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softmangoes · 1 year ago

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until sunrise | eden x defiant!pc

18+ only

summary: you ask eden if you can go to town to run some errands. reluctantly, he says yes. sequel to cabin fever.

includes: defiant! fem pc, yearning, domesticity, a very needy eden

author's note: i had so much fun writing the first fic that i got excited to work on this one. i love eden so much, so please let me know what you think! comments always keep me going 🫶��

"you want to leave?" eden tenses. instinctively, he holds you tighter, thinking of the time you actually managed to run away. it was a while ago, but he could still feel the cold spike of fear as he tracked you through the forest.

"what," you say. "you don't trust me?"

it's not that he doesn't. he wants to. he does. it's just that after being alone for so long, he's finally found you, and now you want to leave?

the forest provides. its boughs offer wood for shelter, fruit for food. its animals bare their necks to gift flesh and fur for meals and warmth. and then there is the quiet, which is something the town never had. the quiet that eases eden's nerves, lets him think.

in the wilderness, there is nothing else he could want. he thought that after being here for a while, you would feel the same. he's provided for you, hasn't he? he's been good to you. why would -

"eden." your fingers brush his hair away from his face. what would he do, knowing he'd be without your touch? "i can hear you thinking."

it's not like him to lose his composure. on a hunt, it could cost him a meal - a bullet whizzing far past its target. in this moment, he averts his gaze. swallows.

"is it because there's someone else?" he says, quiet.

you had a life before him. he's well aware of that. before, when he would watch you spend your afternoons at the lake, he would occassionally see you have picnics with a brunette boy with a voice so soft that you had to move closer just to listen to him.

fear wraps cold tendrils around his heart. was that who you wanted? someone who still had kindness in their eyes?

"i have you." your lips feather across his cheeks. "how can there be someone else when you're all i need?"

need. it's such a terrible, wonderful thing, isn't it? before you, he thought he never needed much. since the night you told him you would stay, the thought of being around you has become as essential as air. as cherished as the quiet.

he needs you. but as much as he wants to keep you within his reach, eden knows you well enough that a cage would be the last thing you would ever want.

"a day," he says. your lips hover over his, your breath sweet with the scent of berries you had picked together earlier that morning. "nothing more, and you come back."

the kiss you give him is full of relief, gratitude. he pulls you onto his lap and the couch creaks at the shift in weight. when he brings his mouth to your neck, he bites you hard enough to leave a bruise. the throbbing will give you something to remember him by while you're gone. you touch the bloom of broken capillaries with a smile.

the next morning, he holds you tightly at the end of the forest path.

"i have to be back before breakfast tomorrow," you say, muffled by his embrace. "it'll still take me hours to get to town."

it's fall, so the leaves crunch beneath his feet as he takes an uneasy step back. there's a chill in the air, so he adjusts the scarf he's given you around your neck.

"you can come earlier than that," he tells you. "it'd be better if you do."

i'd feel better if you do, he thinks.

you smile knowingly and take his hand. he swears he'll never get used to it, how tenderly you hold him even after everything he's done. even though he is who he is.

"i'll miss you, too," you say before you leave.

for a moment, after he watches you walk through the bushes, he thinks about following you. of course, he would only do it to make sure you get there safely. he'd promised to protect you, didn't he?

but you didn't need that. you were already strong when he found you and you had given him quite the fight when he brought you to the cabin. he was sure you were capable of protecting yourself. for both your sakes, you had to be.

he slings his rifle over his shoulder. how about a deer for dinner once you got back? you always liked his venison roasts. they take long to track, but even longer to cook. at least it would give him something to do while you're away.

hours later, eden lowers his rifle. the shot is clean - straight to the temple without any damage to the hide. he hefts the fallen doe over his shoulder. this early in the season, she hasn't shed too much of her fat gained from the spring and the summer. her meat will make a fine roast, one worthy of welcoming you back.

eden dresses her away from the cabin, gathering her hide and meat. in a few days, he'll come back for the bones after they've been picked clean.

the weather is cool enough that he can place the flesh in the root cellar until he's ready to use it. there are still a few hours left in the day, so he uses them to strip the hide.

as he draws the fleshing knife over the stretched skin, his mind wanders.

normally, he'd find peace in the monotony of this kind of work, allowing his mind clear while you read a book on the patio's rocking chair. but now, all he could think about was where you were. all he could think about was how silent the cabin was without you there to fill the air with your laughter. when he looks up, he watches the empty chair sway in the breeze.

once he's done fleshing the hide, eden eats a late lunch of stewed cabbage and sausage. it's the last thing you prepared and while it's delicious, it does not soothe the ache of your absence.

dinner isn't any better. he eats quickly, sopping up the broth on his plate with a hank of crusty bread.

once he curls up with a book by the fireplace, it's only then that his mind quiets. for as long as he could remember, he's always loved reading. stories were his first escape. they allowed him to imagine a future different from his past.

the first time you had asked him to read to you, he was confused.

"your voice," you told him. "it's pretty."

"pretty?" he scoffed. "that can't be the right word for it."

"like thunder rumbling in the distance." you kissed his neck, your hands slipping under his sweater. "a shift in the tide." his breath caught. "i could listen to you all night and it would never be enough."

right now, eden flips his way through a weathered paperback, the spine cracked white throughout.

soon, the both of you would fall back into your routine.

he feels more at ease - somewhat - but perhaps it's because of the anticipation that flutters in his chest. the day is almost done and tomorrow, as promised, he will wake to welcome you home. the thought warms him like the first sunrise of spring, melting away the long winter frost.

still, his chest tightens.

what if he never heard your knock? what if dawn came and you didn't? you wouldn't do that, would you? you would keep your word.

ah, but he's done so many bad things. he hurt you, even as you kicked and clawed at him. back then, he was selfish, wanting nothing else but your body to warm the cold nights.

things were different, now. the way you looked at him was softer. fond. at night, you would take his hand and hold it until you fell asleep. in turn, he'd wake you with a kiss to the forehead, waiting until you stirred in his arms. eden was yours and you were his. you wouldn't leave him. you wouldn't you wouldn't you wouldn't -

the book falls apart in his hands with a sharp rip.

"fuck," he says, placing the ruined pieces onto the couch.

he takes a deep breath, deciding that it would be wise to turn in early. that way, he'd get enough rest to properly take care of you after your long trek through the forest.

the bed is cold when he slips in. outside the cabin window, the crickets croon softly in the night for their lovers. eden places a palm against the bed's empty space, his fingers gathering the sheets. it takes a long time for him to close his eyes.

the next morning, there's a knock at the door.

eden is there just as you swing it open.

"the way back is so much harder," you huff, dropping a couple of duffel bags onto the floor along with your backpack. "i tripped on so many roots. maybe we could spend a day clearing the path more?"

sweat has plastered your hair to your forehead and your cheeks are red with exertion. there are fragments of leaf debris sticking to your skin. you have never looked more beautiful.

eden gathers you into his arms.

he takes you on the table, lays your body down like a feast. the oak whines against the cabin floor, but it holds. when he carved it a few years ago, he made sure it would be sturdy.

"hey, wait," you start, trying to fend him off. but you're too tired, too weak from the journey back. it's alright, though. he's here to give you a proper welcome.

somehow, you manage to kick off your boots. he drags down your hiking pants, grabs ahold of your thighs.

already, you're so wet for him. he can smell it. have you been wanting this as badly as he has, he wonders. the thought drives him wild.

eden brings his mouth to your bare hip as he peels off your underwear with one hand. he licks a trail further and further downward until he's between your legs.

you hiss at the sensation of his tongue on you, his hands clasped securely around your thighs.

"i've been waiting," he says gruffly. "for this."

and when his tongue, thick and hot, pushes itself inside of you, you can do nothing else but squirm.

one of his massive hands slips under your tank top, beneath your bra, to take your nipple between his fingers.

it's all so much. you wrap a hand around his wrist, steadying yourself as he fucks you with his mouth.

once he's satisfied, eden moves to suck on your clit, groaning in approval when your hips twitch against his face.

your core tightens, back arching as the orgasm takes you.

eden pulls away. a moment later, you hear the rustling of fabric. he's removed his lounge pants.

he licks his lips, which are glistening with your wetness.

"i was worried you wouldn't come back," he says, taking a hold of your hips to pull you closer to his aching cock. "but here you are, being so good for me." eden slips inside of you slowly, making you feel every moment he's missed you. "i think you deserve a reward."

then he rips through your tank top and bra. you gasp at the sudden coolness against your skin, his ravenous hunger making you feel vulnerable.

eden fucks himself into you, planting rough kisses across your chest and collarbone.

"so tight," he praises. "and all mine."

when you come, clenching down on him so deliciously, he crushes his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as you writhe beneath him.

he's close, the yearning he had pent up the day prior threatening to make him spill, but he does not relent. instead, he bites the inside of his cheek, the pain lancing through his wave of pleasure so he can last longer.

has it only been a day since you were last together? no, that can't be right. it feels like forever. he'll have to make up for all that lost time.

with the pad of his fingers, eden rubs small circles against your swollen clit, coaxing another orgasm from you as he pushes himself deeper to reach the spot he knows will make you keen.

it's when you tongue at the hollow of his neck, nails raking across his back, that he comes gasping your name.

you hold each other, the wooden planks creaking softly under your weight.

"christ," you pant, forehead pressed against his. "i was barely through the fucking door."

he laughs - it's a deep, guttural grumble that he only ever does around you. it reminds you of thunder, of storms.

he blushes, shy. "i, ah, got excited."

eden gathers you into his arms and you wash up quickly, the both of you eager to spend the rest of the day together.

"such a sweetheart," you say, kissing him on the cheek. "you missed me a lot, didn't you?"

once you're clean, fed, and settled, you begin to unpack the spoils you gathered from town. there are the hefty duffel bags full of eden's supplies: boxes of bullets, rope for snare traps, canned food, and kerosene for the lamps.

from your backpack, you procure extra sets of clothes you bought at the mall along with a short guides on canning produce and soapmaking you found at the outdoor shop. he glances at the pile of ruined clothing he had torn to get to you and scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed.

lastly, you take out a hefty rectangular bundle wrapped in brown paper. it's secured with a ribbon made of twine.

"what's this?" he asks.

you look at the fire, sheepish. you were never very good with words.

"i know the paperbacks are cheaper, but they're too small for your hands," she says.

he tears through the packaging. inside are hardcover copies of his favorite books, along with some new releases.

"you like their work the most," you tell him. "i've noticed that you reread their books a lot."

eden is speechless. you thought of him, then, even though you were gone? he takes a moment to imagine you perusing the bookstore, scanning the shelves for something to take home with you.

"i don't know what to say," he says, setting the books on the table beside him. when was the last time he'd received a gift? for the life of him, he can't remember. if he had, then that memory has been long buried by the past.

"you could thank me," you say, taking his hand to your face. your eyes darken as you slip two of his fingers into your mouth. "or you could show me."

warmth ignites his core. he pulls you closer, hunger making him lick his teeth.

one day is long enough.

sunlight filters through the glass windows. he smiles, admiring the sight of you finally back in his arms.

you don't make it out of the cabin until the next morning.

#eden the hunter #dol eden #degrees of lewdity eden #eden the hunter x pc #eden the hunter and pc #degrees of lewdity fic #dol fic #my writing #should i try writing what would happen if pc asked to be away for a week hahaha

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alwaysonthemend · 1 year ago

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Author's Note: I got one request for Jake saying I love you for the first time and another one just asking for some Jake fluff in general. Figured I could easily make these into one fic. No smut (shocker I know) but figured it's okay since my next fic is FILTHY. I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2763

Warnings: Literally none. Jake is a sweetheart. There is some awful flirting though. (I'm a classics major I only know how to flirt with history nerds)

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“Hey, Jake?” You call out, grabbing your keys from their hook on the wall as you slip your shoes on.

“Yeah?” Jake’s face peaks out from around the corner to look at you, chestnut locks falling in messy waves on either side of his face.

“Since you’re so insistent on following me around today,” you say with a smile, turning to grab your purse from the kitchen table, “would you be so kind as to come with me on an errand?”

“Sure!” He nods enthusiastically, stepping fully into the room with a wide smile on his face. “I love car rides.”

You just shake your head fondly at him as he practically skips across the kitchen to follow you out the door.

Jake had arrived at your door earlier this morning, a coffee cup in hand and a glimmer in his eye as he’d announced his plan to spend the day with you.

“Well, I don’t really have anything fun planned to do today…” You’d hedged, trying to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the knowledge that he wanted to spend time with you.

“So?” He had shoved past you and walked into your house as if it were his own place and plopped himself down on your sofa. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. We can just have a chill day.”

He’d kept true to his word, content to just spend time in your presence as you went about your boring Saturday. He’d gone with you to walk your dog and then had sat next to you as you folded laundry – all the while insisting that he didn’t mind what you two were doing so long as he was with you. It had all felt so domestic and you’re pretty sure that you had been blushing non-stop since he stepped through the door. But, you try to remind yourself that this is what best friends do. They hang out with each other. They do laundry together. They dance in the kitchen while they cook lunch. All totally normal best friend things to do.

You keep reminding yourself that as Jake climbs into the passenger seat next to you and immediately hooks his phone up to the AUX because he knows you won’t ever tell him no. The afternoon light is spilling through the windows and painting his face in a warm glow and making his chocolate eyes reflect back a honeyed brown as he turns his head to look at you.

“Where are we going?”

The sound of Chris Stapleton wafts its way through your car’s speakers as you pull out of your driveway.

“I want to go buy some flowers. There’s a new shop down the road and I wanted to go check it out.”

He nods once, shuffling a little in his seat and as your eyes track the movement, you realize suddenly that he hasn’t buckled himself in.

“Jacob Thomas, fasten your seat belt right now.” You scold, turning your eyes back to the road.

“Ugh. Sorry, mom.” He grumbles but relents. “Why is my best friend so mean to me?” He elements, sarcasm evident in his tone.

The corners of your lips turn upwards despite yourself.

“Don’t make me turn this car around.”

He smiles – the one that makes his eyes crinkle around the edges and you tighten your grip on the steering wheel. Just friends, you remind yourself.

“Whatever.” He says finally, fiddling a little bit with his white bracelet that’s definitely seen better days, and you don’t hesitate to tell him so.

“It’s got character.” He tells you, fondly running his fingers over the knotted rope. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You look both ways before turning into the parking lot of the shop – Oak St Garden Shoppe painted lovingly on the side of the little building. You park the car and unfasten your seatbelt.

Jake only shrugs before unbuckling and stepping out of the car. You do the same and he catches your eye over the roof of the car.

“Who are you getting flowers for, anyways?”

“Myself. The kitchen needs some brightening up.”

Jake follows you dutifully as you walk into the shop. He walks close enough that your shoulders brush and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through you at the feeling. As you both walk up to the front, your eye is captured by some potted sunflowers lining the walls of the patio.

“Do you remember how we met?” Jake asks you, his mind clearly going where yours had at the sight of the flowers.

“'Course I do.”

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“Y/n, baby?” You hear your mother’s voice call from downstairs, causing you to look up from your sketchbook in slight annoyance at being interrupted.

“Yeah?” You call back, allowing your annoyance to bleed into your tone.

“Can you come down here please!”

You huff a breath, closing your sketchbook and making your way downstairs as slowly as possible – just to spite her a little bit for bothering you.

“What?” You snap, rounding the corner into the kitchen with heavy footfalls, only to stop dead in your tracks to see a woman you’ve never seen before sitting at your kitchen table. Her eyes, and the eyes of the two young boys who stand next to her, cut quickly to you. Your cheeks redden slightly.

“Um. Hi.” You say, wringing your hands together a little.

“These are our new neighbors.” Your mother says, coming up behind you and resting her hand on your shoulder. “I wanted you to come say hi.”

“Oh. Hi.” You give them a little wave, unsure of what else to do.

“Hello.” The woman says, her kind eyes regarding you as she speaks, “I’m Karen. And these are my boys Josh and Jake.” She turns to look at them, nudging each of them subtly to speak.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

They both speak at the same time and your eyes widen as you really look at them for the first time. They look exactly alike. Like, completely alike.

Karen laughs lightly as she takes in your shocked expression as she rises from her seat at the table.

“They're twins if you couldn’t tell.”

Your mom laughs behind you and squeezes your shoulder lightly before stepping away.

“Josh and Jake will be in the same grade as you once school starts.” Your mom says, walking over to the stove to stir whatever it is that she’s cooking. “It’ll be nice to know some people going in. Making friends in middle school can be a little scary sometimes.”

“Oh cool.” You don’t really know what else to say to them, and Josh and Jake (you’re still not sure which is which) both look to be in the same boat.

“Well,” Karen says, brushing her palms across her skirt as she looks down at her sons. “I suppose we should get going now. Your dad will be coming home soon. Jake?”

One of the boys – the one on the left, looks up at her.

“Want to give Y/n here her gift?”

Jake nods, stepping towards you tentatively and you realize now that he’s been holding something behind his back. He brings his arm forward and you see that he’s holding a single sunflower in his hand. He holds it out to you, eyes trained on the floor.

“Th-thank you.” You tell him, taking the flower from his grasp.

“You’re welcome.” He says, a tiny grin peeking out through his shyness.

You watched the three of them go before looking down at the flower in your hand.

You had kept it for a very long time.

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“You’re lucky.” Jake says, brushing past you to go look at some ferns hanging on some hooks on the awning.

“And why’s that?”

“Imagine if me and Josh hadn’t agreed to be friends with you. Middle school would’ve sucked for you.”

“Oh, really?” You ask him, placing your hands on your hips. “The way I remember it, I was the one who decided to become friends with you two.”

“Mmm. Sure.”

You roll your eyes.

“I could have made plenty of other friends if it weren’t for you two ruining all my cool points.” You tell him, though you both know that you’re not serious. The three of you had been inseparable – completely content with only each other. You hadn’t needed (or wanted) anyone else.

Jake tosses his head back and laughs loudly, his eyes closing against the afternoon sun. Your heart feels like it might explode.

“Pretty sure it was just Josh ruining all your street cred.”

“And how do you figure that?”

He shrugs.

“He was a weird kid.”

“And you were emo. Your point?”

Jake turns to you, a hand placed dramatically over his heart as he drops his mouth open in mock offense.

“And what’s wrong with being emo?”

“Your music taste, for one.” You tell him, leading him away from the ferns to go look at some of the bouquets that line the opposite wall.

“You wound me.” He says, giving you an over-the-top pout.

“And your hair.”

“It was glorious. And hot.” He says with a cocky grin. “All the chicks loved it.”

“Uh huh.” you giggle at him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him over to come stand next to you again.

“Which one?” You ask him, gesturing towards the overwhelming amount of bouquets.

Jake crouches down, the tip of his pointer finger coming to rest on his chin as he looks at the flowers and you take the opportunity to look at him instead. His hair is messy – like he’s been running his fingers through it incessantly (which you know he probably has, despite how many times you tell him to leave it alone). He’s wearing a pair of old jeans and a distressed old band tee and he’s got a bandana twisted up and tied around his neck along with a few necklaces. The afternoon sun once again bathes him in warmth – making his brown hair reflect almost auburn beneath its rays. He looks so… soft as he crouches there. The way he’s actually thinking about which one to pick (when most guys wouldn’t even care) makes your heart flutter and butterflies to once again take up residence in your tummy. You long to reach out and feel his soft hair or his warm skin beneath your fingertips. Your chest aches as you stand there watching him, feeling as though this moment is the first one where you’ve known true happiness – just basking in his presence and feeling lucky that even after his band has found success, he still is content to come and spend his day with you. You wish that this moment could last forever. You want to bottle up his warmth and sweetness and keep it in your pocket for rainy days when he’s gone.

…All of which you remind yourself is totally normal to want around your best friend.

“This one.” He finally says, snapping you from your thoughts as he stands back up.

You cast your eyes downwards to look at the one he’s pointing at and your breath catches in your throat. It really is a beautiful bouquet. It’s mostly greenery – with white petunias, tulips, and daisies throughout. But at the very center are three sunflowers – their yellow petals contrasting beautifully with the green and white.

“It’s perfect.”

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Jake had insisted on paying and there’d been nothing you could do to change his mind – he’d claimed that it was a thank you for spending the day with him. Clearly, he didn’t realize just how much you wanted to be in his presence.

“This really is a beautiful bouquet.” You tell him as you place the flowers into a vase of water on your kitchen counter.

“What can I say? I’ve got a great eye.” He grins at you.

You glance back downwards and your eyes widen as you see a bumble bee crawling pitifully across one of the sunflowers.

“Oh no!” You cry, looking around frantically for something that might help the little thing.

“What?” Jake asks, straightening up from where he’d been leaning against the counter. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a bumble bee in the flowers and he doesn’t look good.” You tell him, running to your fridge to grab a bottle of water.

Jake visibly relaxes.

“Oh. God.” He breathes out, leaning back against the counter again. “I thought something was really wrong.”

“Something is really wrong, Jake.” Your voice trembles a little as you unscrew the top from the water bottle and carefully pour a little water into it.

Jake, sensing your distress, strides over the flowers and looks at you a little guiltily.

“You’re right. Sorry.” He says, looking down at the poor bee. “What can I do?”

You walk carefully over to him with the cap of water.

“Can you pick him up and put him in the cap? He’s probably dehydrated."

Jake looks at you wide eyed.

“Won’t it sting?”

“It’s a carpenter bee, so probably not.” You tell him, concern still painting your features. Jake looks unconvinced so you sigh and hold the cap out for him to take. “Fine. Switch with me.”

Jake cups his palm around the cap and watches as you carefully lift the bee from the bouquet and place him on the rim of the cap. With no small amount of skill, the two of you manage to deposit the cap back into your palm without disturbing the bee as it drinks. Almost immediately, its little wings begin to perk up a bit and you smile widely down at it.

“Thank god. It’s precious.”

“Yeah.” Jake says quietly. “It is.”

You look up at him with a proud smile and you find him already looking at you fondly.

“You are not keeping it, though.” He scolds, pointing his finger at you.

“Ugh. I know. Here.” You nod your head towards the double glass doors that lead to your backyard . “Will you open that for me?”

Jake nods and unlocks it before opening it fully and holding it there so you can lift your palm up. The bee takes its cue and buzzes away, disappearing into the sky as you stand there watching it go.

“God I love you.”

Jake’s voice startles you and you turn your eyes away from where the bee had disappeared to look at him. He’s got a strange look on his face – one that you haven’t really seen before. His brown eyes regard you nervously, as if he's surprised himself by speaking.

“I love you too, Jake. You’re my best friend.” You tell him with a smile, patting his chest once before turning around to walk back inside to place the cap of water back on the counter.

Jake follows, allowing the back door to close loudly behind him.

“No, no. I mean… I’m in love with you, Y/n.”

“What?” You don’t mean to say the word so loudly and you can physically see Jake recoil as if he’s been struck. You’re stuck there for a moment, frozen in place as you both stare at each other.

Jake’s face falls and he drops his head, taking your silence as a rejection. It’s anything but that. You can hardly believe it. Years. You've spent years pining after him and wishing that he felt the same. And suddenly you realize that maybe he's been doing the exact same thing.

“I’m sorry. I-”

You silence him by crossing the kitchen quickly and practically tackling him into a hug before pressing your lips to his. His eyes widen in shock before they flutter closed and a soft exhale escapes him. It's everything you've ever dreamed it would be.

As you pull away, you’re met with a wide-eyed Jake with a pretty blush spreading across his face.

“I’m in love with you too, silly.”

A smile spreads across his face, making his eyes glitter in a way that makes your knees weak.

“Really?”

“Really.” You tell him, lacing your fingers with his. “Just didn’t think you felt the same.”

“Neither did I.”

Jake looks away suddenly, casting his gaze back towards the glass doors where the sunset is on full display. A tiny little laugh falls from between his plump lips.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” He says, turning back to look at you. “I’ve just always dreamed of kissing you in front of a sunset.”

“Oh.” You can feel the heat spreading across your face. “Maybe um. Maybe you should do it again. Just to make sure you remember the feeling.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget.” He admits, before pressing his lips to yours once again.

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hoshologies · 2 years ago

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6:17 am, sim j.

genres &&. warnings — timestamp, fluff, established relationship &&. lapslock intended, jake being perfect boyfriend material as always.

word count — 1.5k

note — everyone manifest good seats for enhypen tour omg.....

milky early morning light is starting to pour in through the windows of your living room, where you definitely didn’t mean to fall asleep last night. you blink against the light, trying to ward it off because you’re still so tired and want to sleep more, but it’s next to impossible because the sun is starting to shine directly into your eyes.

with no clear way to go back to sleep, you start to stretch. at least, stretch as best you can when you’re laying directly on top of your boyfriend and his body brackets yours on all sides. he’s got one leg draped over yours, a hand resting on the small of your back, the other arm wrapped tight around your shoulders. his heartbeat is steady under your cheek, a nice reminder that he’s here with you right now, despite busy schedules and comeback season. most days, you find yourself wishing that this could be a constant thing, waking up in jake’s embrace, but that yearning is tenfold today for some reason.

maybe it’s because all of this feels so domestic. he’d come over last night to help you make dinner, giggling as he purposely bumped hips with you in the small kitchen. he’d done the same thing when you were washing dishes, your sides pressed tight together as he washed and you dried, slotting dishes into their correct places. and then you’d settled down on the small couch for a movie, except you’d laid down halfway through and promptly fallen asleep. clearly neither of you had woken up in the night to convince the other to go sleep in your actual bed. but

isn’t that kind of nice? getting to share all parts of your home with jake, feeling comfortable enough to pass out on the loveseat? there’s some level of domesticity that comes with all of this, a very unfamiliar territory to you but one you’re growing comfortable in nonetheless. you’ve never felt more at home than you do right now with him; you really could just lay here forever.

he draws a sudden deep breath, arms tightening around you as he stirs. like instinct, a habit he’s had all his life, his breath is hot against your hairline as he seeks you out, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “g’morning.”

his voice is thick with sleep, accent heavy, and it makes you smile to yourself. he’s so adorable like this. you wish you got to see this side of him more often, make it yours and yours alone. you’re sure he shares the same sentiment about you, especially when you can hear the smile as he lets out a short breathy laugh when you reply with your own “morning.”

he rubs his hands against your shoulder and back, the heels of his palms soothing soft lines into your skin, his cheek against the top of your head. “guess we’ll have to rewatch the movie, huh?”

you shrug, snuggling impossibly closer. “i guess so. just gives you an excuse to come over again.”

he laughs for real this time, a short, quiet little giggle that has his chest rumbling underneath you. it makes you smile into his sweater, something bright and soft, ethereal.

“i’ll always find an excuse to come over,” he says in between the tiny pinpricks of light that come in the form of laughter. “you know that.”

you can’t help but join him in his giggling. he’s right; he’s used every excuse in the book to sneak over to your apartment at least twice a week for the last seven months. he forgot his phone charger, you’re sick and need him to run an errand for you, you have a delivery coming but you’re not home and need someone to sign for it, he left his favorite sweater on accident (this one is true, except he did it on purpose, but the other guys don’t need to know how much he loves the way you look in his clothes). he’s never had to do much to get himself out of the dorms and into your apartment during his free time. you’re just happy to offer him yet another reason to come over.

eventually, you both fall silent again, just basking in one another and the warm light as it creeps farther and brighter into your apartment, casting everything it touches in gold. jake has moved one arm to rest behind his head, the other drawing his fingers up and down your back in loose, uneven lines.

“what time is it?” you ask quietly, unwilling to move so you can see the clock on your wall or reach for your phone. jake is just too comfortable, too warm and you’re not ready to let him go just yet.

thankfully, jake is in the perfect position to reach for his phone on the coffee table and he picks it up with ease. “almost six-thirty.”

you let out a sigh and finally release one of your arms to drag the blanket that lays on the back of the couch over you. there’s the soft clatter of jake’s phone being set back on the coffee table and then he’s adjusted the blanket over the both of you, a smile evident in the small breath he lets out through his nose.

“too early,” you say once you’re settled again, voice muffled against his sweater clad chest.

“then go back to sleep, cutie,” he replies softly, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head. his arms are back around you, nice and tight, his go to cuddle position that you’ve come to love more than anything.

you shake your head as best you can. “want to, but ‘s too bright.”

jake hums in response, a sound that has his chest rumbling under your cheek just a bit. his fingers wind their way back and forth across your shoulders as he thinks. birds are starting to chirp outside your window now, the world waking up with the sun when all you want is a little bit more time in bed with your boyfriend.

he shatters that desire almost immediately as it materializes, though he does so with a suggestion that is just as pleasant. “well, i’m not getting back to sleep any time soon either, especially since i have practice this afternoon… y’wanna go get breakfast at that coffee shop down the street?”

you pull your head up from his chest to look at him. you almost wish you hadn’t because he looks so pretty like this, hair messy from sleep and brown eyes caught by sunbeams that turn them molten bronze, and you nearly fall in love all over again. he smiles up at you, all soft and warm, a small grin that is reserved just for you.

“you payin’?” you ask, even though you know you don’t have to. jake always refuses to let you pay for anything, even things he won’t get any use out of like the pair of shoes you were planning to buy a couple weeks ago when you went out shopping together; he’d slipped his card into the machine while you had your head turned to pull out your own like the menace he was.

his eyes practically glitter in the morning sunlight as he nods, dropping his arms to your waist. “course i am. it was my idea.”

you smile and press a kiss to his jawline, the one place you can reach comfortably in this position. he leans into the touch, cheek pressed hot against your temple, always the sucker for physical affection.

“you’d pay even if it wasn’t your idea,” you counter, pulling away to look at him again.

he shrugs his shoulders and starts to sit up, so you adjust yourself too, kneeling on the couch between his legs. you reach to run your fingers through soft, golden locks of hair and he smiles, his own fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“are you trying to say you don’t want me to pay for things anymore?” he questions. he tries to add an edge of a threat in there, but it doesn’t quite work when he’s leaning into your touch and looking more and more like the puppy his friends and fans (and you) equate him to.

“just stating facts,” you answer, a little bit of laughter in your voice.

he giggles with you, wrapping his arms fully around your waist again and pulling you into his body. somehow, in the struggle, he manages to stand up and starts carrying you towards your bedroom amid shrieks and your desperate attempts to latch your legs around his hips.

“gotta get a move on, baby, or else your favorite table’s gonna get taken before we can even get out the door.”

he knows you down to your favorite table at your favorite coffee shop. and you know that when you eventually arrive, he’s going to be able to rattle off your order like it’s song lyrics he has memorized. you’ll walk through broken glass before you ever let him go, especially when he offers his elbow to you ten minutes later when you step outside onto the sidewalk. this is the most in love you’ve ever felt and you hope he’s the only person you’ll experience this with.

#jake x reader #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #jake.fic #enha.fic #timestamp.fic #writing.fic

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tiredcatboysinc · 8 months ago

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💌 Allan/Charlie/Pim headcanons

Haaai ٩(ˊᗜˋ*) و

Uhhh, I know it's been a bit since I've posted... Sorgy （´∇｀''）I'm here to make it up though!!... With a whole new hyperfixation!!!... That I want to write for!!! Uh... yeah!! ( 〃● ₃● ) ~

Okay, here are my silly little head canons for Allan/Charlie/Pim polycule ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

💌General head canons; not relationship centered

Charlie is the only one that has piercings

Following that, Pim went with Charlie when he got his ears pierced

Pim was going to get his pierced as well, but freaked the fuck out upon seeing needle

Charlie had to calm him down and he didn't get his ears pierced

Allan doesn't have any piercing because he had them in high school

They got infected within the week

He thinks they're too much work

Though, later on I think he'd think about getting his ears or maybe tongue pierced for giggles

Charlie and Pim often forget to bring lunches, Allan picked up on this quickly and started to bring them something

It was never much, but he didn't want them to starve

Even before they were together Allan was attentive

He never noticed how differently he acted around Pim and Charlie until Glep mentioned it once

💌Romantic head canons; PDA

Allan doesn't like PDA, he's not uncomfortable with it but prefers to keep affection more private

Charlie is okay with PDA, but he leans more towards private affection

He'll give the boys a kiss or hold their hands, but that's about it

Pim doesn't care who's around, he'll hold their hands, them both kisses, hug them, whatever they're comfortable with

Of course they all have set boundaries about PDA, and Pim does his best to follow all of them

💌Domestic

Out of all three of them, Allan cooks the best

Pim is the best at housework

And Charlie is the best at running errands

Though, most of the "errands" Charlie gets sent on is just a way for Allan and Pim to get him out of the house while they clean

Charlie has a small habit of getting in the way

In a loving way of course

He does it playfully

Doing things like poking Allan in the side, holding him from behind as he cooks to distract him

Or following Pim around to tease him, picking him up and taking him somewhere else to disturb his routine

He means it all in good fun, and Allan and Pim both find it funny in the end

Even if it pisses them off to no end during the process

💌Clothing

Charlies clothing gets stolen 24/7, 25/8

Allan steals his T-shirts the most, Pim taking his sweat shirts or hoodies

Honestly, Charlie doesn't mind all that much

He thinks it's pretty cute

Pim also likes to take Allans clothes on occasion

They're not as big as Charlie's but the material is more soft

Charlie's clothes are more comfortable and warm while Allan's are more silky and soft

💌Cuddling/sleeping

They all sleep either curled together or sprawled out with at least one limb touching

If they're spooning then Pim is normally in the middle

Sometimes Allan will take the middle, but it's very rare

He'll normally have to be persuaded because he's too nervous to ask

Charlie is always on the outside, almost always with his face to the closest exit

He wants to make sure that his boys are okay

💌Gifts/love languages

Pim loves to make gifts, almost 99% always crafting something or setting up some fun crafting activity for all 3 of them

Allan likes to take the 3 of them out for, at least decent, dinners or lunches

He likes to treat his boys when he can

Charlie sits up movie or indoor dates, normally making the place comfortable and getting lots of snacks for them all

All of their ways of showing affection are different, but they all enjoy the dates nonetheless

Uhhh, yea (ᵕ—ᗜ—) I really hope you liked these, maybe I'll do more of them...

Let me know you think, I shall be off ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

#fluff #smiling friends #smiling friends headcanons #smiling friends pim #smiling friends charlie #smiling friends allan #allan red #pim pimling #charlie dompler #allan red x charlie dompler x pim pimling #Is that a tag?#I dunno #pim x allan x charlie #They're tags now .3.#eddie writes

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anylady-fics · 6 months ago

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Red lights | Hyunjin x F Reader x Bang Chan

• Red lights Mlist

II - Without you being right by my side

The week was pretty weird, but at least Hyunjin seemed happy with his new job, and I started to feel bad about not being able to work somewhere better, so I began looking eagerly. Chris was giving me a bit of support, which I didn't expect, but it was welcome.

At least once a day, I had a few minutes to freak out about breaking up with Chris, but I knew I would be stuck in that situation for a while, at least until I felt stable enough. There were a few things to do before that, too. I had already searched for a few apartments and people needing roommates, just to start moving forward.

Chris noticed I was a bit distant in the last few days and started to act differently somehow. He sent me a box of chocolates and a card at my job, something he had never done before during all the time we’ve been together. I really believed that could be some sign of him turning into someone better, but I was wrong, as expected.

Before realizing that mistake, I really tried hard to bring back the fun and excitement in our relationship that we had in the beginning. I tried wearing some lingerie for him since we fucked almost every night and it was basically the only time his attention was fully on me. He noticed, praised, and fucked me without even taking it off or being careful at all… he ripped my new lacy panties, so I gave up on trying that.

I also tried using some toys, like a butt plug or a small vibrator for my clit, but he didn’t like it at all, telling me that he could do all of that by himself. For the first time in months, he gave me head, and it was really good… it was a shame that he only did it because he got insecure about the toys. So yeah, I failed again at trying.

I was feeling down for trying so hard; it was tiring. It’s really awful when just one side is trying to make a relationship work, be it a friendship, family, or love relationship.

Since Hyunjin and I worked the same hours, we started to leave the apartment together, because we were getting the same bus to go to and come back from work. He talked to me a lot, sharing things about his day, and I was doing the same. Because of that, I realized that I knew more about his life than Chris’s, which was weird. I was trying to get closer to my boyfriend, but it was hard… and with his friend, it was so easy and natural…

Over the weekend, Chris went out to run some errands and finally tackled the grocery list that had been neglected all week. I took the opportunity to clean up the place, and Hyunjin helped me with that. We finished pretty fast, then sat on the balcony to rest a little. It was the first time I had some help with domestic chores, and it was fun... but also sad that Chris never did it.

“The office is huge. I have a good shot of staying there if I graduate soon enough.”

“Did you go back to studying?”

“Yeah! Yesterday, actually.”

“Hyunjin, this is so great! I’m sure you’ll get a good position there.”

“Speaking of that…” He pressed his lips into a thin line before finishing what he was saying. “She was dropping some hints about me having a girlfriend… Did you tell her that I have one?”

I froze, and started to think of a thousand lies to justify myself, but I decided to just tell him the closest thing to the truth.

“I may have…”

“And why?” He took a sip of the water he was holding, and I tried to look away from his lips when I realized I was staring at them.

“Because it would be really inappropriate if she hit on you. She is your boss, kinda…”

“I agree with you, I wouldn’t let that happen, because I really wanted the job. You didn’t have to lie…”

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay. It’s our secret, I guess.” He winked at me, being absolutely charming. “Should we order some food today?”

“I think we should. We’re soooo tired from cleaning up.”

“I think we should grab a beer, too. Would Chris mind?”

I shook my head no, and he stood up to grab the cans, opening mine first and handing it to me. We kept talking for a while, and I started to feel the alcohol after the third can. I felt really light and happy, and Hyunjin was smiling a lot at me, making me a bit dizzy with his beauty.

“There you are.” Chris got home, opening the balcony door, and I felt my smile fading. “I bought what you asked for, babe. What are we going to eat for dinner today?”

“We were thinking about ordering something, since we don’t have anything ready,” I mumbled, feeling the alcohol more, and ignoring how Chris was looking with contempt at the beer cans on the table.

“Fine, I’ll order some pizza.”

We nodded, and Chris used his phone to order the food, letting us know when he did, then telling us he was going to shower.

Hyunjin apparently noticed that his friend was kinda unhappy, and without us saying anything, he took all the cans, washed them, and discarded them before coming back to sit next to me.

“Thanks for that.”

“No big deal. Do you think he’s mad?”

“At you? No.”

“At you…?”

“Maybe.”

I didn't talk about my relationship to anyone because I was always ashamed of it. But Hyunjin had been around for a while, and he had seen things that I didn’t want anyone to see, so I didn’t have that much trouble talking to him, even if I wasn't entirely comfortable.

During dinner, Chris acted normally, so we just ended up dismissing the possibility of him being mad at either of us. Why would he be? He'd never made a scene out of jealousy before, and as he said, he saw Hyunjin as harmless. But he always managed to surprise me, usually in the worst way possible.

I was doing the dishes from dinner, and Chris, after drinking a few beers, was talking louder than he should. It was already inappropriate, but then he made it perfectly clear how much he had lost his mind by groping me in the kitchen. I was drying the dishes and could barely believe he did that, especially with Hyunjin right there with us. It wasn’t a caring hug for his girlfriend. No. He really groped me.

“Chris…?”

“You’re wearing that perfume I like…” He squeezed my waist, trying to kiss my neck, pressing his hardness against my butt.

“Chris… stop.” I tried to push him away, tried to free myself. “Don’t do that in front of other people, please.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, and his mouth hung open, still mid-sentence when that madness started. I was so embarrassed that I just froze.

“Maybe Hyunjin should go to his room now, because I’m really in the mood to fuck you.”

“Chris!!!” I pushed him, feeling tears start to burn my eyes, the knot tightening in my throat. “What happened to you? Are you insane?”

“Are you going to deny me just because he’s here?! Like he doesn’t hear you moaning for me every night.”

“Are you listening to yourself now?”

“Chris…” Hyunjin tried to talk to him but stopped when Chris turned his furious gaze on him.

I ran away, unable to hide my tears from the shame I felt, from the disrespect. Did he do that because he was jealous? Trying to prove a point? Why? What did he think would happen?

I got into the room but didn’t lock the door because I knew I’d have to open it when Chris came; it was his apartment, everything in there belonged to him. And apparently, I was some sort of object for him too.

It didn’t take long for him to storm into the room, slamming the door.

“Why did you run? What are you ashamed of?”

“Because of you! The way you treat me in front of other people. You’re ridiculous, Chris. Ridiculous!”

“Maybe if you weren’t acting like a fucking whore and hitting on him, I wouldn’t have to make it clear that you’re mine.”

“Hitting on him...? Do you even hear the nonsense you're saying? I’m not part of your furniture for you to claim possession like that, and I truly hope you never do this again.”

We were screaming, and Chris just lost it, throwing the chair across the room. Then he started to laugh, looking like a crazy man. I had never seen anything like that from him before, so I was really scared. I was sure he was going to beat the shit out of me when he turned to face me. Chris put his hands on his temples, and when he opened his mouth to speak, the door suddenly opened again. Hyunjin entered the room, moving towards Chris when he noticed me standing on the other side of the room.

“Trying to be a hero for what?” Chris shouted, pushing Hyunjin away. “Get the fuck out of my room.”

“Did he hurt you?” Hyunjin's question was directed at me, completely ignoring the push. I shook my head, trying to dry my tears that kept falling. “Chris, let’s go outside. You need to calm down.”

“Outside? Are you both insane? This is my fucking apartment.”

“You need to calm down, or you’re going to do something you can’t undo. Come on, let’s talk.”

Chris stopped and took a deep breath. After looking around, he seemed to realize the huge mistake he made. His posture changed; he lifted the chair from the floor and took a step toward me, but I froze and stopped looking at him, petrified. He looked down, pressing his lips into a thin line, and ended up leaving the room with Hyunjin.

I was losing my breath from fear. I was so sure he was going to beat me that I was shaking. What a disaster that night was. I really needed to get out of there as soon as possible, or I would get beaten in the next fight.

I dressed for bed and was ready to run away to the couch if he returned to the room, but he didn’t. I didn’t hear anyone screaming or anything breaking, so maybe everything was alright between them. I ended up sleeping after crying for several minutes, and when I woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, my heart ached. I couldn’t explain why.

I got up and opened the door, seeing Chris sleeping on the couch, wearing some of Hyunjin’s clothes. Apparently, he had helped my boyfriend take a shower and calm down, which was great, but it wouldn’t erase all the embarrassment from the night before. Nothing would.

I went to the balcony. It was still dark, and I felt comfortable breathing some fresh air, enjoying the silence of the condo, trying not to think about what happened.

The door behind me opened, and I panicked, thinking it was Chris, but when I looked back, I saw Hyunjin's tall and sleepy figure. It was a huge relief.

“Didn’t sleep well, either?” I asked, looking at the dark sky, avoiding his eyes.

“Yeah, and it might take a while until I get used to my new schedule. Listen, about yesterday…”

“I don’t know if I wanna talk about it. It was awful, and I’m really sorry you saw that… he’s never done anything like that before.”

“I understand if you don’t want to, but I talked to him. He told me he feels like you’re kinda distant, and he lost it because of that. He thought you and I were... you know. And he knows what he did was wrong. He’s sorry about it. I’m gonna take a night out so you both can talk with more privacy.”

“You didn’t have to do any of this, Hyunjin. And you don’t have to stay out either. I don’t wanna talk to him. Not anymore.”

“I get that, but he seemed really regretful. Don’t tell him I said this, but he cried when I helped him in the bath.”

I raised my brows, surprised by two things: Chris crying and the fact that I didn’t care, not even a little.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you really hear us?”

I turned to face him, wanting to see his expression for the first time since we started talking. Even in the dark, I could see his cheeks turn red. It wasn’t something I would normally ask. But I was so bitter and resentful that maybe I wanted to reach some twisted balance, to justify the horror show that happened. And Hyunjin really affected me in many ways. Maybe I didn’t want to deny that fact anymore.

“I did hear... sometimes.” He took a deep breath, clearly embarrassed. “But lately I’ve been wearing my headphones at night, so don’t worry about it…”

“I see. The day you got your new job, did you hear us?”

“Yeah, that was the first time, actually.”

“Hm.” I leaned against the balcony parapet, facing him, making sure to look into his eyes. “Because that day, I was thinking about you.”

Hyunjin blinked a few times, like he was having trouble processing what I said. I watched his lips get wet as he licked them, ready to say something, but he just chose silence.

“Thank you for all the help.” I put my hand on his shoulder and didn’t wait for an answer. I just opened the door and disappeared from his sight, heading back inside the apartment. When I passed by Chris, I felt a huge relief, noticing that most of my feelings for him were dead after what he did. Maybe that would change, but I was really hoping it didn’t.

When I lay down to sleep, I had to check something. I slid my hand inside my shorts and confirmed what I already knew: I was wet. I felt it right when I said those words to him, and maybe I should apologize later. Or maybe not. It was something to worry about in the morning.

••• X •••

When I opened my eyes, I checked the alarm, and it was still really early. I decided to take a shower and get ready for work, maybe leave a bit sooner just to avoid being there.

I had a quick flashback about the nightmare Chris made me live the night before and about what I said to Hyunjin a few hours back. I did feel some regret, but not enough to apologize yet.

I was starting to get ready when I heard a few shy knocks on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, babe. Can I come in?”

My emotions were all over the place, and I was really surprised. I didn’t expect him to use so much manners, especially since just a few hours ago, he made sure to remind us that it was his apartment.

“Sure. It’s your room.”

I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, still wearing only a towel around my body. I watched him enter the room, staring at the ground. I could almost believe he regretted what he did, but I knew damn well it could happen again.

“I want to ask you to forgive me.” He knelt in front of me. “Nothing could ever justify the way I acted yesterday. You know that’s not me. You’re so distant lately, I got everything all wrong…”

“Do you know why, Chris?” I took a deep breath, surprised at the guts I found to say at least part of what he needed to hear. “You thought I was unfaithful because that’s you. You keep cheating on me, keep treating me like shit, and I’m still here. Maybe last night you noticed that my patience is ending, and you don’t have me for granted. Not everyone is like you, did you know that?! And for what? What did you want to prove, huh? You not only disrespected me but your friend, too. If I wanted to cheat on you, a jealous scene wasn’t going to stop me, Chris.”

“I know. You’re right.”

“I really hope that it never happens again.” Because you wouldn’t have a chance to do it again.

“It won’t… I’m gonna be better. I’m gonna be a better man for you. Yesterday Hyunjin made me see how stupid I am for not valuing you.”

“Such a great thing to know that you needed someone else to tell you that.”

“I’m an idiot. Forgive me, babe. I love you, don’t wanna lose you.” His hands rested on my knee, touching me gently, a rare thing. “I hope it’s not too late and we can work things out.”

But he had already lost me, little by little, daily. With everything he did or didn’t do. The words got stuck in my mouth because I didn’t have the courage to say them.

“Let’s see. Now I need some space, okay?”

“Sure, as much as you need.”

He left the room, and I was still sitting there, trying to process everything that just happened. He had been an asshole to me a lot of times and always apologized, but that didn't stop him from doing it again. I was a bit happy that he heard me and didn’t argue, just accepted it. Maybe I could find some strength inside me to fight for that relationship, but I was afraid my interests were somewhere else. In somebody else.

I knew this would lower me to the same level as my boyfriend, but I didn’t care anymore. My goals were set, and the first one was to get a good enough job so I could live on my own. In the meantime, I’d make Chris pay, little by little, for all the harm he’d done to me. This included Hyunjin, and I knew he was a much better person than either me or Chris, so that might be the hardest part. But I wouldn’t give up until I succeeded.

#smut fanfic #hyunjin fanfic #straykids fanfic #bang chan fanfic #Hyunjin smut #bang chan smut #love triangle

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january-summers · 1 year ago

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Well, it's official, Agent Washington is my new hyper-fixation. How do I know for sure?

Because I just spent half an hour staring into space and running a WashingMaine AU in my head.

it was both hilarious (to me), and very messed up.

Spartan!Maine, ODST!Wash, no PFL, Wash still gets his brain damage, post war retirement (they served together for a few months then parted ways and Wash got brain wrecked just before the war ended) they both get really nice retirement packages and coincidentally for plot reasons end up retiring to the same town on the same planet.

Maine spots Wash and recognises him right away but gets a case of the shy, so instead of communicating like a person, he stalks Wash instead. Wash... takes a while to notice because he has the forgetfuls and when Maine breaks in to touch Wash's stuff, just assumes he forgot moving things.

Then Maine decides to kidnap Wash, which doesn't go as well as Maine was hoping and he has to leave him tied up in the root cellar of his very nice hobby farm farmhouse.

Which Wash promptly escapes, but much like when you leave one room and enter another and forget why you were doing that, Wash's brain damage decides the whole kidnapping thing is irrelevant news, and so Wash is standing in the entry hallway of a strange house when Maine returns from his very urgent errands.

Wash freaks out because he thinks he broke into someone's house, Maine accidentally convinces Wash they're housemates (Wash is in the process of moving in) and Wash just forgot... because he has a spare room with a closet full of Wash's stolen clothes.

And thus begins their domestic farm life, where in the most exciting thing that happens is Maine getting scarily determined to win best cake at the local farmer's market competition, and Wash convincing him they need a cat, and then the cat having kittens.

(Wash doesn't recognise Maine at first because he never saw him without his spartan armour, so it takes a while to click, and by the time it does, he assumes he already knew that but forgot.)

And then a year later while they're quietly reading Wash suddenly gets up without a word, grabs a flashlight, heads down to the root cellar and finds a small blood stain left behind from his kidnapping.

"Maine, buddy, I'm not mad, but I need you to tell me the truth: did you stalk and kidnap me, or is that a crazy dream I had?" *Guilty silence* "Okay, not mad, but probably don't do that again, okay big guy?" *nods, chastened* "Cool, hey is it lunchtime yet, I'm hungry."

and they move on with their lives not addressing the kidnapping thing because they are fail-people who deserve a soft epilogue, dammit.

There was a bonus story-line in the background, where Carolina had worked with Wash and was keeping a part-time long-distance eye on him because his brain damage, and noticed he'd been kidnapped and lead a task force to find him, only to find him living in domestic bliss and her determination to see justice done to the monster who'd kidnapped her teammate crumbling in the face of Wash showing off his new kittens and their prize winning pumpkin.

#rvb #red vs blue #agent washington #agent maine #washingmaine #i think that's their ship tag?#or is it #mainewash #i like my fictional relationships a little messed up sometimes #it adds flavour

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year ago

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here to stay | rhett abbott x oc

Summary: Tessa gets Rhett a gift she worries is too much. (wc: 1960)

Requested: YES by @oneelleandaneye

Warnings: just rhett and tess being couple goals, mostly fluff but it takes a sharp suggestive turn at the end there it is literally not my fault rhett abbott is a dog

✎……MASTERLIST

Finishing up the wrapping with the last bit of tape, Tessa bit her lip anxiously.

It wasn’t his birthday and it wasn’t even their anniversary, either. Hell, they hadn’t even reached six months, let alone one year, of dating. As she stared down at the blue and white striped paper, she wondered if she should just forget about it. Hide it until a more appropriate date or just return it.

God, but she spent so much money on it. Custom made to her specifications, hand crafted by a guy out in Montana who still did it the traditional way like the old cowboys. Of course, Rhett could never find out how much money she actually spent on the gift. He would put up a fuss about how it could have been spent on something more important than him. Literally anything other than himself. Speaking like it was a simple and immovable fact that he didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. With those blue eyes downcast and cheeks flushed and a slight shake of his head — sincere in his denial and assertion.

Part of her wondered if he would react that way even if he didn’t know how much she spent.

Maybe this was a dumb idea after all.

With a sigh, Tessa got up from the floor and picked up the wrapped gift from the coffee table. Hiding it was probably her best option now. Deep in a closet somewhere where he couldn’t possibly find it — and maybe she would forget about it as well.

But then, just before she could mentally decide which closet in her little cottage Rhett was least likely to go snooping through, there was a knock at the front door. Most likely her mother coming over to check if she needed anything to tide her over for the weekend, snacks or drinks or, most likely, if she wanted to walk over to the main house to spend the day.

Gift still in hand, Tessa pulled open the door with a greeting ready and waiting on her tongue. It died right there in her mouth however, when she saw who was really on the front porch.

“Rhett,” she said, trying not to sound so shocked that he was there. “Wh-What are you doin’ here?”

Brows furrowed, he quickly looked down at his phone then back up at her. “Sorry, this a bad time? Y’said I could come over whenever, so…”

It was ten in the morning on a Saturday. And it warmed something in Tessa’s chest that he would want to come over this early and spend the whole day with her. That he would stand on her front porch ready to leave at her word but so eager to stay. Booted feet shuffling on the treated wood and blinking down at her rapidly from beneath the brim of his trucker hat. He wanted to be with her. Not even doing anything, they made no plans. Just hanging out together, maybe running some errands because she desperately needed to restock the snacks she kept hidden in her room at the Boy’s Home. Somehow domestic and somehow so natural and good that sometimes it scared her. How easily things came between her and Rhett.

She gripped the small gift still clutched in her hand tighter. Maybe that was why she was so nervous to give it to him.

What if this was finally the thing that messed it all up?

“No, this — this isn’a bad time,” she finally answered, opening the door wider and moving out of the way for him to come inside. “Jus’caught me off guard, s’all.”

Rhett smiled sheepishly as he stepped through the doorway, plucking his hat from his head and hanging it on the hooks just inside. Running a hand through his hair, he nodded his head towards her hands with a grin.

“Wha’s that?”

Tessa looked down at the little wrapped box as she clicked the door shut behind him. “Uh…It’s um…”

She looked back up into his expectant face, eyebrows raised in a nearly amused way while he toed off his boots, trying to think of some lie that would keep the gift from him for just a little bit longer. It’s for one of the boys? It’s for my dad? Her brain screamed at her to say something, anything, to get him off her back. But with his hands on his hips and slight narrowing of his eyes, she knew she was done for. They both knew she was shit liar anyway. He wouldn’t have believed her even if she had been able to come up with something and finally wrestled it past her lips.

With a sigh, she held it out to him and muttered, “S’for you.”

“Me?” he questioned on a chuckle, pulling the gift from her fingers almost reluctantly. “Why?”

“No reason. Just…Got the idea n’couldn’t let it go ‘till I…Yeah…” she replied honestly.

His smile was small and shy as he turned the present around and around in those big, calloused hands. Like he was looking for the timer to a bomb that would go off when he ripped the paper. He kept his eyes trained on it as he meandered over to the couch, shoulders hunched.

“Jus’cause?” he asked as he slowly lowered himself onto the cushions.

“Yeah. Jus’cause.” Tessa followed after him slowly, sitting down next to him on the couch and keeping a bit-lip silence until he started tearing the paper away from the box. “I hope y’like it. I-I know y’re supposed t’win’em, but I jus’thought…”

She knew if she kept talking it would turn into a ramble. A proverbial vomiting of words that would leave Rhett feeling overwhelmed and unsure how he felt. Saying whatever it took to get her to stop talking even if he didn’t really mean it. So instead, she watched anxiously with her arms wrapped tightly around her torso as he finished off tearing away the wrapping paper. As he lifted the lid from the box and took in what was carefully tucked inside the protective styrofoam casing.

“Oh,” he muttered quietly as his blue eyes like cloudy days scanned the gift.

It was a belt buckle. The silver plating shiny and new. Engraved into it was a stylized sun and a bull’s horn on either side. From all the imperfections and the attention to detail, it was clear that it was handcrafted. Rustic in its design, old school. Rhett traced his thumb over the line work but didn’t take it out of the box still sat lazily over his spread thighs.

Tessa felt her expression drop, her heart sink into her gut. “You don’like it.”

“No, no —” he immediately answered, glancing over at her quickly then back down to the buckle. “I jus’...How much’d you spend on this?”

And there it was. That sincere denial and assertion. With those blue eyes downcast and cheeks flushed and a slight shake of his head as he continued to look at the gift. She could practically see what he was thinking. How he didn’t deserve this. How she should have spent her money on something else. Anything else. How he hadn’t earned it.

Where did he learn that love was something that had to be earned? Where did he get the idea that he didn’t deserve to be treated to nice things?

From her experience, she knew where he learned. And it twisted up something angry and sour in her gut that forced the corners of her mouth to turn down. Apples never fell far from trees in Wabang, and sometimes it was the trees that were doing the throwing. Because it was clear to her, as she watched him waiting for her answer on the price, that he did like the gift. Despite all his hesitations. He wouldn’t stop looking at it. Tracing his thumb over the rough edges of the etching.

He might not have earned it the way he had all those other buckles she saw lined up on his dresser, but he wanted this one.

And she wanted him to want it freely.

“Doesn’matter how much I spent,” she finally said, tucking her legs up underneath herself as she scooted closer to him. “I jus’know…Y’always call me sunshine n’y’always say I’m y’r good luck charm before a ride so…Jus’a little bit’a good luck sunshine t’carry around with ya.”

Rhett finally turned his head to look over at her, a lock of dark hair curled at the end falling into his face. He chewed his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed as he studied her like she was about to change her mind at any second. But her mind was set, and so she smiled. Small and reassuring as she reached out and tucked that stray hair behind his ear like she knew he liked.

“You sure?” he questioned quietly.

“Positive.” Then she quickly added on, “I mean, y’don’have t’wear it if ya don’like it, obviously, but I jus’thought —”

But Rhett was quick to cut her off as he pulled the buckle from the box. “No, I love it. It, uh — reminds me’a you.”

Tessa felt her cheeks heat up as he turned the buckle over in his large palm, inspecting the blacksmith’s symbol on the back. That was what she was hoping for, even though the thought of it still sounded weirdly conceited to her. They didn’t get to spend much time together with her busy and consistently changing schedule with the Boy’s Home and him trying his hand at more out of state rodeos. But this way, he could carry around a piece of her always. Could bring him good luck even when she couldn’t be there. Could maybe keep those buckle bunnies from oogling what wasn’t theirs.

“Good, m’glad y’like it.”

Without another word or thought, Rhett got up from the couch. Tessa felt a heat pool in her belly, and in her cheeks, as she watched him. One handed, he undid his belt and slid the old buckle he was wearing off. She swallowed something thick as he put the new buckle on his belt and redid the clasp.

Like her own claim on him. Her own mark.

He turned to her once he felt it was centered, those slightly too tight jeans hugging his thighs and hips on full display with his fingers perched on the leather of his belt. Right in front of her face. She had to stop herself from rubbing her thighs together at the sight of her sunshine sitting pretty and shiny right above his zipper.

“Whaddaya think? Look good?” he asked, looking down at the buckle then up at her with the most sincere expression.

Christ, he had no idea what he was doing to her.

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed with a nod.

“What?” he chuckled lowly.

Her throat was suddenly too dry to really speak. Tongue too big to form the words as her eyes kept flicking back and forth between his expectant smiling face and the buckle he now wore. Tessa never thought she could be possessive until this moment. But there it was, rearing its ugly head as she thought about everyone seeing him wearing it and knowing what it meant.

That he was hers.

Rhett Abbott was hers.

With his quiet way of speaking and passion and kindness and sincerity so loud she could nearly see it. With his big hand, rough and warm, cupping her cheek and gently forcing her to look up into his face.

“Y’like it?” he asked again, softer and darker all at once, an understanding taking hold of his face.

“Yes,” she squeaked breathlessly.

A small grin ticked up the corner of his mouth, and he nodded his head down at her as he said, “Show me, sunshine.”

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fckinwild-kiwi · 1 year ago

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Dec. 12th: Errand Day

Day 12: Grocery Shopping/Somone sets off the fire alarm

Day 12 of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge is upon us!

Warnings: Maybe Swearing (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni) Word Counts: 1.1k+ Words Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Finally having a day off of work, I decided to spend the day running some unnecessary errands, Target, TJ Maxx, and Ulta. A day full of treating myself with a vanilla latte in hand. After I got out of bed, I took my time getting ready. I put on an outfit that made me confident but was also practical for an errand day. Once I was dressed and I finished my hair and makeup. I walked down the stairs hoping to find some coffee still in the pot from my parents so I could make an iced latte. Instead, I found Steve sitting at my kitchen table reading the newspaper that was undoubtedly left by my dad.

“Stevie,” I said, crossing the threshold into the kitchen and making my way towards him. “What are you doing here, I though you had to work today?”

“I was supposed to but Keith called to swap shifts with me for later in the week. Apparently they needed a manager to be there to sign for a delivery today,” He said, standing up to pull you in for a kiss.

“Mm,” I acknowledged, leaning into the kiss before breaking away. “Does this mean you want to join me with running errands today?”

“Only if those errands include grocery shopping, I need to get some things for my house,” Steve responded.

“I think I can make that work,” I said before smiling up at the boy. After telling Steve the plans I had for the day, I poured us both an iced coffee and we got into Steve’s car to head to our first destination, TJ Maxx.

“So what do we need to get here?” Steve questioned as you walked through the automatic doors.

“Oh, we don’t need anything. We are just looking to see if we see anything that we can’t live without.”

“That sounds like we are wasting time,” Steve wondered out loud, looking at me with a weird look in his eyes.

“It’s not wasting time, Stevie, it’s like a hobby, unnecessary but it brings joy.”

“Hm, okay,” Steve responded, not really believing it.

Together, we walked through the entirety of the store, I would pick up random items, asking Steve his opinion of them. Before long, his interest was piqued and he was invested in this ‘hobby.’

“Baby,” Steve said, garnering my attention before shoving a kitchen tool in my face. “Look at this, I feel like this is something we can’t live without.”

“Steve, I’m not sure we have a use for a loose-leaf tea holder,” I said, a smile overtaking my face at his giddy reaction. “Have you ever had a cup of tea?”

“No, but I feel like I could start.”

“And that is when we know it’s the to leave the store,” I said, grabbing the item from him and putting it back on the shelf. Placing my hand out for Steve to grab it, he signed before accepting as I dragged us out of the store.

“Next up is Ulta,” I said as he put the car into drive. “I have a few things I do need to buy so this is less casual browse and more of a get in and out situation.”

“Thank god, I know even less about makeup,” Steve breathed out.

“Well today is the day I teach you!”

A few minutes later, we pulled up to the Ulta. Steve got out before opening my door and together we walked through the second set of automatic doors today. “So I need to get more blush, mascara, and setting spray, just follow me.”

On a mission to get through the store, I quickly grabbed a basket and handed it to Steve, reminding him to follow me. I walked over to the Morphe setting spray and tossed one can in the basket. Then, I found the Fenty cream blush and mascara and tossed both of them into the basket. “Okay, handsome, let’s go checkout.”

“Let me get it for you,” Steve said as we approached the checkout counter.

“Babe, these are not cheap, I can get it.”

“No,” Steve argued. “They can’t be that bad. It’s probably what, $30?”

The lady at the counter let out a laugh. “It’s his first time,” I said, pointing at Steve. “It’s going to be more than $30, baby.”

“Your total is $82.37,” The lady at the counter said, looking over to Steve to see his bewildered expression.

“Yeah, I think I’ll let you get this one,” Steve whispered as I laughed and swiped my card.

“Let’s go get groceries,” I said as we walked out of the store and back into Steve’s BMW. The drive to the grocery store was quick and before long, I was pulling out a cart to follow along with Steve’s grocery shopping. “I’ll follow you, handsome!”

“Okay, let’s start with the produce,” Steve said, taking off towards the fruits and vegetables. He started grabbing his essentials such as spinach, avocados, bell peppers, carrots, apples, and bananas. Then he started walking towards the bakery.

“Why did you throw in everything bagels?” I questioned. “You hate them...”

“You love them,” He shrugged before throwing more items in the cart. You were thrown off. Of course he would be kind enough to get you your favorite bagel, especially with the increase in sleepovers. After hearing his reasons I mumbled out a quick thank you before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

With a deep blush forming on his cheeks, Steve turned away before heading towards the dairy section. As I slowly followed him over, he already had a few items in his hands. When I approached, Steve put sweet cream creamer in the cart.

“Baby,” I said, grabbing the creamer back out of the cart. “You hate this creamer, why are you trying to buy it?”

“You love it,” He said, shrugging his shoulder AGAIN.

“Steven,” I said sternly. “You have to let me buy the things that I need to use when I’m at your place.”

“Absolutely not,” he responded before walking away. Steve continued walking down the aisles, throwing in his essential snacks and things to make dinner, especially with his parents away. Once we began walking down the chip aisle, Steve grabbed the blue Takis, throwing them in the cart too.

“Steven, what are you doing, those are too hot for you!”

“You love them,” He reiterated. “I want you to be comfortable and have snacks and foods that you love whenever you’re with me. It’s my way of taking care of you.”

“Okay,” I whispered, abandoning the cart and throwing myself in Steve’s arms. As he secured his arms around me, I whispered, “Can we get some ice cream too?”

“Duh,” Steve said, smirking down at you. “It was already on the list, we just haven’t made it to the frozen section yet.”

“You spoil me, Harrington,” I said, leaning up to kiss him in the middle of the grocery story chip aisle.

“Mm,” Steve groaned, pulling himself away from me to respond. “I’d buy you ice cream and takes everyday if it brought that smile to your face.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you,” Steve echoed. “Let’s go finish up so we can go home and cuddle.”

“Errand day is the best day,” I said bumping my hips to Steve’s as we walked down the chip aisle together, Steve now pushing the cart.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington AU #Steve Harrington Fluff #Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader Fluff #fckinwild kiwi #fckinwild kiwi writing #stranger things au #stranger things fic #Stranger Things Fluff #comp lady domestic december #domestic december

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lillylvjy · 2 years ago

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brainrot ACTIVATED

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after moving in with ghosts, you adjust as needed but you still go out and hang out with a couple of old friends, go out and run errands. you still have a life, the point is. wilbur knows his ended, and still, he can't help himself when he sees you come home smiling and laughing on the phone. he wants to be that reason and he wants what you have.

he can't leave the place, can't change his clothes, not really. he's stuck in time and he wants out. he wants to be alive again.

you can sense these moods he gets in, when he gets quiet and only watches you from across the room instead of getting in your space. when he leaves you alone, when he doesn't ask any questions when you leave and come back.

and you can't believe it but you have to take action so your domestic ghost stops moping. so you leave a little a less, not majorly, but more often than not, you take the chance to stay home and watch shows with wilbur and tommy. at first, it was just tommy. wilbur didn't want to get close, wanting to swallow his feelings down and avoid them. but then you'd turn to look at him and smile and pat the spot next to you and suddenly he'd almost feel alive again.

things get better. wilbur starts talking again, starts joking again. smiles more. makes you flustered even more so. he's just so happy to be in your life and that you want him in it, he almost can't believe the feelings bubbling in his cold chest. he knows what they mean, he doesn't want to ruin what you two have, though. he likes what he has with you.

one night, while you're pulling the covers over your shoulders and he only peaks in to make sure you're going to bed, by the way, you catch his eye and he apologizes quietly. you shut him up by inviting him in.

"you can lay down," you say, scooting over to the wall and lifting the covers. he can't say anything, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. but he moves, moves and lays down as gently as he can, sinking into the warm blankets. your eyes flutter close, a hint of a smile on your face.

its at the tip of his tongue, the start of a confession. his mouth is stuck together. he can't fall asleep either. but when he knows you are, he leans a little closer and tucks the blanket more over you.

he hesitates, but in the end, he presses a kiss to your forehead. he whispers goodnight and closes his eyes. sinking even more so into the warmth of your bed, your covers, and your body next to him. for now, he can keep his feelings to himself. he can stay quiet for that one thing. it's okay, because you're here and you want him here too.

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sorry if this is a bit much, i got a wee bit of the rot but like gbgjknnsg aNYWAYS. hope this helps and that you like it!

This- did you read my plans for part 3/4?! Cuz like- THIS JIST OPENED UP MY MIND- wipes oml-

No but everytime you’d go out- he’d be jealous at whoever got to see you and go out with you. He wants that too be him. He wants to be by your side, outside of this hell hole.

And when he sees you trying your best to get him back to, Wilbur. He feels bad, he made you think you had to do this for him. But he’s also silently thankful you did, bc you gets more of you. He gets to see you smile and blush and laugh. All because of him. And Tom sometimes too.

So it kinda sparks something in him and is growing back to himself again.

Now when you invite him to bed- it’s so tempting to pull you close to his chest and pour out his heart to you.

No doubt he’d do that while your sleeping and then soon realize that shit- you didn’t hear a word he said and he has to say it again- to your face. It terrifies him in the best ways.

But he is super insecure about what you think of him and he doesn’t want to ruin anything. So for now he’ll be the silly little ghost that lives in your house and flirts with you ever once in a while-

#wipes my love #oml #the brainrot is getting me through this editing process #lilly’s ask

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destinationtrekk · 5 months ago

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domestic wesker headcanons (amab!reader)

a/n: i wrote an amab!version of my domestic headcanons! please let me know how this reads and if you guys like it :) if so i will definitely be posting amab versions of my smut going forward!

nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

amab!reader, descriptions of choking, penetration, dacryphilia, unprotected sex/finishing inside, probably more i’m missing, not beta read

masterlist

sfw:

After the whole ‘Spencer/Wesker Project debacle’ (as you had dubbed it in your head) ended, Albert opened up to you a lot….like surprisingly a lot.

you had noticed a lot on your own too though. the first being that he was a smoker

you could smell it faintly on his coat after a long day at the labs, and on his breath when he woke you to kiss you goodbye in the early mornings

you finally brought it up one day, casually asking if you should pick up a pack for him on the way back from running errands

you’ll never forget the way his face lit up red and how he sputtered like a fish out of water

he ignored you for a few hours, and then finally asked if it bothered you, avoiding your gaze

you laughed and told him you didn’t really mind, and over time you found out more

he was a chain smoker at the peak of Umbrella, right before they had perfected the T-virus (it was the ‘80s after all) but he had stopped when he joined the Army.

Then while he was in S.T.A.R.S. the stress of being a double, then triple agent got to him. He didn’t smoke nearly as much, but he couldn’t help a cig or two after a hard day

something else you’ve noticed is that he’s a perfect driver. You don’t think he even speeds, or rolls through stop signs when he’s in a hurry.

You think those are perfectly normal things, but he is very adamant that you should not be reckless in his nice cars, which, okay yeah

but he explains that he was mainly escorted during his Umbrella days, rarely having time or need to go somewhere alone until the end of it all

then he had been reprimanded for cruising a liiiittle too much in his S.T.A.R.S. cruiser, and that had been that

you do appreciate his driving when he’s taking you home after you’ve had too many drinks though

nsfw:

despite everyone thinking he’s a sadistic machine, I think he is very much the opposite

growing up sex was the last thing on his scientific mind, and then he was much too busy for anything other than a one night stand every now and then

now though, he comes home so tired he can barely keep his eyes open

It’s not like you two never sleep together. Quite the opposite in fact. Albert is a very generous lover, going as many rounds as you ask until he’s either too tired or you’re spent.

he’s got amazing stamina, even when he’s mentally drained. he prefers to take his time with you, making you finish at least once before he even touches himself

looooves to just grind against your ass and get himself soaked with lube before he thrusts inside - he uses enough lube to hear the wet slap of his hips and balls on your ass

adores the way his cockhead catches on your rim and just teases the sharp stretch and how you moan and clench around nothing

he also loves to push in as slow as he can, making you feel every inch of him stretching your hole

this man whimpers! he moans and whines and pants in your ear like he’s been starved of touch and it turns you on just as much as his calloused hands do.

he doesn’t actually talk all that much, except to encourage you with that’s it, fuck, I’m close, let go, baby, or he’ll ask what you want him to do - unless he’s feeling fuck nasty (love that phrase)

sometimes he just needs a release, to expel all the pent up frustration, and you’re the perfect solution

he won’t even say hello when he gets home, just finds you and paws at your body like an animal until you tell him yes or no

if you say no, he respects you. completely, one hundred percent. you’re the most important thing in his life, and it’s not even enjoyable to him if you aren’t eager and willing

if you say yes though, he will be all over you. Clothes are flying off and somehow you’ve made it across the house into bed without his mouth leaving your lips and skin

he loves to take you face down when he’s like this, your ass in the air so he can lean over you and pin you down with his weight, groaning and panting in your ear while he fucks you so hard you can barely even make a sound

even when he’s tearing apart your insides, he still likes to intertwine your fingers where you’re gripping the sheets. he just covers it up as needing to hold you still

this is when he really talks, he actually won’t shut up, not that you’re complaining. he’s telling you how tight you are, how you squeeze him like a vice and he can barely pull out. the slick sounds of your hole are driving him crazy, he can’t wait to see your pretty tears when you cum around him, loves how your cock leaks a puddle under you cause you’re so desperate for him

sometimes he likes to be rough, pulling your hair, wrapping his long thick fingers around your throat to tug you up into a sloppy kiss, gripping your hips and waist in a bruising hold, so tight you can’t even meet his pounding thrusts

always asks to finish inside you. He wants to see it drip out of your ass and down your balls and mix with your cum on the sheets he’s fucking filthy

surprisingly good at aftercare, cleans you up and holds you until you decide to get up or eventually just fall asleep on top of him. he secretly loves this part just as much as the sex, but he won’t admit it

but that’s a whole other post

#albert wesker #resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #trekk writes #resident evil x reader #smut #amab reader #headcanons #albert wesker headcanons #albert wesker smut

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chryzuree · 2 years ago

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general 2,3,7 love 2,6,7 domestic life 13 w/ chrysigil :3..

II. GENERAL

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

if by official, you mean it was official in OZ’S book, then yes!! (nobody is parent trap scheming harder than oz to get chrysigil together.. he will stop at nothing to have chrysi as his sister-in-law!!!) it also would up being an official first date when chrysi and gil figured it would be easier in the long run to stop fighting oz’s attempts to get them to be close together. and besides. they did end up bonding & making plans to go shopping early at the market.. flirting.. (oz screaming at gil bc that is NOT a romantic second date!! it shouldn’t be a date at all!!! i’m not making sense, i don’t think.)

ANYWAY, the date itself was going to a new tea house that oz had heard good reviews for. it took some finagling, but he convinced chrysi and gil, separately, that they needed to meet a client / informant there (?? not sure what the plan way, okay), and when they showed up, it was like. oh. well. i guess this is a date now.

oz left an itinerary at their reserved table, which was including, but not limited to, a museum outing, getting a rowboat trip around the lake, going to a botanical garden, a candlelit dinner, and then a walk home through an idyllic park. chrysi and gil wound up bonding over how fucking exhausted they were and how they prefer smaller things, like going on errands nd such. okay, date no. 2 is going to shop for groceries and date no. 3 will be laundry day <3

((important to note that at this point, chrysi’s only flirting w gil bc she feels safe in the assumption that he won’t fall for her, and gil doesn’t realize he has a massive crush on her. oz is tearing his hair out as we speak!! btw alice doesn’t care, bc chrysi’s already her sister.))

3. What was their first kiss like?

it was after gil knocked chrysi the FUCK out during a scuffle, and when she woke up, he worriedly tried to nurse her back to health. in the moment, she called him charming + pretty, and then she gave him a little peck on the lips. gil froze up and didn’t react. it was only after she left that he was like “wait, no, i want another kiss…” <- blushing FURIOUSLY. but unfortunately, he didn’t tell chrysi that and so she doubled down on the whole “safe to flirt because he won’t EVER fall for me” thing. oh boy.

7. What is their relationship with each other's families like?

so, like, disregarding the whole “baskerville clan trying to change time and the world by killing lacie at the beginning, before she got the chance to meet jack” thing, chrysi rlly rlly gets along w them. lottie is like her sister, and so is lily. and, i mean, alice is ALREADY her sister.

ummm, but she cannot stand vincent. fine by him!! he can’t stand chrysi either!!! he thinks that his brother should choose someone else. or no one at all. both chrysi and vince have actively been waging war behind gil’s back for the past 100 years.

OH, for the nightrays (fucking hell, gil has a lot of families), chrysi only rlly gets along w elliot. the rest of them do NOT like chrysi. that’s okay. she doesn’t mind!!!

gilbert hasn’t rlly met any of chrysi’s family, which is for the best. if he met her sister, he would… well, i dunno. i get the sense that if he ever saw the way her family treats her (including gavriel and that whole fate thing), he would push her behind him & try to protect her. chrysi’s like awwww. honey!! anyway, that won’t work. they WILL kill you. let me talk to them.

III. LOVE

2. What are their primary love languages?

gil’s is 100% acts of service. no questions asked. chrysi’s is quality time / physical touch!!!

6. What are their favorite things to do together?

oughhh.. laundry day is their date night.. also they like baking together (NOT cooking though. gil always turns around to find chrysi reorganizing their spice rack bc he wasn’t keeping her properly preoccupied. FUCK.), and also they like watching the sunrise together while drinking tea <333

7. Who is better at comforting the other? How do they usually comfort each other?

hmmmmmmmmm. i mean,i think i’ll have to say chrysi on basis of the fact that she’s more consistent at comforting gil, but honestly?? gil doesn’t do too badly when it comes to comforting chrysi!!! chrysi will jst hold gil and say all the right things (and slightly un-right things, which make gil laugh when they shouldn’t) and kiss him. gil sits silently next to chrysi while he’s trying to figure out a plan for attack + he’s quiet for so long that it makes chrysi finally tell him what’s bothering her. then he’ll hug her, bc he learned frm her that she prefers that. physical touch is her main love language, indeed…

IV. DOMESTIC LIFE

13. Do they have any "couple traditions", or family traditions?

i am the WORST at coming up w traditions.. umm, family traditions include chrysi, alice, and oz trying to drag gil to a graveyard for a picnic every month. sometimes it’s a random graveyard, but more frequently, they’ll go to one w break’s grave & reim’s and sharon’s… they miss their friends :(((( oh no, i’ve made myself rlly sad.

#.asks #m.moon🎀#s.chrysigil #i’m SO BAD at traditions I DON’T KNOW WHY..#:((( another tradition is the anniversary of azure’s death where gil jst rolls over and hugs chrysi allllllll day. they MIGHT get out of be #but only for them to watch a movie or read a book or smth..#oz and alice will sometimes pile on as well. they’re here too!!#chrysi canNOT breathe but it’s okay.. she loves her family.

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fruittt-punchhh · 8 months ago

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Pop My Cherry!

this is pt. 7! read the rest of the parts here.

Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader. Shiu mentioned, not a major character.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, pet/ affectionate names, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), Toji calls reader (doll, slut, bitch, etc.), big dick! Toji, cunnilingus (f! receiving), jealousy, domestic! Toji lowkey, breeding, rough sex ya’ know

Word Count: 9.7k-ish

Trigger Warning: emetophobia. mentions of getting sick, reader doesn’t actually get sick but yeah. I will be putting a break in the text so you can scroll through if you don’t wanna read it🫶

Notes: ladies, gentlemen, both, neither, and all the others, ITS TIMMMMEEEE!!🗣️❌✋the moment you and I have all been waiting for. please please please (Sabrina?) enjoy, and as always, ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I proofread but I’m usually high while doing that so ya’know. lemme know what you think!! love always, fruit punch ❤️‍🔥🧃

You stretch out your hands to find a cold, empty bed beside you. You were definitely wasted last night, but not so much so that you don’t remember falling asleep in Toji’s arms. You turn around to find your phone, confused by the layout of Toji’s bedroom. There was no table on your side, so you huff while you sit up. Your head is spinning and you needed some Tylenol and water ASAP.

(TW: mentions of being sick, skip ahead if you don’t wanna read!)

Oh shit. Your mouth just started watering. You didn’t drink much, but were you really about to get sick? Your heart is pounding in your ears and you were sweating onto the sheets below you. You think you remember where the bathroom is, jumping to your feet before you get sick in the bed.

You covered your mouth with your hands as you burst through the bathroom door. You grab onto the side of the toilet bowl so hard your knuckles turn white. You try your hardest to steady your breathing, one big breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.

(all clear!)

You think it’s finally passed you when you realize the shower is running. So that’s where Toji went.

“Oh shit, hold up,” you hear him say before he’s stepping out of the shower with soap still on his body. You were fine at this point but Toji still grabs your hair regardless, rubbing on your back as he whispers in your ear.

“Sorry, didn’t leave, jus’ wanted to get ready. Got some errands to run. Are you good?”

Toji was being sweet enough that you were starting to feel upset about your new semester. You didn’t think you two would ever date, but it was nice spending time with him.

“Yeah, m’okay I think. Sorry, I thought I was getting sick,” you tell him as he’s ‘sshhh’-ing you, helping you stand back up.

“I’d hug you but I’m covered in soap,” he starts, before you ask if you two can shower together.

“U-uh sure, but don’t get any ideas. We’ve got a long day ahead of us and I don’t wanna’ go rushin’ anything,” he says as he’s turning around to turn the water back on. He’s testing the water with his big hands, checking to see if the temperature is suitable to his liking. You can’t help but admire his musculature, noting how the soapy water runs down his impressive back muscles. Even his butt was muscular, which surprised you given that it still looked pretty juicy. You felt a little bold, given that Toji has now seen you at pretty much your worst. You reach your hand out, lightly tapping his ass cheek as he whips around.

“Girl what are ya’ doin?” He asks with a light giggle.

“Just admirin’ the view s’all,” you respond, laughing with him as you two step into the shower. You felt weak and your hands were a little shaky, signaling that you definitely needed some electrolytes.

Toji rinsed himself off then he lets you take a turn in the water, and feeling the warm water run down your face makes you feel ten times better than a few minutes ago. You felt so covered in filth from last night and you are aching to feel clean again.

Toji moves closer to you, wrapping his warm hands around your waist. He starts kissing your shoulder, then your neck, onto your chest, your sternum, and finally your lips. Your hands are on his chest as you kiss him back enthusiastically, feeling somewhat safe for the first time in a while. You were scared of the feelings you started to develop in the last few days. It was too soon to tell if you liked him like that, but you knew that you enjoyed being in his presence.

He deepens the kiss as he pulls you into him, leaving no space between your bodies. He sucks on your bottom lip as he pulls off, asking you a question you knew was coming.

“Ya’know we’re not fuckin’ after this, right doll?”

You can’t help but pout and ask why as if you didn’t know the answer already.

“I said I gotta run some errands and you’re comin’ with me. Plus, I gotta’ at least attempt to make it special for ya’,” he says, trying not to blush as he thinks about taking you for the first time. He pictured you underneath him, your beautiful (fair/tan/dark) skin all flushed and radiant as you whine for him to give it to you. Fuck. He felt a rush of blood surge to his dick, making him grow harder by the second. He curses his active imagination as he watches your hand snake down his stomach.

“Did ya’ not hear me? I said we’re waitin’,”

He grabs your wrist, completely enveloping it in his large palm.

“B-But please. Let me take care of you, baby, please,” you all but beg, hoping you’d get him riled up enough that he’d finally have his way with you. He loosens his grip on your wrist and you take the opportunity to snatch your hand back, immediately putting it around the base of his now fully hard cock.

“Shit, b-baby, please, n-need to wait,” he stammers, taken aback from the sudden contact. Toji woke up with a raging hard-on, opting to go take a shower before he fucked you in your sleep. You looked so pretty sitting there, finally calm after the wild night you two had. You had pushed the covers down just enough for your tits to spill out, leaving them on full display for Toji. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck until you woke up.

“We don’t have to do anything after, jus’ wanna help you out,” you say, laying it on thick as you poke your bottom lip out, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. You draw your hand back, stopping to circle your palm on his tip. Toji may have been a hard, macho man, but he was truly a softie (for you). He dropped his head, eyes transfixed on your movements. You were running your hand on his tip over and over, drawing the most sinful sounds from his lips. He was whining and grunting for you, begging you to slow down.

“B-baby, please. Don’t wanna cum, wanna’ save it for you,” he whimpers, tossing his head back. The water streaming past your shoulders was now hitting the tip of his cock, making him twitch with every touch. It took every cell he possessed to reach down and remove your hands, effectively edging himself harder than he ever had before.

You try to fight back to no avail. You know Toji has never used his full strength on you, but even at 20%, you were completely powerless. You gasp when Toji pushes you against the shower wall as he starts to devour your neck, keeping both of your hands trapped above your head. He’s fondling your tits as his length jabs into your stomach. You think the fun is nearly over as you watch Toji fall to his knees, licking his lips at the sight of your pretty cunt glistening in the water for him.

He truly could never get enough of you. Your pussy was so gorgeous, basically begging to be eaten. It was going to take an insane amount of self-restraint to not fuck you in the shower, especially after seeing your face when he dropped to his knees. You looked so hungry for him, so ready for him to take such good care of you. You thread your hands in his wet hair as you wait for him to ruin you.

“Don’t get too needy, jus’ wanna’ admire you for a second,” he says as he plants a kiss to your mound. You whine at the sudden contact waiting for him to take all of him.

“This cunt is perfect, I mean seriously I’ve never seen a pussy this gorgeous before,” he continues, kissing your slit being careful not to dip his tongue in yet.

“So tight, always so fuckin wet f’me, so desperate for my dick. You drive me fuckin’ insane, ya’know that right?” He gives you no time to respond before he’s kissing up your thighs and pushing them apart. He takes his thumb and runs it down your slit before he’s pushing it onto your clit, running small circles where you needed it the most. Hearing that little ‘oh’ you made as he finally touched you made his body a thousand degrees hotter. He couldn’t take another second before he tasted you, diving in headfirst so he could make out with your pussy.

“T-Toji, ohhmyyygooood, p-please,” you cry out, so desperate for his touch you were shaking. This was the second time this man was on his knees for you, tasting every inch of your pussy like he needed to remember the layout with his tongue. He was feral for you, moaning into your pussy while he consumed you, stimulating you in the best way with the vibrations produced by his voice.

“Ya’ wanna cum, doll?”

Your orgasm was near enough and you were so desperate for your release. This god of a man sat beneath you, green eyes looking into yours as he skillfully brings you so close to the edge.

You were a whining mess above him, and he needed that sound to be the only thing he ever heard again. Not taking a second away from your pussy, he reached to the left and turns the water off completely, which allowed your beautiful sounds to echo in the bathroom uninterrupted.

“Y-yes, pleaseplease baby please let me cum,” you beg, so close to cumming you feel like your legs might give out. Toji had full intentions on edging you as punishment for edging him, and he almost lost his resolve hearing you beg for him. He wanted to give you that and more. He needed you to feel all of him, not just his tongue, not just his fingers. Toji needed to give you what you so desperately begged for. He wanted to see your pretty pink pussy swallowing him whole with tears in your eyes as you tell him it’s ‘too big’. He needed all of this and more, and he’d give it to you…later.

You feel your vision start to turn black as you are overcome with the sensation of your impending orgasm. You’re fully humping into Toji’s mouth as he lets you use him like a toy. You’re so so close until Toji gives your clit one last harsh suck, before he pulls off with a smile.

“T-Toji, what the fu-“

For some reason he hated hearing swears come out of your mouth. It burned him up and yet made him feel so weak for you. He’s starting to think that everything about you makes him feel a similar way, too.

“Watch it brat. I didn’t get to cum, so neither do you. Let’s finish up, yeah?”

Now this was the second time that the man on his knees edged you. You were starting to think this was one of his kinks because it’s happened twice now. He even seemed to like when you did it to him. But you do remember his words from last night. Maybe he’d make it up to you by letting you cum in his mouth, on his fingers, and on his dick later.

You two finish the shower, Toji offering you a helping hand (or two) when it came time to lather up your tits. He really was a pervert.

You step out the shower, freezing your ass off as he grabs you a towel. You wrap yourself up snug. Toji’s towels were big enough that you could wrap them around you twice and still have some fabric left over. You take advantage of this, wrapping the towel completely around your shoulders too.

“Comfy?”

You responded with a cheery ‘yep!’ as you two head back to his bedroom.

“What’s the plan for today? Ya’know, we could always fuck now and later!” You slay enthusiastically.

“You think you can handle my dick twice? I’ll be surprised if you last two minutes the first time. I’ve felt how tight you are on my fingers so you’ll be lucky if it even fits.”

“Well you’re the one that said you wanted me to prove if it fits. Why not try now?”

He walks over to your side of the room, a harsh expression covering his face.

“I said no, woman. Keep askin’ and the only thing gettin’ fucked tonight is your pretty throat,” he spits, rolling his eyes at your little gasp you let out.

“You never answered my question by the way. What’s the plan, Stan?”

He laughs at your stupid rhyme, letting you know that he had to pick up some stuff for work, get your lashes, and get some lunch.

“Oh okay. We really don’t have to get the lashes, I’m just going back to school anyways. And what do you have to get for work? I mean I still don’t even know what you do. Also, there’s this really good burger spot up the road if you wanna try it!”

Toji looks at you rambling as he turns the volume knob ever so slowly to the right. He hits you with a ‘ya’done?’, laughing when you hit his shoulder. He tries to play the nonchalant, laidback role but in reality, he could not be more obsessed with you. It was all rooted in lust, but he still can’t help but think about you telling him about your day while he eats you out. He knew that even if you went back to school, he would never have pussy so good again. And he hasn’t even had you properly yet.

You arrive to a fenced-in warehouse that appeared to be abandoned. You see a black car, similar to the one Toji is in, sitting inside of a barren garage.

Toji pulls up to the gate, parking parallel to the fence.

“Look, I’ll be back in two minutes tops, do not go anywhere. Call me if you need me, don’t do anything stupid.”

He doesn’t even get the chance to hear your response before he’s slamming the door, trotting up to the gate to be let in. He makes it to the garage, hoping to see the payment he was promised.

A black duffel bag is tossed onto the floor, a cloud of dust rising from it.

“Count it.”

To which he did. It was $1k short.

“Shiu come on man. Where’s the rest of it?”

The other man shakes his head, cursing himself for being so stupid.

“Look, someone saw me on the last job I did so I had to pay ‘em off, it wasn’t my fault I swear. Someone ratted me out.”

Toji thinks hard about what to say next. He knew Shiu to be a little bastard sometimes, skimming from the top of the bucket when it came to their payouts. But he also knew it’s been about 2 minutes already and he was worried about the wrong person coming up to the car while he was gone.

“Fuck it. But you owe me drinks, yeah?” He says, grabbing the back and spinning on his heels before walking out.

“O-Oh, okay yeah, sure. Tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’ll be busy,”

“Next week then, swear.”

Toji gives him a thumbs up before he heads out of the garage, eager to see your smiling face again.

Toji walks back to the car, popping the trunk before he throws the bag into it. He hops back in the driver’s side to see a very frustrated woman.

“Why is there a fucking gun in here?!”

Jesus Christ. He should have known better than to trust you not to rummage through his shit.

“Language, god. And why are you lookin’ through my shit?”

Was he serious? I mean you knew he wasn’t one to think too hard but come on.

“Maybe because you said you had to get something from work, then you drive me to the middle of nowhere at this Amazon lookin’ ass warehouse and get a duffel bag from this guy and put it in the truck like it never happened!”

Toji can’t help but laugh. You were so concerned and worry was plastered on your face. You tried so hard to be angry with him, but you looked so cute when you got upset. The comment about the Amazon warehouse sent him, having him nearly doubled over from laughing.

“It’s not fucking funny! At least tell me why you have a gun in here, please Toji.”

“Okay okay, phew, sorry. You’re just cute when you’re mad,”

You roll your eyes, nonverbally demanding an explanation.

“Look, if you wanna know what I do for work, you have to promise not to freak out. Like swear on everything you love, because you don’t understand how bad I need to have you tonight. And I won’t let this ruin that,” he admits, patiently waiting for you to decide what your answer would be. You do enjoy hearing Toji say he needs you, and you felt the same too. At the end of the day, you know he would never hurt you, so you tell him to go ahead.

“Okay, but you promised not to freak out. I’m an assassin,” he admits, scanning your face for any sign of disapproval.

Was he serious? It would explain the gun and the large duffel bag.

“An assassin? What is this, 2003?”

Toji feels himself release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You may not have been happy with his answer, but you were feeling okay enough to make a joke, which was a good sign in his eyes.

“So you don’t care?” He asks, hoping to hear a loud and resounding ‘nope!’ so you two can continue on with your day.

“Oh no I care. I just figured you’d say something like hit man or contract killer. Assassin is so old school,” you say, still a little wary of his career.

He rolls his eyes at your response, opting to put the car in drive with his foot still on the brake.

“So do you just kill anyone that they pay you to?”

Toji sighs, hoping you wouldn’t have any further questions for him.

“I used to when I was young and needed the money. Now I just try to kill the ‘bad guys’. Ya’know, murderers, rapists, pedos, etc.”

“Wouldn’t that make you a murderer, though?”

Oh bless you.

“You could have called me that well before I started this job. Got anymore questions for me, love? Startin’ to get hungry.”

“What if I had someone in mind that I thought should die.”

Weird question, he thinks, but not out of the ordinary.

“Well I’d kill him then, no questions asked,” he says as he slowly starts to pull out of the vacant lot.

“Who said it was a man?”

“Okay, same shit. I’d kill whoever it was,” he explains, not really caring about the nuances of who he wants you to kill. “You really got someone? I could do it tomorrow, if you need-“

Oh, he was fucking serious. You saw a little glint in his eyes signaling he might have been excited to sort out your request. You had no one in mind of course, opting to drop it before he gets a little too carried away.

“Oh god no, I don’t have anyone. Just wanted to see if you’d do it for me,” you say, not expecting his response.

“Girl, I’d do a lot more than you realize.”

You two arrive to the nearest ulta as he ushers you in, telling you to find your lashes while he roams the store. He circles back around to find you stuck on which pair of lashes to get.

“Help me pick, pleaaaase! These are really cute but they’re kind of expensive. And these are cute too but I don’t even need two pairs so I just don’t know.”

“Here, lemme’ see,” he says, grabbing the two pairs from your hand. You failed to notice the basket Toji brought with him, filled with two colognes, two perfumes, some makeup remover, and face wash.

He grabs the two lashes from you and walks to the counter, not giving you anytime to catch up to him.

“T-Toji don’t get both pairs I really don’t need them. What’s all this other stuff?”

He starts placing the items on the counter, smiling at the cashier as he explains himself.

“Well, I just got paid. You needed makeup remover and face stuff last night and I didn’t have it. Plus, these smelled good and I want you to wear ‘em for me, yeah?”

You were blushing so hard and the cashier took notice, telling one of her friends she needed a man like yours. Was he yours? No one had ever casually dropped hundreds of dollars on you before. Besides the money, no one had really gotten you anything in general. Previous boyfriends always forgot birthdays or didn’t last long enough to celebrate it, always breaking up right before to avoid the awkward confrontation if they didn’t have a good present.

The cashier states the total quietly.

“Alrighty, that’ll beeee… $660.50”

Toji lets out a ‘hm’, digging in his pockets. He pulls out $1k and unwraps the band around the stack, dropping $700 on the counter like it was a $20 bill.

The cashier hands him his change and he tells her to throw the receipt away. You two walk out of the store, hearing the women behind the counter giggling and fawning over ‘your man’.

“Toji, you really didn’t have to do that. It was so much fucking money,”

“Baby, please watch your mouth around me. It makes me wanna’ do bad things to you. And I just got paid, so lemme’ do what I want with my hard earned money, okay?”

“What kinda bad things?” You can’t help but ask, still too eager for him since this morning.

“Things we might get to one day, when you’re ready. Not tonight. Don’t want ya’ gettin’ any bright ideas.”

He says, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for you. You were starting to get used to the princess treatment, ready to enjoy every moment of kindness he offers before tonight. You hoped the sweet, kind man you were spending your morning with was not invited to the bedroom tonight. You wanted him to have his way with you and use you like a toy, albeit your first time.

You thank him as he hops in the driver’s side, starting to drive to a nearby boutique. He didn’t tell you he had plans to buy you clothes. He wanted to buy you everything, clothes, shoes, lingerie, makeup, even personal hygiene items. He liked the feeling of having money and being able to share that with someone.

You two arrive and you shot him a questioning look, thinking you were supposed to be at a restaurant. “Why are we at this clothes shop? Thought you were hungry,” you ask, before he is swiftly on the other side of the car, opening your door for you.

“Well doll, seeing’ as you’re wearing my old t-shirt and a pair of sweats I had when I was twenty, I thought it’s only fair if we get you somethin’ cute to wear to lunch.” You nod your head in agreement. You didn’t want to come off as greedy, but the baggy top and bottoms that were dragging the floor was not a good look.

You walk into the store, and there’s a good mixture of cute, casual clothes, and attire that was more appropriate for a fancy event. Toji tells you to find something nice as you watch him walk to the front counter. You see him pulling out his wallet and slipping her a bill, while she nods her head with a smile before walking to the changing rooms. You tried to not question the man as you pile in your arms dress after dress, a couple of pants and a few shirts.

Toji comes back over, taking all the clothes from your hands and throwing them over his shoulders. “What was that about up there?” You ask, hoping he’ll give you an explanation instead of calling you a brat and telling you you’ll find out later.

“Well I didn’t want anybody else back there lookin’ at my girl, so I asked if she could make sure my private show stays private,” he says with a smirk, watching as your face turns beet red. You should have known it was for something along those lines. You always caught Toji gawking at you, looking you up and down and studying every feature of yours like he was paid to.

“Okay, pervert. Think I’m about done,” you say, giggling as he grabs your hand to lead you to the fitting rooms. He pulls open the curtain for you and much to his liking, there were no other patrons left in the back. You grab the items, opting to get dressed behind the curtain so Toji didn’t ravish you in a retail store.

Toji pulls open the dressing room curtain while you ask him what he thinks. You had on a light blue sundress, one that cupped your tits so that they sat high on your chest. The dresses ruffles covered just enough of your backside to leave Toji itching to run his hands just underneath it. It was adorned with little blue bows and it had a white ribbon that was laced to the corset back. You step out, asking Toji for a hand to tighten up the back.

He’s scrolling through his phone, trying to keep his cool while he watches his clothes you were wearing drop to the floor underneath the curtain. Looking through the items you had picked out had him excited in more ways than one. Especially —

“That dress,” he thinks aloud as you step out of the dressing room, asking him some question that he doesn’t have the capacity to hear right now. He walks towards you, piecing together that you need the back of the dress tied up. He grabs the ribbon, tightening it before he tries his best to make a knot without ripping the flimsy silk material.

“Toji, it’s supposed to be a bow not a military knot,” you giggle, looking behind you in the mirror to see a much too tight knot in place of a cute, dainty bow. He manages a laugh before he sits back down, running his hands over his thighs while he tries to think of anything other than bending you over in that dress behind the curtain.

You ask him again, failing to realize that he is too lost in thought to hear you. “Hellloooo,” you say with a wave, “are you there? I asked if you liked it, silly.”

“Do I like it? Are you fuckin’ kidding? You gotta take that off and try something else because I don’t know if we’ll make it to lunch while you’re wearin’ that,” he admits, trying not to blush as he pictures you sitting on his face, completely buried under the pretty blue fabric.

You slam the curtain shut again, smiling at the thought of Toji taking care of you in the dressing room. You wanted to wear something more casual and comfortable anyways, and you didn’t take Toji as the type to eat at fancy restaurants. You slid on a pair of dark blue jeans that were snug on your waist, and accentuated your hips and thighs. You throw on a fitted white baby tee and a pair of white sneakers you had grabbed earlier. You step out, asking if this was better.

Jesus, better? He didn’t know which was worse. Seeing you in that dress made him want to ravish you. But seeing you in those jeans that were glued tight to your juicy thighs, plump ass and sinful waist had him reeling too. You looked completely casual and still so goddamn hot, it was insane to him how you made him feel. He was sure you could walk out with a trash bag on and he’d gush at how good you look.

“That’s perfect, doll,” he says with a kiss to your head. Toji asks, no, tells you to grab all of the clothes you’d tried on for him and head to the car.

“Don’t you have to pay?”

“I told her to ring up everything you picked up and I gave her my card. I’ll meet you out there. Keep this on,” he says, rubbing his hand over the swell of your ass in those jeans.

You two head out on your final errand of the day, the one that you both have been anxiously waiting for. You were starving and so was he, and you desperately needed something to drink.

Your food finally arrives at the table. You both ordered a popular sandwich on the menu with a water, desperately needing food and hydration. You two hardly speak during the meal, too desperate for a full belly to bother with words. Toji finishes much quicker than you, rubbing his belly after he wipes his mouth. He continues watching you eat, making you feel like a deer in headlights. You told him not to stare as it was rude.

“Can’t help it, doll. You’re just too cute.”

You finish the last bite of your sandwich, nearly choking on it after hearing his words. You thought he’d say something about how he wished you ate his dick like that, but his wholehearted compliment was very unexpected.

He drops a fifty on the table before you two leave, knowing all too well that the meal only came out to $20. He opens the door for you before he’s reaching down to hold your hand.

“Oh. Didn’t take you as the PDA type Toji.”

He smirks, “Holding hands is PDA now? I’d gladly fuck you in front of that entire restaurant if you wanted me to.”

“Jesus, no of course not. Just didn’t take you as the type to hold hands.”

He nods his head in agreement, “Well, usually I’m not. But I like you. Your hands are soft. Plus, I don’t want you gettin’ lost.”

“Lost in the parking lot?”

“Yeah doll. All that weed smoke might have rotted your brain so I never know,” he says with a laugh as he pats your head. He opens the car door for you yet again, giving your ass a light tap before you step in.

You two make it back to Toji’s apartment, having successfully finished all of the errands for the day. Toji yawns as he drops the bags on the counter.

“Might need a nap, doll. M’always sleepy after lunch,” he states, stretching his arms over his head before he’s pulling his shirt off.

A nap? Was he serious? You were ready to finally fuck, and you’d been thinking about it literally all day. A nap wouldn’t hurt, but you were still frustrated from your time in the shower.

“A nap after lunch? I can’t tell if that’s old man behavior or baby behavior,” you say, walking to join him on the couch.

“Might be both, I dunno’. Come here,” he beckons you close to him, making room for you to be the little spoon.

You find your spot on the couch after taking off your jeans, backing into Toji’s warm abdomen as you hum in satisfaction. He was so warm, almost like a space heater. He wasn’t hard (yet) but you kept pushing your plump ass into his crotch, hoping for any sort of reaction out of him.

That is until you hear him snore. This old fogey was already asleep. You were starting to feel like maybe he didn’t want to have sex with you, either that or he was coming up with a way to let you down easy. Regardless, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift as your eyes slowly closed. A nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

It wouldn’t hurt if it wasn’t three hours long. You had to go back to university very soon, and you knew Toji probably had work tonight. You awake to him still asleep behind you. You try your best to turn around and not wake the older man. You snake your hand under his arm, wrapping it around his back. You attempt to pull him closer to you. You take your left leg and wrap it over his hip, pulling his groin closer to yours.

He was still fast asleep, looking awfully peaceful for once. You press your lips to his, hoping to interrupt his beauty sleep. You continue this until his eyes are starting to open, and he kisses you back with fervor.

He wastes no time grabbing your ass, pulling you impossibly close to his now half-hard cock. He had waited long enough. Done all the things he thought he should have. But he was aching for release at this point.

You gasp as he pulls you in closer, deciding to deepen the kiss by pressing your hot tongue into his mouth. He can’t help but comply, allowing you to kiss him further as he returns the favor.

You two stay wrapped up like this for a while, kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths. Toji pulls away, earning a pout from yours truly.

“Look, y/n. I want you. So fuckin’ bad. But I don’t mind waitin’ if you need to. Just as long as you’re waiting on me to pop your cherry and not someone else, I’ll wait as long as I have to,” he says earnestly. He wants to make this special, and he’s scared it would be a one off fling if he didn’t take it seriously.

“No, n-no Toji, I want this really bad. With you only, I swear. I-I think I’m ready.”

And that was all the permission he needed.

Toji flips you over on the couch, sitting you back on the arm of the sofa before he’s pulling your pants down.

“Let me get you ready for me, okay baby? Why don’t ya’ see if you can squirt on my face again?”

Fuck. This was actually happening. This man that outright spoiled you all morning was now about to consume every part of you.

He licks his lips before he dives in deep, needing to taste every inch of your wetness.

“S’good for me, so fuckin’ wet every time.”

He says, lapping you up like he was paid to. He flattens his tongue over your clit, circling it in an intoxicating way.

“T-Toji, yesss, please jus’ like that.” You ask, reaching your hands down to grab his hair. You take your other hand and put it on his cheek, using all your leverage to pull him close to you.

He pulls off, telling you, “don’t get greedy now. I’ll give you what ya’ want, trust me.”

He says before he continues working on your pussy, needing to make you cum for him. He wastes no time seeing as you were already so wet for him. He takes his middle finger and prods your entrance, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Please,” is all you have time to say before he’s shoving his finger inside you. The stretch was still there, but his work on your clit was helping you open up to him fully. You felt your orgasm approaching, so desperate for release after being edged not once, but twice by this man. You’re honestly scared he might do it again, until he starts curling his finger while inside you. The sensations were pushing you over the edge as you try not to crush Toji’s head with your thighs, exclaiming to him that you were cumming.

He feels you pulse and clench around his finger and the thought of you doing that on top of him has him spitting precum in his boxers. Speaking of you being on top of him, he has an idea.

“Done already?” you ask, breathless as Toji sits up in front of you. He tells you to get up to which you obey, awaiting his commands. You watch him lay back down on the couch (hopefully not for another nap)

“Come here, love. Come sit on my face. Use me to feel good,” he says, a blush rising up his face that you wish you could remember forever.

“Wait, r-really? That’s so embarrassing though, what if I suffocate you?”

Toji rolls his eyes so hard they might be stuck. “You barely weigh anything. I’d like to see you try. I’m serious, try your hardest to suffocate me with that pussy and I’ll be a happy man.”

You see how eager he is for you, both in his eyes and his pants. You slowly take a step to the couch, throwing your legs around his head. You sit back, almost sitting on his chest. That wouldn’t do.

“Told ya’ to put that pussy on me, girl. You need to listen,” he says before he’s grabbing your ass and yanking you close to him, making you sit entirely on his face. The new sensations and the ability to take control of your own pleasure was too much for you. You already felt your knees get weak when Toji starts to lick you up and down again.

You are falling apart above him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he pleases you to the best of his ability. He’s working two thick fingers inside you now, curling them with every thrust.

“Look at me when ya’ cum, need t’see you,” he says, muffled by your plush thighs and plump pussy.

Your orgasm was rushing in much sooner than you expected, that familiar snap breaking in your stomach as you gush all over his face. You look down at him, watching him drink in your release with a smile on his face. He withdraws his fingers, giving them a long suck before he’s kissing your clit, giving you one final lick to clean you up.

He pushed you off of him, sitting you in his lap.

“Come taste baby. S’good”

He says before shoving his tongue into your mouth. You two stay entangled like this for a moment, kissing each other with a fever. He continues undressing you, mouth immediately latching to your nipple as his hand kneads the other one. You moan for him, telling him he’s so good for you. Toji didn’t think he’d care about receiving praise from anyone, let alone you. Now it was his goal to make you praise him again. He’d earn that praise in due time.

You reach down to palm him through his sweats, earning a grunt from the man below you. You free him from him boxers, hand wrapping around the tip of his heavy cock. You slowly start to stroke him, spitting in your hand for extra lubrication. He’s groaning underneath you, but in his lip hard as he watches your every move.

You start to move off of him, wanting to feel him in your mouth before he’s grabbing your waist to keep you planted on his lap.

“If you put that mouth on me I’m gonna’ cum. We’ll do it later. I just need your pussy on me, please baby. So fuckin’ tired of waitin’,” he basically begs. You were so nervous for this part, but you were more than ready. You noticed how the women looked in porn, always so fucked out of it and overwhelmed with pleasure. You wanted to be the one grabbing the sheets as you moan for the man fucking you for once.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore either, Toji. So… how do you want to do it?” You ask, trying not to make this anymore awkward than it was already.

“Wan’ you to ride me, baby. Can you do that f’me? If I take control right now I’m scared I’ll break you,” he says, fully intent on having you take the lead, at least for now.

“What if I’m not good, though?” You ask, unable to stop comparing yourself to the probably many women that came before you.

“You’re gonna’ be perfect, baby. Please. Don’t wanna’ hurt you,” and while you wouldn’t mind if he did hurt you, maybe later would be a better time for some rough treatment.

You take a deep breath as you bring him closer to your entrance. He’s essentially holding his breath, analyzing your every move. You run the tip along your folds, earning a moan from the both of you. You line him up with your entrance, suddenly quite terrified of the stretch he’d give you. He was so much bigger than just his fingers and even that took a while to get used to.

You sink onto his tip, excruciatingly slow.

“Oh-Ohmygod,” he spits out, in disbelief at how tight and wet you were.

“S’big, T-Toji, fuck,” you say, no longer caring if you say a few curse words in his presence. He tells you to go slow as you finally push the rest of his tip in. You felt so full already and you still had so much more to take. You try to sink down onto him fully, his hands on your waist holding you steady as you take another inch. The stretch was so extreme and you felt like he was splitting you in half. You didn’t know if you’d even be able to take all of him. You were sweating and coming apart above him and he’d never seen something so pretty. Here he was, finally popping your cherry. You were so tight it almost hurt how hard you were pulsing and clenching around him.

“Need you to relax baby, I know it’s a lot but you can take it, promise,” he says, running his hand down your waist to play with your clit. He rubs circles on your bud slowly, helping you relax a little on top of him. You start to take another inch, slowly pushing yourself onto him further. You underestimated how helpful Toji was being playing with your clit, and you were able to take two more inches before you had to stop.

“Fuck, yeah there ya’ go baby. S’good for me, takin’ me so well,” he says, in disbelief at how good you feel. He could pass away right now and die the happiest man. You felt so heavenly clamped around him. Your face was so red and sweaty, eyes boring holes into his skin as he reaches up to suck on your nipple. The movement made him push into you even further, the unexpected stretch feeling somewhat pleasurable as you whine on top of him.

You felt close already with his skillful fingers working on your clit the way he was. You didn’t expect to cum again, at least not for a while. You want to be able to take all of him, so you continue pushing yourself down on his member as he draws you to your third orgasm.

“P-Please, y/n. Need to feel you cum on me, please I’ll fuckin’ die without it,” he says so desperately as he quickens his movements on your clit.

You slowly start to rock your hips into his hand, chasing your orgasm and relishing in the feeling of Toji’s hard cock pushing into your sweet spot. It felt so different than his fingers and you were sure his fingers may never be enough again.

You only had a little of him left before you had taken him fully. With a couple more strokes of his fingers, you were cumming and clamping around him.

“T-Toji, fuck, cumming. Please, fuck, please give it me, can’t do it m-myself, please” you ramble above him, needing him to give you the rest of his dick as you came undone for him.

Those words were simply music to his ears. He brings you to your orgasm as you beg him to shove the rest of his length in. He keeps rubbing your clit as he’s wrapping his arm all the way around your waist, impaling you down onto his cock. You came so hard, he thought you might push his dick out. The feeling alone had him almost breeding your sweet pussy. He finally bottoms out as you look at him like all the breath was ripped from your lungs. The feeling of his heavy balls pushing against your ass as he pushes almost fully into you had you seeing white. Your orgasm was still crashing into you, making you squeeze entirely too tightly around his cock.

“H-Holy shit, y/n, so fucking tight. Need ya’ to move for me, can you do that baby?”

You nod at him with an ‘mmhm’, finally feeling adjusted enough to his size to move. You pull your hips up, basking in the feeling of his member filling you to the brim. You pull off just enough for only the tip to be left inside you, shoving yourself back down on his cock with a loud gasp. Toji’s dick curved upward in such a way that he was pushing into your g-spot with each thrust.

“There ya’ go baby, nice and slow jus’ like that. So fucking good, you’re doin’ so good for me, y/n,” he says, and you love the feeling of your name leaving his lips. You continue moving up and down on top of him, mostly using your full body to move. You pick up a decent pace, moaning out little ah! ah! ah!’s as he starts to meet your thrusts. You felt another orgasm sneaking up on you, Toji’s dick pushing into your gummy walls and hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Feel good, huh? Gonna cum for me while ya’ bounce on this cock? Tell me who’s pussy this is and I’ll think about lettin’ you cum,” He demands, much too eager for you to cum all over his lap.

You felt your knees start to give out and your legs are starting to shake. Even if Toji wasn’t so big, you weren’t used to bouncing up and down like this. You plant your hands on Toji’s firm chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat as you take him like the good girl you are. Your hands wander as you rake your fingers over his nipple, hearing him whine for you as a pretty pink hue covers his cheeks. You sink down fully on his cock, grinding your hips since your legs were so tired. The hair at the base of his cock was tickling your clit as you grinding on top of him slowly, moaning into his mouth the entire time.

You reach your head down, latching your lips around his nipple as you lick and suck him. You fail to realize the mistake you made as Toji grabs your hips and starts to piston his hips into you. You release your hold on him, instead opting to grab onto his big arms for balance. You are nearly screaming above him as he fucks into you with a furosity you didn’t know he had. All that could be heard was the sounds you two were making and the loud plap! plap! plap! of his balls hitting your ass with every thrust.

“You — you look s’cute on top of me. Am I gonna make you cum, huh baby?” He says with a huff, trying desperately to keep his pace up as he pounds into you.

You were too far gone. Your orgasm was nearly here as Toji absolutely abuses your poor cunt.

“Y-Yes, m’gonna cum for you. You f-feel, fuck, s’good daddy. You own this pussy, s’all yours”

Toji nearly came from hearing those words leave your lips. He increases his pace, fucking you brutally through your orgasm. Your pussy was a vice around his cock as you push him fully out of you, squirting all over his cock and chest. You were chanting his name as you came down from your high.

He has to regrettably pull out of you for fear of cumming too soon, instead flipping you over. You sat on the couch on your hands and knees, looking behind you to see him admiring the view.

“Stop s-starin’,” you whine, feeling much too exposed in front of him. Toji pulls his boxers off and throws them to the side, fully stroking himself before he lines himself up with your entrance.

You feel Toji’s hand on the back of your head, pushing you deep into the couch. You were now just as he wanted you, face down, ass up. He slowly pushes into you with a long, drawn-out ‘fuuuuck’.

“Still so fuckin’ wet f’me doll. Never had pussy so good, so fuckin’ tight, shit. And those cute little noises you’re makin’ aren’t helpin’,” he admits as he bottoms out entirely.

You whine underneath him, this new position making you take every last inch of him. He was so deep now he was practically in your womb. He pulls all the way out before he’s harshly thrusting all the way back in, all his self-control seemingly thrown out of the window.

He couldn’t help but fuck you the way he thought you needed. He could tell by the way your face lit up when he took control earlier that you wanted him to ruin you. He promised many times that he’d make you feel good and that he’d fuck you within an inch of your life, and he was a man of his word.

He’s pounding into you now with a brutal grip on the fat of your hips, surely hard enough to leave a bruise. You were nearly crying underneath him with the way he was slamming into you, meeting his hips with your pelvis with every thrust.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ deep baby, yeah? Nobody’s ever taken this much of me, n’look at you. Doin’ so good, honey,” he says, unable to prescreen the words leaving his mouth. He’s fucking into you at an excruciating pace right before he slows up, reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair. He grabs it right at your scalp, careful not to yank too hard as he’s pulling you back to his chest.

He’s wrapping his arms around you, grabbing all over your tits and your waist as he starts to fuck into you again. You were moaning filthy sounds to him as he took you properly. This new angle had him hitting your cervix with every thrust, the slight pain mixing with the extreme pleasure as you get ready to cum for him again.

“So d-deep baby, yeah. Bet you can feel me all in here, huh?” He says as he reaches his hand down to your navel, pushing hard onto your stomach. You scream as your cunt clenches around him, coming so close to your orgasm. He reached his hand even further, flicking his fingers on your clit. It only took a few seconds of the added stimulation before you were cumming all over his thick cock, begging him to stop before you lose yourself.

“Good girl, that’s it, make a fuckin’ mess on me baby doll,” he says, pulling out and admiring the creamy white ring you left on the base of his cock. Your pussy was so tight he felt like he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted to fuck you for hours, but after being edged this morning he was much closer than he wanted to be.

He kisses up your spine before he’s laying you back down on the couch facing him.

“Wanna see that pretty face with my cum all over it, yeah? Wanna watch you cum for me again, baby please,” he begs, wrapping his hands around the back of your knees as he spreads you for him. He looks down at your swollen cunt, all puffy and abused from his dick. It was weeping with your fluids and if he wasn’t so desperate to cum, he’d be eating you again in a heartbeat. He gathers the saliva in his mouth, spitting on your pussy for some added lubrication. It was definitely not needed, but watching it glide over your swollen folds was more than enough. He lines himself up with your entrance once more as he sinks himself into you again, watching how desperately your pretty pink pussy swallows him whole.

“G-God, look at that. She needs this cock so bad. Practically beggin’ for my cum isn’t she?” He asks you, obviously referring to your cunt. You are at a loss for words as you nod your head quickly, pulling him into a deep kiss. He starts pumping into you now, drinking in every noise that escapes your mouth with his own. He pulls back enough just to watch your face as he pounds into you. Your brows are scrunched together as he hits your cervix, the pain mixing with the pleasure making you see stars. He was taking such good care of you and you knew you would be cumming before you were ready.

His orgasm was fast approaching as he gave you all his inches. Your pussy was making these obscene squelching sounds and you were a moaning mess underneath him. He was getting so close and he needed you to take him just a little bit deeper. He removes his hands from your knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bends down to kiss you, effectively putting you into a mating press.

“T-Toji! My, Ohmygod, right there, please please don’t stop please,” you beg, feeling like you could cum at any second.

“Course not, baby. This s-sweet cunt’s gonna’ make me cum. Where’d ya’ want it, hm?” He had full intentions of busting on your face, but thinking about your pussy or your tits covered in his seed had him rolling his eyes into his skull.

“Inside, p-please, m’on the pill. Gimme’ your babies, daddy,” you say, wanting to see how good it’d feel to let him claim you like that.

“O-oh shit, yeah? Such a filthy slut for me, huh? Like a bitch in heat, wantin’ me to knock you up. Lemme fill you up, y/n, gonna give you all my cum,” he says, using every last brain cell to say it. Your pussy was clamping down on him yet again, signaling that you were finally cumming on his dick. His nasty words went straight to your pussy as you snake your hand down to play with your clit, helping you work through your orgasm.

Fuck, seeing you like this, watching how flustered you got when he called you names had him so close. He thrusted into you a few more times before he was pressing his full body weight into you, breaking you in half with his tip pressed flush against your cervix. He never ever came inside any woman, except for his baby momma. He had one too many brats in his life, and he didn’t need another one. But it would take an act of god to pull him away from your heat now.

“F-Fuck, baby, you’re too good, m’cumming for ya’ doll,” he said, barely getting the words out of his mouth before he was emptying himself into your heavenly pussy. Your mouth sang pleas of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ as he finished inside of you. The feeling was something you never wanted to forget. You were sure you’d never have a man make you feel even half as good as Toji did.

After a few extra deep thrusts to make sure his cum was in there nice and snug, he pulled his length from you, moaning at the added stimulation your gummy walls provided him. You cursed at the lack of his warmth, feeling all too empty, especially after his warm cum spills out of you onto the couch.

“That won’t do, huh?” He asks before he’s thumbing your clit and pushing his pointer and middle fingers inside of you. You huff at the overstimulation, not expecting to be thrown into a field of pleasure so soon after Toji finished. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling his thick fingers into your sweet spot with every thrust.

“B-Baby, ohhhmygooood, s-so sensitive,” you whine, attempting to grab his wrist before he’s pinning your hand back.

“So? S’all your fault. You and this pretty pussy made me cum early, but I gotta reward you for doin’ so good f’me,” he smirks, quickening his pace on your clit while he grinds his fingers into you.

You were already so overstimulated from everything Toji did to you, so your orgasm was impending. Toji can tell when you’re getting close now. Your thighs start to shake and attempt to shut, your pussy gets oh so tight, tight enough that it’s talking to him with those filthy wet sounds. You scrunch up your face while you whine and pant for him. You didn’t even have to warn him this time as you were cumming, releasing all you had left onto his fingers.

He tells you you’re a good girl as he pulls out of you for the final time, grabbing a towel to clean the two of you off temporarily. He starts with you first of course, helping you clean everywhere Toji had ruined. He’s kissing you throughout the process, telling you to let him take care of you since you were too fucked out to care.

Toji cleans himself off, grunting at the rough fabric on his now half-hard cock. He lays down beside you, rubbing your stomach as he admits something he definitely didn’t want to.

“I think I’m startin’ to take a liking to you, y/n”

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