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luvhcarly · 3 days ago

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WANNA REPEAT IT, ANGEL?

You've never listened to rock music, but when your sister forces you to go to a concert with her, you find yourself drooling over the band's lead singer

PAIRINGS: rockstar Song Mingi x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, strangers to fuck buddies?

TAGS: Mingi has a blonde hair!, smut 18+, smoking, blowjob, cum swallowing, pet names (slut, whore, angel…), swearing, lmk if I missed anything.

WC: 6k

A/N: I was thinking about a rockstar Mingi for a loong time so I decided to write something. Even though I am not satisfied enough with it. Please English is not my first language so if you find any mistakes, lmk! <3

"Can't you take another friend, Harin?" You answered with disinterest in her voice while your younger sister begged on knees. Tears started welling up in her eyes and she put her hands in a pleading position.

"No, others don't listen to it. They would brag about how the music is bad…" Your sister admitted, still looking at you with pleading eyes. A small sigh escaped out of your mouth and you rolled your eyes, wondering if you should nod and make yourself a scapegoat. But when she looked again at you, her eyes brimming with tears, you nod. “Fine. I will go." Your sister screamed excitedly and jumped into the air with joy. She wiped her tears with her hand and immediately wrapped her arms around your neck.

"You are the best!" Your sister said as she left a quick kiss on your cheek. She suddenly pulled away from you and with little jumping steps she goes to her closet, looking for her outfit.

I am gonna kill myself…

When you and your sister entered the small bar where the concert is to be held, you ordered a drink that would maybe encourage you to survive here. Your sister was smiling from ear to ear when you guys entered the bar and immediately there was a rock atmosphere in the air that she was very much looking forward to.

"I can't believe that I am here!" She blurted out excitedly as she looked around, people were already standing at the barricade, but there weren't too many of them. You even arrived early so you guys could get better view.

"Come on!" She grabbed your hand with a small grin on her face and she pushed you through the crowd of people to the front of the barricade. A small unhappy sigh came out from your lips. You held a drink in your hand and calmly sipped from it. Annoyed, you redirected your gaze to the watch on your hand and you bit your lower lip when you thought about that the concert will start in an hour.

"Hold my drink. I am going to the bathroom.” You gave your sister your drink and you started to rush through the crowd to the bathroom. Quickly, you walked down the dark corridor,looking around, observing everything.

"Oh shit! I am sorry." Suddenly, you bumped into tall, big figure and your favourite shirt is all wet. You looked at yourself and a big sigh escaped from your lips, then you slowly shifted your gaze at the guy who bumped into you. Or more; you bumped into him. His blond hair was slicked back slightly and he had black glasses, that covered his eyes. He was quite attractive no doubt, even though you couldn’t see his full face properly.

"Well, it was my fault. I am sorry.” You blurted out and shook your head at your own clumsiness. The guy smiled at you nicely and fixed his glasses. Your gaze shifted to his drink, which was completely spilled. "Let me- let me buy you a drink?" Awkwardly, you cleared your throat a little and looked at him with an embarrassed expression, waiting for his answer. He smirked at your question. "I mean, because of how I spilled the drink." You explained so that it wouldn't sound weird, but he found your stuttering cute and at the same time funny, but he politely rejected you.

“Maybe later?” He raised his eyebrows a little to emphasize the question, he looked you over with his eyes. The black crop top with a special inscription, which he couldn't quite read, was completely soaked and there were a few wet spots on your denim skirt as well. Your hair was down and you had a nervous and embarrassed look on your face.

"Yeah- okay." Loudly, you swallowed at his suggestion and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The boy walked past you, his grin never slipping out of shape. When he walked past you, you immediately smelled a spicy perfume. It is strange that you felt so nervous about nothing. Well, it was probably because you felt ashamed that you spilled his drink...

A small sigh escaped your lips and you look at the clock, which showed 8:55PM, which meant that the concert would start in 5 minutes. You shook your head at the fact that you didn't even have time to go to the bathroom. So quickly, you directed your steps back to your sister, who was scanning you from head to toe.

"What happened?" Your sister asked you when she saw your t-shirt completely wet and your restless expression on the shapes. "I bumped into someone." You informed her as you gently leaned against the barricade while your sister laughed at your clumsiness. "You are so clumsy." She remarked with a laugh and also leaned against the barricade next to you, comfy. Suddenly the big lights shut off and only those on the small stag were lit. Yours sister heart raced with impatience and she squeezed your hand tightly.

8 boys dressed in rock style appeared on the stage. Your sister, was looking at them with hearts in her eyes, admiring them and devouring them with her eyes.

“He is my favourite.” Your sister whispered in her ear and pointed to a boy you recognized. He was the boy you bumped into. "He is the main singer, Mingi." Your sister added and you slightly opened your lips when your realized that you had bumped into the lead singer. Your face was tense and you felt even more embarrassed than before.

His glasses were rested on his head this time, and when his eyes met yours, he grinned. Quickly, you looked away and took a deep breath, while your sister was carried away by the fact that she finally sees them. The concert started suddenly, screams were heard and rock music played that probably could be heard outside too.

The fans enthusiastically shouted the lyrics of the songs and you hummed to the rhythm of the music and danced with your body a little, but not too much, because you didn’t know the lyrics. Their music was good, not what you listen to casually but you kind of enjoyed it, while your sister was jumping around like a wild woman with huge joy in her eyes.

The whole concert you had your eyes fixed on the blond boy named Mingi who was holding the microphone and enjoying the moment. He was gripping the microphone tightly making his muscle arm tense a little.

He loved when the girls around him shouted and cheered. He enjoyed the attention from them. He scanned the crowd of people with his eyes, hoping that out of the corner of his eye he would see you; the girl who bumped into him. When he saw you humming to the rhythm of the music, but not singing, it completely froze him. Well, he couldn't help but notice the small smile on your face.

“How are you guys feeling tonight?” The blonde boy behind the microphone asked out loud to the crowd of people with a grin on his face. People screamed and jumped with joy, trying to indicate that they felt great.

"Come on, louder!" He repeats his words with a slightly rougher voice. You swallow loudly when he screams. A chill ran down your spine at that moment, you were shocked that he screamed like that, you really didn't expect it. Well, it triggered something in you. You found it hot? You didn't even know what feelings it caused in you, but the truth was that you enjoyed that…Again the crowd shouts, but this time louder to make him more satisfied. He laughs at the loud shouts of the people and starts singing a song.

The concert did not last long, at least an hour, but your younger sister still wanted to stay here. The after party was supposed to be held here, but you insisted that you two agreed to go home after the concert, no exceptions.

"Please?" She smiled pityingly at you while holding your hand. You knew that she was doing it because she wanted to play on your feelings, it was nothing unusual that your young sister wouldn't do. A small sigh escaped your lips, nervously running a hand through your own hair, then you closed your eyes to take a deep breath.

“Fine- but! Only one hour, then we are leaving.” Finally, you agreed again, because you could not resist her. You didn't like that about your sister, that she always knew how to break you. She always knew how to convince you of something, and she knew it well. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank u!” She hung around your neck with a huge smile and repeated herself in a happy voice.

"I'm going to smoke outside. Don't cause any trouble.” You informed her and with a warning you pointed a finger at her, but she just laughed and directed her steps towards the small crowd of people who were dancing.

…

"Fuck-" You let out as soon as you appeared outside. Variously, you leaned your body against the wall and took out a pack of cigarettes from your purse. You took out one cigarette from there and put it between your lips. You lit it and took a long drag. With a tired sigh, you also leaned your head against the cold wall and closed your eyes, enjoying the cigarette.

“Do you have a lighter?” A familiar boy's voice broke you out of your thoughts. You opened your eyes immediately and redirected your gaze to him. It was him. Again. His blond hair was messy now and he was wearing a leather jacket that suited him well. You swallowed and took out a lighter from your purse, which you handed to him, your fingers brushing softly against each other.

“Enjoyed the show?” With a low voice he asked, leaning himself against the wall beside you, with a cigarette in his hand. You exhaled the cigarette smoke and looked ahead, while he was still watching you. He watched how your lips parted every time you put a cigarette between them and how you took a big drag from it, as if you wanted to smoke it right away. "I have a feeling that you didn't come here willingly." He thought for a moment when he realised that you were quiet the whole concert and you just listened, and hummed to the rhythm of the music.

"Well, I came here with my younger sister." You confessed and took a drag of your cigarette again, it seemed strange to you that he was talking to you so… casually?

"I am sorry about spilling your drink earlier." You looked at him properly for the first time. This time, he didn’t have sunglasses on at all, so you looked into his dark brown eyes. But his eyes also said something else. Something you couldn’t quite place. Something that made you look at him even better. His eyebrow was decorated with a small jewel, which made him even more attractive than he really was.He noticed how you stared at him, how you observed him and a small chuckle comes from his lips. What caused you to immediately realize that you had been looking at him for too long and so you redirected your gaze down to the ground. He didn’t respond to your apology.

"Ahh, that girl beside you?" He asked with a grin and took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes were directed in front of him, but still he was watching you out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah, she is just so obsessed with your band. Especially with you.” You let out a small laugh as you replayed how she screamed when he sang every time.

"Oh, really?” With a raised eyebrow, he asked.

"Yeah" He shook his head at your response and he let out a small Ah. “What about you?” He mumbled as if he didn’t want to you to hear him.

"Me?" You laughed to yourself while he took a drag on his cigarette. “I don’t think I have a favourite one.” When you admitted the truth, his smile fade as if he wished you would say his name.

"What about your drink?" Suddenly, you asked as he took a drag from his cigarette once again. He raised his eyebrows again at your question and redirected his gaze to you. You had a kind expression on the shapes and one corner of your mouth was slightly raised. "Ah, the drink." His eyes fell on your top, which was completely wet before, but now it was dry. "Well..." He thought for a moment, while you waited patiently for his answer. "A name would be nice, instead of buying me a drink." He gave out and then added; "and a phone number?"

"Phone number?" You blinked at his request and he smirked at you, blowing a cigarette smoke in your face. "Yes, your phone number." He repeated it while watching your surprised expression. His eyes drifted to your full lips, but then he looked into your eyes again. Then he reached into his pants pocket, trying to find his phone, but when he didn't find it, he sighed.

“I must have left it at my dressing room.” He informed, and you cleared your throat and you actually felt relieved. It would be weird if you gave him your number, wouldn't it? He leaned his head against the wall and thought that if it would be a good idea to leave you standing here and go get his phone and hope that you would wait. Or take you with him?

You watched his thoughtful expression and how his muscles tensed as he thought deeply. The way his chest heaved with every little breath.

"I'm waiting for the name." He interrupted you from observation and you jumped a little. Immediately, directing your eyes to the ground, but you watched him out of the corner of your eye and you noticed his rings on his fingers. There were only a couple of them, one of them had a star, which made you smile gently. “Y/n.” With a little smile you replied as he nodded his head and said it quietly to himself, tasting it on his tongue.

"I know." You overtookhim when you saw how his mouth opened slightly wanting to say his name, but then in an instant he closed it and smiled.

“I feel flattered when you know my name.” You set your lips in a thin line and paid attention only to him, when he winked at you you right away looked away, feeling awkward. Embarrassed because you spilled his drink, him winking at you, looking at you with those eyes… and because you find him very attractive. Mingi threw the cigarette that he finished on the ground and stepped on it with his shoe.

"Come with me." Mingi pushed his body away from the wall and shook his head to follow him. "Where?" You asked incomprehensibly, but still followed him and increased your pace to catch up. "To grab my phone." He laughed at your confusion as soon as you increased your pace and appeared near him, immediately your cherry perfume hit his nostrils.

He walked slowly into his dressing room and he closed the door behind you. You scanned the room awkwardly. The room was small, there was a single bed and a rack with clothes. You didn't even know why you went with him at all. But you couldn't refuse him. There was something about him that made you listen to him and not protest.

“So?” With a low voice, Mingi spoke from behind you and you turned around to face him, him holding his phone. Your eyes fell on his phone nervously, but you took it in your hands and hesitated.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You told him and went to give him the phone back, but he didn't take it and kept looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You owe me, remember?" He tilted his head to the side, still waiting for you to type your number in his phone. You sighed loudly and swallowed and finally typed the phone number into his phone, at which he grinned.

"Thank you." He winked and put his phone in the back pocket of his pants. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He suddenly asked what surprised you. You cleared your throat and he moved closer to you, but left some space between you so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

“No.” You pursed your lips and looked to the side. He was kind of relieved when you told him that you are single. His gaze shifted to your lips once again, he nodded his head with a smirk on his face. Mingi noticed how one strand of your hair was sticking out, so he reached out one hand and tucked that hair behind your ear. His fingers gently touched your face as you bit your lower lip. For a long time, he looked into your eyes, as if he thought about what to do next.

"I like your eyes." He confessed, which immediately made your face red. Why did you feel so nervous? And why was his touch so gentle? His eyes slid to your lips again and the way you nervously bit them, which completely threw him off. But in a good way.

He usually brought girls after the show. It was nothing unusual for him. But he always went for it quickly, not like now. He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, as if he was afraid that one bad step would ruin everything.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" He asked you and moved closer to you, placing his hand on your chin and lifting it up so he could observe you better. Watching how your lips gently parted and how you nervously scanned his shape with your eyes. Your eyes widened at his question. Of course you wouldn’t mind, but you should. He was famous, and you didn’t even know him.

“N-no.” But still, you answered this quietly as if you weren't sure of your answer. He brought his lips closer to yours, but he didn't kiss you. Your heart started beating a little faster and breathing was harder than before. "Are you sure?" He grinned and his lips brushed against yours, his scent, which was pleasant and spicy, entered your nostrils when he leaned closer.

“Just kiss me." You muttered and his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. In your mind you were cursing at yourself because, fuck… kissing a random guy you just met? You didn’t do that. But he was like a magnet that you couldn’t pull away from. You wanted him to kiss you.

Your bodies were dangerously close to each other, not even an inch between you was left. He didn't hesitate at your sentence and pressed his wet, full lips to yours.

At first, the kiss was soft and pleasent, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, but when you sighed into to his mouth, he started to get more hard in his pants. He held your waist tightly with one hand and put the other on your ass and squeezed it. Your mouth fell open at the contact of his hand with your ass and he took it as a good opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth.

His tongue explored your mouth slowly at first, but when he felt your body press closer to him, he deepened it. Your tongues were touching against each other and he began to lead you to the bed with slow steps. When your knees felt the bed, you didn't sit down, but you put your hand on his chest and stopped him.

"Wait-" you stopped him while you were both breathing rapidly. "What?" He asked with an uncomprehending expression on the shapes, but when he saw how you knelt down in front of him and how you looked at him with those innocent eyes, he swallowed loudly. You unbuttoned his black jeans with your fingers and maintained eye contact with him.

“Fuck, angel.” He groaned and he leaned back slightly, giving you space to work. His hand rested on your head as you pulled down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. Your eyes widened when you saw his hard cock, begging to be touched. He chuckled at your reaction, his face flushed with desire. Slowly, he ran a hand through your hair. "Impressed?" He smirked, knowing damn well you were. He shifted slightly, displaying it better. "You gonna touch it?" He asked in a low, teasing voice.

“Do you want me to?” You teased back, while he let out a deep, throaty laugh, one hand maintaining its grip in your hair. "Sassy tonight, aren't we?” He shifted forward slightly, his cock practically touching your lips.

"Come on then, angel. Show me what that smart mouth can do besides talk shit.” The way he talked to you made you squeeze your thighs to maintain the throbbing feeling between your legs. When your tongue made contact with his tip, Mingi inhaled sharply, a shudder running through his body. His fingers tightened slightly in your hair, encouraging your teasing. "Fuck, that's teasing..." He growled softly, his hips twitching forward involuntarily, seeking more of your touch.

“Impatient much?” With a teasing voice you pulled away, watching his eyebrows furrow as he felt no more presence of your tongue. He let out a frustrated sigh, his hand tightening in your hair. "Impatient is right," He said, his voice low and strained. "Now either put that pretty mouth back to work or I'll pull you up and fuck your face until you can't breathe." A small laugh escaped from your lips as you put your hands on his bare thighs to have more stability. Slowly, you leaned closer to his cock and licked his tip with a slow and precise movement, blinking at him through your eyelashes.

A low moan escaped his lips as you took him into your mouth, his hips bucking slightly forward involuntarily. His fingers sifted through your hair, gripping encouragingly. "Mhm, fuck..." He murmured, eyes darkening with pleasure as he watched you suck him slowly.

You took a good look on his moaning face, as he tried to control himself. His fingers cupped your cheek gently as he watched you intensely, out of breath. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” He bit his lip as you gave him an innocent look. “What would your sister say if she knew how good you are sucking a cock of her favourite singer, huh?” He bucked his hips more forward, his cock going more deeper into your mouth.

As you gaze up at him with your eyes, seeing the blatant pleasure etched across his handsome face, it only spurs you on. His cock throbbing in your mouth, responding eagerly to your attentions. He bit his lower lip, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control. "Goddamn..." Even though you wanted him to be a moaning mess and beg for you to go faster, you remain your movement slow, which he didn’t like at all.

He didn’t like how you teased him, how you went too slow for his liking. His patience was crushing as you continued the slow, torturous pace. He's been on edge all night and your teasing is driving him insane. With a growl, he let go of your cheek and he grabbed your head firmly and started to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face at a brutal pace. "Fuck, angel. You think you can just tease me like that?” Mingi asked as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, not noticing how tears started to well up in your eyes as he thrusted into your mouth roughly. He was too lost in the pleasure, his mind solely focused on chasing his release.

As soon as he opened his eyes and made an eye contact, he noticed the small tears running down your cheek. He took his another hand and be wiped the tears away and gave you a smirk of enjoyment. He enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable, so completely at his mercy. He continued to fuck your face, his movements growing more violent and forceful.

A little moan escaped from your lips which sent the vibration of pleasure through him, making his cock twitch in your mouth. He groaned deeply, his eyes locked with yours, seeing the lust and surrender glistening in those watery depths. He maintained his brutal pace, utterly intoxicated by the erotic sight before him. His grip was still tight on your hair and you could feel him being close as he is teetering on the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried his dick as deep in your mouth as possible and held it there, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. You swallowed his cum and you pull away from his cock, his one hand that was cupping your cheek was no longer there. Out of breath he run a hand through his messy blonde hair.

Mingi watched your face closely, seeing your puffy lips, red and slightly swollen from blowing him. Your cheeks were hollowed out, jaw aching from taking his length. Tears stain your face prettily, making your eyes look even bigger. Your hair was messy from his brutal grip. As you tried to catch your breath and stop the throbbing feeling between your legs he yanked you up by your hair, his grip painful but possessive.

Slowly, he lifted your shirt over your head, his gaze raking over your bare chest. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your neck, shoulders, and collarbone. His hands slowly slided down to your skirt, unbuttoning it gently. You watched patiently as his fingers worked slowly, unbuttoning each button carefully.

He could feel your swallow against his lips as he kissed your collarbone. He pulled your skirt down slowly, revealing your legs inch by inch. Then with a quick movement he spun you around and pushed you on the bed, his large body crowding you from behind. You froze as the words you weren’t expecting left his mouth.

"Hands on the bed," He ordered, his voice low and commanding. "And spread your legs." He whispered to your ear from behind as he left a kiss behind your earlobe enjoying how a chill run down your spine. You obeyed his words and you put your hands on the bed, you arched your back for him, swallowing loudly.

Mingi stepped back for a moment to admire the view. Your hands were splayed on the bed, your back arched slightly as you bend over. He was hard again.

Mingi usually didn’t do this, he didn’t fuck often he just let the girls suck his dick. But he wanted to feel you. He wanted to feel your pussy.

He reached into his jeans pocket that were laying on the ground and he pulled out a condom. Your mind was wondering about how minute ago you sucked his dig. You gave a blowjob to an unknown guy… The worst part was that you enjoyed every bit of it.

When you heard how he teared open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled it onto his length slowly, his eyes locked onto your bent form. He stepped back between your spread legs, running his hands up your thighs possessively. "Stay like this," He murmured, his voice low and gruff.

When your ass met his hard cock, your mouth opened wide at that, he grinded against you slowly, causing the fabric of your panties to rub against your sensitive slit. You could feel how hard he is again, eager for another round after that intense blowjob.

“Do others see you like this? Or is it just me who you act like a whore for, little angel?” he asked as he leaned closer to your ear again, his hand squeezing your bare ass.

“No only you.” You confessed with almost a whisper like you were to embarrassed to said it loud. He smirked at your response being satisfied enough as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and slowly dragged them down your thighs, revealing your bare, soaked core. He spread your legs wider, stepping between them to get a better angle.

"Spread your legs wider," He commanded and you nod at his request. As soon as you spread your legs wider he started to admire the new angle, drinking in the erotic sight of your glistening pussy lips exposed, begging to be filled. With a wicked smirk, he grabbed his hard cock and positioned the swollen tip at your entrance.

"You want my cock?" When you felt his tip brushing against your wet pussy you let out a moan. Not being able to answer to his words, you just shook your head in an agreement. Without warning, he plunged his thick cock deep into your soaked pussy with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You were a moaning mess already and he only just slipped into you. A guttural groan escaped his lips as well, as your walls clamp down around him. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled, giving your ass a sharp slap, making you moan a little louder.

He doesn't give you a chance to adjust, immediately setting a relentless pace, his hips slamming against your ass with each forceful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with your cries and his grunts. "Take it, fucking take it," You let out a cry as he kept thrusting into you deeply, he put his hand on your hip tightly to feel you even more.

“Mingi?” Suddenly a little knock on the door was heard and he stopped for a second but his dick still deeply buried inside you. “Keep your voice down.” Mingi whispered with a low warning voice as he began thrusting into you again.

“Y-yeah?” He replied back as he started to leave kisses on your bare shoulders, making you struggle to be quiet.

“Me and the boys are heading to the town for a few drinks, wanna come?” Once again the man voice asked, Mingi squeezed your ass and you moan a little louder than you should. Quickly Mingi grabbed your head and he showed it down to the mattress to make you shut up. “Angel, what did I say about keeping your voice down, hm?” His grip tightened on your hip as he kept your head on the mattress, thrusting hard into you, your bodies slamming against each other.

“No. Fuck- I am good man.” As he felt your walls tightened he himself was struggling to be quiet. “You okay? You don’t sound good.”

“No. I am fine- just.. just tired.” He gave him a quick response, hoping that he would let it to go. Again he bit down on your shoulder, his fingers digging into your hip possessively. He smirked as he felt the way his cock hitting just the right spot. “Are you turned on even more because we almost got caught?” He whispered with a laugh as he felt your pussy tighten around him.

“Fuck, you are not so innocent how you look, angel.” A chill run down your spine and you swallowed when he started sucking gently on your lobe, fucking you roughly and deeply hitting your g-spot. He felt your tightening walls around him, he knew you were close. “That's it, fucking take this cock like a good little slut for me." He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust as he pulled you even closer by your hip, his face burying into your neck from behind as he pants:

“So good, just for me.” You let out a moan again the mattress as he praised you and for the last time he hit your g-spot, causing you to cum. But his movements become more erratic as he gets closer to his own release. He watched your body writhe. He didn’t pull out, instead he slided slowly in and out, drawing out your orgasm.

With a final, shuddering groan, Mingi pulled out just as he reaches his high, his hot cum releasing. He stayed there for a moment, panting heavily, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watches your thighs shaking and you collapsing on your stomach. What.the.fuck? You thought to yourself as you realised that you were fucked by a guy you just met. A famous guy…

Slowly, you sat up, trying to catch your breath as you watched him throw the condom into a trash. He looked over at your fucked face. Your mascara was slightly smudged, your face flushed, your hair was messy and your chest was rising up heavily as you observed him. You looked good. Too perfect.

But both of you remain silent, being too lost for words to say something. Mingi grabbed his black jeans and he put it on, butting it slowly with his fingers. You cleared your throat as you stand up from the bed and grabbed your clothes awkwardly. You never felt so damn awkward like you did now. But when you look at Mingi, he looked casual? Like he wasn’t even bothered. You flashed that thought away and you began to grab your things.

“Leaving so fast?” He asked as he sat down on the bed still without his shirt. As you bent over slightly to grab your purse from the ground, he takes a good look on your exposed ass. He swallowed hard, his jeans becoming tight again. “Well, my sister-“ When you started to speak he interrupted you. “Gotta rush back to being the perfect angel your sister thinks you are?" He asked leaning more back on the bed and supporting his body with his elbows as he watched you put your shirt on.

“Stop with the teasing.” When a warm laugh escaped from your lips his heart skipped a beat. You put your skirt on quickly and turn around to look at him with a nervous face.

“Well, it was great.” He laughed softly as he watched you being you again. Shy, like you were when you accidentally spilled his drink, when you were smoking your cigarette. You froze a little as he laughs, immediately blushing as you think about what you said.

"Great? Just 'great'?" He propped himself up on his elbows, smirking arrogantly as he watched your lip-twitching. "I think you meant'mind-blowing,''Earth-shattering' or even just 'holy fuck that was the best sex of my life'."

“Funny.” You let out an embarrassing laugh. He watched how you acted embarrassed and it brought a real warm smile to him. He felt good around your presence. Why didn’t he want this to end? Suddenly your phone started to ring which pulled you out of your embarrassment. You look at the phone caller and it says ‘sister’, a sigh escaped your lips and Mingi’s smile fade away right away when he realised that this is really the end.

“I should get going.” You mumbled and for the last time you smiled at him and left without a goodbye. Mingi for a quiet long time sat on his bed, thinking. He felt weird. Why did he wanted you to stay? He never felt like this before. He rubbed his eyes and his temples hoping that the weird feeling towards you will fade away.

“Where were you?” When you found your sister she scanned you from head to toe with a confused look on her face. You opened your mouth slightly, thinking. “Bathroom.”

As the weeks passed, you were hanging out with your friend at the bar and out of nowhere you get a text from an unknown number.

“wanna repeat it, angel? :)”

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killerlittlerejects · 3 days ago

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Why I No Longer Support Anton Morrow Or Blessed Be The Wicked

Okay, we're finally doing this. As always: Do NOT harass anyone involved. This is not what this post is for.

So, this has been a long time coming. I know I keep repeatedly saying that I don’t wanna cause drama but at this point? It’s not even a drama anymore. There’s a glaring issue that’s been circulating the fandom for a while, and up until now, people have either been ignoring it completely or are too scared to say anything at all — which is understandable. I’m frankly scared to be finally making this post. But with most of the fandom beginning to speak up on this, now is a better time than ever.

You’ve all most likely seen my latest, very angry, Jeff rant post, and some of you might have already put together as to who it was about: Anton Morrow, the creator of Blessed be the Wicked.

If any of you remember the whole “mistype” situation that happened in 2024 revolving around BBTW, you already know I have gotten into a bit of a spat with him before. Then it was all cleared up, and we were chill. But now, with all that’s been happening, I’m starting to question that situation as well.

When it comes to creepypasta, you gotta acknowledge and respect both sides of the fandom, because more often than not, they tie together. Anton, however, doesn’t do this at all, creating a space where people feel unsafe and uncomfortable like they have to walk on eggshells.

We are not mad at the fact that you are trying to make BBTW horrifying, grotesque, and realistic. In fact, a LOT of people were hyped for your project. No, we’re mad that you have to be an asshole about it. Shaming anything that doesn’t fit into your view of what a character SHOULD be, hating on the fandom way more than you claim to love it, villainizing characters that should not be villainized, like Jane, who’s a VICTIM of Jeff, not doing proper research (apparently not knowing that Clockwork was an SA victim despite her being your “favorite character”), being a fucking hypocrite (hating shock value yet using it in your work as well), and most of all, claiming to be bringing back the old roots of Creepypasta when you don’t even understand or know what those roots are.

This fandom has ALWAYS been cringy, weird, and unrealistic. I mean, we have a tall faceless man in the woods, a magical black and white clown, and a guy whose skin turned completely white because of BLEACH. This fandom was never realistic!

You can only use the “I mistyped” or “you all misunderstood me” excuse so many times.

Are you telling me you didn’t mean ANY of this?

Like, if I recall, David Near’s, MBK’s, Pastra’s, AND Ekatlani’s Jeff’s are NOT soft boys at all. But you refuse to acknowledge that, don’t you? Because even if they are closer to what you claim to be looking for within a Jeff rewrite, you still hate them because they weren’t what YOU THINK the character could be.

But somehow, that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst thing has to be what you’ve done to Leech. Characters change, I understand that. My personal gripe with her not being the character I initially was excited for anymore is just my personal bias. What’s NOT, however, is the relationship you’ve put her in with Tyrant.

Now, I’m all for toxic relationships. I’ve written them myself, but this? This is straight-up fucking grooming. It’s non-consensual, and you straight-up called Tyrant PREDATORY.

And the fact that you tried to edit your post to hide what you said first tells me all I need to know.

Not to mention, you continuously like to bring up how much YOUNGER she is than the other two (Context: She's in a poly relationship with Tyrant and a character named Marc)

This goes past a toxic relationship, this is straight up fucking CREEPY. You admit that Tyrant is using his VICTIM, cause that’s what she fucking is, as a way to feel like he’s not all the negative, that “he deserves love.” No. Just no.

I’m disappointed. Tired, angry, and disappointed. I thought you were a cool guy, Anton. I thought all of you were cool. I was genuinely excited for Blessed Be The Wicked, as I’m sure a lot of the fandom was. But you showed your true colors the moment your project began to get popular.

Not so politely, fuck you. And if all you can do is complain about is the fandom having fun, fuck off.

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iamhereforfunnzies · 2 days ago

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Blind Reader being bratty to everyone in their life until they stop treating the Reader like a baby. Still bratty, but not as bad. So their friends and Tim are the only ones that deal with barely bratty Reader.

But Jason seeing stacks of books around Reader and realizing he can talk to them about Jane Austen? Oh boy, he's probably going to be astounded by the deep philosophical debates they end up having, only for Reader to turn bratty the second he tries to mock or baby them.

Damian realizing he can 'play' with Reader in the way he grew up with and being so ecstatic is sending me. Damian trying to get the drop on Reader, only to find he can't.

Neither can Cassandra. It takes a moment longer than Damian, but Reader knows when anyone is near. It's a difference in air flow, in the vibrations of the floor.

Also, I'm imagine Reader almost never wears shoes when they are at home. They has thick calluses that she has to soak and grate off for when she wears shoes. The shoes they does wear are thin, so they can still feel. Loud places make it more difficult to place where they are going.

I'm also imagining Reader playing chess with their friends. Maybe Damian uses this as a way to try to teach Reader Go? And it's the least bratty he's seen them because the Reader is genuinely trying to learn how to play. And Damian quickly finding out that Reader is not only a genius, but a strategist.

On the part that I saw of Reader being like an Earth bender, I'm imagining they get kidnapped and get so frustrated that they Metal bend the vehicle or chains. Or maybe they're in a place without metal or Earth in general? And getting so scared about not having anything to use to escape, that they Bone bend in a way like a Horror Toad. Breaks bone through skin and uses it as a shiv, only to retract it back through their skin like cat claws.

Blind! Reader friends actually know you being bratty is just a coping mechanism so they honestly don’t mind plus you say the most outrageous shit that they depict as you being dramatic. “Okay and?” Is what they always hear from you. Tim is in a similar case cause he is the closest sibling but your more of yearning type of way of annoying. “I forgot how to do it teach me again.” “Can’t you just help me in this??” “pleaseee just come with me for once” is all he hears from you.

Jason actually didn’t believe you were reading little women. So he would ask you questions which you swiftly replied he was shocked. No way you enjoy this type of stuff it’s probably an assignment for you but when does elementary students read this? Isn’t this a high school curriculum? He took a long look at you when did you change your hair? Your eyes are different they aren’t clear as before. Did you get a piercing??? Maybe you did grow up he snickered. With a mocking voice he said “Aww baby (Name) is all so smart I can finally talk to you.” You paused turn your head to him and threw a book at him it missed a centimeter of his face before you started screaming and sobbing like a baby. Maybe you didn’t grow that much a he thought.

Damian has been trying to get a jump on you for weeks after seeing you bodied that criminal. He tried doing the younger brother strategy to make you feel your older sister obligations, news flash you don’t got any. He quickly realize you’re so used to being so pampered , hidden , and babied by father you never had a single thought of taking care of someone else aside from yourself. It’s not like anyone would ever trust you to do something on your own you can’t even take care of a fish for it to live for a week but regardless he wants to play. It’s only right for you to fight with him since your siblings plus he can help you to be so much better. C’mon we’re brother and sister don’t all they wanna do is play?

Cassandra was shocked that she couldn’t startle you she concluded that your senses must be sharper than a knife. She would try to follow you around like a shadow but you always swat her away like a fly , complaining and whinning how creepy it is for her to be always there but how do you know? Who taught you? It kinda makes her her jealous of the idea someone else helped you. Since the both of you are disabled(even though she is mute and your blind which is sad you two can’t properly communicate).

When Damian made Blind! Reader intrigue by go (Aigo for the blind) he was impressed how fast you can surround him even though you just understand do the game a few minutes ago but even so he is a pro. Damian can see why his classmates finally say you two look alike cause when your focus and quite he can see himself. The was you tsk at him getting more liberties (space) or how you don’t smirk but your eyes does when you surround him and capture his stone. He can see the older sister he could have had. If only you weren’t blind.

I actually think Blind! Reader’s metal bending will be discovered by something so petty since in a previous ask I differentiate Blind!Reader’s as severely more petty , bratty , and less forgiving compared to Toph (Basically her if she was never discovered by team avatar). Like playing Go with Damian and her losing would actually cause the metal chair your sitting to bend which you fall and scream at Damian for pulling such a prank which he didn’t do. I want reader to be sorta unaware of her powers because of the pusher mentality of her being weak and babied all her life. Her strong? She can’t even fathom her being strong. She is always the Damsel not the knight in shining armor.

I am sorry this took long I really want you to know I look forward to your ask actually makes me love writing hahahaha.

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vxlenst3in · 2 days ago

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Prey to the Hound

You should know that the world is a cruel place. Enough people have told you when you were younger. Getting wasted in a bar somewhere in Penacony, with no one but the bartender around, wasn't exactly called "being careful".

tags/warnings: gallagher x fem!reader, dub-con, taking advantage of someone who is drunk, lowk ooc gallagher? ripping of clothes, mentions of alcohol, creampie, dirty talk, payment for drinks, cervix bruising, he's highkey a perv, lmk if i forgot smth

wordcount: 1.3k-ish

authors note: hiyaa! this work is a draft from kinktober last year, with the non-con/dub-con and heartbeat prompt. i let it marinate for quite a while...but i guess i finally finished it and it's ready to see the light of the world. (another draft down wooo) i appreciate any feedback or support :) as always don't like, don't read.

The quiet ambience of the usually extremely busy bar in Penacony’s Dreamscape was an unusual feeling. Only faint sounds of glasses being put down, water running and heavy footsteps could be heard. Everyone had left, besides the bartender and you. Behind almost a wall of empty glasses, once filled with all sorts of alcohol, your head was laying on the bar counter. Your hair was sprawled not only over your face, but also over the bar counter.

Gallagher, the man who had served you the entire night, was taking peaks at you every now and then. He chuckled to himself at the sight. Gallagher had to deal with drunk people every day. It was a chore at this point, but seeing such a pretty lady let herself get that wasted? Not an every day event. Seeing any human come down here was a rare occasion anyway. The monsters here didn’t really help the bar's reputation either.

“Hey Doll?” He spoke to you, as he put down the last few glasses on the drying rack. “G’nna close soon, ya know. Yer also got a tab to close out.” He took a few steps closer, while you mumbled incoherent stuff into the bar counter. You were practically drooling all over it.

The brunette pushed the endless empty glasses in front of you to the side. At the action you slightly raised your head to look at him. The once so perfect makeup smeared not only on the bar counter but also all over your face. A tiny smirk crept onto his face, at the look at your absolutely wasted face, the messy hair, the puffy lips and the rosé pink blush on your cheeks.

Has it always been this hot in this bar? Did someone turn on the heater without him knowing? Not to mention how his pants suddenly felt like they shrieked two sizes.

Jeez.

A rough hand found itself in your hair, gently pulling up your head, to reveal your entire face to him. “Oh..” He cooed. “Yer are such a mess, aren’t ya? Got so wasted, without anyone to help ya home, huh?” Glossy eyes looked up at him, a little nod accompanying them, and he swore he lost it all that exact moment. “Yer won’t be able to pay for the tab either when ya are wasted like that, right doll? How do ya plan to even make it home? Need the big man Gallagher to take care of ya, don’t ya?”

Shock consumed your body, the alcohol making every emotion feel ten times more intense. Tiny pearls of sweat now formed on your forehead. It was quite hot in this bar after all. You were barely able to keep your eyes open, and he was right. There was no way to close out your tab in this state, nor were you able to leave the bar like this. “S’ sorry…jus…close it out..tip whatever you wan..” A mere whisper, barely even audible to him, but he still chuckled. Your own hand came up to your chin to weakly support your face, his hand leaving your hair.

“And how are ya gonna make it home? Have a much better idea.” He replied while ogling at your tight dress, perfectly hugging every single inch of your body. The dim light in the bar made it stand out even more. Gallagher thought about all the ways he could rip it off you, about the colour of your underwear. Guess he is going to work overtime after all.

Your dress was all ridden up, heavy gasps and slow blinks as Gallagher’s fingers ghosted over your panties. The fabric was beyond soaked, it was practically dripping onto his thigh. The thigh he placed you on, your back tightly pressed against his chest, while his head was placed on your shoulder. Instead of just simply taking off your dress, he ripped the strings to reveal your perky breasts, bra long discarded somewhere on the bar floor. His hard on was pressed against the curve of your ass, twitching every now and then.

The ghosting of his fingers quickly turned into just ripping your panties off, before abusing the little bud that decorated your folds. You immediately threw your head back, as you inhaled his scent. A mixture of sweat and hints of alcohol. The more you squirmed, the more pressure he’d put onto your clit. “Look at her, sweetheart. She’s s’ pretty, all wet f’me. Yeah? Ya like it when i abuse her like this?” He was so nasty, so mean talking to your pussy like this.

For a split second he let go of the bud, only to slap your cunt the moment later, and going back to abusing it. Without any warning Gallagher was 3 fingers deep, and earning quiet screams and moans from you. You kicked your feet and tried to wiggle out of his grip, only for his grip to get even tighter. There was no use, in this state, you were easy prey to the hound. “Where do ya think you’re going? Ya owe me a few drinks. Need to teach a bitch a lesson, or what?” His voice was low, dangerously low. The mischievous grin on his face luckily wasn’t visible to you.

His fingers left your dripping cunt, before slightly lifting you with one arm, the other unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widened at the sight of the absolute monster below you. He was so thick, not extraordinarily long, but extremely thick. He will rip you apart for sure.

“Your heart sounds like it’s gonna pound outta your chest. What? Ya scared?” Gallagher chuckled, before smearing the precum from his tip all over his shaft. “We’re not stopping till i say so, take a deep breath sweetheart.” Two hands on your hips now, as he wasted no time sinking you onto his length. A long drawn grunt left his lips, while you were trying everything to suppress the scream stuck in your throat. It burned, and hurt. He was stretching your tight cunt like crazy.

“Aeons…You’re a tight one..” Gallagher grunted and groaned each time he bounced you down on him. Meanwhile your brain was turning even mushier, if that was even possible at this point.

His tip kept bruising your cervix over and over again, while the alcohol in your blood partially suppressed the pain. He was sure you wouldn’t remember anything of this when you woke up the next day, you were too wasted after all. And for some reason, he found no shame in taking advantage of that situation.

It didn’t take long, till his hips started to stutter, and you could feel your own honeysweet high approaching. He was calling you all sorts of filthy names, accusing you of actually liking this shit. And maybe if you hadn’t been so drunk, you would’ve been able to reply to his comments - agree or disagree. But in the end you were too weak to fight back or even speak - which is exactly what did it for him, what got him so hard in the first place.

It wasn‘t until a few thrusts later, that you could feel his semen fill you up to the brim. Your own orgasm crashing over you, while it felt like your stomach was turning inside out. Thank god, he was doing all the work, otherwise you would’ve thrown up your guts ages ago. His grunts in your ear were nasty, his musky natural scent invading your nostrils. And his dick just kept pumping his seed inside, while he held you still.

„Oh shit…“ He hissed, his voice sounding out of breath. „Ya should come here…more often…get wasted like this for me..“ His hands possessively coming up to grope your tits once again.

You could only whine in agreement, not that you understood any of it. Your body was lying lifelessly on top of his.

Hah…what a night.

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melanchoire · 2 days ago

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omg i accidentally sent this to “the queue” without finishing answering 😭 anon i had to delete your ask because it wouldn’t let me send it back to drafts but here it is 💗

cw: face–sitting, mention of alcohol and weed, stepcest, scissoring, squirting.

yujin is your cool older step–sister who has a cool life. you know, the typical cliché, attractive girl who is a social butterfly and friends with everyone, goes out partying every weekend and sleeps with half the school… but your parents don’t know the last part, and they shouldn’t!!

they trust yujin a lot because she has always shown herself to be responsible and mature. even if she may not have the highest grades, she’s still a good student who tries hard in her studies

one night your parents are going out to dinner and then going on a little trip because it’s their anniversary, so they decide to ask your lovely older sister to take care of her younger sister 🥰

but the moment your parents walk through the door, yujin grabs her phone and sends a voice note to someone saying “they have already left. you can come now.” and you look at her because you don’t understand what she’s referring to exactly, but when you hear a car park in the garage and see yujin grin as she heads to the door, you begin to understand what’s going on

yujin organizing a small party between friends that she calls a casual and quiet gathering, but just by looking at the faces and attitude of yujin’s friends you know that they aren’t the innocent or calm type

and she won’t let you go to your room. of course, she was taking care of her little sister and she had to make sure to keep her eyes on you. plus, she’s such a sweet sister that she decides to include you in her girls’ night ❤️

although this was definitely not your kind of activity that you do with your friends. i mean, girls drinking alcohol like it’s water, smoking weed and stinking up the whole place, and playing games like truth or dare or spin the bottle where all they do is kiss or do pretty suggestive things doesn’t go hand in hand with you

forcing you to play because she’s not letting you be a part of her friends’ gathering just for you to be here being a party pooper. she says she wants you to have fun, assuring you that your parents won’t find out and that sometimes it’s better to live life to the fullest

oh and everything is worse when you spin the bottle and it stops pointing at yujin. she smiles so smugly while her friends party and laugh. and of course you try to refuse to fulfill the challenge! you had to kiss your stepsister, and even if you don’t share blood ties, she’s still your sister!!

her friends sing your name and cheer you on 😭 you try to reason with yujin but she starts to approach you, crawling up to where you’re sitting on the floor and looking at you with hungry eyes and a mocking smile

“just let it flow. i know you want this as much as i do.” and she takes your face in both hands and silences you with her lips before you can say anything

and yujin was such an amazing kisser 😵‍💫 for your part, you didn’t have much experience kissing and you didn’t know what to do, so you tried to imitate yujin and her movements. and she definitely loves how messy and sloppy the kiss is getting!! moaning against your lips and nibbling on your bottom lip between her teeth, smirking victoriously against your lips when she manages to make you moan against her swollen lips and she takes the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth and lose even more control…

and when she pulls away, her ego boosts at the sight of you all agitated and out of breath, lips swollen from the kiss and bites she was giving you the whole time. her friends just laugh and cheer yujin on, teasing her and joking around with each other, but she only has her eyes on you, leaning in to give you a soft, quick peck on your lips

she doesn’t stop there. you thought it was just something your sister did during a fun night out with her friends, but you were wrong! even with your parents present in your face, she keeps giving you suggestive looks and certain behavior towards you, the tension was so big between the two of you that you were nervous, feeling that maybe your parents might get suspicious… but no! they were oblivious to this, thinking it was just yujin’s usual playful behavior and your shyness

messy makeout sessions with yujin? messy makeout sessions with yujin! she drags you into her room or into yours, rushing to push you onto the bed and climb on top of you or making you sit on her lap. messy, sloppy kisses where there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips when you two part, hands on each other which includes groping or grabbing touching anywhere and everywhere, or even her having her hands in your hair to pull at your locks and control the kiss in all areas + yujin is the type who pushes her knee between your legs and presses against your cunt, smiling into the kiss when you whine against her lips and unconsciously move your hips against her leg

and she loves having you as her little personal toy with which she can satisfy her needs. sitting on your face and riding your face for hours until she’s finally satisfied, enjoying watching your shiny, innocent eyes give her sweet glances while your inexperienced mouth works on her pussy, but don’t worry! yujin will ride your face as long as it takes until you’re a complete pussy devouring expert

she would even guide your hands to her ass and place hers on top of yours to hold them there, encouraging you to touch her because i know she’s the type of girl who enjoys getting her ass slapped while she's being eaten out

she also grabs her own tits and pinches her nipples between her fingers because she needs hands on her everywhere. at one point she grabs the headboard of the bed with both hands in a death grip, dropping her head back and moaning as she moves her hips against your mouth because she’s getting closer and closer

“that’s it, baby. keep going like that. make your big sis feel good.”

yujin cumming with a loud moan, squirting all over your face 😵‍💫 she enjoys watching you swallow it all without her even having to tell you anything about it, watching you even clean up the remaining juices left on her inner thighs

and she of course has to reward you for being a good girl for her! the way? rubbing her pussy against yours and having the messiest, sweatiest lesbian sex possible 🥰

she loves having you under her, positioning herself between your legs so that her pussy lines up with yours, holding one of your legs over her shoulder and hugging it against her chest while she takes care of fucking her pussy against yours 🥴 leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, pushing the leg she was holding over her shoulder against your chest, managing to grind her pussy and rub her clit against yours in such a delicious way that it was driving you crazy

“stay like this, baby sis. let me take care of this sweet cunt.”

and yujin no longer has to worry about meeting new people or going on dates to get a good fuck, because she knows that when she comes home, she has a cute doll that she can play with whenever she wants

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hyperfixatorofweirdthings · 23 hours ago

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My take on a "You save all the toys" fanfic (Part 2)

Chapter 2: A story about the reader (you) is shared

As you watch the toys eat you feel a hand touch your shoulder. You turn around and to your surprise see Kissy Missy. Poppy was no where to be found but you assumed she was eating or walking around. Kissy Missy hands you a small notepad with a message written in a sloppy childish manner: Aren't you gonna eat? The question hit you hard, you knew everyone was gonna ask you. You look at Kissy her usual smile on her face. You take a minute to reply, going over your words carefully in your head before saying, "I'll find something later you don't gotta worry about me Kissy." She gives you a look, almost... suspicious but walks away to go join the others.

As you slowly cleaned up after each toy that finished eating more toys realized you hadn't eaten since they have been up. Some younger ones assumed you ate before they were up. Others knew you better than that. Dogday walks up to you Doey slightly behind. You groan knowing you were about to be lectured. Doeys face was easy to read. He had that same expression he gave you when you suggested leaving the facility. Dogday had his usual smile but his eyes held concern. Dogday walks up to you his arms crossed as he looks you up and down stopping at your bloody leg. The blood had soaked through the bandage, you let out a curse. "LANGUAGE!" Doey and Dogday say at the same time. You drag a hand down your face as you go to walk away and clean up your now very much bleeding scratch. But Doey grabs you and sits you down firmly on a chair.

You cross your arms like a little kid. You hated being treated like a kid. You were 18 now. You practically have been an adult since you were 9. You were about to imply this before realizing it would just bring a whole lot of questions you didn't wanna answer right now. So you cut it down to the fact you were an adult. "I'm 18 I'm not some scared and hurt 9 year old, guys." Neither respond for a moment just staring at your leg. Doey pats Dogday on the shoulder they lock eyes as if having a whole conversation before he walks away. Dogday turns back to you not sure what to say. You instead take the lead. "I survived the freaking prototype don't you think I can handle a scratch?" Dogday shakes his head before pressing, "You BARELY survived had it not been for Doey you would have been...gone." You shrug, knowing very well Doey was the only reason you sat here today.

You try to get up again before Dogday grabs you pulling you back in the chair. You realize Doey wanted Dogday to keep you there. You look Dogday deep in his eyes. Having a determined look on your face. He adjusted himself prepared for whatever you decided to pull. But instead you grab your phone from your pocket and looked at the time, "10:00" how was it already ten!? You hadn't realized you'd been up so long. The second you noticed this it almost seemed like your body wanted to turn off. You were exhausted and sleep deprived. But you pushed yourself to stay awake. You sit cross armed staring at Dogday before you hear Doey. "Hiya, pal come over here, let's fix you up." You see the medic looking at your leg with a look of horror and Doey giving you his smile. You get up slowly before wobbling and almost falling. You felt like a toddler learning how to walk, this thought made you angrier. Your face set in stubborn determination.

You eventually make your way over to medic, still horrified. Doey had found a medkit in the bathroom and handed it to medic as he continued to stare at your leg. All of Doey was worried about you. You looked..awful. you glance at Doey as the medic deals with your wound. You lock eyes as he quickly looks away. You couldn't help but let a chuckle escape you. You couldn't tell if he was scared of you or just didn't wanna feel like he was staring, either way you still found it funny. You realize how awful that must sound as you turn your head and look down at your lap. You felt a sting of pain go up your leg as you yelp. You look at the medic who was sewing up your leg, it was worse than you thought.

He glared up at you, he was not happy you didn't come to him sooner. You could've gotten an infection. You smile nervously down at him as he shook his head and kept working. He eventually sews your leg up nicely and wraps it in a sort of cast/bandage to make sure it can't bleed and can't be touched. He pats your leg before saying, "Next time come to me I can patch you up quickly ok?" You smile, "Thanks, and yeah next time I'll come by." He walks (rolls?) away before you stand up. You grab your crutch you had set next to you as you stood up wobbly. All the toys seemed to stop playing as they stared at you. You suck in a breath. You hated being stared at, being watched. But you make sure to hide the fear on your face as you hobble over to your room. Everyone seemed to go back to what they were doing. You let a sigh of relief out.

You sat on your bed staring at a picture of your parents a frown clear on your face. You hear someone knock on your door and jump slightly almost throwing your phone across the room. You turn you phone off and are shoving it in your pocket when Dogday walks in. He notices you putting your phone in your pocket when his eyes travel. On your bedside table he notices a picture of two adults, a mom and dad with a small child. The kid couldn't have been older than 10. He looks at you, the resemblance from you to the kid was funny. That's when it hit him. It is you! He couldn't help but wonder where your parents were now. He thought he should ask you about it but before he could even muster up the courage you look up at him. You tilt your head slightly wondering what he needs. He notices and is drawn out of his thoughts as he looks at you.

"Doey told me to come check on you. He would've but..." He let a giggle come out before continuing "he's a bit preoccupied." Another giggle escapes him. You wonder what was so funny so you decide to get up. Dogday knows exactly what your doing and leads the way. You eventually walk put to the living room. Laughter takes over. You see Doey laying on the floor colored marks and small pictures covering his whole body. He gives you a sharp "I'll kill you" look as you kept laughing. You then say, "What you could find the colors but not the paper?"

He let's a groan escape him before a smiling critter hits him for doing so, "You're gonna mess me up stay still!" You laugh harder than before at the situation he was in. The Crafycorn who had hit him really focused on what she was drawing. You walk closer getting a better look at the drawings covering him. Kevin was just completely shocked by them coloring on him, all they said was for him to lay down. He was slightly annoyed but let them continue to do it. Matthew thought it was the sweetest thing ever laying completely still so as not to mess them up. Jackie couldn't help but let giggles escape him as it did tickle slightly.

You continued to look over all the colorful pictures most being self portraits or pictures of you or even Doey. You smiled everytime you saw one of yourself. The Craftycorn stands up admiring her work before gesturing for you to come over you look at her art. Immediately you fell apart as ifna button was pressed. It was of everyone. Doey, you, Kissy, Dogday, Poppy, and every other toy here. You take your phone out taking a picture. At first everyone was confused what you were doing, you realized these kids hadn't seen newer technology. You couldn't help but be confused how Play Co had the tech to turn kids into toys but not mobile phones. You shrug it off as you explain what it is. You then move back taking a picture of Doey on the floor. He couldn't help but gasp as he realized what you did.

"Did you just do what I think you did.." He says sharply. You give him a playful shrug, "Maybe." He sits up when everyone backed away from him. He turns around looking at you. "Sooo you think it's so funny I got colored on?" You giggle slightly as Kevin shone through, "Maybe a little.." He stands slowly as you back away, not because you are necessarily scared but because he needed the space. You back up so far you run into Dogday. You turn around and apologize. He accepts your apology as he continues to back up with you. It's hard to tell what Doey will do.

You had your phone in your hand still. You tucked it into your back pocket before stopping and looking at Doey. He was looking at you a mischievous look on his face. He starts reaching his hands for you covered in green, blue, purple, and more colorful marks. You realize what he's trying to do and squeak. " Hey..hey..now. Come on Doey how about I answer some questions instead? Yeah does that sound good? ANY question you have I'll answer!" You say it a sort of squeak to your voice.

He thinks for a minute deciding whether or not he should. "Any question?" You sigh, " You get one question." He gathers the toys around him whispering on what question they should ask you. Some say they should ask your favorite color or animal, but you'd answer those anyway. So they dig deeper. Before deciding on their question. "How was your childhood?" Everyone was burning to know this but never had an appropriate time to ask.

Your face changes from relief to pure terror. Your heart starts hammering against your chest, but you had to answer it, you promised and everyone was waiting. You breath in and out slowly, trying to calm yourself. You start talking softly but loud enough for everyone to hear you. "What about my childhood are you guys curious about?" They ponder this for a minute before deciding, "What your family was like?" You shake your head before responding, "My dad passed away when I was.." You take a shakey breath before continuing, Doey was starting to worry they were pushing you to far giving you a concerned look. You shake your head pushing yourself to keep going. "...he passed away when I was 9. My mom fell into a deep depression, she passed away just last year. That's the reason I even went to the factory, I didn't have much left." You pause looking at everyone's face. Lots of the toys had broken expressions, they didn't expect that coming from their parent figure who had taken care of them so long. Doey seemed the most torn about it. You stare at him for a moment seeing the regret slowly grow on his face.

You walk over to him before placing a hand on his shoulder. Which is harder than it sounds because he's about 2-3ft taller than you. He looks down at you his normal smile a frown. You frown back at him wondering what was going on inside him little did you know. Kevin felt awful he couldn't stop blaming himself, he didn't know what to do. Matthew was thinking of saying they were sorry but he didn't have the guts to do it. Jackie was just sad, he never knew you were an orphan and dealt with so much.

You decide to speak up, "Hey buddy it's fine you all were bound to ask eventually." You give him a big smile of reassurance, before you continue, "Ya know I feel a lot better now that I told you all." This was true you felt like a rock was lifted from your back making your load easier to handle.

He looked down at you expressionless. You stay there for a little longer not yet wanting to walk away. He didn't say anything so your smile disappears. You hang your head as you walk away. You decide to tell the other toys/kids you were fine, really. Poppy came up to you and said she was sorry, sorry for everything. You gave her a smile before patting her on the head before she walked back to Kissy.

Dogday makes his way over to you a sad look in his eyes. "Hey Angel, I just wanted to check how you were doing?" You think for a minute before speaking, "I'm fine Dogday thanks for the concern." You try to get the other toys to get back to playing bringing out old toys you used to play with, you lightened the room quickly. Doey was still in the same spot, you started to worry about him you walk over to him before hugging him. He's shocked at first but hugs you back. He almost let tears slip from his eyes. Almost.

You look up at him as he looked down at you. His normal smile was back. You couldn't help but smile as well. You untangle yourself from him before letting out a grumble. "Hmm what's wrong Angel?" You tried to keep your smile painted on your face but it flickered dangerously. "I gotta go to the store all my food is bad or not enough for full meals." Doey gives you a scared look, you start talking quicker this time. "No no no! Doey it's fine I won't be gone long! I just need you and Dogday to keep everyone else busy while I'm gone. I'll be quick I promise!"

His look of fear is still clear on his face as he looks at you. "Fine. But if you aren't back in 3 hours we will be coming to find you." He says hastily. You chuckle "How about you just call me?" You point towards a phone on the table. You grab a sticky note writing your number down on it. "If you are worried about me. Or need me just call me using this number with this phone. Ok?" He shook his head reluctant to let you leave but knew you had to. You walk away going to your room to get ready. You didn't exactly need the crutch anymore you just had to walk slower than before. Once you were ready you walked out the door. You assume the toys will be fine, right?

#Poppy playtime x reader #Poppy playtime fanfic #Doey fanfic #Doey the doughman #Kissy Missy #Dogday

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zethsnex · 2 days ago

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A'ight, giving this to y'all now before I lose interest.

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“He’s staying with me, and that’s that. I don’t want to hear more about it.”

Dream stared at the older elytra, wings spread out shielding him from the rest of the server, Techno helping him to keep himself standing.

The prison break had gone a little sideways, Sam almost took Ranboo’s life and took both him and Techno back into their former cell. Phil had intervened just in time to incapacitate the warden long enough for them to put some distance between them and the creeper hybrid.

Sir- Quackity had been the first to shout at them, for the younger elytra to turn himself in so everyone could be safe from him. His eyes kept staring at jet-black wings, the right one still healing, tattered feathers fluttering in the wind, his own wings twitched, they itched in so many places and stung in parts where the warden had stabbed hooks into them to keep him in one place after the piglin hybrid had escaped.

The discussion Philza and Techno were having with the rest of the server passed in a blur, he remembered seeing Puffy’s and Sapnap’s faces contorting into bewilderment, all his gaping wounds and purple scars. Then the next thing he remembered was being put on top of a horse and getting away from the main area of the server, on their way to the tundra.

His body fell limb against the pigling, eyes closing against his will, exhaustion taking over him the closer they got to the cabins.

-o0o-

When he woke up he noticed two things. The first, he was laying in a soft, comfortable bed. The second, it wasn’t a bed but a nest.

His eyes opened immediately, wide and looking at everything around him that was, both strange and familiar. It was obvious he wasn’t in Pandora, there was no snow in there, or the warmth of a fireplace close to the room he had been sleeping in.

There were bookshelves with tomes that looked old enough to be at least a century old or so. Plants on pots hanging off the ceiling, some with its vines cascading down a few inches from the bottom of the pot. His hands grasped at the sheets underneath him, soft and warm, lots of pillows and a couple of his feathers scattered around from his initial panic, but something told him this wasn’t something just made to keep him comfortable or calm.

Sure, he’d told Techno he found comfort in nests instead of beds, all due his heritage and whatnot. He used to share a nest with Sapnap when they were younger, even thought of inviting George to sleep with them in it. But Techno didn’t have wings, much less black feathered wings.

Tucked between pillows and sheets, black feathers stuck out between the velvet fabrics, a stark contrast against white feathers.

Against his better judgment he took a deep breath, the older elytra’s scent filling his head and making something in him trill with a feeling he couldn’t describe yet, it made his body go lax on the nest, instincts kicking in and letting him know he was safe, the nest he was allowed to be in was safe and a privilege to be in.

“Someone looks comfortable.”

Dream sat up again, his head snapping to the side to look at the owner of the nest he’d been laying in. The knowing smirk on Phil’s lips made heat rise up to the younger blond’s cheeks instantly. “‘M sorry ‘bout that-“

“Don’t apologize, mate. You looked exhausted when I put you down on the nest, but more relaxed than when we tried laying you in bed again.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, we did it first to bandage everything that needed it.” A black talon pointed all over his body, showing all the white bandages wrapping up his injuries, some gauze taped on areas that were more complicated to bandage, and some small stitches here and there, “You smacked the shit out of us with those wings of yours when we tried to put you down after fitting you in new clothes.”

Dream felt his cheeks warmer than a few moments before, it was quite funny imagining the way the two men had struggled against his reactive wings and unconscious body. Yet, embarrassment still seemed to linger for more than he’d like.

“You must be hungry mate, so I’m bringing you some broth, alright? Yell if you need anything!”

Before Phil disappeared through the door, Dream hummed his answer, giving a slight nod to the older man.

Soon enough, he found himself laying down on the nest, head emptying all thoughts he could have had, letting the feeling of safety take over and pull him under. He could feel a happy trill resonating in his throat, his eyes closed as he tried to get the scent of the nest on him.

He was so lost in his mind that he didn’t notice the way two figures were looking at him with warm and knowing smiles.

#c!dream #c!philza #c!techno #dreamnoblade #dnb #techza #dreamza #dreamzablade #just a small snack #they'll be a throuple #i swear

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ray935sworld · 3 days ago

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Child of divorce drabble

feat. Rosquez, Pedro & David like brothers

Based on this post, for @motomamithings <3

P14.

David told himself that it wasn't that bad. That it was just testing, that he had started slowly and that it wasn't that big a of a deal. He had to get used to get home, understand it, realize the difference and adapt. There was no room for a time attack.

He tried to convince himself that it wasn't necessary to be in the top 10 right now. He still had time. He could still improve. Tomorrow was a new day and he really didn't had much time on the bike yet.

He really wanted to make his father proud though.

With that thought he let himself fall on his bed, his face burried in the pillows, letting out a groan. "Fuck" he cursed.

P14.

It was still hanging over his head. P14.

He really didn't want to spend too much time thinking about it, worrying what others thought. It wasn't like he cared. He grew up, being watched, having news article about 'how Marc Marquezs son was doing in young career'. He learned to not care. He was sure there were already people checking his testing times wondering how the son of legends didn't even make it in the top 10. 14th from 15 riders.

"Fucking fuck fuck" It just wasn't good enough. He had to improve. He had to be better. He had to make his papa and his dad proud. He knew he could do it. He knew he could make them proud and follow in their footsteps. Maybe not the same number of championships but just not get completely humiliated while trying.

And after all he already had a championship. He was a world champion and they had been so proud of him. He wanted to make him that proud again. And P14 wasn't excatly the way to do so.

"Ey!" he heard a familiar voice. He didn't need to turn around to know that Pedro had entered. "The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Fuck off" he shot back, not meaning it. "Don't you have motogp stuff to do?" "I do. But some annoying little kid dragged me here for - what was it? - ah. emotional support" "OH please. You basically followed me" he replied with a grin. He was happy that his pseudo brother had went with him to his testing.

"Only cause I knew you need me. So spit it out, fucker. What's wrong?" Pedro leaned on the wardrobe that was standing with a small gap to the bed. He sat on the ground looking at David on eye level. David looked at him. The two boys just stared at each other for a few moments.

"I'm P14" "I know" "That's not good." "And? It's just testing. Who gives a fuck?" "I do! What if I'm stuck in P14 in moto2 forever!" he babbled away, letting every thought in his head outside. "What if Moto3 was my best season? What if I disappoint my papa and-" "Woah woah, did you fall of your bike and lose a couple of your braincells in the gravel? Do I need to get a shovel to get them back?"

"To get my braincells back you'd have to know what braincells look like. That's a problem in your case." Pedro's eyes went wide as he realized that David meant that he had no idea what braincells look like cause he had none. The younger brother just chuckled as he watched the face he pulled.

"You know I'm here to support you. Cheer you up. And that's how I'm treated!" he replied, fake offend in his voice. David laughed at that. He knew they were just biting at each other for the fun of it.

"You know, you sound like uncle Jorge when you're getting all 'oooh poor me'" David commented. "Ah, well he is my dad so - and you're getting all depressed like uncle Vale when you're crying about P14 on your first day of testing. FIRST. TESTING." "I know" he sighed and dramatically flipped over, staring at the ceiling. "But I wanna be better than P14!"

"Aaaaaand there is uncle Marc! Serious stop coping your dad's behaviors. That's weird as fuck." "Well they are my dads so-" "Fuck off" Pedro replied as he rolled his eyes. David just laughed.

"But for real - why are you worried?" "I'm worried I'll disappoint papa" he said with a shrug. He meant it and David knew that. The two basically grew up together. Pedro knew first hand how close the bond between David and Marc was. He knew how much it meant to David to make his papa, who had to sacrifice a lot to raise him - partially alone -, proud.

"Seriously? Have you met your dad?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure you could be a unsuccessful drug dealer and he'd be proud of you" "But I want to give him a reason to be proud of me! I can't let him down" "You're not, fucking hell, David. Come on. You're the baby goat. You got this." "P14, Pedro. P14." "In testing."

"Okay so how can I improve?" he asked looking at Pedro. The older boy just shrugged. "I watched a few of your laps" he replied now more serious. The two had always had their heads together arguing about racing and strategies and forms. That hadn't changed. "I have a few ideas but what did your dads say? He gave you tips too, no?"

"I ehm... I haven't called him yet" "What?! Why? We always call after riding" It was a tradition set in stone, even when it were their parents riding. They always called their kids or at least texted them after they got of the bike. And when the kids got on the bikes they did the same.

"I know. I just... I haven't checked my phone yet. P14 is shit. I want to do better and I didn't really want to know papa's reaction yet"

"His reaction?" Pedro laughed. "What? He probably sent you a funny encouraging picture. So stop whining and call your dad. He's probably chewing his nails off why you haven't reached out yet. You know how they are, always acting like they weren't the same."

David nodded. But he felt guilt that he hadn't even checked his texted. He had never gone in debrief and take a shower without at least sending his papa a thumbs up that he made it safely through everything. It meant no headache. No dizzyness. Nothing to worry about. No invisible problem.

"Remember how dad chewed my head off when I didn't immediately call after I had that bad crash?" Pedro asked, remembering his motogp rookie season. "And uncle Jorge told you off for scaring uncle Dani when he was the one nearly going insane?" "EXCATLY! See! So call your papa, get some comfort and then pull your shit together, we're getting you in the tops quicker then you can say think."

David smiled at him. And when Pedro said it like that, there was no way he was lying, right? It had to be true.

He dialed his papa's number only to be greeted with a clearly realized sign. "David, baby, there you are. Are you okay? The session ended 30mins ago. Did something happen? We're you not feeling alright?" "No, no, I'm fine papa. I'm really okay, don't worry" he quickly said

"But you didn't respond to my texts! I was worried. You never not-" David closed his eyes, prepared to listen to what followed when another voice came through and interrupted his papa.

"Marc, my love" Vale intervened and David couldn't help but smile hearing his dad's voice, soft, as always when he was telling him off. "He's okay. He just didn't thought about texting after a day like that. Come on, let him be. We always had our heads elsewhere."

"But - I was worried" Marc tried to argue. He was looking at his husband with a pleading look. He had to understand. "I know. But he didn't crash and there was no reason to think he wasn't okay." "Yes but... I... He's our baby." he added softly, covering the phone in hope David wouldn't hear. He knew how his son hated when he treated him like that. But he couldn't help himself. David was their child, their baby. And Marc would do anything to protect him.

"He is" The Italian agreed. He was just as worried as Marc was but after seeing the academy kids grow, fall, get up, get hurt, get better, leave one operation room after the other, take pain killers like smarties and smile through the pain, he had learned to appreciate every time he didn't need to worry about his children. Especially David.

"And he's somehow soon turning 19. Don't chew his head of for not immediately texting his parents when he was working. Okay?" Marc huffed, clearly not wanting to agree. He hated not being to be there with David but he knew he had to stay away for some moments. He had to let David figure it out himself. He had to let him have room to breath, no matter how nervous and anxious he got when he wasn't right there on his side.

"Okay." he agreed.

"David?" he asked. "Yeah?" his son said, showing he was still on the line. "I'm glad your okay. You did a very good job today. I'm very proud of you. We are very proud of you." "Yes bambino" Vale chimed in. "You were doing fantastic. And don't worry about P14, it's just testing. Just focus on getting used to the bike"

David smiled, wondering how even when they weren't there, they still seemed. To be able to read his mind. "Yeah. Thank you"

#I hope you like it :)#motogp #marc marquez #valentino rossi #ray's writing #motogp rpf #rosquez #david alonso #pedro acosta #Child of divorce AU

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nobodybetterlookatme · 4 months ago

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how are you feeling today? did you make it through unscathed?

Yeah I definitely didn't 😭 I've been hella congested all day and I definitely have a cough, but it's more bc my throat is bugging me than anything. I don't think I technically have a fever, my temp's just slightly elevated from where it normally is. It's fucking miserable bc I can't breathe through my nose and the damn thing fucking hurts, and I'm kinda uncomfortable and a little achy, but other than that I'm mostly just tired and a little hazy and generally just don't feel great, so I'm not dying like my partner was lmao. But yeah, all this to say that I'm fucking pissed at him and I literally feel like a goddamn plague rat 😭😭

#not snz #i fucking hate it here #I've sneezed a few times but not much #mainly just coughing #super sniffly tho #also i did go hang out with him just so i could bitch at him lmao #also i feel fucking disgusting and i was sad being in my room #like i don't want anyone to perceive me #like i was almost never sick when i was younger and if i was no i wasn't unless it was bad #but times have changed 😔#so no more going out and doing things while being either maybe or definitely sick 😔#thank god honestly but i still don't want people to Know #like don't fucking look at me let me rot in my hole and die alone #but i didn't wanna be alone apparently like i was very sad about the thought for some reason smh #so yeah we literally just hung out in the car #lowered the seats and had blankets and pillows and shit so it was kinda chill #and he bought food from a couple different places bc it's his fucking fault and he's trying to buy my forgiveness lmao #various soups and mac and cheeses and the general concensus was that they'd probably be good if we could taste them better 😭#some of them tho the texture was just not it like even a great taste couldn't save them imo #also there's a boba place that makes hot teas also so we went there a few times #ordered in advance masks on obviously so we were only in there for like a minute just to grab everything #like we were being as careful as we could #also he's like mostly feeling better like his fever broke apparently #he still sounds fucking gross tho lmao like his voice is shot and he still has a pretty bad cough #and now I'm like fucking whatever we both have the same gross ass fucking disease so it's fine i guess #but i still kept glaring at him as a first reaction whenever he decided to be symptomatic lmao #but i wasn't pressing myself against the window trying to escape so progress lmaoooo #anyway it was a chill day i guess like we were just hanging and making sure the other person wasn't dying lmao #I'm at home now and took a hot ass shower and my eyes hurt and I'm tired so it's probably bedtime lmao

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x-crowmancer-x · 9 months ago

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then they Morbed all over each other. the end.

#ah yes the Morbius phase #i watched morbius like 5 times in a week cuz i got a copy of the whole movie that could be sent on discord #it was so crunchy lmao #unfortunately lost that when the computer died by virus #and i cant find it where i thought i passed it around so #rip pirated morbius copy that could be sent through discord #maybe we'll meet again someday #i cant believe morbius exists like fr #i love it so much ironically like dude he morbed and punched his best friend with the force of bats #like fuck jared leto tho he like actually runs a cult and i feel like no one talks about it?#no seriously look it up its so super sketchy and preys on younger female fans its crazy this guy can still get roles #also hes just not a very good person #hes stepped on a good amount of people's boundaries while on set and it was just really weird and bleggh #every scene with that guy was like 10x better #crowmancerx #digital drawing #doodles out of context #morbius #its morbin time #fuck! it was Matt Smith sorry!!!#names are hard!#i knew it was one of the guys who played The Doctor but aaggsvd i was wrong #sorry Matt Smith your scenes were the best

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uchiha-gaeshi · 1 month ago

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Remembering how I went from Child of God™️ with the strength to resist Wordly Temptations to a hardcore agnostic within a year.

#cw: homophobia #it’s kinda insane when I think about it. I was a goody two shoes who behaved and you recite Bible verses from memory in Sunday school #but it took one (1) death of a loved one for me to drop the faith #it’s surprising because I swear I’m probably the only no religious person among the second gen Ghanaians that I know #I hate admitting this but when I was younger I uncritically took in everything in the religion including the bigotry #I remember when I was like 9 or 10 a girl was talking about how being gay wasn’t wrong and I literally got out a Bible #and opened to Leviticus #idk what was going on in m head despite the fact that my parents were always talking about how sinful America/the West is #and I just took it in since they were the adults in my life and they knew best #idk am I the only one here? it seems like my childhood was way more religious than I thought but idk. I guess it depends on what circles #im in. I pretty much lived and breathed the Bible as a young child. I went to a religious private school in kindergarten and grade one where #I think I had to recite memory verses every week or so? add to that going to church every Sunday and my family taking part in in person or #phone conference prayer meetings at least once a week. I think this is very normal for West Africans but I don’t think re the case for many #Christians in the west (if we exclude evangelicals)#I was often praised for being a quiet and obedient child #but idk how I was really like as a kid. besides my mum the only two other people who knew me well during that time have passed.#and my dad was working overseas back then. I do know that my childhood friend said that I was a little bitch so….#I went to a predominantly white public school when I was eight but still had the notion that being an ardent Christian was Better #I still made friends though but I don’t quite remember how I navigated religious differences as an 8 yr old #things might have taken a different trajectory if my parents didn’t then decide to enroll me in a catholic school for middle school #it was surprisingly (or not really given that it was middle school) here that I first heard of…what was it again?#two girls one cup #look it up at your own risk if you don’t know what I’m talking about #among other things. 12 yr old me was appalled that ostensibly Christian kids would partake in such sinful (and frankly gross) activities. I #was even more appalled at the fact that girls where planning out when they would lose their virginity (they planned on doing it in high #school to be fair). to say that I was judgy would be an understatement #and this is totally ignoring my search history of naked women. but I didn’t consider myself lgbt because my feelings towards women fell #*were…not pure. and thus wrong creepy and gross. I would be no better than the boys in my class who would make disgusting comments about #girls’ bodies. and besides it was sinful #to be continued

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sugoroo · 5 months ago

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TRADING CARDS!

ʚɞ summary: toji’s in need of some cash, and you’re in need of having your cherry popped! he’ll take your v card if you lend him your credit card. simple, right?

warnings: fem!reader, penetration (p in v), breast play, tummy bulge, squirting, loss of virginity (reader), fingering, oral (f receiving), age gap (reader just finished college), tojis a bit of a perv, 18+ minors dni.

wc: 7.2k

"hey, doll?" toji grunts as he pokes his head into your room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he shoots you a slightly apologetic grin. "i'm gonna need ya to cover my half of the rent again this month."

you look up from your phone, your lips pulling down into a small frown at his words. this isn't the first time this has happened, and it certainly won't be the last, either. "seriously, toji?"

toji simply gives you a noncommittal shrug in response, turning the pockets of his sweatpants inside out as if to further prove his point — there wasn't a single cent in sight. "i ain't got nothin', sweets. hardly been able to buy food these last few days."

you roll your eyes, letting out a soft huff at his not-so-subtle attempt to make you feel bad for him (which almost always worked, and he knew it.) "fine. but you better come through next month. i can't keep covering you."

he lets out a sigh of relief, reaching out to ruffle your hair with one his large hands. "yeah yeah, i'll pay up next time. promise." he was lying through his teeth, and you both knew it. but you chose not to comment on it — maybe a small part of you wanted to keep toji as your roommate, even if you had to pay his rent half the time.

toji heads back out into the living room to lazily slump across the couch, leaving you to your own thoughts.

it was really starting to grate on your nerves how much you had to support him. he's a fully grown man, and you're a young girl fresh out of college. and yet, somehow, you ended up being the one paying his bills with the leftover money from your summer job.

and maybe it wouldn't bother you so much, if you weren't so constantly pent up.

college was supposed to be your time to shine, where you'd attend countless parties and have meaningless hookups with guys in bathrooms, just like all the movies you watched when you were younger.

but it wasn't really like that. and as much as you loathe to admit it, you're still a virgin. with only your own feeble fingers to keep you company, you can probably count on one hand the amount of orgasms you've had in your life.

and that's when you have an idea.

it's just like trading cards — toji takes your v card, and in return, you lend him your credit card.

it's shameless, and you might've felt embarrassed with yourself for even coming up with it if you weren't in dire need of releasing some tension.

and if toji's as desperate for money as he makes out like he is, maybe he wouldn't mind agreeing to your little proposition.

the only catch in your genius idea is that you actually have to ask toji about it.

you've been lingering outside his bedroom door for what feels like hours, trying to figure out how to actually phrase your proposal without making a complete fool of yourself.

but just as you timidly raise a fist to knock, the door swings open, and toji walks right into you, causing you to collide face first with his toned chest. you barely register the two strong hands that rest over your shoulders to steady you, your mind suddenly laser focused on the way your cheek is squished between his pecs.

"oops. sorry, doll," toji chuckles heartily, moving one of his hands from your shoulder to gently grasp your hair and pull your now noticeably flushed face away from his chest. "didn't see ya there."

"n-no, it's my fault." you manage to stammer out, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain your composure. shit, you hadn't even asked him yet, and you were already a mess.

he raises a thick eyebrow at your skittish demeanour, his hand leaving your hair to teasingly poke at one of your adorably pink cheeks. "aww, what's this? you blushin'?"

you try and shoot him a glare, but it looks more like a pout than anything else as you meekly swat his hand away from your face. "shut up, toji. you're the one who walked right into me."

he lets out a deep, amused chortle at this, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at you with a lazy smirk. "right. and you're the one who was lingering outside my door like a creeper."

you let out an embarrassed huff at his rebuttal, knowing there's no way to deny it now. you take another deep breath, idly wringing your hands as you crane your neck to look up at him. "yeah. about that. i, um, i wanted to ask you something."

toji cocks his head to the side, his expression turning mildly curious. "oh? what could you possibly want to ask this old man, hm?" he grunts, your little nervous fidgets not going unnoticed by him.

"w-well, i, um..." you begin, your features twisting up into a grimace as you struggle to get the words out. damn it, you were already cursing your past self for thinking this was a good idea. "i have a proposition for you."

this seems to pique the dark-haired man's interest, and he straightens his back slightly, reaching up with a large hand to scratch his chin. "what kind of proposition are we talkin', sweets?"

you swallow thickly at the way he puts such emphasis on the word proposition, as if he already knows exactly what you're thinking. but of course he doesn't — how could he?

"the kind of proposition where i lend you my credit card to help with your little... money problem," you begin, fighting to keep your voice as steady as possible. "and in return, you..."

toji's eyebrows raise even higher at your words, and he lets out a grunt of irritation when you trail off at the end of your sentence. "in return i what? use your words, doll."

"and in return, you..." you repeat quietly, your voice becoming consistently quieter until the last few words come out as a mere whisper. "help me lose my virginity."

the silence that follows your words is absolutely deafening, the only noise being the faint sounds of cars passing by the road outside the apartment.

you immediately start thinking of ways to salvage the situation, maybe just laugh it off and say it was a prank or something. it's a flimsy excuse, but it's better than this painful silence.

just as you open your mouth in an attempt to backtrack, toji grasps your chin in one large hand, effectively shutting you up with the movement. "you're a damn virgin?" he rasps out, turning your flushed face from side to side as if examining it would help him find the answer.

"u-uh, yeah," you mutter sheepishly, shrinking in on yourself slightly under the sudden intensity of his gaze. "why do you sound so surprised?"

toji barks out an almost incredulous laugh, as if you were utterly ridiculous for even asking such a thing. "seriously?" he huffs, shaking his head. "you're a fine little thing. figured ya would've had guys linin' up around the block for ya at college."

your eyes widen almost comically at his words, your mouth opening and closing a few times as you try to form a coherent response. you never expected your considerably older, rough around the edges roommate to actually find you attractive. "i-is that a yes, then?"

he scoffs loudly at this, repeating your words back to you in a mocking tone. "how the hell do ya expect me to say no to that?" he mutters, the pad of his thumb skimming across your jaw. "i've done worse deals for a whole lot less."

you let out a long sigh of relief, some of the tension leaving your shoulders at his agreement. the hardest part was out the way — you'd managed to get him on board.

"hey." toji grunts, his hand on your chin squeezing hard enough to get your attention as he angles it higher, tearing you from your thoughts. "look at me when we're talkin', girl."

your eyes widen even further at his sudden commanding tone, your thighs instinctively pressing together slightly beneath your skirt. the reaction doesn't go unnoticed by toji, but he doesn't comment on it, simply filing the information away for later.

"ya sure this is what y'want, sweets?" toji asks, his voice barely above a low mutter as he leans his head down closer to your level, his hot breaths just barely puffing across your face as he seemingly searches for any signs of hesitance. "once it's done there ain't no goin' back."

"i... i know." you gulp, vaguely aware of the way his dark eyes follow the gentle bobbing of your throat. "i wouldn't have asked if i didn't want this."

he hums, appearing satisfied with your answer. his thumb moves from your jaw to the plump skin of your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it snap back into place. "how long do i get ya credit card for?"

"how long?" you repeat, blinking a few times. you hadn't even thought about that. and it was becoming quite hard to focus with the way he was toying with your lip. "um... twenty four hours."

toji grunts in acknowledgement, but his lips start to spread into a mischievous grin, and you can tell he's not going to make this easy for you. "nah. forty eight."

you let out an indignant huff, your eyes narrowing at the audacity of this man. two whole days? he was probably planning on bankrupting you at this rate. "thirty six." you counter.

he lets out a hearty laugh, his chest visibly rumbling with amusement at your haggling. his thumb traces over your lip again, causing you to let out a shuddering breath. "mm. ya got y'erself a deal there, dollface."

"good." you mutter, reaching out a hand towards him in a gesture of sealing the deal. toji takes it, his large hand entirely enveloping yours as he gives it a brisk shake.

before you can even think of saying anything else, toji uses his grip on your hand to tug you closer to his chest, your face almost colliding with his torso again.

"i'm assumin' you've atleast kissed before?" toji muses, this thumb still tracing the contour of your lips as if that would answer his question.

you let out a small, embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as you find yourself avoiding his gaze again. "yeah, i have."

toji tuts, yanking your chin back up again, more forcibly this time. "jesus, girl. what did i say about keeping your eyes on me?" he grumbles. "and whatcha laughin' for? i say somethin' funny?"

"sorry." you huff, your lips pushing out into an involuntary pout. "i'm not laughing because of you. it was just a really... bad kiss."

he hums in response, tilting his head to the side as his grin morphs into a small smirk. "damn. a virgin and you've never even had a good kiss. i got my work cut out for me here."

you try and shoot him another glare, a huff of exasperation leaving your lips. "no need to rub it in, toji. i'm paying you for this, remember?"

toji barks out an amused chuckle, shaking his head at your little attempts to try and look stern. cute. "yeah yeah, i know ya are. and don't worry, ya won't regret it."

you're about to open your mouth to retort, but before a single syllable can leave your mouth, toji's lips are on yours. they're rough and slightly chapped as they brush over your own, just the texture you would've expected them to be if you had to guess.

it's not a rough kiss, but it's not exactly gentle either. it's somewhere in the middle, somewhere that makes you think even the way toji kisses is just so... toji.

he pulls away after a few moments, letting out a soft huff of laughter at your dazed expression. "you still in there, sweets?" he hums, flicking his thumb against your forehead.

you can feel the way your cheeks flush darker at his taunting words, silently cursing yourself for getting so worked up over a simple kiss. damn it, it was so obvious just how touch starved you were. how were you going to make it through this?

"i'm still here." you grumble under your breath, causing toji to chuckle even harder. "and if you're just gonna keep laughing at me, maybe i'll go ask someone else to help me."

toji's chuckle turns into a bark of laughter, and his lips curve up into a smug grin as he flicks your forehead again. "no can do. we already shook on it. handshake's sacred, dollface. dontcha know?"

"ugh. you just made that—" you attempt to argue, but he shuts you up by pressing his lips back onto yours again, slightly rougher this time. you let out a sound of surprise against his mouth when his scar brushes against your skin, but slowly, you start to reciprocate the gesture.

he lets out a satisfied hum, starting to take a few steps backwards through the doorway of his room, his lips still moving against yours all the way.

you angle your face up to unknowingly chase after his lips when he pulls away, and you have to swallow down the embarrassing sound that threatens to escape you when you realize what you're doing.

toji snorts, shutting the door behind the two of you with a stupidly self-satisfied smirk stretching across his lips. "that attached to me already, huh? we only just started."

"i'm not attached." you scoff meekly, though your actions severely contradict your words as you lean up on your tiptoes in the search of another kiss.

"mhm. whatever y'say, girl." he mutters amusedly, his hand snaking under your chin again to help you reach his mouth. he meets you halfway, his kisses growing slowly more insistent as his tongue flickers out to swipe over your lower lip.

a soft gasp escapes your lips at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle asking for entrance into your mouth, but you comply, parting your lips to allow the intrusion.

he lets out a satisfied grunt, his tongue darting every which way as it expertly explores the warm cavern of your mouth. you just stand there, completely stock still, for a long few seconds before your own tongue starts to meekly lick against his.

"yeah, there we go," toji mutters into your mouth, his thick tongue easily enveloping yours as he rolls them together. he's so effortless with it, like this is second nature for him — you suppose it probably is. you're not oblivious to the amount of hookups he brings back to the apartment when he thinks you're asleep.

toji pulls back from your mouth with a lewd pop! once he registers that you need some air, observing the way your chest rapidly rises and falls like you can't get enough oxygen with silent amusement.

he's going to have such fun pulling more of these pretty reactions from you.

while you're still desperately trying to catch your breath, he slides both of his rough, calloused palms under the fabric of your shirt, his hands leaving a tingling trail of heat across your skin.

"wait—" you begin to protest, but whatever you were going to say trails off once you feel his fingers brush against the underside of your breasts.

he lets out a grunt of surprise, raising his bushy eyebrows. "no bra, doll?" toji scoffs, shaking his head. "you were ready for this, weren't ya?

your cheeks flood with embarrassment for the nth time this evening, and you feel the sudden urge to just shove his hands away and go back to your room to get yourself off with your feeble fingers. but you don't.

toji lets out yet another snort of laughter at your reaction, rolling his eyes. "i ain't sayin' it's a bad thing, girl," he mumbles, moving his hands to cup each of your breasts in his wide palms. "makes things easier for me. i like it."

you let out a small huff of relief at his sort-of-creepy reassurance, unable to fight the way your body instinctively leans into his touch, pressing your chest into his hands slightly.

he hums, removing his hands only to push your shirt up to get a look at your bare breasts, the fabric bunching up around your collarbone as he leans in closer to inspect your assets.

"toji!" you gasp in complaint, trying to push down the instinct to cover yourself up from your roommate's intense gaze. but when your hands fly up to guard your chest, he instantly grabs your wrists, making you freeze.

"ah ah," he chides with a smug smirk, easily moving both of your wrists into one hand while the other reaches out to fondle your breasts. "no need to be shy. ya got a nice pair of juicy tits right here."

his compliment is so lewd, and even with the way you attempt to wriggle your wrists free from his grip, he effortlessly keeps them trapped with one strong hand.

toji squeezes and kneads the supple flesh of your breasts, laving both with equal attention as he feels up every inch of skin available to him. he can't believe his little roommate has been hiding these pretty tits from him all this time.

when he leans down to pop one into his mouth, you let out a strangled gasp which quickly morphs into an almost pornographic moan when he starts to gently suckle at your highly sensitive nipple.

"shit." you manage to push out, your breaths becoming increasingly more erratic as he starts to flick his rough tongue over your perked bud. you can feel rather than hear the raspy chuckle he lets out at your reaction.

"so damn sensitive," toji rumbles as he pulls back from your breast, which is now shiny and slick with his salvia, before moving to the other. "y'like that, huh?"

it takes you a few moments to form a coherent response, your mind suddenly feeling unable to focus on anything other than the way he's practically making out with your chest. "y-yeah."

toji's smirk widens in a grin at your stammered words, clearly finding enjoyment in the way your body is reacting to his every touch. "bet ya do. poor thing, graduated college and still never been properly touched."

you let out an indignant huff, annoyance momentarily taking over your pleasure. damn it, why did he always have to mock you at any given opportunity? you're starting to wish you never told him about your virginity.

he snorts again at your huff, removing his mouth from your breast with a long, stringy trail of salvia connecting his lips to your chest. "whatcha huffin' for, girl? thought ya wanted this."

you shoot him another one of your trying-to-be-stern-but-really-just-pouting glares. "i do want this. but i also want you to stop laughing at me the entire time."

he rolls his eyes dramatically, acting as if not laughing at your expense was the most difficult thing he'd been asked to do today. "i'm not laughin' at you, dollface. i'm laughin' at those stupid ass college boys who missed out on having you like this."

before you can even begin to process his words, toji crowds you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his bed, and you instinctively plop down onto the mattress, looking up at him with wide eyes.

he snickers at your shocked expression, moving forward to stand between your legs. from this position, he towers over you even more than usual, and you have to crane your neck practically all the way back to meet his eyes.

"why so surprised, hmm?" toji drawls, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in an uncharacteristically gentle touch. "y'think i didn't notice how pretty ya were the first damn day ya moved in?"

you open and close your mouth a few times before managing to pull yourself together enough to speak. "honestly? i kinda figured you didn't pay me much attention — considering how many hookups you bring around here."

he hums in response, moving his hand to grasp your chin and force you to maintain eye contact with him. "so you noticed that, huh?" he grunts, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "they're just distractions, really. i've wanted you for a while, but i assumed ya wouldn't be interested in and old man like me."

you can only raise an eyebrow incredulously at his words, as if he'd just said something ridiculous. "toji, you're so dramatic. you're not that old."

he barks out a loud laugh at this, slowly lowering himself to his knees between your legs. the audible sound of his muscles protesting the movement seems to disprove your words, making you wince. "no need to flatter me, sweets. i know 'm old." he mutters, his smirk still firmly in place.

you open your mouth to argue, but quickly forget whatever you were about to say when toji's large palms start to trail up your thighs, stopping just below the edge of your skirt.

"ya got no panties on too?" he asks teasingly, although you can hear the faint sense of actual curiosity in his tone. however, when his fingers graze against the edge of your lace panties, he huffs. "hmph. you disappoint me."

you roll your eyes at his words. you would've gone pantyless too, but unfortunately the prospect of finally losing your virginity made you so wet that you had to wear them to prevent yourself from dripping on the floor of the apartment.

"you've touched yourself before, i take it?" toji grunts as his hand moves to easily cup your clothed pussy in his palm, his smirk becoming a grin again when he feels how damp the material is.

you suck in a sharp breath, your eyes fluttering in pleasure at the feel of someone else's hand except your own touching your most sensitive area. "y-yeah, i have. but it's..."

toji seems to understand why you trailed off, letting out a hum of acknowledgement as his fingers start to rub little circles against your panties. "but your little fingers can't make you cum right, yeah?"

you can only manage a feeble nod, fighting the urge to start grinding yourself into his hand. he chuckles amusedly at your reaction, his fingers just dipping under the edge of your panties but not quite.

if you were one of his usual hookups, he'd probably be balls deep inside you by now. but you're not — you're his pretty little roommate he's had his eye on for a while, and on top of that, you're a virgin.

he's going to take his sweet time with you.

toji spends what feels like an eternity teasing you through your underwear until you're squirming restless on the edge of his bed before he finally, finally makes direct contact with your pussy.

"shit," he grunts as he swipes his finger through your sopping folds, the digit practically slipping across your slick skin. "you're so damn wet, baby. i've hardly even touched you yet."

you can't stop the pathetic whine that escapes your throat, your cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink and your eyes half-lidded with need as you look down at him. "please, toji."

fucking hell. he actually has to restrain himself from just pouncing on you right there and then when you beg him so sweetly. instead, he lets out a raspy chuckle, his finger moving down to lazily circle your dripping entrance. "please what, girl? use your words."

"please..." you say again, your voice breathless as you wriggle your hips slightly underneath his hand. "touch me properly."

toji snorts at your phrasing, shaking his head. but before another retort can leave his lips, he's rendered speechless for a moment when he slides a finger into your entrance, your gummy walls instantly sucking him in.

"jesus," he mutters hoarsely, yanking your panties to the side with his other hand to get an unobstructed view of the way your little pussy flutters around his finger. "what a pretty fuckin' cunt."

you let out what can only be described as a mewl at his words, and the noise sounds foreign to your own ears. god, what is he doing to you?

he groans low in his throat at the sound you make, moving his finger around inside of you as gently as he can and brushing the thick digit against your spongy walls.

it should be illegal, really, how quickly toji manages to find your sweet spot. he's had a single finger inside your pussy for just under a minute, and the calloused pad of his digit is already grazing your sensitive g spot.

"ah!" you practically sob, your thighs instinctively clenching around his beefy arm. you've never felt such an intense spark of pleasure before — it's obvious you never managed to find that spot before when you attempted to get yourself off.

he grins smugly, brushing his finger over the spot again, almost touching it but not quite enough to properly stimulate you. "that's the spot, ain't it, dollface?" the question is rhetorical. you both know that's the spot.

but before you can start grinding yourself down onto his finger, he abruptly pulls it out, admiring the way the digit is now coated in your shiny slick.

you open your mouth to protest, or beg for more, or something, but all rational thoughts leave your mind when you see toji slip his finger into his mouth, sucking your juices from it with a low grunt.

"damn, that's good," he mutters gruffly, almost to himself, as he slides it out of his mouth with a lewd pop! — his eyes then fall back on your glistening pussy, his pupils dilated considerably more than before.

in a matter of moments, toji's slid your ruined panties down your legs, admiring the sticky mess soiled there before shamelessly shoving them in his pocket of his sweatpants.

"hey!—" you huff half-heartedly, but before you can even think of finishing the sentence, toji's chapped lips are placing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs.

"mmph," you moan softly, not bothering to protest as he slides your thighs further apart with his palms, his lips nibbling against the supple skin of your inner thighs, undoubtably leaving small marks that will bloom tomorrow.

"wanna eat you," toji murmurs once he's face to face with your pussy, his hot breaths puffing across your sensitive skin and visibly making your little clit twitch impatiently. "can i eat you, dollface?"

you crease your eyebrows a little in confusion at his request. from what you'd heard from your college friends, guys hated performing oral for girls. but the way toji was staring hungrily at your cunt, his tongue swiping across his dry lips, made you think he would simply laugh at you again if you told him that.

"o-okay," you mutter sheepishly. and the second the agreement leaves your lips, toji's burying his entire face against your heat, groaning into your pussy as he rubs his sharp nose up and down your sopping folds.

when he first slides his rough tongue across your sensitive skin, you swear you go cross-eyed for a full moment before regaining control of yourself. it's like nothing you've ever felt before, wet and warm and so deliciously lewd.

"fuckin' sweeter than candy," toji grunts against your skin, the vibrations causing your body to instinctively attempt to wriggle away. but he's not having it, his beefy arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you in place. "ah ah, no runnin', baby."

while before you might've tried to argue a little in protest, your brain has already turned to mush from just his finger and his tongue, so you can only let out a few unintelligible murmurs.

"yeahhh," he snorts as he continues to sloppily lap at your folds, gathering as much of your syrupy slick on his tastebuds as possible. "don't hear none of that backtalk now."

god, he's so messy with it. you can hardly manage to keep your eyes open to gaze at him, but when you do, it only makes your pleasure heighten to new levels.

you've never seen your roommate so focused on anything before — not even those storage wars shows he likes to shout at on the tv. his eyes are half-lidded, his thick fingers are digging into your thighs so hard you can visibly see the marks forming, and his tongue is ruthless as it delves in and out of your dripping hole.

"t-toji, shit. feels so good," you manage to stammer out, your head thrown back and your hands traveling up to tangle in his messy dark hair without thinking, tugging on it gently.

your action draws a raspy chuckle from low in toji's throat, and his sloppy, shameless tongue seems to speed up even more in response. you vaguely register a glob of saliva landing on your pussy, but just as quick as it falls there, he's already licking it back up. "c'mon, girl, i know you can pull harder than that."

you attempt to tug his dishevelled strands harder, but your hands feel weak, and your thighs are starting to shake slightly around his head. you notice a familiar spring coiling in the depths of your stomach, but it feels more intense than any build-up to an orgasm you've given yourself before.

"t-think i'm close." you gasp out, your mouth hanging open as you try and keep your body from collapsing back against the mattress. he's quick to help, his hands sliding up the back of your skirt to support your back.

toji hums in satisfaction, a shit-eating (or, in this case, a pussy-eating) grin spreading across his lips as he continues to devour you, his tongue repeatedly massaging your g spot.

it feels like he's trying to eat you whole, and it's completely overwhelming in the best way possible.

"yeah?" he mutters against your cunt, wrapping his lips around your puffy, swollen clit and sucking the sensitive bud harshly. "go on then, baby. cum for me."

it feels like a part of you was instinctively waiting for his permission, because the second those words leave his mouth, your entire body starts convulsing in his strong arms, a strangled cry leaving your open mouth as you orgasm.

your earlier suspicion was right, because this is the hardest you've ever cum before in your entire life. (not that there's really much competition). your limbs feel all tingly and airy, and there aren't really many thoughts left in your mind except from toji, toji, toji.

"hmmph," toji grumbles, pulling back from your cunt after he's sure every bit of your sweet release is down his throat. he looks up at you, snickering gruffly at the utterly dumb look across your features.

you look completely fucked out already, and he hasn't even fucked you yet. that's what happens when you make a deal with a virgin, he assumes.

while you attempt to come down from your high, toji shifts slightly, his knees aching slightly from spending so long on the floor. but even worse than that, is the raging erection he has straining against the material of his sweatpants.

it's been there since he started kissing you, and it's only gotten progressively worse as the time stretched on. he's so hard now that it actually hurts, and the small stain of pre-cum darkening the front makes him feel like a damn teenager again.

toji gets to his feet, ignoring the way his stiff muscles protest, and sheds his sweats and his boxers in one swift movement, kicking them somewhere across the room. he makes his way between your legs, spreading them even further apart to make room for his body.

"wait..." you mumble dazedly, your words adorably slurred as you blink lazily up at him, reaching out a hand as if silently asking for something. "don't y'want me to return the favour first?"

he snorts, although it makes something inside him warm the slightest bit at your consideration. "nah, dollface. you're paying me, not the other way 'round, yeah?"

your pouty expression from earlier returns, but before you can argue further, your eyes fall on his cock, which you only just notice is free from his sweatpants. it's bigger than any you've seen videos of online before, with a prominent vein running down the length and pearly rivulets of pre-cum leaking from the pudgy tip.

your mouth falls into a small 'o' shape, a sudden sense of dread filling you at the mere thought of trying to take that inside of you. why did you have to make this deal with someone who has such an unnecessarily large dick?

toji chuckles deeply at your reaction, cocking his head to the side with a smug smirk. "what? don't tell me you're g'nna chicken out on me now, sweets?"

you could just smooth down your skirt, hand him your credit card as payment for what he's done for you already, and walk right out of his room the way you came in.

but you don't. you've come too far already to back out now — you're this close to finally losing your virginity.

"no," you murmur meekly, swallowing thickly and tearing your eyes away from his cock and meeting his eyes again. "i don't wanna stop. it's just... is that thing really gonna fit in me?"

he barks out an amused laugh at this, his rough palms on your thighs squeezing in what's probably his way of giving you a reassuring gesture. "it'll fit, baby. i loosened you up a little already, so that'll help."

"okay," you mutter, your eyes flickering back down as he wraps a large hand around the meaty base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance and rubbing it along your puffy folds, gathering some of your creamy slick on the head. "is it gonna hurt? it's gonna hurt, isn't it?"

toji huffs at your hurried rambling, leaning his head down to shut you up with a quick kiss to your lips. "it'll only hurt at the start," he grunts in as soothing a tone as he can muster, bracing a hand against the headboard above you.

this seems to ease your nerves, if only a little, and you nod in a sign of silent permission. but he doesn't appear satisfied with this, and he grasps your chin with his free hand. "that ain't good enough, dollface. use your words f'me."

"y-you can start now." you murmur in response, your eyes glued to the way the muscles in his arm flex above you as he begins to slowly push himself in.

"fuckin' shit," he groans, the sound more guttural than anything he's let out so far as his cock breaches the first ring of muscle inside of you, his beefy arm visibly shaking as he tries to hold himself back from just plunging all the way in. "so damn tight in here."

your face contorts into a grimace as a rush of pain pangs through your body, your hands clutching at the sheets for purchase. you'd heard about it hurting online, but then again, most people didn't take a cock as big as toji's for their first time.

"sorry, babydoll." he mutters hoarsely, his gruff tone holding an underlying tone of genuine sympathy instead of the amusement he's shown so far — he's clearly aware of the strain he's having on your body.

he gives you a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, gritting his teeth to hold back any sounds that threaten to spill out of his mouth when he feels your cunt clenching and unclenching around him.

"you can keep going now," you manage to say, your eyes screwed shut and your hands fisted in the bedcovers as you try to deal with the pain. "i'm okay."

he grunts in response, the hand that was around your chin moving to grasp one of your balled up hands as he continues to sink himself inside inch by inch. he can feel how hard you squeeze his hand the entire time, probably cutting off the circulation to his arm in the process.

but he couldn't care less about that. not when he so close to finally being balls deep inside of his pretty little roommate.

"biiiig stretch." toji hums, a low, drawn out sound, when he finally feels himself bottom out, your spongy walls contracting and fluttering around him as if they can't decide whether to push the intrusion out or pull it in deeper. "there we go."

you, on the other hand, couldn't manage to string together a single syllable. it feels like toji has buried himself into your guts, like he's physically rearranging your anatomy right before your eyes.

toji lets his own eyes flutter shut for a moment, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. he knows you need a while to adjust to taking all of him, but damn if he doesn't want to pound you into the mattress right now.

you let out a strangled groan, wriggling around against the covers as your body stretches to accommodate his sheer size. it feels like he could split you in half without much effort. "p-please... start moving, toji."

"you sure?" he rasps gruffly, his hand gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles have gone completely white. "once i start i prolly won't be able to stop."

"i-i don't care. just..." you begin, unable to even finish the thought when he shifts slightly, unintentionally pushing into you even deeper. "move."

he snorts at your desperation, but the sound turns into something akin to a growl when he pulls out slightly, before shoving himself right back in all the way.

"ah!" you sob pathetically, clinging onto his hand even tighter as he starts to shallowly thrust into you. shit, you're pretty sure you just felt something inside of you snap.

you're officially no longer a virgin.

"yeahhh." toji grunts above you, his lips spreading into a pussydrunk grin as he moves he moves his hips leisurely but expertly. you're starting to understand why his hookups always cry his name so loud through the thin walls separating your rooms.

the initial pain slowly starts to fade, being replaced by an overwhelming sense of pleasure and fullness. you bring your shaky legs up to wrap around his beefy back, your ankles locking against his skin.

"jesus, girl," he groans, his hips subtly stuttering in their pace in response to your actions. "y'er pullin' me in even deeper."

you open your mouth to apologize, or retort, or something, but it comes out as a slurred garble when you feel toji's fat cockhead brush against your cervix.

"uh huhh." he grins smugly, his hand that was interlaced with yours moving down to grip your hip and keep you in place as he quickens his pace slightly. he's being a little gentler than he usually would be just for you, but this is still toji here.

"t-too much!" you cry out, reaching up to grasp onto his bicep above you for some sort of support. your entire body is jolting against the covers in response to his increasingly hard thrusts, your mouth hanging open dumbly.

"nah, dollface," he grunts in protest, his fingers digging into the skin of your hip as if to ground you. "i know y'can take it. doing so damn well f'me."

toji brings his palm up from your hip to slide under your previously bunched up shirt, fondling your breasts and rolling one of your hardened nipples between his fingers.

this makes a loud mewl escape from your throat, your cunt clenching around him in response to the dual sensations. if you thought his tongue made you reach new heights of pleasure, his cock is a completely different beast.

you can already feel something strange stirring in the depths of your stomach. it's not like your previous orgasm, it's unfamiliar — it almost feels like you're about to pee.

"t-toji, feels weird," you slur out, squirming against the covers as you try to hold the rising sensation at bay. "like i'm gonna pee or something. m-maybe y'should pull out."

he barks out a laugh at this, as if he knows something you don't. his hand moves down to pat your stomach, right where the prominent bulge of his cock is moving in and out.

"that means you're gonna squirt, baby." he utters simply, making your eyes widen in surprise. now that's something you've definitely never managed to make yourself do before.

looks like you're gonna be ticking off more than one first from the list today.

"makin' ya squirt for y'er first time," he proclaims cockily, smirking to himself as he effortlessly keeps up the languid rolls of his hips. "i'm damn good, ain't i?"

"i haven't even squirted yet." you grumble, heat flooding to your cheeks in response to his teasing. he's still your annoyingly smug roommate, even when he's fucking you into his mattress.

"key word — yet." toji shrugs in response, his lethal thrusts quickening in pace. his rough palm pushes down right above your bulging tummy, causing you to let out a strangled gasp.

your cunt clenches impossibly tighter around him, your ankles digging into the skin of his back as you feel your second orgasm of the night start to wash over you. "fuck. g-gonna..."

"yeah? c'mon, baby, make a mess all on me." he grunts gruffly, his hand moving down to rub lazy, sloppy circles against your puffy clit, the nub pulsing under his touch.

"tojiiii!" you practically sob, the added stimulation sending you hurling over the edge before you can process it. your vision goes completely white with the intensity of your high, your breaths coming in heavy gasps.

"oh, thattt's it," he hums in satisfaction, lightly patting your pussy as he watches the gushes of clear liquid squirt out, lewdly coating the base of his cock and balls in your essence. "fuckin' good girl."

it only takes him a couple more strokes for toji to know he's close too, and he quickly pulls out, slapping his thick cock against the flushed skin of your tummy and giving it a few final jerks.

as much as he'd love to fill you up, he figures that since you're a virgin, you probably wouldn't be on birth control.

and he's not about take that risk.

toji lets out a low, raspy grunt as he spills his creamy, pearlescent cum all over your stomach, tainting the supple skin with his sticky, oozy mess.

he lazily tugs his boxers and sweatpants back up, wiping some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand before leaning down and giving your cheek a quick, wet kiss.

then he saunters out of the room, leaving you panting and limp on his bed while he rifles through your purse on the living room table.

"i would've done that for free, by the way." toji mutters amusedly as he pulls out your credit card, waving it tauntingly in front of his face with the smuggest grin yet stretching at his lips. "see ya in thirty six hours, dollface."

i’d like to dedicate my first proper fic to @screampied because her works inspired me to begin writing my own! <3

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d1stalker · 6 months ago

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Suspension Bridge Effect [Logan Howlett]

Summary: You saved one of the younger mutants during a mission, and now he's obsessed with you, much to Logan's dismay

Warnings: mainly Logan POV, jealousy, cuteness, fem!reader WC: 2.6k - MASTERLIST

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Logan’s losing it; his thoughts are spiralling to the point where he wonders if he should be locked up.

At least, that’s what he thinks is happening as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. You’re standing near the edge of the mansion's garden, laughing softly as the kid—Johnny, a younger teenage mutant—tries to hand you a bouquet of hastily picked flowers. His face is flushed, eyes wide with admiration, and he’s practically vibrating with nervous energy as he looks up at you.

This punk, this moron, this lovesick blockhead, has been glued to your side ever since you saved him during the last mission.

It was supposed to be a standard run-of-the-mill rescue operation, but when things went south, and he was cornered, you swooped in like the hero you are and got him out unscathed. Now, the kid’s been following you around like a lost puppy, trying to win your attention, your approval—your everything. And it’s infuriating.

Logan can feel his hands clench into fists as he watches Johnny offer you the worst attempt at a bouquet he's ever seen, and sees the youngster's face turning a deeper shade of red as he mumbles something the older man can’t quite hear. Probably some dumb compliment, he thinks bitterly. The kid’s got no game.

You smile at Johnny. It's that soft, kind smile that always makes Logan’s heart skip a beat. But this time, all it does is fuel the fire raging within. He knows that smile isn’t just for him, but damn it, he wishes it were.

He wishes you’d tell the kid to scram, that you’re already spoken for, that you have a lovely boyfriend who could put together a way better bunch of flowers, but instead, you take the flowers with a gentle laugh, thanking the goblin like he’s just handed you a priceless treasure.

And somehow, the torment is never ending, it seems. Because later in the day he find’s himself lurking at the doorway of the mansion library, watching as you and Johnny sit together, heads bent over some book he know knows the little gremlin is just pretending to be interested in. That brat is soaking up every second of your attention, hanging on your every word, and it’s driving Logan up the wall.

“He’s just a kid,” you keep saying whenever he grumbles about it, but you don’t see it. You don’t see the way the bastard’s eyes light up whenever you smile at him, or how he leans in just a little too close when you’re explaining something to him. You don’t notice the small touches—the way his hand lingers on your arm when he’s pulling you somewhere, the way he looks at you like you’re the centre of his universe.

Logan sees it all, because he’s been there before. He knows exactly what Johnny’s feeling because he felt the same way when he first met you. Still does. It's that intense, all-consuming crush that makes you do stupid things just to be near the person you can’t stop thinking about.

“Logan, you’re staring,” Jean’s voice cuts through his thoughts, and he turns to see her smirking at him from across the hallway.

“I’m not starin’. Just keepin’ an eye on things,” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You’re jealous.”

He scowls at her. “I ain’t jealous of some kid.”

“Sure you’re not,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why don’t you just talk to her about it?”

Clenching his jaw, he knows she’s right but not wanting to admit it. “She doesn’t get it. She thinks it’s cute.”

“Maybe if you told her how you’re feeling, she’d understand,” Jean suggests gently, though there’s a knowing look in her eyes.

Huffing and turning away from the library, Logan has decided that he’s had enough of standing on the sidelines. He needs to do something before he loses his mind entirely. But it seems he can’t escape this torture, because he can’t even get five minutes alone with you.

He tried to get your attention after you finished up teaching your class, but before he could, the little devil ran in front of him and got it first. His eye twitches as he watches Johnny offer you another “gift,” this time a poorly folded paper crane. You take it with a smile, thanking him kindly, and Logan grits his teeth so hard he swears his molars might shatter.

“Hey, kid,” He grumbles, stepping forward with a growl in his throat that would send most people running. “Don’t you got somewhere else to be?”

Johnny looks up, momentarily startled by the sharp tone, but then just gives a nervous chuckle and scratches the back of his head. “Uh, no, sir. I was just, um, hanging out with her.”

“Yeah, well, she’s got things to do. Don’t you, darlin’?” Logan’s eyes flicker to you, hoping you’ll catch the hint and send the kid on his way.

But you don’t. You just laugh. A musical sound that makes him want to clamp his hand over your mouth because why should that devil's spawn get to hear your beautiful voice? He’s truly about to lose it.

“It’s fine, babe. Johnny’s just being sweet.”

Sweet. Logan wants to snort. Sweet is one word for it. Obnoxious, irritating, and clingy are a few others that come to mind.

“You got a crush or somethin’, boy?” His tone is laced with a dangerous edge as he crosses his arms over his chest, towering over the knucklehead. He’s trying not to outright scare him, but damn, he’s close to it.

Johnny turns beet red, stammering, “N-no, I just… she saved me, and I just wanted to say thank you, that’s all!”

Narrowing his eyes, a low snarl rumbles from his chest, and Logan takes a deliberate step forward, but before he can do more, you place a hand on his arm, pulling him back.

“Logan, that’s enough,” you say firmly, giving him a pointed look.

Well, there goes another piece of his sanity.

You’re too kind, too understanding. You just don't get it. To you, it’s just an innocent crush, something harmless, something that makes you smile. You think it’s nothing, and that only makes his blood boil more.

“Fine,” he finally mutters, stepping back, though his eyes never leave the teenager’s. Johnny seems to take that as some kind of begrudging acceptance and gives you another shy smile before scurrying off, likely to find the next token of his gratitude to bring to you.

Once he’s gone, Logan lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “This is drivin’ me nuts, you know that?”

You just chuckle again, stepping closer to him and slipping your arms around his waist. “It’s just a phase, I’m sure. He’ll get over it.”

Wrapping his arms around you tightly and pulling you in close, he feels a little bit better in your embrace, but his eyes still track where Johnny disappeared into the mansion. “He better. ’Cause if he doesn’t, I might lose my damn mind.”

You tilt your head up, kissing his jaw softly. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

He huffs, not wanting to admit it, but the truth is written all over his face. “Maybe a little.”

Smiling, you lean up to kiss him properly. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Logan kisses you back, a little more possessively than usual, as if to remind himself that you’re his. And even as you melt into him, he can’t help but keep one eye open, scanning the garden for any sign of that kid returning. He might be crazy, but he’ll be damned if he lets some lovestruck teenager get between him and the woman he loves.

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The next morning, the mansion is buzzing with its usual activity. You and Logan head to the dining hall for breakfast, with him looking a little more relaxed after a night of holding you close. But the moment you step into the room, he spots a certain demon sitting at a table, eyes locked on you as if he’s been waiting for this very moment.

Groaning under his breath, Logan mutters, “Not again,” before guiding you to a table near the windows, hoping Johnny won’t follow.

You take your seat, smiling up at your boyfriend as he pulls out his chair, and for a brief second, he dares to believe that he might actually get to enjoy a quiet breakfast with you. But just as he’s about to sit down beside you, Johnny swoops in out of nowhere, plopping down in Logan’s seat with a grin like he’s just won the lottery.

“Morning!” He chirps, completely oblivious to the thunderous look on the other man’s face.

Freezing in his place, Logan glares at the kid who’s now sitting where he was supposed to be. He mentally cycles through a list of unflattering nicknames—Useless Idiot, Captain Obnoxious, Motherfu—but none of them seem quite strong enough to capture his current feelings. “You’re in my seat, kid.”

Johnny blinks up at him, feigning innocence. “Oh, uh, sorry. I didn’t see your name on it.”

You can practically see the self-control it takes for Logan not to pick the kid up and toss him across the room. His fingers twitch at his sides, his claws itching to come out, but he holds back. For your sake, and only your sake.

“Johnny,” you start, trying to keep your voice gentle but firm, “you do know he is my boyfriend, right? And even if he wasn’t, I’m a bit too, uh, old for you?”

The young mutant's eyes widen, and for a split second, you think you might have gotten through to him. But then he glances over at Logan, his face scrunching up like he’s just eaten something sour.

“Yeah, but he’s, like, hella old,” The idiot blurts out, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as if the mutant standing right there can’t hear every word.

Logan’s expression darkens, a storm brewing in his eyes as his jaw tightens to the point where you can almost hear his teeth grinding. Hella old? Is this guy serious?

He's dealt with all kinds of enemies—mutants, monsters, government assassins—but nothing, nothing has tested his patience like this hellspawn has been. “What did you just say?” he growls menacingly.

Johnny, either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid, doesn’t back down. “I mean, no offense, but you’ve got a lot of… uh, experience, you know? And you’re like centuries old. Maybe she needs someone closer to her age.”

That’s the last straw. Logan’s eyes flash with anger and something else—something more vulnerable that you rarely see. A part of him knows the gremlin’s just talking out of his ass, but the words hit a little too close to home, stirring up old insecurities he usually keeps buried deep.

Without another word, he slams his hand down onto the table, the sound echoing through the dining hall like a gunshot. The room falls into stunned silence as he then storms out, his footsteps heavy and his anger radiating off of him in waves. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t acknowledge the whispers that follow in his wake. He just needs to get away before he does something he’ll regret.

“Logan, wait—” you call after him, but he’s already halfway out the door.

You turn back to Johnny, who’s now looking a little less confident and a lot more like he might have made a mistake. Sighing, you lean forward with a serious expression. “You can’t just say things like that. He’s not just my boyfriend. He’s the person I love.”

Looking down at the table, his face falls, and he begins fiddling with the napkin in his lap. “I didn’t mean to make him mad. I just thought—You saved me and I felt something…I thought maybe you’d feel something for me too.”

You soften, reaching out to pat his hand. “Johnny, you’re a sweet kid, but you’ve got to understand that Logan’s the one I’m with, and no one can replace him.”

He nods slowly, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. “I get it,” he mumbles. “I just…”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “You’ll find someone your own age who’s perfect for you. But for now, you need to give us some space, okay?”

Johnny nods again, this time more resolutely. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just… try not to instigate anything else. I’ll go talk to him.” You give him one last reassuring smile before heading toward the exit.

When you step out into the hallway, you barely have a second to process your thoughts and decide where to look before you’re suddenly pressed up against the wall. A gasp escapes your lips, but it’s quickly swallowed by Logan’s mouth on yours. The surprise melts away as the intensity of his kiss overtakes your senses, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His kiss is possessive and fierce. You can feel the frustration, the jealousy, the need to claim what’s his, pouring out of him with every movement of his lips against yours. For a moment, you lose yourself in the heat of it, letting the world around you fade as you focus solely on him.

Then, through the haze of the kiss, the practical part of your brain kicks in. You pull back just enough to murmur against his lips, “Logan… we’re gonna get caught.”

He growls softly, his lips trailing down to your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. “Let them see,” he mutters between kisses. “Maybe then that damn dunce will get the hint.”

You laugh, though the sound is cut off as he captures your lips again, his hands gripping your waist as if he’s afraid to let go. “Babe, really,” you whisper, trying to sound serious but failing as your body responds eagerly to his touch. “People are gonna see…”

“I don’t care,” he grumbles, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you involuntarily shiver against him. “Shoulda thrown that little shit out on his ass… let him know who you belong to.”

“You’re jealous of a teenager,” you tease, though the words come out breathless and almost lost in the intensity of the moment.

Logan pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark. “Don’t like him sniffin’ around you, thinkin’ he’s got a shot.”

You smile up at him, your fingers threading through his hair as you pull him back down for another kiss. “You don't need to feel threatened by him. You’re the only one I want.”

He huffs softly, his lips brushing against yours as he mutters, “Damn right I am.”

“C’mon,” you murmur, gently pushing against his chest. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private, huh?”

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering back toward the dining hall, as if half-expecting Johnny to come barreling out any second. But then he nods, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway, away from prying eyes. His grip on your hand is tight, territorial, and you can’t help but smile as you follow him.

As you walk together, you give his hand a squeeze. “Logan?”

“Yeah?” He glances over at you, his expression softening slightly.

“I love you, you know that?” You say it with that pretty grin of yours, and the way his eyes warm in response makes your heart flutter.

“Yeah,” he replies, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “I love you too.”

The remaining tension melts away, leaving just the two of you walking hand in hand, ready to steal a few more precious moments together.

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A/N: this was really fun to write!

#deadpool and wolverine #logan howlett #logan howlett fic #logan x reader #x men #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett imagine #deadpool movie #deadpool 3 #hugh jackman #james logan howlett #wolverine x you #wolverine imagine #wolverine fluff #logan howlett fluff #logan howlett x you #marvel fanfiction #mcu

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wow-thisismylifeiguess · 2 months ago

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AU where Bruce isn’t Batman and the ‘Brucie’ persona is mostly real, but he’s also not an idiot and well aware that his kids are vigilantes

Bruce, “I just wish Dickie chose a better costume than that. I mean, look at him! He’s like a traffic light.”

Alfred, “I believe it’s a similar outfit to one his mother designed for him when he was younger.”

Bruce, “….nevermind, I take it back. He’s my beautiful baby boy and his outfit choices are definitely not atrocious.”

—

Bruce, “Jay…mind explaining the bruises on your wrists?”

Jason, “Oh…yunno how it is.”

Bruce, stares

Bruce, “If your partner is hurting you-”

Jason, “NO, it’s nothing like that! I promise, it was….consensual?”

Bruce, “Is that a question or statement, kiddo?”

Jason, “Statement.”

Jason, later, grumbling to Dick, “Sometimes I feel like he’s onto us…”

Dick, “No way. We cover our tracks super well. You just need to come up with better excuses for your bruises. I mean, BDSM? You?”

Bruce, upstairs, listening through a bug he planted, “Dumbasses.”

—

Bruce, “Why is the Drake child in my home?”

Jason, “He’s a friend.”

Dick, “I think you’re choking him a little, B.”

Bruce, who has Tim in a bear hug, “Am I choking you, buddy?”

Tim, muffled, “Not at all.”

—

Bruce, “TALIA! YOU’RE HERE! Why are you here.”

Damian, “Why am I here?”

Talia, “We have a son. Here. Take care of him.”

Damian, “I will not stay w a man like…like him.”

Bruce, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Damian, “You’re pathetically human and weak. I have nothing to learn here, Mother.”

Talia, “He’s beaten me before.”

Damian, “What?”

Dick, “What?”

Jason, “What?”

Bruce, smiling dreamily, “Such good memories.”

—

The kids find out he knew everything from the start when Dick has to pick up a drunk Bruce from a party. They arrive back at the Manor and Bruce won’t stop clinging to Dick.

Bruce, “Noooooooo! Don’t leave me! Don’t put on that ugly costume!”

Dick, “W-what?”

Bruce, sniffles, “It’s better than the Robin one, but come on, chum. You can do so much better than that.”

Dick, “You…know?”

Bruce, still crying, “Of course I knew! Good at covering your tracks my ass!”

Dick, “Do you know everything?”

Bruce, wiping his face because his vision is blurring and there’s two Dicks standing in front of him. Fuck, he’s dizzy, “Jason’s outfit is better. Tim’s is atrocious. But at least you gave Dami pants.”

Dick, “BRUCE!?”

Bruce, “Nooooo, don’t yell. My head hurts.”

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Sitting in what Bruce has decided to call the Bat Cave because, helloooo, the bats?

Dick, "How long have you known?"

Bruce, "Oh, you know."

Jason, "From the beginning???"

Bruce, "I'm not stupid. Alfred, why does everyone think I'm stupid? My own kids think I'm stupid."

Tim, "Mr Wayne-"

Bruce, stares at him

Tim, "....Bruce. We don't think you're stupid. We just thought we were being...sneaky."

Damian, "Hmph. All of you lack training in stealth. Unlike me."

Bruce, "Dickie, how am I supposed to not know when I adopted a child acrobat and 'oh, look! a pint sized vigilante who can do flips off of buildings!'"

Jason, snorts, "Pint sized."

Bruce, "Jaylad, you started using guns a week after I signed you up for a firearms class."

Tim, tries very hard to hide a laugh

Bruce, "Timmy, your bedroom is covered in pictures of Gotham you'd only get from being on top of buildings."

Damian, scoffs

Bruce, "Dami, you trained as an assassin. Of fucking course you're a vigilante."

The kids, "....fuck. We suck at this."

Bruce, waves his hands in the air, "Don't worry about it. You're all bad at covering for yourselves, but me and Alfred handled it. Anyone who might've even got an inkling of who you might be have been...dealt with."

Jason, "Did you kill them?!"

Bruce, "What? No. Of course not. Right, Alfie?"

Alfred, "....of course not."

#I saw a post similar to this but bruce was oblivious and I was like 'what if he /wasn't/'#I just think that regardless of bruce's profession he's still hella fucking smart #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfam #batman #my post

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whorelaud · 3 months ago

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꒦꒷ ﹏ please you ¡

pairing perv!rafe x stepmom!reader

summary rafe feels the need to please you after he discovers his father wasn't sexually satisfying you, taking it for granted to fulfill his own filthy desires.

contains smut, stepcest, p in v, unprotected sex, cheating, creampies, dirty talk, degrading, rafe is 1-2yrs younger than you, ward (he needs his own warning) wc; 1.3k

a/n this is so dirty bahhh my apologies if its bad i dont usually write stuff like this

Had you known Rafe visiting would result in you bent over his desk as he thrusted his hips into your soaking cunt; you would not have felt guilty, because fuck, did his throbbing cock feel amazing inside you.

You couldn't resist him, driven over the edge every time his gaze would land on you, brazenly undressing you with his eyes, and the way his hold would linger around your hip when he's passing by, his lips ghosting over your ear causing shivers to run down your spine, clearly marking his territory, and letting you know he wanted you, just as bad as you did.

Guilt couldn't capture the extent of how you felt, overwhelming you whole every time you touched yourself to the thought of him, with your own husband next to you, whom you clearly had no feelings for, your marriage a mere contract you agreed on for the money offered.

It was still wrong, though, with tension seeping through every time he's in your presence. Whether it was him walking around with merely his shorts on, or the way his shirt would cling to his chest after a hefty work out session. The smell of sweat mixed with his musky cologne would fill your nostrils, intoxicating your senses and fuzzing your brain all over. You did everything in your power not to be affected by the subtle touches, and his foot as it crept up your leg from beneath the table, the gesture casual, yet deliberate.

You could only tolerate so much, giving in when he swept past you, the tint in his pants gliding over your ass, hinting nothing but the lust and despair he felt for you. That was the only sign you needed, colliding your lips with his in an eager kiss that spoke for your forbidden desires.

Now, here you were, a few doors down from Ward's room, getting fucked senseless by his own son.

Rafe bucked his hips inside you, his thrusts growing sloppy with how wet you were around him, your skin colliding with his covering over your desperate moans.

"Look at you, such a fucking slut, so desperate for my cock." He whispered, bending down until his lips ghosted over your ear, still keeping up with the rhythm of his hips, as he stuffed your soaking cunt with his cock. "Is my dad not pleasing you, huh? Is that why you're so fucking wet for me? Offering yourself to me like a fucking whore?"

His words were like music to your ears, muffled whines and whimpers scooping out of your parted lips when his arm slid around your tits, rolling your nipple between his fingers, desperately seeking the pleasure he fucked out of you.

"Rafeee," you moaned, throwing your head back when he pressed you close to his broad chest, the fraction sending you spiraling as your back arched against him, chasing after the overwhelming pleasure, wanting nothing but for him to thrust deeper into you.

While you did feel culpable for cheating, Ward never made an effort to please you, leaving you hanging once he finished his business. But Rafe, on the other hand, the boy did everything in his power to make you feel good, aiming for your weak spot and making you crumble from beneath him.

"There you go, keep fucking moaning my name," He panted in your ear, squeezing the flesh plump of your ass, spreading it with his large digits to get a better view of your pussy, now drenched with your juices, mixed with Rafe’s precum. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, huh? You know how long I've been waiting for this? All the times I held myself back from bending you over the counter n' fuckin' you right there in there."

Your eyes forced shut at the confession, overstimulated by how good his cock felt inside you, pulsing in and out of your dripping cunt. Rafe hissed when you clenched around him, chasing after the fraction, slightly taken aback by the action, as you let him do most of the work till now.

"Fuck, ‘that feel good?" he grunted into your ear, pulling you off the desk, until your flesh was directly flushed against his hot, sweat soaked torso. One of his hands trailed down to your heat, flicking your clit with his fingers, the patterns he rubbed to your nub making you grow sensitive under his touch, instantly crumbling in his hold. "God, you're such a fucking mess, does your husband know how pathetic you are, desperate for my cock inside you?"

"Rafe," you inaudibly gasp, fingers clutching to the arm wrapping low around your waist, merely to hold you in place. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”

“What is it, baby?” He hushed out, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, nibbling on the skin to get a reaction out of you. “Tell me what you want, ‘wanna make you feel good.”

Rafe’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, using your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his fingers in your mouth. A ragged breath escaped his throat, welcoming the sensation of your hot spit coating his digits, letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoyed the warmth of your tongue swirling over his fingers.

“I'm so fuckin’ close.” You barely muffled out, nails digging into his arm. “Fuck I’m about to come.”

Your climax built up, indicating that you were close with everytime Rafe’s hips rolled inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Come around my cock, baby.” He ordered, sinful words pushing down the guilt filling up your chest. “Wanna fuck you ‘til you’re no longer able to speak.”

You came undone as Rafe bucked his hips into you, trembling underneath him while he continued pumping his cock in and out of you, walking you through your pleasure, and his growing climax.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned when your ass pressed against the low of his stomach, leaning over the desk, and silently offering your doused cunt to him. You looked over your shoulder, mouth parting in a desperate moan as you muttered your next words.

“Finish inside me,” you mumbled, making the latter slightly halt at your command. “Please.”

“You sure?” He shot back, your begging causing his cock to pulse inside you, insanely turned on by the thought of coming inside you, and creating a hell of a mess out of your hole, with his cum dripping from your entrance.

“Mhm,” you hummed, slightly embarrassed as you continued. “Do it, please.”

Truth be told, you preferred using a condom, not liking how Ward felt inside you, insisting he utilizes one every time you had sex. Therefore, your confession was slightly insane, though it wasn't a lie; you wanted Rafe to fuck you raw, fill up your insides with his cum.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Rafe’s lips tugged into a smug smirk, amused by how flustered you grew. “You want me to finish inside you? ‘Want me to fill your pretty pussy with my cum, hmm?”

For someone younger than you (a year or two), Rafe sure knew what to say, talking you through it, his words making you even more turned on, though you just finished.

His thrusts grew rough and sloppy, as he fucked you through his orgasm, fastening his pace while his mouth gaped with pleasure, approaching his high with each time he bucked his hips into you.

Rafe rolled his hips into your cunt, hitting your cervix with his cock as he released inside you, painting your walls white with his cum. His head fell back, letting the warmness of his sperm fill up your hole, making your brain fuzz all over.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Rafe started, letting himself recover from the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. “I love your pussy, baby, don’t think this will be the last time we’ll be doing this.”

And how could you resist Rafe Cameron, even though this was wrong, forbidden to the outside?

It could be your dirty little secret, your only escape from reality, and the hell you just created out of your future.

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