#but nobody wants to fucking admit either of these things and it makes me want to explode

[toothfa-1-ry]

YOU STILL LIKE IT THOUGH

GENRE: Fluff, crack fic ish?

PAIRING: Choi su-bong/thanos x preg!fem!reader

FEAT: Nam gyu as the supportive bestie (that he never rlly was)

A/N: this fic i based of a request from anon !! Tbh i changed ALOT of the request (haha- sorry 😞) because I felt like it was a little repetitive and idk i just can't write rlly emotional scenes with Thanos for some reason (??) ALSO I feel like there are parts where Thanos seems ooc? Idk.. i wrote this instead of studying in the span of 30 mins

"Whoo!" You hear Thanos shout on the top of his voice while he high fives nam gyu as they both jump up and down as if they were children in elementary school after winning a play ground game

You manage your groan, suppressing it while you stare at them from afar, of course that crazy fucker managed to pass through the first game.

You hated to admit it, but a part of you was relieved,

You always had a thing for psycho guys, and your ex boyfriend? The one with the brightly dyed hair who was now doing some weird dance seemed to proudly embody every part of that sentiment.

You carefully watch from afar, not wanting to catch his eyes, your hand unknowingly lay over your stomach while you move uncomfortably in the bunk bed

Fuck, your feeling dizzy all over again

You hear a thud against your bed post, you look up slowly, your eyes slightly squinting to see the purple haired boy with a usual frown on his face

"Hey" his eyebrows raise "are you okay"

"I thought I told you to get lost earlier"

Your mood swings weren't really helping either

"Geez woman" thanos tchs but sits beside you in your bed anyways "im just trying to help" grumbling under his breath but the cautious expression in his face saied otherwise

"I came here to brag about how amazing i usually am but seeing you like this is just killing the vibe yknow"

he makes a hand gesture in the air, leaning face closer in an attempt to make you smile which does not go wasted as the smile you tried to supress escaped your face

"Fuck off you loser" your still kneeling, your hands over your knees and your face hiding behind your knees but he hears the smile in your voice anyways.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was relieved

He always had a thing for girls with pretty voices and you? The girl right next to him had to have one of the prettiest voices he had ever heard. Ofcourse who would better know than a rapper like himself?

"I thought I told you to stick close to me, instead you leech to that crazy old man" thanos says as he points towards gi hun who sat far away in the opposite side

You immediately slap his hand, causing him to wince while retracing it back, rubbing it softly

"How many times will I tell you! You shouldn't point your hands at strangers especially to people who are older" you scold him rather loudly causing him to wince even more

"Agh" thanos ruffles his neon hair while complaining "why don't you shout louder so that everyone will hear and laugh at me?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes upon his childish manners, he really didn't change

Thanos suddenly bangs the top of the bunk with a loud sound, taking you by shock

"Oi" his voice loud and almost threatening "nam gyu" calling out the man above the bed

Immediately your taken by shock once more when a man's head pops upside down, with black oily hair falling all over his face from above the bed

"Yes Thanos?" Nam gyu quickly inquired while sparing you a quick glance which didn't go unnoticed by the scowling man next to you

"Did you hear her telling me off?" He points at nam gyu before quickly adding "careful, there's only one correct answer"

Nam gyu pauses and thinks which seems to be the wrong thing to do as it just annoys Thanos

"Whats wrong with you, tell me quickly!"

"N-no! Not at all! Infact nobody heard anything!" Nam gyu quickly says, obviously lying but this seemed to please Thanos who now held a haughty face

Wow, this is was supposedly the father of your unborn child. Shame you and your taste in weird guys

Before Thanos could open his mouth to say something, a group of pink guards enter the room with large containers

Straight away you freeze up, shrinking behind the bed while your heart hammered, fear spread across your face

Noticing your expression on your face, instinctively Thanos covers you with his back, shielding you with his arms which covered your sides while his expression, though you could not see was filled with wariness

The pink guards open the large containers they were carrying as everyone watched quietly, scared as they were unsure of what to expect, you included

The pink guard with the white circle lifts up a piece of bread and milk "lunch time" announcing in the same robotic voice like all the other guards

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as your shoulders relax, unlike you Thanos still shields you, covering your face with his back

You hit him with a thud on the back of his head

"What the hell man" thanos turns around, his eyes glaring at you

"Stop trying to act like a hero you shameless prick" you frown even though his actions did leave you with a warm feeling in your heart

"Your acting so protective after all the stunt you pulled before we broke up" you continue "seeing you act all so protective is just pissing me off even more"

Thanos throws his head back, groaning "give me a break woman. You know I was going through a hard time"

"Bullshit" your fold your arms, as if it was act to protect yourself, and the unborn baby in your stomach.

The poor thing was only 2 months old

The both of you hear nam gyu cough from above the bed, forgetting that he was there in the first place

Again Thanos bangs the top of the bunk, causing you to give him a look

"Stop doing that" you scold him

"doing what?" Thanos raises his eyebrow before banging the top of the bunk again while sticking his tongue at you

Nam gyu pops back down again, upside down, the sight would have been hilarious only if you weren't experiencing the pain in your stomach and the sight of the man sitting beside you

"Go get lunch for me and my girl" thanos tilts his head towards you while avoiding your eyecontact while you tell yourself not to think about the fact that he still referred to you as 'his girl'

"go fast what are you still doing here" thanks reprimanded nam gyu

Nam gyu awkwardly stood unsure of what to say "but it's just one bread and one milk per person"

"Then give her yours" thanos said simply "and go steal someone's lunch for me"

"Then what about for me?" Nam gyu asked dumbfounded which caused Thanos to pause and think for a while

"That's not my fucking problem man- now go" he pushes him away, leaving you with a heavy sigh

"I don't want to eat"

"Don't talk bullshit" thanos eyes you "you think i'm gonna let you starve? I never did, and i wont be starting now"

Again with the whole protective boyfriend act, fuck, why did it make your heart race a little?

"Your still such an asshole, you didnt change a bit" you huffed as you leaned behind, resting your back against the wall

"Well you changed" thanos says which quirks your curiosity

"How so?'

"I don't know" he shrugs "something is different. Something happened, i can't exactly ppint my fi ger at it though"

Your eyes dart away from his while your breathing started to fasten slightly

"Oh yea? How so?" You ask, your voice slightly higher than it was which Thanos picks up immediately

"Ohoho" he grins "did I get it right? Did you get something done?" He glances you up and down which leads you to hitting him

"Ow- i was just joking, you still take everything so seriously" he grumbled holding your hand from hitting him "I wish that part had changed'

Your other hand comes swinging which he again grabs softly

"jokingg" he says in a sing song voice before letting both your arms go leaving you with a scowl and him with a satisfied smirk in his face

"Asshole" you mutter which stretches his smirk even more

"You still like it though"

You almost swear you heard a hint of vulnerability in his tone, prompting you to glance at him quickly just to catch him already looking at you

"So? Aren't you gonna ask me what has changed?" You ask slowly, in your head trying to process whether your doing the right thing or not,

You first found out you were pregnant with your baby right after you and Thanos broke up.

The following days, whenever you went to pay him a visit, he was always missing, causing you to believe maybe it was better for him not to know. And then you suddenly meet him for the first time after your breakup during the squid games

The timing was almost comical

"Why?" Thanos continued still with an amused face "you still seem the same on the inside"

Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, slowly tracing along it from above the green track jacket which everyone wore

"Don't tell me your sick or something" thanos asks with his voice slightly raised as he notices your action "fuck are you?"

His eyes slightly widens as he frowns "hey" he snaps his finger upon your zoning out "are you sick?"

"Hm?" You ask confused

"What the fuck" he swears under his breath with a anxious expression on his face while his hand runs through his finger "is that why your here? To win some money for your treatment?"

"Su Bong its not like that-" All your attempts of correcting him seemed to be futile as he sweared loudly, getting out of the bed

"Shit shit shit!" He grabs his head while he paced around the floor, a sight you had seen a few times over the span of your relationship

"ofcourse that's why your here, you would only be here for a sensible reason"

"Oh, su bong" you attempt to appeal to him, reaching your hand out, pulling his closer towards you while he hands were still over his head, eyes lowered

"Fuck baby I'm so sorry" he breathed out "shit i never should have left, i thought" he paused "I thought I'd win some money and get you back, give you the life you really deserve but"

You watch his dazed expression while he rambled, you bit you underlip, hesitant of whether to tell him the truth still

"Fuck, i didn't even know that, i didn't even know you were sick-"

Before he could continue again you grab his face , forcing him to look at your face

"I'm not sick, that's not why im here"

Thanos breathed heavily, everything felt so real suddenly, he felt his cross necklace strapped around his neck, his fingers itching to pop a pill in his mouth to sooth his nerves

"I'm not sick" you shake your head as you lean your forehead against his "su-bong"

You can still feel his strained breaths and darting eyes

"I'm pregnant"

And it all stopped,

You held your breath, afraid of what would happen if you let go, your could heart your heartbeat from your ears, feel the realisation setting inside thanos,

You were scared. Scared of how he would react

He breaks away first, slowly and gently. Staring at you with no expression in his face,

"And it's yours" you rapidly feel the need to add, taken back by his silence which didn't not suit him "and i know having a kid was never in your plan, and i know things are over between us but-"

Your body is wrapped by his arms and his face nestles in your neck, pulling your deeper in his embrace

"Holy shit" thanos whispers in your ear, you can hear the giddiness radiating off his voice "im a dad"

"Yea you are" you laugh a little as you say "your a dad"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I never got the chance to"

Thanos furrows his eyebrows but doesn't press any more "will you let me be our baby's dad?" He ask

"You know I grew up without a dad, this kid doesn't deserve that" he pokes your stomach with a soft grin which looked slightly odd against his eccentric features "I wanna be in this kids life"

You nodd softly, hearing his words

"And yours too" thanos looks up to you, grinning while he winked at you "senorita"

"You corny bastard" you laugh shaking your head

"You still like it though"

You nodd your head, with tenderness in your eyes and voice

"I do"

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"Thanos!" Nam gyu came running with 3 pieces of sweet bread and 3 packets of milk "I got it! Do you know how much trouble i went to get all these-"

"Give it here " thanos grabbed all the bread and milk away "why did you take so long anyways"

Nam gyu held his hands as he pouted "I mean- i had to fight like 2 guys for bread and milk for us-"

Thanos brushed him off as he opened all the packets of bread and poked in the straw of all the milk packets

"Uhm thanos" nam gyu apprehensively called out "What are you doing?"

Thanos hands you all the bread and urges you to eat while he holds the packets of milk in his hand, ready to feed you

Thanos gestures towards you who was sitting in the bed, now wrapped in not only your jacket but his aswell "can't you see the lady is pregnant"

Nam gyu scratched his head "pregnant? With who?"

Thanos shakes his head, exaggerating his actions "dumb ass, she's pregnant with my baby ofcourse" he announced like it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Holy shit!" Nam gyu gaped his hand covering his mouth as he stares at you while you sheepishly smile at him

Thanos let out a small laugh which then slowly grew louder

"What? Why are you surprised? Ofcourse i succeeded in my first try- fuck" he kneels down in pain after being striked by you in the stomach

Nam gyu pulls a face in behalf of Thanos as he pats his back sympathetically while he whispers to you

"Don't worry. I know it probably wasnt his first try or anything- ow" nam gyu kneels on the ground after being hit in the stomach by thanos

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"What... what are you guys doing?" You question as you approach Thanos and nam gyu who were huddled up in a corner, in a long rather quiet conversation which seemed like an unusual activity for both of them to part take in

Both in the 'discussion' and 'quiet' part

Thanos loops his arm around your with a proud smirk on his face while urging nam gyu to announce what they were discussing

Nam gyu nodds eagerly as gets up in his two feet quickly, standing straight and tall with a loud and confident voice "we have decided the perfect name for the baby !!"

You see thanos's broad smile and nam gyu's confident voice, uneasiness settling in your stomach for whatever name they picked out

"These is the name that Thanos and i have personally given a lot of thought for and chosen after much contemplation !!"

Thanos nodded his head with a content expression while he winked at you, assuring that you'll like it

"Ahem" nam gyu clears his throat "before I announce the name that we have chosen, i would like to give recognition to the name we almost chose aswell !!"

Thanos immediately began clapping his hand loudly "waaah, I never knew you could speak so well "

This comment made nam gyu's chest fill swell with pride as he puffs out his chest a little

"I shall now, announce the first runners up, the name that almost was given to the new born baby"

nam gyu pauses which prompts Thanos to make the sound of drum rolls

"Nebula" nam gyu announces as he and thanos clap loudly.

Seeing your still figure both men urge you to claps aswell

"Nebula?" You mutter under your breath "where have i heard that name before?"

"And now, the name that has been selected over numerous selection test and discussion, the name of the baby is" nam gyu points at your stomach

"Gamora"

Thanos whoops loudly, both nam gyu and him clapping their hands in the air while you stand off handedly as it hits you

"Your naming our child after the daughter of the purple alien monster from a superhero movie?!"

[orcboxer]

Okay let me try this one again. The Trolley Problem sets up a scenario that sucks to be in. You either kill one guy, or you kill five guys. Nobody likes these options. We all don't want this be happening. That's kind of the point. It's a moral quandary. It's supposed to feel bad.

Now, according to a recent post floating around on tumblr, choosing either of the two options demonstrates "learned helplessness" and makes you a neolib sheep. The only correct answer, the post states, is to reject the question altogether. (Or to change the parameters of the question to include an option that saves everyone, thus eliminating the moral quandary.)

It sounds nice, doesn't it? Fuck this bad situation, we control our imaginations, so let's imagine a situation that doesn't suck. Hah! Bet you didn't think of that!

Here's the problem. Even though I think most situations generally have at least one solution that is both Feasible and Not Terrible, I have to admit that there are some situations (as in, not zero of them) where all the feasible options are unpleasant. This is a natural consequence of living in a world where A Lot Of Things Suck.

But if shitty situations do exist, even if it's super super rare, then it's not unreasonable to ask, "How should we make decisions when we find ourselves in a shitty situation?"

This is the beginning premise of the Trolley Problem. It says, "Hey what if you were in an unambiguously shitty situation? There are many shitty situations, so let's imagine one that is contrived enough to get everyone on the same page regardless of political affiliation, AND really emphasizes the key parts that I want to discuss."

Tumblr says "let me stop you right there. What if instead...we imagined a different scenario that wasn't as shitty?"

Well, okay, but then we're not talking about the same thing anymore. That doesn't actually count as an answer to the problem, you're just changing the subject to a completely different thing.

Tumblr goes on to say, "Exactly. That's the only thing you should ever do when confronted with an ethical quandary. Frankly the fact that you are willing to even consider a scenario that sucks suggests that you are fundamentally incapable of considering less shitty scenarios."

I just want to say I think that's bullshit. I don't think every problem is a trolley problem, but I do think that some problems are a trolley problem. And I think that those problems are worth discussing, even though they don't feel good. The trolley problem exists as a framework to discuss those problems.

Maybe our aversion to difficult decisions has an impact on our ethical reasoning, and maybe we should actually question how our ethical standards hold up under the weight of that aversion. So maybe moral quandaries like the trolley problem are worth discussing. And if you don't want to engage with the quandary, then don't - you don't have to concoct a whole essay about how the quandary is inherently morally bad.

It's possible that what you really want to say is that it sucks when people treat certain situations as trolley problems, when those specific situations actually do contain unambiguously feasible and unambiguously perfect solutions. I would agree with that.

But like. Let's not pretend that you can reduce all of ethics down to unchallenging black and white moralism.

[feyascorner]

Okay perhaps this sounds odd but imagine Astarion starts to disassociate while intimate with Tav and so he uses their established safe word, only to be bewildered when Tav actually listens to him and stops and asks if he’s okay and tries to comfort him because nobody has cared that much before 😢

OH GODS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME (i love it) warning for suggestive content :)

For as long as Astarion's been genuinely intimate with you, for no other reasons but simply because of the affection the two of you hold for one another, he has always been in control.

It soothes him, in a way, to be on top. And as much as he enjoys watching you come undone beneath him, there's a more frustrating reason behind why he always feels the need to be the one to push you down onto whatever surface he deems decent enough at the time. From above you, he can see every little twitch in your body, every shift in your expression, and most of all, he can control what's happening, unlike his centuries spent as a seductive tool for Cazador's own needs.

He knows you're not like those fools. He knows you're different, and you're special to him. But the gnawing voice in the back of his head always forces him to pull you in, to hold you closer, to make love to you.

It's fucked up in so many ways.

"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

But when you look up at him with those imploring, loving eyes, the voice seems to go quiet. He swallows the dryness of his throat, unable to think of anything but how wonderful your touch feels on his skin, and he thinks he could drown in this forever. He's putty in your hands, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Well? Don't be a tease just standing there, darling."

In what feels like minutes, he's a mess. He's making sounds he shouldn't be making, fingertips digging into your hips as if they're the anchors keeping him from finishing too early. He breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, groaning when you caress the sharp tip of his ear between your fingers.

The only thing keeping him from spilling is the impending embarrassment he'd feel for doing so this early on in the night.

Then, everything stops.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper.

They're only words. They're not ones he's heard little of---in fact, he's heard it too much in the past two hundred years. In an instant, memories of the nights he spent under strangers, forced to shove his mind into its darkest corners just to get through their own pleasures, flood his consciousness. The sickening taste in his mouth afterward, and the need to rub his skin till it goes raw were not uncommon. It was routine. A sick part of his life that he'd rather forget.

You don't mean it the same way they did. They only said things like that because that's all they could say. They didn't know him as anything but the husk of a body he resided in. He knows you are saying the words to him. Not to his body but to the very person he is.

But the word comes spilling out his mouth, and immediately, you freeze.

You actually stopped.

Of course, you would. You're you.

"Are you okay? Did I do something?" you reach to cup either of his cheeks, and he stares at you as if you're a star that's fallen from the sky. He blinks, slowly.

"I don't know, I just---" he searches for words. "--you haven't done anything wrong, darling."

You wait for him to finish patiently. Gods, he doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve you.

"I only remembered something I'd rather not," he plasters a crooked grin on his face. "It's quite alright. We can continue now if I haven't ruined the mood."

You pull away from him, and he fears you'll leave.

Moments later, you return with a glass of water. Wordlessly, you hand it to him, and he only stares at it, confused beyond belief. Only once he notices the way you gesture to the glass does he drink it, and you finally climb back into bed, lying down beside him.

"Come here," you open your arm, motioning him to come closer.

"Darling, as much as I'm all for experimenting, that's a strange position to have sex in."

You smile, shaking your head. You don't explain any further, only continuing to hold out your arm.

Hesitant though curious, he slowly lies down beside you, his head just above your chest and slotted between the space below your chin. With gentle hands, you pull him closer and toss the blanket over both of your bodies.

It's warm. Strange, but warm.

"You don't have to wear a mask with me," you whisper.

His eyes grow wide, and his chest stills. He doesn't have many tears left after 239 years, but there's an unfamiliar squeeze in his chest that tells him if he were still 39 and alive, he might have. Astarion wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into where he can hear the steady beating of your heart.

Later, when your eyes begin to droop, he mumbles.

"Tell me I'm beautiful again."

"You're beautiful," you say softly. "With or without your pretty face."

You might be imagining it, but you feel him smile against your skin.

[callmemickey]

Simon Riley fucks intensely and passionately. He doesn’t grab your hair, or spit on your face, or cause you physical pain - my man’s has openly admitted to dealing with violent thoughts/dreams against women and wanting to be better. He might get rough if he’s stressed or angry, but he won’t be, like, throat fucking you for example. Sorry. I just can’t see it. He can be fast, but I don’t think he’s gonna be hardcore or degrading. I think if he gets the mask on, he miiiight be a little more… forthcoming.

Simon Riley finds sex to be the highest level of trust, love, and vulnerability. Don’t expect him to be a quick or easy lay. If he wants you intimately, this is the biggest honor you would ever receive from him. Maybe before he was tortured he would’ve been quicker to engage, but the Simon we know now? Yeah, you gotta work.

Simon Riley… ohhhhh he’s always asking you: “is that alright, love?” “that feel good?” “ahhhh, yeah, you’re a good girl, aren’tcha?” If you’re not feeling it, he’s not feeling it. he wants to make sure you’re into it 100%. the moment you grunt, wince, or groan in pain, he’s stopping to check up on his lovie. he just radiates Soft Dom energy to me (and I want him so bad). Simon loves to see you get all flustered, too. When you beg for him (and you’re a good girl) he will give you anything and everything you want.

Simon Riley being a Soft Dom… mmm, delicious. I love to imagine him praising and worshipping: “ahh fuck, i’ve missed my girl’s pussy” “so proud of you, taking my cock so well” “you want to be a good girl for me, don’tcha?” “you’re so beautiful when you struggle to fit me” if you’re engaged with him romantically, you’re his everything - man’s invested his entire soul and well-being into you. With that being said, throw him some praise, too! He’ll melt and become putty in your hands; he’ll do anything for you. Tell him how you were made for his cock, that nobody else makes you feel like he does, how you’re sooo good - but only for him. He’s definitely possessive of you - not in a red flag kind of way, but when you talk about how you’re his and only his… whew.

Simon Riley wants to see your face when you two are having sex. Anything missionary, missionary adjacent, cowgirl, it doesn’t matter, just let this man look at you! He doesn’t crave it, he needs it. Eye contact is so intimate, and if you’re shy and can’t maintain it? Ohhh, he’s gonna have fun. “eyes here, love” “don’t cover your face/close your eyes - i want to watch you cum” “you were just begging for my cock, don’t get all shy now” “be a good girl and look at me” he’s either coming inside or on your tummy/chest. preferably? inside.

Simon Riley prefers having a good session as opposed to a quickie. He likes doing things in the privacy of your shared home (because then you can be loud and cry his name as you cum on his cock for the 4th time 🤭). Sometimes, he’ll be desperate though, and this is when he gets a lil impatient. Like this one time, he went with you to your family’s Christmas party while being on leave for only a week, and he needed you. That man took you in the bathroom and railed you so hard you couldn’t leave for 15 minutes until you could stand without shaking (also not me writing this rn).

Simon Riley, upon specific request, will wear the mask in bed. Honestly, don’t expect this for a while, however. The mask serves as his identity - his separation from you. This will take a lot of courage on his behalf as you’re wanting to bring in something containing his countless sins and crimes into such an intimate situation. Like I said!!! It takes a while to get him this comfortable. Try to rush the process and you’re missing out on some pretty intense and animalistic fucking. It’s a rare time you can expect a more vicious kind of dirty talk from him: “fuckin’ hell, you like being a dirty little slut, huh?” “that pretty little face of yours deserves to be fucked” “your pussy was made for me” “shut up and keep taking it like a good girl should” “ahh, begging for my cock like the needy little slut you are”

Simon Riley loves aftercare, and he makes sure you feel loved during that time. Sweet Angel, we don’t deserve him. Massages, baths, checking on you emotionally and mentally, he’ll make you dinner, put on your favorite movie, and relax with you while he showers you with unconditional love and adoration. He’s obsessed with you. Get over it.

[lavenderprose]

Imagine you're Johanna Hezenkoss and your one goal in life is to Be Right All The Time and you've got this sidekick named Emmrich. He can do the whole corpse whispering thing and he's an objectively pretty skilled necromancer but, of course, YOU are Johanna Hezenkoss. And you decide that you like Emmrich enough to drag him along with you to glory. So you spend a few decades doing that. Only Emmrich is six and a half feet of saccharine poetry and fanatical devotion to the core tenants of the Mourn Watch and YOU, Johanna Hezenkoss, are just counting the moments until you can go Beast Mode in this bitch and show everyone what TRUE NECROMANTIC POWER means. So Emmrich weighs you down a bit but you're a little obsessed with him only because he's like. Real? That's a real dude? Saying that shit? Wild. Totally insane. He's like an annoying chattering dog who keeps all your secrets and makes the biggest saddest eyes at you when you say stuff like, "The world could be exactly what we want it to be. Aren't you MAD. Aren't you ANGRY at what they've taken from you. Don't you want to MAKE THEM SUFFER LIKE YOU'VE SUFFERED--"

Yeah. Whatever.

And then Emmrich betrays you because you're scaring him. SCARING him? After everything you've done for him? You were going to reinvent the world--you were going to put him at the top of it all so NOBODY could step on either of you ever again and now he's all, Oh Johanna, you're scaring me, this isn't what we believe in, you're letting your fear control you, blah blah BLAH he never shuts UP

Fear? FEAR, Volkarin? How fucking rich.

Then some stuff happens. Half lich 125 foot skeleton someone named Elgar'nan, maybe a God, who cares. You get so close--SO CLOSE--and then fucking Emmrich rolls in and this time he takes it ALL. Your power and your mortal life and your last remaining shreds of fucking credibility in this fucking world. And then he doesn't even have the basic fucking decency to say I Told You So. He keeps you on his desk like a tchochke and listens to you scream and spit and even THEN he doesn't do anything.

All the while he has his own sidekick now. Some vapid little thing always batting their eyelashes and paying Volkarin the kind of lip service that always distracted him, made his eyes go soft and his chin quiver. He's still such a weak man. You tell him so. You tell him and tell him and tell him until--

The sidekick disappears. Emmrich's eyes go empty and haunted in a way that makes you wonder what he's done to himself in his heartache and grief.

"Whoever did this to you," you tell him on the worst day, "You can make them pay. You're powerful enough. You defeated me." You being, of course, Johanna Balls of Steel fucking Hezenkoss.

"I just want them back," Emmrich admits. Because he's weak WEAK he's a weak man mewling pitifully in a dark room for his piece of ass while the moon rises red in the fucking sky and a God walks the earth.

"You have the power," you tell him. "When the world takes from you, you take those things back. This is what I've been telling you all these years, Volkarin. For once in your miserable life, LISTEN TO ME."

Finally, finally, Emmrich reacts. He screams. He throws a few books. He kicks his desk. Punches something, probably, because his knuckles start bleeding at some point. You watch it all with barely-contained glee. Anger, yes, fucking finally. You've been waiting your whole goddamn life for this man to realize how fucking ANGRY he is.

"How do I break into the fucking Fade?" He screams. He's not even looking at you. His hair is seven different kinds of fucked. His shirt is unbuttoned to the navel, and he's missing a boot.

"You could start by asking someone who's done it," you say. Emmrich turns, startled for some reason to hear you. Again you say, "Listen to me."

"Oh, Johanna," he sighs. "I've rarely done anything else."

It's not the words 'Thank you' or 'You're right'. It's certainly not lichdom or godhood or a 125 foot tall skeleton. But it's one point for Johanna Hezenkoss.

You'll make up the deficit eventually. Volkarin has a kid, after all.

[iwaasfairy]

IWA HARSH PUSSY SLAPPPPSSS OR FINGERINGGGG

a/n. yea I made it dad iwa and also some oc bullshit fucking suE ME but it’s good i like this one yeAAAA I hope you enjoy BBYYYYY I know I liked writing it hahahHAHA

GET IT RIGHT

tw. incest, dad x daughter, single dad iwa, reader’s a brat, obv age gap, size stuff implied, pussy slapping, (hard-ish) dom iwa, brat taming, noncon voyeurism, it’s a family affair, solo masturbation, jealousy wc. 3k

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader, iwaizumi eiji and hitoshi x fem!reader

Its not his business that you’re a total nympho. Frankly, he could care less. Hitoshi’s eyes flick from under his baseball cap to the older sibling’s smug, almost accomplished smile when he runs a hand through his head of hair, before shaking some of the excess water out. The lighter brunet chuckles. “Our little sister’s laying on a towel with her tits out in the Oikawa’s backyard.”

“Dad’s over there, ain’t he?” Hitoshi responds, already back to scrolling mindlessly through Reddit to cure some of his boredom. Head of the Iwaizumi house said to ‘go outside for a bit’ so here he is, sweating his ass off in the lawn chair. What you’re up to really is none of his concern. Really. Eiji only smiles.

“And what? You think he’s gonna tell her off? Be for real for a second, Tosh.” There’s a look on Eiji’s face. Mixed in under the amusement and the bolstering, there’s something a bit tense. Impatient, and though he’d sooner die than admit it, Hitoshi recognises the glint that sits in the slight scrunch of his nose. He’s jealous. Yeah, you’re the type of little sister who gets away with having your tits out while they’re supposed to pretend not to see it. After sloppily patting himself dry with one of the towels, the oldest sibling slaps his phone out of his hands to grunt. “Get up.”

He responds before he thinks. “Fuck you, bitch.”

But it doesn’t bother his brother, who only tosses the towel back onto the table. “Stop intellectualising it and get up. You wanna get a look too, right? Dad’s over there right now to keep an eye on our little sister, and no one else is home. What do you think’s gonna happen.”

+

The sun’s so nice on your bare skin, glowing heat onto you and making you feel so sleepy and dazed. You’re all housesitting, which means access to the ridiculously nice pool of the Oikawa’s — and a secluded garden where you’re free to do whatever the fuck you want. The low voice is the only thing interrupting the peace. Daddy. “Babe. What do you think you’re doing?”

Your hat’s covering most of your view, but if you crack open one eye you can just about make out the way your dad crosses his arms over his wide chest, wife beater clinging a bit too tight to his muscular form. You push your lips out. “Sunbathing.”

“Put something on.” He sounds a bit tight, like he’s gotta clear his throat. Good.

“Why though?” You lift the hat up with one finger to look up further, see the slightly flushed visage of your father as he eyes you down. He’s a bit sweaty, yard work, and now has all his attention aimed at you. “I can’t get warm evenly all over if I do. Besides, no one’s home, and no one’s gonna look at me. The only people who can see into the yard is us, and Hitoshi nii’s not going to crawl out of his dungeon to spy on me, I promise you.”

It stays quiet for a few seconds as he takes in your words, before he sighs. Frowns just a bit, as he lets his eyes glide down your body just once. Enough to have his jaw clench, though. “I’m working here.” Then, after a bit more thought, he forces out the rest of the words. “You’re distracting.”

“Daddy~ please~” you start though, now pushing off the hat completely and wrapping your arm around yourself in mock-modesty. You have no intention of actually covering up. And looking at the way he’s breathing and already sweaty, he doesn’t actually want you to cover up either. “Nobody’s home. It’s fine. Please?” His olive green eyes flick to the way you’re pushing up your tits with your arms now, and those swimming trunks start feeling a bit tight on him if the way he shifts is anything to go by. The intense look would’ve scared you off before, but… well, it isn’t the first time you’ve gotten away with worse.

It also probably won’t be the last. “Once the sun is gone I’ll cover up to go back into the pool out front, promise.” You smack your lips, and give him those big puppy eyes that he seems to love so much. “Ei nii’s out there and I don’t want him to get an eyeful anyway.” You roll onto your side to send him your best smile. “Only trust you like that, daddy~” You’re audacious, a brat, but only because you know that gets him going. Wouldn’t do it this way if he really didn’t like it. When you go to lay back down with closed eyes, you can already hear him move in the grass.

A slight line works its way between your brows at that, at the idea that he’d walk away from you. But then a warm palm wraps around your arm to pin it beside your head on the towel, and you can feel the heat of him getting onto his heels beside you. Your breathing hitches, but you force yourself to keep your eyes closed. “Trust me to do what, exactly?” He rasps.

His other hand comes to your shoulder to push his thumb in, nice and hard, and works a moan out of you before you can think— working his way down in circles that pull goosebumps out of you. “What’s all this show really for? To make your big brothers jealous? Hm?” He gets close enough for the whispered voice to tickle your neck, hot thigh pressed against your waist before he places the other on your other side, straddling you. “You think that you can ‘daddy’ all your problems away? That if you look at me sweetly enough I’ll give?”

“I- didn’t-” your voice hitches when his mouth drags over your pulse, slight stubble and warm lips leaving kisses all down the length if it. The heat of the sun on your naked chest only makes the almost touch more irritable and itchy, and you have to fight the urge to just curl your body up against him already. “Didn’t want my big brothers to see. Wanted -you to.” When he noses at your collarbone you try to find your voice, and worm your wrist out of his grip to reach for his hair. “Wanted daddy to play with me again. I’ve been waiting since yesterday. Please.”

You can’t help but think back to last weekend, grinding down on his thigh with his fingers down your throat. Panties coated in stickiness and your entire body trembling with exhaustion. He laves soft mouthed kisses onto your throat enough to have you shaking now, too. But Hajime’s nothing if not consistent, as he noses the side of your breast and his hands slide down to squeeze your waist. “You know that I can’t, right?” He always says that.

You can’t help but laugh, humourlessly, and tug softly at the hair trapped between your fingers. “Then why are you?” And he is. As soon as he gets near enough, you arch your back automatically, still clenching your eyes closed. If you look now, the image will haunt you every day for the rest of summer. You’ll need daddy’s hands on you until you can’t go any more. Your tit is pushed against his cheeks because of your motion, and he groans a low, rumbling sound against your body. You can feel the heat of his bulge through his shorts. “Did you get jealous that Eiji might’ve seen me? Even a little?”

A second passes, before he finally grunts. “Fuck, yeah.” His mouth comes to your tits, tongue rubbing over hardened nipples too well, too knowingly. Knowing your daddy’s had other women before could make you green with envy, but he feels so good. His mouth, and hands feel so fucking good. Good enough to cry about it, trapped under his broad, heavy form as he squeezes and sucks your tits. “You’re a headache, you know that? Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Mhm.” You nod, panting, squirming under him. His hardening cock pushes against your thigh as you roll your hips, and he leaves impatient lovebites all over your tits. “Daddy.. d-daddy. Want you.” He’s so big and hot and heavy against you any time you get this close, it’s not your fault. You’re only a headache because he made you one. The clothed grinding against his covered, hard cock leaves your pussy awfully wet and sticky. Your breaths short. “Don’t you wanna- s-show your boys who your daughter belongs to, daddy?”

Your eyes shoot open when a sharp sting jerks your body, spreading through the flesh of your tit before he laves his tongue over the ridges where his teeth dug in. He clicks his tongue while grinding your other nipple between his fingers, making your bottom lip wobble. It feels so good, he always does. It’s not your fault. “Stop tempting me to make you regret your little stunt.” Your teary eyes meet his, dark and predatory before he pushes himself up, and yanks you closer by your thighs. “Legs up on my shoulders.”

“But-“

“Legs.” He says again, lower. You do, let him help your ass up to his mouth and reposition you so he’s level with your cunt. Your pussy clenches around nothing as he blows on your clit through the fabric, and only one hand keeps wrapped like a vice around your thigh to stabalize you. “I don’t wanna hear anything except how good it feels. Understood?”

You nod, before thinking better of it and speaking up. “Yes.” Fuck, it’s hot. He’s hot. You’re about to melt into a puddle with his face between your legs. He pushes your bikini bottoms aside with rough fingertips before pushing in. And you gasp, doing everything not to whine already. As his nose pushes against your sensitive clit, his lips find yours to leave a wet kiss on the opening, and he pushes his tongue against your sloppy lips without another warning. It’s already too much.

“Agh- d-daddy. You feel g- gh-ud.”

The big, hot tongue pushing you open, makes you grind against him while blood rushes both to your cunt and your head. His other hand flicks over your enterance a few times instead, before two thick fingertips push inside you, slow at first. He makes a show out of bottoming them out, and you can feel the way he smiles when it makes your pussy squelch. His tongue flicks over your clit hard and fast, before sucking. “Fuck, you’re so- good- g-good to me. Daddy!”

“Mhm.” The blood makes your ears ring. It makes you so dizzy it’s impossible to see much past daddy’s face and how good he looks, rubbing his tongue in rough motions over your pussy. He’s licking and licking and licking against your clenching muscles so good it’s almost unbelievable. The rough friction of his chin and stubble against your pussy, the way he nibbles just right at your clit, it’s all too much. It’s too much because it’s daddy— because he knows what he’s doing.

“D-daddy!”

You mewl as you curl your body against him and the push to your clit gets even better. Too good. You’re so sweaty his hand slips on your thigh, instead pulling you back by your heel and yanking you back up, right as your toes curl. His face is making a mess between your legs, and your mouth hangs open. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He- he’s already gonna make you cum. Sweat rolls down your back as your juices run down his chin and he buries himself as deep as he can, groaning your name into your pussy. “That’s my pretty girl, there you go.”

Your thighs squeeze around him and your eyes open through your tears, desperately searching for the eye contact you need to get there. But maybe because he knows you, he pulls back and drops you back down by your legs, spreading them by his thighs. “No, no- daddy pleas-uhh~ I wanna cum.”

“You’re coming on my cock.” He snaps back, before pushing you open more and slapping your pussy with a flat palm. “That alright with you, miss princess?” He says it like it’s an insult. For a moment, it does feel like it. Your mouth snaps shut against the cry you wanna let out, as his hand lands again before you can react. You jerk against the sting, clench your legs closed around his hand, but he pushes them back open to do it again. And again, and again, until slick is dripping down to your ass and your clit is tingling and swollen. You could burst out into a sobbing fit any second. “Can I do what I gotta do to get you there now?”

“Yes,” you sniffle back instantly, and open your eyes at him. Thick tears sit on your vision at it, you can’t help it. It’s all his fault you’re this way anyway. Your thighs wobble before your bottom lip does, and it’s this that makes him sigh.

“Aw, babe, shhhh— I’m sorry.” He takes only a moment to pull his shirt over his head, then gets back over you to wipe away the thick tracks. It doesn’t do much against the tears that keep coming, but it’s ok. It’s much better when you can place your hands to his bare chest and feel his heartbeat through your palms, reach up to kiss him. He tastes like you, and you suck on his tongue until he moans into the kiss. When he pulls back, that hot, big palm cups your cheek. “Was that mean?”

“I deserved it.” His dialated eyes search yours for a moment, before he kisses you back another few times. The tingling ache between your legs remains, but there’s a pit in your stomach that becomes more demanding again. “Please keep going?”

“Take me out.” Your hands instantly glide down his body at the order, hooking two fingers around the elastic band before pulling. Pulling down until you reveal the trail of pubic hair that leads down to his thick, flushed cock and down further. Down until the fabric can no longer hold him back from bobbing up against his stomach and he lets out a deep breath. You pull a little more to get a glimpse of his fat, heavy balls too, before daddy grunts and places both elbows by your head again. “Lead my cock inside you like a good girl, hm?”

“Uhuh.” Gladly. Your fingers reach for him, touching the dripping head first. Pre gets all over your fingertips, and you truly can’t stop yourself from putting two fingers inside your mouth with a whimper. Your hands return to squeeze around the head, need both to reach and stroke down a few times. Not that he needs it. He’s hard enough to feel his heartbeat through the skin, thick cock twitching as you shuffle around to line up. “‘s big.”

“It’s big to make you feel good.” He agrees, kisses your temple, and bucks into your palm. “Go on.” You line him up with a deep breath, before blinking your long lashes up at him with your lip between your teeth. The head kisses your hole as he hums, slides your slick around on the puffy mushroom head a few times before pushing in. “Ugh-always forget,” he grunts lowly, biceps bulging as he holds himself above you, “how fucking tight you are. My little baby.”

He starts rocking himself inside you bit by bit, and you can’t help but drag your nails along his flexing back to hang on. “Ah, ah, agh, daddy. You’re- so- big.” You throw your head back, and pant, tears still wobbling. You’re no longer sad though. Your pussy’s being forced open too big, too- fucking wide for you to clench around him properly- but it feels so good. He feels so fucking good, oh God. You want to fuck daddy all summer. You want him to never, ever stop.

+

Hitoshi’s so fucking hot it makes it hard to see straight. Cum’s gotten on his shirt, all over his hand, and he’s got boxers full of cum running down his fucking thigh. While his cock’s still hard and red in his fist as he forces his own hips not to buck. He can just barely hear your whines echo over the field to where they’re hiding— and you sound, predictably, just like how he imagined you do. You look good. Fuck, he’s sure you’d look just as good under him, but instead you’re clinging flushed faced, tits bouncing to your dad with his greying temples and letting yourself get used.

You’re pathetic, honestly. But he’s also not fucking blind. His cock twitches hard in his hand, and his other hand comes to cover the flared head as if that’ll keep a third load in. He’s trying to hold it so hard that he’s panting, balls pulling up to his body.

“Think she’ll let me eat the cum out of her when dad leaves?” Eiji’s pumping his cock without shame like there’s no tomorrow, getting drops of hot, clear liquid everywhere. He’s christened the plants with his cum earlier, too. Hitoshi just grimaces, before looking back at the way your body curls around the fat cock driving in and out of you, your cries about to make him bust again. “Huh?”

“I don’t fucking care, Ei nii.” He then furrows his brows so deep that you’d say he’ll get permanent wrinkles, not bothering to look over. “Why do you wanna eat dad’s cum out of her?”

“So I can fuck my own into her.”

Hitoshi’s too busy watching you and breathing through it to care about what he’s saying, so it takes a minute to filter through his hazy thoughts. “You’re a pig.”

Eiji just rolls his eyes. “Whatever you say, quick shot. Have fun trying not to cum when I go next.”

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[thinkinonsense]

i just listened to sabrina's new album and oh my god the song slim pickins is such a song that was written from daydreaming about lumberjack!logan, oh and the recent fic that you reblogged was just so yummy and perfect for that song especially the lyrics "a boy who's jacked and nice" like god having to settle down for less because nobody can be him 😭😭😭 need him expeditiously im afraid

it's slim pickins

lumberjack!logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: yearning!! fluff, tiny nsfw conversation (nothing graphic)

a/n: this request couldn't have come in at a better time because i'm seeing sabrina on opening night of her tour tomorrow night!! <3

masterlist

"am i just destined to be alone forever?"

another friday night in the hole in the wall bar outside of town. another date gone horribly wrong. your question hangs heavy in the air as you gossip to your best friend who's bartending tonight.

"you keep picking douche bags." she answers without missing a beat.

"well, that's fuckin' rude." you slur slightly, sipping on your third fruity drink tonight.

"well, it's fuckin' true." she smiles, looking over your shoulder at a group of men that walked in. "why don't you go talk to one of them? they look hot."

you spin around in your stool to see a group of lumberjack workers. these were the men that you worked with, you can't flirt with them.

"i work with those guys!" you hiss.

"sooo...?" she smirks.

both of you quickly end the conversation with the five guys approach the bar. the last thing you needed was for these guys to see the desperate and pathetic look on your face. quickly, you rummage through your purse for some cash to put down.

"what are you doing here, doll face?" a familiar voice asks.

you look up and see the most handsome of the men, in front of you; logan. twice your size, buff, toned, tan... god, you had such a crush on him. never in a million years would you go after him though, he's too good to want a girl like you. you were just a friend. he make small talk with you, laughed at your jokes, calls you little nicknames, and refills the coffee pot for you but thats what friends do, right?

"oh... um, i'm just-"

"she's been sitting here moaning and bitching to me all night about her horrible date." your best friend smiles then introduces herself to logan with a handshake.

"thanks asshole." you mumble under your breath at her, making logan chuckle.

"tough night?" he asks, looking down at you in a way that makes heat rises up your face.

"kinda, but i'll save you all the gory details." you admit, sliding off the tall stool a little ungracefully. "have a good night, logan."

"wait, doll face." he says, grabbing your arm to balance you. "wanna talk about it? i'm sure your friend here is busy."

the alcohol let him take you to one of the booths. all the other men noticed logan and you sitting together, definitely making mental notes to tease you both on monday.

"so, what's on your mind?" logan asks, taking a swig of his beer.

"it's nothing really..." your mouth says one thing but your phone says another; practically buzzing off the table.

"you sure?" he raises a brow.

"uh... yeah?" you sound confused as you peak at the notification. an annoyed groan falls from your lips as you slam the phone back down and sink into the booth. "why? why? why?"

"why what?" he squints.

"be honest, do i have dumbass written on my forehead?" you sigh, hazily looking over at logan. the question threw him off guard; unsure if you're joking or not.

"no." he answers.

" well, i sure feel like one. every guy i've gone out with is either the most obnoxious asshole i've ever met who's still hung up on his ex or he's absolutely perfect but he's just not ready for a commitment right now? what the fuck does that even mean?"

all of your drunk rambling surprised logan. at work, he's only seen your shy personality as you scribble down numbers and log them into spreadsheets. this was a completely different side of you.

"i know what you're thinking, 'why not just try dating a woman?'. well, i fucking would if this town wasn't stuck in the 50's, except the men aren't going to war in order to get away from you, instead they just run back in between their ex's thighs and pull that 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit."

it was getting harder for logan not to crack at your silly yet, adorable expressions as you rant.

"and the worst part is that they can't even get a woman to orgasm." you say a little quieter. logan stores that quote in his pocket for another time. "a few weeks ago, i literally had a man in my bed who didn't know the difference between their, there, and they're! i don't know who's stupider, him for not knowing or me for letting him give me the worst head in my life."

if you were even a little sober, this would be mortifying. sitting in front of your work crush and spilling pathetic details of your love life to him. if you were even a little sober, you would have notice his eyes turn dark and lustful under the dim bar lighting. logan couldn’t fathom that you were having trouble in your love life.

"sounds like it's slim pickins out there."

"you have no idea." you sigh.

"if it makes you feel any better, i don't think that you're stupid."

"you're just saying that to be polite. trust me, everyone thinks i'm an idiot for taking these guys back every time. im just like my mom, my sisters, my friends, and every other girl i know. we make up excuses for their shitty behavior because we are afraid to be alone."

logan could see tears forming in your waterline, about to roll down your cheek. it hurt him to see you so heartbroken over these losers. everyday at work, you came in like a ray of fucking sunshine. you didn't deserve to be treated like this.

"it's not your fault that those asshole don't know how to treat a woman." he sighs, leaning forward in an attempt to comfort you.

"i know, i know..." your voice was cracking and you didn't want logan to see you so vulnerable. suddenly, you rise from the booth. "thanks for listening, logan."

"where do you think you're going, doll face?" he asks, following you out the door.

"should head home." you mumble, pulling up the number of a car service about twenty minutes out.

"let me give you a ride home." he offers. "you've been drinking too much."

it's late, you're exhausted and heartbroken so, you let him help you into his truck. it's kinda old but full of character, like logan.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" logan asks, breaking the silence in the car. "still sad?"

you shrug. "think i'm just going to become a nun."

he tried, he really did, but he had to laugh.

"sweetheart, there's no need to become a nun."

"well, i'm never going to find the man i'm looking for so, might as well join the sisterhood."

"what are you looking for in this dream man?"

logan's question has your eyes wondering over to where his left hand sets on the wheel and his right on thigh. the images of what his hands could do flood your fuzzy mind.

"j-just a good guy who's um, who's kind, jacked... respectful, good with his hands...."

it was shameless, your staring that is. logan worried you might get drool on the car seat, not that he would mind.

"hm... those seem like simple requirements there."

"apparently not." you giggle. "it's fine, though. i'm sure the nuns will be friendly."

"still thinking about joining the 'sisterhood'?" he asks, pulling up to your drive way.

"maybe... i'll give it twenty-four hours and if he doesn't come knocking on my door, i'll just buy a chasity belt and go off the grid with the nuns." your smile warmed his cold bitter heart. "thanks for the ride, lo. i'll see you monday."

as logan watches you fumble with your keys and make your way inside, he fights an internal battle over his feelings. he has had a crush on you since the day the two of you first met. by the end of the week, you had baked him some cupcakes, babbling about how you do this for all the new employees, which was far from the truth he later learned.

you captured his heart. even when he tried to burry his feelings for you, when logan looked at you, his world stood still for a moment. he looked forward to all your silly jokes in the break room or the ridiculous gossip you would tell him when he lingered outside of your office door. he couldn't let you slip away into the arms of another asshole who didn't deserve you.

before logan could comprehend what he was doing, his feet lead him up to your door, knocking twice. the wooden door opened and he knew he made the right decision.

there you were in your light blue and grey plaid pajamas with a cupcake in your hand and vanilla frosting on your bottom lip. logan had never seen you look prettier.

"hey? did i leave something in the–"

in the blink of an eye, logan’s hands reach up to caress your jaw, leaning in until his mouth engulfs yours. the taste of vanilla and alcohol surrounded both of you. forgetting the cupcake in your hand, dropping it to reach up and pull logan closer. kissing him was like drinking a glass of wine after a long day. no more stress or anxiety over anyone else’s bullshit. the two of you gasp against each others lips, catching your breath.

“i could be the good guy, you know?” logan pants, now forever addicted to your taste. “i could be the good guy for you.”

your heart fluttered as you stared up at his pretty hazel eyes, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. this had to be a very realistic dream, thats the only answer to this.

“you would do that for me, logan?” your delicate voice could bring him to his knees, worshiping the ground you walk on.

“i would do anything for you, honey.” he whispers, leaning back in to kiss you again. maybe your dream guy wasn't as far away as you thought?

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Y'all have to admit they mammified Annie, made Pearline look like a jezebel, and then literally had Mary looking like some holy woman who was just in love and made some misguided decisions. They had Annie with barely any makeup and her hair all over her head, and they had Pearline slinking all over the stage after freshly cheating on her husband (which they constantly referenced). With Mary, they made it seem like she had no choice in her marriage and wanted "freedom" and Stack. At the end they got what they wanted and while we're supposed to see Annie and Smoke as the winners or whatever the message that the freedom and happiness is in the afterlife is nothing new, especially in the black community.

I think people are projecting the mammy image onto Annie because of their own personal anti-Black programming (which every Black person globally is raised with under white supremacy), and mainly because they don't know what the mammy image/trope truly is. Lemme help you.

The mammy trope/mammification of Black women is a desexualized image that is set in a purely domesticated role. They tend to be darker-skinned, full-figured, stripped of agency, and are often at the service of whiteness. They are never viewed as the love interest or having an erotic bone in their body. The ONLY thing Annie has in common with that definition (care of Merriem-Webster and my own university education as a Social Science/Black & Native Studies graduate) is dark skin, and a full-figure. Dassit. Ain't no mammy nowhere in her. Is she nurturing? Yes? A pillar of her community and protecting it with Hoodoo (which I practice myself)? Yes. Does she care for her man and look out for other people? Yes. But all that comes from a love of her people in the service of Black people, not whiteness. Did you not see them back shots and Smoke clapping his wife's cheeks? Mammies don't do that because that is not their function in stories. Also, Annie wore her hair in the actual style women with that texture of hair did in 1932. It wasn't all over her head (I'm smelling self-hate vibes and anti-natural hair energy). And why for the love of god would she have make-up on doing her Hoodoo work in all that heat? She was gorgeous without make up. I don't think the plantation stores sold Maybelline cosmetics that Annie would need for her customers. Maybelline didn't accept wooden nickels or plantation script for money either, so...whatever. Lol.

People can call Pearline a Jezebel all they want, but that doesn't change the fact that Sammie loved her his entire life, named his club after her, and remembers her fondly for being part of the best day of his entire life. Plus, Christianity thinks any woman with agency is a jezebel spirit, so that holds no weight for me personally cuz I don't give a fuck what a woman does with her pussy, married or not. Most men are trash anyway, so a beauty like that stepping out to a juke, oh, her husband had to be a 1932 joy-killer. Also, do we even truly know Pearline was married? Many women traveling the chitlin circuit in those days as an entertainer often pretended to be married (even wore fake rings) to protect themselves in seedy environments around men and the judgmental Christians. Whether she was married or not doesn't matter because Sammie was smitten, and that's the love of his life in the movie. Period. She didn't rub up on nobody else but him, and stayed by his side until the very end.

Mary was hoeing, jezabelling, tragic-octorooning and what not. She was not a holy woman because she acted selfish, entitled, and just as colorist/anti-Black woman as Stack (her not saying anything against Stack calling darker Black women "field bitches" is a choice. She knew her place on the colored hierarchy). That's why a lot of Black folks are cracking jokes about her saying she would beat up every "bitch" in that place, knowing she would get curb stomped had she said that to another Black woman's face in that juke. Personally, I don't see Mary as a winner because she and Stack will forever have to stay in the shadows and are cut off from the ancestors. They are the lesson of all that glitters ain't gold & stop inviting everybody to the cookout. Their life is so unappealing that Sammie didn't even want to become like them because life hadn't really changed that much from 1932 (especially with the L.A. Rebellion happening in 1992 all because of white racism/white supremacy). So while you may think Annie and Smoke didn't have the happy ending we would've preferred (being alive together), it is a horror movie and folks die, so being with the ancestors and ALL your family for eternity is a win in my eyes, compared to being stuck with no connection to anyone except another bloodsucker who didn't give you a choice to become disconnected from your people.

But that's the beauty of art, we can all have our own takes and interpretations. However, Annie wasn't a mammy. That's a personal issue for people who believe that. People gotta unpack the self-hate projection onto a Black woman character that didn't present that way to many of us who appreciate what she represented culturally as a Hoodoo practioner in 1932 America. That was a warrior/healer/lover.

[organic-bloodbath]

3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th) - Part 2

Niragi x Reader

Summary: You're separated from Arisu and Usagi, now traveling the deserted Tokyo alone with Niragi.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, 80% is just smut.

A/N: Practicing to write proper smut, i'm not the best at it bear with me pls i'm trying thanks. I've been craving to use this trope so long.

Part 1 ♤ Part 3

♤♧

You were separated from Arisu, Kuina and Usagi and were left with only Niragi now.

Amazing.

"You know, you don't have to pretend that you hate me," Niragi advised. "Must drain some amount of energy out of you."

"I don't hate you," you admitted without looking at him. "But i don't like you either."

"Mhm," Niragi hummed, eyeing you with narrowed eyes. "Didn't sound like it when i fucked you against the container."

"Shut up," you mumbled and tried to ignore him. "Enjoying sex doesn't equal to necessarily liking that person, mind you."

Niragi just grinned. “So, you admit that you enjoyed it, hm?”

You stopped and turned to look at him. “If I say I didn’t, are you just going to strip and fuck me again in the middle of this street to prove a point?” you asked, hands on your hips.

“Well, there’s nobody around now, is there? I’d be more than happy to ravish you again against that lamp pole over there.”

“Fine, I liked it,” you admitted. “But not enough to become a street prostitute.”

You kept walking forward, having no specific direction in your mind, fully knowing that his gaze was almost certainly on your ass, but you didn’t care right now.

“We’ll have such a great time together, princess,” Niragi mumbled, low enough that you didn’t hear him.

♤♧

It was raining hard outside, and both of you were soaking wet already and in an urgent need to find a shelter as soon as possible. Anywhere you could hide from the rain.

You eventually came across an empty apartment, the front door slightly open so you could enter inside.

As you walked around the few rooms, nobody was at home. The entire house had been ransacked from most useful items, the people who had lived there had clearly left this place long ago.

Arriving to the bedroom, you found out one thing you weren’t entirely happy with — there was only one bed. In the living room there was no couch either, only two armchairs.

"You'll get the armchair," you stated.

"How is that fair? I want to lay down when i sleep, not fucking sit."

"Make it work, i don't care."

You were shivering in your wet clothes, wanting to get them off as soon as possible but you weren't a big fan of stripping in front of Niragi.

Luckily for you, there was a closet full of clothes, some of them exactly your size too. You pulled a t-shirt and shorts there, not finding longer pants anywhere. Were these people dressing up only for summer?

“Fetch me a towel,” you commanded Niragi. It didn't come off as a request.

“What am I, your servant?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows.

“A towel, now,” you repeated with a stern voice.

He eventually complied and left you alone for a moment. You pulled your wet shirt over your head and put it to dry on the back of a chair.

“Looking good, sweetheart,” Niragi grinned as he had returned to you, faster than you had expected. He was eyeing you from head to toe with his hungry glare, leaning against the door frame and adoring your bare back. You knew he’d be looking but right now you didn’t care. All you cared about was dry clothes and getting warm again.

“I know,” you sarcastically replied and took the towel from him. You started drying your arms, until felt Niragi’s body glue on yours behind you, hands resting on your hips.

“I could dry and warm you up, you know,” he whispered into your ear. “Better than that towel could.”

“I can do it myself, thanks,” you responded coldly and pushed him away.

You were more than ready to go to sleep, it had been a while since you had been able to sleep in a real bed. Definitely not since the Beach.

You laid yourself on the bed, Niragi joining you right after. He had taken his shirt and pants off, leaving him only in his underwear, not caring to borrow someone else's clothes.

You turned to lay on your side, your back facing Niragi. The window in the room wasn’t entirely closed, there was a small gap which brought chilly air inside the room, and you weren’t able to close it because of the slightly wrong position the hinges had been installed.

Niragi noticed how you were shivering under the blanket you were sharing. He scooped a little closer to you, the heat of his body already radiating towards you.

"Come on, baby. Let me warm you up," Niragi murmured and brushed his hand against your shoulder. Warm hand. His touch was so warm you wanted to give in and lean on it, merge your bodies into one.

"Call me 'baby' one more time and i'll break your wrist," you threatened seriously.

"I like it when you’re feisty," Niragi smirked. "Keep it up, makes me even more aroused than I already am."

He pressed his chest against your back, making you to want to let out a sigh of the warmth he was giving to you. He put his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing circles on it and sending you shivers.

"Niragi," you mumbled and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from going any further.

"Shh," he interrupted and rested his hand on your hip, pulling your lower body tighter against him, your ass rubbing against his crotch. "Let me make you feel good, okay? I'll warm you up better than any other man could."

His fingers played with the waistband of your shorts, not just yet going inside.

"I'd prefer to just go to sleep," you refused, closing your eyes. You were fully aware that he wouldn't stop unless you broke his nose or kicked him on the crotch.

"But i'm not tired yet, baby girl. Please make me tired, yeah?"

Niragi knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you, it was clear to both of you. You tried to resist his touch the best you could but deep inside you wanted him to ruin you again. Niragi knew that deep down he had you wrapped around his finger - or would have very soon. If you truly didn't want him to touch you, you would have slapped his hand away the moment he laid a single finger against your skin and kicked him off the bed, forcing him to take the floor. If you didn't want him, he wouldn't be here holding you like this. His grip wasn't hard enough for you to be unable to free yourself from him - if that was what you wanted.

Niragi could read you better than you thought: you craved to be touched but was only stubborn to give yourself to a man like him easily.

He let his hand slowly slide inside your borrowed shorts, rubbing your clit against the fabric of your panties. Your eyes shot wide open, and you sucked in a breath, biting your lip not to let any other sounds come out of your mouth.

"I'm all yours, let me make you feel good," he whispered, breath hot against your ear, while he slid his finger against your folds, feeling the wet spot on the fabric.

He pushed the panties aside a little, touching your wet pussy with the tip of his finger. Just the slight contact of his finger already managed to make you gasp, which was a clear enough sign to Niragi that you truly needed someone to touch you.

“So wet already,” Niragi murmured. “Just for me? I know you need a release just as bad as I do.”

When you didn't push his hand away, he pushed the tip of his finger inside you, just an inch, and pressed his finger against your entrance, starting to slowly stretch the opening and stimulating all the nerve endings. He inserted another finger, again just an inch against the entrance, stretching and massaging, making you more and more wet.

You let out another gasp, now slightly louder than the previous one. He felt himself slowly becoming hard as well against his boxers, already imagining the picture of him being on top of you and fucking you dumb. He wanted to just grab you, rip your clothes off and take you, but he also wanted to take it slow. Cherish every moment, every second, with you. Listen to your needs and what made you feel good, not just think of pleasuring himself and then be done with you.

Eventually he pushed the two fingers completely inside your pussy in one go, until his knuckles hit your pussy, making you shiver in pleasure. You let a whimper out of your mouth, then biting your lip.

"Look at me," Niragi whispered, making you slowly stretch your neck to look at him over your shoulder. His pupils were dilated, lust and hunger for your body visible in his eyes. "Say that you want me to fuck you right now."

"You're asking me for my consent when you're already two fingers deep inside me?"

"I can pull out," he pointed out. “I can pull out, let you sleep and jack off by myself. Your call, hm?”

"I'm not going to start begging you to fuck me," you scoffed. "I'm-"

But your words were interrupted when he suddenly curled his fingers inside you, remembering just the right spot which made you go insane. A deep moan left out of your chest.

"Want me to do it again, hm?" he asked. “All you gotta do is just say the word.”

"I'm not going to beg," you gritted your teeth. Oh, he was going to make you beg.

He put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, rolling it against your bud in small circle patterns. You gritted your teeth harder together, sucking in a breath.

Just give up and let him fuck you stupid, the ache and need in your vagina whispered.

"You can stop resisting me, pretending to be hard to get is starting to get old," he said, narrowing his eyes when you didn't respond. "Alright then."

Niragi pulled his fingers out and let go of you. He wasn't done with you, no, not even close. He knew he had already managed to arouse and turn you on enough that you wouldn't be able to sleep before you'd experience an orgasm or two - maybe even three if he really managed to make you go feral. Leaving you hanging would make you crawl back to him, and if it didn't, you had much more willpower and stubbornness in you than Niragi expected.

Your eyes grew wider when his touch was gone, your pussy aching for more of him, needing to be filled. He had started this game and you had to finish it.

"Are you fucking serious?" you asked and turned to lay on your back, pushing yourself up to lay against your elbows.

"What? Is it so wrong to ask for a girl's consent, hm?" Niragi asked innocently. Then, his eyes grew a little wider and a grin spread on his face. "Oh, you’re one of those non-consent type of freaks, huh?"

A smirk on his face was now wide as he crawled on top of you, knees pressing against the mattress on both sides of your hips, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against your pussy. He leaned his face slowly closer to yours.

"I can work with that, you know," he purred, looking suddenly almost excited. “That’s why you played so hard to get at the Beach? Should have guessed.”

“I like consent very much, mind you,” you stated.

“Yeah?” he asked, examining your face whether he was making you uncomfortable but you showed no signs of it. You acted calm and unbothered, which Niragi wanted to erase. “Let me know when you want me to stop then. Say… hm. Say ‘clubs’ when you really want to stop, yeah?”

Niragi waited for a second to see that your brain had processed his words, until he brought his hand back on your stomach, sliding it under your panties now sooner than before.

You let out a scream when he pushed two fingers instantly inside you and started to pump them in and out of you in a fast pace - he was done playing sweet and slow now that you were wet enough for him. He curled his fingers against your walls, rubbing them on just the right spots. You weren’t prepared that he’d start fucking you with two fingers immediately, seeing how slow he had been with exploring your pussy a moment ago.

You didn't want to admit it, of course you didn't, but you needed his touch again. Not necessarily him specifically, but someone to touch you and get you off. Throwing yourself at him felt like giving up but you had started not to care about anything anymore. You simply craved to be filled, and Niragi was your only option right now – and he certainly knew exactly what he was doing and was good at it. He was extremely quick to learn your body and what made you feel good.

Niragi didn’t remove his gaze from your face even for a single second when he fucked you with his fingers, wanting to see every expression of pleasure on your face how much you were enjoying this. His touch. How good he managed to make you feel.

“Oh, oh my god,” you moaned. “Right there.” You were in complete ecstasy and would never want this feeling to stop. Then, he moved his fingers to another spot, waking you up from the trance for a second. “Wait, can you do that again?”

“Hm? This?” Niragi smirked, doing the same thing again which made you go absolutely feral.

You gasped, digging your nails into his skin next to his shoulder blades.

"Fuck," you whimpered.

“Cum on my fingers, baby girl,” Niragi purred into your ear.

And you did, your pussy clenching against his fingers while the orgasm waved through your limbs, legs shaking and shivering.

Niragi pulled his fingers out of you, licking his fingers clean from your juices. You were panting hard, shook from the orgasm which you just experienced.

“Was it good?” Niragi asked, brushing his thumb against your chin.

You nodded, cheeks warming up a little of the question which sounded almost comforting. “Yeah, it was good.”

“Your turn then,” he whispered, his finger brushing over your lower lip.

He grabbed your elbow and dragged both of you out of the bed, him standing on the floor and you sitting on the edge of the bed.

You looked down and saw the bulge on Niragi’s crotch, his cock already uncomfortably hard under his underwear, which he was quick to take off and drop on his ankles.

You swallowed when you look at his hardened cock — it was definitely thick and long and looking at it now right in front of you, you weren’t sure how you had been able to take it last time. The sight of him made you clench your thighs together, becoming even more wet of the thought how it was going to fit inside you. How he would feel inside you.

You sat on the floor on your knees and took his cock in your hand, rubbing the entire length a few times with your fingers, making him moan. You massaged his balls with your other hand, experimenting different ways to hold him to see what kind of reactions you could get out of him.

You pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, making him twitch of the contact of your lips. He was just as sensitive as you had been under his touch. You took just couple of inches of him inside your mouth first, gently rolling your tongue around the tip. Niragi had the biggest urge to just grab your head, slam his cock deep into your throat and start fucking your face like there was no tomorrow, but he didn’t. He let you do your thing in the pace you wanted, even though the teasing was driving him crazy.

Then, you slowly slid him into your mouth as far as you could until you started to gag. For a moment you sucked him on a slow pace, taking him in just half way, his cock hitting the back of your mouth repeatedly.

Soon, when you felt like you were ready, you pushed your head down, swallowing as you took him even deeper into your mouth and throat. Tears were forming in your eyes, the feeling becoming too much but you wanted to take all of him. Wanting to please him like he had pleased you, making him see nothing but stars when you'd be done with him.

Make him feel better than any girl had made him feel ever before.

“Christ, woman. You take my cock in so good,” Niragi sighed, putting his hands on the both sides of your head. “Look at me.” You moved your gaze towards his face, making eye contact with him. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth, baby. That okay? Grab my leg if it’s too much, yeah?”

He started pushing his cock first slower in and out of your mouth, making sure you were able to take him well enough and not make you choke too bad. When he noticed you didn’t struggle as much anymore, he started moving your head faster. His hand gripped your hair tightly, his grip so rough your scalp started to hurt but you weren't going to complain. Tears were forming back into your eyes as your nose hit his pelvis, chin rubbing against his balls. You concentrated on breathing through your nose, the hot air tingling against his skin.

You sucked your cheeks inwards, making Niragi let out a loud moan.

“Oh, just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he continued fucking your mouth. “Do that again.”

You could sense he was close but it was starting to become too much, you not able to handle it anymore. You grabbed Niragi’s thigh, just as he had said, squeezing his flesh hard with your fingers. He let go of your head, pulling himself out of his mouth. You coughed violently, throat sore and in slight pain, while he stroked his cock with his own hand a few times until he was about to cum.

“Swallow it,” Niragi grunted, pushing his cock back inside your mouth but not as deep anymore. “Swallow all of it like a good girl.”

And you did — at least most of it, until you started coughing again. Part of his cum flew on the floor with your spit, some of it falling down your chin.

Niragi pulled you up by grabbing your arm, your legs feeling slightly unstable. When you were standing up, he brushed the remaining cum on your face off with his fingers, then pushing them into your mouth. You licked and sucked his fingers clean.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face,” Niragi mumbled and pulled you into a deep kiss, his tongue brushing the sore parts of your mouth.

"Was it good?" you repeated his own question to him, which made him smile.

“That was so good, baby."

Niragi pushed you back to the bed and flipped you on your stomach. He pulled your hips towards him, lifting your ass in the air a little bit to meet his throbbing cock.

He placed the tip of his cock against your pussy, rubbing it against you but not pushing in yet.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Niragi, just do it already!” you shouted, growing more and more frustrated. You were about to push yourself up but Niragi was quick to push you back down, his hand on the back of your neck pressing you hard against the mattress.

“Beg for it,” Niragi ordered. “It’s not that hard. Just a few words.”

“Fuck me,” you mumbled. “Fuck me, okay!”

“As you wish,” Niragi murmured and without another word, he dug his fingers in your ass and slammed his cock inside you way faster than you had expected, making you let out a loud scream. “Good, scream as hard as you can, baby girl. I’ll fuck you so good your throat is sore after the night.”

Your throat was already sore from his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, but you kept your mouth shut about that, not wanting to grow his ego any bigger.

“God, you’re so tight,” Niragi mumbled, hitting your cervix with almost every thrust. He was building so much pressure inside you that it became even painful but the pleasure overcame the pain.

Sex with him was even better than last time - a lot better -, now that you were indoors and on a soft bed instead of outside, feeling just cold metal against your back. Last time was way more hurried because you had a timer running down second by second, but now? You had the entire night to hold and fuck each other as much as you wanted — and you knew Niragi wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He could handle you in the best ways possible, being rough but not enough to severely hurt you. He could do anything he wanted to you right now and you’d just take it.

Christ, you had wasted so much time for being so stubborn and rejecting him at the Beach.

His hips slammed against your ass with every thrust so hard you hit the bed frame once in a while, making your head hurt.

“Can we, oh god— Can we move back, a little, just a little bit,” you stuttered between the moans that forced their way out of your mouth. “M-my head hurts.”

He pulled out of you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you backwards a little. You groaned for the feeling of not having him inside you anymore, needing him to fill you completely. He flipped you back on your back, crawling on top of you.

He brushed a few strands of your hair out of your sweaty forehead. “Wouldn’t want my girl get a concussion,” he said quietly. His words somehow managed to make your heart flutter. My girl. Two simple words but they made butterflies spawn inside your stomach.

Niragi pressed his lips against yours, instantly pushing his tongue inside your mouth to explore every corner, going as deep towards your throat as he possibly could. He lined the tip of his cock back against your entrance, pushing inside and continued thrusting inside you with a fast pace while kissing you. He kept your hands against the mattress on both sides of your head, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Faster," you mumbled against his lips. "No, ah- harder."

You didn't think he'd be able to go any faster or harder but he proved you wrong, slamming his hips against you so hard the bed was shaking under you.

He moved his lips down on your neck, starting to suck on several different spots before he found the one which made you go crazy. It felt so good, but…

Wait, no. No, no, no.

“Niragi, wait,” you mumbled, trying to get your hands free from his grip but he pressed your palms against the mattress too hard for you to be able to do that. “Don’t, don’t make any bruises, okay?”

Niragi smirked against your skin, gently biting above your collarbone. “What, scared of me marking you and showing all the other men that you’re already someone else’s?”

He stopped his hips from moving for a second, having his entire length buried inside you and gently brushing your cheek as he looked into your eyes.

“Because, sweetheart, you already belong to me,” he whispered. “You’ll learn to admit it with words too some day.”

For a few seconds there was a little softer look in his eyes but it was gone as fast as it had appeared there. Or maybe you just wanted to see a slightly softer part of him and only imagined it — you weren’t sure.

He kept fucking you like that, violently thrusting in and out of you and hitting your cervix and g-spot repeatedly, not holding back at all, until your orgasm had started to build up so high that you felt like you’d explode soon.

“I’m, I’m close. So close,” you breathed out, clawing his back and wrapping your legs tighter around his waist — clinging on him like a koala on a tree branch.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your hair. Niragi was covered in sweat, his skin turning almost sticky.

Then, your walls clenched around his pulsing cock as you came, the orgasm waving through your body like a waterfall. You were clinging on him so hard it must have hurt him but you didn’t care about anything else than you being in his arms anymore. You arched your back, your toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He slammed his cock inside you one more time, hips pressing against your pussy hard to keep his cock as deep as he possibly could inside you while he spilled every drop of his sperm into your uterus.

Then, his body fell limp against you, the weight of him almost suffocating you. He was out of breath and needed a moment to gather his strength back to lift himself off you.

When he laid down on his back next to you, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths. You thought you had already experienced mind blowing sex before, but with Niragi? This was way better than anything else you had ever had before.

Niragi got up and left the room, making you a little confused where he was going but he came back quite soon with a white towel. Your inner thighs were a messy mix of his and your cum, becoming sticky if it managed to dry on your skin. Niragi started rubbing the soft towel on your thighs, cleaning your legs the best he could.

He didn’t say a word during the process of cleaning you, and neither did you. You just admired him being so soft with you, compared to the roughness just a moment ago.

He threw the towel on the floor and laid the both of you down on the mattress.

“You know, I think i called you ‘baby’ several times and my wrists aren’t broken,” Niragi whispered. “I’m starting to think you like it.”

“I don’t,” you denied.

Maybe just a little, you thought.

“Mhm,” Niragi smirked.

You were ready to fall asleep and turned to lay on your side, putting a little distance between you and Niragi, but he wasn’t having it. Niragi grabbed your waist and pulled you back towards him until your back was fully against his chest.

He slowly moved his hand from your stomach to cup your right breast but you grabbed his wrist and placed it back on your waist.

“Goodnight, Niragi,” you said.

“You can’t blame a man for trying,” he smirked.

“Goodnight,” you repeated, closing your eyes.

Niragi pressed a soft kiss on your temple. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

♤♧

Queen of Spades

The next day, you walked to a game arena with Niragi, joining the other players there. It was some sort of a power plant with several floors and staircases.

You scanned the people there until your gaze landed on two familiar faces.

Arisu and Usagi.

Usagi saw you almost as fast as you her. She immediately tapped Arisu on his shoulder, getting his attention and pointing towards you and Niragi.

Niragi put his hand around your shoulder and waved at Arisu, a small smile on his face. Not exactly a ‘happy to see you, old friend’ smile though. You were quick to push his hand away from you and walked to Usagi.

“We’ve been so worried of you,” Usagi gasped and took you into a warm hug. “What happened to you?” She glanced at Niragi, a worry clear on her face. She lowered her voice, trying to prevent Niragi from hearing your conversation. “Are you… okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assured her, adding a little smile after your reply.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Usagi whispered, furrowing her eyebrows. She was entirely aware of what Niragi was capable of doing.

“No, I’m fine,” you confirmed. But apparently Niragi had heard Usagi’s question and approached closer to the two of you now.

“I’m hurt, sweetheart,” he gasped, his hand against his heart. “Now why would I ever hurt a pretty girl like Y/N?”

He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, a grin on his face. You slapped his hand away and walked towards Arisu to talk with him for a moment before the game would start. But you did feel your cheeks warming up and turn slightly pink, your mind grabbing that one compliment in the middle of his sentence - serious or not.

Niragi couldn’t help but grimace a little when he saw you smiling at something what another man said to you. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.

Just him.

♤♧

A man of the Queen's team pushed you over the edge, and you were holding on the railing for your dear life, hanging in the cold night air. The drop to the ground was at least 50 metres, probably more - enough to break your spine and crack your skull.

Enough to kill you.

This was it, you were going to die. Arisu and Usagi had ran elsewhere, they weren’t there to save you. All these games you had survived and now you were going to lose your life because you fell over an edge? How pathetic.

Your hand was just about to slip when someone grabbed your arm. You looked up at your savior.

Niragi.

"What do we have here, huh?” Niragi smirked. “A damsel in distress.”

“Are you claiming to be a prince to come for my rescue?” you scoffed. Your life was now completely in the hands of this man.

A man who could kill a person without regret. A man who didn’t get emotionally attached to anyone else. He could easily just let go and let you fall to your death. Did you matter anything to him? No, you were just a good fuck to him, of course you were. Were you worth saving? Hundreds of thoughts raced through your head in a short span of time.

Niragi pulled you up, instantly pulling you against him by your waist. He brushed your hair with his fingers and pressed your head on the crook of his neck, soothing you with his other hand brushing your back. You hugged him back, holding on him to try and calm down. Niragi felt your body trembling in his hold, not saying a word before you’d get yourself together. Your heart was beating fast, and you had to inhale deep breaths a few times, melting into his touch.

When you had recovered from the initial panic, you broke the hug and pushed yourself away from Niragi, but he kept his hands firmly on your hips.

"Now, what about a kiss for saving your life again?" Niragi suggested, lifting his right eyebrow, a cocky grin on his lips. Was he proud of acting all heroic towards you, being the one to save the day? Well, he had saved your life, so you had to be grateful for him.

"If i refuse, are you going to push me over the railing, just to save me again until i finally agree to kiss you?"

"You know me so well, sweetheart," Niragi smirked, rubbing your shoulders.

You grabbed his head so that this time he wouldn't be able to turn it around. You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, scarred skin feeling rough against your lips. You started to run away from him towards the place where other players were — the game wasn’t yet over —, leaving Niragi on his own for a moment.

"What a tease," Niragi mumbled with a smile on his face, touching the spot on his cheek you had just kissed.

Niragi caught up with you and grabbed your elbow, yanking you towards him and making you crash on his chest. You tried to push him off but he had a tight grip on your waist now with both of his hands.

"You've let me fuck you dumb twice but now you refuse to simply kiss me," Niragi stated and narrowed his eyes. "Now, why's that? Because there's other people around who could see us, hm? You embarrassed of me, sweetheart?"

You didn't answer. Were you embarrassed of being seen with him? If Arisu or Usagi saw you two together, they'd definitely think something was wrong with you. Usually you didn't give a damn what other people thought of you, but for some reason you wanted to keep Niragi a secret. But was it embarrassment or something else? You weren't sure.

"I'm not embarrassed," you denied but he didn't seem to believe you.

"Mhm," he hummed, letting go of you after eyeing you a few moments longer.

Why did he look a little… upset? Nah, of course you just imagined it.

“So, you wouldn’t mind to do the cheek kiss in front of your little friends?” he tested you.

“What, you want to make us look like an official couple or something?” you scoffed, just joking and raising your eyebrows. He stood now right in front of you, only an inch or two between your bodies as he was towering over you.

“We don’t have to be a couple but you’re still mine,” he murmured, his forefinger under your chin.

“Again, you don’t claim me,” you stated seriously.

“Tell yourself what you want, baby girl,” Niragi said and pressed his hand on the back of your neck, leaning closer to your face, brushing his lips gently past your cheek. “But your pussy will throb only for my cock.”

Shivers traveled down your spine, making you suck in a quick breath. A grin spread on his face, he could read you so well and tell that he had gotten you all to himself.

“I could fuck you against that railing too, I wouldn’t mind other players run past us,” Niragi murmured. “Just give me the word and I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

Looking into your eyes, Niragi realized one thing. He’d do anything for you, anything you asked for him to do. He’d kill any man who’d ever hurt you. He’d pleasure you in the ways that made you see stars and make you feel like you were in a paradise instead of this hellhole. He’d kneel in front of you like a peasant to his queen. Just a word and he’d do anything you wanted.

Did it sting his heart that you didn’t want others see Niragi touching you? It did, a little — but it was better to have you in secret than not at all.

You weren’t only all his — he was also all yours.

♤♧

[mishkiq]

you wanted it to be me. (b.blake x reader)

☾✩˚₊‧ Summary: "Bellamy said what during sex??" —You, moments before pinning him down in your tent and proving exactly why your name's on his lips.

☾✩˚₊‧ Tags: smut, gender-neutral, 2nd person pov, tongue kissing, spit, mostly a lot of teasing, and you manhandle bellamy a little ;3

☾✩˚₊‧ WC: 4.4k

Listen. You tried not to associate with people who dragged drama behind them like a ball and chain. On the Ark, survival was more technical—physical, even. Numbers, calculations, food and oxygen rations. Keep your head down, and you wouldn't deal with bullshit. Simple. Down here on Earth?

A soap opera with grime under its nails.

You got along fine with Miller and Monty, funny in their own dry way; better with Harper and Monroe. As for Octavia... Oh, you two got along like kindling and fire. Volatile, intense, rebellious in an exhilarating way. She was a wild card you genuinely liked. You didn't have to pretend, didn't have to mask your distaste for others around her. No expectations except for a good time and backup when things got rough.

It was her brother that was the problem.

Bellamy Blake.

Irritating. Constantly shouting at someone about chaos and the 'new life on the ground' or whatever excuse he came up with. Always in charge. Always acting like the entire camp would collapse if he didn't micromanage every goddamn thing from food storage to people’s bowel movements. And sure, fine—you had functioning eyes, you knew he was hot. The dark, curly hair and even darker eyes, the broad shoulders that carried the responsibility of every delinquent's actions, the way he stalked around camp like a wet dream come to life.

But anything even remotely attractive about him got obliterated the second he opened his mouth.

God forbid something happened to Octavia, with the way he hovered over her like she would break if someone breathed wrong in her direction. You had no patience for that kind of overprotective bullshit. And if you were being honest, you and Bellamy clashed somewhat frequently—not just because you encouraged her to advocate for herself, but because whenever his 'no rules' rule blew up in someone's face, you were usually the one cleaning the mess if Clarke and the others weren't around. The one patching up wounds, calming down panicked delinquents, reassuring the young ones, making sure nobody died.

So, yeah. He had a tendency of pissing you off every other day.

In that same breath—even if Bellamy would never admit it himself—he was constantly around the other drama-attracted ones. Clarke and Wells were your least favorite offenders, of course. Self-righteous, kids of the privileged, blah blah. You get the gist. But the rest of the delinquents were fine. Tolerable, even.

Which was why you had no idea why the hell Roma and Bree suddenly iced you out.

You weren't exactly close with the two, but you got along well enough. One night chilling around the fire, trading jokes and half-burnt meat. The next? Roma wouldn't look at you without a sneer wrinkling her face. Bree stopped showing up to hangouts if she even thought you might be there.

Again, you weren't friends exactly. But you never had beef either. Not until suddenly, apparently, you did.

You had let it go for a while. Bigger problems to handle, like not getting killed by a Grounder, or starving to death, or some fucked-up mutated animal mauling you. But then the two moved out of Bellamy's tent and into their own, and the weird vibes had turned sour. Suspicious, even. You were never one to believe in superstition, but your left ear had been itching at you like a mosquito made a home there. Didn't take much to figure out who was talking shit about you.

…but what the hell happened?

You wouldn't get an official answer until wall duty one night—Harper on your left, Monroe on your right, all three squinting into the dark as the crickets chirped loudly in the background.

(You also had never imagined how loud Earth would be. But it just replaced the constant mechanical whirring of the Ark.)

"Alright y'all," you began, gaze flicking between the two women. "I gotta ask. Please tell me you've noticed Roma and Bree acting weird lately."

A snort left Harper. "You mean how they act like you just took a shit in their bed?"

Comforted by the fact she had noticed too, you lightly smacked her arm with the back of your hand. "Okay, good! I'm glad it's not just me. I haven't even spoken to them in a while—we were fine one night, then they starting ignoring me completely. What gives?"

Suspiciously quiet, Monroe's eyes fixated on the treeline. But you saw the shift. The way her back straightened, the way her lips pressed into a thin line.

Also noticing, Harper raised an eyebrow at her. "You know anything?"

No answer but a thick swallow.

"C'mon, Zoe. Spill." You nudged her with your boot. "I'm in the dark here, man."

Even Harper leaned in, eyes glinting with interest.

A sigh, but Monroe admitted, "I might've overheard them talking…with a few of the other girls."

Oh god. What did that mean? Your stomach dropped. "About what?"

Harper already looked wary. "Zoe, if it's—"

"Bellamy said your name during a threesome."

Silence.

Not even the crickets could save that one.

You blinked. Once, twice. Laughter erupted out of you, quickly cut off by you smacking a hand over your own mouth. You glanced around like your giggling might attract Grounders. Harper let out a disbelieving laugh, too. Though, more uncertain than amused.

Then the two of you saw Monroe's expression. How her blink lengthened as she turned away.

Oh.

Oh.

Amusement died in your chest.

"Huh?!"

Later that night, when your shift ended and Miller took over, you thought about going back to the bonfire for a last snack before heading to bed. No, you weren't stewing in the knowledge that Bellamy fucking Blake had apparently moaned your name while having a threesome with Roma and Bree.

Of course not.

(…what the fuck.)

You had barely stepped past the tents when you spotted the two women by the first, laughing at something another delinquent with them had said, their body language light and free in a way that made your skin crawl. Still somewhat hidden behind a group of makeshift homes, you froze.

...Listen. You weren't a coward. Promise. But drama was only fun when it wasn't yours. You liked to spectate, to listen in—not be part of it. So you turned around—

—and smacked straight into a wall of warmth and woodsmoke.

Hand midair, Bellamy stood, as though he was just about to tap your shoulder. Now, it just hovered awkwardly between you two until he dropped it back to his side. "My bad." He cleared his throat. "I was looking for you earlier."

Spine stiffening, you stepped back slightly. "…why?"

"I—"

Oh, hesitation from him was not a good sign.

"—Can we talk?”

You swallowed thickly. "I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"Watch duty tonight."

He raised an eyebrow.

Fuck. You dumbass. Yeah, of course he knew you were lying—he made the goddamn schedule.

Before he could call you out on it, you marched past him, but of course—of course—he followed you past the tents, further spread apart the farther you two moved from the center of the camp, and into the quieter section by the outskirts where you had set up your new home.

"I just want to talk," he said once the sounds of laughter were a dull hum behind you.

"You? Talk, and not yell at someone?" You didn't look at him. A low blow, you knew.

"Yeah, well. Maybe we should."

You rolled your eyes and kept it pushing. "Look, if this is about the wall or someone messing with your food system again—"

"It’s not, and you know it."

The two of you paused as you reached your tent, the plastic flap rippled slightly in the breeze. You reached for the tie of the entrance—

A hand closed gently around your wrist. Not a hard grip, but firm enough to make you freeze in place.

Ooh, you wanted to yank yourself free so bad. So bad. But instead, patiently, you exhaled slow through your nose and said flatly, "Let go."

"I will. Just listen for a second."

The silence stretched. Finally, you met his eyes.

"I… I'm guessing you heard," he said quietly.

You scoffed. "Me, and half the camp, apparently."

Grip loosening ever so slightly, he winced. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"Bullshit." You yanked your wrist back. "Whatever you did, it was bad enough that Roma and Bree won't even talk to me. I had to find out from Monroe!"

"I know. I know it was shitty." He sounded frustrated now—with himself, not you. "It wasn't about them."

"No shit."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't want to do this like...this."

…oh.

Strangely, that sparked something in your chest.

"Do what, Bellamy?" You crossed your arms. "Make things even weirder between us?"

He stepped closer. You did not move. Refused to. Not even as tension spiked between you two, sparks flaring.

"Listen, I'm not…" A sharp exhale left him. "I'm not good at this, alright? Talking. Feelings. Whatever."

"Apparently not good at fucking without pissing people off, either."

The words slipped out of you.

That earned a faint smirk, like he couldn't help it. You hated how much you wanted to kiss it off his dumb, pretty face.

"That's exactly why I keep thinking about you." He murmured.

Your eyes narrowed.

"Not just… like that," he added quickly. "I mean, yeah. Obviously that too. But you're the only one who ever calls me out on my shit."

…and for once, he left you speechless.

"I said your name because I wanted it to be you," he admitted, and this time, he met your eyes. "That's the truth. I wanted it to be you."

Your throat bobbed with a thick swallow, brain stalling. No sarcastic comeback, no quip or barb or a laugh to deflect the suddenly honest confession from him. You just stood there, wide-eyed.

Shit. You didn't know what his game was. Didn't know if there even was a game or if this was just another fucked-up Bellamy Blake moment—half-formed, emotionally-charged, and dropped at your feet like a live grenade.

…but honestly?

Yeah, no. You weren't going to pass this up.

Because something in the way he said it—"I wanted it to be you"—lodged itself under your flushed skin. A splinter you couldn't ignore.

Dammit.

Slowly, you pulled back the flap of your tent and jutted your head toward the entrance.

A blink in response. Surprise. Bell's mouth parted slightly, then closed like he thought better than to speak. Glancing behind him, he checked around, then ducked his head and slipped inside.

And as he passed?

You smacked his ass.

Hard.

He jolted. Practically jumped out of his boots.

You snickered and followed him in, not even pretending to be subtle about the way you pulled the flap down and tied it shut.

Bellamy turned toward you slowly, brow furrowed, lips twitching like he didn't know whether to be annoyed or intrigued.

Good.

You liked keeping him on his toes.

"Seriously?" he asked, but his voice was already looser, warmer.

"You're the one who said you wanted it to be me," you shrugged, taking a slow step forward. "Don't act surprised now."

His jaw tightened, a scoff turning his lips into an incredulous smile, as if he thought you would just tease him just to mess with him.

An irritating expression.

Your fingers twitched.

Oh, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Hooking your thumbs into the collar of his jacket, you shoved it down his arms without ceremony.

No protest. He barely blinked.

The jacket barely had a chance to touch the ground before your hand gripped the collar of his shirt.

Before you kissed him.

Mouth open, teeth catching on his lower lip before you sucked it between yours and bit—just enough to make him grunt and clutch at your hips like he was trying to steady both of you.

Big, calloused hands.

Restless.

Sliding from your waist to your jaw, back down to your sides like he couldn't decide where he wanted you most.

You didn't give him time to choose.

Grabbing the belt loops of his pants, you yanked him forward until you were chest-to-chest, swallowing the curse he let slip into your mouth.

Not even a little bit of resistance.

His mouth moved against yours like he had spent nights thinking about it. Matched your pace. Matched the desperation behind each slid of your lips.

Sure, he had height on you. And you could feel how he tried to trip you into falling on your cot.

Amateur move.

You saw it coming the second his stance shifted, the subtle step of his boots like he thought he was still in charge. Like you would just let him manhandle you into the bed like every other person he had ever hooked up with.

Hah.

Instead, you hooked your leg behind his, twisted your weight, and slammed him onto your sleeping bag in a controlled fall.

A startled grunt left him as he hit the cot.

Before he could think twice, think of retaliating, you straddled him—thighs on either side of his hips, hands braced on his chest.

Wide eyes met yours. Breathless.

"You—" he started, but you shut him up with another kiss, slower this time.

…maybe a tad bit meaner. A nip here and there.

When you pulled back, you smirked down at him. "You're sexier when you shut the fuck up."

Anything he had planned to say died in his throat, but my words seemed to flick a switch in him.

Because of course Bellamy wasn't the kind of guy who just gave up control. Even lying on his back, even with your hips rolling forward to make him groan, you could feel him trying to keep some illusion of power: His fingers digging into your sides, guiding your rhythm; mouth chasing yours as if he were the one the one setting the pace.

Cute.

You let him pretend. Just for a minute.

Then you leaned down, grabbed both of his wrists, and pinned them above his head.

The little sound he made?

Downright devastating.

His chest rose and fell under you, and for once, Bell didn't argue.

Moving back, your hands skirted down his arms, over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one snap at a time.

His eyes never left yours.

"You do this often?" he asked, his voice rough around the edges.

"What, dominate emotionally constipated revolutionaries in tents?" you deadpanned, tugging his shirt open. "Only the hot ones."

A huff of a laugh left him, but it died quick when you leaned down and licked a slow stripe from his collarbone, up his neck, stopping just below his earlobe. His hands twitched like he wanted to grab you again. He didn't.

Good boy.

You rewarded his obedience by rocking your hips forward, slow, sending sparks up through your lower abdomen. He cursed and bucked up instinctively, but you ground him back down with a firm roll of your own body.

God, you liked him like this. Breathless, quiet.

Almost new, not seeing him bark orders or argue about ration counts or overreact over his sister.

Just you, him, and heat pooling where you two were connected.

And this time, when he couldn't resist touching you again? You couldn't bring yourself to punish him.

Starving, desperate, his hands slid under your shirt, over the bare skin of your back, up your spine like he wanted to memorize every inch. A sigh left you as you leaned forward, pressing your chest against his.

"Didn't expect this," he muttered against your throat.

"Which part?" you breathed, goosebumps running up your spine. "The part where you said my name during sex with two other girls, or the part where I'm grinding you into my cot?"

His groan rumble through his chest, through yours. "Both."

Fuck.

Your lips found his again, his fingers tangling in your hands as you shifted, bodies sliding together. He tasted like some sort of meaty food and the ache of something long-denied.

"You're gonna ruin me," he whispered when you two parted.

Mmn. He was right about that.

You hummed your agreement.

Hands tight around your waist, his fingers dug in as if he thought he could control the pace from down there—like he could pull you down and make you move the way he wanted.

Cute.

You smiled sweetly at him, and his eyes widened as he noticed a glint in your eyes.

He tried grinding up against the slick heat between your thighs, but your thighs were stronger. You held steady. Just enough resistance to make him groan, to make his eyes flutter half-shut like he was losing his damn mind under you.

You would not be his peace.

Not yet.

One hand slid up his chest, over the rough stubble of his jaw, cupping his face. Not sweetly, but to keep him still. To control where he looked.

To keep his eyes only on you.

And then you licked him.

One long, unbroken stripe from his collarbone to the shell of his ear.

You felt the tremble in his chest, in his thighs, in the twitch of his cock still trapped in his pants. A violent shudder. He tried to keep still, tried not to buck again, but he failed. His hips jerked up into yours, seeking friction like a starved man.

You smiled against his jaw, smug and sharp.

"Easy," you murmured. "You'll get what you want. Just not yet."

Your hands went to your belt, unbuckling with a slow flourish.

Bellamy's breath caught.

You let him undo the buttons of your pants. Let him slide his hands under the waistband like he was going to peel them open—

Until you grabbed both wrists and slammed them back down against the bedroll.

Swallowing thickly, his eyes widened.

You grinned. "You didn't think I'd let you off that easy, right?"

Before he could protest, you wrapped your belt around them. Tight, but not painful. Snug enough that he wasn’t going anywhere.

You vaguely heard him breathe out a curse, but you were too busy adjusting, sitting back on his thighs, shifting deliberately over the bulge straining in his cargo pants. Another mutter left him, eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched like he was doing math in his head just to stay calm.

You stood.

His brows drew together. "Wait—"

Then your pants were at your knees.

And your underwear?

You peeled them off, nice and slow. Made a show of it. Then dropped the whole bundle right on his face.

Bellamy sputtered.

You laughed.

He turned his head, sputtering out fabric like he couldn't decide if he was humiliated or into it.

(He was into it. Very, very into it.)

By the time your garments slipped off his face, you were already crouched between his legs, unbuttoning his cargo pants. Your fingers dragged the zipper down, slow, deliberate. You didn't bother pulling them off completely. Just down enough to get access.

To see.

To feel.

Because the tent in his briefs was obscene. Thick. Desperate. Pulsing. A wet blemish at the very tip.

You slid forward and ground down against him again, your bare heat pressed around him through thin fabric.

His hips bucked, involuntary.

A pleased sigh left you, audible enough to watch his reaction.

His head fell back, chest arching.

Cupping his face again, you loomed over him, lips brushing against his, chaste.

Not for long.

You swiped your tongue against his bottom lip, coaxing—no, commanding—his mouth open. When he did, you took full advantage.

Shameless, you slid your tongue into his mouth, half-lidded eyes watching his reaction as you gathered his tongue in your mouth, wrapping your lips around it before sucking hard.

Completely wrecked.

You could tell by the way his hands strained against the belt, trying to grab you. The way his hips kept pushing up, chasing friction, craving your weight like a drug.

And when you pulled back?

A dazed look met yours.

You weren't done. Not even close.

"Did you think about all this?" You couldn't help but ask as you grabbed his jaw again, tipping his head back.

He didn't have a chance to answer.

Not when you let a string of spit slip from your mouth into his.

You watched it land.

Watched his throat bob as he swallowed it down without thinking.

And you felt it—how he hardened even more underneath you, cock straining against the fabric, painful to remain untouched.

"God," he groaned. "Please—"

You didn't let him finish.

You kissed him again, tongue filthy, claiming his mouth like you owned it. Like you owned him. Your nails scraped down his sides, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his briefs.

No more games.

You dragged his briefs down, slow enough to savor the sight of his cock springing free—hard, flushed, already leaking at the tip. The head tapped against your dripping heat as you moved to straddle him again.

No hesitation.

Didn't need to. Already wet, aching.

You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, tight heat stretching around him, swallowing him whole.

Eyes rolling back, he let out a ragged, shaky moan.

You paused with him fully inside you, walls fluttering around his length, clenching without mercy.

Sweat plastering his curls to his forehead, a flush rising in his cheeks, he was completely wrecked.

And you?

You looked down at him like a feast. Chest heaving. Smirk curling your lips. Fingers splayed across his pecs, groping, grinding down slow.

"You wanted this," you whispered, rolling your hips just enough to make him groan. "Could've had anyone, but you said my name, right?"

He nodded desperately, the belt around his wrists creaking.

"Good," you murmured. "Then you better take what I give you."

You leaned in and dragged your tongue across his jaw again, whispering filth into his skin as you rode him—slow at first, then faster. Deeper. Making sure every thrust, every squeeze knocked a sound out of him.

He had no control now.

Not with his hands tied, not with your pace, not with your mouth licking and biting at every inch of skin you could reach. Not when you kissed him like you wanted his tongue down your throat.

Bellamy Blake had no idea what he was in for.

But he would learn tonight.

Thighs trembling, you pushed past the ache and slammed your hips down over and over again, the sound of wet skin on skin making you flush.

Or maybe it was the way his cock buried inside you, thick, pulsing, stretching you full until your head spun.

Ugh. Of course he'd have a nice dick.

It drove you crazy, the way the fat head of his cock teased against that sweet, devastating spot deep inside. Your hole instinctively clenched around him, greedy and slick and wanting more. And from the way Bellamy groaned beneath you—shameless, teeth gritted, brow furrowed as he concentrated on not finishing early though his eyes never left the place where your bodies met—you knew it was driving him feral too.

"Holy shit," he hissed out a whisper.

You leaned forward, angling your hips, chasing that perfect spot. The insides of your thighs strained, a delicious burn. Your forehead brushed his—

A shift.

Body pitching forward, you blinked in surprise as a pressure at your back pressed your chest against his, arms trapped between the two of you.

A pressure at your back.

Still bound at the wrist with your belt, Bellamy had moved his arms down and around you. Tight. Using the strength of his forearms, the position, to trap you.

Exactly where he wanted you.

"Bell," you breathed shakily, half warning, half want.

He just turned his head until his lips brushed your ear, voice dropping like gravel as he said,

"Got you now."

Oh, fuck.

Before you could even try to regain your footing—

Your body bounced with his thrust. Not fast. Not jack-rabbit wild.

Deep.

He rocked up into you with precision, each thrust pushing every inch of his cock inside. The belt strained at your back, his forearms wrapped tight around your waist as leverage.

And when he shifted his hips just slightly, hitting that spot head-on?

"Fuuuck," tore from your throat, raw, raspy as you clung to him, breath coming in stutters with every roll of his hips, nails digging into the muscle of his pecs. Almost instinctively, your body rocked with his, matching his mind-numbing rhythm.

Truthfully?

You didn't mind.

Your thighs had begun to burn, your knees aching, your stamina shot from the earlier pace. This? This was good. This let you feel everything. Every inch. Every drag. Every pulse of heat and stretch and need.

Bellamy moaned under his breath, words slurred with lust. "God, your so fucking tight."

You clenched around him just to hear the broken sound he made.

Slow and deep and punishing, his cock mercilessly hit that devastating angle, your bodies locked together so close there wasn’t even space for air—skin sliding and suctioning with a noise that would've made you cringe if you weren't focused on that low, growing pressure deep in your belly.

His thrusts stuttered, and you could tell he was getting close.

Moving your hand out between your bodies, you found his cheek. Cupped it.

His eyes snapped to yours instantly, wide and dark, pupils blown.

You dragged his face to yours, kissed him deep, greedy, sucking on his tongue like you had earlier.

Kissed him like he was the last good thing left on Earth.

Unconsciously, your hole squeezed with pleasure, and he groaned into your mouth, loud, desperate.

Full-body tremble.

His warmth spilled into you as he came, your own orgasm slicking him up further as the two of you shuddered. You swallowed his sounds down your throat like it was yours to keep, and he kissed you back, wild and messy like he wasn't ready to let go of the high just yet.

You were drunk on it. On him.

His arms stayed wrapped around you, belt still tight, bodies still tangled. And for the first time since hitting the ground, you didn't push him away.

Not when he panted beneath you like that, hearts pounding in sync.

Not when you felt full in every sense of the word.

You stayed there, pressed to his chest, still joined.

And Bellamy—silent, for once—just held you.

You had no idea what camp would see that next morning, but you got the full play-by-play from your friends at breakfast.

Bellamy, shirt inside-out, belt coiled in one hand, and most notably: walking just a little funny, rubbing at his lower back with a pleased smirk.

[jazeswhbhaven]

A Lazy Man's Body Pillow | Belphegor Attacker | Summary | SPOILERS

Hey y'all! Like the fancy thing I did with the above banner? Ngl the hardest part was compressing the damn thing because I apparently made it way to fucking large lol But anyways, it seems this time around a lot of y'all were able to get his card which shows some promise that the gacha rates have changed? Maybe?? We'll seeeeeeee

Usually I do the entire "summary then screenshot" thing but I realized that format works better for exclusive cards than ones we're gonna see in 3 months. So we're back to my, "screenshots with commentary" format. Let's hope I can do this with only 29 screenshots 😭

Let's kick it off with

So it seems that MC has won some kind of "lottery", but there's no foolin' MC when it's very blantantly written on the back of the ticket that the host Kingdom is Niflheim and it didn't take much for Beleth to admit that he did some slick shit just so he could go on....

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v a c a t i o n .

Now, I love Beleth. Love me some him. But I'll be damned if he sets me up randomly to babysit his lazy ass King/Husband (I don't make the rules). But oh well we're fucking here, would of been nice if you, idk just asked me, Beleth 💀

So we get some lore about how Niflheim's palace works! We were told that it was militaristic, cutthroat and what not. Turns out it's ran like a huge office, everyone pushing paperwork, moving around boxes, they even have departments and they have to get Belphie's approval of things.

It has me wondering honestly why they're so busy? Like in each country I've noticed there's paperwork to file or sign and I'm just like please don't let Hell be like this if it exists because I'd cry like wtf I died to leave this shit on Earth not relive it again??? lol

But what I really noticed is that Niflheim has these cute demon cats similar to Harumon running around and earning their keep. I wish my cats could get a job and help with these bills they rack up.

there goes my baby......

AHEM

I mean...hi, hello here to work part-time because I can't be bothered to work full-time because idk unless you want me to work full-time where I'm your secretary 😏😏😏

So after Belphie pretty much half-assed explained where the breakroom and offices are in the palace, here's Vassago! Though he seems like he's pretty chill, I can sense he's actually annoyed that he has to monitor MC and "train" them. It reminds me of starting a new job and the mentor they set you up with is either overly excited or basically acts as if they don't want to be there. Or you get that rare one who's happy as fuck to mentor you because that means they don't have to do what they were normally doing.

Also, it seems that tension between Agares/Vassago and the Niflheim crew is evident. He respects Beleth and Belphegor's titles but when it comes to loyalty it's always gonna be to Agares.

FOR NOW THO

And during this little interaction, Belphie gets tired of them talking so much so he pretty much yeets MC's clothes off. No one cares though because they're too busy working.

Here is the first instance of Belphie not caring about MC's feelings or comfort. I imagine most folks would not just wanna be striped naked in a epicenter of busy office workers. All because....we were talking too much? 😭 P L E A S E

I won't lie though, separating myself from MC-

if that man wanted to shut me up, this is way to do it 💀

Vassago tellin' it like it is. "Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout y'all bein' treated like guests" had me cackling because he basically said "Bitch you thought...."

Vassago got the time. Don't mess with him.

So now we're back to MC being naked, and ofc they hate it so they ask for clothes. The only thing available to fit them is a maid uniform (I'll showcase both fits for fem and masc mc in another post) because that's what Belphie likes.

freak

I know somethin' else that will fit real nice too, *sips tea*

with his smug ass lookin' face.

And it's funnier because if you remember in Levi's maid card...he's the one that gave him the maid hentai book in the first place so we already know why he likes that maid outfit....

also....notice how no one else has to wear it?

this is on purposssseeeeeeeeeeee

And now we get to the part where Belphie leans on MC asking for them to carry him. I always wondered if we could carry him??? I imagine devils are way heavier and the gravity works differently in Hell, like maybe a lot of things are heavier than usual? Or maybe lighter? In this universe Hell seems to be in a completely different realm/planet than Earth instead of that "underground" theory.

With that being said, I'm pretty sure we're able to carry him, but he's still fucking heavy since the description says MC was five times slower than Vassago. And on top of that he's telling MC where to go...which is the least he can do considering they can't keep up with Vassago lol

I also like the little attitude he gets if you get mouthy with him. But the thing about it, is that once again MC yields to it 😭 like I wanna know what happens if you just dropped him on the floor 💀

Now we've made it to where MC has reached a dining room. Vassago in so little words said that MC was going to be feeding Belphie, and how to be a perfect subordinate. We even get a cameo from Agares, and Vassago immediately goes into servant mode showing MC how it's done.

And then-

I'm sorry y'all but I lost it when he started doing this....

First....feeding him, making sure his glass is full and then he pretty much starts fingering me during????? AND SAYS ITS WARM AND PERFECT TO TAKE A NAP BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS HELLO???

I fear I would crumble

A funny part though is that MC tried to protest, and Vassago was like don't you fucking dare >__> because he instructed them to only speak when spoken to lol

I'm enjoying Vassago rn because he really is that guy. Like don't make his job harder than it needs to be and he doesn't have to chide as much.

And this really shows when MC is told to strip naked and clean the stairs, no underwear either????

Vassago literally says that's MC's job as a maid, and Belphie was no help, basically only stating to take off their clothes and clean the stairs.

damn we strict here ain't we?

I'd like to pause and talk about MC's dynamic with Belphie real quick. Clearly, Belphie's way of interacting with MC is that they are simply just someone to clean, cater, and do what he says just like the rest of his subordinates around him. There's no special treatment, no favor, no anything. For once we get to see a different perspective of how Belphie treats them versus any one else. Satan, Mammon, Lucifer, not even Leviathan would make MC clean their palace naked. Asmo? Well...the only reason they'd be naked is...lol I believe Belphie is actually the only King that doesn't show MC any special bias. I mean even Beleth pretty much skiddadled the fuck outta there once it was clear that MC couldn't leave and he was officially on vacay. And I can understand exactly why....this is how things run in Niflheim and in the event the devils of this region were even thrilled to get a day off if Belphie won the contest. NOW compared to how he acted toward MC when he wins the contest versus now, could very much have to do with the circumstance, and tbh it could of happened before or after or this is a completely different timeline altogether. If y'all remember Beel's selfie card, he treated MC very poorly as if he had no idea who they were and even belittled them for a "lack of experience". Certainly though, that was probably a "clone" of his or it was the real Beel and he just hadn't met MC yet prior to.

Going back to Belphie's card though...and MC cleaning the stairs naked....we get another cameo....

DRE IN THE HOUSEEEEE

So yeah ofc he didn't care MC was there naked, he literally can't see them. But I'm pretty sure he's aware they are there on the stairs since he walked past them no problem.

I laughed here because MC's thigh sweat or pre-cum whatever the hell it was dripped on the floor and Dre was like 🤨🤨🤷‍♀️ and just left. He does NAWT careeeeee lmao

If we're being honest he probably smelled them too. But as per usual he's got his mind on other things. No time for whatever foolishness is goin' on here.

Also, to mention that MC says that they felt putting on the maid outfit rewired something in their brain to where even though they are embarrassedthey still wanted to do whatever Belphie ordered them to do.

imma be honest, for me it would be because i'm tryna get that dick so yeah i'll listen....he already stuck his fingers in the coochie so let's gooooooooooo

And Belphie does more shit that I like....because he play around too much.

-While getting him dressed, he had a hard on just out and about -MC was being told be focused and silent while serving tea and he just comes up and grabs them in their chest to get them to make a noise

LIEK STOP PLAYIN' WITH ME BRO I WILL LITERALLY just do nothing and let you do it I'm weak just please keep touching me.

Bathin was concerned about MC being there, and Gusion clocked MC's ass and was like "Yeah you like this shit don't you?"

He claims it's because there's always patterns he can read where can tell immediately if someone is "that type" that claims they hate something but they really like it.

he would have clocked me on a lot things then because damn

"Ha, caught yo ass." 💀💀💀💀💀💀

But then both he and Bathin realize quickly that this is all a roleplay to Belphie based off the maid hentai series he owns. So remember what I said earlier? Yup it's confirmed...he's really just doin' this shit on purpose to fulfill the fantasies of one of his favorite series.

It has me wondering.....how many other series he would play out and how many cosplay outfits he has for that playtime....

Belphie a freak and I like it.

Hol' up, how we get here???

Glad to tell y'all.

Vassago came up in the hallway, to much of Gusion and Bathin's distaste...and told MC the rules of putting Belphie to sleep. Bathin and Gusion in so little words told MC that Beleth is really the only one who can deal with Belphie's horrible sleeping habits and "good luck with that". At 10 pm exactly, everyone locked their doors in the entire palace.....

literally me if I were MC because what the hell is going on.....

So there is MC, taking out their notebook to write down what Belphie does in his sleep, only to then doze off because they're rightfully tired...and then bam there's Belphie jackin' it in front of them.

NOW ME y'all already know what time it would be.

locked in, mouth wide open, ready to serve customer service. *plays cupcakke songs in the background*

So our boy is a leaker, and for this part here, MC is basically sitting there in the dim light watching him stroke himself and he's like half-awake. The way that it's described that the room is hot, smells like him, and MC is sweating has me being like "damn probs humid as fuck in that room but aight"

And then...Belphie suddenly realizes that MC is in the room with him. And because of that now all hell has broke loose.

Okay well you ain't gotta ask me twice, I'll spread whatever hole I have available sir.

YESSIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

cumhole, cumslut, cumdumpster, whatever you need I'm available 24 hours for ya.

He even tells MC to swallow it....like????? he even threatened to get Vassago to come in if MC kept hesitating and I'm just imagining a pissed off Vassago coming in being like "Look bitch if you don't get this shit right, it's bad enough I have to come in here...." 💀💀💀💀

This was right after he said he would make sure MC had something to put down in that journal.......

He starts pushing MC outside the room, in his half-dazed state....which I'm like wait this is like a sleepwalking wet dream omg or....a play on sonophilia where you're fucking but still asleep. (which I've written beforeeeeeee with Amon! and for a different fandom, Nanami actually from JJK)

But anyways, we get some lore with how Belphie usually is at night time. He wanders around the halls of the palace ranting like he's drunk, or thinking there's an angel going around, just basically causing trouble and everyone locks themselves up during his bad sleep habits. I imagine he does this every goddamn night so that's why everyone is shut in their offices at 10pm.

Gusion is concerned about working overtime and getting off early, Bathin is planning to use Harumon to move MC somewhere else if it gets bad, and then there's Vassago.....thinking about how he's going to give Agares ripe oranges in the morning😭

Bless him.

MC asked how far they were going, Belphie stops and starts making out with them....love me a man who doesn't care that his spunk is all in your mouth and tongues you down like he did.

f u c k

Now this is him suckin' on some titties....and I'm just like MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE HIM AN EATER RIGHT NOW LIKE???? MOVE YA HEAD LOWER???????

He'd be such a lazy ass with eating you out or giving head but at least he'd do it because he's half asleep and horny as fuck.

Tellin' MC they can't clean right, they can't smile right or doing anything correct but got them bent over and losing their mind.

these backshots about to go crazy

And like??? I'm not even mad at how he's doing this....dude has a warped idea of what a maid is based on his favorite series and he's playing that out foreal.

And here, his philia came into play. He says that MC tryin' hard to work givin' it their all and going above and beyond turns him on more than anything else in the world. And I'm just like oh....so that's what this is like...

ooooo weeeee

Yes'm. I know, lemme show youuuuuuuuu 💖💕🥴🥴😌

he's so hot I can't stand him y'all

I levitated.....

this was after MC begging him to put his dick in, and him asking why they were begging....and hfuankjxnf,ajnxfkanlf

DAMN HIM

HELP

And then he told MC to stable themselves cause they were movin' too much. After, MC grounds themselves and he starts fucking them FASTER and deeper

Like.....

He even starts smackin' their ass and telling them to talk cause he likes it, but he wouldn't be listening. (shit, like I'll ramble and moan all day if he's drillin' how he was...)

And BITCH

he told them to stop ordering him around, pulled that thang out said that HE was the master and slipped it right back in. WHEN I TELL YOU SOMETHIN'

that shit was hot as fuck and I need him

GAWD THAT FUCKING FACE FUCK

AND he was that focused and thrusting with effort? PHEW I just know those backshots were astronomical

After that he has MC fuck themselves on him...and then when MC was losing themselves he started smacking their ass again, going faster, and when I tell you he rode that orgasm out to the end of time?

he wore himself and mc out

I'm tellin' y'all I needed a cigarette, I need a drink, I needed an edible SOMETHING after reading that because phew.

I don't really bother to self-insert in most otomes and stories, but during this spice? I had to and it was an experience.

Now going to the climaxxxx

Belphie is all cute bein' like "carry me darlin'" and just falls asleep on top of MC and MC just falls asleep naked on the floor with him. They end up in Belphie's room in his bed and Beleth is there just smilin' and shit.

He explains that he knows Belphie's sleep schedule right down to the days and that last night happened to be one of his "relief" nights meaning that he has a cycle. And usually Beleth just knocks him out, which sounds like he punches him?

Now, I've noticed here that PB doesn't really do the whole "confirming cxc content" but I'm gonna go a whim and assume that Beleth does in fact fuck Belphegor sometimes during these relief nights. Beleth also has special conditions when it comes to sex so the punching Belphie to sleep method also makes sense.

Then, Belphie does a cute thing and pulls MC in like a pillow and says he knows they aren't a pillow because none of them are as nice as MC's body so there was no need to explain nothin' to him.

He's super adorable when he's not being a little shit, huh?

AND THAT'S THE END FOLKS!

Overall Score (unbiased): 9.5/10!

This score is because the smut writing really has gotten a little better since the beginning of this game. Now others will have different opinions on this, but I at least noticed some improvements on that front. Also, because I just didn't really care for MC having to be run ragged like they were and Beleth just yeeting them to the void like that. But oh well, it just shows that not every devil or fallen angel we meet is gonna be biased to treating MC a certain way and that within itself is refreshing.

Now when it comes to self-insert purposes, I suspect that the majority would not like like Belphie treats MC at all. This is understandable, but this is also part of his character that I like. Pretty much everyone is on the same level to him in terms of usefulness and that's that. You gotta work hard to earn his favor, and clearly that seems to work out toward the end when he's snuggling up to MC like he is.

Also when you think about it, a niche roleplay based off your fave series can only be used with someone you particularly like, which means he felt that MC would fit this role instead of one of his subordinates, and he puts MC on the same level as Beleth because I'm very certain he has Beleth do some cosplay shit with him.

Plus Beleth would look bangin' in a maid costume.

Now if y'all want my BIASED opinion, this card is 100+/10 because I liked Belphie doing his weird shit during the maid thing, him barking orders that were half-assed or sometimes direct, and then the fingering under the table thing....

i'm sorry that just does something to me.

plus...all of this...the theme and the superiority thing reminds me of Sukuna from JJK and he would definitely humiliate you too just like this for amusement.....and idk I'm a Sukuna stan so...😩

The next post will be about his likability chats, a link to peek at his adore mode, and I'll be talking about his date story! So stay tuned. Again thank y'all for any interactions, reading my rambles and summaries and I hope you enjoyed his card like I did ^^ -yourlovelyadmin Jaze(✿◡‿◡)

[luvyeni]

HAVING A THREESOME 𖹭 엔하이픈 ( reaction ) !

genre smut 𖹭 warning threesomes , gxg mxm mxf themes, unprotected sex , pegging, sub jake — parings enhypen hyung line x fem reader | back to library .

— how enhypen would feel when you ask them for a threesome.

「 authors note 𖹭 」 my first time writing a enha member as a sub and i'm not mad at it.

﹙ 𐙚 : heeseung﹚ .ᐟ

heeseung is freaky so i think he definitely would be interested in having a threesome; he wouldn't mind having one with a girl but it wouldn't be his first choice , he doesn't really feel all too comfortable with fucking another girl but he's not gonna lie , watching you kiss a girl would be hot , but he definitely doesn't want to kiss her. i think he'd want to fuck you with one of his friends , jake or sunghoon. he want to watch them fuck you , before he does , most likely be into double penetration as well , both of them fucking you at the same time , he just want to show how pretty his girl looks while she's being fucked past her limits by his friend.

"see how pretty she looks when she's cumming , keep fucking her and watch her squirt."

﹙ 𐙚 : jay﹚ .ᐟ

jay would never agree to a threesome, he's way too territorial over you , and he definitely doesn't want to fuck another girl. if you ask him ; he's gonna laugh , thinking you're joking, but when he notices that you're serious his entire faces changes. "you seriously asking me this?" he's pissed off that you would even think about that. "what you want me to fuck another girl , cause that's not happening and if you think im bringing another man in here , like one of my friends you're cute baby but you're as dumb as they come." will end up fucking you right there , face down ass up; showing you that you don't need anyone else in the bed room to pleasure you , make sure you never ask a dumb ass question like that again.

"next time you want me to fuck you dumb just ask , don't ask stupid questions to piss me off."

﹙ 𐙚 : jake﹚ .ᐟ

this mother fucker here , he's down for anything; one of his friends or one of yours he's down either way, jake isn't afraid to admit he'd be down to kiss another dude , like his members , he's also not afraid to admit that he wants to be used by too pretty girls , tie him up and use him , toying and using his cock while he can't do anything but cry and shoot blanks, begging you both to stop even though he doesn't want you too , having you sit on his cock , and the girl sitting on his face , he's in heaven. "let's try something different baby." his eyes widened when you pull out the strapon , he's nervous because he's never had anything up there before but he's such a good boy so he takes it like a champ , he's not gonna lie he did like it more than he thought it would. when he's all gone and fucked out , you let the girl leave and you go take care of your baby.

"i did good right?" "so good baby , you did so good."

﹙ 𐙚 : sunghoon﹚ .ᐟ

he'd say no at first— he likes fucking you and that's it , but of you really want one he might let it go once , but he has to pick who it is— he chooses sunoo , he thinks sunoo would be the perfect person , simply because he know inexperienced sunoo wouldn't fuck you as well as he would and he knew you wouldn't ask again— everyone wins. he'd guide both of you through the entire thing , making sure you both came , showing sunoo how to make you cum , and cum you did. once sunoo left , sunghoon wasn't finished , now he wanted to let you know that it would be the only time someone fucked you besides him , and that no one could fuck you as good as he could.

"he barely made you cum , you see nobody else could make you cum like i can , so don't ask again."

©LUVYENI

[formulaonecrumbs]

hello again :) how about an angst where oscar and reader are high school sweethearts, but the reader starts to notice that fame is beginning to get to oscar’s head and during yet another one of their arguments, he ends up implying that the reader is a gold digger who’s only with him for the money and fame. this hurts her deeply, especially because she’s been by his side long before he even had a shot at making it to formula 1.

how fucking dare you?

Oscar Piastri x high-school sweetheart!reader

summary: oscar lets fame get to his head and accuses reader of being with him for the wrong reasons. it breaks everything.

warnings: explosive argument, accusations, swearing, heartbreak, breakup, angst with no comfort, oscar being a dick.

A/N: not proof read SORRY. i made it as angsty as possible. if u wanted a happy ending for this WHOOPS. this is what u get it 🤷‍♀️ enjooyyy!!!

୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ

they weren’t always like this.

once upon a time, it was easy. gentle. warm. she was the girl sitting cross-legged in the garage, watching him tighten bolts on his kart. the girl who brought him slushies after races and kissed the grease off his cheek. the girl who stayed up late to quiz him on school stuff he’d missed because of training, who snuck out just to lie under the stars with him and listen to him dream.

he used to say things like “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

now he barely looked her in the eye.

everything had changed. slowly at first. one shift at a time, so quiet she almost didn’t notice. the silence between texts getting longer. the way his smile felt more like a photo than a feeling. the way she had to ask to see him, like she was some fan trying to schedule in a moment.

but it all built up. and now it was spilling over.

“you’ve been so fucking distant, oscar,” she snapped, standing in the middle of his too-clean apartment, her voice already shaking. “i don’t even recognize you anymore.”

he barely glanced up from where he stood near the kitchen island, arms crossed. “maybe that’s because you only liked me when i was failing.”

she blinked. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“it means,” he said, sharper now, “that maybe you just liked feeling needed. liked being the one who got to play the part of ‘the supportive girlfriend.’ maybe it made you feel important.”

her heart cracked right down the middle.

“don’t fucking do that,” she said, her voice cracking. “don’t act like i was never there for the real you. i’ve only ever wanted you to win.”

he scoffed. “funny. doesn’t feel like that lately. feels like all you do is complain.”

she took a step back, hands curling into fists. “i complain because you treat me like a stranger, oscar. because i wait days for a reply. because you forget our calls and cancel our plans and talk to me like i’m a fucking burden.”

he didn’t answer. just looked away.

“say something,” she begged.

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” he muttered.

“i want you to admit you’ve changed. that this has changed. that you don’t even try anymore.”

his jaw clenched. “you think this is easy for me? you think i’m just out here living the dream with no stress?”

“no,” she said quietly. “i think you’re out here forgetting who you were before it all. forgetting who stood by you when nobody else even knew your fucking name.”

and then he said it.

the words she’d never thought would come from his mouth.

“maybe you’re just here because of who i am now.”

the silence after was suffocating.

her chest felt like it had caved in.

“what?” she whispered.

he didn’t repeat it. but he didn’t take it back either.

“are you fucking serious?” her voice rose, cracked, broke. “you think i’m some gold-digging fame-chaser? me?”

“i don’t—”

“no. fuck you. don’t you dare backpedal now. don’t you dare twist everything we’ve ever had into that.”

she was crying now. cheeks flushed, hands trembling. “you really think i’ve stayed through all the lonely nights, the stress, the distance, the fucking silence, because i wanted money or attention? i’ve been in love with you since you were that nervous fifteen-year-old with calloused hands and a stupid crooked smile who thought he wasn’t good enough.”

he looked frozen. guilty. but still didn’t move.

“you don’t get to rewrite history like that,” she said, her voice quiet again. dead even. “you don’t get to make me the villain just because it’s easier than admitting you fucked up.”

she grabbed her bag, wiping at her cheeks as she moved toward the door.

“you don’t even see it, do you?” she whispered. “you’ve been gone for a long time, oscar. this version of you… i don’t love him. i don’t know him.”

she turned the doorknob.

“wait,” he said finally, voice small.

she paused.

“i didn’t mean it.”

she closed her eyes. “yeah, you did.”

then she left.

he didn’t follow.

he just stood there, surrounded by everything he thought he wanted.

and none of it felt like home.

THE END :>

[churipu]

THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY'RE IN LOVE ִ ࣪𖤐

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, itadori yuuji, toji fushiguro x reader

warnings. cursing, college! au, toji being a single father during his second term of uni (i searched that most japanese college uses 2 terms or trimester system / 3 terms, 1 term of uni in japan is around 15 weeks apparently) -> please tell me if i get this wrong.

note. omg, for the anons who have sent in requests to me, i apologize if these came out before your requests did, i'm trying to empty out my drafts :( but pls note that i am not ignoring your requests at all, it will be written, i promise <;33

GOJO SATORU

when he finds himself checking his phone countless of times, waiting for your message

i promise you, you both started out as work partners in one of your lectures. the two of you were complete strangers to each other — he doesn't know you, and you don't know him. but, either way, the two of you had to get to know each other because this was a crucial grade to pass this lecture.

gojo never thought about having feelings towards you, his work partner. he thought to himself, he'd just get this work done, pass this lecture, and never see you again.

but fate is a funny thing.

the way you made him feel like he wasn't just special because of his face, but his heart too. whereas most people in campus would consider him the pretty boy who could go head-to-head with the hottest celebrities — they just think of him as a pretty boy. and gojo would just go along with them, he gets used to it.

but you? you didn't consider him special at all. although, you did make him feel special the way other people can't.

gojo deep down, knows he was fucked up the moment he finds himself checking his phone to see if you'd reply to his messages, and when you do, he gets so happy. gojo was never a fast responder to everyone — because he practically receives the same kind of messages, "gojo hang out with us", "gojo go out with me", "gojo i like you".

but with you? he won't waste a second at all. even if sometimes you didn't reply as fast as he does, because you are a busy person in campus. you'll work on that after you both started dating, i promise.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

when you stood up for him when nobody would.

sukuna, how do i say this? not everyone is fond of him, people are scared of him — they talk shit behind his back, and don't dare to approach him. people dreaded when they have to be in the same group with him, despite the fact that he actually works; they still think he's a bad person.

"you guys are talking shit to a person who's in our group, if you want to say something to him, have the balls to say it to his face. and while he's here, why don't you tell him about it?" you tell the two people who were sitting beside you, who had been talking in whispers about how they were unlucky to be grouped up with sukuna.

and sukuna? he could honestly care less, he'd gotten used to those kind of things anyway. but when you actually stood up for him, he could only look at you with an amused smile.

he's definitely curious about you after that day — he has pride. and he'd never admit that he's actually pretty thankful that you, the first person to stand up for him, actually did what you did. because now people are a little terrified of being told off by you.

sukuna finally sucks it up at the end of the semester and tries to talk to you. yes, it took him the whole semester to talk to you, asking you for your number, and then thanking you for what you did because nobody has ever done that before to him.

ITADORI YUUJI

when you went all out to tutor him so he'd pass his lectures, teaching him patiently when he doesn't understand something.

yuuji hates studying. and when his lecturer asked you to tutor him, he feels extremely bad for you — he feels that he'd just going to waste your time tutoring him, when he knows that he's going to fail this one subject.

but when you reassured him, and encouraged him. saying that you will do anything to teach him so that he could pass, he gets a little emotional at the thought. you both were just mere classmates, and he barely knows you, vice versa.

when he doesn't understand a topic, he gets so frustrated at himself for not being able to understand it. but you, you were very patient with the male, reassuring him that you had the time to teach him over so that he will be able to understand the said topic.

and when he does finally understand, he gets so happy. he started looking forwards to your tutoring sessions, and like everyone said: if you enjoy something, it passes by quickly. and it's true, yuuji feels like time went by in a flash, and the exams soon started.

he passed with flying colors, he makes sure that you know about his grades — and points out that without you, he wouldn't be able to pass. yuuji, gets a little upset when he realizes that if the exams are over, you had no more tutoring sessions with him; which meant no more conversations.

so he has to ask you out right then, he didn't want to just return as mere classmates. he wanted to be more than that.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

when you didn't care about his shitty reputation of being a single father while still being on the second term of uni.

being a single parent is hard enough. not to mention, in university. not married, with a baby itself gets a lot of unwanted (negative) attention — toji, who once failed to get a babysitter on a weekday, and so he had to bring his eight month old son to class.

his son—megumi— was a calm baby, thankfully. the young one didn't cry or babble during lectures, and he just slept through it. toji was a little relieved to say the least, but ever since people find out about him being a single father to an eight month old baby, a lot of assumptions and words have gone around.

toji hated group works, especially when he has to pick the group himself. people didn't want a single father to be in their group, they assumed that the male would focus on his baby and ends up deserting the group work.

so when that particular day where he has to bring megumi to campus, strapped on a baby carrier on his chest. his lecturer just had to give out a partner work, and to add the cherry on top; the lecturer left the class to choose their own partner. so the male sat on his place, a pencil in between his nose and upper lip as he puckered them lightly — hearing his classmates choosing each other.

he figured that he could just do this and get the grade himself, solo. but when you came up and slipped into the seat next to him, he was of course surprised.

you asked him if he would like to partner up with you for this work, and after a few seconds, he accepted your offer.

toji knew it was getting bad when you didn't care about what people say about you getting close to him. just by choosing him for this work made your reputation falter a bit, and he was honestly ready for you to back out of the partner work.

but you didn't, and he knew it's bad for him, his feelings, and his heart.

the way you treated him and megumi like they're both normal (which they are normal humans), and the way you always make him feel included makes his heart race. sometimes, when he fails to look for a babysitter when you both are working for this project, you tell him he didn't have to since megumi is a calm baby.

he finds himself in awe when baby megumi plays with you during both of your little meet ups outside of class to do the project. he's in love.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men : Hooking Up As Enemies/ Rivals

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, and Sigma

❗WARNINGS❗: SMUT, MDNI, blindfold, scratching, degrading, praise, biting, pulling, breeding kink, whimpering, moaning, cock warming, overstimulation, choking, etc

🖤DAZAI 🖤

You never liked Dazai. If you were being honest the only thing you liked about him was his looks. Dazai was annoying, sneaky and treated you like shit which made the thought of him disgusting. He was never too fond of you either, yet he also found you pretty attractive. Thus you both somehow found yourselves having sex.

Dazai was on top of you with his cock thrusting deeply into you. He hit every sensitive part of you skillfully which made it hard for you to quiet your moans. Your wet, tight cunt made him grip onto the bed sheets. He didn't think you'd feel this fucking good and it was almost like you were made for his cock.

He was panting slightly "Squeezing me so tightly? And I thought you hated my guts ngh~ but now I'm literally in them~" he smirks

You felt embarrassed by his words and decided to flip yourself over to jump on his cock. You felt better seeing him beneath you and be in a more vulnerable position, but his smirk didn't go away

He put his hands on your hips and looked down to see his cock rub in and out of your tight pussy "Heh~ you look good jumping on my cock like a desperate whore"

"Shut up, It's because you weren't doing that good of a job so I had to take control" you struggled trying not to moan

"Is that so? Hah~ then let me make it up to you since I'm oh so sorry" He flipped you over again, this time pinning your arms above your head as he thrusted deeper into you making you slip out a loud moan

He smiles "You just didn't like me on top, huh? You didn't like how good my cock feels?" He teases you

You looked away from embarrassment and quietly said "Too.. deep- mmn~"

He smiles "Just be honest and say nobody has ever made you feel this good~"

You gave him a fiery look "Mmn~ Shut up and just fuck me"

He didn't like this attitude of yours and decided to just suddenly cock warm himself.

"Idiot, what are you doing?" You asked

"I just thought it'd be nice to hear you beg~ "

"Uh- there's no way" you gave him a disgusted look

He then does 4 deep, fast thrusts into you making you want more and whimper "Come on, tell me you want it~" he says in a low voice and a smirk

You grumbled and looked away. It took you a couple seconds to say something "please...don't stop"

"Hmm? Say it louder~" his smirk becomes wider

You looked at him with an angry look holding back from slapping him. You hate to admit it, but he really was the only man who's ever actually pleased you "please don't stop. I want more" you said trying not to sound too vulgar

He smiles and begins to fuck you relentlessly. His cock hitting deep inside you while throbbing. You both gasp a moan. His grip on your wrists tightened more as you arched your back. Your breasts becoming more perky and drawing his attention

"S-shit hah~ I guess your good with at least one thing" he groans

You started to smirk "Your throbbing so much mmn~ do I make you feel that good~?" You taunted

He then puts a hand around your throat as a way to shut you up, making you tightened more around him

He pants "Your about to cum aren't you?"

"Not even close" you managed to say

He tilts his head "Then this shouldn't be a problem for you"

His thrusts become animalistic and rough, hitting your g-spot which felt like every millisecond. You felt a huge wave of pleasure wash over you and felt your climax coming rapidly "AAH~! F-fuck- w-wait~!"You then came on his cock as you moaned loudly. Twitching and clenching around him.

He smiled while his cock throbbed "look at that~ cumming all over my cock? Ngh~ Didn't you just say I wasn't any good?"

You couldn't even form a sentence and just moaned loudly from over stimulation. Your pitiful moans drove him over the edge. He hated how amazing you felt and how he found his release so quickly "Fuck... Ngh~ fucking shit~!" He moans

With a couple more thrusts, he pulled out of you and came all over your body with a loud groan. His cum was on your stomach, chest, and face. You almost wanted to smirk at how much he came from having sex with you, but you were still calming down from your own climax, too out of breath to make a snarky comment

He smirks while panting "You look prettier with my cum all over you"

You looked at him "I liked you better when you were moaning loudly like a little bitch"

He laughs "That's rich coming from you~"

"Fuck you"

He chuckles "Feel free to come back anytime if you want more~"

"Why on earth would I ever want more from you? Oh I see.. it's you who wants more"

"Only temporarily obviously... Don't act like you don't like the idea of it, princess~"

💚RANPO💚

You and Ranpo almost had the same relationship as him and Poe. They're rivals yet enjoy each other's company. Like Poe you tried to find ways to surpass Ranpo but instead you try to become a better detective. You know it might be impossible, but it's your goal. It was like you and Ranpo were constantly in a competition without hating each other completely. You actually quite liked eachother, but you didn't want to admit that.

One night things escalated and one thing led to another.You were both on a bed as you rode Ranpo's cock. His hands were stuck to your waist and your hands were on his chest to keep you balanced. You were both in pure bliss, moaning and whimpering from the sweet sensation.

"Yea~ so good~ mmn~! More~" Ranpo moaned while throwing his head back

"Its good to know that I can at least put you in this state- mmn~! I'm the only one who can make you like this~" you teased

He just kept whimpering. His hands that were on your waist were trembling from ecstasy. You softly chuckle "Who knew that the world's greatest detective could be such a whimpering mess~"

He slowly starts to smirk "And no other man has ever felt this good huh~? Hah~ It pretty obvious"

You were taken aback from his blunt words. "Ah~! I can say the same when I'm also the only one who's made you like this~" he says while smiles

He sat up by using his elbows to get a better look at you. His tone was deep as he teased you "Don't act so high and mighty~ ngh~!"

You scoff and look down. You hated how right he always was, but then an idea came to your mind. You realized that if there's one thing that makes Ranpo weak it's praise, so you decided to use that against him

You spoke "Your one to talk.. your lucky you feel amazing~"

You saw Ranpo gulp and blush. He smiled softly from the comment. You decided to keep going. You made him sit up to wrap your arms around him and to moan in his ear. Your hand gently pulling on his hair "Your doing such a good job~ ngh~! Such a good boy~ ah~! I can't get enough of you~ mnn~! Your so big and deep~"

You felt his cock throb violently. His whimpers became more loud. It turned you on how you were becoming too much for him to handle. He laid his chin on your shoulder while moaning uncontrollably.

You chuckled gently "The simplest words are enough to drive you crazy~ it's so cute~ yet pathetic" you kissed his ear, making him twitch

He chuckle gently while looking at you "What's pathetic is that you did this expecting me to beg for more of you in the future, but the truth is it's you who will beg for me"

You looked at him offended until he spoke again "Don't be so upset it's not like I'm complaining- ngh~! Not one bit~!"He whispers in your ear "You do feel amazing~ this is the best I've ever felt"

His praise made you crazy. Your cunt twitched as you whimpered against his neck. He smiles "I see even the simplest words make you crazy too"

You began to jump faster on his cock. Both of you moaned louder as you both felt your orgasms coming quickly "Y-yeah~ I'm so close~ i-im going to- ah~! So close~!" Ranpo moaned

"Me too~! Mmn~! Keep going~!"

You both held onto eachother tightly. The sensation was undescribable and incomparable to anything you both have ever felt in your lives. With a few deep, fast thrusts. Ranpo whimpered extremely loudly as he came inside you. His whole body trembling an insane amount. His whimper instantly made you cum with him. Your cunt tightly squeezing the cum out of him and covering his cock with your cum.

While still holding onto eachother you both laid limp onto the bed. Your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beat rapidly. You were both panting heavily and slowly becoming sleepy

"We can do this again tomorrow" Ranpo said in a soft voice

You looked at him shocked but deep down you were happy. He smirks "I already knew you were going to ask so"

You pushed yourself off him "Fuck off"

He laughs while playfully poking your cheek over and over again "Just admit it! your obsessed with me~"

You slapped his hand away while blushing "Fuck you!"

💜FYODOR💜

Your from the ADA and somehow you've found your enemy to be attractive. You hated yourself for it, but the heart wants what it wants. You and Fyodor had an interesting relationship. He too also found you attractive and fascinating, but that didn't stop you from trying to put the guy in jail or him trying to eliminate you.

One night you were fed up and it lead you to finding him in the middle of the night for a hookup. He gave in easily which surprised you, but then again nobody really knows Fyodor, maybe he only agreed because it was part of some plan he has.

You were both on a bed. Fyodor was on top of you as he heavenly fucked you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your hips. If he really wanted to, he would kill you in one second, but you just felt too good he couldn't bring himself to do it. His cock hit all your sweet spots and your wet, tight cunt perfectly rubbed his dick.

Your soft moans were music to his ears"My, my, someone sure is enjoying themselves, hm~?" Fyodor smirks

You clenched his hair "Your one to talk- ah~ your twitching so much agh~ I don't think any woman has ever touched you"

"hmm~ I don't sleep around like you, dear~"

Your eyebrows furrowed "I'm not a slut- mmn~" you moaned while arching your back

He chuckles "It seems like you are for me~ coming to my door and begging like one ah~"

You grumbled "Shut up- mph~"

He then used his thumb to rub your clit. You moaned louder and instinctively wrapped your legs around his body to push him deeper inside you, making you tighter "Your really clamping down ngh~ do I make you feel that good~?" He teases

You looked away in embarrassment "Use your words" he whispers in your ear tauntingly

You didn't respond. He shrugs his shoulders "If that's how you want to play, then..." His thrusts became faster and rough. His cock hitting deep inside you and feeling amazing. You moan louder. He tried to hide his moans and all you felt was his cock throbbing more.

You felt your climax coming quickly"I- I'm gonna- ah~! slow d-down~!" You held onto his shoulder tightly Just as you were about to cum, Fyodor pulled himself out. You looked at him confused

He smiles sinisterly "Beg for it, dear~ just like how you did earlier today"

You scoffed "You really think I'd beg for you?"

"Judging by the way your body quivers, and how you wrap your arms and legs around me. I'd say you will"

Your eye twitched. He brought his face coser to yours. Your foreheads almost touching He tilted his head to the side slightly "No man has ever made you feel this grand~"

You chuckle "I bet you didn't even think sex would feel this good, mudak"

(Translation: asshole )

"Hm? I guess we're done here then" he was getting up to leave, but you grabbed his wrist. His eyes looking at your face that was in defeat

You grumbled as you looked down "Please..Fuck me. Please don't stop"

He held your chin to make you look at him "Why should I?"

"B-because... It feels good" you said trying not to sound disgusted

He smiled widely. All of a sudden he plunged his cock inside you again. You both moaned in satisfaction from the pleasure of being one again. He continues his fast, rough pace. Somehow the pleasure being more intense than before. You loudly moaned from the sensation. You felt your orgasm approaching again

"Ngh~! look at you screaming for me~ let's do it together shall we?" Fyodor grunts

You couldn't form sentences. The more Fyodor looked at the state he's put you in, the faster he felt his climax coming. You both couldn't hold on any longer from the pleasure

He gripped your hips harshly "Ngh~! T-trakhni menya~" he grunted before he came deep inside you

(Translation: Fuck me)

The instant you felt your cunt being filled by his hot cum, you came with him while moaning. Your bodies were only washed over by ecstacy. Twitching and breathing heavily was all you two could do. He looked down to your cum filled cunt "Kak chudesno.. taking it all in" he groans softly

(Translation: how wonderful )

A few seconds after he said that, he pulled out of you and plopped next to you trying to catch his breath. You looked at him while panting "Don't look so pleased.. you look pathetic when you cum"

He chuckles and smirks at you "If I recall, you were the one that was begging for me twice tonight. Seems hypocritical, don't you think?"

You looked at him irritated. You knew he was right. You protested "Well this is the first and last time we'll ever do this"

He got closer to your face and in a deep voice, he said "unfortunately, we both know that's not the case"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were part of the Mafia and Atsushi was part of the ADA. You two have fought eachother every once in awhile, but something about him made you soft, maybe it's because he's actually very sweet, but there's no way you'd ever admit to that. He always got in the way of your plans and it frustrated the hell out of you

Not like he thought of you any different. He didn't like how much of a horrible person you can be, but sometimes he's seen a soft side of you that he believe can be turned into good. You both just found each other fascinating and irritating, yet here you are on a bed.

You were both naked. He was on top of you with his forehead on your shoulder. He thrusted into you at a normal speed, almost tender and soft but he still hit the deepest parts of you. Your wet cunt soaked his cock and made it easy for him to slip in and out of you. One of your arms were in his hair and the other on his back. You both moaned from the pleasure

"Mmn~! W-we shouldn't be doing this- ah~!" He moans against your skin.

He looked worried, but he was just overwhelmed by the pleasure

"Yea, but it's too late to back out now Mmn~! it feels good, doesn't it~?" You responded, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at him

His grip tightened on the sheets "Y-yeah it feels ah~! A-amazing~! But- ngh~!"

"We can stop if you want- ah~ it's just I'll be unsatisfied mmn~"

He moves his head away from your shoulder to get a better look at you "N-no, I can't stop now~ mph~! Even if I wanted to~"

His thrusts became faster making you both moan in ecstasy as you reach closer to your climaxes"Why? Ngh~! Why you out of all people? Ah~" he asks mostly to himself

You scoffed "Mmn~! I ask myself the same thing"

"You've killed and tortured mmn~ yet I can't bring myself to stop~!" He was clearly feeling some type of guilt, but the body wants what it wants

You responded "Not like your any better- ngh~ your such a pushover agh~ your so fucking sensitive" you paused for a second before finishing your sentence "B-but I just can't stay away~ ngh~"

He looks into your eyes slightly surprised. He knows you have a soft spot and he wishes you brought it out more. His thrusts became needy and more vulgar. His thighs slapping against your thighs, hitting your g-spot over and over. You arched your back as you clawed his skin

He felt his release "I c-can't hold it anymore~ ah~! too good~! I-im- ngh~ something's coming~!" He moaned loudly

You held tightly onto him "Just like that~ i-im going to cum~!"

A few more strokes into your wet, warm cunt. He didn't want to make a mess on your body he pulled out and came onto his hand with a loud whimper. His hand was covered in so much of his own cum and you wished it was all over you or maybe even filling up inside you. You came right after him while moaning.

You both stood still in place panting heavily. Atsushi looks at his hand and clean it up with a tissue that's by the bed. He gave some to you too.After you cleaned yourselves up, you looked at him while blushing "Do you mind if I come back tomorrow?"

He jolts slightly from the question and looks away "We shouldn't, but.." he gulps before looking at you "Yeah, I'd like that"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You knew Chuuya by working long enough at the ADA to learn about him. You knew he was part of the Mafia and his ability, but you both had a difficult relationship. You both didn't hate eachother, but it was hard to get along. You don't know why or how y'all started to fight with each other so often, but it's a regular thing. Regardless of your relationship, you found eachother attractive and thus found yourselves hooking up on this night.

You were both on the bed. Chuuya was on top of you as he thrusted roughly into you. At this rate when you wake up tomorrow you won't even be able to close your legs. Your arms were clawing his back which he found such a turn on. You both moaned from the euphoric sensation

"D-damnit it~ why are you so tight for, huh?" He struggled to say without moaning

You chuckle "Heh~ you can't handle me or what, bitch-? AH!"

Chuuya suddenly sunk his teeth into your neck to shut your snarky comment. You tightened from the bite and he twitched "Agh~ It seems like your the one that can't handle me"

You pull his hair roughly making him moan loudly "Ngh~! F-fucking hell!"

His pace became faster which made you squirm a bit and moan. He held your hips still with his hands "D-dont squirm so much! you'll make me- ngh~!" He moans

You smirk "Your throbbing so much Chuuya~ what's the matter? Mmn~ Does it feel that good~?" You taunted

He grumbles "Shut up ngh~ your literally soaking the sheets"

You decided to flip over and get on top of him "Hey! Who said you could- NGH~!"

You cut off his sentence by jumping on his cock. He gripped harshly on your hips as he closed his eyes tightly from the sensual pleasure

"Mmn~ You look kinda cute like this, Chuuya~" you moaned looking down at his pathetic state

His eyebrows furrowed as he grumbled "Ah~ don't ever call me that"

"Fine mnn~ your adorable~" you poked his cheek

His cheeks blushed red as he suddenly flipped you over and got back on top of you. His thrusts were vulgar and deep. You both moaned loudly. The bed shook violently. Your arms were wrapped around eachother. Your arched your back when you felt his cock hit your g-spot and moaned loudly

He smirks "Screaming from my cock~? Fuck~ so fucking good~ seems like your actually good at something"

You digged your nails into his shoulders "I-im gonna- ah~!" You moaned

His eyes were drunk with pleasure "Yeah~? me too ngh~ where do you want it?"

You grunted "O-outside, you idiot- mmn~!"

After a couple deep thrusts he pulled out and stroked his cock, shooting hot, sticky cum all over your body with a loud grunt. You saw his cock throbbed aggressively as it squirted cum. The sight alone made you cum with him. Your body twitched as you moaned from your release

You were both breathing heavily. He plopped next to you and got some napkins from the table next to the bed and gave them to you to clean yourself. You both laid there and stared at the ceiling still trying to calm down from the climax

"We're never doing that, again" Chuuya pants

"Fuck no. Never again" you responded

What a god damn lie

💛SIGMA💛

You and Sigma know each other for being part of the Decay of Angels and didn't really get along. Sigma had a hard time trusting people especially since you were part of the Decay of Angels. Right from the beginning he never fully trusted you and because of that he was very distant and cold towards you

You weren't any different though. You were also being used for the decay of angels and didn't really trust Sigma. The relationship between you two was secretly hating the other with no real reason, but one day you were both really frustrated and needed a distraction

It kind of just happened yet you couldn't really understand how it happened when you were both on the couch naked. You were straddling him while jumping on his cock. His hands were caressing your thighs. Your hands were in his hair sometimes pulling it and making him groan. Your tight, wet, warm cunt rubbed his cock addictively as you kept jumping on it. The tip of his cock hitting the deepest parts of your pussy. It felt amazing

Sigma looks down to see his cock slide in and out of you "Ah~! f-fuck~ j-just like that~" he moans

"So good~ I didn't expect you to be this amazing~" you responded while arching your back

He furrows his eyebrows "S-shut up~ mmn~ I know your just fucking with me mph~ using me as a toy"

You looked into his eyes "So are you- ngh~ don't act all innocent agh~! your loving this aren't you?"

He looked slightly stunned for a second "W-well.. ngh~! I guess we're both even- ah~!"

Suddenly your pace became faster. His cock throbbing aggressively as his whole body twitched from every touch from you "Your so sensitive~ mnn~! have you never been touched before~?" You asked teasingly

He blushed more and looked down "W-why would it matter? Your talking too much- ngh~!"

You wrapped your arms around his neck "Don't be so embarrassed~ ah~ it's actually pretty cute~" you smirked

He became embarrassed "C-cute? I said to s-shut up didnt I?"

He was tired of hearing your talk, after all, he just wanted a distraction. You listened to his small request and stopped talking. You thought of a kinky idea and decided to cover his eyes with your hands. He couldn't see, but he focused more on the pleasure of your cunt. He let out a loud whimper and unintentionally used his hands to move your hips faster. His cock throbbed and ached as he felt his climax coming

"A-ah~! Mmn~ f-faster~!" He moaned while his head fell back exposing his throat more

You moaned more from the quick pace and smirked by how cute he was "So lewd~ ah~!"

"G-gonna c-cum~! Don't stop~!" He whimpered loudly

You kept doing with what you were doing also feeling your climax coming. After a few more thrusts, Sigma gasps before cumming deep inside you with a loud whimper and digging his nails into your skin. You tugged on his hair when you felt his cock shoot cum, making you cum with him and moaned. Both of you quivering from the insane amount of pleasure rushing throughout your body.

You laid limp against him and roved your hand from his eyes. Both of you were breathing heavily. You moved your head slightly to get a better look at his face

"If you ever need another release don't be afraid to come to me" you quietly said

He looks down at you with blushed cheeks. He stared into your eyes with a small amount of worry for awhile before gulping and responding. He nodded "Alright"

[kilojulietsierra]

The scene with Ellis asking about the REBOA reminds me of when kids get older and they sit at the adult table and hear all the gossip.

Ellis is definitely Jack’s favorite resident. They have a caring but tough love attitude.

In Jack/Sam world, Ellis is like a younger sister to them and is invited over for holidays if she can’t make it to her family.

Ok so I put this all down stream of consciousness on my lunch break so if it’s weird so be it lol I had fun and that’s what matters!

If you haven’t already check out the other fics I have from this little universe I’ve created!

Save Me From Myself - Masterlist

- Night shift people were night shift people and day shift people were boring as hell. In Parker’s opinion. Day shifters were a little too type a, too put together, too buttoned up and by the book for her taste

- She’d struggled on days. Other residents took things too personally, too much micromanaging, too many patients with toe sprains and head colds asking for doctors notes

- Jack had covered a day shift for Robby and Parker had recognized it in him almost immediately. It was like the night shift attending wanted to crawl out of his skin anytime he thought someone wasn’t looking

- Parker had presented a case to Dr Abbot while he slouched back in one of the desk chairs. She had mumbled not really meaning for him to hear, but not meaning for him to not hear it either “probably don’t get all these pansies on nights. Nobody wants to come in at 3am just so they can get out of work”

- Jack had raised his brows at her tone, “keep in mind Dr Ellis, a lot of the patients in chairs at 3am have been there since shift change” he stood up and caught her eye as he went to step past. He dropped his voice with a smirk, “but, 3am is definitely when all the weirdos come out to play” then he had walked away

- That day there had been a mvc on one of the bridges, a car with 3 occupants had gone through the rail and into the water. Parker had fought to be on the first gurney through the door and Jack had noticed.

- He’d actually noticed a few things about Parker Ellis

- By the end of that shift he caught her by the lockers, “talk to Robby tomorrow. If you want to switch shifts, I’ll sign off”

- If Robby was the sarcastic and goofy but lovable father figure, Jack was the slightly weird, scary until you get to know him, uncle that would teach you how to make grenades out of a bouncy ball and an m80 firecracker

- Parker thrived on night shift w/ Jack. She had her moments sure, she doesn’t know everything, yet, but she’s a hard worker and admits when she’s wrong. She never shies away from Jack pushing her out of her depth. She figured out quick that if Jack didn’t push it was because he didn’t think you could handle it. And that made Parker want it more.

- Jack noticed. Jack liked it. Robby always tried to be fair, tried to never play favorites. Jack didn’t give a fuck, he absolutely played favorites.

- Being Dr Abbots favorite came with unexpected perks.

- Emails with a link and the simple explanation of “read this”

- The hard eye contact and nod when he took a step back “go ahead Dr Ellis”

- “You got this”

- Dr Walsh and Dr Abbot talking to each other in front of Trauma 2 and then Dr Walsh calls out “Ellis, wanna scrub in?” Parker looked to Jack who just gave her the tiniest nod. “Yes ma’am!” Dr Walsh and Abbot exchanged a little smirk and then Walsh was out the door “hustle up before I change my mind!”

- “What’s this?” Ellis looked at the white can of Monster that appeared on the desk in front of her. Jack shrugged “you don’t drink coffee so i grabbed you one of those. Wife drinks the same flavor. Shits terrible for you.”

- Shen bounced on his toes trying to peak over Jacks shoulder as he opened the Yeti lunchbox. “Tacoooos” Parker tried to see “tacos?” Jack looked up as he handed Shen a handful of foil wrapped tacos. “Sam dropped lunch off.” Before she even had time to be bummed Jack pulled out another handful and held them out to her, “Didn’t know what you’d want, she made brisket and fajita chicken.” When she looked confused he waved them in front of her “if you don’t want yours, boy wonder the garbage disposal probably does” he nodded towards Shen. Ellis takes them still cautious, “mine?” Abbot stared back at her, “yeah, yours. Eat fast.”

- The tacos are bomb.

- “going home for thanksgiving?” Jack asked as everyone packed up to leave. “Nah, tickets home are a bitch this time of year.” Ellis shrugs, “just be me and whatever takeout I can track down”

- Jack paused with a hint of a scowl like that was unacceptable “come to the house” “what?” He shrugged “we eat at like five, come over whenever though” Ellis just blinked “doc that’s really generous but you don’t have to” Jack gives her a look like it’s no big deal “Sam and I don’t have family around, so we have friends over. Robby will be there, Walsh, think Garcia is coming and bringing a new girlfriend so that’ll be fun.(sarcasm) Few of the girls Sam works with, neighbors, couple army buddies flew in for the weekend.” He looks up from his phone and smirks when he says “don’t look so scared, it’s not a trap.” Her phone vibrates in her hand with an address. Jack gives her a fist bump as he walks bye “Sam goes all out on the food just sayin’. Oh and if you do come don’t worry about dressing up or anything, we don’t do that”

- Her first thanksgiving with the abbots had been a trip.

- Parker felt a little bit like when she had turned 12 and her folks had let her sit at the grown up table the first time. Because Parker’s a grown up sure, she’s got responsibilities, but the people in this house for thanksgiving are like LEGIT grown ups.

- The house is awesome

- Jack and Sam are like in LOVE love and not shy about it, it’s strange at first but cute and encouraging. #goals

- Robby, Dr Michael Robinavitch ED Chief, gets tipsy and that man has some stories to share

- Everyone talks loud, over the top of each other and laughing. So much laughing.

- Sharing weird and outrageous ER stories because half the people there work in emergency. Pictures included

- Garcia and Walsh are actually nice to Ellis, which gives her a little whiplash but they’re fun and she likes them

- The dinner table is packed with food and people and she thinks it’s exactly how thanksgiving should feel

- She begins to wonder if everyone forgot she and Garcia were technically students because nobody Is treating them like they were. There just part of the gang

- Apparently Sam, Garcia and Walsh are friends. Like tight friends, like the kind that are basically sisters

- Ellis gets invited to girls night, “but don’t tell Jack”

- Everyone hangs out after dinner for drinks and Ellis is living for it

- One of Jacks army buddies makes a joke “if I’d been conscious we all know she would have picked me over Abbot” Parker thinks an argument might breakout but Jack just laughs into his whiskey glass and pulls Sam a little closer, “motherfucker you weren’t unconscious you were dead! I was pumping your heart for you” the guy laughs and rubs at his chest as Jack adds mumbled into his glass, “remember I can stop it just as easy”

- Walsh laughs from her seat on the floor, “first threat of homicide, now it feels like the family holidays I remember!”

- Parker stays to help clean up even though they told her not to worry

- Sam gives her a smile at one point while loading the dishwasher “you know you’re his favorite right?”

- When Sam finds out Ellis is from Long Beach she freaks out “you’re joking! I’m from Carmel Valley, like 2 hours south”

- “You know if you ever need anything you can call? Either of us okay?”

- Ellis can tell she means it

- She sends her home with leftovers, so many leftovers. Bomb ass leftovers.

- After that she spent every thanksgiving with them, it was tradition

- Ellis was beyond grateful she had switched to nights, where she belonged

- Because yeah Abbot was hard on her but she was a better doctor for it

- He also would change the oil in her car when he found out it was 2k miles overdue

- Abbot might pull her off a case for messing up, but he would still let her run point on the next one

- If Ellis had a rough night, almost without fail, she’d get a text from Sam the next morning to set up coffee or brunch

- Ellis had smiled to herself on Dr Kings first official night shift. It was fun to be on the outside looking in. To see Jack do what he does best.

- Because Ellis had been the R2 that just hadn’t felt like she belonged on dayshift

- So every time she saw that big smile and little bounce in Mel’s step after Dr Abbot gave her a “nicely done Dr King”, Ellis smiled to herself and wondered how in the hell Sam was going two fit 2 more chairs at thanksgiving dinner this year