#i just think he likes to play with his fingers and hair and his tassels and just likes to be touching all the time

[qifreyplushie]

old man bones

[upsidedownwithsteve]

A Couple Days In (I Call You Baby) CH2.

Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader [6.8K] 18+ the two night stand au no one asked for, or, the fic where you meet steve on a dating app and then a snowstorm ensures you can’t sneak out the next morning.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

“Hey, wanna get high?”

It was an easy question to say yes to, to be able to do something other than sit around and watch the snow fall, something to break the tension, ease the silence that was still a little uncomfortable. It was even easier when Steve looked at you like that, the same way he had the night before when you first answered the call from him, all messy hair and flushed cheeks, soft eyes and a smile that told you that you made him as nervous as he made you. 

So you nodded and felt a little giddy when he sparked up a joint, trying not to think about how it had been slotted between his lips when you placed it between yours. Besides, his mouth had been in more intimate places the night before… but you weren’t supposed to talk about that. 

So you shared the smoke until the joint burned down to the end, a stubbed out roach on a makeshift ashtray and when the sky outside dulled to an inky violet, you found yourself on Steve's living room floor. The boy had made quick work of gathering up every blanket and sheet he could find, the coffee table moved in favour of a fort that stood proud in the middle of the room. The weed had hit hard when he turned off the lights, letting the old nineties style disco ball illuminate the space instead. It twisted slowly, pink and purple and peach and green, each coloured sphere dancing off the white sheets and walls, making Steve’s skin turn shades of cotton candy and apricot.   

You’d found a frozen pizza in the bottom of his freezer, grimaced and brushed off most of the ice before shoving it in the oven as Steve threw all the snacks he could find into the fort, chips and cookies and some sour patch kids lost amongst the pillows. You ate slices of pepperoni in agreeable silence, The Goonies playing faintly in the background and when dinner was done and the high started to settle, you found yourself laying closer to the boy, shoulder to shoulder on the floor. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, looking at you from the side of his eyes, curious and careful. “If you promise not to yell at me.”

“I don’t make promises with boys,” you said airily, grinning when Steve snorted. “But I won’t resort to violence, if that makes you feel better.”

“Barely,” he shot back but he rolled onto his stomach anyway, bit the head off of a red sour patch and kept his gaze on you. “But I’ll risk it. Why were you looking for a hookup? Last night. Like, why were you on that stupid site.”

“Why were you?”

Steve grinned. “I asked you first.”

Did you tell him? Did you tell him the truth? Would you sound pathetic, would you sound sad? Would you tell this boy, this stranger, that you’d once been happy and with your own place, another boy to share it with, that white picket fence kinda dream. Would you tell him you had a man, who wore a suit and tie to work, who promised you a ring and a baby and anything else you wanted, would you tell him that you found him with another girl when you came home too early one day, that he was less than sorry and told you that he just didn’t feel the same, that he was going to confess to you eventually. 

How could you tell him that? How could you tell that story without crying?

So you hoped your eyes didn’t turn glassy as you kept Steve’s gaze and shrugged, fingers playing nervously with the tassels on the end of a blanket. “What’s that thing they say? ‘You gotta get back on the horse’ or something?” You swallowed, throat too tight. “I had to get back on the horse.”

Steve stared, eyes widening slightly in realisation and he nodded, slow, thoughtful. Silence crept in, the movie long over and the credits rolling silently, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound. And then Steve knocked a hand against yours and said, “for what it’s worth, the guy sounds like an idiot. His loss, y’know?”

You grinned despite your confusion, nose scrunched and you stole a piece of candy from the bowl the boy had monopolised. “You don’t even know what he did.”

Steve hummed and shook his head, not wanting to hear your counter argument. “Doesn’t matter. You’ve got this look in your eye and— and, well, I can just tell, okay? He’s probably the world's biggest douche and he doesn’t deserve you.”

You were speechless, lips parted, tongue fizzing with leftover sugar and still staring at Steve. This guy you met online, a stranger. Except not really. 

“You didn’t deserve that.” Steve finished, he was staring at the popcorn, cheeks a little pink. “Whatever it was… that he did. You didn’t.”

Your socked foot met his, toes pushed to his, the closest you’d been since the night before. He stared at where you touched him, throat bobbing and you sniffed before whispering a small, ‘thanks.’ 

Steve shrugged again, embarrassed and brushing it off but his words clung to you in a way that was more important than you realised. When you’d told your mom about your ex, she’d been sympathetic but she seemed more concerned about you moving back in with a friend, having a roommate instead of a mortgage and still no ring on your finger. 

‘Maybe you weren’t giving him what he needed, hon,” she’d tried to justify. ‘You’re always so busy at work, you know. Men need cared for, they like to come home and have their dinner on the table and—’

You’d hung up the call without listening to it anymore. 

“Even though I’m a raging dragon?” You asked Steve, your knowing smile lightening the mood. 

You laughed when the boy’s cheeks burned, the tips of his ears just as red and he sat up in defence, hands held out placatingly. “Hey, c’mon now. You weren’t supposed to hear that—”

“So that makes it okay?” You squealed, laughing whilst trying to act offended. You batted at Steve’s hands when he tried to steal back the sour patch kids. “No, they’re mine now. Penance for your awful honesty.”

“—if you let me talk,” Steve grumbled but he was smiling too and god, it was a pretty sight. “You’ll know that I didn’t mean it. Well I did, a little. You were scary.”

You snorted. 

“But hot,” Steve added on, looking at you from under his lashes, gaze lowered and he took a second to see how you’d take such a compliment. You raised your brows, hiding a smile with twisted lips. “Y’know, in that ‘she’s yelling but I’m turned on’ kinda way?”

You laughed, a bright burst of sound that made Steve grin and you shook your head, “god, boy’s are easy, huh?”

“We’re mere creatures, honestly,” Steve smiled and he didn’t seem to care about his admittance. Or the fact you’d both promised not to talk about the fact you had slept with each other, ‘cause then he said: “M’sorry I couldn’t you know, be a… good horse to get back onto.”

Were you burning? You felt like you were burning. You felt like you were on fire. You squirmed, chugging down the rest of your sofa before answering. “Steve, no, don’t, it wasn’t— I was being dramatic— and a bitch—”

“Did you come?” 

You choked, face flushed and you wanted to placate him, ‘cause he’d fed you all day and you were in a pair of his too big socks ‘cause you’d complained about having cold feet but god, you couldn’t lie. 

“Jesus, blunt much?” You tried to stall but Steve narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Like you were aiming for soft and sweet this morning? C’mon, tell me the truth. Was I that bad? I can handle it.”

You chewed at your bottom lip, thinking carefully and you couldn’t help the breath of laughter that left you. “You can’t handle it,” you shrugged. “It’s okay though, no boy could. Your egos are too precious.”

“That’s not true,” Steve replied, and he nudged at your side, his hand grazing over the sort of your hip and you wanted to squirm. “Look at it this way, once the weather stops being so fucking dramatic, you’re gone, right?”

“Like the wind,” you nodded sagely. 

“So the chance of us seeing each other again, is like what, slim to none?”

“A zero,” you confirmed. 

Steve smiled and it was nice, pretty, a slow stretch that made him look like he was up to know good and it reminded you of the night before, after you’d shed your coat and clinked your beer against his, right before he’d kissed you against the kitchen counter. 

“So we’ve been given a rare opportunity here, sweetheart,” he sat up, gesturing between the two of you, his candy forgotten about. “Let’s get brutal. You tell me what I need to do to improve, you know, sexually, and I’ll hand out some pointers too.”

“Oh, I need pointers?” You laughed, humourless, eyebrows raised as you say up too, your head brushing the peak of the fort. Mirth glittered in the boy’s eyes and he shrugged, too causal.

“You think you’re some sort of sex god?” Steve grinned and you burned, embarrassed at his accusation.

“What? No! At least you got off!”

Steve sprang to his knees, victorious, a finger pointed accusingly at you. “Ha! See! You didn’t come, you totally faked it. You lying… liar.”

You rolled your eyes. “Mature.”

“Listen,” he took your hand, hesitant at first, but once you didn’t pull away, he tugged you a little closer, fingers tangling. “Hear me out. Don’t you wanna know? Like, a full Amazon style review of your sexual prowess. Cons, star rating, would I recommend you to a friend?”

You scoffed, unable to hold in your laughter, but you used your free hand to bat at his shoulder anyway. “You’re a pig,” you told him. 

“I know, you told me already,” Steve reminded you and he grinned, all boyish and teasing. Steve tan his thumb over your knuckles, fingertips scratching nicely against your palm. He was flirting. He was fucking flirting. “C’mon, tell me how to find some truffles.”

And that’s how you found yourself standing in front of him as he sat on his sofa, gaze focused on you as you paced in front of the TV. The snow was still falling outside, mounds of it climbing up the window as it settled on the sill, the whole world outside turning white. 

“Okay,” you clapped your hands together. “This would be so much easier if I had, like, a PowerPoint.”

Steve stared at you, deadpan. “You want ten minutes with my laptop?”

He was joking, but you hesitated. He said your name through a laugh, shaking his head. “No. You do not need a PowerPoint presentation, c’mon, lay it on me.”

You took a deep breath and started. 

“Right. So I didn’t actually have an orgasm last night and I know that hurts your male ego, but trust me, no one is more disappointed than me, okay?” You paused as Steve opened his mouth to retort but you interrupted with a sharp, “ah! Questions and comments at the end, please.”

Steve sunk back into the couch. 

“And it’s not because you were bad, alright? You were good! Like really good and it was pretty hot and honestly, I was close, like several times.” You stopped pacing to face him, head tilted to the side. “You remember what I said? What I might have told you that could have possibly helped you know that I was close?”

Steve sucked his teeth, bashful. “You might have said, ‘I’m close.’”

“Right! I did, didn’t I? And then you completely changed up what you were doing even though I very specifically said ‘don’t stop,’ so please, Steven, talk me through your thought process there.”

Steve gestured wildly to the air, at a loss. He shrugged, “ I dunno, I thought if I like, sped it up, or you know, did that little twisty thing with my fingers… kinda like a finishing move or something. WWE style, Tony Hawk Pro Skater, Mortal Kombat? You know— never mind. And don’t call me Steven, Jesus.”

“If a girl tells you she’s close, it’s because of what you’re currently doing. Like, exactly that,” you told him softly. “Don’t change it up, got it?”

Steve blinked as you stared at him, expression intense and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, yeah. Yes ma’am.”

“Oh! And if a girl is trying to help herself out with some hand action?” You gestured vaguely at your crotch, cheeks on fire. “It’s not a personal attack, okay? Sex is a… sex is a team effort, yeah? We’re simply trying to make everyone feel good.”

Steve nodded again, lips pursed. “Noted. Anything else?”

“Yes, actually,” you said primly, ignoring the way Steve smirked. “I don’t know which freshman dweeb managed to convince every male that spelling the alphabet with their tongue is a good idea, but it’s not, okay? It kinda makes me feel like you’re learning braille, and that’s not sexy. Apart from that, sex with you is perfectly nice.”

“You done?” Steve asked again but he was still smiling, his hands tapping at the back of the couch. 

You nodded, gaze lowered ‘cause you weren’t sure how you managed to say such things to a boy you barely knew but fuck, if it didn’t feel good. 

“Good, my turn. Take a seat, sweetheart, and get out your notepad.”

You scowled, shoulder brushing Steve’s as you swapped places, throwing yourself down into the sofa. He grinned as he took centre stage, immediately launching into a speech that honestly wasn’t as scathing as you were scared it was going to be. 

“Lights,” he announced. “What is it with girls and wanting to do it with the lights off? I’ve already seen you, I think you’re hot, I wanna see more.” Steve’s eyes lit up in excitement, enthusiasm evident. “Now I know, you had some real cute underwear under those jeans, okay? Something lacy, real sexy, I’m sure of it, but I didn’t get to see them!”

You laughed at his crestfallen expression, his pout. 

“And that whole thing,” the boy gestured to his clothes. “You switched off the light and stripped yourself like Houdini, zero appreciation for the art.”

“The art?” You snorted, eyes on Steve’s and suddenly the air shifted. You watched him shrug and swallow hard, throat bobbing and he didn’t bother hiding the way his gaze travelled down your body and back up again. “What art?”

“Y’know,” he shuffled a little nervously, cheeks pink again. He gestured towards the sofa. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he grinned at how you sounded so shocked. “C’mon, don’t act like you don’t know. You’re hot, sweetheart. Real pretty. Guys are nothin’ but visual creatures, right? You gotta give us something to work with. A little somethin’ like this—” Steve shimmied his hips, miming pulling his sweats down all slow, ass popped and knees bent. “— a little ass action, yeah?”

He grinned when you laughed loudly, eyes shining and your hand covering your mouth but it only encouraged him. “Right? You get it. A little over the shoulder look, bat those eyes. Did you drop something? Oh, yeah you did,” he smirked, smug and pleased with himself. “It was your panties.”

“You’re in the wrong job, Harrington. That was quite the show.”

Steve hummed, “yeah, but I can’t walk in heels, so,” he tsked and grinned. 

“Anything else to add?” You asked him. 

But the boy was already making his way back to the couch so he could settle next to you, a casual arm slung on the back cushions, his hand barely grazing your neck. “Nah, honestly, guys are pretty simple.”

You grinned, nodding. “Well,” you slapped softly at his thigh. “Thanks for your honesty.”

Steve cleared his throat and tried not to act like your hand on his leg was doing what it was doing for him. “Yeah, yeah, same. I, uh, I wish you’d told me last night, though.”

You gazed at him questioningly. 

“You know, that you didn’t finish.” Steve suddenly seemed shy, licking at his bottom lip and looking anywhere but your eyes. “I would’ve tried to, uh, make that happen for you.”

“Oh.” You were warmer than you had been all day. “I know. I should’ve said. That wasn’t fair.” It was hard to speak, your throat too tight, your voice breathy and losing that bossy tone it had had before. 

Steve finally lifted his gaze back to yours and suddenly, he seemed so much closer than before. He shifted, his hand touching your neck just briefly and you wondered if it was an accident. The forgotten TV timed out, blinked and settled back to black and Steve was multicoloured. The disco bowl still spun, lights shifting slowly over the boy’s skin, your hands in your lap, the cracks in the old walls. 

You watched him lick at his lips, mouth pinker than ever with the lights, lashes blinking as he seemed to mull something over in his head. Did he lean in? Or was that you? A shift, a pull, something that someone did that cause your shoulders to bump, your thigh to brush his. 

“I could try again,” he whispered. “If you want. For science.”

The disco light spun, colours changed and Steve’s eyes went from honey to amber to gold. He waited, patient, nervous. 

“Science?” You whispered and Steve nodded, gaze on your lips. 

“Yeah, we could test out those pointers, y’know? See if we actually did need a presentation, might’ve been better off with a diagram or something but hey, you never kn— mmph—”

Steve was cut off, your lips pressed to his, your hands on his cheeks. It was a little messy at first, off kilter and desperate, but you moved closer and let your lips brush over his, your breath a heavy fan over his mouth and chin. You let him chase you, silently checking that this is what he wanted to and your heart was ready to break out of your chest when his hand clutched at your hip and pulled you back. Fingertips travelled up your side, delicate, hesitant, but when they raked through your hair and grabbed at the back of your neck, Steve didn’t waste anymore time. 

He kissed you back, lips parting against yours, tongue sliding your own, nose pressed to your cheek. He took it slow, less ramped up and needy than the night before, ‘cause suddenly you were both gifted with all the time in the world. It was a push and pull, all soft presses of your lips on Steve’s, a slow tease, deep and languid. It was bone melting, a simmering heat, a new neediness that you hadn’t felt since the night before. 

You pulled back, lips already kiss swollen and pink, eyes a little glazed and you were pleased to see that Steve looked the same. You pressed a hand to his chest and sucked in the breath he’d stolen. “You’re good at that,” you told him, voice a little wrecked. “Mhmm, good kisser, zero complaints.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, pleased with himself. “Five out of five? You’d recommend me to a friend?”

You rolled your eyes and left his side, hauling yourself to your feet. “God, shut up, don’t make me change my mind.”

Steve raised his brows, watching as you backed away, fingers toying with the edge of your shirt. “Change your mind?” He asked a little hoarsely. “Change your mind about what?”

You shrugged, waiting until you were at his bedroom door before looking back, your chin pressed to your shoulder and your eyes on him. “Come find out.” 

You heard him swear softly under his breath, the scramble from the couch, the way his socks slid against the wooden floorboards. Steve was behind you in an instant, eyes heavy and pupils blown. You grinned as he backed himself clumsily to the bed, the backs of his knees hitting the mattress before he sat with a thump, never once letting his eyes leave you. 

“Take your shirt off,” you told him softly. “You kinda waited for me to undress you last night, which, I get the idea behind it but you’re a big boy, Steve, you can do it yourself.”

He merely nodded, stripping himself of his shirt before flinging it somewhere in his room, leaning back on his elbows as you grinned at him. You leaned over to the light switch, the harsh ceiling light clicking off and bathing you both in semi darkness, but before the boy could comment, you switched the bedside lamp on, a softer, warmer light illuminating the space and you. 

Steve smiled, nodding. “Compromise, I like it.”

“Right?” You said, “we listened, we took notes, we can do this.”

“We can totally do this,” Steve agreed, “it’s gonna— oh…” 

The boy trailed off as you lifted your shirt from your body, slow, enticing, movements measured and you tried not to let your breath shudder with nerves. But as more skin was revealed, the darker Steve’s gaze grew and you were urged on. The shirt hit the floor and your hands found your jeans, fingers toying with the button, the zip and imitating the move Steve had done in the living room, you smiled shyly and turned to the side, bending at the waist so you could slide the denim down over your thighs and knees. You stepped out of them and pulled off your socks too - Steve’s socks - finally showing off the pretty lace set that you had indeed picked out to wear for him. 

You let out the breath you’d been holding, watching Steve from under your lashes, enjoying the way he had fisted the sheets in his hands, how his eyes were flickering from your chest to your stomach to your ass to your legs, like he didn’t know where to look first. So you turned again, your back to him, grinning at the wall when he groaned lowly, and brought your hands to the clasp of your bra, undoing it and letting the lace fall to the floor too. It took a lot for you to bring your arms down from where they’d naturally crossed in front of your chest, but you let your hands soothe down your stomach until your thumbs hooked into the sides of your underwear and you let them drop down your legs too, a crush of black lace on his bedroom floor. 

Completely bare for him, you turned and met his gaze, releasing your bottom lip from where your teeth had pinched at it. “Did you mean something like that?” You asked quietly. 

Steve swallowed audibly, his breath coming out in a shaky huff as he nodded, his eyes glazed over as he stared. He kept nodding, eager, his messy hair falling into his face. “Yeah, yeah something like that,” he agreed. 

Your knees pressed into the bed as you joined him, squeaking when his hands spanned the side of your waist and pulled you to him. He kissed you like he did on his sofa, all encompassing, his tongue sliding perfectly over yours and you revelled in the way your body lit up for him, a live wire under his touch. 

“Wanna make you come,” Steve whispered between kisses and his words made you bite back a groan, “wanna make up for it.”

So you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak until Steve kissed his way down your neck, latching on to a particular spot that made you grab at his hair a little meanly. His lips took their time brushing across your chest, mouthing hotly at your skin, tongue sliding over a nipple, hands gliding over the parts of you he wasn’t kissing. And when he pressed his mouth to your navel, he looked up at you with an earnest expression, all boyish and with his hair falling into his eyes. 

“Can I use my mouth?” Steve asked, his lips already brushing over your hip bones, the soft pudge of your stomach. 

You whined, nodding, thankful you’d had the courage to ask the boy if you could use his shower after you’d eaten that morning and Steve revelled in the fact your skin smelled like him, his body wash, his shampoo. 

“Say it, sweetheart,” Steve murmured, already moving down to spread your legs, hands pushing at each thigh to make room for him to lie between. There was nothing to stop him from seeing every part of you, the soft light casting honey coloured shadows over your skin and it made you squirm. “C’mon, tell me.”

“Please,” you gasped out, blindly grasping for his hair to hold onto, keening when Steve brushed the tip of his nose against your folds, bumping clumsy over your clit. “Please, Steve.”

“How’d you want it?” He asked you quietly and you heard the nervousness there, the need to please you. Steve kissed at your inner thigh, sucked a small bruise there and smiled when your hips lifted from the bed. “You gotta tell me, sweetheart, I wanna do good. How’d you like it, huh?”

Dirty talk wasn’t your forte, never really had been. But Steve was looking at you so sincerely that you couldn’t say no. So you let your head fall back into his pillows and let your lashes flutter closed. “I— I like it soft, at first. Teasing. Like… like little kisses. Just to— oh, god.”

Steve had started doing as you asked, warm hands holding your thighs apart for him, spreading you open so he could press butterfly soft kisses over your cunt. He didn’t focus on one particular part, ghosting over your clit to warm you up, leaving you wanting more. He hummed when you cried out, thumbs stroking circles into your skin. His tongue stroked softly over you, kitten licks over your skin, dipping only once into your entrance, grazing over your clit and making you arch up. 

“Like that? Is that better?” Steve murmured. 

You nodded, still clutching at strands of his hair. “Yeah, like that,” you agreed and god, you didn’t sound like yourself. 

“Keep talkin,” he told you, chin ducking back down so he could taste you again, tongue a slow drag over you. 

“More,” you asked, voice high and needy, “please.”

“More what, sweetheart?” Steve was teasing now, he had to be, ‘cause his hands were holding down your hips so you would stop chasing his mouth and your chest was flushed, the same pretty heat crawling across your cheeks. “Told you, you gotta tell me.”

“Your tongue,” you managed to choke out, “keep it— keep it flat and just— oh, shit, Steve.”

The boy was a fast learner, doing exactly what you said as he kept his tongue soft and flat, dragging it slowly over your cunt, licking from your entrance to your clit. He brought his fingers to you, circled them teasingly until you whined and nodded, begging and babbling nonsense. Steve swore into you when you shuddered, two fingers sliding into you easily and he focused his tongue on your clit, keeping up that soft slide against it that you seemed to like best. 

“Oh, fuck,” you were panting, thighs hooked over his shoulders and Steve’s face pressed into you, groaning at the way you were grinding against him, fingers slipping deeper, hips lifting and pushing against his tongue. “Fuck, SteveSteveSteve, m’gonna come.” 

He didn’t do anything differently, he didn’t dare. Steve just moaned against you, hooked his fingers until you keened and let you ride his face, his tongue staying where it was until you were crying out, pulling on his hair, your thighs shuddering by his ears. He felt you clench down on his fingers, cunt a vice around them and he swore he almost came, his own hips rutting mindlessly against the mattress as you moaned out his name as you settled down. 

You were panting, eyes unfocused as Steve crawled back up your body, his lips shiny with you, his gaze looking just as fucked out as you felt and Jesus, he was painfully hard beneath his jeans. You scrambled for him, more keyed up than ever, ‘cause you’d never come like that before, not with someone else. One hand grabbed at his jaw, bringing him down for a kiss as you wrestled with his jeans, fumbling with the button until he broke away to strip them off for you. He looked elated when you chased after him, hands pushing and grabbing at his shoulders until you got him back on the bed, his head hitting the pillows with an ooof, before he pushed himself up on his elbows to watch. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Steve chanted, eyes fluttering and head rolling back when you wrapped a hand around his cock. You watched the way his jaw tensed, how his neck went taught. “I can’t believe m’sayin’ this but - oh Christ, fuck - I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You smiled and then pouted, crawling between the boy’s legs so you could pepper kisses across his stomach, the line of muscle leading to his hips, the dusting of light hair down his navel. 

“That’s no fun,” you commented mildly. “C’mon, Steve, have some self control, huh?”

And then you licked a stripe up the length of his cock, catching the underside of his tip with your tongue, unable to stop the grin on your lips when his hips bucked and he cried out. Your name hung in the air with some choice curse words, and you’d have been offended if he didn’t look the way he did. Wrecked, ruined, all messy haired and glossy lips, pupils blown wide for you. 

“Want me to stop?” You asked, slowly pumping him.He shook his head, lips parted, chest heaving. You smiled, saccharine sweet and you wondered when you’d last had this much fun in bed with someone. “Tell me when you do, ‘kay?”

Steve groaned his agreement, letting his head fall back and his fingers twist in your hair as you sunk your mouth back down on him, wanting to make him feel as good as he made you feel. You hadn’t done this last night, both of you too eager to get to the main event, but you took your time now, doing your best to take as much of him as you could, tongue sliding up and down his cock as you moved him to the back of your throat. 

Steve whined when he felt himself nudge there, his cock heavy on your tongue, his hand skimming over your cheek in a surprisingly intimate gesture, but then his thumb tugged at your bottom lip, ran itself across the way it was stretched out around him and it was dirty, it was sheer filth and you moaned around him at the feel of it. 

“Oh god, fucking— Jesus Christ, sweetheart, I can’t…” Steve tapped at your head, babbling, eyes panicked as he tried his best to keep his hips from lifting off of the bed and chasing your mouth. “M’gonna fuckin’ explode, you can’t—”

You pulled away, lips swollen and red, eyes a little wide at how affected he seemed to be but before you could ask if he was okay, Steve was pulling you onto his lap, arms wrapped tight around you. He kissed you harder than before, a desperate bite to it that you didn’t mind at all and you keened high when your cunt slid slick over his cock, nudging up against your still sensitive clit. 

“Good?” You asked, breathless between kisses, Steve’s face dipping so he could mouth along your jaw, the line of your throat. “Any— god, any notes?”

“None, fuck, no, no, none,” Steve rambled, losing all sense of restraint as he started to guide your hips over his, the length of his cock tucked hard between your slick folds, both of your crying out at the friction. “Ten out of ten, five stars,” he choked out. 

You huffed out a soft laugh, lashes fluttering as he nipped and sucked at your collarbone, your hands reaching to twist into his hair, holding him to your. “Would you… shit, Steve… would you recommend me to a friend?”

Steve wanted to growl. Mine mine mine mine mine. 

Instead, he laughed too, shaking his head as he moved his lips back to your neck, nosing over the soft skin, grazing the line of your jaw until he found your mouth again. He kissed you too sweetly, too lazily, for the way you were rocking over him, desperate to chase some sort of release again. 

“Nah,” he managed to answer, “they couldn’t handle you.”

You grinned, pleased with his answer, even if it was a lie. You kissed the boy, too wrapped up in the way he felt under you to call him out on it. Instead you let him run his hands down your back, fingers tripping up over the curves there, the arch of your back, the line of your waist. 

“And you can?” 

Steve pulled back, still so close, nose grazing your own and he hid his smile with a twist of his lips. He smirked instead, gaze lowered to look at your lips. He shrugged, too casual and said, “I’ll give it a good try.”

You knew from last night where Steve kept the condoms, leaning over him to rummage in his bedside drawer until you could rip open the foil packet and throw it somewhere for one of you to find later. The boy hissed when you rolled it on him, over sensitive already and god, your hands were shaking. He kneaded your hips with rough fingers, leaned back into the pillows and he was cast in the warm light, skin looking tanned and apricot under the glow. 

“Like this?” Steve murmured and everything turned a little softer, the air taught with something that hadn’t been there the night before, no cheap beer to dull the senses, the weed long worn off. “Or do you want something else? Just tell me,” Steve was gazing up at you, his words sticky in his throat and god, was he as nervous as you were? “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Like this,” you agreed, nodding and suddenly you were desperate to feel him.

 You knelt up, dipping the mattress on either side of him and Steve helped you move over him, fisting his cock and letting you sink down onto it, eyes clenching shut as you lowered. He was a tight fit, almost too big and Steve groaned as he slipped in, hands rubbing soothing at your hips until you’d taken him to the base. 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed out, chest heaving, jaw slack. “You feel so good, just— just gimme a minute.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, agreeing with everything Steve said, hands clutching at his wrists as he held you, ready to explode from the inside out, ‘cause you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. “Shit, s’good, I can’t—”

“Take your time,” Steve told you, gasping out when you rolled your hips, barely lifting yourself off of him but the way he nudged up against your walls had you crying out. “Fucking hell, that’s it, shit, baby, there you go.”

Baby. 

Different than sweetheart, better, warmer, holding less sarcasm, making you feel sticky sweet with it, his words cloying, his hands on your skin even more so. 

You were panting, skin slick, too warm despite the snow piling up higher and higher outside and the noises that fell from the back of your throat only seemed to spur Steve on. He was greedy with it, hyper focused on making you come again, ‘cause he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to go on without seeing you fall apart for him again. He liked the way his name sounded on your tongue, how you grabbed and scratched at him when you wanted more. 

He wanted it again and again and again—

“What d’you need?” Steve asked, voice cracking in the middle when he lifted his hips to meet yours. 

You cried out, eyes glassy, falling into him so you could wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest to his. “More,” you murmured back, “more of you.”

You didn’t know what that meant, and neither did Steve, not really but it made him smile because you were so past gone on him it wasn’t even funny. So you let him manhandle you, rolling you both until he had you pinned to the mattress and he hitched one leg over a forearm, holding you open so he could drive into you deeper. 

“Like that?” Steve asked and you nodded, fingers tripping down your skin until they landed in your clit and you rubbed circles there, clenching down on him when you hit that right spot. “Oh shit, oh shitshitshit, please tell me you’re close.”

Steve’s thrust started to stutter, his rhythm picking up as he slammed into you a little harder, a little deeper and your eyes shuttered closed as you got what you wanted. More of Steve. You nodded, mouth falling open, jaw slack and Steve used his free hand to run his palm up your body, pinching at a nipple before letting his fingers rest at the base of your throat as he fucked up into you. 

“Steve,” you gasped and he moaned back, a strangled sound that might’ve been your name too and he could feel you tightening around him again, just like you did around his fingers and then you were cursing into the dim of his bedroom, clutching tightly at the boy when he came too, arms shaking with the effort of holding himself over you until he buried his face into the crook of your neck and swore. 

“That— that was—”

You nodded, skin still tingling. “Yeah,” you croaked, “that was, yeah.”

“—so fuckin’ good.”

“So much better.”

“Holy shit, we’re good at that.”

“Insane.”

“There’s a lot to be said for listening in class, huh?”

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[littlxpxtal]

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 2.1K

Everywhere I go, I know that I don't wanna be

Part of something I won't ever need

Your socialized, romanticized life

November Cont.

“Rafe ‘m really not in the mood to play your games. I just had to break up a fight and my house is a fuckin’ mess.” I mumble before opening the downstairs door. I hear him following behind me down the stairs as I make my way to my room. I walk over to the patio doors, pulling the curtains closed.

“I didn’t say you could stay,” I say as I sit on my chair in front of my vanity starting to take my jewelry off. He makes himself at home on the edge of my bed picking up one of the stuffed animals nearest to him. 

“You need to lighten up,” he says, inspecting the stuffed cat with big blue eyes. 

I finish taking off my earrings and placing them onto the ceramic plate in front of me. I stand up and make my way over to him, ripping the stuffed animal out of his hands and tossing it to the other side of the bed.

He reaches out to grab my waist, pulling me in between his legs. I stumble forward, placing my hands on his chest, feeling his firm muscles under my hands. Warmth rushes through my legs and up my thighs at the sensation of his hands squeezing my sides and our close proximity. 

He plays with the crystal tassels on my dress, his hand creeping slowly underneath them.

“Rafe” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as his fingers graze the inside of my thigh.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, his other hand moving to grab my ass. I bite my bottom lip unsure of what my next response should be. I know sleeping with Rafe would be so wrong, but I would be lying to myself if I didn’t think he was the hottest guy in Kildare. 

I wouldn’t be the only girl to think so, and I wouldn’t be the only girl to fall for his tricks. 

“You’re just messin’ with me” I finally say through an exhale. My hands are still placed on his chest but I feel the urge to run them through his hair as he’s sitting before me. His bangs have fallen in front of his face and he looks up at me through his dark lashes. 

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and traces his fingers over my panty line, his other hand still firmly grasping my ass.

“I told you, you looked good didn’t I?” he asks. I try to read his face, to see if this is some kind of sick joke he’s trying to pull. I quickly glance behind me as if there’s someone with a camera hiding in my closet, ready to expose me.

“No one’s here,” he murmurs, pulling me closer so my stomach is pressed against his chest, My hands raise to his shoulders and I feel my breathing become heavy and rapid. 

“‘M so confused I thought you hated me?” I ask, trailing my fingers along his neck, still fighting the urge to touch his hair. He’s looking up at me intently, chin gently resting on my chest.

“I could never hate you,” he responds plainly. The silence between us lingers for a few seconds as I contemplate what my next move is.

“You act like it. You were just berating me like ten minutes ago” I decide to respond, curious as to what he could say next.

“Why don’t you let me show you how much I don’t hate you.” 

I decided I wasn’t going to let Rafe feel like he was in control of the situation. I swing my right leg around him, pushing him down onto my bed, my face hovering over his. His hands readjust on my hips pushing my crotch down against his, and I feel his hard bludge throbbing through his pants against the thin fabric of my dress.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, holding eye contact as his face remains unreadable. 

“Told you,” he whispers before reaching his face up to lock his lips with mine. His mouth is slightly parted and I glide my tongue over his. He groans in the kiss and bucks his hips against mine. My hand tangles into his hair, the other is pushing me up in support. His right hand releases from my hip and he reaches to pull my hair out of my face, clutching it into a fist behind my neck. 

Our lips move painfully slow against each other, and he pushes me by the neck deeper into the kiss.

My hands release from his hair and trail down to unbutton his shirt. When I get down to the last button he sits us up to pull it off his shoulders, flinging the shirt across the room. Our mouths still attached, he finds the zipper to my dress on the side and begins to unzip the fabric. 

“Every guy in Kildare was eye fucking you tonight.” he finally says, breaking our kiss.

“‘N I know all of them are having wet dreams tonight just hoping to get the chance to take this dress off of you.” I roll my eyes and pull myself off of him to let the rest of the dress slip down my body, leaving me in only white lace panties. 

“Lucky you,” I state, leaning over to unbutton his pants. He stands to let them fall to the ground, and grabs my body, pushing it down to the bed, and climbing on top of me. His hands are on the side of my head and he's hovering over my body, scanning me with his eyes up and down. He runs one hand down the side of my body and I feel myself tremble under his touch.

“Yea, lucky me,” he whispers before leaning down to attach his mouth to my right nipple.

“Fuck” I breathe out heavily, grasping his hair with both hands, letting a soft whimper fall from my lips in response to his mouth attacking my sensitive bud. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he attaches his mouth to my left nipple, using his free hand to fondle my right boob. His tongue laps over my nipple repeatedly and I squirm beneath him, reaching my hand down to feel his dick over his Polo boxers.

I gulp hard when I finally grasp his length, eyes squeezing shut just imagining what it would feel like inside. He had a thick girth, and I felt a slight curve towards the tip. My mouth began to water, and I heard myself panting beneath him. 

“Sure you don’t want me to stop?” he finally asks, his mouth skimming over my chest, up my neck and finally laying a wet kiss on my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I see him staring directly down at me. I shake my head and he tsks his tongue.

“Use your words,” he commands.

“No I don’t want you to stop.” I surprise myself at the authoritative tone. I see a flash of excitement in his eyes, the first emotion he's shown since he entered my room.

“Lets see whats under these pretty little panties.” he coos, pulling himself off of me, onto his knees at the edge of the bed. He pulls me down by my legs so they’re dangling over the edge. His hands creep up my legs and I try my best to hold still as he drags my underwear down my legs, flicking them to the side. He pushes open my legs with both hands, peppering kisses on the inside of my right thigh. His hair tickles me and I slightly fidget beneath him. His hands hold down my legs, forcing me to become still again.

He takes a hand to spread me open, the other still firmly gripped on my thigh.

“So fuckin’ pretty” he whispers, before dipping his tongue in between my folds. I let out a long sigh at the feeling of his tongue against such a sensitive part of my body. My back arches up from the bed and I reach down to place a hand in his hair. His tongue traces circles all around my pussy, licking up all of the juices from the stimulation he’s given me.

“Taste like heaven,” he mumbles against my skin, slowing his pace, dragging his tongue up and down, devouring me. Rafe flicks his tongue at my clit finally and I let out a deep moan, earning a chuckle from him. 

He runs a finger between my folds, teasing my entrance. His eyes finally flicker up to mine and I prop myself up on my elbows. He raises an eyebrow and I shake my head, yes, permitting him to do whatever he wants. He slides the finger in with ease and my head rolls back.

His mouth attaches to my clit and he forcefully sucks at it while pumping his index finger in and at at a constant pace. 

“Fuck Rafe” I gasp out. He slides a second finger inside, stretching me out. He curls the fingers up, hitting a spot that makes me embarrassingly whimper beneath him. His tongue flattens against my bud and he makes strokes up and down, fastening the pace of his fingers. 

He moans against my pussy, and I release a full-body tremble, his eyes flash up to me and I bite down on my bottom lip, holding in the moan I so desperately want to let out. 

“Let me hear you,” he says, breaking contact from my throbbing clit for a second, before dipping back in, keeping his eyes on me. I stare directly into his eyes and let out the most pathetic moan I’ve ever heard escape my lips. 

His eyes roll and for a second he loses pace with his fingers. After collecting himself again and getting back to work, I let whimpers fall from my mouth uncontrollably as I felt myself reaching my climax. 

My legs shake uncontrollably under his hold and I finally cry out

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Panting heavily I pull desperately at his hair with one hand, the other clawing at his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as I come undone on his face. He keeps the pace exactly where I need him as I ride out my high, moaning profanities out loud that in the morning I knew I would be embarrassed of him hearing. 

After a few moments of him cleaning me up with his tongue, his head pops up between my thighs, with a big smirk spread across his face.

“That was hot,” he says, using my thighs to help him push himself up. I lay there, deflated as a balloon, blissed out of my mind as he waltzed over to my bathroom to rinse off his hands and face. I watch him from the corner of my eye check himself out in the mirror and he finally strolls back over, leaning down to pick his pants up off the ground.

I stare at him, analyzing his next moves. He pulls his pants up over his boxers and scans the room for his shirt. I point in the direction of where he threw it, and finally sit up, pulling a throw blanket over my naked body.

“Are we not gonna…” I say, puzzled at him getting fully clothed again.

“Nah Top’s having an after and I said I would bring some of my stash” 

I try to not let disappointment fall on my face at the fact that he wasn’t actually going to fuck me. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll fuck somday.” he says smugly, buttoning up his shirt. I scoff and roll my eyes, walking over to my drawer with the blanket wrapped around me. I pull a large T-shirt out of the middle drawer and slide it over me.

“Says who?” I finally snap back, turning to look at him. He walks over, pressing me against my dresser. My body still shaking from the orgasm I just had. 

He stared deep into my eyes, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

“Something tells me you’ll be begging for it soon.” I roll my eyes again and push him away from me.

“Whatever” I finally say, sitting on my bed. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” I ask as he slips on his shoes.

“No, I’m not gonna tell anyone you just came all over my face.” he says, grinning from ear to ear. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” I say, throwing the same stuffed animal he was examining earlier at him. Unfortunately he catches it with ease and he chuckles, tossing it back onto the bed. 

“Happy Birthday Y/N. See ya in 3rd period!” he says chipperly, before exiting my patio doors.

I stare at the doors in disbelief. This was the most Rafe Cameron thing he’s ever done to me.

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[sonkitty]

The Sideburns Scheme Post #100

(For reference: The Sideburns Scheme)

Crowley, Good Omens 2, Episode 6, Every Day, partner

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I will be covering Maggie and Nina talking to Crowley, then the little bit that happens afterward before the argument scene of the bookshop.

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Sideburns Check

The sideburns are still a medium length.

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Brighter Red Streak Check

The more saturated red streak of hair can be found.

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Hairstyle Changes

The top hair looks to have smoothed some and rises up a little taller.

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Earthly Objects

(For reference: Earthly Objects)

Both Maggie and Nina touch the doorknob, the rug, and the steps into the bookshop.

Nina has a question and number with, "Where's the other one?"

Crowley is shown as having his feet crossed with his touch on the chair.

Both Maggie and Nina sit down on a couch. Each of them has some variation of a statement of place, which is often used as an extended form of Hello, but we seem a little past when a Hello should happen.

Nina points out, "You and your partner..."

Maggie claims they are not a game. They're real people.

Both of these characters are in a game as game pieces and not real people, but I guess that's a thing fictional characters do and say. The story is real enough to them.

Crowley has a question with, "Why are you telling me all this?"

Maggie says Aziraphale's "Mr. Fell" name.

Despite the weight of this conversation that Maggie and Nina want to have, neither one of them have any respect or care for using Crowley's name during this conversation. It might be that they can't, but we at least know for certain that they don't.

Crowley shifts his touch on the chair by crossing his legs.

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Time to pay attention to the pockets.

At the start of when Crowley appears on screen, his tassel tips are on his belt. Put another way, that's the thumb tips of his Tied Hands on his Belt Head.

In my looking to see if the Tied Hands retie, a clasp might be at an edge of the lapel when Crowley shifts to cross his legs differently. The face of Crowley's watch is visible. He has an extended index finger when pointing at them, talking about Maggie crying and Nina needed rescuing.

I can't seem to find any thumb joint alignments with the jacket edges though Crowley's right thumb tip does such a thing when he moves to shift how he crosses his legs.

Crowley doesn't seem to be making many pockets with his body. I can mainly find a couple involving his right arm and the rest of the body when he moves around in the chair.

His Belt Head is visible at the start of the scene and when he shifts how he crosses his legs.

I can't find any Overhead Lights for him.

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Story Commentary

In the part before cutting away to Aziraphale and the Metatron, I think this scene sucks.

The bookshop is closed. The door is not locked, but the bookshop is closed and has the sign saying so. Maggie and Nina show us that they do not care. They don't bother themselves with being invited. They don't even have the decency to knock, like Gabriel and Muriel did. They just let themselves in.

Based on what we've been shown of the story, they shouldn't do that because angels were on the verge of turning them into pillars of salt.

We have been given no indication that they know who is actually inside.

But they still go in, lacking basic human decency to a closed bookshop.

Receiving the news that Aziraphale is out and it's not a good time, they, again, show us they don't care. Nina says, "I wasn't asking. There are things you need to hear."

These two do not give a fuck about Crowley in this scene. They really don't.

I can understand the whole, "We're not a game," thing. Earthly Objects itself isn't exactly easy to find, play, or understand. It's a very interesting (but frustrating) part of a very strange story.

So, fine, okay, the sooner they tell the supernatural being to back off, the better and maybe that's their sense of urgency.

Up to that only though, in my opinion.

The part that really bothers me is mainly Maggie thinking she has any grasp of the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley.

Maggie and Crowley have barely spoken to each other the entire season.

Aziraphale never even mentions Crowley to Maggie in the two main conversations they have in Maggie's record shop.

We didn't see her invitation, so we don't know what she knows of the relationship in something that simple.

Her argument is that they don't talk to each other. Then when Crowley points out they've been talking for millions of years, her argument shifts to Crowley never says what he's really thinking.

Maggie has no way of knowing that because nothing in her or Crowley's characterization says she is familiar enough with the relationship to make that call.

Even if she did have some twisted way of having spied on Crowley and Aziraphale during the season, she'd still be wrong. Crowley was quite forthcoming in his thoughts about taking Gabriel in during episode 1. Before he had that argument, he was quick to ask about what the problem was because he knows Aziraphale's Something's Wrong voice. He said so himself. Crowley had his own special way of responding to the idea of loaning his car. He made his opinions known about Aziraphale making changes to his car while it was borrowed. And so on.

Nina says some notably wrong things too, but they are a little more understandable in the full context of the story given. I'm not bothered by them.

She says Crowley's the "can't trust anyone ever again" one.

That is emphatically untrue, but she's not around Crowley enough to know. Crowley does trust. He trusts Aziraphale. He developed a trust in Gabriel. I don't know why he seems to have such a deep trust in Muriel, but that's what I read from the Earthly Objects game and how the two interact overall. I am very curious about him and Muriel.

So, here we have two human beings understandably getting on Crowley's case for interfering with their lives. Then one of them proceeds to interfere with his life by giving him bad relationship advice on a subject she is very clearly very ignorant of. She does that while being either unwilling or unable to address him by name.

Oh, and how about how Maggie finishes it off by saying, "That was all we needed. It's what you two need as well."?

I don't know what story Maggie's reading or thinks she's in, but it's not the same one I'm reading about her. She and Nina have not gotten all they needed. Nina just recently said as much because she needs time to deal with her recently ended relationship. They aren't together. Upon Maggie insisting she'll be there when Nina's ready, Nina took no solace in that and told Maggie that wasn't helping. That signifies problems are already brewing between them.

Like I said, they have not gotten all they needed.

Her advice to Crowley isn't what he and Aziraphale need either.

Crowley and Aziraphale are two different people who love the world in their own separate ways, handle problems together and separately, and who love each other dearly. They are both supernatural beings who have a lot of experience she doesn't. They have a problem specific to their status of being an angel and a demon.

Not only are Crowley and Aziraphale together, they've been playing games this season where they have to work together separately in a story designed to pull them apart by its end.

I have my differences with The Magic Trick You Didn't See theory, but this scene is one where I mean that the idea of possibly intentionally bad writing resonates.

If I'm supposed to find Maggie endearing or this advice worthwhile, that didn't happen. She is clueless, and it shows.

And because I like Crowley and can head canon as I please, I'm going to take his reaction as more of him thinking if there's something more he wants to say before "it's too late," than any merit in anything Maggie actually says.

Despite all my complaining, something this conversation does accomplish is show that these two humans still see Crowley as human enough to think his relationship with Aziraphale is like a human partnership.

That could be why the left sideburn will shorten, even if these two humans probably don't think Crowley is actually human.

Moving onto what happens next...

The story cuts away to Aziraphale and the Metatron. Aziraphale's showing mixed emotions. He looks nervous, sounds flustered, looks happy, then looks nervous again.

In light of looking for a Metatron mistake, the Metatron could be messing up the shoulder-demon role because Aziraphale pulls away while humans end up visually pocketed between the two characters as Aziraphale keeps moving. I have not been going over the matter closely but keeping it in mind ever since engaging with this post about looking at the Metatron as the demon on the shoulder. Most shoulder-angel or shoulder-demon cuts keep other characters out of the pocket between the focused character and the shoulder character.

Another thing I notice with this particular cut is that three relevant humans to the door trickery coming up at the end of this episode pass by. All three are even among those who are my guesses for the magic words.

The woman wearing black, including a black hat, and carrying a bag is my guess for "dash of nutmeg". The guy in yellow and pocketing his hands with a dark gray vest is "banana." The woman with the orange jacket is "shoelace" (later). She doesn't show her shoes here.

To remind us that things are off with these background humans, Banana ends up passing by the bookshop front behind Aziraphale in the next cut.

In any case, Aziraphale makes his way back to the bookshop and shows us his doorknob touch for this episode.

Maggie and Nina are preparing to leave.

In the background, Crowley is shown standing with pocket touches. He's easy to miss and not clear, but from what can be seen, it looks to me like his left sideburn shortened to what is usually found around humans.

Something I certainly don't know and a question I have is if there is any benefit to him having short sideburns there. He should still be able to touch his pockets, and he's done with his silly face touches with the sunglasses. The humans were already able to find him as a demon in the bookshop, and no human is coming back in again for the rest of the episode. So, what does he get out of it, if anything? The sideburns are about to lengthen once the humans close the door.

Something else this glimpse of Crowley accomplishes is to make sure he's in the front bookend to the next Muriel scene.

This part of the episode also shows that Crowley fixed the broken window during his tidying process earlier.

Instead of Maggie or Nina stopping to say they wanted to talk to Aziraphale too, they keep moving. Maggie says they were just going. Nina says she's sure they have a lot to say.

So, again, the story shows us that Maggie and Nina do not actually give a fuck about talking to "them," the plural of Crowley and Aziraphale. They were here specifically to get to Crowley, whether they realize it or not.

Aziraphale smiles nervously as the others leave, closing the door behind them.

Maggie and Nina smile, and I'm generally annoyed with both of them.

Nina walks toward the coffee shop, and the Metatron vaguely follows. He stops and talks to Muriel.

Now onto my next guess for a Metatron mistake.

I've actually mentioned this potential mistake, without calling it that, as far back as Windows Part 2 of my posts.

A complex window scene requires three steps. The looker looks. The window sees. The looker is seen clearly behind the window with some of its window frame visible.

The Metatron looks, but we don't see what the window sees for his Earthly Objects play.

Okay, well, not every character tries for a complex window scene. Sometimes we don't get what "the window sees," which is supposed to be the camera telling us there's a window frame for the window.

But even if we don't get what the window saw, we get what the looker saw in some form because the camera and characters shift us forward to do that. For example, in episode 1, we don't see a complex window scene for Gabriel's arrival. We see Maggie and Nina exit the coffee shop amidst the commotion from other people in the street. They crossed a door threshold instead and give us information about what they saw in the story through their movement and dialogue. In episode 2, Maggie and Aziraphale look at Nina through a window. There's no window frame to indicate what the window saw, but we see Nina to confirm she is the subject they saw.

The Metatron's play does not do that here as the Final Fifteen starts. We will not see him again until he touches the doorknob of the bookshop again. He, as a character in the story, isn't confirming for us that he is indeed looking through a window and what he sees through that window. He never will. His dialogue will do the same thing with him asking, "How did he take it?"

Another factor is Muriel.

Muriel wears all white, and White keeps. That's not going to help with the window look. Muriel does at least two things that probably prevent the Metatron from taking advantage of their all-white attire. They keep their pocket chain hidden from the camera. They are holding a book where the cover is mostly black. Black blocks.

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That's it for this post. Sometimes I edit my posts, FYI.

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Main post:

The Sideburns Scheme

[bestiesenpai]

Finally writing for the prompt Walking into a flower shop and slamming down money on the counter, “How do i passively aggressively say fuck you in flower”

It was dark and macabre in the flower shop you'd walked into. It looked more like a gothic mansion than somewhere to get daffodils and lilies, but there they were in black vases atop matching black doilies. The rain beating against the window was a natural addition to the place you were in, it would be odd if the sun even dared to come out at a time like this.

There weren't only flowers in the shop, but a host of other odds and ends. Crystal balls and worn leather books, cobwebs that you weren't sure were for show or were truly real. Skeletons were used as decor, the bones of a corvid hanging above your head. With dark floorboards and nearly pitch-black floral wallpaper, the flower shop likened itself to a dungeon.

"Hello." The man behind the counter watched you with little interest, the mark across his face the only color against his staunchly pale skin. His fingers had several rings on each and there were silver bobby pins keeping back the hair that wasn't wrapped up in two messy buns.

"H-hi..." Too scared to make eye contact with him, your legs seemed to stop on their own atop a deep red oriental rug, it's tassels well worn and cared for. The man behind the counter didn't look at you any further, opting to go back to scribbling notes in a journal.

Just as you began to feel trapped in an awkward situation, the shutters on the windows banged loudly as the wind ripped through the air. Jumping to attention, you forced yourself to remember why you'd come here.

As the memories of what happened came back to you, your blood began to boil all over again. Fishing out the money from your pocket, you walked up to the counter with confidence.

"How do I passive aggressively say 'fuck you' in flower?" Not so gently slapping the money on the counter, you waited as the man looked between you and the money before letting out a huffing laugh.

"Who's it for?" He asked with a smirk, quickly tucking away his notebook into a drawer underneath the counter. Lacing his fingers together and resting his head on them, he leaned forward with rapt interest.

"An old boyfriend who thought he could have the last laugh." It made you want to vomit, the image of him with someone you used to call a friend burning in your mind.

"Oh do I have the thing for you." Sliding off his perch, the man quickly rounded the corner and began looking through all the flowers on display. "How long were you together?"

"Too long." You groaned, rolling your eyes at all the time you'd wasted with him.

"Did you love him?"

"Sadly."

"He allergic to anything?"

"Nope! As healthy as can be!"

"Damn." Snapping his fingers, the man tsked beneath his breath.

"I don't want to kill him!" You laughed breathlessly, watching him flutter about the shop. "Just...do you have any poison ivy or something?"

"Please, that stuff is childs play." Rolling his eyes, the man turned back to you with a few deep red dahlias in his hand. "Do you think he knows what nightshade looks like?"

"Look..." Trailing off, you realized you didn't know his name.

"Choso." He filled in the blank.

"Right, Choso. I don't want to do too much harm, okay? I want to inconvenience him, not send him to an early grave." As much as the thought was tempting in the moment, you had to keep a straight head.

"Fine." Rolling his eyes, Choso dropped his shoulders and stepped away from a display case you'd just now noticed had a 'poison' sign taped on it. "You're no fun."

"Maybe next time." Laughing at his overdramatics, you began to wander about in the store, trailing behind him as he picked up roses with large thorns and a few dried twigs. As you followed behind him, you noticed tattoos along his arms and peaking out from the collar of his shirt; many were flowers in black ink and others were of bees and snakes, small birds that you would find in a garden.

"Are you going to tell me your name or are you content with just staring at me?" He asked without looking at you. Now it was his turn to laugh as you quickly ducked your head away.

"It's (Y/N)." The answer rushed out of your mouth, a heat swiftly enveloping your cheeks.

"Well (Y/N)..." slowly turning around, Choso presented you with the bouquet of dry twigs, thorny roses and black dahlias. "How's this look?"

Looking it over, you thought about the previous topic of conversation, and a smile struggled to stay off your face.

"I know you said it was childs play, but do you really not have any poison ivy?" The smile broke through you, flashing your teeth and making you giggle at the mere prospect. Looking at you with his own smirk, Choso nodded to himself and took a few steps back, walking towards the counter.

"Follow me." He said, waiting for you at a backdoor. You didn't think twice about following him, and soon you were thrust into a different world entirely.

The room you entered was, immediately upon entering, smothering. It was instantly 10 degrees warmer and plenty more humid, with strange neon lights hanging above delicate looking plants in pots all around the room. Shutting the door behind you, Choso donned a pair of gloves and gestured to the room.

"Take your pick." His voice was far too casual, like you had any idea what you were looking at. Begin a slow walk around the room, you could see tiny signs positioned in the pots, giving away their names.

"Jimson weed. Queen Ann's lace. Cow parsnip." Reading the signs, it was astonishing that Choso had so many deadly plants. "Is it even legal to have all these?" Turning over your shoulder, you looked at him curiously.

"I'm a botanist!" He proclaimed, pretending to be offended. "I study these plants! They're certainly never used for anything nefarious!" Breaking out into a grin as he finished his sentence, Choso shook his head. "Ah, who am I kidding? Now, did you choose any?"

"Let's go with something simple, okay? Stinging nettle and hogweed sound good."

"Good choice." Throwing a quick thumbs up, Choso got to work plucking a few for the bouquet. Following him out, a shiver rippled up your back walking out of the makeshift greenhouse.

"So, how will it get to him?" You hadn't the slightest idea how one would deliver deadly flowers.

"Don't worry, I know a guy. Just write his address on the card and I'll take care of the rest. That ex of yours won't even know it's from you."

"Perfect." Eagerly scribbling down the address, you hoped his new girlfriend would be there as well so they could both suffer.

"Hey (Y/N)." Once everything was said and done, Choso pulled out another card, scribbling a slew of numbers on it. "If it's not too much trouble, text me after he get's them. I wanna know how much it hurts."

Immediately punching his number into your phone, you beamed at Choso.

"I'll do you one better, I'll come back and tell you in person."

Sticking his hand out, you and Choso exchanged a firm handshake, and neither of you let go.

"Deal."

[stoopid-turtle]

BTS in Order - May Pt 1

From bilibili here.

April bts timeline here.

5.1 ggdd post-time skip, cloud recesses after wwx stabbed. Lwj and wwx talking to lxc. Has widely seen clip of dd sweeping to the side with sleeve out.

- Also bed scene with wounded wwx and open shirt

- GG tells a bad joke - a pun based on LWJ's name

- Gg lists out food he'd like to eat while DD listens (alt 5.9)

- Dd has gg's flute and is pretending it's a sword to fight. Gg tries to get it back but then just joins in the fighting

- Includes DD pretending to slash gg's neck and gg acting appropriately

- Dd sticks his finger in the flute hole bc of course he does. He then flops flute around on his finger

- GG and dd sing together as LXC plays the xiao.

5.1 ggdd. lwj with hair down outside. Dd does lines from the dark knight

- Dd also does that arms out clapping thing at lhk and gg

- Gg later does it back to him. Then gg holds the flute out and DD tries to stick his finger in it

- (I think lhk tries to get DD to do the same with his flute, but DD is only interested in sticking his finger in gg's flute)

5.1 Gg only. Gg and lhk are playing some game with their hands out

5.1 ggdd. Yi City. Xue yang there.

5.2 gg only. With yb and jc after attack on lotus pier

- Gg only. At lotus pier after sunshot but before burial mounds

5.3 ggdd outside, yb in grass camo

- Dd outs gg as having eaten a chocolate bar. Gets hug

- Dd then starts plunging his sword in and out of its scabbard. Gg stops him and they giggle

- Clip where dd talks about how handsome Xue Yang is while GG rainbow farts about how perfect LWJ is.

- GG complains about how useless he is in the yi city action bit. DD says it's cute.

- Gg getting makeup touched up while DD sits next to him and plays with tassel. Gg shifts to sit closer to DD. (Possibly the bts camera operator asked him to to more easily get them in same frame)

- Dd wire work. When he's pulled away to work solo, gg says he'll see him later

- gg on lil apple with branch

- dd fight with xue yang. Has several attempts at back flip on wire

- gg in crowd of juniors reacting to something.

- Juniors and DD at uncle's bedside

5.4 ggdd with yubin in a forest post-timeskip. Gg does the cute little dance that dd does in produce 101 to tease him.

- Gg shows yb and DD something on his phone

- Dd fumbles around in sleeve to pull out something for gg. Gg doesn't notice. (He just shows a closed fist and keeps trying to get gg's attention, but gg's paying attention to his phone)

- Dd yawns and stretches and casually rests arm on gg's shoulder. V smooth.

- Ggdd extended discussion with fight coordinator? They keep doing some lean back motion.

- Ggdd chatting (yb there too). Dd wanders off camera and gg starts to follow him but director stops him because he's needed for the scene

- GGdd sit with yb. DD praises gg's singing voice as sweet. GG says not as sweet as dd's, then does the cute kicky steps from dd's dance. DD ignores this and calls gg's voice super alluring and flirty.

- This has a scene where I've seen some say DD is getting jealous at yb for teasingly flirting with gg.

- Throughout the day, gg mentions that he had spicy hot pot and that it made his mouth swollen

- In burial mounds cave. Same setting and costume. Dd just rests hand on gg's shoulder. Makes massaging motions on his neck with his fingers

- Also in cave with a bunch of juniors. Gg pokes DD's nipple with his flute. Dd reciprocates with bichen.

- Gg laughing with juniors. Dd just straight up resting on gg's shoulder, pose casual and head down

- This may (possibly, maybe) the day with the clip of gg saying "delete it" to a WQ bunny scene.

5.5 dd post-timeskip Outside burial mounds cave. Big clan gathering. (Looks like gg's there but it's a body double)

5.5 gg and jyl w bunnies in cloud recess costume

- post-timeskip gg spotting bunnies at cloud recesses

5.5 ggdd. Gg in mask twirling flute. dd getting makeup touched up. Beckons gg over to brush a hair from his face. Or something? After, gg makes a face and points at the camera.

- Gg starts dancing at dd

5.5 DD goofing around with guqin. Gg lounging in bed across the room. Filming all the soft Jingshi scenes, including porch snow bit V important DD+bunny clips

- DD tries to snuff out candle with arm chop

- DD notes that gg's body double looks like him from the back. GG says to choose him, then, but DD says no, he chose GG.

- GG calls DD gouzaizai when DD refuses to give back to bamboo flute

- GG says to camera that he envies dd for being able to stay up late. Then he acts like he got caught saying something he shouldn't have.

- DD asks why wwx wears black if he's with the jiangs. Gg asks DD how he's so handsome. Then they list out lwj's names. They're shooting the shit about their characters.

- Dd leans on gg's shoulder again

5.6 DD only in burial mounds with all clans. Wire work.

- HIS WIG IS OFF AND HIS HAIR IS MUSSED AND SWEATY AND HE'S LOVELY

5.6 gg only. With xl showing him how to dance.

- Also scene with xl yb and jc. After attack on lotus pier.

- Also scene with gg and wq. They also do a little dance together.

5.7 gg xl and jc, inside, after attack on lotus pier

5.7 DD only. LWJ's last stand at the burial mound

5.7 ggdd. Close up, both getting makeup touched up.

- Post-timeskip. Outside. DD has tissue. They bicker about gg's age and then shake hands.

- Dd joins the angry mob against wwx in burial mounds. GG asks if they can replace DD. The director says that DD has already charmed everybody. GG then says (a couple times) that DD is handsome.

- Gg and DD watch something on gg's phone. Dd wanders off. Then gg reacts and rushes to grab DD and pull him back to the phone. They turn away from the camera to huddle over the phone.

- DD helps gg practice for dance. Dd fireball.

5.8 DD only. Changes into hoodie and jiejie starts to remove wig

- DD in yi city with Song Lan

- Includes shot where dd takes off his shirt to change into a hoodie.

5.9 ggdd xue yang yi city fights

- gg only. In the wen dungeon. GG and director talk about a line that is cut that was related to the WQ/WWX storyline. GG and the Dir confirmed that they canceled it.

- DD only w jl, jc, and jin ling. Burial mounds scene. JL mouths "I love you" to DD. DD does the "watching you" gesture while also saying "silencing spell".

5.9 ggdd burial mounds cave post-timeskip. Big clan gathering. Ggdd go over script together

- gg showing off how many lines he has to memorize. he has some trouble getting his lines in this scene.

- While gg is getting oriented to scene, dd puts sword to JL's throat. JL praises him.

- GG asks dd when he's leaving. DD pointedly looks at camera, then they both turn away and gg covers his mic.

5.10 gg only. With jc, wq, and yl. After lotus pier attack

5.11 gg only with yubin. Cloud recesses costume. Outside near waterfall GG and yb goof around about WQ falling from top of waterfall.

- GG does the cute bunny ears between takes

- Gg trying to catch fish. Eventually w jl

5.12 gg only in mask with juniors. They have a wooden platform so gg can do a floaty spin while playing flute.

- Jc and gg practicing scene with gg in blue button down that says XLARGE

- Clip of gg tied up and fishing his beloved fan from within his robes

5.13 gg playing bamboo flute next to someone with a guqin that's not dd

- Gg outside in empty town putting mask on

5.14 gg only. Running from dog in town.

5.15 ggdd post-timeskip.

- Inside. DD teaches gg how to swear in Korean. GG says as such to the camera and DD protests. GG responds, "Hey, what's up man." in English

- DD notes that gg is sitting with his legs primly together and says "So girly"

- the scene where lwj makes the bamboo flute for wwx

[akumanie]

Chapter 9: Seven hundred and eighteen times

Author: Alice O'Really

***

"What are you doing here, Harry?" Myrtle whined in her high voice.

"I'm thinking," he muttered.

"What are you thinking about, Harry? Is it death?" She reached out to him eagerly. "I think about death quite often, Harry." She took one of her long braids in her fingers and played thoughtfully with the tassel of hair.

"Me too," Harry said.

"Death is strange," the girl whispered. "Sometimes I'm very sad about it."

"I'm sorry, Myrtle," Harry said softly. "... Doesn't it hurt to crawl through the pipes like that?"

Her pigtailed head shook violently.

"It's not fair, Harry. I would like the pain back. How come everyone can feel it and I can't?"

Harry looked at her, confused.

"The world is a very strange place," he muttered, more to himself.

"Do you know what I do when I'm sad?" The girl raised her head eagerly, eyes sparkling. "Do you want to see it? I'll show you, Harry."

"All right," he agreed cautiously.

The girl flew down, hanging in the air just a few steps away, a little translucent and jagged. And then tendrils emerged from her body, matte black like the tentacles of a dazed water monster. They rippled slowly around her; three, four, five tendrils.

"That's my sadness, Harry. Do you want to touch it?"

He didn't want to. But he also didn't want to offend her. So he overcame it, touching one of the tentacles carefully with his fingers.

It was freezing. It filled his insides with starving emptiness.

He quickly withdrew his hand.

"I'm really sorry you're so sad," he said sympathetically.

"Do you think I'm sad?" Myrtle reached out, her face turning with enthusiasm.

"Yes," he agreed, forcing himself not to dodge, "I think you're very sad."

"Wow, Harry… " Myrtle breathed out. "Thank you."

***

You can read chapter one here:

[adelha-mathilde]

Very Unexpected (Trigun Sanctuary AU) fic

content: Wolfwood is not dealing with the change of scenery well. So he goes to find Adelha and demand a few things. But he finds that his hostess is not in her usual look. Established relationships. Grumpy Wolfwood. Talk of insecurities and trauma. Vash is there to mediate. Art used is by sandara.

Wolfwood was about ready to lose his mind. Being in this new world where there was tons of green and water and noise. It set him on edge. He wasn't used to all the animals making their various chirping or rustling or squeaking. Or having to deal with all the insects. Add in he hadn't had a cigarette in weeks, and he was about to murder something. So Wolfwood grabbed his shoes and headed out of Adelha's cozy cabin to march out and find her. With the intention of giving her a few comments and cuss words.

The path was easy to follow around to the secluded fresh water pond that tended to act as a drinking water source for both the animals and the Fae who lived here. The island sanctuary holding tons of rivers and ponds to also be surrounded by the ocean. This pond in particular was the kind that acted more like a swimming pool. Since there were lounge chairs and a little camping area close by the water. Wolfwood guessed this was where Adelha would be. Since he could hear Wesson barking. But the one playing with the puppy was Vash. His smile bright as he tugged on a worn out sock for Wesson to try and pilfer. Vash had skipped putting on a shirt today. All his scars out in full view as the blonde grinned down at the playful puppy. Which just had Wolfwood frown. His reaction being one of mixed emotions. The old Vash would never have showed all his scars out in the open. Yet here he was not caring one bit.

Wolfwood stomped up for Vash to look up and blink. The blonde losing his smile as Wesson moved to hide behind Vash and try chewing on his pant leg. So Vash scooped the puppy up as Wolfwood openly growled. "Where is she? I want to have words with her and sort things out." Vash frowned to then shake his head and look rather sad. his words hinting at his worry. "Nick. We both know she can't just snap her fingers and send us back home. Especially when traveling to other world is a highly guarded advanced form of ancient magic. So you shouldn't push the matter." Wolfwood ran a hand through his hair to huff and fume out loud despite the sense Vash was making. "I don't care! This feels like she's just brushing us aside to leave us hanging! I want to actually have a long conversation over this! Not get told it's classified and get shooed away like a toddler or idiot! What about the orphanage?! What about the people who have zero idea where we went?!" Vash flinches to hug Wesson close and look very hurt at Wolfwood's insinuation. "You think I don't think about that, too? As far as we might know, anyone who knows us may believe we died. I hate the very idea of letting the people who care about us grieve for us. But we don't have any real way of going back that we know won't get us killed. So be patient."

Wolfwood throws his hands up and open shouts, "I tried that! It's obviously not working for me! So please tell me where Adleha is so I can have her say the exact same things! But with a ton more detail!" Vash hesitates on that to then glance over at the fresh water pond that might as well be a deluxe swimming pool. His sigh heavy for him to set Wesson down in a big caged play pen. The puppy soon rolling about with a squeaking chew toy as Vash gets on his feet. "She's soaking in her source of life. The Fae that are of her particular Water Dragon lineage have to return to the water every three or five days. As well as... Well... How to put this..." Wolfwood raises an eyebrow as Vash rubs the back of his neck to sigh again. Soon turning to walk over and reach out for a tied tassel line that leads right into the water. Vash gives the tassel three tugs for lights to flicker under the water. Wolfwood looking confused as Vash sits himself down so his legs are in the water. The blonde saying, "Maybe it's better for you to see for yourself and not have me spoil things. Just be respectful, okay?"

It only takes a minute for bubbles to roil along the water. then a creature emerges from the water for Wolfwood to go slack jawed. Since the creature is an actual dragon. One with white scales with blue undertones and elegant antlers. A slender neck followed by a lithe frame. It wasn't a big dragon. More the size of a tiger or lion. Yet it was obvious this creature was powerful and fast. Wolfwood actually tumbled back to land on his ass and stare as this gorgeous and deadly creature fully emerged from the water. A tail that was extra long and held wisps of fog in places for Vash to openly grin. The blonde saying with warm amusement to Wolfwood, "I toppled over the first time I saw Delly like this, too. She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Wolfwood blinks a few times as the dragon gives a long sigh of air that comes out more like a rumble. That long tail moving to dip into the play pen for Wesson to yip and lick the tail with happy abandon. Wolfwood finally regaining his voice to say, "More like highly intimidating. If she was any bigger I'd be sprinting for the hills for my life."

Vash openly laughs as the dragon turns her head to study Wolfwood with those striking blue eyes. Another rumble escaping before she speaks. Yet the tone is very different from Adelha's usual lilted notations. Instead, her voice is richer and hold a slight reverberation. "Please. I am tiny compared to other dragons. Apologies for the startle, Nicholas. But it takes me a moment and a lot of magic to shift forms. As such, I would ask we speak right away." Wolfwood shook his head a few times to then tisk and nod his head. A huff of air coming out before he says anything. "Sweet Lord. If I had known you were currently- I mean- I was expecting to rant and fume at the lady hostess that might as well be a saint. Not be talking to a creature that looks like they could instantly smush me."

Wolfwood grunts as Adelha takes her tail to every so gently tap him on the top of the head. her purr making the air vibrate for Wolfwood to get the feeling she is laughing at him. Soft and warm words confirming such. "Silly man. I bet you were all eager to bellow and rage like a Kodiak bear at me so as to get all your emotions out of your system. Not the most healthy way to deal with such. But one I am very familiar with. I used to do the exact same thing." Wolfwood looks very surprised to instant ask, "Seriously? You? Losing your temper? Since when would you do that?" Adelha purrs again to settle herself down and scoop Wesson out of the play pen with her tail. The puppy soon charging off to try and climb the dragon like a jungle gym. While the dragon simply muses aloud. "Not but a few decades ago. I was still considered to be young and far too passionate for my own good. Many a times my guardian and teacher would have to take me outside for sword practice. just so that I wouldn't be able to go charging off to break whatever fool decided to rile me up. Claude learned the hard way early on that just trying to sit on me until I calmed down would mean I let my anger loose on him in all my fury. Which he found amusing after the first time I exploded on him to chase him around the mountains for a day."

Vash openly laughs at the mental image for Wolfwood to feel himself smile. So he scoots himself closer to carefully lay a hand on Adelha's head. Giving the most gentle rubs to those antlers for the dragon to close her eyes and sigh. A trill escaping her throat as Wolfwood feels his anger all but wash out of him. "Must have been quite the day. Okay. I get it. You really aren't trying to treat us with kid gloves when it comes to getting us back home. It's not because we're ignorant or stupid and totally out of our depth." Adelha purrs to lean into those gentle pats to confirm Wolfwoo'ds words. "Far from it. The ancient and potent art of cosmic travel is one that the elders guard quite fiercely. For many reasons including the dangers trying and failing may lead to. By the usual rules and guidelines of the magic community, such arts are not open to study until one either reaches a certain age or shows extreme potential in their spell craft." Wolfwood asks after a second, "How old is the minimum requirement?" Adelha answers with, "For humans it is fifty years of age or study. For the Fae with longer lives and slower development it is one hundred and sixty years." Wolfwood goes bug eyed to then whistle. "Shoo. That's a good chunk of time." Vash nods as Adelha grumps a little at this point. "The only member of the Currier clan who qualifies in such teachings is my adopted father figure. But Eugene is not proficient in his spell crafting of that nature. He is pursuing the road to study and learn what he may. But we won't here anything concrete for at least five years. I already reached out to several more ancient Fae that hint at having mastered such spell craft. But that means bartering with literal powers of old deity status."

Wolfwood grumbles a cuss word out to actually flop over and lay against Adelha's scaled frame. Soon giving a huff when Wesson decides to land on Wolfwood's chest and give him face licks. So Wolfwood pets the happy puppy for Vash to walk over and sit next to them. The blonde leaning on Adelha's other side to sound patient and accepting. "Well. At least we know we have options. And that said options are being pursued. But until you hear anything from anyone on the matter, I say we just enjoy the day to day. So then. What should we think about making for supper?" Adelha chuckles when Wolfwood instantly exclaims out loud, "Pasta! With lots of meat!"

[jjungkookislife]

Envolver Ch. 2

ღ pairing: namseok x f. reader

ღ genre: fwb to lovers, polyam au, smut [18+]

ღ summary: As the Western theme continues at the bar Saturday night, you find yourself just as enthralled by Namjoon and Hoseok.

ღ wc: 3.7k

ღ warnings: alcohol mention/use, flirting, exhibitionism (?) fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, oral sex (f. and m. giving and receiving), marking (hickeys, bruises, scratches), biting, cum play, rimming, threesome, unprotected sex (vaginal and anal), degradation, praise, creampies, mention of birth control, mention of impreg kink, cum eating, multiple orgasms, double penetration

ღ mdni banner and thin banner by @benkeibear

ღ date: March 3, 2024

Yoongi pressed you against the wall beside the front door of the home he shared with his boyfriends. 

His lips moved with yours in perfect harmony, your soft moans muffled by his tongue as it met yours. Your hands rest on his shoulders, nails digging into them when he bites your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Are you sure you have to go?” He asks one more time as your fingers lace with his. 

“I do. I need to change before tonight, and I have a few errands to run that can’t wait any longer,” you explain. 

Yoongi frowns before sighing heavily. 

“I wish you’d just move in with us,” he pouts. 

You giggle, shaking your head. “We’d never leave the bed, Yoon.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he smirks, dodging the light smack you aimed his way. 

“I’m just saying.”

“I’m just saying,” you mock, sticking your tongue out at him before turning to grab your purse off the coat rack. You make sure your phone and wallet are in there before you kiss Yoongi one more time on the lips. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” you promise as you head out the door with one last wave. 

Hoseok waits for you in his car, ready to drop you off at your apartment.  

You didn’t have any errands to run, but you knew Yoongi and your other companions wouldn’t let you leave otherwise. You didn’t mind it though, not really. 

You liked being around all of them. You had relationships with each of them just as they did with each other. The eight of you toed the line between couple and kinda, sorta, just friends. 

Who were you kidding?

You all were heading to Couple Town but we’re too scared to make the first move. Perhaps if you all sat down and had “The Talk”, you’d feel more at ease but just thinking about it made your tummy flip and not in a good way. 

Hoseok wonders what you’re thinking about so hard in the passenger seat. Your brows are furrowed and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you stare blankly at the road ahead. 

“You’re still coming tonight?” He asks as he comes to a full stop at a red light. 

“Of course,” you answer with a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Gonna wear another pair of assless chaps?”

Hoseok cackles, shaking his head as he slowly accelerates when the light turns green. 

“Unfortunately that was a one-time thing but our outfits tonight are just as glamourous… or should I say scandalous?”

“Ooh, then I will definitely be there tonight,” you giggle as you look out the window as the familiar homes of your neighborhood appear. 

Tonight would probably be just as rowdy as the previous night, if not more due to it being Saturday night. 

You better dress to the nines to blow your almost boyfriends away.

Music pounds in your ears the moment you step inside the building. 

Your eyes immediately roam to the bar as you push past the crowd, muttering apologies before curse words. 

Psy spots you and waves you over, giving you a side hug before waving at a server to bring you the usual. 

“Crowded tonight,” you comment as people squeeze by you and you wonder if you’re within the fire code limit. 

“This Western theme is a hit,” Psy nods as he spins around showing you his extravagant getup. This one is a burnt orange with tassels covered in brown glitter that matches his cowboy boots. “Don’t I look marvelous?”

“You do,” you agree with a genuine smile as your drink arrives. 

“I’m thinking of doing Halloween costumes for this year. Maybe have the patrons dress up and have a costume contest. What do you think?” Psy asks, genuinely wanting your input. 

“Would I get to choose the winner?” You pout and Psy rolls his eyes playfully. 

“Of course, who else?” Psy laughs as he raises his drink, clinking it with yours before he’s called away by a staff member. 

You sip your drink at the table Psy occupied and you watch as your men get on the bar. 

Fuck, you knew their outfits would be hot just like yesterday but you weren’t sure where to look. 

Namjoon was clad in a hot pink outfit with the sleeves cut off and a pink cowboy hat on his head. The buckle was sparkly as the lights reflected off it and he shook his ass in those jeans. 

Wow!

Beside him, Hoseok is in a silver outfit with the tassels moving with him. The pants cling to his delicious thighs and he uses his hat to hide his eyes, swinging his hips from side to side as the crowd screams his name. Hoseok chuckles, taking the hat off and pressing it to his chest as he and Namjoon shake their ass to the song. 

You’re not even sure what the song is about as they smile brightly, flexing their arms and shaking their hips as the song nears its end. 

“Got you drooling already, love?” Seokjin asks as he walks up behind you. 

“Uh…” you tear your eyes away from Namjoon long enough to acknowledge Seokjin, who chuckles and has you face the bar. 

Hoseok bows as the song ends and Namjoon hops off the bar to collect the tips while Hoseok makes a few drinks, flirting with a few customers who are eager to place tips in the pocket of his shirt or the back pocket of his pants. 

A little taste for the fans is what he usually says but you don’t care because all those tips are spent on you and your almost boyfriends. 

“Jin!” the server calls from the bar, waving him over to help with the growing crowd of parched customers.

“Duty calls, baby,” Seokjin kisses you hastily as he parts the crowd with his wide shoulders. You nearly drool over them, wishing you could take him to the locker room again.

You fix your skirt, adjusting your cowboy hat right after. Jungkook was beaming from behind the bar when he spotted his hat on your head. 

The seven men get onto the bar as their dance number begins. You’re not sure who to watch, Yoongi draws your attention when he winks but soon, he, Seokjin, Jungkook, and Taehyung face the liquor bottles on the wall while Hoseok, Jimin, and Namjoon face the crowd as they shake their hips and turn so their boyfriends can do the same.

Boots stomp on the bar as they continue to dance and you’re drawn to Namjoon’s pink outfit, nearly drooling at how his arms shine. He must have oiled them in between performances.

Hoseok garners your attention next as he slowly unbuttons his shirt a few buttons, smirking when he stops and the crowd goes “Awwww!”

The song winds down, everyone gets off the bar except Hoseok and Namjoon. Their boots stomp in sync as they hit their ending pose and rip their shirts open.

Buttons fly into the crowd and the men take the scraps of their shirts off, waving them in the air before they bow.

“Thank y’all!” Namjoon grins as he steps off the bar with Hoseok right behind him.

You chug your drink, using the sticky ice to rub on your neck in poor hopes of it cooling you down.

It doesn’t.

“You look like you’re about to cream your panties,” Yoongi chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shut up,” you hiss, elbowing him in the ribs.

“Oh, Darling, I’m hurt,” he places a hand over his chest and you roll your eyes. “But I know I’m right about the panties.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” you tease.

Yoongi’s gaze darkens as his arm moves to wrap around your waist. He leans in close to whisper in your ear, “Don’t fucking tempt me. I’ll have you bent over this table faster than you can blink.”

You moan, turning into his chest to hide your face.

You feel the rumble of his chest as he laughs. “Aw, poor baby is shy?”

“Shut up,” you whine into his shirt.

“Shut up this, shut up that. You’re acting like a damn brat. Is that how you talk to me?” 

“No,” you pout, thighs pressing together as Yoongi uses his body to cover you from the side as his fingers dip under your skirt, pushing your thong aside.

“Yoongi!” you gasp, hoping nobody is paying attention to the two of you. Yoongi would never allow a stranger to get a glimpse of what’s his.

“Keep being mouthy, baby, and I’ll have you gushing right where you stand,” Yoongi threatened deliciously as he rubs your clit in slow, tantalizing circles before he put his wet fingers in his mouth. 

“Well, fuck,” Seokjin states as he approaches. “Looks like I missed a show.”

“Why don’t you slide your hand under her skirt and find out,” Yoongi smirks as Seokjin laughs. 

“I would, but we’re doing our last number. Bodyguard let too many people in and we have to close for the night.” Seokjin explains with a sigh.

“Fuck, really?” Yoongi asks as he goes to Seokjin, your explicit fun is coming to an unfortunate end.

“Yeah,” Seokjin grunts. “The only reason we can finish is because the Chief’s wife begged him.”

You bust out laughing, shaking your head. “She knows a good show when she sees one.”

“Then let’s give her and the Chief a hell of a show,” Yoongi grins as he leaves with Seokjin on his trail.

You watch from your seat as Psy announces their early closing, nodding with the disappointed shouts. 

“We’ll be back tomorrow night to conclude our Western show! Thanks for coming!” Psy waves and leaves. There’s no need for him to stick around, he knows one of your boyfriends will close up.

As the men take the stage for the last time tonight, you note Hoseok and Namjoon are shirtless. You gape at them as the crowd notices them as well. 

You’re sure Namjoon’s the reason for it. This wasn’t the first time he ripped his shirt off without a backup.

Gyrating, hip thrusting, and every ungodly dance move you can imagine takes place on that sinful bar as the music pumps and the cheers of the drunk, horny crowd fill the building.

It takes almost twenty minutes for the bar to clear out and another forty for your boyfriends to finish cleaning up.

“We’ll catch up with y’all,” Namjoon says as he pours a drink for himself and Hoseok. “Gotta wash these.”

“I’ll help,” you volunteer as the men kiss you goodnight.

“Be a good girl,” Yoongi warns as he kisses your lips. “I’ll turn the cameras off at home.”

“Thank you, baby,” you kiss him one more time before he goes to Namjoon and Hoseok. The three kiss before Yoongi wraps his arm around Jimin to lead him out to the parking lot.

Once they’re gone, you approach Namjoon as he takes his shot. He downs it easily before you kiss him to get a taste.

Hoseok takes Joon’s empty shot glass to wash with his own as your hands roam over Namjoon’s broad, sweaty chest. He’s built like the man of your dreams. So buff, so big, so muscly. It makes you nearly drool all over yourself, which Namjoon seems to enjoy as his tongue weaves with yours.

Soon, you’re placed on the bar with your legs spread open with him slotted in between. 

“Damn, Joon. Leave some for me,” Hoseok teases with a smug smile as he approaches Joon’s right. 

Four hands are on your thighs and two pairs of lips are on you.

“Fuck,” you can’t think straight as Joon’s hands grip your thighs as he opens your legs further. He tugs your thong down, nearly tearing it into pieces as he removes it from your body.

Hoseok works on your shirt, pulling it over your head with your help. He does quick work of your bra, cursing and licking his lips when your tits bounce freely.

It’s not long before Namjoon is buried between your thighs, his tongue flat as he licks your wet folds. He teases your clit with his tongue, gripping your thighs in his massive hands to keep you still as Hoseok kisses you, gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth before kissing down your chest to take a tit in his mouth.

Their names escape your lips, body arching as one hand grips a handful of Hoseok’s hair and the other twines in Namjoon’s thick locks.

“Fuck, please,” you’re unsure of what you’re asking for but the pleasure builds inside you like a flame ready to consume every morsel of your body.

It’s Namjoon who helps you off the bar, lifting your jean skirt over your ass. 

“Fuck, look at that ass,” Namjoon murmurs more to himself than Hoseok. 

“Fuck, missed having her riding my cock.” Hoseok comments as he spanks you just to watch your cheek jiggle.

Namjoon groans as Hoseok does it again. He wants to sink his teeth into the flesh and leave his mark as a reminder every time you sit. 

Hoseok goes around the bar, climbing on. He’s nude, his erection resting heavily in his hand as he strokes himself while Namjoon finger fucks your pretty cunt open.

“Fuck my mouth, Hobi,” you plead, nearly drooling over his cock as he places the tip on your lips. 

“You know I can’t deny you, baby girl,” Hoseok groans when your tongue flicks his slit, tasting precum.

Hoseok’s torso glistens with sweat, and you’d gladly lick up every drop. In a different setting, you would kiss every inch of his body until his cock stuffs your mouth.

Namjoon grabs your ass, cursing as he makes it jiggle before his teeth sink into the meaty flesh, just to make you moan around Hoseok’s cock.

Hobi pushes further, his cock heavy on your tongue as he hits the back of your throat. Your eyes widen, filled with tears as you meet his gaze. He knows if it’s too much, you’ll tap his hand and he’ll immediately remove his thick cock from your pretty pouty lips.

This wasn’t your first threesome, much less your first time with them. You loved the thrill of being with them, getting eaten out, fucked, stuffed full of cum to show Yoongi when you crawled in his bed, just for him to fuck his cum inside you, eating you out after just to fuck you full of him again.

The moan that escapes you is obscene. You’re almost embarrassed but it spurs Namjoon on as he spreads your cheeks, his tongue circling your asshole as you melt on the bar.

Fuck, your mind is empty. 

All that matters is Namjoon’s tongue fucking your asshole while your pussy drips down your thighs and Hoseok fucks your mouth until you’re hoarse.

You gag, choking on his cock as he hits the back of your throat. You remind yourself to breathe through your nose as Hobi grabs a handful of your hair, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly as you choke on it. You hold on as long as possible before he’s pulling out and you gasp loudly, cumming in response.

“Shit,” Namjoon chuckles. “She fucking came on my face.”

You’re too aroused to be embarrassed as Hoseok grabs you by the hair to kiss you. Namjoon strokes his long, thick cock in one hand before he lines it up at your cunt and pushes in. You gasp, allowing Hoseok to slip his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss.

You’re on Cloud 9.

You’re not surprised your trip to the bar has ended like this, and you’re not ashamed to admit this isn’t the first or last time you’ll be bent over this bar, fucked until your legs shake.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaim when Namjoon slides home. “So fucking big.”

Namjoon doesn’t need the ego boost, but it makes his length twitch. He aims to please, he knows how to pleasure his partners. He’s experienced beyond belief and he’s willing to prove it with each gyration of his hips.

Namjoon grips your hips tighter, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he fucks you like an animal. He’s rough, groaning and moaning your name as he fucks you full of his fat cock. You nearly fall apart when Hoseok rubs your clit while marking your skin as his.

Pleasure courses through your veins, nearly overwhelming as Namjoon continues the rough thrust of his hips. You feel like you’re being split open in the best way possible as you scream Namjoon’s name repeatedly, creaming his cock as your orgasm hits.

“Fuck, you’re just a little cock-hungry slut for us, huh?” Namjoon smiles as he fucks you through your orgasm and into the next. You milk his cock, making him curse before he cums deep inside your hungry cum-hungry walls.

The fact that you weren’t pregnant yet was thanks to your kryptonite-like birth control, otherwise, you’d be fulfilling Jimin and Seokjin’s impreg kink.

Namjoon grabs your chin as you look at him over your shoulder, kissing you deeply. You nearly cum again as he pulls out of you.

Hoseok isn’t one to waste.

After all, waste none, want none, right?

Hoseok is on his knees before either of you can blink. His tongue slides easily into your cum-filled hole, sucking and slurping as heat rushes to your cheeks. 

When Hoseok is done eating you out, he moves to Namjoon. He takes Joon’s cock into his mouth, licking him clean before he rises to his feet.

“Come,” Hoseok takes your hand as he leads you to the couch in the locker room.

Hoseok wastes no time in kissing you, he has you on his lap in an instant.

Namjoon joins in, cock at half-mast as he watches eagerly.

“Ride my cock like the little slut we know you are. Can’t fucking get enough of our cocks, baby girl? Gotta have all seven of us? What a greedy little bitch,” Hoseok says with a hooded gaze.

His words send a tingle down your spine as you nod. There were no lies in his statement.

None at all.

Namjoon shakes his head with a warm smile. 

You straddle Hoseok's hips, lining up his cock at your entrance. Your hands grip his shoulders as you sink onto it. Your mouth drops open as he fills you to the brim just like Namjoon had.

“Hobi,” your voice is hoarse as you bounce on his dick. Namjoon watches intently as Hoseok’s hands grab hold of your ass.

Namjoon gets close, kissing Hoseok as you bounce that sweet ass on his lap. Hoseok is a sucker for you and will do anything you ask at a moment’s notice. All his boyfriends would. You’re their queen.

“Shit, ride my cock just like that. You love being a little whore, don’t ya? Yoongi warned us but we didn’t listen. Just a cock-hungry hoe for us.” Hoseok’s words make you clench around him, body hot like a furnace as you slam your lips on his and then Joon’s.

Your cunt throbs with pleasure, tits bouncing as you seek your next orgasm, screaming Hoseok’s name as you cream his fucking cock like the good little whore you are.

“Shit! Shit!” Hoseok gasps as he cums deep inside you, hips lifting off the couch as he shudders with the last of his orgasm.

You collapse on Hoseok, kissing him as you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Hoseok whines, cursing when you rock your hips a few more times.

Namjoon chuckles as he helps you off Hoseok’s lap.

“Come here, baby,” he instructs as he pulls you toward him. He kisses you sweetly, his hands on your thighs, fingers bruising your sensitive skin.

Hoseok tosses him a bottle of lube and Namjoon squirts a generous amount on his fingers. His thumb breaches your ass first, making you cry out. It’s all for show though, you love having every hole fucked and stuffed, which is why Namjoon pays you no mind as he continues. 

“Hush, baby,” Namjoon instructs as he fucks your ass with his thumb before adding more lube and a second finger. You mewl, melting into him as he adds a third finger minutes later.

“Joon!” you whine as you feel the fat head of his cock at your opening. Namjoon is careful as he slides his lubed-up cock into your ass, gripping your hips tight as his head lolls back from the pleasure of your warm hole.

Hoseok kisses you as a distraction, his soft lips moving in sync with yours. 

Namjoon pulls you on top of him, your back pressed to his chest as Hoseok lines himself up at your wet cunt. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re always so fucking wet for us,” Hoseok groans, eyes fluttering shut as he feels the warmth of your soaking wet cunt.

“That’s it, baby. Take our cocks like the good girl you are,” Namjoon grunts as he thrusts upward. 

Both holes are stuffed full and Hoseok takes a pert nipple between his teeth, tugging just to make you scream for him.

Pleasure courses throughout your body as your spine tingles and your body quakes with each delicious thrust from both men. Euphoria engulfs you as you cream Hoseok’s cock while clenching around Namjoon’s.

“Shit!” Hoseok cries out, your warm wet cunt bringing him to orgasm. He pants, moaning your name into your neck as he comes undone inside your soaking wet pussy.

Namjoon isn’t too far behind. He curses, cock twitching as he fills your ass with his cum. He’s stuffed both holes generously tonight.

He’s out of breath as he pulls out of you.

Hoseok is a greedy bitch as he flips you onto your stomach, his tongue in your ass as he licks you clean.

Namjoon laughs as he grabs a handful of Hoseok’s hair. “Looks like the cum-hungry slut is you, huh?”

Hoseok moans in response, licking his lips before Namjoon kisses him, tasting himself on Hoseok’s tongue.

It takes ten minutes for all of you to regain your breath and your clothing.

“Let’s go cuddle at home,” Namjoon says before yawning.

“Please,” Hoseok states as he laces his fingers with yours. “Sleep with us, baby girl.”

“I will,” you assure them as your sleepy selves walk out of the bar toward Joon’s car after locking up. He drives the three of you home safely, leading you to the shower in his room where the three of you make out before climbing into bed to cuddle.

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JJK Men

Freak like me

summary: JJK men when you try to tie them up. cw: !!MDNI!! a little bondage, smut, oral, riding, teasing, some after care. CONSENTING. aunote: I'm back with more jjk shawtys. More aunotes is at the bottom. Enjoy and happy reading!! 🐼🖤 wc: 3k+ (not proofread, I spent wayy too much time on this)

Choso Kamo

Is secretly a kinky freak. He loves it when you tie him down to the bed and edge him off by riding him until he’s about to cum. He loves to feel his cock and balls swell from being overstimulated.

“Please mommy let me cum.” he whines as he grips the leather straps that are restraining him from grabbing you and fucking into you senselessly.

“Uh-uh. Mommy hasn’t said that you can cum yet.” you grab his face and kiss him as you slowly grind your hips into his. Choso whines and whimpers, he tries to wriggle free but his legs are tied to the posts at the end of the bed.

“Please, please, please, I wanna cum so bad for you mommy.” he bucks his hips up into you. You slap his balls lightly making him twitch and moan in pleasure. 

“M-mommy…” he groans, you pick up your pace and rock your hips against his making the bed creak. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, his eyes are shut tight as he tries to overcome the overwhelming pleasure.

“G-gonna cum.”

“Beg for it.” you moan out, nearing your orgasm as well.

“Please let me cum inside of you mommy.” Choso whimpers out, his fingers tugging at the leather straps a few more times until they snap and break. His arms immediately wrap around your waist as he pounds up into you. He buries his face in between your boobs as his load explodes inside of you shooting ropes, and ropes of cum inside of you. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breaths. You move his hair from his face and litter his face with gentle kisses.

“I love you.” you kiss his wrists that are red from the restraints.

“I love you too mommy.” he says back and kisses your collarbone.

“You don’t have to say that anymore Cho. It was just for role play sex.” you giggle, his face is nuzzled in your neck.

“I-I wanna keep saying it.” he mutters. You could feel the heat of his cheeks against your skin.

Nanami Kento

Isn't having any of your bullshit. You must think he’s stupid if you didn’t think he saw all of your orders through Amazon, you even checked the box that says “discreet packaging”. So when he walks into the house and sees the trail of red rose petals that leads to the bedroom he just ignores it and walks to the kitchen to have dinner. You’re waiting for him in the bedroom, you’re in a leather bodysuit holding a leather tassel whip. You wait patiently for him, but he doesn’t walk into the bedroom. You sigh a little and walk out to the hallway and down the stairs to see him sitting there, his leg crossed over the other one, his foot tapping the tile floors.  His tie is wrapped around his hand, he motions for you to sit on his lap.

“Eight” 

Smack!

“N-nine”

Smack!

Nanami see’s you anticipating the last smack from his tie, your laying across his lap, he rubs your red cheeks softly,

“Is this what you wanted?” You like to be a cum slut?” he pulls your ponytail so you’re looking at him. Your cheeks are flushed and hot from the pain of him smacking your ass.

“You like to be MY cum slut?” his hands squeeze your ass, he spreads them apart and dips his fingers in between your folds, rubbing up and down your wet slit. His index and middle finger find your clit, he presses harder and slowly rubs around it making you squirm on his lap.

“Did I find your sweet spot, pretty girl? Are you going to cum for your daddy, you cum slut?” he moves his fingers faster, feeling your thighs squeeze around his hand, your holding back your moans and your breathing picks up, you’re so close to cumming but then he stops and slaps your ass with his tie.

Smack!

“Say it pretty girl.” his fingers begin to rub again, he smacks you one more time.

“I-I’m going to cum d-daddy, please.” you whine, your legs begin to shake as you try to hold in your orgasm.

“Finish your count.” he smacks your ass again.

“T-ten!” you moan out as your orgasm takes over, your legs are shaking, your body twitches on his lap, his fingers continue rubbing and abusing your clit.

“S-stop daddy, sensitive.” you mewl out as your body writhes from the overstimulation. Your hands come up and grab him.

“Oreo.” you mutter out, he stops and carries you up to the bed, throwing you on it. He lets you take a breather as he undresses himself. He comes up from behind you and places gentle kisses on your ass, his touch is now gentle and loving, he kisses up your spine, he chuckles from the visible shudder and goosebumps that appear on your skin.

“I love you.” he says, as he positions himself in front of your entrance.

“I love you too.” you moan, feeling his cock slid into you, stretching you out.

He grunts with every thrust making sure to pull all the way out to the tip and ramming back inside of you going slow and hard, he takes a moment to fully fill you up, until you both reach your climaxes together.

You're laying together in bed, your head on his chest, he tilts his head down to kiss your forehead, “ You’re not slick by ordering all of that on Amazon. We do share an account together.” 

You let out an amused huff and kiss his chest. “I wasn’t trying to be slick, I knew you wouldn’t have done it if I asked you."

Gojo Satoru

Is willing to try it, but he says he would be able to get out of those little restraints easily. That you shouldn’t even bother but you took a note from Tojis book and tired him out to the point where he didn’t want to get out of them because that was the only way he was going to get any pleasure from you. So for the next few days you would handcuff him to a chair and edge him off. You’d start off with a strip tease wearing his favorite black lace lingerie with heels. You’re wearing that dark red lipstick he loves to see smeared all over your face as he facefucks you. The lipstick stains all over his body.

“Please…just touch me. Just a little. My balls hurt so much baby.” he pleads. You straddle his lap and push his face into your breasts. His tongue immediately starts licking at your breasts, he bites your nipples through your lace bra. You let out an approving moan.

“Fine I’ll give you a little something more this time since you've been such a good boy.” you get off of Gojo, he has a full view of your ass as you bend over and pull off your panties. You see his cock twitch ever so slightly as your hand slips in between your thighs, you rub circles around your already soaking wet slit. You giggle as you see Gojo’s eyes glaze over, that same ravenous look in his eyes appear as you continue to pleasure yourself in front of him. You slip a finger in and let out a very beautiful, very sexual moan.

“Mmmm baby, your fingers are so long. They hit just the right…. spot…mmm” you continue to tease him. Gojo growls under his breath and the chair creaks as he tries to break free from the handcuffs. You turn around and sit on his lap, you lick your fingers tasting yourself, Gojo looks desperate to taste you again to lick all over your wet cunt and make you scream his name. You slide down on his hard cock and sit there for a few seconds letting him stretch you out. 

“B-baby, please.” Gojo whines and he bites his bottom lip. His legs curl up as he tries to thrust his hips up into you. 

“Do I need to tie your legs too?” you moan out as you start riding him, moving your hips up and down on his shaft.

“Ahhh” he moans out, you can see the veins in his forearms bulge and he continues to pull handcuffs. “You’re such a fucking tease.” he grunts out and throws his head back from your motion picking up speed.

“I know you like this.” you stutter out feeling your orgasm building up, you grab onto the chair to steady yourself as your hips move up and down.

“You’re gonna get fucked so hard Every. Single. Day. I’ll make sure you’re sore all the time.” he moans, his pleasure washes over him as he cums deep inside of you.

“Looks like I’ll just have to keep you tied up then.” you playfully joke, kissing him on the cheek, before getting off.

“You mean these handcuffs?” he holds up your fluffy pink handcuffs that are bent and twisted. He drops it to the floor, you see his cock jump in excitement again.

“Satoru… I was just kidding. This was all just role playing..” you say slowly backing away from him.

“Is that so?” he gets up from the chair, stroking his cock. “Well baby we’re in a new role play now.” his eyes darken and a devilish grin appears on his face.

Geto Suguru

“Whaddya doin?” Geto smirks in amusement as he closes the door behind him. He hears the handcuffs drop on the floor.

“O-oops, I made a mess.” you stutter out, quickly grabbing the handcuffs and hiding them behind your back again. Your breasts are covered in whip cream with a cherry on each nipple.

 Geto lets out an amused huff and crosses his arms. “Oh yeah? And how are you gonna clean that up?” he raises an eyebrow.

“W-wanna help me clean it….up?” you quickly glance at Geto before turning away again, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

“Nah I’m okay. I’m a little tired tonight.” he pretends to yawn and walks over to the fridge.

You stand there shooketh and what he just said. You feel like a total dumbass, what were you supposed to do next? You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the whip cream can, you turn towards Geto who’s also naked now, his thick hard cock covered in whip cream.

“Oops….looks like I made a mess too.” he tilts his head to the side. He walks over to you and places his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him. He leans in to give you a quick peck on the lips. 

“What were you gonna do with these?” he says holding up the handcuffs he took from your hands.

“How did you-” you’re cut off by him pulling you in for another kiss, he leads you towards the kitchen and lifts you on top of the countertop. Geto grabs your hands and places them behind your back, you suddenly hear a click and your eyes shoot open.

“Wait no, it's not for me. It's for you!” you protest, he simply lets out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah? Maybe you should be a little more confident next time princess.” he starts to lick at the whip cream on your breasts. He picks up the cherry stem and brings it up to your mouth, you bite into it, a bit of the cherry juice drips down your chin. Getos wipes the juices with his thumb before he brings it to his mouth and licks it.

“It’s sweet like my beautiful princess.” his strong arms are supporting you as he continues to help you “clean” up. Your quiet moans fill the room, the TV playing softly in the background.

“Wanna show me what you had in mind, beautiful?” his hazel eyes are filled with lust, his thumb caresses your lips, you open your mouth and suck on his thumb, he takes off the handcuffs with his other hand and gives them to you. You push against the wall with his hands cuffed behind his back, you kneel down and begin to lick at the tip tasting the sweet cream. Some of it falls onto your breasts, Getos head is tilted back against the wall enjoying every moment of your mouth lapping up all of the whip cream until you eventually make him cum all over your face and breasts. You spread his cum all over your breasts massaging them as he watches you through heavy lids.

“Now that we’re done with foreplay are you ready to get fucked princess?” Geto says, undoing the handcuffs.

Toji Fushiguro

Doesn’t play those games, you thought you could trick him into wearing a collar with a leash. Hah! Sucks for you, you’re the one wearing it now and you’re the one who’s getting facefucked by him. 

“Take out my cock.” he says, pushing you down on your knees.

Your saliva drips down your chin and onto your chest and boobs. Your gags fill the bedroom, Toji is holding your hands against the wall, your hands are bound by the leash. 

“Mmmm, you really thought you could put me in a choker?” he says, slowing down his thrusts so you can breathe.

You nod and try to answer but your mouth is stuffed with his big cock so it comes out as a garbled mess.

“I fuck you good and treat you like my queen and yet you want to be treated like a dirty whore?” he grunts when you deepthroat his cock. He lets go of your hand and tugs the chain towards the bed. Toji makes you get on your knees and arch your back for him, he leans down to lick your clothed slit then he slips your panties off and stuffs them in your mouth.

“You didn’t get a gagball so I guess this’ll work.” he smirks and slaps his wet cock on your ass before sliding in and fucking you hard and fast. He grabs the leash and pulls on it hard making you arch your back even more for him, your moaning loud for him, mumbling his name over and over again. Toji grabs your and hold your body close to his,

“Shit, I’m gonna bust baby.” he yanks out your panties and kisses you sloppily, your tongues dance and play with each other. A few more thrusts and he fills you up to the brim. Toji pushes you both onto the bed, still inside of you,

“You’re wrists okay, my beautiful wife?” he kisses your wrists and gently massages them.

“A little sore but it’s okay, my love.” you respond.

“I’ll make it up to you by buying your favorite dessert.” he says, kissing them one more time before carrying you off into the bathroom for a warm relaxing bath.

Ryomen Sukuna

“Consort, why have you summoned me to your chambers?” Sukuna stands at the door of your chambers.

“Master, thank you for coming to my chambers at this hour.” you bow at his feet.

“Stand consort, tell me what it is that you need from me?” he sighs and looks down at you.

“Master, I-” 

A growl escapes from his mouth, he yanks you up to look at him.

“You’re my wife, why do you insist on calling me.” -he pauses- “Master.” he says through gritted teeth.

“My apologies, Mas-” you're cut off by him crashing his lips onto yours, his big hands come up to caress your face. He parts from your lips, leaning down so his forehead touches yours.

“It pains to hear you call me master, I am your husband, my love. Do you not see me that as much?” his voice is low and soft. Your hand comes up to caress the monstrous side of his face, he kisses the palm of your hand.

“My beloved Sukuna, I love you the most, you should know that by now but I have to keep up appearances, for the maids might hear the way I call out your name so casually. After all, your main priority should be on Pure Consort Uraume.” you say in a hushed tone.

“Is that you’ve summoned me here, so you can call out my name?” a sly smirk appears on his face.

“Leave and do not come back until morning. Do as I say or you will be beheaded.” he announces, the sound of feets shuffling is heard outside the paper walls before silence befalls the two of you.

“Shall we get started, my love?” he begins to kiss down your neck, pulling your garb down revealing your collarbones and cleavage.

“S-sukuna, I have summoned you here because I’ve thought of a new way to help you.” you gently push him away and fix your garb. Sukuna sighs in frustration when you leave his side. 

“Show me before I lose my patience with you, my love.” he says, pushing his hair back.

“Here it is, my love. I will sit here that way you will not have to touch me.” you present to him a swing and hold up the ropes attached to the swing.

“You jest, you deserve punishment for that.” he growls and grabs your wrists pushing you onto your comforter.

“M-master.” you cower from him, facing away from his face. A pained expression falls over his face, his hand reaches out to caress your face again but he hesitates and pulls away. 

“Why must you be so afraid of me? Of my touch. Is it because I did not choose you to be with me in the next life?” his eyes soften, observing your face for any answers.

“That is not true, I wish you to be happy and Pure Consort Uraume is better suited, she will be able to help you in ways that I cannot.” a tear falls down the side of your face. Sukuna reaches over and wipes it away, making you turn to face him.

“I love you and I always will. I will find you no matter which era and how many years have passed. So please let me show you, by making love with you until the crack of dawn.” his lips are inches from yours, his red eyes soften, a smile appears on his face and all of a sudden he looks like he once did before he was cursed as the King of Curses. Sukuna and you make sweet and tender love, not ever touching the swing you made. He left hickeys and kisses all over your body even on the areas that were cursed, they burn his lips but he doesn’t care, you gave your life up for him so only half of him would become a curse, you are his beloved. His one and only and for you to create such a contraption so he couldn’t touch you or hold you,was so foolish to him. He loved you and he always will. 

aunote: And then Yuji ate his finger and Sukuna set out to destroy all sex swings in the current era. 🤣🤣

I hope you all enjoyed this one! I tried to make them as different as possible, a lot of bjs and oral stuff. Sorry the ending sucked, i just wanted to wrap it up and not make it into an entire fic.

Don't come for me about being historically accurate, I tried my best and I loosely based it off of the apothecary diaries. I know I know.

[noro-noro-noro]

anyway before I put together smth to eat what did I dream about..?

part of my dream was a dream about sleeping. except I was in my room at mom's house at around 7pm when the sun was just about freshly down but not dark yet everything was blue there was the neighbors kid maybe 5-7 years hanging out doing SOMETHING in the corner? some kind of computer game he wanted to show me...? idk. i was trying to sleep. until he told his mom that I was sleeping instead ot watching him & I was like well I can't look bad to the parents I guess so I got up I don't remember what he was playing. I think it was a turn based game for kids mouse controlled only. who knows.

then later, something about going upstairs from my room to a spaceship? or maybe I went downstairs.maybe it was just like a higher tech lab, but not high tech in an everything is white way but more how you'd see a kids lab from like an older movie. like spy kids maybe. idk lots of round flared designs, Windows that bulged out aand were like thick green or orange or purple. kind of like a kids playground at mcdonalds or something. I miss those they just don't let you do those anymore in your 20s.... anyway. indony remember much of the lab. some omega striker characters were there. I remember estelles new skin + atlas + Luna, & I think atlas got gravely injured stabbed or shot in the lung maybe body blocking for his sister ? Juliette was there too. and shenhe.. anyway he tried to heal himself but it wasn't working, so he used the lab to pit himself into stasis. luna didn't totally get it - not sure if she was in denial (considiering the loss of both their parents) or if atlas shielded her from knowing just how badly he was hurt. Julie & shenhe left briefly on some kind of travel pod to go to the nearby outpost or planet or something to explore to look for resources, but as soon as they left they messaged back again sounding haggard like thank god you're still here & it turns out there was a time anomaly related to where they were going. it brought back someone's grandma who'd come to visit us as a teenage girl.

that's where my dream memory ends but as long as im slightly mentioning omega strikers i think that purely from a character design standpoint kazan is really meh. 2/10. hater shit below

his outfit just looks bad. on his splash art they wanted him to look crazy so they gave him anime shading around the eyes but on his model he just looks like he's wearing a solid black mask. and his giant earring tassels thst look like extensions of his hair are weird, and I think his outfit is really bland it's just a black long jscket shirt over orange pants & it's all got triangles on it. idk maybe they dressed him plainly to emphasize his umbrella more & I guess it's cool they're shaking traditional umbrella fighter stereotype by not making him noble or refined it or a classy gentleman or whatever, but he's just like the joker of violence. his kit is ok it's cool he can change stances but I'm just talking from an appearance standpoint. he is ugly and his outfit sucks!!!

at least with other characters I don't like the appearance of as much either, like their personality jumps out at you immediately. Estelle's outfit with the giant shoulders cape & the skintight bodysuit is like yes this is a woman who's proud of herself and knows she looks good. kai is kai. he's got the swaggy over the shoulders jacket and a relatively plain outfit underneath. this also tells me a lot about him. even atlas 's base skin is like ok this guy is sturdy, reliable, also sciency, he's even got all the constellations inside his sleeves. i like atlas but his bsse skin is only ehh to me.like you can tell from looking at him what he's like.

and the main thing about kazan that conveys anything to me is that he stands like a crazy person on the select screen and hes doing finger guns to his head in his splash art. no drip at all. even rasmus has "young scientist" vibes.

i play with voice acting off also. I don't want to hear any of them talk. i did see that scaramouche's VA was kazan, so that's another point for him though. pat pedraza did a great job with scara. ok the end

[zarysa-of-zorcai]

Ch 2: Finding Purpose

"Well, this is...great." Zia broke the somber silence that had fallen over the dejected group. She sat on the outer edge of the makeshift circle between Pike and Keyleth.

"Greats not the word I would use." Percy denied with a sigh of his own adjusting his glasses that he just finished cleaning.

"Does this mean we're officially banned from every tavern in Emon?" Keyleth asked looking as sickened as they all felt.

"Only the ones who remember us." Zia answered, smoothing out her skirt freeing it from dust.

"Everyone remembers us, Zia." Vex waved a dismissive hand her way. The elf hugged onto Trinkets neck.  "We're Vox Machina!"

"You say that like it's something to be proud of." Zia ran her gloved hands over her hair in an attempt to get out any remaining debris that lingered in her purple locks.

"You don't think it is?" Vex challenged, the look she gave Zia as pointed as her half-elven ears.

"Well..." Zia started carefully, "...no."

Everyone looked at her, even Scanlan who'd just finished getting his clothes back on. 

"Oh don't look at me like that you guys. It's really not." Zia sighed. "Our reputation...it's starting to precede us."

"So?" Vex challenged. "What's wrong with becoming well known?"

"Nothing," Zia denied tilting her head. "Except for the fact that we're becoming well known for the wrong reasons."

"Surely it can't be that bad." Percy protested.

"There's a saying that's been going round after the last job. A catchy little jingle a couple of two bit cronies started..." Zia played with a tassel on her skirt. "Cmon...we've all heard it. Hire Vox and you'll pray to get done in by the pox."

"Okay, that is pretty bad." Keyleth frowned clutching her staff. "But the one I heard goes a little more like hire Vox Machina to get the job done and you'll wish you hired a fox or a hyena to eat your son."

"Wonderful. We've got no money, no place to live, and fuck all for prospects." Vax rested his chin in his hand. "Not to mention those awful rhymes to contend with." Vax groaned. "By the gods."

"Well perhaps if someone didn't accidentally decapitate the last fellow who hired us." Percy glared pointedly at Grog. "Such sayings wouldn't have spread faster than a rat carrying scurvy."

"I apologized, didn't I?" Grog asked as he played with his stolen hand. The big guy didn't seem all that down or even sorry for what he'd done. "And those tunes didn't have nothing to do with me."

"An apology doesn't fix the fact that we're running out of options now." Zia frowned.

"I'll admit you're right about that." Vex sighed. "We have a mountain of debts and," She shook the small sack in her hand. "Oh good. Three silver to our name. We need a job. Anything at this point."

"I mean, if protecting carts from swindlers and killing goblins for gold isn't getting us anywhere, I don't know, maybe... maybe we could try doing some good this time?" Pike made the suggestion hesitantly, a part of her knowing it was about to be ill received.

"Nah..." Vex, Vax, Percy, Scanlan and Keyleth all chorused.

"Boring." Came Grog's subsequent denial.

"Like what?" Zia tilted her head in curiosity actually entertaining the idea much to Pike's surprise.

"Oh." Pike tapped her fingers together. "Uh...I don't know. I actually hadn't gotten that far...maybe a holy mission or some volunteer-"

"Pike, ethics are a luxury we currently can't afford." Percy denied, he shifted his attention to Zia. "And you, don't encourage that kind of thinking, Zia. You're smarter than that."

"You think volunteering is stupid?"

"Yes, considering volunteer work will do nothing to help us. No church, is going to pay us in anything, but gratitude. It would be a waste of time."

"They'd give us food, maybe shelter..." Zia leaned on her hand. "...for a bit anyways."

"How long is a bit, Hm?" Percy challenged her. "Until we tested their patience like we did the tavern keepers? We wouldn't last an hour on something like that. It won't work out. We need something else."

A silence settled over the group. It stretched on for a good amount of time.

"Have you guys ever thought maybe we're not really meant to do this?" Keyleth hugged her staff.

"How do you mean?" Zia's eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean, Vex and Vax only care about themselves." Keyleth began.

"Well, fսck you." The twins chorused with matching glares.

"Grog just wants to murder everyone." Keyleth continued.

"Yeah, pretty much." The barbarian agreed.

"Percy barely wants to be seen with us in public, and Scanlan wants...

"To bed everyone in the realm. Yes, you can say it, Keyleth. I'm not ashamed."

Zia's nose scrunched in distaste.

Keyleth sighed. "Honestly, why are we even together?

"Because...Because..." Zia should have just let the question hang instead of trying to answer it. She didn't want to say the truth. That it was because none of them had anyone else. She trailed off into a sigh giving up on keyleth's question. She couldn't say it and silence echoed around the group.

"Well, while you're all moping around, I have to drain the proverbial basilisk." Scanlan announced. Yet another bit of information Zia could have gone her whole life without hearing. She didn't pay attention to how long the gnome was gone but she noticed the weighing silence Keyleths question had forced on them. The one she'd succumbed to when she failed to answer her question. Just when she was beginning to think the question would never be answered Scanlan returned holding a rolled up piece of parchment.

"This!" He held it up for all to see. "This is our purpose."

"Our purpose is a piece of parchment?" Zia raised a brow at him. "Did you hit your head on the stairs when we got kicked out?"

"What? No! It's not the parchment Zia. It's what's on the parchment! Just look at what it says. Your eyes see best in the dark. Read it!"

"Mercenaries for hire?" Zia squinted as she focused on the writing. "Lemme see it."

"Just think about it! The king doesn't go to shit taverns like this. I bet he'd have no idea we trashed any of them or f'd up our jobs. No way the big guy gossips when he's got a kingdom to run." Scanlan passed her the paper as he raved about how perfect it was for them all. "Cmon, you know this perfect! Fighting for justice, for glory, protecting the kingdom and stuff."

"We would be helping people by doing this." Zia looked to Pike who smiled at her. "We'd get a sense of accomplishment for once."

"And most importantly..." Scanlan's pants dropped. ".. Lots of money!"

"Welp, there's a sight I could've gone my whole life without seeing." Keyleth remarked.

"Damnit Scanlan, pull up your trousers." Percy had his hand over his eyes. "I've seen your dick far too many times tonight."

"Oh please Percy," Scanlan stubbornly stuck up his nose. "You're just jealous cause mine's better than yours."

Zia didn't say it. But as her gaze discreetly flicked to Percy's clothed crotch over the edge of the parchment she thought that that was beyond doubtful.

"We should find somewhere to sleep for the night." Vex's voice jostled Zia from her thoughts. She quickly took her eyes off Percy before anyone could notice her stare and rolled up the parchment in her grip. "We can't just stay in front of here. We'll go see the king at dawn. Pounce on this before any competition has the chance."

"I like how you think, sister." Vax nodded. "Let's try to find an alley closer to the castle."

"Did you say dawn?" Keyleth looked horrified by the prospect. "That's so early!"

"True but it's imperative we be the first ones before the king." Percy insisted. "If anyone who knows of us gets there first we'll lose our chance."

"Alright," Vex stood up. "Quickly then everyone. Follow me if you want a good nights sleep."

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Oof I am horrible at cross posting haha. Anyways hope you like the story guys!

[writingwrittenwriting]

Rainy season storms kept the intruders at bay. The main hold of the hoard was sparkling, water beading on gold as it fell from the opening high above. Silver ribbons streamed in little rivers between the mounds, draining through the lower caves and disappearing into dark cracks. A peaceful mix of sounds, soothing her mind as she sat on the elevated ground of the home crack and scribbled her words on smooth stone.

Learning fast, she was mostly working on perfecting her legibility. She remembered the letters and words quite well, but her hand just couldn't make the shapes small or precise. The calming nature of the practice was nice though, coupling well with the sounds. Laying on an oversized ottoman was the dragon, playing with the tassels that decorated it. A being of fire, he wasn't fond of the rain. It was cold and wet, it made him shiver and tarnished his precious hoard!

"Oh how I loathe this weather. How can you enjoy this cacophony of noise?" Looking up from her work, she smiled with a hint of a giggle to him.

"It sounds nice, I like how gentle it sounds, and the raindrops sounds like music. Drip drip drop, drip drip drop" She sang cheerfully, rocking from side to side with a rhythm only she seemed to hear.

"It sounds lovely coming from you, but I can't quite say I'm fond of the real sound." He grumbled, blowing a little puff of smoke between his lips in frustration. "I wish to go for a flight, but in this dreadful storm I'll surely find myself a victim of wretched weather." His long gold filled braids jingled as he rolled over. Spending so much more of his time in his human form, he'd been steadily adding more gold to his hair over time.

Setting the chalk and dusty cloth she'd been using down, she stretched her body up. Bare feet pattered across the chilled stone as she made her way over to him. Never being a fan of shoes, she'd refused to wear them with her newfound freedom! She'd even swept the small sharp stones aside to keep her feet safe in her new home.

"You go flying a lot, I want to try it." She was nervous but excited, feet bouncing as she pulled up a (gold) embroidered chair and popped down. He looked up to her with a raised brow, tilting his head curiously.

"You wish to go for a flight? Humans aren't meant for the skies, my little changeling. I wouldn't enjoy seeing you fall from my back. If I had to catch you with my claws, I could cause you injury." Nervous fit his words, but he was far more than that. Scared even. He couldn't imagine causing his little flightless friend to get hurt. He'd grown far too fond of having her around, fond of her even. He dared say he cared for her.

"What if I wasn't on your back, and I had a safe pouch or saddle to ride in?" She had been thinking about this, about making a pouch to strap around his great giant neck. Something like a harness with a pocket.

He stared at her as though she were stupid. "You wish to do what? A saddle upon such a great beast such as myself? I am no horse!" His indignation quickly melted when she shrunk back into the chair and looked down in shame, tugging at her fingers.

"My apologies, little changeling. I'm not mad at you. I'm not upset I promise you. I'm shocked is all. Surprised that a little human would wish to create a saddle and ride a dragon of all things. You're quite the strange little creature." Looking back up, she nodded, a hint of a smile returning to her with the assurances she wasn't in trouble.

"We can measure your neck and I can make a giant strap to buckle around it! Then if I tie a pouch to it, I can ride in it! It'll be safe!" Her excitement shifted to hand flapping and head bobbing, thinking she had come up with a perfect solution. Such a cute little thing, his strange curious changeling was. To her surprise, he chuckled and sat up, naked form shivering from the cold air licking his skin.

"Goddesses blast it, why must the very air be so cold?" He wrapped his arms around himself and pouted before he continued speaking.

"We dragons already have pouches, my dear. We use them to carry our fledglings and gold when we fly. I'm not certain it would be safe for a human, but with some clever craftsmanship and careful planning, we could create something to make it safe for you." Sky blue eyes lighting up, she reached forward to happily grasp his hand for a few seconds before shifting to sit next to him on the ottoman.

Briefly holding hands was her version of hugs, and the fact that this little changeling who couldn't stand her own mothers hugs would choose to hold his hand was enough to warm his skin from the inside. Smiling warmly, he tilted his head to her. Warmth erupted inside him once more when she gently nudged his head with hers. She'd taken so naturally to the mannerisms of dragons. Especially as she grew more comfortable with him.

"Can I see your pouch? So I can start planning?" She asked excitedly, watching the gold sway in his hair. A chuckle left him, eyes of honey and whisky looking down at her.

"I promise I shall show you the moment the lair warms up. All of this water running through my home, I'd rather stay in the warmth of the split, cozy among the crystals and couches." Nodding in agreement, she looked out of the warm sub cave, glowing yellow crystals that exuded heat kept the cold at bay. Outside was cold, grey. The gold glittered faintly with dulled tones. It was lovely, but from a distance.

"You know you would feel warmer if you put on some clothing, right? Laying around naked is cold." Having found a warm furry white cloak in the trunks, she had been wearing it while writing her words. Lifting it off her shoulders, she went to lay it over his. He shrunk away like a child, leaning to the side.

"Stop squirming away! Put the cloak on!" Amusement was clear in her voice as she crawled around the ottoman chasing him with it.

"No! My glorious form is worthy of the gods, I shan't hide my beautiful body just to-" Surprising him by jumping on him, she put the cloak over him. Almost immediately he stopped squirming, eyes momentarily glowing gold before he calmed down.

"You're sitting on me." Quiet shock from the dragon.

"The cloak is warm, right?" Hummed the changeling, happily.

"Very." He snuggled into it, eyes closing in peace.

Surprising herself, she stayed sat upon him, smiling down at him, looking at all the pretty little gold bits in his hair.

"White looks so strange on you, you only ever wear gold." Having taken her moment, she slipped off him and sat next to the dragon. Tenderly, she shifted one of his braids, running her thumb across the gold band. A warm smile settled on his face, enjoying the attention.

"Perhaps I shall fetch some clothes of bright shining sunlight, so as to not look strange to you." With a smile on his face, he puffed a little flame out to impress her.

"You can get normal clothes, you're the bright shining sunlight." Not flirting at all, but it was the first thing to come to her mind. Shifting to lay next to him, she pulled an amulet out of her dress and started tracing the swirly patterns with her thumbs. Music of the rain filled the silence around them, the occasional clink of the amulets chain grabbing the dragons attention. He looked over to her fluttering hands...

Sound faded away, the world went silent as death. Her hand... Where the wretched little goblin had bit her. The black marks where the teeth had pierced were spreading in webbed veins across her hand and down her wrist. Breaking the rules, he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his face, ignoring her immediate attempts to pull away.

"It's gotten worse, when did this happen? Why didn't you show me?" Her tugging got harder and a displeased noise left her. Releasing her hand, he sat up and looked down at her. Squirming, flapping her hands and frowning intensely.

"It doesn't hurt." She insisted in discomfort, withdrawing. Shit, he'd only made things worse. He went to speak her name, to scold her, only to freeze as he realized. He didn't know her name. He'd just been calling her changeling, human, little one.

"I don't know your name." He spoke in shock, hand hovering over her, desperate to comfort her, hold her, make sure she was okay. He'd been working so hard to make his little changeling happy, and he'd never even gotten her name. She didn't answer him, laying there in silence and fraying his nerves.

"Please my little changeling, tell me your name." Pleading was no shame, wanting to know about her as though that might fix this problem. Frowning to his request, she turned on her side away from him. Tugging her fingers and making them pop uncomfortably.

"I don't want to." The chill in her voice rattled him, he'd really fucked up.

"Please, my little changeling. I don't wish for you to be hurt. I don't know if this is hurting you. I only wish to help you. Please. I wish to know your name. I wish to help you. These markings on your hand are not normal. Magic is dangerous for humans." His hand hovered over her, then settled on the space adjacent.

"Please darling. Let me help you." Pleading still, he dug his claws into the ottoman in frustration.

Finally she gave in, not liking to leave things hanging.

"I don't like my name. I want a new one. My hand is okay. It doesn't hurt, I don't feel weak." So upset, he'd upset his little changeling so badly and it was all his fault. Shifting the cloak back onto her, he eased his claws free of the material and moved away. Some space might help calm her. Looking out at the water streaming by, he sighed deeply.

"Go rest in your carriage, little one. We'll speak about this when you feel better, okay?" He felt so cold now. He'd fucked up so much. Moving to get up, she hugged the cloak around herself. Hesitating before moving past him, she returned the cloak to his shoulders and scampered off to her carriage. A small sign she still cared for him. It was a relief, and he held it close to himself for comfort.

Water continued to echo through the caves. Standing, staring out at the silver ribbons, he sighed deeply. His poor changeling. What was he going to do.

“I’m sorry…. I’m just…so….tired, can I rest h-” the human said and then collapsed right after…in the dragon’s lair right in front of the dragon.

[peachy-momos]

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ღ 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

A/N: reupload! This was also for a collaborative but like I said I have no attention span and cannot remember who for. Enjoy and MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

WC: 2.3k

Pairing: Barista!Reiner x Barista!Reader

Warnings: reader is afab and goes by she/her pronouns. Lots of jealousy and mentions of infatuation (such as the title implies). Handjob and oral sex (male and female receiving).

“Reiner-.” you whined, reaching up to get the box of whipped cream off the top shelf in the freezer. “Can you help me please?”

Your boss had sent you to get cans of whipped cream to restock the mini fridge, knowing full well you couldn’t reach and having multiple in your arms would lead you to possibly dropping one and breaking its seal, sending it hurtling through the main barista area.

“Yeah, sure.” Reiner nodded as he held the door open, moving to grab more than enough cans to stock up one side of the mini fridge.

“Thank you.” you smiled shyly as he handed the cans to you, fingers brushing against yours.

“No problem.” he cocked his head towards yours, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips.

As you went to restock the cans in the fridge, you couldn’t help but think back to when you first started out at your job. It was nerve wracking, you had never previously worked at a coffee shop, everything was all new and confusing.

The first person you had met was a bubbly blonde named Historia, she was always filled with energy and prepared to give a fake smile to the customers whenever they complained, turning around the second they left to roll her eyes, giving you an exasperated smile. She was still bubbly, just ever more so to the customers.

After working there for about two weeks and getting accustomed to all the new knowledge you were taking in, as well as your coworkers and what their specialties were, you were hit with a tall, buff blond wearing a white button up a little too tight for his body walking into the breakroom. He quirked an eyebrow at you, Historia looking up from her phone to say, “Oh, Reiner! Good to see you back, meet the new girl.”

You introduced yourself, throat suddenly feeling dry, and tongue heavy as you shook his big hand. Reiner went to grab his apron, shuffling with the fabric, trying to get the material around his thick waist. You barely knew him, but visions of your future passed through your head in an instant, vivid and lovely.

“Why are these one size fits all.” he grumbled, the tassels of the apron falling to his sides as he gave up.

“Do you need help?” you piped up, the pout on his face evident as he crossed his arms. He nodded his head, silent as you shuffled over to help him tie it, the fabric tight across his chest. “There.” you tied the fabric around his back, securing it.

“Thank you.” he looked at you from over his shoulder, smiling, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

That brings you to today, only a couple weeks from your first shift with Reiner, every waking moment with him made your heart race in your chest. It was infatuation in its finest. Every moment you were alone you thought of him, he was on your mind 24/7.

Reiner was perfect, he rarely made any mistakes and if he did it usually was a combination of his efforts and someone else’s. He was reliable, always there to lend a helping hand, especially to the new girl who needed it ever so often. His smile was boyish, always making your heart flutter. He talked often about his plans in life, his family, his friends, and you always ended up wondering how you’d fit into his life.

Filling up the top of the frappucino with whipped cream, you set it gently on the counter, calling the person's name loudly. The tall brunette came over to you, green-blue eyes scanning your body as he took the cup off the counter.

“I have a boyfriend.” you blurted as he wrote something down on a piece of paper, you assumed it was his phone number.

“Damn. Better luck next time I guess.” he smirked, running his fingers through his hair before walking away.

“You don’t have a boyfriend?” Historia cocked her head to the side, and you bit your lip.

“I know…” you sighed, feeling guilty as Reiner put a hot cup of coffee on the counter behind you, calling the customer's name.

“What are you guys talking about?” he asked as you sprayed more whipped cream on another drink.

“That customer over there got rejected.” Historia pointed to the brunette as he looked over his computer, pointing to you. You bit your lip even harder, looking at the floor awkwardly.

“You should’ve played coy! He was into you… why’d you lie about having a boyfriend?” Historia wiped the condensation off of some water bottles, handing them to the customer with a smile.

“I know…” you repeated your words from earlier, breathing in shakily. “I like… someone.” you handed the frappucino to Historia, and Reiner arched one brow, crossing his arms over his chest like the first time you met him.

“It’s a secret.”  you smiled shyly, Historia pouting.

“You can tell us! I doubt we know him.”

You shook your head, smiling again. “Not gonna tell you.” you paused, looking at your phone. “We close soon, let’s start cleaning up.” effectively changing the subject, you started the process of cleaning up.

“You know,” Reiner spoke up as he wiped down the dishes. “Historia made a good point.”

“Shut up.” you rolled your eyes, huffing as you turned the sign from open to closed. “You’re only saying that because you think she’s hot.”

Reiner chuckled, “Yeah, but she has a girlfriend. Anyway, she’s nothing more than a friend, I’m just agreeing with her.”

“Whatever.” you mumbled, going quiet.

Historia sweeped around, mopping the floor once she was done. “Everything good to go?” she asked, and you nodded, having already put away your apron.

“See you on monday.” you waved to Historia, completely ignoring Reiner so you didn’t snap at him due to the bad mood that suddenly washed over you, but you still walked with a pep in your step, having to be perfect. The pit of jealousy grew in your stomach, he should be looking at you, not Historia. You were just as pretty, if not even more so. Reiner had no reason to not think you were hot.

Your next shift was spent in awkward conversation, flitting eye contact, and more Historia being clueless, tone matching your peppy one as you handed out drinks.

Reiner pulled you to the side a week later, asking a quiet, concerned, “you okay?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for checking up on me.” you murmured, going to move away but he took your arm in his hand.

“You’re not fine,” Reiner pressed, voice soft.

“Reiner, I’m fine. Can I go now?” it was true, you weren’t okay, jealousy was white hot heat coursing through your veins, making you look away as his eyes peered into yours. You didn’t even know Reiner that well, going on a month and a half at your job, all you knew was about his friends, family, and plans for life. You have no idea about his likes, dislikes, his hobbies, and yet even so, you could feel yourself being pulled to him by some magnetic force. Biting the inside of your cheek, you went to budge against his hand again, his grip tightening.

“Is this about what happened two weeks ago?” his tone was soft, eyes questioning as you tried to shake him off.

“It doesn’t matter, Reiner, please let me go so I can get back to work.”

“It matters to me and Historia.” he said, and you turned back to him, eyes staring into his own, your tone still soft, putting on your perfect facade.

“Well, I’m on fine terms with Historia so there’s no reason for her to worry.” you put your hand on his, tugging on it to hopefully get him to let you go.

“You know what I mean.” he said seriously, your name passing through his lips, making you shiver. “I don’t want you to take it the wrong way…  I have no interest in Historia.”

“I didn’t take it the wrong way! But why should that matter to me?” your voice was quiet, feigning innocence.

“Are you really that dumb?” his eyes searched your blank ones, lips pursing as he released your arm.

Reiner really was perfect, he was kind, he cared about you. You had to put on a show to make sure he wouldn’t get upset at you, your heart would break if he was. Biting your cheek, you clenched the fist that wasn’t in his hand, you were ashamed of how you acted, what if he really did get upset at you? You had to be perfect for him.

“We have to get back to work,” he murmured, “Meet me at my car after closing.” with that, you went back to work.

Your shift got more hectic, no time to stand aside and relax as customers piled in by the tens. The sun set, and finally you were able to close the shop, wiping down the counters, sticky coffee being wiped away by the rag. Reiner coughed behind you, eyebrows raising in a questioning look.

“How much longer do you have?” he asked as you sprayed the machines, wiping the outside of them.

“Dunno. I still have to do the dishes. Unless… you want to do them?” you stared at him with puppy dog eyes, jutting your lip out in a small pout.

“Already washed em.” he smiled, grabbing a rag to join you.

“I’m sorry.” you said quietly, the pout still on your face as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“It’s okay. Everyone has their rough days.” Reiner pat your head with his hand, making you suddenly feel small.

Your heart swelled in your chest, the admiration you held for him threatened to seep out in giggly babbles. Taking a deep breath, you murmured a quiet “thanks.” giving him your brightest smile.

Reiner helped you finish up, Historia was restocking the bathroom while someone else worked on sweeping, mopping, and wiping up the tables. Once everything was finished, the door was locked and goodbyes were said.

You walked over to Reiner’s car with him nervously, your palms sweating, your tongue was heavy in your mouth.  “So what do you want to talk about?” you chirped, eyes wide as his hand grasped the back of your head.

“I know you’re not that ignorant.” Reiner mused, bringing his lips up to your ear, whispering it lowly.

“What do you mean?” you bit your lip, heat pooling in your belly at the tone of his voice. His lips dragged down your ear, pressing into the spot underneath your earlobe, making your breath hitch as your hands flew up to grip the collar of his shirt, his lips continued on their journey, trailing slowly over your jaw.

You moaned softly, heart racing as he sucked softly on your neck. “Rei-ner.” your voice broke, and he looked up at you with blown pupils, detaching himself from your neck.

“Do you understand what I'm saying now?” he brushed his lips over yours softly, while you nodded, pressing harder into him to find his cock straining against his jeans. Reiner kissed you fervently, tongue licking inside your mouth.

You pulled away with a gasp as Reiner fiddled with his keys, opening his back door to push you into the seat, he followed suit going back to kissing you with the same intensity. Your hand traveled to grope at his crotch, squeezing and palming the bulge.

“Fuck.” he cursed, moving to get his jeans off hastily. “Do you want to?” he stopped, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Not… yet. I’ll just use my hands… and mouth. If that's okay?” you bit your lip, hoping he understood. Reiner nodded as you pulled his boxers down, erection springing free, pulsating while his tip leaked pre.

Suddenly feeling breathless, your hand moved to spread it along his silky cockhead, thumb glistening by the time you were done. “Wow…” you sighed happily, dipping down to wet it with your tongue while your hand worked on pumping him. He was hard and heavy in your hands, heat radiating off of him like he was on fire.

Reiner grunted as you took the tip in your mouth, tonguing it lewdly. His hand came to rest on the top of your head, gently pushing you down as he stretched the corners of your mouth. Soon enough the tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag lightly. He shuddered, looking down at you, cheeks red and eyes hazy.

“Can you take it?” he asked and you nodded, working on loosening your throat. He pushed down, moaning at the tight constrict, tears pooling in your eyes as your nose bumped up against his blond curls. Your other hand came up to play with his balls, squeezing and kneading them lightly, making Reiner moan lowly.

Pretty soon one of his hands was wrapped up in your hair as he fucked your face, spewing obscenities at you that made you embarrassingly wet, you never knew he was like this, your perfect picture of him was set aside, getting to know the real him.

His grip in your hair tightened as he throbbed in your mouth, slipping himself down your throat. With a lewd pop and a gasp for air, you fell into his chest, lips swollen and puffy. Tears leaked out of your eyes, his big thumb wiping them away.

“That.. wasn’t what I expected.” you sighed, nuzzling into him.

“Did you like it?” you nodded and he smiled, “Well, I have another thing planned if you're up for it.” he squeezed your ass, making you bat your eyelashes up at him, giving the okay. Reiner tugged your jeans down, and you knew you were in for a longer night than you had planned

Infatuation doesn’t always lead to love, more often than not it fizzles out, but you weren’t so sure about your case. Especially when Reiners tongue circles around your clit, his fingers pressing into your g-spot, making you see stars as you gripped his hair, holding his face closer to you while you came with a whine.

It definitely wasn’t fizzling out after that.

[queen-yalo]

Naruto | The Legend of Blue Moon [#1: The Old Man's Story] | Madara Uchiha x fem!reader

A/N: This has been sitting in the back of my head for ages. Time to get it out. Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing: Madara Uchiha x fem!reader (Reader has a a given name, but no physical description!)

Genre: No-Jutsu AU (is that a thing?)

Warnings: -

Words: 0.9k

Chapters: #1 |

Tags: @katzekage

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“Can you tell me a story, grandfather?”

Madara opened his eyes slowly, squinting from the sudden brightness. He had retreated into his quarters earlier, sitting in his armchair right by the window, basking in the warmth of the morning sunlight. He needed to think in silence and solitude. Of course, his grandson would have none of it. Obito was far too curious and active to cherish quiet times. Madara had heard the pitter patter of the child’s small feet long before the boy actually opened the door.

“I have already told you three stories today.” He answered quietly, shifting to sit up a little straighter in his seat. “The sun is shining, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Go outside and play with your siblings, Obito.”

The young boy pouted up at his grandfather. “But I want to hear another story…” He mumbled, tugging on Madara’s sleeve gently. “Please…”

Madara sighed deeply. “Alright.” He answered, letting Obito climb into his lap. “You’re annoying, you know that?” He grumbled, leaning back in his chair again. “That’s why I’m your favorite, grandpa!” Obito answered proudly, a huge grin plastered on his small, chubby face.

The old man smiled. “Well, you’re not wrong…” He whispered, ruffling the boy’s hair gently. Obito’s cheeks turned pink as he beamed up at his grandfather. He was the youngest of Madara’s grandchildren, and indeed the one he held the dearest.

“What kind of story would you like?” He asked, waiting for Obito to settle into a comfortable position. As usual, the boy let himself fall against Madara’s chest, expecting his grandfather full well to cover them both with the woolen blanket that had been Madara’s for decades already. Of course, Madara complied.

“Tell me a story of old times.” The boy mumbled, looking up at his grandfather.

Old times. It still felt unreal.

Madara was incredibly fit for his age. He was not the typical 89-year-old man. He was still in possession of a healthy body and mind; he was still sparring and sword-fighting occasionally – just for fun. Still, the boy was right. His glory days were old times. His youth was long gone.

“I have told you all the stories I know, Obito.” Madara said quietly, closing his eyes again. “That’s not true, grandpa…” The young one answered, sitting up slowly. “You have never told me the story of your katana. You know, the one you never use…”

Madara tensed up and snapped his eyes open. Obito was staring at the wall behind them, and the old man too, turned around to look up at the katana. Between two shelves and over the picture of Madara’s father, was the object in question. A beautifully crafted katana. Black blade, white handle, and a red tassel dangling from the sheath that was decorated with golden ornaments. “Truly a unique weapon…” Madara whispered, settling back into the chair.

“Tell me, grandfather!” Obito urged, his fingers digging into Madara’s kimono.

Madara had never talked about it. Too severe was the pain, too deep the wound that resulted in him gaining possession over the sword. It was a story from his glory days, the age of war and conflict. The age of samurai and assassins.

“They called her… Aoitsuki. The Blue Moon.”

The words were heavy on Madara’s lips. It had been almost six decades since he last said her name. But the memories of her were still vivid, haunting him every single day.

“She was beautiful.”

Obito giggled and let himself fall against Madara’s chest again. “Were you in looooove, grandpa?”

Madara hummed, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’ll tell you the story, Obito.” He whispered, pulling the blanket over Obito’s shoulders again.

“It all started on a winter night. I was still a young man back then, not even 30 years old. The war was over and Konoha was blooming, marking the beginning of an era of peace. My father and brother decided to indulge in yet another round of shogi…”

Madara had never liked that game much. He could be persuaded to participate in a game of go. But shogi? He sighed and closed the book he was reading, putting it back into the shelf where it belonged. It had started snowing again, and it would likely continue to do so all night. It was late already, but the moon was nowhere to be seen. Thick, heavy clouds covered the pitch-black night sky; the glass from the windows unable to keep out the cold. Madara had rarely seen such a cruel and persistent winter.

“Don’t you want to join us, oniisan?” Izuna grinned, knowing full well about Madara’s dislike for the game they were playing. “No.” Madara answered nonchalantly. “I’m going for a walk.”

-

The cold air was biting your skin as you made your way through the snow. One with the forest, you made your way to the village where your next target lived. It was quiet, not a single soul, man or animal, around at this time of the day. The snow crunched underneath your feet, the pendants and tassels hanging from your straw hat rattled and chimed rhythmically – it was strangely peaceful.

Your hand found the scroll attached to your obi. Your contract, with the name and description of your target. S-Rank-Mission. That is why the client chose you specifically. You were the best in what you did.

It was dawn when you reached the village in the Land of Fire. Konohagakure. It seemed peaceful, hidden between the forests and mountains. “What a shame…” You mumbled as you made your way to the gates. You would have loved to stay there longer, but you had a job to do, a contract to fulfill.

Tajima Uchiha must die.

[distracteddegenerate]

Carnation

Yuta x Fem!reader

Warnings: period sex, lots of blood mentions, yandere undertones for Yuuta, TW.Dubcon if you squint I just want to be safe lol, unprotected sex, smut

Got super carried away with this one which is why it’s so long lol. I decided to combine the asks since I have got a lot for Yuta. Second anon if you’re uncomfortable with this fic which is understandable lol just shoot me another ask and I can do something else for you.

You lay curled in your bed, the sheets and pillows a mess around you, a fluffy hot water bottle cradled tightly to your front. The side of your body you laid on was beginning to ache from pressure, and you felt flush from heat, but you dared not move. You dreaded the intensifying of the stabbing pains your own body was wretchedly subjecting you to. Of course today would be the heaviest of your period, the day you had scheduled for a study session with Yuta. He was due to come over in about half an hour, and your pains were yet to ease up at all, despite the painkillers you had recently downed. You could cancel, yet, this was the first ever study session you had set up with your handsome friend, and you were loath to cancel it over something that would clear itself up eventually.

You closed your eyes, and pulled the hot water bottle you gripped like a lifeline closer to the source of your suffering.

~~~

*knock knock*

Fuuuuck. Was it that time already? You groggily sat up, releasing your water bottle and in replacement lightly pressing your hand against the throbbing pain that was starting to surge more strongly in the pit of your belly. You gently placed your feet on the ground off the side of your bed, and rose onto the balls of them just as delicately. You began your gloomy shuffle towards the entrance of your room, fixing your ruffled hair into place.

You pulled the door open on yourself slowly, croaking as Yuta’s tired but docile face materialised into view. 

“Good evening, (Name)-chan.” Yuta had his hands in his pockets and wore a kindly smile, the only thing betraying his pleasant demeanour being those familiar dark circles dusking the underside of his eyes. Dreary though they appeared, you could swear you saw a specular shimmer dance across his irises when he registered your form.

“Ah good evening to you too, Yuta! Come in and make yourself at home, I have some stuff set up on the coffee table.” You tried your best to look as perfectly in humour as you could, to not draw any attention to your current pain stricken condition. Must have been good enough, as Yuta had nodded in response and was now making his way over to nestle himself onto one of the pillows you had placed next to your make-shift study station. 

You yourself was headed to the kitchenette, about to ask what Yuta wanted to drink when a sharp stab erupted from your core. You threw your hand onto a countertop and visibly winced, when you noticed Yuta’s widened eyes had been following you. 

“(Name)! Are you okay?!” Yuta’s expression was alarmed, prepared to pounce up from his seating.

“Uh- I er uh- tripped over! Nothing to worry about!” You were blushing slightly, but righted yourself regardless and tried to stand as straight as you could. Yuta seemed slightly confused, and whilst he opened his mouth to speak you interrupted him with a casual “So what would you like to drink?” 

“Er.. I’m fine actually, I had something before I left home... actually I think you should come sit down, er, carefully.” He still looked a little concerned. You nodded your head and made your way over to his side. Settling yourself down, you could feel more pain pulsating within you, a low rumble threatening another great stab like you had experienced just. You drew your legs to your chest in an attempt to alleviate it slightly, and picked up your copy of “a comprehensive guide to the relation of curses and the law”; holding it open in front of you.

You could feel Yuta’s gaze still trained on you.

~~~

“So, although the police would have to intervene if someone was hurt or killed in the incident, sorcerers still have the right to- er - (Name)?”

Crap. You were too focused on the waves of torture oscillating in your guts to keep your attention on Yuta explaining the info that went over your head in class to you again. And he noticed. You looked up at him softly, and offered a subdued “sorry.” You didn’t really have energy to maintain your act of being fine anymore. His eyes looked concerned. You turned your head to the floor and fiddled with your hands.

“Hey, (Name).” You heard him shift and alter the positioning of his legs. “Is it that time of the month?”

What?! Who asks that like this?! 

You threw your head back up to look at him, your face red and mouth agape. He threw his hands up defensively.

“Sorry, sorry!” He hurriedly turned his gaze into the distance and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just.. I have a little sister, so I’m used to this sort of thing, or at least I know a bit more about it than other guys.” He looked back to you. “It seems like the pains at least are distracting you from your studies, if you need painkillers or something.. I can go get them for you.”

“I er...I already tried that… doesn’t work out that well for me.” Was your meek, barely audible reply. You played with the tassel of the pillow you were sat on. Yuta looked pained on your behalf.

“Y’know… I read online somewhere that there’s always something you can try out failing all else.” He caught your gaze, and held it intently. 

It must be too good to be true, how would Yuta know some hidden method that you (as someone who experienced periods) didn’t know about for dealing with the pains?! Your eager look betrayed itself when a switch flicked in your head and your expression turned into one of astonishment. There’s no way he’s gonna suggest…

“Org*sms.”

You’d known Yuta for awhile now, but you had no idea just how… artless he was. Where was his tact?! Your cheeks burned from embarrassment. You felt like your face was about to explode.

Looking at him though, he was practically unfazed! As if you were going about some matter-of-a-fact order of business. What was this situation!

“I-is.. that a joke Yuta?” Your hands were curling into tight balls. 

“Of course not, (Name). You look like you’re in so much pain. I just want to help alleviate it.”

What the hell did he mean by that? Like you will just hop up right now and go jerk yourself in the bathroom as casually as using the toilet.. Or.. could he have meant..

You felt Yuta’s hand settle on your thigh, as he leant down further towards you. “I can help you out (Name)-chan.”

You couldn’t deny, you’d always found Yuta handsome, but for things to move along this quickly… and of all times! Surely his level of straight-forwardness defied all social conventions, and yet, it was working. The feel of his hand resting on you, his hungry stare, the way he loomed over you, chest rising and falling intently. You could feel a different kind of ache emanating from your lower parts. 

His hand drifted further up your body, coming to stop just below your belly button. “I want to help you… (Name)-chan.” You looked into his dark eyes. They were intense, hungry. You could swear he was salivating. 

“B-but Yuta.. I-I’m.. You know! Isn’t that.. Gross? For you?” He shot you a sheepish grin, hiding his eyes in an evasive fashion. His hand travelled downwards once more, snaking up the inside of your loose-fitting shorts and looping his fingers over the sides of your panties. He toyed with them, rolling the cloth over your skin and lightly pulling at them. “I don’t think any part of you is gross, (Name)-chan.” His eyes flicked open again, drawing you back into his intensity. “I think every part of you is beautiful, even.” You could sense his earnestness, and it made your cheeks burn. You went to throw your hands up to them, but he quickly caught them in his. “So, what’s your answer?” He planted a kiss in your palm. “Do you want my help? (Name)-chan.” 

Fuck.. the way he looked at you. Those ferocious, hooded eyes. Those calloused hands, usually wrapped around a katana, wrapped around yours right now. The burning you felt between your legs. God yes. God, you wanted it.

The alleviation of pain (and studying) was an afterthought.

~~~

Yuta had returned back to your living space with a towel from the bathroom. What? you didn’t want to get the floor messy. You could see an erection straining tightly against his black pants. 

Fuck, you were really gonna do this. He set it down flat on the floor, and invited you to come situate yourself on it.

~~~

After removing his shirt (It was white, after all), Yuta knelt himself down in front of you. He had a certain glint in his eyes, almost conflicting the harmless smile that he also wore, as if he wasn’t about to blissfully pound your bloody c*nt into oblivion. He undid the front buckle of his pants, a bulge emerging, the explicitness of his bare dick concealed by gray underwear. He began palming at the protuberance. You eyed the display curiously, when you had a sudden realisation.

“Y-Yuta, w-what about… protection?” you asked, uneasily. 

“Hm? (Name)-chan, you’re on your period, remember? You won’t get pregnant.”

“B-but..”

He cut you off. “I don’t have anything. Trust me.”

You nodded and grunted in acknowledgement. Yuta was always a trustworthy figure for you. Your strong, reliable friend who you could always depend on. He always took care of you, even during skirmishes with curses, arriving at your side before things even had the chance to get particularly hairy.

You watch Yuta as he tilts his keeling body forward, his hands landing on your ankles before travelling upwards, spreading your legs open in the process. You feel yourself blushing once again, tossing your head to the side. You can feel the front of your damp p*nties being touched, jumping in slight surprise at the abrupt action before Yuta starts rubbing at your cl*t through the fabric. He notices your breathing falter.

“Do you like it, (Name)-chan? Do you like how it feels when I rub you there?”

You mumble a small “yes.”

He’s applying more pressure to his administrations now. “Do you want me to take your p*nties off? So I can touch you properly?”

You answer yes again, this time more hastily. 

With that, he curls his fingers over the sides of your p*nties, dragging your legs into the air as he twists his body appropriately in order to shimmy the restrictive fabric off of you. He casts them to the side, before pulling your trembling limbs back into their previous position. Once he settled them back down, he kept his hands on your thighs as he drank in the glory of your exposed c*nt quivering before him, the string of your tampon peaking out in a taunting manner.

You heard him cooing at you quietly. “Beautiful.”

You cringed, wondering if he’d still be thinking that when he’s stained with blood. Even so, you couldn’t help but melt under the feeling of his fingertips tracing circles into your inner thighs. The way you felt a thumb flick over your n*ked sex.

“Is your stomach still hurting you?” The sudden question snapped you out of your stupor.

Truth be told, you’d almost completely forgotten about your pains you were so caught up in the moment, but something held you back from saying so. As if Yuta would stop touching you if you let him know the “reason” for the two of you doing this was almost completely resolved. And, you were relishing in the tenderness of his comforting too much for it to stop.

“Y-Yes..”

Yuta bent further over you, his head looming over your core. He sunk down, his face leaning into the space of your skin where your tummy and pelvis met. He planted a light kiss there.

“Well, I’m gonna make you feel better.”

His grip on your thighs tightened as his head lifted, his presence shadowing over you once again as he held himself higher. Your heart pounded. He leaned further on your left thigh and removed his hand from the other, as you felt fingers poking at your aching heat again.

Could you feel… pulling?

You felt a horrible, obscene slick escape you suddenly when Yuta yanked out your tampon. He pinched it limply in fingers, observing it slightly before placing it on the towel you shared.

“Yuta?!” You whelped. It was ironic. The two of you were sharing an intimate moment with each other, almost completely exposed. But this? It felt somewhat... invasive.

You could sense Yuta shrugging. “It needed to come out.” Before you even had a chance to respond, you could feel him caressing your folds. He was circling his thumb over them, the peak of the eclipse swiping over your cl*t. “Don’t worry, (Name)-chan you look beautiful.”

You looked to him, but he didn’t return the gaze. His stare was boring into your most private parts, hungrily eating up the view. The calloused hand still wrapped around your leg was gripping on tightly, as you felt Yuta dip a finger into your sopping c*nt.

“Fuck.. it’s so.. wet.”

Well, that was a given you supposed. But you knew a lot of what was down there was also probably your usual feminine slick, with the way he was making you ache. He continued pumping his finger in and out, the motion becoming deeper and rougher, him gaining confidence in what you were willing to take in. You could feel your muscles strain around it.

“That’s three.”

“Wait, w-what?!”

“Three fingers, (Name)-chan. You’re drenched down here.” You felt him remove his digits, Spreading them out across your lips. You then felt him draw a line across your inner thighs that intersected your p*ssy in the middle. Was he… playing in it? You decided not to question, you were too caught up in a wanton haze, hips bucking upwards, begging for his touch to return to your most sensitive parts.

“Y-yuta..”

He looked at you and smiled sincerely. “-just need to make sure you’re nice and loose for me, (Name)-chan.” Before you could react, plunging fingers speared your weeping c*nt, pumping with violent pace. You yelped and crumpled in on yourself when you felt his fingers curl against your velvety walls, yielding against the pressure. You squirmed underneath him even more when he began spreading them, parting your insides. You hummed, laying your hand over the top of his head, entwining yourself in the strands of his hair.

He shifted into your touch. “God, love this. So fucking beautiful.”

He peered at you from beneath those dark lashes. “You think you’re ready?”

“Hm?”

“For my cock.”

At that, you nodded, releasing your grasp on his hair and trailing your hand down his chest as he straightened himself, looping his fingers over the sides of his boxers, staining it with blood. He tugged them down, his painfully erect dick springing out into open air. You found yourself surprised at the length. Yet, He was focused on you. Pointing at your top half he asked you, “Can you take all of this off?”

You nodded and complied hurriedly.

When you were done Yuta was quick, grabbing your knees to hold you in place, leaning over to plant yet another doting kiss on your body, This time in the space between your bare breasts. You felt him begin to push into you. He managed the entirety of his length, before pulling himself almost all the way out again. You noticed how he looked down, admiring the sheen of your blood now coating his member. He quickly snapped his hips back into you again, and began assuming a steady pace of rutting. Your legs found themselves wrapping around him, your ankles cross sectioning across his taught upper back. You wanted to tell him it felt good, but the most you could manage was a weak moan.

That seemed to set something off within him. He lunged over you, enveloping your entire body with his own. He planted one hand on the towel beneath you, firmly beside your head. The other found itself groping a t*t, clawing over it to pinch your hard nipple, surrounding the ar*ola with petals of red. His pace was raw and piercing, but the slight discomfort you felt was laced with a more intense pleasure.

You heard him groan. “-god.. You feel so good. Fucking you like this.. It’s just so.. primal.” He was lightly scraping his nails against you, tracing trails of scarlet down your body. You understood what he meant by that perfectly. The way he was looking down at you, almost slavering at the lips at your vulnerable form, like some wild animal lost in it’s lust.

The feeling of it, the sounds of it. It was also so expl*cit. Yet so gratifying. 

You lost yourself, allowing Yuta to abuse your lower half as he pleased, even matching your hips to his punishing motions. The l*wd squelching noises as he fucked into your excessive wetness, the way he played with your sensitive nipple at the same time, your entire being yearning into his ministrations. 

“I-I’ve always dreamt of this, (Name)-chan” You were too lost in a fucked out haze to really respond, humming lightly as you stroked the arm gripping your breast. His pace got even quicker then, rougher. His form that was already entirely draped over yours weighed down on you with even more pressure, the slap of his bucking hips against your buttox resounding loudly. It’s all too much, your legs weak when you cream his c*ck, a wave of release gushing out of you as your heat throbs wildly.

Your limbs go weak as you reel from the org*sm, your walls spasming around Yuta as he continued his bucking.

Yuta’s gaze rests on your dazed expression, his dark eyes settling over you. “You needed my c*ck didn't you?” He moves the hand that was on your bre*st to caress over your face.  “Desperately. I know you did.” 

You felt Yuta’s pace get rougher, losing it’s steady tempo as he chases closer to his climax. He thrusts into you heartily a final time before his release spills into you, closing his eyes as he rides out his orgasm out slowly and tenderly. He remains inside for sometime after, rubbing your hips with his thumb as he admires the mixture of c*m and blood streaming out of your hole and cascading down his dick. 

“Beautiful.”

He looks to your face now, smiling gently. 

“So, do you feel better now, (Name)?”