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That one back Tattoo (Son Chaeyoung x M!Reader)
I swear I'm working on that F!Reader fic. This is smut ... Sorry? (Should I still bother apologizing or...) Word Count: 2,088
Sitting at the bar with my girlfriend Dahyun was something that always made me happy.
"Y/N you're so silly sometimes!"
Dahyun was drunk enough to the point that anything was funny to her. I should have cut her off sooner but seeing her like this was just so cute. "Come on Dahyun lets go home."
"I don't want to go yet Y/N-yah! Can I get another shot?" I giggled at her question. "Come on Dahyun I think you've had a bit too much to drink." I had to pick up Dahyun and carry her back to our apartment. She showed little protest by lightly hitting me on my chest.
"I don't want to leave yet Y/N!"
Having to put up with a drunk Dahyun's protest was something I got used to after a few nights out. Luckily her sleepiness eventually got the best of her and she was sleeping in my arms.
Arriving back at the hotel I went in the elevator to get to our apartment on the third floor. But before the door closed another woman entered the elevator with us.
She was a rather short woman. Her clothes didn't leave much to the imagination. She was showing a lot of ski-
"Are you going to press the button or should I?"
I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts. Must've been staring for too long. "O-oh r-right you can press it first." She nodded at me and clicked on the button for the third floor. "What a coincidence we're on the same floor."
"Really? Well what are the chances of that? You know some people don't think things happen by "coincidence" do you?"
A rather odd question to ask but I guess I'll entertain her thought process. "Well I think some things are meant to happen but I don't think that everything that happens in our life is set by the universe or whatever."
"By the way who's that girl you're carrying."
"She's my girlfriend."
She hummed at my response and the elevator door opened. "Well if you'd like to discuss further you can come to my room at 308."
"Room 308? That's right next to my room 307!" Seriously? What are the chances my and this girl I just met are neighbors?
"Well who knows maybe it's a sign from the universe. By the way I never got your name."
"It's Y/N, and yours?"
"You can call me Chaeyoung. Anyways you better get going carrying your girlfriend must be tiring."
Once she said that she left for her room and I went into my apartment. When I got in I placed Dahyun on the couch and covered her up with a blanket.
I wasn't able to get Chaeyoung out of my mind. She was so attractive her tattoos, small figure, and those lips of hers were such a turn on. No wait what am I thinking?! Dahyun is my girlfriend I shouldn't be thinking of other women like this.
Feeling my cock get hard I went to the bathroom in order to relieve myself. Pulling down my pants and grabbing a hold of my cock I started to work on relieving myself. "Ugh ~ ah ~ Chaeyoung you're such a damn bad influence. You're making me have thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend because of you!"
Eventually I was able to cum and quickly started to work on cleaning up the mess I had just made.
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I've been avoiding Chaeyoung for the past few days. Seeing her makes me think of inappropriate thoughts. I can't help but think how warm her pussy must feel. I bet she could suck my dick so well. Agh! Damn it why am I thinking of it again.
I suddenly bumped into someone.
"Shit sorry my bad I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Y/N is that you?"
Looking at the person I bumped into I realized it was Chaeyoung. Shit
"Oh sorry Chaeyoung I have to go-"
Suddenly she grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing her. My face was getting warmer and I can only hope she didn't notice.
"Hold on Y/N what's the rush? And why have you been ignoring me for the past few days?"
"Chaeyoung it's complicated."
"Want to talk about it?"
I shouldn't do it. Everything points to me not agreeing with her. I have a loving girlfriend already. No I can't say yes I can't!
But before I could even answer Chaeyoung started to drag me along with her. I wasn't able to get any words out so I just went along with her for the time.
Eventually we arrived at the front of her apartment. She grabbed her keys and unlocked the door. Her room was mostly similar to the one me and Dahyun had except her room was a bit more bare than ours.
She dragged me to her couch and sat me down. Chaeyoung sat next to me and crossed her arms.
"Y/N I don't understand why you've been ignoring me. If you didn't like our first interaction and didn't want to talk to me that's one thing but I feel as if you're purposely going out of your way to ignore me!"
I looked at Chaeyoung in the eyes. Should I tell her? No that's stupid and would be pretty awkward. What would I even say "Yeah the reason I've been ignoring you is because I just get thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend with you."
"I just thought you were a little weird. I didn't want to associate myself with you." A bit rude but I needed Chaeyoung to also get away from me. If she also starts to distance herself from me it would make my life way easier.
"That's a bit rude Y/N. But thank you for telling me even if it does hurt my feelings."
"Yeah, sorry Chaeyoung."
I got up to leave her apartment as silence fell between us. But before I could go she suddenly spoke up.
"Wait before you leave do you at least want to have lunch with me?"
I guess I owe her one. I mean I did say something quite rude to her just now I could at least make up for it by staying over for lunch.
"Sure"
Chaeyoung nodded and got up to go to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at her butt as she walked there.
"Do you have any preferences or allergies you want me to be aware of Y/N?"
"No, anything's fine."
She started to cook up something. I sat in silence as I watched her cook. While Chaeyoung was cooking she bent over making her shirt slide up.
I saw her exposed back which had a tattoo. Something about it was interesting to me.
"Why did you get that back tattoo Chaeyoung?"
"Found it interesting. Why, you want to get a closer look Y/N?" She gave me a certain look. If I didn't know any better I would say she's trying to tease me.
My face started to warm up. "Uhm ... kinda."
Chaeyoung started to walk up to me. Her hips swayed in a rhythm that kept me hooked.
She sat down on the couch with her back facing me. She took off her shirt exposing her bra. "Go on Y/N inspect the tattoo to your hearts content."
I felt my whole body get warm.
I put my finger on her back tattoo,I traced the outline. It was quite an interesting design. "What's it called?"
"The birth of evil. You know Y/N I have more tattoos but I'd have to strip for you to see them."
"Well what's stopping you?" I asked more as a joke.
"Absolutely nothing." Chaeyoung turned around facing me before she started stripping off her remaining pieces of clothing. Her body was more attractive than I originally thought. I couldn't focus on her tattoos and was only able to focus on her body.
"Y/N my tattoos aren't on my chest."
"I - uhm - agh." I tried coming up with an excuse but I wasn't able to think of one. My cock was starting to get hard and I tried to quickly hide it before Chaeyoung noticed.
Suddenly she put her hands over mine. "Mmm Y/N I heard you moaning my name the night we met. I'm telling you our meeting was fate."
Chaeyoung grabbed my hand covering my extremely hard cock and removed ir. She let out a coo "It's so big. I wonder how it'll look when it's free."
I started to panic as she started to pull my pants down. I shouldn't even be here when I have Dahyun. But a part of me wants this moment to never end.
My cock sprung out of its constraints and Chaeyoung licked her lips. "My my Y/N a bit eager to cheat on your girlfriend aren't you?" I wasn't able to form words because I knew she was right. I really wanted her.
"Go ahead and kiss me you little play boy."
I latched my lips onto Chaeyoung's perfect lips. They were so soft and perfect for me. Chaeyoung took my shirt off and moved her hands to my chest and pinched my nipples.
"Ouch Chaeng that hurt." I muffled into her lips. Though she didn't listen and only pinched harder.
She started to rub her hands all over my body. "Ah! Ah! Your hands are so perfect!"
I took my lips off of hers and started to move them down to her small breasts. They were a little bit bigger than Dahyun's but not by much. I put my tongue on her nipple and swirled it around and used my other hand to squeeze her other tit.
Chaeyoung moved her hands down to my cock and swirled her thumb on the tip. Some cum started to leak out and it helped her pick up the pace.
"Oh Chaeng your so damn good at this."
"Am I better than your girlfriend?"
Me and Dahyun have never had sex before and I didn't want to admit that I was still a virgin to her.
"Uhm - you're getting there."
Chaeyoung smiled at me "Judging by your long pause I'm guessing you're a virgin. Don't worry I'll be gentle."
She pushed me onto my back and put her mouth around my cock. "Mhm it tastes good. Virgins cocks always taste the best." I felt myself losing control over her words. She was slowly swirling her tongue on my tip and sucked really gently.
I used my hands to push her head down and Chaeyoung took my full length. "Yes just like that Chaeyoung." My cock hit the back of her throat and her muscles tightened around it.
Her saliva coated my whole cock. I started to push her head up and down on my cock roughly. Tears fell down Chaeyoung's eyes as she face fucked me.
Pulling her off my cock she started gasping for air. "Chaeyoung I want to feel your tight pussy on my cock."
"Y/N ... you're so horney! Is your girlfriend that pathetic?"
"Dahyun has never wanted to have sex with me."
"Poor baby Y/N. You deserve to release all of your cum." Chaeyoung got up and aligned her pussy to my cock. She lowered herself engulfing it all in her small tight pussy.
"You're so damn tight Chaeyoung!"
"Now Y/N let me show you what your girlfriend has been depriving you of." Chaeyoung started moving up and down. Her fluids were now all over my cock. I reached for her small and soft butt and started to give them a light squeeze.
Chaeyoung yelped at my sudden movement but went along with it. I started to squeeze harder leaving red marks on her butt. "I'm going to cum inside of you!"
"Yes Y/N fill me up with your thick semen!"
I spanked her ass hard and unloaded a long thick stream of cum inside of her. Chaeyoung's eyes started rolling back. "It's so warm Y/N!"
After 10 seconds the stream stopped and Chaeyoung collapsed on the couch. "Y/N do you believe me now? Our meeting was fate."
"I believe you Chaeng. But we have to keep this under wraps I don't want Dahyun to find out about us."
"Fine by me Y/N my lips are sealed. Just make sure to come visit me every now and then."
I collapsed on her and hugged her naked body and we both fell asleep.
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I don't know if people prefer 1st or 3rd person writing so I'll just alternate between the both of them.
Anyways enjoy Chaeyoung, I'm facing delays so I don't think I'll have something up anytime soon but I'll try to finish the Thanksgiving smut on time.
#kpop smut#smut#girl group smut#twice#twice smut#twice imagines#twice x reader#female idol smut#chaeyoung#chaeyoung smut#dahyun
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later, then | i. rin
⎠tags ; gn!reader, pre-relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, rin in his actor era, assisstant!reader. this is sfw but i am an 18+ blog so minors do not follow me lol.
⎠wc ; 1.4k
⎠a/n ; a comm for @rabbbitseason that i had to rewrite a couple of times. i rlly liked being able to write something like this. i hope u like the direction i ended up going in sdjksdj
⎠synopsis ; on his last day of filming rin tried to keep you out of his thoughts.
"Rin-kun,"
He knows your voice well enough to know it's you before he even opens his eyes. "Hn,"
"We'll be shooting your scenes next," You say, tapping his shoulder lightly. "They told me to wake you up."
It's not like Rin to fall asleep on a set somewhere, no matter how tired he is. He's usually the type to push through it no matter what. It's petty, but it feels like he's lost otherwise.
He was exhausted before hand though. Months of shooting and he still can't get used to his schedule.
He's here from a morning flight from France that he took all the way back home to Japan. After he arrived, he immediately hailed a cab and busted ass to get here on time. He would normally rest on his journey but found he couldn't bring himself to actually fall asleep.
Professor Heartbreak is a Japanese TV drama (airing domestically lived and internationally on Netflix) and Rin's first acting role. The series follows a romance between a graduate student caught in a lot of debt and her relationship to one of her pupils, college student and heir to mega corporation.
Rin has never had any interest in acting, and had even less interest in acting in a romance drama. His manager however urged (read: forced) him to take the offer, emphasizing how good it would be for his public image among other things. Of course, Rin still declined but no matter what he did - he couldn't actually seem to get out of doing it.
He's off-season now though he started filming during. He can say with confidence there's nothing he likes about the job. No matter how much his manager or director insists that all he needs is to have a pretty face - there's still a level of annoying obligation he feels towards doing it.
The reception was more positive then they were expecting. Apparently Rin is a half-decent actor. He's not playing a character he feels is so different from him, if not much more cringe.
Rin plays the love interest Yukio. Not very expressive and rich with a tendency to chase what he wants. Generally aggressive about the female love interest.
It doesn't suit him and he doubts he'll do it again. But a lot went into getting the role. If he's going to do it at all, he might as well do it well.
Rin hates shit that's half-assed after all, lukewarm acting doesn't suit him.
Today is the last day of shooting and happens to be one of the last scenes. Shooting is sometimes chronological, but not always. Regardless, after today it'll be the last time Rin steps foot on this set. No more long nights, or trying to memorize lines, no more out of place press runs. The practice season will start again and he can go back to the busy he's been used to since the debut of his soccer career.
That also means it'll be the last time you and Rin spend time in the same room. It's the first thing he thinks of when you wake him.
Rin sits up and carefully rubs his eye, careful not to disturb the makeup he wears for set.
"When the fuck did I sleep?"
You laugh under your breath, handing him a water bottle like you already knew he would want one. He takes it from you and takes a long drink trying to wake himself up.
"Been a little over an hour. Hour and a half, maybe. Did you sleep okay?"
He scowls, just slightly. "It was fine."
"I'm glad you slept well," You add, voice full of mirth and amusement as you read between the lines said all too easily.
He was moody when he came on set with you, worse then normal and refused to sleep. You suggested he rest his eyes and Rin scoffed at you for thinking he's so stupid. He's not a kid you can trick into going to sleepy.
You conceded easily, made a single sly comment about hoping he's all there when it's his turn. It'd be a shame if he had to keep shooting the same scene and ended up home late after all. Enough of a provocation to submit to your stupid suggestion.
Rin supposes this was why his manager hired you in the first place. You're in a temporary position, your contract to be in place until filming is over and Rin's back on normal scheduling. Rin realized pretty early on that you're more like a glorified babysitter then an assistant which is why he didn't have very pleasant expectations of you at the start.
But you're competent. Push without pushing too far. Clever even when it's annoying. You've known each other for a year and the only thing that binds you is work but you're with him all the time. Maybe it's just the job, but it still feels like you know him better then most.
Not like he cares.
Realizing he was tired enough to sleep and goading him into doing it are two separate things though. But you've managed both pretty easily which he can admit is a feat. You're always like that. You remind him a little of another annoying striker in that way.
A quiet settles between you. Rin gropes around for his phone, checking his messages and the time. Still a few hours until the set wraps and no doubt social obligations afterwards. He groans.
"I'm going home after we're done shooting,"
"You can't," You say, apologetic. "Manager says you have to show your face during the after party."
"That doesn't make any fucking sense."
"You're the main male love interest, you should at least drop in for a little bit. Have a beer, unwind."
"I don't like drinking,"
"A soda then. Don't be so stubborn."
Rin huffs, carefully pushing a hand through his hair careful not to mess up the styling. There's a beat of silence.
"Are you going?"
"To the drinking party?"
Rin looks at you as if to ask isn't it obvious. You just chuckle.
"Why?" You tease. "Will you stay longer if I go?"
Rin pauses. And it's quiet for just a second too long before he realizes. You seem to understand the implication almost instantly.
Even before Rin who catches himself just a second too late.
"...I don't mind staying with you until you've filled your quota. If that's what you're asking." You supply.
Rin frowns, faint warmth creeping his neck. "Then do that."
You fight back a smile. "Sure, sure. What time were you thinking of leaving?"
"As soon as possible," He says bluntly. You laugh that time. Brightly. Sincerely.
"Seems like a waste. You can handle fifteen minutes without me, right? Doesn't feel like I need to go if we're gonna part ways so soon anyhow."
Rin pouts. A petulant, ugly feeling in him. He speaks without thinking. "You're saying it like we're never gonna see each other again,"
You both catch it.
"Are we?" You're grinning at him where you stand next to him, eyes cast down to look at his face. He fights off a blush but fails to keep from turning red. Fuck. "Seeing each other again, I mean."
He doesn't know what it is exactly that makes him answer the way he does.. "No shit."
You grin, beam really - and your fingers brush his hand on the couch. Rin jolts, clearly in deeper than he thought.
"Okay. Then let's go together and get something to eat after," You say, coy. "Since we're seeing each other again,"
Rin rubs a hand on the nape of his neck.
"Shut up. Fine. Whatever,"
You laugh again no longer hiding it. He hands his water bottle to you as he gets called onto set. Standing to his feet, he takes a breather to stretch out all his limbs.
You give him a mischievous smile, staring at him openly when something seems to strike you. Like you've just realized something.
"Rin-kun. Bend down a little. I need to tell you something."
Confused but not concerned, he complies without thinking.
You place your copy of the script strategically to obscure both your faces, and in a single split second - Rin feels something soft and warm press against his cheek followed by another giggle like a bell chime. He flusters, instantly scowling and tomato-faced and nearly cussing as you look so self-satisfied.
(Warm. So warm where you linger on his skin. Hot where you've touched him despite how brief.)
"For good luck. I'll see you later then. Knock 'em dead, okay?"
He curses under his breath before they call him one more time and he watches you disappear to go do the other half of your job. He puts his hand to his cheek and takes a breath.
Stupid. He closes his eyes and buries the explosion of feeling in him as he replies to no one in particular.
"Idiot."
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ok so I know youâre writing and probably already thought of this but Iâm case you didnât: the differences in elven courting rituals and oceanic courting rituals, specifically when it comes to wedding gifts. if you have thought about this feel free to ignore but the way I see it
elves live a while,and probably know about the arranged marriages a decent amount of time before they happen, so in between wedding planning and normal life each half of the marriage is planning some extravagant amazing wedding gift like gardens of gold or giant tapestries and stuff like that
meanwhile ocean/swamp folk who donât live as long probably have more personal gifts, even in arraigned marriages bc theyâre still getting to know each other! but either way the gifts are more personal and specifically tailored to the other half
so keeping track we have Scott, panicking bc he has like zero time to plan a wedding and learn a language and make a wedding gift and so the necessary things for life in however little time he has, Jimmy, panicking bc he doesnât know anything about scott, no one he knows knows anything about scott, and even when they finally meet scott isnât exactly an open book! so Jimmy is trying to do the same things as scott (tjough his doesnât need to be as extravagant) in addition to finding out who the hell heâs getting married to and also ruling a kingdom
AND (you thought I was done NO the adhdemons love this concept and filled the no-box fan void with fictional politics) you have Lizzie, Joel, Xornoth, and Iona, who also had to get gifts for each other
first I need you to know that I saw your url and had the immediate gut reaction of "oh same hat!" XD
Anywho
So courting traditions in general:
I don't have too much set in stone currently, lots of ideas and concepts though, because I'm half shaping the story around it and half shaping it around the story, because writing be like that (rip) but I do have a few things.
Rivendell is basically just Tolkein's elves partly isekai-ed into minecraft, lets be real. So I've yoinked the tradition from there of the bride-to-be's family gifting a jewel (usually of magical or historical or familial importance) to the groom-to-be as a sort of pre-dowry. Only because heteronormativity does not exist here it is usually a mutual exchange of gifts. Tapestries and other labor and skill intensive textile arts also play a role because of the importance of textiles in Rivendell culture (see the ask that I'm answering after this one for more details on that) And there is also just a general idea of "a demonstration of what you are bringing to the table" for the actual wedding exchange. Like the most intense and stressful art show where both your entire extended family and also your significant other/others's extended family will be judging it. (Exact form of art varies depending on the skills and interests of the elf in question; culinary, poetry, musical, metal working...the list goes on)
The Swamp has fewer actual universal traditions. Due to their recent (past few centuries) history they are basically two nations that mixed and mingled and also include a few different diasporas interspersed within them. Jimmy himself tends towards more Oceanic traditions, which include things like feats of bravery and provision. This will go both exactly as well as you think it will and genuinely very well. (Oceanic traditions tend towards dramatic and grand gestures and statements. Ability to protect and provide is a huge thing both in the Ocean and the Swamp.)
Also Jimmy absolutely panics and ends up asking a good dozen random citizens for advice.
You also have the added layer of this specific instance being an arranged marriage (which isn't especially unusual) between two empires (which is wildly unusual at their social level) That custom is, in fact, purely an Oceanic one. (Which is why Joel and Lizzie were the previous example)
Most/all of the other Empires don't tend to intermarry their royals because enough Empires don't use familial succession models that it renders it fairly unstable as an alliance technique. There's more context for the Oceanic take on it but that is a whole nother post/will be in the fics explicitly.
The point of all this is that both parties are kind of stressed and trying to figure out how to compromise/accommodate while not really having a fully applicable framework for this situation (on Rivendell's part.)
Rivendell barely has interacted with the other empires for generations let alone married them.
Xornoth and Iona actually had it fairly easy, outside figuring out how to navigate the religious minefield that is Xornoth's entire existence. It was a very matter of fact, business like courtship that Scott and Iona ran with all the stringent focus of a military operation (which it basically was) and not even Xornoth's tendency towards chaos could really do much in the face of that.
In the context of like, personal gifts Joel and Lizzie actually got off really easy because by the time they got married-married they'd technically been married for several years already.
#sorry if this is a bit rambly#i have lots of thoughts and sometimes they do not sit still long enough to be shared well#flower husbands#rivendell siblings#seablings#shadowbeans#xornoth#solidaritygaming#ldshadowlady#smallishbeans#mezalea is also part of team 'ridiculously overstated gestures'#for the record#ask and it shall be answered#spaceyaceylesbian#another spacey acey lesbian#not me#XD#smajor1995#marriage of state au#mos: asks#mos: worldbuilding#mos: shadowbeans#mos: flower husbands#mos: xornoth#mos: ocs
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tw/ hĂłrny èx bf, hè Ăs Ă crèèp, nĂ´ncĂ´n, èxplĂŻcĂŻt ând nsfw thèmès.
Itâs hard to break up with someone like him because he doesnât get the hint- itâs been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.
Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.
He bangs on your door- at first heâs gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you donât open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell Itâs not working.
He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesnât like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. Thatâs why you broke up with him in the first place.
Itâs not really a break up to him though because youâre just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.
âYn! YN OPEN UP!â But you donât. Youâre really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.
His pupils are dilated at this point, heâs feeling so crazy right now, itâs aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.
Itâs your fault, you know.
Itâs your fault that youâre so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands⌠he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you donât know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.
Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.
And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. âYn!~~~â he calls out your name with affection but you still donât respond.
Weird.
So he decides to check if youâre home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and⌠a lot of other other things.
First to fall of course itâs gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.
And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.
Oh, so you must be done..
He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesnât have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesnât give a fuck.
He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place⌠but too bad he wants you.
And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesnât mind you can because heâs missed your voice a lot.
âHi baby.â He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.
You look so sexy like this I canât help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.
Youâre just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. Itâs your fault and now youâre going to have to help him out.
âW-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?â You finally say something to him, even though youâre screaming at him like a maniac, he doesnât mind.
âI canât help it baby you know I love you and I canât live without you-and Iâm so horny right now.â He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.
He needs to touch you right now.
âI told you you couldnât break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.â He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.
His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.
He is way too strong for you.
âCome on now- look at me? Iâm so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuckâŚâ he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.
So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.
This is gonna get you so weak for him.
âLet me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.â He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.
You have missed him too.
He smiles. âI bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- Iâm doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.â He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.
You whimper, youâve always been so weak for him.
He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And heâs going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.
âOh look at you baby- youâve already started to get wet.â He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, âf-fuck. Youâre so fucking bad for this.â You moan out. He knows that youâre trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.
Him.
âI know yn.. but fuck- youâre my bad habit.â He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.
âNghhh fuck.â You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- heâs so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.
Thatâs how you like it.
His mind is in a frenzy because the noises youâre making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.
He wonât let you fall.
He will make you cum in his tongue.
âUgh fuck..â he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, youâre giving him so much.
And he knows youâre already going to cum.
âA-Agh fuck donât stop- donât fuckin stop.â You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.
He can kill anyone for you.
âO-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.â He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.
His teeth graze your clit.
âShould I fuckin bite? Since youâre so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..â he barely manages to speak because youâre suffocating him and youâre going to cum.
âYou can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.â
BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku
JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna
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zoro with a huge cock he doesn't know what to do with it
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cw. fem! reader, breeding kink if u squint, inexperienced!virgin! zoro (but itâs not mentioned), zoro lowkey acts like a pervert, solo male masturbation, hand/blowjob, cowgirl position, lots of cum, awkward boners, boob job, facials, creampie and/or breeding, damn this shit kinda long :/
note. this was supposed to be a 500 word thirst but i ended up writing this 2.3k monstrosity. so enjoy!
zoro whoâs dick is so big & thick he doesnât know what to doâevery time heâd get a hard-on itâd always end up being awkward causeâ anyone whoâd be there present with him would be able to notice it. The baggy clothes heâd be wearing would sometimes help him cover up his ridiculously huge erection but zoro still thinks it wasnât enough coverage.
And when zoro thought it coudnât get any worse, you suddenly came in the picture. Making the poor man suffer from even more awkward boners.
When he would be hanging around the crew but suddenly heâd get a sudden flash of your face & then heâd be put into this awkward situation. Having to rush to the nearest bathroom in the sunny to take care of his hardening cock.
The whole time zoro was in the bathroom, he would be letting out frustrated groans, he was stroking his cock in an aggressive mannerâthrowing his head back in frustration and groaning causeâ he was nowhere near his release. And he wishes you were there with him. Because, come on, you were the reason for all this to being with.
Despite zoroâs huge dick, he had heavy breeder balls thatâre filled with his hot sperm <3 And zoro sometimes wishes you were with him right now, so he could empty his balls deep insides your cunt. Itâs a real shame you arenât a member of the straw hats, otherwise, zoro would have you stuffed with his massive cock all the time.
Everytime zoro goes off to jerk off, itâd always end up with him edging himself. He thinks heâs doing something wrong at this pointâno matter how fast and rough he would be stroking his shaft, it was nowhere near enough and he would never be able to orgasm. Zoro started thinking that the reasoning for this is his ridiculously huge cock. That has to be the reason.
Every time zoro would finally be close to having sex, the person heâs about to fuck always ends up running away as soon and they see his sheer size. So he has been always insecure about his dick size, heâs supposed to be the greatest swordsman for fucks sake. And here he is worrying about the size of his dick.
Maybe if he had a medium sized dickâhe would be able to cum as many times as he wants. But with this big one? Yeah, zoro doesnât think heâll be able to know what an orgasm feels like any time soon.
That was until zoro bumped into you coincidentally, you greeted him with a sheepish smile and pulled him into an unexpected hug, the poor man felt his face grow hot,, and suddenly his cock was slowly hardening. Zoro curses under his breath, scolding himself mentally, this was not the right time for this.
You were babbling about things you saw on your journey, all while using hand gestures to explain things, you had a small spark in your eyes and zoro could almost feel bad for ignoring whatever you were saying and instead focusing on the way your tits bounced with every move you made, and his eyes travelled downwards to where your crotch was. Your pussy was covered from the layers of clothes you were wearing.
Zoro couldnât hide it anymore, his erection was poking his clothes and zoroâs face immediately went pale once he saw you take a glimpse of his hard-on. âZoro we can continue talking in the sunny if thatâs alright with you? âM just tired of standingâ and zoro immediately agreed, thinking you actually just wanted to talkâcause what else would you do? A sweet innocent, angel like you wouldnât pull anything inappropriate.
Zoro had a confused expression when he saw you enter his room instead of just going to sit in the main area, he had an even more confused expression when he saw you lock the doorâleaving you two trapped in his room. And when you made zoro sit on the edge of his bed as you went down on your knees, thatâs when zoro completely lost it, finally understanding your true intentions.
His lips curved into a smirk once you started tugging on his baggy pants, âoh?â he chuckles, zoro really wasnât sure about this. He was worried that you might get scared and leave if you saw his ridiculously large cock. âyou sure yaâ wanna do this?â and you looked up at him with pleading doe-eyes, you pulled down your shirt, your tits bouncing from the impact; âmhm, wanna have you cum on my face nâ tits, please?â
Zoroâs breath hitched, completely mesmerized from the view in front of him. You finally tugged down his pants, his cock slapping you in the faceâzoro immediately muttered a âsorryâ his face already turning red. But you honestly didnât mind, what shocked you more was how big zoro was, you knew he was going to be big by the way his erection was poking his pants but not this big.
His tip itself was huge, it was mushroom shaped and had a pinkish color to it, his shaft was a very light shade of almond, pre-cum dripping down his base and you couldnât help but worry if itâll be able to fit inside your mouth or if itâd be able to go between your tits. While you took your time eyeing it, zoro immediately grew worried & insecureâis it too big? did you not like it? And then zoro thought that what if you wonât be able to make him cum as well? He had so many futile jerking off sessions he doesnât know if heâll be able to cum anymore.
Zoro was snapped out of his thoughts when you wrapped your small hands around his dick, you had to use both hands to be able to fully satisfy zoro. You started with his tip, circling your thumb around the head until zoro started groaning from the feeling. Slowly moving down to the base and giving it small strokes using both hands, zoro gripped the sheets of his bedâit was completely different from what does.
Zoro would usually just go straight into it, moving his hands rough and fast to get himself to cum but it never worked. But now that you were the one doing it for him, it felt way better than when he does it alone. You were cradling his cock, kneading the tip gently, moving your hands very gently and slow. It was like you were teasing zoro the difference was that it felt so fucking amazing.
You withdrew your hands and zoro groaned in response, his face was flushed red as he took a quick glance at you, his eyes fluttered shut once he saw you positioning his dick between your breasts. He moaned at the soft feeling of your tits around his cock, swallowing his saliva when you took his tip in your mouth, sucking on the fat head of his cock sloppily.
âA-Ahhâshitââ he murmured, running his hands through his hair as he watched your tits swallow his entire length once you squeezed them together. The tip of his cock remained in your mouth, your tongue was wrapped around itâwhile you kept sucking on it messily. Drool kept dripping from the side of your chin and coating your tits, you looked up at zoro, his head was thrown back as he gripped the sheets beneath him.
When zoro decided to take a small glimpse of your state right now, he immediately regrets it. His huge tip was bulging in your mouth, a few tears covering your lashline, you were squishing your breasts together as you slightly bounced your body. And now, zoro was letting out low hisses, his thighs trembled, cock twitched, and now he was cumming all over your face and tits.
You looked up at zoro with a shocked expression and a cum covered face and zoro himself was shocked as well. He was trying to process this, is this how am orgasm feels like? âcause fuck, heâs already addicted to the feeling of it.
You licked off the white stains from your face, you got up and pushed zoro back on his bed. âCan i ride you? Pretty please?â zoroâs eyes widened, face becoming even more flushed that even his ears turned red. âI-uh, Are you sure?â you nodded your head, you just had to prepare yourself before taking his stupidly big cock.
You grabbed zoroâs hands, pulling out his middle and index finger, you placed them above your panties, moving zoroâs handsâcausing his fingers to rub your clothed cunt, zoro lets you do as you please, watching in amusement as you used him for your own pleasure. Once you took off your panties, you guided zoroâs fingers to your clit, making him rub it until you were moaning from the feeling.
âI think i g-got it, so let me do itâ zoro offers and you immediately agreed, letting go of his hands as zoroâs fingers trailed to where your small hole was. This is where his cock was supposed to go? Holy shit. He pushes in his thick digits & your walls immediately clamped down on them, zoro starts with slow thrusts of his fingersâand you were already dripping on them.
With only a few more thrusts, you were already close, zoroâs fingers were already too thick and fulfillingâyou canât imagine howâd it feel to be fucked by his huge dick instead of his fingers. You grabbed zoroâs hands which startled him, âs-stop, wanna cum on your cock instead, pleaseâ zoro raised a brow but obeyed nonetheless, retracting his fingers from your drooling cunt.
You placed your hands on his abs for balance as you positioned yourself on top of zoroâs cock, slowly pushing down, your body quivered, breath caught short as the tip was slowly penetrating you and you could already feel the stretch from just the tip alone. And shortly, his whole length was inside you, you still couldnât moveâtrying to adjust his ridiculous size.
And zoro couldnât take it anymore, he wanted you to move, the warmth of your pussy and the way it was sucking him all the way in felt all too good but he canât stop thinking about how great itâd feel if youâd just fucking move. He then took ahold of your wrists and thrusted his hips upwards, a scream left you, âw-wait zoro!â you werenât expecting for zoro to be this inpatient.
He thrusted into you one more time, as tears started covering your lashlineâhe was stretching you so good right now, particularly splitting you open. âFeels so good, fuckâ he sighs, feeling your walls clamp down on him, zoroâs eyes fluttered shut, gripping your waist with both hands as he bounced you up and down his cock.
Zoro traces the outline his cock is leaving on your stomach, was this him inside you? He threw his head back, feeling you clench down on him every time the tip hits your cervix. âYouâre so good, so good fâmeâ he coos, and all you could do was nod in response. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you try and bounce on his cock but ending up as a whimpering mess, leaning on zoro for support.
His cock was deep inside you, a bulge visible on your tummy, his hips were pressed against your ass, and his hands were wrapped around your waist. God, You couldnât ask for more than this, no, zoro couldnât ask for more. He already came earlier and fuck, it felt so good.
Everytime zoro would thrust upwards, he would let out a hiss, droopy eyeâs looking down at your messy face. âshit, youâre so tightâ heâd groan, watching as your body trembles with every thrust, as obscene sounds slipped past your lips.
âz-zoro,â and zoro swears he could cum just by the sound of you calling out his name, âgnnaâ cum, so close!â you threw your head back as you gripped zoroâs hair, your eyes rolled back as your whole body quiveredâ pornographic moans left you as you came all over zoroâs cock.
Zoro brought up a hand to your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks, removing a strand of hair and tugging it behind your earâzoro then gave you a quick peck on the lips. His hands finding their way around your waist once again.
And it wasnât long after zoro was also near his climax, zoro pressed a hand to his mouth to soak up the moans heâs struggling to hold in while his other hand still held your waist down. Zoroâs thighs trembled, bucking into you until he was cumming deep inside you, stuffing you to the hilt with his thick, creamy cum.
And after that incident, you were zoroâs personal flashlight. Always having his cum on either your tits, face or inside your mouth or/and cunt. You were always getting fucked by zoro, well this was bound to happen â he finally found someone he could give his cum to.
You couldnât say that you were used to his size, youâd still always get shocked whenever his cock would basically slap you in the face. Always having to do hours of prep to make it fit. And as always, youâd getting fucked too dumb youâd pass out while zoro was still thrusting into you.
Sometimes heâd get too riled up and would slam his cock into your âtoo smallâ cunt without any prep and would finally release you when he has already stuffed you with his cum at least five times. He would sometimes make you walk around with his cum dripping down your legs and would watch from afar as you try to run to the nearest valley to clean yourself up.
Despite being stretched by his cock way too many times, youâd always feel tight for zoro and youâd also always feel like his splitting you open every time.
And youâre not sure if youâre supposed to be happy that you got yourself a dumb boyfriend with a stupidly big cock which he doesnât know how to use without your help.
#zoro roronoa x reader#one piece x reader#one piece smut#zoro smut#zoro x reader#op smut#op x reader#op zoro#zoro x you
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(sighs dreamily) i loooove the way you write fucked up and gross simon. the size kink and somno drabbles have been living rent free in my mind for almost two weeks now. the recent stalker piece was also so deliciously terrifying, i actually had a dream/nightmare today that was a mixture of stalker!ghost and not-dog!soap đ
are you planning on writing any more for either of those?
ahhh thank you!!!! this had me wondering how i could maybe blend the two and this happened.
stalking. HEAVILY implied noncon somno. size difference.
Simon decides your dog, your baby, needs a man in the house. and since you like to call yourself his 'mama,â then itâs only right that he becomes the daddy both of you need.
Your dog does not like strangers.
He's a rescue and the sort of life he lived until now, until you, is mostly a mystery. You found him on a rainy day, panting under your awning - a gnarled mess of matted fur glued to bone. Too skinny to survive another winter. You took him in right away and gained his trust. His love. But whatever he had left to spare (lots, it seems) is strictly reserved for you. Everyone else is a threat, a worry. Even the vets he's known since you found him all those years ago still get the same wary glances, the same growls then they lean in too close to whisper something in your ear.
He's justâspecial. The sweetest thing ever when it's just you. Your baby. People jokeâslightly nervousâthat he treats you like his mother. Following you closely with his big, glossy eyes tilted up to stare at you. Loving. Cuddly. Rests his big head on your lap at night with a great, big sigh. Tired from a long, hard day of protecting his house from squirrels and the stray delivery driver.
But when it comes to othersâanyone, reallyâheâs aggressive. Territorial. All the vets and trainers say that it's his breed. That he just needs to be trained. Exposure therapy. Behavioural. And it works for all of two weeks before he's back to his stubborn self. Snapping at anyone who gets too close to you.
You post warnings on your fence. Your front door. Take precautions when you walk him. Warn anyone who gets close that he doesn't like anyone. Full stop. No exceptions. And it works. Helps ease the stress. He still goes to therapy. To training lessons. But he's smart enough to trick them into thinking he's learning.
And it's fine. People can't get too close to you. To his house. His territory.
Or so you thought.
But he's been acting strange lately.
You caught him barking at something through the fence a few months ago; spittle flying from his muzzle as his lips peeled back, snarling and vicious. If the fence wasn't reinforced, you think he would have broken it down to get at whatever was behind it.
It continued like this for a few days. Each time you went to check and see what was there, all you find is littered cigarettes. The teenage son of your neighbour, you think. He likes to hide in the dense woods so his parents can't find him. You'll talk to him about it later. Ask if he can do it a little further away from the fence so he isnât disturbing Baby.Â
As the days grow, his growls and snarls diminish before stopping outright. In the interim, your unease grows.
It's smallâat first.Â
He wants to be outside more. Always whining at the back door, scratching at it with his paw. When you let him out, he runs right to that spot by the fence. Sits down, and just stares. When you go out to look, there's nothing there. Just a dark, sprawling coppice. Cigarettes on the ground. But something catches his attention. Keeps it. Holds it.
He leads you to that spot sometimes, too. Nudges you with his big, furry head to your thighs. Shepherding you to the fence, and then sits back, clearly preening. Proud.
"You're mamaâs silly boy, aren't you?" you coo, scratching his ears. It must be the neighbour. Maybe a stray deer wandered by. You catch a flash through the tree line. Twin puddles of black peering through the tangled weeds. Your dog perks up, looking towards it. A deer, you think. A stray buck. You huff, patting his head. "Made a new friend, huh?"
But you can't shake the feeling that something else is out there. That something is staring at you.
Nothing, you tell yourself, fighting off a shiver. It's fine. Fine. He sneaks off at night sometimes. You hear him playing in the hallway. Wandering around the house. The tack-tack-tack of his nails against the hardwood as he walks back to your bedroom lulls you back to sleep. You feel the bed dip. Something warm against your back. You sigh, melting into the sheetsâ
There's nothing to worry about.
He'll protect you.
But the next morning, you find him locked outside. The patio door shut. The deck is dried from the sun, but his fur is wet. It rained last night. You drifted in and out to the patter of it on your window. The soothing weight of his body curling around youâ
He must have gotten out in the morning. Rolled around in the grass. But when you put him in the tub later to scrub the rainwater off of his cost, his belly is dry.
It's nothing. He was in bed with you last night. It's fine. Fine. Everything is easy to explain away as coincidence. Nothing usual. The feeling of being watched. The missing food from your fridge. The creaks of the old house at night. Things shifting aroundâkeys missing only to turn up somewhere else. Rodents chewing through your landline.Â
The panties you shed, tossing into a corner before getting into the shower going missingâ
Theyâre justâlost in the wash. You must have thrown the leftover food away when you cleaned earlier and forgot. The lingering scent of cigarettes. Smoke in your bed. The cloying scent of loam, humus. Fresh dirt. The stains on your bed. The strange smear in the gusset of your panties when you peel them apart.
Something thick, firm between your thighsâ
Fine. You tell yourself. Everything is fine. At best, it's a gas leak. At worstâwell.
Baby will protect you.Â
Always.Â
But the next day, he brings his favourite toy to the back door, asking to be let out, and this isn'tâ
It's not normal.
He's possessive over his toys. Keeps them on his daybed and refuses to let anyone touch them. Only you. He doesn't bring the. Outside, either.
But when you peer outside a few minutes later, the toy is lying by that spot near the fence. He's sitting down, tail wagging. Happy. Excited. It continues like this for the next few days. He brings his toys to the fence, coming in later, licking his lips. When you brush his teeth at night, you smell something gamey on his breath. Meaty.Â
Getting out of bed a few hours later and playing in the hallway. Going to sleep with you at night, but somehow getting out in the early hours of the morning, waiting for you on the patio when you remember the huff of his breath over your neck less than an hour agoâ
No. You're justâ
Getting the time wrong. It's fine. He'll protect you. He doesn't like anyone but you.
You hear footsteps in the hallway at night next to the click-clack of his nails. When you jump out of bed to check, it's just him. Sitting by the back door, head craned over his shoulder when he heard you coming. His favourite toy is sitting on the ground in front of him. You fight a shiver. The feeling of eyes burning into you churns your stomach.
"I'm going crazy, sweetheart," you coo, but feel the threads of your sanity begin to snap one by one. "But you'll keep me safe, right?"
His tail wags. You pretend not to notice the gap in the patio door. Opened just a crack. You shut it, forcibly telling yourself to remember to close it next time and fight the memories of locking it before settling on the couch to watch old re-runs. You drag him back to bed, burrowing your head into his fur, listening to the thud-thud-thud of his heart in your ear.Â
When you dream that night, it's of a big, scarred hand making its way between your thighs. A rasping, masculine voice in your ear commanding you to be goodâ
You wake up with your thighs sticky, wet. Your cunt pulsing. There's an ache there; a sting. It twinges when you move, tapering into a sore throb as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, woken up by the strange dreamâfingers between your thighs, a head resting on your belly, calling you a good girlâand a noise.
A low murmur comes from the living room. You wince with the first several steps, forcing yourself to ignore the uncomfortable feeling between your thighs. The wetness that drips down your leg, some of it already dried, sticking to your skin. Itâs fine. You just had aâ
A wet dream.
âeverything is fine. Fine. Your heart lurches. Lodges in your throat. Each beat feels like a fist against your tissue trying to break down the prison of your flesh to flee.Â
You slowly inch toward the hallway, the sound, making excuses for the fear that curdles in your belly. The itch in the back of your head that calls you stupid. Demands you go back to bed. To sleep. Youâll wake up in the morning to Baby slobbering over your chest, drooling as the time ticks away in a slow crawl towards his usual breakfast.Â
Itâs tempting. The sleep congealing in the corners of your eyes, weighing heavyâmolasses-thickâover your sense of awareness: cobwebbed in that strange, uncanny realm of sleep and wakefulness; hypnagogia turning shadows on the walls into human shapes. The whisper of wind into the brassy drawl of a voice.Â
Through it all, the prickle rears. Says something isn't right. Hasn't been right for a while now. It's fine. Everything isâ
It doesn't make sense at first. Your brain tries to wrap around the images your eyes feed it. Untangling the dizzying sense of confusion that runs along your hindbrain like a jagged knife; grazing tissue, scraping over nerves. The picture comes together quickly. There's no misinterpreting the shapes.
A man is lounging on your couch. Legs kicked up on the coffee table, ankles crossed. The remote is held in one hand as he lazily flicks through the channels on your television screen. The picture of ease. So relaxed, so comfortable in your space, that you begin to feel a little bit like an intruder. A voyeur peering between the curtains.
This feeling is reinforced when you peel your eyes away from the horrifying mask on the man's faceâa black balaclavaâand find your dog lounging beside him. Resting with his head over this stranger's thick thighs. His head perks up when you approach, tail wagging, but he doesn't get up from his spot. Content to bask in the half-hearted attention the man doles, a hand buried in his fur. Dragging over his ears. Down his back. Monotonous flicks of his thick wrist, nearly the same width as the barrel of a baseball bat.
And that just trembles down your spine in the worst way.
He's the same height as you are sitting down. Takes up two cushions on the couch with his absurd bulk. Massive, you think. And then it all rushes through you. The knife slips into your cognisance.
There's a man in your house. Petting your dog,
your dog who tries to bite the same vet he's had for years. Who trusts, who likes, no one but youâ
You make a noise. Something strangled in the back of your throat. Muffed, unable to escape through the clot of your heart getting there first. It tangles around your pericardium and is too late to take back. To swallow down.Â
It doesnât matter, though.Â
The man has been watching from the beginning.Â
Dark eyes (a dark, black flash between the leavesâ) drill into you. Staring. That familiar, unease feeling is back again, creeping up your spine. It's been him the whole time, you know. The thing behind the fence. Must be. The same brand of cigarettes you found on the opposite side is sitting on your coffee table, right beside his feet.
His chest expands with his inhale. You smell stale smoke. Something wild. The scent of the forest after a summer's rain shower.
"Finally up, are you? Thought you were gonna sleep all day." His voice is deep. Brassy. The growling roll of an approaching thundercloud. You shiver. Jerk back, butâ
Baby growls.
He's never done that before. Never barked. Never snarled. Never nipped.
But right now, his teeth peel back, muzzle wrinkling as he lifts his lips. And you know it's playful. Seen this look on his face when you throw the ball across the yard. It's just him being his silly self. He won't attack you. Won't maul you.Â
The man lifts his hand and your dog limbers up. Shakes. He jumps off the couch and trots toward you. Nothing is threatening in the way he moves. It's the same lumbering gait, the same happy wag to his tail, but he moves himself around you. Stands between you and the only escape.
"Babyâ?"
"Taught 'im a few tricks," the man drawls conversationallyâlike he wasn't a stranger in your house. "Got a good boy on your 'ands. Jus' needed a bit o'trainin'ââ
He snaps his fingers and Baby moves. Bumps his head into the back of your thighs. Pushing you. Nudging you toward the man. Itâs so horrifying familiar that you find yourself moving without a thought. Following along.Â
"He jus' needed a man in the house, didn't he? A father figureâ"Â
You're going to be sick. Think you would have been already if your heart wasn't lodged tight in your throat, keeping everything down.Â
The man lifts his hand. Curls his fingers.Â
"C'mon, mommy," he taunts, voice a derisive roll. "Come sit on Daddy's lap. It's movie night tonight."
Baby pushes you forward happily, tail wagging, waggingâ
Happier than youâve ever seen him as this stranger reaches out, grabbing your waist and hauling you onto his lap. You think about fighting immediately, struggling to get out of his hold, but he moves back and the unmistakable, blunt press of a gun sends shivers rolling down your spine. You still instantly. Back drawing tight. Fear is a wet, hot pulse behind your ribs.Â
âDonât fight it, birdieââ You feel the warm, damp press of his mask against the shell of your ear. The ridges of his lips move beneath the fabric as he speaks.Â
You hear him inhale, drawing in the scent of your shampooâyour fear: an oily thick miasma pooling behind your ears, against your napeâand feel tears pool against your lashline when a surge of familiarity wells up at the solid, firm weight of his chest against your spine. His thigh slips between yours, spreading them wide over the arch of his muscle. Limp, dizzy, you fall back into his chest when he pulls you in, slotting a burly arm over your ribcage. Locked in tight. A shackle.Â
âAinât goâ nothinâ tâworry about,â he continues, hips shifting. Moving. Andâ
Itâs a not gun. You know it isnât. When you whimper, it throbsâ
Thereâs the echo of a groan in his voice when he huffs, lips pursing into a kiss. âNothinâ at all. Câmon, BabyââÂ
And Baby obeys eagerly, jumping up on the couch beside him. His snout is warm, wet, when he presses it to your arm, sniffing. Please, you think, staring into his eyes as tears swell, pooling down your cheeks. Pleaseâ
But the man lifts his arm, and Baby circles the cushion before falling against his side with a deep, content sigh. Hope is snuffed out of your chest in an instant. The manâs hand falls to his head, rubbing his skull affectionately.Â
âGood boy.â Baby perks. His happiness is a palpable thing that swells around you as he melts, eyes slipping closed. âGonna be a good boy while mum anâ dad spend some time together, ain't you, boy?â
His arm tightens around your waist. Chin notches over your shoulder as he shifts back, legs kicking out to spread your thighs further apart.
"Now," he drawls, hand sliding down to the mess between your thighs. You shiver against him, toying with the idea of running, fleeingâbut he must know. Senses it, maybe. He lifts his hips, pressing the gun into your spine. A threat. A warning. But with the way he swallows you upâbroad chest closing in on you, trapping you on all sidesâyou know it's futile.
He has you.
Your submission makes him purr.
"Baby's sleepin', so now let daddy take care'o mommyâ"
#heâs not a stepdad#heâs a dad who stepped up đĽš#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley/reader
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MILLION DOLLAR WOMAN | OP81
an: i head to france tomorrow guys, today is my final day of freedom rip. this was so fun to write because imagine just finding out your partner is a millionaire fr, based off of this request
wc: 2.5k
Oscar could see her sitting at the dining table through the floor-to-ceiling windows as he parked his car. The quiet of their home in Monaco always took him by surpriseâno revving engines, no buzz of the pit crew. Just her typing away on her laptop with her usual cup of tea. She looked up as he walked in, gave him a quick smile, and then returned to her screen. Always so relaxed, even as he walked in carrying the tension of a bad training session.
"Good day?" she asked, barely looking up. He nodded and mumbled something about a corner he'd taken too fast. She listened but didnât pry. She never did. That's how she was. She was more interested in weekend hikes than race standings, in cooking simple meals than joining him at fancy team dinners. It was a refreshing kind of simplicity, though sometimes a little mystifying. She didnât ask about the sport or his schedule, never got jealous over the fans, and didnât seem to care about the lifestyle that came with dating an F1 driver.
In a way, it was...perfect. He didnât have to worry about her growing tired of his schedule, or about her expectations getting out of hand. She worked her 9-to-5, met him after, and never asked for more. The fact that she paid for her own things when they went out had caught him off-guard at first, but sheâd laughed and shrugged it off when he offered to take care of the bill. "Iâm used to it," sheâd said. And that had been that. No strings, no expectations.
Tonight, she mustâve been finishing something for work, because she was typing away with focus. He walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, glancing over his shoulder at her every now and then, content. The glow of her screen was the only light in the room; the apartment was quiet but comfortable, like this was all theyâd ever need.
âHowâs work?â He asked as he shut the fridge.
She briefly looked up, âLongâ she sighed but smiled at him.
As he walked past her he placed a brief kiss on her forehead and slid onto the sofa, stretching out and letting the quietness of home sink into his bones. She was already back to her typing, nodding to herself as she worked through whatever was in front of her. It was one of those things he found himself both fascinated by and grateful forâshe didnât need him to fill the silence. She seemed just fine with her job, her laptop, her little rituals that didnât have anything to do with him.
Oscar watched her for a moment before pulling out his phone, scrolling through emails and messages. A lot of them were about his upcoming sponsorship deal, a whirlwind of numbers and logistics. He thought about calling his manager to check the final figures but decided against it. Just thinking about it wore him out.
He read email after email as he heard the scrape of a chair, he looked up to see her stand up and take a call in their terrace, something he adored about this house.
Then his phone rang, Mark, he picked up automatically. âYeah, hey,â he said, voice still soft from the calmness of the evening. As he talked through the details with him, he realised he needed to jot something down. With no pen or paper in reach, he glanced over to the dining table where she always kept a notepad beside her tea.
Oscar rose, walking over to her seat, quietly picking up her pen. But as he did, his eyes fell onto the screen of her laptop, where her banking app was open.
It was one glance, just a flicker of his eyes, but enough for him to catch sight of the balance there. He paused mid-sentence, his own words catching in his throat.
That number didnât look right.
Surely it was missing a decimal.
Wrapping up the conversation with Mark, he wrote down what he needed, and looked at the screen once more. In that time, sheâd walked back into the room, her feet padding on the cool granite of their dining room floor.
Oscar couldnât take his eyes off the screen.
"Hey," he said, voice a little strained, still trying to process what he was seeing. "UhâŚhow much money do you make?"
She blinked, the corner of her mouth lifting in that effortless way of hers. "Enough," she said with a little laugh. "Why?"
Oscar blinked, struggling to wrap his head around it. This was his girlfriendâquiet, low-key, not a trace of the usual high-gloss life heâd always associated with wealth. Heâd seen people obsess over money, hover around him just because of it, make a whole lifestyle out of it. But her? She was the woman who insisted on bringing packed lunches to work, who chose thrift shops over boutiques, who still wore her decade-old watch without a second thought. She was content. Comfortable. But thisâŚ
"ThatâsâŚa lot of âenough,â" he said, pointing at the screen, unable to mask the amazement in his voice.
She just shrugged and closed her laptop, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "I guess I donât really talk about it, huh? Not exactly first-date conversation."
He leaned back against the table, watching her with a strange mix of awe and curiosity. "Not even, like, fourth-date conversation."
"To be fair, I didnât ask what you make, either," she pointed out, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Moneyâs not reallyâŚour thing."
He felt a laugh bubble up in his chest. She was right, and yet, here he was, dumbfounded. Sheâd been living in his world all this time, never asking him for anything, never trying to claim any part of the lavish life he could provide. Now, he realised, maybe she didnât need it at all.
"SoâŚwhy not mention it?" he asked, still trying to understand. "I mean, I just assumedâŚ" He trailed off, feeling a little sheepish.
"I know," she said, her smile turning gentle. "I guess I liked that you assumed. It made things easier. It let me be justâŚme. No expectations, no need to fit into any box."
Oscar nodded slowly, taking that in. It made sense, but it still felt surreal. Here was someone who, from the very beginning, hadnât wanted anything from him other than his time, his company. She wasnât here for his lifestyle or his status, things heâd been conditioned to believe were a part of every relationship heâd ever have.
He glanced at her laptop again, unable to stop himself from wondering. âSo, waitâwhat exactly do you do? Something likeâŚsenior management?â he asked, half-joking, his tone teasing.
Oscar chuckled, shaking his head as the absurdity of it all settled in. He was still trying to wrap his head around the whole ideaâhis girlfriend, his laid-back, thrift-shop-loving girlfriend, was apparently not only financially secure but really well off.
She raised her eyebrows, a sly smile creeping across her face. âSomething like that,â she replied, taking a sip of her tea.
He squinted at her, suspicious. âOh, come on, donât leave me hanging. How high up are you, really?â
She glanced away, as if considering her words, and then said it, almost like a casual aside. âIâm the CEO.â
He blinked, the statement hanging in the air like a punchline he hadnât quite caught. âWaitâŚCEO? As in, like, the CEO?â
She laughed, shrugging it off like it was nothing. âJust of a mid-sized company, Oscar. Itâs not that big of a deal.â
âDarling,â he said slowly, realising dawning. âWhat company?â
She paused, her eyes darting away, and he could see the hint of mischief there. âEver heard of Catalyst?â
âCatalystâŚwait, as in Catalyst Dynamics?â he asked, his voice growing louder with shock. âThe same Catalyst Dynamics that sponsors my team?â
She pressed her lips together, tryingâand failingânot to smile. âDo they?â
âOh, you are kidding me!â he exclaimed, grinning in disbelief. âYouâve been secretly spoiling me this whole time!â
She shook her head, looking away as though heâd accused her of something scandalous. âOscar, itâs a sponsorship, not aâŚspoiling thing. Besides, thatâs business. I keep it separate fromâŚthis.â She gestured between the two of them, clearly trying to play it cool.
But Oscar wasnât buying it, not for a second. âOh, no you donât.â Before she could say another word, he leaned down, scooping her up and carrying her toward the sofa.
âOscar!â she yelped, laughing, half-protesting, but she didnât resist.
He set her down on the cushions, pinning her playfully as he hovered above her, grinning with that spark of mischief that usually only showed up on race day. âYouâve been keeping this a secret, havenât you? The big boss lady, looking out for me, pretending youâre just this regular 9-to-5 womanâŚâ
âOscar, Iâm not spoilingââ
âOh, weâll see about that.â He grinned wider, fingers finding her sides as he started tickling her, his hands relentless. She burst into laughter, twisting and squirming, but he didnât let up.
âOkay, okay!â she managed between laughs, her breath coming in gasps as he kept up his assault. âI admit it, I admit it!â
âAdmit what?â he asked, pausing, a playful gleam in his eyes as he waited for her to say it.
âFine!â She was breathless, cheeks flushed from laughter. âMaybe I had a tiny bit of a hand in sponsoring your team, maybe. But it wasnât to spoil you! It was justâŚgood business.â
He chuckled, finally letting up, settling beside her on the sofa. âGood business, huh?â
She took a deep breath, still smiling as she nudged him. âI mean it. I didnât want you to feel any pressureâŚor obligation. Thisâusâis different.â
Oscar looked at her, his heart feeling fuller than heâd expected. âDifferent is right.â He slipped an arm around her, pulling her close. âGuess Iâm just lucky to be dating a CEO with a secret soft spot.â
She laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder, content. âAnd I guess Iâm lucky to be with someone who never needed me to be anything butâŚme.â
As they settled into a comfortable silence, Oscarâs mind was still spinning, pieces clicking into place one by one. He glanced around their beautiful apartmentâthe floor-to-ceiling windows, the sleek, minimalist design. The place had always felt like an oasis, calm and understated, like Anna herself. But something new was nagging at him now.
âWaitâŚâ He looked down at her, narrowing his eyes. âThatâs why you wonât let me pay rent, isnât it? You said this place was your dadâs, but itâs not, is it?â
She bit her lip, trying not to smile, but the faintest hint of a smirk gave her away. âWellâŚokay, maybe it wasnât technically my dadâs. HeâŚmay not have anything to do with it.â
âSweetheart!â he said, laughing as he sat up, staring at her in mock betrayal. âSo youâve just been letting me think Iâm staying at this family-owned place when all this time youâre the one paying for it?â
She shrugged, looking at him with playful innocence. âItâs already been paid for. Besides,â she added, her smile widening, âI like the idea of you feeling at home here without any pressure.â
âOh, no,â he said, shaking his head. âIâm onto you now. You may be this relaxed, low-key CEO, but youâve secretly been spoiling me this entire time. Admit it!â
She laughed, a bright, carefree sound. âFine, I admit itâI may have bought this place. Technically. But itâs still your home, too.â
Oscar pulled her close again, marvelling at how effortlessly she balanced everythingâher high-powered job, their quiet, easygoing life together, her uncanny ability to make him feel like the luckiest man in the world. âYou know what?â he murmured, looking into her eyes. âI donât care if you own half of Monaco. Youâre still my love.â
She grinned, leaning her forehead against his. âGood,â she whispered. âBecause youâre stuck with me.â
They stayed like that for a moment, her nestled into him, the quiet warmth of the room settling around them. But Oscar couldnât resist one more question, the thought gnawing at him.
He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. âAlright, one last thing, Miss CEO.â He paused, eyes twinkling. âIs your net worth bigger than mine?â
She tried to stifle a laugh, her eyes darting away as if avoiding the answer itself. âOscarâŚâ
He gasped, leaning back in exaggerated shock. âOh my god, it is, isnât it? Youâve got me beat!â
âIâm not answering that,â she said, biting back a smile as she pressed her lips together stubbornly.
âYou donât need to,â he replied, grinning even wider. âThe silence says it all. Here I thought I was the big shot, and my girlfriendâs out here just quietly sitting on an empire.â
She laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair. âWell, maybe I just like watching you think youâre the fancy one.â
He pulled her close again, laughing softly. âAlright, fine. But donât think I wonât bring this up anytime you try to sneak the bill.â
She grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âDeal.â
Oscar chuckled, still shaking his head in disbelief. He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling as if heâd just pieced together some incredible mystery. âYou know, our kid is going to be spoiled,â he said, the words slipping out with a grin.
He felt her shift beside him, and when he looked down, her expression had softened, her eyes faraway, a little spark of excitement in them. âThey wonât,â she murmured, almost to herself. âHumble start, just like we both had.â
âOh, so youâll be the strict parent, then?â he teased, arching an eyebrow. âThe one laying down the law?â
She laughed, giving him a gentle shove. âSo Iâm the bad cop?â
âAbsolutely. Iâm not budging on this.â He grinned, taking her hands in his as he leaned in close. âYouâve been lying to me for four years about practically everything. I think that officially makes you the bad cop in this relationship.â
She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face was warm, even a little shy. âFine, Iâll take âbad copâ⌠but only if youâre ready to be the softie who gives in.â
Oscar laughed, wrapping his arms around her, feeling that sense of joy settle in even deeper. âDeal, I was already planning on itâ he whispered, his voice full of promise. And as he held her close, he realised he wouldnât have it any other way.
Oscar pulled her even closer, his hands resting gently on her cheeks as he took in the warmth of her gaze, her face illuminated softly in the low light. The playful edge between them softened into something deeper, and the laughter faded into quiet, shared breath.
Slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss that held all the words they hadnât said. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, fingers curling there as she melted into him, and for a moment, everythingâthe teasing, the surprises, the whole world around themâfaded away.
the end.
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risk it all for you
pairing: tyler owens x reader
summary: you and tyler have liked each other since high school. but you both may have waited too long to tell each other, which leads to a pretty nasty fight between the two of you. thatâs when a storm comes.
word count: 3.7k
a/n: ended up being so much longer than i thought it would, but had a blast writing for everyoneâs favorite tornado cowboy
The comforting scent of burning wood filled your lungs as you sat by the campfire. You didnât even notice the smile that was glued to your face as you looked around.
The recent storms had brought in all kinds of visitors, hoping to witness a tornado up close and personal. It was the end of a busy day, and all the chasers were camping out in the parking lot of the motel they were staying at.
Tyler, your best friend since high school, had invited you to the bonfire. Tyler had always been the adrenaline junkie, not you. Chasing tornadoes was his thing, and you were glad to let him have it all to himself.
You were currently sitting in the back of Tylerâs truck waiting for him to bring you back a beer.
âSo, youâre telling me you and Tyler have never gone for a ride?â One of Tylerâs friends continued to pester you. You quickly shook your head. You couldnât bear the thought of risking your life like that. âNever, you all can keep your tornadoes. I am happy staying at home and hearing the stories.â You replied.
âNobody said I was talking about tornadoes.â He retorted. The whole group erupted into laughter. Your cheeks heated up at the implication. It wasnât like youâd never thought about it. You definitely had.
You heard a few rogue whistles. âAlright, thatâs enough.â You heard a low voice say beside you. You turned to look over your shoulder and saw Tyler with two beers in hand.
âHere you go, sweetheart. Donât let âem bother you too much.â He said, handing the bottle over to you. He jumped up to sit next to you on the tailgate. Even after being friends for years, you still sometimes got butterflies when you hung out with him.
âI mean, you canât blame them. Itâs a complete mystery how weâve managed to stay just friends. I mean, you are just so hot and irresistible. I donât know how any girl could stay friends with the infamous Tyler Owens.â You sarcastically teased him.
He nearly spit out his beer as he laughed at your joke. Whenever Tyler laughed at your jokes, it was like a little ego boost.
Many people had prodded over the years and asked you and Tyler why you never dated. Every time you gave a sarcastic response to the questions, Tyler fell a little harder for you.
Tyler leaned against you, clinking his bottle against yours. His arm pressed up against yours. Heat radiated off his skin. You hadnât realized how cold you were. Tyler noticed too.
âOh hang on, here take this,â he said, grabbing a blanket from behind him. He carefully wrapped it around your shoulders, so it would keep you warm.
You could smell his cologne on the blanket. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend you were wrapped up in his arms.
âSo, Tyler, if you two arenât together, are you seeing anybody else?â One of the girls sat around the fire asked Tyler. You instantly felt your stomach drop. Youâd watched girls flirt with Tyler for years, but it never got easier. You faked a smile, but inside, you had a pit in your stomach.
âWhy you wanna know? You want me all to yourself?â Tyler jokingly flirted back.
It was no secret that Tyler was a flirt. It never meant anything more to him. It was always just a flirty comment. But you still got jealous. You knew you and Tyler couldnât have any kind of flirtatious relationship.
The girl pretended to fan herself and blew a kiss towards Tyler. Everyone was laughing at the silly exchange. You just couldnât do it.
You set down the blanket and hopped down off the tailgate. âI gotta get something out of my car.â You lied, since everyoneâs eyes were glued on you. Jealousy was written all over your face. It didnât take a genius to figure it out.
They all went back to their conversations as you walked away. You wiped away the tear that was rolling down your cheek.
You heard a heavy pair of footsteps behind you. âWait up. Where ya goinâ?â He asked. You both knew you werenât just âgetting something out of your car.â
âAnywhere but here, Tyler,â you said. You continued walking and refused to look back at Tyler. You knew if you looked at him, youâd melt and lose the courage to leave. Tyler could convince you to do anything, and all it took was the twinkle in his eye.
You reached out to open your car door. Tyler smacked his hand against the door, pushing it closed. The loud slam caused you both to jump. It hadnât been so aggressive in his head.
He mumbled a quick âsorryâ and then squeezed himself between you and the car, his back pressed up against the car door.
You focused your eyes on the ground. You refused to look him in the eye.
âWhatâs goinâ on? Are you mad at me?â He asked you. You rolled your eyes and huffed. He waited for you to answer as you stubbornly crossed your arms. âIâm not mad at you, Ty. I just want to leave.â You said, with your eyes still glued to the ground.
He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You bit your tongue, trying to remain assured. Tyler had to resist the urge to laugh at how much effort it was taking you to keep a serious face.
âReally? Cause it looks like youâre mad at me. In fact, it looks like youâre a little jealous.â He said, smirking down at you. He moved his hand from your chin to brush a piece of hair behind your ear.
You pushed him off of you and took a step back. âOh, really? Is it that obvious?â You said, hitting his arm. He cocked his head to the side. He was expecting you to deny it, and he was a little shocked when you didnât.
âSo, you are feelinâ a little jealous? Why didnât you just tell me?â He said, taking a small step towards you. He was wearing the same cocky smile that he always had plastered on his face.
âDo you know how hard it is to see you flirt with every girl you meet?â You asked. He furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out why you were so frustrated. To him, it seemed like there was a very simple solution.
He let his hand rest on your waist, softly toying with the fabric of your shirt. âWell, sweetheart, if you wanted me, you could have just told me. Iâm right here for you to take.â He told you, genuinely. Hearing those words come out of his mouth made your stomach do flips.
âItâs different with me and you. We canât flirt the way you do with those girls.â You told him. You could feel yourself starting to give into his touch, as you leaned in closer to him. âI see no reason why we canât, sweetheart.â He said, looping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
You could feel your heart pounding. You had to remind yourself to breathe. His cologne was enveloping all your senses. Your eyes were stuck on his.
âCause with them, itâs casual. But weâve been friends for years, so it could never be casual. It would have to be all or nothing. It would have to be this serious thing, or weâd risk our entire friendship.â You told him, your voice coming out as a whisper. He ran his fingers through your hair. He couldnât help but admire you under the moonlight.
âI never claimed to want something casual with you, sweetheart.â He told you. You could feel goosebumps spread down your arms as he looked at you like you were his everything.
You had to pull yourself out of it. You were getting dragged in. âWe canât be together, Tyler.â You said, pulling yourself out of his grasp. You noticed his slight frown as you slipped out of his arms.
âWhy not? I think we both know weâd be great together.â He tried to convince you. He didnât know why you seemed so hesitant when you both knew the feelings were mutual.
He could see the sadness on your face. You wanted to be with Tyler, but you knew it wouldnât work. âI would always end up as your second priority. It would ruin us, and weâd never be able to be friends again.â You told him. Your emotion was clear in your voice.
He cocked his head to the side in confusion. That was the last thing he expected you to say. He never thought he struggled at showing you how important you were to him.
âWhat do you mean? Nobody comes before you. Nobody ever has. Iâve always put you first.â He told you. He was practically begging you for answers. He wanted to know how to assure you.
âOwens, Iâm not talking about a person. Iâm talking about all of this.â You said, looking around you both. There were storm chasers camping out for as far as you both could see. âWhat are you saying? That we canât be together because I chase tornadoes?â He asked, starting to raise his voice.
You both were very stubborn people, so it was gradually turning into more of an argument.
âIâm saying youâd always have one foot out the door. And at the drop of a hat, youâd be racing out to risk your life. I canât be wondering if youâre gonna come home. But, I know how much you love what you do.â You told him. Your voice cracked, and Tyler stepped forward to try to comfort you.
You put your hands up to stop him. He swore under his breath. He was seeing how determined you really were. He was becoming less confident that you could convince you otherwise.
âWell maybe I love you more.â He said.
The thought of losing you was enough to finally push him to confess how he really felt about you. He saw your eyes soften. Those were the words youâd always dreamed of hearing Tyler say.
You felt your heart break when you realized they didnât change anything. âOh, come on, Tyler. Itâs not fair to throw out words that you canât back up with any commitments.â You said.
Tyler was becoming more frustrated as he felt you drifting further and further away. âDonât push me away. Youâve known me for years. You know me better than anyone. You know Iâm not reckless. A risk taker? Yes, but Iâm careful enough to stay safe. Because Iâve got someone to come home to.â He told you.
You tried to take a deep breath, but all you could focus on was the broken expression on Tylerâs face. âTyler, Iâve seen you chase tornadoes for years. Iâve seen how much you light up when you talk about it. I know how much you love it. Itâs inspiring, it really is, but itâs also the reason you canât make a long-term commitment to anything or anyone else.â You told him, honestly.
Tyler shook his head, looking down at the ground. You were technically right. He had trouble making commitments. But it wasnât because of how much he loved storm chasing.
It was because of how much he loved you.
âWhat about us, huh? Weâve been friends for years. Iâve never missed a birthday or a phone call or a breakup. So, donât tell me I canât make a commitment. I have never failed to be there for you. Why would I stop if we started dating?â He snapped at you.
You flinched at how loudly he was talking. Heâd never yelled at you before. He noticed how your expression changed. You stepped backwards, putting some physical and emotional space between the two of you.
You pushed past him to open your car door. âWait, câmon, donât leave,â he begged you. He knew heâd crossed a line, and he was trying to remedy it.
âIâm not gonna stay here when youâre yelling at me like that.â You told him. He grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him. âSweetheart, Iâm sorry. I really didnât mean to. I was trying to tell you that Iâd always put you first.â He apologized, squeezing your hand. You wanted nothing more than to melt into his arms. But you couldnât.
âI canât do this right now, Tyler.â You said, pulling your hand back and getting in your car. Tyler felt a pit in his stomach as you drove off. He couldnât help but worry that heâd lost you for good.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he wondered what to do. His eyes landed on the bar across the street from the motel. He started walking in that direction. He felt stupid for being optimistic that youâd reciprocate his feelings.
His friends all called after him, having seen the whole fight go down. They all asked him where he was going, but he ignored them all. He wasnât quite ready to talk about you and have his friends tell him heâd screwed up. Because he knew that already.
So, while you drove home and started crying on your couch, Tyler went to the bar. He wasnât even really drinking that much. It was mostly just sulking.
Heâd drowned out everyone else at the bar who was partying. He was sitting at the end of the bar staring into his glass. All he could think about was how hurt you looked when he yelled at you.
He wanted to pull you into his arms and apologize over and over until you forgave him.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a news alert playing on the television above the bar. His eyes darted up to the screen and saw âMultiple Tornado Spottingsâ. He realized your house was right in the middle of the storms.
He swore under his breath and raced towards his truck. Fueled by adrenaline, he sped towards your house. He had the pedal pushed down as far as it would go.
Nothing motivated Tyler more than the thought of you being in harmâs way. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and clicked on your contact.
He anxiously tapped on the steering wheel as his phone rang. It only rang once before he got sent to voicemail. He tried to call you again, and you declined the call again.
You were oblivious to the incoming storm, and you were in no mood to talk to Tyler.
âOh, come on, sweetheart. Turn on the news, please.â He muttered to himself, praying that he could will it into existence.
Once he got to your house, he barely turned his truck off before jumping out and sprinting towards the front door.
He banged on the door with his fist. The winds were picking up around him. His adrenaline was still running high.
âGo away, Tyler.â He heard you yell from inside. He pounded on the door again. âThereâs a storm, sweetheart. We gotta get to the cellar. Itâs not safe.â He yelled through the door. He could barely hear himself over the howling wind. He quickly tapped his fingers on his leg, fidgeting as he waited for you to appear.
The door swung open. Your fear was written all over your face. Tyler grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a tornado forming in the distance.
The wind was blowing you both around as you raced towards the cellar. Tyler kept a tight grip on your hand. He wasnât going to let you out of his sight.
âLookout,â Tyler yelled, shielding your body with his as a dumpster went flying by you both. After it missed you both, he tugged you towards the cellar.
The cellar doors had already flung open from the wind. He grabbed your waist, pushing you inside before him. You quickly ran down to the bottom of the stairs.
âSweetheart, get me a stick or something down there or these doors wonât stay closed.â Tyler told you. He was wincing as he struggled to hold the doors closed.
You grabbed an old broomstick and handed it to him quickly. He shoved it through the handles and prayed it would hold.
âAlright, câmon, we gotta get to the back.â He said, nudging you.
âOver here,â you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the closet in the back of the cellar.
Tyler closed the closet door behind you both. It was a small closet. You were facing the back wall. He was covering your whole body with his. He had his hand protectively cupping the back of your head.
âKeep your eyes closed and hold on to those pipes, sweetheart.â He instructed you. You quickly nodded your head and did what he told you to do. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head, to try to comfort you.
You both had always had a nonverbal way of communicating. He obviously knew you were scared because who wouldnât be? But he also knew that one of your biggest fears was something happening to him while chasing a storm. And now you were wrapped up in that.
âIâve got you, sweetheart. I promise, I wonât let anything happen to you.â He assured you, holding onto you tightly.
A high pitched whistle filled the room as the wind started to pick up. You could feel the pressure envelop your whole body. Everything around you was rattling.
Up above you, you could hear thuds as the tornado flung around cars and anything else in its path. It wasnât long until you both heard the cellar doors rip open.
The howling wind got louder. It made your ears ring. Tyler tightened his grip on you as the closet doors started to shake. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the pipes.
âYou promise me you wonât play hero.â Tyler yelled at you. He didnât want you to get hurt trying to save him. You furiously shook your head. âIâm not letting anything happen to you.â You yelled back.
The closet doors started shaking even more. The hinges were loudly squeaking. You just knew that the tornado was right above you.
A piece of the door ripped off and flew through the air. The air swirled around the tiny closet, making it harder to hold on.
Pieces of the door kept splintering off. One of them sliced against Tylerâs bicep, causing him to wince and bite down on his lip.
The closet doors finally swung open. With the large cut on Tylerâs arm, his grip accidentally loosened. He started getting pulled backwards. He only had one hand on the pipes. He was gripping it with all the strength he had.
You wrapped one of your arms around the pipes and the other around his waist, pulling him back into you. You buried your face into his chest.
Then, the wind almost instantly disappeared.
You both continued to hold onto each other as your adrenaline still ran high. Tyler kissed the top of your head. âItâs over, sweetheart. Weâre safe.â He whispered, still trying to catch his breath.
You both slowly pulled away from each other and leaned against opposite walls. Neither of you said a word as you tried to process what had just happened.
âYou saved my life, sweetheart.â He said, looking at you with love in his eyes. You could feel the tears start to bubble up. You were finally letting yourself acknowledge how scared youâd been, now that you werenât in danger anymore.
âI was so scared to lose you.â You whispered, your voice cracking. He pulled you into his arms, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. He softly rubbed your back. âYou did everything right, sweetheart.â He assured you.
He continued to hug you until you stopped crying. When you both pulled apart, you could see the guilt in his eyes.
âThis was all my fault.â He mumbled under his breath. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. You stubbornly shook your head. âNone of this was your fault. It was a tornado. You might be the tornado wrangler, but you canât control them.â You said, trying to cheer him up and lighten the mood.
He grabbed your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours. Neither of you wanted to keep your hands off each other. You both were still worried if you took your eyes off the other that theyâd disappear.
âI shouldnât have yelled at you back there. If I hadnât, weâd both still be at the motel. You wouldnât have been in harmâs way if it wasnât for me.â He told you, apologetically. He was realizing that his actions had put you in the wrong place at the wrong time.
âIâm sorry that I yelled at all. I wasnât mad at you. I really wasnât. I was mad at myself. You should have no reason to doubt how important you are to me. If you do, I need to fix that.â He said, squeezing both your hands. You noticed a smile start to grow on his face when you didnât pull away.
âYou never gave me a reason to doubt you. I was just scared. Weâre not all as brave as the tornado wrangler.â You teased him. He let out a soft chuckle.
It was nice to have a peaceful moment, laughing together like you always did, after a life or death scenario.
âDoes that mean?â Tyler started to ask you, a smirk beginning to grow. You just giggled and nodded your head. âYes, it means you can kiss me, cowboy.â You said, cheesily smiling at him.
He didnât waste any time grabbing your belt loops and pulling you closer to him. You cupped his face and leaned in to kiss you. You let yourself melt into the kiss. His soft lips fit perfectly against yours. Just like youâd always dreamed.
You could feel him smiling against your lips. You both pulled out of the kiss. Tyler looked at you with a look of awe. âIâve spent years wishing I could do that.â He said, smiling down at you.
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Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader
Simon's short term rental is almost claustrophobic.
He tries to stay out of it, tries to keep himself busy. Active. After a week since you asked him to go home, to give you some space, he noticed he's lost weight. The thick of his ribs, his stomach, his thighs, has thinned out, cutting his bulk, exposing more muscle.
The grief feels more fresh than it has in years. Talking to you, telling you, has dredged up long buried things, agony and regret, pain that steals his breath and leaves him paralyzed. He forces himself not to think of it, but it still finds a way to creep in. To make him feel torn apart, turns him into a ghost.
He walks a lot. Walks to the store. Walks to the pub. Walks to the park. Sometimes he sits on the bench and watches mums push their buggies, wondering if it's something you might enjoy, if you were feeling better. Wishing he had made more of an effort to get you out of the flat, into the sunshine.
He's still walking to your building at night, standing under the tree, watching the lights flicker on and off. Your windows stay lit longer now, periods of sleep more infrequent, leaving him to worry that you're not getting enough rest, not taking care of yourself.
He walked all morning into early afternoon today. Tried to quell the nausea swirling in his stomach, tried not to watch the clock, or count the seconds. Tried to brace himself for the bittersweet he knew was coming.
>Hey, I'm going to be leaving pretty soon for work, and could be gone for a while. Could I see Orion before I go? Spend some time with him?
>Sure.
Your reply still rings in his ears. Short. Torturous.
But he doesn't blame you. He did it the wrong way. You have a child, his child, to protect, to take care of. Of course, you should be concerned. Maybe he should have found a better way to tell you. Maybe he shouldn't have told you at all.
A large part of him, the instinctual part, considered refusing you, when you asked him to give you some time, and he still hasn't made a decision about what he will do in the long run.
It would be so easy, to hide you away. To take you in the middle of the night, wake you up in a brand new home, high in hill, in a whole new country across a border.
When the knock on his door finally comes, he crams the overflow of emotion coursing through his heart into a teeny tiny box, and prays he'll be able to keep a lid on it.
"Hey." Orion turns in your grip, looking for Simon's voice, and you smother a wince at the shift in his weight.
"Hi." You look through him. Past him. To the left of his elbow, at his shoulder, the floor. Anywhere but his eyes.
"Thanks for letting me spend some time with him." Your lips go flat, but you shuffle the baby into his arms, managing to avoid skin to skin contact. It makes his stomach hurt worse than it already did.
"Of course, you're... you're his dad." You peek around him, trying to get a better look of the flat. "Do you uh, have stuff for him?"
"I went to the store."
"Okay. Well, good." You hand him the bag next. "I wasn't sure what you had so there are a few changes of clothes in there, just in case, and some bottles. They should probably go in the fridge. Diapers, some toys. Just in case... I didn't want.... I wanted you to have everything you might need." It's thoughtful of you, and he wants to smile, but you won't look at him.
"Thank you." You nod.
"Alright well, I'll come pick him up later? Just text me I guess, when you're ready. Hopefully he'll take a bottle."
"I can bring him-"
"No, that's okay." you cut him off sharply, shaking your head. He frowns.
"Why not?"
"I- I don't mind, coming by to get him."
"But if it's dark..."
"I can manage." You snap, and he purses his lips, but says nothing.
"Alright well, see you later then." You make some noncommittal noise, and then step closer, mouth pressing to Orion's cheek.
"Bye baby, love you." You finally look up at him, really look, and he holds his breath when he sees it all in your eyes. Pain. Confusion. Worry.
He did that.
The evening goes too fast. He manages to get Ry to nap, and drink over half a bottle, a huge win, but spends most of the time just holding him, walking him in circles in his flat, trying to memorize the feeling of his baby in his arms. He's fussier than usual, crying anytime Simon tries to put him down, which he doesn't mind, but concerns him. Is he like this at home, with you? Is this why you've been up more at night?
Still, it's over too soon, and when you're knocking on the door again, he stands on the other side a few seconds too long, wishing he had more time.
He's always wishing he had more time.
"How was he?"
"Good. More fussy than usual, but I got him to take most of a bottle. Is he doing alright?"
"He's been like this, the past few days. He's either going through a growth spurt, or developing some late colic. I hope it's the growth spurt." Oh no.
"Well, I'm here if you need anything. If you want me to take him at all." You nod.
"When uh... when are you leaving?"
"Two weeks or so. Once the guys get back, they'll have a few days debrief and then... we'll be off."
"Okay, well. Just let me know, when you want him again?"
"I will." He kisses Orion's cheek, whispering in his ear how much he loves him, before passing him to you. You have to reposition your posture to support his weight, and he winces. "Are you okay?" You blink at him, skeptical and surprised.
"I'm great Simon. Really peachy."
"Look, I know I really sprung-"
"Sprung? Is that what you're calling that? Simon... you blindsided me. You... you-" He holds up his hands.
"I'm much more careful now. I've learned a lot of hard lessons, and I would never, ever allow anything to happen to you or Orion." His shoulders slump, and he drops his eyes to the floor. Ashamed. Grief trying to work its way, trying to break him down just as it has all these years before. "I've learned from my mistakes." There's a long, uncomfortable since between the two of you, one that Orion fills with fussing, and then your voice cracks.
"Simon, that wasn't your fault.... I'm not... I'm not upset about... that. Or anything, that happened to you. I mean, I'm upset but not at you for that..." You take a deep breath. "I am upset for you, that those things happened to you, that you've been through such trauma, such horrible things." Tears wet your cheeks, but he doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. "I would never hold that against you. I'm upset about your job. And the danger it puts us in. I'm upset that I didn't know that you'd been gone for weeks, possibly months at a time. I'm upset that you promised me you'd be here, and then never mentioned the super secret task force that will... take you away from us." Orion cries, and you bounce him back and forth, finally looking Simon dead in the eye, facing him head on. "It feels like you've been lying to me, for weeks now. I thought we were in this, together, that we were- we were building something, together. Now it just feels like... I could lose you at any second instead. That Orion could lose his father, grow up without you." The last word rips from your lips in a sob, and you shake your head as he steps close.
"You will never lose me. Do you understand? That will never happen." He vows it, swears it, forces it out into the universe as a covenant, but you only shake your head again, sadly.
"You can't promise that."
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DAY 14: LEG HUMPING
With: Ryomen Sukuna
Word Count: 4.4k (wow)
Warnings: Sub! Sukuna, Gn! Reader, Yuuji and reader r dating (Yuuji x reader), lots of threatening of death/small violent acts,, reader slaps him, sukuna has 2 cocks in his true form, heavy power dynamics, mention of subspace, previous cuffing, small mounts of blood
A/N: i feel like i wrote this while i was high, but i was sober. idk. this is unedited but i will edit it tomorrow morning
âI fucking hate you, you know that? Despise every cell of your body.â
You hold back a laugh, running your fingers through his hair, which earns another near animalistic growl. âWell aren't you dramatic, King of Curses. Where did my Yuuji go?â
Sukuna glares up at you, lips curling upward. He was kneeling, with his hands chained behind his back, while you sit on a chair, crossed legged. He was in the position Yuuji was in seconds ago. The position that Yuuji asked to be put in. Sukuna, obviously did not agree to this arrangement.
Yuuji must have lost control when he sank into the subspace. Just for a second, which was all the curse needed to arise. He was watching the entire time, snickering when Yuujis begs got too dramatic, or joining in on the unwelcomed degradation when the boy started to cry.Â
But the only time the king was silent was when you spoke. He would conjur himself on Yuujis arm, face, hand, and just listen.
His vessel was a pervert, really, and you were too. He watched the boy go through the most humiliating things, and still he would always end up begging for more. The curse would rather die than to steep as low as Yuuji did. It was pathetic, truly.Â
But sometimes, when Sukuna sticks around for too long, he finds himself hypnotized by your voice. It was always so soft with Yuuji, full of adoration, but he could not miss the authority that oozed from your tone. Strict rules that were meant to be followed, commands that were not dared questioned, and punishments that were no empty threats. He was there when Yuuji was also punished, in those rare times. They were not fun, even if the brat held a raging hard on through it all.
But overall, Sukuna was strangely enamored by your character. He was always top dog, the strongest, the king of curses, but what about you sends a shiver down his spine? Why does he want to hear your doting words? Not to Yuuji, but to him.Â
Sukuna realized not long after having these thoughts that he wants to fuck you. Or maybe just get a handjob while you whisper lewd things in his ear, the way you did to the brat. Or maybe you'll wrap your lips around his dick if he was to play nice for a bit.Â
It will be just a one time thing. Just so he knows for sure that he doesnt want you. Yuujis thoughts of you must be clouding his. Tonight he was here to confirm.
âBrats gone. Youâve broke him or something. Humans do that,â Sukuna pipes up, rolling his eyes, and glancing back at the cuffs he has on. He rips them off without hesitation, sending the metal falling to the ground.
Sukuna was lying. Yuuji barely was dipping into the subspace, and you know his limits well enough. Sukuna was out because he wants to be out with you. But alas, you want to see how far this will go, so you continue to play with him. A fake pout covers your face and you sigh. âThose were Yuujis favorite cuffs, was that necessary?â Not a lie.Â
Sukuna dramatically stretches his hands out, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. He still remains on his knees. âAnnoying things. Not like they would work on me.â
âYeah, because they weren't for you.â
He stares at you, flashing his teeth. âHe could have broken out of them too.â
âBut he wouldn't have. He is good.â Your foot presses on his thigh, where it was previously resting, and Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you. You were into this, he could tell.Â
But he wasnt going to let you know, that he was also strangely intrigued as to what was going on right here. So, he rolls his eyes, and shifts under your foot, but doesn't move completely. âDoesnt fucking matter. Whatever. Brats pathetic.â
âHeâs not. Dont be an ass,â You sigh, leaning back into your chair, and cracking a smile at the ceiling while you think about the scene that is about to unfold. Never would you have thought he would be coming to you. You always had small fantasies of fucking Sukuna, but you would never act on them, frankly because you knew that the curse wasnt interested. He was the one to nearly spit on the two of you during these times. But now, the cards were in his hands.
Sukunaâs hands creep onto your lower leg, and you try your best to ignore it. His nails gently scratch over your skin, and you dont dare to move. Instead, you let out a dramatic breath, and then press onto his thigh again. âNow what do I doâŚâ You, very obviously, prompt, and Sukuna wants to roll his eyes.
âYou want me to fuck you, that right?â He in turn teases, seeing if you will take the bait. The both of you are teetering on ice, waiting for eachothers next move.
To this, you lean forward, resting your arms on your knees so that you are face to face with the curse. He doesn't even flinch, just stares with an amused expression, while your fingers trail along his jaw. âBut thats not what you want, is it?â You purr, face nearly inches from his. âAnd besidesâŚThought you hated me?â
He grins at you, smile borderline predatory. âI do. You make my vessel do disgusting things.â
âYou watch us a lot, don't you Sukuna?â
He falters for a second, and then suddenly he feels your foot moves from his thigh, and toward his boxers. Yuuji was only wearing his black briefs when he was sent to Sukuna's domain. âDo you get off to it?â
The familiar glare replaces the smile, and his nails dig into your skin, harsh in warning, but not enough to draw blood. âAs if. You two make me sick. You are corrupting the brat. You're disgusting.â
He can tell he is beginning to tick you off, but he does not mind, especially the way your foot slowly begins to press down on his cock. âThen why are you here Sukuna?â
âTo fuck you,â He quips, rolling his eyes as if it was the obvious â he did already tell you this. The hand on your leg doesn't let up, and he hitches a breath when you step almost uncomfortably hard on him. A shiver runs down his spine, and he loathes the fact that maybe he is getting off to this.
âAnd why would I allow you to?â
But alas, his pride would never let up. âAllow me to? You think you can tell me what to do all of the sudden. I could kill you in a heartbeat.â
You roll your eyes at his bared teeth and the narrowed red eyes that are looking up toward you. âYou are the one kneeling before me.âÂ
He doesn't move from his position and the two of you stare in silence. You restrain from voicing your approval, not wanting to piss the already tempermental curse off.Â
Sukuna sighs and taps on the skin of your leg, signalling you to continue. âGet on with it. I want to see how gross your desires can be.â
âWill you be good for me and listen?â
âIs that what the boy does?â
You cock your head to the side, fighting the urge to furrow your eyebrows at him. âYuuji? You know the answer to that question, you voyeur.â
The curse pinches at his brow, obviously peeved by your statement, and you cant help but giggle lightly at hin. âNot a voyeur. Just wantâŚWhatever. Now for fucks sake, do something. Yes, yes I'll listen, do you want me to bark or some shit? I am not as pathetic and moldable as your other toy.â
The slap comes quick, sending a stinging sensation to his cheek, and Sukunas eyes nearly pop out of his head. He slowly brings his hands up to his face, touching the now pinkened skin, before turning to you. He didnt even have time to process it, or get angry about it, before you spoke. "Enough with the insults to Yuuji. Are you looking for some sort of attention?â
âFuc-â
Another slap directly to the same spot, and Sukuna knows this time that he could have blocked it. You were a human, your attacks were slow, weak. But he didnt block. He let you do this. He was going mad, he had to be.Â
His face stings, and your hand comes forward to grip at his jaw. He tries to hide a wince, but you watch him clench his teeth together. âAre you done?â
He had two choices in the matter. One to keep, willingly, Sukuna notes with much hesitancy, get slapped around, or he can get his dick possibly wet. He came for the latter, and so he will abide, even if it damaged his pride. He looks away, and that is the best answer you'll get. âGood. Well that was easy. Does your face hurt?â
Sukuna barks a laugh, and you raise your eyebrows. âDo you have any perception of how weak you are?â
You raise your hand up immediately to strike, and the curse flinches, preparing for what was to come next. But you just keep your hand there, eyes widening in glee, while Sukuna borderline growls. He doesn't say anything though, so you lower your hand, and rest it on his head. The act causes his whole body goes rigid, but he continues to remain silent.
âI want you to put your hands behind your back.â Your first command toward him, and Sukuna, as embarrassing as it is, feels his heart begin to pound. His mouth goes dry, and he slowly releases them from your leg and slides them behind him, his wrists crossing over.Â
A playful smile pulls at your lips, and you lean over to him, ruffling up his hair as if he was some sort of dog to be pet. âGood little curse!â
Sukuna's heart pounds in his chest, and he begins to grow restless. His cock throbbed pathetically at the words, and he was embarrassed to admit that the praise felt nice. Different than the deranged pleasure he felt from the slap, and the harsh tone, butâŚ.Good overall. He nods with a scoff. âYeah, yeah. Can you fucking hurry up.â
His hips gently buck into the pad of your sock, and you try your best to stay calm. He was liking it, all of it was so weird, but endearing, so you didnt move to stop him. âAre you getting frustrated, âkuna?â
The nickname has him catching his breath, and shifting on the pads of feet. The tone of your voice was sickenly sweet, and if he allowed himself to, Sukuna could melt into it. He tries to hold some of his dignity. âN-No,â He stutters out, and then curses under his breathe of how stupid he must sound. He quickly recuperates himself. âWhat do you want from me, you sick fuck?â
âAnything I want?â
âDon't hold your breath.â
You slowly remove your foot from his crotch, and the curse bites his tongue to hold back a complaint. He watches your eyes travel to the ceiling, lost in thought, before you turn back to him with a small grin. âTake your boxers off, and then put your hands back where they were. Exactly where they were.â
Sukuna was not shy, and neither were you, so he is quick to remove the article of clothing. Though of course this was Sukuna, so it was unnecessarily dramatic. He slices the thin fabric open with a single nail, and then throws the useless cloth away. Then he sighs when he looks down. âOf course the brat is small.â
Yuuji was many things, but small was definitely not one of them. He is well over the average size, and it was borderline intimidating. If Sukuna was calling Yuuji small then you didnt even want to know what the curse was carrying. âSmall compared to your inhuman-freakish cock?â
â-sâ
Your furrow you eyebrows and hum in question.
Sukunas grin is cocky, his body reeking of arrogance, even if he was the one kneeling. âYou forgot the âsâ. Cocks. Plural.â
Your face controrts to first shock, fear, and then finally lands on distain. âThat's disgusting.â
âYou say that now but when you are drooling on them laterââ Another slap across the face, and Sukuna actually didn't see this one coming. It stuns him speechless for a moment, but then he shivers, cupping his cheek with one of his hands. His eyes flicker to you, but they don't hold any disdain in them â he simply just watches, curious of your next move.
He fails to notice the glob of precum that falls onto the floor after the slap. âAh, are you leaking Sukuna? Does getting hit turn you on?â
It may be the pain, or may be the psychological aspect of it all. If he says something wrong, he gets punished, and for some reason or another, that drives him insane with desire. He gulps, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. âOf course not. I am not the pervert here.â
âBut I bet I could make you do some perverted things.â
His cock, as humiliating as it is, likes the sound of that. It noticeably twitches, and he hopes that more pre doesn't slip out before starting anything. His hands shift from behind his back, but he doesnt dare to move them. âYeah? How far does your twisted mind go?â
âFar. But I dont want to scare you off too badly tonight,â You sigh, leaning back comfortably in your chair. Sukuna holds off a growl, peeved at how you worded the statement. âGuess you can just hump my leg.â
He laughs, loud and proudly, but your smile withstands. You rest your cheek on your palm, and you wait for the booming laugh to die down. It does, not after long, and slowly when he realizes that you arent joking, the curse glares as you. âOh fuck off. I told you I am not to be your dog.â
You sigh, and stand up from your chair. âGuess we will end here for the night then. Send Yuuji back when he is well rested.â
A clawed hand wraps around your leg, and Sukuna bares his teeth at you. âFine. I'll do it. Would you stop being so dramatic?â He gets out through clenched teeth.
You nod and sit back down in your chair, kicking your leg out. Sukuna eyes it, as if unsure of what to do. âMount it,â You encourage, shaking your limb ever so gently.
âI know how to, you fucking idiot,â He bites, and then slowly uses his knees to push himself forward. His red eyes lock onto yours, and he stares at you the entire time as he straddles you. Your foot rests beneath his body, and his cock barely grazes your lower knee. One hand rests on the back of your leg for security, and the other onto the edge of your chair.
You gulp, and move your leg upward, pinning his cock in between his stomach and the skin of your leg. The curse doesnt dare to move, and he holds a wince when he glances at the glob that drips from his tip and smears onto your leg. A token sign that he is unbelievably turned on. âDrooling over me already? I'm flattered.â
He narrows his eyes at you. âBite your tongue before I rip it off.âÂ
You don't even flinch at the threat, instead applying more force upward, making the curse curl inward on himself as he tries to lift his hips upward, away from the foot. âGet on with it,â You command, leaving no room for complaints.Â
His eyes flicker toward you when he hears the strictness in your tone, and he blinks when you glare at him. He gulps, ignoring the pleasant shiver that runs down his spine. But he doesn't dwell on it, because you lower your leg again, and he is free to move. His hands feel strangely shaky, but he hides it well, not wanting to know how much power, Sukuna is discovering quickly, you have over him.Â
He lines his cock to the middle of your leg, and thrusts forward without much hesitancy. The skin is soft, and it glides over with little resistance, and Sukunaâs eyes are glued to the spot.Â
Its strange, not as pleasurable like all the previous women he has fucked, nor a warm throat, but for some reason or another, it sends his head spinning.
His hips retreat, and they push themselves upward against the plush of your leg. Eventually he falls into a steady motion, entranced by his actions. It's pathetic, and gross, but why did it feel so good? A leg shouldnt be pleasurable â it doesnt wrap around his cock like he wants it to, but it is strangely addicting.Â
He realizes quickly why it feels that way â Sukuna is no idiot. He likes the psychological part behind it. He likes that he is kneeling for you, and getting off to something so measly as this. It makes him feel gross compared to you â nothing more than skum, and you, must be some sort of god. It turns him on so much he can barely stand it.
His head falls forward, and it taps onto your thigh. His whole body seems to tremble, and the timing of his thrusts seems to pick up â they are quicker, frantic, and his cock nearly slides off more than it should.Â
Your fingers fall to his head, and this time he doesnt move, in fact he seems to melt into the touch. This was weird, and you were both intrigued, and slightly scared. âYou really seem to be liking this, huh?â
He doesn't respond for a long second, maneuvering his fingers to hold onto the back of your leg with his thumbs left in front of the limp. It provides a makeshift âOâ and finally the curse feels like he is actually fucking something, rather than just grinding. âThere ya go,â He mumbles to himself, as if lost in a trance. His cock slides itself between your leg and his thumbs, and its driving him insane.
When he doesnt respond, you tug backward on his hair, forcing him to look up at you. To your surprise, he doesnt glare at you, nor let out a biting remark; instead, the curse moans. Its low, and holds a sort of vibration to it, but definitely there. âOh you fucking freak.â
He lets out a lazy grin, neck uncomfortably craned upward. You watch the way he licks at his teeth, and he breathes out, âMore.â
You press your leg deeper into him, and Sukuna in response lets out another gutteral moan, except this one holds a whine to it. The sound travels straight to your groin, and you sit up in your chair, eyes slightly widening. âWhat changed, king? Dont tell me your getting off to grinding against a mere human peasant like me?â
He lets out a small, breahthless laugh, but doesnt dare stop his motions. âJust this once. Just this once let me, and th-then I swear you are dead.â
Your leg is glistening in some small areas, from when he leaked and spread it into the skin with his tip. He stares at your face the entirety of it, even when you look away to glance at his cock. âBut âkuna, whose leg will you frot against if you kill me? Aw dont tell me, youll find another to cling to. Yâknow I am the only one who can take care of you.â
You drop his head and he goes back to resting his forehead on your knee. His pants are warm against your leg, and you feel him shake his head.
You are right of course. He would never dare show another this side of him to another. He doesnt want to either, even if he never would admit it outloud. âJ-Just stop it. Please.â
Please was not in the king of curses vocabulary. Your eyes widen with glee. âHow much do you like it? Tell me, does my leg feel good?â
âDoes. Fuck. Fuck, I hate you. I hate you.â He nods his head into your leg, hiding his face. His body turns a shade similar to his hair, and it begins to glisten with sweat from his movements. He lets out small breathless moans, and stares at the tip moving up and down the fake color.
His body seems to curl around you your limb, as if trying to trap it in his hold. His lips, much to your surprise, press themselves to your knee and you can hear the smallest chant. âLove it. âS mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.â
You raise your eyebrows at the deranged, borderline creepy words. âSo you hate me, but love my leg? Don't tell me you got some strange fetish.â
You feel his canines hover over the space just above your knee, a small warning from the curse. You blink at him, surprised by the small resistance, but dont do much. He licks at the flesh a second later, and pulls away. You have to bite back a laugh.
His hands by this point have dropped, and are instead clawing at your chair. He doesnt need them anymore, considering that he is so close to you that that his stomach and your leg are stimulating him on both sides.
âFuck. I'm close,â Sukuna mumbles into your skin, pressing himself impossibly closer. You wish you had your phone to take a picture â he was basically cradling your leg as if it was some sort of prized possession.
âAre you asking me for permission?â
âN-No. âm not. Can I?â He paws at your thighs, nails threatening to dig into your skin. Of course he would never, at least not in this meager state.
âNo.â
He bares his teeth at you and glares, but his eyes convey his true feeling: panicked. His pace doesn't slow though, and your leg is now sticky from the amount of precum lost. âI-Im going to whether you like it or not. Fuck. Fuck you. I hate you. Ngh, can you justâjust agree!â
His mouth is back onto your knee, sending it sloppy kisses, and small bites. His tip is pulsing red, and it begins to throb. His legs were beginning to tremble, and he tries to focus on not cumming. For some unknown reason, Sukuna wants you to allow him to.
âBut you were a brat all day? Boys who threaten death, dont deserve certain privileges,â You hum, and then run your fingers through his hair. âBut I am a mere human, and you the king of curses. Why would you listen to my commands?âÂ
Sukuna bites his lip, immediately tearing blood. It dribbles down his chin, but he is quick to wipe it off, and reheal himself. His brows furrow and he scowls at the floor. The only noises let out are the grunts of his movements, and the moans that seem to get higher in pitch with each coming second.Â
He is lost in thought. The curse doesnt understand why he wants permission, but he needs it. He cant cum without it, it was bound to dissapoint you if he did. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, and finally, the pathetic words that he has been thinking this entire night come spilling out. âCause I want you to! Command me, give me orders, do something to me. J-Just Iâfuck! I need it!âÂ
âWhy?â
He was growing frustrated and more panicked as the seconds go by. He was moments from cumming. âBecause IâI nghâWant to please you! Would you just fuckingâŚâ He warbles, praying that tears don't come. âLet me cum. I beg you. Let me. I'll do anything.â
Your heart pounds in your chest, and blood flows to your crotch. His watery eyes blink up at you, and he continues to rut against you, like some sort of dog. But thats what he is, or seems to want to be. So, you cock your head to the side, and provide him with a lazy grin. âGo ahead, Fido.â
His red eyes seem to light up at the approval, and he nods to himself as if bewildered by your agreement. But, he does follow through with the plea, and suddenly he is cumming. His whole body trembles, and he holds onto your leg with such force that you have to slide your hands on to of his, in a slight warning to be gentle. Cum shoots out onto your leg, but you can barely see it, considering his body has caved in on himself. He continues to rub himself out even through it all, as he pants into your knee. The curse wears a lazy grin through it all, and lets out small high in pitch moans.Â
He collapses backward, landing on his ass and panting to catch his breath. You glance away for a second, at most two, to look at the cum stained on your leg. A chuckle falls from your lips.Â
When Sukuna recovers, he goes straight back to scowling at you. In a heartbeat, he stands over you, borderline growling at you. His nails dig into your shoulders, and your eyes widen at the quickness of it all. Then he leans forward, a near inch away from your ear he whispers, âDon't get your hopes up. This will never happen again. Do you hear me?â
His nail presses uncomfortably hard into your skin, and so you are forced to nod. And with that your vision goes black.
For the next two weeks, Sukuna doesnt conjure up on Yuujis body anytime you are around. You dont mind it too much â it did save you from bickering with the arrogant prick. But to be honest, you were a little disappointed, having call his bluff.Â
You werent disappointed for long.
Low and behold, two weeks later from the incident, you find yourself faced to face with the King of Curses, who was already kneeling before you.Â
He glares at you, teeth on full display, as if he didnt realize what position he has put you guys in. âIf you mention this to anyone, I will tear you to shreds.â Is all that he says.
But you arent too picky. So you grin, and hold your leg out.
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OT 13 : edging vs overstimulation â nsfw
Seungcheol : overstimulation. honestly, i feel as if heâs the type of person to use it as a punishment. yaâll would probably go through like a hundred different positions and heâll make you cum with every single one before he can switch to the next. would hit you with that faux sympathy and imitate a pouty face when he slows down to check on you. when you say youâre okay, heâll slam back into you again. wonât stop until you use your safe word, but will take a break if you really need it. needs to see your mascara running, desperate doe eyes, and fucked out expression the entire time.
Jeonghan : edging. oh baby, good luck with this one. A MENACE. would probably do it for hours until youâre crying and a babbling mess. he lowkey gets off on how pathetic and dumb you get for him. likes being begged, so he might gaslight you into thinking you donât want it as much as you say you do which will make you even more desperate. the type to use anything from his tongue, to his dick, to toys â youâve grown to hate vibrators overtime. also another one who would fake being sympathetic and imitate your sad face. he would probably play dumb like âwhat baby? why are you crying?â heâs a meanie overall, and will do it just for fun but heâll make you feel good so donât you worry your pretty little head.
Joshua : edging. heâs honestly such a sweet and caring person, but heâs also friends with jeonghan and apart of the 95â line so what do you expect. some days he would choose to be nice, but other days he would decide to be a tease. honestly, not that bad though. he would only do it for a little while before deciding youâve had enough. lowkey likes it when you cry. he has the biggest hands in seventeen so he utilizes them a lot, especially when it comes to you. enjoys the way you clench around them whenever he stops. he definitely takes time to examine your face which a teasing smile and ask you âwhatâs wrong,â even though he knows heâs being an ass.
Jun : edging. tbh, does it just to laugh and be a little shit. will be fingering you, pull away really quickly and look back up at you with a smile on his face. will probably be like âha, you thought,â or âgotcha.â letâs out the cutest giggle whenever he does it that sometimes itâs difficult for you to be mad at him. does it a few times before you smack him on his shoulder and threaten him with no pussy for a week. will definitely let you cum after that.
Hoshi : overstimulation. HOSHI IS A MUNCH AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. would probably choose to live between your thighs if you let him tbh. def eats pussy like heâs a starved man and itâs his last meal heâll ever have. probably enjoys it more than you do. you can push him away all you want, but heâll come right back (will literally beg you if thatâs what it takes, he loves pussy). main dancer and his stamina is insane, so he doesnât mean to overstimulate you really, he can just go for hours. you would definitely have to take breaks in between rounds with this one.
Wonwoo : edging. finds it amusing. might tie you up, just to keep you still whenever he decides to go to town on your pussy. heâll shoot you a little smirk from time to time which will end up pissing you off because he def knows heâs being an asshole. prefers to edge you with his cock, he likes the way your pussy flutters around it whenever he stops. also, his favorite time to do it is whenever heâs gaming. heâll have you sit on his cock and have you do all the work while he plays a video game. itâs only when your whines start getting louder and movements start to get fast when heâll place a firm hand on your hip and hold you in place. loves when you look at him all teary eyed, but still promises heâll make you feel good after. no one said how long his game was gonna last though so good luck.
Woozi : wild card. depends on what HE feels like. you have no say. you just shut your mouth and look pretty for him. if heâs stressed heâll edge you, but if he needs a mental break or something, heâll overstimulate you. will definitely happen in his studio the most, just cause thatâs where most of his stress leads back to â writing and producing. enjoys cockwarming while he works, but if youâre being stubborn and moving too much, heâll decide to fuck and overstimulate you. will be like âi thought this is what you wanted baby? couldnât stay still cause you wanted my cock so bad hm?â
Dokyeom : overstimulation. heâs just happy to please overall. also another one that doesnât mean to overstimulate you. he just wants to make you feel good and when you try and push him away, he just might look at you with puppy dog eyes. also loves when you sit on his face, he feels like he can be as messy as he wants. asks why youâre crying, but not in a mocking type of way, he just genuinely doesnât know that it feels too good that itâs getting hard to hold yourself up. itâs a good thing heâs strong.
Mingyu : overstimulation. i feel like he has an oral fixation and cures it by eating you out tbh. this big and beefy man specifically loves it when you sit on his face. if you hover over him for a second too long, heâs pulling you down and holding you in place. obviously heâs ridiculously strong so when you try and pull away, he doesnât let you. will gaslight you into thinking you can take one more, even if itâs the hundredth time and youâll agree just because it feels too good to say no. will cage you in with his arms and fucks you so good you wouldnât be able to utter an audible sentence. likes when yours eyes get all dazed and it looks as if thereâs not a thought in your head. heâll be on a mission to make you squirt.
Minghao : edging. says that you need to practice patience ???? might use it as a learning experience for you ???? might make you want to kill him after ???? lmao. i feel as if heâs more likely to deny your orgasm completely than to edge you. like he would edge for a bit, but overall wouldnât let you cum. he says itâs to learn to be more patient, but really he just enjoys how desperate and whiny you get after. will definitely fuck you nice and good when yâall get in bed for the night. might tease you by edging you once, but when tears start to brim your eyes, heâll let up. just, be a good girl for him and donât piss him off.
Seungkwan : edging. honestly, heâs sweet with it. will check in on you often and make sure youâre doing okay. seungkwanâs favorite way of edging you is by literally having you grind on his thigh. he enjoys how easy it is to get you off and likes to see his skin coated with your slick. also, he def knows his quads are strong af so why would you not wanna ride his thigh? will mutter words of encouragement and praise, even when he stops your movements. knows that him shaking his leg really helps so heâll stop moving altogether when he feels like youâre getting close. a sucker for your tears so he might give in if you play your cards right.
Vernon : honestly, whatever you want. goes with the flow and the mood. vernon is the type of guy who might let you take the lead. if you wanted to dom for the night then okay. if you wanted to fuck in a bathroom then okay. if you wanted to be edged or overstimulated then he will help you. wonât do it as a punishment, but itâs also not something that he thinks of. you might have to bring it up or give him hints before he can act on it. you might also have to control it so like when you think youâre gonna cum you might have to push him away, or if you want to be overstimulated, just take the lead and hold him close.
Dino : overstimulation. another main dancer right here. he has a lot of energy in him. you would want it as much as heâs happy to give it though. yâall are definitely the type of couple to fuck like two bitches in heat. he would be on a mission to either see how many surfaces yâall could fuck on or how many rounds heâs capable of going which will therefore lead to you getting overstimulated. honestly, doesnât mean to overstimulate you he just gets a little excited. will apologize after and be so soft with you though so itâs okay.
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The Bro Cap
Biology was my favorite class this semester. Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore. He was the star of the schoolâs baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school. Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was. He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball. He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys. A lot of guys wished they could be him. I, however, wanted to be with him. Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind. At least it meant he wouldnât see me watching him.
I often found myself getting distracted by him. Even if I couldnât see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle. His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place. His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school teamâs logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school. He didnât come off like the rest of them though. His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks. He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked. Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried. It was no wonder why he was so popular.
Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin. I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasnât paying attention. It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, thatâd be extremely humiliating. The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class. Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldnât put it past him. He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.
âCorrect! I wasnât sure if you were paying attention or not,â he chuckled. âYou always look like youâre off in your own little world. But you still manage to do well. You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.â Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies. Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s. He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.
The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed. All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework. He helped clarify things for me thankfully. I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.
âHey Aiden, doesnât Aaron sit in front of you? Thatâs his hat, right?â he asked.
âYeah, I always see him wear it.â It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.
âDo you know if you can bring it to him today? If not, I can keep it here until next class.â
âIâll hold onto it until I see him next. I have a feeling Iâll run into him later.â I donât know why I said that. We donât have any other classes together and we certainly arenât close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were. Iâm also not on the baseball team. Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.
Regardless, I grabbed Aaronâs hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom. He was probably long gone anyways. After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat. I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used. I knew I shouldnât, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaronâs hat on. Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again. I was completely alone, so itâs not like thereâs anything wrong with it. It wasnât just any hat, it was Aaronâs. Itâs not like he had lice or anything. Whatâs the worst that could happen?
And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would. Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped. The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping. The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened. My watch skipped a tick. But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked. I had to admit, I looked really good in it. I wouldnât call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league. Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face. A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me. Suddenly, I didnât really feel like taking it off anymore. I wasnât too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.
After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra. I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out. I mustâve lost track of time. As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason. I never used to make much of an impression on most people. I was quiet and had only a couple friends. Normally, I wouldâve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didnât really give a shit now.
âLate as always, arenât we Aiden?â the teacher remarked. Very funny. I always showed up on time. I sat down in my seat, but it didnât feel right. My body squeezed tight into the desk. I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler. Weird. Something weird is going on, but I canât figure out what it is.
The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative. I couldnât focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering. I still felt a couple of their eyes on me. I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room. She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion. She was cute, but definitely out of my league. I wasnât straight either way, so I didnât care if she was into me.
Normally, I was good at math, even if I didnât like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today. Something must be wrong. The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache. I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaronâs cologne. Iâve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.
Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch. I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.
Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food. Wanna come with?
Normally, we always got lunch at the same time. But for some reason, I didnât really want to? Thatâs weird for me. I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.
Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude
I didnât text like that normally. Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it theâŚBefore I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name. They were two jocks. I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot. What did they want? I didnât really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind. Hopefully they didnât think I was a pervert for wearing Aaronâs hat and beat me up.
âSup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym. Wanna come with?â the other jock asked me. Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.
Were they serious? Did these jocks actually think I was one of them? I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed. Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys. My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them. For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like Iâve known them for a long time. Iâm not sure why I was so intimidated by them before. They were really chill.
I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends. I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me. Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks? It almost felt like he didnât know me at all.
I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.
Bryan: My bad. Thought you were someone else. He mustâve given me the wrong number.
Was this some kind of prank? He obviously knew my number. Of course he knows who I am. Whatever, I donât care what a nerd like him thinks. I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends. You know, my real friends. I noticed as I walked with them that they didnât look as big and menacing as they seemed. Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.
We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein. I swear I almost never eat this much. The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself. But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them? I had class soon. But these guys were cool and I didnât want to disappoint my bros. I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them. As long as it doesnât turn into a habit.
I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym. I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts. To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine. I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift. It shouldnât have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner. By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class. But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.
âLater, Moore.â
Mustâve been a slip of the tongue. There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron. At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him. AlthoughâŚhis hat is so nice that Iâm a little tempted to keep it for myself. He could always just get another one, right? I just donât want him to see me wearing it though, so Iâll only do it when heâs not around.
In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear. Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldnât put my finger on it. I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I donât think it was that. I shrugged it off. They can stare all they want for all I care. I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen. If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with. But in such a short amount of time? With no prior lifting experience? That was impossible.
I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today. All I wanted to do was leave and uhâŚWhat was it that I had going on later? I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period. Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave. I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who? Aaron Moore.
âHey bro, you still coming to practice?â he asked.
âPractice?â
âYeah, baseball practice, you big dummy! You know, youâre always so forgetful, dude. Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.â
âYeah, youâre right, bro. My bad.â Iâm not sure which statement I was agreeing with. But as I looked at him, I realized something. He was wearing his hat! But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it? âI thought you lost your hat. How are you wearing it?â
âI was wearing my hat all day, dude. One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do. But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up. Youâll impress the ladies.â But I was gay. And Iâve only had this hat for a day. If it wasnât his, then how was it actually mine? I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didnât seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.
As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other. Something felt off, but I couldnât figure it out. Was it because we were going to practice? Iâve never played baseball in my life. Nah, that canât be right. I feel like Iâve swung a bat beforeâŚÂ We went into the locker room to change. I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.
My reflection wasnât there. Someone elseâs was. Someone much stronger and much taller than me. That wasnât me. It was Aaron Moore.
No, except it wasnât an exact match. There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasnât Aaron. This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall. I walked closer. âAaronâ walked closer. I moved my hand to feel my face. So did âAaronâ. A dull, confused look appeared on his face. Had I really become him? But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing. Then who am I? Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier? I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.
Aiden Moore...Thatâs not my last name. ThatâsâŚAaronâs? Normally I wouldnât have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WERENâT married. As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.
Date of Birth: 08/17/2003âŚIf I recall, thatâs Aaronâs birthday. I knew my birthday, and it was in January. Donât tell meâŚAre weâŚ?
I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror. It wasnât an illusion, and it wasnât a dream. It was like I was his twin! Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters. At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed. Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis. I realized that this all started when I wore his hat. I reached to grab it off of my headâŚuntil I felt a hand touch my shoulder. My broâŚI mean Aaron.
âAdmiring yourself in the mirror, bro? Yeah, youâre a pretty handsome dude just like me. I think it runs in the blood, you know. You like that, right?â He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head. I nodded. I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection. I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body. At this point, I couldnât comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.
âYou know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin. The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together. This is all you ever wanted, right?â He wasnât necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be âwithâ Aaron, not be him. Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong. But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasnât my wish to begin with.
âYeah bro. This shitâs the life, dude.â I noticed Aaronâs face light up as I said that. The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro. I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood. As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slowâŚdown...like it was on autopilotâŚ
âThatâs rightâŚJust let it happenâŚÂ I know itâs been a while, so itâs okay if you donât remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back? During senior year?â
âFuck yeah, bro. I remember.â But Iâve never played baseball beforeâŚButâŚI have right? I know I have.
âYou know you were the reason we won, right? One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game. Iâve never been more proud of you bro.â Aaron patted me on the back. I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it. That year, our baseball team was the best in the state. And IâŚled our team to a championship? As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real. But why was he reminding me of this now?
âYou didnât do half bad yourself, bro.â
As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away. Turns out that I was the brother he never had. We were a pair. We complemented each other perfectly. I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school. I remember I thought he was hotâŚwait, what the fuck, bro? Thatâs gay as shit. And weird. This was my own twin we were talking about. Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then heâd have to be too. After all, no girl can resist either one of us.
âSo the hat is workingâŚâ Aaron whispered under his breath.
âWhat hat?â
âNothing, bro! I was just saying how good your hat looks on you. Come on, letâs go.â I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.
From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Mooreâs twin brother. Except thatâs who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as. Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock. I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic. Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree. But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school. I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this. But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times. I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitchâs pussy.
Two days later, I had biology again. I remembered I kinda struggled with this class. I sat behind my bro as usual. I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework. I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class. When I asked him, he wouldnât say. It wasnât like him to keep secrets from me. We practically knew everything about each other after all. After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.
âAiden MooreâŚYour brother told me to check up on you. Is everything alright? Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?â
âNever felt better, bro. I think I was just up too late partying the other day. And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.â I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.
âGood, good.â Mr. Martin smiled. âI wonât leave you too long. I know you two have your hands full with practice today. HmmmâŚStill wearing that hat, I see. It suits you well, Aiden.â I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left. Mr. Martin was always cool. I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here. I couldnât help but feel grateful for him, but for what? I quickly discarded that thought because it wasnât important to me.
What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros. I ditched class again, I donât even remember what the class was anyways. Probably nothing important. As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldnât care less about how badly I do in school. Iâm basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.
At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights. All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift. Must run in the blood. After school, I went to practice with Aaron. We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer. We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition. Man, this was the life. I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.
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Mission â Heat | Steve Rogers
// Pairing // Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female!Reader
// Summary // Your best friend and you are on a mission but when he finds out about your heat he doesnât let you do the mission â but one night in one bed is still enough to confess the real feelings.
// Wordcount // 6.714 Words
// Warnings // Explicit Content // 18+, Minors DNI, best friends to lovers, alpha/beta/omega, Alpha!Steve, Omega!Reader, Heat, true mates, smut, fingering (fem!receiving), teasing, lots of kisses, masturbation (male!receiving), unprotected p in v, multiple orgasm, squirting, little bit of degradation and begging, dirty talk, praises, fluff
// Request // Hi sweetie and happy 2K, you deserve them!! So I noticed you're doing that fun activist with prompts. I was thinking maybe: true mates who are childhood best friends? (A/B/O) It could be Steve Rogers ( I just imagine him a lot like an alphađ) ? smut and a bit of fluff? Maybe they were supposed to go in a mission but she's starting her heat ( I think it's written like this?) so she stays behind and he offers to stay with her? they end up sleeping together and him taking care of her? â¤ď¸ Sending you so much love!! @rogersbarber
// Authors Note // Hey, thank you for the request and for the nice words. It wasnât supposed to be such a long oneshot but it turned out longer than expected. Hope you like it. Biggest thank you goes to my girl @bucks-babe for proofreading for me. Youâre amazing and make my work so much better.
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// Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | 2000 Follower Celebration //
Being on a mission with your best friend was always your favorite kind of mission so you thought it would be like that this time too. Even though you got your heat just before you were getting ready for the mission â but your best friend knows it, he is used to it.
Steve Rogers, unmated Alpha and your best friend since childhood, the two of you grew up together, he always defended you in school, in front of other Alphas and he still does it when he notices that you donât do it for yourself.
Even though he defends you sometimes still, he loves your attitude, your confidence and with every year the two of you grew older, things changed between the two of you â inside of him. He wouldnât tell you, at least not yet. Steve loves the friendship the two of you have and he doesn't want to ruin it with his alpha instincts during your heats.
So little does he know that you went on the mission with him while getting into your heat. You smelled different but he was too focused on studying the file to care about your changing scent, maybe it was just another perfume you use?
âHave you read them? Sounds like they are in the hall and we haââ Steve says, sitting in a chair opposite you. The room has next to two chairs and a small table also a double bed â you already tested with a jump on it.
Youâre currently in a hotel, waiting for the time you have the âmeetingâ with the weapon dealer. Steveâs arms resting on his thick thighs and you looked at him up and down, while he was focused on the file. But now his blue eyes are piercing into yours, he tilts his head to the side and clears his throat.
âWhat are you doing there?â He asks, looking at your small construction on the bed. His shirts are placed around you on the mattress, youâre sitting with your back against the headboard and youâre focused on replacing a few of his shirts to make it more comfortable, while you listen to your best friend.
âNâNothing, just wanted to see what you brought with you,â you say, smiling softly. Steve nods, not really believing what you try to convince him of.
âAnd youâre doing this by placing all my shirts around you?â His voice is soft but you can still hear a more dominant tone. You whimper quietly, trying to push all your thoughts away, you canât let the omega inside of you get the control just yet. Not on a mission, not when youâre supposed to sleep in a bed with Steve.
âYes? Thatâs a problem?â You ask, trying to sound as sweet as you can. Steve inhales deeply, and then it clicks in his mind, your scent isnât different because of another perfume â oke at least not only because of that â itâs because youâre in heat and donât want him to know it.
âOmega,â he growls, earring a whimper from you, knowing that he is right. âFuckâ why didnât you tell me? Even using another perfume so I wonât smell it immediately? You canât come on a mission with me, whenâ Oh fuck!â
âLanguage, Steve! Donât use those words and I can! See, I'm here with you, on a mission,â you say, trying to play cool, while he gets up from the chair and paces through the room. Steve runs his hands through his hair, he loves you, he cares about you and thatâs why you shouldnât go on a mission during your heat â and especially not be in the same room â the same bed as the Alpha.
âIâm sorry, princess. But we will call Tony and get you home and I will do the mission alone or with another agent,â Steve says, frustration grows inside of him when he realizes that itâs evening and that you will have to stay the night in the same bed he does. âOr we let Sam and Bucky do that.â
âStevie, I can do the mission with you, donât make a big deal out of it please. Itâs just my heat, oke?â You try, earning a glare that causes you to flinch and shut your mouth immediately.
âNot a big deal, huh? Do you know that most of the people we are going to meet there are Alphas? They will smell you, and when we do a mistake they will fucking get you and who knows what they are going to do then. With you â sweet Omega, they deal with weapons. Do you think they donât have their omegas on a leash like a little pet?â
You sigh, maybe Steve is wrong but you two are a good team so they wonât get you and have you as their own personal toy, will they?
âGonna call Tony now,â he huffs, reaching for his phone before he taps on it a few times before Tony picks up the call. You donât really listen to the conversation, too frustrated that Steve doesnât want to do the mission with you.
You grasp one after the other shirts of his, throwing it away. When you canât go on a mission to him, you donât want to be close to him. And as much as you crave your little nest with his shirts, youâre too mad to care about you. Luckily, your heat just started so you donât have too bad cramps and when you get some you can still help yourself, you donât need Steve or his stupid shirts â really good smelling shirts.
âWhat are you doing there, princess? First you build your nest with my shirts and now you throw them away, can you at least put them back into the bag?â Steve asks after hanging up and looking at you.
It only needs one look at you and he knows that youâre frustrated, that youâre going to be bratty because youâre always like that when Steve denies you. Sometimes you hate him, he is your best friend and you love him but those moments let you think if it could be a love-hate thing or something. Even though you know he is your true mate but since youâre both best friends you never wanted to risk your friendship for that, especially not because you never felt like you need a relationship just yet.
âPick them up, âmega,â he growls, walking closer to the bed where youâre still sitting. You shake your head, pulling your legs against your chest and causing him to sigh. âThatâs childish, you threw my clothes on the ground, now pick them up and bit them back into my bag.â
âMake me, Alpha,â you smirk when his eyes darken. Steve being feral is something you like to see, especially when his Alpha is more present, you have never seen his real Alpha side but the bits he lets slip are something you could get used to.
âNot gonna repeat myself. Youâre playing with fire. Coming here in your heat, wanting to sleep in a bed with meââ
âYou can sleep on the floor if you prefer that,â you shrug. Steveâs suddenly really close to you, his hand snapping forward and grasping your chin harshly. He tilts your head back, causing you to whine slightly.
âI wasnât finished. You come here with me for the mission, you are going to sleep in a bed with me â wouldnât I be used to it by now I would have fucked you into the mattress already and claimed you,â he groans, the thought making his dick twitch in his tight pants and he feels his boxer briefs soaking by his pre-cum.
âCalm down, you called Tony so itâs fine now? But I wouldnât mind you claiming me, could try it, see if I would be such a sweet little omega and lie there for you,â you say, giggling softly while Steveâs features harden and his jaw clenches.
He doesnât say anything, just letting go of your jaw and inhaling deeply. Steve turns away from you, making his way to the room into the bathroom. When the door closes a small pout forms on your lips, you never thought being close to someone would affect you like that but your best friend's short touch felt just so good. His warmth and the soft tingle he causes on your skin, youâre craving more but maybe itâs just because of your heat and nothing more.
For a moment you think about sneaking out of the room, getting some food or just for a walk. Or maybe you check out the location for the deal the next day and you will get up early to be there and help Sam and Bucky?
You decide against it, knowing that a whole lot of Alphas would smell you and no matter how confident you are, you donât want one of them to jump on you. So youâre leaning back, your back resting against the headboard of the bed. You grasp your book, but since you destroyed your nest you feel uncomfortable.
Meanwhile Steve couldnât stand it any longer, he needed to get out of the situation otherwise he didnât know if he could have controlled himself any longer to not just ruin you for every other Alpha.
Your smell is so intoxicating, surrounding him like air. He had seen you in your heat so often but something changed, inside of him and between the two of you.
The warm water runs down his body, relaxing his tensed muscles but his cock is still rock-hard and there is only his hand as solution. Steve brings one of his hands to his shaft, immediately groaning quietly when he wraps his fingers around his thickness.
How would it feel if those fingers would be yours? Would your small hand actually fit around his length?
For a moment he tries to bring his thoughts to one of the porns he is watching when he jerks off but his mind doesnât want to do it like Steve wants and he always has the picture of you in front of his eyes.
Steve slowly moves his hand up and down his shaft, the tip is red and leaking. He runs his thumb over the slit, groaning about the sensation. His hips jerk forward, meeting the movements of his hand. Steve throws his head back, fucking his fist hard and fast while he tries to muffle his groans as much as possible while biting his lip.
He wants â he needs to feel your fingers around his shaft. Or your mouth, your pussy. So warm and tight and all wet for him. Steve knows that he would stretch you like no one did before because you havenât had many Alphas yet and Steveâs cock is thick and long.
Steveâs eyes immediately open and widen when he hears a soft knock at the door. He lets go of his cock before he mumbles a soft âcome inâ. You have seen him under the shower often, so itâs nothing new but he never had a hard on or at least just jerked off while thinking about you.
You open the door, walking into the room. Youâre not looking at him, you donât want him to feel uncomfortable, but you just donât feel like being alone right now. Since youâre kids youâre used to sit in the bathroom with one another â when you were kids you also had a bath together â and just talk or be in silence.
âWhatâs up, princess?â Steve asks, turning around when you take a seat on the floor. You sigh softly, playing with your fingers in your lap, while Steve starts to wash himself.
âIâm sorry, I know I shouldnât have come to the mission with you during my heat but I thought it wouldnât be that bad, you know? And Iâm sorry for throwing your clothes away, I just got mad when you said that,â you admit, looking around while you listen to the water of the shower.
âItâs oke, princess. I donât blame you, but I donât want you to be in danger and you know itâs easier to smell you when youâre in heat. Just donât want you to get hurt,â Steve says, rubbing the shampoo into his hair before he continues to clean his body while he talks to you, making you laugh over and over again.
After the shower Steve asked you to look for some movies while he gets dressed, he used the moment to give his hard cock some relief. You immediately agreed and made your way back into the bedroom. Then you looked for a movie and built your nest with his shirts again.
Steve got a few snacks and drinks for the two of you and now youâre cuddled up into his side, his hand caressing your back softly while you watch the movie. Itâs almost finished and you canât wait to get some sleep, the cramps in your stomach getting worse but you try to ignore that and hide it from Steve.
Your best friend feels your tensing, his hand snaking around your waist to your lower stomach and he draws small circles on it, cashing you to sigh softly. The cramps arenât completely gone but itâs definitely feeling really good when Steve caresses your skin as softly as he does right now.
When the movie ends youâre settling properly in bed, your back turned toward Steve and your knees close to your chest to try to get rid of the cramps. Steve feels your tension and he would love to help you but he wonât pressure you so he just tried to get some sleep himself.
After a few hours where you just tossed and turned around, Steve is still awake, knowing that youâre asleep. Your whimpers are louder as before and your scent is surrounding him, his mind goes dizzy and he canât focus on anything else than you.
As hard as he tries to push the alpha inside of him to the side he canât stop it anymore, needs you â needs to comfort you and needs to be inside you to give himself some relief too.
He slowly rolls to the side, youâre curled up into a little ball next to him, whimpering and tears fall down your cheeks but youâre still asleep. Steve reaches his hand out to slide over your arm, causing you to shiver lightly, his fingers brush over the soft skin of your arm to your shoulder. He puts some pressure on you, causing you to turn on your back while he guides his fingers over your breast.
A needy whine leaves your lips and you wake up slowly, noticing the soft touches. Steve smirks when you open your eyes and look at him with your sleepy expression. You look just so adorable and he canât get his eyes off of you.
âWâWhat are you doing, Stevie?â You ask, his touch is still soft but intimate already. Itâs not like it bothers you but you wonder what happens because he had himself always under control.
A low groan leaves his lips and his eyes are almost completely dark while he stares at you. His tongue poking out, wetting his lips. âNeed to comfort you, âmega. Fucking need you, âm so hard for you and it will help you with your cramps, omega.â
His voice is rough and you shiver when you nod slightly. Steveâs fingers wrap around your breast, squeezing the soft flesh through your shirt before he pinches your nipple slightly. He causes moans to escape your mouth, groaning when he does that, his cock twitching in his pants and he canât wait to bury his cock in his home â your tight, wet pussy.
Steveâs hand slides lower, over your stomach to the waistband of your panties. He doesnât have much control anymore, he just needs you so bad. While his hand snakes over your body he sits up to get in between your legs.
âSpread those pretty legs for me, princess,â he mumbles, his big hand now caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh while he pushes them softly apart. He then gets in between them, his thick thighs touching yours and you can feel his tensed muscles, his soft curly hair on his thighs against your skin.
Your best friend towers over you, his veiny hands on your thighs while you look at him. Your eyes roaming over his body, from his handsome face over his broad chest to his highly defined abs before you reach the big bulge underneath his boxer briefs.
âLook so pretty, and you smell so good. Canât sleep with your soft whimpers and this fucking scent of yours all around me,â the Alpha groans, moving a bit until his chest is on top of yours hand he thrusts his hips forward.
You can feel his hard dick and fat balls through the fabric, rubbing against your already wet pussy and causing you to moan louder.
âThatâs what you need, donât you, omega? Need a cock to fill you. Need my cock to fill you,â he says, voice low and you canât help but shiver about the tone in his voice.
Steve used to talk to you with such a soft and sweet voice but right now there is nothing left of your sweet boyfriend, instead of him you have a big Alpha towering above you, ready to ruin you for every other man.
âStevie, please,â you beg, not sure what youâre asking for â probably everything he is willing to give you. He grins at you, his one hand grasping your chin to make you look him deep into his beautiful eyes while he pushes his hips forward.
âWhat do you want, âmega?â He asks, knowing exactly what you need and want but he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. He wants you begging and whining for his cock.
âNeed you, please. Alpha, need your cock, please, your knot, fill me with it,â you beg, blushing when those words leave your lips. You have never felt that vulnerable and embarrassed, never begged for an Alpha's cock â and never thought you would beg for your best friend's dick.
Steve smirks, letting go of you to lean back to finally take off his clothes. You follow his movements with your eyes when he gets up and stands next to the bed, leaving you all needy and desperate for him.
âSââ you want to ask him why he doesnât give you his cock even though you asked nicely but just when you want to ask, he grasps the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes them down his legs.
Your mouth drops open when his hard cock springs free. His length is huge, a vein running along the underside of it, the tip read and leaking with pre-cum. His balls are just as huge as his cock and you wanna lick them, want him to stuff them into your mouth. Your pussy clenches at the sight, arousal flowing out of you, causing a wet spot in your panties.
âStevie, it wonât fit, yâyouâre soo big,â you say, pouting softly. He chuckles before he throws his shirt somewhere in the room to get on top of you again.
He plays with the hem of your shirt, pushing it slowly up to reveal your stomach, kissing and biting into your soft skin before he helps you out of it completely. A low groan slips past his lips when he admires your tits, his lips moving from your stomach to the swell of your left breast and he licks a strap over the soft flesh.
You arch your back, pussy pressing against his cock, while Steve sucks at your nipple, his teeth scratching softly over the skin while he twirls his tongue around it. He definitely knows what feels good, and you crave more of the pleasure and of him.
Steveâs hands move to your hips, pushing you down to stop you from grinding against him. You whine, trying to push against him but the alpha is way stronger than you and you end up wiggling underneath him until he raises his head and raises an eyebrow.
âStop wiggling like a little slut, omega. Or Iâm gonna treat you like one, so stay still and let me enjoy your sweetness before Iâm going to ruin you,â he growls, bringing his lips back to your chest to continue sucking, biting and licking your soft skin.
Your best friend is already addicted to your soft chest, knowing that youâre going to ruin him for every other woman just as much as he is going to ruin you for every other man. Maybe he will ask you if he is allowed to claim you later or he will do it at another point, maybe making you beg for him to claim you. But he is at least sure that he is going to make you his, with your permission but he is sure you donât want someone else when you can have your best friend as your Alpha. Just as much as he wants you to be your alpha, he wants to wear the mark of your bond on his skin as well, letting everyone know that he belongs to you.
âSteve, please. Need you so bad, donât tease me, please,â you whine, pushing your chest up and press it against his face. He growls against you, sending vibrations through your body, while he pins your waist with his hands into the bed.
âStop the whining or you wonât get my cock at all. Had to wait to get you so long, denying me all the time,â he says, biting into the swell of your breast to underline his words â his desperation.
He slowly moves his lips further down to your stomach, his fingers gliding to the waistband of your panties and he hooks them into it, tugging at it slightly before he lets it snap back against you.
Even though he doesnât want you to whine and wiggle, he enjoys the soft whimpers and moans that escape your lips â needy and begging for him.
Steve wouldnât have told you that his Alpha is craving you, he knew you wouldnât like to ruin your friendship and he didnât want to do it either. But now? Having you whining and whimpering next to him, during your heat. His anger that you didnât tell him and tried to hide it from him combined with his Alpha instincts makes him go crazy and feral for you.
Your best friend sits up, sliding the thin frantic down to reveal your dripping pussy. He tried his best to remove your panties without destroying them but the smell of your arousal, your dripping pussy and your fucked out look already lets him forget about his actual plan.
You hear your panties being ripped into two pieces before he throws them somewhere into the room. You want to protest, telling him that they were one of your favorite pairs of panties but every thought disappears when the Alpha places one of his hands on your lower stomach, his thumb finding its way to your clit and he presses down against your sensitive spot.
âGood girl, such a sweet omega. Look at you, dripping for your Alpha,â he says, grinning at you when he moves his fingers lower, parting your soaked folds while he admires your glistening skin down there. âYeah, so ready for me, look at you, all ready for my cock.â
You feel your cheeks heat up with his intense stare at your most intimate part. Steve brings his other hand to your wet entrance, pushing one of his digits against your tight hole before he circles his fingers around it. Youâre moaning underneath his soft touches, trying to close your legs but his thick thighs hold them spread apart.
Steveâs cock is painfully hard, leaking down his shaft and he just wants to thrust into you but he wants to be at least a bit nice and prepare you first, will he? Youâre dripping down your ass and onto the sheets already, so maybe he could just push inside of you and enjoy your walls gripping his cock?
âPrincess?â He asks, waiting for you to nod your head. When you do, his expression softens and he removes his hands from your pussy and brings them back to your hips. âDo you want me to stretch you open on my fingers first or would you mind me just stretching you open on my cock? I will be careful, but I need you so bad, âmega.â
âSplit me open with your cock, Alpha, please. Need your cock, Stevie,â you beg, feeling his thick tip against your pussy. Steve groans, he wasnât prepared for you begging for his cock like that when he offers you to destroy your pussy.
âBut you will tell me to stop when you canât handle my cock. Just say red and I will stop. Yellow when you want me to slow down and green when I can continue, get it, omega?â He asks with his soft voice and you nod, this time itâs not enough of an answer for him and your best friend raises an eyebrow at you. You shiver lightly underneath him, his intense looks and his touches make your mind go dizzy and you canât focus on anything but him and his cock.
âYâYes, Alpha,â you mumble, your fingers digging into the sheet and you buck your hips. Steveâs cock slides through your folds, causing both of you to moan.
With a soft smile he leans down, his lips touching yours for a soft kiss before he snakes one of his hands between your bodies to his cock. Steve looks deep into your eyes while he lines his cock up with your entrance. He pushes slowly into you, his red tip stretching you open and your jaw drops open when you feel how thick he really is.
âColor, omega?â Steveâs one hand is still holding your waist, pushing you into the mattress while he places his other next to you shoulder to hold himself up above you. His lips trailing all over your face, leaving soft kisses while he entered you inch by inch.
âGreen! Itâs so fucking green,â you moan, arching your back until Steveâs chest is pressed against yours.
He chuckles at you, actually he would tell you to not use that kind of words but your pussy is hugging his cock too well to think about something like that right now. Steve pushes forward until he is balls deep into you, stretching you out like no one else could.
Youâre panting, hands gripping his back while you try to ground yourself. Steve doesnât move, waiting for you to adjust before heâs going to ruin you completely. Your pussy is burning lightly, the stretch still the most pleasurable feeling you ever had and you want him to finally move, finally fuck you.
âStâ Alpha, please. Move!â You whine, legs wrapping around his legs and you dig your feet into his thighs. But Steve doesnât move, he smirks at your desperation, his cock seated perfectly warm and wet inside of your tightness while he feels your slick flowing down your ass and all over his balls.
âYouâre so desperate, gimme a moment to enjoy the moment of your pussy before Iâm gonna destroy it,â he growls, smirking at you before he presses his lips softly against yours. His tone is the complete opposite of his soft kisses and you whimper.
Steveâs cock is twitching inside of you, youâre sure that you can feel every vein of his length and it makes you want him more. Your best friend bites into your lower lip, causing you to whine before he pulls his cock out of you.
âYouâre sure, omega?â
âWasnât ever more sure than that, Stevie!â
Those words are all he needs before he slams his cock into you. You almost scream about the sudden pain inside of you. His cock hitting your cervix and your eyes widen when you realize that he is really going to ruin your pussy with his huge cock. Steve thrusts his hips forward and backward, pushing into you with such force that youâre sure youâre going to hit the headboard of the bed when he wouldnât hold you in place by your hips.
âS-Stevie, p-please,â you beg, not sure what youâre begging for because he fucks you so hard, that you canât ask for more but you donât want him to stop either.
Steve chuckles, his fingers brushing through your hair, his lips trailing along your jaw, while he speeds his thrusts up. His balls slapping against your ass, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, while you squeeze him tightly, sucking him deeper into your greedy pussy.
âTake it, fuckâ take it, omega. Doing so well, fuck, feeling so good. Pussy is gripping my cock and not letting me move easily, princess,â Steve swears under his breath, his knot growing and his balls tightening while he thrusts hard into you.
He needs you to come for him so badly, he wants you to come on his cock twice â one time just one his cock and the second time together with him. Steve wants to feel your pussy clenching even more around him and needs your walls to grip him until he can barely move inside of you.
He smirks mischievously at you, groaning when you squeeze his cock. He then lowers his face to your neck, sucking at your soft skin, he wants to claim you, but he doesnât want to do it without asking you and he isnât sure if you could answer properly. Steve loves you, but claiming you would mean forever and he doesnât want to ask you when youâre cock drunk and in a state you would probably agree with everything as long as he is keeping his cock inside of you.
So he only scratches his teeth over the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking until he leaves dark blue and purple bruises all over your neck. He never slows his pace down, as much as he wants to come already, he learned to hold it for a while.
âTouch yourself, âmega. Make yourself come on my cock, fuckâ Your pussy feels perfect around me, made for my cock, princess,â Steve mumbles. He feels your hand sliding between your bodies to your core.
He definitely needs to make you touch yourself when he is just watching you. He is sure he would almost come in his pants from just watching when you touch yourself but right now his goal is another one â making you come before he allows himself to come and when youâre just laying underneath him, cock drunk and whimpering you can at least help him to make you come on his cock.
âStevie, please, need you to come inside of me, need your cum, your knot, please,â you whimper, circling your clit. Your eyes fall shut when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Your pussy is squeezing Steve more and he needs all of his control to not come immediately.
âCome, princess. Soak my cock, come all over it,â he groans, speeding his thrusts up. It only needs a few more thrusts against your sweet spot before you come around his cock.
Your cock drops open, your fingers digging into his muscular back, while Steve doesnât slow down his pace. His cock pulsing inside of you, your walls gripping him more and sucking him deeper, making it almost impossible for him to move.
Steve slides his fingers still through your hair, fucking you through your orgasm. âLook at you, doing so well for your Alpha. Squeezing my cock so well, a feeling so perfect when you come around it, and youâre looking so fucking beautiful when you come, princess.â
Your best friend's praises make you smile softly and you open your eyes, staring into his ocean blue ones, when he slows the pace of his thrusts down.
âDonât stop, Alpha, p-please, need your cum,â you whimper, pouting. Steve shakes his head, still moving his cock inside of you, while he calms you down.
âDonât worry, omega. I will give you whatever you ask for,â Steve tells you, kissing you softly before he picks up his pace again. His cock slamming into you, not caring that your pussy is all sensitive from your last orgasm. As long as you donât tell him to stop he wonât stop fucking you â his sweet little omega.
âFeel that? Feel my knot growing for you? Giving you all my cum, fuckâ Princess, you feel so good. Thought I would ruin you for every other Alpha but looks like youâre doing the same with me, Omega.â
You giggle softly before Steve slams his cock back into you again. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over again. Soft pain with much pleasure filling your body and youâre addicted to that feeling â addicted to your best friend and his cock.
âSo cock drunk, arenât you? Come, omega, give me another one, know you can do it, come all over my cock,â he growls into your ear, his breath hitching when you squeeze his cock once again.
You didnât know you could come that fast after your first orgasm but you feel the pressure in your lower stomach growing once again. Your breath is heavy, your body just as sweaty as Steveâs and your legs start to shake.
âSâStevie, Iâm so close, please. Alpha, need your knot, so badly,â you utter, nails digging into his skin and youâre sure you leave marks on your back.
Your Alpha smirks at your request, but gives it gladly to you. He hasnât planned to stop fucking you before he comes so your request is just the perfect addition to his needs.
Your walls are pulsing, his cock is twitching and you feel his knot growing inside of your pussy, stretching it even more. âFuck, come, omega, now!â
Steveâs low voice, his demand and his cock hitting all the right spots brings you over the edge once again. Youâre screaming his name, squirting all over him, when he comes inside of you with an animalistic groan. His cum painting your walls and it feels like he doesnât stop to come at all. His knot holding his cock inside of you, Steveâs not able to pull his cock out â not that he wants to.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Feel that? Feel all my fucking cum? Just for you, princess, giving it all to you, my sweet omega,â he mumbles while you both catch your breath.
Tears fall down your cheeks and only his weight on top of you helps you to ground yourself. The feeling of your orgasm and his cock and cum so deep inside of you is just overwhelming and you canât help but let the tears fall down your cheeks.
When Steve lifts his head to look at you his expulsion changes immediately into a worried one. His big hands slides to your cheek, wiping the tears away before he presses his lips down to remove the trails of them.
âColor, princess? Too rough? Too much? Aww princess, you were so good for me, you took my cock like a good girl, yeah, squirting all over me, was it too much?â Steve asks, not giving you a moment to answer while he praises you over and over again. You shake your head, whimpering when he moves softly, his cock shifting slightly inside of you as well.
âIâ You weren't too rough, I loved it, Stevie. BâBut, I-Iloveyou,â you say quietly, muffling your words when you press your face into the crook of your best friend's neck.
You didnât think that Steve got what you said since you muffled your sounds and tried to speak as fast as possible but he understood it and smirks softly. His big hand is still caressing your cheek, while he swirls a strand of your hair around his thick fingers.
âI love you too, princess. But I understand when you donât want me to claim you, or want to have another kind of relationship with me than friendship. I love you, as my best friend but also as my omega. But I wonât pressure you into something, princess,â he assures you, letting himself fall down on top of you, to let you feel more of his broad body.
You immediately wrap your arms tighter around his back, inhaling his scent. âWould you alsoâ would you ever betray me when Iâm not enough for you anymore? Maybe you will find a better Omega and love her more then?â
âPrincess, stop that. Donât think like that, youâre more than enough, so much love and affection inside of your big heart. Why should I ever want someone else when I can have you?â He asks, pushing you softly back while he looks into your eyes â and you see nothing but love in them, the truth, like a promise.
âWhy are you always so fuckiââ
âOmega!â Steve warns, raising an eyebrow when you giggle softly. You feel a tingle inside of your body and your pussy clenches when he talks to you like that. Steve growls, throwing his head back. âThatâs what you like, huh?â
You nod your head, even though your pussy is answering for you too. âBut you were swearing the whole time, Stevie,â you pout, giggling more when he pokes his fingers into your sides.
âThatâs a difference, I just fucked you and wasnât able to focus on something that wasnât your pussy, princess,â he smirks, kissing you softly when you blush. âI love you, and I will protect you, let me make you mine next time. There is no one I could want when I have you.â
You nod, leaning up to chase his lips for a much needed kiss â no desperation, no roughness, just love and the promise you make to one another. âOke, but only when I get a bubble bath now, with a lot of bubbles and you!â
He rolls his eyes playfully but agrees, kissing you softly before he turns the two of you around and gets up, his cock still inside of you, when he carries you into the bathroom to run you a warm bubble bath. He doesnât care how late it is, that you should sleep, his princess needs a bubble bath with him? You get a bubble bath with him plus a massage and as many cuddles as you want.
âI love you too Stevie. And when you already pumped me full you could have asked to claim me already!â
âYou were such a little cock drunk slut for me, princess. But I will make you mine before we go home tomorrow, we have all night to make you lose your mind on my cock,â he grins, kissing the top of your head when he slips his cock out of you and places you on the toilet to run a bath.
âI guess youâre the one who is going crazy with his cock in my pussy, Stevie. Or what were you thinking about when you jerked off earlier that day?â
You knew what he did in the shower, you have seen his hard cock for a brief moment but it was enough for you to see it being rock hard. And youâre not dumb, you know exactly when your best friend takes a shower because he needs one or because he has to need one. Steve blushes softly when you mention it, but then he smirks.
âCanât help myself with such a sweet omega around me. My omega, princess,â Steve utters, picking you up from the toilet to place you in the warm water with a whole lot of bubbles before he gets into the bathtub behind you, pulling you close against him. Steveâs broad chest pressing against your back and you sight softly when you place your head against his shoulder and letting his big hands wander over your thighs and stomach, drawing small circles on your skin.
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simon doesn't have any preference when it comes to food. to him, it's more of "i just need to fill my stomach for now" instead of whatever it is people were yapping about palate and cuisine. he doesn't really care, food is food. that being said, of course certain things he will have to push away.
dairy gets him a little rumbly, unfortunately. not to the extend that he would be hurting madly, just enough to get his stomach rumbling. bananas are too mushy and tastes odd, but he'd still eat it (he will just shove it down as quick as possible, the case with yogurt too). he's not a big fan of garlic as well, but he'll eat if it's a little. something about a massive amount of garlic and his mask doesn't really mix well together.
still, of course, everything changes when you're cooking it.
he finds himself slowly getting better at... well, slowing down. you made food for him, taking the time to cook something you thought he'd enjoy. the least he could do is to just sit down and savor everything before shoving it down his throat.
simon loved your garlic bread. it stinks his breath because you used a lot of garlic, even rubbing some of the raw garlic on it because you loved it so much. he didn't mind, just means he'll have to brush his teeth really well. your pastas were also amazing too, and he'd have to make sure to brush his teeth really well before wearing his mask again every time you dropped it off for his lunch.
you made the tasties banana bread. just the subtle hint of sweetness that compliments his tea well. moist, just like the banana pancakes you make once a week. sometimes he even forgot that it has bananas in it.
simon didn't think that he's into soy milk, some smells a little funky if not processed correctly, but the one you made? he'd guzzle it down, maybe asking for seconds, especially after he knows how labor-intensive the process is.
he loves you, and the fact that you took the time out of the day to cook him something? of course it would be wrong to not savor it. and those things that he would normally avoid? he doesn't think about it much anymore. as long as you made it, he likes it.
#ive been thinking about this so much because while he eats everything everyone has a pet peeve esp when it comes to food#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty headcanon#cod headcanon#simon ghost riley#cod#simon ghost riley x reader#cod ghost x reader
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Too Sweet
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Spencer Reid x Reader
:: Practically at his beck and call, Spencer knows youâre too sweet for him. He knows he shouldnât use you but he canât stop himself when youâre also all too enthusiastic to fuck him ::
warnings :: smutttt, casual sex (kinda lol), oral (fem receiving), over stimulation, insomnia!spencer, spencer spitting facts (literally), reader is described to have hair length long enough to stick to your cheeks, obviously reader is described as afab, not sure what else i should tag so let me know what i miss :)
authorâs notes :: hello, hello! honestly i saw this tik tok edit of spencer with this song (Too Sweet - Hozier) and felt a bit inspired by it and also loosely by lyrics too. please be kind as itâs been a couple years since i last wrote a fic and itâs my first one about dr reid too, so let me know if you guys like it, comment, reblog, all that jazz and critiques are more than welcome! Enjoy!
WC :: ~4k
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It was pretty late into the night, it was the first weekend in weeks that the team was able to really enjoy. Spencer sat in a corner of his apartment, a glass of whiskey sat on the table as he flipped the pages of a book heâs read a thousand times before, albeit it was one of favorites.Â
He was hesitant to call, he didnât want to pull you away from enjoying your weekend but when it came to his pleasure, he put himself first. You were always too nice to say no to him and he knew that. It made him feel sleazy sometimes, but this was who he was now. Rugged, damaged, fucked up. Heâd been through a lot. But in those moments where you squirmed and whined beneath him, he felt satiated. You were his drug now.Â
âHello?â he mumbled when the call picked up.
âSpencer,â your voice was a whisper as you practically sang his name.
âYouâre awake,â he said.
âYes,â you responded.
âItâs a little late donât you think?â he poked.Â
âThen why are you calling?âÂ
You knew why he was calling. He only ever wanted one thing from you when the sky was dark. You didnât mind it though. You basked in it. You kind of liked it. The feeling of having sex without commitment. Your job didnât give you enough time for a commitment. You didnât feel humiliated or belittled by Spencerâs desires. In fact, his lust for you turned you on in most cases. Most.Â
Spencer was still a good friend to you. Regardless of sleeping with him, he was your closest friend. And recently, you noticed changes in him. Maybe youâve kept a closer eye on him more than before but you were a little concerned. You had the right after everything heâs been through. He seemed more tired than usual, even though he was still punctual with work. Although you didnât sleep in his bed after every time you slept together, when you did, you pretended not to notice his exits and long absences in between the long hours of the night. You could barely hear his ever so quiet footsteps roaming the living room. The clanking of coffee mugs in the kitchen and his quiet âShitâ when he thought he was being too loud.
Three subtle knocks rapped his door, so quiet Spencer wouldâve missed if he had breathed just a bit louder. A grin spread across his face subconsciously, glancing at the clock before taking long strides to the door. It was almost midnight. You stood in the doorway with heavy eyes, not the drunk kind, but the tired kind. He moved aside to let you in. Just like last time; and all the other times you showed up at his door for him.Â
âI thought you went out tonight,â he questioned, rhetorically.Â
âI did. For a bit,â you told him, âI just had one drink, then went home.â
âWhat are you doing up so late?â you asked, you already know the answer. And Spencer knows you know too, though he tried at first to be more subtle in his nightly fixtures. He simply sighed with amusement. You set your things down on his couch, eyes adjusting to the dim lights that hardly lit the room. The glass sitting on the table in the corner caught your eyes though.Â
âWhat are you drinking?â you asked.
âUh, whiskey. Neat.âÂ
âEw, why?â you joked.
âItâs not that bad,â he shrugged. A whiskey wouldnât exactly be Spencerâs first choice of drink but then again his first choice of drink wouldnât even be alcohol. If it was, he would probably be content with a beer, or something of the sort. He was sort of going through a phase during nights. He was sleeping a lot less too.Â
âI just didnât take you for a whiskey kind of guy,â you teased.
âWhat kind of guy did you take me for?â he poked; he wasnât really talking about drinks anymore though.Â
âWater,â you joked, making him laugh.Â
Spencer stood before you now. His hands were slightly hesitant this time to rest on your hips.Â
âIs everything ok, Spencer?â you asked him.Â
âYes,â his voice was a whisper.Â
You didnât believe him, but you knew better than to press him. He was a stubborn guy and whether you did or didnât you werenât going to get an answer. You slid your hands up his chest before cupping the back of his neck with your hands. The kiss was chaste. You didnât want to sleep with him if he was having second thoughts.
âAre you sure? If youâve changed your mind I can head hom-,â you were telling him.
âNo, donât,â he rushed out.Â
âIâm fine; I just havenât been sleeping well,â he confessed. This surprised you, not because you didnât know, but because you didnât think he would tell you.Â
âWell, then maybe I should go. That way you can finally get to bed before the sun comes up for once,â you joked with him, âBesides, youâre the one who's always telling people how important sleep is to the human body.â
Your words shocked Spencer this time. Admittedly, in the back of mind he suspected that you could sense him leaving his bed, or your bed sometimes, and that one or more times heâd been a little loud dwindling in the next room. But he didnât realize you were fully aware of his nightly escapades. You knew him too well. You were too sweet to him. Spencer knew after all the fucked up things heâs been through he didnât deserve your friendship; or anything more despite the fact.
âDid you know that elephants sleep the least of any other animal?â he told you, he doesnât know why. Maybe to distract you, or seduce you. Both outcomes came often enough for him to make it a guessing game.
âYouâre not an elephant.â
And then there were the ultra rare times when neither outcome happened; just now being one of them.Â
âSleep deprivation has been associated with reduced sexual desire and arousal,â he tried again.
âWell, I can help with that,â you teased. There we go.
He leaned down to kiss your lips but you pulled back in tease, smile on your face; you knew how pussywhipped you had this man. He didnât want to fight it, he was growing desperate for you with every passing second. Rolling his eyes, he dipped his head in the crook of your neck. His hands left your hips, pulling you closer to him from your waist and lower back. Your hands began to unbutton his shirt, he was still wearing the clothes you saw him working in earlier that day.Â
You stopped him, never been one to have sex anywhere other than the bedroom, taking his hand already knowing where to go after doing so many times before already. Although, it wasnât like his apartment was a confusing labyrinth. He followed you like always.Â
You reached the edge of the bed, sitting instinctively. Your hand went straight to his belt, undoing it with ease. Spencer pulled your hands away from his hips before sinking to his knees to the ground. He pulled your hips to the very edge, scratching the skin as he desperately pulled at your pants bringing them down your legs. Of course you let him.
He pushed you back and you fell on your elbows, still able to see him so clearly. See him dip his head and kiss the skin on the inside of your knee, his eyes lingering on yours. You let your head go for a second, basking in the feeling of his lips. They always made you feel so warm and tingly. One thing about Spencer, he loved foreplay. All the little things that lead up to sex. Most of the time, he craved the foreplay more than the sex itself.Â
He moved your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hands holding your hips. His nose ran along your inner thighs. Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the feeling of his warm breath coming from his nose. His fingers fiddled against your hip bones and you wiggled a bit becoming desperate by the minute for something more than just this teasing.
âSpence,â you whined, looking back at him.
âIt doesnât matter how many times we do this, youâll never learn patience will you?â Spencer bartered.Â
âSpencer, I donât come to you to learn patience,â you spat, not with any malice however.
âYou wonât come at all with that attitude,â he snapped back, hiding a grin between your legs.Â
âSpencer!â you gasped.
He chuckled lowly, bringing his hand between your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side to expose you to him. You were glistening, slick beginning to leak from you already. Spencer could feel himself getting hard. He precariously tried to not buck his hips into the bed like horny teenager. Â
âFuck,â he whispered under his breath.Â
He stepped up quickly letting your legs drop harshly. His fingers curled over the hem of your underwear pulling them down and tossing behind his shoulder before returning to his previous position. He felt like he was possessed. Acting and moving like it was primal, instinctive. He wanted nothing more in this moment than to satisfy you.Â
He kissed all the places except the place you needed the most. You curled your toes anticipating his next move, longing for his lips, tongue, fingers, anything to bring you pleasure. Just when you were about to sit up, ready to nag at him, his lips wrapped around your bud.Â
Your shoulders gave out at the feeling. Your body electrifying instantaneously. Your eyes trained on the ceiling, focusing on everything about Spencer in this moment, the sounds, his touch, his tongue. His tongue dipping in you every now and then, making you moan feverishly. His hands spread out, pinning your hips down to the bed to try and get you to stop wiggling your hips, but he wasnât too successful in that.Â
âKnock it off,â he groaned, removing a hand wrapped around your leg to bring his fingers to your entrance.
âItâs not enough; I need more,â you whined.
âNo, you want more,â he debuted, âYouâre being greedy.â
âAnd youâre being mean,â you quipped, you always had something to retort.
âOk, fine,â he stood up.
âStop!â you whined, âPlease, come back. Do whatever you want.â
âI will,â he sat on his knees again, instantly bringing his fingers up to rub slow circles that made your toes curl.Â
He purposefully let them every now and then prod at your entrance make your hips jerk in surprise. He could see how wet you were, all of the slick telling him how needy you were. He looked up to look at your face. His eyes catching your nipples peeking through the fabric of your shirt from the pleasure already, smiling to himself.Â
âSexual arousal can cause an increase in blood flow to not just female genitalia, but also the breasts,â he told you, feeling your thighs squeeze ever so slightly.
âIs that your way of telling me my nipples are hard because of you?â you teased.
âYes,â he stated before diving straight back between your thighs.Â
His tongue did circles like his fingers, the wetness and warmth much more stimulating than before. His fingers slid inside you, curling when he couldnât push them any further. You moaned out, reaching your hand down to comb your fingers through Spencerâs shaggy hair. The noises of everything bounced off the walls of Spencerâs shallow bedroom. It sounded vulgar but so sexy. Your heavy breathing practically syncing together.Â
Your thighs squeezed more and more as you got closer to your climax; you didnât care if you were suffocating Spencer. If he died, he died pleasuring you and neither of you minded it in this moment. Your hips grinding against his tongue chasing you release frantically. Spencer pumped his fingers in and out of you rapidly, leading you to ecstasy.Â
Your breaths became shaking, as did your moans. You were overcome with pleasure as your orgasm hit you so suddenly. You could feel Spencerâs smile growing against you, you knew that he wasnât going to withdraw despite reaching your climax.Â
âOh god, too much, Spence.âÂ
âFirst it was not enough, now itâs too much?â he taunted you, fingers still pumping in and out you strenuously.Â
âSpence!â you wailed, your voice trembling embarrassingly.Â
When he wouldnât give out, you pulled at his hair as you sat up and pulled his mouth away from between your thighs.Â
âOh ow, ow, ow!â he whined.Â
âJesus, you were gonna give me a heartache,â you whined.Â
âActually the possibility of having a heart attack during sexual activity is exceedingly low. So you wouldnât have had anything to worry about; if anything you would get a small headache,â he explained.Â
âYouâre giving me a headache,â you whined, making him laugh. Â
You pulled him from the back of his neck, crashing his lips against yours. You loved to kiss Spencer. You always felt the closest to him physically when you kissed. Which is ironic since he was quite literally inside you most nights. Kissing, the art of kissing, was practically your love language. You always gave small pecks when you were together, privately of course.Â
Spencer was worried at first, that kissing was too intimate that things would complicate fast and feelings would get hurt. But as time went on and things continued to stay normal between you, he just began to relish in it rather than worry about nothing. At least thatâs what heâs convinced himself of.Â
He suddenly remembered the first time you slept together. You were in his apartment one night going over some details of the case. Nothing so major, or frightening, but something wasnât adding up. You decided to take a break, cracking open some beers and just talk. One beer became two, then three, then four and then suddenly bottles littered the pitiful coffee table in front of you. You were very clear with him, âI donât just sleep with anybody.â But you were a woman with needs just as much as Spencer was a man, âNeither do I.â
âThings have to stay the way they are if we do this,â he told you that night.
âThey will,â you assured him.Â
You rested your forehead against his seeing his eyes seem different. Spencer always did this. Everytime, just for a minute or even a second, he would disappear behind his eyes, like he was reminiscing on a memory you couldnât describe.Â
âYou did that thing again,â you said with a small grin on your face.Â
âI know,â he blushed, âSorry.â
âYou ever gonna tell me what youâre thinking about when you do that?â you questioned.
âNope,â he smirked, making you giggle.Â
Spencer stood straight up shagging his shirt off before scrambling out of his pants. He crawled back over you settling his hips between your thighs as he dipped his head down to attach his lips to your neck. Your hand curled around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair as his breath and lips tickled your skin. Your hips fit together snuggly, grinding against desperate to chase each otherâs highs.
Spencer reached into the drawer beside your head to pull out a condom. You snatched it from his hands with a devilish smirk on your face tearing it with your teeth. You spat the foil corner from your mouth, pulling the condom from its package before tossing it aside. You reached between your bodies stroking Spencer. His face blushing red, contorting with pleasure as itâs the first of the night to feel some sort of friction he needed from the beginning. The reason he called you in the first place.Â
Spencer let his hands trace your skin. Though you wouldnât react, your skin erupted in goosebumps. Feeling him prodding against your entrance, your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat. You always anticipated this part. No matter how many times you and Spencer spent the night together, you couldnât ever get used to the flips your stomach made at this time.Â
Spencer pushed his hips into you, his length stroking your walls making your hum in delight. Spencerâs breath became heavy as he pulled out just enough before rutting back in you with skill. Your face began to feel hot as Spencer began to find a good rhythm. You could feel the sweat building on your forehead, the air cold against your scalp.Â
You looked at Spencerâs face; the veins bulging from his forehead and his neck. You cupped his cheek with your hand, catching his rhythm with your hips. Your breath became heavy, your hums became moans. Spencer wasnât exactly the most vocal lover you laid with. Not that Spencer was your lover of course. That��s not what you meant.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little brain?â Spencerâs voice took you from your sudden trance; his pace beginning to slow. He brought his hand to your face, pulling the stray hairs that stuck to your cheeks from your sweat away.
âNothing, just donât stop,â you sighed, pulling his lips down to yours again.Â
Spencer picked up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You felt overcome with an ambitious heat throughout your body. You pushed Spencerâs shoulders up trying your best to cool down without stopping your chase to your high. Spencer sat on his knees gripping your hips, practically ramming his hips into yours. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets beneath you.Â
âOh god, fuck,â you cried out. Your thighs squeezing Spencerâs torso as you began to get closer to your climax.Â
âShit, itâs like I canât get enough no matter how many times I have you squirming beneath me,â he gloated.Â
You could see Spencer's chest begin to get red, his knuckles however turning white. Your hands reached down gripping his wrists. Prying them away, before sitting up to straddle his legs, as they stretched forward, adjusting comfortably. You held on to his shoulders sturdily, finding an entirely new rhythm to chase your high.Â
Spencerâs hands ran up your back, sliding under your shirt that you had yet to take off. No wonder you were overwhelmed with heat. He peeled the tight fabric from your skin, tossing it to the ground like he has so many times before. He unhooked your bra with ease, his eyes instantly trained to your chest. He couldnât help his hands following, massaging the soft skin. Spencer looked up to you as you bounced up and down. Sweat dripping seductively down the valley of your breasts.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â Spencer whispered, staring up at you.
âI know,â you joked breathlessly, giving him a playful wink.Â
Spencer let out a breathy laugh at that. The both of you were itching for a release now. Your bodies squirming against one another, aching to give the other the release. You leaned back placing your hands on his thighs, moving your hips faster and harder than before.Â
âSpencer, Iâm getting close, I feel it,â you whimpered, âPlease tell me youâre close too.â
âIâm close,â he breathed out.
âFuck,â you cried.
âCome on, sweetheart. Let go,â Spencer mused, he reached between you two, fingers circling quickly between your thighs to bring you to climax even faster.
You gasped out, chest heaving as you felt the waves of pleasures wash over you suddenly. You couldnât help the loud moans escaping from you as you threw your head back; arched back and thighs tensed. Spencerâs hand held your body close to himself, and you curled forward wrapping your arms around his head as you climaxed indefinitely. Spencer grunted below you, his legs stiffening and jerking upward. Curses whispered from his lips.Â
âOh, shit,â you gasped, relaxing and slumping your body over Spencer.Â
âTreat me good, like always,â he whispered, his hand coming briefly to stroke your hair gently.Â
He rolled you over, laying you lazily on his bed before climbing out of the bed swiftly. He stumbled his way to dispose of the rubber. He grabbed a small towel from a drawer along with something to cover himself. He sat silently on the edge of the bed, gently cleaning you as your eyes slowly blinked, telling him you were exhausted.Â
âYou want to stay the night? I can see how tired you are.âÂ
âIâll be gone first thing in the morning,â you quipped with a small grin on your face.Â
Spencer laid beside you, covering your body with the blankets. You curled by his side, your leg falling over his hips. He turned the lights out, but the soft golden glow from the lights in the room next door streamed in. His arm wrapped around you, fingers softly stretching your back. Steady breaths against his chest gave him a sense of comfort. He was always a bit jealous how easily sleep came to you; how peaceful you looked when you did. Spencer tried to close his eyes. He tried to let rest wash over him like a blanket. What felt like seconds was an hour. And another hour. He peeked at his watch laying on the nightstand beside him, three oâclock the time read.Â
Sighing, he sneaked out of bed, careful to not wake you. He skulked towards the kitchen, eyeing the small glass of whiskey still on the table. He couldnât help smirk to himself over it. He opened the cabinet grabbing a mug, pouring a bitter liquid into it. He took a big swig of his favorite beverage, basking in all the flavors, when suddenly a beautiful figure stood before him.Â
âHey,â his voice was quiet.Â
âIâm guessing you havenât slept,â you tiptoed your way to him, you could hear him sighing.Â
âIs there anything at all I can do to help you?â you whispered, carefully placing your hand on Spencerâs warm back.Â
âNo, but having you here is enough.â
You were beginning to blur the lines between your arrangement and your friendship. But neither you nor Spencer could muster up the courage to stop what youâve started. Spencer indulged in your sweetness, the way you were always there to satiate his desires, the way you opened yourself to him like heavenâs gate. And you, well you would never admit it. Being in love with Spencer that is. Youâve known him for years; seen the best parts of him and helped him through the worst. You knew him the best of anyone youâve known before. And he could say the same too. Heâs never opened up to anyone as much as he has to you.Â
You were perfect for each other. And yet, Spencer wouldnât allow himself to bask in it. He truly believed he didnât deserve you. That all the demons that haunted him in these dark hours were undeserving of your kindness, compassion, gentleness. Simply thinking about you was often enough to calm him in tense situations. But he would never tell you this. So here he was, standing in the kitchen with his coffee black at three in the morning wondering why you couldnât see that he would never be enough for you.Â
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Muzzle that dog
Logan Howlett (wolverine) X male reader
â ď¸bondage, bottom Logan, dog muzzle, dog play (?), male reader, collar and leashâ ď¸
đ¨ Minors and girls do not interact đ¨
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Since Logan has mutated he's become more animal-like. Sometimes he goes feral. He turns into a feral wolf. Especially when he's in heat. Yes. He has heat seasons. Once to two times a year. And by feral I mean feral.
And what does he do when that happens? He locks himself in his cabin that was gifted to him by his friends from Xaviers when he almost broke the school kitchen.
Recently though. His heat has been worse. There's this new guy in the school named Y/n. And he and Logan grew close almost instantly. Logan thinks he's starting to fall in love with him. But he doesn't want to accept it. Not when all the people he loved got hurt because of him.
Now it's October. And to Logan's luck. His heat is starting. And his heat lasts for as long as possible. So he'll have to inform Ororo so she doesn't plan a birthday party as she likes to do because he'll definitely still be in heat during his birthday.
Ororo understood immediately and cancelled her already plan in the works and just gave Logan his birthday present early. Y/n on the other hand. He had a lot of gifts. And he couldn't just give them to Logan in the open. So he waited.
He had a plan.
A horny plan.
Eventually, the date hits October 12th. Logan's been in his cabin for a week now. Currently he's in the middle of the empty room whose flooring is just mattresses. There's a wooden floor underneath obviously but most of the floor is a mattress. Besides the bathroom which is separated by a door opposite of the front door, a kitchen corner that has a classic wooden floor, and a fireplace that is built into a wall but still has enough of a wooden floor in front of it so the mattress wouldn't catch.
It's kind of like a kids dream pillow fort. Other than that the cabin is pretty modern. Obviously paid for by Charles to get it as comfortable as possible.
Logan is sitting in the nest of pillows and blankets. Sweating even though the fire isn't on. He's just staring at a wall. That's until he hears footsteps near his cabin. He doesn't think much of it at first but then he catches a familiar scent. He growls and watches the door hoping that they're not stupid enough to walk in.
Now the cabin is locked yes. But the door is on a password lock. Only Charles and Logan know it. At least that's what Logan thought before the door clicked and opened. And in walked y/n with a big box.
"Morning birthday boy." Y/n grins and closes the door that automatically locks. Logan growls. "What are you doing here Y/L/N."
"Came here to celebrate with my favourite boy." The other mutant said with a smirk and set the box down in front of Logan. "Happy birthday sweaty boy." He joked about Logan's current state.
Now Logan may not look the best. But y/n's isn't complaining. He doesn't mind sweaty body hair and that delicious-looking erection that's standing between Logan's legs. Yes, he's not wearing underwear. He feels like his skin is on fire. Of course, he's not wearing anything.
Logan just watches the other mutant debating if this is a joke or not. Eventually, he reaches for the big box that could fit an old box TV. In the meantime, y/n removes his jacket and looks around the cabin.
Logan looks into the box and sees more boxes, but these are wrapped with birthday-themed wrapping paper. He raised an eyebrow and briefly looked at the other mutant before looking back at the gifts.
He reaches for one of the gifts and rips the paper off. He can feel y/n sit behind him. He's so close Logan can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He also feels that y/n is now shirtless. Logan's hands stopped moving as all of his senses focused on the man pressed against his back.
The other mutant looks over Logan's shoulder. He breathes against his neck and talks in a low murmuring voice "Why aren't you opening it?" Logan shivers at the closeness and feeling of y/n's breath against his neck.
Logan takes a shaky breath and focuses back on the box. Once he fully removed the wrapping paper he used one of his claws to cut the box.
Inside was a handmade leather collar with a loop at the front of it. Logan flushes beet red. His breath hitches as he feels the leather under his fingers. Y/n smirks against Logan's neck. "Open the next one."
The older mutant shakily reaches for another present. He rips off the paper and cuts the box open. Inside is a matching leash. It looks sturdy enough for a good rough tug. Logan's dick twitches at the thought.
Y/n kisses the crook of Logan's neck. Which causes Logan to whimper. But it doesn't sound like a moaning whimper. It sounds like an actual sad dog whimpering.
He reaches for another box wanting to be done already so he can jump on the other mutant's dick. He grabs the present, rips off the paper, and tears the box open. Inside is a dog muzzle.
That's enough for Logan. He pushes the box back and turns around to pounce on y/n. The other mutant laughs and catches Logan. The force of the wolfish man causes them both to fall back on the mattress floor.
Logan whines like a dog as he claims y/n's lips with his own. Y/n caresses his thighs and flips them over. "I take you're happy with your gifts?" He murmured against Logan's lips. The wolfish man whines in response and pulls y/n's face closer.
"Even though you haven't opened the rest of them yet?" He murmured between kisses. Logan huffs. "Just tell me what they are."
"More collars." Y/n hummed and kissed Logan's neck. The wolfish man only shivered and whined. Logan grabbed y/n's head and pulled him into an open kiss. He fought y/n's tongue like an animal.
The other mutant let go of Logan's thigh with one hand and patted around on the floor for the collar. Logan could feel the heat in his body starting to calm down but he still felt like he was on fire because he was being touched by y/n.
Logan suddenly let out a gasp when he felt cold leather wrap around his neck. He looked down and saw the o ring dangling from the front of the collar. He looks up and is met with y/n's hungry eyes. Logan whimpers and squeezes his thighs together.
"Look at you. So beautiful." Y/n murmurs and traces the collar. Logan whines. "Such beautiful sounds. I wonder what sounds you'd make if I..." Y/n's words trail off as he hooks two fingers into the o ring and tugs. Logan gasps and cries out. Those sounds go straight to y/n's groin.
Y/n kisses the collared man and pushes him onto the floor/bed. He reaches for the leash and attaches it to the collar. "Be a good boy for me okay?" Y/n murmured as he kissed down Logan's body. Logan nods.
The other mutant makes his way towards Logan's leaking cock and gives it a kiss. Logan whimpers and bucks his hips up. But y/n pulls back. "Ah ah ah. No moving."
The collared man whimpers and fights the urge to thrust up. So he bites into his hand without much worrying about how hard he's biting. He'll heal. Which he does right after he bites deep into his flesh by accident when he feels y/n's fingers against his hole.
Y/n pushes one lubed finger in which goes in with ease because Logan's wet with slick. As he fingers the whimpering man he kisses and licks his dick. "You taste as delicious as you sound."
Logan whines and thrusts up again. Y/n grumbles and tugs at the leash. The collared man gasps and stops moving. "I said no moving pup," Y/n said as he hovered over Logan. Logan whimpers again.
The other mutant adds a second finger and kisses Logan's neck. The room is filled with whimpers and whines. Each one was louder with each added finger. "Good job pup. Do you think you can ride?" Y/n murmurs as he sits down and pulls Logan into his lap. The collared man nods eagerly and lines up.
Y/n chuckles. "So eager." Y/n teased but let Logan do what he wanted. Logan sank almost instantly the moment he felt the tip enter him. He whines loudly and starts bouncing. The other mutant mons at the instant movement and grabs onto Logan's thighs. "Holly shit pup you're tight."
The collared man whimpers and rests his hands on y/n's shoulders. He bounces and rolls his hips wanting as much friction as possible. Whenever he's in heat it's like he has a constant itch from the inside. And the way y/n's dick is rubbing against his walls it's like the best back scratch anyone could wish for.
Y/n tugged at the leash to pull Logan closer so he could devour his lips. Logan angled his hips in a way that abused his g-spot almost perfectly, and he accidentally bit y/n's lip harshly. Y/n hisses and pulls back. He licks the blood off his lips and his eyes darker with lust.
Logan whimpers out, repeated apologies, but keeps bouncing. The other man growls and reaches for the muzzle. "Bad dog. Who told you you could bite?" That gets Logan to whimper louder. Y/n tugs at the leash. "Stop." He ordered.
Logan whines in protest and keeps bouncing. Y/n shakes his head and tugs again but this time harder. "Don't disobey."
The collared man whines and forces his body to stay still so Y/n can put the cage around his mouth. "Dogs that bite without permission get the muzzle. This is what you get for being a bad puppy." Y/n scolded as he made sure the muzzle is on tight but still comfortable for Logan.
The said man only whimpered in response and looked at y/n with sad puppy eyes and a pouty lip. The other man only shakes his head and leans back on his hands. "Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my cock."
Logan doesn't hesitate to lift and drop down again. He searched for that angle again. Fortunately, it doesn't take long before his head throws back and his cries fill the room. He's so close, but he doesn't want to cum yet, so he holds back.
Y/n has a tight grip with one hand on Logan's thigh and the other hand tightly holds the leash. The muzzled man looks so beautiful like this.
All deliciously wet and red. He's wet for multiple reasons. Sweat that makes his body hair stick together and his hair stick to his forehead, pre cum that's covering his belly due to his dick smacking against it so much, spit on his lips and chin because he forgot how to close his mouth, and tears running down his cheeks due to his amount of overwhelming emotions.
Y/n groans and watches Logan like he's an angel sent from heaven right for him. "Fuck you're so beautiful like this." He praised. "I imagined beauty but not like this." Y/n shamelessly confesses that he's been dreaming of doing this for a while. Logan whines and scratches at the other man's chest.
Y/n hisses and throws his head back. "Fucking beast." He grunts and digs his nails into Logan's thigh that immediately heals any signs of it.
The muzzled man whimpered. "I want to taste you so bad." He said with a sniffle and looked at y/n begging. The other man smirked and sat up. His nose is against the metal of the cage muzzle. "What was that pup?" He teased.
Logan whines. "Wanna taste you." He sounds so sad. Y/m though only smirks wider and licks one of the rods of the metal cage that's keeping their lips separated. The collared man whimpers and pouts.
"aww. Look at you you gorgeous puppy. I almost want to take this muzzle off." He teased, hooked his fingers through the cage, and tugged him closer. Logan cries out at that. He watches the other mutant with desperation.
Y/n kisses the bars and licks the side of the muzzle until he's able to kiss Logan's cheek. "Next time you behave and you'll get what you want." He let go of the muzzle and leaned back again.
The collared man whimpered but kept bouncing. Y/n runs his hand up Logan's thigh until it reaches the round goods of his ass. "I'm going to stuff you so much you won't be in heat for a year." Y/n grunts and meets Logan's bounces by thrusting up into him.
Logan whimpers. He's so close. "I can't hold it anymore." He cried out and spilled all over his belly. Y/n chuckles and watches how the muzzled man shakes with overstimulation because he's not stopping yet. "Just a little more. I'm almost there." Y/n murmurs and lays Logan on his back so he can rest as Y/n does the work.
Which he doesn't do much because his hips are so fucking sore from Logan's adamantium weight. But he makes work with what he can and chases his climax. Which also doesn't take long.
Without moments y/n spills into Logan and collapses on top of him. They both pant and catch their breath. Eventually y/n rolls off of Logan and onto the comfy mattress floor. He pets Logan's hair and slowly removes the muzzle so they can cuddle easier.
This was a mistake because Logan immediately latched himself onto Logan's chest and started marking. But y/n is too tired to bother and just caresses the collared man's hair. "Alright pup slow down." He gives a weak chuckle.
Logan whines but stops his marking. For now anyway. Instead he just nuzzles into y/n. He's as close as much as he can and still not satisfied. It's like he wants to be absorbed by y/n he wants to be close to him in ways that aren't possible.
"it's alright pup I'm not leaving you can rest." Y/n said and lazily caressed Logan's hair. The collared man relaxed and lets his body fall into much needed sleep.
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