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a-cryptid-called-magetha · 10 months ago
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ddejavvu · 4 months ago
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I have an idea: Shy reader is caught by Tyler Owen’s watching fancams someone made about his recent livestream chasing tornados. She’s dying; his ego is about to explode when he realizes she actively sought out the content.
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Ain't No Love in Oklahoma - Tyler Owens x Reader
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You'd hoped that by acting nonchalant, leaving your speakers on a reasonable volume while nondescript country music played, you'd avoid Tyler's impulses to peer at your screen. He never does it out of suspicion, but the two of you practically share phones at this rate. If his is charging, he'll join you in scrolling on yours. If he's driving, you'll watch movies on his phone while simultaneously feeding him directions from the gps.
Unfortunately, you should have vetted the videos before watching them, and the familiar song catches Tyler's attention where he's lounging on the couch opposite you.
"You listenin' to my music, cutie?" He perks up, already displacing himself from his comfy sprawl, "Lemme see."
"What-? No," You shake your head, pausing the video, "It was nothing. Just a video I scrolled past."
"I wanna see it," He urges, invading your space and worming his way between you and the couch, careful to catch you when he nudges you towards the edge, "I like that song, I wanna know what it was."
"I lost it." You insist, exiting the app on your phone, "I'm on a different video now."
"Just scroll back up!" He scoffs, and you're clearly not being as nonchalant as you wanted to be, "C'mon, darlin', be nice to me and let me listen to my music."
"It's nothing, Tyler!" You shriek, but he's got a hold of your phone now, and he's easily maneuvering into your last used app to find himself staring at- well, himself.
'Ain't No Love in Oklahoma' blares through your phone speakers once more as videos of Tyler flash across the screen, various fan-captured shots of him grinning, whooping, winking, and flexing his muscles beneath his tight shirts. It's a fan edit, something perfectly ordinary to be watching, but the fact that the subject of the edit has caught you watching it leaves you in an inescapable state of embarrassment.
"Tyler, give it back," You whine, and you wish it wasn't petulant, but it is. It's pathetic, it's desperate, and bereft of any dignity.
"You're watchin' thirst traps of me," He realizes gleefully, your phone glued to his large hand when you try prying it out of his hand, "You searched for 'em, and you're all cuddled up on the couch watchin' sexy little videos of me, and you've got the real thing right here!"
"Tyler!" You cry, now prying at his arms in hope the sharp scratch of your nails will persuade him to give you your phone back, "Stop teasing me, give it back!"
"I'm not teasing you!" He lies, hooking his arm around your neck, not to choke you but to pin you close to him and stop your squirming, "Relax, sweetheart, I just think it's cute. I'm right here and you're watchin' videos of me wink instead of talking to me."
"The real you isn't all muscle-flexing and winks," You grumble, attempting to squirm out of his hold with cheeks warm from embarrassment, "You're a dirty, rotten bully."
"Oh, stop it," He swats a hand against your side, pressing a kiss to your forehead that you're fairly certain is flushed as well, "I'm not bullying you. I think it's sweet, honey. I'd pose for you, y'know?" He watches the video replay, clocks the way that his muscles tense and tone against the tight sleeves of his tee, "I can get dressed up all rugged and sexy, and you can take videos of me. Think about how popular your videos would be! You've got never-before-seen footage, darlin'."
"I'm not making thirst edits of you," You whine, succumbing to his iron-grip on you and settling into his chest to hide instead of struggling, "I'm never looking you in the eyes again."
"That ain't true," He pulls your chin up easily from where you're digging it into his chest, eyes stern but fond, "You don't ever have to be embarrassed around me. If people made cute little fan edits of you, I'd make 'em my phone background, baby."
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milkzoro · 5 months ago
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humping turned to fucking. who woulda guessed.
t. Law
- clit overstim* creampie* consensual*
\\ ୧⋆。🕯. -ʚɞ
he was in the perfect position; beneath you on the living room couch, and in between your thighs. you arched your back and grinded up and down, losing yourself in the feeling of almost catching your release against his clothed cock.
soft whimpers left your lips, taking your time with all of your rhythms and motions as you rode him.
he pulled you against him eagerly, probably leaving more than a few fingerprint-sized bruises across your skin. law cared nonetheless, just as long as he could get you close.
his hips tried to fuck into you, but the fabrics containing him prevented it. you could feel him grow restless and become annoyed at the fact that you were moving a little too slow for his liking.
“please— can i fuck you?” he blurted out. the long fingers you knew all too well tugged on your panties as their owner waited for you to answer. “i’m gunna cum if you don’t stop.”
his pleas were cute.
“wanna fuck you so bad, y/n.”
“can i?” …
his eyes turned dark as soon as you allowed him to have more. you slipped off your panties and so desperately needed him to stretch you out. the cold slick of his precum met with your warmth sending shivers across your skin.
he was buried inside you. gifting you lots of deep strokes with his forehead pressed against yours, panting pretty little things like,
… ‘you’re mine.’ … ‘fuck.’ … ‘all mine.’ …
repeatedly.
in the midst of it all, you took his hand in a soft grip and guided them around the tight seal of his cock stretching you out. your fingers remained on top of his, dragging them around slightly to collect the mix of your juices.
curiosity struck his face as he slowed down his rhythms a little, but your pretty expressions made him realize what he was lacking.
you led his fingers to where you needed them the most and your breath shuddered, “i wanna feel it here, law.” your fingers lifted off his, leaving them delicately around your aching little bud.
he mimicked your actions, still hitting you deep but now with the added stimulation to you clit. you couldn’t help but expose yourself more for him.
“law! r-right there…”
you lifted your hips up slightly off the couch for a better angle and immediately you were getting washed with your orgasm. “i’m gonna cum!!! c-CUMMING!!♡”
“shit. me too baby. gimme one more, okay?” he quickly cut you off, groaning and whining feeling the insides of your cunt. his fingers wouldn’t leave your clit as he continued to fuck you into the cushions.
“lawwww-” you cried, feeling too blissed out from all the excess attention he was giving your pussy. a second wave of pleasure was quickly building inside of you. the once cold room was now hot, sticky, and littered with your filthy sounds.
“god, you’ve got such a perfect pussy baby. i’m gonna fill you, okay? cum for me y/n, again.” he demanded.
you couldn’t keep your eyes open and your legs trembled under him, but only a small nod and incoherent nonsense was all that you could give to let him know you would do as he said.
“that’s it, fuckkkkk fuck…..”
as you let go, you kept him has close as you could. immersing yourself in his strong grip and musky sent. simultaneously, you felt his cock spurt inside of you, flooding you with warm sperm.
a kiss to your cheek and forehead came quickly after. followed by an, “i love you.” and many cuddles back on the couch.
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*lowkey unfinished but hey i made it to wano 🙏🏻
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whore4abby · 1 year ago
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sunshine; abby anderson
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summary; abby gives her farmgirl a little afternoon delight
warnings; smut - fingering, oral, dirty talk, mdni
an; first post so scared omg. tell me what u think !!!
wc; 0.4k
a warm breeze danced through the farm, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and freshly baked bread as abby sits on the porch watching the sun slowly begin to set, her face lighting up when she sees you come wandering in from the fields, getting up from her seat to greet you.
abby’s eyes soften as she looks down at you, giving your forehead a small kiss. planning on spending the evening watching the sunlight flicker off the gentle waves of the nearby creek. savoring each other's company.
“where ya been, sunshine?”
you smile up at her shyly and speak softly. “i was just wandering….”
abby looks down at you and notices how flustered you seem to be. she smiles warmly and leans in to give a soft kiss on your forehead.
your face heats up as abby chuckles to herself softly, her eyes flickering up to meet your gaze, before slipping her arms around your waist, her fingers tracing the soft fabric of your sundress. abby presses her lips against yours in a sweet kiss, her hand lingering on the small of your back.
”i’ve got an idea, sweetheart…” her voice is low and raspy, abby slowly trails her hands past your hips and down onto your ass.
”maybe we should take this inside...”? you slowly nod your head, unable to form a coherent thought as you stare up at abby. abby scoops you up in her arms, and carries you through the farmhouse and into your bedroom where she lays you down on the soft bed, the sheets rusting softly under you.
you’re practically in a trance as you watch her get onto her knees in front of you, pushing your dress above your hips and starting to pull down your lacy panties. she throws them across the room and smirks up at you. you giggle and rest your head back against the plush pillows as abby slowly traces her index fingertip through your wet folds.
“mmhh….you feel how wet you are….?” abby teases, slowing dragging her finger up to your clit, circling it gently as she watches you cover up your face in embarrassment. she reaches her freehand up and swats your arm away.
“nuh uh….wanna see that pretty face….” she whispers and moves back down to dip her finger into your cunt, smirking as she feels you clench slightly around her.
you whine, trying to grind your hips into her hand. “please….”
abby gives in a pushes her finger in all the way up to her knuckle, she pulls it almost fully out before adding a second, pumping them in and out steadily.
“abby….oh my god-” you whisper breathlessly, reaching a hand out to grab onto her bicep, your nails digging in ever so slightly. abby continues to stretch you out with two of her thick fingers, obscene noises filling the room and causing you to blush.
your back arches up into her as you buck your hips up against her calloused hands. abby notices this and moves her free hand to your lower tummy, holding you down with just enough force to stop you from squirming. abby smiles slyly as you finally stop wriggling. “good girl…”
you whimper pathetically at the nickname before gasping as she leans forward to attach her lips to your clit. abby suckles at your sensitive clit whilst simultaneously speeding up the movement of her fingers, curling them up in a way that has you almost screaming.
“oh fuck….abs….nngggh” you babble, almost incoherently as she moves her fingers faster, her tongue flicking against your clit hungrily, before going back to your slit and slurping up your sticky juices. she moans happily, the vibrations causing you to cry out as your legs shake a little.
abby pulls away momentarily to smile at you teasingly. “you wanna cum, huh….?”
you nod your head erratically, as you let out a string of muddled up words. “mhm….! cum…gonna cum….” abby chuckles wickedly before going back to licking at your clit to push you over the edge.
you cry out as you cum, your hand moving from her bicep to the back of abby’s head as you ride out your high, subtly grinding down onto her tongue as she happily laps up at your weeping slit. after a couple seconds, your hand drops from the back of her head as you slump back on the bed. abby pulls her fingers out gently, bringing them up to her mouth and sucking on them vulgarly as she holds eye contact with you “mmm…”
you giggle as you watch her clean up every drop of cum. “cmere, your chins wet….” you reach out to swipe your thumb across the bottom of her chin gently, smiling at her, your face flushed and lips parted.
“how about we clean you up first, huh….?” abby laughs and grabs your hand, pulling you off towards the bathroom.
a/n; also gonna give creds to @zombholic my tumblr bestie !!!! she helped me a little with this !!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🍦
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karlachismylife · 2 months ago
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I have four fresh asks in my inbox that all bring me immense joy and I wanna give all four quite lengthy answers, so asking for a lil bit of patience from my beautful anons, the brain juice is juicing (is this an appropriate thing to say considering that two out of four are piss-related? i dunno) 🙏🏼 I am once again sleepy for god knows what reason so I came here to ramble sleepily. Surprisingly no unhinged feral thoughts tonight.
Just Karlach, Soap and Ghost. Probably from the anarchist!Karlach au, but far, far down the line, when everything between them is finally resolved and their little weird and unlikely family is together.
Holy shit it somehow became a oneshot.
All The Leaves Are Brown
(Title from "California Dreamin'" by Hi Standard)
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Dingy little apartment, messy and a tad bit unlivable, smelling like petrol, paint and cigarette smoke, partially stripped of furniture, half-painted murals on just recently plastered walls, window frames old and frail, letting draft in. It's okay, though, it's not that far into the autumn cold yet, so no need to whip out whatever hermetic paste they decided to try this year.
Just a little bit chilly.
Chilly isn't a problem for them. Not when both Karlach and Soap are living, breathing furnaces, tank tops and matching boxer briefs letting the heat evaporate from the big surface of their naked skin. And there is plenty of heat as they laze about on the old couch, casing coming apart in the most rubbed on places, pillows dipping almost down to the floor, a single spring trying to bite into Karlach's ass as she sits there, Johnny perched on her thick thigh with his hands running up her stomach, the fabric of her loose top bunching up over his wrists.
They're just kissing, slow, sloppy, sensual makeout, puffy and sensitive - they've been going at it for quite some time already - lips catching onto each other. Johnny catches Karlach's lower lip ring between his, tugs carefully, gliding his tongue over the steel piercing and further into her mouth - only for it to be caught by the tiefling, sucked on and melted in the clove aftertaste of the pretentious black-wrapper cigarettes she spoils herself with.
Pulling back a bit, he slurps the excessive drool loudly, as if he was offered a really sweet caramel candy, causing them both to giggle, Karlach's nose wrinkling irresistibly. Johnny kisses those wrinkles with his wet lips, then brushes them against the snake bites piercings at the corners of her mouth, touches her little eyebrow ring and finally presses a soft, barely audible "chu" to her forehead, rendering Karlach completely soft and peaceful, yellow cat eyes fluttering close and her big palms coming to rest on the small of his back, not even noticing that it makes the hem of his tank top ride up just like hers.
"Tryna heat up the place, are ya?" Low chuckle startles them just a little bit - after a certain amount of time you just come to terms with living a literal ghost, able to move silently even when the ancient floorboards of the cheap apartment creak even under cockroaches' tiny little feet. Simon's quiet appearance still elicits simultaneous "fuck"s from his two warm sunshines, and he looks pleased with himself as he detaches himself from the wall he was leaning on for god knows how long. Watching them. Soaking in their love he had to learn to accept.
"Aya, dinnae want ye tae freeze yer auld bones, LT." Soap grins at him, sliding off Karlach's thigh onto the couch that immediately lets out the most pitiful and drawn out plea for mercy a piece of furniture is capable of. Karlach next to him crinkles her nose again and slaps her bare thigh in a more than clear invitation.
"Come on, soldier. We missed you."
Something buried, rotten and probably almost dead flutters in Simon's chest at this simple, fearlessly sincere and thus invincible in its vulnerability admission. He thinks everyone in the room can hear the disgusting sound of raw meat, chopped up and disfigured, fed to the worms and rejected even by them, churning in place of his heart - but neither bright-eyed Johnny with a mischievous smirk on his face, nor visibly excited Karlach with her tail twitching and coiling around nothingness on the floor, seem to be turned off by the gloom and darkness that Simon is.
Even after everything he put them through, they are just as eager to have him, if not more.
He comes closer, big, looming shadow, wrapped in all black from head to toe - from the hood of his skeleton hoodie obscuring his eyes to the socks, probably not a pair since he can't find a single matching one after that one time he let Karlach deal with the laundry. Doesn't matter, though, Simon just needs them to be warm, and that they are.
Autumn is his season, season of wet decay and exposed death, but he still barely handles the cold. Winter will be hard.
Two hands grab him at the same time, a considerable effort put into pulling him onto the couch between two buff bodies. Giving in just for the sake of the pleading puppy eyes, Simon carefully lowers himself onto the poor thing barely holding up - and finds himself in a heatwave.
Karlach and Johnny are searing hot as they wrap themselves around him, muscular thighs thrown over his manspread, one leathery tail coiled under his knee, burly arms holding him down by his waist and chest as if he might wrangle himself free and run away.
He would. Just some months ago, he would. Run away and leave scorched ground behind himself, empty shells and shattered hearts.
His, whole, reborn and red-blooded, gives away everything Simon would like to keep to himself, as it pumps like crazy, sending cold, viscous blood to his skin to get warmed up by the external heat of his lovers and come back as red surf washing over the internal organs.
"Should've come to us sooner, mate, you're freezing," rings Karlach's genuine worry in his ear. Booming voice that used to bring some deep-rooted hate from within muffled as Simon watches her grab his hand and shove it under her tank top generously. Her chest is burning hot, like he dipped his hand into boiling water after holding it in ice.
"Stubborn bastart." Soap grumbles into his other ear, lifting Simon's second palm and pressing hot kisses to his scarred knuckles. Black hoodie starts to get hot. "Hiding from us won't fly, LT."
Karlach's fat scar glides under his fingers - she leans closer, careful with her remaining horn, and Ghost half expects her to kiss him like she was kissing Johnny - hungrily and sensually, but instead he gets a soft nose brush and a peck onto the little bump with a scar he has after breaking it how many times.
"Why so shy all of a sudden, lass?" It's a weak attempt to regain control, and Karlach has no one control her. She shushes him with a quick peck to his mangled lips. Then on his cheek. His temple. Split eyebrow. Corner of his eyes.
"Just taking my time to look at you, soldier. And I like what I see." Her smile is blindingly bright and genuine. Simon's ears feel hot - he can't believe he would blush from a single compliment.
Turns out, it's just Johnny breathing open-mouthed breaths onto the tips of his ears to warm him up. Caught in broad daylight, he just snorts with a grin and latches onto Simon's neck, bringing out the shivers. Now that his hand is free from distracted Johnny, Ghost can bury his fingers in the outgrown mohawk and pull, earning an immediate moan and a more eager bite to the neck from his predictable mutt.
"Wanna take this off? We'll keep you warm, Si," Karlach's impatience is too obvious - in the way her tail squeezes his knee tighter and her fingers tug on the hem of the hoodie, urging Ghost to get rid of it.
The thought of shedding his thick cotton hide is cold. But when he does pull it off with a casual tug somewhere behind his scruff and over his head, Simon doesn't even get a chance to shudder, two living heaters plastering themselves over his both sides.
Slowly, without much coordination and with apologetic giggle from Karlach at the sound of suffering furniture, they all lean onto the back of the couch and pull their legs from the floor, tangling them and her tail together.
"Ye good?" Johnny tucks his head into the crook of Ghost's neck, his hot, wet breath hitting his pale collarbone peeking from the T-shirt's collar.
"I'll fix the windows tomorrow, don't worry, soldier. Someone from the commune brought good stuff from the city and promised to share." Simon frees his hand from Karlach's tank top and wraps it around her shoulders, scratching at the base of her broken horn absentmindedly. He would've refused help from her people proudly not so long ago. Nothing he needs from the scum like them.
But that scum is family now. And the windows need fixing. And finally someone is doing or for him, not waiting until he deals with all his problems himself.
Karlach's heart can't beat too fast nowadays, but her ears still twitch and her eyelashes flutter when he presses a kiss to her forehead.
"S'alright, love. I'm already plenty warm."
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bitchinbarzal · 2 years ago
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five more minutes | luke hughes
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summary; I liked this song so it’s a song fic!
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Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's on the porch yellin', "Supper's hot, y'all come and get it"
We yelled, "Five more minutes"
“y/n, luke c’mon you too! Dinners getting cold!” Ellen shouted down the yard to the dock where you both sat watching the fish.
“Five more minutes mom!”
“You can come back out after but you’ve gotta eat!” She demanded and the two groaned, standing from their sports and marching up the garden to the table where everyone else waited for them.
“About time, I’m starving!” Jack moaned, finally able to eat his burger.
“Yeah we had to wait for you Lukey and your girlfriend” Quinn taunted.
Their dad gave both of them a stern look “Knock it off you two, you’re making poor y/n uncomfortable”
You smiled, burger in hand and ketchup smeared on your cheek “It’s okay I’ve got brothers too and they suck also”
The two choked on their food and Jim let out a laugh “She’s funny, I think she’ll fit right in here”
After dinner it was getting dark.
“Mom we’re going down to the dock again!” Luke announced
“I don’t think so you two, it’s late and y/n sweetheart your mom will be wanting you home soon”
“five minutes? Please mom?” Luke begged
“Okay five minutes and I mean it! No chancing it remember you’re still only eight young man” she kissed his forehead and let you go.
At sixteen it was 12:03 standin' at her front door
Katie's dad said midnight, but we needed just a little more
Yellow light flippin' on and off, interruptin' that goodnight kissin'
We wanted five more minutes
“Twelve o’clock you return my daughter Hughes” is what your dad said when luke picked you up for your date.
“Yes sir, twelve o’clock like the past eight years we’ve been friends” he made a playful jab but your dad didn’t laugh
“Well you weren’t dating her then, it’s different criteria now”
Your date was perfect, he’d taken you to the fair and it was just carefree. It was very You.
Luke landed you on the porch at 11:57, before the cut off.
You stood in front of him on the porch, hands cradling his “I had a lot of fun tonight, thanks Lu”
“Anything for my girl” he smiled, brushing the hair from your eyes behind your ears.
You watched his eyes as Luke’s head slowly dipped down and right before he was going to kiss you…
the porch lights began flickering
You both groaned simultaneously
The door opened and your dad mumbled “twelve o three kid, you’re late”
“Five more minutes sir?” He almost begged and you gave a pleading look.
“Fine but I’m deducting ten the next time you take her out!”
At eighteen, turned my helmet in and walked to the fifty-yard line
Just the coach and me after we lost eighteen to nine
And I cried, "Man, next time to get in here, I'll have to buy a ticket
Can't you give me five more minutes?"
They had returned from Florida, unsuccessful once again.
Everyone was moping around and making calls — the calls. Mackie and Duke never even left Florida, Luke and Eddy had to pack their stuff in a box and ship it out to Florida.
Luke found himself at the brunt end of phone calls from Jack, Nico, the organization. He just wanted to breathe.
He found himself in Yost on a Friday night all alone.
He sat in one of the seats, it felt weird he’d never sat here before.
He stared at the ice thinking of all the memories; his first goal, his team, his first hattrick.
“It’s weird to sit alone in the dark you know?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, turning to see you on the concourse.
“What are you doing here?”
“I had to grab my camera from the media room I’ve got an interview with Mackie tomorrow about signing that I need it for” you explained, sitting in the seat next to him and dropping your head onto his shoulder.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“The next time i wanna get in here, I’ll have to buy a ticket” he mumbled.
“I’ll get you in, media perks and all that” you joked and he chuckled only lightly
“I’m serious y/n, I feel like I wasn’t even in college two seconds now suddenly everyone’s trying to pull me out I just need five more minutes!” He snapped, frustratedly sitting forward.
Your hand rested on his back and you kissed him shoulder “You’ve got all the time in the world baby, I’m here when you’re ready”
He looked up at you, eyes red and strained “Can we have five more minutes?” He looked towards the ice and you nodded.
You both took off downstairs and got on skates before headed off doing calm laps of the ice, hand in hand.
“I wish we were kids in the dock again” Luke grumbles, turning to face you and skate backwards.
You smile “We gotta grow up sometime kid”
The lights turn on and catch both of your attention. Reggie, the cleaning guy stands ice side “you kids gotta go!”
“Five more minutes?” You ask, a soft smile on your face and he shrugs “Only five! And because you’re my favourite!”
please give us five more minutes?
You sobbed and sobbed into his hoodie, gripping onto him for dear life “Baby I’ve gotta go”
“No not yet” you cried.
“You said that last time, I promise you it’s going to be fine” he pulled you away from his body and looked you in the eyes “you’ll be in jersey with me in no time”
You pouted, sniffling “just give me five more minutes”
“My flights boarding” he states, checking his watch.
You lean forward, wrapping your arms around him and sniffling into his chest “I love you Lu, I’m so proud of you”
“I know love, my biggest fan always but I do really have to go” he urges, pulling you away from his body and holding your face.
You lean up and kiss him before mumbling “You’ve got to walk away now Luke because if you don’t I won’t let you go”
“Okay I’m going” with one last kiss
You step back under Mark’s arm watching Luke walk through the airport and begin crying again. Mark rubs up and down your arm “He’ll be great y/n”
“We just needed five more minutes”
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justcallmefox89 · 1 year ago
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Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Nineteen
An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.
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Liam finally faces the consequences of his actions.
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Drake and Liam jump, startled by the stranger’s sudden appearance.  They had been so engrossed in their conversation that hadn’t even heard the door to the apartment open.  Deep green eyes study the pair intently as the stranger makes his way towards Callum’s abandoned chair.  He sits back in the chair with fluid grace, neatly straightening his charcoal colored suit and crossing his legs, not a strand of silver hair out of place. 
“Now,” the stranger begins pleasantly as he adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket.  He gaze zeros in on the two younger men, intense and predatory.  “I would like to have a small chat with the two of you about my son.”
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I exit the Uber, expecting to see firetrucks, flashing lights, EMTs, and a parade of pissed off clubgoers.  Instead I see a long line of mildly impatient twenty-somethings waiting for the pair of bouncers at the doors to card them and adorn their hands with a UV stamp so they can enter.
He lied to me?
“Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”  A husky voice floats out from the shadows, quickly followed by a handsome man in a brown leather jacket.
“Wasn’t expecting to be here,” I respond, smiling briefly.  “But Pops text me; said there was an emergency situation here and an owner was needed on-site.”
Jax Matsuo’s brown eyes glitter as he smirks and makes a show of peeking around me to study the semi-orderly line that snakes around the building.  “Well, everything seems to be in order.  You wanna get out of here?”
Someone calls my name, saving me from giving my occasional friend with numerous benefits an awkward answer of why I can’t invite him over to my place and let him fuck me into my mattress like I usually do on Friday nights. 
“Callum!” Donny yells at me from his illegally parked car, motioning for me to come over.
“Another time maybe.”  Jax gives me a brief kiss, then meanders over to the club doors, joining the line of people waiting to be let in.
I jog over to the car, sliding into the passenger seat.  I barely have time to buckle my seatbelt before Donny rockets into the flow of traffic, heading in the direction of our apartment building.
“What’s going on?”
“You never should have left those two in your apartment,” he mutters, simultaneously jerking the wheel hard to the right and flipping off some poor soul in the bike lane.
Spidey senses activate.
“Donny… what’s going on?”
“You father decided to pay your little boyfriends a visit.”
“What the fu-”
“Ioan’s with him.”
Pure fear rockets through me.  “Drive faster!”
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Drake and Liam exchange a worried glance, each one slightly afraid to speak. 
A wheezy laugh catches everyone’s attention as an elderly man saunters out of the kitchen, leaning heavily on a cane, sugar cookie in his free hand.  “Good job, Niall.  Now do your Batman voice and really scare the shite out of these boys.”
“Christ almighty, Da.”  Callum’s father closes his eyes and exhales heavily, massaging his forehead with the tips of his fingers.  “I thought Donny was going to take you home.”
“I decided to come help you instead.”
“So help me and go home, you wrinkled menace to society.”
The old man rolls his eyes and slowly walks to the empty recliner.  “You’ve gotten so tetchy since your last birthday, Niall.  I swear, the closer you get to sixty the crankier you get.”
Liam giggles nervously, but quiets instantly when Niall shoots him a nasty look.  Callum’s grandfather settles into his chair, shifting this way and that until he’s fully comfortable. 
“Go on, son.  Introduce me and then say whatever it is you want to say,” he commands, waving his hand imperiously. 
Niall sighs heavily and tips his head back, closing his eyes and no doubt praying for the patience to keep from throttling his father.  He opens his eyes, emerald gaze falling directly on Liam.  “I’m Niall, Callum’s father.  And this living museum artefact is Callum’s grandfather, Ioan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Drake and Liam mumble in unison. 
“You know, my very first job was in Boston.  At a fish market.  I didn’t move to New York until a few years later,” Ioan suddenly muses, apropos of nothing.  “What is it that you two boys do again?”
“Oh um.”  Liam nervously clears his throat.  “I am the king of Cordonia, Mr. MacKenzie.  Sir.”
“That’s right,” Ioan murmurs, stroking his thumb over his lower lip the way Callum does when he’s thinking.  “You’re the one who made my grandson compete.”
Liam pales.  “It wasn’t…  I mean… I didn’t personally make him compete, no.”
Ioan gazes sharpens and he raises one silver eyebrow.  “Oh?”
“It’s Cordonian tradition,” Liam sputters.  “There are standards one must meet before they can become the spouse of a king and -”
“Are you saying my grandson isn’t up to your standards, young man?”
“My standards and Cordonia’s standards are two separate things, Mr. MacKenzie.  Callum is lovely, but my future spouse must be approved by both the Cordonian council and the public,” Liam rushes to explain, falling directly into Ioan’s trap.
“So you encouraged Callum to play a losing game?”
Liam makes a strangled noise and shoots Drake a look of pure terror, silently begging him to step in.  Drake shrugs, quietly gleeful at Ioan’s interrogation of Liam.
“Drake, isn’t it?  What do you do for work?”  Niall’s green eyes, just a few shades lighter than Callum’s, pierce Drake with their intensity.
“I- um,” Drake falters while Liam hides his snickering behind his hand.
“Yes?” Niall prompts.
“I… help Liam?”
Niall looks unimpressed.  “In what capacity exactly?”
“With- uh… whatever he needs?”  Drake shrugs helplessly.
“So you’re a professional friend then?  Are you paid for your time and services?”
Ioan chuckles.  “Maybe he gets paid the same way you pay Donny for his ‘services’.”
“Da!”  Niall’s voice pitches higher for a moment and a faint pink colors his cheeks, before he scowls and returns his attention to the two young men on the couch.  “Why are you here?”
“Here as in…?” Liam ventures carefully.
Niall’s right eye gives a barely perceptible twitch.  “As in my son’s apartment.  As in the building that I own.  As in this city.  As in this state.  As in this fucking country.  So I repeat myself, which I truly hate to do.  Why.  Are.  You.  Here.”
Liam frowns and straightens his spine, annoyed by the other man’s tone.  “New York is the final stop on my engagement tour.  An international engagement tour.  It’s not as if I picked this city solely because Callum lives here.”
“Any yet…” Ioan murmurs, pointedly gazing around the apartment.  “Here you are.  In Callum’s home.”
“When you’re engaged to someone else.”  Niall’s gaze flicks over Liam, studying him, and he frowns, as if finding the young king lacking.  He glance over at Drake.  “I still don’t quite understand your part in all of this though.”
Drake guiltily avoids Niall’s gaze, picking at a small hole in his jeans.  “Some of this is my fault,” he admits in a small voice.  “I encouraged Callum to meet up with Liam.  To talk.”
Any pretense of civility leaves Niall in that instant.  “I don’t know what either one of you could possibly have to say to my son that has any value at all, and to be frank, I don’t care.  Get out of this apartment.  Go back to Cordonia.  And never speak to Callum again.”
“With all due respect,” Liam begins.
Drake closes his eyes and braces himself for the inevitable fallout that always follows any statement that begins with ‘With all due respect’.”
“Just because you’re his father doesn’t give you any right to dictate who Callum does or does not speak to,” Liam continues indignantly.  “He’s a grown man.  He doesn’t need you to interfere in his personal affairs.”
“And yet you allow your father to interfere in yours,” Ioan murmurs, studying his fingernails.  “I’ve always found hypocrisy so interesting.”
Liam falls silent, red-faced and fuming.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Your Highness,” Niall snarls.  “Callum loves too deeply, cares too much when he shouldn’t care at all.  I’ve seen my son broken before, held him while he cried over some boy.  I watched him go to prison for five years when he was innocent, to protect someone who probably never really loved him.  I was just starting to get my Callum back, my son who used to laugh and joke and come over for Sunday dinners and to watch football.  And then you came along.”
Niall fairly spits the word ‘you’, so intense is his anger.
“A few weeks with you and he comes back to New York a broken shell.  I held my son as he cried over another boy who didn’t deserve him.  Do you have any idea how many nights he cried for you?  Of course you don’t.  You moved on with your life and got engaged as if he never mattered.  My son was barely a blip on your radar.  I had to pick up the pieces you left behind.  I had to coax him to eat when all he would do is lay on that fucking couch and stare at the wall.  I was the one who got him to shower, to get dressed, and go to the therapist I arranged for him to see.  I was the one who encouraged him to start working, to leave this apartment and start interacting with people again.”
Liam’s eyes never leave Niall; he stares at the older man as if he’d been struck, the full implication of how his actions had hurt Callum hitting him for the first time.
“And yet, he’s still in love with you.  He misses you every single day, and you being here is only dragging out his pain.  You’re going to leave him again, go back to your pretty little castle and get married, have children.  And he’s still going to be here.  Alone and mourning the future he should have had with you.  Just leave… quit tormenting him with hope, with thoughts of a future you never intend to give him.”
“I…  I never meant… I…”  Liam looks helplessly to Drake for assistance, to help him explain the rolling turmoil of emotions stealing his words and the air from his lungs.
“Stop. Talking.”  For the first time that night Ioan raises his voice.  “You’re going to leave and never speak to my grandson again.  As far as you’re concerned he no long exists.  You ever attempt to contact him, even once, and I will gut you like the spineless sack of shite you are.”
The old man’s eyes are flinty, the cold, pale blue of them startling in it’s intensity.  Drake has no doubt that he means every word he just said.
“Pops!  Grandda!” 
All four men turn their heads towards the sound of a door slamming and footsteps pounding against the hardwood floor.  Callum skids to a stop in the living room, studying the impromptu gathering warily.
“What’s going on?”
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the-flaming-nightmare · 9 months ago
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme! 🧡❤
Here's another snippet from my Daddy!Nolan and Little!Celina fic:
He hurried over to the young woman's side. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and took her face in his hands, unable to hide the wince that twisted his features when he was met with blazing hot skin.
"Celina. Celina, hey. Can you look at me, please?"
He turned her head towards him, finally catching her gaze. She just stared blankly at him for a moment, looking through him rather than at him. Slowly, however, recognition began to return to her eyes.
"Mm, wha'... d... daddy?" Confusion laced her small voice, glassy eyes blinking up at John in a way that simultaneously had his heart melting into a puddle and clenching painfully in his chest.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's me, honey." He gave her a warm, reassuring smile. "Have you been little all day, jellybean?"
Celina slowly shook her head. "N-no, not long. Promise."
"How long have you been feeling sick?"
"Um... since this mornin'."
"How come you didn't call and tell me you weren't feeling well, buttercup?"
"Jus' my ears 'gain. Thought it'd go 'way."
John held back a sigh. "Baby, you know you're supposed to tell me when your ears are acting up. You remember what happened the last time they made you sick."
About two months into their new dynamic, Celina woke up one morning crying of terrible ear pain and running a 102-degree fever. John was familiar with double ear infections (having dealt with a couple of cases with Henry when he was very young), so he made an emergency appointment with her GP that afternoon. The doctor said she was easily susceptible to ear infections, that practically anything could set them off. She needed antibiotics that time, and John didn't doubt she would need them again this time, too. Except the only issue this time around was that Celina wouldn't be able to see her doctor until tomorrow morning.
"I know, I 'member. M'sorry, daddy." The little girl's lip wobbled, eyes filling with tears and almost immediately overflowing down her cheeks. "You mad? Please don' be mad, daddy. M'so sorry!" She choked out around a sob.
John pulled her into his arms, gently shushing her and rubbing a hand up and down her damp back. "I'm not mad, sunshine, I promise. Daddy was just really worried about you."
"Did'n m-mean to," she muttered into his shoulder.
"I know you didn't, honey." John pushed her out of his embrace just far enough for him to meet her teary gaze. "But I need you to promise me that the next time you're not feeling well you'll call me right away. Whether it's your ears or something else entirely, night or day, I want you to call me. Can you promise me that, bumblebee?"
She nodded with a sniffle. "P-promise t'call you nex' time, daddy. M'really s-s-sorry."
"Thank you, baby." John pressed a kiss to her hot, sweaty forehead. "And no more apologies. What matters is that I'm here now and can take care of my sick little bumblebee."
Celina's tears slowed and a small, weak smile turned up her lips.
"Okay, so since we won't be able to go to the doctor's until the morning, daddy's going to give you some ibuprofen for now. That should help keep the pain and fever at bay until then."
Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @deevotee, @bat-to-da-robs, @tomwise, @sinninghowlter, @fogsrollingin, @dino-boyo-agere and anyone else who wants to join!
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skylar19737 · 2 years ago
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______________________ Just A Little Longer - RC Series Part 3
WC: 1.0K~ Warnings: Small bit of cursing __________________________________________________
Rehani's POV: After about 15 minutes or so the ear piercing sound of the first bell rang throughout the cafeteria, signaling everyone to head to their home room.
Sighing, I mumble out, "I don't wanna go yet... I just wanna.. um" I can't say that to him out loud, what the hell am I thinking? He's just going to think I'm clingy.
"You just wanna what?" He asks me sweetly. My goodness this man is going to be the death of me. Forget it.
"I just wanna stay here, with you Dove." I answer, trying to hold back a smile when he gives me a wide grin and places small butterfly pecks across my face.
"Aww. You're adorable, and of course we can. For like five more minutes that is." He smiles out.
"That's not long enough." I say, holding his mid section tighter to mine in the process.
"I know sweetheart. How about after your game we go get a ton of snacks and cuddle at my place, yeah?" He whispers into my ear, kissing the shell of it gently after.
"Okay. You have yourself a deal, gorgeous." I say in a soft tone. I put my head against his chest and take a deep breath in,
"Mmm, you smell good." I tell him in a hushed tone.
A deep laugh rumbles throughout his upper body and I smile at the sound. I love his laugh. It never fails to always make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Not only that, but it lets me know that I'm making him happy. That's all I want for him if I'm being honest. "I love you, Reh-" He's then cut off by a familiar victory noise by the one and only.
"Ha ha, in your face! Get some! Wooo!"
"Leigha, baby, please. Chill out."
"Pfft- as if, I refuse to until you admit that you lost to me. Plus, I won the bet so pay up!" She says to him.
The both of them sit down opposite of us and Cole begins to say, "What the hell did you guys even bet on? I already know that it wasn't Kai's idea." 
Kai shakes his head in response while mouthing the words 'help', and plants his face into his lover's neck.
Gently putting her hand in his hair and rubbing softy she says, "Well, the two of us played a game of Jenga... and we decided that the loser would have to do whatever the winner said. And since I won, we are coming to your game today Rei Rei."
I'm honestly not even surprised at this rate. It seems as though they have a different bet going on almost everyday. "Why am I not surprised." Me and Cole deadpan simultaneously. She shrugs her shoulders with a goofy smile and plants a soft kiss to Kai's forehead, causing him to grin and peck her lips in response. My face drops. There's that feeling again... thank god I have this mask on, otherwise I'm sure that Cole would've noticed.
Cole's POV:
"Why am I not surprised." Rehani and I deadpan.
Kai's my best friend and sometimes I feel bad for some of the things Leigha does to him, but I know that she's perfect for him. However, that's not the main concern that I have at the moment, there's something wrong here. Or more specifically, there's something wrong with Rehani. It's like ever since we walked through the doors she's been off. I don't think I did anything considering that she's been cuddled up to me for some time now, but her warmth against me isn't keeping my worrying tendencies away. We normally tell each other everything about anything , but I'm hoping that I didn't make her uncomfortable. Feeling her start to move away I tug her back tight against me, "Where do you think you're going, Princess?" I say in a low and stern voice. Typically, I'm not a super over protective or overly bearing person but sometimes I get nervous, scared even. Scared that maybe one day she'll want to leave me for someone else, scared of the possibility that Rehani never wanted me in the first place, and most importantly, I am utterly terrified that she doesn't love me or never has.
She is my everything, if I lost her I would be devastated, and quite honestly she's the only reason I have to continue living. Before her my life was total chaos. Being a popular kid isn't all that it's cut out to be. Having to put on a different face and personality just to hide what was going on on the inside was exhausting. I used to always try and pretend that I was okay, pretend that I was happy, or that I didn't need help... but eventually all of those bottled up emotions became too much for me to bare, and I started to have suicidal tendencies. At first it was just my depression and anxiety at work, but then I started hurting myself; cutting, burning, biting, hell I even tried drowning myself at one point, but no matter what I did nothing ever seemed to fill that insatiable pit of darkness in my stomach craving for the one thing I thought I couldn't have; love. That was the one and only thing that was missing from my life back then. But thinking back on it now, I guess I could blame all of that on my terrible excuse of a mother, that's a story for another day though. Refocusing on reality, I look at Rehani as she responds. "It's time to go to the locker rooms for gym or we're going to be late. Plus, we get to play volleyball today. As much as I love playing basketball it's nice to have a little break from it every now and then. Come on, let's go." Standing up further she grabs my hand and pulls me up next to her. I smile softly. "Yeah, okay."
Yeah sure, this world can be hell and cruel and do whatever the fuck it wants to, but she makes this life worth it, worth living. Which is just one of the reasons why I am indescribably, indubitably, and unimaginably, in love with her. I love you Rehani, more than anyone or anything. And I can swear that my feelings will stay the same, no matter what happens.
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grimsneverendingfuneral · 11 months ago
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Grim, hi! I’ve missed you! I’ve been busy with some sucky real life stuff, but I promise I have not forgotten about you!
I shattered my left wrist which is already annoying as is, but it happened HOURS after I got my cast off on my right arm which was broken. It’s just so annoying ugh. Like, I’m fine of course, just so annoying. Seriously it’s only the kind of luck I could have.
Anyways! You know what time it is, obviously. What was your favourite song this week? Do you wear glasses? And a Rosekiller relation question for ya, what are some of their quirks/bad habits? (e.g.: biting nails, picking at skin, etc. etc. you get the idea) 🎤
OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD MIC ANON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fuck i was so happy to get this message in my inbox but as i read it my face kinda fell. fuckin hell its been a rough couple of weeks for you. what the hell man. oooohhh i wish i could draw doodles on your cast and tuck you in and give your forehead a kiss. that is an substantial amount of bad luck, for sure, but the way you're going about it says a lot about who you are as a person, which is probably super brave and resilient. i remember when i broke my foot how absolutely simultaneously depressed and delirious i was cause its just so absurd in a way. you find ways to live your life differently, its a whole experience, yknow, living with a cast on or not being able to use one of your limbs. im glad youre okay though but be gentle with yourself cause it does affect our mental health more than we think. give yourself that time to just heal and try not to get too frustrated with yourself. you need time and rest
i hope you're well surrounded or at least i hope you have some support, and im here if you wanna chat. also, im genuinely so shocked and flattered and a little emotional that you would still send me an ask when you just shattered your wrist???? wow. fuck im giving you smooches on the arm. im making you soup im getting things from high places you cant reach im fussing over you like a motherly figure
also im kinda curious (you dont have to answer) but how did this happen?
ok questions. yes. my favourite song this week was this black metal song (im in my winterly black metal phase. happens every january or so) called I Am The Black Wizards by Emperor. its just.... crazy orchestral folkloric screeching overlapping rumbling drums and insane distorted guitars. i just listened to it on repeat while writing and it really inspired the madness in this chapter i just finished. also love listening to it in public with a straight face
i do not wear glasses, no! i have a pair of blue light glasses though that i wear when i write cause im on the computer a lot and i look super sexy in them. i was blessed with very good vision for some reason
and rosekiller quirks!! huh. theres probably a lot. for sure barty vocally stims a lot. i picture him as the guy at the back of the class who makes like annoying ass popping sounds with his mouth or will screech for no reason. he's gotta be humming or inventing new noises at all times. and the thing is about that is that his friends usually like catch onto those noises and will begin to make them as well and it becomes this thing like. his noises make sense and they feel good to make once you start mimicking them. i think he also has an excellent long term memory to the point its scary but his short term memory is fucking ass. like you HAVE to text him to remind him of things or he'll forget. he puts a mug somewhere? forgets it for weeks. has no object permanence so when hes been on his phone for too long he just hides it in a cupboard and completely forgets about it. he's also messy but not dirty. like theres socks everywhere but he scrubs his bathroom for three hours with Pinesol. i could go on and on and on
evan's bad habits are more mental than physical but for some reason i feel like his waking self is completely different from his sleeping self. waking self is very aware of his body language, his posture, the way his face moves, but sleeping him is kicking at your calves, thrashing around, sheets twisted around his legs, his hand finds itself directly in your face and he definitely sleeps in that position where youre on your belly and your leg is up yknow. i think evan is also prone to sighing a lot. he sighs so much and he doesnt notice and its like are you fucking okay?? can you stop sighing like youre a poor victorian woman withering away from broken heart? lastly i think evan does pick at his lip skin but only in private. he doesnt really do stuff in front of others like that. but he will pick it until it feels smooth and its bleeding in three places but at least it feels smooth (i do this)
thank you so much for keeping me updated on your life mic anon i feel very honoured. hope you have a good recovery
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moonyslove78 · 2 years ago
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Okay, so I think I'm still trying to process the fact that it's done! I'm still going to be sobbing over it ending until probably the end of time. 😭
But I'm going to just jump right in because I have 3 of these to write and the screenshots I have saved for this chapter alone is 50! 👀 I can't help it, Liz... you're writing is just too good not to point out every little detail that drew me to it. 😍 Anyway, here we go with Chapter 22!
🕷️🕸️SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF CHAPTER 22 UNDER THE CUT🕸️🕷️
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The amount of times I've dreamt of this kinda thing! Like the soft fluffy feel good moments that were few and far between for these two. And you delivered it effortlessly here! 🥰
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I am such a sucker for these two...and I'm quite positive you and everyone else who has taken any amount of time to read my reblogs on this series will agree. And I will die happy now. 😭😍 I am absolutely enthralled with his devotion to her and her to him now that everything is clear and out in the open. 😫 I could've just bawled my eyes out this whole chapter.
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FUCK!! Now that's what I'm talking about... That's how I imagined it going and I'm so glad it did. Round 5 or 6... of many! 😂 And her little cute snide remarks on being able to feel him watching her and how she's not sleepy after that many rounds and the struggles that they both endured prior to. I couldn't have pictured this being any better! 🥰
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I cackled at this! CAVEMAN WITH A BONER!! 😂😂😂 And that little snicker he let slip while he watched her try not to give away her sleepiness. Fuck, they're so cute!
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I felt like it would take forever for us to get to the point where she was audibly whining and begging for him but here we are finally! And it was fucking hot! And his reply had me in shambles. "You have me." 😫😍😭
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😭😭😭
Damn it... I'm just gonna keep my tissues by my side for the rest of this because I know this isn't gonna be the last of it. But having Peter pleading to "wait, wait, wait" with his forehead pressed against Her's. God, it's so pure and natural for them. And then there he goes memorizing her freckles again... 😫 The response he had to her "Do you need a moment?" Made me wanna jump on him and plant 10 million kisses on his face. And I felt so sad when he thought she wasn't going to respond... but when she did it was the best response I think I could've anticipated. And now I'm crying again! Can they just run away and get married now? Have a house full of little Parkers running around? And never have to worry about a single thing again? PLEEEEEASE? 🙏🏼
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That's all I have to say here... just... askjksjksjksjks
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THIS IS ALL I'VE EVER WANTED AND I'M SCREAMING!!! XD!!! I am simultaneously dying and fully alive! I can't take it! 😫👀 The way, both times that we've seen, he is always so cautious with her. Making sure he asks her if she's okay to go again. Like find me a better man! (Not taking anything away from those kind gentlemen out there in the world but right now I'm living for Peter Parker only)
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I'm officially dead. Someone come bury me on a pretty hillside overlooking the pond in @blooming-violets werewolf au! "Yeah, you are, princess... You're my good girl." ??? Like wtf Liz!? You're trying to murder me in the first half of this chapter! Now all I'm going to be able to think about is him saying this... over and over and over... 👀😍 On second thought, I don't mind at all... keep 'em comin'!
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Idk why I've taken so fondly to her calling him "baby", but I have... and every time she does I am reminded of the fact that I will never tire of it. 😍 I also almost had a coronary when she called him Pete. I've also dreamt of their little nicknames for each other just being their names shortened and until now, I didn't know what that would REALLY look like. And now that I do, I am obsessed! Now all I wanna hear is her calling him Pete and baby! (I also wouldn't complain if you threw a "Hey, Tiger" in there, in true MJ form, but I won't get picky! 😂) His confession of never ever wanting to lose her and Her's that he never will... ugh!! I just die a little more with every little loving sediment they let slip. And how you oh so poetically put those analogies of time in there with the actual dialogue... THIS is only one of the many reasons you deserve to have all the love and support as an author and artist that you can possibly receive! This is publish worthy work that you've allowed us to consume for FREE!!! And I am blown away by it every chapter! 💛
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THIS. WAS. PERFECTION! 😍😍
I am so happy he finally admitted it again... even if she couldn't hear him this time. And even though we already knew this man's heart was utterly gone for this girl. But to finally hear him say it again after what felt like so long... (I think the last time it was spoken was on their sushi date when he admitted being in love with her.😭🥰) is like hearing it for the first time and my heart skipped about a thousand beats! 😍
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This is such a bittersweet moment, (as well as the whole first part of the chapter) knowing what's coming in the end of it. 😭 But I'm going to "react" to it as if I haven't already gotten that far. Basically, how I reacted when I first read it... And that's "HOLY SHIT YES!!! He's taking her and the girls and gtfo of there!" How he tells her that all she needs to know is they'll be safe where they're going... 😭 And her reaction to getting Bella back! Okay, I'm sobbing... again! I've now sobbed more times in this chapter than Honey has orgasmed! 👀
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I laughed so hard at this! His run down of stipulations for her mother to go with them had me on the floor. And how he goes "...away from us and the girls." 😭😭 Why is he so fucking adorable?! Like their little family! Fuck, now I'm heartbroken again! This cute little moment they shared with the mention of "kinks" I wasn't sure whether to "awe!" at it or be a horny bitch and let that sultry gaze speak for itself! 🥵🥴 But then Cat had to go and interrupt it! 😫
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I fucking love this. All of it. That's all.
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I'm suddenly not feeling so good about this situation... 😫👀
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I, like I think Katie pointed out, believe that Peter knew full well he wasn't going with them on that 'trip' the whole time they were doing everything they had that night. I think he knew immediately after that gun went off that he was going to take the rap for the situation (cause that was obvious, we knew he wasn't going to let her go down for murder) and I think he knew right away that it wouldn't be long for them before they were ambushed by cops and taken in. He knew the whole time. I believe, but he wanted Honey to believe this was a spur of the moment, "just do as I say and follow my lead" kinda thing. So she didn't have time to think of any other option. He wanted her to face none of the consequences that came with a possible murder charge. I'm glad he has so much faith in his cleaning crew though. That made me feel slightly more at ease with what was happening. 😅
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👏🏼THAT'S👏🏼MY👏🏼FUCKING👏🏼GIRL!!!👏🏼
She's not afraid to take responsibility for putting that asshole in his grave! And she had every right to do so! It was self defense at it's finest! And justified after everything that cunt Walker put her/them through! I knew she would be the extra brave one here and try to remain calm while being the fierce woman she is and taking on this burden. Of course, we know Peter and he's not going to let that happen. But when he replied with "You're not going to jail, I am." I still held my breath for multiple counts before breathing again. 😭 This man is so incredibly perfect yet infuriating. I know at this point, Honey is starting to break down cause I was getting there myself!
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"You're my brave girl," 😭😭😭😭😭😭
(uhhhh... I have to split this up into 2 parts because tumblr only allows 30 images per post and I've already exceeded that, so BRB in part 2! 😂)
sugar and vice, pt. 22 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!oc]
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summary: no amount of money ever bought a second of time.
words: 6.9k
chapter warning: soft smut, characters pretending to be mean and therefore breaking your heart
series warnings: mob-typical bang bang violence, hurt/comfort. smut. Spicy situations. spousal / domestic abuse. family trauma. verbal abuse. PTSD, psychotic breaks/episodes, drug use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. possessive!peter, protective!peter. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships. having happiness ripped away from you.
This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.
Don't date a mob boss.™️
18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you weren't alive when Tobey Maguire was Spider-Man, maybe you should wait.
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Part 22
A wise woman once told Peter that time was the key to the universe. She was so incredibly right.
Even so, Peter had a complicated relationship with time. He was always on the wrong side.
He had too much, or too little. He’d lose it. It would get away from him. It’d be just out of his reach, mocking him from the ivory tower of a future he would never have. 
The phrase ‘what if’ ticked away in his mind, like seconds on a clock. Like the broken hands of a clock face not too far from Roosevelt Island.
If he’d gone to bed an hour later, maybe he would’ve been awake enough to be able to save Ben and May from the gunfire.
If he’d gone into that convenience store a minute earlier or later, he would’ve never had the opportunity to try to be a hero.
If he had more time with Gwen…
If he had given her more of his time…
Time was the key to everything.
For someone who could crawl up walls and bend steel in his bare hands, he was rather powerless. What’s super about any of those party tricks compared to the power to control time? His estrangement with time left him weak and weary—no more than a street magician with cards up his sleeve.
But the night his Honey gave herself to him—for the first time in a long time—Peter felt superhuman.
He took his time with her. Washing the grime from her hair. Relishing her touch as she reached up to wash his back, and again as she ran gentle fingertips over his mending ribs. Long after their skin pruned, he held her beneath the roar of the shower, right next to his heart. 
Peter would’ve let the oceans run dry if it gave them more time to just be.
When they emerged, the sun was setting.
He counted heartbeats and freckles and dimples and breaths as they searched one another for injury. Patiently, they tended to each other’s wounds, but he didn’t waste too much time with his temporary discomfort. 
He’d live. In fact, he’d had worse. His natural healing abilities would take over eventually.
Until then, he could take his mind off his pain. And he was determined to do the same for her.
Peter focused his energy on stretching out each moment into an eternity, although that was hardly enough time to worship her how he wanted. He knew her so well already—or at least he thought he did— up until he noticed how her lower lip would twitch and fall agape as she reached orgasm. 
This discovery intrigued him. More research was needed. 
There were things about her body that only experimentation and practice could teach him, and the thought of unlocking more of her mysteries drove him wild. 
He wanted to study her. To become an expert in what made her gasp and quiver. A master of her body and heart, even as he became a willing slave to both. 
He wanted all of her, just as he’d said. 
To know her, wholly. 
Pleasure and pain. Joy and sorrow.
With a tender touch, Peter studied the scars of her past, stamped on her flesh like letters inked by a typewriter. He read each line, over and over, now committing to memory what he’d managed to miss because before he’d been in a hurry. Such a fool.
He followed the path of every bead of her sweat that served to punctuate the ecstasy of the present. Her soft sighs soothed him—crisp-sounding, like turning of pages in a book.
He should’ve taken his time to read her before, to really see her.
He wouldn’t repeat the mistake.
And so, ever the good student, he took his time. 
He wanted to know her by heart. He’d turned his bed into a seminary, where soon he’d be able to recite her like passages from a Bible.
Devotion like that takes time.
‘All a man has is time,’ Uncle Ben would say, ‘and what he chooses to do with it.’
Peter wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.
A thin sheen of cooled sweat coated his nude form as he stood at the foot of his bed. In reverent silence, he regarded the delicate woman softly dozing in his sheets. His gaze was content as he took in the peacefulness on her face. Her lashes hung heavy on her round cheeks, and her chest rose and fell in a steady pattern. 
She was curled up, snuggled with her face in the pillow as she clutched the bedsheet around her like a teddy bear. The eerie glow of dusk illuminated the curves not concealed by the sheet. Hidden paths up her thighs lured his gaze, barely obscured by the Egyptian cotton threads of the bedding. Her tiny fingers cuddled the edges of the fabric. It had turned into a chaste vestal robe which concealed places his mouth had explored an hour ago.
Even in her sleep, she was saintly and seductive. It was endearing as much as it was enticing.
His soft gaze continued down the path of her body. The rest of him hardened. 
“I can feel you, you know,” she murmured against the pillow. “Creeping on me.”
The tips of his ears went red, eyes widening like a cartoon robber frozen in a giant spotlight clutching a money bag in his hand. She snorted with amusement as she peeked at him over the covers. 
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Peter chuckled in response, blushing.
“I’m not sleepy,” she lied. “Just resting my eyes.”
Both were exhausted. 
If they went at it again, it would count as Round 3 for him, and Round 5 for her. Maybe even 6. His regenerative abilities blessed him with seemingly endless stamina, but it was no match for the kind of day they’d had. 
The onslaught of damage, both physical and emotional, wore them down. Their activities wouldn’t have been possible if not for a mind-numbing wave of adrenaline-fueled lust that seized them. They were driven by the desperate need for compassion and comfort.
And yet, there he was: a caveman leering down at her with a boner. 
She twisted around, studying him with sparkling eyes. She reached out her hands in his direction, making grabby claws with her fingers. “M’not even tired. Lemme show you.” He snickered, watching her fight off a yawn that suggested the opposite.
Carefully, he crawled up from the foot of his bed to her side, pulling the sheets back to position himself behind her. He pulled her close until her back was up against his chest, skin-to-skin.
“Noooo,” she whined softly. “Gimme you.”
Peter couldn’t hold back his grin, although he shook his head. “You have me. What you need is some rest.”
“You’re the one who's ogling me in my sleep with a hard-on. Like a weirdo.”
His smile glowed in the darkness. “Can’t help it, Honey.” He leaned down over her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear. “Everything you do makes me hard.” He followed the statement with the evidence lined up against her lower back. His hands roved over her hips, greedily gripping the flesh at the top of her thighs. 
She hummed in satisfaction, making a noise that wasn’t helping either of them. He felt her body press even closer to his, rolling her hips. Peter couldn’t let out the erotic hiss gathering in his chest at the sensation of his shaft sliding between her cheeks.
He was losing control again. He propped himself up on one elbow with his hand keeping her hip still. “We... we should... sleep—you should sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep—”
“I don’t wanna.” Her head was turned upwards, glancing back at his winded expression. 
“But-but you... need to—”
She bent her neck and captured his lips with her own. She pulled away with a seductive pout. “I thought you knew what I needed.” 
Again, her mouth sweetly teased his, delicately coy, until she charged forward and conquered his kiss. For a few seconds (or... maybe a few minutes), he was the submissive one, as he succumbed to her desire. He remained helplessly complacent as her tongue toyed with his. It was only when he realized he’d lost track of the time that he pressed his fingertips to her chin and pulled away. 
It was one of the hardest challenges of his entire life.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he pleaded, voice deep in his chest. His forehead kissed hers as he held his eyes closed.
She blinked up at him curiously as he nuzzled her nose. “Do you need a moment?” she said shyly, biting her lower lip.
His lashes fluttered open as he stared down at the Milky Way in her eyes. 
Strangely, he thought of the great sea explorers of the past. He pictured himself in Magellan’s place, standing at the helm of a carrack in the eerie darkness of the Pacific. He was adrift in a vast ocean of uncharted waters with no land in sight, nothing but the stars overhead to guide him. He clung to them desperately, fearful of the darkness outside of their hold, but awestruck by their wonder. It was like gazing at the gate of heaven. Being alone in the Universe, locked in an intimate moment with God herself.
“What are you thinking about?” she murmured curiously. The question wasn’t worried or rushed.
Peter observed her intently, memorizing the pattern of her freckles. “I need so much more than a moment,” he breathlessly replied. His eyes shimmered in the dim light. “I need to stop time.”
She blinked several times, pondering his response with an uncertainty that might have gutted him if she had let it go on too long. 
Thankfully, she answered with another passionate kiss, tilting her chin behind her shoulder. The air was swept from their lungs when she pulled away from his lips. “What about a lifetime?” she whispered. “What could you do with that?”
Affection warmed his eyes while passion ignited his stare. He didn’t hesitate further. The width of his hand cupped her jaw firmly, and he crashed his lips into hers. He breathed her into his lungs as he leaned over her, his cock resting heavily in the space behind her back.
She let her fingers card through his thick, brunette waves, playing with the damp ends that had curled up after the shower. Synchronizing her movements, she dragged her backside across his shaft and her nails through his scalp. He purred, twitching against her spine. 
His hand travelled down again, memorizing the feeling of each pore from her jaw to chest...to her stomach... across her pubic bone... and finally slipping into her dripping folds. A satisfied hmmm rumbled from his chest as he licked a spot beneath her ear. The warmth of his tongue, matched with the roughness of his fingers, made her quiver in his grasp.
She pulled her hand away from his scalp, urgently searching for his waist to pull his lower back into hers. As the gentle tease of his fingers formed into a languid massage, she bucked her hips impatiently, using the arm under her pillow to balance herself.
“So needy,” he muttered, tone sizzling. 
She mewled, her hand frantically searching for a place to land. It fluttered at his wrist, his bicep, his nape, then over to her chest, her breasts, and back to his hand again.
“Told you I’d take care of ya,” he whispered, bringing his other hand on the underside of her hip bone, replacing the outside one. “Just relax.” His other hand gripped her uncertain fingers, guiding them down to her breasts. He slowly squeezed each one of her mounds with his hand over hers, allowing his fingers to spin a wheel at her tender bud.
Intently, he watched as her eyes disappeared, rolling into the back of her head.
“That’s it, baby, I gotcha.” His voice was dripping with dark chocolate. “Keep goin’ just like that.” 
It was an order, somehow delicate and firm.
It drifted into her ear like smoke from a wildfire and only added kerosine to the blaze in her belly. He reached down and lifted her outer thigh, forming a V with her legs. Opening up her core allowed his hand better access to her clit, while the other hand groped his cock and positioned it at her entrance.
“You need me to slow down?” he questioned, his mouth going dry from the panting. “Jus’say the word, and we can stop at any—”
“Don’t stop, Peter,” she cut him off impatiently, her voice lilting in desperation. There was no room for shame. “I need to feel you inside me.”
With a breathless gasp, he obliged her hunger and his own. He pushed the eager, leaking tip of his cock through her wet folds, perhaps a little more forcefully than he otherwise would have. He drank in her expression—the wince on her face, the flutter of her eyelashes, the pathetic whimper quickly melting into an erotic moan.
“S’okay, pretty girl,” he soothed. “M’gonna make it better.”
The grip of his fingers pushed dents into the meat of her thigh as he pried her open and rolled his hips into her heat.
“Doin’ so good for me,” he praised, his need overwhelming his senses. He pulled his hips back and drove them forward, slow enough for him to imbibe in her tremors. Her core fluttered over every inch. 
“Am I still a good girl?” she gasped with wide, wet eyes. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder and cradled against his bicep.
“Yeah, you are, princess,” he practically growled. She could feel the reverberation of his voice in her heart. “You’re my good girl.”
He sealed his lips around her open-mouthed moan, greedily licking it up for himself.
Each second stretched to a millennium. That’s what he would wish for if the Devil himself offered him a trade. However, it wouldn’t take long for the Dark One to realize that he had been cheated. Peter’s soul belonged to someone else already. 
Until mountains erode into sand. That’s how long he wanted each kiss to last. 
“God, you feel so good, baby...”
When sequoias that pierce the sky tumble and decay into the soil, from which a new giant is born and completes its life cycle. That’s how long he wanted each of her sighs to last.
“M’gonna be good t’you, always...”
Until every tectonic plate wades to a new home atop a pool of lava, and the face of the Earth is unrecognizable.
“You’re so good to me, Pete... s-so good—”
Until all the glaciers have melted. At the end of the next Ice Age. 
—“...radio waves from Galaxy 0402+379, whose coordinates appear in the constellation Perseus,  featuring binary supermassive black holes with the least separation of any directly observed binaries, at a distance of approximately 23.88 Light-Years. Now, who can tell me what happens when these two objects reach singularity? Anyone? — Yes, Mr. Parker...”—
“Don’ever wanna lose you, Honey... Never, never...”
Until the end of the Milky Way’s last dance, as the curtain falls while it takes its sister Andromeda by the hand.
“Shhh, you won��t, baby. You won’t lose me. Just—ahh—stay with me...”
Each moment stretched out into eternity. Slow like molasses. Dripping like honey.
She was right. Time was the key to the whole universe.
And as Peter pushed her toward another summit, clutching her close as they tumbled over the peak together, they shared a sweat-coated sigh of relief. Both of them were finally sated, at least for now. At this moment, they were content drifting off to sleep in the cradle of each other’s embrace. 
He kept her body wrapped around his, her face buried into the crook of his neck. His hand weighed heavily across her back. Eyes closed, he listened intently to her familiar purr.
He knew it well. It was the one that would confirm she was asleep—the signal he would wait for to open his eyes and observe her beauty freely, without hinderance or shame.
“I love you,” he said. 
Always.
A vow. 
A hope.
A plea.
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She woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the window panels. 
Grey light pushed on her eyelids, prying them apart, while cool air scratched at her back. She responded by folding herself tighter and burrowing her nose into a warm chest. She was still dreaming, she thought. The scent of cedar and cinnamon filled her airways as calloused hands tickled her back.
She was dreaming. And it was a beautiful dream. She refused to acknowledge the light, fighting off the waking world.
When she felt a gentle brush of fingers clearing a lock of her hair from her face, she found the courage to open her eyelids. Gazing fondly at her were a pair of doe eyes. The light of day reflected off their hue, but the facets were illuminated from within. 
Like candlelight. Like fire. Roasted chestnuts, caramel, chocolate, hazelnut, whiskey, brown sugar, and molasses. Warm amber, deep garnet, charred topaz, smokey quartz, bronze, brass, and gold. Earth and fire and water and the air that escaped her lungs.
And honey. Delectable, delicious honey. 
She found it all in his eyes.
“Morning,” he murmured, his throat thick from hibernation. A beaming smile burst through his lips, burning through clouds outside.
Her heart stuttered as she basked in its glow. “Morning.”
He glowed. Her friend. Her protector. Her lover.
They lay in silence, regarding one another with warm gazes and warmer hearts.
“How long’ve you been awake?” she said with a tired smile, leaning back into her pillow to get a better look at his face.
“Not sure,” he whispered, threading his fingers through her hand and placing it near his heart. The short distance between them at the present was as far away from her as he could stand. “I was jus' thinkin' about how long I've been asleep. Too long.”
She blinked at the awe in his expression, blushing as she realized he wasn’t referring to last night’s rest. Her eyes sparkled back at him, feeling a slight ache at the corners. They held several seconds of blessed silence, taking in each other in peace, until Peter rubbed the haze from his eyes.
“We outta get up,” he sighed. “Need to pack.”
“Pack?” she repeated. Her smile dimmed a bit, as the dark memories of the past couple of days crept back into her consciousness. “Where are we going?”
“You let me worry about that,” he said, though not unkind. He kissed the back of her hand tenderly. “All you need to know is that we’ll be safe. And Bella and your sisters will be waiting for us.”
Her eyes fluttered wide. “Really?”
He smiled. “Really.” Gazing at her fondly, Peter watched the relief wash over her until it brimmed at her lashes. “I’m jus’ goin’ over the details in my head,” he added thoughtfully. “Does your ma ever play the lottery?”
She smirked. “No.”
“Well,” he pondered, “she’ll be so surprised when she finds out she’s won a million dollars and another vacation getaway.”
A snort broke through her foolish grin. “Practically astonished. Won’t even bother to question it.” 
“She can come along as long as she doesn’t ask any questions,” Peter said delicately before giving it some thought. He added on a condition. “And she keeps her mouth shut.” More thinking. “And stays alone, in her own place, away from us and the girls.” His brow furrowed as he continued to ponder. “Maybe even on a different continent. I’m still fine-tuning the kinks in my plan.”
“Hmmmmm,” she grinned, leaning into another soft kiss. “Kinks.” 
Playfully, she brushed her tongue against his, stirring a deep groan from his chest. When he pulled back, he fixed her with a sultry gaze. “Careful...” he warned. “You might start somethin’ you’ll have to finish. Again. And again. And again—”
She giggled and leaned in for another kiss until they were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The couple jumped, with Honey clutching the sheet to her chest.
“Pete!” they heard Felicia’s voice through the wall. “Open up! Or... close—whatever it is you’re in the middle of.”
Honey snapped her eyes to Peter, embarrassment flooding her expression. He grinned wide, amused by her flustered state. 
“Just a minute,” he called back as Honey pulled the sheets off the bed and dragged them with her. Alarmed, she scurried across the room with a shocked look. “C’mon,” he muttered at her with a jeering chuckle. “You didn’t think we were that quiet last night, did you?”
Scowling, she flipped him off and disappeared into his closet. Coming to a stand, he paused with one foot over the edge of the bed, his smile fading.
There were two heartbeats at his bedroom door.
“Hurry up, Peter,” Felicia repeated, a lack of levity in her tone. “We’ve got company.” 
In a blink, he had on a pair of sweatpants and was reaching for his phone. He pulled up a camera feed outside of his bedroom. 
Felicia stood with her arms crossed impatiently, tapping her fingers along her biceps. A familiar face waited beside her, wearing crimson-tinted sunglasses and clutching a white cane. 
Something sharp pulled at his chest, the brightness of his smile dimming. He glanced back at the closet doorway. 
“C’mon, Pete. We don’t have time!”
Peter frowned.
Of course they didn't. It was always out of his reach.
He wiped the self-pity off his face as he pulled open the door. He hadn't bothered with a shirt, facing them with a bare chest still striped with bruises. 
“Matt,” he stated, reading the grim look on the other man’s face. Peter didn’t need many words to confirm what he could already hear in his friends’ heartbeats.
“Sorry to wake you,” Matt stated tensely, “but we’ve got a problem.”
It took a minute for Honey to be brave enough to poke her head out of the closet. She was fully clothed, wearing a silk robe tied snugly around her waist, but her flushed cheeks telegraphed her embarrassment.
She expected smug and teasing expressions, if not from Matt, then definitely from Felicia. What she saw was the opposite.
“How much time?” Peter asked, brows furrowed and arms crossed tightly.
“Maybe a minute,” Matt answered. "Maybe less."
“Building’s surrounded,” Felicia added anxiously. “Cleaning crew just left. We haven’t had time to check the work.”
“They’re good at what they do,” Peter assured her. “It’ll be fine. We just need to put on our game faces, stay calm, and we’ll get through this—”
“They’re bringing an army down here, Pete,” Matt implored. “You need to be sure.”
“If I weren’t, I wouldn't be standing here,” he replied.
“You oughta be running,” Felicia said sharply, "preferably to LaGuardia."
“Leaving is a bad look,” Matt argued. “I cannot stress that enough.”
Felicia glared at him. “But you would recommend a trip to Ryker’s? I thought you were supposed to be a good lawyer?”
“Cat. We need to deflect attention right now. Stay calm.”
“Where are we going?” Honey questioned, her voice cutting through the tension like a hot blade into butter. 
The conversation came to a screeching halt.
Eyes snapped in her direction, but she noted how Felicia immediately looked away. Even Matt turned his head; his nose pointed at the floor.
Peter was the only one who looked her in the eye. And when he did, it made her stomach twist. Despair filled his gaze.
He didn't need to say a word. She already felt faint. “Pe-Peter...?”
He dashed across the room, taking her face in his hands. As quick as the motion was, everything felt like it was moving too fast—need more time—and Honey couldn’t keep up. Like concrete weighed down her feet—what happened, what just happened, what’s happening—and the lights of an oncoming train blinded her. 
“Pe-Pe—But—-wh-wha—? What is he talking about whatdoesthatmean who’scominghere wha-what-whatdoesshemean—”
“Easy, easy,” he cooed. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, yeah? I’ve got it under control.”
Her voice shattered beneath a whisper, “Don’t lie to me, Peter!” 
He fell silent. Sorrow twisted his closed lips. Then, hesitantly, he explained, “The cops are here. They know about Walker.”
Honey gasped. And then she felt herself go numb.
“They were expecting him to check in this morning. And when he didn’t, somebody knew to come here.”
Tears flooded her vision with wretched memories riding them like a tidal wave. A python tangled itself around her lungs, constricting her breath. 
“Now, they’re gonna come in and make a big show,” Peter continued to explain, “but it’s very important that you stay calm, Honey. Don’t say a word. Don’t answer any questions. Just follow my lead.”
She was crying. Her mind was traveling through wormholes in time. She was hurdling untethered into a cosmos of what-ifs and should-have-dones. Doubt and terror filled her expression as her heart broke into pieces.
“Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen to you, sweetheart. On my life, I swear it,” Peter softly declared. “You’re gonna be okay.” 
Honey blinked wet lashes up at him, still existing outside reality. “I... I’m... I’m not afraid.”
Peter went still, lips parting.
She stared at him with resolve, her voice turning to steel. “I don’t regret what I did. Even if I have to go to jail—”
“You’re not going to jail,” he promised, shutting down the idea.
“I’m not sorry that I killed him. I’d do it all over again, if I had to. He was a monster... and-and he needed to die. I’ll tell them—”
“Honey, you’re not going to jail,” Peter firmly repeated. “I am.”
She froze, her stomach and heart plunging. Her wet eyes went wide. “What?” Terror gripped her. “What!? What do you mean—”
Peter noted how she physically pulled back, like a cobra ready to fight to the death.
“Listen to me, listen, listen," he pleaded. "We don’t have a lot of time, so I need you to listen to me carefully, yeah?” Peter murmured, the sight of her tears twisting a knife in his chest. “It’s gonna be fine. They’ll take me in, but we can fight it. Nobody has to know what really happened, alright? All you gotta do is follow my lead—”
Now her mind was traveling elsewhere, plummeting down into hell.
She pictured Peter in handcuffs. In an orange jumpsuit. At his trial. For murder. Of a goddamn shitbag. A federal agent. Sentenced. To death.
She rapidly blinked as if doing so could clear the horrifying image from her vision. Instead, she kept shaking her head as the nightmare unfolded.
Her tongue wouldn't work right. “But-But—”
“You’re my brave girl,” he said with soft desperation. “Jus’ need ya to stay brave a little longer, alright?”
“You... you didn’t do—no, no, you can’t—”
“I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he pleaded. “You, Bella, your sisters—you’re all gonna be okay. Just like I promised, alright? You just gotta go along with what I say. Whatever you hear, you gotta stay quiet, okay?”
“But...”
“No buts, you gotta trust me—”
“But... M’not—”
“I’m serious, Honey. I’m not playin’ around. Don’t fight with me on this—”
“I’m not letting them take you away from me!” she snapped, her voice breaking.
He went quiet as her fingers gripped him by the arms, nails digging into his flesh. She shook her head vehemently. In fact, her whole body was trembling like the facade of an avalanche. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared desperately up at Peter.
“You belong to me, too!" she said through sobs. "Okay? You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. I’m not running away. There is nothing on this Earth that I love more, and I’m not leaving you!” 
Time stopped. 
Peter blinked at her, unsure if he actually heard what she just said. 
When he listened to her heart, it beat steadily. Drumming its truth. Each beat the tolling of a bell, ringing clear.
One moment stretched out into eternity.
Peter's eyes shimmered as he gazed down at her. His heart swelled beyond his chest, outside of the room, dwarfing the skyscrapers, eclipsing the sky.
Craning his neck, he touched his forehead to hers. He swore he could feel her devotion through her skin. He was empowered by it. Weakened by it.
Swallowing hard, he breathed her into his lungs.
Suddenly, they were alone in the room. In the city. On the planet. A shudder racked through her, a silent sob escaping her lips. “I... love you, Peter. I love you so much—”
“I know you do,” he nodded with a reassuring tone. Tears budded at his eyelids. “I know.” He hooked his fingers beneath her jaw and pointed her gaze up at his. 
There she is, he thought. His light in the darkness. His hope. His Honey.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered. 
She felt her pulse in her own throat as she gazed up at him with red eyes. He waited for a response. She sniffed and nodded, swallowing her panic back down. 
He smiled warmly. “Then I need you to remember that I love you,” he said. “And don’t ever forget it. No matter what you hear, okay? I love you forever. No matter what.”
Heavy footsteps echoed from down the hall. Her stomach twisted helplessly at the sound. Peter pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. When they parted, he turned away from her. She watched his retreating form until she felt Felicia's fingers take her by the shoulders. Gently, the woman led her back away from bedroom entrance.
Honey watched him longingly as her arms ached to hold him. He kept his back to her, eyes fixed on the ground. 
“Police!” a shout boomed from the hallway. “Coming in!” Honey felt a scream bubbling in her throat, desperate to break free.
The door opened with a bang. 
Peter kept himself steady, casting his eyes downward as a herd of boots stampeded around him. In a blink, at least a dozen of NYPD’s finest filled the space, with pistols and rifles pointed at Peter. They barked orders, shouting over one another. 
He was motionless.
Honey’s eyes darted around to see the ridiculous show of force, more befitting of Michael Myers or Hannibal Lector.
Half of them wore traditional police uniforms and bulletproof vests, while the other half wore full body-armor and carried SWAT-style equipment. Her eyes narrowed in on the SHIELD patch on the arms of one of the officers, her stomach twisting into knots.
“Hands up!”
“Put your hands above your head!”
“This is absurd—you’re in my client’s private residence!”
“Hands where I can see them!” 
When Peter looked up at them, he was a different man. He looked surprised. His eyes glittered with amusement, and his mouth was crooked with a brash grin. Relaxed, he leaned back on his hands as casually as any visit, observing the intruders with a pompous smirk
“Mornin’, boys,” he said boldly. “Please tell me one of you brought donuts.”
“On your feet!” one of the SHIELD agents hissed. The man sporting dark stubble over his jawline and a military crew cut stepped forward and gripped Peter by the shoulder. With a yank, he hauled the half-naked man to his feet—or rather, Peter allowed himself to be manhandled into a standing position. 
“Hey, watch it!” Matt snapped. “You lay a finger on my client, and I’ll have your badge faster than you can say your overly complicated acronym.”
“Tell ya what, Murdock,” the dark-haired SHIELD agent glowered at him with a cruel smile. “If you see something, say something.”
“You hear that, Matty?” Peter snorted. “Small Dick Energy over here’s brought his big guns and blind jokes today... What’s ya name anyway, pal?” 
“Rumlow,” the SHIELD agent spat. “What’s it to you?”
“No big deal,” Peter shrugged. “I’m gonna wanna know which funeral home to send the flowers to, is’all.” 
Rumlow’s face turned red with rage, giving him a look that shot terror down Honey’s spine. Peter smirked haughtily as a different police officer turned him around and wrenched his wrists behind his back. 
“Ooh!” Peter hissed playfully, with a lascivious wiggle of his brows. “Easy, tiger. Gimme some time to recharge 'ere. I had a rough tumble last night—”
“It’s about to get rougher,” a husky voice called from the entrance. 
Honey turned to see George Stacy’s ominous form blocking the doorway. His eyes were even baggier than the last time she saw him. His stringy, graying red hair looked unwashed, and he wore a wrinkled white dress shirt under his Kevlar vest. Marching into the room, the man glared at Peter with narrow eyes that could melt steel.
“Georgie!” Peter called out with glee. “I thought I smelled bacon. Good to see ya, buddy!”
“Captain Stacy to you, asshole,” Rumlow bitterly remarked. 
“Oh, no, Georgie and I go waayy back—wait a sec....did you say ‘Captain?’” Peter questioned before turning to George in shock. “Really? Still? Ya mean they haven’t given you a promotion yet? That’s some bullshit right there—”
“Peter Parker,” George declared sharply, popping each ‘P,’ leering at him like a shark hunting a sea lion. “It’s with the utmost pleasure that I inform you that you’re under arrest.”
“I’m happy for you, Georgie,” Peter smirked. “Really am. You look like you could use some pleasure.”
“Captain Stacy,” Matt snarled, inserting himself between the two men, “I had a conversation with the Commissioner this morning. We agreed that Mr. Reilly was coming in of his own accord—”
“‘Ben Reilly’ can come on down whenever he wants,” George sneered disdainfully, pointing at Peter. “I’m here for him.” He flicked his eyes back to Matt, “If you wanna take something up with the Commissioner, go ahead. He’s downstairs.”
“That’s perfect—maybe we can all do a round of 20 Questions!” Peter grinned wide. “Anybody up for a game? Here. I’ll start:” He glanced over at George, lifting his chin proudly. “Never Have I Ever... been suspended from active duty for showin’ up to work three-sheets-to-the-wind and smellin’ like I bathed in a vat of Irish Whiskey.”
George chuckled mirthlessly, loathing in his eyes. “That’s funny. Always so clever.” His smile faded. “Make jokes all you want, Parker. They’re still gonna take it outta your ass at Ryker’s. If you even make it that far.”
The humor dimmed in Peter’s eyes, but his grin was infallible. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
“I know exactly how to tempt you,” George said through gritted teeth. He glanced across the room to the small woman hugging herself in a silk robe. “You.”
Honey’s glossy eyes went wide, stunned motionless as all eyes turned to her. “Me?” Her voice trembled pathetically, tongue fumbling. She was incapacitated by her fear as much as she was by her growing anger.
“You," Stacy grinned with a set of shark teeth. "You’re comin’ too. Cuff her.”
She flinched as a blue-shirted officer stepped towards her. 
“Wait. Who?” the cuffed man piped up.
They halted at the sound of Peter’s confusion. With a crooked brow, Peter leaned forward, bending at the waist. When Honey made eye contact with him, she was shocked to see him practically looking through her. His face went blank, eyes widening slightly.
“Oh,” he said, as if he’d found a stray cat on his front stoop, or a slightly-interesting ad in his mailbox. “Hi, there.” Awkwardly, he smiled at her, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Uh...” He blew out an exaggerated exhale, utter shock on his face. “You!”
A crease formed between her eyes as she stared back. The crowd of officers glanced between them with growing confusion. 
Peter eyed her with a blush, embarrassed. Sheepishly, he blurted out, “Eh. I gotta level with you. I didn’t know you were still here.” 
A hitch formed in her throat as she blinked at him, her face looking as if he’d slapped her. By contrast, besides the slight discomfort of being caught off guard, he appeared apathetic. Like she was a total stranger.
“Um, look,” he said, scrunching his face like he was about to rip off a bandaid. “I... uh, usually this isn’t my style, but... M’kinda in the middle’a somethin’. So... if you could grab a cab home, that’d be great.” 
Her stomach twisted.
Peter fixed her with an apologetic grin that was half-cringe, as if he was still attempting some level of charm without any kind of real remorse. 
“Just hit me up on Venmo,” he added, as if their relationship was some transaction. Like selling an old couch on Craigslist. He suddenly looked alarmed, glancing at the officers around him, then added, “For the cab fare! Not the... y’know, anything we did last night.”
Mortification hit her like a truck. He simply wrinkled his nose and shrugged, then glanced away. He didn’t look back.
Honey wanted to vomit. She lacked the air in her lungs to respond in words. Instead, she responded with a brokenhearted, glazed-over expression of shock and horror.
“Bullshit,” Captain Stacy said, eyes narrowed between Peter and his mistress. “Don’t play games with me, Parker. I know who she is.”
Peter blinked at his estranged father-in-law, completely daft. “Really?” He glanced back in her direction, avoiding her eyes, then to George again. “Wait. She’s not your daughter, is she?!”
“No!” the man replied, his face turning red.
Peter sighed. “Thank God. That woulda been so weird.”  
“Don’t bullshit me, Parker!” the police captain growled. “This woman is just as culpable as you are!”
“Really, Captain Stacy,” Matt added, skeptically. Doubt was slowly overtaking the room. “You can’t honestly believe that this, uh... um—” The lawyer cleared his throat, “—Mr. Reilly’s guest—is somehow useful to your case?” He scoffed with a laugh. “Or that she’s of any kind of consequence to my client at all?”
George pointed at the woman, who looked humiliated and near tears. “This woman is a witness, at the very least!” he barked. “She’s his girlfriend! His ‘Honey.’”
The way Peter raised one of his brows was almost comical, if it wasn’t so cruel. Incredulously, he glanced over at the devastated woman and snorted.
He looked back at George incredulously. “Seriously?” he scoffed. “Do you have any idea how many ‘Honeys’ I go through each month?”
The wince that followed could be felt throughout the whole room. Even strangers averted their eyes. 
The mob boss laughed cruelly. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great lay with a cute face. But that’s it.” 
A vein popped out of George’s forehead. The surrounding officers avoided eye contact, the situation becoming uncomfortable for everyone in the room. “This woman is practically an accomplice!” he bellowed, raising his voice loud enough to echo into the hall.
Peter gazed at him like he had two heads. “Accomplice?” He raised a brow. “You’re losin’ it, pops. I don’t even know her name.”
The pain was so sharp, she flinched. Like a stab to the back, or punch to the gut. A slap in the face. Her stomach lurched. Eyes blurred. She wanted to scream and vomit and die.
And still, she wanted Peter to look at her. To give her some kind of indication that this was all just a ruse.
Instead, he kept George fixed in his gaze, watching the sweat bead on the police captain's forehead as his outrage flared.
“‘Sides,” Peter taunted, licking his lips like a dog. “You know my type.”
The man’s eyes shot back to Peter, flashing red.
“That reminds me,” the mob boss grinned, a lewd twinkle in his eye. “How’s Helen?”
At the mention of his wife, George’s face dropped. His eyes went wide, the color vanishing instantly. The grown man lunged across the room with a growl. His hands were wrapped around Peter’s neck in the blink of an eye, practically tackling the cuffed criminal to the ground.
A ruckus of shouting, grabbing, and grunting broke out as George’s colleagues physically restrained him from continuing to choke Peter. 
The melee suddenly came to a halt when an authoritative male voice shouted out from the doorway, “What the hell’s going on here?”
The humorless tone snapped the whole group into order. The doorway was shadowed by the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man with dusty blonde hair wearing a tailored suit. He was older, possibly in his 70s, and judging by the way the officers tensed up as he strode into the room, he outranked them. 
“Anybody want to tell me what the problem is?” the man ordered, keeping his tone soft.
“Well, I’m missing a shirt, for one,” Peter complained. “And if you plan on takin’ my picture, I gotta tell ya, I don’t go topless. Least not for free.”
Matt spun towards the authoritative presence, infuriated. “Commissioner Pierce,” he greeted him firmly, with a faint tone of relief. “Your officer just attacked my client while he was restrained in handcuffs. Respectfully, I request that he be removed immediately from the premises.”
The Commissioner’s eyes roved from Murdock to George Stacy, who was still panting wildly, hair disheveled, and shirt askew.
“Captain Stacy, you’re dismissed,” the man declared. Just like that, it was over. Not even the SHIELD agents attempted to argue. George opened his mouth to protest, but Pierce silenced his rebuttal. “That is all,” he said calmly.
George snapped his mouth closed, stunned at the turn of events. He gulped down rage, and jerked himself free of his fellow officers’ grip. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. 
Now Pierce was in charge.
He gazed over at Peter, staring at the lanky man past the end of his nose. Pierce looked as if he was sizing him up. His eyes were cold and impersonal, like judging a cut of meat. Defiantly, Peter glared right back.
Matt stepped in, more sensitive to the man’s authority than Peter. “Commissioner Pierce, I appreciate you sharing my concern for a conflict-free investigation—”
“No need for posturing, Mr. Murdock,” he answered. There was a sophisticated nature to Alexander Pierce that the others were incapable of. “We can make this quick and easy. Your client’s coming with us. Gentleman, please, kindly escort Mr. Reilly from the room.”
“So... no shirt then?” Peter remarked, before being 'pulled' along by the beat cops at his sides. The other officers moved with him, filing out behind him. “Forget my lawyer!” the mob boss called back from the hallway. “You’re gonna hear from my agent!”
Pierce scanned the room like a shark through water, landing on the small, mortified woman in the back. Honey looked up to see Pierce’s eyes narrowed in on her. Matt remained close, and deep down, she knew it wasn't for her support. The tall man approached her, studying her intently. 
“So that just leaves you, then,” Pierce said. “Mr. Murdock, do you represent this young lady, too?”
Eyes glistening, she swallowed hard, focused on keeping the bile from crawling up her throat. 
“No, sir,” Matt stated, mouth twisted with a smirk. “In fact, I don't have a clue who she is. I’m pretty sure you could question every person in this house—you’d get the same answer.”
With a firm jaw, Pierce said to her, “Who are you?”
Fawn-like, she stared up at him, blinking wet lashes. “I... I’m....” Her mouth fumbled before forming the correct words. 
“I just make coffee.”
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bemylord · 4 years ago
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being their girlfriend/dating them
or they're as your boyfriend
character: sukuna, itadori, nanami, satoru, megumi.
warnings: fluff to smut hdc, curse words, kinda rough and soft boys + sukuna.
note: or they're as your boyfriend/dating them
ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ
i don't think he'd call it relationship or love. just the bond that binding you're together. he also doesn't talkative a lot, he prefers to show you his feelings in actions.
as long as itadori is searching fingers, you'll exist in his domain, being the slave and queen in one time. he'd praising and teach you new techniques, but also may use your body as he wants it.
praising to the degradation - generally, nothing new. if you had been bad either you did something on purpose, there will be no mercy for your body and throat - the king knows the way to punish you.
the cute thing is when you are exhausted from the little practice sukuna does in his small domain: breath had been taken away and your body is sweating. all you want is a little break to catch your breath. despite his selfish and demolished nature, he gives you some time in his lap to debilitate your sluggish body. your arms are wrapping around sukuna's neck by accident - it may seem he doesn't give a damn about it, but he pulls you by the waist, put your head on his athletic chest, and have you in arms 'till you'll wake up.
'you are too weak, brat, more energy, put more fury on me, or did you forgotten that i'm the fucking king of this world?' he laughed, knocking off your attacks. he's got a god complex and perfection. 'i'm getting stronger each second, sukuna, don't make yourself as a god'
you are the one he lets talk like that. being tremendously gentle with you is hard for him - he still being rough and could inflict damage, although, after pain, the king will take affection aftercare. but don't think he would murmur some sweat stuff in your ears, just spooning you is enough.
ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ
master of the aftercare. sensei of the smooch and teacher of how to cuddle a person. he's good at those things. you never complain of how warm and strong satoru's arms wrapping your waist and his lips are kissing the back of your neck. after rough sex gojo would make an apology with soft kisses all over your figure.
cute fights in the kitchen while cooking. satoru is very needy and sometimes, he could be clingy for your attention, trying to get it whenever he wants to feel your body. even fight doesn't stop him - gojo would fight back and hitting on you.
show everyone that you're taken by him by marks he left on your soft skin last night. satoru would give you an order to dressing a shirt which will show his label on your body - wanna get a punishment? disobey the order; sure, later, you will regret it. however, it will be somewhere in the future, so you do mind disobey him?
whisper on his ear how long you've been craving for his fat dick in your dripping pussy and satoru would stop everything he did later, just to bury his cock deep into you, feeling the outlining of his member in your stomach. it's driving him insane when his fat dick rearranging your insides. no words could describe emotions in his soul when you're scratching his back whilst satoru is doing the pulsative movements inside you. 'does it feel good, kitten, doesn't it? feeling my cock in your little tummy, my god.. put your hand on the lower abs to perceive it' 'satoru~, i-i won't take any longer, give me that~' how could he disobey the order of his little angel?
gojo would degrade you only you've got the bad attitude. at other times - you may hear as he repeats the words 'you're so fucking amazing, kitten' he's hazing at the throbbing feeling in his cock you've been giving him.
ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ
he's so much loves to play games and dancing with you when he has the time to do that - you'll play all games he bought for those evenings when both of you are playing fools and being kids. he may act like a kid around you, but trust me, he isn't good while railing you.
there's no door named exit while he's eating your out. yuji will apologize for not being close when you want to cuddle him or smack your lips against his. his apologies are mostly his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, stretching your walls, preparing you for the night. he makes sure you're enough dripping for his throbbing cock. it gives me a vibe that he'll overstimulated your little clit only with his tongue.
having you in missionary position, leaving the half-moon on your hips, unquenchably fucking your overdose cunt filled up with your juices. but you know itadori adores when you're squirting on his dick, shuddering while giving the huge release. 'that's right, beautiful, give your daddy all juices you've got' his words make you squirt one more time when he's finishing on your chest. quick series of spanking on your cunt and you're melting definitively by him.
but most of the time, you're both doing silly stuff that bothering megumi a lot. actually, you've got a game 'who's bothered megumi first'. it's fun to watch how he's activating shikigami dogs. you're idiots, although happy idiots.
ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ
daddy issues. daddy vibes and daddy chill. you've got no choice but to obey every order he told you to do. no way to escape and no way not being fucked to him if you did have time to do his tasks. his big and strong hands pulling your hair back, so you arch your back, feeling his breath in your ear. scream as loud as you can, 'till you reach the high note you could - he won't stop it.
sweat aftercare in the shower where nanami is washing your hair for you, also massaging your shoulders and kissing your stomach sort of excuses for being too extremely rough with you. but you knew he won't be soft, the language of his sex life is rough and painful. but the aftercare is worth having bruises the next morning around your neck.
nanami is an obsessive and dominant lover, he would mark you as his baby girl, his property, and the woman he's seeing his future with. even if you've got powerful and strong abilities nanami still doesn't allow you to battle the curse. think whatever you want to - he doesn't like the thought of having your dead body in his arms. he doesn't like the thought his small girl would have injuries from the demon.
nanami will show his love in action rather than words. you've got an unspoken rule to kiss your partner when they're tired of the work or giving a good morning/goodnight kiss. even if you're sleeping, nanami kisses your forehead before going to work. nothing could stop him from the morning kiss. you baked warm goods before he returns from the office or battle tired and having no strength. he fucking loves your baked bun.
after work, you make a warm bath for him, where he can loosen his body, burying his face in your hair. 'sweetie, i love you so much, so-so-so much. with you i can enervate myself and get lost in your smell, wrapping arms around your waist, feeling like it's my private heaven'
ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ
i've got a feeling he'd be an overprotective boyfriend. doesn't leave you alone with itadori for the reason he's a vessel for sukuna - don't treat him weird, he trusts itadori, but not sukuna. doesn't like when you interrupting his battle using your abilities because it's making him think about implications.
doesn't show his affection among other students because doesn't like being called a clingy or needy puppy. nevertheless, pulling you closer by your waist to show everyone to fuck away from you. megumi would not hesitate to kiss you with a tongue in front of the students to show them you're taken and your man is crazy.
megumi is more like a homeboy. every time you're alone or having time to spend together, you'll be stuck in his arms 'till you both need to go back to the sorcerer-life. cuddling and smooching are his life - in the bathroom, while you're cooking, watching tv-shows, he's arms around your body, therefore megumi is telling sweet nothings in your ear.
sex life with megumi? complicated question. would be bad and good simultaneously. i still have a thought he'd tied you up and use a flogger on your booty for spanking and preparing your pussy for his dick - it was passed on by his genes [wtf his father omg]. makes you squirt a couple of times, also makes you beg for his fat cock before pull it inside unexpectedly. using a collar with a chain to arch your back 'till it crunches and you moaned because megumi literally choking you.
only god knows how much megumi has kinks for you. how much energy he has to rail you all night and be able to continue that after the sun is illumining the room. 'you're dirty little slut, the rays of the sun in our room, and you still have the energy to squirt' degrading you during coitus and praising you in his muscular arms after.
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fuck. i was planning to post kuroo x reader x kenma but i deleted my work [by fucking accident i hate myself] that i had been writing since morning. sooo, I'll post it tomorrow. so sorry for the grammar mistake i was writing it on my phone.
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hellboundhimbo · 6 months ago
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DUDEEEEEEEEE the way you get it. yusuke is such a misunderstood character i think and you just. hit the nail on the head god. i want to punch him but also give him a gentle kiss on the forehead bc i genuinely don’t think he’s ever received that kind of affection from anyone aside from keiko. and in my heart genkai i know she would never but their bond is very special to me ok ANYWAY YOURE SONREAL WITH HIEI AND YUSUKE. ive yapped abt this before with a friend of mine in dms a while back sooo already got the text locked and loaded teehee.
anyway their bond is like so special to me i think their dynamic is soo underrated i truly do. they’re just similar enough to simultaneously exacerbate each others best and worst traits and it makes me go absolutely crazy, how hiei tempts yusuke to win through brute force and embrace power and superiority while kuwabara tethers him to humanity in dark tournament (also love how hiei and kuwa, despite their bond bc they are friends i will die on this hill, will always butt heads bc they are opposite sides of a spectrum. wholly demon wholly human while yusuke is a chaotic neutral hanging in the middle to be tugged one direction or another. kurama meanwhile is a Secret Other Thing as he should be. yusuke is in the middle while kurama is both simultaneously, and his central conflict is that balancing act. I Love This Show.)
BUT YA the best way i can explain the difference between kuwabara and hiei in their relationships with yusuke is like. kuwabara can speak yusuke’s language (fighting,) but with hiei, that’s his mother tongue. maybe that makes no sense but that’s how i process it. bc they’re so similar like echoes of one another. the core difference between them is their nurture, yusuke raised in ningenkai and hiei in makai but other than that they’re so fucking similar at their cores. fighting is all they know. violence is safe and vulnerable emotion is baring your soft underbelly to be gutted, it’s dangerous it’s stupid and it’s (though they’d never say this part out loud,) terrifying. and they understand each other so well in that regard because like. same hat yk.
tho then again there comes that thing of yusuke hanging in the balance, both human and demon. tying into how even yusuke’s human friends couldn’t fully understand what made him tick bc he was quite literally not human. but even still, demons also can’t fully understand yusuke. he’s entirely unique in that regard, an unstoppable force of nature and your childhood friend flashing you a cheeky grin from down the street. and that isolation is nothing new for yusuke as well bc well that’s how he’s always lived, and even tho it makes him miserable bc he craves connection and understanding he repeatedly buts himself thru it bc it feels safer than vulnerability. better the devil you know. i love yusuke IM SO ILL OVER THIS SHOW
okay now i’m just getting into team urameshi rants um. anyway yes kuwameshi right my silly little guys. they deserve to have a big gay wedding where instead of kissing they punch each other in the eye. they understand each other in a way no one else rlly can and i just. i adore them so bad it’s terminal.
the codependency-> healthy relationship thing really has me thinking abt like. kuwabara and keiko right. just how they parallel each other so intensely throughout the show. like, kuwabara and yusuke’s relationship is Frequently used as a point of comparison in the shows plot (cough cough sensui and itsuki cough cough TOGURO AND GENKAI) but the specific similarities and contrasts between kuwabara and keiko make me wanna hurl, esp after yusuke leaves for makai. bc then kuwabara’s in keiko’s shoes, filling in that role of the jilted lover right alongside her. and yk the “lover” part is largely just my own interpretation, i don’t think togashi was like. secretly tryna rep the gays or anything (tho in the very unlikely circumstance he was, pop off king.) but STILL it’s suspect. idk i think kuwabara and keiko should be friends and bond but hey maybe that’s my keiko bias. i’m very attached to her JWJFISJDO.
anyway us rn
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this could be kuwameshi if you guys would like. take my hand and trust me
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kkodzvken · 4 years ago
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suit up - hawks x f. reader
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the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun
notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol
wc: 5.3k
a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe
Beautiful.  
You’re so beautiful.
Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.
You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.
The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.
And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.
In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.
Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.
Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”
He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”
You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”
He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”
You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.
You love it.
He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”
“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.
“I don’t see you denying it.”
“Shut up.”
“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”
Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.
You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.
You wanted him. You wanted your husband.
“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.
The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.
But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.
Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.
He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”
He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.
His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.
“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.
He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”
You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”
He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.
The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.
It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.
But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.
He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.
You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”
“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.
“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”
You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”
“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”
“Shut up.”
“Mm, no thanks.”
You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.
“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”
It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”
“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”
You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.
You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.
You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.
You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.
The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”
You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.
You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”
You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”
You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.
His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.
“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”
He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.
His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.
“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”
And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.
You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!
“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.
“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”
Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.
When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.
But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.
“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.
Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”
He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”
You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”
“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”
You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.
“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”
His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”
Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.
You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.
Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.
“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”
He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.
You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.
He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”
His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”
“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”
He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.
He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.
“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”
“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.
Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.
“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.
“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.
You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”
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Conjugal Visit
Summary: Its time to visit your husband at good old Belle Reve Pairing: Robert DuBois/Bloodsport x Reader Word Count: 1,830 Warning(s): Smut, prison sex(?), allusion to violence and murder. 18+ MINORS DNI (DO NOT INTERACT)
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"DuBois, you have a visitor!" One of the guards shouted while he scrubbed the floor. "I'm not in the mood to fight with my daughter and I under no circumstances want to see Waller," he growled. "Well then you're in luck, it's the only other person in your life from the outside," the guard said bored. "What? I'm not ready for a visitor." "Too bad. Let's go." The guard was getting impatient. Reluctantly, Robert got up and followed the man; at least he'd showered that morning. He followed them to one of the private visitation rooms; there you sat, wearing black boots, jeans, and t-shirt, and a midnight blue leather jacket with the black rings on your left hand. "You're a sight for sore eyes, love," he smiled as the guards uncuffed him and repeated their usual warnings before leaving the room, locking the door behind them.
"If I'd known you were coming I might have shaved," he commented as he approached you, pulling you into his embrace with he was close enough. "I don't know, babe, I quite like the beard. It makes you look distinguished," you said with a hum as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. "That's just a polite way of sayin' it makes me look old, innit?" He asked with a stifled chuckle. "Older and handsome, love," you corrected. "Did you come here to just take the piss at me or do you have a better reason?" He teased before leaning down and capturing your lips in a hungry, impassioned kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him.
A deep groan left him when you gently bit and tugged his bottom lip, smirking up at him. "Needy little thing, ain't ya, love?" He hummed as he tossed your jacket aside, hastily doing the same with your shirt before scooping you up and laying you on the cheap bed in the room. His lips dropped from yours to your neck, leaving a trail of light bite marks in the wake as he trailed his lips down to your chest. "I don't know why you bother wearing bras when you visit me, love, they only get in my way," he chuckled as he unclasped the black lace of your bra, discarding it with a grin. "Because I'd rather not be led through a prison with-" your words were quickly cut off by a surprised moan when he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled the bud as he suckled gently, rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Robert alternated between the hardened peaks until you were a moaning, squirming mess beneath him. Your hips rocked against his needily as a whine escaped you "Robert..." "Use your words, love," he teased with a wicked grin. He chuckled to himself when you only shot him a glare. He unzipped your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down teasingly slowly; he pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down throwing your legs over his shoulders. "I think this might be one of the things I miss most while I'm here, being able to just go down on you whenever the fuck I want," he said in a soft mutter as he ran his thumb along your wet slit. "Trust me, hon, you aren't the only one who misses it," you mumbled. Your back arched with the first swipe of his tongue. Two of his fingers teased your entrance before slowly pushing in as his tongue circled your clit slowly. What started out as slow drags of his fingers and tongue turned into him fucking you with his tongue and fingers, stretching you to prepare for him. He didn't stop until he felt your walls tensing around his digits, when he did he quickly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, a small pleased groan leaving him as he watched you pant softly, a needy hunger in your eyes. He always did love bringing you right to the edge.
He quickly shed himself of his orange prisoner's uniform, taking his member into his hand as he climbed in bed over you. "I'll be outta here soon enough, love, then I'll take you somewhere proper and romantic," he promised before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, followed by a slow sensual kiss to your lips as he slowly pushed his length into you. His hand stroked your cheek when he felt you tense up, your tight warmth stretching to its limits to accommodate him "that's a good pet, takin' my cock so well." You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly while your nails dug into his shoulders.
Each slow drag and push of his hips pulled gentle moans from you. His pace quickly built up and he tightened your legs around him. "Is that the best you can give me, love?" You teased when he settled into a series of long, deep, slow thrusts. "Aw, does my needy little princess want it rough?" He almost cooed in false sympathy while slowing his hips. When you started trying to move your hips against him for any more friction than what he was giving, a small whine escaped you when his hand moved to hold your hips down "use your words, pet. Tell daddy exactly what you want or I'll just keep going slowly until I'm ready to finish." "Want you to fuck me until I leave here with a limp," you managed to say after a minute of trying to steel yourself.
The squeak that left your lips when he suddenly pulled out turned into a loud moan when he slammed back into you, setting a new brutal pace. You angled your hips up some so each thrust brought the head of his member harshly against your g-spot. "Fuck, Robert!" You moaned out louder when his thumb started rubbing fast tight circles on your clit. "That's it, little bird, sing for daddy so this entire fucking shithole can hear," he husked before nibbling and tugging on your ear lobe. "Say my name, Pet. Tell everyone who's you are," he growled, pinching your clit when your only answer was a moan that escaped your slightly parted lips. "Yours, Robert! All yours!" You moaned out, eagerly trying to match his thrusts but finding it harder to keep up with his roughness and brute force.
Soon, Robert sat back on his knees and pulled your hips flush against his with each more forceful thrust managing to hit even deeper places, places that were quickly bringing you closer to the edge. "Fuck, your warm walls are squeezing me so tightly. Play with your clit for me, yeah? I want to see all of you come undone but don't you dare cum until I say," he muttered lazily. He sat up fully and spread your legs a little further apart, transfixed on the sight of his length disappearing into you and coming out with your sweet nectar. You nodded and bit your lip as you traced shapes over your little button. "Good girl," he mumbled, his thrusts getting shorter but quicker, more of a rapid rutting. He smirked when he saw how hard you were trying to hold off "alright, Pet, you can let go." He might've whispered the words but they were clear to you.
As you came, you moaned out a series of curses and his name, your entire being quaking. Groaning as your walls tightened even more, he fell forward over you as he joined you in climax. His body covered yours while his forearms kept his weight off of you, his hips slowly rutting into you as you both came down. He planted a series of soft, languid kisses up your neck and along your jawline before finally kissing you softly, one of his hands coming up to gently brush some loose strands out of your face. Robert carefully maneuvered your bodies so he was laying on his back with you on his chest, his arms around your waist while his index finger absentmindedly traced shapes along your spine. You both laid there in comfortable silence, your rapid breaths slowing down were the only sounds in the room.
"Do you really think you'll be out of here soon, love?" You asked him hopefully, looking up at him with a small frown. "I do, darling. It won't be long before Waller comes with another suicide mission for me to lead," he grumbled before pecking your lips softly "I'll be home with you before you know it though, yeah?" "You promise? I miss waking up to your face between my legs," you joked. "Believe me, love, I miss that too. You always have been my favorite breakfast, or meal in general," a sly smirk crossed his face and he chuckled when you slapped his chest. "You're awful," you joked. "Baby, I'm an assassin, I'm not exactly a role model for anyone. I mean, for fucks sake, I almost killed Superman and if given the job again I'd take it," he said casually. "I know you would baby, maybe this time you'll succeed," you teased with a grin. "Watch it love or I'll have to bend you over my knee," he warned, squeezing your ass with a wicked smirk. "Oh no, please don't sp-" you started saying sarcastically before his hand quickly came down with a loud smack. "Wanna try that attitude again, princess?" He cocked his brow while he waited for your answer, giving you a quick kiss when you didn't say anything else.
Before either of you could react, the buzzer of the door unlocking and opening sounded and a woman walked in. "DuBois, Mrs. DuBois," she greeted flatly, unfazed by your nudity as you tried to cover your bodies with the sheet. "Fuck are you doing here, Waller?" Robert growled. "You have a new mission. And this time your wife's coming along. Isn't that right, Tracker?" She said. "Excuse me?" You and Robert said simultaneously. "That's right. We know about your side gig hunting down people the law let off. If either of you refuses to come on the mission or tries to abandon it, I'll hand over our evidence to the proper authorities. You, my dear, with not only be put in jail but you'll lose your license to practice law. Even if you managed to get it reinstated, nobody will hire a lawyer who knowingly married an assassin, the same one who put Superman in the ICU," Waller explained calmly. "You're threatening my fucking wife?!" Robert shouted as he sprung out of bed and pulled his boxers on. "I'm doing it for the safety of our country and the world," her voice was so eerily calm. "Robert, calm down. If it gets you home sooner, I'll do it," you told him as you sat up, using the bedsheet to cover your modesty. He looked at you like you'd just grown another head, in complete disbelief.
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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago
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some soft!bakugou brainrot for the soul:
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-he likes when you greet him in the morning. will absolutely roll his eyes and say sum “jesus, idiot, it’s too fuckin’ early for pathetic enthusiam like that” but will also simultaneously get pouty if u dont say hi to him first
-very much a quiet boy when it’s late at night. will just sit back with his eyes half-lidded and head in his hands, giving a little “mhm” to everything you say. you think he’s not listening but when you don’t finish a thought he will, without missing a beat go “the hell? really? gonna talk that much and then not even finish the story?”
-will cook meals that you like but will insist that he likes them too. bakugou is 100% trying to convince you that he made it for himself but the entire extra portion with your favorite toppings implies the opposite
-pays attention to what you’re doing in training, and will not outright tell you if you’re doing well,, but when ur alone he’ll just sorta “you looked less pathetic than last time, dumbass” with a slight smirk as he brushes past you
-likes to bicker,, i mean come on, obviously, but what i mean is that he just looks so weirdly happy when u yell at him (def goes heart eyes but literally do not say a word about it pls)
-goes very soft for hand massages,,, just like, ground ur thumb into the heel of his hand and rub at his knuckles. man’s will melt into wherever he’s sitting and close his eyes
-will absolutely bite your head off if you’re reckless, but then spend the rest of his time trying to think of ways to avoid u ever being in that much danger again
-remembers places you’ve been together very clearly. so like, if y’all wanna revisit some restaurant, bakugou is leading the way and ur just like “??? that was 6 months ago how do u know where you’re going” ,, n he just scoffs and “because i’m the best. now shut up and pay attention we’re about to cross the street”
-is very soft about u wearing his clothes but only when no one else is around to see it. idk contrary to popular belief i actually see him being very flustered by the sight of u in his clothes. so he won’t let u wear anything around others rlly, but when it’s just him??? poor bby is so soft for it. like, v much hiding his red face in your neck and just breathing u in type of soft
-has a specific blanket that he keeps for when u hang out. eventually it starts to smell like you, bc obviously, n he’ll cuddle up with it when you can’t be with him
-adores when you sing to him. 100% doesn’t matter if you’re good or not,, bakugou just likes that you don’t do it in front of anyone else
-likes when you get needlessly angry with him. idk how to explain it,, but just like, if he’s bitching at one of his friends and you back him up, purely bc u like the chaos, bakugou will be totally 🥰 over it. only after he’s done yelling tho
-mans has a thing for praise. he does. we been knew. but he rlly has an even bigger thing for mundane praise, like rlly small things like, “wow your handwriting is so neat” or “omg your room is so clean! you’re so organized!”,,, jus tiny stuff in passing that let’s him kno he’s doing good
-will absolutely not admit it but he 100% prays for lint on his uniform so you’ll brush it off for him. it’s like, a tiny little touch, just enough to sate him, but not so much that it feels like embarrassing pda
-is a sucker for someone he can just sit in silence with. like idk, if y’all noticed it, but he literally has like, nothing to say when he’s not bitching, so if he’s not angry he’ll just be quiet. if u can be quiet with him, in the same space but not talking, bakugou is a very happy boy about it
-he likes to know things about you no one else does,, so if u tell him anything in confidence, literally anything, he’ll keep it secret. 100% every time, no exceptions, will never spill a single detail even if someone is begging him to
-probably demands that u say u love him multiple times before y’all go to sleep. its the only affection he outright asks for so u give in every time
-shares whatever he has with u. just wordlessly will hand u a piece of whatever he’s eating. doesn’t warn u if it’s spicy tho,, bc he’s still a little shit
-sort of just follows you wherever you’re going. like, if u tell him u want to be alone he’ll leave, but otherwise he just kinda assumes he’s meant to follow. most times he’s right
-he is 100% the type to know something is wrong without u having to say it. he prob knows exactly what it is too. lmao like, sure, he’s still totally clueless on how to approach/support you but bakugou is the furthest thing from dumb. he knows,, he just does.
-gets super protective about your things. like, god forbid somebody try to write anything in ur notebook while you’re not paying attention,, bakugou’ll threaten them before their pen even touches the paper
-he likes to tend to your injuries. like, even the rlly minor ones. like, let’s say u get a papercut??? pls mans is grabbing your finger, running it under water, and wrapping a bandaid around it before u even register it. he’ll grumble the whole time like “jesus, dumbass, can’t believe i have to do this.” but rlly he enjoys doing it bc it makes him feel important. like maybe he’s someone heroic to u
-if no one else is around, and there’s a lot of trust established, he’ll prob do whatever u tell him to. now ofc there’s gonna be a lot of complaining, bc it’s bakugou, but he’ll do it
-is a big fan of when you tell him he’s your favorite. pls the man is so see-through ahaha,, u could be like “omg! bakugou! you took out the trash without me asking?? that’s why you’re my favorite!” n all he walks away hearing is “they think im the best. i fucking am the best.”
-he likes to watch you do mundane things. like rlly little, every-day things like brushing your hair or tying your shoes. idk he just thinks your methodical movements are weirdly calming
-is a sucker for forehead kisses. like obvi, only when y’all are alone, but like, press a kiss to his hairline?? suddenly it’s rip angry bakugou, soft bakugou hrs only
-doesn’t rlly initiate touch that much,, but when he does mans is extremely petulant about it. like, if u decide u have something more pressing than him, bakugou is almost immeadiately going “that’s fucking stupid. what you’re doing. you should stop.” n then he’s just poking and prodding and needling at u until u fall into his arms
-shadows you at social gatherings. very guard-dog like from an outsider perspective, but rlly it’s just bc when katsuki says he doesn’t like anyone else, he means it. he’s sticking by you bc you truly are the only one he tolerates
-he secretly rlly likes when u fuss over him. like, when u ask him if he’s sore from training or if he has any injuries. bakugou will brush u off like the absolute bitch that he is, but secretly he’ll be so warm about it. he just likes that u care enough to ask
-he tries very hard to be gentle for u. ofc it pretty much never works bc it’s him, but he’ll still forever be reading romance manga n going “yeah, i bet they’d like that. gonna it do it way better though. im the fucking best, i can do it.”
ahahaaha me?? a bunch of bakugou thoughts?? never, idk what ur on about
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