#i love his eyes that hardly arch when he smiles; i love his upset eyes that actually look upset; his sincere speech; and his adorable famil

[ryllen]

he really grew on me

[kamitv]

▷ Someone Else?

Sypnosis . What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you. / Pairings . (Separate) Nanami Kento x f!reader, Gojo Satoru x f!reader, Toji Fushiguro x f!reader, Choso Kamo x f!reader. / Content . afab!reader, possessiveness, toxic men, rough sex, reader is oblivious to someone flirting with her, praise, overstim, degrading, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, mention of squirting, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k

A/N: Nanami lovers are about to eat GOOD with this one & writing this cured my depression abt Choso. This is based on this anon req btw; JJK men finding out about a close male friend— not proofread, there may be a lot of errors… [MDNI]

★ Choso Kamo

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Is just about all Choso could grunt against your lips as he fucked you down into the mattress. “You understand that, no? You’re all mine, princess.”

Panting heavily, nails scraping at his back, pussy stuffed full of cum that was dripping out and down onto the bed so messily— Choso had you ruined all because he found out you had some guy friend who may have flirted with you today.

“Fuckin’ answer me,” Choso groans. His lips are right against yours, cock buried inches deep into your cunt as your legs remained sprawled out for him.

“Y-Yes, C-Choso-, fuck!” You moan into the air, eyes watering at how rough your husband was being with you.

His head tipped to the side, “Who the fuck did that guy think he was, huh? Flirting with you like you’re not my goddamn wife.”

“C-Choso, p-please-,”

“Please what?” He growls, voice just as rough as his thrusts were with you, “Told’ you I didn’t like that guy months ago.”

Your jaw simply hands open, eyes hardly on your lover above you, “M’sorry.”

Choso scoffs, “I know you are. You should be.” He huffs as his balls slap against your skin with each thrust.

Panting, you gasp out his name, “Choso…” You utter just as a big pout pulls at your lower lip, eyes doe-like as you gaze up at the man.

He cocks his head to the side and his eyes narrow at him, his dick twitching wildly inside you, “Don’t fuckin’ pouttt,” He coos, “Y’let that guy hug you like that today ‘nd you thought I was gonna be okay with that?”

You shake your head and a whine slips out, “N-No, but-“

“Shut up. I wasn’t done talkin’.” Choso cuts off meanly, rolling his eyes afterward, “Months I’ve been tellin’ you to distance yourself from him and yet here we are...” His body presses into yours and you whimper, feeling his hands grip your thighs tight enough to leave marks.

“Choso.” You call out, as if that’ll give you a second to escape him.

He holds back a whine that nearly escapes his throat due to how pretty you looked beneath him. Even upset with you, his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you by the mere sight of you whimpering below him.

“Fuck, I love you baby but damn,” He almost smiles at you, “I thought we talked about this?”

You take a deep breath, “W-We did, I just-“

Choso’s cock hits in deep, pelvis smacking against you constantly, “If you make another excuse for him m’gonna stop,” He tells you, hips slowing for only a second.

“N-No. Don’t stop, please.” You beg before moving your arms to wrap tighter around his neck and tug him closer.

“Mmmh,” He pouts to mock you but can’t deny the fact that the way you tugged him closer to you has his mind growing hazy for a second, “Don’t stop?” Choso asks.

He continues to slow down anyway, not yet coming to a halt but thrusts turning languid and listening to how your pussy messily slicks up his skin.

“Please, Cho, m-m’close.” You whisper, eyes silently begging him.

“Are you?” Choso questions, voice deeper than ever as he smirks, “Y’gonna cum f’me again? Wet up my cock so I can send that asshole a picture ‘nd show him whose dick you’re beggin’ for every night? Huh?”

Your back arches up off the bed a bit and your legs begin to cage around Choso’s waist, “Hahh, mmgh, t-that’s so… mean, Cho,” You whine in response, pouting again as your eyes water.

His pace had picked back up and you were being fucked into the mattress, a filthy mess of cum dripping down onto the bed below where the two of you were connected.

“Mean?” Choso echoes, the coldness of the wedding ring he’s got on his finger pressing further into your legs and making you shudder, “Baby… I can show you mean.”

You slide a hand up into his hair and pull his face closer to yours, attempting to kiss him, “Choso…”

He avoids your little gesture and teases you with a smile as he pulls up a little, “I could send him a video.”

“Choso please,” You frown at your husband’s sudden suggestion.

His dripping tip knocks against the hilt of your cunt, stuffing you full over and over before he finally let out a sigh, “Tch, fine. I won’t,” Choso hums, leaning closer to your face just like you originally wanted him to before whispering, “But don’t let me catch you around him again, okay?”

You nod and your eyes drop to his lips, “Okay.”

“Mh,” Choso hums against you as he finally gives you a slight kiss, feeling how you whine at the loss of the gentle contact when he pulls away, “Now tell me you love me, baby.”

You’re saying it faster than you could even process, “I love you, Cho.”

Oh his entire body reacts to that— hips drawing back, tip teasing your folds for a moment as he taunts you, “Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum eagerly.

His head tips to the side and he smirks, angling himself so that his cockhead bumps up against your clit, “How much?”

“Love you s’much,” You mumble, a slight whines leaving your throat after.

“Aww, do you? Y’love me so much?” Choso coos. His voice was as deep as ever but soft with you nonetheless before he moves his lips to your ear and shifts his cock back down to your twitching hole. Easing himself back in, “Or do you jus’ love gettin fucked like this?” Choso whispers.

The delicious stretch his cock created as it pushed back inside you had you gasping, “B-Both.”

“Both, huh?” Choso scoffs and his lips press against the shell of your ear, “Fuckin’ slut.”

Then he’s dragging his hips back and rutting them down into you with haste, listening to how each thrust makes you gasp and moan. You were so cute when you couldn’t handle him.

Your nails scratched at his scalp and his upper back, leaving bright red marks on his skin and making him hiss. Bulging cock sinking in and out of you so hard that all you could do was hold onto him and moan.

“H-Hhgnn…” You cry out— cunt tightening around him and earning a deep groan.

“Fuuuck, almost forgot you love that,” Choso huffs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk, “Y’like it when I’m mean t’you, huh?”

“Ah, mgh, y-yeah,” Your voice comes in a sultry whimper and Choso groans again with how tight your pussy was clinging onto his cock, sucking him in deeper than he could handle.

His breath grows hot against your ear, “S’that why you let him hug you? You wanted to piss me off?” Thrusting harder and harder with his questions, your eyes begin to roll back.

“M-Maybe,” You manage to respond with a fucked-out smile taking over your expression.

“Maybe? Fuck, you’re so cute, baby.” Choso purrs, “If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you and call you a slut, all you had to do was ask.”

And then he’s doing just as he’s described— plump cockhead abusing your sweet spot by hitting it over and over, “H-Hahh, ah, nngh, t-that’s-, fuck, e-embarrassing Cho.”

Choso chuckles, “Askin’ for me to do somethin’ I’ve done before during sex isn’t embarrassing, baby. Y’know I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

You start pouting all over again, babbling an “M’sorry,” Without really understanding why you’re still apologizing.

“Mhm. Prove it by squirtin’ on me again,” Choso tells you before moving to sit up. He then tugs your thighs over his and fuck does the tip of his dick make you see stars for a second as he repositions himself slightly.

His hands grip onto your hips and he continues his rough pace like it’s nothing, hair disbelieved with a few dark stands sticking to his forehead.

“Cho,” You say in attempt to convince him to slow down for a moment.

Unfortunately for you, your voice only drives him crazier. You were so whiney, it caused blood to rush to the head of his cock and his balls to ache— everything about you was intoxicating.

“I’ll send your lil’ friend a picture of these messy ass sheets afterward, ‘kay?” Choso pants, lips parting as he releases a slight moan from your pussy dripping all over him. Such a messy girl you were, not that he’d prefer you any other way.

“Choso.” You manage almost sternly, sending him a pointed look.

He pouts and decides to play innocent as if his cock wasn’t currently tearing you apart, “Don’t scold me, I gotta do something, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach a hand down and graze his pelvis— making a fail of an attempt at pushing him away, “S’not nice.”

Choso snaps his hips forward as if to make a point and fuck his frustrations right into you, “Good thing m’not tryin’ to be fuckin’ nice then, right?”

★ Nanami Kento

Who swears he was never a jealous man. He's seen the way people look at you time and time again and never has he batted an eye-- why would he? Nanami's confident in himself enough to know that no other man would come in and steal your heart the way he has.

And such confidence remained up until today.

After a long day of work, there's nothing more he wants to come home to than his lovely girlfriend who he's been infatuated with for years now. Yet, today was different.

Walking into the shared apartment, unlike normal, you didn't come running up to him with a hug and a million kisses. Odd, he thought to himself, followed by a call of your name that echoed throughout the home.

"In the kitchen, Ken," You replied back, the sweet sound of your voice making him smile as he puffed out a sigh.

He's not sure where the momentary worry came from but it subsided as he figured you may have been busy with something. As Nanami takes his jacket off, he moves a hand to losen his tie, soon raking a hand through his hair afterward.

The house was awfully quiet, void of sounds of cooking or your voice-- which was, again, odd. Stepping out of his shoes, Nanami steadily makes his way to the kitchen, soon spotting you and feeling a thousand pounds of stress lift off of his shoulders at the mere sight of you.

And in a sundress no less. You were on your phone, fingers tapping away at the screen with a slight smile on your face, your body bent forward against the kitchen counter with your back arched ever so slightly as you stood comfortably.

The sound of footsteps approaching you made you turn your head toward you boyfriend and flash him a loving smile. "Hi Kento, how was work?" You chirped sweetly.

"Fine, my love. How was home?" Nanami replied sweetly as he leaned down to you. A sudden buzz from your phone made you move your gaze and Nanami found himself giving you a slight peck on your lips but your eyes were elsewhere.

Whatever was on your phone must've been quite intriguing. "Home was wonderful. I did some cleaning today so..." You trail off and Nanami just gazes at you as your words fade away.

His brows begin to push together, "So...?"

You blink a few times, fingers tapping away at your screen yet again, "So uh," Trying to focus on both your boyfriend and the male you were texting at the same time was proving to be rather difficult for you.

Hence why Nanami sighs heavily and moves a hand to your back, caressing you gingerly, "Everything alright, love?"

You nod, "Mhm... Sorry about that, Ken. What was I saying again?" You ask as you turn to him with curious eyes.

He gazes at you, wondering how your attention could be so diverted. This was unusual coming from you but he shrugs it off, "You were telling me about how you cleaned up today?"

"Oh! Yes, I was gonna say I felt rather productive today," You finally get out before, again, turning away and to your phone.

Nanami nods his head, "I see. Is there something going on, sweetheart?"

You chuckle, "What? No, why?"

For a moment, your boyfriend does nothing more than watch how consumed you are by the conversation taking place through text on your phone. "You seem awfully distracted, is all," He sighs.

"Ohhh, no," You smile, "It's just this coworker of mine was wondering why I didn't show up today and then he and I-"

"He?" Nanami echoes aloud mistakenly. He hadn't meant to voice that, it was more of a thought.

Slowly, your head turns to your boyfriend yet again and despite the smile on your face, your brows push together and your expression is skeptical, "Yes, Kento, he. Is that an issue?"

"No, of course not," Nanami shakes his head before glancing off to the side with a shrug, "I just wasn't aware you were so close with any of your male coworkers."

You blink, "I'm really not, it's just him."

For some reason, his heart pangs a bit as you say that, "Just him, huh?" Nanami hums to himself.

"Mhm," You nod. Then, ignoring the clear attitude this has brought on, you turn to your phone and return to your texting.

Steadily, Nanami's eyes trail back over to you and he watches you type before rolling his eyes. He's not even sure why this is bothering him but he then moves to stand behind you, his crotch pressing into your ass as he begins to crave more of your attention.

He's truly not used to it being on anyone else that's not him.

"And what are you two discussing now that's so..." His words trail for a minute, eyes dragging along the slight curve in your back as you remained arched perfectly in such an effortless way, "...Important," Nanami soon finishes with a sharp narrow of his eyes.

"Well, he asked to come over for some reason and I'm not really sure how to respond," You reply honestly as you stare at the most recently received text.

Nanami's head cocks back a bit and he scoffs, "He's asked to come over?"

You nod, "Yes."

There's a pause but then your boyfriend leans forward and you can feel his muscular thighs press into the back of yours as his torso leans over. A hand is placed on the counter beside your waist and you look back over your shoulder to see Nanami nearing you.

His gentle eyes meet yours, "Can I see?"

You grin innocently, having nothing to hide from him whatsoever, "Sure," Handing him your phone, Nanami doesn't hesitate to read the messages exchanged from the past hour or so, seeing that this coworker of yours has be trying to flirt with you for some time now.

"Hm," He hums, "Does he always refer to you as uh," He clicks his tongue and scoffs, "Pretty girl?"

You shrug, "Well, yes and I've asked him to stop-"

"And yet you keep talking to him instead of blocking his number?" Nanami cuts off faster than he means to, eyes flipping up from the phone and to your face.

You flash a sheepish little smile, not exactly understanding the issue here, "I mean, he is my coworker."

For a moment, the two of you just stare at one another. Nanami seems to be bothered but not exactly upset just yet, his brown eyes boring into yours as you have this completely clueless look on your face.

Weighing his head to the side ever so slightly, "...That enjoys flirting with you despite knowing you have a boyfriend?" Nanami finishes your statement for you questionably.

You bat your eyes at him and your brows go up, "W-Well-"

"Y'know what," Nanami places your phone down, "Why don't you invite him over?" He suddenly suggests.

You’re taken all the way back by the sudden statement, giving your boyfriend nothing more than a blank stare before uttering a baffled, "Huh?"

"Tell him he can come over,” He repeats, sliding the phone toward your hands and then moving his own to his belt. There’s a slight shuffle as he unbuckles his belt, the simply clacks making your heart skip a steady beat as you realize where he’s going with this. “I'll should be done by the time he gets here,” Nanami says.

Again, you blink in a confused manner before taking your phone up and doing as he’s just suggested— telling your coworker he can make his way over to you.

After which, you turn off your phone and return your eyes back to your boyfriend whose hands were busy tossing his belt onto the nearby floor. Your eyes then dropped down to his crotch and you swayed your hips to the side a bit to get a better look— spotting the heavy tent in his pants and gulping at the sight.

“Kento…” You hush out, earning a hum from him, “Is everything alright?” Your tone was so very soft and sappy with him, the sound making his heart ache in emotions beyond comprehension.

“Of course, my love,” He replies gently, sending you a quick smile, “I just need you right now, is that okay?”

Your gaze lifts and you meet his pretty brown eyes, lashes fluttering at how handsome he looks standing behind you, “You know that’s okay Ken, I’m all yours.”

He just about forgets the idea of restraint after that statement of yours. Of course he knows you’re all his but hearing it come out of your mouth with zero hesitation even after having another man flirt with you was…

Well, it was reassurance. Reassurance Nanami didn’t realize he enjoyed hearing.

Which is why he has you repeating similar phrases like that within the next few minutes as he fucks you into the kitchen counter.

Hips bruising with the way they were pressed into the counter edge, panties tugged to the side and nearly ripped off of you, back arched like a goddamn slut for your boyfriend, and messy folds stretched open as Nanami pounded his heavy cock into your tight hole— you were soon on cloud nine.

“Repeat that for me love,” Nanami grunts, breath coming out in heavy pants as his hips clash into yours over and over and over again.

You could hardly breathe properly and your mind was all frazzled, nearly everything that came out of your mouth was a moan and yet he still expected you to speak to him.

“K-Kento,” You gasp his name in erotic breathes, “Fuuuck, hahh, I… I said m’all yours,”

A sharper thrust is given in response to you, one of his hands gripping onto the bundled part of your dress at your lower back and the other coming down hard on your ass, “Yeah? All mine to ruin, right?” Nanami huffs out.

All you could do was nod, “Uhuh.” His hips were to damn harsh against your ass, thick cock drilling into your hole despite how lovingly he was speaking to you not too long ago.

“All mine to fuck senseless,” Nanami continues, his aroused tone making your cunt tighten around him.

Your jaw falls open as he starts knocking into that sappy spot inside you, each thrust making your legs quake and the fat of your ass ripple against him, “Yes Ken-, f-fuck.” You stammer, eyes watering and your nails scraping against the counter.

“Oh darling,” He groans, tossing his head back and then moaning at how wet you were for him, how easy it was for his cock to slide in and out and in and out, “Do you have any idea what you to t’me? Huh?” Nanami huffs.

“Mhmm,” You barely whine in response, your body jerking forward with his every mean thrust.

Steadily, he rolls his head back into place, eyes glancing down at the obscene stretch of your pussy lips around the shaft of his cock, “Are you sure? Y’know it upsets me to see another man flirt with you,” He says, voice surprising sturdy despite how well you’re taking him.

“M’sorry Ken,” You’re quick to apologize as if you’ve done something wrong and your boyfriend frowns at you.

“Huh. No need to be sorry, sweetheart,” Nanami coos, and god you feel your legs drawing together at how gentle his tone is with you. “S’not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He whispers.

Followed by which is the slight shift in his hips, angling his thrusts a little and causing your entire body to twitch below him. Nanami knows every inch of your body like the back of his hand.

How could he not? He’s studied you very closely— hence why the slight shift causes the curve of his cock to just drill into you so hard that you’re seeing stars.

“Mmgh, ahh, hahh, K-Kento,” You whine, your torso beginning to lift from the counter as if to try to escape his thrusts for a moment.

Jaw gone slack, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, nails scraping for some kind of hold, and legs shaking as they drew together— you were losing your mind.

“Hm?” Nanami replies so simply, too simply, as if he wasn’t currently fucking the air out of your lungs.

You gasp and your voice grows airy, “Fuck-, oh fuck… m’gonna cum again.”

He tilts his head and smiles, “Again? Aw, you’re so messy for me today,” Nanami says before his hand shifts into the arch of your back and he presses you down onto the counter.

Pinned, you could no longer try and escape his mean thrusts for even a second. Nanami was relentless with you, cock fucking you full, pussy drooling against him, coating his veins— you couldn’t even formulate proper sentences anymore.

“Hhggnh, hahhh, ah, ah…” You moaned loudly with not a single care in the world, eyes rolling back as your cheek pressed into the cold kitchen counter.

“So loud too,” Nanami comments. Then he’s leaning closer to you, cock bottoming you out and making you gasp and whimper.

“Kenn,” Is all you could say for a moment, eyes watering and breath leaving you.

His voice is suddenly next to your ear as his muscular frame leans over yours, “Yes love? I’m right here.” He emphasizes that last word with a deep thrust, making your legs nearly give out for a second.

“I know, I know-,” You babble, trying to pull your head away from his to escape his deep tone in your ear. “Fuck, fuuck, I feel you s’deep.” You whimper again, pouting while trying to catch a moment to breathe.

“Mmhmm, feel me riiight there, huh?” Nanami asks. And god was he right where you wanted him, fat cockhead jerking into your sweet spot and turning your legs into utter mush beneath him.

“Y-Yes, yes, m-mhmm,” Your squeeze shut and a tear rolls down your cheek, heavy pants leaving your throat, “Shit.”

Nanami moves to kiss the crown of your ear lovingly, “Aw, look at you. You close, pretty?”

You’re quick to nod without second thought, “Yes.”

“C’mon then,” His lips move and press against your ear, “Give it to me.”

And then you’re coming undone, repeating his name over and over, “K-Kento, Kento fuck-, Ken.” He loves it too, smiling against your ear as he grunts at the way your cunt throbs and twitches as you cum on his cock.

“Hahh, you sound so pretty moaning my name like that,” He comments before pulling away from your ear, “Look at me while you do it this time,” He utters, earning a steady turn of your head as you angle it back to meet his gaze. Then he smiles at you, hips rolling into you and tip smearing against your gummy walls, “Mhm, thaaat’s it— good girl.”

“Mmh, mmgh!” Your eyes flicker as he slows down to you can really feel him. “Ahh… K-Ken,” You whisper.

His cock aches inside you, “Repeat that, what’s my name?”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Kento.”

“Whose cock are you makin’ a mess on right now?” He questions, tone a but harsh with you as he drags his hips back.

Snapping them forward just as you answer him, you end up stuttering, “Y-Yours Ken.”

“Mhm,” His brows tense as he pulls back yet again. This time, he moves a hand around and grabs ahold of your jaw, tugging your body up off the counter a bit and your face closer to his, “Last question. Who do you belong to, hm?”

“Y-You Kento, m’all yours,” You pant, lips wet with drool and eyes glossy from tears.

All Nanami does is flash a slight smile before he’s rutting his cock right back into you, watching and listening to the way oxygen leaves your lungs, “That’s right. All fuckin’ mine.” Nanami groans, lips nearing yours with the way he pulls you closer to him. Then he’s whispering, “And your little coworkers gonna understand that after today.”

Just before his lips are on yours, you manage a staggered little, “W-What?” In question.

He chuckles, “Oh, you didn’t hear him? He knocked on the door a few minutes ago,” Nanami tells you, watching your entire face twist up as you’re too fucked out to really understand that. “I’m sure he heard you moaning my name…”

★ Toji Fushiguro

“So, you hate me, huh?” Toji dramatically huffs out as soon as the two of you enter your home again.

You groan and stomp off to your shared bedroom, trying to escape your annoyingly jealous husband due to what’s recently occurred. You’re apparently not allowed to be friends with his friends— or at least, not Shiu Kong allegedly.

Toji’s quick to stride into the bedroom behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets as he watches you storm around the room with a smirk on his face. You were so cute when you were annoyed with him.

Tipping his head to the left, his eyes narrow at you snatching your jacket off as you tried to give him the silent treatment, “Not sure why you’re so upset, y’know. I wasn’t the one pressin’ my tits into someone’s face,” He scoffs.

His hands lift out of his pockets and he crosses his arms over his beefy chest, eyes yet to leave your overly annoyed figure standing by the bed.

You send him a pointed glare before openly rolling your eyes at him, letting him know you’re upset.

Toji cocks his head back at the gesture and his brows raise, “Fucks’ your problem, huh? Mad at me ‘cause of somethin’ you did?”

“No, Fushiguro. Leave me alone,” You huff, frustrated frown etching its way across your lips.

“Ohh, now she decides to speak? And she uses our last name to address me too?” Toji’s baffled by your little attitude, a bit entertained, but baffled nonetheless.

You sigh loudly and move to grab your nearest sweatpants, “Leave me alone.”

“Why, huh?” Toji scoffs, “Y’mad about what I said to Shiu?”

Your eyes move to a slow blink before you click your tongue, “Well, seeing as you told him never to come around us again and that I’m, apparently, ‘not his fuckin’ friend’, maybe.”

Toji doesn’t react much to you mocking him and his expression stays relatively the same, “The hell is wrong with my statement?”

“I made a mistake and you took it out on him,” You explain as you tug your sweats on and move to take your shirt off.

“No, you both made a mistake ‘nd I’m takin’ it out on both of you.” Toji corrects. He was a bit more upset than he led on, “Your dumb ass leaned over him for some stupid fuckin’ water bottle and his eyes went to your tits as if it were second nature.”

You grit your teeth, “It was an accident Toji.”

“Nah, fuck that. Accident my goddamn ass, how many times has he looked at you like that, huh?” Your husband suddenly questions, sounding like he was implying something more as he took a step closer to the bed.

Your brows push together and you shrug, “I don’t know-“

“Oh and let’s not forget the way he grabbed your waist to, what?” He scoffs, “‘Help’ you? ‘Keep you steady’?” Toji continues, hardly giving you a second to even try and respond, “Not sure where ya’ brains at today doll, but Shiu is way too fuckin’ comfortable touchin’ you and I don’t like it.”

You shoot him nothing more than a blank yet frustrated stare, “Toji.”

His eyes are already on yours, giving you the same energy through his looks, “What?”

Sighing, “You’re being dramatic.” You tell him.

That ticks him off just right because then his face is twisting up into a scowl, “Dramatic? I’m being fuckin’ dramatic? Girl don’t piss me off,” Toji warns.

You find the nerve to laugh at him, “Don’t piss you off? Toji you’ve been whining about this all damn day. It’s over now, isn’t it?”

He decides to ignore your little jab at him and he steadily walks over to the side of the bed you’re standing at, “No, it’s not. You haven’t even apologized.”

You chuckle, “For what?”

He finds himself standing not too far from you, glaring at your confused facial expression, “Bein’ mad at me for no damn reason, that’s what.”

You roll your eyes at him again, “Toji you told me I can’t be friends with your friend.”

“Maybe because he wants to fuck you?” Toji fires back.

Another scoff leaves you and you start shaking your head at your husband's ridiculous claims, “He doesn’t.”

“Soo, he just looked at your tits for no reason?" Toji asks, leaning toward you a bit and tilting is head as if to intimidate you, "He grabs your waist ‘nd says, 'I got you sweetheart' for no fuckin’ reason, right?”

Your throat runs dry at that. You may have forgotten Shiu said that to you, having not really paid much attention to it when he did, “I-“

“Do you not know what the fuck flirting looks like?” Toji lectures, taking one last step toward you so that his body was hardly an inch away from yours.

Your head tips back a bit so that you could look up at him, swallowing hard at how upset your husband seems to be and all your confidence on the matter nearly fading. “I do, but-“

“There is no but. He wants to fuck my wife," He interrupts, "Why the hell would I let you two be friends knowing that?”

That's when you sigh again, “Toji, you don’t know that he wants to fuck me, you’re assuming things-“

One of his hands flies up to his face and he starts rubbing his temples out of pure frustration, “Woman, he checks you out at every chance he gets when he thinks I’m not payin’ attention.”

“He-“

“He touched you all too inappropriately, right in front of me," Toji reminds you.

You try to take up for Shiu's actions, still not seeing what the issue behind it was, “He was making sure I didn’t fall over.”

A little pissed of smirk tugs at the corner of Toji's scared lips and he turns his head to the side as he looks away from you, scoffing, “Riiiiight.”

“I’m serious!” You utter pleadingly.

“So..." Toji slowly returns his gaze to you and his voice gets stern, "You don’t see anything sexual behind a man holding your waist and saying 'I got you sweetheart'?”

“No.” You reply confidently.

“Hm. Alright, then." Your husband nods before he's moving to pull his shirt up and over his head, your eyes widening at the man as one of his hands then go to your waist and he tugs your body to his, "Lemme show you somethin’ if that’s the case...”

And then you’re on the bed with your husband moments later— bouncing up and down on his hard cock as Toji fucked up into you, your tits jumping in his face, jaw hanging open, and his hands holding right onto your waist.

“See what I mean now?” Toji huffs, “See how fuckin’ sexual this shit is?”

“T-Toji-, hahhh, fuck, t-this is so much different," You moan at the constant stretch of his fat cock rutting up into your swollen folds, one of his thumbs at your clit as rolling circles over the twitching bud.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m doin’ what he fantasizes about," Toji tells you, smiling a bit as he watches your face twist up.

Your brows tensed and your jaw fell as his leaky cockhead drilled deep into you, “M-Mmgh, s-so… big.” You whine with your hands at his shoulders and nails scraping him as his harsh thrusts made your body jerk upward.

Toji's steel grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling off of you, his fingers digging into your skin. Every time he thrusted his hips up, he'd use his grip to tug you back down-- forcing your cunt to spread open over his aching cock over and over, “Aww, don’t worry sweetheart, I gotchu’."

You gasp at his words, core throbbing due to his heavy tone, “Fuck-“

“Yeahh, see how fuckin’ wet that shit made you? Knew’ you weren’t fuckin’ stupid," Toji grunts out. He was so mean to you, taking out his frustrations from earlier on your pussy by soon spitting down on the, already, filthy mess below, adding to the slickness of it all and making you twitch.

Your hips try their best to keep up with him, rutting and rocking forward to keep his cock sucked deep inside you, “S-Shut up,” You tell your husband only to earn a scoff.

“Nahh," Toji begins to move his hands and your heart jumps. He tugs your torso near his before he's wrapping his big arms around your waist, locking you into place above him with your chest sandwiched against his, "Apologize t’me."

Your brows furrow and your eyes gloss over as his hips begin to pound his swollen cock up into you, obscene squelches of your cunt following as he does so. Your words come out in a whiney stammer, “F-For what-“

“Playin’ fuckin’ dumb, that’s what," Toji cuts off, eyes staring right into yours as he watched your face sink into that pretty fucked out state.

“Shiit," You gasp at how you couldn't move an inch, couldn't pull away or slow his thrusts down for a moment, forced to take every thick inch of his cock, "O-Okay, m’sorry-,”

Toji smiles, “Again.”

“M’sorry Toji," You whine. His arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you couldn’t even look away from him. You were both embarrassed and being fucked to tears simultaneously.

“Mmmh, without the mumblin’ this time," Toji instructs, gaze dropping to your wet lips so he can watch how you struggle, "Talk proper to me, girl.”

And of course, right after he he says that to you, he decides to then flip you both over so he's on top. “I-, hahh," You pant at the way his hands move to your legs and press them down against your chest, folding you up just how he wants to. "I’m… s-sorry Toji," You cry out.

With the way he's bucking his hips down into you, suddely calculated with his thrusts and making your eyes go wide. You were on the verge of screaming his name with how good his cock felt splitting you open.

“Close, but y’still stuttered," Toji tells you. His breathing was growing just as heavy as yours but that didn't stop him from teasing you for even a second.

“Fuck you-," You breathe out, earning a smile from him, "...I’m sorry.” You end up saying anyway because how could you disobey your husband when he's got you folded up like this, his veins throbbing against your gummy walls as you squeezed the life out of his cock.

Toji tilts his head a little, “Sorry what?”

“I-I’m sorry Toji," You correct yourself before he's leaning his weight onto you and god his cock pushes impossibly deeper. You were so full of him that air was getting hard to come by.

“Oneee more time f’me, baby," Toji whispers all of a sudden, his face close to yours and your legs practically over his shoulders. "C’mon, you can do it.”

“Hhgnnn… oh-, mmgh… I…" Your jaw falls open again and you struggle. His cockhead was hitting your insides right where you needed him, you could feel your core tensing and your legs going numb, "...I’m sorry Toji.”

Your husband smiles at you, “There ya’ gooo, atta’ girllll.” He praises, feeling the way your pussy narrows tightly around his cock just as you start cumming on him.

“Fuck.” Is the most you could get out of your mouth that wasn't an incoherent moan.

Then Toji notices you trying to move your hands to push him away a little and he softens his tone, “Hey, stop thaat, don’t give out on me," Toji coos, the sudden softness making your stomach churn before he moves a thumb to your clit again, "I gotchu’, pretty girl.”

“F-Fuck. Ohmygod-“ Your back arches up off the bed a bit and you whimper.

Toji just gawks at you, “Uhuh, now… y’won’t talk to Shiu again after this, right?” He questions, juuust to be sure you got the message after all this.

You nod in agreement, “N-No, I-, mmh, I won't t-talk t'him again…”

Fat cock rolling down into your pussy, your slick making his cock slid in so easily, “Y'sure?”

You nod, “Yes.”

Toji pouts a little just to mock the face you were making, “Yes who?”

Your eyes just barely meet his and his thumb presses against your clit, making your voice come out in a moan, “Yes Toji.”

“Mh," He hums, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, "Good girl.”

★ Gojo Satoru

He doesn’t even let you explain yourself.

One ninety-second hug with some guy you claim you’ve known since college, his arms around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck— was just about all it took for Gojo to get the picture.

Then there was the way the guy whispered into your ear and you laughed-, no, giggled at whatever was said.

What else does Gojo need to know after that? Clearly you forgot who you’ve been dating for the past few years…

Which is why Gojo reminds you through rough backshots in the backseat of your car as soon as you return to him. He hand a heavy hand on the back of your head, pressing your face down against the carseat as his toned hips clashed into your ass.

Swollen cockhead pushing past your twitching folds for the nth time while he bullies into your pussy. The loud smack of his balls against you fills the entirety of the vehicle, Gojo’s free hand pressing down into your arch and furthering it for him so he could angle his dick into that spot that makes you utterly weak.

“Wonder what the hell was so funny,” He huffs. He’s breathless by this point, having been dirty talking your ear off and giving you no time to respond— telling you how pretty your pussy looks taking every inch of him and how cute you sound crying his name into the seat.

“M-Mmgh, hnngh… ahh, S-Satoru,” Your voice was muffled against the carseat but neither of you cared, he heard you clear enough.

“Hm? What was so funny, baby? Tell me,” Gojo requests, not slowing his thrusts down for even a moment.

Merciless, he was. Fucking you like you were a goddamn slut off the street and he was a sex-deprived man, his pelvis was so angry against you, leaving marks with how harshly it met your ass, a hand moving every now and then just to palm the fat of the slight curve.

You were too busy drooling onto the carseat, cockdrunk out of your mind and fucked out beyond belief. You don’t think Gojo’s ever fucked you this hard before— the car was rocking with his every thrust and you’re pretty sure your muffled moans could be heard from outside the vehicle.

Sure, your windows had tint on them but it still wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going in within the car.

“What was he sayin’ t’you? Huh? Was he tellin’ you how badly he wants to fuck you? S’that why you laughed?” Gojo scoffs, still giving you no time to respond whatsoever, “I’d laugh too, shit… No one gets to fuck you aside from me, after all.” He finishes off with a cheeky little shrug.

You hated how much he was rambling right now but your brain was too consumed in pleasure to really care, “Toruu, fuuck-, oh, mmh…”

“No one else gets to feel this pussy suck the soul outta’ their cock, right?” Gojo groans, tossing his head back and drilling himself into the hilt, almost as if he were trying to reach deeper, “Jus’ me?”

All you can do is hum messily, “Mhmmm.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and his hand lands across your ass again, head moving yo look down at the marks he’s left thus far before he cracks a smile, “Say it.”

“J-Jus’ you, ‘Toru.” Your voice was small, hardly audible but Gojo didn’t much care, he’d heard enough anyway.

So, he smiles at your struggle in speech, finding you nothing but adorable in this state, “Yeahh, that’s my girll.”

Then he’s moving his hands, feeling every inch of your body like he always does. There’s never a single part of you that goes untouched by Gojo Satoru when he fucks you. And as of right now, his large hands were taking place on your ass, spreading you apart to get a better look at your wet parted folds sucking in his cock.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ pretty takin’ my dick like this too. I mean damn,” Gojo lets out a moan in between his sentence, unable to help himself at the sight before him, “Look at her drip all over me. She’s nasty, baby.”

Then he’s slowing his thrusts, but not stopping. Instead he gets calculated, fucking his cock in slow but pointed, top poking at your gummy spot and making your legs quake.

Drool smears across your cheek and your face was a goddamn mess but, you’d worry about all that later, “S-S’toru…”

“Mhm, I know, you’re about t’cum again, huh?” Gojo hums sweetly, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him in making his brows tense.

You were in complete disarray— debauched and filthy just how he liked. Shooting a glop of spit down onto his cock, he watched with a smile as he eases forward before there’s nothing more than an inch left out of you, only to thrust the last bit in and watch your fingers curl as you scrape against the seat.

“Uhuhh,” You breathe helplessly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, “Gonna make another mess on me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeahh.”

“Mhm, good,” Gojo praises lightly before pulling out. He takes his cock into one of his hands and taps it against your pussy folds, listening to the light and wet smack his cock made against you and biting his lower lip, “But y’know… I wonder what had you so wet, baby.” He teases.

That was the only chance you got to catch your recently lost breath and you angle your head back a little to look at him, “Hm?”

Gojo’s eyes were down as he watched himself play with your pussy, smearing his leaky his tip in between your folds, “Was it him? Did he tell you how pretty you looked today? Hm?” Gojo wonders, “S’that why your cunt was droolin’ before I could even get your panties off?”

Your brows tense and you try wiggling your hips back a little, “N-No…”

“No? Aw, so what was it then?” Your boyfriend questions curiously. He’s now pushing an inch in and out of your cunt, watching how your pussy twitches everytime he pulls out and chuckling at you, “Surely it wasn’t the way I was rubbin’ my fingers against you… Nah, you were too busy thinkin’ about that other guy, right?”

You groan, “No, ‘Toru.”

He snickers, “No? Buut, you guys looked like you had a great convo.”

“W-We did but that’s only cause… hahh… mmmh, I-,” Gojo starts inching more of his cock into you and you struggle to finish explaining. After taking a deep breath, “I spent the whole time talkin’ a-about you.”

“Aww, really?” His hips snap forward after you say that, “Fuck, you bragged about me?” Gojo moans out, face growing hot with arousal.

Nodding, you hum in response, “Mhmm.”

“Shiit, that almost makes me feel bad,” Gojo pouts a little before shifting his palm over your ass, caressing your skin tenderly.

He’s still rutting his dick in and out of you but his voice and his touch is much softer.

“W-Why?” You ask.

“Cause’…. I’m fuckin’ you like you did somethin’ wrong for no reason…” Gojo whispers, seeming to be disappointed in himself for a second.

Then, he sees the way your eyes go back as his cock hits that one spot again, “Mmgh.. S-Satoru, r-right theree…”

And with that, he’s no longer disappointed and shrugs off all his doubts, going on to fuck you like he’s mad at you, “S’okay tho’, you like me like this anyway…”

p.s. ty guys for 1k followers here :3

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Wetter than Rain ~ Remus

Summary: Remus helps you relax while studying for exams

Warnings: smut, oral

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It was a rainy night before exam week, and the library was packed. You could hear the raindrops hitting the glass pane beside you, but you couldn’t afford to be distracted. You were cramming for arithmancy, a subject you regretted taking. You sighed and put your head in your heads. Your brain felt like it was going to explode.

“You look like you need a break,” a voice said from behind you. You jerked up to see Remus leaning on your desk, his left hand trailing behind your ear to push away the hairs from your face. You purred into the touch. Leave it up to Remus to be the biggest distraction of them all.

“I do,” you said, looking back to your papers, “but I really can’t. I still can’t figure out this one problem and if I’m not prepared by Monday, I might fail the class.” Tears welled in your eyes. You had always prided yourself on your schoolwork, and this class was destroying your self esteem. Remus knelt down to look at your face.

“My love,” he said, in a hushed voice, “you won’t be able to study while you’re upset. And besides, you’re forgetting that I’m also in your class. Let me help you, darling. Let’s go back to the dorms.” With that he stood up and offered you his hand. You couldn’t help but let a small smile spread across your face as you took his hand and began packing up your things. He was patient, and his energy calmed you. He was always so composed, always so sure that you were going to do amazing things. You wished you could see yourself the way Remus saw you. He began to lead you out of the library, weaving through the rows of students hovering over their desks in low whispers. Just as you were about the head towards the exit, Remus pulled your hand to the left, dragging you towards the corner of the library behind rows of shelves.

“Remus-”

Before you could take a breath, his mouth was on yours. His slender fingers crept their way up your legs as he pinned you helplessly against a shelf, rubbing his thumb softly on your inner thigh. You moaned softly into his kiss, arching your back and urging him to continue. The soft rain drowned out any thoughts of sanity as Remus reached further under your skirt. He hadn’t broken your kiss when he reached your panties, lightly brushing his slender fingers against your heat, earning a gasp from you. He teased you, brushing his fingers from your core back down to your leg, all while using his tongue to deepen your kiss. Your brows furrowed on your face, but this time not from stress. Your mouth hung wide open as he began to move behind your ear, then down your neck to your sweet spot. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

“Rem, can we please go back to your dorm,” a thought of clarity hit you as your underwear began to soak clean through. He hummed into your neck and let out a merciless chuckle.

“We can go back when it’s time to study, but first I need to help my girl relax,” he breathed out in a husky voice. You could’ve came by just listening to him talk. But alas, Remus wouldn’t let that happen. Before you could register what was happening, he had dropped onto his knees and buried his head under the pleats of your skirt. As if he’d down this a hundred times before, (he had), he moved your panties to the side and pressed his lips onto your clit. You gasped before stuffing your mouth with the back of your hand. At least the rain kept a steady noise in the library, or else you were sure the laps of his tongue could be heard. He didn’t begin slow, and his tempo hardly changed as his hand gripped your backside, hungrily pulling you into his face. You were having a hard time balancing as he used his full strength to keep you latched onto his mouth, his tongue merciless as he lapped at your clit, and then down into heat where he greedily drank you like amortentia. You were close, and he could feel you begin to twitch around his tongue. He moved his lips back up to attack your bud, and filled you back up with his long finger, pumping and in an out of you as your walls began to clench tighter.

“Please- Merlin, Remus I’m going-”

He hummed with permission as his pressure increased on your pussy. Your head fell back into the shelf with a thud as you shuddered and came onto his face, your legs buckling as you rode out your high. His arms held you up in support as he emerged from under your skirt with a glossy chin and a smile.

“Do you feel better?” He asked cheekily as he kissed your thigh. You smacked him atop his head.

“You couldn’t have taken me back to the dorm?” You stood there panting, leaning your hands on his shoulder for support. He stood up and straightened out your skirt.

“Im sorry, I couldn’t help it. I was famished,” he gave a cheeky grin before kissing your forehead and grabbing your bag off the floor, “Now c’mon, dove. Time to study.”

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Three for One 8

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: Almost to the holiday.

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“Well,” Ransom stops in the doorway as you stand on the tile, Ernie at your heels, “grab a bowl for the damn dog.”

You look at him but say nothing. Ernie isn’t mean without reason so you hardly feel bad for him. He must’ve done something really bad to make the giant sweetheart into such a beast.

You go to the counter and reach to the cupboard. He doesn’t offer any direction as you find only glasses and mugs inside. You move to the next; dry goods and cans. You shift back the other way and pop open another door; there’s a stack of bowls inside. A bit small but it’ll have to do.

As you clasp the edge of the bowl, you feel a sudden presence behind you. Before you can react, Ransom is against you, his arms hooking under yours as he cups your tits in his hands. He rocks with you as Ernie snarls.

“Get the dog to shut up,” he squeezes. “Or I’ll feed it bleach.”

You call Ernie’s name. He gives one last rumble but quiets. You set the bowl on the counter as Ransom leans into you, nuzzling your head as he fondles you. You hope he can’t feel your heart pounding.

“Mmm, they feel just as nice as they look. Why don’t you slip that sweater off so I can get a taste,” he pushes you against the counter, “you give that fuzzy-lipped bastard the good stuff–”

“Goddamnit,” Andy’s hiss cuts through the tension. Ransom sighs onto your hair, giving a tweak through the wool before reluctantly parting, “keep your hands to yourself.”

“Oh, come on,” Ransom spins and stomps his foot, “what are we even waiting for? We do all this–” He gestures with his hand, “and you’re bossing me around like a child.”

“You are,” Andy accuses as he approaches and puts down the bag of kibble on the counter, “I salvaged what I can,” he says to you directly.

“Um, thank you,” you swallow. He smiles before he faces the other man again, “we haven’t even opened our presents.”

Ransom narrows his eyes as his cheek ticks. He arches a brow and shrugs, “fine. So why don’t we get it over with?”

“Breakfast first,” Andy insists. “It’s tradition.”

“Who’s fucking tradition?”

“They have to start somewhere, don’t they?” Andy challenges. 

You frown. Tradition. You really hope you don’t have time to build any of those.

“Honey, you stay, help me with breakfast,” Andy turns his back on Ransom, “the other two can get the table ready…” he pauses and looks over his shoulder, “you can handle that, can’t you?”

Ransom’s nostrils flare and he bares his teeth. He kind of reminds you of Ernie when he does that. The dog tilts his head curiously as he watches the scene, ignorant of the words but sensing the vibes.

“You’d be surprised what I’m capable of,” Ransom growls. “Have fun playing fucking house.”

He storms off, his shoulder hitting the door frame in his anger and drawing a grunt from him. You flinch and bring your hands up to wring. Andy tuts and faces the counter, glancing over at you.

“Are you alright, honey?” He asks, letting his hand fingers flutter to the edge of your cuff.

“Yeah,” you answer smally. That’s what he wants. For you to be helpless, to need him. And you do, just not the way he intends. “He… he isn’t nice like you.”

The corners of his lips curve just a little as his eyes search you, “you think so?”

You nod and slide the bowl off the counter, “I’m going to feed Ernie.”

“Alright,” he relents and takes a step back, “uh, yeah, he’s probably starving.”

You move around Andy and dip the bowl into the bag of kibble. He clears his throat and goes to work, pulling down ingredients. Nothing fancy. He sets a box of pancake batter as he pulls the waffle maker away from the wall. Your stomach growls loudly and Andy grins in your direction.

“You too, huh?”

You smile over the bowl of kibble in your hands, “a little, yeah.” You turn to Ernie as he sniffs the air and drools. You go to him and bend your knees to put the bowl on the floor. You know he’s watching. Good, he’s just as simple as the others.

🎀

You’re the only one who seems interested in the meal. Only because it gives you something to focus on to keep your imagination from straying too far. Of course, you’re not as stupid as these men think. You know all too well their intent. Yet there efforts continue to confound you.

You offer to clean up. Another excuse to keep yourself busy. Away from them. Andy insists that he does that task and sends you off the other two to the front room. You’re less than eager to walk between them as they get closer and closer, nearly squishing you as you reach your destination.

You flit away from them and claim a spot in the lone armchair. Ernie follows and sits at your feet. He keeps his head up, panting as he watches the men and you avoid looking at them altogether. Lloyd strolls along the mantle and sucks his teeth as Ransom sits on the extension of the sectional.

“Fucking lame…” Lloyd mutters.

“Tell me about it,” Ransom agrees, the clink of dishes sounding from the kitchen.

You hate to admit it so you won’t, but they’re right. 

Your eyes drift along and settle on the tree. There are a slew of wrapped gifts underneath. They weren’t there the day before.

The awkward silence doesn’t last long as Andy emerges. He looks around, tucking his hands in his pockets as he takes in the room. He’s not in his typical suit. You didn’t take time to notice before but he looks cozy. He wears a blue sweater and a pair of jeans a shade darker. It makes him look softer than usual.

You check the other men. They’re not very festive. They wear what you can only assume is their usual look. Lloyd in a tight black tee which does little to conceal the buds of his nipples. Your gaze wants to fixate there but you resist that odd temptation. He’s paired the dark top with a pair of pine striped ankle pants and velvet loafers. You call it douche formal. The customers who dress like that usually don’t even understand how to check the website.

Then Ransom. Not too dissimilar to Andy but still himself. An ivory sweater with brown pants, a locket peeking out below his collar from the slim gold chain around his neck. It screams rich prick trying too hard to look like he’s not trying.

The one thing these men have in common is their ignorance. They don’t know, they never considered that you can read them. You spent years in retail, you know people. A little more than you like. They took your demeanour as innocent and naive, they don’t consider it as defensive.

“Alright, finally, let’s open some presents,” Andy claps his hands together.

“Before we start,” Lloyd leans beside the mantle, “I have a question?”

Andy looks at him, waiting.

“Shouldn't you be doing this with your family–”

“Shut the fuck up,” Andy snaps but stops himself, showing his palm, “that’s not for you to worry about.”

“I’m looking out for you–”

“I know what you’re doing,” Andy points at him.

Lloyd snickers.

“I’d like to make a suggestion,” Ransom stands, Ernie tense as he does. They look at each other. “Can we put the dog away?

All three men look at Ernie. You look back at them as you reach to pet the dog’s broad head.

“He’s not hurting anyone,” you plead.

“Not yet,” Ransom scoffs.

“Look, pussy cat, you’re lucky that thing’s even here.”

You want to scowl and bite back. They knew you had a dog when they took you. You mentioned him several times. It’s not exactly your fault they didn’t factor him into the equation.

“We don’t want him to get worked up,” Andy assuages, “why don’t you take him to your room for now? We wouldn’t want him to ruin any of your gifts.”

“He won’t,” you argue, not quick enough to stop yourself. “He’s trained.

“I know, honey, but just for a little. He can come back out later.”

“Yeah, or I can drive him out to the highway,” Lloyd snorts.

You furrow your brow at him. He snickers as your anger amuses him. You quickly wipe it away. You can’t lose your cool yet. You slowly get up, stepping over Ernie and exposing a bit too much thigh. You call the dog’s name but he doesn’t move. He knows something’s wrong.

You bend and grab his collar, “come on, buddy, please.”

At first he doesn’t budge but relents as you coax him with quiet whispers. He lets you lead him out, dragging his large paws with your less than urgent pace. You get to the open bedroom and look inside.

“Sorry, Ern,” you say as you nudge him ahead, “it’ll be okay, I promise. Mama take care of you.”

He goes into the room and turns to stare back at you with his doe eyes. You want to melt into a puddle. He’s so cute and sweet. He doesn’t deserve all this. If it was just you, you’d fight, but you have to worry about him. 

You shut the door and go back to the living room. The men seem anxious as you enter. Ransom pinches the locket around his neck between his fingers, Andy smooths the front of his sweater with his large hand, and Lloyd digs his heel into the floor as he picks his fingernail.

“Alright,” Andy exhales as he faces you, “so, honey, you start.”

You blink at him and cross your arms. You don’t know what he means. You glance around, between each of them.

“Open a gift,” Andy steps back and gestures to the tree, “they’re all for you.”

Your stomach churns and your heart flips. Something about this is off. Not just that you’ve been abducted or this weird house with locks on the doors and deafening walls. More than these men and their incessant leers. There’s more than a dozen presents, for you alone, but why?

“Me?” You pull your arms apart and force them down to your sides, clutching the weave of the sweater dress.

“Go on,” Lloyd encourages with a wink.

You restrain yourself as best you can. Fear courses through you as you try to unravel their riddle. What are they up to? They’re watching you like wolves, prowling, ready to pounce, so why don’t they?

You tiptoe forward and as you near Andy, he stays exactly where he is. You brush against him and feel his breath fan over you. You pass Ransom as he once more sits on the foot of the sectional. 

You stop before the tree and consider the array of gifts; boxes, bags, and wrapped bundles. It’s the sort of haul any child dreams of. You remember the Christmas Eves you lay awake sleepless hoping for just this. Waking to only a new pair of socks and a couple toiletries from the group home. You didn’t often get what you wanted, but you could get by with what you needed.

You bend your knees, the hem of the sweater rising up your thighs as you reach for a small box. You stand and turn to the men, staring down at the red box with a gold bow on top. You gulp and peek up at them. They all just watch. 

You wiggle the lid until it pops off. You reveal a pair of dangling pearl earrings. They’re pretty. Probably real but you don’t have the eye to tell. You peer up again, confused. It’s actually a very nice gift.

“Who’s it from?” Andy asks.

You flinch and check the tag. You should’ve done that first. You pull it straight as it hides under the tail of the bow, “Ransom,” you read.

“Ha!” He claps his hands, together then on his knees, “fuck yeah.”

“Huh?” You utter dumbly.

“Shit,” Lloyd mutters and Andy lets his disappointment flow out heavily.

“What…” you can’t finish the question.

“Pretty nice gift, huh?” Ransom taunts, “so, uh, what’s my gift, sweetheart?”

You grimace and examine the wall behind him, “I don’t… have anything…”

“Actually,” he interjects, “I think you do. Why don’t you pop those on, then pop your tits out?”

You gape at him. He bites his lip as you stand dumbfounded and humiliated. Lloyd chuckles and Andy growls as he paces, sitting in the armchair.

“I don’t…”

“It’s an exchange, not free for all, you got yours. I get mine,” he tilts his head, “so put those on and let me fuck your tits.”

You close your mouth. You’re not surprised but you’re not ready either. You didn’t expect them to hold out forever but you need more time. The problem is they’re not playing by your schedule, you have to adjust to yours. That means, you’ll be working from behind.

“I’m waiting,” Ransom huffs, “you know, you’re being pretty ungrateful there, sweetheart.”

Andy plants his elbow on the armrest as you look at him, “do it.”

“But…” you pout, “you said…”

“He gave you a gift,” Andy said. “He won’t hurt you. I’m here.”

You nearly drop the box. What does he mean he won’t hurt you? You don’t want to do that.

Well…

You don’t have a choice. As rotten as it is, it will only be worse if you refuse. You lower your chin and nod. You turn to set the box down on the small table just beside the couch, too close to Ransom. He snickers as you hear his zipper whisper down. Oh god.

You pull out your plain gold hoops and replace them with the teardrop pearls. You feel them dangle between your fingertips and raise your head. Worse than what you’re about to do is the audience. This isn’t just you being violated, this is that violation being witnessed.

You walk along the sectional and Ransom catches your wrist, pulling you forward impatiently. He turns you to face him. Your eyes widen as you try not to look lower than you need to. His cock bobs at the edge of your vision.

“Take this off,” he touches the hem of the dress.

You spread your sweaty palms over the wool. Slowly, you tug it upwards. Your skin speckles with goosebumps as you reveal your nakedness to the room. You stand only in the knee highs and panties.

“Damn,” Lloyd clucks, “an ass on this one.”

Andy doesn’t comment, he only hums as the chair creaks under his weight.

“Get down,” he orders.

You hold your breath and obey. You get to your knees as Ransom plays with himself. You can’t look him in the face and you definitely don’t want to look down. You stare instead at his sweater.

“Push your tits together,” he demands.

Again, you listen. It’s like you’re in a trance. The room is fuzzy and your body is hollow. He laughs again and taps his tip against your tits.

“Fuck, those are some nice tits,” he remarks, grabbing your shoulder to urge your closer.

He slips his dick between your cleavage. His throbbing head pokes up above the swell of flesh. He dips down and back up, rocking you by your shoulder as he guides you. You move with him, fighting back the tide of repulsion.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, “come on and give it a kiss, sweetheart.”

You flinch. He squeezes your shoulder. A warning. You bend your head and kiss his tip as it once more pokes above your cleavage. He groans and his hand moves to cover one of yours, making you grope yourself tighter.

“Fuck,” he rasp, “you know what…” he turns to Andy, reminding you of the others, of them watching you, “I think I get it now.” He winks at you as you fuck his length with your tits, “good fucking choice, Barber.”

[daenysx]

i can't believe how quickly i wrote this, let's say it's robb stark's effect on me, i hope you like it, please let me know your thoughts!

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make his queen smile

king robb and you have a night filled with your slow tears for him and his comfort. nsfw.

"my queen."

you arch your back easily, wrapping your legs around his muscular body. your eyes close at the sensation, his hardness moving inside you. he kisses your neck, leaves lovely red marks on your soft skin. and he calls you his fucking 'queen'.

"oh, my queen."

you don't know if you love it or you hate it when robb stark calls you 'his queen' when he is deep inside you.

he is too deep, it almost hurts. even though robb is always careful not to hurt you, he can't control how hard he gets when he is inside you. you welcome the slight pain it brings you, your nails press hardly on his back. he makes a little sound when you move your hips against him, his entire chest is covered with thin layer of sweat.

"does it hurt? are you okay, my lady?" he asks with a shaky voice.

you shake your head, kiss his cheek with a quick movement.

"no, no, it's perfect. i love-hmm, i love this." you answer. you don't want him to worry over a slight pain you love, you just want him to keep moving.

he nods, kisses your lips with all the passion he feels. he doesn't stop, brings his hand on your sweet spot and rubs it. your sounds grow louder and you bury your face to his neck to stay silent.

"shh, don't hide yourself. let me hear you, i want to hear you."

you shake your head slightly. "but there are people outside-"

robb smiles. "grey wind stays by the door, my love. i doubt there are people around when he stands there."

you smile back as he rubs your pearl harder. he moves his hips and your muscles clench around him as he hits the lovely spot inside you and you hold onto him.

"right- right there, my king."

he kisses your forehead and your cheeks. his lips get stained with your tears from the pleasure he gives you. it doesn't take long for him to give his seed, and you are sure that you feel his liquid coating inside you.

you can't stop yourself from falling apart when he melts inside you, you lift your waist from bed and he holds you close as you come around him.

the pleasure is intense, he collapses on your body and you are quick to hold him. your fingers caress his curls as he presses slow kisses on your breasts.

"i'll crush you, my love. you should let me move aside."

you shake your head even though he doesn't see it. "stay like this for a moment more, please."

he becomes a human blanket on you quickly, gets more comfortable. "hmm, that's perfect."

"you like it?" you ask with a sweet voice.

"i love everything you do to me. my beautiful queen."

you sigh softly. "i wish we could stay like this all the time. just lying here on furs, being close."

"soon, my sweet lady. soon, when i end this war."

he lifts his head to look at your face. you can't help your tears making their way on your flushed cheeks. he moves on bed and pulls you to his lap. your thighs stay on each sides of his hips.

he cups your cheeks, drying your tears. he smiles affectionally and you turn your face, not wanting to upset him when he deals with too much.

"can you look at me? i want to see that pretty face, my queen."

"i apologise. i don't wish to upset you but- i fear for you. i want you safe and close to me even when i know that's not possible."

he smiles softly and guides you to come closer. you put your head on his chest, your permanent place. he rubs your back and his heart clenches when he feels your tears on his skin.

he waits until your breathing turns steady. he knows how much pressure you're under, worrying over his life all the time and not being able to do anything to end his dreadful war.

"i understand how you feel and it pains me when i can't do anything to stop your worries. i'm doing the best i can to end the war without hurting more people but- that's not easy, my queen. being called as a king is not easy."

you nod. "i know. i know, i'm sorry, i didn't want to upset you."

"no, no, you should always tell me how you feel so i can make you happy and safe. i'd do anything to put a smile on your lovely face. please don't hesitate to talk to me by thinking you'll upset me."

your perfect king, he always knows what to say to calm your nerves. you press a kiss on his chest as he holds you closer. he wraps your body in furs, keeps you warm and stays with you.

it's a luxury, to have the king in the north in your bed all night long without being bothered. you wait for someone to knock and take your husband from you. it never happens. robb lets grey wind in after a moment and the direwolf sleeps in front of the fire, giving you the feeling of safety.

robb holds you, kisses you through the night. such a lovely night, he fills it with soft kisses and sweet words. no one knows this side of him, the young wolf taking care of his wife like this. and that's good. he is good, only for you.

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how would the keepers react to their pets saying things like "you dont actually love me" (all the things you shouldnt say to an obsessive kidnapper basically) to them?

Hey, bean! I’m just gonna go with that specific line of “you don’t actually love me, you just think you do” since I wrote a bunch of those prompts lol. If people want me to do their reactions with other lines I can do that though!

Feral says it in when Simon first calls her “love” in a fit of frustration and anger. She’s not sure if she’s on the verge of a panic attack or genuinely trying to murder him. And he’s giving her that Look again, like she’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. It’s almost enough to make her believe he means it. But she knows better, she’s seen dateline - he only thinks he’s does because he’s built an idea of her in his mind.

“No, love,” he soothes, chuckling. “I love you. Everything about you. You think I didn’t do my research? I know you better than you think I do, I promise. But it’s okay, little one, I’ll show you eventually.”

He ducks out of the way as she throws something at him. She hates that his soft eyes only support his ridiculous claim.

—

Shy Thing is trying to reason with him. Trying really hard to just… logic her way out of this. If she just makes him see good sense, surely he’ll let her go right?

“Johnny… you don’t actually love me, you just think you do.”

He chuckles, drops a kiss on her head. “‘Course I do, doll.”

“No…” she sighs, “you can’t.”

He tilts his head, an indulgent little smile on his face. Like she’s being cute and silly and entertaining. “Oh, and why not?”

She huffs. Not for the first time, it feels like talking to a brick wall. “You don’t… you don’t know me. We’d hardly spoken before you - before I came here. How could possibly love me? It doesn’t make any sense, John.”

He shakes his head. “Love doesn’t always make sense, baby. ‘S not supposed to. It just is.”

She can sense she’s starting to tread close to wear his patience starts to wear. Sighing, she drops it and tries not to blush too hard when he cuddles her in closer.

—

“Is that so?”

John’s arms are crossed, eyebrows arched. He’s leaning back against the kitchen counter, looking just… unimpressed. He always does when she tries to keep her cool, tries to just… talk to him.

“Of course it is John,” she sighs, frustrated. “Just because you watched me for months doesn’t mean you love me or actually know me.”

He scratches at the corner of his jaw with him thumb, seems to ponder that.

“Alright, then,” he says. “What does, huh?”

She frowns. “…what?”

“Well the way I see it, I did the falling in love part right. I got to know you in public, in private, talking to all sorts of people. I know what you watch when you’re sad, I know what upsets your tummy, how you like your steak and that you don’t care for soup.” He shrugs. “Only difference from a traditional relationship is that you didn’t know it. And by your logic, maybe I know you better then. You didn’t have a chance to put on a pretty face and hide the parts you didn’t think I would like.”

She… she doesn’t know what to say to that. Feels like her brain has just taken a roller coaster ride with no harness - doesn’t know up from down anymore, left from right. Like she’s missed a step going downstairs and is tumbling into the unknown.

“Now all that’s left is your turn, isn’t it?”

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

May we get some HC of jataka (record of Ragnarok) He needs more love and I hardly see anything for him

I really liked him in the show, too, so this is great<3!

Jataka x GN!Reader || Headcanons || SFW&NSFW || CW for mentions of cum eating, dry humping, overstimulation, oral (receiving), and messy makeouts. Of course, not proofread.

All he wanted was to be do something to make himself happy. To be... selfish, for once. So...

He's shameless about keeping you all to himself. He understands you can't just sit in the house with him all day, cuddled up, kissing or watching movies or doing things, but... that doesn't mean he can't be upset about it.

Ecstatic when you surprise him with things. Gifts, dates, kisses, hugs. Big or small, his heart soars when you do anything for him, as he's so used to being the one doing stuff for people.

Similarly, he loves doing things for you. Unlike his kingly duties, he doesn't feel a crushing pressure to succeed with you. If he fucks up, it won't be a stain on his reputation, nor will it constantly be used against him in the future. You'll make the most of it together.

Big cuddler. Can't decide between little and big spoon, so you guys take turns. He's a big guy, and if you're smaller than him, he's smiling partially because he finds the way you cling to his back adorable. And if you're bigger, it's partially because he's quickly becoming obsessed with the feeling of being smothered in your arms.

Also loves to face you during cuddles. Loves loves loves the heated eye contact you two make when in that position.

Nsfw

Head God. He'd kiss your sex all day if you'd let him. Trying to call him on his bluff, you let him. Short story shorter, he wasn't bluffing at all.

Big on making out. Especially sloppy ones, where you're sucking each other's teeth and tongue, with strands of saliva connecting your mouths. Panting and flustered to the point where you can only blindly tear at each other's clothes. Yeah, those ones.

He discovered he liked dry humping when you grinded on him in your sleep. He'd been to scared to act then, and sat in bed with a boner for hours. But in the morning, you were more than happy to hump him through your clothes. As you rocked against him, you'd watch as his eyes widened, breathe lost on a sharp exhale. He'd grip at whatever was around as he lost control over his voice, whimpers and moans spilling out loudly as you brought him to climax.

Cum eating. That's it that's the tweet-

But no, really. As king, there was surely lots of pressure to produce a heir. Swallowing it makes him feel like he's rebelling a bit, taking back control of his own life.

And maybe, just maybe, he really likes the taste of your cum.

Overstim him. Make him feel everything, all at once, for as long as you want. He wants to see stars; to feel his legs give out and babble nonsense because you fucked the thoughts from his head. Fuck him till he's shooting blanks, then keep going. Only when he can't find the strength to arch his back when he cums anymore should you stop.

[neocoffeecafe]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITINGS it’s so hard to find a good yangyang writer which is why i immediately fall in love with your account😭❤️

can i request a yangyangxreader smut where they’re both bratty and fighting to be on top, also yangyang giving the best aftercare in the end basically just pure fluff!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY <3

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includes/warnings fluffier smut, both reader and yangyang are annoying lil brats, fem!reader, unprotected sex, yangyang is a bit of a pissy bitch, bro cums inside (wrap it before u tap it… or not!), reader + yangyang are switches, bratty smut, plus sized friendly reader, biting, choking and light manhandling, cuddly aftercare, cockwarming, etc

wc 1k

a/n oh my god yaaay anon 🫶 ily that is so so so sweet 🤧 BUT with that in mind i struggled to make it to my satisfaction bcs i wanted it to be perfect for u 💔 please give me feedback if u like it ty ily anon <3

“what? you know you want it.” you tease, swaying your hips side to side in a teasing manner, catching the boy’s eyes.

he rolls them, turning his attention back to the game. “baby, please. i’m tryna carry.”

you plop down on the bed, unamused. “please pay attention to me or i won’t suck your dick for a week.” you say, casually pulling out your phone.

his hand is frozen on the mouse. “what did you just say?”

you look up from your friends instagram post with your innocent doe eyes, to only meet the back of his head, some strands of his black hair sticking up wildly.

“oh, nothing.”

“you said something. quit being a brat, and tell me.” he says, clicking buttons aggressively, until you see him slump in his chair with a sigh of satisfaction, the voice announcing his victory filled the speakers of his computer, before spinning around in his chair to face you.

and there you were, sitting so pretty. in your stitch themed pajamas, nails covered with rhinestones from when he gave you tons of money with the guidelines to “get them pretty for him.”

he smiles at your figure, finally standing up from his gaming chair where you’ve had your fair share of cuddles, and stands right in front of you. he carefully pushes you on your back, crawling on top and placing gente kisses from your face to your neck, his trail slow.

one of his hands keeps him up and steady, while the other snakes up to your breast to cup it, his fingers barely touching the cloth, teasing you and the nipples that begun to harden. your chest heaved and your back arched.

“i’ve hardly touched you and you’re already going feral.”

oh, and you were the brat? mr can’t-pay-attention-to-his-girlfriend-egotistical-dom. just for this, you wanted, no, you had to put him in his place.

so you did what any girl would do: gripped his shoulders with your sharp nails and flung him on the bed, taking his previous spot.

“hi.” you say, staring into the eyes of an unamused, and a rather upset, boy.

he scowls at you, attempting to push you off of him, but your knees press against his legs, keeping him from moving.

“stop moving, you brat.” you hiss, fingers reaching for the elastic of his sweatpants. “do you want me to suck you off or not?”

his whole demeanor changed, no longer fighting, but relaxed, arms folded behind his head like a pillow. “well, carry on. don’t keep me waiting.” he says, closing his eyes like he is at peace.

you gave him another glare, leaving his cock dry, scooching your body up to his face. he opens one of his eyes, seeing you now, excited for his dinner.

your thighs squeeze his face, and you grind yourself on him. you tease, the strings of your pajama bottoms smacking him in the face.

your fingers guide the pajamas off and you kick them off to reveal striped panties, sliding them to the side.

“thats fucking hot.” he says. you plant yourself on his face, and he wastes no time and immediately gets down to business.

his hands hold your hips in place, like you wanted to move, but you couldn’t drag yourself from the pleasure his tongue gave you, flicking back and forth on your slick folds, his tongue gliding with ease.

when your pretty moans boosted his ego enough, he decided to add a finger to your sensation, the length of the digit itching your walls and sending riptides though your body. your stomach flipped, and your vision became clouded with white stars, releasing a load onto his face.

like a starved man, he happily lapped it up. he was not interested in removing your underwear, finding it hot to watch it turn a darker color with the wetness that oozed onto the fabric.

he shoved you off of him, and pressed you to the bed, shoving your face into the pillow and showing your ass on full display for him. he slides his pajama pants down just to let his cock free, letting it slap against the plump flesh.

he let it rest in the center, pressing his tummy against your back, teeth gnawing at your neck, turning spots purple and feeding into your moans. he wrapped a veiny hand around your neck, slowly sliding inside of your hole, sliding in like it was made for you.

“fuck.” he breathed out, “your hole already so wide for me. its the impact i have on ya.” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

you roll your eyes at his snotty, bratty remark. one of your arms reaches forward to grip onto the headboard, anticipation bubbling in your veins.

he thrusts and the hand around your neck catches you, already whimpering and red in the ass. the sounds echo in the empty house, the sounds of the bed smacking the wall and sounds of skin on skin. the sounds of his grunts and the sounds of your moans, his ego through the roof.

“you like that?” his hand wraps around your neck tighter, the chains of the necklace he gave you a year ago pressing patterns into your skin and his skin, your moans answering his question, feeling yourself want to cum on him, the tingling feeling creeping over your body further. “you’re such a bad little girl.” he says, his hips snapping harder, sure to leave bruises in the morning.

you gripped the fluff of the pillow for dear life as your hole tightened and your body trembled violently, your release coating his cock, his release not far after.

you both collapse on the bed, both too lazy to remove his flesh from inside. welcoming arms embrace you to the warmth of him.

“im going to hurt a lot tomorrow.”

“it was worth, though. right?”

you chuckled, burying your nose in his neck. “sure.”

@neocoffeecafe

[sam-the-skelepun]

You pull your new work uniform over your head as you tiredly rub the sleep out of your eyes. Your new boss had just fired the cashier working there at the time, you thought his name was “squidwald” or something similar but you weren’t sure. You are one of the few crabs in bikini bottom, though you weren’t born there.

You were from Coral Cove; a small town with a small library, a few small stores and a single restaurant; an unappetising faux italian place. It was beautiful though, many large coral were found all throughout the town, while small it did have a few nights a month where you could hardly sleep from the city’s chatter. Boats going fast down the main road, the restaurant somehow bustling even when everyone complained about the price for a seaghetti and meatballs.

Everyone wondered why you had moved from town to go to bikini bottom of all places. I mean, it's known for having some of the most annoying people around! remarkably a square-shaped fellow; you thought his name was something like “spongeboy”, but you remembered that it was just a mop your mother had. Either way, you put your shoes on, grabbed your keys and headed out the door. Feet scuttling on the asphalt on your way to your boat.

When you get to the Krusty Krab, you lock your boat and walk in the door. That sponge-guy you thought of earlier was mopping the floor when he looked up and saw you, he instantly had an even brighter smile on his face “ oh! Hi! I'm guessing you’re the new worker huh?” he held out his hand to you. “I’m Spongebob Squarepants!” That's what his name was! Oh thank god he introduced himself or else you’d have embarrassed yourself bigtime.

“Aye, me boy, what’s all this yammerin’ about?” out walked the hottest crab you’d ever seen. “Ah. i see, the new guy showed up, come come, let me show ye around the good ol’ Krab ‘ere!” he put his claw around your back, instantly your claw started to shake, god were you horny over such a small feat. “name’s Eugine, but you can call me Mr. Krabs” he held out his claw for you to shake, you told him your name and ended it with a shitty pick-up line of “but you can call me anytime.” he chuckled and showed you around, claw settling a little lower this time.

Once you had gotten a tour and were shown how to use the cash register, Eugine opened the doors and about 12 different customers came in and ordered their food. You got flooded with orders and almost got stuck in a tailspin with how many were ordering the same meal, you never had to deal with this in Coral Cove! Spongebob thankfully was fast and got orders out as fast as he could so the customers never got upset. Finally the last customer ordered, he had chosen to remove many of the toppings including pickles, lettuce, ketchup, and tomatoes. When the doors got locked and you drove home, you plopped down on your bed in the 1 bedroom apartment and quickly fell asleep.

“Hgn~ fuck, Eugine!” you whimper as you arch your back, his expert tongue wrapping around one of your cocks, the other one being worked by his meaty claw, expertly pumping up and down. “Eugine, fuck, im close!” “agagah!” he chuckled through your dick in his mouth. “C’mon, me boy, cum for me!” with a final slutty moan, you came in his hand and mouth.

suddenly you woke up, feeling sticky, you checked the clock: 3:46. “great,” you mumble, “I came from a wet dream, what am I, 16?” you clean yourself up and go back to bad.

Finished the first chapter of the fic 😈, you don't have to answer, it's just the fastest way to get to ya mate!

-Max

This. I love this.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

This was meant to be for the wolfstarmicrofic prompt bracing, but it’s now 2,908 words and definitely not micro, so I’m not tagging because there’s no need for the account to reblog :)

“Gawking at Lupin again?” Marlene asked, dropping down next to Sirius on the sofa of the common room. Sirius turned to her, stunned, almost spluttering in his shock.

“What? No! I- I don’t- I don’t do that!” He insisted, dropping his voice as his eyes flicked automatically to Remus. She watched him disbelievingly for a moment, arching an eyebrow.

“Sirius, you can’t expect me to believe that. You either undress him with your eyes or just look all sad. It’s painful to watch. I thought you liked him and he liked you?” Sirius bristled at that. He couldn’t help himself, really. He watched as Remus shut his book and left the common room, shoving the portrait open unceremoniously. Even that was graceful. He swallowed, turning to Marlene.

“We tried it, but it just didn’t work out.” He answered simply, shrugging, stunned at the way his voice stayed so light.

The truth is, he had been crushed that they hadn’t made a good couple. He had managed to trip and fall straight from liking to loving that man, and he couldn’t pinpoint when for the life of him. It was like a part of him had always loved Remus Lupin. It was natural to fall for him, as easy as breathing yet so unfathomably complicated. He was in love with his best friend, and he was completely and utterly fucked.

The day he found out Remus liked him was, honestly, the best day of his life. Still, there was always some insecure part of him sure that he didn’t deserve Remus’ time, his care, his attention. A small, nagging voice insisting that Remus would get bored, that the moment Sirius opened up, he would leave.

So he didn’t open up.

He hid behind polite smiles, touches that refused to linger, staying close enough for it to seem like nothing, but far enough that he didn’t have to worry about it. Then Remus started to pull away, proving that part of himself right, giving him a chance to close himself off, mourn the relationship before it ended.

Not that it worked, if their hardly being able to sit in the same room was anything to go by. Sirius couldn’t help feeling upset by having to adjust from having what he had dreamt of to just being… friends, again. It had been enough for him before, but being with Remus was just so much more than that, and he missed it. So fucking much.

Still, if friends was all they were destined to be, then Sirius wasn’t going to fuck that up, too. Remus had clearly stopped having any sort of feelings for him, and it was probably Sirius’ fault for being such a fucked up person, so he was going to be Remus’ friend.

That had to be enough for him, so he didn’t complain. He wouldn’t. Not unless someone asked; which Marlene was.

“Bollocks. I don’t buy it.” She answered with a disbelieving huff. “You look at him like he hung the stars in the sky. Not working out my arse.”

“Am I being that obvious?” He groaned, dropping his head into his hands and giving up on any sense of a barrier. Marlene could pick it apart in seconds, apparently. “D’you think Remus has noticed? I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

“Why the hell would you be making him uncomfortable? He looks at you the same way you look at him.” Sirius felt his heart stop then, breath catching in his throat.

“Wait, what? No, you- you have to be wrong, he doesn’t…” Marlene was already nodding, a smile starting to play on her face.

“Yeah, he does. Did you- you really didn’t notice? I thought you two were being obtuse on purpose.” She faltered a little, slightly surprised at the revelation, like Sirius hadn’t been walking around and getting increasingly more upset as days just kept going. “What the fuck happened between you two?”

“Well, it wasn’t… messy, or anything. It just kind of… pattered out?” He tried. Sure, he was being honest, but not that honest. At Marlene’s disbelieving glance, he elaborated. “Fine, I- I guess I was a little… scared, to date him?” He admitted.

“What d’you mean?”

“Well, I’ve never felt this way about anyone but him. I’ve had- I’ve had crushes, yeah, but not like that. Not like him. I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“Sirius Black, I swear to every god out there, you have to be honest with me right now. What happened?” She asked firmly.

“I- I kind of… held back? I didn’t want to come on too strong and scare him off, or to give him a chance to get bored of being with me, so I guess I- I kept a bit of my guard up.”

“You’re such a fucking idiot!” She groaned at him, and Sirius frowned, confused.

“Go ahead and wound my pride, McKinnon.”

“Shut up, this is important!” She said in that way of hers that made Sirius stop talking straight away. “Right, you’ve known Remus for six years, how did you not realise? Remus knows you, he can pick up on shit like that. He will have noticed that you were withdrawn, probably started overthinking like he normally does, and thought you’d changed your mind about dating, or that you thought it was all some… experiment.”

“What? No, he wouldn’t…” he couldn’t help but trail off, because Marlene wasn’t wrong. He had been so in his own head that he hadn’t even started to think about the way that had looked. Remus might have thought Sirius didn’t care as much about their relationship as he did. But Remus was the one who had broken it off, not him. “Marlene, I’m pretty sure he lost feelings for me. He’s the one who broke up with me.”

“Oh, fuck, I really shouldn’t be saying this, but screw it.” Marlene seemed to come to some kind of conclusion, turning to face Sirius properly, legs folding on the sofa as she did so. “Remus still has feelings for you.”

Sirius honestly felt like his stomach had just… fallen away. Everything in him came to a grinding, screeching halt, shock coursing through him.

What?

“Sorry?” He asked. “He can’t still… but he was the one-“

“I know, and it killed him to do it.” Marlene answered. “If he finds out I’ve told you any of this he’s going to fucking murder me, but you need to think about it for a second. He was really upset, Sirius. He said he was pretty sure you ‘wanted different things’ because you were being ‘distant’, so he figured he’d save himself the future heartbreak and just get it over with.”

“Why didn’t he just talk to me about it, then?” He asked, disbelievingly.

“It’s Remus. You really think he would run the risk of you dumping him and leaving him more upset? No! He broke up with you because at least it was on his terms.”

“How the hell d’you know all this?”

“Remus talks to us, but that’s not the point! Remus still fancies you, and you still fancy him!”

“It’s not going to work, Marlene.” Sirius admitted, defeated. Clearly, liking one another wasn’t going to cut it for them.

“Since when were you such a pessimist?” She asked, frustrated.

“I’m in love with him!” Sirius couldn’t help his voice raising, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “That’s where this whole problem comes from! It’s not that I was worried that the relationship would become serious, it’s that I really want it to be! If I had told him I loved him, he would have been so fucking freaked out!” Marlene watched him for a few moments, stunned, before reaching out and hitting his arm. “Ow, Christ!”

“Go and tell him that, then!”

“No, I can’t-“

“Sirius, if you say exactly that to him, I guarantee you everything will be fine.” At his pretty obvious panic, her voice softened. “He needs to know that you care about him.”

Sirius faltered slightly at that. That Sirius cares? Of course Sirius fucking cares! Why the hell wouldn’t he? But… how would Moony know that? He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Sirius pulled away too much for him to know that.

Shit.

He needed to go and talk to him.

So, before he could change his mind, he nodded at Marlene and went to get the map, another thought dawning on him before he left.

“If you talked to Remus about this, then you know what happened.” He said calmly. She nodded once. “Then why…?”

“Because I knew how Remus felt, I just wanted to make sure I was right about you too.”

Of course she did. Fucking Marlene.

What a genius.

Remus was fine.

He was revising outside instead of in the common room because it was too stuffy, not because a certain someone was in there, because it was fine. They were still friends, Sirius just didn’t like him that way, and that was fine.

Okay, yeah, so he wasn’t the most convincing, but he would get over it. Hopefully.

It would be a hell of a lot easier if he hadn’t somehow managed to fall head over heels in love for the dumbass.

Asking Sirius out was the most nerve wracking thing he had ever done. Still, Lily had all but harassed him into doing it, and it turned out Sirius liked him. Oh, he wished that could have been the end of it all. The whole storybook ending, going off into the distance, all of that romantic bullshit.

Only, Sirius seemed to get so… bored.

He would say he was busy when Remus asked if he wanted to hang out, pretty much never let them be alone, and if Remus ever asked if he was alright, he’d just smile that smile of his and sat everything was fine. Remus couldn’t help but realise, as little as he wanted to, that Sirius hadn’t put the same weight of the concept of dating as he had. He essentially never wanted them to be alone together, it was obvious that he liked the prospect of dating Remus but not the reality. Of course he did, really. Who would ever want to date Remus? What with his lycanthropy and all. Werewolves didn’t have relationships, it wasn’t done. Sirius had been a great best friend, but clearly Remus was too much for him in a romantic sense, and that was okay. It had to be, if he wanted to keep Sirius in his life.

So he ended it. Before Sirius could. Save them both the trouble. Accept his fate to being eternally alone, and just… adjust to being friends again.

It wasn’t working.

At least even when they were dancing around the facts that they had feelings for each other, they were never awkward! Where before they could at least sit in a room the other was in, Remus could feel Sirius’ presence from a mile away. Staying in the same room always led to one of them fleeing.

Sirius hadn’t missed a full moon, though, and Remus had never once considered not wanting him there. Even then, he would wake up and Sirius would be gone from the hospital wing. He once asked James about it, who said that he did sit there and wait for him to wake up, he must have just left once he had started to, which only proved to Remus that their situation was uncomfortable, at best.

That was why he really didn’t expect Sirius to run up to him as he pretended to revise by the black lake, shouting his name the moment he got semi-close.

“Moony!” Remus turned, confused, only to be caught off guard by the sight of Sirius Black sprinting through the boiling hot summer air. He looked like his lungs were about to die on him, sweating and panting heavily, face bright red.

He was gorgeous.

Remus watched him stop, pausing to catch his breath.

“Uh… hi?” Remus tried, slightly amused and trying desperately to ignore the awkwardness he could feel bubbling up inside him. Hopefully Sirius actively seeking him out meant they were finally going to be able to be friends again. Even if Remus couldn’t help his mind from wandering just a little at huffing and heaving Sirius.

“I- I thought I was much fitter than that.” He admitted, slowly regaining control over himself as he dropped down next to Remus. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure. Is everything alright?”

“Well, uh…” he started fidgeting with his fingers, picking at his nails, and Remus just wanted to grab his hand and stop him, reassure him.

But he couldn’t.

They weren’t together, and he couldn’t.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I just wanted to, um… to apologise.” Remus frowned, confused.

“What for?” Sirius looked at him like it was obvious, then, which only added to Remus’ confusion.

“For being such a dick when we went out.” Remus almost laughed, then. Of course he was blaming himself. Sirius wanted to make his friends happy, Remus knew that. He couldn’t help his feelings not being as strong and going, and he wouldn’t have ended it for the sake of Remus’ feelings. Remus had to be the stronger one, make sure Sirius didn’t feel trapped, so he did. Sirius didn’t have to apologise for that.

“What d’you mean? You can’t help it if you realised you didn’t feel the same way about me.” He answered with a shrug, honestly just willing the conversation to be over. He didn’t want to think about this.

“What? No, I- I never said that.” Remus couldn’t help but look at him a little sadly, then.

“You didn’t have to, Padfoot.” He answered softly. “You hardly let us be alone together.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t- fuck, I don’t know how to say it.”

“Sirius, it’s okay. I get it, alright? I probably wouldn’t want to date a werewolf either, it’s fine.”

“No! No, that’s not- that doesn’t mean anything to me, you know that.”

“Then what was it, Sirius?” He honestly didn’t want to hear Sirius’ reasons for not loving Remus, but once the conversation had started, he felt like he couldn’t help himself from asking.

“I thought you were going to get bored of me.” He admitted in a rush, and-

What? How could he ever get bored of Sirius?

“Sirius, what do you mean?” He asked slowly, confused, and it was like he had opened the floodgates for something, everything falling out of Sirius suddenly as he avoided Remus’ eye.

“At first I was worried about coming on too strong, because I- you have no idea how long I had waited for that. Then I started thinking and I realised how easy it is to get bored of me. I mean, I basically say the same 5 things on loop, and I’m clingy as fuck and, I mean, I’ve got bloody PTSD. I figured it would be easy to be done with me quickly, so I decided to keep enough of a distance that it would be harder to notice, because I didn’t want to lose you, and then you started to withdraw and I figured you had just picked up on it, so I just let you end it so you wouldn’t be unhappy.” He exhaled quickly, and before Remus could say anything about the vast amount of information he had received, Sirius kept going. “It was never that I didn’t care about you, or us. I mean, I’m in love with you, so that’s quite literally impossible, you know? I never meant to hurt you, I just-“

“Wait, you what?” Remus had to stop him.

Love.

Sirius loved him.

Sirius was in love with him.

Sirius pattered to a stop when Remus interrupted, watching him with mild confusion and a fair amount of panic on his face, cheeks tinted slightly pink from the tangent.

“What? What did I say?”

“You love me?” Sirius’ eyes widened for a moment, before promptly sinking shut.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that, it just kind of… came out.”

“You’re in love with me.” Remus’ brain was short circuiting to the point that he genuinely only felt capable of repeating it over and over. Sirius loved him. Him. He wasn’t done with him, he was just an idiot.

Remus’ idiot.

“Listen, I know that’s too much, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall in love with you.” Sirius was getting progressively more panicked as Remus tried to process everything he had been told.

He had broken up with Sirius. Broken both of their hearts.

“Christ, I’m so sorry, Padfoot.” Remus said, stunned.

“What? No, don’t be sorry for not loving me, I shouldn’t have said it-“

“No, not that! I’m sorry for breaking up with you! I should have talked to you, found out why, instead of just assuming…”

“Wait, you…?”

“I love you, Sirius. Christ, how could I not?”

Remus watched an aggressive amount of emotions play across Sirius’ face, then. Confusion, shock, and then a wide grin splitting across him. It was the kind of smile that Sirius reserved only for him, and it was fucking infectious. Remus found himself forgetting the time apart, only focusing on Sirius, who was essentially pulling him into the now.

“So does that mean- can we forget the whole ‘break up’ thing?” Sirius asked, and Remus smiled.

“As long as you realise that you’re fucking worth the world, and I’m not going to get bored of you. I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.” Remus said with a laugh. “You’re too perfect.”

“I’m really not.” Sirius answered, blushing fiercely, as Remus finally gave in to the urge to lean in and kiss him. He pulled away quickly, pressing their foreheads together.

“You are to me.”

[alexanderlightweight]

Remember that scene where Seongnam told Uiseong that if Uiseong ever ascended to the throne that he would burn his kingdom to the ground? That but Magnus. (source: Under the Queen's Umbrella, Netflix kdrama)

@saeths babe I’m still so fucking pissed at losing the first version of this and I’m sorry but I hope you like this different, second version.

Also yes I fucking loved that scene and I’m still anticipating watching the next episode and i want that fic where Seongnam actually kills Uiseong and gets away with it.

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Magnus moves his fingers down the smooth curve of Alexander’s cheek bones and lets the pads of his fingers linger on Alexander’s lips.

Some would say that the nephilim commander napping on his lap is Magnus' downfall, but Magnus has never let bigotry guide him and he won’t now.

Especially not when it’s the council of the Spiral Labyrinth, who appoint High Warlocks, who are suddenly upset with Magnus' choice in lover.

They’ve demanded either Alexander’s removal from his life, or the addition of others, to ensure that Alexander is seen as one of many, not as someone Magnus is devoted to.

And Magnus loathes it.

Because it almost costs him. Alexander tried to leave him. As if that would ever be acceptable. As if Magnus would allow Alexander to hurt them both so deeply, especially in a misguided attempt of protection.

So they still stand united, closer in fact, than ever before. And Alexander proves that, lying defenseless and unarmed in Pandemonium.

There are thirteen candidates for Magnus’ position in the running, and only two will Magnus allow to succeed his position, if he allows himself to be deposed at all. He’s made his thoughts clear and so the candidates hover around him, hesitant but trying to find weakness,

“Flaunting your traitorous ways even while the council offers you leniency?” Lorenzo sneers at him, drink held delicately in his hand.

Magnus threads his fingers through Alexander’s hair and tugs on the dark locks. Alec groans, arching against Nagnus and pushing himself into the touch, still unconscious, still vulnerable to everyone but for Magnus’ possessive protection. “I understand how those unable to touch consider it flaunting, but I hardly see how having a devoted, tamed shadowhunter is traitorous.” Magnus knows the place he’s claiming in Alexander's life, and the position it puts his shadowhunter in. But Alec begged Magnus, and after Alexander almost destroyed them both to try and protect Magnus — Magnus finds himself willing to do many things he never thought he would.

Lorenzo’s eyes turn to Alec, something almost hungry in his gaze at the noise and Magnus’ temper flares.

Lorenzo’s drink shatters, the shards disappear, devoured by Magnus’ magic even as he breaks it.

“Ah, forgive me Lorenzo. I realized I couldn’t allow you to drink something so… out of your interest. You prefer old fashions, if I remember correctly. And I’m sure I do.” The threat of Magnus' very long memory lingers between them before Magnus smiles sharply. “Stirred with an antique spoon, right?”

A drink appears and Lorenzo takes it, his hand is steady but his expression sours as he tries the drink and finds nothing wrong with it.

Alexander turns, restless and keening as his mouth presses in a sleep-lax kiss against Magnus’ stomach .

He asked, at the beginning of all this, how he could help. At least he asked after Magnus refused to let them break up. And in guilty relief, Alexander offered to do anything.

So now he lies, helpless in Magnus’s lap. Vulnerable to everything and everyone and relying solely on Magnus’ protection. On Magnus’ goodwill and desire.

It soothes something that the Council’s anger and accusations jolted loose in Magnus.

And so he smiles at Lorenzo, and silently daresm him to even try.

“There are many things I would do for our people.” Magnus says quietly, looking down at his lap, one hand holding a drink, the other his shadowhunter lover. “But I am not as selfless as my friends like to say.” Magnus chuckles and takes a long sip of his drink.

“There are only two that I will let take the kingdom I’ve built from me. And I will even help them keep it stable, protecting them for the future events that they are unprepared for. But Lorenzo, you are not one of them.”

Lorenzo splutters, yellow magic pretending to be royal gold flickering up and Magnus laughs.

It’s hollow and it’s angry.

“I have given so much for everyone else that I have very little left to care about. And yet it is demanded I give up my very heart, as if I am not allowed to have joy.” Magnus’ magic dances between them and angry red devours yellow, until it encircles Lorenzo.

Magnus hums and uses his own magic to press the newly made drink to Lorenzo’s lips.

“You’ll need it.” Magnus promises and laughs when Lorenzo chokes on it.

“You want my throne Lorenzo? The kingdom I’ve built with blood and magic. The place I’ve carved out for myself?”

Magnus laughs, and finally releases Lorenzo.

“You will never have it. I am not as selfless as the Council thinks. And I will burn both you and New York itself to the ground before I ever let you be in charge.” Magnus uncrosses his legs and presses his boot down on the back of Lorenzo’s head, forcing the other to prostrate himself before Magnus.

“I will burn this world before I ever allow you to have a place of power in it, Lorenzo. Remember that, as it is only my compassion and courtesy that keep you breathing.”

[rosietrace]

huehehehehe finally posting my req...

Canon! Yuuta and Mirens first interaction and its Miren offering some donkkaseu (basically a savory, breaded pork cutlet)

Yuren my lovelies 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

What the hell is that?

Event: Rosie's valentines special 💌❣️

Ocs featured: Sumeragi Yuuta, Miren Lockhart(@authoruio)

Ship: Yuuta x Miren

Summary: Yuuta decides to question Miren when he chose to ruin his weekly gardening session. So Miren's only solution at the time was to offer him food.

Warning(s): Yuuta, their relationship is left ambiguous, Yuuta being an overprotective plant daddy, Yuuta is implied to be a big clean freak, Miren is genuinely afraid of him, potential ooc moments

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

[ Reblogs are recommended/encouraged ]

Yuuta was having a wonderful time.

Gardening was a passion of his. A comfort he'd confide in whenever there came a time when he just needed to create a rift between himself and the rest of the world.

His touch against the white rose in his hand was gentle, a contrast to the proud and devious smile on his face.

"I'll never understand why Heartslabyul doesn't just leave these roses white…. Probably something I forgot about from the movie." Yuuta murmured, feeling rather petty enough to chop off the red roses instead of the white ones.

He knew Riddle would've given him a lecture over the rules of the queen of hearts, but honestly, Yuuta could hardly care less.

His gloves were like a second skin to him, something that was conceived when he was born.

He hummed, touching the lotus in his hands."My symbol of wealth…." He fought back another chuckle before he continued walking around the botanical garden.

He had managed to narrowly avoid disturbing Leona's regular naps, as well as managing to convince Grim that he'd chop him in half if he ever did anything to disturb his gardening.

But unfortunately for the young man, Miren ended up bumping into him as he was wandering around the botanical garden.

And that irked Yuuta. He sent Miren a scowl, along with showing the vein on his forehead.

Miren blinked with wide eyes for only a moment.

"I-I apologize…"

Yuuta clicked his tongue, visibly annoyed."You better be. You interrupted my alone time." The tone in Yuuta's voice was enough for Miren to understand one thing.

That gardening meant more to Yuuta than he initially thought.

Miren gulped, "Sorry…" he muttered, looking away from Yuuta's direction with a nervous smile.

Yuuta's eyes narrowed. He put the watering can he had been holding to cross his arms. He looked down at Miren like he was a mere speck of dust that needed to be removed.

The cold stare he gave him had Miren realize another thing. That Yuuta should never be disturbed whenever he's gardening.

After those fleeting moments of total silence, Miren gulped and cleared his throat.

Yuuta arched a brow at him."What now?" He questioned, appearing impatient for whatever Miren had to say.

Miren had to take a breath before he could respond."I… Can offer you food." He suggested.

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Yuuta's lips parted once he said those words, but Miren noticed how unimpressed he was with his suggestion. Which… Is unsurprising.

"Seriously?"

"Y-Yeah-"

"Food isn't gonna change the fact that you've ruined my mood, you utter disturbance."

It was Miren's turn to narrow his eyes."This guy is more easily irritated than I thought…" he muttered as quietly as he could.

"What was that?" Unfortunately for him, Yuuta had managed to hear him.

"Nothing!- Uh- How about you just try the food?"

Although Yuuta turned away from Miren, he kept eye contact with them."Depends. What kind of food is it?" Yuuta's voice sounded like he was requesting an immediate answer.

To which Miren gladly obliged, just so he doesn't get even more upset at him. So he held the food he was holding out for Yuuta to see.

"Donkkaseu, it's basically a breaded pork cutlet…" Miren stated. His smile became even more awkward, and he didn't know how Yuuta would respond.

In response, Yuuta pursed his lips."Seriously? That's your offering for my forgiveness?" Yuuta criticized.

Now Miren was starting to get a little more than pissed at the taller young man in front of him."It's not like I bring a feast everywhere I go." He retaliated, deciding to show a little more of his annoyance.

"Oh please. Aren't you a good cook?"

"Of course you know I am, I'm literally the one who makes breakfast."

Yuuta rolled his eyes."That doesn't change the fact that food isn't gonna be the solution to my bitter mood."

This time? It was Miren's turn to have an unnaturally visible vein on his forehead.

"Just eat the damn food, Yuuta."

Frustrated by his insistence, Yuuta took the donkkaseu from Miren's hands and shoved it into his mouth.

And immediately Miren noticed the change in his expression.

His eyes softened and his face didn't look as irritated after the first couple of bites. And his neutrality transitioned into having literal sparkles in his eyes.

After swallowing the donkkaseu, Yuuta felt a faint blush on his cheeks and looked away.

Miren saw this as an opportunity to affectionately make fun of him.

"You liked it, didn't you?"

"No comment."

Miren didn't fight back his snort."C'mon, Yuuta. Admit it already."

"Absolutely not."

"You've got to be- Yuuta, just admit that you like the donkkaseu. It isn't that difficult."

After what felt like hours of bickering, Yuuta groaned as he rolled his eyes. Miren was surprised his eyes weren't stuck at the back of his head from how many times he's rolled them.

But at least his answer was worth it. For Miren, at least.

"F-Fine….. I guess I did like it a lot more than I thought."

Taglist: [ I'd like to hear your thoughts if possible! ]

@starry-night-rose @windbornearchon @nem0-nee @fumikomiyasaki @sakuramidnight15 @geminiiviolets @twsted-princess @oseathepebble

Request by: @authoruio

Hi UiO! I'm really sorry that this took a long time for me to answer, writer's block hasn't exactly been kind to me ^^|| Another thing I'd like to apologize for is the potential ooc moments and the writing quality of the oneshot. I was genuinely excited to finish my WIP of this(Because its Yuren) oneshot, but I hope it wasn't too bad for you! I hope you enjoy this oneshot, even if the writing quality isn't the best ^^ (Also I was listening to Ifuudoudou while writing this-)

[callowaymp3]

Noah, momentarily muddled by her arched brow, wondered how they’d gotten onto the subject of her guitars, and of his playing. It had been a lazy throwaway comment, Noah hardly aware it had slipped from between his lips. He hadn’t meant to leave himself so open to Poppy knowing just what he wanted, other than her, of course. But he did covet her guitar collection, had often run his hands over their strings with reverence as he packed them away, wondering what it would be like to play such a gorgeous instrument. His guitar was beaten up, second-hand, a relic from a boy he’d once loved so much it hurt his chest if he thought about too much. But it was also falling apart, no matter what idiotic sentiment was attached to it.

“A little.” Noah downplayed it, a shrug on his shoulders as he says. “All self taught. Well, my buddy Holden, he taught me.”

It felt as though like spit collected in his mouth, on his tongue, at the mention of Holden. Noah swallowed awkwardly, looking away from Poppy to pick at the loose seam on his jeans. It was the most annoying form of word vomit, talking about Holden. He couldn’t stop bringing him up, sometimes, as though doing so might signify to the universe that he was still out there, doing well, teaching some other downtrodden, heartsick boy to play Glory Days on his guitar.

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t think you did know my name.” He shrugged it off, trying not to be too endeared by this little fact, accompanied with the fluttering of her eyelashes. He wondered absently what other things she wanted to learn about him. He wanted to learn all sorts of things about her, like the noises she made when she was kissed.

“Does this mean I should learn your coffee order? Maybe I should just take my shirt off, so we’re even stevens.” He said, smirking throughout his sentence.

Noah knew the effect he could have on women. Pretty girls, pretty boys, whoever. And he was certain he was having an effect on Poppy, if her little blushes and the lowering of her voice was anything to go by. And she didn’t have a partner. Good. She didn’t need to know that he had someone. It was just Kara, after all. Sweet, loyal Kara without a bad bone in her body. If Noah thought about her too hard it made his stomach hurt.

“I make you blush?” He cooed, his voice soft around the edges as he dropped it, light and teasing. A wide smile covered his lips as he laughed with her, his hold firm on the pockets of those tiny shorts. “But you’re so pretty. How can a boy like me make a girl like you all nervous, huh?”

God, she was even hotter up close. All soft skin that Noah wanted to press his lips to, so sweet, but Noah didn’t wanna come on too strong, scare her off. Even more, he didn’t wanna upset her. He was scrappy, and had received his own share of beatings from jealous boyfriends, but even he didn’t think he could take Diego in a fight.

“Nah uh.” he shook his head, pride bursting in his chest when Poppy placed a hand on his chin, tipping it up so he could meet her gaze. He liked that - a girl who knew what she wanted. “This is a good look for you. I like it. It’s good.”

His eyes widened in surprise a little when she complimented his shirt. Not that he was trying to gatekeep Bruce Springsteen, of all people, but he never expected it from a girl like Poppy. He’d heard her music after all.

“You know The Boss?” He asked, the excitement in his voice betraying him. He pretended to struggle over her question for a few moments, despite knowing his answer instantly. “I’m On Fire. You know it?”

Dropping his voice in a soft, goofy imitation of the song, Noah sang gently under his breath, “I got a bad desire, oh, oh, oh, I’m on fire.”

Laughing gently, Noah’s thumb brushed against the bare expanse of her stomach.

“I love it. It’s magic.”

“My guitars?” she mused, staring over at Noah. Arching a brow, curiosity got the better of her as she wondered if Noah was a musician, too. “Do you play?” 

It wasn’t hard to imagine that he might have a keen interest in music – while she hated to assume that he was specifically a fan of the band, she figured he wouldn’t be traipsing around on a tour of the Midwest if he hated music and all that it stood for. She’d never quite gotten to the bottom of who Noah was – in truth, they’d yet to get started – and she hoped now might be a good place to set the groundwork. 

Poppy frowned at his question, confusion coursing through her as she tried to make sense of it. It seemed like such an outrageous thing to say. The two of them had worked together, in some capacity, for months on end – the prospect that she might not know his name was bewildering to Poppy. 

“What? Of course I know your name, silly!” she told him, tipping her head to the side as she fluttered her lashes, another giggle spilling out into the open space. “You make my job possible, Noah. The least I could do is learn your name... and your coffee order!” 

She’d meant for the latter detail to sound playful, but anxiety tugged at the pit of her stomach. For a fleeting moment, she feared she sounded boastful, as though her acts of kindness were entirely for show and not genuine. Brief as their encounter had been thus far, she thought that Noah seemed friendly enough, so she hoped he wouldn’t see any ill intent in her words. She enjoyed bringing the whole crew their morning coffees – or, depending on the time on the call sheet, afternoon coffees – and felt that building a genuine rapport with them created an overall better environment on the tour. Ryan, for example, was the youngest in their team; Fresh out of college and straight into his first, full-time job, Ryan had aspirations of building sets and structures for tours, or even in theatres. He’d told her that over a vanilla latte and chocolate croissant one afternoon, and ever since Poppy had been sure to drop his name to anyone who would listen. 

She watched as he tugged his lower lip between his teeth, heat spreading between her legs at the sight of him. Gosh darn it, Poppy, she internally scolded herself, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. There was something so simple and yet so sexy about the action, and she couldn’t help but allow her imagination to run rampant with the image of him running his teeth along her skin before tugging her into a warm kiss, lust coursing through their veins. 

“You didn’t sleep with my anything,” she confirmed, her voice sounding somewhat raspy as she fought to keep her composure. Images continued to flash through her mind and she blinked, willing them away lest she throw caution to the wind and straddle him on the sofa in a fit of madness. “Mostly because I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend.” 

Now that she was much closer to him, he could see the flush of her cheeks, and his noting the colour she’d turned only caused the blush to deepen. She found herself giggling, her hands coming up to cover her face, shielding herself from view as he remarked on Tyler giving it to her good. His vocabulary was certainly colourful, his crude nature seeming to rival that of Diego, but much like her best friend, she found herself amused by his manner. Poppy liked to think of herself as sex positive, never wanting to shy away from conversations about something that was so natural and so fun. 

“You ever consider you’re the one making me blush?” she teased, crinkling her nose as she dropped her hands once more, flashing him a bright smile. 

Poppy gasped, then, as Noah complimented her, his words seeming to weave through her veins, twisting and tangling themselves in the pit of her stomach, making themselves at home in the depths of her chest. She felt warm, her whole body seeming to glow under his praise. Noah Calloway thought she was pretty? Poppy never thought she’d see the day. 

As if her luck couldn’t get any better, Poppy’s eyes widened as he pulled her in, his hand slipping into the pocket of her booty shorts. She felt hyper aware of herself, suddenly. All legs and chest and stomach, so much of herself exposed, up close and personal, all for Noah to see. She thought of the freckles that littered her body, close enough that Noah could probably count them all, if he wanted to. She recalled the scar on her knee, the one that matched Diego’s on his lower lip. Each blemish, each flaw, she called them her beauty marks; She wondered if Noah had noticed them, if he’d think of them the same way or if, like some of her exes, he’d think of them as disgusting, something that should be covered up. 

“You really think so?” Poppy found herself asking, suddenly in desperate need of his validation. It was pathetic, she knew, but her gaze followed his hands, absently wondering what else they were good for. “Sometimes I think I look kinda silly.” 

Before she could stop herself, her body acting without the permission of her brain, she reached out and pressed a gentle touch to the bottom of his chin. Carefully, she used her forefinger to tip his head up, his gaze leaving her tummy as she sought out his eyes, catching them with her own. 

“I really love your shirt, by the way,” she told him, her lips lifting into a tender smile. “What’s your favourite Springsteen song? Maybe I’ll make it tomorrow night’s cover. Ya know, as a thank you.” 

[buckyalpine]

What about inexperience! Bucky premature Ejaculate?

18+ Minors dni

Inexperienced Bucky x Reader

Fuck I love this so much.

Bucky swallowed thickly, your sweet glistening pussy throbbing against his tongue.

“Just like that baby” You moaned, your eyes rolling back as he licked a careful stripe through your folds before dipping his tongue in, groaning at how you gushed on his tongue. You bit your lip watching Bucky gently lick you up, his hips rutting against the mattress as he ate you out, whining and whimpering with his eyes closed. He humped the bed faster, completely lost in his own world, listening to you guide him on what to do.

He couldn’t cum yet. You deserved more pleasure and he wanted to give it to you.

“Play with my clit baby, right there” You whined out, grabbing and tugging his hair when he started to gently suckle on your clit, his lips sealed perfectly around you. He’d imagined this plenty of times, in the privacy of his room, thick cock in his hand, desperately stroking, thinking about the way you’d moan, the way you’d feel, how soft your skin would be. His name tumbled from your lips, making him grind in slow circles, hardly conscious of what he was even doing.

Fuck, it felt so good; a little more pressure wouldn’t hurt…

His cock was rock hard, straining against his sweats. He rubbed himself on the mattress, trying to find some relief, pre cum slowly starting to dribble from the tip, dampening his briefs. He started to sound needier, moaning against you, the vibrations making your clit throb as your orgasm came barrelling towards you.

He couldn’t cum, he had to stuff his cock in you, he couldn’t cum like this.

 “Keep doing that Bucky, just like that baby, doing so fucking good for me!” Your back arched off the bed, your nipples hard, tugging his hair, making Bucky’s cock throb. He groaned, not realizing how hard he was grinding against the bed, fuck it felt good, so good. His hand was one thing but tasting you on his tongue while rubbing his aching cock on your firm bed made his balls clench, he couldn’t hold it in even if he tried.

God you sounded like heaven, there was so much cum, he was so sensitive, fuck not yet, not yet not yet, slow down.

He rutted harder, flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit repeatedly till you were crying out for him, making a mess all over his face. He kept rubbing himself, chasing the warm feeling that built quickly down his spine; high pitched whines leaving his throat as cum started to pour from his leaking tip, making a mess on your sheets.

Fuck.

“Your turn James, let me take care of you baby” You cooed, your skin warm, a light sheen of sweat covering your body. You smiled down at Bucky who looked away, avoiding your eyes, anxiously tracing random shapes onto your skin. “Baby?”

 “Bucky? Is everything okay?” You reached up to pull him closer to you, searching his face for any discomfort, not noticing the front of his soaked grey sweats. Bucky blushed, nuzzling his face into your neck, his cheeks hot from embarrassment, worried he’d disappointed you.

“M’sorry baby” He mumbled, his cock sensitive as he squirmed, his thighs rubbing together feeling the hot sticky mess he made on himself.

“What? Why baby, whats wrong” You cupped his face, your thumb caressing his cheek, worried he suddenly felt uncomfortable when he refused to look at you.

“I- um” Bucky looked down at the very clear stain on his sweats, desperately wishing he could take them off. You smiled softly at him, playing with his hair while kissing his nose, your hands gently holding his face, making him look at you.

“Baby, its okay, I’m not upset bubba. Did it feel good?” Bucky nodded shyly, relaxing in your hold while you continued to give him little reassuring kisses, holding you close to him.  “It’s supposed to feel good baby”

“My sweet baby, you want to cuddle until you feel ready again?” Bucky snuggled into your chest, letting sleep take over for a moment.

*****

“Ready baby?”

Bucky nodded, carefully supporting some of his body weight as he lay on top of you, moaning as you rubbed the head of his cock onto your clit in small circles, teasing him.

“Please y/n, wanna be inside you baby” Bucky moaned, hissing when you lined his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes locked with his, your thighs spreading out further, your arousal soaking his cock perfectly.

“Right there Bucky, push your cock in baby- Bucky moaned as he started inching inside you, he’d dreamt of his but your warm silky walls were too much, practically massaging and caressing the velvety shaft of his cock.

“Fuck James, yes baby fuck yes, push your cock in me baby, stretching me Bucky, stretching me so good with your thick cock” You cried out for him, your walls sucking him deeper as he stayed still, panting into your neck.

How the fuck was he supposed to last when you said shit like that.

“Oh- Y/n, I- fuckfuckfuck you feel-” Bucky let out a strangled cry, his cock immediately throbbing as soon as his sensitive tip slid into you, streams of cum pouring into your already dripping pussy, adding to the mess on your bed. Bucky continued to rut into you, pleasure border lining pain, over stimulating himself

He had no idea how many times it would take before he’d be able to control himself, without shooting his load the second you touched him.

“Sorry y/n I-

You shook your head, not letting him continue, wrapping your legs around him to keep him from pulling out.

“Keep your cock warm baby, we have all night, you can take as many times as you need”

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[pastorpresent]

elvis presley with lolita reader. reader is always barefoot in her little flower garden at Graceland, reading her little books and in those cute little dresses,,, can u please elaborate on this <3(reader is OBVIOUSLY of age)

Privacy.

Thank you for the ask my lovely! I hope this is what you pictured at least a little.

{ an escape, a sanctuary, call it whatever. It doesn't matter. All that matters is it belongs solely to the two of you. }

Elvis x y/n, or Austin!elvis x y/n if preferred.

The flower garden was intially created for privacy.

Graceland had long been a famous landmark of sorts for an ocean of fans and sea of paparazzi long before your arrival. Regardless of whether Elvis was there or not, the crowds outside never waned - waiting for hours to see glimpses of anything at all through the tall metal gates.

You had of course accepted this loss of privacy when you accepted his request to be your partner.

It would've been far too naive of you to not consider the fact as part of your acceptance, and so you resigned to spend most of your time at Graceland inside.

Still, you missed the feeling of grass beneath your feet. You missed spending time amongst soft greens and the warm glow of the sun, but it was the sacrifice you had willingly made.

Elvis had a way of sensing when you were unhappy. It was actually quite impressive, really. The reality was you spent far too much time apart with his performing and recording, and so it only served to surprise you when he would return and immediately read you like an open book with all the skill of a pair that hadn't spent a second away from each other since courting.

It was during one of those moments when the initial purpose of the garden was formed.

"You need to tell me what's wrong, sweetness, or I can't help you," he said, and you force your small smile, cuddling into his side and settling against the cushions. You hardly want to ruin your precious time together causing him worry.

He didn't let the topic drop though, and when you finally relented and admitted to missing the privacy you used to have outside, he looks thoughtful. He's uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the evening, and you worry initially that your admittance had upset him.

You wake the next morning to gardeners digging up large patches of grass around the back of the house, and Elvis watching them from the window with a smug grin.

"What's going on?"

You tumble out the covers and join him at the window, eyebrows creasing as you watch the crowd of workers below drink from mugs of coffee and operate machinery.

"Privacy, baby," Elvis announces, gesturing to the current mounds of soil in the garden, and you arch your brow.

"Privacy?"

Elvis looks almost conspiratorial as he winks, tugging you closer by an arm around your waist. He presses a kiss to your head, and nods.

"You'll see soon enough, don't let anyone say I let my girl want for nothin'."

And soon enough, you did see. Elvis admitted upon the gardens completion that he hadn't designed it exactly, because he was no good at that, but he had pitched his vision with the tag line of private, and that it was. The garden was surrounded in dense shrubs and trees, making it all but invisible to prying eyes.

The first time you ventured out, you had a book tucked under your arm in preparation. You kicked your shoes off onto the concrete, and Elvis sent you a funny look which made you laugh.

"Trust me, it feels amazing," you promise, and he leaves his shoes at the door even if he does appear skeptical.

"You're raving mad, woman," he says, but you grab his hand and pull him towards the garden anyway.

It truly was a work of art. The flowers bloomed so bright and colourful. The grass smelt wonderfully fresh, and it felt even better beneath your toes. You spend time admiring everything, until ultimately you feel yourself get tugged down by Elvis, thumping against his chest as he slides down a large tree. A brief playful fight breaks out between you both, as you try to squirm free and he keeps a tight hold of your torso, pressing kisses over your cheek.

Eventually, you relent with a smile, announcing your surrender as you sink into him and flatten your dress.

"Do you like it?" Elvis asks, and you can hear the note of nervousness in his voice, a niggling doubt in the back of his mind.

You arch your neck enough to capture his lips against your own.

"I love it. It's perfect. Thank you so much, baby," you hum, and the traces of tension vanish from his body as he plants a small peck to the corner of your mouth.

"Anything for you, mama."

-x-

"I thought I'd find you out here."

You look up from your book, back against the tree, and you can feel the soft smile sliding over your features when you see him approaching.

Something isn't quite right, though. He was supposed to be on the road to LA right about now. You had waved him off yourself, shielding your tears from the boys and the fans as you watched his bus dissapear over the horizon.

That had been a good few hours ago, and yet here he was, still dressed in the clothes he left in with a defeated grimace on his face.

Wordlessly, you shuffle over and pat the ground next to you.

You spent most of your time in the garden over the last few months. It truly was an escape of sorts, and despite his insistence that he could hire someone for the upkeep you loved walking around with your watering can tending the beautiful flowers. You would often sit out here into the late hours, a cup of tea and a book at your side, listening to the hum of activity inside as whatever group Elvis had invited that night chatted and played music alongside him.

The garden had become a refuge for him too, in a lot of ways. You would share picnics together as the sun set over the soft grass. Sometimes he would bring his guitar and strum chords, singing softly. Sometimes you would both race and crouch around the maze of shrubbery, playing hide and seek like children. Other times you would both just lie there, intertwined and lost in the others touch.

Once the house had quietened, he would inevitably make his way outside with a cup of his own, and settle down beside you. You would lay your book aside with a flower pressed within to mark your page, and you would both talk for hours about everything and nothing.

"Got into a fight with the Colonel. He- he swore I wouldn't be singin' in this one. That's why I signed the goddamn contract - thought it would be one of those proper films that people would take seriously," he takes the offered space next to you, all but throwing himself at the ground.

Immediately you open up your arms, letting him get close enough to hide away in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped secure around your waist, and you hugged him as tight as you could manage, kissing the top of his head.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I truly am," your heart aches as you feel the dampness on your neck, and you wish you could wipe away his sadness with the tears.

"I read the damn script and made 'em turn the bus right 'round. Colonel is gonna be furious. So will daddy."

"Screw 'em," you say reverently, and you mean it.

"Screw all of 'em. If you're not happy, it's not up to them to force you."

He pulls back a little, although he's still holding onto you like you're the oxygen he needs to breathe.

"I ever told you how much I love ya?"

You smile, shrugging.

"A few times, but I'm always up for hearing it again."

His face breaks into that child like little grin you only ever see when you're both alone, and it's infectious.

He kisses you deep, hands combing gently through your hair. The kiss leaves you a little breathless, and he seems to count that as a triumph.

"I do love the privacy of this place," he hums, and goes in for another you're more than happy to give.

-x-

Years will pass, and eventually a little girl with his bright curious eyes and his mischievous smile along with your own adoration for the blooming flowers reads under the tree sandwiched between you both.

Years later, you place a small memorial just beneath the same tree. The rest of Graceland is opened to the public, but you fence off the little garden. You hum the tune to a few chords once played on a guitar, and weep.

[xiaowhore]

a dance with the devil

childe

(Before you begin reading, I highly recommend you listen to this playlist!)

Despite being dressed in your finest clothes, you couldn't help but feel awfully out of place in the luxurious ballroom.

A glittering chandelier hung in the air, sparkling brightly like an array of stars. Clacking of heels against the marble floors pricked at your ears, merry laughter sprinkled throughout the light chatter of the guests. Dresses twirled left and right as the women spun in the waltz, prompting a spike of envy to stab at your gut.

How marvelous it would be to dance with the man you loved.

Unfortunately, you were of no position to do such thing—he was already in the middle of waltzing away with your best friend, who you knew was madly infatuated with him as well. You couldn't be a hindrance to her happiness.

But you were upset with her. Just a little bit.

“What are you moping around here for, princess?” a jeering voice snapped you out of your trance, sobering you from wallowing in self-pity. In that instance, you clicked your tongue, swiveling your head to face the foolish man approaching you whom disregarded your visible foul mood entirely.

“None of your business,” you replied coldly, but Childe had simply laughed in response. He slid to the position next to you, away from prying eyes. Not that anyone would bother glancing at the cornermost sides of the room, anyway.

“This whole thing should be very fun for someone like you, and yet you're stuck here in the shadows. Why is that, hm?”

“Like I said, it's nothing you should worry about,” you sighed, crossing your arms. You shouldn't have worn a sleeveless dress in this chilly evening.

“I'm willing to lend an ear,” he offered, sweet and kind on the surface, but you knew better than to allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of someone who belonged in Fatui. A scoff left your lips.

“Sure you are. Don't you have anything better to do?”

“Not at the moment, so I thought I should take this chance to cheer up my dear friend.” Childe's lips curled into a knowing smirk. You arched your brows downward.

“Cheer up? I don't get what you mean.”

“Only a fool wouldn't notice you giving heart eyes to lover boy over there.” you flinched when his eyes darted to the man of your dreams. “It's truly unfortunate to be stuck in an unrequited love, don't you think?”

“...You're spouting nonsense.” you adamantly avoided his burning gaze at your form. “Heart eyes? I do not... possess such thing.”

He scrutinized the discomfort in your expression. The music slowly died down to transition into a new song, and you attempted to pin your focus on that matter instead of minding his words.

“Alright,” he easily accepted your excuse. “Let's leave it at that. More importantly, I had been meaning to ask you...” he held out his hand, this time displaying a polite smile. “Care to join me for a dance, princess?”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to search for what he truly wanted. “What are you planning?”

“Aren't you too suspicious of me?”

“You're from the Fatui, Childe. Of course I would be suspicious of you.”

He chuckled. “That may be true, but I only want to dance with you. Honest.”

You fumbled with the ruffles on your dress, reluctant to accept. You were hardly capable of tolerating this entire event, you couldn't handle stepping into the actual crowd. “I'm... not in the mood to da-”

“He's looking.”

No prior context had been given, but you managed to pick up on the hint. Tentatively, you willed your eyes to sneak a peek to your best friend.

True to his words, the man you loved was there, staring at the pair of you. He flinched when you caught him looking, forced to return his attention to your friend annoyed by him being distracted. You didn't know what that meant.

You didn't know what that meant at all, but your heart throbbed in glee for attaining his concern, even for just a few seconds. It didn't matter how insignificant it was. You wanted his attention.

“Do you think I'm desperate?” you whispered as you held Childe's hand, who took it as his cue to lead you forward. He hummed ambiguously, not quite giving you a desirable answer.

“Perhaps.” his hand found its place on your waist, the other entangled with your own. Yet your gaze was set elsewhere, too far away that he began to felt lonely. Unsatisfied with the remaining space between you, he pulled you even closer, coaxing a yelp to fall from your lips. “Eyes on me, princess. I'm your partner, not him.”

“...Sorry,” you apologized, forcibly tearing your eyes from the sight. Awkwardly, you stared at the floor instead. “If I step on your foot accidentally, I apologize in advance.”

Childe sighed, momentarily letting go of your waist to use his hand to tilt your head upwards, encouraging you to look straight into his eyes. “Then please pay more attention to me, hm?”

Bewitched, you couldn't say anything other than a quiet “Okay.”

(Do you think I'm desperate? The question still rings in Childe's mind as he spins you in the waltz.

Yes, he wants to answer. But so am I.

Because even as you dance, you keep stealing glances from somewhere far away. Even if he's in front of you, you don't look at him, unprivy to his longing gaze as you look at another man. Even when he was there all along—

You'd still want someone else.

He snaps out of his reverie when he feels an ache on his cheek. “Hey Childe, you're the one spacing out now,” you pinch at his skin. “You said it first. Please pay more attention to me?”

His mouth involuntarily twitches into a stupid grin. “As much as you want, princess.”

It's because you're like this that he can't give you up.)