reeling with the sudden bust of energy and tickly sensation, his eyes immediately stopped at Guoshi, staring at him warily, but being only answered with the same calmness and collectedness that always filled his every action and words.
Maybe was it him who�
âDo not charge right back in without correcting your mistakes and very much less without a plan.â Fang Xin went back to his initial stance, one hand holding his sword and the other resting calmly on his back. His posture had no flaws, his lips held no grinning smiles and his voice got no playful cadence that betrayed his serious tune. âRemember what I said, use your speed and versatility. Ready?â
âŠNo, it couldnât be him. The imperial preceptor would never step down to do something as silly and childish as tickling. He probably imagined it?Â
Once more, he watched his surroundings with narrowed, attentive eyes. Maybe it wasâŠ
There he was.
Behind him, on the other side of the arena, his friend smiled at him. Lang Quianqiu shuddered in alarm.Â
Since a couple weeks ago, when Qianqiu had used the otherâs distraction to unleash a playful surprise tickle attack on him, Xiao Mengyou had been using his every opportunity to tickle him senseless back, going even further as to wait the end of his last martial class - when he usually laid on the cold ground to get his breath back - to immediately attack him with pokes and wiggling fingers the very moment Fang Xin Guoshi turned his back and pretended to not hear them fooling around, leaving the prince giggling and squirming until he was tired enough to not immediately get him back as revenge.Â
(Too lost in their own game, none of them noticed the initial moment, when the adult turned back promptly at the squeal of the prince, ready to defend, only to stop and smile amusedly at the joyful friends in front of him, leaving them be and enjoy their own playfulness. There was a deep melancholy pooling in his eyes in that evening.)
Seeing that the attention was still on him, Mengyou made a walking motion with his fingers on his palm and then a thumbs up. Lang Qianqiu felt his eyes wide and he took a wobbly step backwards.
Did he just⊠confirm that he was the one who tickled him?
Watching his face, Xiao Mengyou smiled a tiny grin and nodded.
Lang Qianqiu bristled and started to head into his direction with firm steps. Mengyou frowned and tilted his head to the side, in apparent confusion.
âLang Qianqiu.â The crown prince automatically froze with the clear commanding tune on the otherâs voice, posture straight as he turned around to his teacher, suddenly remembering that they werenât alone in the arena.Â
âYour lesson is not over, yet. Focus.â His Guoshi seemed more amused than annoyed, though. Lang Qianqiu internally exhaled in relief. How embarrassing, his mind was really all over the place today. âLetâs start again.â
Nodding, the younger one went back to his stance, eying his opponent before charging straight in. He swore he listened to Fang Xin huff in exasperation, but the sound of blades colliding resonated louder and quickly pulled his attention back to the spar.
This time it took longer before he got distracted and another poke attacked his armpit as he tried to push his teacherâs hand out of his swordâs handle. He squeaked and jumped backwards, quickly scurrying away as Guoshiâs blade followed him without a rest.
And so, the onslaught of brief, equally light and impossible to ignore, tickly touches kept following him.
A prodding on his side and a loud yelp.
Another poke on his belly and a wheezy snort.
A tickle across his entire spine that made him jump and almost lost track of his teacher.
A scribbling on the back of his neck that pulled a couple of giggles out of his throat and sealed that silly, wobbly smile forever in his face.
All through this, he kept his fight. The adrenaline of waiting for another tickle attack and the wish of stop being so childish, giggling and squirming in front of the person he looked up the most, made him the most focused he has been the entire day, falling and rolling and charging blow after blow, fuelled by the bolts of electricity that ran across his meridians every time he saw a blur of white and purple in his peripheral vision and felt titters bouncing in his throat long before the ticklish feeling even touched him, descending in chuckles and huffs of laughter as he managed to escape another playful attack.
He had just managed to run right behind Fang Xin in an attempt for a surprise attack, when he felt something latch on the back of his robes, scurrying across his neck and jumping in between his articles of clothes. There was no escaping from the loud, surprised shriek that ran from his throat the moment he felt the tickles dig in his armpits, making both of his hands lock on the handle of his sword and his arms to clue to his sides, the attempt of protection being too late to stop the soft - so extremely, absurdly soft - sensation that ran up and down his pits, prodding and drumming and pulling hysterical giggle after hysterical giggle from him. His legs stumbled and his shoulders bounced with the energy and need to squirm away, but he kept his stance.Â
The tickling traveled to his back, scribbling freely on his ribs and poking incessantly his spine until the young prince gave up from his form and turned around in pursue of his attacker, eyes closed from laughter, trying to push whoever was targeting his shoulderblades with so much wiggling and scratching away. His cheeks were in flames with the way squeaky hiccups began appearing in between his crackles.
He tried to open his eyes to better escape and fight his revenge, but there was already tears blurring his vision and, the moment he felt that soft touch worming its way to his sides, all he could do was sheath his sword and swing it around blindly, ignoring how silly he must been looking (he would never forgive himself if he cut Xiao Mengyou by mistake).Â
Strings of âno, no, no, let go!â fell in waterfalls from his mouth, yet they did nothing to stop his sides from being lavished in tiny pinches and a playful spidering. His head was thrown backwards with the force of his laughter as he hugged himself, unsuccessful to himself from being tickled to pieces.
A strong, warm hand was laid on his shoulder and, lost in his laughing fit, Lang Qianqiu almost couldnât catch when Guoshi said to let him go and the tickling feeling magically disappeared.
The prince couldnât help the way he wobbled on the same place, tittering snickers and wheezy chuckles still filling the air, and leaned on Fang Xin, his Guoshi rubbing his shoulder while keeping his other arm tightly close to his body. His face had that expression he always carried when he was about to lecture him and leave another writing assignment, but it disappeared as quick as it came when he noticed Lang Qianqiu watching, his eyes instead twinkling with a suave amusement.
The crown prince had just gotten his breath back when his eyes traveled the rest of the arena and he saw his friend just a few steps of them, looking strangely uncomposed with a red hue painting his face. Lang Quianqiu squinted warily as he noticed his gaze and jumped on the same spot, getting closer.
As he opened his mouth to say something, the prince beated him to it, quickly straightening himself and turning around to bow politely at Fang Xin.
âI request a small break, please, Guoshi!â
Also looking a tad restless, but never losing his posture, Fang Xin nodded, getting his sword and walking away, probably to read some poem book as he always did during their moments of rest. Lang Qianqiu paid him no mind and instead swiftly turned back to his friend, who still looked flushed and confused.
âYour Highness, are you alright? I saw-â
His words morphed to a shriek when the crown prince jumped on him, no other word exchanged or mercy in sight as he energetically clawed his belly, chasing his loud squeaks until a high pitched laughter began to fill the entire arena, promptly making Xiao Mengyou immediately try to muffle it all behind his hands.
âWait! Why!!â
With the flourish of someone who had done this plenty of times before and would continue to do so for plenty times more, Lang Qianqiu simply huffed - half amused and half annoyed - and turned around, successfully sitting on his legs and trapping him in a very tickly destiny. Mengyou, with the same ease of someone who had been in this situation plenty of times before and knew very well about his future fate, started to squirm and trash much before he felt his shoes being pulled out, pleas falling from his lips like raindrops during the summer.
âYou Highness, no! Not my feet, please, please! You know, you know I am the most ticklish there. Your Highness, just leave them alonEHEHE! NOHO!â
Lang Qianqiu did not, in fact, leave them alone. Instead, he dodge a kick - not before leaving a few scribbles on that sole for his trouble - and grabbed his other feet, holding his ankle down in a firm but gentle grip and spidering his fingers from the lowest point of his heel to his toes in a way that he knew it would leave his childhood friend crazy, watching with a smirk as he clamped his hands even harder over his mouth. Still, he was unsuccessful to muffle the uncontrollable crackles and squeals at each tiny scribble that escaped from his lungs. For this he blushed even more, kicks getting more energetic.Â
Mengyou tried to roll away and escape, but, since the attack that hit Lang Qianqiu a couple of moments ago had been unrelenting, following his every move and tickling him everywhere, so was his comeback. His blunt nails chased his squirming no matter where, delivering scratches across his entire sole and focusing his pokes and scribbles on the sensitive spots he already knew it tickled the most.
The crown prince huffed with no heat when another strings of pleas and a few protests mingled together with the stray screeches that he managed to fish every time he concentrated his tickling right in the middle of his arch, changing from soft touches, full of circles being drawn slowly on the sensitive skin, to scratching it with no mercy, hysterical giggles and bubbly laughter dancing mingled in the air. Finally, when another squeaky âYour Highnessâ escaped his friend, Lang Qianqiu declared enough. He turned around fiercely and crossed his arms, staring directly at his friend, who barely watched him back with how much squinting in a big smile his eyes were.
âYou were the first one to start it! Even attacking me in front of Fang Xin Guoshi.â Just the reminder of how he completely lost his composure and giggled like a kid in the middle of the fight made his cheeks burn hot. The fact that the other simply kept watching him with gleaming eyes and restless titters also didnât help. âDonât you think I am being fair?â
Xiao Mengyou kept snickering and snickering, head turning around in an attempt to hide his silly, disheveled state. Lang Qianqiu almost pouted with how even the most ruthless attack to his most ticklish spot couldnât make him stop hiding his face.
When more moments flew away with him staring at his friend and the other being lost in a mess of giddy giggles, he reached skillfully behind him for his toes, burying his wiggling fingers right under them and spidering energetically, a joyful smirk appearing easily in his face at how this finally made Mengyou low his arms and sit up, trying to push him off his legs without any real force.
Seemingly as his words finally sank on the otherâs mind, Mengyou answered. âYou t- attacked me first that day! I was only getting revenge.â A snort flew from his lips and his face got even redder. âItâs been such a long time, too, Your Highness. Why tickle me back now?!âÂ
Lang Qianqiu was speechless. âSuch a long time? That is it!â
He got out of the otherâs legs, waiting as he took his breath back.
His childhood friend looked at the crown prince with a mix of surprise and wariness. Lang Qianqiu took the opportunity to turn around and run his gaze across the arena, noticing that Fang Xin Guoshi was nowhere to be seen. Uh. Maybe he got hungry and went to grab a snack? Well, since he still had some business to complete, Lang Qianqiu didnât care to think too much about it.
His golden eyes glinted with mischief when they turned back to stare at Mengyou, who jolted on the same place and braced himself.
âLetâs have a tickle fight.â Lang Qianqiu copied him, also preparing himself, determination clear in every trace of his expression. Mengyou felt slightly amused with how serious he was taking this. âThe first one to surrender wins and the loser canât get revenge anytime soon.â
Mengyou looked thoughtfully at him and the crown prince was sure that his friend havenât made his mind, and yet wasted no time in looking for the perfect place to strike, somewhere that would make him boneless and closer to surrender, that would make him forget everything besides how much it tickled and swapped his energy quickly. He found himself doing just the same, eyes locking on his knees before they widened in realization.
âWait!â He scrambled to take off his own boots. âNow we are even.â
âYour feet arenât as ticklish as mine, Your Highness.â As it always did, his voice stumbled just the tiniest bit over the word âticklishâ, but it still maintained a grumbling tone. Lang Qianqiu held his chin pensitive. âAnd the imperial preceptor will be back soon, there is no need.â
He was right.Â
âMy sides are my most ticklish spot.â As he conceded, the crown prince began pulling the string that kept his stash together, robes starting to loose up as well. âThat is fine, I will just take off my upper robes.â
âDo not!â In a flash, there were hands pulling his away and quickly tying his stash firmly back. Mengyouâs voice stumbled again, tune equally serious and a tad hysterical. âWhat are you thinking, Your Highness?! What if Fang Xin Guoshi comes back or your parents decide to oversee your lessons today? How will we explain if they see you in that state? It would be irresponsible of you at least and shameless at worst!âÂ
Properly admonished, Qianqiu let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. âI didnât think about that.â Then he shook himself and focused on the matter at hand, gold, intense eyes watching Xiao Mengyou again. âWe must have a fair tickle fight, still. I canât have it any other way!â
Sigh. âItâs easier to worm my hands on your robes than for you to do the same with my boots during a ti⊠our fight. I will just put my shoes back.â
Lang Qianqiu gaped at him. âHow is that fair? Youâre hiding your ticklish spot while you just said itâs easier to get mine!â
âWell, you already got me there!â
âYouâre making excuses, you tickle me on my sides all the time!â
âYes, just like now.â
âExact- wait, wh-â But before he could finish, Xiao Mengyou was already jumping on him, skilled fingers working their way to his sides and squeezing in a much more energetically determined way than his attack during his lessons, making his muscles lock up in place as squeaking laughter immediately escaped from his lips. Before he could lose all his force to the laughter, the crown prince attacked back, and soon two sets of giggles, squeals and crackling laughter were filling the air.
Until the sighing mentor came and declared the break over, even if there was still a different kind of gleam in his eyes.
The same gleam that stared now right back at him, in the middle of that forest, centuries later, with the former king of YongâAn alone and Fang Xin, no, Xie Lian being accompanied by the very own Ghost King, his friend.
Lang Qianqiu tried to escape the white silk that had so suddenly wrapped itself around him and rendered the younger martial god immobile on the floor. It was futile.
âWhat is this!â He tried to wiggle and squirm, but the fabric kept a firm, yet non bruising, hold on him. Like this, there was no way he could show his former Guoshi how he had grown his combating skills and how he probably could, if not take him in an equal fight, at least be a worthy opponent. An explosive indignation at the unfairness of Xie Lianâs tactic began flaring on him. âLet me go, this is not fair!â
âYou didnât specify that we should only use swords in our fight. Ruoye is my weapon, afterall.â If Lang Qianqiu had ever doubted that Xie Lian was indeed his old mentor, all of it would be gone now. The scolding, teaching tone was just the same, even after all the time. Although, it felt more tired, now. Older. âBesides, you should always be prepared for your opponent using unhanded tactics and surprise ambushes. If this was a real combat, you'd be dead already.â
Hua Cheng chuckled and for a moment Lang Qianqiu felt a wave of deja-vu wash over him, reminding the younger one about a similar situation when he had been rendered immobile in the past.Â
(That is right, Qianqiu realized, with shame beginning to fight against him and prickle his skin, his Guoshi had been there too, hadnât he?)
After such a true, yet unforgiving point, his lips pressed into a thin line, displeased. It was all just the same and infinitely different from those days when he was a teenager.Â
For one, even with everything, Xie Lian seemed much more carefree. It was in the teasing tilt of his smile as he kneeled closer, in the slight slouch of his form, in the way he chatted and displayed emotions that had never been present in his in the imperial preceptorâs face before. Fondness, insecurity and, especially, indecision. Fang Xin Guoshi seemed sure in every step he took. When he lied to him and when decided to tell the truth, when he saved his life (again and again and again) and refused his invitation to a duel right after Lang Qianqiu discovered his identity. His Guoshi had been giant, indestructible, bigger than anything that crossed his way. Sometimes, Qianqiu still saw him that way, in his dreams and nightmares.Â
Overlapping the image of his teacher and the kind god that ascended thrice seemed impossible.
Then he remembers him rescuing him in the Ghost City. He remembers being equally saved when he was twelve. He remembers his resolute composure when he confronted him about being his former Guoshi and the warm hand on his shoulder when Xie Lian woke him up after the heavenly conference. The way that he looked at him now. Serious. Admonishing. Somehow still soft.Â
Suddenly piercing together those two images wasnât really difficult at all.
Very different and yet the very same.
âLet us fight seriously this time! Only swords, no other weapons, until one of us surrenders or blood is drawn. Let me go, Guoshi.â
Xie Lian sighed in the same way he did centuries ago, when Lang Qianqiu kept pestering him to teach him said foolish maneuver that saved his life. The young one trashed more energetically in protest. âI told you once, didnât I? âDo not charge right back in without correcting your mistakes and very much less without a planâ. Tell me, how could you have prevented me from winning the fight?â
Immediately his mind blanked with both the nostalgia and surprised feeling that ran through him and the former king stopped trashing, looking at his Guoshi with wide eyes. Xie Lian, then, looked horribly unsure for a moment, but in his next blink that expression was gone and he watched him in expectation, not taking his words back.Â
Lang Qianqiu could understand.
There was anger and indignation bristling in his chest. He wasnât that kid anymore, looking for the approval of his mentor, the person that he looked up to the most, the person that deceived him, who left a young boy, alone, scared, betrayed to rule an entire angered kingdom.Â
As soon as the anger came, however, it soon went away, leaving only tiredness and nostalgia behind. Lang Qianqiu didnât feel as furious as he had been when he discovered the entire truth, a long, long time ago. He wasnât as single focused on it as he once had been.Â
Itâs been so many years. So many centuries.
(Sometimes he still felt like that kid.)
As time passed in his silence, Xie Lian looked awkward, perhaps sad, and he recomposed himself, preparing to leave.
As usual, Qianqiuâs mouth moved first than his brain.
âI couldâve dodged Ruoye!â
Xie Lian froze on his way up, searching his face for something. He must have found it, since he went back to his kneeling position and Hua Cheng stopped looking at the younger with something dangerous in his glare. Lang Qianqiu itched to finish their previous fight. Before he could think too much about that, though, his former guoshiâs voice cut through his thoughts.
âIt would follow you no matter your move, which was already hindered by your surprise and slow reaction. Itâs a spiritual weapon with long range. Youâd still lose.â
He wanted to protest the use of âlosingâ on this occasion, since his victory truly couldnât hold any honor or weight after using such an improper ambush. However, before he could get a single word in, something white appeared in his vision field.
Lang Qianqiu blinked and turned to Ruoye, who seemed to shake in what seemed like an⊠attempt to a wave⊠or maybe it was a threat? The martial god would answer it in kind, even if just for the curiosity of seeing what the apparent sentient weapon would do, but his arms continued to be glued to his torso.Â
Something in his face must have answered it, since the silk twirled happily.
And then immediately proceeded to attack his defenseless neck and ears in a soft, light kind of tickle that made shivers run across his spine and his lips turn into a gigantic smile.
An old memory tried to resurface.
âWhahat is this?!â He protested in between his teeth. Tiny, high pitched giggles made his shoulders shake, Qianqiu did his best to both hold them in and try to escape the tickly attack. He scrunched up his shoulders, except this only encouraged the soft weapon to scritch excitedly behind his ears until he turned to hide them, leaving his neck open once more. He tried to shake his head, still the maddening, gentle scratching sensation followed him with no problems, dancing across his skin without a single worry. âDohonât! Let me go!â
An amused huff cut his silence. âMy, had I known about this, his capture at my kingdom wouldâve been much smoother and quicker. Maybe I could even have given a different, more exciting show to my subjects, raise his price a little.â
For a moment Lang Qianqiu imagined it and the scenario was so alarming that he immediately shook his head to expel it, throwing the embarrassing thought away. His giggles suddenly became much more difficult to keep at bay and, were it not for that, he would have some good words to share about Crimson Rain Sought Flowerâs clearly childish provocations!
âSan Lang, donât tease.â But Xie Lianâs tune was much more amused than chiding, hiding something in the depths of his words.
Lang Qianqiu turned around to demand he take his weapon away, but, just as he opened his mouth, Rouye decided to run across his spine and unleash an onslaught of unrelenting pokes and prodding on his sides, which made him arch his back and freed laughter to pour in waves from him, hysterical giggles twirling around every squeak and snort and suddenly the memory that had been itching in the back of his mind resurfaced.
The afternoon that Fang Xin Guoshi completed one year teaching him. Xie Lian never shared with the royal family the date of his birthday, so they decided to begin the tradition of celebrating this accomplishment instead. Lang Qianqiu couldnât stay still during the entire day, excitedly waiting for the end of his lesson, when he would be free to drag the imperial preceptor to his surprise gathering. His focus had been completely impossible to hold and he only managed to get distracted from the commissioned gift he had asked for Xiao Mengyou to bring him when, out of nowhere, during their sparâŠ
He then gasped in realization, turning his gaze at Xie Lian, narrowing eyes glistening in accusation, even if he was still unable to stop his uncontrollable loud laughter, especially as the prodding traveled to his ribs, spidering on them while getting dangerously closer and closer to his armpits, making him involuntarily squirm and snicker even more in anticipation.Â
Even so, he obligated his laughing mind to concentrate on his former mentor's silly shiny gaze.
âIt was you!â And, as if reading his mind and acting in protest, Ruoye drummed in that awful space where his pits and ribs connected, pulling a high pitched squeal out of his throat together with, of course, more crackles. âAnd Ruoye! You were the ones tickling me that day, not Mengyou!â
Xie Lian looked to the side with a way too innocent face to be genuine, a tiny, closed lip grin resting in his face, an almost silently amused, bigger smile escaping him. He didnât say nor deny anything. It was all the confirmation the former king needed.
As he continued to snicker, giggle and squeal, Qianqiu remembered about his ârevengeâ taken on his actually innocent childhood friendâŠXiao Mengyou definitely was going to kill him when he went to apologize that night. He could only hope it was not by the same way that Ruoye had decided to kill him that moment.
(Lang Qianqiu knew it was all a false hope, though.)
Xie Lianâs voice cut his thoughts.
âNow, again. Give me at least three ways you could have avoided this and Ruoye will let you go.â
Qianqiu felt the urge to grumble at this, but he snorted instead, starting to kick and protest when the soft silk gave the underside of his knee a curious poke.Â
It was all futile, though, his mentor was known for using different methods of teaching and centuries didnât change any of that, as it seems.Â
Lang Qianqiu could relate, he also had at least one feeling that truly didnât change after all this time, as well.
He would rather be running laps.
#Ticklish!Lang Qianqiu#Lee!Lang Qianqiu#Ticklish!Xiao Mengyou#tgcf tickles#tgcf tickling#Kanene's fic#Kanene's fanfic#LET'S GOOOO!!!! I FINISHED IT!!!! *FINALLYYYYY*#I am so so sooooo happyyyyy teheeeee#I feel like they are kind of ooc because I can't see xl trying to insert himself again in lqq life's after.... well everything#but maybe in this au where everything goes better... maybe..... bruh. the amount of PRIDE u can see in xie lian's pov when he first sees lq#it makes me want to sob#no kidding. when I started to write that moment in the forest I remembered the canon. closed the fic and went to watch funny videos to cope#hgfdfghjklkjhg PLEASE LET XIE LIAN BE HAPPY WITH THE 8765456 KIDS HE ADOPTED PLS#LET HIM AND HUA CHENG HEALTHILY BULLY LQQ WHILE HE GETS ALL BRISTLING AND >:[ angy boy#also rip mah bro mengyou dfghjkjhgfdfghj got tickled just because <3 <3 <3 how dare he be so cute <3 <3 peace and love#I like to think that in this au HC keeps pestering Lqq Just Because and Lqq keeps wanting to duel him#hgfdfghjkkjvbn And Xie Lian also teases him but in his Own Way and Lqq only gets even more >:00 while Mengyou tries to#put some rational thoughts in him because no. you can't win against them STOP calling them to duel you#sad spoilery thoughts ahead#have u ever stopped to think how lqq still calls XL 'guoshi' centuries later? How his teachings are so intengrained him even after so long?#how xl sacrificed himself just to keep lqq's belief that life can be black and white and fair? how this belief about faireness#was what kept his subjects alive? 'cause lqq refused to blame and kill them even tho every elder around him kept pestering him to do so#have you ever think about how he was just 17 and alone? how xl kept saving his life even centuries later? I do. I do think about it
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Hey! Wriothesley anon here again~ You did such a good job in the hcs omg I love them! đ
He also TOTALLY in character btw donât worry! I really his entire story quest and heâs a very good and nice boi đ
I love the part where you said that he laughs freely because YES?! I donât think that he would be the type at all to hold back his laughter (at least in private) because he just doesnât see a point to it?? His mentality is âit tickles so of course Iâm going to laugh no point in holding backâ
Oh and also the part where you said that if his ler is feeling insecure about it heâll help them out by folding his hands behind his head. Heâll lightheartedly tease them a bit but heâs got no problem with giving himself a bit of a disadvantage because heâs amazingâš
I agree that it takes a lot to bring his stamina down, but once his defenses are down I see him as kind of a light beggar if that makes sense? Like he never really says stuff like âplease stopâ or âI canât take itâ unless it gets REALLY bad, but heâll more so say things like âokay okay okayâ and âcan you switch spots?â. He doesnât not say stuff like âpleaseâ or similar stuff because itâs embarrassing for him itâs more so that he feels like if he still has some more stamina to take it then he will. Heâs got no problem saying please though if you got him really good đ€
Also I think his hips are sensitive to light and slow touches like tracing and scratching (it gets him squealing) âïž
SORRY FOR HC DUMPING I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS đ
YOU DONT HAVE TO APOLOGIZE IM EATING THESE UP
And Iâm so happy you liked my hcs!! And especially that you thought they were in character đâ€ïž âA very good and nice boiâ ajksgjsks an excellent summary of Wriothesley ~
Right??? A lot of characters I feel like would try to hold their laughter back or be embarrassed that they canât and ofc I love my blorbos living in denial but Wriothesley accepting it so easily is kind of refreshing??
Leave it to the cryo boy to be so chill ~ I can see him teasing his ler about using handcuffs as a joke but when theyâre actually interested, heâs surprised for a second before giving a little smirk like âoh- I donât see why notâ
Ahhh but now Iâm just thinking about lightly scratching at his hips and taunting him about not being able to escape his own cuffs and him giggling out âI would but you took the ke-hehehe!â Heâs too fucking cute ahgghhhghghgh
But him being a light beggar is so true!! That only makes it that much sweeter of an achievement when you manage to illicit the rare squealed out âpleaseâ đ
Back on the lighter touches though, what are your thoughts on his scars being more sensitive? đ from what Iâve seen, he doesnât seem too bothered by his scars so maybe he wouldnât mind them being touched (Iâm a sucker for scars being feather ticklish so Iâm naturally biased lolol)
#dude these headcanons are making me want to chew on drywall bc heâs so fucking!! cute!! and i donât know what to do with myself ahgfsjhfs#/pos btw đ#genshin impact#wriothesley#tickling#ticklish!wriothesley#also i am having more Thoughts about him getting to the point of /proper/ begging but bc I dont know how old you are or#how you feel about really intense tickles Iâll just keep them to myself LOL
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seven minutes of misunderstanding â satoru gojo
of all the ridiculous situations you've found yourself in, being trapped in a closet with satoru gojo has to top the list. especially when you're convinced he's dating his best friend.
Of all the places you expected to end up tonight, being crammed in a tiny closet with Satoru Gojo wasn't one of them.
A stupid campus party game had somehow led to this momentâyou, him, and about fifteen winter coats in a space barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
You're painfully aware of every point where your bodies touch â your back against his chest as you try to avoid the hanging coats, his breath tickling your neck, his hand awkwardly hovering somewhere near your waist like he's not sure where to put it.
The closet is so small that when you attempt to turn around to face him (because somehow facing him seems less intimate than having his breath on your neck), your chest brushes against his.
You hear his sharp intake of breath, feel the way his body tenses against yours. You're so close to him in a way it makes your skin tingle, and you're grateful for the darkness hiding your blush.
"So..." Satoru drawls. "Come here often?"
"Did you seriously justâ" You try to gesture incredulously and end up elbowing him in the ribs with enough force to make him grunt. "Shit, sorry!"
You try to put some distance between you but that only results in you stepping on his foot. "Oh god, I'm so sorry! Again!"
"Justâdon't move," he says, his hands finally finding your shoulders to hold you still. You feel the warmth of his palms through your shirt as he clears his throat. "We could just... not do anything. Nothing has to happen if you don't want it to. We can just wait it out."
The consideration in his voice surprises you. You try to see his face in the darkness and end up with a mouthful of fuzzy coat. After spitting out what you hope isn't synthetic fur, you say, "That's really sweet of you. And like, I get it. This must be super awkward for you too."
"Awkward?" He sounds puzzled.
"Yeah, I mean... being stuck in here with a girl when you're..."
"When I'm what?"
"You know..." You wave your hand vaguely in the narrow space. "I just meant, like, with you and Geto..."
There's a moment of complete silence, and then Satoru starts laughing so hard you can feel him shaking against you. "You thinkâ me and Suguru? Oh my god, is that why you turned me down for lunch last month?"
"Wait, what? I thought you were just being nice! You're always hanging all over Getoâ"
"Because he's my best friend."
"And that time I saw you feeding himâ"
"He had a broken arm!"
"The couples' costume at Halloweenâ"
"We were Mario and Luigi! They are brothers."
Every explanation makes you want to dissolve into the floor more. "Oh my god," you say. "You know everyone on campus thinks you're gayânot that there's anything wrong with that! I totally support you two, you're so cute together andâ"
"Can you please stop," he interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips to silence you. "I am very, very interested in women."
Your heart skips. "Oh, really?"
"Yes." His voice drops lower as he removes his finger from your lips. "One woman in particular, actually." You can feel him lean closer. "And she's currently pressed up against me in a very small closet."
"Oh," is all you can manage, your brain short-circuiting as you process his words. You try to lean back slightly, but there's nowhere to go, and suddenly his face is very close to yours.
Then he asks a question you never thought Satoru Gojo would ever ask you. "Can I kiss you?"
The question is soft, almost vulnerableâso unlike the usual Satoru you know. When you don't immediately respond, too shocked to form words, his hand comes up to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze in the darkness. "Can I kiss you?" he asks again, his thumb brushing across your lower lip.
A breathless "yes" escapes your lips before you can overthink it.
The first brush of his lips against yours is gentle, questioning, like he's afraid you might change your mind.
Then you grab his shirt and pull him closer, and gentle goes right out the window. He kisses like he's trying to prove a point, like he's been thinking about this for ages, and oh â maybe he has been.
His hands slide from your face to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss. You gasp against his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue against yours, drawing a small sound from your throat that makes him grip you tighter.
"Still think I'm gay?" he says against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck that make your knees weak.
"Not sure," you tease him, even as your head tilts back to give him better access. "Might need more convincing."
You feel him smile against your neck. "More convincing, huh?"
In one fluid motion, he presses you more firmly against the wall, his body completely flush against yours. One of his hands slides into your hair while the other grips your hip, thumb stroking the strip of skin where your shirt has ridden up.
"Let me be very clear then." He punctuates each word with a kiss. "I am veryâ" kiss "âveryâ" kiss "âinterestedâ" kiss "âin you."
His hand tightens in your hair as his tongue sweeps against yours, drawing a small whimper from your throat that makes him groan in response.
"God," he breathes against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"
You can't form a coherent response because he's already kissing you again, harder this time, more desperate. Something falls off a nearby shelf as you shift against him, but neither of you care.
You're so lost in each other that you don't hear the warning knock. The door flies open, flooding the space with light and the sounds of party chaos.
"God, finally!" Geto's voice breaks through the stunned silence. "Do you know how long I've had to watch him pine over you?"
"Suguru, I will literally murder you," Satoru growls, but he doesn't let go of you. Instead, he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Wanna leave this party?"
And oh, you do.
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⧠âșËł cw. fem! reader, soft dom nanami, praise, p in v, mdni.
husband nanami was a patient man. he treated you like glass, so delicateâhe didnât want to ever break you. with something as passionate as intimacy though, he made sure to go slow and take his precious time with you. after all, you were his baby. yet, thereâd be one time where you ask for him to be a bit more rough. just a little, he playfully raises a eyebrow at you before swiping a thumb underneath your chin. âgo râŠrougher?â and his words were a mere sweet whisper.
ây- yes, âs okay, âken,â youâd nod with a tiny tremor in your voice. as heâs giving you slow, deep strokes, the heel of your foot sensually rubs down against his back. pulling him closer to you, you coat the edge of his twitching pink lips with chaste kisses. âi can handle it, promise.â
âokay, sweetheart,â a soft, genuine smile pulls against the crevices of his mouth before he returns the kissing gesture, a candied mwah. grabbing your knees, he gently moves them up toward your jostling chest. âyouâre so perfect,â he groans, hearing each lewd moan elicit out of your throat like it was nothing. âmhm, hold my hand. good girl,â he breathes, his sloppy hits against your core starting to quicken and you bite your lip. in a heaving voice, he buries his face into your neck. a strong musk of cologne wafting against your nostrils. âif you want me to go rougher, iâll go rougher, my love. just for you.â
his pace was swift and gentleâmahogany colored irises of his continue to pour into your gaze. nanami feels his heart flutter once your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. with a single arm, you drag him further into you, another hand squeezing onto his. masses of fingers intertwine between each other as you moan from his touch. with nanami accelerating in a more quick pace, he presses a kiss against the bridge of your nose.
ât- this . . alright, sweetheart?â he asks in a soothing tone, an eyebrow entwining as he meets your loving stare. god, you were just so beautiful like this underneath him. he could stare at you all day and not get bored of your beauty right in front of him. ânot going too hard, am i?â
âyes, âs good, baby.â you nod, feeling his grip against your left hand tighten just a bit more.
with a concise sharp piston of his hips, heâs more forward and he sibilates a groaning grunt the second he feels your soddened walls grip against him in such a compressing way. as if you thought you were clingy with nanamiâyour pussy was even greedier, hugging tightly onto his shaft as if you never wanted to let go. granted, you didnât.
not now, not ever..
as you depart your fingers from his, you start to feel up against nanamiâs bulky arm as heâs repeatedly jerking into you. heâs panting, blond strands of hair run down his face and he has to constantly shift his head back so he can look at you. he relishes in your cute expressionsâhis favorite part of intimacy was to just stare into those pretty eyes of yours that successfully captured his heart.
you moan again, your hand trailing down against the veins near his armsâheâs so beefy. your fingers then reach near his wrist. clammy digits of yours ghost against the frigid texture of his pricey g-shock that swaddles around his wrist. the watchâs been broken for years, but it was a gift from you so he still proudly wears it. flaunting it with a sweet smile on his face everytime.
âf- fuuuck,â you start to babble, feeling his twitching cock continue to pump you full of staggering inches. your ankles rub all against the outer sides of his back to where it almost tickles him. nanamiâs moaning right with youâhot chest pressing up against yours. skin ruthlessly slapping so loud that itâs reverb echoes throughout the entire room. itâs like a song of its own, the bed chimes in to pitch a few notes as well from the constant melodic creaking. âdonât stop, kento. âs good, i love you.â
âsweetheart,â he inhales a sharp breath, dimples poking against the corners of his mouth. youâre so whiney, he grips against the fat of your thighs with a single hand before you feel him still bottoming out from the inside. âoh, dear. mhm, you drive me crazy, you know that?â and his voice was lighthearted, he was still moaning himself before heâs still stretching your walls out in the process. as his chest heaves, nanami presses a long, adoring kiss against your lips before he cups your chin. âi love you too. more than you could ever know..â
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â§ïœĄË a shy nympho camgirl seeks a partner to help her film content on a dating app. soon, meeting up with a handsome man who's willing to do anything for the pretty girl he chats with.
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ౚৠâ ê° đđđâđâđ đđđđĄđĄđŠ đĄâđđąđâđĄđ ê±: this took me so long to finish y'all but im super proud of it. one of my favorite works so far so i hope yâall enjoy. âĄ
you hold your notebook in your hands, a bright pink color with numerous doodles sketched onto its cover, your pen on the back of your ear as you slowly cross off a list of things you needed to buy while browsing on your laptop. your room is quiet aside from the soft sound of music playing from your stereo, beyoncĂ©âs cowboy carter album playing from start to finish while you slumped into your soft pink duvet hiding beneath a white canopy slip. the air is crisp how you like, a fresh, chunky strawberry is chewed between teeth, and your skin is freshly scrubbed and moisturized, only covered in a matcha green two piece short and tank set. a laptop sits on your thighs as you cross your legs, twirling your left calf as you bury your back into your mountain of plushies.
this was frustrating. you never realized how hard this would be to find someone to fuck, let alone film content with. youâd made a profile on hinge a week prior to now, and most of the matches werenât close to peaking your interest. most of the men seemed like creeps, some too old . . . giving very much grim reaper. and others, too young, freshly adults at that. you think youâve made yourself appealing enough. cute profile with full faced pictures, personality traits, daily interests even . . . but it somehow didnât attract those you truly wanted.
as your sticker covered macbookâs motherboard screamed for air, warm on your thighs and now sliding on your tummy the further you leaned back. . . you were growing tired. huffing and puffing from literal exhaustion. am i wasting my time? should i just go out and find people like in the movies? but this generation made it so hard to even physically connect anymore. what happened to people running into each other at a coffee shop, a book store, a park? sharing interests and going on dates. granted, what you were looking for was strictly work related. you wouldnât dare stare a stranger in the eye you bumped into at the farmers market and ask, âhey, wanna fuck me for content?â itâd be tasteless. you have self respect. others may think differently considering your side quests to fund the unfathomable reality of adulthood on top of just being a girl.
âthis fucking sucks,â you groan to yourself, thumb aching from how quickly you hit the big âxâ on the bottom left corner of your phone screen.
maybe it was time to call it a night. you had an early shift at the salon, about five clients to be exact, booking either re-twists, goddess braids, or a wig install. so you had to save your hand strength. sighing, you shut off your laptop and set it aside on your nightstand, disconnecting the music from your phone before getting up to cut off the light. your fluffy cat that laid on the edge of your bed shooting her head up in alarm, ready to follow at any adventure you pursued.
ârelax, mommyâs not going anywhere,â you smile assuredly, knee dipping into the bed as you lean over to smooch her on her tiny head, pointy ears tickling your cheek as you watch her tail sway. âgood night, sweet â oh, fuck! i forgot to feed you. iâm so sorry baby.â
the alert in your tone has the black cat stand in attention, cursing to yourself as you slip on your heart printed slippers and make your way towards the kitchen, your studio apartment being on one level making this task easier. you listen to her tiny paws thud on the floor after she jumps off the bed in a hurry, dashing in front of you, damn near tripping you.
âoh my god, youâre so extra,â you shake your head, but couldnât help but laugh. she meows at you violently, as if you hadnât fed her in two weeks. rolling your eyes, you reach for her bowl off the floor to clean before opening a fresh can of fancy feast, using one of her plastic spoons to arrange her dinner.
whilst she awaits, you canât help but glare at the screen of your phone as it suddenly dings, forgetting to turn off your ringer. hovering over it to activate your face i.d, it immediately opens the hinge app, reloading the page to see a new match. the air you inhaled suddenly catches in your throat as you stare wide eyed at your screen, the man in your view is just what youâve been waiting for.
âoh, holy fuck,â comprehension wasnât on your radar seeming as you lost the ability of the cat food in your hand, dropping it to the floor and flinching from the mess your fur baby began chowing on. sucking your teeth, you mutter, âgoddamit. no, no. stop it.â
flailing your hand gently to get her to stop, you snatch the can and dump the remainder in the deep oval ceramic bowl. you try to ignore the rapid pounding of your heartbeat, unsure why it went so astray. maybe itâs because youâve never seen a man so fucking fine. deadly fine, foul almost. as if it was such a disrespect to all beings. sheâd cleaned up her own mess, so you take the time to grab your phone and lean against the sink to observe this man further. he had matched with you, of course, otherwise you wouldnât have been so depressed a few minutes ago . . . unless you were waiting for him to like you back.
toji. itâs his name. simple, nice. he only has about three pictures, one of them a huge black cane corso with a gorgeous silky coat. it made sense given the vibe he was giving. dark, intimidating, sexy. jet black hair, slender smoke gray eyes, sharp jaw and a fascinating scar on the side of his mouth. another thing you noticed was how big he was. most of the clothing he wears sticks to his skin like glue. molding the outline of his muscles, the thickness in his arms, the heaviness in his thighs, the brick trail of his abdomen.
a certain feeling burns in your chest, and between your legs as you scroll to see the last image. heâs sitting on a beach chair, thighs spread in black cargo pants, matching tee, a yuengling beer in his hand and a cross dangling around his neck as he takes a sip of his beverage with a hungry look into the camera. itâs cocky, possessive, dominant. the dark brows above his eyes lowered with attentiveness. his shirt is half risen above his abdomen, and you can easily see the dark trail of hair leading into his crotch. itâs full there, clear as day. so itâs easy to tell he carries something serious.
fuck. âfuck,â you feel yourself growing hot, blowing out a breath of air before making your way back to your comfy bed to stare at him more. what a fucking man. honestly, youâd never seen someone so of your standard. exactly your type. before messaging him, you check his profile a bit deeper to make sure youâre not mistaken of anything. find some flaws, though profiles only express so much.
thirty-six, that makes you moan. thatâs a twelve year age difference. though that only makes him hotter. not too old, nor young. heâs a . . . gynecologist.
âso heâs good with pussy,â you giggle to yourself. he makes a decent amount of money. heâs into fitness, clearly. cars, politics, sports. seemed like a pretty laid back man to you.
without even realizing, he had already messaged you, your heart dropping to your toes at his first response.
toji
iâve seen you before.
you blink, fingers typing quickly.
you
mhm, where?
he takes a moment to reply, so you fiddle with your necklace out of anxiousness, laying on your stomach and swaying your feet.
toji
sounds a little embarrassing, but an adult website.
you
sounds about right. does that bother you?
toji
i wouldnât have matched with you if it had.
you
so youâre saying if i wasnât a porn streamer you wouldnât even look my way?
those three dots prolong longer than you wanted, only making you aware he didnât know what to say.
toji
i matched with you because i find you attractive. whether you want me in that way or not is up to you. i want you.
heâs straightforward. you canât help but bite the tip of your acrylic, smiling like a stupid teenager, kicking your feet in the air. the attraction being mutual boosting your ego.
âi want you, daddy,â you joke to yourself.
you
iâm assuming youâve read my bio. iâm looking for someone to film content with! if youâre down for it, we can meet in person and talk about it! iâm not really looking for a relationship. . . right now at least. ( ËÍ á” ËÍâĄ)
toji
of course, sweetheart. iâm free saturdayâs and sundayâs. you donât seem that far from me. letâs grab italian. my treat.
thereâs something blunt and grown about him, you can practically feel his intimidation radiating through your fingertips. he seems just like the kind of man you knew would fuck you stupid. scream his name until the walls bled. until youâre trembling, and the sheets are off the bed, and his sweat is on your back so arched to the point where itâs painfully delicious. biting your lip, you had nothing else to lose. you needed his help, heâs offering lunch, you only live once.
you
you had me at italian. saturday at 2?
toji
saturday at 2. see you then, darling.
ââ ââ ââ ââ ââđŒ
the nostalgic scent of blue magic hair grease fills the air of the salon, your fingers working tirelessly to intricate detail into the womanâs scalp you worked on. your last client of the day in fact. you couldnât wait to clock out and grab a bowl from chipotle, thinking about it your entire shift. fingers entwining artfully as braiding hair flicks from angle to angle, you finish up the final knotless braid with a hard working sigh. you tried to remain optimistic after sheâd taken her seat, unfortunately arriving an hour late to her appointment. said she had âissuesâ with her boyfriend, smelling like weed and partially slurring her words when she came in. but you could care less when you were on a time crunch.
you hated when people wouldnât respect the clearly listed rules on your account. so, for that, sheâd be paying a late fee. after you applied moose and rosemary oil to her scalp, sheâd pay you through apple pay and be on her way. you thank her, and when sheâs out the door, you instantly turn to your friend and roll your eyes.
âyouâre too damn nice for doing her hair. i wouldâve told her ass to kick rocks after showing up that damn late,â amethyst speaks, crosslegged and shaking her head as she digs her fork into her chinease platter, filled to the brim with shrimp fried rice and popcorn chicken. the smell alone makes your tummy growl. âdid she even tip you?â
ânot at all,â you brush off, not even wanting to think about it anymore. âstill got my money at the end of the day.â
âhey, youâve been off the whole day, everything alright?â amethyst proceeds to question, and your shoulders slump as you halt from sweeping up hair off the floor.
aside from tireless appointments, you couldnât get toji out of your mind, super impatient, even anxious for saturday to come. itâs two days away until you finally meet him. youâve texted here and there, shared a few updates on life or spoke of relating passions and wanting desires. you had told him your occupation outside of being a camgirl, and how dissatisfied with it youâve become. this field wasnât for you anymore. the passion for it is dying, the clients grow irritable, and you just wanted to breathe. you feel like youâve been working your whole life. in conclusion, since fifteen. started from an early age dealing with responsibilities due to financial constraints within your family. your mother raised you on her own, along with four other children. and being cursed with the older daughter syndrome, you developed faster than you wanted to. barely having time to live your life until you moved out. even then, itâs been all about work. you needed an island getaway.
âthis week just burnt me out. iâm just glad itâs almost over,â you reply, not having the energy for a full conversation. she was a sweet girl, albeit very nosey. you try to keep events in your life private, gossip to a minimum.
âawe, bookie,â she pouts. âwhatâs your plan for tomorrow? me and the girls were gonna check out that new club âsin.ââ
shaking your head, you disagree. ânow you know iâm not big on clubs. have an art piece to work on anyways before the weekend comes. so iâll be busy.â
amethyst nods. âwell, alright then. i guess iâll just see you whenever you get booked again.â
you donât know why that felt like a backhanded response. youâre only here three times out of the week, and most of those days you see about five to six clients. everyone else had a bigger following on social media, meaning more attention, more money. you believe because you arenât so passionate for this major, your ability to promote and put effort only shows in your adult entertainment career. since itâs where most of your income comes from as of four months ago.
âguess iâll see you.â
after packing your ballerina pink telfar bag with all of your tools, you wave goodbye to everyone before making your way to your white honda civic, interior a vast splash of pink matching the two-piece skims set you wore. shorts since the weather is about seventy-five degrees today. buckling yourself in, your only agenda is to head to chipotle and then home. ordering your delectable signature bowl of barbacoa, fajita veggies, guacamole, pico de gallo, corn, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, and refusing to eat the bowl without their vinaigrette and a side of chips.
itâs around 9pm when youâre finally cleaned off from a hot shower, curly hair pushed back from your face with a hello kitty headband as you finish your skincare, sitting at your vanity while scandal plays in the background. youâd already eaten your food about an hour ago, even taking a thirty minute nap to regenerate for this art piece you needed to finish. in total, you had about three jobs; hair stylist, camgirl, ceramicist. you had an etsy profile where people bought cute little things of yours you liked to sculpt. tea pots, coquette flower pots, plates, heart cake jewelry boxes . . you name it. you had a few orders for mini miffy trinkets you had to ship out by saturday.
saturday. the warmth in your gut swarms at the thought of seeing that man. quite frankly, youâve been unable to relieve your mind of him. heâs like a poison, hard to get rid of, but desperate to stay bonded with you. and you wanted nothing more than to be buried in his embrace; small and fucked out. since heâs been busy with work, and so have you, there hasnât been much time to even call and chat. then again, you wanted to wait to see him in person. to feel that magnetism stronger than it already was. two days away and youâre anxious to even hear a hello.
while patting your toner into your face, you gaze through your mirror to see a scene playing from your show where fitz and olivia fight before they fuck for the hundredth time. the way he grabs her, speaks to her, caresses her and worships her. it has you thinking of toji instantly. the burn for him aching more than normal. practically feeling his eyes on you the way he stared into the camera in that one photo, long fingers clasped around the glass bottle, craving for that lock around your throat. wondering how tight heâd make it. would you be able to breathe? would he kiss air into your mouth to help you? tell you itâs okay, to feel it all, to take it all, to cum on his dick till you're milking him dry?
your thighs squeeze together from your imagination, staring at your reflection . . . and itâs all in your eyes. deep arousal, and the harsh clench you currently held your moisturizer in, close to grinding in your seat to ease the buzz of your clit. thereâs only one solution for this, and you might as well make money off it. standing to your feet, you think not a second more before retrieving your laptop from your closet, setting it on your vanity desk and logging into the domain of prettyfuckbunnies.com. it seemed to be the main site for growth, given your eight thousand dedicated subscribers. you check yourself in the mirror once more before going live, rolling your chair back a few inches so they could see your entire frame. dressed in nothing but a small red slip dress.
angelbwrry is live!
your subscribers were notified well before others, hundreds of them swarming the chat within seconds. you were a new favorite, a prized star of the platform. admiration from both women and men. people who tipped you just for being pretty. others here for the obvious. applying gloss to your lips, you stare intensely into the camera, the character you play going into affect.
âhi,â you mutter quietly, slowly titling your head to the side as you bite your lip and sink lower into your seat, back arching. âiâm so fucking horny, and i just need someone to watch me fuck myself.â
the black kuromi chair you sat in begins to sway as you gently swing yourself side to side, eyes trained on the chat to witness them praise you, some comments degrading off the rip that you chose to ignore, others demanding you get on with it. for the most part, you tend to be discreet with sharing much about yourself. technically, you werenât hiding much, your face easily accessible and probably even less hard to track. youâd always pray that there wasnât a psycho willing to go that far just to find you. role playing was your forte. writing ideas for new personas to please them. and you had fun doing it. youâd never do something you werenât in to for the satisfaction of others. never took private calls, or meets ups for obvious reasons.
but, you had to talk about him.
âi met this guy i canât get outta my head,â the softness in your tone making dicks go erect and clits beat, the chat asking questions and growing fond of your way of interaction. âwell, maybe not met. weâve texted, and i meet him in a few days. possibly someone youâll see on the channel. and . . .â
the tenseness in tojiâs neck bothers him as he groans and leans back into his officeâs chair, fork in one hand as he chews on his salad from sweetgreen a coworker grabbed for him, reading through emails his secretary confirmed appointments of, needing to add it into his schedule to be aware of what he can fit between. needing to run a few errands this weekend. the white doctors coat clings to his body, one foot raised to rest on the front of his desk, manspreading and jaw shifting as he finishes his food tiredly, knowing he wouldnât eat a thing once he got home.
âgoodnight doctor fushiguro! get some rest tonight, yeah?â a body comes to view of his secretary; a woman with glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, a chunky face and beautiful red hair. she waves enthusiastically.
toji smiles, the older woman trying her best not to swoon. heâs young enough to be her son. âgood night, miss thorn. thank you for today. you get home safe and enjoy your trip. i wanna hear all about it when youâre back.â
âyou know youâre the first person iâm running to tell!â she chirps, toji chuckling. âi left my keys on the main desk. donât forget or else youâll have to break open the drawer for your patients files.â
âiâll be sure to remember.â
twenty minutes pass and tojiâs cutting off lights to his small facility and locking up. twirling the keys on his long finger, starting up the sleek black maserati ghibli gt sitting in the parking lot from his key. a black patent leather messenger bag hanging from his shoulder, doctors coat discarded and now attired in his usual black tee with matching slacks. setting it beside him in the passengers seat, he gets a ding! from his cellphone, resting his shoulders in his seat before checking what it was, perhaps it was miss thorn, she tends to leave things behind.
angelbwrry is going live!
toji raises a brow from the notification, checking the sapphire bulova watch on his wrist for the time. 9:54pm. why were you up so late? forgetting people have other schedules, heâs so used to being asleep around this time, much more having to be done today the only reason he was still in the office way past the hour it closed. part of him grows inquisitive, wondering if he should invade your privacy or what not. though, heâs not new to your escapades. heâs seen every inch of your body, memorizing it quite literally. heâs not ashamed to say youâve gotten him off a few times these past months. he feels like he knows you on a deeper level now, so itching for that perverted behavior would be indecent to both of you. especially if heâs seeing you in two days . . . for a conversation about what you do and his potential participation.
nothing wrong with just watching, right?
as the engine to his car hums, toji finds himself in a devious act, clicking onto your feed and finding you displayed in your feminine bedroom. the videos on mute momentarily before heâs going full screen and turning his phone sideways. there you were, small and standing tall as the slip that barely clung to your body arose the more you moved. hips wide, thighs full, nipples taut and tits defying gravity. the strap on your right shoulder falls elegantly, your hair hoisted up by a claw clip and your brown skin radiating glow. the man openly groans from the sight, knowing you smelt so good.
âwait, i have an idea!â the cute tone of your voice blares through his phone, a smirk painting his stern features as he watches you scramble for something in your room, your slip riding up your ass. the hourglass shape of your body, to the pudge of your tummy . . heâs enamored.
he, and a thousand other people watch curiously as you lift the seven foot mirror that previously leaned against your closet door and position it on the floor at the edge of your bed. then, youâre digging into your bottom drawer for something else, toji catching a brief glance at the chat raving and thirsting from the view of your perky ass peaking out, a tiny birth mark under the left one. the cellulite in your legs that squish together from size, the stretch marks leading from beneath your ass cheeks down to the backs of your knees. so fucking soft.
âta-da!â you wave the object in your hand courageously, an evil grin on your face as you show the crowd your confetti designed dildo, the brow on tojiâs face raising. he almost wants to chuckle. youâre so silly, he thinks. watching you dance your way back towards the mirror where you hum a tune to yourself, swaying your ass in the air for dramatics before plunging your toy onto the center of the mirror so it sticks, watching it spring for attention.
âgonna pretend this is him, âtill then. canât wait any longer,â your hands slowly drift up your thighs to show your audience your bare pussy, hiding between those luscious thighs of yours. he wanted to suffocate his face there badly. what you say almost goes over his head. pretend whoâs what?
toji ignores the flow of comments filling the chat, degrading you to some degree which he briefly clenches his jaw from, feeling somewhat protective. others praising you, acting like your cash pigs. pathetic, he thinks. he sees one comment in particular that makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
prinxxxspeach
arenât you seeing him saturday? call him now to come help you girl!!
donât fucking call me, angel. iâll nut in my pants right now if i hear you say my name. heâs slightly amused that you spoke of him. is that why you went live so late? thinking about him? so pent up, and impatient, you had to just fuck it out your system? heâd fuck you a lot better than that lousy toy you had, thatâs for sure.
you giggle from the comment, contacts still in your sockets so you can read what people are saying from afar.
âhe can wait for me. heâs making me wait,â itâs like an old film camera flipping to the next scene, or maybe his mind had gone blank from your response because now, now youâre sinking your tiny pussy onto your toy after coating it with lube, the reflection of your cunt for all to see in the mirror. watching as this toy splits you apart, pretty folds swallowing it deep as you balance yourself on the tips of your toes. fully sitting and rolling your hips to adjust, your mouth falls wide and a whimper escapes.
ânng, sâso deep,â that voice of yours is going to get you in trouble. the broken moans you release as you lift your hips to grind and bounce, face falling forward to look at yourself, seeing someone other than yourself. your imagination begins to run wild, and you forget a cameras watching you, dainty fingers caressing the mirror before laying your palm flat, as if youâre choking him. biting your lip, you occupy your other hand by molding at your chest.
you uphold your balance well, clapping your ass down against the mirror now coated with your slick, pussy squelching ridiculously loud aside from your weak moans and desperate whimpers.
âfuuck,â your breath hikes, sounds broken and almost pleading, eyes rolling back as you collapse to your knees and lazily rock back on your idea of a dick. by this point, tojiâs eyes are malicious, and his dick is hard in his slacks. shifting in his seat uncomfortably from what youâve done.
âlemme see your face,â toji whispers in the air, the heat rushing to his cheeks. the things you do to him truly fascinating.
âgâna cuum, mmph daddy!â a high pitched squeal you let out stuns him, your hips shifting back and forth hurriedly. the flesh of your ass moving like water, and heâs in a trance. daddy? what the fuck are you doing to him? he wonders if you knew he was going to purposely join your live. already talking about him gave it away.
âcâmon, angel. show me,â the blood swells in his cock rapidly, tip damn near dripping with precum, unable to help but palm his heavy hand with it, humming and widening his legs.
âtoo-jii,â itâs faint the words you falter, a pathetic whimper followed by drool covered lips and a cute squeak. your body trembles from the depth of your orgasm, riding out your high and giggling cutely to yourself. to others, the words were inaudible. but to him, he knew exactly what the fuck you said.
the way you smile at yourself in the mirror, as if youâre looking at his fucked out face, you slowly upturn your head to bring it back to the livestream, a drunken, and dangerous grin on your face. never in his years of life had a woman made him gulp. to fear for what youâd do to him. how bad youâd break him, make him go fucking crazy. yearn for your pussy on his mouth.
you were fucking ethereal.
ââ ââ ââ ââ ââđŒ
of-fucking-course youâd be running late. you were supposed to meet toji at two and itâs two thirty. the location of câest moi exactly twenty five minutes away from where you lived. you were close to the downtown area, not fond of parking down there but youâd drive faster than an uber can. you made sure to make toji aware of your lateness so heâs not getting the idea that you stood him up. never. not after the other day. you donât know what happened, but your mind took over your body and you couldnât help yourself. you only pray he didnât see it, not expecting him to. itâs embarrassing now that you think back on it.
you manage to make it out of the house twenty minutes after, throwing on a simple white pleated cami dress with a ruffled hem, ruched bust, and pairing of olive green sandals that had tea rose shaded orchids clipped onto the forefront. a teri cherry printed coach bag tight on your shoulder after you sped sixty miles per hour towards the restaurant, finding parking and hurriedly making your way inside.
âhi, reservations for fushiguro. iâm extremely late,â as you approach the host, you make out the sight of the man you were here to see outside instantly. sitting alone sipping a cup of coffee. his side profile all you can see, that deep scar carved into the side of his mouth, his veiny hands big as he clutches the mug . . and your throat clogs up.
heâs fucking . . . big. fuck being nervous before, this made you want to run and hide and never show your face. heâs practically hunching over the table, making it appear smaller than it actually is. his hair is midnight black, his broad shoulders and muscles suffocating the sleek gucci button up he wore, a few undone, eyes studying his cellphone, awaiting your call. one thing about being a doctor, heâs learned to be patient. understanding your alarm forgot to go off, or rather you slept through it . . seemingly growing to become impatient. he needed to see your face now.
âright this way.â
your feet follow blindly behind the hostess, trying your best not to trip over your own feet, heart beating drastically against your ribcage. your palms are sweaty, feeling the warm breeze of spring air hit your skin as the hostess leads you outside to the table where toji resides. he sees you before you see him, the sun beaming on your skin not nearly as hot as your cheeks suddenly became when finally making eye contact. your right hand picks at the ends of your dress anxiously, toji taking a stand to welcome you like a gentleman. itâs like slow fucking motion the closer you approach him, and when youâre inches apart, you can see the stillness on his face. he doesnât smile, his face is almost unreadable. not sure if heâs upset with you for being late, or heâs just not one for emotions.
âhi,â the hairs on your skin stand from the deep baritone of his voice, visibly swallowing as you stare up at him, height difference making you dizzy.
âhi,â you blink like an innocent doe. heâs hovering over you and the waiter whom sets the menu down on the table, his chest almost touching you as he comes around to pull your chair out for you to sit, finally getting so close to the point where he could breathe in your sweet perfume, the peony and white musk scent has him forcing down a groan. heâs staring intently at your backside, dark hair going to the middle of your back in wild curls, a bit frizzy due to the humidity outside.
âcan i get you anything to drink, miss?â the waiter addresses you, politely waiting for toji to move out the way.
why is your entire body on fire? no man has ever had this affect on you. his aura exudes something sinister, overtly masculine even. âu-um, yes please. can i just have a frozen sangria?â
âof course, iâll be back with that while you decide on your meal.â
âthanks,â you smile sweetly, trying your very best to avoid complete eye contact. once the two of you are alone, you build up the courage to look at him again. heâs seated once more, leaning back into his chair with a left arm resting over the back of the chair with his legs comfortably spread. he liked to do that a lot. his eyes are low, head adjusted somewhat to the left as he observes you.
âgood to finally see you,â heâs the first to speak, again. that fucking voice of his; raspy and dominant. how are you supposed to carry out a conversation without folding?
ây-yeah,â you clear your throat, sitting up straight after shyly clamping your hands between your legs and trying to hide like a porcupine. âi want to apologize again for running late. out of all days my phone decides to not ring my alarm. i rushed here as soon as possible. i hope you werenât waiting too long.â
his lips began to rise into a soft smile, and that eases your nerves. no one would notice youâd rush to get ready. so naturally pretty with your face glowing from rose water and petroleum jelly, hair brushed out, lashes only curled with mascara, lips lined with black liner and smothered with gloss while your prescription glasses sit on the bridge of your nose. too cute.
âsweetheart, no need for the sorryâs. i understand.â
heâs not mad, thank fuck. âkay,â you smile back, tucking pieces of flown hair behind your ear. âdid you order yet?â
âwas waiting on you,â he replied. âthough i kind of lost my appetite. iâm craving something . . . else. so, order anything youâd like.â
that was surely a double meaning. now, youâre not so sure if you had an appetite anymore. you couldnât bare to eat in front of this man right now. when the waiter came back with your drink, you downed half of it, toji chuckling from your anxiousness. you needed the liquid courage before uttering another word towards the man who watched you with motive, intention. the intimidation brewing from his body is corrupting you. you order a simple caesar salad, nothing too fancy.
âoh! i printed out the document we have to go over.â
tojiâs eyes trail to your hands that reach for your purse, acrylic nails painted a peony pink pulling out your notebook stuffed with an arrangement of papers as well as a pen. âguess we can call it like an nda, affidavit . . whatever. iâm sure youâre aware of the obvious on why. um, we can discuss boundaries within the bedroom . . . things we will or will not condone. a safe word is a must. if you donât feel comfortable showing your face iâd blur it out, but given i do livestreams most of the time thatâll be impossible. so iâd suggest a mask, which iâm actually in to so if thatâs something youâre willing to do . . â
toji nods as you continue to ramble, carefully analyzing everything you say, though, his mind begins to drift elsewhere. he still couldnât get that damn livestream out of his mind. killing himself these past two days just thinking about how fucked out he needed you to be, buried deep and crying underneath him. the cute expressions on your face when you moaned his name so publicly, as if you dared him to see. how desperately you fucked yourself on that pathetic toy of yours from the very thought of him. your whines, the illicit way you stared at your reflection in the mirror beneath your sculpture of a body you rolled seductively. he shifts in his seat, attempting to conceal the stirring of hunger within him as you continue to talk. he doesnât need a fucking contract. heâd fuck you good and wouldnât tell a soul.
his expression is firm yet tinged with a hint of something different this time . . anticipation. âwhy do you film content?â
the unwavering intensity in his gaze causes you to cut your sentence short, mouth forming an âoâ as you ponder on his question. was he even listening? âwhaâwhat do you mean?â
toji chuckles. âi mean, why do you film? is it your main source of income? do you enjoy submitting to hundreds of people? does it make you feel confident, make you feel good? why?â
that shouldâve been something you prepared yourself to answer. most of the guys you filmed content with didnât have personal answers to ask, nor did they care. they were simply there to have a good time and go about their lives. you came into this situation thinking thatâs what toji wanted as well. now youâre getting a gut feeling itâs more than that. or maybe youâre just an over-thinker. the whole point of making an account on hinge was to find better people to connect with for work, but most of them never got the job done, and you were tired of faking an orgasm and boosting a manâs ego. something about this one though, you can feel that heâs willing to worship you.
âwell, i actually have three jobs. hairstylist during the day, which iâm growing to lose passion for. iâm good with pottery so i make little things and sell them. and then as for filming content . . . itâs fast money. the economy is shit right now. minimum wage jobs arenât cutting it. rent prices are horrifying. i want to fund a new life for myself. to travel more, and just be a girl.â
toji smiles, admiring you.
âbali has been on my mind as a place to reside. itâs always been a dream of mine to be somewhere tropical. less breathing in polluted air and eating foods they pump full of hormones. mexico and puerto rico are also on the list. i really need to dip my feet in some sand or something. i donât know. itâs also kind of sexually liberating to be in my own bubble and enjoy myself in that way. i do it for no one but myself.â
toji sits up in his seat, taking a piece of ciabatta and smearing softened butter onto the breadpicked up a slice of bread and smeared some butter onto it. âi think that moving to a place like that is a good idea. thereâs a lot of bullshit in the world thatâs hard to run away from. if you feel like itâs whatâs best for your mental and emotional being, then go for it. you seem like youâve worked real hard your entire life. you deserve a break.â
the heat in your cheeks rise as he leans himself closer, guiding the bread to your lips, waiting for you to take a bite. you smile softly, sitting up a bit in your chair before taking a bite. toji watches intensely as you moan from the taste.
âisnât it much better when itâs given by someone else?â
âyeah, itâs good. real good,â you swallow, licking your lips to rid the breadcrumbs, reaching for your glass of wine to take another sip. âi have most of my savings in tact, so my plan is to be out of here by next year.â
the unadulterated pull between the two of you threatens to consume him as he stares at you, his body almost painfully yearning for your touch, your taste, your everything. toji can no longer resist. he reaches out and gently cups your chin, his fingers gently yet firmly tilting your face up to meet his smoldering gaze when you dared to look away. âhow âbout you take me with you.â
the entire scene switches, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, filled with a raw mixture of lust and vulnerability makes you fall shamelessly into his trance. you feel your heart patter against your chest, scanning his entire face with small indications of panic, and excitement. youâve been dying for his touch all week. you pray heâs as good as he looks.
âwhatâs the catch?â you breathe inordinately.
toji smirks. âwe get fake married or something and change our identities.â
you shake your head at his joke. âi need to see a ring first, mister.â
âmhm, you look like a marquise kinda girl,â he tongues his cheek, in deep thought. âgo to bali. i pay, you enjoy life.â
pairs of lips are mere inches away, toji ghosting his softly amongst your own, yours parting to follow. you feel like youâre in space, the feeling extraterrestrial. surrounded by depths of nothingness with only the two of you existing.
âi. . no, i canât let you do that,â you shake your head dismissively.
âyou deserve it.â
âyou donât know me.â
âgood. thatâll be the perfect occasion for us to spend more time together,â he concludes, softly pecking your lips to coax you into giving him what he needed. youâre stunned, unsure what to say, or to think. so, he doesnât make you think.
âfuckinâ kiss me,â his voice drops to a husky whisper, filled with a raw mixture of desire and vulnerability, eyes flickering from the plumpness of your lips to your eyes. âcanât wait any fucking longer.â
the heat of his breath mingles with yours as his lips brush against your own in a hungry, fiery kiss. his mouth devours yours with an intensity that borders on primal, each movement filled with a desperate need to taste and consume everything you have to offer. his tongue slips past your parted lips, eagerly exploring the depths of your mouth as if seeking to memorize every inch of you.
you were drawn in fully now and you didnât think youâd be able to pull away even if you wanted.
within the moment of your passionate kiss, as tojiâs rough hand trailed to grasp your throat, your waiter begins to approach with your salad, eyes widening as he noticed how deeply, and somewhat aggressively your make out session was. practically swallowing each others faces. deciding to mind his business and turn the other way. heâd come back in a few minutes. toji breaks the kiss abruptly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of reluctance.
âdamn this table,â he mutters, his gaze shifting towards the barrier separating the two of you. his breathing is ragged, body practically trembling with pent-up need. even so, he manages to pull himself together enough to maintain some semblance of composure.
heâs left you breathless, feeling something in your chest youâd never felt before, this attraction for him otherworldly. your lips are pouted, hands bawled into little fists levitating in front of your chest, as if you were begging for him to come back. when he begins to rise to his feet, you wonder where heâs going, eyes coming into immediate contact at the bulge growing tight in his jeans. you swallow, shifting your gaze up to the tall man that hovers over you possessively.
âgo home, send me the address. i gotta handle a few business calls then iâll be there at eleven.â
you hadnât noticed the way your teeth sunk into your lower lip as you give him those damn puppy eyes, as if youâre so fascinated by him, almost scared of him to leave right now. toji grabs the pen resting between your little pink book, signing his signature on the indicated line on the bottom of the page for your gratification. after, heâs fishing for the brown leather wallet in his pocket to place down a hundred dollar bill on the table to cover the tab and the waiters tip. then, he leans down, lips gently brushing against your forehead in a tender kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. he lingers just a moment longer, as if reluctant to let go.
âsee you later, angel.â
finally, and with that, he steps back, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment before he turns and walks away, the sound of his heavy footsteps echoes in your ears, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a lingering sense of anticipation for the evening to come. starstruck entirely.
đŒ
a rush of arousal burned within you like wildfire as you lay in your empty bed, yearning for the man who's been gone for only a few hours now. caressing your collarbone while chewing on your lip, your phone rests in your palm, excitement brewing for twenty minutes now ever since he texted you to let you know he was on the way. a black baby doll is adorned on your soft skin. ruffle lace details at the neckline and hem with a satin waistband tie at the back into a cute bow. matching mesh g-string panty, and floral patterns along the bust and hip area.
you took the time to curl your hair, reminding yourself to actually put your contacts in this time. also keeping makeup to a minimum with just mascara, a bit of blush, and some strawberry chapstick. skin moisturized in baby oil and spritzed with miss dior. . . waiting. the cameraâs set up across from your bed, trying to distract yourself by engaging in conversation with your viewers. the comments were raging about how impatient they were to see something, but how did they think you felt? you could barely walk out of that restaurant without feeling your legs shake.
he intimidated you beyond measure, and god knows what heâs going to do to you when he gets here. itâs a fear and form of greed youâd never felt before.
âmy fucking hands are shaking,â you giggle anxiously, smiling to yourself and shaking your hands before dramatically breathing out.
as you waited, you did little things to keep your buyers entertained, showing your ass every now and then as you cleaned your room like a cute maid. call it foreplay. sitting on your knees now become uncomfortable, so you aim for lowering to your tummy and stretching your arms ahead of you, ass raised up. as soon as you get comfortable, your head pops up from the sound of heavy footsteps surrounding the small area of your home. itâs him. youâd hope, leaving the door unlocked so itâd be easier for him to enter.
âoh, fuckâyâall,â the anxiety is even worse now, mentally preparing yourself with steady breaths and shoving your face into the bed to scream happily. the emotions are bipolar. âheâs coming up.â
toji steps closer to your slightly cracked open door, pushing it open wide to see you. his demeanor nothing short of serious when he gets a good look at you, hearing you yap at your camcorder with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. he rests his right shoulder against the frame of the door, staring at you, admiring. his boots hit along the floor the closer he gets to you, and that cute ass you had perched up. the lights in your room are dimly lit, citrus candles spread around and led lights from your vanity illuminating the area. the vibe is nice, he likes it. like he likes you.
you continue to speak to your livestream and pretend he wasnât there, trying to ignore your heartbeat picking up. the tension is in the air. you tried to steady your breathing as you continue to ramble about nonsense; animal crossing, sims you wanted to recreate and purposely wicked whim them. anything to distract yourself from the sparks shivering through your body. you prod the inside of your cheek trying to bite back a grin when you finally feel his hands on your hips, eyes watching the chat go wild from the brooding man behind you. what makes it all the more hot is that he hasnât spoken a word, feeling like an intruder. stalking, waiting.
âso yeah, iâm thinking about dying my hair red. i feel like my face is kinda full to have a silk press so iâll look . . off? maybe p-pin âurls,â a wave of pleasure shocks through you when you feel him press the outline of his dick against your cunt, dragging you back to air-fuck you once or twice. a few times. for the tease of it. his fingertips lightly flowing along the curves and contours of your body, your hips being the most sensitive. gasping and twitching from the feel, the thong you wore barely shielding how wet you were.
your breath became heavier, and you found it harder to continue speaking. you felt like moans would slip out of if you continued to react to his touch, the heat between you two rising. you were drawn fully into him. the reaction from him gave you a confidence boost, a slick smile showing on your face. while his body speaks of his own growing need, he remains a silent observer, his intense gaze watching as you maintain, or try, your playful conversation with the camera.
âi gotta admit something,â you smile into your hair that falls angelically around the frame of your face. his form, silhouetted behind you, takes on an ominous yet seductive presence. even though he remains hidden from view, his yearn is palpable, eyes locked on you as if he could consume you with a single glance.
âi fucked myself thinking of him,â a jolt of electricity runs down tojiâs spine as he recollects the image. a low, involuntary groan escapes his throat as his grip on you tightens. âthose of you who donât remember. it was really, really good.â
thatâs the final trigger. in seconds, a rough palm strikes the flesh of your ass, causing the cutest squeak to emit from you. tojiâs wrapping his other fist around the softness of your hair and pulling you back to his hard chest. his cologne is strong, enrapturing even. your hand reaches beside you to catch his wrist in your grip, feeling the coldness of his expensive watch while heâs busy locking your jaw still and pressing his lips beneath your ear.
âreally?â the tone is condescending, and as you nod frantically, pushing your ass back to feel him more, all you can hear is the unraveling of his belt. slowly removing it, the sound of the leather rubbing against the buckle and his pants. the anticipation fills you at an alarming pace. âi knew that, angel.â
how? wait, did he fucking watch the live you made that night? your legs nearly go weak at the possibility, sheer embarrassment consuming you. he wasnât meant to see that. yeah, you told him about it. but him seeing that, then having lunch with you like nothing happened is crazy work. he noticed youâre frozen, chuckling darkly behind you.
ârelax, doll. i can pretend i didnât, ân you can show me all over again.â
he grabs your wrists, pining them behind your back with a rush of power fueling him, crossed hands sitting on your ass.
âthis okay, baby?â he scans the side of your face for approval, using the smooth leather to bond them together. you hum, lips bitten and nodding obediently.
the look on your face in the camera is so worth the thousands of views from people who were just as desperate as he was to see you submit. your hands wriggle to touch him, laying your head on his shoulder and biting your lip as his teeth graze from your shoulder, to your collarbone, and your neck. your bodyâs completely on fire, and he makes it worse when he gently shoves you forward to fall on your face, back arched and ass high for his view, and theirs.
toji stared down at you as you remained there, fully surrendering yourself for the taking. his larger body leans over yours, fingers grabbing your chin to force your mouth to open. toji brushes his lips along yours, your desperate mouth sinking into him, feeling that same spark you felt earlier during lunch in your chest. he deepened the kiss to give you what you wanted, easily reading you, his tongue ravaging your mouth with his waist grinding into the shape of your ass. the kiss is so wet it has you mewling like a cat in heat, losing your breath.
âgive me a safe word, hm?â toji sucks on his lower lip, the arousal in his eyes ruining you. a heavy hand rubs circles on your ass before hitting it again, another cute sound leaving that pretty mouth you had.
brushing your cheek along your bed set, dark curls dancing around your face and a pout on your lips, you whimper, âstrawberry.â
âmhm,â your stomach flips when you felt his hand drift between your inner thigh, tojiâs tongue skidding over your lips the same time his fingers apply pressure to your clit, rubbing in circles after he pulls your panties to the side, your babydoll resting pretty on top of the rolls on your back. your fists are balled tightly in your restraints, widening your mouth to suck on his tongue before giving him a deep kiss. the image on your face is pure dizziness. acting like your fucked dumb while barely being fucked. he couldnât wait to see you crumble.
you squirm under his touch, breath growing short and shaky, toji maintaining eye contact with you dangerously. heâs big on it, and it makes you shy, yet brave enough to endure it.
âyou hear yourself, girl?â toji hisses, pecking your lips hard, his fingers coated with your slick the more he rubbed. you whine, arching your ass even closer to his hand. âyouâre so needy for me, itâs cute.â
itâs ridiculous that you canât even speak, him turning you into nothing but a whiny, whimpering sub. âyouâre desperate for my touch, for my tongue.â he whispered, his voice growing even rougher as his own need grew.
âmmm, yes. need it so bad,â you pout, mouth gaping after he spanks your clit lightly. âfuck, please eat it, baby.â
âi will good girl.â
he didnât hesitate for another second, sliding behind you with one knee pressed into the bed and his big hands holding you still, spreading your cheeks further apart and cussing under his breath from how fucking cute your pussy was. fat, and glistening in your juices, clit hiding between your folds giving him something to search for. âgâna fuckinâ kill me, angel. pretty fuckinâ pussy you got.â
you scoot up as much as you can, hands still bound behind your back, wanting to cry from the inability to move, but loving that he had you at his mercy. his hair covers his eyes and heâs submerged into you, pressing his mouth to your pussy in a sweet kiss, like heâs knocking politely, before running his thick, long tongue over you slowly. a groan resounded devilishly, toji lapping at your dripping clit, tongue hot and your toes can do nothing but curl.
heâs slow and deliberate, enjoying the sounds and reactions he was getting out of you as you writhed and quivered under his ministrations. your pussy and his mouth makes up the loudest voice in the room, so fucking sweet and wet heâs salivating over you. spanking you, taking his time to devour you as he swallows your cunt whole, tongue gliding from your clit all the way to your hole. occasionally dipping his tongue into you to fuck you like that. your eyes cross, a broken cry making him lose it.
âkeep bouncing that ass back, baby. fuck, fuck my face, angel,â heâs hitting you again, and you canât take it, shifting your thighs to roll your ass back onto his gorgeous face. youâre panting like an animal, jaw dropping as he keeps his mouth on your clit, sucking it hard and groaning into your cunt, the vibrations traveling up your spine.
âoh . . god, oooh god,â the gasp in your throat became high pitched, toji licking you faster when he sees you giving your utmost effort. continuing his onslaught on your sensitive clit, swollen and satiating his taste buds. his fingers dug into your thighs, lowering himself completely to sit on his knees before you, rocking you back on his face as he eats it, unrelenting. sucking, licking, slurping, drowning his tongue inside of you . . . damn, itâs fucking good.
âc-cumming,â he can barely hear you as you stuff your face into the bed, tojiâs head bouncing as you settle your feet on his shoulders and rock back on his face even quicker, groaning. âdonât stop, donât s-stop, babyyy.â
âmhm hmm,â heâs moaning into your pussy, kissing and tonguing you down until you finally burst, your hands in their constraint balling into fists, getting the chance to latch onto his black hair once he pushes you flat on your stomach to bury his face completely between your ass and thighs. âlet it out, baby.â
his chin glistened from your juices, toji groaning the rougher you tugged at his scalp, dick jumping in his jeans he needed to unravel soon. when you cum, you do this thing where you squeal and gasp at once, and he swears itâs the cutest thing heâs ever fucking heard. lifting his face, he licks his lips proudly, wiping his chin and patting your ass to watch it shake in his palm. you were a lovely display beneath him, and he couldnât help but feel a sense of ownership over you.
he reached down and traced a finger along the length of your trembling leg, his dominant presence still overwhelming. he brings his hand to the back of your neck which you arched into his touch, his eyes darkening at your silent plea. âyou want more?â
ânn, yea,â a breathless giggle falls from you, toji dragging you to sit at your knees by the grip on your neck and around your chest with his forearm, back hitting his chest again, and your eyes come into contact with the camera, almost forgetting it was there.
âshow them what i did to your pussy, angel. let them see how perfect you are,â toji whispers, tapping at your knees to help you sit on your behind.
âokay,â the words are small again, because thatâs how he makes you feel. once you sit, you raise your knees to your chest, toji lifting your babydoll to show your soft tummy and the pink lights from your vanity mirror glowing on the angles and curves of your body. you look like the finest art.
itâs liberating seeing yourself like this, a sense of relief washing over you when he begins to unloose the belt, humming elatedly and arching into him, your periwinkle painted toes twinkling in the air playfully. toji laughs at you, your hand coming to your cunt to cover it out of fake shyness, rolling to lay on your side and giggling to yourself. you really did know how to play a role, or maybe youâre just naturally silly.
toji unfastened his button before drifting his zipper down, thick thighs spread and arms bulky as he kept them in fists into the bed, tilting his head in your direction as he sat beside you, body taking up half the bed. you sit on your knees next to him, your hands running across his stomach and lifting up his shirt, toji licking his lips when your nails delicately scratch at his hips. you moan when his hand comes into contact with your hair, your nails digging into the broadness of his thigh.
as he guided your head down, you could feel the heat coming off of his body. you could smell the unique scent of masculinity wafting off of him. the feeling of his fingers running through your hair sent tingles down your spine, his touch tender and affectionate despite his dominating demeanor. your chest fluttered when his thumb touched your lower lip, your breath stuttering and your body quivering, a heat rising in your core all over. you felt the need for him grow stronger, pulling your lip downward. he shifted his fingers and tilted your chin up further, exposing your throat and neck to him. then he leans over, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head as his mouth latches onto your neck. pressing light kisses along the sensitive skin, his tongue grazing out and your skin pricks with fire.
âcanât stop tasting you,â he grunts, his lips and tongue on your throat licking hard, driving you insane with need. his hand holding the back of your neck in a possessive manner, keeping you in place as his mouth explored your sensitive skin.
âtoji. .â your voice is weak, feeling your inner thighs drown in a puddle of your arousal. âwanna suck it.â
âiâm sorry, what was that?â he hums.
âdonât tease,â you roll your eyes and pout.
âmhm,â he lets out a little grunt as his eyes rake over you, his breath catching slightly as he stares at you. he runs his hand down to your waist, gripping fervently. âso pretty,â he murmurs.
âthank you,â you whisper, feeling a strong rush of affection for him. âyouâre so handsome,â you say, your voice low and tender.
âgâna give it a good kiss, baby? real good?â he hisses, your hand pulling at his jeans to sit lower on his sharp hips, letting his dick free and watching it with a watered mouth as it sat against his tummy. heavy, thick, two veins protruding on either side. you fucking knew he was big. bless your intuition.
âyes, want it,â you plead.
a low growl escaped his throat. âshow me you want it then,â he purrs, his eyes growing darker with desire and his grip on your hip tightening.
the salivation in your mouth gave you just what you needed to do the job, widening your mouth to accommodate his size, drooling over his dick as you pull him in as deep as you could to start. half of him enclosed by the warmth of your mouth and instantly toji moans from the feel, your cheek sucking in while you guide your head up and down, keeping your hands to yourself, one on his thigh for balance. your eyes are closed to focus, humming and dragging your mouth slow to make him feel it all. toji catches himself knocking his head back, pulling the sheets between his fingertips and scrunching his brows together, stomach caving in.
he can hear you slurp and suck at him needily, moaning around him and riding the air with your ass, spit gliding down to the base of his dick as your tongue sticks out to drag along the under of his shaft, bobbing your head and licking at him. something about giving him head in specific felt intoxicating. maybe itâs the sounds he makes; guttural yet whiny. the desperation begs to tug at his throat, shifting his hips blindly and cussing under his breath. eventually, his fingers find their way back to your scalp, toji sitting up and entangling both hands into your hair, face curated in pleasure with eyes wired shut and a gaped jaw.
âshit, ê°âĄê±. thatâs fuckinâ good, doll,â toji grunts, your moans around him encompassing him to briefly detangle a hand to spank against your ass in clear indulgence. âdamn.â
your hand couldnât help but travel to touch him, wrapping your hand around the base of his dick to stroke your hand according to the pace your mouth drags. that gravitational wave in his abdomen hit, a deep âyour suckinâ it so goodâ fleeing from his mouth followed by another harsh spank and a steady tug at your scalp to push you down only enough to follow your rhythm. when he hits the back of your throat, you force yourself to hold him there for a few seconds, purposely constricting your throat to hear him moan for you again, and again. his sounds addicting.
toji chuckles from how good youâre doing, raising your head to breathe before swallowing only the tip while stroking the remainder, your salvia being enough lubricant to quickly move your wrist. twisting and tugging while keeping it mostly on the head of his cock, the sensitive spot your toy to play with as you give teasing kitty licks, two hands covering him now.
picking your head up momentarily, you stare into his eyes with your siren ones, low and dangerous. pulling at his dick while you bite your lips before kissing him, mewling when he shoves his tongue into your mouth, pulling your body closer by your ass, the other grabbing the side of your face he practically swallowed into his own. the kiss is feverish, something straight out of a movie. heâs highly infatuated with you, tasting himself off of you with the mixture of yourself. toji sucks on your lower lip, and you find yourself positioning your thigh over his to sit and grind on his leg. you had enough of the foreplay, you needed him to fuck you.
âfuck me,â a whimper escapes, pressing your body down harder onto him, hand still stroking at him, that fucking voice of yours driving him mad. he doesnât think heâll last if you keep it up. âtoji. . . toji.â
âstop begging,â he shuts it down quickly, the sound of his boots hitting the floor as he kicks them off exciting you. of course you couldnât hide the smile, feening innocence as you pet at his jeans to help him remove them.
he's only in his black shirt now, your eyes following how his muscles swallowed the material, showcasing every sharp cut of his upper body. he made you dizzy, truly. that slit on the side of his mouth curving with his mouth as he smirks at you for getting lost in your cute little dream land.
âfocus, love,â toji reels you back in, his hand on your lower back to arch your chest into his, dragging you to straddle him. if he could see the blush on your face heâd see that you were red as a tomato, his dick sitting right beneath you and you canât help but shudder. âneed you to lift your hips, help daddy out.â
âkay,â you nod like a damn bobble head, laying your hands on his shoulders and balancing yourself on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck for extra security. tojiâs large arm his thrown around your waist to keep you locked to him, both of your body heat scorching.
he catches a hold of his dick, pumping it twice before heâs rubbing the fat tip against your drenched opening, collecting your flow before a soft gasp emits past your lips when you feel him gently enter, sinking you down carefully, little by little. the sensation from the stretch is . . like a fantasy. your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling as he removes his hand to balance the two of you on the bed, leaning back somewhat for your comfortability.
when you think heâs fully apart of you, that thought is knocked down the minute he utters, âcâmon, girl. you gotta lot more to take.â
âoh my god,â the shock is out of, well, shock. he feels really good already, itâs gonna be hell if you handle any more. embedding your nails into his clothing, chin resting between the crook of his neck while you ground your ass back to make it easier for him to slip completely in. the two of you groan in sync, tojiâs arm tightening around your waist from how tight you felt.
the more you rock, slow, steady, it fucks the both of you up. holding tightly onto one another while toji lets you take your time, the heavy breathing and hearts beating rapidly is fucking poetic. one might call this act making love. once you drop your ass entirely, that pressure in your sweet spot causes you to scream out softly, losing balance and sitting on your knees, holding onto him with an unexpected whine.
âshit, baby, you alright?â heâs immediately checking in on you, bringing you up and make eye contact, hands holding either side of your face and scanning for signs. pushing away the fact that youâre convulsing around his dick and trying his best not to fuck you hard. yet, at least.
again, you canât even speak. your mouth is wide open, nodding and breathing heavily, shifting your hips and grind onto him, flexing your ass when you arch your back deeper before lifting halfway and slamming yourself down. toji chokes, face copying yours as he grips onto the sheets and places his arm back around you, helping you lift yourself.
âyou feel . . really good, baby. stuffing me full,â you moan, toji grunting and yanking you up and down faster, losing his patience now. it blew out the fucking window the minute he slipped inside you. he fixates on the sound of your pussy sliding and swallowing his dick, the slick making his tongue water for the taste all over. youâre so fucking sweet itâs insane.
âyeah?â he lets out a low, guttural groan and grips your hips even harder, his breaths coming out in deep gasps. âfuck me like you fucked that toy, thinking of me.â
that makes you smile, that insecurity of him seeing that video earlier disappearing as you take both of your small hands and wrap them around his throat, using your weight to push his body so he falls onto his back, his hands cupping the curves under your ass cheeks. toji usually isnât one for submission, but heâs been thinking for a while about trying new shit, and a pretty girl like you choking and fucking him was only the start. you see the look in his eyes, and you feel heat sweltering inside of you even more, relishing the fact that you are the one in control, applying more pressure to his neck, loving the way his breath hitches.
âyou want me to fuck you just like that?â you lick your lips and grind teasingly, the dangerous swirl of your hips making his head sink further into the bed.
âwant you to fuck me like that, angel. gimme a show.â
and you wonât deny his wish. positioning yourself back on the tips of your toes, his hands are smoothing underneath your thighs, clutching on either sides as you with his eyes going dark, his hips bucking. he can barely string a thought together, his mind completely consumed by the sensations youâre sending through him. your pussy takes it all while you pounce your body above him, rolling your waist each time you dip your ass down and meet his thighs.
âfuck, you feel so good,â he grunts, his voice thick with pleasure, eyes never leaving yours before his voice rasps out, âkeep going. fuck me for real. like you want it. itâs yours.â
you let out a strangled gasp, body jerking and mind almost slipping away, the pleasure heâs giving you overwhelming and consuming you completely. his hands on your body clench harder, the warmth from his body on yours killing you.
âjust like that,â his hands move at their own possession now, slamming down on your ass repeatedly to bruise your skin, the hits vibrating straight to your clit and itâs making you drunk. your eyes scroll back into your skull, his appraisal driving you to work for it faster.
ât-toji, iâm so wet for you,â you gasp in shock from the slickness between you two. âlook what you did to me. you slide in and out so easily.â
âf-fuck, doll. youâre killing me talkinâ like that,â he lets out a strangled gasp at your words, voice ragged and eyes filled with need. âyou like it that much, baby?â
ây-yes!â a squeal sounds from you, bouncing heavier than before, your voice getting caught in your throat from the impact. you clutch any part of his skin you can grab, losing yourself in the way he fills you. âi love your dick, baby. makes me feel prettier.â
hazy eyes filled with pleasure admire your features, fucked out already when he still has so much he wanted to do to you. give you what you deserve. a smirk tugs at his lips, sitting up and leaning in close, missing the skin contact. his voice low and rough as he says, âyou look prettier when youâre sitting on my dick.â
âyeah,â you drunkenly nod. âsâmine.â
toji raises a brow with amusement. âit can be yours. when you cum on it real hard.â
wanting him even closer to you, you keep only one hand around his neck, placing the other on his forearm and pressing your chest to his entirely as you gyrate your hips and tease his neck, hovering over his skin with your mouth and teeth before you leave little love-bites on his skin. toji guides your hips in a circular motion, the simple switch up making you gasp and whine into his ear, hitting that spot repeatedly.
âgod, baby,â you feel his guidance, his grip on your hips firm as he moves you. you ride against him, the friction on your clit making you whimper weakly, his deep voice in your ear making your body shake, feeling another orgasm develop. âi love it. sâfucking me so good.â
âsee you movinâ just like you did for me on that mirror,â he wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing firmly. your eyes lock, yours clouded by arousal, his with an agenda. âfuckinâ yourself like that . . ima fuck you real bad for that,â toji hissed, swiping his tongue across his lower lip before aggressively smacking your ass. âi feel that fuckinâ pussy squeezing me tighter. if youâre gâna cum then do it on me. gush all on it.â
the more your body reacts to his praise, and sprinkles of degradation, the faster your orgasm approaches you, washing over you hard as your body spasmes from the intensity of it. your teeth sink into his shoulder as you scream, riding out your high, squeezing hard on his arms. toji kisses your temple, keeping you close as he falls back and lays on his side while turning you to face your camera youâd both forgotten about, still did.
âyou did so well,â the kisses continue around your face while your brains on autopilot, his hand clasping around your neck as he presses his hot chest against your back. his kisses are so aggressive it makes you feel small and wanting to obey. you jump when he spanks you, moaning weakly into your shoulder with your arms halfway hanging off the bed.
toji goes lift your right leg to adjust himself behind you, dick achingly hard and covered in your juices, slipping back inside of you fully before angling your knee towards your tummy, keeping a hand locked under the bend of your knee, your skin smooth to the touch. you smell good too. everything about you besotted him. your hand touches his face, tugging it closer to the point where his nose smushed against your cheek, dark hair clouding your eyesight as his big frame overtakes yours.
âyouâre gonna kill me,â you whisper, eyes focused on each other, a giggle creeping up.
ânot you,â he whispered back, rolling his waist back and forth, grinding deeper into you. the plush of your ass molding against his sharp hips. his lips brush on your neck as he kisses and nibbles at your sensitive skin. your hands roam over your body, touching and exploring every inch of yourself as his lips trail down your collarbone, darkly watching as your hand presses on your clit. âher.â
as he possessively holds you in place, heâs prepared you enough before heâs fucking you hard, knocking the wind from your throat completely. a hard gasp falls past your lips as toji slams his hips against your ass, knitting his brows together, squeezing his eyes shut while his mouth falls open. the utter silence both of your voices held at the moment was more powerful than the rough interaction of your skin. your eyes a ghost white as he pounds his dick into you hard. when a noise is made, itâs from equal parts, syncing your eager moans.
âooh, fuck baby. youâre taking it,â he huskily whispers into your ear, his words punctuated by the way he continues to move into you. âsucking me so deep. mânot going nowhere.â
âto-ji,â his name is broken down by the harsh pounds he fucks you with, whining and moaning in his entrapment. your vision gone. âi love the way you fuck me. you fuck me so good.â
he fucks like heâs not letting up, his body pushing you deeper into the mattress, the grip around your neck remains tight, the feeling of his ownership only growing more intense. his body is hovering over yours now, digging deep as he can to fuck you real good, to make himself feel it all. your body remains to the side, only half twisted as he drops your leg and pushes his weight into you so your stomach is close to grazing the bed.
âsâtoo much, fuck . . i, iââ the words are caught in your throat from the overstimulation. breathing heavy, tears begin to fill your sockets, whining his name loudly in his face like youâd lost your mind for good this time. this pleasure was something you hadnât felt in a long time. itâs everything you needed and more.
toji shushes you, kissing your nose as he grips your face, big hand almost covering it whole. âyou like when daddy takes control? you like when he tells you what to do?â
toji will admit, youâve got him fucking spent. itâs been a long time since heâs had a woman submit and cry under him, and you do all those things well. the gorgeous image on your face, to the salacious movement of your body. the softness of your skin and the equal relation of your voice. capturing and captivating him. youâd think he was on drugs the way he was talking. high off his ass from your pussy. his lips gently brush over your ear. your eyes flutter, his voice attacking your clit, and you swear it makes it gush even more, soaking the sheets underneath your ass. âwhen he makes you his? you like being my good girl, pretty?â
he knows you canât speak anymore, but youâre still interactive with your body language. the slur of your nonexistent words to the way you try to roll your ass back to fuck him back . . but heâs got you trapped. even the tears falling down your face from overwhelming pleasure. he knows youâre okay, asking for a safe word prior for your protection. youâre a big girl, he knows you can handle it.
ânnng,â you canât stop trembling, gasping for air and sobbing in his face. toji places his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes and nodding, cooing. you are fucked dumbed. toji hisses, hitting your ass and pausing momentarily to look between where you two collide, an âoh my godâ faltering out. heâs as gone as you are.
âyou so fuckinâ creamy, girl,â toji drags out a frustrated hum, getting annoyed by how good your pussy is. youâre going to become a problem.
âplease,â you donât even know what youâre saying it for. do you need him to stop, do you want more, or are you just completely fucked out youâre saying anything thatâs coming to your head? that butterfly feeling is back in your stomach, as well as a foreign one near your clit, knowing exactly whatâs going to happen. âtoji, mâ gâna c-cummm. oh my god, babyy.â
your hiccups and sobs only urge him to fuck you even harder, loving how the breath literally jumps out of your throat in shock.
âcryinâ on this dick. fuck, you got me going crazy,â he really doesnât want to cum yet, he needed to fuck you in every way imaginable. but he knows you need a break, to breathe for sure. he wanted to edge himself so that when he finally came, itâd be the best fucking orgasm of his life. your moans are clawing at his soul, so filthy and dulcet. youâre making it really fucking difficult to obtain that.
toji finds himself slamming his palm over your mouth to bury them in a way, but youâre so damn loud itâs getting to him. âfuck fuck fuckâ heâs cussing repeatedly in a whispered hush as he fucks you as hard he possibly can. his hand doesnât even work, because youâre consuming him wholly and the minute he feels that build up, he pulls out to cum and youâve drenched the sheets as you squirt. an almost blood curdling scream surrounds the room, your body rapidly trembling as your mouth falls open in utter shock, gasping, whining, whimpering, moaning his fucking name while he moaned yours. toji nutting up the entire side of your body, wrist twisting as he holds you body still, mouth drawn open.
his hand reaches over to unclamp your legs, heavy hand rubbing your pussy to stimulate you further, your back arching and head sinking into your pillow, crying out. he watches your hand flail to grip his wrist as your wetness continues to spurt out of you like water.
âstrawberry!â toji listens to you weep, choking on your cries and pleads. finally having enough.
âholy s-shit,â youâre laughing while also trying to catch your breath, not believing that just happened. he can tell by the shock in your face that youâve never had it happen before, or that much.
âdamn,â he laughs along with you, smacking your outer thigh before smashing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, gliding your tongues together while his hands massaged every part of your body after allowing you to lay on your back. caressing and soothing you to calm you down. âgonna grab a rag.â
you pout when he goes to stand, already missing the disconnect as you lay empty on your . . messy bed. absolutely disgusting you two, hawk puth! one things for sure, you canât keep that wide ass smile off your face. he comes back into the room, one of your pink towels wrapped around his midsection covering up that demon of a dick he carried. toji smirks down at you, grabbing your ankle and tugging you down to the edge of the bed before heâs taking a warm rag that smelt of your dove beauty bar to wipe what he painted on you. you swallow your lower lip into your mouth, watching with hooded eyes as he drags the rag sensually along ever part of your skin. you flinch when it comes to contact with your cunt, toji kissing your inner thigh with a âsorryâ. he admires the curves of your body even more, kissing your ankle adorned with a silver anklet after he finishes.
âhow you feeling?â he asks.
âiâm more than perfect.â
he hums. âyouâre something else.â
âi was good?â you ask seriously, batting your lashes shyly.
toji stares at you as if youâre deadass. âdonât do that. you know you were. you didnât hear me? i fuck you deaf?â
that makes you roll your eyes, but not before giggling. âhate you.â
âyou wonât after i tell you i got chinese in the kitchen,â he winks, the light in your eyes making his heart swell. âcâmon, sexy.â
you sit up, gasping. âi knew i fucking smelt that shit when you came in. i thought it was outside!â
ânah, i realized i didnât eat shit at the restaurant earlier so i decided to get us both something. did you even eat your salad?â
âi did, had to after you dropped a whole hundred,â you shake your head. âhowâd you know i liked chinese?â
toji blinks. âbaby, we literally talked half of this week. for hours. i have good memory.â
that slip of a nickname outside of sex warmed your chest, burying your face in your hair to hide your shyness. âyouâre right.â
âdonât hide now, iâve seen it all,â he chuckles, tickling the bottom of your foot.
âoh, whatever!â you chuck one of your plushies at him, half of them had fallen to the floor. toji gets up to grab your robe he saw hanging on the bathroom door, draping it around you as you stood.
he kisses your forehead and you walk ahead of him into the kitchen, screeching when he hit and gripped your ass, the two of you forgetting about the livestream altogether as you warmed up the food, poured a glass of wine and reminisced about what just happened.
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â pairing(s): aventurine, dr ratio, boothill, gallagher, sunday, argenti sampo, jing yuan, blade, luocha, dan heng, gepard, caelus, welt (seperate) x reader
â© inspo: this is fun to think about
⧠a/n: for those who don't know exactly what this means (also shoutout to freya the god of love), there are 3-5 'types' of (romantic) love. eros, romantic love, ludus, playful love, pragma, enduring love, and then there's mania which is obsessive love and agape which is universal love. The last two can sorta bend in a familiar or platonic way as well as romantic.
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⯠Aventurine
LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Aventurine prefers to flirt, to have fun, be a little silly with his love. After all, lifeâs too short to not enjoy it. He wants a partner who will not only put up with his games but also join in and enjoy it, someone to tease who will tease back. He would love a deeper connection as well, but before that comes fun.
âHoney, Iâm hooome~!â Aventurine calls from the apartment door, making his way to the kitchen. You werenât cooking anything, simply sifting through the fridge for a snack. His arms wrap around your waist as the scent of his near overbearing cologne washes over you. He presses his lips to your neck and peppers it with a bunch of fleeting kisses, mumbling about his day into your skin even though you didnât ask. When you dared to try and pull away, he only pulls you closer, pinching at your waist and grinning. âAwhhh, are you not happy to see me?â
He doesnât give you time to reply, hauling you up and turning on his heels. You donât get to complain, not before he practically throws you on the bed and throws himself onto you. He wastes no time finding your most ticklish spots, waiting for you to ask for mercy. âI want a proper welcome home!â He exclaims, like you hadn't given him enough attention. Not like you can do what he wants while you do your best not to laugh, squirming underneath him, trying to break free from his tickle attack.
⯠Dr. Ratio
EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Ratio isnât necessarily the best at showing his affection, he is head over heels for you. Absolutely and irrevocably in love, and it only grows with each passing day. Heâs quite the gentleman when you get past his cold demeanor, and is quite by-the-book.
You had met him in his classroom after his classes, to give him the lunch you had made him. He regards you with a brisk âmhâ, You are used to this reaction, and you donât take it to heart. He tells you heâll be home a little later, and apologizes. Silence stretches between you two before you tell him itâs alright and start to leave the room.
âI am sorry, my love,â He grabs your wrist before you can fully turn around. He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours as he apologizes. âIâll make it up to you, I promise. Dinner tomorrow.â Heâs so blunt with it, like you have no choice. But he says it with such sincerity, an emotion that is hard to get from him. His eyes linger with yours as you nod, before letting you go and returning to grading his studentâs papers.
⯠Boothill
LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Boothill loves with his whole heart, but he just canât take it seriously. Heâs always teasing you, whether it be sultry words, little touches, anything. He loves making you blush.
Tonight, you two are at some bar he had dragged you to, and itâs quite lively. Which gives Boothill ample time to show you off, his arm around your shoulders or your waist whenever someone comes up to talk to you or him. He leans in ever so closer with that toothy grin, eyes half-lidded as he whispers something about how cute you look tonight. When he sees even the tiniest blush begin to bloom, he amps up his flirting tenfold.
Over the entire night, he makes little comments that turn into big flourishes of his love for you, small, teasing touches that trail from your shoulder down to your hands, interlocking your fingers. He leans in close and whispers against your ear, not necessarily just flirts, literally anything he can think of, like that you guys need to put soda on the grocery list or something. Itâs the way his breath fans over your ear that causes goosebumps to riddle skin. You try and hide your blushing face, but he grabs your chin and tilts your head to meet his gaze, using his hat to shield your faces from the rest of the patrons and pressing a kiss to your lips.
⯠Gallagher
PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. While Gallagher may not sound like it, heâs romantic by heart and looks for a partner he can spend his life with. He wants to settle down, enjoy something that lasts. And he prefers a partner that does the same.
He was lounging on the couch at home, a rare sight normally. When you walked into the living room, he greeted you with a lazy smile, reaching for you like he wasnât a 30 something year old man. He grabbed your wrist and guided you into his arms with a yawn, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. He lets out a deep, rumbling âmmmâ as he does so, sharing no other words.
Any time you try to break free from his hold, whether you wanna eat or need to go to the bathroom, he groans. He doesnât say much, whispering quiet âlove yousâ here and there, and if you really do have to get up, he practically follows you around. Heâs rarely ever clingy, heâs probably one of the most independent people you know. Heâs only like this when he has something on his mind, and marriage isnât exactly a far off thoughtâŠ
⯠Sunday
EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Sunday is a textbook romantic. A dinner and a movie, roses, have you home by ten, heâs the whole package. Anything you could want, you will have. Thereâs always a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase in your living room, and perhaps a new poem for/about you every month.
Whatever he gave you in reality, he gave you tenfold in the Dreamscape (especially since he can). This includes his affection, where you two are hidden away⊠somewhere in Dewlight Pavillion. Somewhere where Sunday promises no one will find you two. Itâs not as if you two are doing something lewd, heâs nestled up against your chest, thatâs about it. But, heâs been yearning for some time alone with you since forever. With how busy he has been, he hadnât got a moment alone with you.
âI missed you.â He states. His work is secondary to this moment, as he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, before nuzzling his cheek into it, all the while his eyes stay on yours. He has you flustered by the way he does it so desperately, yet so⊠carefully. He needed this, but he didnât want to allow himself to lose his composure. So, the best he could do was steal you away when you were bringing him his mail, leave you breathless with a few tender kisses and gentle touches, and lead you back to your way out of the Pavillion.
⯠Argenti
AGAPE ; UNIVERSAL LOVE. Love, devotion, and worship go hand in hand in hand for Argenti. He loves with his heart, body, mind, and soul. He loves unconditionally, every little bit of you, even the ground you walk on. Where the water wet your skin, where the dirt kissed your hands, he loves and loves and loves.
You two are dancing in your kitchen, to a soundless beat. The only rhythm coming from your barely-heard footsteps and the clank of Argentiâs armor as he shares such a moment with you. It is rare that he is home, always out on some adventure across star systems, but it is always a celebration when he is. Atleast, he makes it a celebration. Laughter fills the room as you try your best to keep up with his steps, the man elegant and flawless, as usual, while you stumble just a tick behind.
âYouâve got it, I know you do.â Argenti coos as you do your best to fall into his steps, still stumbling every so often. He dips you down, eyes searching yours with that content smile plastered on his face, before he pulls you up and chest-to-chest with him. His eyes sparkle with mirth, spinning you two around as if your kitchen was a real and proper ballroom, swaying gently. His eyes closed then, humming some tune, a song lost to time that only he remembered. He had hummed it on your longest days and on your darkness nights, the days you weeped and sobbed in his arms, and the days you had turned to him with such a bright smile. A tune that resembled something homely.
âŻSampo Koski
LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. While Sampo can be quite the romantic, he prefers to tease and play with you instead. Sure, he could dance with you all night long, bring you fresh roses everyday, but whereâs the fun in that? He finds it much more fitting to flirt with you on end, brag a little about his âsalesâ, splurge a little for you every now and then.
You walk into your bedroom to find Sampo laying on his side, his head propped up with his hand, a rose in his mouth. He gives you a mock-sultry glare while you stand there, dumbfounded, halfway between disgust and laughter. Rose petals decorate the bed, and the room, and you tell yourself that youâll have to remind him later that heâll be cleaning it up.
For now, though, he beckons you closer, and when you do, he pulls you onto the bed quickly, spitting out the rose, and peppering your face with kisses. The room fills with laughter as you do your best to break away, but he continues this torrent of kisses, rarely taking a breath. When you complain that âitâs too much!â he only ups the ante, kissing your neck, your shoulder, any exposed skin he can find. You simply just have to accept your fate, nowâŠ
⯠Jing Yuan
PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. He who has waited for an eternity yearns for an eternity spent in oneâs arms. Jing Yuan has lost most of those dear to him, if not all. While he knows life will reach its end, he cannot help but wish he had someone to spend the rest of it with.
It is very rare for Jing Yuan to be free for even an hour, and yet here he was, a whole day to himself. Heâs lounging in his room, basking in the sun while you lay in his arms, reading a book. You two barely share any words, yet the silence between says it all. Itâs a comfortable feeling, something that feels like home, something he cherishes every second of. Itâs one thing to find home within the Xianzhou, but itâs another to find home in someoneâs arms.
He tilts his head as he looks down at the book your reading, contemplating if he wanted to pull your attention away from the book, or not. With a soft âhmphâ, he makes his decision to leave you alone, choosing to nuzzle into your hair instead. You donât react, which he doesnât mind, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer as he closes his eyes. Perhaps an afternoon nap would do him some goodâŠ
⯠Blade
PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Not even death could keep Blade away from you. His own suicidal tendencies, his never-ending want to die, his need to die, his own voice begging for a means to an end, it all washes away when he sees your smile, as if the sun is greeting him once more after such a wretched eclipse.
He knows he has loved in the past, and yet when he recalls that feeling, Blade is only met with a burning feeling akin to rage clawing its way through his chest. He prefers to not think about it much, focusing on Elioâs script and whatever mission heâs been dispatched on. Yet, when heâs met with you laying in his bed, messing with his phone, waiting for him, a different kind of feeling weaves its way into his heart. Something warm, a kindling, of sorts.
His own voice quiets when he allows himself to feel that feeling, peace, perhaps? Heâs quick to brush it off, shove it down along with any other emotion that was daring to well up, and takes a seat next to you. When you look up and beckon him closer, he doesnât accept. But, he does lean in, and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. Itâs a rare display, you canât remember the last time he even dared to hold your hand. And before you can question him, heâs gone, out of the room, leaving his phone behind, like always.
⯠Luocha
EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. Luocha is quite the romantic when he wants to be. Since he spends most of his time wandering, he doesnât get to see you very often. But when he returns home, he loves nothing more than to share stories of his travels and hold you in his arms. You are his anchor, what brings him back to reality when his thoughts drift to the distant churches and candle wicks that give way to angry flamesâŠ
He finds you sleeping on the couch, phone in hand, twitching every now and then, but making no real reaction to any sound. It was clear that you were waiting for Luocha to come home, and had succumbed to sleep. Luocha had texted you 4 days ago that he would be home, and you yourself had no idea how long you had been up, the past couple of days had skewed your perception of time. By now, it was around 3:00 am.
With a soft huff and an even softer gaze, Luocha scoops you up into his arms and carries you to your shared bed. Heâs careful, doing his best to be as quiet as possible as he carries you, but you still wake up. You mutter a slurred âLuocha?â, and all he does is shush you, shaking his head and greeting you with a warm smile. You donât get time to protest as he lays you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, before turning on his heel and exiting the room. He will join you later, as much as he wants to lay beside you now, heâd like to get settled back in, first.
⯠Dan Heng
PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Dan Heng tends to retreat into himself, a lot. Ever since he revisited the Xianzhou, this has become a habit of his. He doesnât exactly push you away, but his âtime to thinkâ seems to overtake your guysâ alone time. Regardless of it all, he always comes back to you, finding home safe in your arms.
He wakes in the dead of night, his past lifeâs memories catching up to him once more. He doesnât cry or scream, his breath is shallow, as he listens to the silence of the hotel you two were staying at. He stills for a moment, the scars of the past fading into a blissful nothingness, before he looks down at you. Sleeping peacefully, completely unbothered by Dan Hengâs sudden awakening.
His body relaxes as his mind quiets finally, the simple sight of you reminding him that the past is the past, and nothing more matters right now. He settles back into bed, taking a moment to admire your face, hesitantly reaching out. His fingers brush against your cheek, trailing to your hairline, tucking a strand behind your ear. You donât even flinch, but you instinctively curl up closer to him. Dan Heng graces your sleeping form with a rare smile and a huff, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.
⯠Gepard
EROS ; ROMANTIC LOVE. While Gepard may be shy about certain things, that doesnât mean he is lacking in the romance department. His job may keep him away from you for quite a while, but he always finds his way back to you.
It had been quite a while since you and Gepard had a proper date, or even night out. Oftentimes, heâd come home late into the night, too exhausted to even eat, and all he would want to do is cuddle up next to you in bed. He loves his job, he truly does, even if it means coming home at near 2 am and waking up at 5 am. Of course he wants to spend as much time with you, but some days are harder than others, and he wants to stay as healthy as he can.
Tonight, however, heâs come home early. At 6 pm to be exact. A completely normal time to get off work⊠if he wasnât the captain of the Silvermane Guards. Before you can even ask why heâs home so early, he hurriedly asks you out on a date. His face is only slightly flushed, and the minute you say yes, he lights up like the sun peeking through the clouds on a rainy day. He takes you out to one of the nicest, fanciest restaurants in Belobog, and he just cannot contain the giddy smile all throughout the night. He stares at you as if you are straight out of a movie, eyes practically shining everytime you laugh.
⯠Caelus
LUDUS ; PLAYFUL LOVE. Caelus doesnât take himself too seriously, even if thereâs a stellaron housed inside of him. So why take love too seriouslyâŠ? Not that he doesnât love you, no, he adores you. But between all this trailblazing and saving planets and researching stellarons and what not, he doesnât get much of a chance to be a little silly. And you, luckily, are his escape from that.
He barges into your room with the brightest smile known to man, his hair a little messy, and what you can only hope is soot dusting his cheeks and hands. Caelus looks so proud. Too proud. In his hands he holds what looks to be a worn out raccoon plushie, also blessed with a heavy dusting of soot. You stare at him blankly as he does not explain himself, simply waltzing over to your bed.
âOur son.â He states, so proudly, as if he had brought the thing into the world on his own. Desperately in need of some fun today, you play along, telling him âour son needs a bath.â And Caelus looks at you as if you have offended his entire lineage (which, apparently, is two people now.) He jokingly chastises you for calling your son âdirtyâ, and âHow could you say that to him!?â âHeâs just a baby!â. Though, eventually after hours and hours of him threatening to put his sooty hands all over you, he washes the stuffed raccoon. And himself.
⯠Welt
PRAGMA ; ENDURING LOVE. Welt has seen lifetimes pass, and lifetimes more come into the universe. Heâs vowed to himself to love whoever comes into his life as long as he loves, to love hard and never back down. He dreams of church bells ringing while the scent of roses fill the air, rather than the mournful gong of those ringing bells, signaling someone's end, or the bittersweet smell of lilies.
He holds you closely tonight, practically bathing in your cologne, eyes closed as he hums a tune from some far off timeline. It is a quiet, tender moment, one that is very rare between the two of you. Welt could spend all his time on the Astral Express and still never have enough time for you. He is greedy in that way, seeking any time he can with you, even if it is only for 5 minutes.
He himself doesnât know why heâs feel especially wanting tonight, but he doesnât busy his mind asking himself why. Time and space is infinite even as constricting as it feels, and he knows better than to keep himself occupied with such silly questions. The day he catches himself not missing you, yearning for you, is the day that he will wither into stardust.
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cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)
satoru isnât used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. itâs simple, and gets the job done.
only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, heâs satoru. itâs easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.
satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didnât think it would ever happen.
for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.
âtough day, pretty?â you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.
itâs so satoru.
you have to stifle a giggle.
âeverything went horribly wrong,â he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. âthe higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldnât get them for youâagain!â
âoh, my poor baby,â you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. ââs okay, at least you tried, hm? i think thatâs very sweet.â
satoru hums, as if heâs deeply thinking about your words. ââm still your baby?â he mumbles, deciding thatâs the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.
âmhm, still my baby.â
âyeah? what else am i?â
this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you arenât exactly sure whyâbut on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. itâs easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.
âmy honey bun.â
âand?â
âmy boo bear.â
âmhm.â
âmy sweetheart.â
âyes?â
you laugh softly. âmy mochi,â you coo, and pinch his cheek. itâs a little squished because heâs laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.
he grins under your touch. itâs adorable.
âkeep them coming, please?â he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.
âmy sugar cookie.â
âmy muffin.â
âmy baby cakes.â
âmy angel.â
âmy love.â
âmy husband.â
âhâhuh?â satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. theyâre filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. âthatâs, iâm not. . .â
âjust testing the title, baby,â you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. âwhat do you think, hm?â
âi think you should call me it again.â
âoh?â
âmhm,â he mumbles.
âmy dearest husband.â
âagain.â
âmy handsome husband.â
âagain.â
âmy sweet husband.â
âagain, please?â
you hum, impressed. âmy well-mannered husband.â
satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.
âi think i want to be your husband for real.â
âyeah?â
âyeah,â he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. âyâve got the same ring size still, right?â
âi sure do,â you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.
âhm, good to know.â
for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if heâs something even greater than a personâit makes him feel yours.
heâs not just gojo, the strongest. heâs not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.
heâs yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, thereâs no greater thing in the world than that.
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âOH GOD! ITâS WALKING?!â
â babyâs first steps with gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna (f!reader)
GOJO SATORU:
your daughter simply adores her father, and she is almost as energetic as him. you recall multiple times when he would pick her up smiling, and she would hold his face giggling and smiling just as much.
itâs such a cute scene, and you have at least 6 similar photos.
so yeah, it doesnât surprise you that she keeps looking at the door, waiting for him to come back from his mission.
youâre both sitting on the ground, a little distance from the door. you lightly tickle her, âyou wanna see dada?â
she looks up to you then looks to the door and murmurs, âdada.â
âhe will be here soon; I promise,â you press a kiss to her cheek, and she squeals. soon, the door clicks and it slowly opens to reveal your dear husband whoâs holding what you think are bags of sweets, toys, and souvenirs.
âthe worldâs best dad and husband is here!â he announces brightly. quickly, you get your phone out to record yet another cute moment between your daughter and your husband.
however, neither you nor your husband expected your little girl to stand up excitedly and try to waddle her way to her dad.
âdada! dada!â she says as she hurriedly stumbles and waddles her way to him.
satoru kneels down on the ground, opening his arms widely as he grins, âyes, dada! come to dada, baby!â
successfully, the girl stumbles into satoruâs arms and giggles as he peppers her face with kisses.
he looks up to you with a pout, shifting d/n into one arm, âexcuse me, but I would like my two favorite girls to be in my arms, right now!â
you chuckle and settle into his embrace and he presses a kiss to the top of her head and your own.
d/n gives him a kissâmore like simply put her mouth on his cheekâand nuzzles into his chest. satoru grins before looking at you, âshe is so cute!â
you quip with a big smile, âI got that on video!â
âyou and your gorgeous mind,â he hums as he kisses your cheek.
NANAMI KENTO:
âkento, youâre going to grow grey hair early like this.â
honestly, you canât blame him for worrying like this. you were finally going on vacation, so your husband wanted everything to be organized.
the last thing he needs is a headache after he finally got rid of the walking one (read: gojo).
he sits down, sighing, âI know; I just donât want anything to go wrong.â
you chuckle, and settle down beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, âdonât worry,â you say, âwe checked everything over a million times. nothing will go wrong.â
nanami smiles tiredly before pulling you into a gentle kiss, âwell, I guess youâre right,â he looks around for a moment, âwhere is d/n?â
âshe is playing with her toys on the mat; why?â
âshe is not on the mat.â
âshe is not on the what?!â you yell, bolting out of your seat and frantically searching for her, âd/n, honey, where are you?!â
ây/n, calm down!â your husband tries to comfort you, âshe is still in the house, so donât stress about it; we will find her.â
as if on cue, a giggle and a coo are heard behind nanami. he turns to find the culprit, his 10 months old girl grinning. she squeals and tries to walk towards him, hands eagerly reaching out for him.
she is stumbling a bit, and her steps are clumsy, and nanami couldnât have been prouder.
he smiles fondly, âgood girl, d/n,â he opens his arms, encouraging, âyou can do it.â
she flails her arms as she giggles, âda-dada!â
d/n finally reaches his leg and holds onto it for dear life. she starts swaying as she looks up at him, âdada!â he bends down to kiss the top of her head.
she hums happily, before waddling towards you, worried, âmama?â
you breathe a sigh of relief and hold her in your arms, âyou got me worried, baby,â you stroke her hair and she nuzzles into your embrace, little hands gripping your shirt tightly.
nanami lets out a chuckle as he watches your daughter starts to fall asleep in your arms.
he moves to hug you two, and hums with content, âand you say that I am the worrywart.â
GETO SUGURU:
ây/n, what makes you so sure that they will start walking soon?â your husband says as he watches his two little girls play in the garden.
he already had nanako and mimiko, but god chose to grace him with his own pair of twins.
he couldnât be happier, especially with way the twins both care for each other and beam whenever they see him.
he also adores seeing them play with you; it brings a type of serenity to his heart.
you chuckle, âcall it a motherâs instincts.â
suguru rolls his eyes and pulls you by the waist, âyou showing off, pretty?â
ânope! just asserting dominance.â
with a roll of his eyes, he gives you a peck on the nose. the both of you then settle down on the grass as well, quietly watching the girls try to chaseâwait what chase?
suguru and you lock eyes, and he quickly scrambles to get the camera. meanwhile, youâre trying to encourage the girls to continue their walking, âwhoâs winning, girls?â
each one of the stumbling babies yells out aâsupposedlyââme!â. theyâre both squealing as they walk around.
soon enough, suguru makes an appearance and starts recording, âI am gonna get you!â
the girls squeal and try their best to run away from the big bad monster.
the very cute thing that even has suguru pausing in his chase is that when one of them falls, the other waits for her or tries to help her up.
of course, the latter mostly results in both of them falling on their small little bums. luckily, they clumsily stand up instead of crying their eyes out.
they get tired eventually though, so they waddle their way to you. both of them sit beside you and rest their heads on your lap.
suguru stands in front of you, hands on his hips, âyou leaving me out of this group cuddle?â
your twins perk up and turn their heads to peak at him and they giggle when he pouts. still, they open their little arms for their dad to join the family hug, âdada! hug!â
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
your husband is not exactly the most enthusiastic father.
he wasnât that affected by your sonâs first word being dada, and a lot of things that you canât be bothered to think about.
so yeah, youâre left with the role to be the encouraging parent, and to hype your son whenever he accomplishes something.
so obviously, your son adores you more than he does his father. however, there is no denying that sukunaâs genes are indeed strong.
despite the kidâs beaming smile, he could be choking a snake. it actually reminds you of that one hercules scene.
your son also has a quicker development than most kids, but it doesnât lessen the excitement when he finally took his first steps.
you held onto sukunaâs arms, pointing at your boy, âsukuna, look, he is walking!â
âso?â
you pause then look at your husband, âwhat do you mean âsoâ?â you grin, âtheyâre his first steps, you silly goose!â
sukuna frowns, âI am not a silly goose,â he then rolls his eyes, âhe was going to start walking sooner or later anyway, woman.â
you huff, âyouâre no fun.â
however, you donât get to dwell on it for much longer as you hear the scream of one of the servants. you and your husband are looking towards them, andâsuffice to sayâitâs a memorable scene.
your son, who just started walking, is somehow holding a wooden pickaxe and waddling his way behind the servant.
he is grinning and squealing too like he isnât about to beat up an innocent person (it reminds you of something or rather someone).
the servant is surprisingly terrified form the kid as she screams, âmy lady, please save me!â
you have no idea how a grown woman is terrified of a one year old, but you will give her the benefit of the doubt that he is, after all, the son of the king of curses.
you sigh with a chuckle and walk towards them, âon my way.â
the kid squeals, waddling quicker after the servant whoâs about to shit her pants.
meanwhile, sukuna is smirking proudly as he watches his son, ânow, thatâs my kid.â
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summary: lando begins to panic when you don't want to cuddle with him
author's note: it's really hot rn where I live so i just wanted to write a cute little blurb inspired by my own suffering. vote here for who i write my next fic about!
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Lando was confused. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, and you didn't seem to be upset with him until now, so he couldn't possibly understand why you were refusing to cuddle with him.
It started off as most of your evenings did. After dinner, he washed the dishes while you dried and put them away, then you both moved into the living room to watch some tv before bed. Only, when Lando tried to pull you closer, you pushed his arm off you, moving away and leaving your boyfriend staring at you like a kicked puppy.
You didn't seem to think anything of it, settling back down on the other side of the sofa and pressing play on your favourite show. However, Lando was still frozen, mind reeling from your rejection. He wondered if you were ignoring him because you were mad or if it was just a mistake and you genuinely couldn't feel his eyes on you.
At last, the uncertainty became to much to bear and he decided to speak up. "Um...baby?" He asked tentatively, watching your face closely to see your reaction.
"Yeah?" You answered, glancing away from the screen.
Huh. That's weird. You didn't seem mad at all, and you obviously weren't ignoring him, so what was this about? Maybe you weren't feeling well suddenly?
"You feeling okay, sweetheart?"
Turning your body to face him, your equally as confused expression only eased his worries slightly. "Yeah, I'm alright. Why?"
Deciding it was probably best to be direct, Lando spoke again. "You pushed me away!"
You couldn't help but giggle at the adorable pout on his face, suddenly feeling bad for not explaining your behaviour earlier. "Lan, my love, I'm so sorry! I promise I'm not mad at you or anything, it's just because of the weather."
"The weather?" His expression changed, a slight frown settling into his brow as he waited for you to continue speaking.
"It's too hot," you explained. "It's my first summer in Monaco, I wasn't expecting it to be this warm. I didn't want to cuddle because I knew I would overheat."
Lando mentally slapped himself for not thinking of that as a possibility. He had lived here for a few years so he was used to the unrelenting sunshine by now, but you had only moved in with him recently so of course you weren't. He couldn't help but laugh at how much he was stressing over something so small.
"You idiot, making me panic like that!" The brunette scolded you playfully. You stared up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes with a smile.
Lando suddenly grabbed hold of your waist, and you shrieked loudly. You wriggled helplessly in his grasp, as he tickled you sides, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"I'll stop if you say sorry."
"Never," you gasped, swatting at his hands. He merely shrugged, tickling you harder.
"You sure?"
"Okay, okay, I-I'm sorry!" You managed between breathless pants.
Lando grinned cheekily at you, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before he leaned in to kiss you softly. You threw your arms around his neck tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. When you finally had to pull away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.
"I thought you were too hot," he teased, causing you to groan again and smack his shoulder. Lando pressed another quick kiss to your lips before continuing, "and for the record, I am definitely buying you like 20 fans tomorrow."
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maybe you should doodle however many or few starcon/helix/damned characters as you like (in human or alien form) in cute halloween costumes! imagine... ZEX dressed up as Ariel thelittlemermaid...
Day 26 - "I hadn't realized humans also had aquatic subcultures!" "Oh, well, uhm..."
#My art#Requestober#SCII#Damned#DAX#ZEX#The Captain#You can't tempt me like this I'm too weak to it agh#I am sorely convinced that with a Slightly longer time frame to work on this I would've gone with my first idea#It was way overly-ambitious for a less-than-24-hour time limit but hhghhh I /do/ want to draw everyone in cute costumes!!!#Super doesn't help that I very broke my sleep schedule and like as soon as this came in I fell asleep for three hours lol#And was still tired!!! That's just not fair says I#But I still managed >:3c Because I limited my scope haha but that's important too!! And it still turned out cute!!!#I mean how couldn't it - ZEX as The Little Mermaid is just-#I'm enamoured it's so perfect for him..........what an excellent idea...........definitely not going to be thinking about this for A While#Funnily enough my immediate thought was actually angst haha - the mermaid has to give up her voice! What would ZEX give up?#That he hasn't already anyhow - and then thoughts of reviving Zelnick but selfishly I just hhghgh I love himm I love themmmm#For now the cutes tho!!!!#It tickles me so bad that a significant portion of Damned takes place in October hehe <3 ZEX arrived in November but still!#And then the Halloween event to get their canon outfits back fjdskalfjd ahhh!!!#I'm many many years too late lol but there's something very lovely about the theme continuing ahh <3 <3#Oh yeah and there's also two others in costume here lol - the Captain's was easy haha <3 Dashing prince! He suits it âȘ#For DAX lol at first I considered Triton? But he's not quite That bad about ZEX's human infatuation#Not that he's as admissive or manipulative as Ursula either - at some point it might've just become ''I want to see him in it'' lol#He's so happy about it haha <3#Can you tell I had fun with ZEX's costume lol - sparklies!!! Had fun with the glitter on his shoes :D#I Will find a place to use my scale brush anywhere and everywhere and that's a threat#I wonder what ZEX would think of human animation haha - I only remember there being one movie night at the Institute!#Surely Disney would get the greenlight to be played in the Sun Room! ZEX having a transcendent ''seen'' experience aw <3
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hello hello! teeheeeee i am humbly requesting a snippet đč im totally not foaming at the mouth you can totally trust me to be normal about this
- @squeaky-n-blushy
May I offer you some giggly smol Lan Juniors in these trying times?
[~*~]
âHow can I even distract Xichen-ge?â
Lan Jingyi opened his mouth, but the voice that answered his friend wasnât his. âI think I might have an idea.â
The kids squealed and jumped in surprise, Xiao A-Yi turned to look at him with wide eyes and A-Yuan pressed his hands on his mouth, as if to take back the loud noise. Before he could get that guilty expression in his face, Lan Xichen scooped him in one of his arms and started his most successful distracting technique. An even louder squeal was pried from his nephew.Â
âGege! Xichen-ge!â A-Yuan squirmed in his hold, kicking and trying to push his hand away as it began to squeeze his side non stop, playful, restless fingers spidering and pinching every inch of ticklish skin the ticklish spot. His high squeaky laughter began traveling across the air and the younger one wiggled and wiggled until he could turn around and shove his face in his shoulder, melting completely on him as his entire body shook with his giggles and crackles.
âYes?â Lan Xichen nuzzled the top of his head, happily. He would have to move him soon, both to be sure that Xiao A-Yuan was breathing properly and to see that delightful smile in his expression. âNo need to get shy, little bunny, I think youâre doing a wonderful job at distracting me. I even forgot what I even came here to do.â
#you can pry lxc calling the kids 'little bunny' from my dead cold hands#honestly i don't think I ever wrote a fic w so much characters being tickled there's like 6. rip my bros. lxc tickle monster supremacy wins#which automatically makes me think about all of them getting revenge and xichen being all cute and giggly and crumbling w the teases he use#which automatically makes me think about him getting them back and being all playful and silly. which automatically makes me think about-#it's like that greek guy and his rock#u have no idea how much I am controlling myself to not send u like the entire fic u have no idea squeakyyy#Kanene's asks#Kanene's fic#squeaky-n-blushy is precious#if I told u I am thinking about a new fic w jingyi and cheer up tickles would u make my brain stup up. mah guy gotta settle his priorities#dcfvhnjmjhgfrdefg anyways thaaaaanks a lot again! <3
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juno | l.hc
âone of me is cute, but two thoughâŠ?â
đżnow playing: juno by sabrina carpenter
⯠summary: Kids were never really something you thought about. But then you saw your sexy as fuck boyfriend playing uncle and now you can't stop thinking about giving him a baby of his own. What can you say...your hormones are high.
⯠pairings: haechan x fem!reader
⯠genre: smut, established relationship
⯠words: 2.7k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, unprotected sex (don't do this!), swearing, breeding and pregnancy kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, begging, praise, creampie, slight angst not really idk, fluff, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just the reader getting baby fever from seeing hyuck with kids (very real el oh el.)
an: i know this is like my third haechan post in a week, but i literally donât care. sue me x
You didnât want kids. Well, thatâs not true. You were indifferent to kids.Â
That was until you saw your boyfriend with them. You didnât think you could be more attracted to him, but then he had to go and check off the "great with kids" box. Maybe itâs just his playful side, but Lee Donghyuck is just so good with them.
And being forced to attend his nieceâs first birthday party made you realise it. Honestly, youâd never given much thought to the idea of kidsâcute yes, ready to give up endless nights of sleep, no.Â
But the minute after you walked through his childhood family home and were done greeting his parents and siblings, a swarm of kids ran at him, hugging his legs and stomach. And he just melted into them, so gentle and excited. It was cute and made you smile.Â
From then it was him letting his oldest niece cover his tanned cheeks in blush and stickers, to tossing a ball with his nephew after he announced he made the basketball teamâand donât even get started on him poking the chubby cheeks of his youngest niece, her soft giggles filling the backyard of the party.Â
It was like he was in his elementâsoft, loving, and completely at ease. And even though his nieces and nephews had other uncles and aunts, theyâd always say Uncle Hyuck was their favouriteâeven if they werenât supposed to.
You watch him from the patio door in the kitchen, overhearing him tell his dad heâs âtoo young to be having the adult conversations,â which was really code for âlet me play with the kids.âÂ
Running around, telling jokes, creating games. It had your stomach turning andâwere your heart strings being pulled? Seeing this absolute perfect man, so caring and playful, living just to make those little ones laugh and smile, had you seriously considering the sleepless nights that might come with having some of your own.
Wait.Â
âHeâs good with them, huh?â
You jolt, turning to see Hyuckâs sister standing behind you.
âUh... yeah, I guess so,â you shrug. She steps beside you, and the two of you stand there, watching your boyfriend bounce his niece in his arms, soothing her gently.
She giggles, and you glance over at Hyuckâs sister again. âWhat?â
âNothing,â she shrugs. âJust... youâre looking at him like youâre ready to add to the Lee family name.â
You gasp. âI am not!â
She gives you a knowing look, and you bite your lip, eyes shifting back to Hyuck. This time, heâs handing his niece a sippy cup, tapping her nose. Your chest tightens.
âOkay... I suppose he is good with them.â
Hyuckâs sister nods, humming in agreement. âHe always has been. With every younger sibling, every cousinâeven when I had my first daughter, Hyuck was the most excited.â
Heâs sitting on the grass now, all his nieces and nephews swarming him, tickling him. Heâs being extra dramatic, letting the younger ones tug at his hair just to make them laugh. You stare, warmth and wholesomeness filling you.
âHeâd make a great dad, Y/N.â
The statement is completely sobering.
âUh,â you stammer, running a hand through your hair. âI donât know. We havenât really talked about it.â
Thatâs not entirely true. You had spoken about itâonce. Youâd told him it wasnât something you had planned for but werenât necessarily opposed to, and the conversation had never come up again.
Hyuckâs sister blinks at you, clearly confused. âThatâs crazy. Hyuckâs always said he wants to be a dad.â
Clearly.Â
Thereâs no denying that. Itâs so obviousâevery second heâs cupping up the kids, tickling them, teasing them. He looks so profoundly happy, so perfect. And it suddenly clicks for you.
This could be yours. Forever. He wants it. And now... youâre starting to think you want it, too. Him, this, forever. His kids. Your kids.
âY/N! Y/N!â one of the younger kids calls, waving you over from across the backyard. âCan you play with us? We need more people to play the monsters. Uncle Hyuckie canât do it on his own.â
And just like that, youâre being pulled away from the baby fever conversation and coaxed into joining themânot that it took much convincing. Your thoughts were starting to scare you a little. Youâd never seriously thought about kidsâuntil now.
Because youâd never seen Hyuck look more attractive than when he was playing dad.
âI canât believe sheâs one already,â Hyuck beams from where heâs stretched out on your bed. Heâs been talking about the party nonstop since you got home. âDid you see the little bows in her hair? So fucking cute.â
You glance at him through the vanity mirror where youâre sitting, watching the way his face lights up, animated and so full of joy. Thereâs a warmth in your eyes, your lips curved into a soft smile as you take him in. He notices, raising an eyebrow.
âWhatâs that look for?âÂ
You stand and walk over to him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyebrows knit together, more confused now.
âY/N, whatâs going on?â
You smile, sidestepping his question with one of your own. âDid you have fun today?â
âYessâŠ?â he replies, but thereâs a trace of suspicion in his voice.
âYour familyâs really nice.â
âOh, are they now?â He squints playfully. âI saw you talking to my sister. I hope she wasnât embarrassing meâshe loves doing that.â
You shake your head with a giggle. âShe wasnât.â
âOkayâŠâ he draws out. âThen what was she saying?âÂ
âThat youâd be a good dad. That you want to be a dad.âÂ
Hyuckâs eyes widen and you mentally add this moment to the short list of times your boyfriend has been rendered completely speechlessâstill countable on one hand.
He coughs, his cheeks turning pink. âS-She said that?â
You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing.
âAndâŠwhat did you say back?â
You spread his legs out on the bed so you can slide between them, sitting there and looking up at him as he waits, eager for your response. Heâs so cute like thisâadorable, evenâclearly dying to hear what you thought.
âI didnât respond,â you admit honestly.
You catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes, but he covers it with a laughâthough itâs not genuine. You can tell heâs trying to brush it off, trying to pretend that heâd be okay with the possibility that you might not want that kind of future with him.
âShe shouldnât have said that,â he mumbles, embarrassed. âI used to talk about it a lot as a kid. I donât really think like that now. I canât, you know⊠because of my job.â
âSo you donât want kids because of your job?â You ask. The tone in your voice takes him by surprise because now youâre the one sounding hurt.Â
âBaby... is this a trick question?â He laughs nervously.
You shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. âNo Hyuck. But I want you to answer it truthfully.âÂ
He shrugs, looking unsure. âI donât know. I havenât really thought about it.â
âYouâre lying.â
He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. âBaby, I donât know what you want me to sayââ
âThe truth,â you insist.Â
He pauses, his gaze softening. âI love you, Y/N. You said kids werenât really part of your plan, and thatâs okay,â he begins, his voice steady but sincere. âAnd yeah, maybe I always kind of thought kids would be in mine, but then I met you. And you became my plan.â
You grab a hold of his hand and squeeze. It draws a genuine smile from him before he speaks again.Â
âI know weâve never talked about it since. But Iâm fine with anythingâas long as itâs with you.â
You smile, his comment pulling at your heartstrings because you feel the exact same way.Â
âThose kids absolutely adore you, Hyuck,â you say and he gives a half smile.Â
âWell, I am their favourite Uncle.âÂ
You trail a soft finger up and down the naked skin of his arm. His eyes follow your touch and that furrowed expression is on his face again.Â
âY/N whatâs going on with you? Youâre confusing meââ
âYou knowââ you cut him off. âI think youâd be a great dad.âÂ
He stares at you, properly taking you in. Heâs never seen this side of you before, and youâve never given him a compliment quite like that before. The thought of you being into the idea of him as a dad⊠well, he didnât expect it to turn him on this much. Maybe itâs the way your fingers brush his arm? Yeah no, itâs not.
âToday made me realise something,â you say, shifting to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck now. He raises a curious brow, waiting. âYou look so hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is so fucking hot, Hyuck.â
Hyuck smiles at the confession, and his hands move to grip your ass as he ground your hips forward on himself. You let out a small gasp of surprise as you feel him.Â
âPlease donât joke like that, Y/N,â he whines, eyes squeezing shut. âBecause Iâve been thinking about you being the mother of my kids since the day I met you.â
You giggle, biting your lip to stifle the soft moans escaping you as he grinds you slowly against his growing bulge.
âWell, why donât you do something about it then,â you tease breathlessly, feeling the hardness of him through his sweatpants.
Hyuckâs mouth parts, caught somewhere between awe and shock, but before he can question how serious you are, your lips capture his, and your tongue is slipping inside his mouth to deepen the kiss.
The groan you both share is synchronised, and itâs all the encouragement he needs to flip you over, hovering above you with a renewed sense of urgency to make promise of your teasing.Â
His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them off as you shift upward against your pillows, tossing your nightgown aside. Hyuck strips out of his own clothes, desperate to press his bare skin against yours, his need overwhelming any sense of patience.
He kisses you back roughly, passionately. Fuelled by your impossible hotness and readiness to be fuckedâfucked by him. Your tongue dips deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied, craving more of him. You cling to him, your hands and legs moving over his skin, desperate to feel every inch. Your hips roll up, slickness coating his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth.Â
Hyuck pulls back with dark eyes. Youâhis girlânaked and desperate under him, begging him to do something about his baby feverâyour baby fever. Itâs the hottest shit heâs ever seen. His new favourite thing. His obsession. He loves seeing you like this, he decidesâso willing, so desperate for him, for his cock. Needing him to bring you the pleasure only he can give. And heâll make sure you remember that once you're carrying his child.
The image floods his mindâyour stomach growing, swelling with his baby, the glow in your smile as you hold his child. A family, all with him. Only him. Because you want his kids.
The last thought pushes him over the edge, and with a low growl, he bites down on your neck, lips and teeth claiming your skin. He wants you marked by himâlike alwaysâbut this time itâs different. Itâs possessive. Primal. Feral. His saliva wet on your neck, dark bruises blooming over your breasts, his fingers burning prints into your hips, and his seed buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt.
His cock jumps when you roll your hips again, your whimpers causing him to groan and eyes roll back. You sound so desperate. Desperate to make him your forever.Â
âHyuckââ you sob as his teeth graze your nipple, sending it hardening under his touch. âPlease, I need to feel you.â
His eyes sparkle with lust as he drapes your legs over his waist and leans down, capturing your mouth in a long, needy kiss. He aligns himself with your slick pussy, your fingers clawing at his back as he slowly eases into you. He fills you completely, lifting your hips to bury himself deeper.
âSo fucking pretty like this,â he mumbles, pulling away to admire the way you take his thick cock. âTaking me so well, always so good for me, arenât you, baby?â
You moan as his cock hits every spot inside youâso deep, so hard, so good. Each thrust drags along your walls in a way that feels divine.
âCanât wait until youâre mine, so full of me,â he whispers, kissing your neck. You whimper, your walls clenching at his words, urging him to quicken his pace. âDo you want that, baby? Want my cum inside this pretty pussy?â
âYesâfuck yesâplease.â
âSay it for me,â he requests softly, a gentle yet desperate edge in his voice. âPlease tell me.â
âI want to be yours; make me yours,â you breathe out.
Hyuck's gaze drops to your lips, entranced by the words spilling from them. He thrusts harder, your nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer. Your cunt swallows his cock whole, turning his thrusts sloppy, and he groans.
Youâre practically sobbing with how fast heâs driving into you, so close to seeing stars.
âYouâre so good at taking me,â he praises, his breath ragged. âGonna make me fill you.â
You squeeze around him, and the thought of cumming inside you sends a shiver through his thighs, making his breathing stutter.
âYes! Fuck, please keep going,â You pant.Â
âWant you so full of me that itâs dripping down your leg. And then Iâll push it back in when I fuck you again.â
Your breaths grow louder and quicker, matching his as you both teeter on the edge. He kisses you deeply, your mouths suffocating each other as you grip his soft brown hair. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight.
âHyuckâIâm gonna cum.â
âSo fucking good, baby,â he moans in awe. âIâm going to fill you with my cum. I want you overflowing with my seedâfuck!â He grunts hoarsely, his body tightening with tension.
Your walls shatter around him, tightening and fluttering on his cock as you cum. Hyuck holds you close, so intimately, holding himself deep inside you as he feels the first spurts of his cum shooting from his cock.Â
He doesnât stop, his hips still moving gently, making sure you take everything, softening each thrust with tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You sigh dreamily, fingers threading through his hair, and he smiles, still half-hard inside you. Youâre exhausted, and the sight of your sleepy expression makes his heart twist. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, you stay like thatâso close, so intimate.
But as the post-orgasm bliss begins to fade, a flicker of panic flashes in his eyes.
âFuckââ he mutters, pulling himself off of you quickly. Thereâs a gnawing feeling in his chest, a sudden guilt. âY/N, Iâm really sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Do you want me to run to the storeââ
âNo.â You shake your head and grab his arm, keeping him close. âI donât want you to. If thatâs okayâŠâ
His eyes darken with lust before a slow smile spreads across his face.
âY-yeah⊠thatâs more than okay with me,â he says, nodding eagerly.
âWho knows?â You shrug with a teasing grin. âI might not even get pregnant this time.â
His eyebrows shoot up. âThis time?â
You nod confidently. âYeah, this time. Because weâre going to keep doing this until I am pregnant, Hyuck.â
His grin widens as he climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.
âI never thought Iâd hear you say that, especially not when I woke up this morning,â he laughs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.
You giggle, leaning into his touch. âWhat can I say? Seeing you in dad mode made me so fucking horny.â
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 1 - The Introduction
Summary: Captain Price has been fighting the requests to add an omega to his team until those requests become commands. You find yourself traveling half a world away to join a pack of highly trained soldiers to balance out their dynamic. Not all of them are quite so happy about your arrival, but you're a good omega who does as you're told.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, brief moments of panic on the reader's side, scenting, military inaccuracies, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.
Author's Note: I couldn't help it and I've found myself falling into the Call of Duty brainrot once again so here I am to bless you with some poly 141 a/b/o goodness. It's just part 1, I promise things will get better as the story goes along.
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âI donât like this.âÂ
âBelieve me, John, I know. But the higher ups are putting a lot of pressure on us with this initiative and Iâve pushed back as much as I can. Theyâre convinced it will be good for morale and team dynamics.âÂ
He wants to protest, but heâs been protesting this idea for three months. âWhat more can you tell me about her?âÂ
âNot much that isnât already in her file.â Her tone is not lost on him. She can, but thatâs not a conversation to be held over the phone. âSheâs quiet and polite, a bit jumpy but she relaxes once she gets to know you. Remember, I picked her out myself.âÂ
That doesnât make him feel any better.
He flips through the file again after he hangs up with Laswell. He almost has it memorized by now, having looked through time and time again since the letter was dropped on his desk three months ago.Â
He stares at the photo, the headshot taken by the institute in her file. Sheâs cute, as most omegas are. American, but she had grown up on military bases. At least this world wasnât entirely unfamiliar to her. He grimaces as he looks over her DOB below the photo. Sheâs young, younger than he would have liked, but at least she was old enough to drink.Â
He sighs through his nose as he flips through her records. Sheâs been in the institute for nearly ten years, likely sent as soon as she presented. He flips through page after page of test results, notes from her instructors, personality and temperament analysis, essays and essays worth of information written on her and also by her. He didnât care so much about what her instructors thought, he was more interested in her.Â
âChrist.â He breathes as he pauses on the page with her statistics, rubbing his eyes. The file has everything in it, down to heat tracking and her early signs it was starting.Â
As if he doesnât have enough to worry about, now heâs going to have an omega under his care.Â
He hasnât considered taking an omega in well over a decade. Back when he had been young and reckless, he had once considered starting his own pack, but then his career in the military began to take off and he let that dream go. It became too dangerous, and he had seen many times what happened to omegas who were left behind during deployments for too long.Â
His team didnât need an omega. He had briefly considered it in the beginning as they adjusted to the new dynamics, but he knew it was too dangerous and their schedules were far too unpredictable for the sort of stability omegas needed. He had fought time and time again against the push to add an omega to the team. They had settled into their roles easily, and operated perfectly fine with the missing dynamic.Â
Then the Omega Initiative was born and he found himself with no grounds to refuse anymore. Task Force 141 was getting an omega whether they wanted one or not.Â
He canât help the tickle in the back of his mind that something else might be going on. He flips back to the first page, staring at the omegaâs photo. Theyâd be here in a week. Sheâd be flying with Laswell to London where sheâd be given a few days to adjust before theyâd fly in here and sheâll be left with her new pack.Â
Price closes the file, leaning back in his chair. He has a lot to do in the next week.Â
You stare down at the files laid out on the table. Four of them, hardly more than a single page each, most of which was blacked out. Theyâre all older than you, their birth years at least visible to you. Most of the things on the file you donât understand, and you weren't even sure how tall they were since you canât convert meters to feet in your head.Â
Youâre tired and on edge, nervous about tomorrow when you'd meet your new pack. You sit back in your seat, letting out a long breath.Â
âI know.â Station Chief Laswell, Kate as you had been told to call her, takes the seat across from you. âYouâre going to have to get used to hearing the word classified. What they tell you about themselves is, of course, up to them, but the things they do, the places they go, even with your security clearance as high as it is, that will all still be-âÂ
âClassified?â You finish for her.Â
Kate smiles. âExactly. Itâs mostly for your safety. The less you know...âÂ
The less there is to make you a target.Â
Youâd been given that speech before you left D.C. Youâd been given a lot of briefings, as Kate had called them, since you had been pulled into the directorâs office at The Institute and told to pack your bag. You remembered Kate and the interview you had done a few days prior. It hadnât been any different than the other interviews youâd done before, except that you were chosen this time.Â
What had come after was three months of intense briefings and training, for what, you hadnât really known at the time. They had told you little, at least until last week when Kate pulled you into her office and told you what was happening and why it was happening and where you were going.Â
âYou donât have anything to worry about, though.â Kate continues, something youâve been told over and over again during your briefings. âTheyâre all good men. John and I know each other well. I wouldnât have picked you if I didnât think you could handle them.âÂ
You continue to stare at the files. Two alphas, two betas. It wasnât an unusual pack, evenly balanced, except for the missing omega. If the situation were different they may have elected to have two omegas to keep the even balance. This wasnât a normal situation, though. This was a military pack, special forces at that. It wasnât unusual for packs to form on bases, especially those stationed together for long periods of time. Alphas and betas united together with one purpose, one collective goal.Â
That was why so many alphas were drawn to the military.Â
That, and the excuse for violence.Â
Omegas werenât allowed to enlist, omegas werenât allowed to hold many jobs at all. It was usually only in special circumstances, and even then, they were more likely to be assigned into a pack than be allowed to work and care for themselves. In a lot of ways you were lucky. You wouldnât have to fight to find a pack, fight to find a match, fight for one of the few decent alphas left in the world. Your road had been chosen for you as soon as you presented.Â
In a lot of ways, though, things were worse for you.Â
âHow do you feel?â Kate asks, looking you over. Youâve grown to like the beta Station Chief in the weeks youâve spent together.Â
âTired.â You run a hand across your face.Â
âThe time difference will do that to you.â Kate says, giving you a sympathetic look. âNot to mention everything else.â Kate stands, stacking the files and pushing them to the center of the table. âI have a couple more errands to run, so get some rest. Iâll pick us up some dinner on the way back.âÂ
You look nervous.Â
He canât blame you. Heâd felt a bit of a nervous twist to his stomach this morning as heâd finished ensuring everything was in place. He doesnât often get nervous anymore, years and years of experience giving him the ability to expect anything and react accordingly.Â
This is different, though. This isnât a soldier heâs greeting, this is an omega.Â
His omega.Â
As Pack Alpha he had more of a claim to you than anyone else. It was his mark youâd wear, his scent that everyone would notice first. It was his duty to protect you, to ensure you have everything you need. Youâre not another member of his team, youâre not even a soldier. Youâre just a poor civilian thatâs been thrust into this world of danger and secrecy.Â
âCaptain Price.â Laswell greets him, shaking his hand.Â
He greets her back, but he canât help his gaze as it flickers to the omega. Youâre small, as expected of an omega. Your sweatshirt hides most of your curves, but your jeans hug your full thighs. Most omegas are small and soft, designed to be held and healthy enough to bear children when cared for correctly.Â
He doesnât even want to think about that.Â
Laswell introduces you, your feet shuffling a bit as you step forward toward him. Coming from an institute, you likely hadnât had much contact with alphas before now. You try to stand taller, look braver as you stand before him, but he can smell the tangy edge of anxiety surrounding your scent.Â
âItâs a pleasure to meet you, sir.â You say, shaking his hand. Itâs small and warm in his, your skin soft and slightly clammy.Â
âThe pleasure is mine.â He says, releasing your hand.Â
You let it drop to your side, pulling your sleeve down over your fingers. You shift on your feet, your body language betraying your nervousness. Hunched shoulders, fingers tugging your sleeves over your hands, shifting your weight foot to foot as if you might take off running at a momentâs notice. Your eyes dart across the airfield taking in the movement around them. Youâre on edge, alert, and likely a little overwhelmed.Â
âIâll show you around and let you get settled.â He says, his eyes shifting to Laswell. âYou and I have some things to discuss.âÂ
You follow behind him with Laswell as he leads you towards the building that served as the 141âs home base. He points out different places you might find yourself visiting. The gym, the rec area, the mess hall, and finally their barracks. He leads you down the hallway where their rooms were located, pointing out each door before he gets to yours, sandwiched between his own and Gazâs, with Soap and Ghost on the other side.Â
He opens the door, letting you enter. He stays in the doorway, letting you explore the small space. Your bags had been brought in, the faint hint of the beta Corporal that had brought them in still lingering in the air. Thereâs four shirts folded neatly on the desk, one from each of them that theyâd slept in for the last couple days to give you a chance to get used to their scents.Â
âThe lads are still running a simulation, but theyâll be done within the hour.â He says, drawing your gaze from the bed. âWeâll let you get settled in and Iâll come get you when theyâre ready.âÂ
âThank you, sir.â You say.
Laswell steps in as he steps away for a moment, letting the two of you say your goodbyes. Youâd likely see Laswell again, and soon, but he knows after three months youâll have bonded with her just a bit.Â
Price leads Laswell to his office after she leaves your room, his ears picking up the sound of the lock clicking into place as they walk away. Heâd left it on for a reason, wanting to give you the ability to feel safe and secure as you adjusted, even though you had nothing to worry about.Â
âSo.â Price says as he sits behind his desk, reclining back in his seat. âWhat can you really tell me about her?âÂ
Laswell gives him a knowing look. âThe CIA has had their eyes on her for years now. The Omega Initiative as it is now, isnât how it started. They were going to train omegas as agents, and she was one of the first names on that list. They had FIOT put a hold on her file once she came of age.âÂ
Federal Institute of Omega Training. The name was stamped on the front of your file. It was the highest rated institute in America, the place where most omegas born to politicians, government workers, and some military went.Â
âThey had agents go in and pretend to be interested parties just to make it seem like there was interest in her.â Laswell continues. âBut, you know omegas arenât cut out for this kind of work, so they changed the Initiative. She was still at the top of the list, but there were some...hesitations as to where to place her.âÂ
âWhat sort of hesitations?â He asks.Â
âYou saw those scores, John. Sheâs a good omega. Those purebred instincts are strong, and that makes her an easy target.âÂ
Most omegas born from an alpha/omega pairing were good at listening to their instincts. That was why they carried such a high standing, even among omegas. But, being so closely intune with their instincts made them more sensitive, more vulnerable. They were more likely to give in to an alpha, if the alpha knew how to play them right.Â
Laswell pulls a file from her bag, sliding it across his desk to him. âSheâd get walked all over in a larger pack, and the last thing she needs is to get hurt by an overbearing alpha.â Thereâs something hidden in Laswellâs words, his mind filing that away for later. âI need someone I can trust with her. Sheâs smart, learns fast. She needs a challenge, but also someone that wonât take advantage of her.âÂ
âIt sounds like youâve grown rather fond of her.â He says, flipping open the first page of the file. Itâs the CIAâs data on her, everything theyâd done in the last three months to prepare her for her life as a Special Operations pack omega.Â
âLike I said, Iâm the one that picked her for your team.â Laswell leans forward against his desk. âShe knows what sheâs in for. She was well prepared for this kind of life. Sheâll let you mark her, no questions asked because thatâs what sheâs been told to do. Sheâs obedient, John, almost to a fault.â
âThat could be dangerous.â Price says.Â
âYes, it could.â Laswell says. âIâm leaving her in your capable hands. She has my number, and so do you.âÂ
Price walks her back to the airfield, his head reeling a bit as he replays their conversation over and over. The hidden messages in Laswellâs words arenât lost on him, and his gut feeling that something else was going on had been correct.
âTake care of her, John.â Laswell says. âIâm putting a lot of trust in you.âÂ
He hasnât failed her yet.Â
Your body is tingling. Youâre not sure if itâs nerves or something else. You havenât been around an alpha since the day of your presentation, when you had been pulled from your home and taken to the institute. You had nearly wanted to keel over when you came face to face with Captain Price. Your alpha. Heâs a commanding presence, the tickling at the back of your neck still not quite gone even though the door is shut and locked.Â
The bed is comfortable, not any worse than what you slept on in the institute. Thereâs extra pillows and blankets stacked at the end, likely for your nest when you finally settled enough to make one. The door to the private bathroom is cracked open, facing the end of the bed. Thereâs four shirts on the desk next under the window next to the bathroom door, and your bags are sitting in front of the dresser and closet situated on the opposite wall from the bed.
You push yourself to stand, ignoring the way your legs wobble as you stare down at the four shirts on the desk. Theyâre all olive green, folded neatly in the exact same way. You wouldnât have known any different, except for the scents gently wafting from them, and the names on the tags.Â
Price. You pick up the one that will be the most familiar, bringing it to your nose. Tobacco smoke, aftershave, something sharp like whiskey. All things you had scented on him in your short time together. Underneath you catch a whiff of his natural scent. Something woody, fresh. A tingle crawls up your spine, prickling in the back of your neck again. You drop the shirt on the desk, taking a step back to breathe in the unscented air for a moment.Â
Youâre breathing heavily as you go for the shirt next to Priceâs. Garrick. You press the shirt against your nose, inhaling. Aftershave, different from Priceâs. Some kind of lotion. Coconut oil maybe? You canât pick up more than the base scent of beta, the soothing almondy scent.Â
You take another deep inhale of it, letting the beta scent ease you before you let it drop to the desk beside Priceâs. You grab the one next to it, looking at the tag. MacTavish. You lift it to your face, scenting another aftershave. Thereâs something citrusy mixed in as well, slightly watered down compared to the scent of the aftershave. Again, you canât pick up more than the scent of beta, letting it ease the tickling on the back of your neck again before you let it drop back on the desk.Â
One more to go.Â
You pick up the last shirt. Ghost. The faceless one. You bring the shirt to your nose, wincing slightly at the sharp tang of gunpowder and metal, smoke and a lingering aftershave. You try to smell deeper, but your nose burns with scent blocker spray. You let out a huff, dropping it back onto the desk.Â
This Ghost was dedicated to his anonymity.Â
Heâs going to be a problem.Â
You sink back onto the bed, eyeing the shirts. Your senses have heightened, picking up the scents wafting off of them, mixing in the air. You pick up the sound of boots approaching, three pairs of feet making their way down the hall. You can hear them talking and laughing as they approach. Thereâs a pause outside your door and you hold your breath, sitting as still as possible.Â
Of course they can smell you. You had sprayed yourself down with scent blockers before you left the hotel, but it had likely worn off by now. Even with the blocker, the scent of unmated omega wasnât hidden easily. The entire base had probably caught a whiff of your scent by now. Caramel, vanilla, strawberries with the undertone of pure omega that made alphas go insane.Â
âComing, Si?âÂ
Your lungs burn as you hold your breath, and for a moment youâre afraid your heartbeat might be audible from how hard itâs pounding. Steps recede from your door and you donât breathe until theyâve disappeared.Â
You decide to unpack to keep your mind busy as you wait. You donât have much, mostly clothes from the institute and toiletries. You donât even have a photo of your family, that part of your life behind you. You put your clothes away, venturing into the small bathroom to put away your toiletries. Thereâs towels already inside, along with a few things like shampoo and soap. Theyâre all scentless, like the things you had brought from the institute.Â
Nothing that could dampen your natural scent.Â
You almost donât hear the knock on the door, lost in your own thoughts. You take a steadying breath, hand hesitating over the lock. What if it wasnât Price? What if it wasnât anyone from your new pack?Â
âJust me.â Priceâs voice comes through the door.Â
Of course he would notice your hesitation. Heâs a trained soldier, heâs always going to be aware of his surroundings. You unlock the door, opening it slowly.Â
Price greets you with a small smile, your nose picking up the scent of his aftershave and the lingering scent of tobacco smoke now that youâre attune to it. âTheyâre ready, if you are.â He says.Â
You nod. âYeah, I guess.â It wasnât like you had much of a choice to say no.Â
You slip out the door, closing it behind you. Youâd ditched your sweatshirt, wearing a scoop-necked shirt to give them easy access for the scenting. Price leads you down the hallway, back towards his office. Youâre not quite sure what to expect, the nervous twisting in your stomach coming back.Â
âI thought weâd do it in a meeting room.â Price says, likely picking up on the change in your scent. âSomewhere neutral.âÂ
Itâs smart, itâll keep you from getting too overwhelmed by other scents or sounds. The last thing you need to do is panic and send them all into a spiral. Talk about a first impression.Â
Price pauses outside a door, looking down at you. His gaze is kind, almost sympathetic as you take a deep breath. âReady?âÂ
Not really, but you wouldnât dare say that. You have to do this, and the sooner you got the awkward part over with, the easier things will get. You nod, hands tugging nervously at the bottom of your shirt. âYes, sir.âÂ
Price opens the door, stepping in first. Youâre glad for the few moments youâre hidden behind him as the scents in the room slam into you. Alpha and two betas, scents you recognize from their shirts. They stand as Price enters, and for a moment you want to stay hidden behind the alpha but you know you have to be brave. You were made for this. The words drilled into your brain over and over again at the institute flash through your brain. You have one job in life and this is it.Â
You can hold power over them.Â
The words from the book your bunkmate had smuggled in flash through your mind. âThe Powerful Omegaâ, it had been titled. Authored by a progressive omega, it talked all about how powerful omegas could be, even those forced into traditional roles. You can get them all wrapped around your finger if you wanted to.Â
You steady your nerves, clenching your hands into fists at your sides and step out from behind Price. Your skin prickles as three sets of eyes are set on you. Price is speaking but youâre not really listening as you take them in. You recognize the two betas from their files.
Gaz, you pick up Price doing introductions, has kind eyes. Heâs tall for a beta, almost the same height as Price. He waves to you, offering you a small smile.Â
Soap is the shortest of the four, more what you would expect from a beta. âGood to meet ya, lass.â He greets you, giving you a charming smile. Heâs going to push your boundaries, you can tell.Â
Youâre beginning to see the dynamics already.Â
âAnd Ghost.â Price says, your eyes finally moving to the place youâve been avoiding since you walked in.Â
All hulking muscle, Ghost seems to take up the entire room. Your heart flutters nervously as you meet his dark gaze, his face hidden by a balaclava with a skull painted on the front. His presence is oppressive, tickling the back of your neck. Youâre not sure if you want to run or submit to him, every inch of him screaming alpha.Â
Priceâs hand on your back nearly makes you jump, your gaze finally drawing away from Ghost and back to him. âCome on, take a seat. Tell us about yourself.â Â
Price sits at the head of the table, Ghost, Soap and Gaz to his left. You take the seat on the right, staring at the other three members of your pack. You jump into your spiel, things that they already knew if theyâd read your file. Thereâs not much else to tell, since everything about you was in that file. That was its purpose, to make you look as appealing as possible to potential alphas and packs.Â
âWhat about your family?â Soap asks, the sharp scent of your nervous energy spiking for a moment. âDo you still talk to them?âÂ
You shake your head. âNot for a few years. Institutes donât really encourage keeping ties with previous packs, but I know there were a few omegas that did. It was hard to keep track of where my family was.âÂ
âYour father was a Marine, correct?â Price, even though they already know the answer.Â
You nod. âYes, sir.âÂ
âYou lived on base?â He asks.Â
You nod again. âYes, sir. We moved a lot, but we lived in pack housing on every base. We were a family pack, and I was number four of eight by the time I presented.âÂ
âWhen did you get sent to the Institute?â He asks, almost regretting answering it.Â
Itâs a sore subject, he can tell by the change in your face and the slight souring of your scent. âThe day after I presented.â You say.Â
The tension in the room is palpable, Soap and Gazâs eyes widening in shock as Ghost's shoulders tense just slightly. Price stares at you with a sympathetic look in his eyes. He knew it was likely shortly after, but that soon? Most would wait until the presentation had finished at least, and usually there was some downtime when it came to getting into an institute as well.Â
âMy father was a traditionalist alpha.â You say, something they also knew by your status. It was printed all over your file, squeezed in every place it could be as a reminder of your worth to whomever was reading it. âIt was because we were already on base that they got to me so fast.â You explain. âIt was my dadâs status in the Marines that got me into FIOT.âÂ
âWhat was it like, in the institute?â Gaz asks, wanting to change the subject a bit, if only to ease the sourness in your scent.Â
You huff out a laugh, the corner of your lips lifting in a smile. âNot unlike the military, I think. We had strict schedules we stuck to every day. Everything was dictated for us, what we wore, what we learned, what we did with our free time and how often we got it. Even what we ate was chosen for us. We always had to be ready to be tested at any time, and we were always being observed.âÂ
âYour test scores were high.â Price remarks.Â
You shrug. âIâm a perfect omega, or so my instructors always said. It comes easily to me. I donât really have to think much about it.âÂ
âDid you really kneel for two hours straight?â Gaz asks.Â
You huff out a laugh. âYeah. There was one day...it was a couple years ago. I donât know what caused it but there was something in the air. We were all on edge and worked up. The director got tired of us and made us all kneel in the mess hall during our two hour afternoon break. No cushions, no pillows. Just all forty of us, kneeling on the marble floor for two hours. Not everyone could do it. Quite a few got too fidgety, couldnât handle the pain. Three even passed out.âÂ
âHow did you manage it?â Gaz asks.Â
Price wasnât a fan of using instinctual habits as punishment. It left a bad taste in his mouth, and he can only imagine what else you could say they forced you to do with such nonchalance.Â
âTo be honest, I donât remember most of it. I just let my mind go somewhere else and before I knew it the time was up.â You shrug.
âWe wonât make you kneel for two hours.â Price says. âAnd definitely not without a pillow.âÂ
You smile softly. âThank you, sir.âÂ
Price watches you, the way your eyes dart around the room again, the sour edge of your scent gone, but the tang of anxiety remains. Youâve relaxed some, though, your shoulders are not quite so tense and youâve stopped picking at your nails.Â
Ghost has remained silent the entire time youâve spoken, eyes glued on you. Youâve tried not to look at him, finding your words get stuck in your throat whenever you meet his gaze.Â
Heâs going to be a problem.Â
âThereâs some rules we need to go over before anything else.â Price says. âYou have freedom to roam this building as you please, but one of us will escort you if you need to go elsewhere at least until youâve been marked. Thereâs other alphas on this base and I donât want them getting any ideas.âÂ
You knew well enough omegas frequented the barracks on bases often. You donât want to be mistaken as one. Even with their scents on you, you know that wonât stop some. Youâre not even sure a mark will stop them either.Â
âI want full transparency. If something happens you come to me, or you call Kate if weâre gone. If you need anything too, the same order stands.â Youâre beginning to detect the edge to his voice, The Captain slipping through his more casual demeanor. âWe have some downtime to adjust for now, but sometimes we may leave for weeks at a time. It will be rough, I wonât lie to you, but Kate pulled some strings and thereâs an Omega Specialist thatâs been brought in for you. Youâll meet her later, Iâm sure she wants to do a full workup.âÂ
Youâve met many Omega Specialists in your time. The beta medical professionals that go through specialized training so they can assist and treat omegas better than regular doctors and medics. Most of them go through a residency at Institutes, studying and practicing on young omegas. The thought of having at least someone who might understand you on a deeper level is comforting.Â
âIâm starving, letâs get the scenting over with.â Soap nearly whines, rubbing his stomach.Â
His words strike a chord of nervous energy in you again. You had been prepared many times for the scenting. Youâd seen instructional videos and done mock practices with your fellow omegas. Yet you feel like itâs not going to be enough. These were real alphas and betas, your pack. What if you donât like the way they smell?Â
What if they donât like the way you smell?Â
âIf youâre alright with it?â Price says, looking at you.Â
Youâre taken aback by the offer for consent. You werenât expecting it, as this was something you have to do. What would happen if you said no? Would they respect your boundaries? The fact you had been asked at all is shocking to you. You wonât say no, because youâll have to do it eventually, and at least this way youâll be walking around smelling like them. If nothing else, it might make this transition a bit easier.Â
âYeah.â You nod, swallowing down your nerves. âIâm okay with it.âÂ
All five of you stand from the table, your stomach churning with nervous energy. You try to clear your head, try to calm yourself so you donât stink them out with your anxiety. You need your scent to be clear, to be as tantalizing as possible.Â
âDonât look so worried, lass.â Soap says as they gather around you. âWe wonât bite.â He winks at you playfully.Â
Your cheeks warm as Price steps up to you. He is right, that would come later. Likely during your first heat when Price would give you his mark and claim you as his. It wasnât unusual for packs with multiple alphas to let more than one claim an omega, but judging from what youâve seen of Ghost, youâre not sure thatâs going to happen.Â
He had a right to claim you too, but from the look of it, he was the least excited about your joining their pack.Â
You tense as Priceâs hands settle on your waist, lifting you up so youâre seated on the edge of the table, putting you closer to being eye-to-eye with them. Theyâre all so big, the natural consequence of genetics and their jobs.Â
âReady?âÂ
You turn to look up at Price, close enough you can see the freckles on his nose and the grey in his blue eyes. You nod, pressing your hands into the table as you bare your neck for him. Your heart is fluttering in your chest as he leans in closer, pressing his face against your neck. His beard tickles your skin as he rubs his face against your scent gland, warm breaths fanning against your skin.Â
He pulls away just slightly, baring his own neck to you. You press forward, gripping the edge of the table as you press your face against his throat. You catch the scents you had picked up on his shirt in your room, the surface level scents that were environmental. You close your eyes, inhaling deeper. Woody. Pine? Spruce? It reminds you of a candle your mother used to burn. Thereâs another scent, the one that lingers. Petrichor, you think, rubbing your face against his scent gland.Â
His hand on your side pulls you back from your scent-induced haze, and you force yourself back from him. You take deep breaths of the sterile air in the meeting room, picking up his scent more clearly now as it mixes with the others.Â
âGood girl.â He says, squeezing your side gently. Something flutters in your stomach at his praise, some deep primal part of your brain preening at the thought of making your alpha proud. âGhost.â He says, stepping back from you.Â
Youâre snapped back into reality as the hulking alpha steps up towards you, moving almost silently. You try to keep yourself calm as he stalks towards you, his sharp gaze burning into yours.Â
Heâs testing you.Â
You wonât satisfy him, holding his gaze as he reaches you, his thighs pressing against your knees. One hand comes to rest next to your hip on the table, his body leaning in towards you. Youâre enveloped by the black fabric of his sweatshirt as his other hand reaches up to tug his balaclava up. Stubble tickles your skin as he presses his face against your throat, breathing in deeply. He lets out a quiet sound as he scents you, almost akin to a growl.Â
He shifts his weight, pressing his uncovered scent gland against your face. You close your eyes, inhaling deeply. Gunpowder and metal stings your nose again, along with the scent of his body wash. You press deeper into his throat, seeking out his natural scent. Something deep and musky washes over you, like suede or leather. Thereâs something fresh in there too, almost like eucalyptus. You press your face closer, inhaling it deeply. Your head spins, and youâre sure your knees would have given out if you hadnât been sitting.Â
Something rumbles in Ghost's chest as you scent him in a daze. While all alphasâ scents carried a natural musk, Ghosts seems to shoot directly to some deep part of your brain even Priceâs scent hadnât reached.Â
You let out a quiet whine as heâs pulled from you, his mask back in place by the time you pry your eyes open. Ghost is leaning back against the wall, eyes back to their icy stare as he watches you. Your head is still spinning as someone steps up next to you, taking Ghostâs place.Â
âHow ya doing?â Gaz asks, eyes assessing you. âHanging in there?âÂ
You nod, taking a couple deep breaths to try and clear your head.Â
âYouâre halfway there.â He says, leaning in closer. âGot through the hard part.âÂ
His breath fans your neck as he leans in, the familiar scent of beta flooding your senses. He was likely doing it on purpose, trying to calm you after the intensity of being scented by two alphas. You breathe in the almondy scent, relaxing into him as he scents you. Your hands raise, gripping his shoulders as he presses his neck close to your face. You seek out the source of the calming scent, pressing your nose into his scent gland.Â
Youâre drawn from the room and to the time your family took a trip to the beach when your father was stationed in North Carolina. Salty sea air, briney and clean, and something else, something soft. Like the clean linen scented spray your mother used on the laundry. Youâre clinging to him, his arms around you as you relax into his scent. The tingling energy that had begun to build up at the proximity to the alphas fades as you melt into the calming energy of the beta in front of you.Â
âEasy.â He says, his hand on the back of your head as he pulls you away from him. You take a deep breath, trying to clear your head. âStill with us?â He asks, meeting your gaze.Â
âYeah.â You say, sounding breathless. You knew scenting could be intense, but you hadnât expected it to feel quite like this.Â
âAlmost done, hen.â Soap says, taking Gazâs place in front of you. âLucky thereâs only four of us.â
Heâs right, you think as you bear your throat for him. Youâre not sure you could have handled it had there been more of them. You already feel like youâre floating, enveloped in so many scents youâre not sure what to do. That tingling has begun at the back of your neck as Soap scents you, your eyes meeting Ghostâs. The look in them has changed, his body poised like heâs ready to strike at a momentâs notice.Â
Soap pulls back, blocking your view of him as he bears his throat to you. You press your face into his neck, pushing past the scents you knew, and that beta scent, looking for him.Â
You inhale deeply, the scent of warm spices invading your nose. It smells like the holidays, cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger enveloping you. You can almost taste the apple pie, see the gingerbread houses. You cling to his shirt, holding him against you as you rub your face against his throat.Â
Youâre trembling just slightly as Soap withdraws from your hold. Itâs subtle, but to them, highly aware soldiers, itâs likely clear as day. Your skin is buzzing, like the fluorescent lights above you. You can hear it now, the buzz of electricity. Your pupils are blown, the room suddenly clearer and sharper.Â
âThere she is.â The low grumble of Priceâs voice begins to pull you from your heightened state, your eyes turning to him as his hand cups your cheek.Â
You press into the rough palm of his hand, eyes picking up the grey in his beard and hair as he stands in front of you. Heâs older than you, theyâre all older than you. Older than you, bigger than you, stronger than you. A small tickle of fear begins to itch in the back of your mind, drawing you from your daze.Â
Youâre vulnerable, entirely vulnerable and incapable of defending yourself against them. Forgetting second genders, theyâre all much stronger than you, not to mention trained fighters. Youâd be fucked if they decided to try anything, if they wanted to do anything. Youâd be entirely helpless against them.Â
They could if they wanted to.Â
It would be well within their rights. Even though you had just met, even though you bore no claiming mark, there was nothing stopping them. You couldnât stop them, and no one would help you.Â
âYou hungry, pup?âÂ
Priceâs voice cuts through your fearful daze. Thereâs a slight furrow to his brow, likely picking up the sharp edge seeping into your scent. Omega fear and distress was the one defense nature gave to your kind, aside from the omega itself. Itâs a putrid scent meant to ward off alphas and betas. Youâve heard it described as smelling like sulfur, burning coals, gasoline, melting plastic, and sometimes even the ozonic scent that accompanied alphas in a true rage. It was a warning, but it doesn't always work.Â
Pup. Price called you Pup.Â
You havenât been called âpupâ since you were a pup. Itâs a commonly used nickname for any status. You remember your father calling your older brothers pup, even after they presented. It could be derogatory, but itâs more commonly used affectionately. Heâs trying to ease your discomfort, the fear welling up inside you.Â
The door is open, the fresh air of the hallway watering down the heavy mix of scents that had become trapped in the room. Soap and Gaz have already stepped out, Ghosts hulking figure blocking the doorway for a moment as he follows them, leaving you alone with Price for a moment.Â
âAlright?â Price asks as your gaze meets his again.Â
You nod, still leaning into his touch. âYeah, âs a lot.âÂ
âI know.â His thumb strokes your cheek, a knowing glint in his eyes. He leans in closer, lowering his voice. âDonât tell him I told you this, but Soap nearly passed out when we scented him.âÂ
You cover your mouth to stifle your giggle. It wasnât unusual for scentings to become so intense that the receiver passes out. Youâre sure if there had been more than four in your new pack you would have passed out.Â
âCome on.â He says, wrapping an arm around your waist to lift you off the table and onto unsteady legs. He doesnât even grunt with the effort, moving you easily. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, but itâs not entirely one of fear.Â
His hand is warm on your back as he leads you out of the room, the clean air in the hallway clearing your head further. Most bases have circulating air systems, constantly filtering out scents to keep things as neutral as possible. Theyâre less effective in smaller areas though, especially after scents were intentionally projected. Most military members wore scent blockers, at least while performing their duties. You remember your father coming home at the end of the day with the dull burn of scent blocker still on his clothes.Â
Your head is still spinning a bit as you follow them out of the barracks and towards the mess hall. They seem to almost walk in a formation, though you suppose with years of having it drilled in your head, itâs almost second nature. Youâre sandwiched between Soap and Gaz in the middle, Price in front and Ghost bringing up the rear.Â
The other personnel on the base give your group a wide berth, and even in the mess you can feel the glances, but none of the stares linger. Price guides you next to him as you get your food, adding things to your tray for you. That tickling feeling starts again at the back of your neck as he makes your plate, your omega preening happily at the knowledge of what heâs doing.Â
Heâs proving his ability as a provider.Â
In more primordial times he might have gone out and hunted for food to bring back to you to prove his capabilities. Even in more modern times, he might have hunted as some alphas still did, or he would have gone to the store to keep the fridge stocked full of food. Alphas are good at adapting to their surroundings and situations. Heâs proving his capabilities in the way he can.Â
Youâre also silently grateful to not have to think too hard about the choices in front of you. Even after a week, British food is still a bit unfamiliar to you. Itâs not entirely indiscernible, though, and youâre sure you could pick out things that sounded good if you had to. At this moment, though, with your head still reeling a bit and the unsettling energy of a new place filled with unknown alphas and betas, youâre happy to let Price do it for you.Â
He carries your tray and his to a table, sitting you next to him. Gaz takes your other side, Soap and Ghost sitting across from you. The choices in their seating arrangement donât feel quite so random to you, and you quickly realize the arrangement is similar to the room setup in the barracks.Â
A beta for each alpha, you think. Gaz and Price. Soap and Ghost.Â
Then thereâs you, stuck somewhere in the middle of them. Somehow youâll fit between them, squeezing into their perfect dynamic. Omegas are supposed to help balance packs, but as you sit with the four members of your new pack, you canât help but feel like youâre only going to make things more difficult.Â
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NSFW ; COFFEE AND BUNNIES vallen (oc) x bottom male reader
warnings : bunny hybrid reader !! ear pulling , eating out (a tiny bit), pet names ; baby & bunny, high libido reader, not proofread !
notes __ finally some Vallen content !! he isn't a hybrid in this fic since I can't think of what animal he should be TT
It was a lazy evening where you and Vallen were sat on his velvet couch posed infront of a big window; the soft sunset glow streaked through the curtains and into his home office. Vallen â with his reading glasses on â was sitting at the edge of the couch right were the armrest was with a book held between his fingers. His other hand was occupied with the gentle petting of your ears that were draped down the back of your head in a resting position.
It was quiet with the exception of your soft breaths as you laid snuggled up right beside him, head resting on his broad shoulder, and hands tangled in his clothing. You two had been in this position for a comfortable few hours â you had fallen asleep and Vallan didn't want to wake you up, but as of now, he had gotten bored of the book he was reading and settled it down on the armrest before turning to look at you.
"You finished sleeping, bunny?" He cooed tenderly, still petting your ears as he watched you stirr back to life. His hand slipped from your ears and down your back, sliding his fingers along your spine and all the way down until he flicked your small tail, eliciting a slight jolt from you. You shot him a pouty glare and Vallen simply chuckled from the action.
"Can you go get me some coffee please?" He asked, batting his eyelashes at you â this grown man. You sigh, your nose twitching slightly in annoyance but you get up nonetheless, stretching out your back and hearing your bones pop from how still you've been. Vallen only sits with a hand on his chin, watching your arms stretch up into the air and your tail swivel slightly. God you were too cute.
"On second thought, you can do that later," Vallen grinned, pulling you by the waist onto his lap. He was quick to lean you to the side, pressing his lips against yours as he kissed you. His tongue prodded at your lips, slipping past your teeth and tangled with your tongue. He held your chin, cradling you before he handled you to lay on the couch, slowly pushing you onto your stomach. "You're just too cute, baby," Vallen cooed, shifting so that he was basically laying on top of you, pressing you into the plush velvet cushions of the couch.
His hands moved to pet your ears, bunching them in his fists and dragging them down along your bunny ears. The faint smell of Vallen's overly pricy cologne was softly tickling your sinus' from how close he was to you. A low, grumbly but rich laughter escaped from Vallen's throat as he leaned up, pushing himself up with his arms. You could hear the jingle of his Cartier bracelet fall onto his sleek, silver Rolex. He was so filthy rich it was almost disgusting. Vallen looked down at himself and at your tail, watching it twitch against his pants, brushing against his clothed cock.
"Look at you... so eager," He sighed, "I just have to please my little bunny don't I?" A hand made its way to your pants, carefully being pulled down to your thighs, "God, I am always spoiling my boy aren't I? You're so spoilt, hm?" His sultry tone sent shivers down your spine, and Vallen could tell from the way your ears seemed to shudder. "I'm not spoilt, you choose to give me stuff and I'm not refusing," You mumble gruffly against the cushions.
You feel something wet and overly hot press against your hole and your little tail twitched out of surprise. "VâVallen?" You exclaimed, turning your head over your shoulder to see what he was doing. Such a classy, and elegant man with his head buried in the curve of your ass, hand decorated with veins gripping at the flesh, spreading you apart as he shoved his tongue in. You flinched, your hips squirming from the weird sensation but Vallen seemed to disagree with your movements, shifting his hands to grip your hips, holding you down.
You could feel his tongue travel shallowly inside of you, his nose pressing against your skin. A soft hum from Vallen sent vibrations running up your body and you could feel yourself leak out beads of pre-cum. He's never done this before but he was so good at it. "Not enough is it?" Vallen teased, pulling away â but not before kissing your winking entrance. He moved to sit up on his knees, unzipping his pants and sliding down his boxers, letting his dick spring out.
"Maybe... this would be more suitable for you," He grinned, tapping his blushed tip against your puckered hole â a small indicator that he was going to move. His hands made their way to plant beside your head, keeping him up and in good view of your back and those long ears that draped across your head. He moved his hips down, sliding into you and stretching you out from his sheer girth. "Mm... cute," He grunted, taking a moment to savour your warmth clenching around him.
You couldn't take it! It was your natural instinct to breed. All this slow, gentleness was endearing, yes, but to you â someone with a high libido â this was like torture. Your ass desperately pushed back against Vallen, chasing some frictionâ anything to sate that feeling in your stomach.
"Woah, calm down bunny," Vallen chuckled, reaching his hand up to grab your ears and clenching them in his right hand like it was a leash. "You're playing with me too much," You whine, your body freezing from the hold on your ears. You felt like a kitten being held by its scruff. "Vallen," You tried to scold him but it came out more of a whine when he tugged on your ears, holding them firmly in his hands as he slowly began to move.
His home office was soon filled with lewd noises, his hips pulling out before driving back into you with each thrust. He kept your lower half pinned down but the grip on your ears kept your head up â you had a tendency of shying your noises away, and Vallen didn't seem to like that. His cock was girthy, not exactly thick but definitely long. Everytime he pounded into you, his tip would brush even further than your prostate. "My bunny is so pretty isn't he?" Vallen hummed, pulling your head back a bit more by your ears so he could get a good look at your fucked out face.
Your hips pushed up into his, rutting against him. You could feel your own cock twitch underneath you, and the velvet texture of the couch rubbing against the underside did nothing but drive you crazy. A string of curses left your lips when Vallen finally decided to let you of your ears and moved his attention to grab your hips, angling you in a way where his dick would reach even deeper. You could feel it in your stomach, that warmth pushing past your walls in and out over and over again.
His groans turned you on too, an indicator that he was just as obsessed with you as you were with him. "Baby, relax, you're too tight" Vallen leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice cracking a bit with pleasure, "Just relax," he practically growled in your ear, his hand moving to your tail as he rolled the fluff between his fingers. Vallen twitched inside if you, his dick throbbing with need.
With one more thrust he came, holding your hips down to prevent you from squirming away and wasting his fluid. "Thats it, bunny," He huffed, slowly pulling out to watch his cum spill from your pink hole â a lewd sight he'd always love. He sat back on the couch, taking a moment to breathe and rest his body. Your orgasm was evident too judging from the mess on the couch.
"Coffee, now?" Vallen chuckled, a small smile on his face as he watched you sit up. When you didn't respond his eyebrows furrowed, "Bunny?" Vallen knew about your libido, he's read articles about it multiple times but he always seems to underestimate how much you could really take.
You turned around, pushing him back down on the couch as you straddled his hips, hastily descending back down on him. Vallen groaned his body faltering while he tried to grow accustomed to your warmth again. He checked his watch, the silver glinting in the dim lighting â he had time. "You're going to kill me," He chuckled.
a/n ; finally !! Vallen âĄâĄ I've almost forgotten how to write him since its been so long but I finally found the time to do it !
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