#i rushed to make this . i needed it out of my head immediately

[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ i know love . . . m.s

in which . . . matt’s deeply in love with you, and he proves it to you.

warnings . . . fluff, descriptions of making out, dry humping, suggestiveness, pet names.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #9

the city lights flicker outside the windows, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. you’re curled up on the couch, feet tucked under you, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, barely paying attention to your surroundings. you don’t even notice when the front door clicks open, not until warm and familiar arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you back against a solid chest. a shiver runs down your spine at the feel of his body pressing against yours, his breath hot against your neck.

“miss me?” matt’s voice is low, teasing, but you can hear the softness underneath it. you sigh dramatically, leaning your head back slightly to look at him. “maybe a little.” matt laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest, and he moves to sit next to you. his fingers find yours immediately, intertwining with them like they’ve always belonged there. you can feel the calluses on his hand, the warmth of his skin, and it sends a spark straight to your chest.

“how was work?” you ask, trying to keep it light, but your pulse is already quickening from the closeness of his touch. he exhales, a little tired but mostly relieved to be home. “better now.” you can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips. “smooth.”matt grins, that mischievous look lighting up his eyes. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, and the simple gesture makes your breath catch in your throat. “you know me.”

your gaze flickers down to where his hand still holds yours, you bite your lip, trying to find the words to say. “i missed you a lot, actually.” matt’s eyebrows raise slightly, a curious smile tugging at his lips. “yeah?” you nod, your hand sliding up his arm, the muscles there tight under your touch. “before you, i thought i knew what love was,” you murmur, your voice soft. “but with you… i feel like i understand it now. the way we are, the way you make me feel like i’m everything you need.”

matt leans in a little, his breath warm on your skin. “i get that,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “with you, it’s not like anything i’ve ever felt. it’s real, you know? deeper than anything i’ve ever imagined.” you can feel the heat between you rising, a tension building that you can’t ignore anymore. there’s something about the way he looks at you, the way his eyes never leave yours, that makes your heart race.

you move a little, shifting closer to matt. “i used to think love was just the fireworks, the rush. but now i think it’s in the little things. like how you always text me good morning, even when you’re barely awake. or how you know exactly when i need space, and when i need you closer. or how, every night, you pull me in, like you don’t want me to leave.”

his breath hitches as your lips graze his ear, and he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “i do that?” he asks, his voice raw with a hint of surprise. you nod, a slow, teasing smile pulling at your lips. “every night.” matt looks at you for a long moment, and then his hand slides up to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as he leans in, his lips brushing yours in the lightest of touches. it’s almost like he’s testing the waters, making sure you’re still there, still real.

you breathe him in, the sweetness of his breath mixing with the intoxicating scent of his skin, and without thinking, you pull him closer, pressing your lips against his harder. this time, matt doesn’t hesitate. he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every moment.

the kiss melts into something more urgent, more desperate. matt’s hands slide down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you feel the heat of his body against yours, every inch of him radiating warmth. you let out a soft gasp when you feel the press of his chest against yours, the weight of his body making your heart race.

the air swirls around you, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of his lips on yours, the way his hands move over you like they can’t get enough. you can’t get enough. everything you feel, everything you want, is right there in his kiss, in the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world.

matt doesn’t disconnect his lips from yours as he pulls you onto his lap oh so effortlessly. his hand tangled into your hair, his free hand holding your hip, encouraging you to grind against his lap. you moaned into his mouth, feeling his hand tighten on your hips. you felt matt’s erection against your clothed cunt and his plaid blue pajama pants. matt began trailing kisses on your cheek and down the side of your neck.

“fuck—so fucking beautiful baby, keep workin’ those hips for me..” matt murmured against your skin, the movements in your hips increasing desperately, you could feel your wetness drenching your panties quickly. your lips crashed against matt’s again, you felt the vibrations of his groans against your lips. the way he ran his hands over your body, the way he kissed you, spoke to you…it all felt like a dream.

you knew love, and it was matt.

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[loverofwomenswrongs]

DON'T ACT SO SURPRISED | PT.2

****** Pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader Words: 0.9K Warnings: smut

****** Part 1

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[So this is, I think, my second time writing smut, so bare that in mind. I don't think it's very good. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it]

As soon as they were backstage, Billie grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged her along. They rushed past the singer’s crew, who tried to congratulate them, but all they got in response was a terse, “Someone take my stuff back to the hotel, please.” The crew watched as Billie and Y/n sprinted toward the parking lot.

“Billie, slow down,” Y/n called out, but Billie didn’t seem to hear. Her mind was elsewhere, her face set with determination.

It was no secret that Billie liked speed, but tonight, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that they were in real danger. She stole a quick glance at her girlfriend, who was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were white. It wasn’t anger that caused the tension—Y/n could tell that much.

Billie hadn’t said a word—nothing during the drive, and nothing as they entered the hotel lobby. She ignored the worker who greeted them, leaving Y/n to mumble quick apologies as she struggled to keep up. In seconds, Billie was already standing at the elevator, waiting for it to arrive.

The ride up was no better. The air was thick with tension. Billie fiddled with her fingers, while Y/n’s gaze stayed fixed on her girlfriend’s clenched hands, wondering what had her so wound up.

As soon as they stepped inside the room, Billie had Y/n pressed against the door, no space between them, lips almost brushing, breaths mixing. And then a low, lustful whisper, “You have no idea how much I missed you”

“Yeah?” Y/n tried to sound confident, but her voice cracked at the tension and anticipation. 

“Yeah, baby… Also you looked so good on stage” The singer, if it was possible, stepped even closer, chests pressing together with heavy breaths. “But I think you will look better under me”. And as Y/n whimpered, Billie snapped, crashing their lips together in a rough, desperate kiss. Hands were everywhere, both girls gripping at what they could, clothes, skin, hair. 

Y/n pulled apart to catch her breath, just for her girlfriend to attach her lips to her neck, knowingly leaving marks, sucking and licking, as Y/n shuddered under her. Billie placed her hands on her tights, and tapped on her side, so she jumped wrapping her legs around her waist, as the black haired girl directed them to the bed. 

Billie took the opportunity to watch Y/n up and down, eyes trailing through her, yet, clothed body. “I think this clothes have to come off”, her girlfriend just nodded, but apparently that wasn’t enough for her, “Words, babygirl”

“Yes, please, Billie, take them”

And she just did. Slowly, teasing. First the hoodie, then the shirt underneath, fingers barely touching Y/n’s burning skin. Billie’s lips immediately returned to the exposed skin, kissing Y/n’s collarbones, and started to slowly trail down, stopping above the thin bra that gave away Y/n hardened nipples. She softly kissed them, making Y/n back arch, “Love, please, don’t tease”

“But this is just too fun, watching how desperate you are for me” But she still unclasped Y/n’s bra, throwing it somewhere, not that they did mind. Before returning to Y/n, Billie took her shirt off, too hot to wear it anymore. A hand went straight to one boob, lips to the other one, Y/n a panting mess at that point. Her hand went to Billie’s head, pushing her down, “Patience, mama”, she could feel her smirk on her skin. Y/n let a frustrated huff, “Fuck that, Billie, I- I really need you”

“If you ask so nicely” Billie finally left her chest, trailing down with sloppy kisses, marking her here and there. She thought about teasing a bit more, but decided to give her girlfriend what she wanted. When she reached Y/n’s core, she blew on it, sending another wave of shivers through her that turned into a gasp when Billie finally pressed her lips on her clit.

Her hand tugged Billie’s hair, making the singer release a moan, as she picked one of her legs and placed it on her shoulder. Y/n had barely noticed the change of posture, when two fingers were deep inside her, “God, you are already so tight, gonna cum soon?”

“Please, don’t stop”

And she didn’t, she quickened her pace, both fingers and mouth working on a crumbling Y/n. It was soon when she felt her muscles go rigid, shaking as she was brought to her high, undoing under Billie’s touch, who slowed her moments as her breath became steady. 

“That’s it baby” She made her way up, their lips combining in a tender kiss after all the lust. “How are you feeling?”. One thing about Billie, she was the sweetest at the aftercare. She was the perfect mix between hard and soft. 

“I’m feeling great, that was amazing… I missed you so much” Y/n placed herself on Billie’s chest, hearing the slow beating of her heart. “I promise I’ll return it, but I’m about to fall asleep, today was stressful”

“Don’t worry, bubs, I know you will” Billie threaded her finger through Y/n’s hair, her voice being barely a whisper. “Thank you so much for today, honestly… I don’t deserve you”

“You deserve the world, my love” Y/n kissed her quickly, before resting back on her chest, their eyes never leaving each other’s. She raised her hand to stroke Billie’s cheek, making her eyes flutter at the feeling, “I love you so much”

“I love you too, my superstar”

[everlastingserenitys]

MY NEXT DIVORCE?

summ. single father sylus hasn't gotten any action lately, until you found him.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. dilf!sylus, divorcee!sylus, kinda pervy too, p in v, dirty talk, almost getting caught, oral, fingering a/n I really really like this one mmm

cross posted from ao3 ;3

It got to the point where Sylus stopped caring about his divorces.

He never liked any of the women he’s been with, anyway.

Except for the fact he did get one of them pregnant.

After their daughter was born, the wife got bored of him, so she left the kid to Sylus.

Now he had full custody of the child.

But years passed and he hadn’t gotten any action or any new relationship after his most recent wife left him.

He was so close to giving up, until one night…

Sylus was sitting at the bar like it was any regular day. He swirled his glass in a circular motion, watching the drink flow in his glass.

He let out a heavy sigh as he day dreamed into thin air, the sounds of the music deafening his ears and he looked around, hoping to find someone tonight.

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose and took off his glasses.

Then, he felt tapping on his shoulder. Sylus turned to the person tapping him and almost fainted.

His eyes darted up and down at your figure resting against the empty barstool next to his. His eyes immediately make eye contact with your miniskirt showing off everything under.

He examined your whole outfit head to toe, it was like you were begging to be fucked tonight. And he wanted to be the one to give you that.

Sylus raised an eyebrow at you, picking up his glasses from the table and putting them back on.

Your fingers graze his bicep and his breath hitches. It was obvious the feeling was mutual. Sylus got up from his seat and threw a few bills on the counter before dragging you out of the bar.

“If you wanted it that bad you could’ve used your words.” He mumbled, his grip tightening on your wrist as he rushed to the car.

The back door flung open and you were slammed in the backseat. Sylus large figure loomed over you and his face inched closer and closer towards you.

“Tell me you want it, please” Sylus begged, the last word slipped out in a desperate whine and it was obvious he needed it more than you.

“I need it…” you sigh, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. You lightly tug on the buttons, letting each of them slip off one by one.

“Damn it, sweetie..” he groaned, watching as your fingers slid through each button, one by one. Eventually each button was off and the shirt draped to his sides.

Your eyes dart to his perfectly toned chest and, instinctively, you glide your fingers along his abs. As your cold fingertips make contact with his hard abs, Sylus was already acting like a puppy who just ran a marathon.

His face was flushed in a bright pink tone and his breath was getting ragged by the second, he couldn’t control himself anymore and crashed his lips onto yours.

Sylus pushed his tongue deep in your mouth, causing both your tongues to intertwine together. His chest was pressed against you and you felt like you were going to collapse any second.

“W-wait! Here?” You pull away and glance around the car, Sylus sighed and looked around the car as well.

“My daughter may be home in a bit but I guess we could go to my place.”

Your eyes widened, “daughter? Then maybe I shouldn’t-”

“Why would I get on you if I had a wife, sweetie?” Sylus chuckled, giving you a quick peck on your lips and headed over to the driver's seat.

You slump in your seat and watch as Sylus starts up the car. You look out the window and back at the rear view window, where you make eye contact with Sylus.

“So, how old is your daughter?” You ask, while fidgeting with your fingers.

“Thirteen.”

“Ah, nice..”

Sylus nodded and switched the conversation. You didn’t realize how fast time passed until Sylus told you, you both were already at his house.

He stepped out the driver's door and quickly opened your door. His arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you off the seat, carrying you to the front door.

Sylus fumbled the keys out of his pocket and when he finally got it out, he didn’t realize it but his hands were shaking as he tried to open the door.

The key slicked in the keyhole and Sylus pushed open the door.

The second the door flung open he placed you on the ground and shoved you against the wall. His shirt was still undone and you felt the hardness of his abs brush against your chest.

Sylus held onto you as his hips rock against yours. His needy lips eventually found yours and he brings you into a fierce, suffocating kiss

Sylus’ fingers slip under your skirt and he lifts it up, your bare pussy was on display for him and he let out a growl of need.

His fingers sunk in your soaking cunt and he stroked it lazily, his large fingers were enough to stretch you out enough. You squirm under his touch and he pulls away, pushing you down on your knees.

Sylus’ fingers reached his belt and he unbuckled it in a swift motion. He pressed his boner against your wet lips and slid his fingers in your hair, directing you to look up at him.

“Suck.”

You grin. Your cold tongue darts to his chest and you slid it down his chest, letting it make contact with his rough, warm skin. Your tongue lingers on his faded happy trail and Sylus let out a needy whimper as his fingers tightened on your hair.

“Keep…going” he groaned, pushing your head further down. Your lips kiss his boner which was already dripping through his boxers and eventually, suck up the mess all over him.

An impatient sigh left sylus’ lips and he pulled down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out in a quick movement. Your eyes widen and you wrap your fingers around it.

You leaned in closer and you slid your tongue against his dripping tip.

Your lips latch onto the head of his cock and you deliberately push his whole length, deep in your mouth. The tip of his cock made contact with your throat and you held back a gag as you continued thrusting yourself back and forth on his cock.

“That’s good….soo good..” he groaned, pushing your head in and out. A whine slipped out of your lips and you grabbed onto him tighter.

“‘m gonna cum!” He moaned, pulling your head away and releasing all over your face. A streak of warm, white cum sprawled all over your face and you chuckle.

Sylus laughed in response and quickly cleaned up your face. When he finished, he lifted you off the ground, your legs shook as you got up and Sylus carried you to his room.

“My kid should be home in ten minutes… let’s make this quick, yeah?” He asked as his glowy ruby eyes looked into yours. You nod and Sylus kicks open his bedroom door, placing you on the bed.

You plop on the bed, your breasts bounced at the impact and you immediately notice Sylus’ eyes dart towards there.

He grabbed onto your thighs as he spread your legs apart. You moan as he aligned himself between your spread legs.

He rocks his hips against yours. The friction of his sloppy cock making contact with your dripping pussy was making you get turned on.

Sylus was already hard. He slicked his cock on your pussy, rubbing himself back and forth until he felt it was good enough.

“Sylus! just put it i-inngh?!”

Sylus thrusted his cock in your hole, not even half his length was inside you and your cunt looked like it was about to rip off any second now.

“Shit…you’re so tight, are you a virgin?” Sylus moaned, pushing more of his length inside you. You shook your head and thrusted yourself in him.

“You sure?”

“I promise!” You whined. Soft begging filled the room and you were getting more desperate by the second. Your hips buck at the feeling of his tip reaching your cervix and continuously pound into it.

“Sylus more!”

“More? Beg then.”

“P-please mo—mmph” your begging was interrupted when sylus’ fingers shoved deep into your throat. He gave you a warning glance and that’s when you knew what was going on.

His daughter came home, earlier than expected.

“Dad?! Where are you?” His daughter yelled. Her muffled voice sounded like it was getting closer and closer.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Give me two minutes, yeah?” Sylus yelled back. He continued to pound into you as his daughter's footsteps faded away.

Sylus pulled his fingers out of you, a gasp escaped your lips as you beg for release already. He nods and thrusts himself into you one last time, letting pleasure spark through you as a streak of cum pools out of him.

He placed his fingers between your cunt and stretched it out, watching his and your cum stream out of you.

He pulled away and plopped on top of you.

“How am I going to leave?” You chuckle, pushing his head away from your chest. He groans and hugs you again.

“Just stay the night, I'll tell my daughter I started seeing you.”

part 4 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[spearsillustration]

Younger Cecil Stedman X Secret Wife/Hero Reader

Summary - This takes place immediately after Cecil gets hurt, following all the intense surgery and necessary medical procedures to patch him up. The wounds are still fresh, and the lingering ache from the ordeal is a constant reminder of how close things came to going horribly wrong.

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Notes - Oay since this is my first time writing for him it might be ooc, but I’m trying my best. Though after reading all the other fanfics about him (which isn’t enough) I think I did enough research. Plus rewating every scene he’s in I think I’m ready. Alright, enough ranting I hope you enjoy. 

P.S. I rushed to finish this after work so there might be some small mistakes here and there. I'll edit it in due time.

Word count: 2,510

Page number: 7

It had been two weeks since I’d heard anything from Cecil. I called and texted him till my fingers went numb. We might go weeks without seeing each other due to work but he’d always try to call or message me so we knew the other was alright. Last I knew he went on a solo mission when they got a tip, but I was sure he would be fine. If it was something life-threatening they would have sent me in to assist as his partner. 

After I hadn’t heard back from him I knew something was wrong. I had to keep our marriage a secret for both our safety, but It was hard to keep a level head not knowing if my husband was okay. I made calls asking about his whereabouts in a way that didn’t scream desperately worried. 

It was another week before I got any information and…It wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I was told the entire mission was confidential information. But was told that Celil got hurt pretty badly.  They reassured me of his excellent care, and their voices receded to a faint hum in the back of my mind, the shock numbing my senses. He had been in the medical facility for the past two weeks and I hadn’t been told a single thing. I had to control myself as my blood felt like it was boiling. But the anger quickly passed and despair followed. I thanked them for finally getting back with me.

I asked if I could see him. I joked that I needed to make sure my favorite partner wasn’t dead yet. I worked with most of the higher ranked agents but I worked with him the most. Noone needed to know the real reason, to any if them we just worked well together. It was hard to put on the fake smile and laughter that followed. 

They weren't sure if he was ready for visitors. I have to ask someone higher up to get anything done around here. I rubbed my temple in frustration and with a deep sigh thanked them before hanging up the phone. 

I had to make an appointment with the medical facility desk the following day and fill out paperwork explaining why I was visiting and so forth. The process was excruciating as it was time-consuming. Guess being a hero who works for the GDA doesn’t get you ahead of anyone else around here. I rushed through everything making my handwriting sloppy as all hell but I got it finished and quickly gave it back so I could see him as soon as possible. 

“In a hurry (Y/N).” The person working at the desk joked with a smile. 

“Y-Yeah plenty of work to get done, people to save all that,” I responded as normal as possible. 

“I understand that. I’ll get these sorted out as quickly as I can for you. But for now, I’ll need you to wait over there for me.” She said gesturing to the seats where I just was.

I held back an annoyed sigh as I thanked her. I returned to my seat in the corner. Every minute dragged on making me worry even more. After a while, I pulled out my phone looking for a distraction so my mind didn’t wander too much. But that made it worse when I ended up opening my gallery and looking at the few pictures I had of Cecil and me. I had some cute selfies of us together, a picture I took when he fell asleep at his desk that he thinks I deleted, date photos, and things he sent me from work. 

“(Y/N),” She called from the desk. 

My head quickly shot up as I heard my name.  

“You can see him now. The doctor says he’s well enough for visitors”

“Thank you,” I quickly responded and I calmly walked to his room, well until I was out of sight then I practically ran. 

Once I got to his room I froze unable to move for a moment. It took me a good minute before I brought my hand up to knock on the door. I heard a strained voice.

“Come in,” Cecil said voice sounding deeper than the last time I heard him. 

I slowly opened the door expecting the worst. 

When I opened his door his face was inflamed and raw from previous reconstructive surgery, marred by a prominent scar that ran across half of his face. Despite the shock and pain, a surge of relief washed over me—Cecil was alive, albeit heavily sedated. 

"Cecil..." I mumbled as my eyes watered in relief. 

A hoarse, gravelly whisper escaped his lips, his voice cracked and rough. "(Y/N)...?"

I slowly walked over the the hospital bed he was lying in and sat down on the chain that was beside his bed. I gripped his hand with both of mine lovingly as if I was gonna lose him now. 

“Yes, I'm here,” I said with a smile as tears fell down my face.

His fingers trembled ever so slightly, but he managed to squeeze my hand. "Don't...cry." he rasped, his expression tightening with effort. "Look...at me."

I looked into his eyes weakly unable to stop the tears from streaming down my face.

His gaze softened as he noticed my tears, a pang of anguish flashed across his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, movement restricted by lingering pain. He gently swiped his thumb against my cheek, attempting to comfort me.

"I'm okay," he whispered, his voice hoarse and laced with weakness. "I'm... here, (Y/N)."

I leaned into his touch and caressed his hand. “I-I could have lost you. I don’t even know what happened to you for two weeks I’ve been driving myself insane not even knowing if you were alive.” I said between weak whimpers almost unable to stop myself from sobbing.

The sound of my voice, trembling and filled with sobs, pierced him deeply. He squeezed my hand again, a silent act of reassurance. Even in his pain-muddled state, he loathed seeing me this distraught.

His gaze bore into me, unflinching and intense. "You...didn't lose me." His voice, though rough, held a steely resolve. "I'm here...I'm not going anywhere."

“I should have been there. You might not be stuck in this damn hospital bed if I went with you.” I said sorrowfully, deeply regretting my absence. “It's never safe to go on missions alone, why were you alone?” I wined out painfully.

His grip tightened on my hand, a mix of annoyance and concern crossing his expression. "Stop." His voice held a touch of firmness. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

He sighed, looking away momentarily, his gaze fixated on the sterile, blank hospital wall.  "I...went...alone because...it was supposed to be...low risk. The intelligence was wrong."

I looked away in shame. “I still wish I was there for you.”

"Stop," he repeated, his voice stern but not without a note of vulnerability. "You...can't always be there."

He shifted his gaze back to me. "I don't want you...risking your life...just for me. I need you...safe."

“I know, but I was so scared. They didn’t even tell me you were hurt till the other day. I was worried to death.”

He winced at my words, his expression etched with pain both physical and emotional. The intensity in his eyes softened as he realized the depth of my concern.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I...didn't consider...how scared you would be...waiting for me."

“Of course, I was worried. I’m not just your partner Cecil, I'm your wife. It's my job to worry about you. On and off work.” 

The corner of his lip lifted in a small, tired smirk.

"Worrying isn’t on the list of your marital duties," he retorted weakly, trying to infuse a hint of humor into the situation.

“Well with you it's at the top of the list.”

His smirk broadened ever so slightly, his eyes softening with affection.

"You're hardly the stereotypical doting housewife," he pointed out.

“Well, a stereotypical wife couldn't handle you.”

A chuckle, low and rumbling, escaped him, though it was followed by a wince of pain. "Ain't that...the truth," he agreed, his eyes gleaming with affection.

Seeing him wince in pain made my smile fall. “How are you feeling... really?”

His expression sobered, the amusement in his eyes fading as he sighed heavily. "Like... I got hit by a goddamn truck," he admitted. "Whole body feels like it's on fire. And my head hurts like a sonofabitch."

“Even with all the painkillers they most likely got you on?”

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Painkillers...take the edge off," he muttered, his gaze distant. "But they don't...fix everything." He shifted uncomfortably, wincing again as the movement aggravated his already sore body.

I scooted the chair I was sitting in even closer to his bed. I’d be in the hospital bed with him if I didn’t have any self-control. 

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or is it to confidential?” I asked turning to look him in the eyes. 

“Look you know I can’t tell you, and…you don’t want to know.” He answered the way I expected him too.

“Then it’s probably for the best then,” I responded meekly but pushed past that feeling. “How much longer till you can leave the medical facility and I can get you some real food?” 

“Probably another week before they finally let me go.” He sighed in annoyance. 

“Well guess I’ll have to come visit you every day till they finally release you.” I teased knowing he hated sitting around doing nothing in a bed all day. 

His gaze fixed on me, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I know you will," he murmured, his voice gruff but lacking any hint of annoyance. "Can't get rid of... you that easy."

“Oh, so you thought getting hurt and almost dying would get rid of me. That some facial scar would bother me. Hell, you married me, and it's gonna take far more than that to run me off. Till death do us part is literal with me sweetheart.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile as I continued. “You’re too stubborn.”

“Well, I have to be when It comes to you or you’d never listen,” I said with a smile before gently kissing the new scar on his face.

He flinched at the touch of my lips against his sensitive scar, though his expression softened as he felt the love in that tender gesture making his cheeks turn a light shade of pink that was almost too light to notice. 

"Careful," he murmured gently "It's still a bit tender."

I bit my lip playfully with a wink, “It's kind of attractive.” 

He let out a huff of amusement, his smirk returning. "You always did...have peculiar tastes," he said, a slight edge of teasing in his voice.

“Well, I married you if that tells you anything.”

"You must've...lost your damn mind,"

“Maybe a little,” I responded before hearing a knock at the door. I quickly shot up and made myself presentable since our marriage was a secret to almost everyone else.

His attention shifted to the knock on the door, his expression slightly alarmed. Despite his injured state, there was a guarded wariness in his gaze. He discreetly gestured for me to step back, not wanting outsiders to witness the intimacy of your relationship.

 I moved the chair back and stood up to answer the door. A GDA nurse entered, her expression professional and her voice courteous.

"Good evening, ma'am. I just need to check on Mr. Stedman's vitals." She briskly moved to the side of his bed, affixing the blood pressure cuff to his arm without sparing either of us a second glance.

"Of course." I stepped back so I wasn't in her way and continued speaking to Cecil but only about the stuff he missed at work while he was gone so we wouldn't give away our relationship.

He nodded, shifting slightly to allow the nurse access to his arm. As the nurse proceeded to take his vitals, he engaged in the conversation with you, keeping up the pretense of a casual work update. His gaze flickered between you and the nurse, aware of the need to maintain discretion.

Once the nurse was finished and left us alone I let out a sigh. As the nurse departed, closing the door behind her, the room fell silent once again. He relaxed slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing now that she was gone.

"Close call," he murmured, his gaze flickering from the door to me. 

"It not like we were making passionate love to each other." I teased.

"That's not the point," he retorted gruffly, trying to maintain a stern demeanor. "We're trying to keep things... under wraps."

"Trust me I know more than anyone," I responded before my watch started beeping alerting me of trouble. I sighed in annoyance and looked up at Cecil painfully.

He noticed the beeping of your watch and the expression of annoyance on your face. A frown creased his brow as he recognized the sound.

"Duty calls?" he murmured, his voice tinged with resignation.

"At the worst times, as usual, People always need saving at the most inconvenient times I swear," I mumbled. "But I'll be back as soon as I can. And don't almost die on me again while I'm gone please."

His expression softened, his gaze fixed on you intently. "No promises," he said with a hint of a smirk, though his words held a note of sincere concern. "Be careful out there."

“Always am. But let's not forget something.” I quickly remarked before walking back over and leaning in for a loving goodbye kiss.

He leaned into the kiss, his hand gently cupping my chin. When I pulled back, a ghost of a smile played on his lips.

"Don't do anything reckless," he murmured, his gaze locking with mine.

[sturnslutz]

tension, fluff, angst, kissing. 1 mention of joking suicide. arguing. a/n: should i just make this into a series or what… and lowkey yes im moving a little fast i just need to get to the good parts NOW

the night was drunk off heat and cake, air thick with the kind of energy that made your skin buzz. crickets were screaming, someone had “mr. brightside” blasting like it was still 2008, and the string lights over the porch flickered like they were in on the chaos.

you leaned back against the porch railing, sipping your drink slow. chris was back from whatever trip he’d taken with nate, eyes red, laughing at nothing as he flopped next to you again.

“yo.” he said, dragging the word out. “real talk. when you said i was tied for hottest? that wasn’t just to spare matt’s feelings, right?”

you gave him a look, feigning innocence. “who says i was sparing anyone’s feelings?”

he blinked, then grinned, all teeth. “wait, hold up, are you saying i was winning?”

you sipped your drink, leaned in just enough that he shut up real quick. “nah, just sayin’ you could’ve been. if matt didn’t have that whole tall, broody thing going for him.”

“BROODY?!” chris looked offended, nearly choking on air. “i’m tall too! and way more fun!”

“yeah,” you said, tapping his chest, “you’re fun, alright. like, dumbass fun. i gotta work for a laugh with matt. it’s a challenge.”

“oh wow,” chris said, hand on his heart like you stabbed him. “so you’re into the silent suffering type, huh? this is wild.”

before you could answer, matt reappeared out of nowhere, sipping a soda, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“you good?” he asked you, real casual, even though he definitely heard all that.

you smirked, shrugging. “chris is mad ‘cause i called him a dumbass.”

“not mad,” chris said, “just deeply hurt. there’s a difference.”

matt raised a brow. “you are kinda dumb, bro.” you tried not to laugh, but it slipped out anyway, and matt grinned, satisfied.

“you taking his side now?” chris asked, wide-eyed. “i thought we were having a moment.” you turned to him, real serious. “we did. it’s over. i’ve moved on.”

matt lost it at that, nearly spitting out his drink again, and your chest swelled with victory.

“damn.” chris muttered, then turned to nate, who was zoning out on the porch steps. “you hear that? she broke my heart in 2.5 seconds.”

“you’ll live.” nate said, eyes barely open.

matt came closer, standing just behind you now, leaning over your shoulder to grab something off the railing. you could feel him there, the way his arm brushed yours, the way your skin lit up like someone struck a match.

“you really calling me broody?” he murmured, voice right in your ear.

you tilted your head toward him, smug. “not in a bad way.” he smiled, slow. “you think about me like that?”

you blinked, heat rushing to your face. “i think about a lot of things.” his hand brushed your lower back, real light. “good to know.”

you didn’t move. neither did he. the air between you buzzed louder than the music, louder than chris fake-crying on the other side of the porch.

solina came back out, pausing in the doorway, eyes flicking to matt’s hand, then your face, then back down. she didn’t say anything, just walked over and slid next to nate, her face blank.

you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but chris beat you to it. “aight’, someone play spin the bottle before i die of rejection.”

he collapsed onto the porch like he was making a statement, arms spread. nick cackled. “bro’s down bad. pearl broke him.”

you laughed, glancing back at matt, who was still too close, still watching. “don’t worry, chris,” you said, walking past him, your hand brushing his shoulder, “maybe i’ll give you another shot.”

he perked up, immediately. “yo, for real? bet. let’s go. spin that fucking bottle.”

matt, behind you, muttered, “you’re so full of shit.”you looked over your shoulder, smirking. “prove it.”

his eyes darkened a little, mouth twitching like he wanted to smile, wanted to say something.

“oh, i will,” he said. “don’t worry.”

and that? yeah, that did something to you.

solina watched the whole thing. didn’t say a word.

but you could feel it, some tension in the air. something you’ve never really felt from her.

the bottle was some half-empty vodka that nate brought over, sticky with condensation and definitely not meant for whatever chaos nick was orchestrating, but here you were. circled up on the porch under those flickering string lights, everyone a little too hyped, a little too sweaty, and, if you were being honest—very on edge.

“okay,” nick said, like he was hosting survivor or something, “rules are simple. spin. land. kiss. no bitching out.”

“this is a bad idea.” solina muttered, half under her breath, eyes locked on the bottle like it had personally wronged her.

“that’s why it’s fun.” nate said, already halfway to gone, sitting cross-legged and giggling to himself.

“there’s only 2 girls, nate. how the fuck is that fun?” you asked, tilting your head at the gone boy.

“because it is. trust.” he says slowly, him and chris both laughing at the end of his sentence. “yeah, for sure trusting the guy who’s seeing unicorns in the sky right now.” you said, laughing.

matt hadn’t said much, just sat there, legs stretched out, eyes flicking between you and the bottle, expression unreadable. again. always unreadable.

“who’s first?” nick said, looking directly at you. “pearl, right? birthday girl goes first.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you just wanna see me suffer.” he shrugged, grinning. “yeah, and?” you sighed, leaned forward, and spun the bottle. everyone went dead silent.

it landed on nate.

“oh thank god.” you muttered, already leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“uh, nah,” nick said, grinning like a devil, “rules are rules, that’s a lips kiss right there.”

nate just laughed, holding his hands up. “yo, i don’t make the rules, but i’ll follow ‘em.”

you groaned, kissed nate real quick, barely counted, and flopped back into place, face burning.

“lame.” chris said, “barely even a kiss. i’d treat you better, just sayin’.”

“oh my god, shut up. you’re so fucking annoying.” solina snapped, eyes sharp. chris blinked at her. “damn, alright. didn’t know i was public enemy number one.”

you shot solina a look, but she wouldn’t meet your eyes, just stared at the bottle like she was daring it to land on her next.

it did.

right on matt.

the porch went silent again, and you swear your stomach dropped straight into the earth.

solina looked like she’d seen a ghost. matt didn’t move.

“uh,” nick said, voice a little too forced, “rules are rules.” solina cleared her throat, forced a smile that didn’t even try to reach her eyes. “guess i’m not bitching out.”

matt still didn’t move for a second, then slowly sat up straighter.

you watched them kiss, and it wasn’t long. it wasn’t deep. but it was enough to twist something sharp in your chest. when solina sat back down, she didn’t look at you. at all. matt glanced over, just once, then back down at the bottle.

your turn again.

you spun, hand a little too tight on the bottle neck. it spun wild, clattering slightly—and stopped.

matt.

no fucking way.

nate choked on his drink. “yo. this game is getting dangerous.”

chris was already leaning back, way too invested.

“you have to kiss him now. rules are rules, remember?” matt looked at you, real quiet, real unreadable.

“you gonna bitch out?” he asked, voice low. you didn’t even blink. “nah. never.”

you leaned in, heart hammering like a war drum, and kissed him.

his hand slid to your waist, warm and there, and you felt him smile just a little against your lips before pulling back.

you stared at him. he stared at you.

solina stood up suddenly. “i’m done. game’s over for me.”

she walked back into the house without another word.

nick let out a low whistle. “yo… did we just start a war?” chris was watching, eyebrows raised, like he wasn’t sure if he was amused or pissed.

you sat back, heart still racing, matt’s hand brushing yours as he shifted. neither of you moved away.

“you good?” he asked, voice low, only for you.

you looked at him, met those dark eyes, and didn’t say anything for a second.

“yeah. i’m good. just weirded out by solina.” you look towards the inside of the house, which was now barely illuminated due to the parents going to sleep. you saw solina making her way up the stairs, not sparing the porch another look.

“i think she’s jealous.” chris blurted out, and nate smacked his arm. “don’t say that shit, bro.”

you don’t look at them, but stand up, heading towards the house. “yo!” matt yelled out, running towards you. “why you going back inside? it’s only midnight.” he looks down at you as you stop and look at him.

“i’m gonna go check on lina, she never leaves out of nowhere like that. just stay out here, make sure they don’t kill themselves or something.” he nods, turning back around without another word.

you made your way inside, carefully stepping up the stairs to get up to you and solina’s shared room. you walked in, and saw her on the bed on her phone.

solina didn’t look at you. not when you shut the door behind you, not when you crossed the room, not even when you said her name.

“hey, why’d you leave?” your voice was soft, barely above a whisper in the dim light, the hallway outside barely glowing now that the parents were asleep.

she was sitting on the bed, phone in hand, thumb frozen over the screen. “got tired.”

you laughed, confused. “tired? already? it’s the first night, lina. you don’t usually tap out ‘til like week two minimum.”

she shrugged, still not looking at you. “jus’ don’t feel good, alright? don’t make a big deal out of it.”

something in her voice was off. it almost didn’t seem like her.

your brows pulled together. “what the fuck is your problem?” you said, trying to keep it light, but it came out harder than you meant. “this is literally night one and you’re already acting weird and bitching out.

she scoffed, finally looking up. her eyes were cold, annoyed. “bitching out? really? you sound just like the guys. god. can’t you see they’re all obsessed with you?”

you blinked. “what?”

“even nick, and he’s fucking gay. and you’re his best friend!” her voice cracked, but she kept going. “you walk into a room and it’s like—boom, it’s the pearl show. and i’m just… here.”

“be quiet,” you said quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed, heart pounding. “you’re gonna wake the parents up.”

she laughed, bitter. “right, sorry. wouldn’t wanna ruin your big night.” you stared at her. “lina, where the hell is this coming from?”

she looked at you for a second, and something flickered behind her eyes. guilt? something worse?

“you know exactly where it’s coming from,” she muttered. “don’t play dumb.”

you shook your head, confused. “if this is about tonight, it’s not that deep. we’re all just messing around. you know that.”

she didn’t answer. didn’t have to.

and then it hit you.

oh.

your voice dropped. “you’re mad about matt.”

she flinched. barely, but you caught it.

you stood up, pacing now, hands clenched. “are you serious right now? you know I’ve liked him for years. i told you that. multiple times.”

“i know!” she snapped, standing up too. “i know, pearl! i know you’ve liked him forever, okay? i’m not stupid. i see the way you look at him.”

“then why the fuck are you acting like this?” your voice rose, frustration spilling out now. “i told you everything, and you’re sitting here acting like i’m some—attention hogging bitch for existing.”

she stepped closer, fire in her eyes. “because maybe i like him too, alright?! maybe i have for a while, and maybe i hated myself for it every time you talked about him.”

the room went dead silent.

your heart dropped, stomach flipping in the worst way possible.

“…you what?”

she ran a hand through her hair, pacing now, voice shaking. “i didn’t mean to. i didn’t want to. but every time we’re here, every summer, it’s like… he’s everywhere. and i started feeling things i wasn’t supposed to feel, and i tried to ignore it, i swear. but then tonight, seeing you two? kissing? laughing? like i’m just invisible? it fucked me up, okay?”

you were frozen, chest tight, like something had shattered between you.

“lina… why didn’t you tell me?”

she laughed, bitter. “what the hell was i supposed to say? ‘hey bestie, i know you’re in love with him, but i might be too, haha’? like that’s not completely fucked up?”

you swallowed hard, voice flat. “so instead you what? acted like a bitch all night?” her face crumbled for a second, guilt cracking through the anger.

“i didn’t mean to. i just—i didn’t know what else to do.”

you stared at her. the silence between you wasn’t quiet—it was screaming.

finally, you shook your head, stepping back.

“i need some air.”

she didn’t stop you.

just sat down, looking wrecked, and didn’t say a word as you slipped out the door.

the hallway was cold, your heart pounding in your ears, and for the first time tonight you didn’t know what to do.

a/n: YIKES….. anyways.. might make this into a series

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[rottenpumpkin13]

begging for remnants headcanons from the almighty rottenpumpkin13

I don't know what I'm doing, I'm going based off vibes and a hypothetical AU where no one dies™

• Loz has a heart the size of Gaia. If he so much as sees a stray animal, his eyes immediately well up with tears, and the next thing you know, he's cradling a tiny, confused kitten in his massive arms, sobbing about how "no one loved them enough!!!" He's a regular a nearby shelter where he spends his weekends volunteering. The old ladies who run it adore him. The cats climb all over him like he's a human jungle gym. He's their favorite.

• Kadaj brushing Yazoo's hair is an experience. Yazoo claims he can do it himself, Kadaj insists he never does it right and to "just let him do it this one time." Every session starts civil but ends in screaming. Kadaj yanking the brush through tangles like he's pulling weeds. Yazoo trying to slither out of his grip. "SIT STILL, YOU BRAT!" followed by "YOU'RE LITERALLY SCALPING ME!" Cloud has had to poke his head into the room to check if any scalping was actually occurring. Yet somehow Yazoo's hair turns out silkier when Kadaj brushes it than when he does it himself. Kadaj is so smug when he's done. Yazoo refuses to admit he did a good job.

• Yazoo is very good at art. He's patient pays great attention to detail. He keeps a sketchbook filled with sketches of the cityscape in Edge, animals, and the occasional figure that looks suspiciously like Sephiroth. Cloud thinks it's great for him to express himself, although he's had to confiscate it once. Yazoo made Kadaj and Loz sit for him while he sketched, claiming he needed "live subjects" to perfect his technique. Loz happily obliged, thinking maybe Yazoo would draw him as a cool warrior or something. Kadaj complained the entire two hours. "How long is this gonna take? Can I at least hold a sword? This is boring—" When Yazoo finally let them move, they rushed over to see the masterpiece, expecting something dramatic and artistic. Instead, the page was filled with sketches of a stray cat Yazoo saw earlier and a mini list of art supplies he intended to buy.

Kadaj: WHERE ARE WE??

Yazoo: You're in my heart.

Kadaj: SON OF A—*cut to choking, biting, and Cloud running in to separate them*

• Loz can't cook, but Kadaj, somehow, can He cooks perfectly. Loz tries, he wants to be helpful, but his critical flaw is that he follows no recipes, eyeballs every measurement, and always ends up making something cursed. Kadaj just watches in horror every time, wondering how Loz is physically capable of making soup explode.

[queenmimi2817]

Paralyzed for you

Penguin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Modern AU. The Heart Pirate band enters into a contest to try and win a grand prize, but Penguin's trying to move on from a different prize: You.

Dedicated to: @fanaticsnail @autumnnjoy @loganwritesprobably

I do not own 'Paralyzed' by Big Time Rush and One Piece by Oda.

Penguin sat on his bed, back resting against the wall. He tapped his pen to the paper, desperately thinking about what to write. A poster showcasing the campus-wide band competition was taped up on the wall: Trafalgar Law had entered the Heart Pirates after the 10,000 dollar prize was revealed and after ‘Useless Mid’ called them basic.

Shachi was lying in the beanbag chair, scrunching his face to hold his pencil under his nose, having given up on thinking of lyrics or songs. Law had already chosen Dr. Heartstealer and wanted it to get on the list. This left Shachi and Penguin to pick songs since each band played three songs. 

“Give it a rest Pen; you keep tapping your pen and I’ll throw my pencil at you.” Shachi said, standing up, “Let’s go get food. Maybe we’ll think of something.” 

“I want to come up with something before I meet up with Y/N this afternoon.” As if on command, his phone dinged with a text confirming their meetup. “I think I’ll just have to pick one of the regular songs we perform.”

Shachi raised an eyebrow, “Dude, you actually going on a date with the guy you’ve been madly in love with, or is this another ‘just friends’ hangout?” Pen shot a glare. “You need to make a move or everyone in the Polar Tang household will go insane hearing you complain, again. They’re single and have been for about 4 months. If I deal with one more drunk sob session about how you helped them get a partner who is not you, but like you; I’m gonna punch you hard in the face.” 

“I just… they’re just not into me, and I like seeing them happy even if it’s not with me.” Penguin sighed. Shachi groaned as this was not the first time he said this. Penguin was head-over-heels for you, spending any moment he could with you and always being there to support you. However, this came at an unfortunate cost. He had helped you get with your last partner, which only lasted a few months, and constantly advised you on crushing on anyone who wasn't him. It was like he could not physically tell you he wanted to be the one to pick you up for a late-night date or the one you trusted with your heart and body. 

He felt so....paralyzed, and despite knowing he should move on, found himself wrapped around your finger with every breath. “I got it.” He immediately started writing, deciding to compose something new to help himself get over you, and finally put his thoughts into words. 

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“And then they dared to say I was a bad driver!” You said, faining innocence in your car hitting a mailbox. Pen laced up his skates, humming in agreement. It was a simple free-skate session around the arena, but it was closest to a cliche skating date as one could get.

“I’m pretty sure that mailbox was out to get you.”

“You understand!” You laughed. Pen almost leaned in and kissed you; almost. 

The minute your skate touched the ice, your leg slid out, and you nearly fell. Luckily Pen quickly grabbed you, helping to stabilize. “Thanks, that would’ve been a nasty bruise.”   

“Anything for you. God, he wanted to say ‘pleasegooutwithmeiloveyou’, but he couldn’t formulate the words. 

Pen’s plan was simple but effective; cause you to fall literally into his arms, but it didn’t go as planned. As you apologized and spoke friendly with the person you bumped and fell into, Pen watched with bile crawling up his throat from the other side of the rink. 

When you skated back over, after a few more falls interrupting the smooth travel, you expressed excitement about being asked to dinner Friday night.

“The band performances are Friday night, are you going to skip it?” Penguin blurted out.

“Fuck, I forgot. I had it on my calendar as Saturday. I guess I could reschedule-”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll just sneak you backstage at our next show.” Penguin forced a smile onto his face; you had to stop making him fall more in love.

“You sure you’re okay with me not being there?” It eased the feeling a little; they could perform his song and he wouldn’t feel stuck in the same situation as always.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

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“You put together a good song, Pen. However, I am not sure how performing this will help you move on.” 

“It’s simple Law. By singing the song, about being stuck in place, I can force myself to move on.” Pen said, getting an eyebrow raised from Law.

“Alright, if this is your decision, I won’t deny it. You’ll be singing lead in this though.”

“What?”

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“I thought we were maybe on an unofficial date, but then he didn’t do anything or even flirt, which deflated that idea.” You had your face against the library table, mindlessly drawing little doodles all over what were supposed to be physics notes. 

“Just ask him on a date, he likes you,” Ikkaku said, “Can I borrow your notes? I have no idea what we did last class.”

“Here, take them. I can’t promise they’ll be helpful because I was watching Luffy stack books on Zoro while he slept. And I would but he doesn’t. Why else would he constantly be treating me like he’s happy in the friend zone?”

“Because he’s stupid.”

“I think…I’ll try to move on.” You buried your face in an overpriced university book, filled with things that went right over your head.

“You know, Pen’s singing lead for his song choice.” Ikkaku rested her chin in her left palm. You lifted your head up before your eyes flickered to the incoming message about a date at the same time.

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Penguin paced the small waiting area. Shachi was annoying Bepo by poking him with drumsticks as they waited for the green light o set up on stage. “You’re extra nervous Penguin.” Law inquired, hoping his plan worked; one that he and Shachi had orchestrated to end this pitiful romantic dance. 

“It’s not often you hand over the lead vocals.”

“Then prove it was a good choice.” Law hummed, stepping out to help set up for their turn in the competition. 

The crowd was enthusiastic for a Friday night campus-hosted event. Excitement wormed its way into the few thousand who got in, with fans of the Heart Pirates moving toward the front to fawn and cheer. Currently, the Kid Pirates ranked first, followed by the Hawkin Pirates and the Blackbeard Pirates. However, only Kid posed an actual challenge, being a well-formed band that performed often too.

Many fans were delighted to catch wind that Pen was the lead vocalist for this song and that it was a new one too. A brief scan of the crowd showed that you weren’t there. The pain hurt a little, but the show must go on.

You, you walked into the room On a Friday afternoon That's when I saw you for the first time And I was paralyzed

He recalled that meeting; dreading the idea of suffering another math course. Shachi had gotten into the earlier class, which meant Penguin was going to suffer alone each morning. 

“Is this seat free?” a voice called him back, staring down at him in his seat, hand resting on the back of the seat. The messy hair was tucked neatly behind ears, nervous eyes looking for permission.

He looked up, and smiled, “Sure! I can’t promise I’ll be any help if you need it.” 

“It’s math; I think I’ll need all the help I can get..” You pulled out the chair and sat down. 

Time stops ticking My hands keep shaking And you don't even know that

“Please? Will you help me?” You groaned, crossing your arms at the flabbergasted idiot. “I helped you!”

“Yeah, but playing Wingman for you is a lot different than you buying me a pizza,” Pen said, feeling the tinge of pain in his chest.

“Do you think I shouldn’t go for them?” 

“No, you deserve to be happy. I’ll help you.”

“Thank you so much Pen!” You tackled him in a hug, causing him to let out a shriek of surprise as they tumbled to the floor. “I can always count on you!”Now I learned a lot from my mistake

Never let a good thing slip away I've had a lot of time to look back And my only regret is

Pen had met your family, been introduced to old town friends, gone to movies, gone shopping, and more. You had him wrapped around your finger and the knot was tied in a perfect bow.

Not telling you what I was going through You didn't even know that

You did your best to wiggle up to the front of the crowd, dodging elbows and moving bodies. You were able to get a clear spot against the fence separating the participants and the crowd. You waved at Pen, feeling your heart pounding; enthralled by Pen. It was the same voice that secretly sang unleashed songs and learned your favorite songs to play and butcher on purpose. 

You loved him. He was everything and you felt yourself giving in; hoping, you could be the someone his song was about. Or that you could be one day. 

Ikkaku made eye contact with Law and gave a thumbs-up. Seems their plan was working. With a small nudge from Shachi, Pen’s eyes went from the center of the crowd to the side.

Pen almost stopped singing. There you were; cheering and waving, chanting his name. Pen completely forgot his hope to move on. You were here, looking at him like he was the love ofyourr life. He never wanted this song to end. 

And so for you, for the heartache, he gave the final verse his all.

I try to speak but girl you got me tongue-tied I try to breathe but I'm f-f-f-frozen inside I try to move but I'm stuck in my shoes You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed (You got me paralyzed) I see you walking, but all you do is pass me by Can't even talk, cause words don't come into my mind I'd make a move if I had the guts to But I'm paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed (You got me paralyzed)

The crowd went crazy once the song was finished, seemed Penguin gained a lot of fans with his voice, but he was only focused on one. Only one face stood out, unblurred from the lights on the stage.

You.

You were clapping, clearly happy with the song. Dressed in comfortable clothes; the same smile he swore would haunt him his entire life. You gestured your head to the open area at the fence; and as soon as Pen could get off stage, he made a beeline for it.

“I told you my plan would work. They’re obsessed with him, I have been trying to get them to admit it for months.” Ikkaku held out her hand, as Shachi reluctantly handed over 30 bucks, having bet on you not showing up.

“Law, are they betting on the chance of romance?”

“Ikkaku, shut up. I’m trying to listen to them talk.”

Penguin ran over, grabbing onto the temporary fence separating participants and the crowd. You shouldn’t be here, you had a date.

“But…you…that date...”

“Well, to be honest, I’m here to support the guy I actually like.” Pen swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. God, he truly couldn’t just say he liked you; that he wanted to be the person you dragged to get gas or to go win dumb prizes at the arcade. He couldn’t even get himself to not help you get someone else; he loved seeing you happy.

“Do you need me to wingman..or is it one of our friends?” If it was one of their close friends, Pen thinks he might slam his head into a wall. Law was aromantic and Shachi was with Keskil, so he couldn’t even think of who.

“N-No, he’s..um..you.” You nervously stated, letting the words sink in.

“Oh.” Pen breathed out, before this brain processed it, “Wait, me?!”

“I just want to say it to-“

“I’m in love with you.” He blurted out. “I wrote ‘Paralyzed’ about how you make me feel.”

You gave Penguin a small peck on the lips before, taking a step back and processing what you just did. Pen just stopped thinking and moving. It was a second but he swore it felt like forever. 

“Hey, Come on,” Shachi said, breaking the silence and causing them to jump apart. “We gotta move to the waiting area.”

“I-I’ll see you after!” You immediately ran off to other people you knew, or to hide in embarrassment behind the snack shack; whichever you stumbled upon first.

Shachi elbowed Pen, “Is our long-awaited couple together officially?”

“…Fuck, I didn’t ask them.” He jumped the fence and went running after you. “Wait! Sweetheart!”

[little-raccoon-32]

Red on Red

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Description: An undercover operation at a gala leads to some unintentional feelings to boil over.

Older man x younger woman. Somewhere cheesy movie quotes/references, too. A bit spicy.

~*~

“Red looks good on you. Scratch that, amazing!” JJ gushed as you looked at yourself in the hotel mirror.

You blinked, turning slightly to admire yourself. The red material clung to the curves around your hips and waist perfectly, flowing off towards the bottom to make it even more elegant. The bodice was still a bit loose though, but that was just because the back wasn’t zipped up yet.

“It… is really pretty,” you admitted. Surprisingly beautiful even. You felt like Cinderella. Just more sexy and red.

JJ came up behind you and pursed her lips, completely neglecting your open back. “You need lipstick. I think I have a red one in my bag. I’ll be right back,” she winked before immediately rushing off, dead set on finishing her masterpiece (aka you).

“Wait, my back - ah… you left,” you muttered with a pout as the blonde had already disappeared from your room.

The current unsub was of high society, but not necessarily apart of it. Already he had killed 4 prominent figures, all couples. Apparently, as long as they seemed important enough, they were a target.

That lead you to your current situation - a fancy gala the unsub had been hinted to be at next. You and Derek were to go undercover as a couple - Hotch going as a single to try and canvas the area while the unsub was busy looking at pairs.

You and Morgan were paired up due to similarities in age - an attractive couple - but honestly, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed at not being with your boss.

Even if it was just pretend, can you blame yourself for just wanting one night of indulgence in fantasy.

Speaking of fantasy, you were pulled out of your’s when there was a light knock of the door. “Come in,” you said, expecting JJ.

Plot twist, it wasn’t JJ.

“(Last name), I came to che-” Both you and Hotch froze, you looking at him like a deer in headlights while him at you in shock.

Prince Charming had nothing on this man. Aaron Hotchner was no stranger to suits but this one in particular was… much more than charming.

Dark material clung to his muscles from his jacket, a matching vest underneath and same color pants. Even his shoes, dark black leather, fit in with his whole outfit. The only peek of color was the dark gray undershirt and the silky blood red tie around his neck.

Holy mother of the world… the things you’d do to this man - or let him do to you. You were desperate and you didn’t even care.

Meanwhile, Hotch stared at you, dark eyes going up and down your body and dress almost in awe. His eyes lingered on your open back. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob.

You blinked and quickly adjusted the bodice to be a little more secure. “U-Uhm, Hotch. I was waiting for JJ to come back. I-I guess you beat her to it,” you spluttered awkwardly.

He nodded, eyes looking over you once more. “Yeah… do you… need a hand?” He asked almost cautiously, refusing to even step forwards without your consent.

When an opportunity of a lifetime appears, you don’t pass it up.

You blinked and quickly nodded, turning to face the mirror once more as Hotch approached - his footsteps matching the thrums of your unsteady heart.

He stopped behind you, your head level with his collarbone. He was so close, you could almost feel his chest against your open back.

Gently, he took ahold of the zipper and slowly began dragging it upwards. You had to physically restrain yourself from shuddering as his calloused fingers brushed up against your back. You could hear him swallow.

“…There,” he breathed out slowly. “You look… incredible,” he said softly as he hesitantly removed his hands.

“Thank you,” you replied, “You look… very handsome as well.”

Hotch graced you with a little smile. “I appreciate that,” he paused, “Are you… ready for your night with Morgan?” The man asked.

Derek was great but why did he have to be brought up at a time like this? “A little nervous… but excited. To help with the case that is,” you elaborated quickly.

He hummed, slowly stepping away from you as you spun to face him. Instead of reassuring you that Derek would be there, Hotch assured you with himself. “I’ll be there the entire time. Send me a sign if you get too uncomfortable and I’ll escort you out myself.”

What a gentleman! You flushed so much, you nearly passed out.

Before you could respond, JJ walked back into the room with her makeup bag in hand. “I’ve got Crimson or Scarlet red, take your pick - oh! Hotch.” She greeted in slight surprise.

The male in question gave her a slight nod and a rather awkward cough. “I’ll… be on my way now,” he glanced at you, “I’ll see you on the dance floor,” he said before leaving.

“See you then,” you echoed back as he left the room, not before throwing a slight grin over his shoulder.

JJ blinked and strode forwards, placing her makeup bag on the counter. “Remember,” she said while opening it, “you’re supposed to be Morgan’s date,” she teased lightly, beginning to compare lipstick shades to your dress.

You grinned in amusement. “Penelope will bite my head off if I get too close,” you shot back. JJ just snickered.

~*~

Derek looked handsome as always. A charming smile paired with a dark gray suit and green tie. He flirted with you the moment you were in his peripheral, you replying with “Stop buttering me up, I’m not Penelope.”

He escorted you into the ballroom like a princess - and you really felt like one - walking down a flight of stairs with his arm looped into his own.

Still, your eyes searched the ballroom for another. The red tie caught your attention, Hotch’s gaze meeting your’s in an almost intense look from across the room.

He breathed in deeply, tilting his champagne glass towards you in greeting.

Just as your eyes lingered on his red tie, he zeroed in on your red lips.

The night went on without a hitch, you and Morgan taking note of a few suspicious looking people who seemed a little too interested in couples.

Eventually Hotch seemed to be fed up with you being attached to Morgan’s side.

“Chester,” he greeted cordially, eyes tilting towards you. Chester was Derek’s codename, one that he wasn’t particularly happy about. Hotch didn’t seem to care what he chose, but after he realized both of you were going as a couple he insisted Derek goes as Chester.

Derek smiled, patting you on your waist in a friendly (teasing) manner. “Romeo (his codename), long time no see,” he replied.

Aaron smiled once more, more directed at you, before sending a burning gaze at the arm on your waist. “I hope you don’t mind me stealing Juliet (your codename) for a dance or two,” he requested (ordered) kindly of your date.

Derek beamed down at you like a loyal wingman. “Not at all. Just have her back by midnight,” he winked before passing you off.

“Why not just ask me directly?” You questioned as you gladly took his arm. Hotch lead you off to the dance floor. “Well… couldn’t risk you saying no,” he quipped back.

Now in the center of the ballroom, Aaron’s hand took ahold of its (rightful) place on your waist as if to try and rid of Derek’s previous touch.

With a slightly flushed expression, you placed your own hand on his muscular shoulder with the steady reminder of: Don’t grope his muscles, don’t grope his muscles, do not grope his muscles.

As the two of you waltzed to the beat, Aaron’s eyes traced over your figure once more. “You really are stunning…” he breathed out softly in awe.

You let out a small laugh, briefly glancing away from his earnest, deep eyes to give yourself a moment of relief within your flustered shyness. “Thank you. Seems Mor - er - Chester didn’t get the memo I was wearing red tonight. I really thought I told him,” you muttered.

Hotch raised an amused eyebrow. “You told me,” he noted.

You grinned and slowly pulled your hand out of his, gently tracing your fingers up his arm. He definitely seemed pleased with your actions. “I saw. The red tie looks nice. The suit in general looks nice,” you admitted, hand reaching its destination next to his tie and over his heart.

Aaron met your gaze with a softened look of his own. His loosely held up arm dropped so both hands now held your waist, fingers playing atop the fabric of your dress sensually. You physically had to contain a shiver.

You glanced over his shoulder. “Aren’t we supposed to be on the look out for the unsub?” you whispered.

“We can multitask,” Aaron speedily replied. He took a deep breath, basking in your presence, simply wanting to drown in it - in you.

He took a deep breath.

“I think I’d miss you even if we’d never met,” he suddenly said, thumbs gently massaging into your hips.

Your lips twisted into a grin. “Pffft… did you… did you just quote The Wedding Date?” You laughed.

A hint of blush appeared over the usual stoic face of Aaron Hotchner - a rather endearing sight. “Well… I’m not much of a romantic on my own,” he admitted with a small chuckle.

“I can’t believe you watched The Wedding Date!” You laughed once more in delight. Aaron’s own smile widened. “Garcia recommended it.”

“Why is Penelope recommending you romance movies?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

Hotch coughed slightly. “I wanted to impress you…” he said, your dance now moving into a soft sway.

Your heart thrummed against your rib cage, eyes widening slightly in surprise. You blinked, unsure how to convey the intensive feelings you felt for this man. (It might just scare him away). “It was sweet.”

Hotch smirked a bit. “About this one: Somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must’ve done something good,” he said softly as to not let anyone overhear your very private, special conversation.

“The Sound of Music,” you grinned, “I love that movie.”

You felt his large hands give your hips a fond little squeeze. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed breathlessly. Just then you noticed the decreasing distance between the two of you.

Obviously you were still undercover but honestly, you really did not care. Morgan (or Chester in this case) was probably hypothetically cheating on you anyways with that scary local agent woman he immediately seemed to have the hots for.

Just then, a shoulder tapped into your own. “Wait staff, brown hair, 6 o’clock. Now,” Morgan whispered to alert the two of you under his breath.

Immediately the romantic atmosphere dissolved into one of seriousness. You and Hotch parted. “I’ll take the lead,” the chief said, “you two, stay a step behind. I’ll call if I need you sooner,” he said, completely unaware of the tingling sensation he had left on your waist.

Morgan took your arm once more, the two of you returning to the couple facade. “Sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner,” he whispered to you with an undertone of teasing.

Hope you enjoyed. Remember, I just like to write. It’s nothing too serious. ♥️👍

“Shut up, Chester.”

“!?”

~*~

[delulu4anime]

Maniac

Ch 4 ➧Surprise!

Parings ➧ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary ➧ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Trigger Warnings ➧ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

Word Count ➧2.6ᴋ+

Taglist ➧@lady-of-blossoms @dekusdante @fortunatelyfurrygiver @birbwithhat @whippedbyikemen @sleepykittyenergy @i-love-ateez @choppersworlds-blog (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴍᴋ❣︎)

The week passed by quicker than you had expected and before you knew it the plan to throw Kento and Emi a surprise was under way. You asked them the day before to join you that Saturday night at The Black Out for a few drinks to unwind after another busy week; Emi was on board immediately but Kento needed convincing. After practically begging on your hands and knees Kento reluctantly agreed but only if you stayed sober to avoid any chaos. He reminded you and Emi how every single time the three of you went to The Black Out that at least one of you always managed to get a little too intoxicated. You knew this was their surprise party so with a heavy heart you agreed to be the mom of the group and with that you started getting ready.

You unlocked your phone and went to Satoru's number you hadn't bothered to save. You clicked on his number to call him as you pressed it against your ear. You propped your phone against your shoulder to keep it against your ear as you put one leg then the other through your black jeans. You listened to one ring after another as you stood up and hopped to pull your jeans up; the longer it rang the more irritated you got. You almost hung up on the last ring then heard the line click, some shuffling, a few curse words from the other end of the phone, then a groggy Satoru answered.

"Hello?" He rasped out.

"Satoru are you sleeping?" You asked as you finally got your jeans pulled up. You fingers making quick work to pull the zipper up and to push the metal button through the hole.

"Yeah I was peach," He said as you could hear more rustling and a soft groan escaped his lips. "Are you okay?"" He asked and you felt your cheeks heat up at the mixture of your nickname he had given you so long ago and the sound that shouldn't have sounded erotic but did coming from him.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine," You softly said as you moved to hold your phone with your hand as you looked in your closet for a shirt to wear. "I was calling to ask if you're almost ready but I'll take that as a no." You said and let out a chuckle as you grabbed a t-shirt. You shook your head and looked at the next one behind it.

"Shit, what time is it?" He asked.

You removed your phone from your ear and looked to see the time in the top left corner reading the time before putting it back to your ear.

"It's seven forty-five." You replied as you settled on a black short sleeved crop top.

There was a loud bang from the other end of the phone that caused you to jump. You look at your phone once more before bringing it back to your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to listen to what Satoru was up to. There was a few more cuss words flung out and another loud bang.

"Are you okay?" You asked Satoru only slightly concerned.

"I tried over my comforter trying to rush out of bed. I'm going to be late. Save a seat for me peach?" Satoru said as there was more rustling from his end and you rolled your eyes.

"You better be glad I went earlier to set everything up or we'd be screwed."

"Gotta go. See you soon." And with that the line went dead.

You locked your phone as you turned to see yourself in the mirror to look over your outfit, with a nod, you grabbed your trusty cardigan as you made your way downstairs. You texted Emi that you were headed to her place as you slipped on your white vans and headed out the door. Your plan was to head over to Kento and Emi's apartment and get a cab together to The Black Out. You felt bad for getting frustrated with Satoru for running late because by the time Emi had finished getting ready and trying to convince Kento again that going out tonight would be fun you arrived ten minutes after you had originally planned. You got out of the cab first and were pleased to see all your mutual friends that said they could make it tonight standing around the few tables you were able to reserve thanks to the staff at The Black Out.

You started making your way to the tables you had been able to save ahead of time that you decorated with a white table cloth, a few party favors, and flowers you had grabbed on the way to decorate earlier. You turned and smiled as Emi walked over hand in hand with Kento shocked at the display before them.

"What's all this?" Emi said as the sound of those at the bar and the music playing from the speakers seemed to pick up in the back ground.

"Surprise!" Everyone said in unison as Emi and Kento started greeting friends they hadn't seen in a while come to celebrate the couple's upcoming wedding.

"Did you do all this?" Emi said as she made her way back to you, reaching her hands out to wrap you in a hug.

"Yes, well with Satoru's help." You said as you hugged her back.

She stepped back as she kept her arms on each side of your shoulders and you knew that questioning look all too well. Kento made his way back to Emi and looked at his bride to be then at you perplexed by the silence. Emi's arms falling by her side as she narrowed her eyes making sure this wasn't a trick.

"I told you we'd get along for your wedding." You said but jumped as you felt someone nudge into you.

You looked to Satoru smiling down at you then his blue eyes moving to the happy couple in front of him. He had two shot glasses in his hand as you handed them over to Emi and Kento. Emi smiled at the fact she was already getting a drink while Kento narrowed his eyes as his friend wondering what he was up to. He wore a white long sleeved t-shirt that was half way tucked into a pair of black jeans and he wore a pair of grey converse. Your favorite part was those signature black round shades that were settled low on he bridge of his nose.

"Surprise! And don't let peach here fool you," He said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his side. "We've made a truce. Just two friends planning the a surprise party for their best friends. Now let's celebrate!" He said as they shrugged their shoulders and clicked their glasses together.

They kissed one another and were called over by a few friends who had just showed up. You didn't realize how long you had been looking at Satoru till he looked down at you. His white eyelashes blinking a few times before he smiled.

"Did you want something from the bar peach?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No. I have to-"

"I figured. Always miss goodie goodie." Satoru teased and you narrowed your eyes at him.

You knew exactly what he was trying to do and as much as your conscious told you not to fall into his trap you ignored it and shrugged his arm that was still wrapped around your shoulder.

"Actually I changed my mind. I'd love a drink. Surprise me." You said as Satoru hummed and turned on his heel to head back to the bar.

"Anything for my peach." He said over his shoulder.

You crossed your arms over your chest as a breeze blew right through you.

"Shit. I feel like I moved to Antarctica. When did it get so cold?" You mumble to yourself as you slide on the cardigan you had brought with you.

You watched the way Satoru propped himself up against the bar and asked for the bartender to make another drink. You watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, his fingertips moving from one letter to the next, and then hitting send before putting his phone back in his pocket. He turned to see you staring at him and he gave you a wink which caused you to avert your gaze down to your shoes. You kicked a pebble around for a second before looking back up to see two girls who had wandered over to him. His back was facing you as he talked to the girls.

Their body language gave you the impression that they were trying to flirt with him. With the way one twirled her long hair in her fingertips and laughed at something he had said. While the other twirled the thin black straw in her drink around with her lips and biting down on it every now and again. You bit your lip trying to stop the strange feeling that weld up inside you. Was this really jealously coming back up after all these years.

Did you forget what he did to us? Or are you blinded by the fact he's giving you the smallest bit of attention and you just don't know what to do with yourself. That little voice in your head nagged.

"You okay?" Emi called out to you and you turned to face her.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You say as you tuck your hands into your pockets of your cardigan.

"You just seemed like you were in your own little world." She said as she looped her arm through yours and brought you to your mutual friend group.

"I asked Satoru to surprise me with a drink. I'm hoping I don't regret it." You say as you try to push down that nasty tendency to get jealous over him.

He was never yours and he never will be. Get that through your head. The voice nagged again which caused you to let out a small huff.

"You're gonna drink?" Emi asked as she raised an eyebrow remembering back to the bet she made with Kento that you'd cave in and have a drink or two.

"Just one. I don't want to get drunk tonight. I have to look out for you and Kento." You say with a smile. Emi smiles back and leans her head against your shoulder as you greet your other friends.

Emi had made her way beside Kento again as you patiently waited for Satoru to bring you your drink. He soon returned with two drinks in hand. One was clearly a margarita with the telltale lime and salt around the rim of the glass. The lime juice and tequila mixed together beautifully to make a pale green color under the lights of the outdoor bar. The other was in a clear glass with ice cubes and a tiny little umbrella; you couldn't figure out what the second drink was as he took a sip of it and handed you the margarita.

"What are you drinking?" You ask as you take a sip of your drink and hum at the immaculate concoction the bartender made.

"Oh it's just water." He replied as he stood next to you.

"You aren't going to drink?" You said then took another sip of your drink. Satoru scrunched his nose up and shook his head.

"Oh no. Can't stand alcohol actually."

"Look who's the miss goodie goodie now." You teased which caused him to laugh and wrap his arm around you.

He leaned down as you kept your eyes on everyone else. Your grip around the glass and your straw tightened at the way his cologne he always seemed to wear filled your senses. You weren't sure if the drink or his scent was getting you intoxicated but you felt the warmth course through your veins. You felt his arm snake around your waist and giving your love handles a playful squeeze. You felt a shiver trickle down your spine.

"That'd still be you. You're my good little peach aren't you?" He said which caused your eyes to widen and look over at him.

He let out a loud laugh as he straightened up and took another sip of his water. If he was going to be teasing you like this all night maybe you needed more than just one drink in your system. You thought back to those girls he had been talking to at the bar and look behind you seeing them talking to a few more guys. You tried to stop yourself you really did but you wanted to change the subject. You cleared your throat and looked back at Satoru who was smirking down at you.

"Did you ever ask the unlucky soul to be your wedding date." You say as you take another sip from your drink.

"You know I'm glad you brought that up because I actually had a favor to ask you." He said and you held your breath wondering what could he possibly need from you.

"I'm not asking one of those girls you talked to earlier for you." You blurt out which caused Satoru's arched an eyebrow.

"It's cute watching you get jealous." He teases and you frown knowing the thoughts got the better of you.

"I'm not jealous." You sternly say and he shrugs his shoulders.

"There's no need to be jealous you know. I still don't have a date to the wedding."

"So?"

"So I was wondering if you would do me the favor of going with me." Satoru said and you stared at him with a blank expression.

Silence fell between you both as the sound of the music and laughter of everyone around you filled the air. You searched his face for any sign of mischief but the eyes that stared back at you were sincere.

"What if I'm already going with someone else." You said and you weren't sure if you were seeing things or if his eyes almost seemed to darken.

"Are you?" He asked his voice dropping a little lower that usual.

"No." You said just loud enough for Satoru to hear and you swore you got whiplash with how quickly he went back to his usual self. He hummed with content.

"I find it a little shocking with that oh so sweet attitude of yours that you weren't going with anyone," Satoru said and you narrowed your eyes at him. "I'm serious. Go with me to the wedding peach. Please?"

"Okay. I'll go with you." You said despite something in your gut sending out a small warning signal you pushed that feeling to the side and hoped you wouldn't come to regret it.

Over the next few hours you don't remember much. It all seemed blurry after the fourth drink which you were pretty sure was just a straight shot of whiskey. You vaguely remember singing and crying to an old song you and Kento use to jam out to while clingy on to Emi who had managed to take Kento's tie off and wrapped it around her head. Another song played and another drink landed in your hand. You closed your eyes for a moment and then when you opened them you were in a car as street lights passed by one at a time.

You turned to the driver and thanked them for taking you and your friends home. You reached into your cardigan pocket and grabbed a stick of gum that Kento had bit in half and gave you the rest. You placed it in the cup holder as payment for being such a nice person before you closed your eyes yet again as the sound of the radio and the warm air blew against your skin. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep with the warmth of the alcohol coursing through your veins.

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2025 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[texbook-swan]

benediction

18+, minors and blank blogs dni

pairing: Nikolaos Grant x gender neutral, afab reader

tags: sub/dom dynamic, sub! Nik, dom/afab/gender neutral! reader, begging, darcyphilia, feet kissing (reader receiving), degradation, feet, mention of previous m! premature ejaculation

word count: roughly 400

author's note: every day the desire to have this man at my feet grows. hope u enjoy lomi <33

“Please…just one taste I promise I won’t do it again I-”

“No.”

A long whine whistles through the air, the culprit pressing his forehead to the top of your foot, lips slick with atonement. The sheer sweat coating his forehead is clings to your skin, but your expression doesn’t change.

Bad behavior deserves no such reward.

“Please- you can keep my cock locked in a cage for the next week if you want, I just want to- need to taste you so bad please I’ll make sure it feels good,” Nik babbles, near inconsolable as his tears drip onto your skin.

Only giving a hum in response, you raise Nik’s chin towards you with the tip of your foot.

“Is that so?”

You rest your face against your hand, eyes boring into his own that gleam like gems with his tears. He licks his lips, mouth parting to respond before you cut him off.

“Because unless my memory fails me, the whole reason why you’re in this mess is because you came without my permission.”

He whimpers with a violent shake of his head, but you press on, turning his head to the side. You admit it’s a pretty sight- his pale, unblemished neck shines under the sheen of his sweat, the sharp lines of his body defined. His singular brown eye wide and pleading. “And given your track record, what makes you think you won’t cum once you have your mouth on me, hm?”

“I won’t- I won’t please let me have just one taste-”

“Just one?”

You laugh, sharp and mocking.

“You say that as if you wouldn’t start humping the floor like a dog the second your lips touch my skin.”

Lowering your foot from his chin, you draw it back to your body, toe lightly tracing the floor. He practically collapses as your touch leaves him, back arching beautifully.

“Maybe that should be the only way you’re allowed to cum from now on, hm?”

Your ankles cross neatly.

“Fucking yourself against the floor, while you lap at my pussy…Poor thing, you’re practically salivating.”

With a click of your tongue, he immediately rushes to sit back on his knees, hands folded at his lap.

He can follow your orders that much, at least.

Sighing in mock pity, you spread your thighs, satisfaction curling up your spine as you watch his tongue practically loll out of his mouth.

“Consider this your final chance to prove yourself.”

“Now beg properly.”

a/n: my head is in my hands as i write this.

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

Outer Banks Boys

Summary: How the different boys react to Y/n getting injured

Warnings: Language

A/n: First Outer Banks Imagine- noticed not a lot of people write for John B so I'm gonna start trying to write for mostly him but all the other characters as well. Feedback is much appreciated:)

Rafe Cameron

You were with Rafe, trying to explore an abandoned property near the edge of a cliff. As you moved forward to get a better view, your foot slipped on a loose rock, and you twisted your ankle badly. The pain was sharp and immediate, and you cried out, falling to the ground.

Rafe had been ahead of you, and when he heard your yelp, he whipped around, his eyes flicking over to where you were on the ground. For a moment, his face hardened, but then something like concern flickered behind his cold exterior.

"Are you serious?" he muttered, annoyance and worry tangled in his voice as he walked back toward you. "You just had to go and hurt yourself, didn’t you?" He said rolling his eyes

You winced and held your injured ankle, trying to hide the pain.

Rafe crouched down and looked at your ankle, his expression softening only slightly. "You’re a mess," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I should leave you here."

But when you looked up at him, he hesitated. Sighing, he rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated but not quite heartless. "Fine. I’ll help you. But you owe me one."

He gripped your arm to pull you up, his grip tight as he supported you, making sure you didn’t fall again. "I’m not carrying you, so don’t even think about it."

Despite the rough exterior, it was clear he wasn’t going to leave you stranded.

JJ Maybank

You were with JJ near the water when you lost your footing on some wet rocks, twisting your ankle awkwardly as you went down. The pain was intense, and you groaned, trying to sit up. JJ turned around immediately, eyes wide with concern.

"Shit, you good?" JJ asked, rushing to your side with a frown. His usual playful attitude was gone in an instant, replaced by a raw concern. He knelt beside you, examining your ankle.

"Let me see," he said, gently trying to help you move your leg so he could get a better look. "You sure you’re alright?"

You tried to push through the pain, shaking your head. "I think I just twisted it."

JJ’s brows furrowed. "Alright, no walking on that. We’re gonna get you back to the house." He reached out, grabbing your arms to help you up, but when you struggled to put weight on the ankle, he immediately lifted you in one smooth motion.

"I got you," he said, his voice serious but light as he shifted you so you were comfortable in his arms. "Don’t worry. I’m not gonna let you hobble around like that." He looked down at you with a mischievous grin. "But this doesn’t mean you get to start ordering me around, alright?"

"I don't know you might be my slave for a little while" You said giving him a small smile

JJ’s usual carefree attitude returned, but it was clear he was genuinely worried about your injury.

John B

You were running with John B., trying to escape from some guys running and shooting at you when you stumbled on the wooden planks of the dock, twisting your ankle and crashing down hard. You let out a sharp gasp of pain, clutching your leg as the ache spread up your calf.

John B. immediately turned around, panic flashing in his eyes when he saw you on the ground. "No, no, no. Not now," he muttered, his face tightening with concern as he rushed to your side.

"Can you stand?" he asked, crouching beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he inspected your ankle. "We need to get out of here."

You winced but shook your head. "I can’t," you said softly, your voice pained.

John B. cursed under his breath. "Alright, alright, no big deal," he said, trying to remain calm. He crouched down and slid an arm around your back, gently helping you up. "I’m carrying you," he declared with a small grin. "You might not like it, but I’m not about to let you limp around."

You could hear the protective tone in his voice as he adjusted his hold on you, making sure you were secure in his arms. "I got you. Don’t worry," he added, his voice softening. "We’ll get you patched up."

Topper Thorton

You and Topper had been arguing near the shoreline, and as you took a step back, you tripped over a rock, twisting your ankle painfully. You let out a yelp, collapsing to the ground. Topper immediately stopped his rant and turned around, his eyes flashing with concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rushing toward you, his expression softening instantly when he saw your pained face.

You tried to stand but immediately faltered. "I... I think I twisted it," you said, gritting your teeth.

Topper’s usual arrogance was gone in an instant. His brow furrowed as he knelt beside you. "Don’t try to walk on it," he instructed, his tone gentler than usual.

He reached out to help you, his hands surprisingly tender as he gently lifted you up. "I’ll carry you," he said, his voice low but filled with a determination you weren’t used to hearing from him. "I’m not leaving you here."

You felt a little surprised at how gently he moved you, as if he was trying to be careful not to cause you more pain. "You don’t have to do this," you said, a little embarrassed, but Topper just gave you a pointed look.

"Shut up. Just let me help," he replied, his voice almost protective as he made sure to support you fully. "I’m not leaving you alone with that ankle."

Pope Heyward

You and Pope were trekking through the jungle when you stepped on something unstable and went tumbling to the ground, landing heavily on your side. The pain shot up your leg, and you groaned as you tried to sit up, feeling the sharp throb in your ankle.

Pope immediately stopped, his eyes scanning the area before locking on you. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry as he jogged over to where you were sitting. His gaze immediately went to your ankle, and he crouched down in front of you, assessing the injury carefully.

"Let me take a look," he said, gently reaching out to examine your ankle. "That doesn’t look good."

You winced but nodded, allowing him to inspect it. "It’s just a twist, I think."

Pope frowned, clearly not convinced. "I don’t think you should walk on it," he said. "We need to get you back to the others and make sure it’s not worse."

He stood up and, without hesitation, moved to crouch behind you. "I’ll carry you," he said, his voice firm yet caring. "You’re not going anywhere on that ankle."

As Pope carefully helped you onto his back, you could feel the steadiness in his movements. "I’ve got you," he said softly. "Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you."

[inthealloy]

Sonic followed Shard deeper into the facility, a few paces behind as his eyes wandered the walls and took in the details; it certainly looked as though the building functioned as it needed, though he did appreciate the attempts to make it feel at least somewhat homely.

He immediately felt the claustrophobia when the doors first opened to him; it was like a vice grip that closed in on his armor, tight and nearly inescapable. He had a hard time imagining himself staying in a place like this for very long. As much as he wanted to help, there was also an urge to break free and run, despite the ice flows and snow banks.

But ultimately there was no rush. He didn't feel the urge to sprint nipping at his heels just yet, at least not strong enough to actually chase him out of the building. He’d be fine for a while! He had unfortunately gotten used to being confined to one space for extended periods.

He didn't realize how much he had already missed greenery, warmth finally trickling over his chest when they entered the greenhouse. The hedgehog took a moment to look around before he finally accepted Shard's offer to sit, lounging as best as he could on the bench.

“Irrational, illogical and reckless,” Sonic mused with a laugh, “Yeah, that sounds about right! I guess I can see the ‘logic’ in wanting to make a Metal that had a similar way of thinking… But man was he an idiot for not considering all the ways that could backfire. Even mine had enough forethought to do that!” He shook his head with a low grunt, “As far as I know, anyway…”

Sonic folded his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering the greenhouse despite remaining attentive.

“I don’t really enjoy speaking ill of the dead, but…” he mumbled, “I hope whatever eternal torment he deals with shoves the irony of his work in his face for the rest of time.” It was finally settling in just how much Eggman had cursed Shard, simply by convincing the robot that he was someone that he wasn't.

And yet, from Sonic's strange perspective, in some way, Shard was Sonic in his own right; a Sonic who had taken a different route in life, but a Sonic all the same. This line of thought picked at and aggravated his duplicate aggression in a way that he didn’t like, but it couldn't be helped; there were some things that no amount of rewiring could change. 

“It's interesting that you tried to overthrow him though,” the hedgehog continued as he settled himself into a new position on the bench, “To answer your hypothetical, I could imagine myself turning into some sort of ecoterrorist--not in the same vein as the rotten egg, mind--I figure I would still be convinced I was Sonic, to the point where I try to take down even helpful factories to preserve nature. Like, no sense of proportion, a loss of morals, if that makes sense.” He shrugged, “I can't say no for sure though. Who knows? Maybe I'd try to overthrow the scrambled egg myself.”

He was, of course, assuming things based on being able to think freely for himself, not fully bound by the programming that Eggman would have forced upon him. He could only imagine that his strong personality would win out in the end, above all.

He turned towards Shard again, “Definitely going to overstep my boundaries a bit here. Feel free to smack me for asking this, but are you happy being Shard, or is there someone else that you'd rather be?”

"... you know what, yeah. That's probably for the best."

Shard finally takes his eyes off the statue, and his warped reflection in it's surface. "There's a greenhouse with some of the plants we've managed to preserve, it's a bit more... um... peaceful."

Shard leads Sonic through the twisting halls of the shelter, built for the express purpose of keeping the heat in and the cold out. Though it tries to look warm and welcoming, the space is still confined and cramped. A free spirit would go mad being forced to stay in here for their own survival.

It's Shard's best guess as to why the Sonic of their zone seemingly vanished into the snow one day. Couldn't stand being stuck indoors any longer, no matter how dismal and deadly it was outside.

The duo reach the greenhouse and Shard sits on one of the benches, offering a seat to Sonic.

"You're probably right, you know. I'm sure the model the Doc used to replace me after I defied him probably was programmed that way. But, he wasn't thinking that far ahead when he made the original model; me."

He looks at his hand.

"He wanted a robot that was able to outmaneuver Sonic. He wanted it to keep up with the hedgehog's irrational, illogical, reckless thinking that he himself could never outpace. He needed a robot that could think like Sonic. So, he convinced that robot it was Sonic. He used bio data; genetic material he gathered from his destroyed robots, to make a mechanical replica that would imitate the real one as a perfect, superior copy."

He scoffs. "And he wonders why I rebelled and attempted to overthrow him. For all his supposed genius, the guy can really be a moron sometimes, huh? I hope he's somewhere in hell looking up at his greatest failure still managing to outlive him two hundred years later."

[peachy-scars]

You ever wonder why Warriors just has costumes of the others ?

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. play fighting with your lover quickly turns into you being pounded on the couch.

tags. (assassin!)toji x female reader. smut. dōggy style. age gap implied. with plot-ish. unprotected -> p in v. size difference / kink. power trip-ish. teasing. crēampie. dacryphilia. tummy bulging. pūssy slapping. breēding mention. reader gets called ‘(little) girl, pretty, doll, slut.’ not proofread. wc: 3.4k

you let out a sigh of relief when your lover comes back home safe from another mission. toji’s risky job always leaves you anxious, knowing what could happen to him if things took a turn for the worse.

“keheh, there’s my pretty girl,” toji grins as he feels you jump into his embrace the instant he steps into the living room. your arms wrap around his waist and your head rests against his chiseled chest. he’s sweaty and bloody, yet you can’t care less. you’ve waited all day for him.

you tilt your head back and give the black-haired man a quick, passionate kiss. he returns it with equal force before picking you up and bringing you over to the couch. once toji put you down, he reaches a hand out to lazily ruffle your hair, “i’m g’nna take a shower, yeah?”

you shake your head and grab his hand before he can think of moving away. “no, want you to stay. just for a little more,” you attempt to coax toji into staying with you for a bit more.

“after i take a shower, doll. i probably smell ‘n look like shit,” the assassin mumbles in a low tone. his hair is wet with sweat, black locks sticking to his forehead. his compression shirt is torn in some places, but it’s neatly outlining his pecs, which makes him look ten times more attractive.

“nu-uh, you don’t,” you refute and tug at toji’s wrist again. he playfully rolls his eyes after giving in to your innocent request. you clearly don’t mind the sweaty state he’s in. you just want to cuddle up and talk to him about all kinds of things. “you look as handsome as ever,” you smile at him once you straddle his lap. toji’s hands find your hips, his nails ghosting over your skin to send shivers down your spine.

“heh. that ain’t nothin’ new,” your lover leans his head back with a cocky smirk. he knows how much you love it when he’s all sweaty and tired. toji never fails to spot the way your eyes wander up and down his muscular figure whenever he’s wearing that signature outfit of his. a black compression shirt that defines his pecs and white-ish baggy pants. you love it.

your fingers trace circles over his chest. you don’t seem to care about the random crimson droplets on his skin. they’re not his, thus you let it go. asking questions about the job he’s finished will only ruin the mood you’ve set. plus, toji clearly needs some distraction from the fact that his limbs are aching. he’s outdone himself today as well.

“you tired?” you ask through a soft murmur. your boyfriend nods while yawning, teasingly pinching your cheek afterwards. “mhm,” toji hums while playing with the collar of your shirt, eyes wandering down to your tits. one of his most favorite spots on your body.

you’re clearly not wearing a bra and it’s making it difficult for him to stay focused. your nipples push against the material of your pyjamas so deliciously, just begging to be touched by his fingers. he quietly clears his throat and looks the other direction to play it off.

“oh?” you giggle and tap toji’s cheek twice to gain his attention, though with no success. he’s trying his best to come off as nonchalant as possible—to remain that stoic man he’s always been. his attempts are proven futile when you press your breasts against his chest.

“come on, babe. look at meeee,” you laugh and resort to tickling toji’s belly and armpits. he freezes for a second before scoffing at your actions, his hands immediately rush under your shirt to tickle you back. you end up squirming on his lap, trying to swat his arms in attempt to defend yourself.

your lover lets out a haughty chuckle as you become defenceless because of his well calculated revenge tickles. “mm? didn’t hear ya, y’ should speak up,” toji teases you, clearly seeing how you’re struggling to talk as he makes you squeal and laugh uncontrollably.

there are tears forming on your eyes. your breath comes in short gasps when you finally find a chance to jump off toji’s lap. “shut up, fushiguro!” you call out, going back to last name basis, which you know toji dislikes. you stumble back a little and stick your tongue out at your lover before fleeing the scene. or at least you try to.

“fushiguro, aye?” you hear toji’s voice right behind you, and when you turn around to face him, he’s already got you caged in his arms. you gasp and kick your legs, hitting him in the shin. the man groans at the contact and loosens his grip a little. you take the opportunity again, jumping onto his back, clinging onto him with your legs around his waist. you encircle your arm around his neck and catch him off guard with a surprise headlock.

“hehe, got you now,” you grin smugly. toji’s not giving his best, you know that, because you’d be on the floor if he did. he’s allowing you to have fun and he’s indulging you, which you more than so appreciate. “what? cat got your tongue, big boy?” you continue challenging him, proud of your little achievement.

you’re painfully oblivious to toji's struggles. how he's struggling with his inner desires, how his hands ball up into fists at his side. he can feel your body clinging onto him, your legs wrapped so tightly around his waist. it’s adorable that you find so much joy in having the upper hand over a grown man like him.

adorable, and such a huge turn on.

toji can’t believe that he’s getting a boner from just playing with you like this. maybe it’s your body that’s pressed against him so snugly, letting him feel every feminine curve or maybe it's the fact that he knows he can easily pin you to the ground and show you what a real man can do until you're begging for mercy.

your nipples are pressed against his back and it’s so hard to act like he can’t feel that. it’s hard to believe you’re not doing it on purpose, but you truly aren’t.

“careful,” toji comments in a husky voice. the corner of his lip twitches, his eyes hidden behind his black bangs, “y’ might start something you can’t finish.” you figure that it’s just bait to scare you off, so you don’t take it seriously. you tighten the headlock a little, biting toji’s ear and nibbling on it as revenge.

“you’re not scaring me with that,” you chuckle and pinch toji’s cheek with your free hand. the older man turns his head slightly, catching a glimpse of your mischievous grin. oh, how cute.

with a swift, fluid motion, toji reaches up with both hands and grasps your thighs firmly. in a heartbeat, your positions reverse and he pins you to the nearby wall. both of his meaty arms cage you in by pressing against the concrete on either side of your head.

“seems like i’m the one who got ya now, doll,” toji murmurs, his voice low and laced with a hint of lust. he gazes down at you, your faces mere inches apart. you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. he’s itching to claim your mouth so, so bad.

but before he can capture your sweet lips with his, you catch him off guard by pushing your full weight forward, causing toji to lose balance. he tumbles backwards onto the carpet below with you on top of him.

“nope, am not giving up so easily,” you giggle as you try to grab at his wrists. you’re oblivious to toji’s desires, too focused on overpowering the man who could snap you in half. it’s fun when he allows you to take control.

however, your lover is slowly losing his rationality. you’re seated on top of his abs and he can swear he can feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes. it’s the only thing he can focus on at that moment. the only thing he craves.

“fuck, c’mere,” toji growls and rolls you over so you’re pinned beneath him on the floor. he can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips when your laughter echoes throughout the living room. even through his lustful haze, he finds your joy thoroughly endearing.

you manage to find another opening and roll over again so you’re on top of him instead. the cycle continues for a few more seconds, your bodies lost in a tangled mess of limbs. you exchange gasps, grunts and giggles while you’re ‘fighting’ for dominance.

when you bite on toji’s shoulder as a way to catch him off guard once more, he hisses. not in an annoyed or pained way— no. he’s so turned on that you biting him sends a jolt of pleasure right down to his aching cock. so turned on that he may accidentally have developed a new kink in that same second.

either way, that little action was his last straw.

toji effortlessly lifts you up on the couch, your body bouncing a bit on the plush cushions as he turns you around on your stomach. one arm hooks around your neck, his bicep pressing against your throat. not enough to hinder your airway, but enough to send shivers down your spine.

“told ya to b’ careful,” toji grunts, his breath against your sensitive skin from behind, “y’ should start listening to me more.” his tongue flicks out and licks a stripe up your ear. his crotch is pressed right against your ass and only then do you notice his raging hard-on.

your eyes widen, cheek smushed against his muscular arm wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place beneath his big body. “oh, fuck, toji,” you let out a shuddering breath. you’re completely engulfed by his large frame—disappearing out of sight. just how he likes it.

“yeah? feel that?” toji grins as he squeezes his bicep around your delicate throat some more. you gasp and whine, turned on by him overpowering you, as much as you had been enjoying the opposite just seconds ago. he mocks your earlier words with a grunt, “think i have’ta remind my lil’ brat exactly what this ‘big boy’ can do to ya.”

and the older man wastes no time to do exactly that.

your shorts and panties are tossed carelessly on the carpet, your cheek smushed against the cushions that you’re desperately gripping. your face is contorted with pleasure, brows furrowed, eyes glazed over and your swollen lips parted to take shallow breaths.

you can feel the ache in your lower back. the arch of your spine is nearly unnatural as your ass is pushed so high up, bouncing back to meet the mean backshots your man is giving you.

“ah, ngh! t—toooji,” you mewl loudly, droplets of saliva trickling down from the corner of your mouth. you can’t deny that this entire situation has you soaked.

the switch toji went through, from being playful and letting you do what you want to reminding you who’s boss at the end of the day— it’s perfect and feels way too good. the cherry on top is the familiar scent of his body, the sweat mixed with his cologne.

it adds to the pleasure, makes you dizzy in a good way.

toji grips your waist, his manly hands trailing down to your hips every now and then for the extra leverage. his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he pounds into you mercislessly, fucking into you like you’re his personal cocksleeve. “ain’t gonna try that again, are ya?”

“dumb lil’ slut,” your harsh lover grumbles under his breath, hand smacking the fat of your ass. toji loves seeing it ripple underneath him, even more so when his hips smack against your rear with strength that leaves your flesh stinging, “bet ya love it when i remind you who owns this cunt.”

toji groans as he slides his thick cock in and out of your tight cunt. you’re gripping him like you never want to let go, like you want to milk him of every drop of the cum stored in his balls.

the sight that he’s blessed with from his point of view can make him bust a load right then and there. you’re presenting your ass to him shamelessly, looking back over your shoulder with lust-blown eyes.

and don’t get him started on the outline of his dick distending your tummy, the one he can feel whenever he reaches a hand around to press against your lower abdomen and circle your clit. too fucking lewd.

“fuck, yeahhhh. take that fat fuckin’ dick, baby,” toji throws his head back as he pushes your body even further into the couch. you swear he’s folding you in half, “let me show ya what a real man in charge can do— how a real man fucks his woman.”

toji’s cock is ruining you, reshaping your insides to fit his massive size and you don’t mind it one bit. in fact, you love it. love the feel of him, the stretch and burn of his thick cock splitting you open.

“yes, mmh, yes! fuck me!” you keen, sobbing from the pleasure. your hand reaches back to scratch at toji’s arm, trying to hold onto him, to find him even in the midst of it all. the view of your desperation and your pleas makes him lose it.

the dark-haired man scoffs, “oh, i’ll fuck ya, all right. . .”

with a low growl, toji plants one foot on the floor next to you, his other leg still bent at the knee on the sofa you’re laying at. the muscles in his arms ripple as he lifts your hips even higher up to be able to meet his thrusts.

“fuuuuuck! right there!” you wail, your head trashing back and forth on the damp sofa. from this new angle, he can drive his fat dick into you even deeper, engorged tip hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see white.

toji revels in the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your sweet moans. you seem so much smaller than him in this new position, your body helplessly giving in, allowing him to put you in whatever position he wants. it boosts his ego and makes his cock pulse inside of you.

he loves seeing the tears in your eyes as it nearly gets too much for you to handle. it motivates him to fuck you harder until you’re full on bawling, which he can easily get off on. making you cry in pure bliss is all he wants to achieve.

your pussy is tight as it clenches around his cock like a vice. toji’s hand slithers around to circle your clit, making your legs spasm and hips thrust back sloppily. “shitttt, y’r sweet lil’ cunt was made just for this—” he pants as his thumb presses against the nub, “to take my cock.”

all you can do is dumbly nod at whatever your partner says. “mmhm, ah yeah, made for you,” your small whines are music to his ears. the palms of your hands feel clammy as you hold onto anything you can grasp.

everything around you is a blur as the only thing you can focus on is the way his heavy cock fills you so well.

toji can feel your juices trickling down his heavy sack, soaking his thighs and yours, as well as the couch. it will leave stains, but he doesn’t care and neither do you.

“look at ya,” he huffs and slaps your clit once, callused fingers dragging along your puffy lips that are parted obscenely wide for his cock. toji brings his wet finger to his mouth to lick it clean. he hums satisfactorily at the taste, “pussy’s droolin’ aaaall over my dick. nasty girl.”

your pussy starts fluttering around his thick length as it impales you over and over. it’s a telltale sign of your orgasm, one toji has come to recognise quite easily.

“yeah? gonna make an even bigger mess on my cock?” he grins before pressing his chest against your sweaty back, blanketing your small body. the extra weight added to the ecstasy only makes you scream louder for him.

“yes, yes, yes! gonna cum!” you cry out, toes curling and eyes rolling back as you try to prolong your pleasure. even if it’s only for a second.

toji curses under his breath as his hips move faster to drive you over the edge. he can’t wait to feel your cunt get even tighter, to make it feel like you’re about to snap his dick off. he loves the pain mixed with the pleasure of your tightness.

“do it. cream all over me, c’mon, little girl. y’ can do it,” toji coaxes, delivering small smacks to your clit, causing your hips to jolt back with each slap. you can’t do it anymore— can’t hold on any longer.

you scream as you cum, your pussy spasming wildly around toji’s pulsing cock. that sensation alone has the older man gasping for air, nails digging into the flesh of your ass. no matter how many times he fucks you, the moment you cum, he automatically follows.

the way you squeeze his dick and hold onto it like you don’t want to let go is simply too much.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. g’nna make me bust a fat fuckin’ nut inside of you,” toji groans, his rhythm growing sloppy yet his thrusts are still deliciously hard, “gonna pump this pussy full of my load. breed ‘er nice and deep. shitt— take it!”

a strangled moan leaves his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass while his cock jolts inside of you. he pumps jet after jet of hot cum directly into your womb, tip rubbing against the deepest spot he can reach.

“eaaaasy, yeah, just like that. let it soak into ya,” toji hisses as his hips jerk erratically, “good girl. takin’ all of it so well.” it seems to go on forever as spurts of semen flood your insides for a good few seconds.

once your lover fully empties his balls inside of you, he feels himself grow weak. his thighs and arms tremble a bit from overexertion.

you collapse together in a sweaty heap, toji’s softening dick still buried deep inside of you. the only thing filling the room now is your heavy breathing as you slowly regain your composure. it’s quite a comfortable silence.

after a while, toji shifts. he pulls out with a wet squelch and watches with half-lidded eyes as thick, pearly globs of cum trickle down your slit. he grins lazily at the sight before turning you around.

you’re completely fucked out, it seems. your chest is heaving and your eyes are barely open. the trails of tears and drool on your face tells the man enough. toji wipes a stray strand of hair from your face with a haughty chuckle, “damn, keheh, fucked y’ real good. you okay though?”

you weakly nod in response before wrapping your arms around him. your hands rest on his broad back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

toji hums and hugs you back, being careful not to squish you under his weight. he presses chaste kisses to your temple as he enjoys your frame molding perfectly against the hard muscles of his body.

“y’ did so well for me, little girl,” he comments gruffly, voice deep and a bit hoarse. you smile at the praise and murmur a small ‘thanks’. nothing is better than being able to feel safe with your lover after an intense session like that.

you pull back a bit and look up at toji with a little, playful grin. “guess i need to challenge you more often. felt too good, babe.”

toji lets out a small scoff and shakes his head. a ghost of a smirk appears on his lips as he slightly pinches your side. he holds you against his chest and buries his nose into your hair, sighing as he finally relaxes his weary body.

“y’ can try. might break ya for real next time, though.”

[gojosprettyprincess]

TOJI FUCKING YOU WITH HIS GUN ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

Tw - gun play, dubcon. Don’t take this seriously, I was like half asleep while writing it :( Not proofread.

“You’re so disgusting baby, can’t believe you’re getting off from this” Toji scoffs in a condescending tone. He callously digs the nuzzle of his gun further into your bare cunt with brutal force that made your legs tremble.

The foreign sensation had your toes instinctively curling in the air because of the startling touch of the cool metal pressing into your delicate core.

“N-no, g-get it out!” You pleaded fearfully, your voice quivering as you desperately tried to wiggle yourself off his lap. His strong grip on your thighs only tightened, preventing your escape. You could feel the warm pool of slick gradually welling up around his gun as it slowly sank deeper into your drooling cunt.

“No? Then why’s this pussy so wet, you’re soaking up my gun like a pathetic little slut, baby” he chuckled wickedly at the irony as he peered down to where you’re seated on his lap, your back is flushed against his taut abs— feeling the warmth of his body enveloping yours.

He unawarely licks his scarred lips at the pretty mess encircling between your plush thighs. An evident wet patch is forming around his gun and he can’t help but coo at how messy you are, despite how dangerous it is.

Or maybe that’s why you’re so messy to begin with.

“You know I can pull the fucking trigger right now and you’ll die but I bet that didn’t cross your mind, did it?”. He taunts mockingly, starting a slow pace in your cunny and watching how the inviting little hole happily swallows the gun deeper in. “As long as you have something stuffed in this greedy pussy, that’s all you care about, huh?”.

You immediately released a delicious moan when the gun’s trigger brushes against your throbbing clit, rubbing against it and creating a new wave of pleasure. You felt a rush of embarrassment as your body betrayed your own resistance.

Toji’s eyes lit up with pure satisfaction, taking pleasure in your helplessness.

“Fuck— you’re so sick Toji!” You exclaimed before thrashing your head back against his hard chest, a shuddering sigh escaping your lips as your eyes clenched shut tightly. Your heart thundering in your chest as the cool metal invaded your most intimate part.

“Awe but you love it, don’t you baby. s’why your little cunt is drooling everywhere”. His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine because of how it gave you goosebumps.

You wanted to deny it, to fight against the forbidden pleasure he was forcing upon you but the way your eager core was clenching with need around the unfamiliar object wasn’t making it even slightly possible.

He pressed his gun further, inch by inch until you were fully impaled by the steel. The metal widened the entrance of your cunny, forcibly stretching it open as he fucks in and out. The sight of his muscular forearm tensing and bulging with his motions didn’t help your cunt from soaking the object one bit.

He deftly maneuvers the arm that had been holding your thighs, positioning it underneath to allow him to bring his hand up to delicately tease your hard nipples, gently rolling it between his rough fingertips. You arched against his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. “Need you to cum f’me baby, cum on daddy’s gun yeah? You can do it”.

His words are like fuel to the fire, igniting a need deep within you. You can feel the tension coiling tighter, the gun’s trigger teasing your sensitive bud with every thrust and working against your favor.

“N-no…I..fuck!” You struggled to form coherent words as Toji’s skilled movements pushed you closer to the edge. You can feel the way his clothed erection is throbbing underneath your ass, poking against you like it’s trying to bore a hole into your body.

“Come on baby, y’can do it, cream on it f’me” his voice is commanding, leaving no room for refusal. The gun was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, prodding and poking against it for your arousal. It made your resistance crumble, your body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Mmph! Toji— stop–fuckk!” You cried out, your nails digging into his hefty forearm as you rode the wave of ecstasy. Your juices was steeping out and soaking both him and the weapon. The sticky cream decorating his gun and leaking onto his lap. He licks a long stripe of your face with a proud grin as he keeps plunging it in and out of you.

“Fuck yes, that’s a good girl, baby. Look at that fucking mess, shit” he groans as his hardened cock twitches with desperate need to be buried inside of you.

He quickly pulled the gun out of your soppy pussy and brought it up to your face for you to witness. Your essence was leaking everywhere as he showed you the mess. “See that? You’re nothing but a fucking whore that wants always something buried up your cunt. But s’okay baby, that’s why I love you”. He hummed contentedly with a warm kiss on your temple.

“Clean it” that was all you heard before he stuffed the gun into your mouth, making you gag around it as you tasted the sweet remnants of your own essence. The taste melts on your tastebuds, making you whimper. You swirled your tongue around the metal, sucking off your cum.

“That's it, baby,” he growled in a hoarse tone, thick with desire, urging you to continue. “Keep sucking it, get it all wet, and soak f’me so I can bury it in your other hole next”.

[chocolilies]

( ୨ৎ. husband!nanami kento x wife!reader. . .ᐟ

◟ꪆ୧ nsfw (afab!reader, fingering, teaching a lesson through sex, ditzy reader) - also on ao3!

nanami kento, who wears his wedding ring everywhere.

he never takes it off, he doesn't dare to. why would he? 

it symbolises the promise you two made to each other, the love you have and continue to share— of course he wants to show it off to the whole world.

you’ll never find him without it, golden band always snug around his ring finger when he showers, when he cooks, when he cleans, when he works...

which is why he's so disappointed to find yours teetering on the edge of the bathroom sink.

steam sticks to the mirror, blurrily framing the disappointment on his face as he picks up your ring, turning his head to look at you, watching you ransack your shared wardrobe for clothes to wear tonight.

"darling, are you forgetting something?"

he watches you snap your head around, drops of water still dripping from your recently showered body, mouth forming an 'o' out of shock as you realise what he's holding.

"oh!" you rush towards him, outstretching your left hand once you reach him so he can slip the ring back onto where it belongs, smiling bashfully up at him. "sorry, it must've slipped my mind."

you don't miss the frown that deepens on kento’s face at your careless gesture, placing your hands on his cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss, your way of apologising for the mistake. "don't be upset, ken. it won't happen again."

oh but it does, and even though kento knows deep down that these are simple mistakes, he can't stop the pit that forms in his stomach whenever he finds your ring abandoned at your work desk, or the kitchen counter, or even slipped forgetfully into your bag.

he tries his best not to let it irk him, instead resorting to reminding you each time he finds your ring somewhere other than on your finger, making sure to slip it back where it's meant to be with as much love and care as the day you first exchanged rings and vows.

his resolve crumbles the moment gojo opens up his stupid mouth.

“woah, trouble in paradise?”

kento’s shoulders stiffen at the light-hearted way your coworker comments on your lack of ring, standing at your doorway holding lunch for the both of you as he watches you laugh it off with a wave of your ring-less hand, explaining your forgetfulness and immediately starting to look for the tiny trinket.

“darling,” kento speaks slowly from the other side of the room, announcing his arrival at the same time he flashes you with the item you were looking for. 

you don't seem to notice his clenched teeth and narrowed gaze as you happily walk over to him, allowing him to slip your ring back on before placing a kiss to his cheek in thanks, the maximum amount of affection you dare to show in your workplace. 

it hadn't dawned on him until then that he wasn't the only one that would notice your missing ring, wondering nervously as he finished up that day’s work just how many of your friends had noticed, whether the girls you normally went out and drank with assumed that he was a terrible husband, that there was indeed some trouble in paradise, that you were stuck in a loveless marriage instead of the obvious: that you were just forgetful.

he tries not to show his upset later that night when he finally arrives home, but as the dutiful and perfect wife you are, you notice immediately. you ask him what's wrong, offer to cook him his favourite dish, hold him in bed like you usually do whenever he feels down, tell him you’re there for whatever he might need and want…

“but… what I need… is to remind you how important this is to me,”

you watch as he catches your left hand in his, bringing it up to his face and pressing a chaste kiss to the warm metal, amber eyes staring deep into yours during his action. 

you smile, moving said hand to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over his sharp cheekbones. “I know how important it is, ken…”

despite your sweet coo and love-filled gaze, kento knows, deep down, that you need a reminder. 

“of course you do, angel,” he sighs, leaning closer into your space as his eyes trace your unforgettable features, drinking in your lovestruck expression. “but I feel that lately, it’s been slipping your mind. don’t you think that, as your husband, it’s my duty to make sure you never forget?”

your husband's ring feels cold against your flushed skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth his fingers are radiating as they slip through your sopping folds, collecting your dripping essence like a prize as his chapped lips press sloppy kisses all over your neck.

you can't stop the noises that leave you at the teasing, fleeting touches, eyelids drooping closed in pleasure as his other hand plays around with your chest, nimble fingers grabbing and tugging at your nipples in tandem with his other hand’s movements, sending rushes of overstimulating pleasure throughout your tired body. 

you're unaware of how many times he’s made you cum so far, the towel he’d oh so graciously placed beneath you thoroughly soaked thanks to his continuing ministrations, yet all you can focus on is the strange but welcome feeling of his ring pressing against your most intimate parts, bumping against your clit with every movement from his nimble hand and sending jolts of pleasure through your spent self, though you assume that this was your husband’s desired effect all along. 

“you’re doing so, so good, angel,” his voice rasped against your ear, harmonising with the squishing sounds your poor cunt was making, every touch to your clit making your body lurch and quiver, the feeling overwhelming. “c’mon, one more, alright? or have you already learned your lesson?”

lesson? you think as you feel his ring finger slip into you along with his middle and index, cunt loose enough to accommodate all three and hopefully his cock after this “lesson”. 

“w- won't take it off again, ken, pr-promise,” you gasp out, arching your back against his chest and pressing your rump against his very hard erection, which he'd been neglecting in order to get you to this point. 

you feel his fingers curl, hitting your g-spot perfectly like they had times before, but he didn't relent like you'd expected him to. 

“k-ken?”

“that's not all.” 

you whine out in confusion, hips moving along with his fingers despite the need to give your body a break, chasing the high that your mind oh so wanted but body couldn't exactly reach. 

“b-but-”

“it's not just about wearing the ring, darling,” kento started to explain, showing off his amazing dexterity by continuing to play with your tits with one hand while still fingering your pussy with his left, pressing a sweet kiss against your tear stained cheek. “no, if it was about that, this would've been over way more quickly.” 

you can feel a different sort of pressure start to build up in the lower parts of your tummy as he paused, legs shaking from the disturbance and in warning of what was to come if kento keeps doing his thing, though by the looks of it, he was nowhere close to stopping. 

he stays silent, allowing you to realise that he was really waiting for you to answer, as if you were both immersed in a casual conversation and he hadn't just melted your brain with just his fingers, and you force yourself to speak despite the mind numbing pleasure. 

“wh- oh god! what's it a-about, ken…?” you mewl, hips raising each time he pumps his fingers inside, almost like you were trying to ride him since his cock was still tucked away inside his slacks, his palm rutting deliciously against your clit with every movement. 

you hear him stifle a groan as your hips start to move, torturing himself as well as you by not bothering to help himself, too focused on your pleasure to act on his own, pressing his lips to the spot under your ear in an attempt to muffle the whimpers that were threatening to escape him. 

“k-ken?” you half-questione, half-moan, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder and focusing your blurry gaze on your husband's flushed face, drinking in the gorgeous expression he was sporting. 

“darling,” he lets out breathlessly, brown eyes darting down to meet your own, hands still not relenting in their attack despite his pause in speech, trying to compose himself before speaking once more. “it's- fuck, I… I want you to remember why you wear it, honey. who put it on your finger, who you belong to...”

he shudderd as one of your moans rings out throughout the dark room, not helping him in the slightest as he tries his best to fight against the urge to flip you over and fuck you like the both of you deserved. 

“who I belong to,” the strokes of his fingers grow deeper and more attentive, attacking your g-spot relentlessly as you writhe in his arms, his loving yet possessive words sending tremors throughout your body. 

“oh, kento…”

he exhales shakily at the moan of his name, letting his head fall forwards to rest on your shoulder in an attempt to ground himself, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a shudder. 

“you're not going to- fuck, let this go, a-are you?” you manage to whisper out cheekily, hips and body still moving subconsciously on his fingers. 

“not a chance, my love,” 

kento moves slightly, adjusting your body so you're pressed even more impossibly closer to him, ass still perched against his hardened cock, member twitching and spitting out pre against his dampening slacks with each movement from your almost drunk body, high of pleasure and doing whatever it can to reach that high kento had seemed to have promised before. 

“I'll make sure you never want to take this off again—” he starts, and you gasp out in horror as his fingers slide out of you, lifting his soaked hand up to your chest, giving you a few seconds to panic before quickly replacing it with his other hand, nipples softening at the sudden lack of stimulation. 

to accentuate his point, his left hand, the one where he proudly displays his ring, the one that's covered in your juices and almost pruny due to the amount of time spent playing with your wetness, finds your own, carefully intertwining your fingers together and showing off both of your rings. 

“—not because you're afraid of forgetting, no…” 

you shudder as his other hand resumes the work his other had been doing, immediately feeling that intense need of release come back, biting your lip to muffle your sounds in order to listen to your husband better, not wanting to interrupt him, especially when he was like this— disheveled, flushed, with tiny whines escaping his chapped lips with every press of your ass against his crotch. 

“but, because every time you look at it—”

you can feel it building up, your release at the tip of your fingers, but not exactly like all the other times before, so you know what's coming. 

it's not the first time kento's gotten you to this point. he's exceptionally proud of it, obviously. no one before him had ever gotten you to squirt before, and evidenced by the rings that were currently getting dirty in your juices, no one but him ever would. 

his fingers quicken their pace inside you, attacking your g-spot with force before suddenly moving up to give your clit the same treatment, pinching and rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves in an expert manner, knowing exactly what to do to get you to that oh so delicious release. 

you raise your hips in preparation for it, pressure building up in your most intimate parts as you moan and cry out your husband's name, his mind crumbling with every sound you make, trying to stay on track. 

his mouth opens in awe as you grab onto his hand tighter, vision going white as you finally reach your climax, voice getting caught in his throat at the beautiful sigh of you coming undone on his fingers, love-filled eyes drinking in every single inch of your trembling bare body, release-soaked fingers still rubbing at your cunt rapidly.

he chuckles as you try to move away from his touch once it becomes too much, apologising silently for the overstimulation with a kiss to your sweaty temple, before finally finishing his speech. 

“—you’ll think of this.”