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WIP Wednesday
Hey hey, itâs Wednesday, have a wip! This is from the rock star AU, where FDB will be reappearing, I promise!
#mysterious lotus casebook#li lianhua#fang duobing#di feisheng#llh experiencing the emotional hangover of having a good time#and reacting just the way youâd expect#with some bonus careful unconcern about fdb#heâs not worried#itâs just inconsiderate not to text him dozens of memes daily as proof of life#my fic#wip wednesday#writing is a bullshit hobby#rock star au#dance the silence down
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You guys, yes, this is rock star!Fang Duobing! In the future, because my darling is not yet at this level of stage presence, and yes, DFS can help teach him this level of sex appeal (both of them will mentor him in stage presence).
Thank you so much for tagging me--I'm so glad you are enjoying the fic!
Rock Star!FDB
I love Dance the Silence Down - a Rock Star AU for MLC. If you haven't read it yet go read:
Dance the Silence Down (54622 words) by afrikate Chapters: 19/? Fandom: èČè±æ„Œ | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua, Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua Characters: Li Lianhua, Fang Duobing, Di Feisheng, Huli Jing (Mysterious Lotus Casebook) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Rock Star AU, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings Summary: Ten years ago, at the height of stardom, Li Xiangyi disappeared.
I have several chapters open because I'm still writing comments (I'm sorry I'm very slow) and do you ever just wish you could express something more than "AAAhhhhhhh I love this so much!!!"??? Anyways, saw these pictures and immediately thought of this fic - though this isn't FDB in the present, he's still a bit of a n00b who needs DFS and LLH to teach him some stage presence (and sex appeal, I think DFS would be a good teacher for that.. ahem). But I think this is who he could be.
I know he doesn't play drums in the fic but he looks really good in the photo.
Photos are from here. (there are others!)
@momosandlemonsoda your fic gives me ALL THE FEELS!
#mysterious lotus casebook#rock star au#fang duobing#zeng shunxi#dance the silence down#my fdb has the ponytail because show#but imagine if fdb came out on stage like this#llh would lose it#and dfs would *definitely* see the appeal then
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I would be so sick of Lestat if I were Louis because imagine you hooked up with an old fling before he went off to war and then an entire century later your ex-husband situationship (who hates âsharingâ you even though he was the one originally fucking other people) writes a song in which he mockingly asks if youâll give him âsome faceâ as âa souvenirâ. like shut the fuck up man weâre not even back together but Iâll leave you again if you keep it up
#SERIOUSLY LESTAT??? IT HAPPENED IN 1917. GET OVER IT#if I even hear a MENTION of hearts dancing Iâll hunt lestat down myself and put his head through a speaker#on behalf of my very best friend mr du lac. like SHUT UP you wanted a sexy husband donât be mad people have sex with him#when you said polyamory was cool. you were fucking a white chick SILENCE FROM YOU#rockstar lestat#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac#ldpdl#loustat#iwtv#interview with the vampire
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Being in a fandom that is so consumed by shipping is so fun as someone that isn't a shipper.
Everyone stressed about what stuff means for their ship, and I'm just over here cheering at the possibility that Matt has decided to slut himself out on screen yet again!
#thank you king you never let me down!#hotd#house of the dragon#matt smith#ottomon for the win tho!#dance would have never had happened if daemon and otto fucked and that is the truth! i will not be silenced#crack ship girly who is aware its never going to happen is peace honestly
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good [location time zone]! this is a reminder that ao3 will be going down in like six and a half hours and if you desperately need to download fic so that you can read about your weird little guys while you go to sleep or take the train to work or whatever, now is the time to do that thing!
#me over here downloading fic like it'll never come back up#but what if there are complications???#how can i go an entire week without rereading dance the silence down?#i cannot.#unfortunately: i am also like. half done writing a recs post.#so i'm gonna try to get that finishedâŠi guess in the next six hours?#and then schedule it to post tomorrow when the archive is back up?#anyhow protect yourselves and download your most beloved fics now#ao3#fanfic#echoes linger#fandom life
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Serina Info
Name: Serina DaSilva Age: 2,733 Occupation: Madame Sexuality:Homosexual Birthday: January 1 Zodiac: Capricorn Â
Bio:
Serina had a relatively unknown life, a simple village girl, she made a living selling her familyâs wares in a village only around six hours away from her own home. She was the middle child, the oldest son having died in a fight for the monarch, and her brother and sister having been too young to really make any contributions outside of helping their family through odd jobs in the village. Being the middle child, she flew under the radar, and sometimes felt unappreciated, but she still loved her family enough to make risky trips. Unfortunately, on a return trip home, she was set upon by highway men, who stole he meager funds she had, while slitting her throat. Her body had been thrown in a ditch on the side of a road, and was unable to be found by her family. Within time, a woodsman found her body, and with no identification at the time, buried what remained of her by the river.
Unlike most wraiths, she wasnât revived immediately after death, instead, she was dead for around three hundred or so years, before the void reached out to her and bought her back. Being ripped from her afterlife left her confused, especially considering she dug her her way from her impromptu grave with naught but the tattered rags she had been buried in. Due to being revived so long after death, the void itself broke off a fragment of itself within her body. Leaving her with a facsimile of Zacharyâs abilities.
For a while, she simply wandered the countryside until she settled down in a small town. She spent a while making a living as a tailor, until she met the man she would be married to. The two of them lived a relatively normal life, but unbeknownst to the two of them, due to her status as a wraith, she couldnât bear children. After all, how could that which was dead create life? From there, their relationship began to sour, and eventually culminated in Serina being forced from the house, and due to the embarrassment of being forced out made her strike out on her own. Once again, she fell off the map.
During her time off the map, she became a prostitute in London. For the most part, she chose the profession of her own volition. It was a good way to get to know people, if only to rob them blind later. People were no longer something she could form attachments with, no, now, what mattered was how they could be useful to her. Plus, sex was a way to show her power. Itâs where she really came into her own as a wraith, where her powers first started to develop. She used her powers to manipulate others, either win them over to her side or get them to ruin their own lives through her actions.
Seeing the murders of prostitutes in London convinced her that despite their use, women like herself were simply there to be thrown away eventually. Yet, despite her cynicism, she decided to do what she could to help the women in similar spots to herself. This was designed as a way to make herself money on the side, but somewhere along the way, she truly began to care about the other prostitutes under her care. She laughed, she cried alongside them, and they were the only people she would ever allow herself to be vulnerable around. On the surface, she seems aloof, but to the women under her care, she's much kinder than the people they used to work under.
Centuries later, she gave a name to this group of women shunned by the world for their profession. They were known as The Songbirds. While on the surface, they maintain the image of a group of escorts, they're a rather extensive collection of information, be it street knowledge or even dirty secrets shared by clients, they're much more than they seem.
#bow down before the one you serve (in character; serina)#let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised (musings; serina)#the endless hunger (visage; serina)#i rise from my scars (aesthetic; serina)#you'll know you're mine when the silence comes (desires; serina)
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I've cried to tell me how so much that i forgot how it's somehow even more painful in the context of being the last track on after laughter
#girls when#can't call you a stranger but i can't call you i know you think i erased you you may hate me but i can't hate you or replace you#and#you don't have to tell me if you ever think of me i know you see me dancing wildly in the light of your memory#anddd#keep me up with your silence take me down with your quiet of all the weapons you fight with your silence is the most violent#and actually like every line of this song#anyway have i mentioned this album is a masterpiece#after laughter#paramore#shufflethoughts.txt
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Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.
Synopsis. In which intentionally making your frĂend-with-benefĂts jealous ends up with more benefits than youâd think.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, FWáž! Gojo, slight Sukuna x reader, rough VERY jealous sĂ©x, Satoru goes feraI omg, unprotected, FWáž-to-lovers, thĂgh riding, fĂngering, creampĂe, overstĂm, spĂtting, implied thrĂ©esome, heâs a bit mean and possessive, swearing.
Word count. 4.8k
A/N. Heheh, hoping yâall have a lovely week coming up <3
â-nâ thereâs this really great cafĂ© downtown with those cupcakes you like-â
âToru.â
â-Iâll get ya some for that kick you need after a lecture with Yaga. Speaking of Yaga-â
âToru-â
â-heâs the one in need of a kick. I swear, that man gave me a B on my presentation just because I caught him in the middle of his interpretive dance routine-â
âSatoru!â
At this, Satoru pauses in the middle of buckling up his jeans to throw a grave nod your way. âI know, right?â Promptly sauntering over to pick up his t-shirt from where it had been thrown onto your bedroom floor, âIt gave me nightmares for a few days, too. Which is why we should go to that cafĂ© tomorrow and thenâŠâ
You roll your eyes - partially out of frustration, partially out of necessity to rip your stare away from those sculpted shoulders on display. Decorated in angry, red scratches running down, down, down. Somehow, you manage to grit out, âSatoru I have a uh- date.â
And ah, was it a sight to behold - because, perhaps for the first time in the twenty-something years that Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc on this planet, heâs stunned into silence.Â
Still very groggy from sleep, still very sinfully shirtless standing at the foot of your bed. His kiss-bitten lips fall slack as you plow on, âAnd itâs just- I canât make it tomorrow night because he invited me to his party.âÂ
Party? This was the first time you canceled one of yourâŠappointments with your friend-with-benefits - and it was for some party? Satoru could do parties, too - much better ones than this loser, heâs sure. Ones that would actually warrant you bailing on him.
Shaking away the strange thoughts ringing in his mind, he spits, âWho?â Just about all he could get out now.Â
Whoever he was - it was true about the parties. Why would you want to waste any time going to something like that when Satoru was the one known for them on campus. Him and Suku-
âItâs Sukuna.â
âOh.â
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It was stupid - it was ridiculous. And you donât know why Sukuna ever agreed to this scheme, but here you were, glued to his side like his favorite lilâ plaything for the night.Â
âWhat?â you shout for the nth time tonight, scooting closer on the couch. And you see his lips move, yet, to your frustration - despite being seated so flush against you - no sound comes out of them.Â
Whatever they say about Sukuna and Satoruâs parties were true - and then some. Because right now, it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, let alone whatever Sukuna was talking about. Heaving out a sigh, you get ready to give up and suggest joining the thrumming dance floor - before, a large, soft hand glides down to your waist.Â
Fingers digging into the plush of your hips as Sukuna yanks you easily to plop down onto his waiting lap. Thighs strong and steady underneath yours, meeting your surprised gaze with his smug one, âThis better?â
His hot breath fans the shell of your ear, sending traitorous shivers running along your spine - all the way down to where Sukuna was resting hand right above where your tight dress was hiking up.Â
Involuntarily, you find yourself nodding along, âY-yeah. Much better.â
âGood.â
Fuck, you could feel each and every rumble of his broad chest against yours as he continues the conversation like nothing happened. The faint tap! tap! tap! of Sukunaâs fingers drumming on your squirming hips to the beat of the pounding music.Â
And itâs really hard to forget where you are, yet it hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact - when his dark eyes widen at something over your shoulders. The steady beat of his fingers halting abruptly, âOh?â
You knew what that look meant - knew who it meant. Because, really, there was only ever one person that could command as much attention in such a hazy, packed campus party.
Dipping your head, you hastily ask, âIs he looking over at us?â
To which Sukuna finally tears his gaze away, amusement and something else so dark swirling behind his gaze when he grabs the back of your throat. Whispering against the skin, âMore than looking, pretty. Satoruâs planning my funeral and dancing on my grave already.â Moving up, voice dropping to a low, low whisper, âAll according to plan, of course. Nâ I thinkâŠâ You jolt as he bites down on your earlobe, hard. â-that we should give him a lilâ show, hm?â
You bite back a soft moan, palms smoothing over Sukunaâs pecs to steady yourself. âAnd just what did you have in mind?â
âA little bit of this.â he grins, eyes flickering over behind you. âA little bit of that. And some of-â Sukuna chuckles at the way youâre so responsive underneath his touch, bucking when he gives your ass a tight squeeze. Tracing right up, up, up the middle of your spine, â-this.â Lips just inches away from yours now, close. âAnd you get him as a new boyfriend, and I get killed for taking what I canât have.â
You feel something soft - fleeting.Â
And then immediately Sukunaâs pulling away, those lips that were just barely one yours curling up into such a sly smirk, âYo, Satoru.â
You stiffen at the name - and the burning hole being stared into your back right now - whipping your head around to be met face-to-face with a towering Satoru. Brows furrowed, biceps rippling when he crosses his arms, lips drawn tight as he hisses through his teeth, âSeems the two of you are having a lot of fun.â
Oh, were you thankful for Sukunaâs sharp mouth right about now. Because while youâre still sitting there with your mouth stupidly agape, he muses, âMhm, a lot of fun.â Thumbing your face back towards him, âIsnât that right, pretty?â
Fuck, those were fighting words, ones that had Satoru looming closer - practically sandwiching you between the two men.
âIâm sure she can speak for herself.â he snaps back, slender fingers circling your wrist. âIsnât that right, sweetheart?â
âI dunno, Toru.â And, well, maybe you were an idiot. Maybe you were a mastermind, because you only bat your lashes up at Satoru so deceivingly innocently. âKuna here-â relishing in the way he flinches at the nickname, â-was jusâ telling me how great of a boyfriend heâd be. Right?â
The other man nods, âSince this pretty lilâ thing is single, thought I might as well take a shot.â
âPlease.â Satoru was pulling you closer against him now, irritated huffs prickling waves of goosebumps across your skin. Words venomous, âSome boyfriend heâd be. Iâm sure heâd do nothing other than give you weak dick and bore you to death.â
Sukuna scoffs, âRight, because yours is so much better?â
âYou really think you have what it takes to satisfy this lilâ minx?â
Both men were gritting their teeth, trapping you between them. People were starting to stare now - some even pulling their phones out to start recording in case of a fight. And before the argument could escalate until that point, you catch Sukunaâs eye. Cutting off whatever next retort was on the tip of his tongue with a short, subtle shake of your head.Â
âWell thenâŠâ he instead purrs, grinning as if he was in on some inside joke between the two of you - on purpose, of course, just to watch Satoruâs eyes grow harder. âGuess if Iâm âboring her to deathâ then you-â Sukuna gives you a little push, nudging you towards Satoruâs chest. â-can teach her all about fun.â
Before you can react, two strong arms are looping your waist, helping you stand up - and pulling you clean off of Sukunaâs lap.Â
Youâre hit with Satoruâs expensive, heady cologne - and his chest against your back, rock-hard, chest thumping wildly. You blink up at that uncharacteristically clenched jaw, âToru?â
Now, youâve seen him moody, youâve seen him irritated - but never to this extent. Positively fuming, teeth grit, jolting at the mere sound of your voice as if his whole body was hit with a wave of electricity. Like some hidden, primal part of himself was being poked so dangerously awake when you softly intertwine your fingers with his. All gentle against his almost bruising hold, you question, âAre you alri-â
You donât get to finish the question, because all it takes is another slow, leering grin flashed at you from Sukuna before Satoru mutters, gravelly. âExcuse us, then. I must have a talk with my woman.â
Starting to walk in long, fast strides upstairs - with you all stumbling and trying to keep up behind him.Â
Urgent. Dangerous.
âExtra roomâs unlocked, you two!â you hear Sukuna call out after the both of you. And the last sight you see of him is when he mouths a silent âYouâre welcome.â. One hand flashing you a thumbs up, the other adjusting the crotch of his pants. âHave fun.â
Satoru only clicks his tongue, moving very purposefully towards where Sukunaâs bedroom was instead.
âWoah- Toru, slow down.â you yelp, out of breath at his ruthless pace. But of course, since this is Satoru, he wonât have it any way other than stopping immediately in his tracks. Turning briefly around to you - only to wrap two arms around your waist, throwing you so easily over his shoulder like some ragdoll. Large palms tugging down the hem of your ass as he continues walking. âY-youâre so-â
So what? Mean? Jealous? Playing right into your hands?
You donât even know - nor do you really care, because Satoru finally reaches his destination.
âFuck- here.â he spits.
Slam!
The door is flung open so hard it almost rattles off its hinges - and you arenât faring any better. Because no sooner has Satoru stepped inside, heâs throwing you onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room.Â
The mattress dips as he slowly makes his way up to you, your legs quiver at how much he just looked like a man starved - eyes half-lidded and crazed, hair ruffled. Having finally found a full meal in years. Darkly eyeing down the way youâre splayed out like such a slut on the mattress, dress hiking up with each bounce at the sheer force of his throw.Â
âSo-â Satoruâs fingers reach out to lazily unbuckle the straps of your heels. Lingering much more than necessary. â-got anything to say?â
You bite your lower lip, holding back a delighted grin while his hands dance up your thigh to fiddle with that garter you knew heâd love. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Cocking your head in faux-confusion, âHmm, like what?â
âOh I dunno.â Satoru muses, saccharine sweet. And oh you could tell by his tone that he didnât like that - didnât want to like it. Running his fingers feather-light all the way down your legs to fling that useless garter onto the floor. âHow about a âoh Iâm so sorry, Toru, for bailing on you and acting like such a slut with the biggest asshole on campus jusâ to rile you up.ââÂ
You bristle at his mockingly high tone, oh yeah, your plan worked - hell, maybe too well.Â
Teeth clenched, you hiss, âWell what are you gonna do about it, Toru?â Jutting your chin in defiance, âYouâre not even my boyfriend. Maybe he jusâ fucks me better than you.â
âSay that again.â
Fuck, it takes you a second to even recognise his voice as your familiar friend-with-benefits. So jagged and raw.Â
And yet, youâre still running your mouth - so close to his. Too close. âMaybe he jusâ fucks me be-â
Now, usually you were the one thatâd shut up Satoru mid-sentence - this time, however, heâs the one crashing his lips against yours. Swallowing the rest of that sentence in such a messy clash of teeth, and spit, and desperation.Â
Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, âSay it again, sweetheart.â
Oh, you knew you shouldnât. Not one bit. But you do it anyway, letting out a muffled, âHe f-â
And again. And again and again and-
Each and every time Satoruâs kissing away your mean little words, a large hang coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. âOpen.â he hisses against your mouth, so angry.Â
Itâs as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lilâ opening for Satoru to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Satoruâs iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.
Because shit, let it be known that Gojo Satoru has perfect aim - except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of your mouth, gliding his thumb to smear it all over your lips.
âHow cute.â Satoru coos, eyes hooded. He gives your pouty mouth a final, chaste peck, sucking softly on your bottom lip. Chuckling, âMakinâ me almost forget you were locking lips with some other bitch earlier.â
And Satoru has the audacity to laugh - laugh - hoarse, and humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat, âYer right, though, mânot your boyfriend.â He leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through his long lashes, âBut that doesnât make you any less mine.â
Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes him is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on his lap. Your legs trembling around his thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy.Â
âSince ya like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-â Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist - tight. â-letâs see how you like mine.â
âWhat- oh ngh- fuck-â youâre gasping when he just starts dragging your sloppy hips down his thigh. Long, harsh movements that donât even ease you into it.Â
âShit.â Satoru groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into his skin already. Heâs angling his head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. âThis damn thing is-â Pulling - tearing. â-in the way.â
Youâre gasping when Satoru pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around his finger like a badge of honor. âYouâre- ngh- buying me a new one.â
âOh, anything for you.â heâs grazing his teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on his thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- âOr is that what you wanted me to say?â
And shit Satoru is so mean with the way he gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips. âWhy donât you ask that new boytoy of yours to buy you some, huh?âÂ
âB-but-â
âB-b-but-â he mocks, bouncing his knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down his long thighs faster. Puffy folds spreading so shamefully open - so shamefully good. âYou were so happy being such a slut for him before, right?â Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made his cock twitch wildly. âSo why are you here? With me?â
Youâre stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Satoru didnât like that. Almost as much as he didnât like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard.
âOh? Playing shy now?â Smack! âWhat happened to the slut from earlier, huh?â Bouncing his knee faster. The pads of his long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for him to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump him like a bitch in heat. âThaâs alright, pretty. I get it.âÂ
And Satoru - mean, mean Satoru - waits until your features soften in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard. âGuess Iâll jusâ have to bring her out.â
âOh- fuck fuck fuck-â you mewl, nails digging into Satoruâs shoulders when he starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. âSâtoo- good- oh my god-â
ââToruâ works jusâ fine, sweetheart.âÂ
But oh for how confident Satoru was talking you into insanity, he canât help but gape in wonder down below him, awe-struck with how sloppy you were. He could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down his palm, that glossy sheen on his thigh. âYouâre so dripping wet, pretty. Whoâre you this wet for? Me or-â Satoruâs free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, turning your head to the adjacent wall, where Sukuna had a framed photograph of himself - because of course he did. â-him?â
Fuck, Satoru canât even be mad at the way he feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. His pretty girl, getting off on just his thigh.
Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier. So, so filthily all the way from around his knee just till where you could feel the curve of his massive erection.Â
He doesnât even have to move your hips for you anymore - youâre moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes him smirk, âHeh, such a slutty lilâ thing arenât ya? Gettinâ off on my thigh?â Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, âNâ whoâs thigh are you riding right now?â
Itâs all you can do to manage out a whimpering âY-you.â
But, of course, that wasnât enough. And Satoruâs only quirking his fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. âYeah thaâs more like it. Louder now - whoâs thigh are you riding right now?â
âYou-â
âNâ who got you this fucking wet?â
You cry out when Satoru angles his leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down his thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of his pants. Ruthless.
âF-fuck you, Toru!â
âMhmmm, thought so.â His hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs burning lightly now - faster - Â fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. âCuz youâre mine arenât ya?â
You cum so hard - violent, even - that you donât realize when you are. Just that youâre letting out a broken sob of Satoruâs name while he toys so relentlessly with your clit through your high.
Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that youâre almost tearing apart his button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoruâs thigh. And, fuck, youâve never felt so much like such a slut than when you look down to catch the glossy coating all over it.Â
One that Satoru swipes thumb at - pooling the syrupy slick on his fingerpad before bringing up to his pretty pink lips and-
Pop!Â
âMmm.â He groans, muffled. âFuck, youâre so sweet - could taste you forever.â Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste, âAlmost makes me forget that you didnât answer my last question.â
And you donât know what youâre reeling more from - the way that Satoru throws you around so easily, pushing you back until youâre splayed out against the plush mattress, shaky legs on his shoulders, arms around his neck. Or from the realization that shit, youâd been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer his question.Â
âI- I didnât hear.â you make up an excuse, heels digging into the muscles of Satoruâs shoulders now. âIâm yours, Tor-â
âNow now, donât try that with me, sweetheart.â Satoru cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside his neck while he pulls off your dress and bra. You didnât need those, anyway. âGuess I just hafta prove it to ya, right?â
And fuck was he well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of his mouth before heâs peeling down his drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too.Â
Satoru hisses when his painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were his.Â
âYa like what you see?â he notices your fixed stare at his cock. Greedily following the precum beading at his fat, red head, making its way between Satoruâs prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- âHey there.â Youâre startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers being snapped in your face, âAs flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part.â
And fuck you could see why it was.
Because it felt so sinful to watch with bated breath at the way Satoru fists his swollen cock, gliding his weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over him. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing.Â
âP-please, Toru-â you whine around the fifth time heâs âaccidentallyâ nudging at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more- âEnough teasing, jusâ wanâ you ngh- inside me.â
To Satoru, no sweeter words have been spoken. But he still manages to curl his lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self. âFunny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, youâre pussyâs trynna suck me up - who couldnât wait to bail on me tonight for some other hah- jerk.â He presses his thick tip down on your clit, on purpose. âWouldâve fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, yâknow? What a shame.âÂ
You can only watch when he draws his hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole. âWhat a shame mâgonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now.â
Itâs all thatâs said before heâs pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like.Â
âOh- oh fuck, Toru-â you keen, back arching off the bed at the stretch. Satoruâs girth was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feel was the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing cock pushing between your legs. âGod, sâtoo big-â
âNo no no, you donât get to say that.â Satoru spits into your open mouth, hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully himself deeper. âYou donât get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yourself.â His words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and faster as his hips do, âNot when you decided t-to act like a lilâ slut hah- nâ guess what?â
Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you werenât sure. All you know is that youâre mewling up tearily at such a feral Satoru, âW-what?â
To which he only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. Dangerously still. âNâ that means mâgonna fuck you like one.â
Before you can even react, heâs pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long.Â
âOh- fuck I canât take it- all-â you cry helplessly as he keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of his cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while he keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not daring to even slow down. Not until Satoruâs well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against his thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass.Â
âSee? Knew you could take it, you always do.â
And then heâs moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. Satoru was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the mattress.Â
Hands keeping your hips still to let him ram his entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over and-
âStill donât think youâre not- fuck- mine, sweetheart?â Satoru runs a hand through his hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around his cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust, âBecause this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are.â
You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, âI-I am yours, Toru- ngh-â
But he only brings his ear closer, âWhat was th-that? Didnât hah- hear you-â Hands pushing apart your legs until they burned at the stretch. Until you were so shamefully on display for him, âYou hah- need more convincing? Oh, I see.â
âI donât! Oh- T-nghâ
Itâs all you can do to let out teary, broken moans when Satoru rolls his hips harder. So carefully practiced with the way he locates your sweet spot easily.Â
âYeah? You hah- like that?â he groans, words punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. All hitting the bulls-eye each and every time. âLike me f-fuckinâ you like youâre mine?â
At this point, youâre scrambling at the damp sheets, the headrest, Satoruâs shoulders - just anything and everything to hold onto whateverâs left of your sanity - which seemed to be slipping away with each press of Satoruâs head against your g-spot.Â
But it still wasnât enough.
Languidly, he brings a hand over to pinch your ravaged clit between two fingers. Having you whine so prettily with each roll of his fingertips. âAnswer the question, pretty.â
âYes!â you gasp, feet kicking at the sheer overstimulation. âI love it- ngh shit shit shit- I love it, Toru- love it so much.â
Shit, you mightâve just broken him.
Because while you may have thought that this answer would calm your Satoru down a bit - it only made him snap. Eyes widening, hips stuttering, swollen lips falling into such a fucked-out oh! - he looked like an absolute wreck.
Letting out a low, throaty groan of, âOh fuck, youâre gonna be the ngh- death of me.â With this, heâs pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs that match his merciless cadence. âWish they could fuck- see you like this.â Ramming inside you harder - meaner. Giving your clit a light smack! before he starts playing with it once more. âIâd ah- fuck you in front of all those losers that think they have a chance just to show off how good you are fâme. Because youâre fuck fuck fuck- my good girl, right?â
You nod as much as you can, head just spinning with each brush of Satoruâs dick against your sensitive spots. Fingers twirling at your clit just as dizzyingly. Letting your slick glisten all over his wrist - his painfully squeezing balls - all the way up to his abs with how hard he was fucking into your tight pussy.
The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up Satoruâs aching cock like that.Â
âNo one ngh- can fuck you like this.â Satoru sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, like it pained him to keep talking, but he couldnât stop anyway. âNo one.â Milking you harder and harder like he was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. âCuz mâyours.â
And he repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on his swollen cock. Plushy walls squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.
Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, âNâ youâre mine.â You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and Satoruâs voice. Like a mantra, âYouâre mine- youâre mine youâre mine youâre mine- fuck youâre mine.â
Not straying too far behind, Satoru cums and he thinks he sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel.Â
So sweetly whining into his ear when heâs painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy.
Blinking back his vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of his hips.Â
âWanâ go again-â Satoru groans. Only fucking his seed deeper and deeper and oh- he didnât want to stop. Didnât think he could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. âF-fuck I needa go again. Swee-â
SLAM!
âWoah, seems the two of you are having a looota fun.â
Still not pulling out, both you and Satoru scramble to cover yourselves up with Sukunaâs now-soaked sheets. Well, mainly cover you up, for Satoru had no shame in staring the other man down. Scoffing out, âThe fuck are you fuck- donâ squeeze me so hard, pretty- the fuck are you here for?â
âItâs my room, nâ I had a feeling youâd be here.â Sukuna lets the door shut so agonizingly slow, flashing the two of you a lazy, devilish grin. âBesides - this is my date, after all.â
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simonâs voice makes you weak.
there was something about simonâs voice that shouldnât have been as attractive as it was. maybe it was the way it lingeredâdeep, gravelly, rough around the edges, like it had been sanded down by years of use and silence. or maybe it was the calm confidence behind it, steady and controlled, sending shivers down your spine with every word.
hearing him speak felt like a drug you hadnât known you needed until it was too late. the moment that low rumble slipped past his lips, it hooked youâcompletely and utterly.
you didnât even care what he was saying half the time. tactical orders, a grumble under his breath, or a sarcastic jab at soapâit didnât matter. the sound of his voice hit something deep inside you, stirring heat low in your belly.
âyouâre not listening, love,â simon muttered, the rough edge of his voice curling through the words.
you blinked, realizing youâd been staring too long, completely lost in the cadence of his voice. âsorry, what was that?â you asked, your heart racing, heat creeping up your neck.
he took a step closer. his presence loomed, warm and steady, filling the small space between you. you swore you could feel the smirk beneath the mask, and the sound of his next words pulled a whimper from your throat. âfilthy thing, getting turned on just from hearing me talk.â
your breath caught as his hand ghosted near your waist, the barest brush of contact, sending sparks dancing across your skin.
âmy good girl,â he whispered, his voice low and deliberate, wrapping around you like a sin you didnât mind indulging in.
his words, so simple and devastating, made your thighs clench instinctively, and the look in his eyes behind the mask told you he knew exactly what he was doing.
âthought so,â he muttered, amusement curling at the edge of his voice like smoke.
he leaned in just enough that you could feel his breath against your ear, your whole body buzzing under the weight of his closeness. and god help you, you wanted moreâmore of his voice, more of the heat simmering beneath his words.
âkeep talking, baby,â you thought, heart pounding in your chest. âjust keep talking.â
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so i know who i'm looking at! a sukuna ryomen oneshot
pairing âžș ghostface!sukuna x reader
summary âžș on halloween night, you get a strange phone call from a man with a distorted voice right as you're chilling while babysitting yuuji. you get an ultimatum: perform for him, or risk your and yuuji's lives.
warnings âžș smut, fluff (at the end), pre established consent but dub con just in case, cream pie, lots of degradation and praise, âgood girl,â oral sex (m!recieving), recording and pictures, suggested infidelity (but itâs not actually infidelity), exhibitionism, reader gives him a show in exchange for her life, rough sex, semi-public sex, established relationship, mdni, pls help me find artist for credit :(
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you stretch, yawning as you adjust the blanket you had on you to cover you and give you warmth on the chilly october evening. gazing forlornly at the balcony window outside, you see kids and college students alike in their halloween costumes visiting homes for treats and bars for booze, respectively. tonight was a night you were supposed to get dicked down by your boyfriend in the bathroom of a frat, but youâre stuck instead with a last minute call to babysit yuji because heâs sick.Â
you love the kid too much, like heâs your own baby. which is why you couldnât refuse playing babysitter, even if that meant forgoing pictures for your instagram with the slutty angel costume you had bought a month who in anticipation of halloweekend. instead, youâre tucked in and cozy, watching scream for the nth time just to fangirl over how hot ghostface is.Â
so youâre in your tank top and boy shorts, relaxing and chilling (that is, as much as you can while locked in on your movie). and, as if on cue, the moment the phone rings in the movie, the itadori householdâs phone number gets a call.
you jump at the noise, a bit on edge because of the movie and definitely regretting the idea of setting the living room pitch back in spirit of mood lighting. groaning (albeit a bit freaked out), you get up to answer the call, as yuji babysitting protocol required that you answer any call in case it may be an emergency. Â
picking upâbut a bit on edgeâyou drone, âitadori household, how can i help you?â
thereâs heavy breathing on the other end and you hate your scaredy cat tendencies because your heart is picking up at the distorted and low pants. âhâhello?â
âhey.â the voice is low, just like the breathing, and for a moment, you hate your brain for immediately recalling the nsfw audios you watch to masturbate because the guy on the phone sounds exactly like them. itâs a little freaky that youâre getting such a weird fuckin call at this time, but regardless you persist, in case this was relevant. you kind of need this job.
feigning cheerfulness, you ask, "what can i get ya?" as your fingers absently toy with the thin strap of your tank top. the cool air from the nearby vent sends a shiver across your skin, but the silence on the other end of the line is more unnerving. you're met with nothing but heavy breathing, and each exhale seems to scrape against your eardrums.
shifting uncomfortably, you feel the sweat beading at the nape of your neck as impatience builds. your fingers tighten around the receiver. "are you gonna talk or should i hang up?" you finally snap, agitation bleeding into your voice.
but before you can slam the phone down, he speaks.
âwhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
a groan escapes you, the kind that rises from deep in your chest, exasperation overtaking any lingering nervousness. "look, buddy, this is soooo corny. like, i was literally just watching scream, so youâre not doing shit. if you wanna prank call a girl, try somewhere else becauseâ"
âyou got a boyfriend?â
âi do,â you quip back quickly, a hand on your hip as you stand straighter, eyes flicking to the doorway of the kitchen. shadows dance in the dim light, your heartbeat subtly picking up pace. you move to hang up the phone, more irritated than frightened now. âso you better not try anything funny and waste more of your time, you fuââ
âbut heâs not sleeping upstairs with the kid?â
the world freezes. you pause, the phone hovering mid-air. what did he just say? your pulse quickens, each thud louder than the last as dread claws at your chest. "what?"
a laugh, deep and guttural, slithers through the receiver. itâs the kind of laugh that makes your stomach drop and your legs feel weak. his voice is smooth, velvety even, and it curls around your ear like smoke. despite the creeping fear, something primal makes your thighs clench involuntarily. âokay, now that iâve finally got your attention, letâs try this again. whatâs your name, baby?â
that wordâbabyâthe way he drags it out, rich and slow, makes your heart stutter, even as fear wraps tighter around your ribs. you grip the edge of the counter, nails digging into the cool surface. âwhy do you wanna know?â
âso i know who iâm looking at.â
the room spins. your breath falters, shallow, barely there. itâs like the walls are closing in, and your throat feels thick with fear. you lick your dry lips, throat tightening painfully. âwhaâwhat do you mean?â
a soft coo hums through the phone, mockingly sweet. âno need to be afraid, pretty baby. you donât want the kid upstairs to die, do you?â
your blood turns to ice. the words donât make sense at first, but when they do, it feels like the floorâs been yanked out from beneath you. your mind races, every nerve in your body screaming. âwhat the fuck? is this some kind of prank call? this isnât funny.â
but the man just continues, as if he didnât just say something so horrifying that your stomach churns. his voice remains steady, eerily calm. âthe kid, how old is he? five, six? heâs dozinâ off in those stupid iron man pjâs of his.â you swear you can hear his smile through the phone, a wicked curl of satisfaction. âand i love those shorts on you. parading your ass around like the slut you are. howâd your boyfriend leave you alone tonight?â
the walls feel like theyâre closing in. a cold sweat breaks out across your skin, and suddenly the room feels too small. your eyes dart toward the darkened stairs. every creak of the house becomes louder, sharper. the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you swallow, mouth dry as cotton. it feels like someone is watchingâsomeone who shouldnât be there.
for a second, you digest the information heâd bestowed upon youâinformation about yourself. not-so-subtly freaking out, you get out a âplease, please donât do this.âÂ
 âthen gimme a show. follow what i say.â
âoâokay. what do you want me to do?â youâre trembling, your realize, in your fear. or was it arousal?
âcome closer to the window,â the voice purrs. you tentatively walk up to the balcony window facing the itadori garden, awaiting instructions as you stand shivering with the chill of the air.
ânow,â the voice instructs, âtake your top off. gimme a show, alright? better see that fucking back arch when youâre talking it off like filthy stripper slut you are.â
you whimper in humiliation but follow his instructions anyways, slowly becoming more and more of a slave to your arousal, caused by his assured and suave voice. when you take your tank top off, back arched just like he asked, the man groans and you hear distant squelches on the other side of the line.
âgood girl. now when you take that bra off, pull up your cups, but donât take it off, leave it bunched. those tits better bounce for me.â pulling up the cups of your bra, your tits recoil and bounce and the squelching gets even louder as you feel eyes rove over your tits. âfuck, i love those tits. get on your knees and bounce em for me like youâre riding cock.âÂ
you clench so hard as you move to do as he says. part of you is soooo aroused to be forced around like this, so youâre easily giving him the show that he wants, getting on your knees and moving your chest so that they start rhythmically bouncing, synced up with the squelches you hear in the other side of the phone.
âstick your tongue out. drool on your tits.â you moan, your tongue lolling out as a glob of spit starts trailing down your body.
 âfuck!â he exclaims, aroused by the sight. âyou like being bossed around this baby? like my little bitch?â
âno!â you sob, tears springing out at the utter humiliation you were experiencing. âplease let me go, please donât do anything to yuji!âÂ
the voice chuckles. âreally? i think youâre lying, baby. i know that pussy is wet while youâre giving me a show. matter of fact, why donât you show me? make sure i get a really good look at that cunt, okay?â
slipping your shorts off, you turn so that your backside is facing the lawn and uncover your traitorous pussyâglistening wetâto him. taking a few steps back, you breathe heavilyâlike the person on the other side of the phoneâas you press your pussy against the glass, the heat and humidity originating from your inner walls fogging the area on the glass. you hear a snap! on the other side, indicated that he had taken a photo. eyes widening in panic, you ask, âwhat are you doing? please, iâm doing whatever you waââ
âi canât let everyone think youâre some innocent virgin, can i? parading your ass and pussy for me, when anyone in the neighborhood can see? matter of fact,â and you start panicking at his next words, âiâll post this online if you donât grind that ass back for me.â
you swallow and start to do as he says. the glass is cool as you rub your folds along it, your slick dirtying the glass as you move your folds on the glass door. of course, the glide isnât smoothâyour clit keeps catching on the glass, but the fact that youâre bare to the world, any stray eyes being able to see you on display arouses you to no extent. youâre ashamed of being aroused at having to perform for a stranger, but you continue regardless and clutch the phone in your hand as he speaks to you again.
âthe fuck you so wet for?â the voice mocks you. âyou get off on this shit?â
âfuck you,â you moan, continuing to rub yourself. âi hate you.âÂ
the man laughs meanly. âfor someone you hate, youâre getting pretty wet for me, baby.â the sounds of him stroking his dick are even louder as you grind against the door at the same tempo that he moves his hand at, grunting as you continue moaning into the mic. âlook at how youâre clenchingâgood girl. want me to come in and make you cum?â
âreal fucking cocky,â you hiss into the phone, âreally fuckin cocky of you to think you can make me cum. with the way you had to threaten me, i just know you have a micro.â
as soon as you say that, the call hangs up and you look at your screen in confusion. that is, until you feel hands on your bare hips, kneesâcovered in black fabricâpressing against the junction between your thighs. âsay that again,â the voice whispers.
you turn, eyes wide and heart speeding up as you turn to see the very figure that showed up in your movie. reminiscent of the killer, a tall man in a mask is hunched over you, now moving his hands to grip at your hands. âletâs take this to the bed, shall we?â
âoh shit,â ghostface curses, continuously snapping photos of your lips, the flash going off in the dark room. âlook at this,â and he brings the camera closer and closer to your pussy, using his other hand to spread your lips as you helplessly lie on the bed, forced to spread your legs for him. âthis pussy clenches everytime the flash goes off!â and heâs laughing, mocking you as slick leaves your hole in drops as the utter way youâre being humiliated. he grabs your cheeks roughly with the hand that was spreading your nether regions, squeezing them together and focusing the camera on your face. âthis is the slut iâm going to fuck. gonna suck my cock, right?â
âmhm,â you whimper, resigned to your fate. making quick work of his robe, he takes them off completely, still leaving his mask in place. as he uncovers his pelvis, your eyes immediately rove over the hardened muscles on his abdomen. thereâs a pink happy trail leading down to his dick, which is furiously red and standing. he grabs it, pumping the length as he moves closer and closer to your face until his precum is smearing against your face.
 âfuck,â he curses, as he takes in the sight of your teary eyes looking up at him dumbly, lips puckered as he slaps his cock against your cheeks until your cheeks are turning red. youâre giving kitten licks to his tip every time he alternates between slapping your two cheeks, not knowing what do to with yourself except focus on your oral fixation telling you instinctively to suck his cock. he then uses his fingers to pull your mouth open and slowly feeds his cock inside, eyes rolling back as soon as he feels your warm breath and hot tongue encompass him.Â
youâre sucking at his tip and alternating between licking the rest of his dick, and heâs lost in the tight, wet heat of your mouth hollowing around him. you then prop yourself on your knees, using your hands to grab and play with his balls, stimulating him even more and causing him to rip out of your mouth and growls, âon your hands and knees. now.â
he doesnât give you sufficient time to turn around and fully adjust in your position as heâs slamming into your roughly, the wet plush of your pussy too enticing. because you didnât see it coming, your face is smushed against the pillow, and he grabs at your hands, using his free hand to hold them together at the small of your back.Â
âyou like my cock, baby?â he pants, sweat beginning to run down his torso. when you donât respond, he lets go of your hands to smack you consecutive times on your ass. âanswer me.â
âi love it sooo much,â you babble, too lost in the pleasure to form more coherent thoughts as you ramble. âitâs splitting meâoh my god.â your eyes roll backâin pain or pleasure, you canât decideâas his cock kisses your cervix. the masked man keeps thrusting in you, the sounds of his hips smacking into yours echoing throughout your room in a series of plap plap plapâs.Â
âyea? fuck, iâm so close. you wanna live baby?â he grabs your hair and pulls, giving you a sloppy wet kiss on your cheek. âlet me come inside. youâll let me dump my cum in you, right?â
you only clenched tighter at his words. âplease,â you sobbed. âplease come inside. please paint my walls. i want your cum so bad.âÂ
you were so close, staving off your orgasm until he filled you up. at your words, the intruder laughed mockingly and kept thrusting into you, but the telltale sloppiness of his hips indicated that he was close. âgod, what a slutââ he was interrupted by his own climax, and as soon as the thick ropes of cum filled you, you came with a squeal, your back arching impossibly further as your thrashed on his dick because of the intensity of your orgasm. both of you rid it together, panting as you came down.Â
he pulls out of you, and before you can catch your breath, the man flops his entire weight on top of you, making you laugh as you let out a startled exclamation, âryo!â
you squirm beneath him, trying to push him off, but itâs futile. heâs far too big and heavy, and he knows it. with a low, lazy chuckle, your boyfriend, sukuna ryomen, removes his maskâtossing it carelessly onto the floorâbefore nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. his breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as his chest rises and falls in rhythm with your own.
âdid you enjoy that stupid thing you wanted, brat?â he mumbles, slightly panting in exhaustion.
his words are snarky, but you can hear the affection laced beneath them. your heart swells with a sudden rush of warmth, the fondness you feel for him almost overwhelming. itâs moments like thisâwhere he does something ridiculous just because you asked, despite all his grumblingâthat remind you why you love him so much.
you wrap your arms around his broad back, fingers trailing lazily up and down his spine as you press a soft kiss to the top of his head. âyou didnât have to go all out, you know,â you whisper, smiling into his hair. âbut i really appreciate it. youâre kind of the best, even when you pretend youâre not.â
ryomen grunts, but thereâs no bite to it. he tightens his hold around you, his large frame practically cocooning you in warmth. you feel his lips brush softly against the skin of your neck, a tender gesture that contrasts with his usual roughness.
âyeah, well... youâre lucky i love you, freak,â he murmurs, voice low and husky. despite his usual bravado, thereâs something undeniably soft in the way he says it, as if the words are meant just for you.
you hum contentedly, feeling the weight of his body press you into the mattress. itâs comforting, like being wrapped in a warm blanket. you trace circles on his back with your fingertips, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment, where itâs just you and himâno roleplay, no teasingâjust the quiet aftermath of love.
âlucky, huh?â you tease back softly. âiâd say weâre both pretty lucky.â
ryomen huffs a quiet laugh against your skin before lifting his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes soft in the dim light. then, he gets up and makes a move to walk out the door. at first, you thought he was heading towards the bathroom door to give you a towel to clean you up, but heâs heading towards the doorâsoft cock swinging, butt nakedâand youâre only left in confusion as to what heâs doing.
âryo, where are you going?â
âfixin myself a sandwich, iâm hungry,â he grumbles over his shoulder, leaving you dumbfounded. youâre left sitting on the bed as he continues the trek down the stairs to satiate his post sex hungries.Â
âhey!â you shriek, âyour balls are out! what if yuji sees?âÂ
later, when yuji walks deliriously into the kitchen to see his uncleâs cock and balls, he almost wishes he could fully succumb to his fever.
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WIP Wednesday
Iâm very tired but I do have some WIP Wednesday for you.
Breakfast is a silent affair, and when itâs over, Li Lianhua reaches up to start unbraiding his hair. âIâm going to bed. You can sleep on the bench or join me, but either way weâre just sleeping.â
âI should, uh,â Fang Duobing starts half-heartedly, looking at the door.
Li Lianhua sighs, far too tired for polite stupidity. âFang Xiaobao,â he demands, âare you sleeping on the bench or the bed?â
For a brief moment, he wonders if Fang Duobing will argue, but then his face crumples and he says quietly, âThe bed.â
âCome on then.â Yawning, Li Lianhua leads them to the bed, tossing Fang Duobing a spare pair of pajama pants before crawling under the covers. Before he falls asleep he feels the mattress bend under Fang Duobingâs knee before the kid snuggles up behind him, a heavy arm around his waist. His last thought is to wonder with some asperity why he always ends up the little spoon.
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He wakes some indeterminate time later to the sound of the van door closing on a happy whine from Huli Jing, cracks his eyes open in the gloom, finds Fang Duobingâs backpack still on the floor next to the door, and humphs, turning over to go back to sleep.
#mysterious lotus casebook#li lianhua#fang duobing#writing is a bullshit hobby#rock star au#dance the silence down#wip wednesday#my fic#fdb is back!
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A danceâ Capitano
Synopsis : your relationship with him grows, and he seems sweeter than ever.
Wc : 3.2k
Warnings : contains NSFW content, fem!reader, reader is mostly called 'wife', he's super sweet, soft sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink kinda, reader wears a dress and heels.
Notes : part 2 is heree! I highly recommend reading part 1 here. And part 3 is out here!
You've tried creating art, you've tried cooking (with the help of your personal maid, Marina), you've even tried planting.
Yeah, you're a plant mom now. Not only that, you're a cat mom too. Saving the poor kitty from the harsh rain one day, you couldn't leave the poor little one outside. It's mother seeming to abandon it.
All because you have become extremely bored on the days where Capitano wouldn't be here, and he forbade you to even clean your shared bedroom because he thinks it's useless when there are servants present to do the job. (He doesn't want to tire you out.)
Come to think of it, the last time you saw him, he kept avoiding you. Whenever you tried striking a conversation during dinner, he would only hum and nod. Or when you suggested to have another picnic, he flatly refused, and it felt like the hardest rejection to your face.
It's like he had his own mood swings that you had to deal with. One day he would indulge you in the activities you wanted to do, then the next he would refuse.
Like last week.
âI used to do this when i was young.â You tell him with the softest smile to yourself, your fingers working carefully with the flower petals and strings. You were determined to make this flower crown, and you were taking your sweet time just to have him by your side.
Capitano silently listened to your words, his gaze fixed on your gentle movements as you delicately fashioned a flower crown. The air between you was calm, "You have a talent for making flower crowns," he eventually responded, his deep voice breaking the tranquil silence.
"Did you learn it from someone?â
âNo⊠just by myself.â He couldn't help but be impressed by your innate ability to create such an intricate accessory without any formal instruction. "Self-taught." He mused, "You have an unusual aptitude for discovering things on your own.â
You hum back while adding the finishing touches, and he watched your proud display of the finished flower crown.
âthis is for kitty!â You smile at the thought of the little one purring with a pretty crown on it's head.
Kitty? Capitano is confused once you start talking about the cat, you seem even more excited when you described how you cuddled with it.
"You just happened to come across this crying feline in the rain, and you brought it home with you?â
âyes! Ah, well⊠i hope you don't mind.â
âi don't.â
And that was the last of your conversation, and it's been a week since you last saw him.
âmy lady,â You recognise the voice of Marina as she knocks on the door, and you grant her the permission of her entry.
You set the sleeping kitten on the fluffed up pillow to reach for the letter she hands you.
An invitation to the grand ballâŠÂ you read the contents of it, scanning every word as you pull the paper down.
âlike a party?â you ask, glancing up at her, "Yes, that is correct. A grand ball is taking place tonight. It's a gathering of the higher-ranking Fatui members and a few... select guests.â she trails off, unsure of what else to add on.
âI can see that this invitation is for Capitano, not to me.â
âlord Capitano doesn't normally attend these grand balls. So my lady, you will have to go instead.â Marina explains this and you feel like you're going to have a headache.
All you wanted to do today was sleep in with the kitten. Not to trouble yourself in some party.
But⊠if it's for the sake of your husband's reputation, then you are willing to do it.
You hope you don't pass away too quick from your social anxiety.
âMarina, does this really suit me?â You stare at your reflection, and Marina looks at you approvingly, her eyes taking in your stunning appearance. "SĂŹ, my lady, it suits you perfectly," she assures you, "The dress brings out your features beautifully and fits your figure perfectly.â
âand the colour?â
"Oh, yes, the color is exquisite. It complements your skin tone perfectly. You look like a princess attending a royal ball.â and you smile shyly as you take your seat, âYou flatter me too much, you know?â
Marina chuckles softly, moving behind you to work on your hair with practiced ease. "It's not flattery if it's the truth. You look truly radiant today." She begins to style your hair, weaving intricate braids and pinning them in place with delicate silver pins.
Though you can't even lie to yourself, you looked absolutely gorgeous, even when you felt a little down since you would be going alone, and you barely knew anyone.
Marina pauses in her work for a moment, her expression becoming sympathetic as she sensed your nervousness. âIt's natural to feel that way. But I believe you will be fine. You are strong and independent." She resumes styling your hair, her fingers moving nimbly to create elegant curls.
You smile at her, looking at her from the mirror, âthank you.â
"It is my honor to serve you.â As she finishes your hair, she steps back to admire her work, a satisfied expression on her face. "You are ready, my lady.â
You are ready.
You are not ready.
Because why was everyone's eyes piercing bullets through you as you entered the main hall?
The whispers and murmurs start almost immediately, the guests clearly intrigued by your presence. However, you manage to keep your composure, straightening your back and walking forward with confidence, just like how Marina taught you.
Stay calm they won't eat you, you tell yourself, trying to maintain your composure under the weight of their gazes.
You were here to make friends, hopefully.
You scan the room, hoping that someone would approach you to engage in conversation. Yet nobody, not a single soul, seems to have the courage to do so. The guests continue their conversations and dances, seemingly ignoring your presence.
And so, you find yourself standing alone, sipping on a glass of champagne, feeling lost and slightly out of place.
Well this is boring. You could've stayed in with Kitty and Marina, but at least you get free food. They always taste better, right?
Everyone went silent all of a sudden, but you ignored it at first and continue taking sips of your drink.
But the silence becomes uncomfortable, just what happened to the party?
You turn around, your eyes widening immediately in surprise as you see Capitano walking towards you. Your heart seems to skip a beat as you watch him approach, his presence commanding attention and authority in the room. Capitano stops in front of you, you can't make up what his face must be like right now, but you think he has a stoic expression on his face as he takes in your appearance. His eyes roaming up and down your figure, seemingly appreciating the elegance of your dress.
âhusband?â You blurt out, setting your glass aside to greet him.
"Wife," he says simply, acknowledging the fact that you have finally addressed him by that term.
The tension breaks when soft, elegant music begins to play, signaling the start of partner dances in the middle of the ballroom.
Capitano seems to realize this as he glances around at the couples already making their way to the dance floor. He then turns back to you, his expression unreadable as he silently contemplates the situation.
He can see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your hand clutched at your dress.
"I suppose we should dance, wife.â
âyou want to dance?â
"Yes," he responds. "It appears it's customary for couples at these events to dance together." He extends his hand in your direction, gesturing for you to take it. You take his hand, wrapping it gently around his gloved one. His fingers close around your hand, his grip gentle yet firm as he leads you towards the dance floor.
You notice the whispers and murmurs among the guests growing louder. But you chose to ignore them.
Capitano guides you to the center of the dance floor and positions himself opposite you, his hand settling onto your waist, and your hands on his shoulders.
"Do you know how to dance?" You whisper to him, making sure no one listens, and your eyes are on him.
"I may not engage in these social events often, but even I understand the basics of dance." His hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, you follow his lead.
Interesting.
He leads the dance with of assurance and grace, his movements fluid and confident. As you follow his lead and swirl together across the dance floor, your eyes meet his, and you find yourself unable to look away. The closeness between you makes it feel as if the rest of the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you dancing together.
You notice how he seems to turn his head slightly to look at others, mimicking their movements swiftly, it makes you smile to yourself.
His hand on your waist feels warm, almost burning even through the fabric of your dress. It's a strange sensation you've never felt when touching him, despite having already kissed (once) before.
âmy dress,â you whisper amidst the graceful dance, âwhat do you think of it?â
You figured you always needed to give him a little push when initiating things.
His attention drift down to take in the sight of your dress once again. His gaze roams over the fabric, lingering on the way it clings to your figure, and how the color contrasts against your skin.
"It's... " he pauses, you're just wearing a dres, but he finds it difficult to describe what he feels, "Very pleasing to the eye.â he manages to continue.
"You look rather well tonight, as well.â
âThank you, wife.â
The music suddenly shifts to a slower tempo, and Capitano instinctively adjusts his hold on you, pulling you slightly closer as he continues to dance with you.
You totally ignore how your face is almost pressed up against his chest.
As interesting as the party was, the worst part of was walking back to the estate. Why? Because the carriage decided to break down, or maybe the horses were sleepy, you don't know.
You're glad your husband is with you, or else you might've been sacrificed to the dogs at night, now even ants will fear this big guy.
But what's worse? Your damn heels are killing you. The sides of your pinky toes are already aching that you are sure it will cause nasty blisters by tomorrow.
"Perhaps next time you should wear more comfortable shoes." He stated bluntly, his deep voice betraying no pity for your situation. âbut they look pretty, plus i feel elegant in them.â you stop at your tracks, looking up at him with a defeated expression.
"I'm well aware." he says dryly, "But at what cost? You're practically torturing yourself with those heels.â
He's half right, your point still stands. Beauty is pain. And now you'll have to sacrifice your beauty.
Bye bye heels. You slide them off your feet, bow having your poor feet to walk on these rocky grounds. You do feel a little better after, though.
âstay still.â He utters, and you're confused, until he takes your heels in one hand before you feel a shift of your weight off your feet, finding yourself being carried into his arms.
you wrapped your arms around his neck silently, your eyes glancing up at him as he continues walking like he you weigh nothing.
The air around you is peaceful. You feel safe with him, he's not like the scary man you hear from the others. Maybe to others he was, but to you? He was soft for you.
Your head leans on his chest where his heart rested, the beats of his heart makes you sleepy, but you refuse to sleep just like this, you want to spend every single second savouring this feeling.
Capitano carried you all the way to the estate, and through the dark corridors, making his way to your shared chambers.
The soft moonlight filtering through the windows was the only source of illumination, the atmosphere around you quiet.
He gently deposited you back on your feet, you're back home safely.
âthank you.â You whisper, your hands reaching to take the pins out of your hair to let it breath from the scruffy yet beautiful hairstyle, and Capitano starts taking off the heavy layers off him as well, with the helmet out.
You don't notice how one of your dress straps seem to fall off your shoulders, but he notices, and oh did that make something in him stir.
His steps closer from behind you, his hand reaching to put the strap back in place, but instead, he glances at the other strap.
It looked rather lonely being on your shoulder, his fingers delicately sliding the strap down which makes you ultimately still in your place.
Your entire body trembled slightly as Capitano's hands caressed your skin, tracing gentle paths across your shoulders and back down to the zipper on your side. âMay i.. help you out of your dress?â His low, gruff voice, asking for permission to help you out of your dress, made your heart beat faster.
You could only nod in response, your voice silenced by a mixture of anticipation and desire. Capitano's touch was meticulous, his thumb and index delicately moving down the zipper with deliberate slowness, prolonging the tension.
Capitano lets out another low hum as he watches the dress slide down to your ankles, now leaving you only in your undergarments. His hands traced the contour of your body, his touch delicate yet possessive. His own breathing became ragged, the sight of you partially undressed igniting a fire in his eyes.
âWill you allow me to touch you?â
The question makes you turn your head, of course he can.
When you don't stop him from wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back, he takes it as a green light to continue.
His hand first brushed your hair out of the way, to allow his lips to come in contact with the nape of your neck, âyou're so beautiful..." he whispered, his hot breath sending jolts of electricity through your core.
âI don'tâŠâ he hesitates, wanting to move his hands away, âi don't want to do anything you don't like.â
And your expression softens at his concern, you turn around to take his face into your hands, your thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks and he nuzzles into your touch, wrapping a hand around your wrist before pressing a kiss to your palm. You further reassure him by littering his face with your lips, giving every empty space of his skin with at least one kiss.
âAllow me to experience this with you, and i shall take care of you till i take my very last breath.â he hoists you up easily into his arms, rough hand under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist, he laid you down on the soft sheets, his body covering yours as he looked down at you.
âYou occupy my every thought,â he starts, âthat it feels sinful to even look at your way.â He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his hand continued its exploration, ripping your bra off to cup your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his touch. He rolled it between his fingers, pinching it gently as he deepened the kiss when you gasp, his tongue delving into your mouth, savouring your taste and angelic sounds.
He leaned down afterwards, his mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and your hands find his ling strands instantly, tugging on them while being careful not to hurt him.
His fingers traced down to your hip, giving them a firm squeeze before ripping your panties off next, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, feeling you writhe and tense up under him.
It felt like an unknown territory you've yet to explore.
Upon sensing your discomfort, he presses his lips to your eyelids, then to your neck, taking his time until you relaxed, until you started feeling good based off how you were bucking your hips now.
Oh how he wanted to take his time with you, but he was aching so bad that if he continues touching you he might just burst embarrassingly fast in his pants.
âLet me in, my wife.â He gently starts massaging your thighs as he parts them, making you feel more exposed than ever, but he distracts you by softly kissing you again and again while he's unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, revealing his throbbing thick, hard cock.
âCapitanoâ!â you try to squirm away when you feel his tip push into your tight hole, your lips parting from the way he stretched you open, but at the same time you felt relaxed with his soft whispers of âtake your timeâ and âyouâre doing well, my wife.â
Your cunt soon takes in every inch, swallowing him whole until you were a panting mess, and you didn't even start.
Capitano then began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, letting you get used to his size, to how you feel, to how he feels as he makes love to you for the first time together.
You feel your heart up to your throat and ears, it felt incredible, something you've never felt before, your soft moans echoing in the air along with a few groans coming from him.
He shivered when he felt your fingertips trace the few scars littering his shoulders and back, his dick twitching almost instantly before his thrusts grew faster, more urgent.
His hand reached down, returning back to draw circles around the bundle of nerves, and he could feel your body tense, your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to rub your clit.
âcome for your husband,â he breaths heavily next to your ear, and you come undone, your moans filling the room as he felt you milk his cock. He could feel his own release following after, his balls tightening before he slammed into you one last time, spilling thick ropes into your womb, until you were filled to the brim.
Your legs were shaking slightly around him, yet his warm embrace afterwards made you melt, eyelids heavy with him still being buried inside you.
â
You groggily woke up, still half in a dream-like state, the room bathed in shadows due to the closed curtains blocking out the morning sun.
As your senses slowly returned to reality, you heard a soft meow next to you, and sure enough, your little kitten had made itself comfortable in the middle of the bed. To your surprise, Capitano, who was still asleep beside you, didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the creature's presence.
âpst,â you whisper to your husband who only hummed in acknowledgment of your attention. âCan we go have a picnic this early morning? With our baby kitten of course.â
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Simon short circuiting when his mail order bride does something kind for him :)) uses her new credit card to buy him his favorite tea and cat treats for bonding with his new baby <3
mail-order bride
simon lets out a deep breath as he slips his boots off. he pulls his tact vest over his head, dropping it beside his shoes before rolling out his neck. he's exhausted. he's been awake for 36 hours at least, and not even a few hours ago, he had been camped out on a rooftop with nothing but his sniper rifle for company.
you pad into the living room, dressed in cute cherry-printed pajamas. little shorts with a matching short-sleeve top, and you smile shyly when you see him standing by the door. your eyes wander a little; you've never seen him with his gear on, and he's surprised you're not more startled by the skull mask he's wearing.
his head darts to the side when he sees the cat hopping along the shelves on the wall. the cat launches itself off the closest shelf, landing on the back of his shoulders and nuzzling along the back of his head before dropping onto the floor to weave between his legs.
"welcome home," you say softly, coming closer, and simon just nods. you reach up when you get closer, slipping your hands under his hoodie to find the hem of his mask. you pull it up gently over his head, smiling a little wider when you reveal his face underneath. he has eye-black smudged around his eyes, but otherwise, your husband looks his normal self, aside from the dark circles under his eyes.
you understand immediately that simon isn't in a good mood. he's irritated, tired, sour-faced and agitated. you smooth your hands down his chest before kneeling on the carpet. simon blinks, confused, but then he watches as you start to unbuckle the holsters around his thighs. you get him undressed enough that he's just wearing his jeans and his hoodie, and he takes your hand gently to help you stand back up. you hook your pinkie around his, guiding him to take a seat on the couch before you disappear into the kitchen.
simon leans his head back against the couch, shutting his eyes gently. to come home to a warm place, one filled with another person, it's frighteningly comforting. he has always come home to the dark. to the heater off and all the rooms empty. to silence and his own terrifying thoughts.
"simon?"
he opens his eyes and sits up a little, blinking the sleep away as you come closer. he hums when he sees you holding a mug, walking slow as you try and keep it steady. you hand him the mug, watching as he takes a slow sip of it.
he shuts his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. it's perfect. he's never told you how he prefers his tea, but it's got just a splash of milk and nothing more. the thoughtfulness warms him more than the drink does, and he curls his toes a little as he tries not to think about it too hard.
"oh!" you smile. "i-i...i filled your car up, and i-i got you something when i went to get a water."
you scurry towards your purse by the door, rummaging through it before you pull out a little crinkled paper bag. you sit next to him on the couch and hand it to him after he sets his tea down on the coffee table.
he reaches into the bag and wraps his hand around a little plastic trinket, pulling it out. he blinks, hooking a gloved finger through the little keychain he's holding. he holds it up, face neutral, but after a few moments, a low chuckle leaves him.
it's a little skeleton, and the bones of it wiggle and dance when he shakes it.
"i...i thought of you when i saw it," you laugh a little, and he watches as the cat hops up onto your lap, moving over your legs to sniff at the little skeleton simon is holding up. after a few moments, the cat reaches up with a paw and smacks the skeleton, watching it shake and wiggle before smacking it again.
"yeah?" simon murmurs, meeting your eyes. "you miss me?"
"y-yes...yeah. w-we missed you."
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sometimes when i make a playlist i don't care about the order... sometimes all i care about is that it's book-ended by two specific songs or that it starts or ends with a particular song, but other than that it doesn't matter.
and sometimes i have to inject artificial softening so i can transition more smoothly into a romantic soul song after ramping the playlist up to nine inch nails...
#like tonal dissonance isn't necessarily an issue for meâgod knows my liked songs are all over the place but this is just a playlist where#i'm trying to do something specific and that something specific is... well. it's tonal dissonance on purpose but it also needs to be gradua#it's ALSO bookended by two brand new songs inside of that structure#think of unchained melody here as a like... secret track on an album...#except i can't figure out any songs that would fit here that end in thirty seconds of silence#thus dancing with a ghost which is admittedly not silent but at least ramps DOWN from NIN#part of the problem is just that the recording for unchained melody starts really abruptly so uh. it's kind of sudden.#nadia rambles#actually the metric song that kicks this playlist off is also intended as a bookend in conversation with unchained melodyâ#stylistically and as an oblique reference to the righteous bros song of the same name *taps head three times*#it's 1 am okay
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Lightning - Tyler Owens (smut)
I mean, we all knew this would happen. I havenât seen the movie yet, but I am DESPERATE for him. And as somebody who actually has something to do with studying tornadoes, I had to write this. I am obsessed with this fic, but I doubt this will get much attention, so please actually reblog it if you enjoyed reading it! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Tyler and the reader are chasing tornadoes together, but when they have to step back and find shelter, things quickly change between them.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, handjob, kinda enemies to lovers, teasing and all that fun stuff
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3k words)
Wind was blowing in her face, letting her strands dance in the air while her eyes flickered between her laptop screen and the dark sky. She was surrounded by her team, trying to ignore their shouts as they decided which direction to head in. (Y/n) was torn between too many options, not liking the way this afternoon was playing out.Â
It was do or die, miss or hit one of the biggest tornadoes they had come across in a while. And yet the second cell that was currently forming gave off a somewhat more promising chance of catching enough data this time around.Â
âWhich way will it be, lightning?â Her breath hitched in her chest as he mumbled the words, front pressed against her back. The hairs on her arms began to rise, fully focused on his closeness, allowing her to pick up on the scent of his familiar cologne, on the way his breath fanned over the back of her neck as if he was about to kiss that very spot.
âAm I dreaming? Is Tyler Owens asking for my opinion?â She slowly turned towards the handsome man. Her eyes instantly found his piercing ones, getting lost in their intense gaze while he shot her one of his signature smirks. Fuck, if he werenât such an asshole most of the time, she would easily give in to the pull she felt, allowing him to tug her towards his bed without having to fear about the aftermath. But if there was one thing (y/n) was sure of, it was that Tyler Owens was all about playing games, toying with a woman until he eventually grew bored. He was a personification of a thunderstorm, fast moving and never ready to settle.
âDonât let it get to your head, pretty.â She clicked her tongue with a displeased expression tugging on her features. There was no time left to study him, to curse whoever had created him for making him look this handsome. They had to stay focused, at least until she got the data she needed for her project.Â
âAlright, weâre heading east.â (Y/n) closed her laptop before reaching for her bagâthe bag that was snatched from her grasp before she could protest. Tyler had slung it over his shoulder while tilting his head towards his truck, silently asking her to ride with him.Â
On any other occasion she would have cursed him, would have told him to fuck off. But today, while being heavily understaffed, she needed any help she could get. And knowing that Tyler drove like the devil himself, she knew she had the best chance of arriving just in time with him by her side.Â
His smirk grew wider the second she gave in, begrudgingly following Tyler while her eyes found the confused ones of her teammates. She only rolled her eyes at them, raising her shoulders and dropping them again as if she was wordlessly telling them that she was just as confused as they were, not seeing through Tylerâs game just yet.Â
Silence filled the truck, only a few commands left (y/n) whenever they needed to make a turn, chasing down the roads to catch up with the growing cell. All while the others followed behind them, too slow to catch up with Tylerâs truck. Her heart was pounding in her chest, riled up by the anticipation of chasing another storm â no matter how many times she had done this before, (y/n) would never get used to the thrill, the moments leading up to seeing yet another beautiful though terrifying tornado.Â
âYou alright, pretty?â Sheâd never get used to the way Tyler called her, dripping with that drawl she loved more than sheâd ever admit. (Y/n) didnât look at him, fully focused on her laptop to monitor the path their tornado took. No word left her pressed together lips, trying to drown out the feeling of his concerned eyes flickering towards her every few seconds.Â
â(Y/n)?â The use of her name ripped (y/n) out of her trance, letting her wide pupils find his. She only nodded at Tyler, knowing she couldnât waste any time on the crush she could never speak of, preferring to take her secret to the grave rather than feeding his egoâonly to end up with a broken heart in the process.Â
âGuys, can you hear me?â She held the radio close, speaking to the others while refocusing on the map. All they could hear was rustling, unable to pick up on the reply that was spoken on the other end. Curses clawed through (y/n), she tried to reach their teams again, while swallowing the sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. No longer could she see them in the rearview mirror, telling her that they hadnât made it down the narrow path Tyler had taken.
The road ahead was muddy, forcing the truck to slither along while Tyler tried to avoid holes and ditches. With one hand clutching the door, (y/n) tried to hold still, not daring to bump into Tyler whose angry cusses filled the truck. Both had their eyes focused ahead, knowing that this had been the wrong choice, the wrong tornado to chase. They were heading straight towards their death if they kept going that way, knowing that without their team by their side, they wouldnât be able to collect enough data anyway.Â
âI hate being the one to say it, but we gotta find shelter, lightning.â Tylerâs annoyed groans left her nodding, giving him the green light to take a sharp left to turn towards the town close by. With the slimmest chance to find proper shelter, Tyler kept speeding along, seemingly having a spot in mind. (Y/n) was angry, at herself, at the road conditions, knowing that this situation should have played out much differently. And all she could do was trust the man she had always tried to hate.
âCome, follow me.â The truck was forced to a sudden halt. (Y/n) followed Tyler outside, holding onto her things while he reached for her free hand to pull her along. He guided her towards what appeared to be a barn, a building she paid no attention to as she studied the tornado, getting lost in its beauty for a second. âThey built an underground shelter here a few years back, if weâre lucky nobody else had the time to find it.â
Tyler pushed her into the unlocked barn, letting the doors slide close again before he led her down some stairs. She didnât dare speak, torn between too many emotions. All (y/n) could do was let go of a sigh while being ushered into the empty, dark shelter. It took her a while to adjust to the darkness, letting her hands move along the metallic wall until she found what appeared to be a light switch. She gave it a try, though without any luck, letting herself drop to the ground while Tyler stayed glued to his spot.Â
If both hadnât been too deep in thought, they would have realised that this was the first time they were sheltering together, completely alone without any nosy eyes watching them or listening to their talks.Â
âWe should have gone west, Iâm sorry.â Her whispers filled the small shelter, luring Tyler closer who plopped down next to her. He fumbled with his phone to turn on the fleshlight, letting it rest on the ground to alight their surroundings. A few boxes were placed against the wall, filled with water and some snacks they hopefully wouldnât have to use, praying that theyâd get out of here fast enough to chase their luck once again.Â
âThereâs always time for another try, pretty.â Tyler reached for her hand to squeeze it before he could stop himself, forcing her eyes to focus on the spot where she now felt a buzzing sensation. She let her head roll towards Tyler, studying the white hat he took off with his free hand, placing it down on the ground, only to comb through his hair.Â
âDonât think Iâve ever seen you without that thing on.â (Y/n)âs whispers left him chuckling, a sound that momentarily managed to drown out the roar of the tornado. The howling was an almost comforting sound to them, after years of chasing them, well aware of every little detail.Â
âWell, youâre one of the few who gets the honour, appreciate it.â She rolled her eyes at him before ripping her gaze off of him. Heat flushed through her at his teasing, a heat that only grew more biting as she realised that they were still holding hands. Her tongue moved along her dry lips, trying to find the right words to break their silence, silently hoping that she could cherish every single second of their time together. As much as she had once sworn to hate him while burying her crush deep inside of herself, she had lost all strength to fight against it, at least for now.
âWhy have we never done this before?â Tyler seemed to feel the same longing, drawing her focus back towards him with his question. His eyes had an even more piercing touch to them now, having an invisible tight grasp on her soul she didnât want to escape from.Â
âBecause youâre an asshole most of the time and I canât stand being around you for long.â (Y/n)âs sharp reply left him laughing, a loud sound that had an addicting effect on her, leaving her chuckling while shaking her head at the man.Â
âYou wound me, lightning. Here I was hoping youâd finally let me take you out on a date, once this dayâs over.â No longer did she laugh, the sound was stuck in her throat all too suddenly.
Did he truly mean it? Was he planning on asking her out? Or was Tyler playing yet another game with her?Â
âDonât fuck with me, Owens.â His hand darted out to grasp her chin, forcing her to keep her focus on him before she could even try to turn away from him. For just a second, she watched his gaze flicker between her eyes and her slightly parted lips. Once again her heart was back to racing, no longer focused on the howling wind, the sounds of things crashing outside, but fully and solemnly focused on Tyler.Â
âAre you scared of this thing between us?â Once again, his question managed to rob her of the air filling her lungs, not expecting him to be this direct with her. A part of (y/n) begged her to cuss him out, to make fun of the question, to escape the avalanche that was about to roll upon them, but the bigger - more desperate - part of her, managed to gain the upper hand, leading her straight towards danger.
âWell, even though you enjoy riding your fears, I prefer to face âem. Iâm not scared, not of this, whatever this is. But Iâm fucking terrified of you toying with me and dropping me the second Iâm no longer interesting enough.â He let go of her, only to pull her into his lap, making her straddle his stretched out legs. They held eye contact, wordlessly daring one another to move first, to give in to the pull that was as strong as an F5 theyâd happily chase on any other day.Â
âIâd be fucking stupid to mess it up with you.â She felt his breath on her lips, ghosting over her soft skin like he was giving her one last chance to pull away. A chance she wouldnât take, letting it pass while finding his lips for a soft kiss that escalated within seconds. With his hand pressed to the back of her head and his other placed on her waist, Tyler held her to him while deepening the kiss.
Their tongues fought for victory, knowing that neither of them would back down from a fight against the other, urged on by their need to gain the upper hand. Soft groans and moans left them while their bodies searched one anotherâs closeness, knowing that this was something they wouldnât tell others about, preferring to keep this as their secret.Â
Her hands roamed his clothed chest, feeling his muscles beneath her wandering fingers while finding her way to his belt. She toyed with the buckle for a moment while her lips were still glued to his, knowing theyâd have to part any moment now to inhale some much needed breaths of air.Â
âYou sure you want to do this in here, lightning?â His chuckles left her grinning, while holding onto the question she had wanted to ask for a while now.Â
âWhy lightning?â A kiss was shared between them, much softer than the one before. Her hand was still toying with his belt, slowly undoing the buckle to wordlessly tell him she wanted this much as he did, even though they knew that it was stupid and selfish of them to hide out here while their teams were undoubtedly worrying about them.Â
âWell, the first time I saw you, you struck me like lightning, brightening my darkest day.â The explanation was cheesy, and yet it still drew heat up her neck. She could only swallow, smile at him and refocus on her hands. Tyler let her move, freeing his hardening cock while his impatient hands tugged on the buttons of her blouse, letting it pop open to expose her bra-clad chest.Â
âFuck, youâre a dream.â Her eyes flickered up to his while she spat into her palm, using her saliva to lube him up. Tyler couldnât stop his moans from clawing through him, fully focused on the way he perfectly fit into her hand, pressed against the soft skin he wanted to feel against every inch of his body. His head rolled back against the wall, eyes closed and lips parted â offering a sight that made her walls clench around nothing, proud for being the one to make him feel like that.Â
Her hand added more speed to its movements, squeezing him with just enough pressure to draw another raspy moan from Tyler. He allowed himself to relish in her touch for another moment before he gently though urgently grasped her wrist to stop her from moving.Â
âWill you ride me, lightning?â His accent grew thicker with every syllable, leaving her shuddering while only a soft chuckle managed to leave her. She rose to her feet to shuffle out of her jeans, keeping her eyes focused on Tyler who marvelled at her as if she was the strongest tornado he had ever been fortunate enough to see, fully mesmerised by everything about her. She kept her panties on while finding her way back to his lap, knowing that they needed to hit the road soon, not giving them a chance to do this properly.Â
âWait, here.â He reached for his back pocket to pull a condom out of his wallet, letting her rip it open to roll it down his aching cock. Both their hearts were beating in sync, knowing that they were finally about to do something they had been desperate for ever since running into one another for the first time. No matter how much anger and hatred had once grown between them, it was now turning them from opponents to loversâor whatever it was both were trying to adjust to.Â
Tyler held onto her as she sank down on him, letting her forehead fall against his shoulder for a second. No words were spoken while they had to adjust, overwhelmed by the new sensation and the whirlwind of emotions buzzing through them like a storm hitting them both. With her hands holding onto him, clinging to the fabric of the shirt he wore, she began to move, fucking herself on his twitching cock with such a passion, Tyler feared he may never want to get out of this shelter again.Â
âTyler,â his name left her, a breathy whisper he almost missed, too far gone to focus on anything but their closeness. He palmed her ass, letting his fingertips dig into her skin to leave marks that would remind her of this very moment for days to come. His hips met hers, jerking upwards to make his cock disappear inside of her even deeper, drawing desperate moans from them which dripped with a need for more.Â
âAttagirl, look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like you were born for this.â She moaned at his words, knowing that her thighs would start aching soon enough, begging for a new position to give herself the needed push to fall over the edge. âWhat? Youâre already getting tired? I should have fucked you in my truck, make you scream my name while the worldâs ending around us.âÂ
He pushed her off of him without a warning, leaving her dazed and confused for a second while watching him rise to his feet. With a hand stretched out for (y/n) to take, he pulled her up towards himâonly to pick her up and press her against the wall. His cock was pushed back into her, stretching her walls while he fucked her with a fast pace that made both of them see stars.Â
(Y/n) clawed at his neck, needing to hold onto him while he fucked her closer and closer to the edge. A cocky grin widened on his lips as he felt her walls tightening their grip on his cock. She was close, would let go soon with his name burning on the tip of her tongue, a perfect reminder that she was his from today on, glued to the man who she had once sworn to hate.Â
âScream my name, lightning, show them what a real thunderstorm sounds like.â If he werenât buried deep inside of her, she would have rolled her eyes at him. But (y/n) was too far gone to care about his cheesy teasing, solemnly focused on her arising high and the name rolling off her tongue like a prayer.
And then she came, pushed into an orgasm so strong, (y/n) feared sheâd never experience something like this again. It buzzed through every part of her body, stealing her breath as if she was drowning, forcing her heart to skip beats as if she was chased by someone or rather something. Tyler kept fucking her against the wall, urged on by her moans, the sounds heâd never forget again.Â
Pants kept leaving him while chasing his own high, letting his skin meet hers with every ferocious thrust. And with one last âFuckâ Tyler came, relieving himself into the condom as his smirk returned to his lips. Both were heavily breathing, clinging to the other while coming down from their highs.
âI donât know if I can walk back to the truck.â Carefully, he placed (y/n) back down on her feet, shaking his head at her with a soft smile thrown her way. Tyler pressed another kiss to her slightly swollen lips before both redressed, knowing that they had to get out of here and back to their team as fast as possible.Â
âYou know Iâll gladly carry you, lightning. I always will, if you let me.â
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Chaotic fem. reader/Best friend Bakugo
"I'm ready to be a mother," you stated out of nothing.
Bakugo was obviously taken back by your comment.
"Did you see something on tiktok that made you think that?" he looked at you while you kept scrolling in your phone. "You need a partner to procreate dumbass,"
"I know I need a man to procreate, but I thought that you could help me on that one," you bit your nails, showing less interest than a rock.
He left his phone aside so he could analyze you properly if you were talking seriously or not.
"I'm not going to introduce you to my side kick, He's like twenty," he tested.
"Twenty??? I'm almost twenty eight, that's still a reasonable age gap, " you gasped because his side kick didn't look like he was twenty. You thought that he would at least be twenty-three.
"No it's not"
After almost ten years of being friends, Bakugo was so used to your shit. The time that you wanted to go surfing? He laughed at your face when you didn't make it to the ocean because you were afraid of sharks. What about the time when you wanted a hamster? He said no, but you got it anyway, so when you lost it, obviously, he gave you shit about it, but after that, he was on all four looking for your little pet in the dorms.
"Fine." That wasn't your main goal, so you let it go. "Actually, I was thinking of you doing a quick hand job in my bathroom and giving me your sperm"
The silence between the two of you couldn't be more unbearable. Bakugo's eyes twisted in your direction while his cheeks were slowly growing a clear shade of rose.
"What? No!"
He was absolutely losing it. The impact of your sayings got him standing from his seat, almost panting. You and him? In his best dreams, but you didn't need to know about his secret intentions.
"Think about it. It's a great idea." You stepped out of your couch and went to his side.
"How are you going to explain that your kid has similar features with your best friend?" he flinched when you approached him. You were so close that your scent invaded him whole.
Bakugo was trying with all his heart and mind to think logically, but you, your body next to him, and your puppy eyes were making it so hard, in both ways.
"I don't know, and I don't care, I'll run away from the country, and you'll never see us again"
You were one of the best students from UA, right after him and Yaoyorozu, but right now, he was doubting if it was just an act.
"That's so clever." he rolled his eyes at you and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping that you would drop the subject and hop onto another like getting a bunny or going sky diving.
"I know, right? Now go in there, do the nasty job, and I'll put it inside of me, I'll even turn my body upside down so it sticks, " you jolted in joy, missing his usual sarcasm.
He almost spilled the water from his mouth to your face.
"Who the fuck told you that?" he spated obnoxiously.
"Kaminari," you shrugged.
"Are you even listening to yourself!?"
When he thought that that couldn't get any worse, you named the only person who could make him go crazy just by opening his mouth.
"I'm desperate. It made sense when he told me"
He could believe anything at this point. He was actually thinking that he was dead because what was happening between you two was a complete nonsense.
"So you are telling me this is something you've had in mind for a while?
You simply nodded, and he stayed quiet, considering everything you said. He wasn't looking for anything serious because of you. He passed for all seven stages of grief when he realized that he was in love with you and your silliness, so he decided long ago that he wouldn't date anyone because he wasn't interested in anyone but you.
"I know that look on your face," you smiled and danced around the kitchen.
You weren't looking for anyone either. Having Bakugo as a male figure in your life left the bar very high for others to match. They didn't meet your expectations anymore like Bakugo did, always by your side, laughing at your bad jokes and giving you his hand when you most needed, buying food and cooking for you, he has even bought you flowers for half a decade on valentine's day, a large bouquet of red roses every year since then.
"I'll do it," he told you, and you jumped excited on him. He grabbed you by your thighs, catching you on the fly. "Two conditions"
"Yeah, just name it," you batted your eyes at him.
"I'll take you on a proper date first, and you won't run away with my kid, got it?"
Bakugo thought that he was only doing you a favor, but he never saw coming that it only took one date to make you fall for him in the way he always wanted.
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