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Well, since this blew up and became my most successful post, I'll add a few more things about Bordentown's MVP of AP Bio.
She's English, from England (Kent, I'm pretty sure), one of four sisters. Her accent has largely faded over the years, but her cadence never did. Imagine growing up where your mom talks like Ian McKellen.
I inherited some of that affectation, such that when I started teaching a lot of kids would ask where I was from. But I wish that I inherited her memory.
When she got her biology degree, there were only two kingdoms of life: plants and animals. Yet she still remembers more from her time in college than I do.
Has literally never been able to tell left from right. She would put transparencies on the projector backwards and the class would have to tell her that she was the only one who could read it.
One time some of her fellow teachers were discussing the boy bands they used to listen to in Middle School and how that made them feel old; i.e. NSYNC vs One Direction. She chimed in (read this with cadence) "When I was in Middle School, The Beatles were still together."
She once told me "I don't really like recorded music. It doesn't feel alive."
She made that lute to accompany her singing (which she does well but seldom), but she can't actually play it. This is not for lack of trying. More precisely, she learned how to play, but she was never physically able to. The third knuckle on each hand is slightly malformed, such that her ring fingers cannot put enough pressure on the strings, despite many hours of practice. So when the lute got damaged in transit years ago, she repaired it as best she could and then put it away for good. I never knew it existed until I was 18.
In the early 2000s she wrote a YA novel about a girl who gets sucked into the Fey and has to help save them from domination at the hands of Queen Mab. Too many plot points to summarize, neither can I share a link to it because it no longer exists, save for her and my memory. Imagine if your mom had written The Golden Compass, printed it at home, didn't bother publishing it, then lost both the manuscript and the floppy disk that held the only copy.
She also wrote a sci-fi novel about space-faring amnesiac vampires trying to find their home planet. The twist is that they were the products of a top-secret genetic engineering project headed by Dick Cheney during the War on Terror. When she told a colleague about it, he was so bought in that he asked, "Do you think this could be really happening?"
Very concerned that my mom has chosen the path of bioterrorism.
#and many more#tw trypophobia#personal#my mom#biology#ap bio#music#ya lit#I'll share more if I can think of anything
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Title: Nights like this (Kimi RäikkÜnen x Reader)
Warnings: Kimi catches you dancing, mostly fluff, a little bit of stress, and sweet-sweet Kimi.
I want a man like this. When will God hear me out?! T_T
Word count: around 1500
English is not my main language, so Iâm sorry for any mistakes. I'm also sorry for the picture and the blurred wife, but I wanted to set the mood. PLEASEFORGIVEME.
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âY/N,â Kimi called out your name. His voice broke the silence three times in the last 30 seconds. But nothing. No answer. Not even a little sound. Nothing. Weird.
However, you didnât hear a thing. You were at the bottom of your shared house, inside the study with headphones on. Although, you could have chosen not to work thanks to Kimi, for some reason you still didn't want to âlive that upâ. You wanted to bring something to the table, and you wouldn't have been able to sit on your butt all day anyway. So, you worked. A little too much these days. All week. All month. And letâs add plural to the end of those words.
The last period has been particularly difficult for you. You had to work with a lot of clients as an account manager. And sometimes (well mostly), your bosses were assholes. More than once, Kimi almost went to your workplace to finally put them in their place and burn that place to the fuckinâ ground. But you always shut him down for some stupid reason. Even though, they would deserve it. Because all you've wanted to do lately is quit. You were burnt out, you were tired. But at least you had one thing in your life that was worth everything: Kimi.
You couldn't tell how grateful you were for him. Although everyone called him âThe Icemanâ, you didn't know that side of him at all. Yes, he was honest, straightforward, sometimes grumpy, but never towards you. With you he was always kind, loving and understanding. He hated everyone but you. And he showed it to you. More than anyone else ever had, he showed you what it truly meant to love: genuinely and unconditionally.
Kimi furrowed his eyebrows as he pushed himself away from the kitchen counter â where he had prepared everything for your dinner together â and headed downstairs. He was worried about you as you didnât reply to him, and he hadn't heard anything from the study for a while now. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but for some reason it gave him an incredible sense of calmness to hear you rattle around even when you were âquietâ. He adored you, in a way that sometimes it scared him.
Meanwhile, before you knew it, you stood up from your working table with your headphones on and started to dance. The beat was infectious to you, closing your eyes, you imagined the whole place was yours. You moved with confidence, spinning, and striding gracefully, bending low and rising up with a flick of your hair, your hips swaying side to side. Completely lost in the tunes, you danced like no one was watching.
But someone was watching, and it was Kimi. He leaned to the doorframe as the scene unfolded in front of his eyes: your carefree and confident side surfacing. His mouth went dry, and he felt rooted to the spot as he watched you. Even in just sweatpants and a sports bra on, heâd never seen you look more beautiful or more captivating. Or sexier⌠He swallowed hard and tried to ignore the sensation which started to take over his body.
He didn't want to bother you, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. He heard the tunes from your earphones, as it was blasting at full volume. He recognized that âgirly musicâ (as he called it) from TikTok. He suppressed a smile, secretly loving when you watched those stupid videos next to him and laughed like a fuckinâ maniac. He loved your laugh.
Song after song, you put on a full show for your (not-so) imaginary audience. When you finally spun around and opened your eyes, you saw Kimi leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Even though youâd been together a long time, a blush crept up your cheeks. You quickly yanked down your headphones, only making the music blare even louder.
âHow long have you been standing there?â you asked, but Kimi didnât answer right away. Your breath caught as his gaze held yours, those icy blue eyes now smoldering with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Long enough,â he replied in that typical Kimi tone of his, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. You switched off your Bluetooth headphones, and the music started playing now from your phone speakers. A daring idea came to your mind.
âDance with me,â you breathed out, extending a hand towards him.
âYou know Iâm not a good dancer,â he replied, his voice teasing. Lies. You both knew it; he was a much better dancer than he let on. You loved those moments when youâd both get a little tipsy and end up pressed close, unable to keep your hands off each other.
He shook his head a little bit, then sighed. After a few seconds, he pushed away from the doorframe and moved towards you, his gaze meeting yours. Your heart raced as he reached your side, taking your hand and placing his other firmly on the small of your back: his fingers splaying out between your lower back andâŚ
He pulled you close, and you instantly melted into his touch, a soft sigh escaping as you began to sway together to the music. He led you effortlessly⌠Not a good dancer. Right. What a lie⌠The way he held you made your skin tingle.
It started right at your lower back, where he touched you. Then, the sensation slowly started to work its way all over your body. From head to toe, like a poison that spreads through your veins. That sweet, hypnotic, deadly toxin that you couldn't get enough of. Because when it came to Kimi, nothing was ever enough. You wanted more. More. To take and possess. And that feeling deep down scared you because no one had ever had that effect on you. It was intoxicating and something you never wanted to let go of. And you wonât because Kimi felt the same way about you.
As you looked up into his eyes, the song Nights Like This began to play, and suddenly, it felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room as the lyrics were written just for this moment.
Hold my hand until we turn to ashes...
Kimiâs gaze softened, his fingers pressing a little more firmly into the small of your back, holding your other hand tenderly with his. The way you looked at each other, the way your breaths mingled, it almost turned your world upside down. No matter how long you've known each other, that feeling never changed.
Love me 'til they put me in my casket...
Your heart skipped, feeling a rush of something deep and unspoken passing between the two of you.
I got all these feelings that I'm maskinâ...
You wondered if he felt it, too: that quiet ache, the vulnerability the words held.
You let out a soft breath, barely above a whisper as you were singing the song, âCan I lay it on you? Thatâs what Iâm askinââ.
And without saying a word, Kimi pulled you even closer, as if his answer was already there, steady and clear in his embrace.
You stayed like that with the song all the way through, completely intertwined with each other and swaying softly. When the song ended and another began, you pulled back just enough to look up into his eyes.
âKimi,â you whispered.
âKultsi?â he replied, a slight smirk tugging at his lips âbarely there, but somehow, always present just for you.
âI love you so much⌠I hope you know thatâ you murmured, leaning deeper into his touch, feeling the last of your stress melt away. With him, you felt completely at peace, blissfully content.
âI love you more,â he replied, and leaned down to kiss you with the same impulse. He was more a man of action than talk anyway. He grabbed the back of your neck as he pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. His mouth sweetly explored yours, brushing his tongue against yours.
You pulled him even closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back as if your life depended on it. Dinner was waiting in the next room, getting colder by the second, but he didnât care; right now, you were all he wanted. You were the meal he craved. Even starved.
With a swift, effortless movement, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, laughing as you pulled him closer.
He looked at you, his eyes alight with something deeper. That laugh...
âI love you,â he murmured again, his voice almost a growl, and carried you over to the worktable. He nearly swept your things to the floor, but you stopped him, quickly moving your laptop and phone aside. After all, youâd need those laterâŚ
You let out a soft chuckle as you did so and when you turned back, you could see his eyes darken with something. It made the air stuck in your lungs.
âAnd Iâm going to show you just how much,â he whispered hoarsely and began to slowly undress youâŚ
#Kimi RäikkÜnen x Reader#Kimi Raikkonen x Reader#kimi raikkonen#kimi raikkonen fanfiction#kimi raikkonen x you#f1 fanfic#f1 one shot#f1 fic#f1 imagine#kimi raikkonen imagine
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My beloved's new worst low.
Pairing: Lucifer x MC Micah x Diavolo (implied)
Pairing: This is my Obey Me! AU, so much of it will be different from canon. Micah, an exchange student from the human world who's missing their memories of the said world, ends up climbing up the ladder of popularity among lust demons easily thanks to the demons having similar morality to humans. This doesn't go unnoticed by anyone but Lord Diavolo and his right hand man, the Avatar of Pride decide to act upon their⌠âconcernsâ first.
Warnings: Minors do not interact. You will be blocked. Violence, murder, death, nsfw, consensual to dubious consent to non consent, non consensual voyeurism, implied background character deaths, choking, unhealthy dynamics, AFAB genderfluid Lucifer x AFAB non-binary MC, overstimulation, thigh riding, masochism and sadism, size kink, clothed sex, a few jokes about death and suicide.
Ding!
The notification sound of their DDD caught Micah's attention, a task Magical History classes have been failing to fulfill for about three hours so far. The dark brown walls and desks, confined space and lack of proper light sources aside from lamps and candles really created the perfect atmosphere to take a nap and the professor's monotonous voice didn't really help either. She would either explain the subject in unnecessarily great detail and end up missing the point entirely or a few demons on the front seats would start a conversation with her and nothing would be taught properly for that day. Micah couldn't blame their seatmates dozing off five minutes into the class, really. Not like the professor seemed to care anyway.Â
They yawned as their grayish blue eyes turned to their DDD. They opened their chats, bright red lips curling up into a smile as they read the name of the interrupter.Â
â Today at 17:36
MarciaÂ
hey cupcake <3
Marcia, a succubus they've been friends with ever since the beginning of the exchange program. She had invited them to her and her friendsâ table at lunchtime once when Mammon abandoned Micah and they ended up having a great time with the succubuses. They even exchanged their number with the lust demons and kept hanging out with them, eventually growing more and more popular with the lust demons.Â
Despite their housemates, the Avatars of Sin âexpressing their concernsâ time and time again, Micah knew they weren't about to stop being friends with these girls anytime soon. Not only to spite the Brothers but because the succubuses were the only human part of the Devildomâ not entirely human but close enough. They were just so easy to get along with. Micah didn't need to be reminded of the uncomfortable difference between morality of their world and the Devildom with the lust demons, which was like a miracle honestly.Â
Maybe it was because succubuses and incubuses worked closely with humans without having to feed on their flesh and soul? Micah thought to themself but shook their head as another argument arose from their mind. No, that couldnât just be it. None of the demons theyâve met so far absolutely needed human flesh and soul to survive, it was just a luxury meal for them. Maybe kind of like how celebrities will add edible gold to their food and allâŚ?Â
Oh well, no need to get too distracted now. They could simply discuss this with Mammon when they went home.Â
Micah
Hey Marciii (â ・â â˘Ěâ á´â -��)â â§
You're bored in class as well?
Marcia
i had mathematics so i didn't even bother going to class lol
i was meaning to ask, can you look for julissa after class?Â
me and the others tried texting and calling her but she's not answering.Â
usually i would just assume she overslept or something but you can't help but get worried after she shared those dumb photos, y'know what i mean?
Dumb photos? Micah was left confused before the realization stuck.Â
Julissa was a girl from their friend group who had taken a picture of Lucifer and Lord Diavolo walking side by side to the student council room and shared them on Devilgram, claiming she witnessed the two having sex afterwards. Of course it was all just a stupid joke but she still went into great detailâ enough to believe her story if you're not careful about the plot holes. And of course, most social media users would rather die than be careful about what they read online so Julissaâs dumb little joke was spreading like wildfire these days.Â
No one seemed to be willing to talk about it out loud though, a smart decision considering how the Avatar of Pride would react to being made fun of. Mephistopheles losing his place as the President of the Newspaper Club just because of some stickers he drew of Lucifer and Lord Diavolo was merely a mild example of what could truly happen to lower ranking demonsâ demons, to put it quite frankly, no one could care less about.Â
Micah quickly typed an answer, putting their DDD on silent mode to prevent disturbing their seatmates. Normally, they couldnât care less about some random sloth demons but there was a sloth demon they cared deeply for at the House of Lamentation. While Belphegor, the said sloth demon was used to sleeping through background noise, he would still get bratty about Micah paying attention to their DDD around him so putting it on silent mode around sleeping people somehow became a habit of theirs.Â
MicahÂ
She didn't delete them??Â
Jeeeeeez is she suicidal or something?Â
I mean, even if she is, she should've just hung herself or something. Surely that would hurt less.
MarciaÂ
beats me.Â
you're free to give her a good beating if you do find her though ;)
MicahÂ
I'll keep that in mind ~
â End of conversation.
With a soft giggle, Micah turned off their DDD and began waiting for the end of the class, playing with their long, uneven and messy sandy blond strands impatiently. Luckily, the professor must've gotten bored as well and the class was dismissed ten minutes earlier than usual. Despite their growing impatience, they still decided to wait for their seatmates to wake up and gather up their belongings at their own pace.Â
While they could use magic to shove them away and protect themself if the demons decided to pick up a fight, Micah would very much rather not end up in Lord Diavoloâs office for something as stupid as this.Â
Honestly, they would rather not end up in Lord Diavolo's office for any reason. Even though their human world identity was still a mystery, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out they were bad with authorities. At least that was what Satan had to say about their rocky relationship with Lucifer (and the Avatar of Wrath never once tried to hide how ecstatic he was about it. Either that or Micah was good at reading people and wasnât aware of it).Â
Pretty soon, their seatmates left the class and Micah had time to wave at the incubus and succubuses who stopped by their desk to say goodbye. Seemed like the brothers were right, after all. They were growing quite popular among lust demons and this would surely bring consequences sooner or later. They werenât quite sure what their current relationship with the Avatars wasâ Mammon would brag about being their âfirstâ, Asmo and Satan would ask them out on dates and the rest of the brothers all would make advances in their own ways and Micah, being the attention glutton that they are, would happily accept it all but no one really confirmed anything.Â
If they were dating all of the brothers at the same time, being too popular with lust demons would put their friends in danger for sure.
Knowing this and still hanging out with their friends was selfishness, was it not? Why were they doing this anyway, to spite the brothers? They made up all of their problems months ago so still holding a grudge felt childish honestlyâŚ
Hey, just when did this chain of thought turn from why they didnât want to be sent to Lord Diavoloâs office for causing trouble in class to their relationship status?Â
Whateverâ this too would have to be discussed another time when they have the time to disassociate properly. Probably not anytime soon though. They had a grasp on the dynamic of House of Lamentation by now and they could say for sure they would never have one minute of alone time this afternoon or night.Â
With a small sigh, Micah stood up and threw their bookbag on their shoulder, the charms and keychains attached to it jingling as they moved. Most of them were anime characters like Ruri-chan (who they admittedly grew attached to, even though they were nowhere near Leviâs level), May the Maid and so on. Micah thought it was funny how they absolutely did not fit in with their surroundings.Â
As they walked through the gothic structure each step ached their knees, reminding them about the⌠accident they had while walking downstairs during lunch time today. And yesterday. And the day before that.Â
Tripping on stairs was a common occurrence for them, so much so that the demons theyâve befriended, the Avatars and even the other exchange students would offer them help to prevent any injuries or embarrassing moments. They stopped wearing skirts just for this reason (meaning their glitter band aids were hidden underneath their pants. A shame, really) but still, better safe than sorry. If that meant anything in this realm, that is.Â
As they passed the demons on their way to leave the building, they began thinking about where to look for Julissa first. She was a part of many clubs, which was probably why Marcia thought she had to be somewhere in RAD. She absolutely despised not being on time and missing club meetings and activities, so much so that she would force herself to attend RAD even when sheâs sick. Micah didnât have the succubus's schedule memorized and they didnât have enough time to go through the entire building before one of the brothers come looking for them but they could text someone toâ
Ding!
Another notification caught Micahâs attention, forcing them to snap out of their thoughts. They took their DDD out of their pocket and turned it on. Wasnât it on silent mode when they got out of classâŚ?
â Today at 18:02
Lucifer
Meet me at the Devildom History class right now.
Donât be late.
Ah. This made sense, Lucifer probaby charmed their DDD when he noticed how often it would be on silent mode. They couldnât help but groan and roll their eyes at the demanding attitude as they texted a reply.
Micah
Why?Â
I have more important shit to do.
Lucifer
I highly doubt that.
You have five minutes until I confiscate your DDD. Iâm quite certain it wouldnât be the ideal if you wish to protect your high score on Ruri Tunes.
Oh shit. Teaching him about Ruri Tunes was a mistake, both Micah and Levi knew that but Micah never thought the eldest could ever use it as a weapon like this. On the other hand though, whatever he has in store must be quite urgent if heâs not even willing to wait for a bit longer despite knowing about their clumsiness with stairs. With a sigh, they texted a reply.
Micah
Fiiiiiiine.
Iâll be there right up.
â End of conversation.
And just as they promised, they were standing at Devildom History classâs door three minutes after their chat with Lucifer. Somehow they managed to walk the entire way without tripping or bumping into someone onceâ the fear of losing Ruri Tunes gave them the dedication and strength needed to do so for sure.
Lucifer opened the door right when they were about to knock, causing Micah to jump in their place. They really needed to get used to demons and their needlessly advanced sensesâŚ
âCome in.â The Avatar of Pride led them inside the class, his hand still hovering over the handle as he shut the door. Silently eyeing him up and down, Micah could see the eldest brotherâs uniform was wrinkled and his hair was a bit out of placeâ something he would never allow to happen in the first place. His concealer and eyeliner was messed up as well, revealing the bags under his eyes staining his porcelain-like skin. He almost reminded them of Beel after a Fongol practice⌠Just what couldâve happened that forced him to be in this state? If his brothers created trouble yet again, the entire school would be aware so whatever happened mustâve been either minor or well hidden. However, their words died in their throat before they could even ask anything when they turned around.
There, sitting on one of the front desks with her face planted on the table was none other than Julissa herself. She seemed to be unconscious as she didnât even budge when Micah entered the room. Shock crossed their face, their mouth dropping open slightly as they froze in their place, their book bag slipping off of their shoulder with a soft thud.Â
They knew Julissaâs dumb joke wouldnât go without a punishment but this just felt too soon, too sudden and too much. They tried not to think about what that punishment could be and kept telling themself it would be something mildâ like detention, a social media ban or something. A part of them knew their denial lulled them into a false sense of security, that each lie they told themself would only add weight to the truth they would have to face later on but this wasâŚ
They werenât prepared for this.
âNoâŚâ They mumbled, their mind too busy to even notice they were talking out loud.Â
No, there had to be a misunderstanding. This had to be a detention or something, nothing even slightly close to what they thought. They were fine with joking around about the bloodshed theyâve witnessed in the Devildom but they dreaded even the thought of being a part of it. Even if it was just some random nobody who got too comfortable with social media, they didnât want to be the one to let go of the rope of the guillotine.Â
Just as they turned to Lucifer in a pathetic attempt to get reassurance, the Avatar of Pride wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling them closer to his large frame as his other hand held their chin up, forcing them to stare at the unconscious lust demon. Somehow the room felt icy but they could feel their temperature building up, causing their knees to give out. But of course, Lucifer didnât allow them to fall.Â
âTake a deep breath.â Said the Avatar of Pride, his voice as gentle as a lullaby. As if he was a mother helping her child stand on his own for the first time. They've never heard him talk to anyone like this before but unfortunately, their mind was too loud to even process it. âRepeat after me.â He learned down, his lips hovering over their ear. His whisper and hot breath only added on to their dizziness. âOne⌠twoâŚâÂ
âNO!â Micah screamed, ripping the Avatar's arms off of their body and desperately rejecting the fact that they weren't strong enough to push him off, he simply allowed it to happen. They turned to Lucifer and took a few steps back to face him properly. âIâ IâŚâ They stammered, grayish blue irises burning into crimson ones as they searched for the right words. The Avatar of Pride looked at them with an undeniable fondness, a look that could force Micah to pray for death right then and there.Â
They were pathetic.
They needed more time. They just needed more time to prepare themself for this.Â
âI refuse to be a part of this!â They declared but the weakness of their voice was enough to make them cringe visibly. âThis is your job, isn't it? Why do I have to be a part of it?âÂ
No, no, no, it was only getting worseâ the crack of their voice, the small sob they let out at the end of that sentence; each and every single evidence of vulnerability they failed at hiding felt like a slap on the face. Adding on to Lucifer's gentleness, they couldn't help but feel like a whiny toddler refusing to do his homework.Â
It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.
Why? Why did it have to be now? Why couldn't he just wait for them to prepare themself?
The Avatar of Pride didn't budge at all, much like they expected. He put his hands on their hips and pulled them close to his chest, their bodies flushed together with no space between them. Micah could hear the Avatarâs heartbeat in his chest; at least a hundred times slower than theirs. He wrapped his arms around them, one arm holding them in place by wrapping around their waist, the other not so subtly groping their behind. They punched the Avatar and screamed their protests into his chest, the leather uniform jacket drowning out their voice so fast they couldn't even hear themself.Â
âIâm sorry.â Lucifer spoke up again, his words causing Micah to pause and look up to him. âI know you weren't ready,â He continued as he began petting their head, pushing the blond strands off of their tanned skin. âbut it's alright. You will be okay.â He smiled, a smile Micah couldn't find anything but cruelty behind despite its tenderness.Â
It was cruel mockery, it had to be. Nothing was going to be okay after this.Â
âLiar!â Micah snapped back. âI don't have to be a part of this! I don't want to!â They screamed, blinking away the tears that threatened to break out of them.Â
This was pathetic.Â
They had to die right then and there.Â
For the sake of whatever pride they had left, they had to drop dead right in that moment.Â
The Avatar turned them around to face the succubus and held both of their hands, leading them closer and closer to the girl. âTake a deep breath.â He said once again. âRepeat after me. OneâŚâ He said, holding Micah tightly in place expectantly.Â
This was ridiculous. He couldn't just comfort them like a fucking baby and make them kill someoneâ someone who's only crime was literally just joking around!Â
Though if they didn't play along, they would end up competing against Lucifer himself in a battle of wills and probably lose. Even if they did win, what could they do? The usual? Deny this ever happened, gaslight themself into believing it was all a bad dream or a misunderstanding and go through the same embarrassment all over again some other time? As long as they were a part of the Devildom, they would have to play by demons' rules and morals. They would have to spill the blood one way or another.Â
âOne.â Micah repeated, their voice barely loud enough to be a whisper. Lucifer took a step closer to the unconscious succubus with Micah wrapped tightly in his arms.Â
âTwo.â Said the Avatar, his hand not so sneakily fiddling with Micah's uniform jacket's buttons. Micah let it happen, even leaned their head back into Lucifer's chest when the dizziness threatened to take over once again.Â
Deep breaths. One, two, three, four.Â
Don't think about it. For the love of God, don't think about it. Pretend you're doing something else. Anything. Just pretend you're not taking her life.Â
Even thinking about what was going to happen made them want to throw up.Â
Still, they kept counting with Lucifer
âTwo.â This time, their voice was just a bit louder as well. The Avatar took off their jacket and threw it on his shoulder, quickly wrapping his arms back around them and fiddling with their collar this time.Â
âThree.â Lucifer kept counting, leading Micah one step closer to their unconscious victim while doing so. He undid Micah's (already not worn properly) tie easily and threw that on his shoulder as well.Â
Was he growing impatient or was Micah imagining things?
âThree.â Micah repeated, taking one more step closer to end up in front of the desk. Lucifer gently took both of their hands and brought them to his lips to kiss their knuckles before grabbing their wrists. He led their hands to grab the succubus's shoulders, first pushing her up to face her properly and then wrapping their hands around her throat.Â
And just like that, taking deep breaths proved itself to be useless.
âI can't, I can't, I can't!â They screamed, repeating the same word like a mantra. âJust call Barbatos or something! Please!â Lucifer leaned down as they cried out and hid his face on the crook of their neck. They could feel feather-light kisses around their neck and shoulders as well as gentle humming of the Avatar.Â
âYou can.â Lucifer replied firmly. âYou may not be strong enough to eliminate a demon all on your own but you have magic to make up for it.âÂ
He was playing dumb. He had to be. He knew why Micah couldn't do it.Â
But why? Why was he standing here, listening to them cry and scream about not wanting to kill this random nobody? Was he taking some kind of sadistic joy out of this?Â
Was that why he looked so messed up? Did he chase this succubus just for the thrill of it?Â
âWhy me?!â Micah tried to break out of the Avatar's grasp but to their surprise, he didn't let them go this time. His grip on them tightened and while it didn't hurt, it applied just enough pressure to let them know they weren't leaving anytime soon. âWhy can't you just choose someone else?â They groaned, a small gasp escaping they lips mid-sentence as they felt Lucifer sucking a hickey into the part of their neck their uniform failed to cover. The way it made their heart flutter only added on to their disgust but they couldn't deny it felt nice.Â
âStop.â They cried out, their distress gaining a soft chuckle from Lucifer. âI can't.â The answer was short and clear. âYou have to learn.â He added, his knee slowly pressing on their crotch. Micah shut their eyes tight, as though actually trying to disappear. Their distress was overshadowed by Lucifer's affection and at this point, they've accepted that resisting wouldn't do anything. They just wanted to know why.
Before they would ask again, Lucifer answered their question for them.Â
âDespite living with demons you're still attempting to cling onto a fake sense of humanity.â He whispered against their ear as he began rubbing his knee against them back and forth. âMe and Diavolo have been observing yourâŚâ He leaned closer to Micah, his chest flushed into their back. â...growth ever since the beginning of the Exchange Program. Yet I must admit, we both have been failing at keeping a professional distance with you for a while now.â He âconfessedâ. For Micah, he merely stated a matter of fact; they were more or less aware of the Avatar of Pride and the Princeâs infatuation for them yet they refused to acknowledge it as anything serious.Â
âAnd I think we all know whoâs at fault for that.â The Avatar stared down at Micah, the accusing tone gaining a groan from them. This wasnât their fault. None of this was.Â
They just needed more time! If they had more time, they would definitely plan for this. Definitely.
âNonetheless, we noticed your lack of boundaries with lower demons such as this,â He urged Micah to strengthen their grip on the succubus's throat. âand decided to use it as an example.âÂ
All because they gave in to their denial, huh?
âIt crossed a boundary thatâs been made clear countless times.â He continued, taking advantage of Micahâs resilience breaking apart. âDisrespecting Lord Diavolo would result in a punishment it couldnât even dream of so it should be glad itâs going out by your hand.â
For a moment, Micahâs mind seemed to calm down. Like they finally reached a solution. They would try again. After this kill, they would be prepared. They would observe their surroundings, calculate and study their interactions with their housemates, other exchange students and the royals carefully. They could forget about this killâ forget it ever happened and try again.
Just forget about it.
Act like it never happened.
And try again.
With those words going through their mind, Micah finally choked the succubus.
Lucifer hummed with a pleased manner as the succubusâs body went limp and fell back on the desk. With one arm still wrapped around Micahâs waist to support them, he grabbed their jacket from his shoulder and threw it over the succubus, catching their tie just in time to put it aside. As expected, the jacket did a quite poor job hiding the dead body.Â
Though it was endearing, how small Micah was even when next to lower demons. With a soft sigh, he picked Micah up and sat them down on the desk next to where the succubus laid.
He held up his lover's chin with his thumb and index finger, taking in just how disconcerted they looked. Grayish blue eyes wide and unfocused, brows furrowed and lips shut tight as they hugged their body tight, still trembling from the fright. Seeing them like this was endearing though, they reminded him of his brothers after their first kills. At the time, seeing his loved ones in this state was devastating but now he was glad to have the experience. He gently grabbed Micahâs wrists and wrapped their arms around him, letting them hug him as tight as they could.Â
âItâs okay.â He whispered. âYou will be okay. Just let me handle this.â And luckily for him, Micah nodded against his chest, probably too tired to keep fighting. Either that or they just didnât care anymore. He has been through both of these scenarios with his brothers and at the end, they always learned to play by the Devildomâs rules and let go of their weaknesses. While observing their interactions with his brothers, he noticed Micah fit in just fine with them so hopefully they would turn out the same. And if they didnât, well, he and Diavolo would have plenty of time to fix that.Â
Just as he was about to dissociate, he felt Micahâs hands slowly unzipping his pants. Their head was still buried in his chest and turned away from the dead body and while it was uncharacteristic of them, he could understand that they wanted some kind of distraction. Distraction that he was more than happy to provide.
With his lips curling up into a wolfish smirk, he took his DDD out of his pocket and texted his best friend.
â Today at 18:53
Lucifer
Make sure the door is locked this time.Â
Ignoring the replies sent not even a second later, he video called Diavolo and set his device on silent mode. He put his DDD back inside his pocket afterwards but both he and Diavolo had charmed their devices to act as a type of portal a long time ago so he was quite certain his friend could see everything as clear as day.Â
He took off his jacket and covered the dead body lying beside them with it after gently pushing Micah off of himself, wanting them to be as comfortable as possible despite the unideal circumstances. He then unzipped his pants and lowered them just slightly above his knees and let his turtleneck and gloves stay on. While he was busy with his own clothing, Micah had unbuttoned his shirt and carelessly threw it aside, gaining a small sigh from the Avatar.Â
âYâ Youâre okay like that?â They asked, pointing at his turtleneck and gloves. âArenât you gonna feelâŚâ They paused. âUncomfortable?âÂ
Lucifer, too distracted by the sight of their bare, tanned skin, merely shook his head as an answer. Their habit of falling down the stairs made itself clear even on their chest, they had small cuts and bruises everywhere but especially on their shoulders and arms.Â
He ran his hands over their marks, his touch as gentle and light as a feather and crimson eyes glimmering with what could only be described as infatuation.Â
Micah hesitated for a moment but slowly eased into his touch though they still didnât move closer to him. He traced the mark he left on their neck and pressed a kiss on their sandy blond hair before undoing their belt and slipping off their shoes and pants. Before he could leave them aside properly, his lover grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down for a kiss. He gladly obliged and wrapped his arms around him, feeling up their back as he drowned them in passion and arousal. He has been dreaming of this moment for so long and now that it was finally happening, it was even better than his dreams. Their lips were so soft against his yet their passion equaled his as well. They had to hold tightly onto his shoulders to keep up with him, truly emphasizing just how weak they were against him. His pretty little lamb lying there just for him.Â
He broke the kiss only when he felt Micah was running out of breath and pulled away to drink in how much he ruined them already. Their cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, their eyes teary and sparkling with the glow of his affection and still wanting more. âI love you, my little lamb.â He said as he reached for their panties, already wet and sticky. Black with red polka dots and lace decorating it, something Diavolo would favor for sure. He could only imagine what the Prince must be feeling at the moment. They would be lucky if the Devildom was still standing when they went further.Â
He slipped their underwear off of their legs and right when he was about to put it aside as well, Micah stopped him with a sly smirk. âKeep it.â They said, âPut it in your pocket or something. A little gift to remember today, yâknow what I mean?â They winked, gaining a soft chuckle from Lucifer. âOh? Well I do appreciate the thought, my dear, but Iâm afraid youâre mistaken if you thought this merely a one time affair.â He replied and without waiting for their reaction, grabbed their thighs and threw their legs over his shoulders. He slowly licked their clit, electing a soft gasp from his beloved as he dug his fingers on their soft thighs. The pleasure was already overwhelming, they were already rocking their hips back and forth to get more. Luckily, Lucifer was more than willing to spoil them.Â
Already out of patience, he dug his tongue deeper into his loverâs pussy, licking and sucking them greedily as they trembled underneath him. They could already feel their stress washing away as they relaxed into the wooden deskâ it wasnât comfortable at all but Lucifer was doing everything just right to make them feel like they were floating. âFuckâ Lucifer, keep going!â They cried out, pulling their hair in a desperate attempt to ground themself. The pain only added on to their arousal however, leading them to tightening their grip on their scalp. The Avatar glanced at his lover, letting out a soft chuckle that stimulated them even more. They were writhing underneath him, trembling with pleasure helplessly and he could already feel his own panties soaking.Â
He brought one hand close to Micahâs lips and pushed his fingers inside their mouth without warning, forcing his lover to suck and choke on the leather gloves. Their hands abruptly abandoned their scalp and wrapped around the Avatarâs wrist instead, desperately trying to push him away even a little bit as they gagged on his fingers going deeper and deeper into their throat.
He kept eating them out like it was his last meal alive and pretty soon, his lover screamed around his fingers, muffled noises vaguely resembling his name. Before he could even ask if they were close, Micahâs orgasm crashed them down, their nails clawing Luciferâs arm desperately as they rode through their ecstasy. Their eyes rolled back into their skull, they were trembling with pleasure and their dizziness was coming back to themâ although somehow it was much more pleasurable like this.Â
Lucifer licked their juices slowly, so slow that it felt like torture. Right when Micah was about to try to kick him, he took his fingers out of their mouth to hold their thighs and bite into them. His teeth drew blood easily and he licked it just as ecstatically as before. It was so painfully easy to draw blood from them, he didnât even have to use any jaw strength to bite down.Â
âLuciferâ Lucifer fucking stop!â They screamed, pulling their hair once again to help them through the overstimulation. Their protests were left unanswered though, the Avatar didnât even wait for a minute before he pushed his own panties down and climbed onto the desk to ride their thighs. He wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled them into a hot makeout session, moving his hips back and forth and he chased his own orgasm. âI canât, my loveââ He confessed as he broke the kiss. âânot when you feel so goodâŚâ He added, completely blissed out with pleasure. One of his hands grabbed both of Micahâs wrists and held them down as the other found its way into their clit and began rubbing it teasingly. His lover threw their head back, screaming out in overwhelming ecstasy and bucking their hips into Luciferâs touch. They werenât even sure what they wantedâ everything was too much but also too good.Â
âWeâll go for a second round.â Lucifer said between his moans, whispering into Micahâs ear as they were trying to ride another reaching orgasm. âThen a thirdâŚâ He kissed their shoulder. âThen a fourth⌠then maybe I can calm down a bit.â
â Today at 20:34
Diavolo
One missed call.
One missed call.
One missed call.
#minors do not interact#minors dni#not safe for minors#18+ mdni#mdni#obey me!#obey me shall we date#swd obey me#shall we date obey me#obey me#lucifer x mc#mc x lucifer#om lucifer#lucifer obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me smut#obey me fanfic#obey me original character#obey me mc oc#mc oc#mc obey me#âđ â mc ; micah ! 𦹠đ
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Miami GP 2024 - Max and Charles Edition
#f1#formula 1#f1edit#max verstappen#charles leclerc#lestappen#maxverstappenedit#charlesleclercedit#dailyf1#lestappenedit#we're not gonna talk about how long this is#and this is not even everything i missed some stuff and we got some other things today#but i could not be bothered to add them i had no time and no space#anyway miami was insane#f1*#2024 miami gp#2024 lestappen fest#making shit happen
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Sometimes you have something that you could say, that you think about saying, that you more or less know how you'd phrase it... but it's just not fucking worth it cause you know for a fact that people don't fucking listen
I don't know, I try to stay... if not optimistic then at least with a mind set of "doesn't matter, we've got no choice but to try and make things better"
Truthfully though I think I'm extremely pessimistic when it comes to the chances of anyone actually listening to what I say
I'm not sure if I'm just bad with words but... it seems impossible to convey even simple thoughts to people so... truthfully I've more or less given up and have just stopped trying. Especially if I don't at least know people well
So there it is
#like I could have said this; and I could have said that; and... hmm... I just don't think I would have succeeded in conveying that like...#I'm actually on your side man; I'm in your corner on this#I think you might be tilting at windmills here#but it's not fucking worth it anymore cause history shows me I'd either get no response or one that missed every word I said#and... I just give up... with everything#I don't want to say no one listens because that goes too far; but even with people I like very few people feel like they listen#people I adore where it's like... I'm not sure how you don't get that I can't 'move out' of my house cause... it's my house; like I own it#it's a question of telling someone else they have to leave; but like... I ain't leaving my home... this is mine#and... I don't understand how... this is like the 3rd or 4th time I've had to explain this; and it doesn't add up to me#cause this is someone that's brilliant that I know cares about me#...so I'm mostly confused... and a bit sad and hurt... but mostly I just don't get what I'm doing wrong in communicating#but if that's how I feel about someone I'm close to; how do you think I feel about strangers?#I don't understand what it takes to get people to listen#and like... there's a chance they would have; there's a chance they would have been super receptive#it's just... it's no longer worth the effort to me#it's not worth the effort on a chance; and perhaps I do them a real disservice; and perhaps I do the next person one too#but... there's too many people I run into these days where I'm right and so... I don't know; kinda am closed off at this point#or something; fuck it; doesn't matter#also you people worry too much about me just saying what's on my mind#whatever the fuck I may say here... ain't I cleaning and shit; whatever... hmm...#you'd fucking hate Eeyore; you say you'd like him; but I'm telling you that people can't fucking accept someone being a bit morose#you'd bother him to cheer up; you say you'd accept him; but I'm saying you wouldn't#and I'm saying you wouldn't cause no one can just let me say shit that's on my mind without making a big deal out of it#like at what point do I earn the right to not have to fix myself on top of all the other shit I'm trying to fix?#at what point does taking practical actions to try and improve my situation make up for me saying gloomy shit sometimes?#whatever... doesn't matter#if there's one thing I've learned in life it's that people care very much; and they're fucking horrible at actually supporting people#most people want to very much and suck very badly at it; in part cause they can't just sit with someone; they're always trying to fix thing#mm tag so i can find things later
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I wanna make it (so badly)
Art Donaldson x Fem Reader
Warnings/Contains: reader is AFAB with she/her pronouns, swearing, inappropriate employer/employee relationship, dry-humping, a lot of heavy petting, implied age gap, effective-infidelity (reader tested, tashi approved), oral sex (f!receiving), art is a bit of a pervert and mega-pathetic (endearing), references to religion (worship).
Word Count: 5.8k
i white knuckled the steering wheel on the way home from this film thinking about art donaldson- this is, essentially, an ode to that
Youth tennis lessons, $20/h, call for details
Finding work was hard, keeping work was harder.
Cleaning, baby-sitting, pet-sitting, pet-walking. There was virtually nothing you hadn't tried.
Odd jobs, odd hours, and the occasional odd employer.
You'd played tennis for the last couple years of college. Nothing remotely competitive but you and your friends had looked cute in the skirts and they'd give you whole hours out of class to play.
You were above average with a good arm and better patience.
Another odd job to add to your growing list.
You'd been particular about where you'd posted the ads, the neighbourhoods you'd chosen. Only the ones with manicured lawns and white picket fences.
Tacking the paper to boards in upmarket cafes, fancy supermarkets, ladies-only gyms.
The kind of people that want their kids playing tennis and could find their way to increase your pay- if you did well.
You always did very well.
So your little car looked a little out of place in this neighbourhood, fingers holding the scribbled post-it note with the address. Your scrawling handwriting detailing the "Donaldson's" were enquiring within.
Pulling up outside the house, you had a quiet inkling that you might've been out of your depth. Whoever owned this house deserved more than an above-average-ex-college-student that only learnt the sport to spend time with friends.
But they'd requested you, you'd have to let them come to that conclusion on your own.
Your knuckles only hit the door once before it was being swung open by someone that looked destined to be a security guard, like he'd come out the womb with his future decided.
What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?
He'd left you in the "formal lounge" to sit smack-bang in the centre of a couch that wouldn't even fit in the lobby of your apartment building- let alone the apartment itself.
As you admired a painting on the wall that you'd only ever seen in books, high heels on the stone floors made you jump in your seat.
The most beautiful woman you might ever see in your life appeared before you and said your name in a way that had you standing from your seat.
Your face faltered just enough that you hoped she didn't notice. There was something about her that told you she noticed everything.
Fuck me, that's Tashi Duncan.
If you know a thing about tennis (or even just watched the news) you know exactly who this woman is. You remember her more from your childhood but you remember her all the same.
The woman that once held the world by the balls.
She apologised for her husband's absence, that he was busy. It wasn't lost on you that the "husband" she casually referred to was Art Donaldson, US Open champion.
The Donaldson's.
Ah fuck.
Tashi went on the explain that they were wanting to begin lessons for their daughter Lily. You assumed this was the one you could hear running circles around the informal lounge.
"With all due respect, am I not the least qualified person in this home for that?"
You watched a perfectly formed cheekbone lift in what was nearly a smile. Strangely enough, something in the pit of your chest was dying to make her do that again.
There was something about her that demanded to be impressed.
You were no exception to the rule.
"My husband and I have seen some of your matches, we liked what we saw."
How? Your 'matches'- if you can even call them that, were nothing of note. You don't even think faculty bothered to watch them. You weren't quite sure why they'd even recorded them.
A silly part of you began to wonder how they'd even got a hold of them- until you remembered who they were.
The Hermes and Peitho of tennis.
"You did? I always thought of myself as more of a casual player."
"And that's what we liked, we know better than anyone how brutal tennis can become. We want someone to help Lily enjoy the game."
Oh, okay then.
You'd made a quasi-college-career out of purely enjoying the game. You were sure you could foster the same spirit for the six-year-old performing the entire 'Encanto' soundtrack in the other room.
Tashi laid down a tight schedule, Monday to Friday, 3pm to 6pm. You would teach Lily the wonders of the game on the court behind their home.
Their home you'd come to find out was a luxury rental when you'd complemented Tashi on another of the art pieces that'd apparently come with the place.
You'd also come to find out they typically live in hotel rooms, but they'd settled in this area for the time being as Art had a good thing going with a regular playing schedule and a sporting-goods deal.
You nodded along like you could begin to understand a life like that.
As she showed you back to your car (the one you suddenly felt humiliated for her to see you own), she called your name one last time from the doorway.
"You undersell yourself, we'll give you eighty an hour."
She left you choking on your tongue with one foot in the car and the other on an Italian cobblestone.
You were never going to walk or sit another dog again.
Lily was going to win her first Grand Slam by ten if that's what they'd pay you.
As your peeled your car from their turn-around area, you watched a Jeep Wrangler slow as it passed you. You couldn't see through the tint but you just knew it was him.
And you knew he was watching you.
-
The minute you'd told your roommate the situation you'd come into, she'd called bullshit.
A few texts from Tashi's now saved icon and a weird little photo you'd taken from inside the guest bathroom, it'd been enough to convince her.
"Fucking hell, are you God's favourite or something?"
You'd argue you were quite the opposite, she of all people should know. She'd seen some of the states you'd come home in after your other random jobs.
Felt good to be the winner.
Even just once.
In the air of some girlish fascination, she brought up a Youtube video of "Tashi Duncan Career Highlights" courtesy of "tennisguy779."
You'd protested it, rolling your eyes while feigning disinterest. No use, the minute you caught her out the corner of your eye- you were captivated.
It was entirely possible to imagine she hovered above the court, like there was a greater force placing her exactly where she needed to be, exactly when she needed.
It was even easier to believe she was just that good.
As you watched her play, listened to the sounds the game could draw from her- you wondered if this was how she and Art had felt.
Had they curled up in their informal lounge like you were right now? Had Tashi studied your every move meticulously like you assume? Had Art passed comment on your form? Did he think you were any good?
Tennisguy779's lineup changed quickly to "Art Donaldson Career Highlights" and you felt your chest constrict. An inexplicable feeling washed over you.
Like you'd been caught with God's forbidden fruit.
Your roommate had tried to question why you'd effectively flown off the couch, only to be met with a muttered 'goodnight' as you shut the bedroom door behind you.
Thin walls meant you drifted off to sleep that night with the rhythmic sounds of Art, grunting his way through an ATP Challenger.
It was no surprise you dreamt of him.
-
The Donaldson's tennis court was down a steep set of stairs, set back into an oasis of lush greenery.
Perfect for a 6-year-old's first lessons.
You didn't know if it was the grand balcony that overlooked the court or the fact a well-manicured Tashi stood atop it, but you felt positively observed.
Lily was in the midst of showing you how she could do a cartwheel (she couldn't) when the voice in the back of your head started echoing a promise of $80/h.
"Alright, lets channel some of that into your elbow."
Give a six-year-old a racquet half the size of her and she's going to blow effective chunks, but at least she has the spirit. Maybe it's her energy, maybe it has been a while since you've been on the court-
The kid's running you ragged.
Coupled with her height, you're spending more time bent over than you are up straight and it's all going to your head. All you can hope is Tashi isn't up there watching you stumble after the ball.
But you're sure there are eyes on your back.
Lily is a quick learner and you work out a tradeoff of one tennis skill for one spinning heel kick (mandatory that you watch).
Roll on 6pm and she's dog-tired, however, she's managed to hit the ball at least twice. Surely that's earned your keep. She lays star-fished on the turf and murmurs something about a piggyback.
You know you're about to earn your keep.
By the top of the staircase, you're more than happy to hand over a Lily-shaped-sack-of-potatoes to Tashi's mother. As you emerge from behind an ornate gargoyle, your suspicions proved correct.
Art Donaldson had been watching your every move.
Left alone on the balcony with him, you're acutely aware of the fact he's standing between you and your exit, and he's just had a full show of you bent over and flitting about his tennis court.
That and you still haven't said so much as 'hello' to the man.
You dwell on it for a moment and then there's that feeling back in the pit of your stomach, like any minute you'll be caught with fruit in hand- in throat.
The Original Sin.
Luckily, Art made the decision for you, crossing the space to shake your hand. If he noticed the way your hand trembled, he didn't seem to mind.
"It's nice to finally meet you."
You wished you had more to say to him, or maybe something more intelligent. Something better than a quiet "and you."
He was the better conversationalist, thankfully. Head motioning to the court, he looked down his nose at you when he spoke.
It should've felt condescending. It didn't.
"How did she go out there?"
"Yeah, really good- not a Disney character I can't name now."
He laughed.
Really laughed, like the joke was better than it was.
Like there was a preening little flutter inside you that said "do it again!"
You shrugged your shoulders like making him happy came naturally as you squinted up at him, as if he was the sun.
"You were watching? You must've seen her picking it up?"
Because he was the expert. Because he is the champion.
He hummed as he nodded, eyes skywards like there might've been something more important behind the clouds.
"Must've been distracted."
Within an instant- his eyes flickered to your own and you were sure he watched them change. He must've seen something he liked, the corner of his lip quirked up before he spoke again.
"Come on, I'll sort your payment and then we'll let you get home."
And for whatever reason, his hand fit perfectly in the small of your back as he lead you inside.
-
And how quickly did you become a strange piece of furniture in the Donaldson's home- in their life?
An ottoman for Tashi to rest her tired feet on.
An abstract piece on the wall for Art to admire when he passes it.
A projection of constellations across the ceiling to keep Lily bright behind the eyes.
At least you belonged- there was no doubt that this was where you belonged.
That wasn't to say your tennis skill had improved any, lesson after lesson you still couldn't wrap your head around why they'd even signed you on, let alone kept you.
"Ok, don't watch that one either- maybe just do what I say and not what I do."
You hadn't nailed a single one, at this point you couldn't blame Lily for skipping around pretending her racquet was a horse.
Wasn't like she'd be learning anything if she was paying attention.
"Ok, here we go just- ok right, when your parents ask how today went, please be kind."
"Your elbow is too low."
It was a miracle you didn't scream.
Art entered the court with a swagger that you could only assume struck fear when he was your opponent.
Right now it struck pure embarrassment and Lily wasn't helping.
"Daddy, she didn't hit a single one!"
"Alright, I don't think daddy needs to know that-"
"Daddy knows, daddy's been watching."
Daddy really needs to stop calling himself that.
Lily and her racquet took off for another tour of The Grand National as Art approached you with quiet determination.
It was like waiting for impact, his eyes never wavered off his daughter as he made towards you. At the last moment, he snapped his attention in your direction- with a smile that should've felt condescending.
It wasn't.
"If your elbow is too low you lose topspin and power."
If you deserved the $80/h you were earning, you might've known that.
As Art stepped up to you, the turn of the planets on their axis slowed down and it could've been entirely possible to believe it was only you two.
And Lily upon her trusty steed.
The gallops of her tennis shoes thinned out as Art placed one hand around your elbow, lifting it higher. His other hand held your waist as he pulled your back flush to his chest.
"Lily, go find grandma."
Then it really was just you two.
Your heart hammered against the shell of your ribcage, blood rushing around your ears as you felt Art's chin perch at your shoulder.
"If your elbow is high enough," His hand lifted it up and you let it stay there. "And your hip is turned."
He didn't have to say it with the gravel in his voice, but he did. He didn't have to hold your hips as he moved them, but he did. He didn't have to stay without so much of an inch between the two of you, but he did.
With one hand in the curve of your waist, he tossed the ball into the air with the other- then he whistled.
Like the obedient thing you didn't know you were, you raised the racquet and sent the ball flying through the air without even blinking.
As the streak of green hit the court and rolled away, you found yourself lying in wait, as if you were waiting for something- your next command?
"Good girl."
There it was.
Under the all consuming effect that Art Donaldson just seemed to have on people, you'd entirely forgotten you were in a position you could be 'caught' in. By his all consuming wife, of all people.
So, you should've moved.
Quite honestly you should've straightened up and cleared your throat and thanked him and told him it was time for you to go home.
You should've moved.
But Art wasn't moving. If anything he was staying purposefully still at your backside.
Obedient thing you seem to be.
"Show me that again?"
So,
You teach Lily the bare basics of tennis for three hours and receive $80 on the hour.
Then Art spends three hours of his spare time teaching you to perfect your swing- in a way that couldn't ever vaguely resemble professional.
A simple transactional arrangement.
Your tennis improves on a slow but sure basis and he gets the most off-court action he's seen since college.
Even if it is just heavy petting on astro-turf.
A hand under the hem of a tennis skirt. A pressing hip against your own. A deep breath as your hair brushes past him.
You figure Art will take what he can get.
And it's never enough to raise alarm. Sure, there's that fluttering in your chest that warns you might get 'caught' but you're never quite sure what one might 'catch' if they found you out.
It's undoubted who that 'one' is though.
The one who holds the cards- holds the throat, maybe.
Tashi, who's presence precedes her perhaps more than her reputation. Even when she isn't there, she's there.
So, when Art's hand lingers too long on the outside of your thigh and you think you can feel it verging into the territory that'll change everything- it's Tashi on your mind.
You're beginning to think your conscience sounds a lot like Tashi.
-
Who are you if not obedient to the Donaldson's?
Chasing Lily around a court.
Adhering to Tashi's every request.
Being Art's fantasy.
Being Art's.
Most of the time, anyway. Three hours a week.
Something to keep him bright behind the eyes, maybe. Something to keep him happy. Something to keep him-
Winning?
He tells you he plays better with you around. The way he says it makes you giggle, a girlish little noise that sort of just slips out. He serves the ball with his eyes on you and, sure enough, it lands smack where he wanted it too.
Everything where he wants it. When he wants it.
Shy and inconsequential touches and glances shared just between you.
Until, well- until they weren't.
"Would you like a coffee?"
Tashi's mother had taken Lily off to bed, leaving you and Art separated by an island. Kitchen island.
He braced both palms against it as he watched you watch the door, wondering if you should cut and run, wondering if someone else might come through it.
Talking yourself out of it. Whatever it might be.
"Yes please."
Even he looked surprised, brows raising an inch as he turned to the Nespresso machine. You took the moment to watch his back, the muscles moving under the cool-dry fabric of his shirt.
You spent all your time pretending not to notice him that actually allowing yourself the chance to study him made you lightheaded.
Had he always looked this captivating?
He broke your focus with a coffee cup, sliding it towards you as he rounded the bench. His eyes didn't even waver off you as he took a sip of his own.
It wasn't lost on you that he managed to tongue foam off the tip of his nose.
This was the longest you'd stuck around after a tennis lesson, longest you'd allowed yourself to be in his presence. You weren't quite sure how big this thing could get.
Your mouth was opening before your brain had decided it was a good idea.
"Mr. Donaldson-"
"Art."
"Uh, Art- I really appreciate the help you've been giving me- uh, you know- with tennis."
He placed his coffee mug down, nodding as he did it. "My pleasure."
Naturally.
That brain of yours was still firing off at a mile a minute. There was a very tiny voice right at the back that said it was up to you how this night would end- you had a choice to make.
Placing your coffee mug beside his, you scanned his face to find him already looking at you. Perhaps the choice was already set.
Maybe it was fate.
All he said was your name, it could've been the way he said it- but your whole body was losing the rigidity it'd formed when he first asked you to stay longer. When he'd made the choice.
Crossing the small gap between you two, Art was careful to keep one hand on the kitchen bench as the other hovered beside you. Not touching you,
Yet.
One step closer and the tip of Art's nose was touching yours. You think you might've been able to smell the coffee off his breath.
It thinned out- leaving you with his sweat. Musk. Art.
A sudden surge of morals overcame you, your voice broke out as a gasp.
"What about Mrs. Donaldson?"
"Actually, it's still Duncan."
You screamed.
Right in his face.
Tashi's voice made you jump out of your skin.
However, Art didn't move. As you turned your head to gauge the way his wife stalked across the kitchen, you felt his nose brush against your cheek.
Tashi retrieved a tall bottle of Pellegrino from the fridge, taking a poignant sip as her eyes flitted between the two of you.
What a fucking sight.
Her husband, eyes shut and face pressed pathetically to their daughter's tennis instructor- his hands itching to close around your waist.
You, young and bleary eyed looking utterly caught. Staring up at her like she might decide your fate.
It took all your strength to find your words.
"Iâm not here to teach tennis, am I?â
âNo, of course not. Youâre frankly terrible at tennis.â
There's the Tashi you were expecting.
Her words should've stung, but they didn't. They couldn't, not when her husband was laying his hands against your back and rubbing soothing circles down the length of your spine.
Not when his lips were mouthing wet kisses along your cheek.
Not when she was right. Spade's a spade.
"Why am I here?"
She snorted, a real dissatisfactory sound- like she hoped you were smarter than that. She was halfway to her bedroom before she cut you loose.
"Careful, he makes that sound before he cums."
-
And he had, just like she'd said.
Art had cum in his shorts, pressed up against your thigh with his face still smushed against your own.
And you'd taken it, obedience in spades.
You'd stood there and let him hump your leg like a bad dog and you'd even pat his head and whispered kind words in his ear after the mess he'd made.
Then you slipped out the front door to your car and you'd pretended not to notice that there were two bedroom lights on upstairs.
You hadn't even divulged the freaky details to your roommate when you got home.
But the showerhead knew all about them.
Visions of Art on the clouds of steam- replayed in your head the sounds he'd made right in your ear.
How he'd whimpered your name when he splashed his boxers like a fucking teenager.
It was no surprise you dreamt of him.
You even showed up next day, valiantly. You didn't run for the hills or even straight to a tabloid about how weird the Donaldson's really were.
And maybe that's why you hadn't told your roommate either.
Because telling someone what Tashi allowed? What Art liked?
That'd mean you'd have to admit your dirty little secret.
You loved it.
When you showed up, something was different. No usual chatter in the house, no shoes by the front door. You checked out the front window to see what you'd missed when you arrived.
Tashi's car was gone.
"She's taken her mom and Lily to the ballet."
At least you didn't scream this time.
You were lucky your back was to him, lest he see the self-righteous little smile that broke when the words settled.
"Oh, ok."
"I'll see you on the court."
Oh, ok.
Lest he see the disappointment that took over.
Following him close behind, you didn't know why you were effectively surprised that he still wanted to continue with your lessons. You'd half expected- hoped, he'd bend you over the kitchen island.
Tennis was fun too, you guess.
Thinking about it, something that bold didn't seem the style of the man who'd nearly blacked out rubbing up on you. Beckoning you onto the tennis court with two fingers and a wry smile did, however.
You fell into your usual position, hip turned and elbow curved on your side of the court. You waited for him to appear behind you, chest melding into the curve of your back.
It never came.
Art took long strides towards the net, vaulting it in one smooth motion. He ended up parallel to you, waiting with a ball and racquet in either hand.
The smile had left his face, a rather blank expression taking over as he sized you up. And there was that fear- knowing what it felt like to be on the wrong side of him.
This was going to hurt.
From the moment he pressed the ball to the neck of his racquet, it was all over. Your feet were never in one place for more than a second, your arms burned above you, your head permanently on a swivel.
Art didn't look like he'd broken more than a sweat.
You knew he had, you could see it in the neck of his shirt. But he didn't look it.
He looked calm, he looked in control, he looked-
Like he was enjoying himself.
For every rally that you managed, you thought you saw an inkling of pride set in his features.
For every serve that you missed, you knew you saw unbridled lust.
Not a point scored in your favour, you hit the ball towards him one last time before you collapsed to the turf. Flat on your back, reminiscent of your first lesson here.
You watched the clouds shift over your head, listening to your pulse thick and fast in your ears. Just underneath it, you could hear footfalls approaching.
No hurry, but impending.
Soon, the sun above you was eclipsed by Art Donaldson. His golden hair shone with the halo of light behind it.
Now this was God's favourite.
"You can't be giving up this easily?"
Forcing a laugh, you threw your arm up and over your eyes. "Wanna bet?"
Turns out he did- turns out Art struggled to do anything but win.
Somehow, you found it within yourself to stand back up. This time it was only a practice, you weren't brave enough to face off against him another round.
This was more your speed.
The hand that wasn't holding your elbow was curving around your front, the pleats of your tennis skirt lifting over his fingers. You felt a warm hand slowly moving across the front of your underwear.
Two fingers migrated south, pressing against the seam of you- he must've felt the pure heat radiating beneath his fingertips.
Turning your head even an inch, you found the curve of his nose pressing into your cheek.
"I didn't give up."
He hummed, the vibration rolled across your shoulders.
"Mmm, you didn't."
The hand sans-racquet dropped between your thighs to press his palm into your cunt. It was Art who flexed your fingers and cupped it.
"Where's my prize?"
There was no trophy, no podium, no medal.
But there was Art between your legs, slinging a knee over each shoulder like he might've been the real winner.
You'd never been inside the 'changing shed' behind the court, of course it was nicer than your actual home.
Your head made contact with the hard wood behind you, bench digging into your ass as you felt a hot mouth moving against the seat of your underwear.
Running your fingers through his hair, your gripped the ends of it- tugging him closer until you felt the flat of his tongue through the thin fabric.
Needy fingers tugged the ruined garment down your thighs, tucking him into the pocket of his shorts. You knew all too well that you'd never see them again.
You were sure Art would be seeing a lot of them.
His tongue ran up the split, one long stroke before you felt the curve of his nose press to your clit. The ridge of it moved as his tongue retreated back to your entrance.
With everything he had.
Your eyes had been rolling back in your head as you arched your back, the moment you were able to find a semblance of control- your gaze fell before you.
Naturally, Art was already looking up at you. Two hands splayed across each side of your hips as he pulled back to wrap his lips around your clit.
You couldn't help the hazy little smile on your face as you watched his eyes.
Utterly devotional.
The more you tugged on his hair, the hungrier he seemed. Pulling from the root seemed to spur him on, seemed to tell him 'good job' and he was responsive.
His tongue flicked beneath your clit, pressing it to his upper lip as he brought two fingers to your entrance. He stroked a couple times, making your hips twitch against him, before he sunk in to the last knuckle.
Turns out Art had a style about him. One he brought to the tennis court and, seemingly, to the floor of his changing shed.
The style was calculated.
Every move he made was engineered to get something out of you- a reaction, a whimper, a twitch. He was doing what he did best.
Playing a game.
Art struggled to do anything but win.
"Fuck- Mr. Donaldson."
"Art."
Even muffled against your cunt, you were good at following his orders. Even more so when he was the decider of your imminent orgasm.
You threaded your fingers in the sides of his hair, pulling his face flush against you so you could ride his mouth. Taking every last thing from him you could.
It drew the most pathetic moan you'd ever heard, straight out of his chest and hit you straight at your core. The burning coil tight within your stomach was unraveling quickly.
You heard the murmurings of words, among the blood rushing in your ears. Easing up just enough, you let him pull back to speak.
"Tell me this feels good, please."
Your chest thumped, the sight of Art helpless between your legs was one thing. Hearing him beg?
You might black out.
"Art- you feel so fucking good," Dragging him right back where you needed him, the tip of his tongue drove against your clit. "You're gonna' make me cum."
He whined.
A heady drawn-out sound that quite literally sent you over the edge. Your hips lifted off the bench, the heel of your foot digging into his back and making his whine turn into a whimper.
Your orgasm broke you apart until it felt like white-hot flame licking up your sides. Of course, Art never relented, drinking in everything you could give him- literally.
The moment you felt the peak begin to subside, the urge was ramping right back up. Like he knew what he was doing, his eyes locked back onto yours as he sucked at your clit.
He was going for gold.
A quick second orgasm hit, seemingly out of nowhere. Your thighs clenched around Art's head, his hands coming to each of them.
You relaxed yourself a bit, feeling like it might be too much- until you felt him pressing your thighs even harder to either of his ears.
Oh, ok.
Art Donaldson knew what he liked.
You physically had to push him off you, watching him fall back on his outstretched palms as you let yourself breathe for what felt like the first time.
Wet eyes, wet chin, chest rising and falling like he'd run a marathon- Art sat sprawled out before you like he'd stumbled upon an alter (he had).
Breathless, you gestured towards him. Your hand dropped a little as your eyes fell between his legs, wordlessly offering a deal.
A deuce.
His cheeks flushed, more so than they already were. His eyes fell an infinitesimal amount before he spoke up.
"Uh- I already have."
Of course he had. He makes that sound before he cums.
Instead, you heard him shuffle back onto his knees as he all but crawled towards you. He draped his upper half into your lap, head resting against the soft cotton of your skirt.
Coming off the other side of a high, the reality of your situation began to settle for you. Why they'd really called you here- what purpose you really served.
All you could do was gently stroke a hand across Art's head, feeling him go limp against you. Boneless, but not spineless.
He must've known you were going to speak, he must've heard the intake of breath or just felt you shift. He cut you to the chase- beat you to the punchline.
Art nuzzled his face further into your lap as you felt him mumble against your thigh.
"I can't lose- you."
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#my opinions on every drug depend on whether or not they make music sound better#never forget the disappointment of my friend saying the first time he smoked weed he was watching the simpsons and the theme tune#sounded amazing apparently. and i was like that sounds unreal ykw first time i get high I'm gonna listen to all my favourite songs#and then when i did get high many years later it just made time slow down so i'd get like 10 seconds into a song and feel like#why has this song been playing for like the past 7 minutes they haven't even got to the chorus yet#i was sooooooo bored in my bedroom couldn't listen to music couldn't find any show entertaining and also i couldn't go downstairs bc#my friend was in the kitchen having a weed panic attack and had thrown up in the sink and i didn't wanna be near him lol#(there were many people looking after him dw i wasn't just Leaving him down there to deal with it himself)#but anyway. so all i could do was lie on my bed for what felt like 5 hours waiting to get sober#then i watched russian ark and it was like the best film I'd ever seen but other than that. dead experience#I've never tried any other drug except add medication and migraine medication but they were both prescribed and like#i was taking them for their intended purpose but like. idk the migraine medication is making me all hwjhehhwhowoho in my bed#but music sounds the same#not even high or anything#i can't be bothered to take any drugs tbh i just feel like i'll either get bored or anxious or somehow both and like. idek#alcohol#i can't be bothered to type anymore i'm on migraine meds#but yeah i'll stick to alcohol i know where i stand with her#ramble#drugs tw
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âand if i only could, iâd make a deal with god, and iâd get him to swap our places. .â â kate bush
âđđ đđđđ. gojo satoru x wife!reader. fluff to angst (no comfort). spoilers chapter 261. readerâs pregnant. major character death. mentions of blood, death. nicknames âpretty, sweetsâ. not proofread bcs i couldn't through the tears. i cried nine times writing this so.. good luck! wc: 3.6k
âheâs kicking again,â satoru chuckles excitedly. heâs been clinging onto you ever since you got back from your doctorâs appointment. your baby boy is growing up healthy and there donât seem to be any complications.
you smile and rest back against the velvety pillows. youâre enjoying the affection youâre receiving, the kisses and nuzzles against your swollen tummy makes every bit of suffering worth it. your husband is going to be an amazing dad, that you can tell.
âhey, little guyâdonât give ya mommy a tough time,â satoru huffs and gently taps the side of your stomach that was last kicked by the unborn baby, âthatâs my wife, yâknow?â you giggle at the scene in front of you and close your eyes, relaxing your body.
a comfortable silence hangs in the room. satoruâs warm hands cupping and rubbing your round stomach add to the tranquil atmosphere. the weight of your husbandâs head presses onto the front of your plump bellyâear pressed against the stretched skin as if expecting to hear your baby boy talk.
after a while, you open your eyes. you hear a sniff and then the usual silence follows. you look down at satoru settled between your legs, hugging your waist and resting his cheek on your tummy. heâs awfully quiet and youâre unable to see his eyes because of his bangs.
âtoru, everything okay?â you carefully ask. your voice comforts him for the next couple seconds, before his muscles tense up once more. satoru tries his best to seem unaffected by the many thoughts scurrying through his head.
âmhm,â your husband nods and forces a small smile. though, he canât keep the facade up any longer. the longer youâre pregnant, the more worried he gets about a certain something; something thatâs been bothering him ever since.
itâs the reason why he doubted even having kids in the first place.
âiâwell. i donât know, sweets,â satoru sighs. a deep sigh that shatters the mask heâs had on for so long. his brows furrow and his eyes dart from one place to the other. his fingers stop their movements on your stomach. they curl around the material of your shirt instead; showing a clear sense of vulnerability.
satoru seems. . . afraid, yet also angry. perhaps at himself, perhaps at the world. you donât utter a single word. if thereâs anything you want, itâs for your husband to speak about his inner turmoil freely. youâre the only person who he can have such emotional conversations withâthe only person he can be himself with.
the real gojo satoru.
not the strongest.
thatâs why youâre not surprised when satoru opens his mouth to confess the inevitable to you. âiâm scared,â his voice cracks. itâs a faint change in tone, but it is noticeable to you. youâve been his lover for long enough to notice every minuscule thing.
the white-haired man lets out another sigh. you brush his soft bangs out of his eyes and instantly notice the sudden weariness in them. normally, those beautiful blue eyes shine brightly, yet that light has now dimmed.
you pat his head and satoru immediately leans into your touch. you allow him to process his own emotions and words before speaking up.
âscared?â you ask quietly and carefully, giving your husband space to explain.
satoru nods. there are a thousand thoughts running through his mind. all those thoughts heâs tried to suppress since the day youâve announced your pregnancy. maybe even before thatâat the day of your wedding.
heâs sat down with you a few months into the marriage, to have the talk about kids. he seemed to be delighted to have children with you, however there have always been some dark and hidden thoughts lingering in the back of his mind.
the sorcerer has chosen to ignore them for the longest time. heâs been trying to convince himself that he has nothing to worry about. youâre going to be fantastic parents and your children are going to be extremely loved.
the day you surprised him with your pregnancy, was like a dream. satoru cried - which he rarely does - so it was an emotional night for both of you. neither of you could wait to meet your childâhappy with whatever gender.
despite all of the optimism and enthusiasm, satoruâs struggles with his inner thoughts have not yet ended. he doesnât want to bother you with it. you seem so content and he does not want to ruin that at all.
but even the strongest without limits has to reach a breaking point.
âyeah,â satoru speaks up, his voice hoarse. he kisses your belly button, hoping his child doesnât pick up on his distress somehow. your husband closes his eyes as he places his forehead against your tummy, praying that the heavens above hear his pleas, âi donât want our kid to inherit my cursed techniques. at all.â
your hand doesnât stop stroking satoruâs hair. you donât flinch at his words, nor do you immediately discard his worries. in all honestly, youâve shared the same feelings before getting pregnant.
you know how satoruâs treated by the jujutsu society. itâs dehumanising how heâs seen as a weapon of some sorts. a weapon that could solve all problemsâone that cannot rest until its duty is done.
you despise it. youâve told satoru about your hatred for the toxic society, even going as far as asking him to move to a different country without telling anyone. youâre sick and tired. you canât recall the amount of times that youâve cried alone, in the bathroom, after youâve seen the state your lover comes back home in.
the white-haired man always seems so tired. his eyes and head hurt because of them overusing his cursed techniques. there are even days where satoru doesnât put his blindfold or sunglasses off at home.
and when you try to talk to him about it, satoru simply assures you that âheâll be fineâ. you believe him in the moment, but you donât know for how long youâll be able to keep that trust.
youâre letting him break, slowly yet surely, right in front of you. heâs working himself to his demise. itâs nothing out of the ordinary to not want the same for your child.
though, youâre sure that itâll be fine even if your baby boy inherits satoruâs techniques. thatâs because you two are going to protect him with all you have. no one is going to treat your child like a weaponânot while the both of you are still alive.
âi donât want our child to take over the burden i carry,â satoru continues. his brows are furrowed and his lips are pressed into a thin line. heâs already thinking about all the possibilities that can follow with the birth of your son.
he can hide his child from the world, but wouldnât that be too restrictive? he can keep an eye on him every second of the day, but wouldnât that be overprotective?
you notice satoruâs internal state of panic increasing, so you quickly cup his face. you lean down and press a firm kiss against his lips, to which he instantly responds. his breath hitches and he sits up on the mattress, deepening the kiss as his hands hold you by the back of your head.
he needs thisâyouâmore than anything else in the world. if it wasnât for you, heâd have lost his sanity long ago.
you pull back after a good minute and pant. you chuckle as you notice the slight pout on satoruâs lips. he never seems satisfied with just one kiss, which is adorable. you coo and pepper his face with small pecks, âaww.â
itâs comforting to the sorcerer. he closes his eyes and his mouth forms a small smile. youâre doing an amazing job at calming him down. satoruâs muscles relax and he finds himself nestled between your legs soon enough.
you realise that heâs still somewhat afraid for the future of his child by the way heâs playing with your shirt. his head lays on your chest and his long fingers trace shapes on your exposed skin.
âi know, honey, i know,â you murmur against the top of his head. you massage satoruâs scalp gently, nearly making him purr because of how incredible that feels. you stare at the ceiling and continue your little talk.
âiâve thought about all of it too,â your fingers find his undercut, playing with the little hairs. all you can hope for is that your partner stresses less about the outcome of your pregnancy.
if you can do one thing for him, itâd be that. reassuring him that youâll both do your best for your child will surely put him at ease. your husband has enough to worry about anyway.
you want to share that burden. you donât want him to carry the world on his shoulders aloneâheâs got you for that now.
âbut i think that our son will be fine. why? because heâs got you,â you smile and kiss satoruâs forehead. itâs his favorite type of kiss and it works wonders when you comfort him. his ocean eyes regain their sparkle, both because of your unconditional love and trust in his parenting skills, âour boy will grow up fine and protected because heâs got you as his amazing dad, yeah?â
satoru takes some time to let your words sink in. your trust in him is a beautiful thing. of course, heâll protect his kid no matter what. both you and his kid will be safe for as long as heâs alive. youâre going to be a happy familyâone that heâs always dreamed of having.
he isnât going to raise his child to be the strongest. he isnât going to raise his child as an heir to the throne. he isnât going to raise his child as his legacy. he isnât going to raise his child as a tool.
his son will have a normal childhood and he will guarantee that. satoru will give his kid what he didnât have as a child himself;
unconditional love and support for whatever his son wishes to become.
satoru raises his head and leans in to kiss you, hugging you to himself. he adores you so much, youâre all he needs to feel like he can do anything and everything all at once.
carrying the world on his shoulders so you can live peacefully in it is all satoru does it for.
âheh, damn right. iâll be the best husband and dad ever.â
. . .
but in the end, your dreams are just dreams, right?
an escape from reality, thatâs all dreams really are. all those times youâve sat together to pick the furniture you want to place in the nursery, to paint the room a baby blue, to buy clothes and toys, diapers and carriers, to giggle about the places you would love to visit as a family, to think about possible baby names, to joke about whether your son will say âdadaâ or âmamaâ first â all of it were naive, hopeful dreams.
perhaps you were too caught up in them to realise that reality will hit when least expected.
satoru and you have lived in your own bubbleâyour own little fantasy world where tragic fates does not exist. no one in this planet would suffer if life worked that way.
no one on this planet would have to pick up the phone and have their world shatter, their dream bubble pop. to have all hope lost in the span of a second.
grief is a scary thing. itâs devastating and it will consume you whole. you donât realise that until you experience it firsthand. losing someone close to you will break you in half. itâs a punch to the gut.
especially if itâs your husband. someone you considered your partnerâwhoâs promised you to be together forever. maybe those promises were also a part of your fantasy.
maybe they were also but a beautiful lie.
your footsteps feel heavy. you donât have any energy left in you. every drop has been drained from you the moment you heard the news over the phone. your eyes and head hurt, both feeling like theyâre going to burst. you donât want to accept any of this.
the faces of the people around you are a blur. theyâre all holding their head low, their hands gathered in front of them to show respect. no one speaksâall the room is filled with are your sobs. the loud cries you let out in hopes that they wake you up from this absolute nightmare.
you drag your feet to the examination table in the middle of the room. tears continue to blur your vision, though surely, you can confirm the outline of the body laying underneath the blanket.
how could you not recognise the person you thought youâd spend eternity with?
itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. itâs unfair. . .
âsatoru.â your voice is barely audible. your hands are shaking and your face is stained with endless streams of tears. you stand at the side of the table and you instantly curl your fingers around the edge.
seeing that face from up close hits different. usually, itâd have your stomach fill with a feeling of delight, yet now all you feel when looking at it is unimaginable dread.
the blood on the corners of his mouth. the blanket thatâs hiding whatever is left of him from below the waist. the dull eyes that once stared at you with hope and love. those dried lips that normally shone with a layer of gloss.
god, itâs awful. you donât want this to be true. youâre still waiting to be woken up by your husband. so he can hold you close and hug you, whisper sweet nothings and reassure you that heâd never leave you alone in a savage world like this.
your shaky fingers reach out to his right hand. his skin feels cold and his hand doesnât hold yours back. your breath hitches and you let out a long, devastating cry. it sounds like a scream for help as your body crumblesâfalling to your knees whilst you tightly grip your loverâs limp hand.
âno, god no, please!â you cover your mouth with your free hand, nearly hyperventilating from pure pain. you feel like your heart is going to give up on you. itâs breaking into a million pieces, as does your future. you canât live without himâyou can't do it.
satoru is the sole reason youâve held out for so long. you were each otherâs support system. you canât do any of this on your own. you canât breathe properlyâyour body doesnât let you.
not until you feel a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. you can guess that itâs shoko, but youâre too distraught to even pay attention to her. you lift yourself up by holding onto the edge of the table, your legs shaking. you sniffle and sob uncontrollably.
you reach out to touch satoruâs lifeless face, as gentle as you always do. you flinch when you feel just how cold his body isâthe usual warmth that would comfort you gone, nowhere to be found. you donât get a reaction from him when you touch his cheeks.
it only serves to remind you of the tragic events that unveiled. youâre still in denial, but the moment feels real. your brain is slowly yet surely processing the information. though, you donât want it to. you want to live in a world where you grow old with your husband.
where your child is going to grow up with a father figure at home.
âsatoru, come back to me.. to us, please,â you beg and beg, hoping he smiles and sits up, telling you that itâs just one of his silly pranks again. when none of that happens, you feel yourself become more hopeless. you hunch over him and cup his face. the same face that would light up whenever youâd touch it.
you hiccup and wail, unable to breathe. you rub his cheekbones with your thumbs, settling your forehead against his. your tears fall underneath his eyes and slide down his temples, making it seem like heâs crying with you.
you wait for satoru to respond, but he doesnât. thereâs an eerie silence on his part and youâre panicking. you need him to comfort you, but he isnât there to do that anymore. youâre left alone, all alone.
âi canât do this without youâwe canât do this without you,â you stammer between sobs. you canât go through life, knowing satoru isnât going to be there for you. he isnât going to come home anymore. he isnât going to cuddle you to sleep anymore. he isnât going to experience what itâs like to have a family of his own. he isn't going to be able to hold his child and to play with him.
you blame life for being unfairâalways taking away the people who donât deserve it. satoru hasnât done anything to deserve this. he just.. existed. his fate of becoming the strongest, decided at his birth, is what has lead to his death.
you continue to sob to yourself. you refuse to acknowledge anything or anyone else in the room. youâre solely focused on your husband. or rather, whatâs left of him.
remembering how excited satoru was to spend the rest of his life with you and your future children pains you all the more. heâs been stripped from a normal life. youâve tried your hardest to give him that said normal life, yet your hopeful dreams have gotten you nowhere.
you wipe your tears away for the first time in a while. your grief is making you delusionalâdisoriented to the point you try to make yourself feel better. you force a smile and hold tightly onto satoruâs limp hand, trying to speak through your quiet sniffles.
âo-our boy is gonna be born soon,â you chuckle bitterly and place satoruâs hand on your belly. itâs gotten bigger over the months and youâre already eight months along. he was so close to meeting your childâso close. yet his tragic destiny did not allow him to.
you hope heâs been happy with you for as long as he lived. you hope youâve somewhat relieved him from his misery for as long as he lived. that burden he carried, the world he carried on his shoulders. . . it doesnât seem to want to detach from him. even after death.
you press a deep kiss against his forehead. satoruâs favorite spot to be kissed at, you remember. you wish he feels it in the afterlife; wherever he may he. as long as heâs in a better place now, one that treats him well. this current world has been too cruel on him. it doesnât deserve to home someone like your husband.
âi wish you were here to see your son. to see our baby grow up, you'd be so proud, honey,â you kiss satoruâs forehead again. itâs all you can do stop yourself from losing it completely. you know satoru would tell you to be strong, for his sake. for your unborn son.
âiâm going to tell him all about you, âkay? i'm going to tell him about how awesome his dad was,â your voice breaks for the nth time. youâre still in the first stage of grief, though you try to seem strong in case satoru is watching from somewhere.
thatâs what he did when he was the one going through a tough time. heâd act brave and fine, putting on a mask to make you worry less, telling you all kinds of reassuring words while he was suffering internally.
now itâs your turn to safely send his soul off to the afterlife. to let satoru pass away in peace, with him knowing that youâre going to live on for him and for your child. itâs the least you can do at the moment.
you put on a brave face, staring into his lifeless eyes, smiling through the unbearable pain. youâre sure heâs still listening to you from somewhere. satoruâs always told you that your voice is soothing, so you do your best to calm his soul and reassure him that itâs fine for him to rest.
âiâll do my best to raise him, yeah? so you.. you just rest.â
rest was a foreign word to the sorcerer. this world didnât give him an ounce of peace. heâd either be overworked by his family or the jujutsu society, and if it isnât work, his inherited techniques were slowly killing his brain and body.
youâre praying that satoru has none of that in the afterlife. youâre praying that he can live a normal life, eternally. so that when you join him one day, you both wonât have to suffer nor share the burden. you can live out your dreams without anyone interrupting.
not even fate.
âyou deserve to rest. you really do,â you sigh.
soon enough, you feel yourself crumble again. you burst out in tears once you realise that heâs actually never coming back to you in this life. you bury your face in the crook of his neck and sob loudly, not holding back your emotions anymore. you just canâtâyou canât act brave when your second half has been taken away from you so suddenly.
you hope that you succeeded into sending him off without any worries. you canât help but continue rambling to yourself, âiâm going to miss you sâmuch. oh, my baby.â
you lift your head back and stare into satoruâs eyes once more. did he think about you when he was on his deathbed? did he see his life flash before his eyes, including his many memories with you? did he see what could have been?
itâs unfair.
you give him one last bright smile and gently close his eyelids for him, hoping his lost soul saw your face before you did so. with one last kiss on his lips, you whisper your final words;
âplease wait for me on the other side, my love.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x you#gojo satoru x you#gojo x y/n#jjk angst#gojo angst#gojo satoru angst
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watermelon sugar (m) | sim jaeyun.
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preview. heâs the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but heâs not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.
or where, jake can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries.
meet the cast. simp sim jaeyun(jake) with his obsession fem!reader
genre. and they were roommates trope, fuckboy soft for his girl trope, SMUT MDNI!!!, lots of toothrooting fluff, tiny speck of angst but not proper angst, drunk confessions?, only one who can control him/her trope, happy happy ending, crack/humor, domestic scenes(newly added) college fuckboy athelete roommate!jake with his candy!roommate girl. computer science & programming major!reader, exercise physiology major!jake, nonidol!au, soccer player!jake.
word count. 13,488 unedited! it's word vomit.
warnings. fingering, dry humping, dirty talkkk lots and lots of it, nasty freak jake with innocent(seems to be) girlie, experienced x inexperienced(virgin but has idea), pussy slapping, somewhat drunk sex but there's consent consent, oral (m rec.) different scenes, p in v (unprotected! but pls pls pls do not do this ever use protection!!!!!) multiple orgasms (f.rec), overstimuation(f.rec) and somewhat (m.rec), spitting? slight nipple play, jake is rough and filthy, with heavyyyyy corruption kink it's all throughout the story, strength kink, size difference âi worship the ground you walk onâ energy but still dominant jake, jake has soooo many dirty inner thoughts about you it's innumerable. he's a simp for you so you're a slut for himâ i guess that's them?
theme song. animals by maroon 5 (jake pov), into you by ariana grande (yn pov)
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` author notes. im sorry for making you guys wait three extra weeks I hope y'all still want to read this,, what do i say it was so horrible before the revamp, thankfully it's so much better now and the smut god, it was so hard to write it i hope it's good enough. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED!!
âi donât mind this feeling.â
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER IS HAPPENING BETWEEN YOU BOTH, BUT YOU LIKE IT. IT FEELS SILLY AND FRAGILE AND GOOD. perhaps a little too good.
god forbid what you had done in your past life to get a roommate like jake, a complete package; a concoction of all classic kinds of roommate one could possibly expect. you arenât complaining though he takes care of you in every way he possibly could. making you feel like his entire world revolves around you, from his time home to the hours he spends on the field. one would ask anything of him and his answer would surely include you in one way or another, everyone knew it, everyone could see it, the way he feels.
he makes you breakfast, he helps with the cleaning- you both actually have it planned to have a cleaning day every week to polish the apartment. he cooks for you and he does the dishes more often than not, the only exception being the time when you insist deathly on doing it yourself because come on you gotta do at least some thing around the house.
to add to the perfect mixture of god gifted man, he video games in his room with the door shut so that the sound of him shouting at the screen doesnât disturb you. does the laundry- even your bras and underwear, heâs just too used to those clothings to give a care to get embarrassed (outwardly). he would never admit the way they get him all hot and bothered when he thinks of all the places those fabrics have touched. how wild his imagination runs and all the things he wishes he could do to you. all the sounds he could get, out of you and all the things you'd taste of.
you are his candy (well not exactly âhisâ but according to him this nickname of yours is only and I repeat only reserved for him) literally because you are all over sweets all the damn time and figureratively because heâd die to have a taste of you; the forbidden fruit of his life, too innocent for a person like him to ruin. but lord would he give up everything to land a chance to lay his hands on you not so innocently.
this man does not give a fuck about who is not you, and maybe occasionally spare a care for his two best friends who so far have only been blessed enough to know your name because jake has made it clear that you're off-limits and if they ever dare to do anything given the opportunity he'd rip off their balls and feed it to ducks (he's serious he swears)
getting to the real point of your dynamic: the only drawbackâ jake sim is a renowned fuckboy on campus, the heartbreak prince and you, his miss americana as they all like to call it. it is a daily routine, having to find a new girl in the house and ofttimes hearing them even with your door closed and your hands pressed on your ears. at first it felt disgusting, then you got used to it, and now very recently youâve been feeling weirdly dejected. a certain kind of hatred towards the girls, something you canât pin point exactly to why and what it is.
âcandy, my laptop broke down again!â jake's raspy voice dances through the little cracks of the bathroom door as you prepare for a quick shower. you sigh, tightening the towel wrapped around you before stepping out. a short knock at his batman poster door left ajar, and he's whipping his head to have a look at you as if he knew you'd be in the middle of washing up. a little secret, yes he knew because everytime ahead of bathtime you make sure to have a sip of your watermelon slush stack from the fridge and the sound of it's door reaches his room just right to let him know.
he remains seated on his bed, a sheepish smile on his face. your eyes fall at his desk to see his laptop closed, he tricked you, and like always you fell for it,âmaybe if you used your school laptop to study instead of playing games on it, this wouldn't happen all the time. but i assume you probably did it to get me here, itâs not gonna work everytime yun,â you click your tongue in feigned annoyance making him grin wider,âwell it does work everytime though,â he knows how to have you on his tail just like you know how to have him wrapped around your finger. it only seems fair, you both know what gets the other going and you use it to your advantage.
âwhat is it?â asking in a sing song tone, you plop down on his desk chair. spinning in rounds with your legs out swinging, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair while looking up at the phosphorescent glow-in-the-dark stickers you had forcefully put up on the ceiling of his room. a funny memory of jake trying to stop you because it would defeat the whole image of his room only to fold when you gave him the puppy doe eyes, baby talking that you really wanted to do it. it doesn't take much to have jake cave in, just one look from you and the boy is a flatline. fuckboy? he is that to everyone but to you he's practically whatever you want him to be, though you have never really had a talk about it.
âactually eunsang, she-â there is a hesitation is his tone you are well aware of, having almost a clear idea of what he's about to say,âi told- no warned you not to get involved with her for a second time, didnât i?â you scold, feeling that little twinge of hurt knowing he probably will keep on being involved with girls like this no matter what you say. it's the one thing where you don't have him under your spell. or that's you think, i mean you you have no idea do you of how much he wants you. just like how you have no idea how much you want him.
âyes but it happened and now sheâs after me all the time, she even showed up to my soccer practice yesterday! please just this one time, please help me get rid of her,â clamping together his hands in a plea, jake pouts as best as he can, giving you his puppy eyes. but when you donât show a reaction of any sort he resorts to the next best guaranteed thing: bribery,âiâll buy you tons of watermelon lollipops! from your favorite brand that too!â eyes sparkling with hope and expections of having you fall for it, like you do every single time, he waits. albeit patterns break, in everything and everyone.
âno, iâm on a diet. i gave up on sweets, what if i get diabetes? will you,â you point at him dramatically,âtake responsibility?â to which his stance morphs into one of stunned. he would gladly take responsibility for you at any given chance, but it's one of more gravity and significance than diabetes. and he's sure he's not one you should be in care of as more than anything that you are right now. he's too corrupted and you are too naive.
âyes of course iâll help you take your meds and-â he mumbles in a quick, hurried note aware that youâll not let him answer if heâs not fast enough. you still beat him to it though, speaking loud over and above his voice, to drown out his words despite hearing them quite clearly,âwill you? NO you will not! so let me just shower peacefully before i get the urge to lock you in the bathroom when youâre in there later,â with a silence after, one that has jake grinning again at your cuteness, you take it as a que to rush out swiftly. trying to make it to the bathroom before he decides to use his strength against you and hold you down wherever he wants. which though hasn't been often, has always left you breathless and flustered to a point you refuse to admit.
training to become an athlete, a buff center forward in comparison to you who barely puts effort into doing even a little bit of yoga once a month. itâs obvious heâll have you give in if he wants but heâs too sweet to force you. and of course it's obvious, the tension of the strength kink that looms over in the room.
it comes as a shock to you when the next day, the first thing you see waking up in the morning and walking into the living room: is eunsang standing by the kitchen counter. and important point: clad in one of jakeâs dress shirts that you recognize from doing his laundry occasionally, pouring herself a glass of water. oh you had to see this coming, this is jake we're talking about will be really ever like ever not bring over girls? no matter if they're clingy or not. the answer is ambiguous and definitely not to your favor.
sheâs shares a small smile upon noticing you, a friendly smile which you know is obviously fake. sheâs doing it just to look good and polite in jakeâs eyes. just to show that she's not bothered by you, because as said everyone knows if they don't like you then they automatically are on jake sim's blacklist. and being the star player of the team, his acquaintance is more or less influential to a large extent, so note to be taken be nice to candy to not be on the cross out list.
however as sad as it is to say itâs of no use. sheâs not even there in his eyes to begin with. the moment the jake comes out of his room, his field of vision doesnât include her. passing by her very visible figure like sheâs a microscopic bug to ruffle your hair in a dotting manner, his morning voice coming out in an adoring essence,âgood morning, candy,â he smiles and scrunches up his nose when he notices the baby cat you both adopted last month, curled up in the corner of the couch,âand mei,â he acknowledges your pet kitty but not the girl he brought home, that should speak volumes to you, jake thinks. treating you like candy of his world you are, shouldn't that be the ultimate giveaway of his feelings? like even his hookups can see how down bad he is for you why is it that you're the only one who can't? he wants you to know but at the same time he feels he's not right for you, a dilemma he handles by fucking up over and over again.
wishing him morning in response you give him a look which silently delivers your question of what is going on. you did hear them last night (more like her), but you didnât know it was her her. you werenât even expecting her to be the one. after the conversation with jake yesterday, she was the last person you would have ever assumed. he sends you a flying look that heâll explain everything later, shushing you off before you speak out loud.
âyunie,â your ears perk up at her voice, eyes narrowing in a deadly stare at the nickname you exclusively call him with, leaving her crusty mouth. certainly, like jake you blossom a definite possession over names too. perhaps it's the effect of living with him 24/7 but you seem to have picked up a lot of his antics.
jakeâs eyes shift to look at you for a moment and then heâs running a hand through his hair, dropping his sweet conduct to get back into his usual cold fuckboy self. he absolutely does not like the way your brows turn down and the pretty smile you were previously adorning for him falling off your pretty lips. he can tolerate anything but seeing you bothered in any way. âyouâre still here? it's better if you leave soon, candy doesnât like all this,â walking around her to the other side of the counter and into the kitchen to open the upper cabinets, jake ignores her like a plague as if he wasn't showing her heaven last night. but alas, nothing comes above you, she should have known that.
âwhat do you want for breakfast candy? should i make you some toast? or do you want your usual dose of sugar?â his palms rest on the granite countertop, leaning against it slightly while turning to fix his gaze on you. it makes eunsang rage with anger, throwing you a demeaning look before she disappears into jake's room.
the moment his bedroom door closes, you feel the unfamiliar weight on your shoulders relax a tad bit,âmy watermelon slush please,â finding your cozy spot on the kitchen counter, you give him your most adorable pout feeling like you had to gain back his warmth after the hookup. your legs dangle over the height between, toes softly brushing against jake's calves every two seconds. watching him prepare your drink, you decide to voice out the thing that had been disturbing since the moment you walked out your room,âdid you like make a friends with benefit kind of arrangement or something?â it comes out in a low whisper, afraid if you said it too loud it'd come true. the thought of it disturbs you for some reason, itâs not new for you to see random girls in your apartment; or to hear them while theyâre at it. yet it still gives you a sort of uneasy feeling, something you do not like feeling.
âit was a last time kind of deal actually,â he stops briefly to give you a quilty smile. finishing your sweet slushy just as eunsang hastily steps out, wearing what you assume her clothes from the previous night. she slows down to observe as jake hands you the cup, repulsively watching you take a sip,âis it good?â hearing him speak in a tone way different than the one sheâs acquainted with him using with her has stomp her way out in a grumpy fit.
looking up from the edge of your cup with hopes to give her a sly stare, your eyes follow her figure, flinching silently when she bangs the door close harshly,âbitch,â you comment, hooded orbs shifting back to jake who scowls in disapproval,âlanguage candy,â he reminds, knowing very well it does nothing to stop you.
âsorry yunie but she's so agressive, and for what?â you whine.
âfrom what iâve seen, youâre way more aggressive,â jake laughs softly, index finger coming to poke at your cheek tenderly.
with full cheeks, you grin like a cheshire cat and jake feels his heart rate speeding up, who gave you the permission to be the cutest person he's ever known? the urge to kiss you just keeps growing with each passing day and with with each little sneaky smile and doe eyes you give him.
âwe need to get the groceries this week, i have after classes soccer practice for the next four days and we're not gonna last that long,â the thought of spending the next four evenings alone in the unit is gloomier than the half assed ham and cheese toast jake makes for himself. if only you said yes to some proper breakfast, his taste buds and stomach wouldn't be suffering so much.
you nod as if he has eyes on his back, knowing well he's gonna want you with him but not force you, if you'd say no. whatever you want, is whatever he does.
ââm gonna go take a shower first then,â hopping down, you place your empty mug in the sink, and skip to your room to take your bath supplies.
âletâs shower together,â jake's friskiness thrives in the way he shouts with an undertone of mischief. watching you with a teasing gaze as you step out the threshold of your bedroom door. a tiny smirk spreading onto his lips when you scrunch your nose in a grimace. cute, he mouths thinking you wouldn't notice but god you do. he's clearly joking but you canât help feeling flustered internally. keeping up with his flirty and touchy stunts and tricks should have made it easier for you by now, but over a year in and you're yet to find yourself getting used to it. heâs too attractive and hot to get used to; at least thatâs what excuse your brain gives you, which honestly is true to some extent. his looks score a lot of points and you can't deny that.
âand if we get locked in there, whoâs gonna get us out? you know the door lock has problems,â you complain in a soft groan which, in his eyes is more adorable with the little annoyance you show. if you think you could ever intimidate him, you probably will because he'll melt right away to even think of a counter back.
his stance straightens at that, a fleeting look of flabbergast clouding his face before heâs breaking out in a taunt of smile, eyes closing in on you in a brazen look,âso does that mean if the lock was fine youâd actually shower together with me,â he feels this triumph of emotions, a sudden rush of sugar at the realization that'd probably maybe perhaps someday let him get in the shower together with you. the sheer excitement he experiences through his veins is over the roof, just the possibility of something so intimate with you is a bite of golden spoon for him.
he purposely stops all heâs doing to stare at you, moving his eyebrows cheekily, trying to provoke you,âi never said that,â you stick your tongue out at him, closing the door in a soft slam and crying out a âyouâre sick in the head!â
âonly for you!â jake yells back, chuckling to himself as he leaves the room.
two hours later youâre both strolling through the isles of shelving, bright florescent lighting, end displays of popular products, sale signs, banners with store mottoes, isle signs with product locations, rows and rows of household products and everything you'd always spend lots of time looking through until jake has to drag you back home.
he pushes the cart while you look around for items to throw in and cross out one by one from your checklist. the way you both discuss and bicker over what to keep in the cart and what not to every two minutes will lead any sane person to conclude you as a couple. you both would also admit it feels as such. how he insists on taking what you like while you argue that youâre on a diet and need to cut down on the consumption and desires of your sweet tooth. it feels sweet, he feels sweet. and you make him want to coddle you so bad, like what do you mean you're on a diet? you're perfect already. too perfect for him.
âiâm taking the pop tarts!â you hear him shout from two or probably three Isles away while you look through some new make up launches,ââŚokay fine!â capturing the attention of an old couple who glance at your way and mutter something you donât quite catch but you assume itâs probably about how annoying you both are, shouting at the mart.
âyunie look these are so pretty,â you point at the line of lipgloss as jake comes over with cart. he hums in agreement, watching you scan through the shades in an animated mood, mumbling over the names and speaking of how it'd look good for an everyday look or with summer dress you recently got. oh how smitten he feels, observing the way you seem so pumped up simply over gloss.
âthere's no mirrorâ â
âtry it on me,â oh he's bewitched under your spell.
jake stands still as you apply the mauve on him, staring at you through hooded eyes,âoh, this oneâs really pretty on you!â you beam, looking up at him as if he could see it too.
âit'd look prettier on you,â he's hardly able to whisper out, gaze trained on the way you part your lips while you wipe it off his and apply another. if he didn't have a strong self control, by now he would have shoved his tongue down your throat in the dirtiest and messiest kiss you'd ever known. knocking your breath out, as well as his. he's already on the verge of losing it with every little touch you leave on his lips, wetting your own as a habit.
âwhich one should i take?â you ask something cutely, jake almost feels guilty for the thoughts swimming in his head.
âiâll buy all of it for you, we can do something like a chapstick challenge you know. the one where you kiss and guess the flavor,â he teases loving the tiny exasperated glare you throw him. âyunn, be serious! which one?â
âthese two?â he points to ones you commented were pretty feeling impatient at the conjured up image of you wearing the colors on with you tiny, sexy little sundresses you got hidden in your closet. please feel guilty man he thinks.
in the end jake (successfully) convinces you to continue your diet later over the summer break offering to help you with it. and grabs a bunch of packets of your favorite snacks, your favorite brandâs watermelon lollipops and not to forget the fruit itself. checking all out he insists on carrying everything himself, only handing you the little bag that held your lollies in case you'd want one on the way back.
the subway is more crowded than usual, scarcely any seat left. it takes you a whole minute to scan around for an empty one, immediately encouraging jake to take it. a silly game of rock paper scissors to decide who stands, insisting firmly that he sit when you end up winning. the grocery bags rest by his foot and you stand between his legs, holding onto the bar wobbling every now and then. itâs just one stop left when jake suddenly pulls you onto his lap, adjusting you comfortably on his thighs and placing his hands on your legs possessively. you turn to look at him, lashes brushing against his skin and lips parting in the slightest at the adrenaline you feel pumping into your fast beating heart. the muscles in his chest feel firm at the faint touch of your back against him, the thumping of his own heart similar to that of yours.
he leans closer to whisper in your ear,âthat creep right there kept staring you up and down,â pointing with a discreet move of his eyes as he drills holes through his stern gaze fixed on the said guy. you on the other hand, grow hot with irritation, perhaps just as hot and bothered you are feeling jake pressed so close. an abrupt and sharp impulse of anger.
âiâll show him the fuck he was staring at," you mutter out, teeth gritted, and hands almost forming into fists, expression as innocent as always. jake seems to catch on to what youâre about to do and before you can get up from lap, his hold on you gets tighter,"okay, i know you hate this candy, but i donât want you getting hurt in any way, if he does anything iâll make sure to set him right, for now i think he got it that heâs not gonna stare at you however he wants,â hand grabing yours in gentle caresses along the expanse of your arm. delicate and slow like a soothing rub. his touch just as enticing and stimulating it is, is also calming, knowing exactly how to pacify your hot headedness. jake finds that really hot about you, the way you look like you couldn't harm a bug but he's seen you throw kicks and punches (for the right reasons) âlooks like a cinnamon roll, could kill youâ he never knew that's his type. sometimes and really only some rare times he wonders if you're not as innocent as he thinks you are, getting rock hard at the thought of it, dick twitching multiple times imagining you saying and doing things that an angel like you shouldn't be.
for the rest of the ride he manages to lull you back to your sweet candy mode, making you laugh at his lame pick up lines, and occasionally tickling your sides. head falling back into his shoulder in cute giggles and hips rolling on him, damn only he knows how bad he's holding back. as shameless as he is he'd probably jump your bones right infront of everyone to see. thankfully you bring the decency in your relationship.
when your stop comes, he intertwines his fingers you as you walk out the compartment, just in case you decide to give the dude a slap before leaving.
â'm gonna flatten out all your abs today, you'll need to gym again,â jake chuckles, feeling you roll over his body like meiâs lint roller as he lays on your favorite fluffy kuromi rug typing away on his laptop an essay deadlined for tomorrow. the weight of your body on and off and the touch of your hot skin he feels funsies,âyou do this all the time, candy and my abs have never left. how can i let them? knowing how much you love it,â reaching behind to hold you still on his back. you are glad he can't see the way your cheeks warm up at that, a bashful look on your face remembering all the times he's caught you ogling at his body.
âwhy are you sulking?â he asks when you don't respond with a whine like you usually do. aware that you behave this way either when youâre over the top bathing in happiness or dissatisfied with something.
ââm gonna gain weight now because of you, iâll see all the snacks and sweets in the pantry and not be able to resist binge eating,â you lightly punch at the curve of his shoulders, dropping your head into the crook of his neck in a pout. jake turns around swiftly to hold you in a hug, wanting nothing more than to cheer you up,âi love your belly anyhow, whether itâs visible or not,â giving the plump flesh of your stomach a zephyr-like pinch. you wince playfully drawing back inches to tease him only to drop down into his arms to hug him back seconds later,âyeah whatever,â his words make you feel butterflies, a turmoil of frenzy and fuzzy feelings, cheeks growing warm once again, and the warmth spreading all over your mind this time. why does he have to be so sweet to you?
you both stay like that for a while breathing slowly, and taking in the comfort of a hug, the room saturated with a restful and serene silence. youâre the first to pull away,âyou should finish that essay, i have to prepare for my test next week,â jake groans at the loss of your touch, wailing out with his hands as you leave the room.
âiâm joining you as soon as i finish this!â
four days later on the weekend, you sit on the couch alone, wrapped in the thin lilac charmeuse blanket jake got for you (he said it the softness of it, reminded him of you.) waiting for your him to join you. eight in the morning with âtangledâ running on the tv, it's not something jake would ever want to do, but he gives in because you like it; bonus sometimes when you get a little sleepy, he grabs the chance to cuddle you as close as he can, leaving a few fluttering kisses on your temple and cheeks. he's grateful you never say anything about it and just let him be.
âyunie, can you pass me the watermelon in the fridge? the one from yesterday,â you spare a quick glance towards jake as he walks out his room. his headset rests loosely around his neck, half naked, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and his black hair all dishevelled: looking even more messier due to the perm he got last week. âyeah sure,â the rasp in his voice as he mumbles out softly gives away the fact that he probably stayed up all night again.
taking the half a piece of watermelon out and grabbing a spoon, jake scoops out a small little portion. going up to your slouched figure on the couch, and extending it out for you to eat,âhere you go, candy,â he does it quite often, infact he loves to feed you. seeing your cheeks full and your eyes sparkling makes him feel fond as much as it turns him on. picturing you the same way on your knees between his legs with his dick stuffed in your mouth. choking and gagging on him, tears dropping down your pretty eyes while you stare up at him with this same doe look. it'd be heaven. even more so if he would have to teach you how to do it right, further fueling the massive corruption kink he seems to have harboured after meeting you.
he passes you melon after you take the bite, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. eyes trained on the way you fill in more in your mouth than you can handle, face all round and full,âeat slowly,â he flicks at your forehead.
âdo you want to go buy a new sofa at ikea tomorrow? this oneâs pretty small,â he adds a minute later, raising his brows subtly.
âwell, first of all i didnât plan to have a roommate and secon- i swear if itâs for your hook-ups iâm kicking you out!â it comes out in a yell, voice raising with every syllable before you spit a seed at him. one that due to your bad aiming skills instead of landing on his face, falls and sticks to the skin of his chest. damn those muscles they get you feelings things you probably shouldn't be.
putting away the watermelon on your tea table, you pick up mei and settle her on your lap, pulling back your blanket which had slipped off in a crackle of laughter,âthis is public space have some decency before you have such thoughts!â
âstop making me appear like a horndog!â he laughs along, whinning at your false accusations in giggles and a look of faux disbelief.
âwell that is exactly what you are!â you throw the closest cushion at his face. grinning with your signature cutesy doe eyes and jake is a goner. he always is.
âno don't do this me,â
âchange the sheets then, it's your turn this week,â turning away from him, you fix your eyes on rapunzel climbing down the tower. trying to avoid the way he stares at you with betrayal, immediately scooting over to tickle you.
âyou cheeky liar it's your turn,â his hands glossing over your ticklish areas.
âi love you,â in a fit of uncontrolled giggles, you shout. pushing against him to escape only to have your wrists pulled away, held together in a tight grasp and pinned above your head. âcandy! i love you is not gonna get you out of chores come on i'll help you. we'll watch tangled later. together, i promise,â his laughter dies down with every word he utters, whispering out the last part as he becomes aware of the proximity between you two. so close you both think, breaths slowing down and heartbeats picking up the pace with each passing second.
âwe're doing this okay?â jake whispers again, albeit, his tone a tad bit more heavy and bothered. an ambiguous daze clouding over, as if he is talking about something entirely different than just changing sheets. a twinge of lust bubbling inside. having you under him like this makes him realize just how desperately he wants you, and how bad his strength kink blooms for you. to have you whimpering and moaning, gaze all hazy as you let him do whatever he wants with you. damn he feels his dick twitch at that, gulping nervously hoping you wouldn't notice.
âyou look like eugene,â you mumble out suddenly and jake feels his thirst rise off the roof, because the size difference between the characters? he wouldn't deny he thought of you the first time he saw the animation. wanting you have you in his arms the same way.
âthen you must be my rapunzel,â you feel even more flustered if that's possible, your stomach twisting and twirling at his words until,ânow come on we gotta keep the house clean for mother gothel,â jake let's his grip on you loosen, taking a moment to get off you.
âyunie!â
âi'll make you some sweet soy-glazed potatoes too later,â he voice drowns out as he enters you bedroom first.
âwell i guess it's okay then,â you giggle following after him.
âcandy that's not how you tuck in the corners,â jake scolds you for nth time, running after you to fix the edges you mess up deliberately time and again. âhey! candy! get down!â you make it a chaos for him, jumping onto the unmade bed and messing up the sheets all the way.
âoops,â there's a devilish grin on your face as jake pauses to watch you have your sugar rush episode.
âif you wanna wrestle again and end up under me, just say so,â he teases, inching closer and grabbing you by the waist. you both laugh again as if you weren't dripping with need for each other just moments ago. he picks you up and walks to the door putting you down by the sill,âi seriously need to get this done, you go and peel the potatoes for me,â you can't cook for the sake of god and letting you use knives is like a deathwish, jake can only hope peeling will keep you busy and safe enough to not end up with cuts anywhere.
the doorbell rings just as you step into the kitchen, walking back to the front in a sluggish sigh. feeling utter regret for answering the door, the instant you notice the figure outside. not wanting to reveal the presence to jake, you shut the door behind.
he peeps out your room at the sound of it, shrugging it off as nothing because youâve done it lot many times: when your friends show up because you simply donât want them to fall under his radar as prey.
you spare an indifferent glance at the way eunsang stands tall; hands folded with a cocky look on her rather gorgeous face. she's a beauty and you hate to admit that, a vibe so opposite of you it makes you insecure considering jake's hooked up with her more than a few times. âiâm here to see jake,â she states, tilting her head to point over at the closed door, all the sugary honeyed act she keeps up around him nowhere to be seen.
âand he doesnât want to see you, didnât he tell you it was the last time,â you counterattack, folding your arms and straightening up to look intimidating. your stare is one of taunt, carrying a gaze of boredom in hopes to establish that you're one to reckon with.
âare you jake? i said i want to talk to jake not you,â her heels click in impatience and underlying disgust in the tone she uses with you gets on your nerves.
you close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the annoyance in you before it turns into anger, tongue poking at the side of your cheek, âand are you deaf? i said he does not want to talk to you,â assert dominance, assert dominance you repeat over and over in your head.
but what she says next makes you lose your temper.
jake, the very epicenter of it all, on the other hand has no idea of what's going on outside until there's a scream that sounds too much like you, one turning into many more. it's frantic and inhumane, the speed at which he runs out. dropping everything and anything. there in broad daylight he finds you and eunsang trying to rip each other's hair out in the thankfully empty hallway. he doesn't know if he should be worried more about your scalp hurting or your throat tearing from how loudly you scream over eunsang. his hands flail as he contemplates on breaking the fight or letting you calm down, which you probably won't as he knows. he grabs onto eunsang's hands on your head trying to loosen her grip on your hair, concerned over the pain you must be feeling while you're there now trying to kick her between her legs. she's shocked to say the least, watching him latch you off her in a swift motion and throw you over his shoulder. he takes you back inside quickly, groaning at your fists pounding against his back in a protest,âfucking let go of me! iâm gonna give her a good piece of my mind!â
âcandy language!â putting you down by the kitchen softly, he grasps the side of your arms and forces you to look into his eyes,âstop fighting all the time, stay here iâll talk to her, okay?â he speaks slowly as an attempt to calm you. when you wiggle off in a scornful shrug, he asks again, this time moving to cup your face, a tender look in his eyes,âokay?â you nod in a defeated sigh and he's out the door before you can say anything else. you're upset, really upset, you know what you did outside was not decent yet you can't get over the fact that he left you in here to go back to talk to her. he was on your tail last week trying to beg you to help him get rid of her and even shooed her out the unit harshly, what more is there to talk about?
truth to be told, this was how he first met you, or should he say saw you. it was the move in day, he had all the necessities for the week packed in a travel suitcase, with the other stuff to be brought in later on. he was waiting for the elevator in the lobby, more tense and anxious than ever to meet the girl he was going to be living with a good four years of his college life. hoping she'd not treat him like some stranger, or be someone impossible to get close to hash live with. along with little bits of curiosity and hopes again, that she'd be a pretty and sweet girl maybe someone help could form some kind of benefits with.
however never in a million years did he ever expect it to be the cute yet fierce girl in the elevator. to say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement, he was literally blown off his feet, scared or impressed, his confusion was massive. when the doors of the elevator had opened he had found you slapping a middle aged man,âfun? you think groping my butt âs fun, you sicko,â kicking him in the balls next. hard. jake had gulped at that, hard. heart on a pause. the look of feigned innocence on your face as you did all that. damn jake swears it was that moment he fell. maybe not romantically but you definitely got his dick hard.
you looked super cute, and you knew how to fight, jake thought he hit the jackpot when you turned out to be his roommate. pretty you were, definitely, and sweet wasn't even a question; you were sweet to him and you are a lot of sweet. the only thing that remains a mystery till now is if you'd taste as sweet. jake hopes he can find that out.
he returns a few minutes later, lips pursed in a small smile as he shuts the front door. it grows even wider when his eyes find you,âso your soy glazed potatoes,â he chuckles walking over to the kitchen and getting other things out.
âshe called me a slut for living with a guy like you and i was in the midst of giving her a lecture on actually how good of a person you are-â you bang on the counter with a thud and turn around to face him,âand you dragged me in!â whinning in a pout that looked as upset as your furrowed brows.
jake glances over in amusement, halting to give you another grin as he boops your nose gently,âmy darling candy, iâm only good to you,â the glare you throw his way only makes him snicker with adoration. the little flicker of bashfulness you feel making you break out in a smile which (thankfully, for you) jake doesn't notice.
âwhatever, iâm gonna take a long shower. do not disturb me!â you leave in a rush afraid if you stay too long he'd see it all on your face.
ten minutes later, as you tiptoe to get your favorite shower gel from the shelf above the mirror, luck decides to remind you why you shouldn't ever stay away from jake sim. feet slipping on the wet floor, body colliding against the cold tiles in a thud loud enough to have jake come running.
âcandy, you're okay? what happened? should i open the door? âm coming in,â his voice is laced with worry, snapping open the door to find you laying flat down, though to his relief not unconscious. he picks you carefully, bringing you to your room and seating you on the edge of the bed to check for any injuries. hands delicately caressing all over and asking if it hurts any where,âyou're so clumsy, always getting me worried like shit,â
âlanguage,â you giggle, trying to make him laugh and it works.
âsorry, just please be careful, okay?â his fingers brush back your hair as you give him a small nod,âdo you feel pain anywhere?â another nod, and this one ticks his alarms.
âwhere!â your fingers reach out to press against the brooding crease between his brows, attempting to remove the frown from his face. and jake melts at that, feeling his heart flutter at your cuteness, god he loves this side of you so much.
âyou little demon, look what happens if you don't shower with me,â laughing out together, oh how he wishes it were like this forever. and jake sim has never thought of a forever ever before.
a month passes by in the blink of an eye, your routines and relationship staying the same as always, classes, his soccer practice and your weekly cleaning day. but what seems to have changed is his routine of bringing over girls, the number alarmingly cutting down day by day (which currently sits at zero) and what you havenât noticed- his display of affection towards you growing more and more. yet you think nothing special of it, assuming that perhaps now he got a grip over himself. which is partially true. jake thought of you as deserving someone better, so it was only right that he became better. and what better way than to start with quitting the position of campusâ resident fuckboy.
after an all nighter the previous day, coming back from your classes you get straight to bed. changing you clothes and getting tucked under the blanket from around eight in the evening. jake returns from his soccer practice later, unaware of the fact that you're already passed out. opening your door to let you know of his night out plans,âcandy, iâm gonna go out with jay and sunghoon! make sure to have your dinne- oh you were sleeping? i didnât know iâm so sorry candy,â he mumbles out in a soft whisper towards the end, supressing a smile watching your sleepy figure under the covers. trying to rub out the drowsiness from your eyes; heavy blinking and a small pout, his cute girl.
âitâs okay no need to get up, go back to sleep, iâll be back in the morning,â approaching the bed as you lay back down, he pats your head in a 'sleep wellâ before leaving.
it's probably past midnight when you wake up to constant ringing of calls. fumbling around for your phone in a daze only to find a dozen calls from an unknown number and a bunch of texts from the same. it's jay, asking you to get jake from the bar they're at. saying the guy's refusing to go back with anyone that's not you: whining for your presence and making it hard for his two friends.
'where is my candy?â jay and sunghoon are sick and tired of hearing it all night.
by the time you get him back to the apartment, it's three and your bones hurt from the weight of his body leaning all over you. it doesn't help that all he does is giggle and throw himself over you. there's been a lot of times you have seen him drunk, probably more than a dozen, but he's never looked as wasted as today. sunghoon told you it's because he drank way more than usual, and unbeknownst to you that you are the sole reason, you wonder of the things that plague his mind to the extent of drinking so much.
dragging him into his room you have him sit on his bed, going through his closet and getting him a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you can grab. âcome on yunie, get changed,â you hand him the clothes, turning away when he takes everything off nonchalantly. even though he likely would rather want you to look, from the many times he's said it before âwhyâre you looking away, candy it's all for you,â his exact words. the bane of your existence.
after he's changed, you wipe the sweat off his body with a wet towel as much as you can. giving him a glass of water before leaving for your room when he grabs your wrist and stops you with his puppy eyes.
in the morning, around noon jake is the first one to wake up and having no memory of the previous night besides the fact that he was drunk. he sits at his desk chair, hands in his hair, watching you sleep on the other side of his bed, clad in his shirt. itâs like he feels everything is over and done from here. he did what he swore never to do, this was the very first thing he pinned on his mind as an important note: not using you even if he has very obvious feelings for you. he tugs on his hair in frustration, angry at himself for not staying in his lane when drunk. with his head hung in guilt, he doesn't notice you stirring awake, sitting up at the sight of his hunched figure.
âyun? are you okay? is the hangover severe? should i make you something for it?â startled at your soft voice, he flinches visibly. a thousand scenarios running through his mind and not one ends up good.
âyou donât even know any hangover recipes,â jake mumbles almost inaudibly.
âi can just search on the internet and try my best, itâs not like iâll give you anything inedible,â you teaee, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere you feel in the air.
it takes him a moment to speak again, sounding as miserable as he has never before,âcandy iâm,â he halts, gulping to hold back the lump in his throat,âiâm sorry, i really didnât mean to, i donât why i, it's all my fault,â he stops again, leaving you confused and dumbfounded,âwhat are you saying? what apology?â it is when his eyes shift to stare at what youâre clad in, staying there for a hard minute when you get a rough idea of what he could be thinking of. your cheeks grow hot at the realization, shaking your head when unholy images pop up in your subconscious.
but the butterflies fly away just as fast as they came as his words dawn uppn you. even if it didnât happen the fact that he wouldnât mean it, want it, regret it has something in you twisting in pain, are you so bad? or that he actually really thinks of you as his little sister? that you read his affections wrong, assumed his feelings differently? your heart breaks more than a little at that.
âwhy? is it because iâm not like the others you have been with? because iâm not like eunsang? or because iâm not her? the one you were smiling so hard after talking to? are you dating he-â
âthatâs the problem! youâre not like her! youâre not like anyone i've known before! youâre special and iâm afraid iâll lose you, things will change and just iâll have to get over you without even getting a chance,â it's the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, and the first time ever he's sounded so desperate, weak and dejected. so vulnerable.
the split moment of sadness dissipates with every word that sinks in. the revelation of a(n after)drunk confession. the fact that you're a different kind of special to him, that he would want a chance to be with you, that he's afraid to lose you. you supres the urge to laugh when it all settles into your understanding. having a better grasp over the bigger picture. your steps are slow and calculated as you walk over to him, sitting across his lap and cupping his cheeks in a fleeting breath of courage. his eyes almost bulge out when you brush your lips lightly against his, mumbling softly,ânothing happened, but if you still want i can give you a chance, itâs going to be hard though tolerating me, think wisely,â you giggle and jake malfunctions for an instant before grabbing you in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
âof course, of course i do want it, iâve always wanted it,â chanting out in a trance.
âyour lips tasted like watermelon,â he mutters out some time after, eyes locking with yours in an intense pull. still in a daze that out of all the bad things that could've happened it was none. literally none plus you perhaps wanting him just as much as he wants you.
âi had some in the morning before you woke up, anyhow yours taste like alcohol and your breath is horrible, go and freshen up,â you push at his shoulder, getting off him to leave the room to cook something. probably (as you said) a recipe searched up on the web, hopefully edible enough for a hungover person.
when he comes out later, all showered and back to the jake you know: the one who likes his hair slightly messy and almost never in a shirt. âwhy were- are you wearing my shirt then?â
âyou practically begged me to last night while sobbing for i donât know what reason,â he's a bit flustered at that, but hey, it's what got him here, you gotta do what you gotta do.
âcandy, you wanna go out tonight? jay and sunghoon wanted to hang out but i don't wanna leave you so i said iâd bring you along,â jake asks, knocking at your door.
it takes you a little over a minute to open up but jake's does not mind it at all for obvious reasons, his jaw comically falling to the floor when you walk out in your tiny little blue sundress and the shade of lipgloss he was dying to see you in. you're unreal.
âyes! i heard you on call earlier,â
âoh my god candy, gimme a princess twirl,â the amount of desire he feels for you right now is unfathomable. biting his lips at the sight of your lace panties underneath that faintly flash him in the mini twirl you do. can you get any hotter?
âjust fifteen minutes and i'll be ready,â he got ten minutes to do something about the boner he just popped, and it's more than enough to have him rub one out with what he just saw. maybe add a little hint of imagination and wondering what you'd sound like if he were to touch you down there. especially given the fact that the likelihood of it happening were through the roof now. you almost kissed last week, anything could happen at this point. and jake's dick gets impossibly sensitive at the odds of it.
at the restaurant, jay and sunghoon sit in an awkward silence, watching you both be all over each other. when they agreed for jake to bring his girl along, they didn't expect it to be so bad.
âum jake talks a lot about you,â sunghoon says trying to start a conversation that he knows probably wouldn't go anywhere.
âhe does? that's so sweet,â you smile, giggling over something jake whispers in your ear, his hand palming over the plush of your exposed thighs,âwhat do you wanna eat?â sunghoon nerves feel boiled at the way jake completely skips over his attempt to talk to you. while jay sips at wine, agonizingly slow knowing this is how it's gonna be from now on. their friend is a changed man.
âi have this picture of jake from middle school, you'd love to see it i promise,â a little tipsy, sunghoon's persistence to put himself in the equation albeit admirable, annoys the fuck out of jake, scowling at the other well of aware of the so called picture he wants to share.
âjay man, take care of him. candy and i are going home,â jake gives them a tight lipped smile, holding your rather drunk self (it's just wine you had said)
âsee you later ca- y/n,â at first jay leans in for a friendly hug butâ nevermind. the way jake stares at him is scarily weird.
jake makes sure to have you sit on the couch before he leaves to get you water but you're sprawled out on the floor when he comes back. mumbling something about how cool the tiles feel against your skin,âcome on you should drink some water,â jake pulls you up on your ass, sitting cross legged on the floor beside you. his hand softly holds the back of your head as he brings the glass to your mouth.
âalright say, what did you wanna say?â
âi wanna kiss you,â if jake thinks the pout on your lips is the cutest thing ever then the words you say must have to be the hottest thing ever. how can a simple word like kiss make his heart flutter so bad? and it's not even lust at this point.
he fulfils your wish without a thought, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. sucking on your bottom lip a second long before he pulls away and boops your nose. no tongue and no other intentions. the after taste of your gloss lingering in his mouth.
âlet me tell you a secret,â you whisper out, moving over to his lap, knees on the floor each side.
âi knew you stole my kuromi panties,â he's shocked you know about it, he made sure to be extra careful with it, though his nasty ass was internally hoping you'd catch him.
âmhm, i do have it with me but it's not really wearable now,â he did not see this becoming something sexual but the moment you brought up the panties, you might as well have brought up his dick. man practically re-lived every single time he used it to jerk off, all those orgasms coming to life at once.
âyou need to punished!â you whine,
âwhat do you wanna do?â and jake feels his dick get harder at that.
âcan we kiss again?â oh my god, you make him feel so fuzzy and horny at the same time, it's unbelievable. in the guide of jake sim: to make him horny is relatively easy, to get him all fuzzy is once in a lifetime and to get him both at the same time is impossible. yet you do it so effortlessly.
jake answers you with his lips against yours again, relishing in the feeling of them on his own. all those times he wondered of how it'd feel like to kiss you seemed so lame now that he actually did. no imagination could ever come close to way he feels right now. his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls away for a moment,âi wanna love you so much and take you on cute little dates and buy you all the food you want and fuck you so hard you only remember my name,âhe mumbles against your lips in a bit whisper, letting you take a breath before he dives right back in. this time he lets his tongue slide in, rubbing against your own for a short while only to pull back and go for another trying to keep your lips pressed together for as long as he could. finally pulling away when he feels you push against him a little too roughly, a crawl of shudders all over his skin at the roll of your hips against his bulge.
âwanâ you to fuck me too,â you whine, this time desperately.
âfuck candy, you're drunk we shouldn't be doing this,â he reminds, failing miserably to hold himself back. his hands keep twitching to just grab your hips and grind you down on his dick until you're both cumming together.
âiâm not, i swear. i just drank a little because i couldn't have done this all sober,â even through the layers of clothes, jake can feel your neediness dropping with the way you roll your hips harder against him. speeding up when you think he's pushing you away, but he's just grabbing you closer by the waist. he can't deny how wanted he feels right now, feeling like he'd explode any second. the fuck were you so horny for him?
âare you sure this is okay?â he asks again. no matter how bad he's dying to fuck you, he'll never do it if you don't to.
ââs okay, please yunie,â you feel his hands slide along your thighs and in between your legs. fingers faintly brushing over the wet patch on your panties in a sharp inhale. he grazes two fingers against your clit, testing the waters. rubbing harder when he feels your breathing pick up it's pace, switching to spank your clit impossibly fast having lost control at the sound of your wanton whimpers.
âdonât move and take it baby,â jake growls, pushing you flush against his chest, making your back arch more and more into him. tits bouncing right up in his face as he bends down to nibble as the exposed skin between them.
he stops for a moment only to push your panties to the side and touch you raw. rubbing rougher and so intense, your legs feel number from pleasure,âhas anyone touched you like before?â his jaw clenches hard, eyes dark with want as they remain fixated at the sight of his hands on your pussy. fuck he finally knows what touching you feels like.
ânghâ no, fuck!â and it boosts jake's ego through the roof, he doesn't think he's ever felt as horny as he feels right now. the thought of being the first to touch you in your princess parts, the first you have seen you putty like this, the first to be the one to get you like this. fuck, fuck, fuck! he feels so turned on it's literally inhumane. precum oozing out his tip with every twitch of his dick.
âmm, gonna put my fingers in you,â you feel one of jake's fingers press into you, sliding inside easily with how dripping wet you are. the pornographic moan you let out when he slowly slips in another and curves up has his dick twitch so damn hard he thinks he just came untouched. you sound so cute yet so fucking hot, his mind is in a spiral of everything he wants to do to have you moan like that again and again until you're so drunk on pleasure, you only want him all the time.
âshit you're so tight and warm, can't imagine how good you'd feel around my cock,â his eyes keenly hooked on the way you raise your hips to meet the thrusts halfway,ây-yun, âs feels too g-good ah,â
âfuck you're so hot and so perfect for me,â his words travel straight to your core having you clench tight around his fingers and all of a sudden you find your oragasm hitting you as violently as jake continues to run you through it, fast and painfully pleasurable. enamoured and obsessed with the way your doe eyes struggle to stay open, mouth parting in a loud whine, back arching and hips shooting up. god you're a piece of art and jake doesn't think he's ever gonna want anyone other than you.
he immediately stands up with you in his arms, walking over to the kitchen counter and placing you gently on the cold marble. his fingers run through your hair in a soft caress, tucking in the messy strands behind your ears,âyou sure you want this? we can stop here if you want. just say the word and iâll stop,â
âwanâ yun to be my first,â you whimper wearily, jake feels his heart skip a couple of beats. your first, he wants to be your last too and you to be his last.
âgonna make you cum so much harder on my cock,â he places his hands on your thighs in a tight grip and forces them apart fervently. he so damn wants to eat you out but he also wants to feel you cum around his cock, it's a hard choice to make but his cock feels so angry and heavy slick from all the precum he shot out each time you whimpered or moaned or whined, if he'd wait to get his dick wet he'd probably actually come untouched from your sounds and reactions alone. and only god knows(jay too oops) how bad jake sim wants the first time he cums with you to be deep inside you. so much so that he might develop a kink of getting you knocked up (nope you're too young for that!)
he takes his pants off in a snap, practically ripping his boxers along with it, grabbing his rock hard dick, throbbing and red at the tip and trusting into his fist a couple of times. breathing heavy at the way you watch him with your lips between your teeth. he wonders how good it'd feel to watch you touch yourself while he does the same, cumming together with your eyes locked. but he probably doesn't have that kind of self control to just watch you touch yourself, when he can do it himself?
he taps his tip against your clit for a hot minute sliding it along your folds in a strained groan. you're so embarrassing wet, it's like jake could shove himself inside immediately and your you'd hardly feel pain for a while. however, holding back his desires, he pushes into you slowly, holding your body close and stroking your back soothingly,âlet me know when i can move,â a tender kiss at your forehead, trying to make sure you know you have the say it in.
jake groans as you give him the go seconds later,âmhmmm candyâ â baby,â moaning soft and lustful as he pulls out till the tip and thrusts all the way in. your insides feel so warm and gummy, walls clenching around him crazy tight. he thinks he'll lose his mind and end up cumming embarrassingly fast like a teen getting pussy for the first time. the way he feels the pleasure throb in his veins so intense all over his body, it's almost numbing.
your hands loop around his neck, fingers scratching at his back as he pounds into you rough, his pace hard and fast pushing all his body weight against you.
âdon't think i can ever get enough of you,â
the sight of the thin straps of your dress slipped to the sides, tits almost spilling out of the front gets jake going, fueling him to grab at you anywhere and everywhere his hands can possibly go,âtell me im dreaming fuckkkâ i've wanted you for so long, can't count the number of times i've jerked off to the thought of having you like this, so pretty and dumb under me,â all those evenings when you roamed around the unit in the shortest shorts and the smallest crops, driving him mad shit insane, having to sneak off into the bathroom multiple times. fisting his cock hard, groaning and biting back his moans as he got off to the thought of you, while you sat all unaware and innocent on the other side of the wall.
he stops abruptly, pulling out in a frenzy and turning you around on your heels and pushing you by the back of your neck to lay against the cool granite. one hand going down to grab at your thigh and hook it up on the counter, drooling at the way your pussy glistens from the angle. he shoves his dick back in without a warning, feeling your ass collide against him harsh yet fervid.
you both pant in rasps when his cock hits a sensitive spot inside you. he shifts to angle himself just right to repeatedly brush against that spot and you mewl out loud at that, so loud your neighbours probably know what you're up to.
âfuck i can't stand not seeing your cute face,â jake bends over to grab you by your throat, pulling you up and flush against him, head resting back at his shoulders as he forces to look at him, fingers gripping your jaw softly,âeyes on me, okay baby?â grunting from deep within his chest, a wild grin on his face as he watches you get lost in ecstasy,âiâll get you addicted to my cock,â just like how addicted he already is with your pussy and everything about you.
his other hand reaches up to tug the front of your dress down, groping up one of your tits, a silk touch to see your reaction. loving the way it's so obvious how sensitive you are there. mouth parting open with you in sensuous gasps as he twists your nipple harshly, rubbing the tip with his thumb. your walls clench a little too hard and your back arches off as you push your hips back into him, the tell tale signs of you getting close,âmy baby's gonna cum for me?â
holding your jaw to have your eyes trained on him, he unexpectedly inserts his thumb in your mouth pressing against your wet tongue, your red swollen lips too tempting to resist,âfuck yes, show me how pretty you cum,â you mumble out a series of incoherent words in hazy chant.
the hand on your breast slips down to your lower abdomen pressing rashly against his bulge, feeling faint movement of his cock deep inside you. fuck you're so small and delicate. his hold on you tightening as his calloused fingers find your neglected bud, rolling it in quick, tight circles. it's so painful yet you feel so good, tears wailing down your cheeks as your orgasm crashes hard, overwhelming and violent, thighs trembling and pussy clenching uncontrollably. jake's continues to rub your clit, helping you ride out your high. eyes fluttering shut, and swallowing thickly at the sensation of you creaking over his sensitive length, cock throbbing impossibly hard.
jake refuses to stop even after you have come down,âone more candy, i know you can do one more for me,â hips hammering into you at full force, and lips finding yours in ragged breaths. and it dawns on you what exactly you have gotten yourself into when you feel the two of his fingers protruding at your entrance, trying to push in beside his cock,âif you try to close your legs i'm gonna punish you,â he warns making you whine into his mouth.
in a flash he turns your body to face his, quickly shoving his cock and fingers back into you. his other hand spanking the skin of your ass and kneading it a soft caress after. he eyes hypnotized at the view of you taking him in, a white ring of your cum adorning the base of his cock. he spits at your clit, once again toying with the engorged bud, pinching and flicking,ââgonna make you cum until you pass out, fuck i really wanna do thatâ ââ your hand darts out to grip at jake's wrist, feeling too overwhelmed with hypersensitivity. wanting to shy away but the pleasureâs so good you can't bring yourself to push him away.
âbut it's your first time,â jake mumbles between hoarse grunts.
before you can even realize it yourself your third orgasm courses through you vehemently. body jerking and twitching, almost falling over if not for jake's hold. jets of cum gushing out as you moan loud.
feeling you spill down his cock, all warm and tight, his brutal rhythm falters,âfuck- âm gonna cum,â eyes locking with yours as he thrusts once, twice and then stills, burying himself deep, streams of cum shooting out. hot spurt after spurt, swollen cock twitching against your walls. goosebumps all over, his legs quiver from how hard he came.
he stays quiet and motionless for a while, his arms wrapped around your shaking body. breathing in the scent of your shampoo, trying to calm his pounding heart and cock.
âyou good candy? iâm sorry, i think i went a little rough on you,â you nuzzle into him in quiet,âits okayâ as he strokes your head, leaving fluttering kisses over your face. picking you up by the thighs he brings you to your bed, laying you down and gently pulling out. groaning at the way all your mixed cum oozes out, pretty little hole clenching around nothing.
exhausted, you let your mind drift, feeling the drowsiness kick in while jake bends between your legs with a wet towel. whining wearily, when his lips wrap around your nub in a suck, the wet sensation of his tongue against your clit like a shot of electricity,âsorry, baby just had to do that once,â he knew he didn't just call you candy for nothing and he was right. grining sheepishly as he wipes the rest of the cum off, cleaning you all up.
âyou're nasty,â you manage to whisper out.
âonly for you,â the touch of his body is hot and comforting, arms around your waist cuddling closely(and half naked).
âlet's shower together in the morning, wanna eat you out so-â
âjake!â
âwhat? it's the truth!â
the following around four in the afternoon before jake has to leave for his soccer practice, you approach him on the couch, as always re-watching an episode of vincenzo. you haven't talked much about labels, but it's known to everyone that you're sorta together. more like jake is taken by you. his friends weren't too surprised to know about you both, it was obvious jake had the hots for you and from the little hangout at the restaurant they figured it all worked out for him.
âincoming, pocky!â you sit beside him with a banana flavored pocky stick between your teeth, leaning in teasingly.
âoh you want me so bad,â he plays along inch closer and biting it off in a snap, lips barely brushing against yours.
pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed into his chest, he locks you in place, chuckling at the way you attempt to escape. his fingers twirling the ends of your hair as you surrender in seconds, switching to watching the show absent-mindedly,âmy parents wanted to meet you,â he drops the bomb, tracing random letters on your skin to distract of the fact that he just mention a meeting with parents.
âas my roommate, actually,â quickly adding the important point, fingers poking at your cheeks like jello.
âso suddenly though?â you think back on all the things you have ever done to him, for them to want to see you. perhaps they think of you as a snobby girl whoâs indulging their sonâs already unpleasant habits.
âtheyâve actually been wanting to meet you for the past three months, i was putting it off but now summer break is starting next week and i have no more excuses to give,â hugging you, he rests his head on the curve of your neck, breathing in the smell of watermelon that surrounds you after you had basically devoured a whole at lunch. âif you donât want to then you donât have to, iâll talk to them,â he assures, not wanting you to feel obligated to agree, or force yourself despite being uncomfortable.
âno itâs okay, we can go meet them. how long will the drive be?â fumbling with his red knuckles, your mind wanders off to when he fingered you, growing hot and embarrassed all of a sudden. hardly listening in on his answers.
when jake leaves for his soccer practice, you find time to complete the trivial chores around the house. watering the plants with a pout, missing jake more than ever. you have completely different majors and you are not in any clubs either to stay after classes. the only time you spend together being the one at the apartment which is also cut down by his frequent practice sessions, sometimes in the morning during weekends and normally most evenings on weekdays. it makes you ponder on whether you should try out for any club, after all these years doing something else besides studying. but you have no idea what you should consider, having no knowledge on which clubs you could be eligible to join.
it takes you two whole weeks and a bunch of outfit checks to find yourself on your way to meet jake's parents. feeling almost weird and exhilarating at how his parents and his older brother welcome you. treating you so well even though they recognize you as nothing more than just his college apartment roommate who helps fix his laptop and tolerates the boy knowing the kind of womanizer he is. appearing more as a meeting with in-laws when you jake and you are not even official yet, more so they have no idea of what's going between you two.
they try their best to make you feel at home. during the lunch as jake had told them beforehand, his mother had a few sweet dishes prepared for you, coddling you just as jake does back at your unit. they talk to you about casual things including your likes and dislikes, what major you are in, whether jake treats you well, if you have any complaints regarding his behavior. it doesnât feel as awkward as you as thought it would and you didn't have to put on any act as you prepared yourself to do.
in the beginning of your roommate journey, his accent, his voice was the first thing to attract you but slowly as you explored his personality you came to like him for more than just what attracted you to him. now you as you spend time with people closest to him, you understand where he got it all from. the sweet person he is, which you never expected a fuckboy to be, you didnât even have an ounce of hope that heâll acknowledge your presence in the apartment when you got to know about his playing around conduct. yet he turned out to be the sweetest boy youâve ever come around in your life ( and the nastiest perhaps, )
when you are sitting alone with his brother, while jake is away downstairs to bring you something sugary to eat, his brother takes it as a chance to share his thoughts,âyou know until i heard him call you candy a while ago, i was under the impression that 'candyâ,â he quotes it specially with a movement of his fingers,âis supposedly a cheerleader fling of his after i saw the contact name showing up when he got a call the last time he was here,â giving you a sly look as he catches sight of jake approaching,âturns out itâs you, i never knew he is the type to give such sweet, unique petnames,â
before you leave in the evening, jake makes sure to let them know that youâre toegther, and that heâs not playing around this time. heâs willing to give effort into it and change his usual ways of living, to be better for himself and as well as for you.
on your way there you had thought of a lot things, had a lot of assumptions and expectations. even prepared yourself to hear things thatâll stick to you not so positively. but what stays in your mind now is completely unexpected and opposite of what you had internally composed yourself for. itâs all you can think of in the car and after youâre back in the comfort of your familiar apartment.
cheerleader, not a bad ideaâ
âoh my god candy, you're gonna be the death of me!â jake pulls you away, dragging you to the back of the bleachers, his cock already rock hard and throbbing with need.
âdon't you like it? i thought cheerleaders dressed like this,â you pout at him, fiddling with the ends of the literally shortest skirt of your closet.
âi love it baby, but you can't just show up to practice like that, how am i gonna be able to concentrate when all i can think of you is fucking you,â he groans scanning over your figure again and again, it's like you brought out a hidden desire he didn't even know he had. he'd win every game for you if you were to cheer by the stands like this, the adrenaline of getting to ruin your perfect outfit and your perfect makeup after, putting him on a winning streak.
âteach me to suck you off,â jake loses his mind when you get down on your knees, pushing your hair out of the way and looking up at him through your lashes, doe eyes driving him crazy.
âshit baby, i will,â oh he's so going to corrupt you.
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Diaper Discipline Guide
Emma & Henry
My boyfriend of 4 years has always had regressive and sub tendencies while Iâve wanted to talk more control in our relationship. We tried several bdsm activities including smacking and bondage but the occasional nature wasnât really doing it for me.
After finding out more online about Female Led Relationships I came across DD, initially dismissing it. But the more I read, the better and better the idea appealed to me. After some planning I decided to confront my partner and say I wanted to add an element of control and domination into our relationship, by saying I hadnât decided how to do it yet we had a long discussion without diapers being mentioned where he agreed in principle to âlifestyle dominanceâ as long as it could be kept between them and not impact his job, friends, etc.Â
This guide was invaluable to me to plan the rest and it solidified my decision. It took me two weeks to discreetly buy the required supplies, getting them delivered to our apartment on days he was at work. I decided that I wanted a high initial level of DD where heâd be in diapers 24/7 at home.
I decided to start on a Friday night after work. Heâd known that I had been preparing for something and I started the conversation by saying my proposal was weird, reassuring him that it wouldnât be painful/harmful and nobody else would find out but you wanted him to agree to try it for at least 6 weeks.
Although nervous he also seemed excited by the prospect and agreed. We moved to the bedroom where I told him to get undressed before I diapered him for the first time. There was a lot of objections at this stage but I talked him round and the agreement to try it for 6 weeks was helpful.
To make the shock less I started with a medical diaper which wasnât too thick and let him wear his normal pjs over it. I left him to explore it on his own while going to make dinner. After dinner it was time to tell him all the rules, the main one was that the toilet at home was now banned and heâd be in diapers whenever heâs at home. I kept the baby elements to a minimum and said heâs have to also wear out the house sometimes but Iâd make sure nobody could tell and never when heâs at work or with friends/family. Iâm not going to lie and say this didnât involve an argument, especially when he realised that no toilet meant #2 as well but we got through. We ended up watching a movie which was a good way for him to calm down.
He wet his diaper for the first time after the movie which was funny to watch as he was so nervous it was going to leak everywhere. Even though it wasnât too wet I did change him straight away and made his change extra special too. That night he slept in a diaper for the first time.
Over the first weekend he did get more used to wearing and I allowed him to use the toilet for a bm on Saturday. Sunday however I decided to fully enforce the rules and he messed himself for the first time. I didnât change him this time and he took a shower. There was a lot of protests again but I said it was none-negotiable. The smell did seem to be the biggest thing that bothered him so I bought some Devrom tablets which had been recommended, it took a few days for them to arrive and a few more of taking them but now his messy diapers hardly smell and the protests have stopped. Iâd actually recommend you use these from day 1 to make the transition easier.
The first week was tough but we got through it and Iâm happy to say weâre now 7 months in to him being in DD. Over that time Iâve moved to thicker abdl diapers, he wears onesies regularly around the house and the toilet has remained unused by him with only a few exceptions.
We both work mainly from home so Iâve gotten used to checking and changing his diaper but thick diapers + devrom has meant he generally only needs a change after waking up, sometime in the early afternoon and before bed. Iâll also let him change himself if Iâm busy or cba.Â
The best news is after an initial rocky patch, our relationship feels stronger than ever! He proposed to me 5 months in and I canât see his DD ending any time soon. Iâve increased elements overtime and now the toilet is banned even when out of the house together. Public wearing did take him a while to get used to but actually itâs easy.Â
Iâm sure DD is not for everyone and is much more involved and hard work than other lifestyle changes but for creating a caring bond between you and your partner Iâve found it to be great!
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kinktober week 1 â shower / bath adrien ( deliquent oc ) x bttm m reader
That Saturday afternoon glow of light orange and yellows filtered through your curtains and into your room. It was a sign to turn on your light since it was getting dark. As usual, you were hunched over your desk finishing off any work you had from your classes, pen in hand and music blasting through your headphones.
Your music cuts off and out of confusion you pick it up from its position faced down on the table; its Adrien, of course. He's sent you a rather cryptic message of just emojis, no text, just "đ§ââď¸đđĄđđđŚđđđ. You don't have half the mind to decipher it but you do understand that he's most likely heading to your house. Per usual.
You don't bother sending him a reply, you seeing it is enough for Adrien to take that as a yes.
Your parents aren't home tonight, but that's never stopped Adrien from sneaking into your room through your window, even if the front door is free. You hear rattling and that's when you know Adrien has so kindly graced you with his presence. To make things easier for him, you decide to slide the window open and peer down at him.
Just like rapunzel, he's scaling your 'tower' like it's nothing. You sometimes question if Adrien is even human, and how he's acquired knowledge to safely climb your two story home. You notice that he has his gym bag slung over his shoulder and he tilts his head up to you with a grin, "Catch this!" He shouts, throwing his bag up to you and you shakily catch it, placing it down on the floor.
The next second, Adrien is hauling himself into your room and brushing off the dust from his clothes. "The front door is... open you know?" You huff, shaking your head disapprovingly. You glance over at him, and you see beads of sweat dripping down his temples and how his chest rises and falls quicker than usual.
"Are youâ" "I went to training." Right, Adrien trains basically every second day of the week for a sport you never thought to ask about. Basketball? Football? Hockey? You never asked.
"Can I use your shower, prez?" The question comes off too casual; you've never really let any of your friends take a shower in your house let alone come over regularly. But since Adrien is already here, all sweaty and hot, you can't find a reason to say no. "Fine, everything you need is in there," you nod, walking back to sit at your desk.
"You're not gonna show me where it is?" Adrien places a hand on your desk, leaning his weight against his arm as he looks down at you. You just assumed he knew where it was given he's broke into your house multiple times but your assumptions were wrong. You get up and start walking, not bothering to look back to see if Adrien was following. You knew he would.
You reach your bathroom, stepping in so you could show him where everything was. Before you started speaking, you heard the faint click of the door shutting.
"Adrienâ" "How am I supposed to know which knob is hot or cold?" he's so blatantly playing with you. He walks right up to you, only a hair away as he looks down at you. A stupid grin is plastered across his face and his fingers are gripping at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. "I'm all sweaty, prez, I need help washing my back," he sighs dramatically, fanning his face.
You take a moment to just stare. He's glistening in a sheen of sweat, droplets trickling down the curves and dents of his muscles, even his hair is slightly tousled. You keep quiet, unsure of what to say. That grin on his face never seems to lessen; it only grows wider by the second.
You can't even utter out a word before Adrien is pulling off his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Your head instinctively darts to the right, trying to shield your eyes. "What? You act like you've never seen my dick before," he snorts out, tugging at your shirt, "it's been inside you too," he adds, successfully pulling your shirt off. "Oh shut up," you groan, grimacing at the way Adrien says it.
You don't stop him from completely stripping you down before taking off his own boxers, you just have the decency not to stare. He pushed the shower door open and ushered you inside before following you in. His chest his flushed against your back and the feeling of his sweat against your skin made you shiver, "Sorry," he mutters with a small chuckle.
He does know which knob is cold or hot because he immediately turns them to a desirable temperature. It's a little bit cooler than your preference though, but you don't mind it.
Adrien wastes no time in feeling your body, his hands moving straight to your hips like a moth to a flame. "You've been eating good? Not overworking yourself, prez?" He murmurs against your skin, his lips dragging along your shoulders as he clutches your body. "Yeah," your response is quiet and short, almost breathless since Adrien is all up on you at the moment.
His fingers trace the lines of your hip bone to your front, patting the skin where your leg meets your hip, slowly dipping more into your inner thighs to rub that area. His hands are so close. You can feel him spread your flesh, and he slots his cock in the free space. "Adrien," you scold, trying to pry his hands away but Adrien just ends up pushing you against the wall, your palms flat against the glass.
"You've been treating yourself well?" He hums, and you can tell from his tone he's half-mindely asking you these questions just to keep a conversation. He moves his hips back, sliding against the underside of your dick before meeting your hole, rubbing shallowly. "I haven't seen you in a week," from gentle caresses to harsher groping, Adrien's hands are now squeezing your hips.
Adrien nips at your neck, biting gently since he knew how you felt about visible marks, "It's so hard to avoid you" He borderline growls in your ear, pushing up into you. Adrien groans quietly at the feeling of you stretching out around him. His breathing becomes more and more audible as he caresses your torso.
Your small whines are muffled by the sound of water hitting the shower floor and the feeling of the cold glass along your chest gets you squirming. Adrien lifts your hips up a tiny bit, giving your ass a small tap before pushing in fully. Your fingers twitch and clench on the glass, trying desperately to hold onto something before Adrien's own hands meet yours, slotting a finger inbetween the gaps of yours.
"Just want me to hold your hand?" You wanna bite back at him but you lose your voice the moment he pulls out and thrusts back in, forcing a yelp out your throat instead of words. He squeezes the plush flesh of your ass a few times, and his eyes are trained to your hole, watching as it sucked him back in everytime he moved his hips back.
Adrien was getting overly worked up right now and the water didn't help either. Seeing the droplets decorate your spine like clear crystals rolling down the curve of your back made his mind go blank. You really brought that side out of him. He couldn't help but imagine that was his semen painting your back instead.
"Fuck you're too cute," He grunted, squeezing your hand a little tighter. Everytime Adrien pushed his dick in further, you felt the water push into you as well like it was wetting your insides. It was a weird sensation, nothing like lube, but it served to heighten your arousal from the fact that the water made the sound ofbyour skin clapping together alot louder.
It wasn't long before Adrien had moved in a way where he could hit your prostate directly and he knew he found it the moment you let out a strangled cry. Hearing that, Adrien pushed your body more against the glass, pinning you between himself and the wall. Your neglected cock was feverishly rubbing against cold wall with each thrust, smearing your pre-cum all over the glass.
"Does it feel good? Shit, maybe I gotta experiment with temp-play later," Adrien chuckled and you just let out an agitated groan that came out more like a needy whine. "That's where you're weak, isn't it? The underside of your dick?" You hated how he knew these things by now, but he wasn't wrong. Everytime you rubbed along the cold glass your body would jolt away from it and into Adrien which would result in him pushing you back into the wall as he fucked you from behind.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you heave, squirming relentlessly as your dick twitched against the wall. Adrien just let's out a strained chuckle as he grips your hips tighter, pounding into you even faster. He leans his head down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your skin, forgetting about the fact that you would definitely scold him for this afterwards. The feeling of Adrien's chapped lips and sharp teeth piercing through your skin made your vision go white and your ears ring.
Your previously clear shower walls are now splattered with white and your knees buck as Adrien holds you up, forcing you to stand as he orgasms into you. He laughs breathlessly as you ragdoll in his arms like a baby deer who's trying to stand up. "Right, right I'll clean you up baby just relax, and then we'll get out," he chuckles, rubbing soap inbetween his hands before cleaning you off,
"I think I'm gonna dry up like a raisin if I stay here any longer..."
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Tipsy Tricks
Sylus X Reader
Summary: You and Sylus agree to focus on work for a little bit, meaning you don't have time to see each other. That is...until you get a panicked call from the twins saying their boss is drunk and needs someone to cuddle with.
Word Count: 1836
Note: FLUFF - Sylus is drunk, but honestly, I feel like he can handle his alcohol well so he does a bit of acting. It's all just to get your attention and he's a little more clingy. Also, Luke and Kieran my beloveds.
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âMiss, we need your help!â
You blink at the sudden shout that comes through your phone the moment you answer it.
âLuke?â
âPlease Miss! Boss is not acting himself!â
âKieran? Wait- hold on, just-â
âAh! Weâre too late!â
âPlease Miss, come save us!â
You blink again as the call ends just as abruptly.
What the-?
You stare at the now dark screen for a long moment, just trying to process what happened. Itâs late, late enough that youâre already dressed in your pajamas and winding down in bed. The last thing you were expecting was to get such a panicked call from Luke and Kieran.
What were they even talking about? Why do they need saving? Is something wrong with Sylus?
The thought wedges into your chest like a thorn, sharp and uncomfortable. You hadnât heard from the Onychinus leader - your lover - in a few days due to his busy schedule. Neither of you liked it, but you agreed it was best he just focus on work, and youâd do the same to keep yourself occupied.
Getting a call like this only makes your anxiety skyrocket.
You donât even bother wasting the time to change, throwing a coat over your pajamas and snatching your keys as you hurdle out the door.Â
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âMiss!!! Oh youâve come to save us, thank you!â
Luke and Kieran throw the door open before your knuckles even touch it. You jump back, chest heaving from having run all the way from the transport station. They look just as frazzled, well, as frazzled as two men in masks can look.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Is Sylus okay? Why are you guys freaking out?â You shoot out questions quickly, grabbing one of the twins by the shoulders. âYou guys were infuriatingly cryptic over the phone! Seriously, who calls in the middle of the night like that?â
âWeâre sorry,â Luke leans in, trying to rescue his brother from your vicious grip, âWe just didnât know what to do. Boss hardly ever gets like this!â
âHe kept talking about you so we figured you could help us,â Kieran insists, ducking away with the help of his brother.
âOkay, but whatâs wrong? Is he hurt?â You press for more details, concern only growing. âWhat happened to make him act weird?â
âHeâs drunk.â
âŚ
Your jaw shuts with an audible click, going tense as you stare at them incredulously. Seriously? All of this, all of the panic, the urgency, because Sylus got drunk? You take a deep, slow breath, trying to ease the immediate desire to knock their heads together.
âLet me get this straight. Youâre telling me that you called me. In the middle of the night. After I had settled down for bed. Screaming bloody murder over the phone. Because Sylus had too much to drink?â
â...yes.â
âThatâs right.â
You close your eyes. Another deep breath. Slowly, the panic that had washed over you recedes, leaving a sliver of irritation and amusement. You really should expect nothing less from them.
âOkay,â you sigh and prop your hands on your hips. The two seem to relax, like they had actually expected you to smack them. Which you might have, if they hadnât sounded truly distressed earlier. âSo why is this such a bad thing? Sylus is an adult, he can handle being a little drunk, but you two are acting like the world is ending. Why?â
âWell you see-â
âBoss gets incredibly physical when heâs drunk-â
âNot in a violent way-â
âUnless heâs around people he doesnât like.â
âRight.â
You blink slowly at them, â...so?â
âItâs scary!â Kieran crows.
âItâs like having a kodiak bear trying to give you a hug!â Luke adds, curling his fingers in a gesture youâre sure is meant to mimic said bear.
âWe love the boss, but we canât handle him like this.â
âAnd he kept asking for you! So we called.â
Ah.
You take a moment to really process all of it. Sylus is drunk. Sylus is a touchy drunkâŚ
Itâs too good to pass up on
âAlright, boys,â you hum, an excited grin slowly spreading across your lips. You clap both of them gently on the shoulder. âIâll take it from here. You can go hide wherever you usually do.â
âThank you, Miss.â
âWe knew calling you was the right decision. Please take care of our boss.â
âIâll do my best.â
The twins skitter off as soon as you let them go, leaving you alone in the foyer. You quietly slip your coat off, hanging it up properly before making your way further into the base. Not knowing exactly where Sylus could be, you check all the obvious places. The bar. His bedroom. The kitchen. All of which are empty.
Finally you come to the den. Each step makes your heart race a little quicker, the thick silence putting you on edge. A drunk person shouldnât be so hard to find. But as you step into the room, looking over every nook and cranny (despite how large the man in question is), you once again find it empty.
Where on earth could he be?
âMy, my, a kittenâs wandered into my home.â You nearly jump out of your skin when an arm curls around your waist, drawing you back against a solid chest. The familiar warmth of his touch is like a balm to your nerves. You glance over your shoulder, gaze meeting a pair of sleepy vermillion eyes, their depths hazy and dark. âYou broke our agreement, sweetie.â
You bite back a smile, âMaybe I wouldnât have had to if a certain someone hadnât gotten tipsy and scared the boys.â
Sylus huffs, his face dipping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck in an uncharacteristically soft show of affection. His breath is dizzyingly warm against your skin, his nose tracing featherlight along the column of your throat, like heâs breathing you in. It makes you feel dizzy. You clutch onto his arm to anchor yourself, breath hitching when his lips press tenderly against your racing pulse.Â
âIâve missed you.âÂ
The words are a mere whisper, the sound rumbling through his chest, so deep you can feel it with how his body leans into yours. You let out a shuddering breath, eyes flickering shut.
âI missed you too, Sy.â
So much. You didnât want to admit to yourself just how much his absence had been wearing you down. Little by little until you could feel the gaping emptiness, like a stream carving a canyon. You were homesick. And it makes your heart flutter to know he felt the same.
âHow about we sit, huh?â You suggest softly, and his arms tighten. Turning your head, despite the awkward angle, you press a reassuring kiss to his silvery locks, âIâm not going anywhere, love. I canât support your weight much longer, though.â
Seemingly appeased, Sylus lets out an understanding hum. In a puff of black smoke, you find yourself settled on the couch, your back pressed into the soft leather with Sylus laying on top of you, his arms still curled around your waist, head resting on your chest. He nuzzles into you like a cat, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.
Itâs adorable really. And jarring. While Sylus has never shied away from being affectionate, itâs always been in his rough, teasing way. This feels tender. Vulnerable. While you were originally planning to tease him to no end, you find yourself overwhelmed with a gentle kind of adoration for the man, your fingers softly fussing with his hair.
âYou know, I think I like this side of you.â
âHmmm, is that so?â Sylus mumbles sleepily, his eyes barely open as he gazes up at your face.
âYah,â you breathe, tracing the relaxed line of his brow, fingers skimming down his cheek to brush the corner of his lips, âYouâre acting so cute and docile. Maybe I should start calling you kitten.â
Even sleepy Sylus wonât let that stand. The second your fingers graze his lips, he nips at them, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you snatch them back, inhaling sharply. Heat curls in your chest, matching the heat burning behind his gaze as he flashes you that lazy yet dangerous smile.
âDonât mistake my affection for passivity, sweetie,â he rumbles, pushing himself up just enough to graze his lips against yours, the smell of expensive alcohol and his rich cologne clouding your senses. âYou should be more wary of a man when his restraints are loose. Thereâs no telling what he might do once you fall for his trap.â
Ah. You hold back a giggle, eyes narrowing up at him with mirth. So thatâs what this was all about.
âTrap, huh? Is that what this was? Did you get tipsy and scare the twins on purpose so theyâd call me?â
Sylus doesnât look ashamed for even a second, offering a nonchalant shrug. The way his ears go red, though, tells you that youâve hit the nail on the head.
âAw, you did all that just cause you missed me?â Reaching up, you loop your arms around Sylusâ shoulders and draw him even closer. Your lips brush his as you murmur, âYou could have just called, pretty bird.â
âAnd what fun would that be?â Sylus tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips.Â
He wants to kiss you breathless, the sensation of your lips ghosting against his driving his already muddled thoughts wild. The way you look under him, hair a mess, dressed in such cute pajamas, is a perfectly tempting image, but itâs the fact that he canât quite think straight that makes him hold back. While getting drunk was certainly a good way to get you here, it was not conducive to anything else he might want.
And simply having you by his side is enough.
You sigh as Sylus presses a sweet kiss to your lips. Unlike most of your kisses, this one isnât about passion or hunger. Intense, yes, but intense in a way that feels like devotion. Itâs reverent and slow, leaving a lingering hum under your skin as he draws away.
âWill you stay?â
Fondly, you rub your nose against his ever so slightly, âOf course.â
âGood.â
Sylus lowers himself back into you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your arms loop around him, fingers going back to his hair. The silence that envelops you is comforting, the only sound being that of your mingled breath. His warmth covers you so completely, you canât help but relax, eyelids growing heavier with each second that ticks by. Sylusâ breathing steadily grows deeper, lulling you further and further into sleep. Until you slip under, your lips pressed to his temple as you fall asleep.
And thatâs how Luke and Kieran find you the next morning. Cuddled up, with their boss curled around you protectively, like two lounging cats.
You wake up to a notification on your phone.
The picture immediately becomes your new background.
(And secretly, Sylus also makes it his, too.)
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Wingman ainât subtle.
Paring: Gojo Satoru x reader
Note âËâšâĄ : This takes place when Gojo and the rest are students and you are one year senior/older than them
Gojo thinks today is a bad day.
ây/n-senpai apparently only dates guys older than herâ Shoko says she sucks the drink from the straw. As much as sheâd like to be smoking, it wasnât allowed on campus.
The lollipop in Gojoâs mouth falls to the ground which makes Geto snort.
âSucks to you Satoru.â He comments. âIf only you were born a year or two before youâd have a chance.â
Gojo winches as he looks over to Shoko with eyes pleading that she was lying âFor real?â
âYeah.â Shoko and you shared being gifted with Reverse Cursed Technique so theyâd spend a lot of time training together so the two were close.
Ever since he learned that fact, Gojo had Shoko be his wing man on learning to be and also learn about your type. She was hesitant at fist but oh boy! Gojo was so hopelessly in love with you she kinda felt bad. Shoko adds. âShe thinks older guy make her feel protected.â
Gojo huffs, his stomach churns with jealousy. âIâm literally the strongestâŚâ who else would you need to feel protected?
To add on the fact that learning about him having no chance with you because of the year he was born â âSatoru was spawn killed.â Geto would addâ he and his classmates had forgotten to put up a veil during a mission which triggered Yagaâs, their teacher in charge, wrath.
Yaga takes in a deep breathâHow many times do I have to tell you to put up a veil ?!â
Gojo really couldnât careless as his teacher yaps away and probably neither did both of his two friends. He could see Geto nod at times as if acting like he was taking Yagaâs word to heart and with Shoko dozing off with her eyes open.
He does his best to fight back a yawn as something suddenly grabs his attention. You. His eyes trail to you ,who was a year senior to him, walking along the hallway, revealed by the long strip of windows between the classroom and hall. Gojo thinks youâre the loveliest piece of existence in the planet as you gently tug a piece of hair behind as you talk with Utahime.
Feeling a piercing gaze â or maybe it was Yagaâs shoutsâ you look over inside the class as meet your eyes with beautiful vibrant blue ones of your junior, Gojo Satoruâs.
When you give him a smile and a small wave, you werenât expecting him to straight up beam at your direction and full on wave as if a kid would wave at an airplane passing by.
Of course this angered Yaga further as a nerve pops on his forehead and hands clenched. âPay attention, Satoru!â He swings his fist at the boy.
The impact of his teacherâs fist on him sends him flying. If he werenât such a good student he would have actually used his limitless to block such hits but alasâ it may not look like it but he was. âSenseiâ! Hitting your students should be against the law.â
He sees Geto sent him an amused smirk and Shoko,who finally woke up, trying to figure out what was happening and to his horror, you were giggling at him. Not many things can make Gojo feel embarrassed but his crush laughing at him when he got hit was one of it.
Yup-! Thatâs exactly what he needed; his crushing laughing as he gets beat up and lectured by his teacher. His day was going fan-tas-tic!
The day goes on with with the remaining classes. Evening classes were usually training so Shoko was in infirmary with Gojo and Geto on the training grounds but one thing bother Gojo was that the âhitâ from Yaga earlier did leave an impact. The back of his head a aching and even made him jump when Geto applied the slightest bit of pressure.
Call him dramatic but he didnât want the ache to go on further so there he was on his way to the infirmary. He really needed Shoko to patch him up.
He slides the door open as he starts to complain. âShoko heal me up. Yagaâs hit really did some damage on meâ
âYouâre hurt?â
Hearing a voice which wasnât Shokoâs and with almost a magic like ability to make his heart race grabbed his attention. He turns to see you who was near the storage cabinet as if you were arranging something.
âI- uhhâŚâ Suddenly his throat constricted and he couldnât speak. His face heats up as you tilt your head waiting for an answer as he clears his throat. âJust a bit, y/n.â
âShoko is out though. She got called to assist in a mission. â You smile as you sit on a near by chair, pulling another chair beside.
You smile at him as you pat the chair beside yours indicating him to sit down there which makes him tense up slightly but he does as told. âAlso you should be calling me âsenpaiâ. Utahime-senpai was complaining that youth these days have no manner.â
You laugh. âNow tell me where youâre hurt.â
He sits beside you as he tilts his head and points at his sore spot. âHere.â
Gojo watches you raise your hand and inspect his heat, the places where your fingers grazes heats up which makes him gulp deeply. You laugh as you see a swelling on his head. âWow- Sensei really did hit you hardâŚâ
The white haired boy relaxes as he he feels the calming sensation on his head which means you were using your technique of healing him. âDoes age really matter that much?â
You hum as if thinking through your answer. âOf course. Even a year older means youâve been in this world for a year longer. That in itself is commendable enough.â
âI heard from Shoko that you like guys olderâŚâ Gojo says no longer trying to contain the jealousy in his voice. âIs it because of the same reason?â
Gojo watches your eyes widen and blink in confusion; he thinks any expression you make is so so adorable. You then proceed to giggle. âJust because I dated people who are older than me doesnât mean I have a type.â
Damn that Shoko probably messed around with her wording. Gojo curses as the girl made it seem you would only date guys older than her.
âFor exampleâŚâ You hum as you bring your finger up to your lips. âRight now I like a guy who is younger than me who never respects his elder.â
Hearing her words, every restrain in his body breaks free and Gojo stands up from his seat ; before he knows it his lips are on yours. He hold your face in place, cupping both side of his cheeks.
Gojo kisses you. Your lips are softer than he imagined it to be and when you let out a small moan he deepens it, stronger and desperate as if trying to memorize every inch of you.
He brings one of his hands to the back of your head, as he runs his hands through your hair. His lips keep moving as if he had lost his mind; deep and urgent as if he couldnât waste a single second.
Out of breath, he pulls away and looks at you who was breathing heavily and lips slightly plump from his desperate tugs and bites. He watches the same lips curl into a smile as you give him a teasing smile. âAlso tell Shoko to quit being your wing man,Satoru. She isnât quite subtle about it.â
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i was wondering if you could write some dad!logan with a reader whos lauras teacher and maybe laura talks to him about her teacher. thank you!!!!
dad!logan x teacher!reader
laura was a bright student; one of the brightest in the entire class but there was a small behavioral issue. the young girl would often beat up any student who stole her supplies or made her angry. one of the only people who could calm her down was you; her favorite teacher.
"how was school, kid?" logan asked laura when she walked into the house.
"fine," she answered.
"no more fightin'?" he arched a stern brow at the girl who had been sent home with notes regarding her classroom behavior.
"no." laura glares then explains how you have helped her control her anger.
this wasn't the first time laura had rambled on about you. the young girl's eyes lit up as she told her dad about the pretty young teacher and everything she taught her that day. logan had never met you, the closest being the letters laura brought home to him, on colorful decorative stationery and the one time he saw you through the classroom window when he dropped laura off.
logan thought you were gorgeous even with stray pencils hold up your hair and marker stains on your palms. too pretty to give a man like him the time of day. laura compared you to someone out of a fairytale book.
you seemed to be a good influence on laura so logan had no concerns or complaints. his daughter would often emphasize that there was no ring on your finger either. logan didn't bother entertaining the idea of laura setting him up with her twenty-something year old teacher. instead, he stuck to listening to all of her stories about you and your class.
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every saturday morning, you stuck to the same routine; go to your favorite coffee shop and work on next weeks lesson plan then head to the grocery store. it wasn't much but it kept you busy.
as you stroll through the aisles and check items off of your list, a pair of small feet some running your way. a man is heard angrily calling after the child clinging to you.
"hello, sweet girl!" you smile down at laura. "what are you doing here this early?"
before she could answer, a tall older gentlemen approach's you and a swarm of butterflies threaten to fall loose from your mouth. was this laura's father? this -to put it simply- hot man dressed in jeans and a flannel.
logan's mouth opened to scold his daughter but you stop him.
"you must be, mr. howlett?"
your smile was deadly, logan thought to himself. he couldn't stop staring at your soft features. logan had never been left this speechless, all he could do was nod.
luckily for both of you, laura did all the introducing. you tell him how amazing of a kid she is and all the accomplishments she's reached in your classroom. logan was only half listening, a bit too occupied with the way your lips moved as you spoke. he finally managed to spit out a 'thank you' for helping laura.
the young girl wasn't stupid, even she could see that something was happening between the two of you. if she had it her way, you would be coming over to join them for dinner. logan promised her hamburgers tonight.
"well, i should let the two of you continue your shopping." you say politely, not wanting your gawking at her father become anymore noticeable. "see you on monday, laura."
you barely moved three steps before you heard a shuffle and logan stopped you. unbeknownst to you, laura gave him a swift kick in the leg. she wasn't going to let him blow this for her.
"y-you should join us for dinner sometime." he stutters. what happened to the smooth ladies man he once was? had age really caught up to him already?
you hesitate to answer. of course you wanted to. it's been so long since a kind, attractive man has asked you to dinner but this would definitely come off as unprofessional.
"as a thank you." he adds, hoping that will help swayed you.
the moment you look down at laura's wide smile, awaiting your answer; you knew you would cave.
"I would love to."
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"Stop the wedding!!"
So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)
All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.
"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!
"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?" "Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.
"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.
"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"
"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added. "White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.
"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.
"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"
"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.
"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it." "And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"
"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.
"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.
"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.
"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.
"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.
"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?" "You haven't finished, Ace?!"
And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.
"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.
"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest." Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!
Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.
And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could. "Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"
The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!
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"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)
Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."
"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well." "Well, brother said that-" "N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.
"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert. "No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!" "Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"
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Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"
The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.
Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)
"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.
Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.
Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :( And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.
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too pretty to think.
when art started to slip, it almost felt like falling asleepâŚ
a. donaldson x reader
word count: 2,216
contents: dumbification, body worship, face sitting, multiple orgasms, cuming untouched, brief mommy kink, subspace, nicknames and pet names, this is freak nasty.
Xx
The first timeÂ
You and Art have been going steady for 6 months and you loved every second of it. the two of you mostly hung out at your place, it's a tad cleaner than his dorm and he never bothered with things like decorations. It was a haven for the both of you. So when your Blackberry buzzed with a message asking,
âr u home?âÂ
It was hardly out of the ordinary.
âyeah. just changed clothesâ
âcan i come over?â
âof courseâ
Donaldson is a man who never knows when to quit. Let's rephrase: Heâll only quit when instructed to.Â
He treats his body like a machine. He eats what his nutritionist tells him to, he pushes his body to the limit, and he rarely turns in a paper late.Â
When you opened your front door your boyfriend was in chaotic ruins. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were stained. He stared at the floor with his calloused hands in his pockets.
âOh my gosh, what happened?? Whatâs wrong?â
Your tone had urgency as you ushered him inside. Once the door is closed he pulls you in for a hug. You donât dare speak, just hug back. Heâll tell you when heâs ready.Â
Itâs obvious heâs trying to hold himself together, but stroking his back caused him to break.
âAw, baby,âÂ
You sway him from side to side.Â
âShh, itâs ok. Iâm here.â
After a few minutes, Art regained control of his breathing. You put him at arm's lengthâyour voice just above a whisper.Â
âWould you like to come lay down with me? We donât have to talk about it if you don't want to, let's just get you comfortable.â
Art sniffles and nods his headâyour poor baby.Â
You held his hand and led the way to your room. You sat on your bed with your back against the wall so he could lay between your legs. He often takes this position when you guys are watching movies so it will add a level of comfort for him.Â
Art takes some deep breaths as you run your nails through his hair.Â
âWe got a new coach and he- heâs so intense. I donât know. Iâve been berated by coaches since I was 13. Why the hell is this one affecting me differently?âÂ
You twist one of his curls in your fingers.Â
âEverything's just so much right now. Schoolwork, post-graduation plans, sponsorships⌠There's so much going on all the time. I- I canât do it.âÂ
Your heart broke for him.Â
âIâm so sorry, Artie. I wish I could take it all away from you.â
You rubbed his arms and back for who knows how long. It could have been hours. You didnât care. Youâd cancel your week's agenda if thatâs what he needed. You werenât getting up until he felt better.Â
You analyzed his words.
âItâs not that youâre unable to make decisions, and itâs not that you make bad decisions. Itâs just that decisions are constant unrelenting work⌠is that an accurate assessment?â
He nodded and sighed into your shirt like you were the one person in the world who understood him.Â
â...And a good boy like you should never have to work.âÂ
Art froze.Â
Well, thatâs new.Â
You decided to test the waters further and put on your most sultry voice.Â
âDonât worry baby, Iâll think for you.âÂ
He let out a sound that can only be described as a mewl. His body curled into a semi-circle.Â
You swept some hair out of his eyes, they seemed to get droopier.
I don't know what exactly is transpiring heâs responding to it.
âLet your thoughts go. You donât need them.âÂ
Eyes are fully closed now.
âCan you unclench your jaw for me? Thatâs it.â
He does as he's told, falling deeper into whatever hollow you're creating. He bites back a smile but his blush is evident. So easy to get him to blush. One of his cutest attributes.
Next step is Moving your handsome boy to lay on his stomach so you can rub his shoulders. You hear him sigh while the tension is worked out of his muscles and watch him relax under your hands.Â
Walking him through some deep breaths while you place dozens of soft, light kisses on his neck.Â
You want to make him understand what a privilege it is to have him.
Rubbing his thighs and calves, slowly melting away the stress of the day. Kisses on the backs of his knees while he laughs and tells you to stop that and that it tickles.
Helping him turn over to lie on his back and climbing carefully on top to straddle him.
You toy with the hem of his shirt.Â
âCan I take this off?â
He looks up at you. mouth open and nods.Â
It causes you to giggle.Â
âThank you.âÂ
Once thatâs out of the way your hands wander up to his chest while trailing more impossibly light kisses down his Adam's apple. Massaging his chest, squeezing and grabbing and just feeling his skin.Â
Kissing his collarbones, trailing your tongue along the dip where they meet under his neck. Slowly working that boy up with teasing touches that only get more and more unbearable.
Slowly returning to his lips to kiss him again while you reach down to trail your fingertips over his cock. He pants and whines so sweetly into your mouth while you play with his cock. You're not even trying to make him cum-- not yet.Â
I could do this all day.Â
Letting him drift in a fuzzy-headed space while you work your fingers soft and slow over his pants. Doesn't need to worry about anything but your hands on his body. You're right here to keep him safe and make him feel good.
âThere's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn mindless.âÂ
Art whined and bucked his hips up to meet your hand.
âI need to be in you so bad. Please.â
Who are you to refuse him?
âDon't worry baby, Iâll give you what you want.âÂ
You slid off him and he reached for you, like he couldnât stand you being an inch away for any amount of time. You chuckled and took off your bottoms and underwear, he copied.Â
You hopped back on top of him, which made him break out into a smile. His girl was about to take care of him.Â
You grabbed his cock and started stroking him.Â
âI donât know if Iâm wet enough, Artie.â
âSitonmyface.â He begged all in one breath.Â
You bit your lip so as not to laugh at him. It wasnât in a mean way, no no! He was just so excited about it. Itâs adorable and flattering all at the same time.
âAre you sure? Weâve never done that before.â
We havenât done a lot of this before.Â
He shamelessly nodded. Grabbing your waist with both hands and shifting your body up before you could protest.Â
âI donât want to crush you.â
At this point, he was panting. A dog seconds away from getting a treat.Â
âYou wonât.âÂ
Art has eaten you out before, and itâs been wonderful. But this? This is a new kind of ecstasy.Â
His tongue reaches new trenches.Â
And that fucking nose. It bumped your clit every time. You were gasping and making noises you didnât know were possible. His mouth is memorizing your folds. He's getting off on your arousal. His tip is red and hurting, but can barely care when a taste crafted just for him is on his lips.Â
âShit. Just like that.âÂ
Your thighs trapped his face, your breath hitched with every thrust, and your walls clenched around his tongue.Â
âOh god, oh god,âÂ
Truthfully, Art didn't know which of you came first.Â
The only thing he knew was your body.Â
You shuffled down and kissed all over his face which was covered in your release.Â
âYou made mommy feel so good.â
He smiled up at you. He was so proud that he could do that for you. Like it was his purpose in life. And oh did he love that nickname. It made him feel all soft, like when you recall a fond memory.Â
âDo you want Mommy to sit on your cock?âÂ
He whimpered and nodded.Â
You lined yourself up with him and sank. It was so easy due to both of your juices, you had to concentrate on lowering slowly so he didnât bottom out too fast.Â
The two of you moaned in unison. It was almost tantric. Even though the focus here is on Art, itâs impossible not to feel the same pleasure. It wasnât just your sexualities that were aligned but your souls. The love you felt for each other was palpable.Â
It didnât take long for him to bottom out. But it wasnât enough. You ground your hips into him, causing his voice to raise an octave.Â
âOh fuck. Hnnn! Fuck, feels so good, please.â
He was babbling nonsense, unable to create cohesive thoughts or keep any sounds in.Â
You remove his hands clutching the sheets and replace them with your own. To bring him back to earth.Â
When he couldnât get enough he bucked his hips up into yours. Moving aimlessly, mindlessly. You held his hips down to the mattress and bounced on his dick. The sounds of his cock hitting your weeping entrance were insanely beautiful and sinful to listen to.Â
âSuch a good boy.âÂ
His dick jumped inside of you at that. Seemingly of its own volition.Â
You shifted to pepper kisses on his jawline. The new position forced his cock to rub all kinds of new places. You nearly collapsed onto him from the shock. Heavy exhales leave your mouth. Your pussy suffocates his cock.Â
âMy good boy. Just a dumb little thing for me to use isn't that right.â
Art came on the spot. No warning. His skin flushed and curls were damp on his forehead. Words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more.Â
You rode him until it was clear he'd finished.Â
âDid you cum for me, baby?â
âYes. I'm sorry I shouldâve said something I couldn't help it. Felt too good, I didnât -â
âShh sweetheart, you did nothing wrong. You can cum in me as many times as you like. That's what Iâm here for. Thatâs what this,â you clenched around him, âis for.âÂ
âFuck.â his breath quivering. He arched his back, sensitive little thing.Â
âI love it when you spill yourself into me. itâs so warm in here now.âÂ
You placed his hand on your lower stomach, your womb.Â
âCan we go again please?â
âAre you sure? I don't want to push you.â
He shuffled so you were both sitting up. causing you to gasp. His erection never left, and itâs ever so prevalent right now.Â
âPlease! Wanna keep myself buried here forever.âÂ
It was hard to remain the level-headed one after hearing that.Â
âYou make me so wet when you say that, Artie.âÂ
There's drool coming from his mouth as he watches you talk. Nothing behind those eyes.
âSo wet and needy.âÂ
You soften your voice, and when you talk itâs into his mouth.Â
âYou gonna let me take you again?â
He groaned and nodded, then ferociously kissed you. He wrapped his strong arms around your torso and immediately disliked how much fabric was between the two of you. He ripped your t-shirt and sports bra off in nearly one motion. Sighing when he felt skin on skin.
âIâm going to play with you until there's nothing in that head except my name.â
And you did. You fucked him till his brain turned to mush. Till it felt so good he thought he was going crazy, till he couldnât even hear how loud he was being. Just blissed out being pulled back into your cunt.Â
What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like him.Â
You let him stay like that, floaty and sweet until he fell asleep to whispered praises.Â
âMy good boy. You did such a good job for me.â
A kiss to his forehead.Â
âYou know I love you so much.â
Tucked under the covers.
âSo good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and I'm all yours.â
You raked your nails along his back.
âRelax, It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.â
You moved off the bed which concerned Art.Â
âAre you leaving?âÂ
He looked like he could cry. You cradled his face.Â
âNo baby boy, of course not. Iâm only getting you some water. Iâll be right backâÂ
You spoke to him like a child bedridden with a cold. It was clear the comedown was something intense and never experienced before. He needed you next to him right now.
âAlright lovely, I know youâre tired but have a few drinks of this for me.â
You guided the water bottle into his mouth till you were satisfied with the amount he got in his system.Â
âRest now. Iâll cuddle you.âÂ
The blonde fell asleep immediately in your embrace and you hoped it wouldn't be the last time you took his thoughts away.
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