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Milking Sukuna's cock
cont: fem reader, sex toys, m!masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, m!squirting, dirty talk, shibari, true form Sukuna, Sukuna and reader have some kind of special relationship, Sukuna doesn't know how to deal with love and aftercare, fluff
note: saw an ask for smthn along the lines of this, itâs not exactly what they asked for but it sparked smthn in me so :3 (this is the closest to sub!sukuna i will get, i canât see him as a sub at all lol)
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"F-fuck a-ah fuck-" Sukuna struggled against the Shibari that kept all four of his arms snugly against his back and out of your way as you sat between his thighs and jerked a pocket pussy mercilessly over his cock. His abs are clenching rapidly and his breaths are coming quicker and quicker as you keep going, ignoring his obvious overstimulation.
His legs are twitching and shaking violently, and still, you keep going. Sukuna's face keeps twitching at his own sensitivity, his nose scrunching as his eyebrows furrow, and his teeth clenched together in tandem, making the muscles in his jaw pop out from under the skin. His mouth stomach is biting his lip between his teeth as you touch him. He's so tense, you don't need to touch his body to tell that every single muscle is clenching and unclenching, not a single atom of his being is relaxed.
When Sukuna growled and tipped his head back against his throne, you knew he was about to cum again, for the fourth time. You were alternating between his cocks, meaning each time he came, one of them sprayed his cum all over his body, making him hiss in annoyance as his cum stuck uncomfortably to his skin, seeping into the shibari. His other cock, whichever was inside the toy, filled it to the brim, so much so it dripped out from the bottom from how much he came.
You had no idea how he still had so much cum left in him, it seemed like no matter many times you milked him, he always had more to give. His hands gripped the shibari behind him harshly as he came again, his thick cum filling up the fake pussy as his jaw went slack, long groans and moans leaving his lips while you jerked him faster and faster, making the cum covering his dick inside the pussy cream up, bubbling around the base of his cock.
"Does that feel good Sukuna? You're so wet down here." You teased, biting your own lip as your eyes raked over his impressive body, not wanting to miss a single reaction from the king. Sukuna groaned at your words, too focused on filling up the toy to shoot back any snarky response.
His eyes fluttered back in his head when you continued stroking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, your eyes watching his face carefully as his face twisted in pleasure, clearly overstimulated since he had already cum, and yet, you were still going. "Fuck, w-wait woman," Sukuna growled, the muscles in his thighs flexing and shaking as he tried not to get lost in his own sensitivity.
You wondered if he knew how much he was really shaking. He was clearly trying to hold back, maybe to save some of his ego from this vulnerability he was allowing you to see, but he was doing an awful job at holding back. Sweat beaded along his hairline and dripped steadily down the sides of his face, mixing with the drops on his neck. He was panting heavily, and his face was incredibly flushed, it was quite a sight to witness.
"Hm?" You teased, leaning closer to him, placing your hand on his pecs as you got in his face, keeping the toy steadily jerking over his cock as you looked into his eyes challengingly. Your eyes darted from his swollen lips to his eyes, steadily rolling back in his head. "A- A break." He grit through his teeth, keeping his words short so he didn't let out any unwanted noises. "Huh?" you asked, feigning ignorance as you leaned forward, your lips grazing against his as you spoke.
Just when you were about to lean in and kiss him, his head started jerking from side to side away from you, his jaw falling open as he groaned loudly again, his breath coming out stuttered. He struggled harshly against the ropes, his body jolting and wiggling around as he tried to stop your hand as his orgasm rapidly approached again, and so soon after the other one.
You smiled agaisnt his lips, using the opportunity of his eyes being shut to do so. He would've ripped through the shibari in half a second if he saw you laughing at him like this. Right before he came, you pulled back from his body and sat back down on your heels. Quickly you grabbed his neglected cock and held it steady as you ripped the toy off of his cock, sliding the other one inside it.
Immediately a loud groan was ripped from Sukuna's lungs as he came the second his neglected cock felt the tight, wetness of the inside of the pocket pussy. You opened your jaw as you watched him fall over the edge before a warm feeling on your leg brought your attention to below his legs. Looking down you noticed a thinner stream of clear liquid squirting out of his cock, spraying over his and your thighs. "Oh shit, there's so muchâŚ" You mumbled under your breath.
Likewise, the cock inside the toy was spurting out the same wetness as it leaked around him. Sukuna's mouth was open in a silent scream as he squirted all over you. Behind his eyelids, he pretended he was filling up your pussy, and with how wet the toy was from his copious amounts of cum, he almost believed it. "E-enough-" Sukuna growled lowly, too quiet and timid for you to take him seriously.
You continued anyways, feeling hot all over, your body feeling reenergized as you just watched the king of curse squirt from getting his cocks milked. When you didn't stop, Sukuna winced hard and yanked hard on the ropes. A loud cracking sound echoed off the walls of the chamber as his arms shot out in front of him and immobilized you. Two grabbed your throat, and two grabbed your wrist ceasing all of your movements on him.
You gasped for breath as Sukuna stared at you, his cocks softening as he caught his breath, letting his head back as he tried to relax now that your assault on him was paused. Sukuna squeezed his hands harshly around your throat, making your mouth open in a silent gasp as air failed to fill your lungs. "When I say enough, you listen." He said, trying to sound stern but the shakiness in his voice was very much evident.
You nodded in his hold, gasping air into your lungs when he released you. He controlled your hands though, slowly sliding the toy off of his cock he winced in overstimulation, his legs twitching around you as he threw the silicone somewhere behind you. He kept his hands around your wrists, preventing you from touching him as he laid back against his throne, his body finally relaxing, save for the unintentional spasming and shaking of his overworked muscles.
Sukuna pouted as he looked at you, almost looking like an angry cat as his eyes never once left yours, but he stayed silent, letting his gaze do the talking. You pursed your lips together to force down your smile, not wanting him to think you were looking down on him. "Sukuna, are you mad at me?" You asked, tipping your head at him. Your arms throbbed from the exertion of jerking him off for so long, and his hands gripping your wrists harshly, preventing blood flow to the sore appendages, wasn't helping.
Sukuna stayed silent, as you already knew his answer. "I'm sorry Lord Sukuna." You said, speaking to him formally to gain his forgiveness despite the uniquely intimate relationship the two of you had. "Please forgive me, I got carried away. I just wanted to bring my master pleasure." You spoke dramatically, looking at him from under your lashes.
Sukuna started at you challengingly for a few more seconds before he decided to release your wrists. You smiled, rubbing the soreness away as he placed his large arms on the side of the throne, looking away from you. "Lord Sukuna, thank you for sparing me~" You cooed, leaning forward and wrapping your body around his, his cum and sweat rubbing against the thin robe clothes you wore.
Sukuna's nose scrunched at the contact, his body going rigid against yours. It wasn't like he hated this affectionate touch, he just never got used to it. Each time you clung to him like this after sex, it felt so foreign to him, and yet he never pushed you away. "I do hope you felt good though Sukuna, thank you for letting me do that." You whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his skin.
Sukuna cringed, he never knew how to respond when you said stuff like that. Instead, he placed a hand on your lower back softly, keeping you pressed against his body as he sighed. "Brat." He whispered, briefly looking down at your tiny body on top of him before he opted to stare at the walls around him, unable to tolerate the strange emotions he felt when he looked down at you clinging on to him.
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In Your Hands [Loki x Reader]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: That irritating, smug, asshole Loki has taken your final fuck to give. Or so you think... Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. Smut. Avenger! Loki x female reader. Mild BDSM (ball related), hostility, enemies to lovers. Language. (w/c 2.4k)
Lokiâs curses beat the air behind you, and the door from the training room slammed; smothering them.
I fucking hate him, I fucking hate him.
In your experience, dramatic exits should be reserved for special occasions. And striking an ego-killer blow to Loki âGodsplainerâ Laufeyson was a special-fucking-occasion. Itâd been a long time coming. Although you hadnât meant to punch him quite so sharply in the balls.
Iâm sure heâs had worse, you thought as the stale sweat of the changing room hit.
The last thing youâd seen was Steveâs wide, earnest eyes as Loki had doubled over in a slap of dark hair with a muted oomphâthe final syllables of his snarky âadviceâ fading along with his sperm count. You did warn Loki if he told you the correct way to deliver a blow to the transversus one more time that youâd start intentionally missing.
Not my fault he never fucking listens.
Itâd been building for months: every âactually-I-think-youâll-findâ; âbad-form-even-for-a-mortalâ and âare-you-sure-youâre-meant-to-be-hereâŚdid-you-sneak-in-with-the-domestic-staff?â.
But under it all, the worst thought of all was your own: you still want his praise.
You picked up someoneâs shoe from the floor and lobbed it at the lockers â pure, impotent rage ratcheting back with the clang. If Steve kicked you off the A-Team then so be it, worth it to see that moment of pure, wretched shock in his eyes every time you closed your own.
Breaths scraped from your throat, trying to stop the tremble in your hands. Youâd spent months trying to catch his eye like a desperate pick-me teenager, spent months wishing his approval into existence: the aloof, pretentious god. Begging any higher power whoâd listen for the chance to kneel at his feet and choke on his cock while he called you a good-fucking-girl. Youâd bought an emerald green lingerie set for Christâs sake. It was still in the boxâthe returns window a dot on the horizon.
Embarrassing. If he knew, you think youâd die of shame. Months running yourself into the ground trying to fit what heâd want and for what? Fuck. âDo you feel better, now?â The ripple of Lokiâs smarm filled the air like steam, but itâs edge could cut stone.
Your lips pinched, biting back a slew of curses. Youâd expected Steve, but not him.
The idea of turning made your feet root even firmer to the floor. But with every strained second that shifted past, thickening the air, he was winningâstaring at the back of your head with that imperious look that only said one thing: Iâm better than you, and you know it.
âIf youâre waiting for an apology, donât hold your breath.â Loki released a low chuckle. âBe assured, I can wait much longer than you. How much of your meagre lifespan would you squander staring at those dismal tiles in order to preserve the façade of your superiority, I wonder?â
You spun with a force that twinged a nerve in your neck. âMyâŚ?â It came out in a pathetic gasp. âMyâŚsuperiority?!â
Lokiâs face was the picture of serenity: posture impeccable, lips straight. His eyes slid between yours, brows peaked in sanctimonious expectation.
Borderline indecent gym-wear clung to the sinews of his muscular body. The material was like elasticated silk, and every time youâd made contact in training it made it impossible not to imagine frotting against him: bitch in heat.
The lines of the sweatpants draped like a sheet of liquid tar to the bulge of his thighs as he shifted his weight and said, simply, âYes.â
Heat flared up your neck.  âYouâve got some fucking balls, Laufeyson, Iâll give you that,â you hissed, regretting it immediately. âIâm not sure your knuckles experienced my anatomyâs full glory to report on such an accolade,â Loki replied without a beat. âTheir contact was a little briefâŚâ
He tilted his head, an infuriating dimple crushing into one cheek as the heat scorched up your cheeks and made your eyes itch. âA littleâŚweak.â
âMaybe I should twist them again,â you said, folding your arms. You hoped he couldnât see the fingers trembling. Lokiâs eyes narrowed as he crossed the changing room in three, elegant strides and loomed so close that your bellies touched. âGo on then,â he goaded. âYou seem under the impression I donât like it.â
You searched his face, noting the tremor of something deeper than the familiar irritation. Was thatâŚbut, it couldnât be. âWhat are you doing?â you whispered, stumbling slightly against the lockers. The heat from his abdomen radiated through your gym top. Christ, his stomach was so hard.
âWhat are you doing, Agent?â
A few black strands had come loose from his ponytail, sticking to the sweat pearling on his jaw. âAll bark, no bite,â he murmured, squinting lightly.
His scent crept up your nostrils like smoke under a door: fresh musk, the linger of the cologne he wore at last nightâs party, and above it all a scent that was inextricably him. You could never put your finger on it. It drove you mad: just like the rest of him.
Loki released a short puff of irritation, eyes rolling to the side. âI knew you didnât have it in you.â As he took a step back, your mind skidded to a stop as a hand flew to his chest, gathering a clutch of the slutty gym top, making no effort to cushion the scrape of your nails against his skin, and pulled.
Lokiâs mouth crushed to yours with a gasp, his hands flying to the lockers on either side of your head with an ominous crunch of metal. His breath groaned into your throat, the softness of his lips jerking your senses.
Had you expected them to be cold, hard, unwelcoming: just like the rest of him? Yes. But there was time to mull over that later.
Lokiâs tongue nudged against your lips, and you relented. The tension in your body seemed to melt as he draped over you like liquid; the cage of his frame and the rub of a thumb down the valley of your cheekbone making you forget just for a second how much you really fucking hated him.
âShow me,â he murmured against your neck. You hadnât even realised the kiss had slid apart and your head was tilted back against the lockers, the godâs mouth raging a ravenous path down the valley of your throat.
âShow you what?â you panted, bringing your head forward so quickly your vision swam. A lopsided grin spread across his mouth. âHow much you hate me,â he said. âYou have a problem.â The barb was unnecessary, but Lokiâs grin widened all the same. âDiscipline me, then.â
His sapphire eyes blazed as your hand flew to his shorts, grabbing his crotch. Fingers curled around the soft, tight sac nestled below the huge erection snaking up the hip joint. Loki hissed, stomach clenching, more clutches of hair falling free. His forehead pressed to yours as your grip tightened.
âFuck,â he grunted, voice tapering to a whine. You squeezed tighter, and the lockers behind you crumpled under the strength of his fists bearing down.
âHarder,â he hissed through gritted teeth.
His legendary cock twitched above your white knuckles, straining against the running shorts and Lokiâs narrowed eyes glistened, the muscles in his jaw and the veins in his neck hard enough to pop.
âApologise,â you spat, and Lokiâs breath hitched as you gave him a brief moment of relief before clenching an even tighter fist than before.
His trainers slipped against the floor, thighs shaking with the effort not to fall to his knees. Even gods, it appeared, shared some of the weaknesses of men. Loki flipped his hair back.
âWhy should I? Youâre the c-combative v-viper.â A deep set of lines furrowed his forehead, rippling with each flex of your fingers. âYouâre nothing but a shit-talking, spoiled prince with a big cock and nice hair,â you said, every muscle tingling with the desire raging through your veins. âYou noticed,â Loki said with the twitch of an eyebrow: incorrigible, even in this position. âThe hair, I mean,â he added. He didnât mean the hair.
The god swept your forearm to the side, and your fingers ached immediately. How tight was I holding him? But there wasnât time to wonder. His kiss slammed into you with the force of a storm, teeth clashing and his fingertips digging in to your scalp and the wet slide of lips across your own. âLoki,â you breathed, and he moaned into your mouth in response. You found yourself bucking against his hard body, grasping at everything and anything you could to be closer to him; to wind yourself so tightly to him that you though you might snap.
And then, your fingers were playing at his waistband. Loki drew back: eyes wild. âReally?â he asked, flushed and breathless. You stared at him, searching his eyes for any hint of ulterior motive, any sign he was about to pull the rug from under you. You gave a curt nod, and Lokiâs expression rippled with surprise.
Your hands slid up the sides of his face, tangling in his hair. âYou better make it good, considering you have a lot to make up for.â Loki snorted, âPlease,â and then several things happened at once. Out of the corner of your eye, the door to the changing room glowed green around the crack. Loki shoved the waistband of his shorts down, scooping his cock in one hand while you fumbled with your leggings and send them skittering across the gleaming floor. âNorns,â Loki groaned as he cupped your breasts under the flimsy sports top, palming upwards. Beneath the bra, your nipples were hard as pebbles.
His brows peaked as his gaze rose from your chest to your face: a realisation that there wasnât time for all thatâ all the filthy things you were beginning to realise heâd fantasised about. All the filthy thing you were beginning to accept that youâd fantasised about. âMaybe next time,â you muttered, pulling his hair-tie free in one sharp movement. A wicked smile unfurled on Lokiâs lips.
He dipped, burying his face in your chest as he cupped the back of your thighs and you let out a gasp as he hoisted you upwards. Your legs folded around his hips, slick pussy flush to his stomach, sliding down the taut skin until you met the solid bar of flesh beneath.
âOh, Agent,â he said in your ear, low and smooth, âI knew you couldnât resist me.â
You shoved his shoulder, but Lokiâs fingertips sank into the soft curve of your ass, pushing you up so your slit hovered above the crown of his cock.
His eyebrow rose. âLast chance,â he said with a ladle of sarcasm.
Steadying one hand on his shoulder, you scraped the other through his hair, winding in a fist. You tugged, slowlyâŚslowly, and Loki groaned, letting you sink onto his cock with every sharp ache pinching at his scalp. His thrusts werenât like you imagined: selfish, primal, uncontrolled. If anyone was a Jackhammer âyouâd always imagined it would be Loki. But his hips rolled like dough, undulating against you until your eyes rolled back and the rear of your skull cracked against the lockers. âHarder,â you sobbed quietly, nails digging into his back muscle. âHarder,â Loki groaned, his breath hot in the hollow of your neck. âRuin me, AgentâIâm in your hands.â You dragged the nails deep against his skin: not enough to break blood, but close. Lokiâs ragged breaths of pleasure made a new thrill swell between your legs, meeting his sloppy fucks like you were trying to beat him.
The fist wound in his hair yanked again, and again, and each timeâŚthe gods hips jolted. His thrusts were faster nowâ your moans higherâ the rattle of the metal lockers and the squeak of rubber soles on tile making your mind swim. âCan I come?â he gurgled between rough exhales, and you pulled his face to yours. There was something in his eyes youâd never seen beforeâswimming in the whirlpool of blue. âNo,â you said, and his head fell back to the ceiling. Lokiâs veined cock tugged every inch of your walls as he pulled out, and buried in, stars bursting in your vision as climax began to shift and slide in the depths like a riptide.
Your legs spasmed against his hips, crossed ankles digging into the base of his spine, the grip on the godâs hair unbreakable. Biting back the urge to sob his name, you slammed your hips down to the root of his length, pulling Lokiâs mouth to yours. His tongue massaged the syllables of his own name forming on your tongue, the rumble in your throat matching the one you could feel in the depths of his chest.
âGods,â he choked when you broke, panting, riding your cunt in sloppy thrusts.
You could feel the slip of your cum between your thighs, and coating the length of his cock: and Loki could too. He looked at you with something a little like fear, one hand flying from your ass and steadying against the lockers.
âCan Iââ he started, but before you could respond his knees buckled, wobbling as orgasm hit him like a train. Lokiâs cry echoed around the changing room, the pained pleasure of his release making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Fuck: he was beautiful. And now...it was over. A sharp stab of sadness slipped between your ribs. The doorhandle shoogled violently. âEverything okay in there? Loki?â You and Lokiâs eyes met. Steve was outside. And he wasn't alone. âWhat if heâs fallen? Jeepers, the floors are freshly waxed for crivvenâs sakesââ ââwill you calm down. I think Loki can handle himself on some polished floors,â Sam said dryly through the door. ââBet thatâs not the only thing thatâs been polished,â Bucky replied, and even at a distance you could feel the heat building in Steveâs cheeks. âYouâre disgustingâour comrade could be in peril. I donât know what got into her.â There were a series of snorts, and several brisk knocks. âYo, Laufeyson. You in peril in there?â Sam asked, and Buckyâs laugh followed. âYes,â Loki whispered; brushing a sex-damp strand of hair from your cheek. His eyes searched yours, pinning you to the lockers as he lowered you to the floor. âI think I might be.â
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HI I LOVE ur lads headcanons âźď¸ idk if u do angst but im feeling some angsty/hurt/comfort........... can i pls request the lads men's reaction to the reader rejecting their confession bc we think they deserve better...... someone who doesn't have a heart condition (like the mc) or something........
Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! And oh man, I love angst and hurt/comfort, as long as I get to give it a tiny bit of hope/a happy ending! I felt this one though, I've thought about it before with my own MCâŚâŚ.. a few dozen times- Hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request! <3
Love and Deepspace Liâs reactions to you rejecting their confession due to feelings of inadequacy
Rafayel -
Rafayel is⌠surprised, to say the least.
Not only do you not have any memory of him or the things you did together- the things you did to him- but you also are straight up turning him down when he finally realized that he needs to confess to you all over again.
He's pretty upset.
It'll definitely turn into an argument, and you know he's hurt. Damn, you're hurt too, just having to turn him down. He makes you feel something, like you're special. Like you're everything to him. Like you're notâŚ
Broken.
And it'll come out eventually. Maybe not blatantly so, but in small ways, your feelings of inadequacy will start to leak through the cracks that are forming in your resolve as you try to refuse a man who has already been refused his love by fate and prophecy for far too long.
And somehow, that makes it so much worse. Because he can fight fate, he can go against the currents of time and the ever evolving cruelty of human nature. But he can't do anything about the feelings raging inside your own head.
He's sure going to try though.
Angrily but calmly, he will start firing off things he has done for you, just because he's loved you so much, throughout all of your time together and even before. He doesn't know if it'll make it worse, make you feel like he already does too much for whatever it is you see yourself as, but he's going to do it anyway. And slowly, it'll start forming into the things you two do together- the things you've done for him when he needs you.
And you're going to be there a while, because until you start to realize, until he starts to chip away at that dark feeling in the deepest reaches of your mind and heart, he's not going to let up.
Not now, not ever.
Sylus -
He's a bit taken aback, but he's not particularly surprised. He had seen this coming, mentally prepared himself for it, even. He knew after his treatment of you when the two of you had just met again for the first time, that any sort of official relationship between you two would be tricky to get to. Especially putting an actual label on it.
He'll be a lot more surprised when he reads between the lines at your words, and realizes it's not because you're still scared of him, but because you don't think you're good enough for him.
"You can't be serious, sweetie."
He's not going to force you to accept his confession, but regardless of how timid or aggressive you become, whether you escalate it vocally or try to exit the conversation, he's not arguing with you. He pretty much refuses to, as he instead begins to state snarky facts as he crosses his arms, watching your reactions as he does.
"When you patched my wounds a month ago, was I not deserving of your hands caring for me because they were shaky and belonging to you? How about that girl you muttered about that we saw at the cafÊ who was mad at her boyfriend to the point of shouting, when he didn't get her the right cake she wanted? Are you saying you're worse than her? Helping me on jobs simply because you want to exist near me is⌠not good enough for me?"
"Sylus, that's not what I'm saying-"
"Oh don't worry sweetie. I know exactly what it is you're saying. I just know it's a particularly misinformed, self loathing thought for you to be having. Don't you think it's insulting for you to decide who I give my love to? After every calculated decision you have witnessed me make?"
He'll finally soften, reaching out a hand to gently rest on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a gentle back and forth.
"You don't need to be concerning yourself with what I deserve in a partner. You should have faith in my opinions, if not for yourself, but for your confidence in me, sweetie. After that, the rest is up to what you truly want in your heart."
Zayne -
His reaction is definitely the most reserved initially, especially until he realizes why exactly you're turning him down.
He definitely has the passing thought that maybe you're just misunderstanding him again, just like back with the snow seals when the two of you were still kids.
When he realizes that's not the case, and instead, it's your own internalized feelings, he's first a bit relieved, and secondly- pretty perturbed.
"It's interesting to know that's your perspective, given how much you enjoy those fictional stories with ironic pairings. I would think that it would be the most romantic thing for a heart patient to be in a relationship with a cardiac surgeon.
His biting but well-meaning quips aside, he's not quite sure how to break it to you that he used to be in a similar boat, and still is to some capacity. Which is partly why he's a bit upset to understand your perspective.
He's genuinely surprised you haven't processed the timeline of the two of you and your lives. Your accident that caused the state of your heart, his leaving to study medicine and become a specialist in cardiology and a renowned cardiac surgeon- are you not able to see that it's not an inadequacy for him, but his own lack of knowledge when you first started having issues made himself feel inadequate? Why he left without a word for years in the first place?
And not just that- it also applies to other fields too. He has no issues helping you where you need him, because he knows the extent of your capabilities, much like he knows his own. And he will spend forever if he needs to, to show you that loving is not about who does more. It's about doing what your partner needs, no matter how much or how little that is, and loving each other through every hard moment.
And you're about to hear every ounce of his convincing, opinions, and own feelings, until you start to see. Until you finally see.
Xavier -
Unless you tell it to him straight, he's not going to know why you rejected him. He'll be hurt, but he'll accept your rejection graciously and politely, before trying to figure out just how to get you to accept it.
There's an increase in claw machine dates, movie night invitations, and how much he helps you with missions or even just around your apartment. Eventually, you process the weird behavior and you're all but forced to confront him on really truly why you rejected him.
It's Xavier, so you try to play it off as a lighthearted situation or a joke, but you can see his expression darkening, and you're not sure if it's because of him being upset at your words, or realizing just how much time he has sunk into you with how... broken of a person you are.
Turns out, it's the former!
It's hard to not realize such, as he's pulling you into the tightest hug he's probably ever grabbed you into.
For a while, it's just you and him standing there, with him squeezing you tightly and you not knowing what to do with your hands or the lump rising in the back of your throat. He doesn't really know what to say, but he does know he needs to say something.
"I'll definitely make you see that you're more than enough for me."
"Xavier- that's not how this work-"
"I know, and I don't care. I- I need you to know that you're everything to me. You're not inadequate, or broken, or anything you've been telling yourself. You're more than enough. You're more than everything to me. And I'm not going anywhere until you finally understand that."
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stuck. [tsukishima kei x f!reader]
>>Tsukishima is the kind of best friend that makes you want to leave him, but you just can't bring yourself to.
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You end up confessing in the middle of a fight and he fucks you to show you how much he really cares.<<
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tags: smut, fluff, angst, best friends to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, alcohol/drinking, college au, tsukishima kei is a dick, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont do that), creampie, dom/sub undertones
a/n: ahahahaha this was my first hq work posted on ao3, and it is everything Mean Best Friend Tsukishima Kei that i needed. i hope you enjoy!
[feel free to buy me a cup of coffee!]
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âOkay, Iâm done! How do I look?â
âYou look like shit.â
You sigh, trying not to let him get to you.Â
Tsukkiâs always been this way - dismissive, nonchalant, indifferent. Through middle school, heâd been sarcastic. Heâd been snarky and brutally honest. And in high school, heâd only gotten worse.Â
Anyone else in your position might have left him already. People youâd known in school had told you to find someone else, a better friend. Best friends donât treat each other the way Tsukishima treats you , theyâd said. His teammates had been in the habit of scolding him whenever heâd go too far, whenever heâd push your buttons a little too hard. The only one who could see your side had been Yamaguchi, and even heâd had his reservations at times.
But other people donât know Tsukishima Kei. They know the Tsukki that would refuse to share his notes with you after youâd been out sick. The Tsukki that would steal parts of your lunch and hold it high above your head, far out of your reach, and call you mean names with a cruel smirk. The Tsukki that would often leave you behind after school and head home without you, leaving you to text him and wonder where heâd gone.
They donât know that the same person would show up at your house with his notes, walking you through calculus and poetry lessons himself because he knows you learn better with a teacher. And, even though you never called him out for it, he would show up the day youâd been out sick, too, just to check on you. Just to watch movies in bed with you, waving off your concerns about him getting sick. He hated being sick, but he would ignore your complaints and force you to relax - because youâd only ever get sick when you overworked yourself, which meant he hadnât been watching over you closely enough.Â
They donât know that Tsukki would secretly swap your lunch out for his own - better, homemade food that wasnât the cafeteria slop you were often forced to buy because your parents werenât home a lot. He would watch you push the food around on your tray while youâd laugh at something Hinata had said, identifying at least 3 things you were allergic to on that plate. So he would reach for it, leaving his own (allergen-free, thanks to Akiteru) lunch open for retaliation while heâd use his height as a way to take out his frustrations on you - his irritation that you never seemed to put yourself first, choosing starvation over just simply asking your parents for money before they go out of town.
And the times heâd leave you behind - well, half the time, it had been an accident. It was impossible to remember your packed schedule, all your clubs and student council meetings lumping into a vague â Y/nâs busy â block of time in his mind. The other half of the time, it was because he needed to be alone. Itâs not that heâs an asshole and loves to make you suffer - in fact, he would often call you later the same night, apologizing in his own, special Tsukishima Kei way and explaining himself. He gets overwhelmed easily, overstimulated by too many people, too many responsibilities, too many social expectations. So he would disappear as soon as he was allowed, needing to be alone with himself and no one else.
So, the people in your life had known a different version of Tsukishima than you do. Where theyâd seen a bully, cold and unrelenting even for his best friend, youâd known nothing more than an introvert, expressing his care in a way that was unrecognizable to anyone but you.
Care that had carried over into college, the last three years filled with a Tsukishima Kei that even you hadnât expected. A version of him that walks you from the library to your dorm at night, despite his increasingly hectic volleyball schedule. A Tsukishima who calls you in the morning on his walk to class to make sure you havenât overslept, because - even if the calls consist of nothing but your crabby morning disposition, berating him for pulling you from your slumber - he knows youâll thank him later, as you often do.
A Tsukishima who lets you drag him to parties, even though he hates them to his very core. He lets you tug him along to your dorm, lets you force him to sit through the hour-long ordeal of choosing your outfit. Lets you spin in front of him when youâre done, clearly pleased with yourself, and ask him how you look.
Lets you throw a pillow at his face when he tells you that you look like shit, even if he wholeheartedly believes otherwise.
âTsukki, canât you say one nice thing to me? For once?â
He scoffs when you put your hands on your hips, turning his gaze back to his phone as he lounges on your bed like itâs his own. It might as well be, with the amount of time he spends in this room.
âThat would require you to have something worth being nice about, wouldnât it?â He smiles mockingly when he catches the irritated twitch of your eyebrow.
âYouâre a dick.â
âNothing new about that.â Tsukishima watches as you turn back to your closet with a huff, taking the time to look you over appreciatively. No , he thinks, his eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts and the way your dress hugs your hips, the material tight but soft. His hand itches with the urge to touch it, to find out for himself. Itâs not that you have nothing. Itâs that you have too much.
He sighs, sitting up, and runs his fingers through his hair.
You have too much, and itâs fucking annoying.Â
His eyes flick to you again, his own irritation growing. Youâd always been too good. Too perfect, too overwhelming. Heâd hated falling in love. It had sucked. High school had sucked . Having you cling to him every day and finding himself clinging right back. Not understanding these complicated feelings he has - ones that want nothing more than to hold you in his arms, against others that would tell him to push you away with his sharp tongue, to protect himself from this terrifying feeling.Â
And now that heâs accepted it - it had only taken him the entirety of high school and at least a year of college - he almost hates it more. Being so close to you and somehow still feeling like he canât breathe because itâs not nearly close enough.
So he stands, shoving his phone in the pocket of his jeans, and stares you down when you finally turn back to him.
âCan we go? The sooner we get to this stupid thing, the sooner I can go home.â He thinks he sees a flicker of hurt flash across your eyes, but that canât be it. Heâs said worse things before. You always bounce back, a retort on the tip of your tongue for everything he could throw at you. You always match him, blow for blow.
So why, then, can he see your jaw clenching as you turn away from him? Why does he feel like youâre pulling your jacket off the rack with more force than usual? Why are you leaving without responding?
What the fuck ?
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Fuck Tsukishima Kei .Â
Itâs the only thought in your mind as you down the shot, wincing as the alcohol slides down your throat. Youâd lost count of the drinks youâve had about an hour ago, when the thought had been something more like â Fuck Tsukishima Kei. Stupid fucking idiot. Never thinks before he speaks â.
Clearly, youâd mellowed out a little, but the anger is still there, simmering in your chest and threatening to rise every time he gets close to you.
The walk to the frat had been silent, but he hadnât mentioned anything about your mood, only scrolling through his phone and occasionally glancing over at you. Youâd felt the irritation crawling under your skin with every pass of his eyes over you, but you hadnât returned any of his gazes, only looking forward to getting to the party and being with other people.
But he hadnât let you wander off so easily, his tall form following close behind as youâd tried to find some of your friends from class. You can tell heâs been trying to silently check on you, like he always does when he knows heâs bothered you.Â
Heâd brought you drinks, only smiling emptily when youâd glared up at him. It shouldnât have made your heart skip that heâd done nothing more than offered you a drink, tapping his own red solo cup against yours and matching you shot for shot. It shouldnât affect you when he does the bare minimum.Â
Heâd danced close to you, one hand on your waist and his warm chest pressed firmly against your back. Youâd hated it - feeling so safe in the arms of someone who had derived pleasure from picking on you your whole lives. And even if thatâs not true - even if you only take into account all the ways that heâd taken care of you, celebrating all your accomplishments with you and holding you while youâd cried about your failures - you still shouldnât be feeling that familiar tug of nerves in your stomach when he presses his hips against your ass, slipping his fingers through yours and pulling you close.
And when that hadnât worked - when youâd held your ground and managed to cling to your anger from earlier - heâd even tried to talk to you about it. That isnât normal for him by any means, but you could see the confusion in his eyes when heâd leaned down to be heard over the music, mumbling his question against the shell of your ear.
âAre we okay ?â
It had taken everything in you to resist him, to resist the pull that is Tsukishima Kei. The same pull that had kept you next to him all these years, through all the teasing and the poking. The pull that kept reminding you that heâs just bad at expressing his feelings. Heâs just bad at being nice. Heâs just bad at holding his tongue.
But that doesnât mean you have to sit and take it every time.
So youâd only smacked his hand away and glared when heâd cupped the side of your face, trying to get you to look at him. Stomping over to the bar, you had asked the frat boy for a shot of something random.Â
After downing it, you try not to look back but fail miserably - you might be pissed, but youâve never been immune to him. You probably never would be.
Glancing back, you can see his blond head in the sea of people. Heâs trying to make his way to the bar, but his head is whipping to the side at the sound of something. A tall guy - you recognize itâs someone from his team - appears at his side, clapping his shoulder, and you can only assume heâd heard his name being called.
They start talking, Tsukki seeming distracted but drunk enough to at least pretend heâs interested in the conversation. You look away just as heâs turning his head back to you - you wonât be caught looking his way again tonight.
Luckily, thereâs someone stepping up beside you, catching your attention with their bright smile.
âY/n?!âÂ
You blink, startled by the recognition. But when you finally see who it is, you canât help but beam.
âOh my God, Bokuto?!â You leap toward him, wrapping your arms around the manâs neck and dragging him into a hug. You feel him laugh against you, his arms sliding around your waist and pulling you in tight. When you step away, he keeps you close, hand on your hips.
âWhat are you doing here?! You donât go here, do you?âÂ
The man shakes his head, grinning down at you and pointing over his shoulder.
âNah, Iâm just visiting a few friends over the weekend.â
You glance past him, seeing a group of boys that seem like they could be familiar to you, but you can never tell - Bokuto Koutarou is friends with everyone.
When you look back, you catch his eyes wandering down the length of your body, his gaze snapping up to yours when you clear your throat. He has the decency to look ashamed.
âSorry, Y/n - Youâve just, uh⌠grown up a lot since high school.â
You flush deeply, something that makes him grin when he catches it.Â
At least someone thinks I look good tonight .
Youâre smiling flirtily up at him, feeling confident enough to drag this conversation out. He seems to notice, an interested glimmer in his eye. But then heâs glancing over your shoulder, and his eyebrows are raising in surprise.
A hand wraps around your bicep, much tighter than necessary in your opinion. You barely have time to spot the blond hair in your peripheral vision before youâre being dragged away. You can only wave at Bokuto, who looks a little disappointed but mostly just amused.
Tsukishima only lets you go when youâre outside, his hand dropping from your skin like youâve burned him. You whip around to face him, more than ready to yell at him on the front lawn of this frat house. But heâs already walking away, in the direction of your dorm.
âDude, what the hell? You didnât even say hi to him - heâs one of your closest friends!â You stalk after him, determined to figure out what could possibly be going through his mind. But he wonât answer you, just shaking his head and mumbling something that sounds vaguely like âexactly â as he makes his way down the street.
You scoff, turning back to the frat. Heâs out of his mind if he thinks youâre just going to follow him home quietly.
You start to head back to the party, but you barely make it five steps before his fingers are closing around your wrist and tugging you back to him. When you look up, enraged at his entitlement, you see that heâs incensed, staring down at you with wild eyes. He looks pissed, which he has no reason to be. But thereâs something else there, something thatâs contributing to this almost panicked anger sitting just below the surface.
âTsukishima, what do you want?âÂ
He bristles at the use of his full name, golden eyes narrowing as he stares down at you.
âYouâre going home.â He punctures every word with barely concealed irritation, finally turning and dragging you back down the street. You donât say anything this time, feeling that previously mellowed out anger returning full force as you stare at the back of his head.
The walk back is just as silent as the walk to the party had been, but this time you feel ready to explode. Youâd been annoyed before, bothered and hurt by his words and the way he treats you.
Now youâre just ready to pick a fight. Which means youâll probably say something youâll regret if you donât get away from him soon and take some time to calm the hell down.
When you get to your door, youâve already got your keys out. Heâd let go of you in the elevator, finally realizing that heâd been gripping you way too hard. You might just be able to get inside without him following.
But the second you unlock the door and slip inside, not a word said to the blond as you try to shut the door behind you, his hand is slamming down on the wood. He stops your attempt, staring down at you with annoyance.
âYouâre joking, right?â And then heâs pushing into your room with an angry sigh, letting the door swing shut behind him. You only step back, crossing your arms over your chest as you look him over.
âWhat do you want?â
âWhat do I wa- What is your problem tonight ?â He squints down at you, eyebrows furrowed. When you only raise yours, his jaw is clenching. âWhy the fuck are you so mad at me?â
âBecause-â You stop yourself, taking a deep breath in order to maintain some semblance of control. âBecause youâre an asshole, Tsukishima-â
âStop fucking calling me that, Y/n-â
â-and maybe Iâm just not in the mood for your shit tonight!â You yell over him, clenching your fists against your body. You need him to go. You cannot let him see you cry.
âIâm always an asshole! How is tonight any different-â Heâs taken a step further into the small bedroom, and you take a step back, feeling overwhelmed. Youâre immensely glad you donât have a roommate, so they donât have to deal with the mess that is your friendship with Tsukki.
âTonight isnât any different, you dick. Itâs the same as it always is. Iâm just tired of it tonight.â You feel yourself growing angrier when he just laughs, throwing you a mocking smile as he paces the room. Heâs definitely drunk.
âOh, excuse me, I didnât realize I needed to account for Little Miss Y/nâs fucking mood swings whenever I open my mouth-â
âWhat the fuck did you just sa-â
âI just didnât take you for someone whoâs sensitive-â
âWell, maybe I am, you fucking asshole! â
Youâre definitely drunk, too.
Tsukishima stops short, taking you in. He canât hide the shock on his face when he sees you - the way your hands are shaking at your sides, the quiver of your lip as you try your best to stand up to him. Youâre trying so hard not to cry, he can tell.
Wow, I really am an asshole.
âY/n⌠I-â
âDid you really think I would still want to go to that party once youâd made it clear how much you didnât want to go? That you think itâs stupid to hang out with your best friend on a Friday night doing something she wants to do - because your idea of a good time is so different from mine that you would try make me feel like a fucking idiot for it?âÂ
Tsukishimaâs starting to panic - had he made you feel that way? Heâd just been talking. He hadnât even been thinking about how it would make you feel - heâd thought nothing could hurt you, that your friendship is guaranteed and that having you next to him is a given.Â
Now he feels like heâs losing you.Â
âMaybe, once in a fucking while , it wouldnât hurt you too much to tell a girl sheâs pretty when sheâs just spent an hour trying to look good for you.â
The frustration on Tsukishimaâs face drops, and heâs left staring emptily at you.Â
Thatâs what this is about?Â
He stares for a while, his eyes just flicking back and forth between yours as he thinks of how to take that. It makes you nervous. Youâd said too much.Â
âFuck this.â
You blink, staring up at him in disbelief. What is that supposed to mean?
âWhat do you- mmh -âÂ
Tsukishima had crossed the room in just two steps, taking your face in his hands while youâd been preparing to yell at him again. And then heâd smashed his lips to yours.
Your heart jumps into your throat, and you let out a noise of shock, muffled against his mouth. Your eyes remain wide open, flitting in a panic over his features as you feel his lips move against yours. His brow is furrowing behind his glasses, and youâre realizing that you still havenât kissed him back. You push against his lips experimentally, watching that wrinkle between his eyes all but disappear when he feels it, and you think it looks a lot like relief.
Heâs nervous.
Your body moves of its own accord, hands sliding up his chest to grip at his shirt, and your eyes slide closed when you feel one of his hands fall to your waist. He nudges you backward, and you feel the hard surface of your closet door against your back.
Tsukishima slides his tongue against your bottom lip, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he feels you inhale sharply in response. He takes advantage of your surprise, pushing past your lips and brushing his tongue against yours. When you slide your hands up and around his neck, tugging at the hair there, he groans and leans down.Â
Planting a hand on the door behind you, he angles his head, slotting his lips against yours. He presses his hips into you, and you can feel how hard heâs getting. You sigh into his mouth at the feeling, smiling when his body reacts to the sound, his cock hardening against your thigh.Â
Tsukishima Kei might be impossible to read sometimes, but he never could hide from you.
He drops his mouth to your neck, latching onto a spot under your ear and using his other arm to pull you flush against him. The sounds youâre making are clear now, soft gasps and whimpers echoing in your tiny dorm room.
âSo stupidâŚÂ âÂ
You barely hear him, too busy wondering why it had taken so long to feel his lips on your skin.
âThe only person in the world that can see right through me, and you were stupid enough to believe what I said. â He mumbles it into your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and sighing when you moan against him.
âYouâre so meanâŚâ Your breath catches in your throat when you feel his hand drop to your leg, pulling the fabric of your dress up slightly. He grips at the back of your bare thigh, brushing against your panties and kneading into the plush skin just below your ass.
âWhat were you gonna do, Y/n, go home with Bokuto?â Tsukishima all but growls the question against your neck, dragging your thigh up and wrapping your leg around his hip. He feels your dress slide up, feels your warmth against his jeans. Heâs desperate to get out of them.
âY-You called me ugly-â
âI never said that.â Yes he had. He knows he had. He just hadnât realized you would take it to heart. Now he hates himself for even saying it. For pretending you arenât the most beautiful girl heâs ever seen.
âBo said I looked good⌠Figured I might as well go for someone whoâs actually attracted to meâŚâ You whimper when Tsukishima presses his erection against you, your thin panties useless against the rough fabric of his jeans.
âDoes it feel like Iâm not attracted to you?â
You breathe out a laugh, clinging to his biceps as he sucks another bruise into your skin.
âHow was I supposed to know, you dumbass? You only ever say mean things, and I thought I could get over you by-â
âBy what?â Heâs getting irritated again at the thought of what could have happened tonight if he hadnât brought you home. If heâd left you alone, like his brain was telling him to. If heâd given you space and just texted you in the morning.Â
âYou thought you could just fuck some other guy and get over me?â He lifts his head, grinning cruelly when you look up at him, your lip trembling. âBecause I didnât call you pretty tonight? Because you were tired of me being mean all the time?â
You nod, a gasp leaving you when he wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you up so youâre eye-level, slamming you back against the closet door and pinning you there with his hips. Your dress is bunched up around your stomach now, leaving Tsukishima with a perfect view of the wet spot on your panties when he glances down. His grin widens, an evil glint shining behind his glasses.
âBut it seems like you like it when I say mean things, Y/n.â
You whine in protest, growing louder when you feel him rut involuntarily against you at the sound.
âThis is different, Tsukki-â
âIs it?â Heâs distracted when he asks, too busy steadying you in his arms so he can lift you up and away from the closet. Making his way to your bed, he drops you unceremoniously on the mattress, smiling when you yelp. He removes his glasses and leaves them on your bedside table, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and wrapping his arms around your thighs so he can drag you toward him.
You sit up, taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips urgently to his - even on his knees, heâs tall enough to be eye-level with you. You feel his fingers, long and calloused, drift up your thighs and hook into your panties while he nips almost affectionately at your bottom lip.
âTsukkiâŚÂ â You whisper against his mouth, but heâs quick to shake his head, mumbling back to you.
âNot that. â
Youâre a little surprised - you never really call him by his first name. Heâd found it uncomfortable the one time youâd tried it as a joke. But if heâs asking, then-
âKei .â His pulse quickens under your fingertips when you murmur against his lips, his kiss becoming more full, and you realize just how much he likes it.
You pull away and press kisses to his face, peppering them across his nose and cheeks. Itâs a moment thatâs far softer than either of you had had before, one that has Tsukishimaâs heart beating a little too hard in his chest.Â
God, he hates being in love.
He pulls away from you, planting one hand on your chest and shoving you away from him. You fall back onto your elbows with a noise of surprise, bouncing lightly on the mattress. Tsukishima only reaches for your panties again, tugging them down and smiling to himself when you lift your hips to help him.Â
He throws them somewhere over his shoulder, refusing to break his attention. Planting his hands on each of your knees, he pries your knees open slowly, glancing up at your face for any signs of discomfort. When he finds none, his gaze flicks back down to whatâs in front of him.
And then his breath is cutting short at the sight of you lying bare in front of him. Youâre glistening, even in this dark room, and his cock is suddenly unbearably hard.Â
Heâd been thinking about this moment for far longer than heâd ever care to admit.Â
âWell, isnât this just the prettiest little pussy Iâve ever seen?âÂ
You throw your head back at his words, moaning loudly.Â
âOh, shut up.â You know Tsukkiâs slept with his fair share of girls since youâd started college - being a popular volleyball player has its benefits. Youâd done the same, hoping to squash down that jealousy in your own, twisted way. To hear him praising you like this - like youâd always wanted - has you clenching and squirming from the desire coursing through your veins.
âFirst you get mad because Iâm too mean, and now youâre mad because Iâm being nice?â He tilts his head, his voice mocking. âYou really need to make up your mind.âÂ
And then, before you can let out some kind of snarky quip, heâs dipping his head and dragging his tongue over your slit in one long stripe.Â
You gasp loudly and moan out his name, falling back onto the mattress as your hands fly to his head. You bury your fingers in his hair, tightening your grip when he does it again, licking through your folds before latching onto your clit, pulling the nub gently into his mouth.
He moans loudly against you when you mewl and pull his hair. The vibration on your clit makes you squirm, and youâre involuntarily rutting your hips against his face. He only laughs against you, his breath tickling your skin, and wraps an arm over your hips to hold you steady on the bed.
He pulls his mouth off of you, and you lift your head to look at him in annoyance. He smirks, holding eye contact while he brings his other hand to your folds. When he runs his fingers through them, stopping briefly to circle your clit, you whimper. And when he drops his middle finger to your entrance, nudging gently at it in question, you bite your lip and nod furiously, just wanting him to touch you already-
âOh my-Â Kei-â Your head falls back when he slides his finger in and drops his mouth to your clit to suck on it. He sets his pace with his finger, thrusting into you and curling gently up toward himself, repeating the process until he can tell by your squirming hips that youâre starting to feel something.
And then heâs pushing another finger past your entrance, his cock twitching when you moan at the stretch. Heâs been painfully hard for a while now, and all he wants is to be inside you of already. He doesnât realize youâre feeling just as impatient, only noticing when your hands drop to his shoulders, tugging on his shirt.
âKei âŚâ You pout down at him, your eyelids fluttering when he thrusts his fingers into you again. His fingertips are brushing against a spot youâve never been able to reach yourself, his fingers much longer than yours. You think you might become addicted to his hands soon. But you only pull again on his shirt with a whine, hoping heâll get the message.Â
Luckily, he does, because heâs pulling away to rip his shirt impatiently off his back, wiping his mouth with it before throwing it to the floor. He unzips his jeans as he makes his way up to the bed, pausing to scoop you up into his arms and tossing you closer to your pillows so he can climb on top of you.
When he pushes his mouth to yours, youâre moaning. He tastes like you, something heâs apparently proud of, because heâs just smiling against you and shoving his tongue past your lips. He drops his mouth to your neck again as he fumbles with his jeans.
âYou taste so good, you know that?â He latches onto your skin, sucking harshly. âSo much better than Iâd imagined.â He pushes his pants just past his thighs, growing impatient. You gasp quietly when his cock brushes against you, the sound changing to a moan when Tsukishima runs it through your folds, sliding against you.
He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes searching yours in a moment of astounding clarity given the insanity of this whole night.
âYou sure?â
Your heart jumps when he asks. Heâs got the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance, clearly holding himself back. But the way heâs looking at you makes you realize he wants this to be done right - after all, this had started with the two of you fighting. He doesnât want you to regret this later and be even more upset with him.
He doesnât want to lose you.
The idea that thatâs what been hiding behind Tsukkiâs eyes tonight - that vague panic that you couldnât put your finger on - makes your heart sing and your stomach swoop with butterflies. You can only nod, cupping his face and bringing him down to your lips. His kiss is gentle and full of something that makes your nerves worse, something that makes you feel more than sure.
âI want this more than anything.â
Tsukishimaâs heart skips, and heâs swearing softly against your lips. He hovers over you, keeping his mouth on yours as he presses his thumb against the head of his cock, guiding it past your entrance.
You gasp together as he pushes slowly into you, a moan pulled from your throat when he bottoms out and breathes out your name. The fog in your head - a mixture of alcohol, arousal, and nerves at the realization that youâre having sex with your best friend - worsens considerably when he drops his head to your neck, making an admission against your ear.
Iâve wanted this for so long âŚâ
You whimper, curling your fingers into his hair and holding him close as he pulls out slowly just to slide into you again. You moan at the slow stretch, feeling his shaky breath against your ear.
âI didnât mean to hurt youâŚâ Tsukishima doesnât know why heâs choosing now to have this conversation, when you very well can just talk about it after. But thereâs a strand of fear twisting around the butterflies in the pit of his stomach, and his mouth is moving without his permission. He needs you to understand what this means to him.
âI didnât know it would hurt you⌠I didnât mean itâŚâ His hips are still slow, moving languidly against yours. Heâd expected this to be rough - sex is only ever rough for him - but he needs to concentrate on what heâs saying. And you feel so good like this, so warm and tight around him.
Youâre having the same problem, your head completely empty as you feel him push into you inch by inch instead of all at once. You can barely hear him, your ears ringing and your skin overheating while you try to process that this is actually happening - that you finally have Tsukishima Kei the way that youâd always dreamed about.
âIâm sorry⌠Iâm sorry, Y/n.â
Your heart stutters when you realize what heâs been saying. Even with everything else going on right now - even as his hips are picking up the pace, even with his breath shuddering against your skin as he moans quietly in your ear - heâs distracted, trying to apologize. Trying to make things right between you.
âItâs okayâŚâ You whisper forgiveness into his hair, but you feel him shake his head, his grip on your hips tightening.
âItâs not. I shouldnât hurt you. Not youâŚâ He gasps quietly into your neck, his hips stuttering momentarily before he returns to his previous speed. âS-Sorry⌠You feel really good⌠Trying to focus.â
You flush, clenching around him and pulling him closer when he groans. You think about what heâs saying. â Not you â?
Youâre about to ask what he means, but heâs mumbling another admission against your skin, this one much more intense than the last.
âI love you, Y/n⌠So fucking in love, it hurtsâŚâ
You inhale sharply, your heart stopping in your chest. But then thereâs a moan ripping from your throat, because heâs hitting a spot in you that you didnât even know existed, the tip of his cock bumping up against something that makes the coil in the pit of your stomach twist harshly.
âI- fuck - Tsukki, I love you, tooâŚâ
Tsukishima lifts his head then, staring down at you with surprise written all over his face. You can only breathe out a laugh, moaning quietly while you giggle.
âWhat, youâre shocked? I just told you I almost went home with Bokuto just so I could stop thinking about you.â
His eyes darken at your words, and his hips are snapping harshly against yours. You moan in surprise, feeling your stomach flip at the way heâs looking down at you. He seems to remember now just how this night could have gone.
He sits up, knocking your hands away when you reach out for him with a whine, and pulls out of you completely. Slipping off the edge of the bed, he wraps his hands around your thighs and tugs you toward him roughly. He only smiles mockingly down at you when you slide across the mattress with a quiet yelp, pulling your hips flush against his.
When he slips into you again, the soft, caring Tsukishima is gone, replaced with the Tsukki youâve always known. The one who has no problem running his mouth just to get to you.
âThatâs it then, huh? If I hadnât dragged you home, youâd be wrapped around another man right now?â He slams into you, watching with delight as you cry out and arch your back. He keeps this pace, his grip on your hips bordering on painful as he drives his cock into you.
âTsukki-â
âWhat did I tell you? â His tone cuts through you, yanking hard on that coil in your navel and setting off a fresh flurry of butterflies.
âI- Kei -â
âYou think you can forget about me that easily? You think I would let you?âÂ
Youâre writhing under him, hands gripping your sheets tight as you gasp with each hard thrust of his hips on yours. The sight makes Tsukishimaâs hips stutter, and he feels his orgasm coming on. He drops his thumb to your clit to push you closer to the edge, throwing his head back with a moan when you clench around him.
âKei, please-Â feels so goo-Â ah-Â â
âS-Shit, Y/n, Iâm not gonna last⌠Where should I-â Tsukishima almost loses it when you claw at his hands on your hips, latching onto his wrists as you moan.
âInsi-Inside⌠Inside, Kei, pleaseâŚâ You look up at him, taking in the flush of his cheeks, the way his eyelids flutter when you clench around him. The way he bites down hard on his bottom lip and moans after a few seconds, breaking his hold on you so he can slam his hands down on the mattress on either side of you, his hair falling into his face as he pants down at you.
âFuck -â He reaches down, brushing his thumb over your clit again. When you tighten around him this time, heâs letting out a choked gasp and your name, and youâre suddenly filled with warmth as his hips stutter, as he spills into you. He drops his head to your shoulder, his breath shaky as he thrusts into you, riding out his orgasm.
And when heâs done - when his cum is dripping out of you while you squirm, feeling full but unsatisfied - he sits up, pulling you against him again. He wraps his fingers around your wrists, smiling breathlessly when you cling to his forearms, and uses you as leverage when he draws his hips back and snaps them harshly into yours.
You cry out, feeling yourself throb the more he all but drags you down onto his cock and tries to draw your orgasm out of you. He releases your wrists, his thumb circling that little bundle of nerves while his other hand grips the back of your thigh, spreading your legs even further.Â
When he changes the angle of his stroke, youâre gasping, unable to handle all of the sensations heâs causing in your body. Thereâs too much going on, too many feelings happening, each of which is bringing you closer to the edge. You slap your hands down over your face, trying both to muffle your moans and also hide your face, feeling embarrassed that your body is reacting so strongly to everything Tsukishima does.
He only coos down at you, his tone almost insulting.
âOh, is my baby going to come?â
You whine loudly at his words, so rude but so endearing - your stomach swoops as the coil tightens, but you nod anyway. His low chuckle reaches your ears.
âLet me see you, then.â When you donât respond, only moaning into your hands with each thrust, he clicks his teeth at you in annoyance. âCome on, Y/n. I wanna see how pretty my best friend looks when she comes on my cock.â
Tsukishima beams when that does it, your back arching as you cry out his name. You screw your eyes shut and fumble desperately for his hands. He slips his fingers through yours, holding tight when you come, your walls fluttering around him. He fucks you through it, inhaling sharply when you become impossibly tight, and then drops down over you when you're done, pressing his lips to yours.
You let out a sob against his mouth, your limbs heavy as you try to catch your breath.Â
âTsukki âŚâ You wiggle uncomfortably, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. He laughs against your neck, pressing kisses to your skin. And then he leans up again, pressing his lips to your tiredly.
âLet me get you cleaned up.â He snickers when you whine but joins in on your soft gasp when he slides out of you, both of you sensitive. Stripping you out of the dress thatâs been bunched up on your stomach this whole time, he leaves you on the bed, kicking his jeans off as he makes his way into your connected bathroom. When he returns, itâs with a wet rag and a gentle hand on your thighs.
Tsukishima scoops you into his arms when heâs done, setting you carefully against the pillows and climbing into bed with you. Your head is still empty, and you reach your arms out uselessly for him, mumbling his name. He only smiles, pulling you against his chest and kissing the side of your head.
âYou okay?â When you nod sleepily against his chest, he smiles, tugging you closer. âNot too mean?â
You giggle, planting a kiss on his neck.
âI like you a little mean.â
Tsukishima snorts, shaking his head.
âI know you do. But stillâŚâ He meets your eyes, suddenly shy, his cheeks flushing. âIâll be better from now on. Less â toxic boyfriend â and more â insufferable but still cute â.â
You beam at his words, your heart skipping.
âBoyfriend , huh?â
He rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.
âOh, Iâm sorry - I forgot you and Bokuto were basically married.â
âOh, right, I should probably tell him the weddingâs off-â
âYouâre a dick.â
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Oh my gosh! HELLOO!
Anywho~
I had a request for Alastor with a reader whoâs contract with Valentino just ended and Angel brings them to the hotel to help them get on their feet, they have lots of trauma from what the endured, maybe they stay close to Alastor because heâs very much a gentleman and never treats them like Val did?
Thank you!!
Oooh! I like this one a lot! We got a second Angel but unlike Angel, weâre probably better and less snarky and bitchy. Sorry, Angel. Anyway! Idk if itâs meant to be romantic or not so I am gonna guessâ
Alastor- Redemption Path
Alastor canât help but feel sorry and feel pity for you. Youâre just like Angel but you arenât as bad as Angel. A ex-pornstar that has finally been free from the pimp Overlord, Valentino and your dear friend Angel Dust is so relieved that youâre safe from him, now, heâll take even more measures to make sure youâll do better than him
Bringing you to the Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust introduced you to the Hotel Staff. Hoping they could help get you back into Hell more stably. Out of Charlie feeling immense sorry for your sexual abuse trauma, Vaggie considering to sign you up for counselling and Angel Dust barking at Husk to be nicer to you. Alastor is the one who is the most interested in you
Alastor is the one who escorted you around the Hotel. He is the only one who treated you so perfectly, he is a true sweet gentleman and he is doing much for you that itâs unbelievable. He doesnât want anything from you? How is that possible
Throughout the days since you first checked in as a client, Alastor notices the way you follow him around and he finds it adorable. Youâre such a lost lonely little puppy needing somewhere to feel safer and he doesnât mind playing that little safety spot for you. Itâs quite amusing
âOh. My dear, is something bugging you?â Alastor asked curiously as he finally turns around to face the cute eager shorter sinner that has been clinging onto him and following him around ever since he was polite and ârespectfulâ to them. Treating them like a person and not like an object. Unlike the first and only Overlord they knew at the time, he doesnât even notice their curvy attractive body or make creepy sexual remarks in the slightest
He just compliments the cozy colourful classy outfits theyâd wear, calling each and every one âadorableâ. He finds you adorable as a whole and he is entertained that youâre so enamoured by his kindness, that you act like a baby fawn following his mother around
The sinner that has been following him around all day, takes a few seconds to even blink. Youâre shyer around Alastor since he actually gives you a voice and a say-so, something youâre unfamiliar with. Having that⌠you never did back with Valentino and itâs almost overwhelming that such a friendly treatment is addictive to have, the way he handles you with delicacy. He isnât usually a man to sympathise with an awful situation but for some reason, he sympathised with you in his own special little way. Youâre thankful that he is even more polite and caring than anybody youâve ever met, even Angel!
âOh. My, youâre shivering. Are you cold?â You didnât actually answer Alastor with words but instead with actions, approaching him and shyly reaching out for a handhold but you didnât actually touch him, reminding yourself of his no touching clause. You hoped heâd let you slide this once. You donât really have anybody to talk to after you were jolted awake from night terrors over what that awful squeaking sex-obsessed freak of a moth did to you throughout your contract with him
Angel is there as a friend but heâs busy still suffering under Valentinoâs maniac rule right now, you donât want to bother any of the staff nor Charlie about your problems whilst they are busy. Sooooo
You figured your emotional support, the one who has been very patient and understanding with you. He hasnât let you down once just of yet
Alastor willingly takes your hand when he recognises your reach out attempt and brings you up to his side in a lone but strong tug. Not minding the sweater you wore being your only coverage for your bottom half. Just a cute off-the-shoulder sweater and thigh highs. Whilst your style mirrored Angelâs in an odd way, you didnât gross the Radio Demon out like the current top pornstar did. Youâre more innocent, more sophisticated
Youâre nothing like Angel, despite escaping from the same ugly world as that spider sinner is still trapped in. Youâre a recovering traumatised, overexploited pornstar in need of help to gain a new life within Hell and Alastor actually likes the idea of playing that knight in shining armour you clearly view him as. He canât tell why but he likes it
Leading you down the empty, slightly dark hallway with one arm around your body to keep you close, pressing your face against the side edge of his broad chest and the other slightly stylishly twirling his signature staff-like microphone cane, the Radio Host plans to take care of you in other ways then just hand you some blankets and set you out to your own Hotel room. Heâd prefer to personally put you to sleep and the process would be begin with a picture show, a talk and a darker warmer room
You didnât know why but your face was beet red, your heart was pounding in your chest and your eyes sparkled as you tilted your slightly fuzzy head up to look at Alastor. In, what felt like a blink, his crimson red eyes flashed a sense of genuine affection before returning to the usual half-emotionless bloody haze as the radio effect on his rather mighty voice kicks in with the overlap of both sincerely caring and classic semi-mocking Alastor style caring
It doesnât help that you swear you can feel his heartbeat grow fasterâŚ
Is Alastor feeling the same you are?!
âCome now, darling. Youâre clearly having bad sleeping patterns. How about me and you watch that picture show youâve been holding off? Yes. Yes, I know. I donât like your technology but I wouldnât be a help provider if I didnât provide you help, now would I?â
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Ok idk if ur comfortable with this if no itâs okay. So I see a lot of reactions of threesomes and who would be with who and how it would work out between the boys. but what instead of a threesome it was a cuckhold situation. What boy would be paired with who how would the vibes work out and is it a one time thing something to happen frequently like once a month? Kind of similar somewhat different ďżź
Cuckolding With SVT
Genre: smut, reactions, one shot, established relationship
Pairing: SVT x afab!reader
Warnings:Â smut, explicit language, cucking, penetrative sex, oral (fem receiving), squirting, threesomes, cumming on pants, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of alcohol, lemme know if I missed anything!
Rating: mature
Word count: approx 800
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Joshua
Joshua would 100% allow Jeonghan to ravage his girl. He would sit there with a smug look on his face and watch as Jeonghan has his way with you. But he wonât be quiet; heâd make snarky comments and throw in some insults as well; "How's my pretty girl doing? Is Jeonghan being mean to you? You want his cock? Eyes on me beautiful, let me see your pretty fucked out face as you cum....or not.â Jeonghan would feed off of this and would throw in some insults of his own. They both would be SO MEAN. Endless teasing from the both of them. You would either cum a lot or not cum at all, no in between. This would be such a frequent thing as well; he doesnât mind sharing you with Jeonghan and watching you get fucked by him.
Seungcheol
Seungcheol would also have Jeonghan over, but with him, itâll only be done when he wants to punish you. Been acting up lately? Well, time to call Jeonghan and watch you get absolutely destroyed by him. He sits legs spread, smirk on his face, and whiskey in hand as he watches you. And Jeonghanâs so much more meaner than Seungcheol so youâll definitely be sobbing and begging by the end of it. But he wouldn't want another man getting his woman to finish, so he'd most likely grab you and growl, "You only get to finish on my cock", right before pushing in. And Jeonghan would get to stroke himself till he cums.
Minghao
Mingyu is the one who suggested the whole idea to Minghao; after a bit of convincing, Minghao decided to give it a shot. He didnât think he would get so hot and bothered by it, but boy, was he wrong. Mingyu would see how riled up Minghao was getting, so heâd make sure to put on a good show for him. And boy, does Mingyu love putting on a show. Heâd make you cum over and over again, drawing out moans and whimpers. Heâd also manage to make you squirt, completely soaking the bed. As Minghao is slightly possessive of his girl, this wouldnât be a frequent thing, but if he feels like spicing up the sex life, Mingyu would be on speed dial.
Seungkwan
Seungkwan and Hoshiâs relationship in this situation will beâŚodd. This whole thing stemmed from an argument. To prove a point, Hoshi would go back to Seungkwanâs place, eat you out, and make you cum as many times as possible as Seungkwan watches. After the first time it happened, they concluded that every time they argue it must end with Hoshi eating you out for hours, no questions asked. And Hoshi just NEEDS to piss off Seungkwan even more, so you know heâs gonna make you cum until you pass out just by using his tongue. And Seungkwan just loves seeing you fall apart again and again. You look so angelic as you plead with Hoshi to stop, but you know heâs not gonna be stopping any time soon. So if Hoshi and Seungkwan get into an argument, just know that itâs gonna be a long night :)
Jeonghan
Jeonghan wanted to teach Dino how to treat a woman right, and what better way to teach than to give a hands-on experience? Heâd invite Dino over to âteach him the ropesâ by letting him have a taste of you. But it turns out Dino was the one pulling the ropes. Dino proves heâs no novice; he makes you cum over and over again until youâre screaming his name. Jeonghan would be impressed and very turned on with the way your face contorted in pleasure as Dino pounds into you. But Jeonghan being Jeonghan would never admit that Dino fucks you better than he does, so he keeps on inviting Dino over to âteachâ him when in fact, he just wants to watch you get fucked by Dino.
Wonwoo
Wonwoo sees the way you flirt with Jun; heâs not dumb; he knows that youâre into him, and he sees the way that Jun flirts back, too. Wonwoo isnât really into watching his girl get fucked by another dude, but heâs way too whipped for you not to allow your dreams to come true. He talked to Jun about it, and it was intended to be a one-time thing only, but with the way he sees you writhing under Jun, heâs not too sure he wants it to be a one-time thing. The way Jun fucks you as you moan Junâs name and look directly at Wonwoo has him palming himself through his jeans. Heâd cum in his pants without even realising it; heâd never admit it, though (but itâs pretty obvious with the way his jeans are stained). Heâs inviting Jun over more often than he initially thought, not because heâs into it or anything; itâs only cause he wants you to be happyâŚright?
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Wick Sable
The odd duck in the guilded cage
Despite this being a feral Mordecai and Viktor account I do occasionally like to dig into the others.
Wick is a character Lackadaisy fans love but don't talk about very much. He just the rich friendly geologist with a love of illicit beverages and a crush on Mitzi. Indeed he is all those things. But I want to dig a little into what may be hidden depth (geography joke haha)
Professional dissatisfaction
When we first meet Wick he is behind his desk looking very tired and beaten down. Forcing himself to keep working late into the night with excessive coffee. Attending to a large pile of paper work for tomorrow.
His expression shifts slightly when he sees the Lackadaisy pins fall out of the envelope and realises the letter is an invitation to him (and his fellow aristocrats) to the speakeasy.
This hatred of paper work and the administrative side of his business is a recurring issue for Wick. Making the reason for his reliance on the capable and attentive Lacy very obvious. Exhaustian and too much alchohol are no doubt partly to blame, but it seems to be something that puts him in a very depressed state of mind.
But when actually on the job, overseeing the hands on work of blasting a new quarry, his mood is much more positive. Indeed he has a very real and sincere love for geology and the nitty gritty work of his business. When he first went to the Lackadaisy he was spellbound by the lime caverns themselves as much by Mitzi's charm.
Its his special interest and he will go on long unprompted monologues on the topic if given the chance. Meaning it is specifically the being trapped in his office dealing with the red tape that makes him so unhappy not the industry itself.
Its almost sad that he is the one in charge of the company rather than in a role that puts him closer to the action which seems to bring him real joy. Like someone who loves cooking being in charge of a restuarant or someone that loves drawing running an animation studio.
They love the product/industry but that doesn't mean they enjoy their specific place in it.
Unimpressed Peers
Despite Wicks enthusiasm it proves not be infectious with his fellow elite, who complain about being dragged out of town to watch something, that while very important to Wick, they clearly could not care less about (even not that quietly mocking him and his love for rocks and construction)
When the evening doesn't go to plan due to the uninvited pig farmers Wick has an interesting exchange with Edmund Church, seemingly the most prominent of the St Louis upper crust in the group. Warning him about getting any more involved with an unsavoury crowd, especially Mitzi, outside of simply enjoying the occasional drink.
Wick doesn't take kindly to the snarky criticism and borderline threat to his reputation and responds with a much more direct statement on his peers sour nature
Tracy has mentioned that Church has a role yet to play in the story and it seems safe to assume from this it may well involve Wick in a less than friendly way if he continues to associate with his "lessers" as Church and the others see things.
Despite needing to remain on civil terms to keep them invested in his business, Wick clearly has little love for them, a feeling that is mutual as they have little respect for him and see him as an oddball, only tolerating him because his talent in his field can help make them a tidy profit.
But while he doesn't appreciate Church's sniping Wick IS concerned about his reputation, but not entirely for his own sake or that of his elitist associates, but for the many people who rely on him for employment, who could be hurt by extension of he gets pulled too deep into the less than repectable world of bootlegging
Romantic life
Outside of the crush he has had on Mitzi since first meeting her at the Speakeasy, we have very little information about Wicks love life before this. Being a handsome and wealthy gentleman from a good family, you would think he would he fighting women off with a stick, maybe even be a bit of a playboy.
Instead you get the impression Wick is pretty far away from being a ladies man. Mentioning to Mitzi that he doesn't even really know how to talk to women unless its about rocks, bugs or limestone.
He is clearly attracted to her and is tempted by her to risk his reputation and by extension his business to get closer to her, but so far his fear of the very real consequences are deterring him from taking that gamble.
Though there is that personal aspect to it, it seems that in a more abstract sense Mitzi's appeal to Wick is not just in her beauty and seductive personality, but in the excitement and thrill of her Speakeasy and bootlegging operations.
In that sense Mitzi represents that touch of danger and excitement that during prohibition many otherwise law abiding citizens enjoyed indulging in illegal drinking establishments. Being* just* naughty enough to give them a fun thrill while being detached from the more brutal blood soaked aspects.
Wick is a good natured person (the worst thing he has done is shoot a duck in his youth which he was forced to do) living a very "respectable" life, but that makes the superficial glamour of the world of underground drinking establishments and secret booze stashes even more appealing. Thats why despite his concerns and responsibilities he keeps going back ,not just to Mitzi, but to the Lackadaisy specifically. It has pretty geography, a pretty owner, and an open door to a more exciting avenue of life
Its for that same reason he doesn't seem to be overly uncomfortable with lovable bi disaster Zib flirting with him at the bar. He may have no intention of reciprocating, but it couldn't be a more different experience to the world he is used to
Even if he doesn't yet want to take the full plunge it all excites him enough to keep him circling the edges.
Because despite having so much going for him there are things about his life that not only bore him but make him unhappy. Whether its piles of paperwork, dealing with much stuffier "conventional" fellow aristocrats and not wanting to be like them, or just a general lack of true passion in his life, he is clearly a man looking for something more satisfying
Whether or not he remains a "tourist" or decides to take that gamble, throw his reservations to the wind, and take a more active role in the gang, is yet to be seen...
Assuming Rocky doesn't set fire to him first of course XD
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Wriothesley didn't smile much.
Occasionally, he felt his features being torn into a grimace of faux pleasantry, his eyes as cold as the sea that his prison lay beneath while he bared his teeth to pretend a mood he wasn't in. People liked it when he appeared friendly before them; he felt nothing. Only the most perceptive amongst them would have noticed his smiles never reaching his eyes. And those few knew better than to run their mouths. There simply wasn't much to smile about when he kept himself busy by dealing with the problems and conflicts that kept rising around him. No matter how hard he worked, he always woke to a new day of challenges. It was how he wanted it, as it allowed him to forget the memories he didn't want to ponder.
And though Meropide forged unique relationships amongst its prisoners, the same couldn't be said about Wriothesley.
Even respected and, occasionally, admired by others, his life was more lonesome than it would seem to some. Good company was hard to come by when he spent all his time below the surface, running his prison and enjoying tea in his office with only his own thoughts to listen to. Every day was bittered by the uncertainty of the future he never thought he'd live to see. That same bitterness robbed him of genuine smiles to decorate his face with.
That was until you came along.
If he was the gasoline keeping the machines working, you were the match setting them ablaze. If he was the hot water to make his tea, you were the sugar sweetening his day. There was no friendly banter to have with you, no matter how little Wriothesley cared for the cold shoulder and snarky rejections you gave him every time he sought you out. And yet, the thought of seeing you again was enough to put a spring in his step, his lips parting in a grin more becoming of a little boy than a grown man.
Undoubtedly, you'd be there, in his office, sorting through his paperwork or glowering at the tea cups as you counted down the seconds the leaves needed to seep. You were meticulous like that, although Wriothesley would have drunk straight-up poison if you had served it. He knew you would welcome him with a sigh and your attention diverted towards other matters than himâyou liked the credit coupons way too much that this work earned you. It was a privileged position, and you sought after any work Wriothesley handed you, even if you harbored no other feelings but indifference for the 'Duke'.
But how could he not adore you?
It had been a while since Wriothesley felt as alive as he did when he met you. You might have turned down any offer to join him for a meal (on his dime, mind you) or to give you a paid day off. Still, the way you fretted over a minor, completely irrelevant mistake you made was too adorable to send you away. He loved your serious ways, loved your hardworking mindset. He kept replaying your focused expression and grimaces in his head, chuckling into the darkness while he laid in bed at night.
There was no particular reason his heart chose you. Or perhaps his heart chose you, which made the reason special? But either way, he watched you over the edge of the report he should have been reviewing. Watched your hand guiding the feather over the paper you were working on, wishing you'd come over and hold his hand instead.
Wriothesley observed how you furrowed your brows tensely, wondering if you'd let him massage the tension away. He caught the way you nibbled at your lips, wishing he'd be able to have a taste of them instead. Working with you was torture. Torture he enjoyed a little too much.
"You're going to stare a hole through that paper, your grace," you noted, not even looking up at him as you spoke. You two weren't on the best terms since you still hated him after he thwarted your plans to escape the prison. But the way you called him by the respectful title he didn't care about didn't send a shiver down his spine because of the vitriol you spat it with. The grin curling the corners of his lips was evidence of that, but Wriothesley quickly hid it behind his hand, clearing his throat.
He went to grab his cup of tea, but it was already empty. The sinking feeling of disappointment curled in his stomach as he realized what this meant.
"It's past your work hours," he reminded you, secretly hoping you'd not care. It was past his work hours, too, but he'd rather sit in silence with you, working, than at home with only the memory to keep him company.
"You're right," you noted, no indications of your next move from the sound of your voice. Would you stay? Would you leave? You kept scribbling the itemization he had you create, and a glimmer of hope lit his world up. That was, until you set down the feather, gathered your documents, and created order on your table that Wriothesley had squeezed into his pretty crowded office.
Before you could say anything, he had gotten up, standing even before you did. "I will see you out," he explained as you glared at him, knowing fully well that with his gaze so strangely fixated on you, his reaction was not normal. And it wasn't, not when it made his heart beat incredibly fast, Wriothesley hoping you couldn't hear it break out of his ribcage the closer he got to you.
"My, someone's in a hurry," you commented snidely, and Wriothesley's grin jerked back into place. "Are you invited on a date or something...?"
"Depends," he started, quickly catching his composure after the initial surprise over your question. Was it jealousy, perhaps? A man could dream. "Are you free tonight?"
Taking a quick step forward, he stopped you in your tracks, coming to a halt in front of you. You two stared at each other in silence, displeasure written over your face that was just inches away from his. Your breath caressed him, swirls of your scent fogging his mind. Wriothesley could have leaned forward, abused this situation in ways unbecoming of his position. Risking it all just to brush his lips against yours. But his heart might have burst into a million pieces had he done so. Instead, he stood and waited, hoping for you to be the first to break the charade of your hatred. Give him the signals he so desperately hoped for.
Maybe it was all false after all. Perhaps you felt even just the smallest piece of love for him, too.
But instead, you rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, gesturing for him to go down the stairs first. He was your superior, after all, although he would rather squeeze up next to you than walk before you. Even if his heart clenched with your simple and justified rejection, it was unthinkable he'd miss out on the chance to walk beside you and watch you like a hawk until the very end.
"Funny," you finally replied, and it brought the heat to his face as you complimented him. Wriothesley was not trying to be funny by asking you outâagainâbut he'd take what he could. "But I fear I'm too busy for that. I'd rather get out of this prison faster than waste my time."
The laugh that escaped him was one he had practiced for years, barely distinguishable from a real one. It covered the hurt of your rejection and the fear of losing you. Inside this prison, he had the power to keep you by his side. But outside of it? His reach didn't go much further than these walls.
"You're very optimistic about your time here. How refreshing."
It was rare that you smiled in his presence. In fact, Wriothesley seemed to cause your mood to sour with the whisper of his name alone. So when it was your turn to grin, he noticed it immediately. He watched your lips curl in awe as if you were bestowing him with a blessing rather than your pity.
"It's already been a year, your grace. And don't try to tell me my behavior wasn't anything but perfect. I don't think my sentence will be much longer than what I've been given after the escape."
Time slowed as you moved forward, passing Wriothesley as his steps halted. You noticed quickly when his shoulder stopped bumping into yours, standing still at the bottom of the staircase before turning around.
"Don't tell me you thought I'd always be here."
Of course, he didn't. He knew your time would come. But not so soon... had it really been a year already?
"I'm glad for you," he mumbled, more out of reflex than from his heart. Wriothesley only ever strived to have his prisoners redeem themselves, but did that really mean he had to let you go? "Your hard work will be missed."
"I'm sure," you replied, turning back to the door before heaving open the heavy metal as he trudged after you slowly. The news hit him like a fist to his face, breaking, shattering. But it was his heart that received the blow. Perhaps in all this time, he enjoyed himself a little too much by your side, the end of your sentence seemingly so far away. And now that you were slipping out of his grasp, the panic began to festerâfeelings he could not control.
"As always," you suddenly chimed up, and although his eyes didn't stray from you, Wriothesley noticed you two were no longer alone, activating the false persona you liked to display in front of strangers. It always made him feel special that you didn't put it up before him, but right now, he wished the conversation wouldn't be interrupted. That he had time to convince you to stay here. With him.
"It was a pleasure working with you, your grace. I look forward to our next meeting. Don't let me keep you!"
And with a smile and a wave, you bounced off to enjoy your evening. Away from him. Happy without him.
Wriothesley could barely pull himself together to greet the prisoner who walked up to him. The man tried to get his attention, but Wriothesley watched you disappear into the crowd even long after you were gone.
"Your grace!" the man suddenly yelled right next to his ear, and although it was not as angelic and beautiful as what came from your lips, it tore him right out of his thoughts.
"That person," the man mumbled, pointing the way you left and indicating he was talking about you. He leaned in closer to whisper, and Wriothesley curled his hands into fists, holding back from punching him after he dared mention you. "There's something I have to tell you about."
"Sure," Wriothesley said, wincing at his own soundless answer. He couldn't help the annoyance that someone knew something about you that he didn't. But he'd listen and learn.
"To say it frankly, they've not been conducting themselves properly. Many of us have suffered from their actions, and now that they will be released, I think we should speak up about their misdeeds."
Oh, Wriothesley thought, the tension falling off him. He raised his hand to pat the man's back, inviting him inside his office. Wriothesley couldn't pretend not to be happy, a gentle smile creeping over his face. It was a little less fake than any other smile he had given the countless prisoners around here, but the real ones were still only reserved for you. "These are some serious accusations. How about we take your statement inside?"
He sent the man inside, looking back into the crowd aimlessly for the sight of you before he shut the door. You were somewhere out there, still thinking you'd get to go home soon. Wriothesley smiled. Unless there was a reason as to why you'd need to stay.
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"It's good to see you again."
It was impossible to wipe away the big smile off his face as you stood before him, frowning deeply.
"I'm really, truly sorry that your sentence has been prolonged. But alas, it will be nice to work by your side once again."
He watched with the greatest satisfaction as you bit your lip, the thought of kissing you right on the mark popping into his head again. However, fear crossed his features as he noticed you didn't stop, even as it started to bleed. Wriothesley wondered how your blood tasted before he focused back on the situation at hand. He knew you had to hold back every inch of your being to not scream and cry and shout at him, although he would have liked to be given a reason to shut you upâany way necessary.
You knew fully well he was the one signing your final sentence. Buying and selling illegal goods didn't warrant another five years of imprisonment. But your conduct had been too good to push for the ten years Wriothesley wantedâbelieve him, he fought hard for justice that day. Even Neuvillette was surprised that Wriothesley was so intensely interested in your redemption. However, the Ludex still went against the pleading of an old yet desperate and needy friend and just gave you five.
It was disappointing, but Wriothesley didn't plan on letting the time he had been given go to waste.
Picking up his cup, he held it out to you, giving you a gentle, reassuring smile that reflected nothing of the malice he had to harbor to get you to stay. After all, he was delighted, thoroughly pleased even. The day had only just begun and his mood was already through the roof just having you back in his office again.
"Cup of tea?" he asked innocently. Your eyes dropped to the cup, a hint of uncertainty about why he was treating you so kindly even though you misstepped again.
"On it," you mumbled, taking the cup from his hand, your fingers brushing over his, feeling much too soft for such a bad criminal as you were. But before he could imagine those fingers wrapped into his hair and clothes in an intense make-out session, you shocked him as you whispered, "Thank you, your grace," as if to thank him for not kicking you out from this job that definitely benefitted you. You were still snide, still angry you had to do it in the first place. But apparently, a part of you recognized his innocence as goodwill. At least, he could make himself believe that besides the perceived snark.
Off you went to brew some tea, standing barely ten meters from him. But at least with your back turned, you missed the heat spreading over Wriothesley's face, into the tip of his ears and across his cheeks. And even when you turned back, the hand clasped over his mouth didn't give away the genuine smile of adoration he couldn't seem to wipe off his face. Wriothesley would enjoy the time spent with you, day after day, waiting for you to make another mishap so you'd have a reason to stay with him forever. Otherwise, Wriothesley was sure he'd find another way to keep you all to himself.
But for now, he'd start by making you smile at him first.
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one of the girls
pairing: famous!haechan x afab!reader. genre: smut. content: manhandling, brat taming, o. denial, o. control, unprotected sex, clit stimulation, creampie, princess treatment, argument for pride, stubborn reader, mean!hyuck.
party halls. fancy cars. effervencent champagne. dazzling nights.
in a room full of men thinking important thoughts, he steals the show. flirtatious whispers coming his way. the sighs that his cut-out profile draws, smiling because he knows the effect he has on people. lots of broken hearts wherever he goes. except one. or ones; he is the embodiment of romanticing. looking from below with his bright wild eyes as he takes off your shoes and kisses your ankles before leaving you powerless because he knows the effect he has on you.
dribbling the crimson liquid into the glass, your eyes cascade over his silhouette at the other end of the room, inhaling the exquisite scent of the liquor. the lipstick traces the edge of the glass, reminiscent of the hue delicately unveiling itself beneath the collar of his shirt as he unfurls the knot of his tie. muscles automatically flexing in the task as his lower lip, kissed a million times, is captured by his canines.
despite their delicacy, the movements carry a nuance underlying the grace of his gestures, and the aroma that envelops him is so exquisitely intoxicating that your thoughts are spilled all over the room. as if he carries with him the very essence of seduction. his masculinity is pronounced, yet seamlessly fused with a continuous subtlety. devilishly attractive, he exudes an allure so undeniable that one can't help but think he is well aware of his own magnetic presence.
you still feel the bubbly taste of wine on your tongue as you place the glass on the table and cross the hotel room as you catch him smirking because he's aware you tried to keep your breathing sounding rhythmic as his dazed eyes fall on you when your fingers tangle with his, honey hair tickling your forehead. âallow me.â
your thoughts are still messy everywhere. in his eyes like two wild suns, in his adam's apple when your hands venture up to his neck, undoing the knot because even though it's devilishly attractive, alcohol still has the same mundane effect on him.
he looks through you. as he's aiming for your heart, his hands ready to rip it apart before he decides to take care of it instead. fiddling with the cord of a bow almost undone in the restless night with his bewitched eyes following the stroke of his fingers burning the skin of your chest.
he leans in and his lips seek yours to press a small kiss. and then another. and another. until the ephemeral becomes everlasting. âi want you.â
âi know.â he hums in response, almost nonchalantly were it not for his velvety eyes still spilling on your lips and his tongue teasing the inside of his cheek. your eyes drift from his tongue when he wet his lips where your skin burns and tickles. âit looks good on,â he pronounces as you observe he knotted the loose bow again.
your lips stretch into a sharp smile, reluctant to show whether that could have affected you. âyou're not special,â you say, âi'm not gonna remember you just because you've been putting your best behavior and decided to not have sex with me.â
he stays magnanimous as the anger starts to crisp you when he laughs with light amusement, âoh, i will fuck you.â your brows cloud in disbelief, which leads him to smile even wider, âi prefer it with clothes on.â
you're too stunned by his confession to feel him pull you to himself and leave a kiss on your wet mouth. much more disoriented when he murmurs against your mouth, too fond to be snarky, âis that okay with you, angel?â without waiting for an answer to kiss you deeper as he knew the absence of your answer already.
it's very hard to spin thoughts now that his mouth won't stop moving over yours. more intoxicated by the taste of his tongue than the liquor that runs through your body. âlay down,â he asks when his hands are already pushing you into bed. his footprints burn your skin. you look at him through the thick haze of your chaotic subconscious while furious flutters take place in your stomach.
âi thought you like it with clothes.â your voice comes out thicker and deeper than you want it to be. pure desire intermingles, and haechan can sense it as he unbuttons his shirt, raising the gaze that holds the answer to your intrinsic question. your clothes remain intact while his is disappearing, watching him taking his shirt off, you let the complaints to die on your tongue at the sight of his tanned skin.
his hands slide into the buckle of his pants and you hold your breath. face burning from trying to contain the flames rising up your neck. feeling the fire twitch in your stomach, and stream to your hands already perching on him before your mouth does. kisses pressed on his waist, in the valley of his stomach that leads to his sternum.
he stops every motion treasuring your lips on his skin, âweren't you taking off your pants?â his gleeful chuckle vibrates against your palm releasing liquid desire in your belly. your fingers pull down the piece of fabric as you keep kissing his warm, soft skin, so dangerously close if you just slide your mouth a few inches lower to his growing bulge. âwant me to take care of it?â you inquire.
haechan catches one of your feet in his hands as you drop to the fluffy surface. a smile dances on his lips as he pushes it to open. âyou will.â his hand wraps around your ankle and holds you in place on the edge of the bed, as you revel in his anatomy. eyes gleaming at the view when when his erection hits the spot where your lips were pressing a few seconds ago.
you shallow and he notices it, âdon't worry, pretty. it'll fit.â wanting to hold it for yourself is a lot of greed that you're not willing to reveal, so you bite your lip as your eyes fall on the ceiling, trying to take away the appetite from feeling it in your mouth before answering, âso?â
his hand drags down the back of your neck, suspended above you as he places a long, lush kiss on your mouth. you feel him venturing under your skirt before his warm fingers meet your bristling skin, a triumphant smile rises on your lips as his mouth drifts toward your neck, releasing a small hiss as he realizes the lack of garments underneath the fabric.
he's flushed. moist eyes clouded with ache burning his pupils. âfuck youâ you're playing filthy.â his raspy voice sends you to the edge of the world. âi'm not playing anything,â you feel your tongue unravel to respond with difficulty. he grunts. lie. he knows you were. all along. your games, all dirty. the constant competition to know which one bewitched the other.
just because you didn't want to admit that you were the first one to give in.
you press your lips together when he slides through your silky folds. he curses and you roll your eyes. âalready this wet?â he clicks his tongue, drawing circles on your clit. the drunken taste of his tongue mingles with the wine flavor when he kisses you firmly. your breath is caught in your throat when his digits switch the intensity of the motions.
your warmth aches for him. legs spreading cause him to increase the enhancement of his strokes. silent hisses leave your lips the moment he pulls away just enough to look at you. âlet me hear you.â his eyes eclipsed in two black orbs. he chuckles, âneed help with that?â your lip is caught between your teeth when you sense him guiding his fingers to your entrance. fuck.
you're hazing. blurry thoughts as electricity is shot into your bloodstream. haechan eases his fingers in you, pumping with a steady pace, making sure you're feeling him. watching you from above as you twitch due to fire pooling down your legs. your being is burning and your chest is filled with dying moans. eyes rolling back when your walls clench around his tick fingers fucking the shit out of you. âlet me stretch you pretty for my cock,â he coos. lush growing a hole in your belly as his relentless strokes send you to the brim, accentuating the strength and depth with which he buries his fingers in you, threatening to shatter you.
his firm grip lands on your collarbones. you're a mess uncontrollable. arching your back and squirming under his gaze. sensing your stomach tightens violently when you feel the crushing climax looming in your body, clouding your mind and filling your ears with white noise. your belly contracts and shakes, your legs jerk, and your mouth opens. a whine finally escapes from you when he stops all the actions.
you are beyond confused, dazed and disoriented. your mind takes eternal seconds to process the fact that you were about to unleash the ecstasy before he, who grins at you, ceased it all. you don't give a fuck at this point. the moans fill your mouth now turned into gloomy sounds while your eyes search for him in distrust as they begin to well up with tears. upset. vexed.
âhaechan.â he kisses you and you sob. haechan's tongue press against the pulsing vein on your neck, âthe only way you're coming tonight is on my dick, precious.â your fingers bury themselves in the tender skin of his shoulders, arching your back. a pant leaving your lips as the swirl of emotions takes place in your belly when he sucks gently. one of his hands grasps your waist making sure to exert force in it, âstop being a tease and be a good girl, yeah?â before you feel him guiding his tip between your folds. your body trembles at the sensation of his cock being lubricated with your arousal. your mind scatters in all the places he's present. physically and emotionally.
a high-pitched sound echoes in your throat when he thrusts you with ease, feeling every inch expand your walls. your head lolls inadvertently aware of his thick length pushing in. he grunts, wild eyes as he hovers over you to have a full view of you taking him. of his dick burying into your aching cunt.
hair being pulled as you curl under him. hand reaching his on your waist unconsciously when he starts to thrust. so torturously steady, so painfully rough. you feel him everywhere. your pulse quickens and pumps your ears. face burning and cheeks wet. your mouth feels dry and something warm and smooth takes place inside. his cock hammers your soaked pussy and your ears fill with the lewd sounds every time he sinks into you. âd-don't cut your hairâ.â he hums with amusement.
a shudder whips you and you're a mess of tears and strangled sighs. hands clenched in your chest as haechan buries himself over and over again mercilessly, shaking your body due to the force he exerts every time he pushes you towards his pelvis before meeting you halfway and fucks into you, leaving you breathless and counting stars.
he breathes sharply, ânot a single word of how good i'm fucking you?â you're numb, feeling more that hearing the lewd of your arousal mixing around his. âin subspace, angel?â he bends over you, bringing your legs with him. his hands stop caressing your inner thighs to go to your chest. your fingers tangle with his when he undoes the bow that keeps your blouse on, âshould i stop?â
your body goes into alarm at the same time your stomach closes and twitches, âplease don't.â haechan pulls away from you, decreasing the pace of his thrusts. a pant leave his mouth half-open, looking disturbed all of a sudden before you sense him twitch between your walls. eyes closing tightly as he rocks his cock back and forth, hand going towards your cunt to start circling your clit. your pussy throbs knowing he's so close.
your heart skips a beat. your whole body is covered with pure pleasure. raw. and you feel your blood boil when you think you're burning at any moment. pearlescent skin in sweat. wrinkled and ruined clothes, cuffed by his hands as he buries himself and hammers his cock into you. pelvis pounding you rhythmically, bringing you to the intoxicating sensation of climax destroying your belly. a painful sharp pleasure fills you up.
âyou've been snarky all night, shall i remind you your place?â one of his hand gropes the soft skin of your breast. the mere touch stuns your senses and turns them into a whirlpool of ecstasy.
â'm so cloâse.â
your pussy starts pulsating and he can't take his eyes off your breasts wiggling to the rhythm of his thrusts.
âi can tell that.â your hands sting when he takes them in one of his, bringing them to your stomach and exerting pressure where it burns deliciously. âfeeling bold telling me how to make you feel good?â he clicks his tongue, âanswer.â
âplease, don't stop,â you plead in despair. âi love you.â
your boyfriend chuckles with tender, âi love you, too. but that's not what i want to hear.â he increases the pressure on your swollen clitoris.
you gulp, suddenly flushed. âfuck,â you mutter, ââfeel so good, 's too m-uch.â
you groan in despair as the world crumbles and blurs around you. sinking into a total catalytic state feeling every nerve ending twitch and release itself when haechan fucks you hard against the mattress, âs-such a brat.â a pleasurable pain whips and contorts your body when he coos, âjust like that, keep moaning like that.â arching your back towards him as his cock pulls you to the edge of the world and drops you into the welcoming ocean of breath-taking spasms. it feels too much, so intoxicatingly sensitive when he keeps thrusting you until you feel him tremble and stop with a restrained whine.
you feel him pull out his erect dick and start stroking it as he growls before you feel his hot seed coating your pussy. his cum spills into your folds, dripping down your cunt before he guides his tip along the path it leaves to push it into you. hand on your knee to make sure you don't close your legs as he gazes at your destroyed pussy filled with him.
âat one point i need to go get clean,â you say snarkily.
he creeps towards you with a grin, âallow me.â before depositing a trail of kisses down your stomach until you can't keep holding his gaze when he buries it between your legs.
your sharp breath freezes in your throat.
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i'm...thinking about writing a book?
I mean. I feel really silly at the thought because i'm not like a scientist or anything, i'm barely at the beginning of my knowledge journey, but...being a writer was what I always wanted to do. It's what I've been doing ever since I could remember. And I'm constantly, constantly just so full of things that I want to tell the whole world. I will have a realization or idea and think, oh my god. Everyone needs to know this. But I can't tell everyone. I'm not good at talking.
I'm good at writing. But I will sit down to write a post on my silly little blog and get so overwhelmed by the SCALE of everything I want to say.
I think I've already started to write a book. I think the space for these ideas to fill is already the size of a book and it will never have any smaller of a size, and no one else will come along to write the book, and no one else CAN write the book, and IT HAS TO BE WRITTEN.
I want to write about the ways of the plants, of course. I want to teach how to transplant and how to gather seeds and the properties of keystone species...but more importantly, I want to write about how to learn the ways of the plants. I want to promote the habit of insatiable curiosity and intense observation. I want to show everyone that everything everywhere is infinitely interesting and mysterious, and if you pay attention to the plants, they will teach you.
I want to write about Symbiosis. I want to write about how we are connected to every other thing, how we have our own ecological niche as Caretakers, and our own special adaptations of curiosity and love. I want to write about how the ecosystem needs us to participate in it, not to cut ourselves off from it, and how our powerful influence on ecosystems can be for good or for bad. We are not a disease. We are a Keystone Species.
I want to discourage this Euro-centric idea that sees humans as separate, and recommend more reading from indigenous points of view that understands ecosystems better and sees humans as participants in nature, engaging in a reciprocal symbiotic relationship. I want to speak against all this talk about removing humans from half of the Earth or reducing the human population, and show other people that despair and fear make you paralyzed and powerless, but hope is powerful.
The most important and powerful thing you can do for your ecosystem is to love it. It is necessary to have hope for the futureâto learn to imagine a future of restoration and renewal, and to build community with other people working toward that future.
If we don't imagine a future for our ecosystems, imagine them boldly and audaciously in ways that feel crazy and impossible, those futures will not happen. But just the act of saying, "This WILL happen. We WILL be okay." gives you the strength and energy to fight and it gives you the creativity to come up with solutions you never could have thought of before.
And I feel I have to explain, how did I end up listening to plants? And how did the teachings become so important that I had to write about them? There's this black, swallowing abyss underpinning all of who I am, some intimation of a reality so terrible the human spirit breaks beneath it. I had a mental health crisis back in 2021 where I was pulled deep into that abyss, and when I started rescuing little plants and caring for them, I was basically re-learning how to be human.
I feel like I was seeking answers to "How am I supposed to live in this world?" in the natural world because the human world of poetry and books and articles and think-pieces had utterly failed me in that regard. I had taken multiple poetry classes where I had read all the best contemporary poems, and all the poets just wrote flat, plodding, blunt descriptions of their trauma and despair. Nothing is wrong with these topics, but the worst part was how these authors didn't even take themselves seriously; they had to be detached and ironic about their own pain, like a snarky dystopian novel hero who jokes casually about the horrific reality they live in so the reader knows that this reality is normal and unremarkable to themâand even more importantly, that the hero is ironic and cool instead of responding in a vulnerable, human way.
And speaking of dystopian novels...there were a lot of those! It was like all the visions of the future I had read were dystopian. Even I had been writing a dystopian novel. But I realized that I wasn't wise enough to tell that story yet. I didn't know why at first. But then, as I was reading everything people were writing about climate change, I began to realize.
I saw a lot of patterns between the way people wrote about climate change and the tendencies of self-harm and self-defeat that gnawed inside me. Suicide was something that I had never struggled against, but I understood that suicide was only the most striking manifestation of a self-annihilating way. Sometimes you feel like by hurting yourself, you are being transgressive, exercising autonomy against an absolute, crushing reality. It doesn't have to be physical hurt; it can just be deciding no one will like you and denying yourself love, or thinking "Well, there's no use hoping for anything good to happen."
This is how people talk about climate change. They fantasize about extreme, horrific scenarios and talk as if the Earth is already dead and destroyed, and they talk about humans hatefully and as if they were a disease, and then congratulate themselves for seeing how bad it REALLY is instead of being in denial. It is easy for people to get attached to this and even get mad when someone suggests there might be hope, simply because self-harm can be very psychologically reinforcing.
It is common to call these responses "climate grief." But as I came into this very simple and quiet yet profound encounter with Nature, she had an answer to this philosophy that was perfectly gentle and placid and yet caustic enough to strip paint:
"HOW CAN YOU WISH FOR THE STRENGTH TO GRIEVE THE EARTH, WHEN YOU WERE NEVER STRONG ENOUGH TO LOVE IT?"
I realized, with a breaking heart, that I had always hated and resented my back yard and my home town, because it was an ugly place that seemed to me "Already destroyed," and my soul ached for woods and wilderness.
It had taken me 20 years to fully admit my love of nature, because I felt like there was no point in acting upon itâeverything would get destroyed anyway.
I had not been brave enough to love the woods across the road, the creeks and the hills, because they were so fragile in a world that didn't respect them, they could be destroyed by some housing development at any time. So I just accepted that it was already a lost cause.
But it was time to be brave enoughânot to accept despair, but to choose hope.
To grow up, first we had to become strong and get rid of silly beliefs like hope and fairness and love. But now, we have to become even stronger and start believing in those things again.
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YOUR DRABBLES GIVE ME LIFE AHAGDJSH if you ever write about virgin gojo somehow being really good even on his first time i might lose it !!!!!!!
THANK YEEWWW NONNIE<3333
virgin gojo is very special to me i will HAPPILY expand on this idea, ty sm for the ask~
contains: fem reader, dirty talk<3, virgin!gojo, established relationship, choking, size kink if you squint, two seconds of plot for context
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before getting into a relationship with gojo you thought he was arrogant, albeit for good reason but he was always so confident and snarky, it drove you insane
the way he would flirt with the cashier at the coffee shop when he took his students out for a break, never failing to fluster them
youâve seen the way he teases his opponents and coworkers alike
thereâs no way that a man with no sexual experience who speaks like heâs trying to seduce you constantly, has never got his dick wet
even hearing yaga say something about how he wears his glasses when he meets with women, so of course you thought he had some experience under his belt (literally)
so itâs safe to say you were a little shocked when you were straddling gojos hips, steadily rocking back and forth on his growing bulge, reaching between the two of you for his belt when one of his hands left your hip and gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks mumbling against your lips âslow down baby, never done this beforeâ
itâs not like he consciously tried to stay a virgin for most of his life,
being the strongest he doesnât exactly have time to relax all that often, so before he knew it he was twenty seven and still, had never had sex
you two have been together for a couple months, youâve had your fair share of partners, but working at jujutsu tech yourself, you and gojo didnât have a ton of private time for things like this
sure heâs pulled you into a janitors closet once or twice to slide his knee between your legs and sloppily make out with you till you lost your breath (only adding to the illusion that heâs done this before)
coming to the realization one day that you two havenât gone much further than that, and wanting to feel closer to him you invited him over to your place after work,
so here you currently were
pulling back from kissing him you looked into his crystalline eyes with an unreadable expression, the gears turning in your mind
memories of him saying sentences straight out of porn when he was kissing you, the way he always knew the spots on your body to caress to make you melt into him
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âdid i break you baby? heh, sorry i never told you itâs a little embarrassingâ he looks away for a second, rubbing his big hand over the back of his head before placing both hands back on your hips, caressing the skin there, âjus saw were things are headin n thought i would let you know.â
this didnât make any sense to you, you couldnât wrap your mind around it but you had to say something, âthatâs- but youâre- you- how-â okay, not exactly what you wanted to say but it made him giggle
ââs that a problem princess?,â caressing your legs up up up, sliding his lithe fingers under the hem of your shirt and teasing the soft skin of your tummy, he snapped you out of your daze,
âsorry, âs not a problem, really satoru, jus had my own assumptions about you, but this doesnât make me want you any lessâ you succeeded in forming a coherent sentence, squirming and squeezing around his legs as he stimulates your body, âgood to hear baby, ur gonna have to show me what to do right? how to fuck you n make you feel good?,â his teasing voice returns
it was the truth, gojo being a virgin weirdly make you feel hotter, being the first one the worlds strongest sourcerer will be inside of filled you with a sense of pride, âjus sit back baby, let me do all the work.â a wave of confidence filled your chest and he returns his own sinister looking smile
âđđŚđľ đŽđŚ đĽđ° đ˘đđ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đłđŹâ you said. so how did you end up here? currently face down, ass up with gojoâs girthy cock splitting you in two as he gives you the most devious backshots, his long middle and index fingers rubbing your own juices all over your clit, adding to the already intense stimulation you were feeling
âfu-ck âs-toru-uuuâ words getting cut in half as he gives you deep, heavy thrusts, âcant believe ive been missing out on đľđŠđŞđ´â he punctuates with a hard thrust, knocking the wind out of your chest
âthough you d-didnt kn-ow what to d-ooo,â you were trying and failing to speak in an intelligible way, âam i doin a good job?,â he giggles, biting his lip at he looks down at the thick ring of cum youâre leaving at the base of his cock
âso good âtoru, fuckin me s-so so good.â you turned your head to look at him to the best of your ability, feeling slight better as his words mightâve seen composed but his face and chest were flushed the prettiest shade of red, his chest heaving like he just ran a marathon
âyeah? fuckin ur pussy that good? tell me more baby, tell me how good âm makin you feel,â not suprised gojos love of praise transferred into the bedroom, you indulged him
âdick âs so big toru,â you cried out, âfeel you in my tummy,â your jaw dropped as his cockhead kissed your cervix, making your eyes roll back in your head
âfucckkk,â he clenched his teeth together, leaning over you and pressing his sweaty chest to your back, reaching his big palm for your face as he crashes your lips together, a kiss full of need
how the fuck was he a virgin? no one has ever gotten you this close, this fast
he pushes his tongue into your mouth, fingers spelling his name messily on your clit, cock fucking your gspot like he has a personal vendetta against you
ââm gunna cum pretty, u close? huh? tell me ur close, gotta feel you cum on me first.â his filthy words has the coil in ur belly tightening steadily, âwan u to choke me âtoru please.â you manage to get out, right on the edge of your orgasm
âi got you baby,â he wraps his massive hand over your throat, almost completely enveloping it, and he squeezes at the perfect strength, coil in ur tummy snapping as your pussy pulses and swueezed round his pretty cock
âoh god, he pulls back from the kiss and whines, thrusts becoming erratic, loosing his pace, âsqueezin so tight, haaa-â his jaw is completely slack, eyes screwed shut before his orgasm follows, right behind you
âyesss give it to me toru,â you smile against his slack jaw, and heâs never sounded as pretty as he does right now, cumming so hard, fucking his come as deep as he can into you, some spilling out around his dick as his large figure collapses onto your back
âtoruâŚur fuckin heavy.â strength in your arms completely gone as you try and fail to wiggle him off you, realizing that the strength in the rest of your body has completely abandoned you as well
âjs⌠jus- gimmie a second, please,â all teasing in his voice completely gone, heâs still inside you and you feel his cock twitch every so often as his breath hitches against your neck
you let his weight press down on you for a couple seconds, letting him regain his own strength
ânever cum that hard in my life, think i just died for a second.â he says, lifting himself off of you and sliding his softening cock covered in your combined cum, out of you
you wince at how sensitive you are, groaning as he wipes you down with his discarded shirt, âsorry heh, got a little carried away,â he giggles at your protests
coming up on your side and wrapping his arms around your figure, burring his face into your neck, peppering kisses there
âsoo,â he purses his lips, lifting his head a bit to get a good view of your face, âany feedback?â
âcant feel my body, you virgin freak.â you sigh, wrapping your arms around the ones encasing yourself, âhow did you just fuck me an inch from my life and youâve really never had sex before??â you ask your boyfriend in disbelief
âporn :pâ he cheeses into ur neck
âiâm gonna forget you said that.â
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SHADOW IS WRITTEN SO WELL IN THE MURDER OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!!
First of all, just him showing up to Amyâs party is a step up from his recent âI will do everything myself, I hate everyone, imma fight youâ attitude that we have seen. Secondly, and idk if it was intentional, but him attending shows he cares about Amy. Heâs always had a special place for her after the events of SA2, so itâs nice to see him showing up for something that maybe isnât his style for her sake. (Parties arenât really his thing, after all.)
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Itâs also really sweet of him to go through so many lengths to try and get Amyâs present. I definitely donât think he forgot to get her a present, he genuinely just didnât seem to know that it was a social norm to bring presents to a birthday. If he really didnât care, he either wouldnât have gotten her anything or he wouldâve given her a rushed gift. But no, he went through a lot of effort, basically foregoing the game, just to stall Amy so he could get her a present she would enjoy.
And not just any present - he remembered her mentioning a specific band she liked and that she hadnât seen them live. This not only suggests he listens to her and remembers what she tells him, but also implies that he has had multiple conversations with her. Clearly he must have also done some research too since he knew that the tickets were going live soon. He thought this through, even if it was a bit last minute, and did his best to get the tickets (even though he admits to not being the best with computers, which is also nice because usually Shadow just insists heâs the best at everything). I also think it was sweet that he didnât heavily protest Amyâs suggestion to see the band together. He hesitated, but then yielded. ThisâŚfor a character who recently has been written to be quite selfish.
He seemed upset that he couldnât keep this a surprise, but he also didnât become enraged or lash out at Tails and MC/Barry. In fact, he didnât really lash out at anyone at any point which is refreshing, since in most Sonic media thatâs his go-to emotion.
Most of his expressions throughout the game are fairly gentle in fact. Sure, he doesnât smile, but he also isnât actively angry. And the one expression where he does seem a bit negative just seems like his resting expression, or at absolute worse just a little annoyed. Heâs very mellow throughout the game and itâs refreshing.
Even after he has finished talking to Amy, Tails and MC/Barry, he offers to stay with them and help them with the investigation. Normally in Sonic media, Shadow has no interest in helping others and only really cooperates if thereâs a mutual goal/interest. And even then, he tends try to do things on his own. But in this game? He actually cooperates, and whatâs more, he goes out of his way to offer his help.
So far Iâve mostly talked about his attitude towards Amy. But whatâs his attitude towards Sonic? People debate back and forth on whether Shadow hates Sonic and the recent games and media have made it seem like he does hate Sonic. But in this game? I wouldnât say so. I mean, heâs literally hanging out with him and his friends and instead of having beef with Sonic, he just focused on making Amy happy. And even when the situation gets more dire and Sonic is found to be knocked out, he doesnât make any snarky comments or anything. In fact, he actually helps to tend to Sonicâs condition, even if it was just checking his pulse. If he rly didnât care, he wouldâve left it to everyone else.
Man, I could talk for hours about Shadow in this game. I canât believe this April Fools prank game is actually the best characterisation for Shadow weâve had recently. Heâs not overly aggressive, he isnât selfish, he isnât super edgy. He is still sorta cold, but heâs not rude or mean. Heâs actually really kind (in his own way), putting his needs and desires on hold to make Amyâs birthday fun and to help everyone out. I seriously hope that Shadow is written more like this in the future and not like he has been. Maybe Sega wasnât joking about taking on board the complaints of the fandom.
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Utterly gone - Lewis Hamilton NSFW
Can be read as part 2 to A smile like that but it's a piece on its own.
warnings: unprotected sexual activities, oral sex mainly.
Wrap it before you tap it.
wordcount: +3k
a/n: Wasn't gonna post this, but I think we could all use some soft smutty comfort after the shit show this race was.
a/n.2: Special mention to Lewis adjusting in front of the cameras in the quali press conference
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
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The suite was quiet when I finally slipped inside, the faint hum of the almost rising city life seeping in from the balcony. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my heels, feeling every ounce of fatigue settle in.
Singapore always did thatâdrained you without mercy, and yet, it was beautiful enough to make you forgive it.
Lewis had beaten me back to the room, not that it had surprised after hearing he wouldnât be making the media round.
Sure enough, I found him in the bathroom, leaning his weight on the counter, fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low around his waist.
His skin gleamed under the warm lights, and his face⌠tired was a understatementâ he could probably sleep for a week straight.
Dark circles under his eyes, the slightest furrow to his brow, as he absentmindedly worked his moisturizer into his skin.
God, how was it possible for him to look so good after almost being dehydrated?
I should probably say something snarky. After all, I had asked for a win, and what did I get?
But I knew better in that moment and honestly watching him rub lotion into his skin with those deft, practiced handsâhe was so gentle with himself, it was almost unfair how much I melted at the sight of it.
My eyes trailed down his back, appreciating the little flex of muscle every time his hands moved, before finally pushing off from the door and walking toward him.
The whole thing felt so domestic, so⌠normal. Like this was our routine after every race weekend. Like I wasnât still getting used to seeing him like thisâbare, unguarded, with no cameras or crowds around.
âHey,â I greeted, leaning against the counter beside him, my hand brushing his skin. He glanced at me through the mirror, a tired smile tugging at his lips.
âHey, loveâ he murmured, still focused on his task. I watched the way his fingers traced the lines of his jaw as he applied the cream, and a warmth spread through my chest.
âNot quite what we expected, was it?â I tried, still feeling the mood in the room, my eyes twinkling as I caught his gaze in the mirror.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. âGuess I owe you a win.â
I gave a mock frown, crossing my arms. âYeah, you do. But, hey, at least you managed to sneak in that kiss before the race, so maybe I can forgive you.â
He turned to face me now, that infamous grin spreading slowly across his lips. âCouldnât resistâ he said, reaching out to pull me toward him, his arms wrapping around my waist. I let him, his body sinking into me while my body betrayed any pretense of annoyance.
I rolled my eyes. âYou know I hate that. Not in front of all the cameras.â
He chuckled again, the sound low and rich, vibrating against my chest. âYou liked it, though. Donât lie.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â I quipped, trying to ignore the way his fingers trailed up and down my spine. âBut for the record, I also owe you.â
He breathed in almost sighting, leaning in closer, his breath brushing my ear. âIâm knackered, babe.â
I pushed him gently toward the bed, unable to hold back my grin. âDonât worry, this reward doesnât require you to lift a single finger.â
I brought the lotion from the counter. Lewis was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slouched, towel still hanging precariously low on his hips.
His eyes tracked my every movement as I made my way over, like he was too tired to speak but too intrigued not to watch.
I stood in front of him, letting the lotion warm in my hands before I gently placed them on his arms. His skin was still damp from the shower, and as I worked the lotion into his forearms, I could feel the exhaustion radiating off him. His muscles, taut and defined, finally relaxing under my touch.
âThought you said this was my reward,â he muttered, a half-hearted attempt at a banter playing at his lips as he watched me. âFeels more like Iâm getting spoiled.â
âShh,â I said, quirking a brow at him. âDonât ruin the moment, Hamilton.â
He chuckled softly, but he didnât argue. Smart man.
I let my hands wander further, rubbing the lotion into his biceps, taking my time. He deserved it.
God knows how much strain he puts his body through during that race, and seeing him like thisâvulnerable, letting me take care of himâmade my heart do that stupid fluttering thing I still wasnât used to.
As I moved to his shoulders, massaging the knots and tension out of his neck, he let out a low, contented hum, his head dropping forward just slightly.
âThis alright?â I asked, even though I already knew the answer. It was in the way he was practically melting under my hands.
âMmm,â was all he managed to get out, his eyes fluttering shut as I continued my work.
My hands moved to his chest, spreading the lotion across his smooth skin. His breath hitched, just for a second, as my fingers grazed his collarbone.
God, he was beautiful. I tried to keep my thoughts from spiraling, but it was hard not to admire every inch of himâthe way his chest rose and fell beneath my touch, the warmth radiating off his skin.
By the time I got to his abs, his eyes were back on me, half-lidded but focused, watching my every move. I couldnât help the grin that tugged at my lips.
âYou really know how to spoil a manâ he murmured, his voice husky.
I shrugged playfully. âI did promise you something, didnât I?â
His gaze softened, and for a moment, we just stood there, me between his legs, him looking up at me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded.
And maybe I was. At least for that night anyway.
I cupped his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing over the light stubble on his jaw. His beard was a little more grown out than usual, and the roughness beneath my fingers made me smile at much we had grown used to each other.
âWhatever this is between us,â I started, my voice quieter now, my heart pounding harder than I cared to admit, âIâm ready for it, if you are.â
His breath caught in his throat, and for a second, I wondered if Iâd said too much. But then he smiledâGod, that smileâand it was all I needed.
He pulled me down to meet his lips, soft and slow at first, like he was savoring every second.
When we finally broke apart, there was a look in his eyesâsomething vulnerable, something realâand it made me laugh softly, because Lewis Hamilton, the man who could keep his cool under any amount of pressure, looked like he was trying to make sure he hadnât just imagined this whole thing.
âYou really are unbelievableâ I teased, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip.
He gave me that lazy smile and pulled me closer, his voice low, almost reverent. âAnd youâre mine.â
And in that moment, I knew it was true.
As I knelt between his legs, my fingers trailing along his soft, warm skin, a single thought crossed my mind: How did I get here?
One minute, I was dodging his cheesy messages, and now the man was sitting there, half-asleep, eyes half-lidded, as vulnerable as I had seen him.
And me? I was utterly gone for him.
But, God, he looked so damn good. Even tired, fresh out of the shower, with his braids slightly damp and that towel sitting low on his hips. The way he sat, like he knew he had all the time in the world, like he could wait for me forever.
We were both worn out after the weekend, the clock read 5.a.m and the man had just lost around 3kgs in under two hours. Yet here I was, determined to give him the kind of reward he wouldn't forget.
Because, if I was being honest with myself, I wanted this as much as he did.
His breath hitched as I ran my hand down his abs, my fingers teasingly hovering near the edge of the towel. He shot me a lookâhalf amused, half daring. His smirk was infuriatingly confident, even now.
I could tell he was fighting exhaustion, but there was no way he was going to let me out of this one.
âDonât tempt me,â he murmured, low and sultry, as though I hadnât already made up my mind.
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a playful grin. "Oh, Iâm not tempting." I let my fingers slip just under the edge of the towel. "Iâm delivering."
Before he could get another word in, I tugged the towel loose. It fell open in his lap, and his throat pushed down a gulp as he realized exactly where this was heading.
His breath hitched when my fingers brushed lightly over his soft dick, and I couldnât help but smirk. âWhat was that about âa heatstrokeâ Hamilton?â
He chuckled softly, though it was a little strained, his eyes never leaving mine as I wrapped my hand around him, giving him a gentle squeeze. âWas told to not lift a muscle and be mindful of heavy activitiesâ
âMm-hmm, donât worry Iâll take it from hereâ
As my hand wrapped around his soft dick, I could see the exact moment the cockiness melted off his face. His lips parted, and a shaky breath escaped him as I gave him a slow stroke, feeling him harden in my hand.
My inner voice was screaming with victory. That little smirk? Gone. Reduced to nothing but ragged breaths and soft moans.
I kissed along his length, starting slow, teasing. Because even though I wanted to give him exactly what he craved, I wasnât about to let him off that easy.
His hips bucked just a little, his eyes fluttered shut for a moment and his lips parting slightly. All reminders of how much he needed this, needed me.
And honestly, I loved every second of it.
My lips grazed his tip, already glistening with pre-cum, and I flicked my tongue against him, tasting him for the first time tonight. The salty-sweetness on my tongue made me hum in satisfaction.
He groaned, his head tilting back as I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, my hand still stroking what my lips couldnât reach. He was getting harder, thickening in my mouth, and when I peeked up at him, his eyes were half-closed, his face contorted in bliss.
âFuck, loveâŚâ His voice was low and ragged, like he could barely string the words together.
Encouraged by the sound of his pleasure, I picked up the pace, sucking him deeper and harder, my free hand gently massaging his balls.
His breath hitched again, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward, pushing himself further into my throat.
I wasnât just giving him head; I was savoring him, relishing every reaction he gave me. He wasnât just a F1 champion right nowâhe was mine, completely undone by me, and that thought made me chuckle.
His fingers went to back of my neck, his fingers tugging at the soft skin, gently guiding my head as I bobbed up and down on him. His touch wasnât rough, thoughâmore like he was hanging on for dear life, trying not to lose control.
But I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to be the reason.
It wasnât long before his body started to tense, his breath coming out in sharp gasps, his grip on my head tightening as I took him deeper, my lips wrapped tightly around his now fully engorged dick.
âLove, Iâmââ His voice broke, a guttural moan escaping his lips as I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. And then, with one last thrust, he came.
His warm, slightly fruity-tasting seed spilled into my mouth, and I swallowed him down, feeling the tension leave his body in waves.
I stayed there for a moment, his dick still in my mouth, gently holding him as he came down from the high. When I finally released him, I couldnât help but leave a soft kiss on the tip, smiling up at him.
For a moment, I just watched him, wondering how I could feel this good about someone elseâs pleasure. But it was him. It was Lewis. The man who could make me smile just by walking into a room, the one who posted cheesy Instagram captions just to get a reaction out of me.
His chest was heaving, his head thrown back, and when he finally looked down at me, his expression was somewhere between disbelief and utter satisfaction.
âJesusâ he muttered, still catching his breath.
I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand before standing up and leaning in to kiss him softly. He kissed me back with lazy, contented strokes of his lips, tasting himself on me.
âYou good there, champ?â I teased, brushing my hand on the skin of his thigh.
He let out a weak chuckle as I stood up, leaving Lewis in a blissful haze, he watched me with those half-lidded, dazed eyes, his lips still parted and a silly smile danced on his lips.
âJust need a quick shower,â I said, my voice lighter now, as I brushed a hand over his damp chest. His skin was warm under my fingers, still slick from the lotion, and for a second, I just wanted to crawl into bed with him right then and there.
Lewis chuckled softly, his hand slipping lazily over mine before letting it go. âTake your time, love. Not going anywhere.â
The playful edge in his voice was replaced by something softer, and it made my heart flip. He didnât need to say it, but I could hear the unspoken words between us: Iâm here to stay.
As I disappeared into the bathroom, I let the water run warm, and my mind wandered back to him, sitting there on the bed, probably still recovering.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world, this routine between usâlike weâd been doing it for years instead of months.
Under the warm stream, I couldnât stop grinning like an idiot. My mind couldnât help but flicker back to yesterday, to that moment in the presser where the world had caught him, not-so-discreetly, adjusting himself in his fireproofs.
I hadnât been able to stop thinking about it. Not in a dirty way⌠okay, maybe a little dirty. But mostly, I couldnât stop picturing his hands, the way his muscles tensed.
Like heâd hoped no one would notice. Like I hadnât already memorized every detail about him, including that not-so-little part he was trying to rearrange.
Iâd tried to play it cool, ignoring the way the image stuck with me since, but now that Iâd just had him falling apart under my hands, it only made the memory that much more satisfying.
The teasing was fun, but the way he trusted me with parts of himself no one else sawâthat was something else.
When I stepped out, towel wrapped around me, I found him exactly where Iâd left him.
Only this time, heâd shifted to the middle of the bed, his head resting on the plush pillows, the towel from earlier discarded somewhere, and the duvet pulled over his waist.
He looked so at peace, the kind of peace you only find after you've completely let go. His eyes fluttered open as I crossed the room.
âYou know,â I said, sliding into bed beside him, âI wasnât planning on making you that blissed out.â
He chuckled, his hand immediately finding my waist, pulling me closer. âDidnât hear any complaints from me.â
I laughed softly, snuggling up to him as his arm wrapped securely around me. My hand found its place on his chest, where I began tracing lazy circles against his skin, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths beneath my fingertips.
It was quiet for a moment, the kind of comfortable silence where nothing needed to be said.
The world outside didnât matter. The race result didnât matter.
It was just us, tangled together in a king-sized bed, far away from the noise of the race, the cameras, the expectations. It felt like we were in our own little bubble, and I didnât want it to pop.
As his head found its way to my lap, his hair tickling my thighs, I continued my absent-minded tracing on his skin, enjoying the closeness.
His body started to relax even more, sinking into me like he was using me as a pillow.
And then, just when I thought heâd drift off completely, he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, âThat was better than a podium.â
I blinked, momentarily confused. âWait⌠the head?â
He let out a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a sleepy smile. âNah, love. Having you here⌠as mine. Thatâs whatâs better.â
My breath hitched, and for a second, I wasnât sure how to respond.
My heart did that stupid thing where it felt too big for my chest, and all I could do was smile like an idiot.
The man could win championships, sure. But moments like this? When it was just us, no pretense, no showâthis is where he truly wins me over.
I looked down at him, his eyes closed already, lashes brushing his cheeks, and I brushed a soft kiss to his forehead.
âMhmâŚâ he muttered, already half-asleep. âLove you too.â
And just like that, I was a goner. The words werenât even fully processed in my mind, but my heart knew.
It always had.
I didnât even need to say them back. Not yet. He knew. And heâd wait, just like he always did.
As he drifted off, his breathing slow and even, I felt a warmth settle in my chest. I couldâve sworn he was smiling, even in his sleep.
And yeah, maybe I had fallen hard for him, but if this was what it felt like? I wasnât in any rush to stop.
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Oh, you're awake. Finally. Please, look at the picture on the screen.Â
You recognize her, I suppose. Look at how silly she looks, trying to be tough, trying to look cool. All that leather and black and studs⌠doesn't she look ridiculous?Â
I see you nodding. Good. The special drink is grabbing hold of your brain. Making it softer. Malleable. You really should be more careful about accepting treats from strangers⌠but I suppose you won't have to worry about that anymore. Or anything else.Â
Now, let's look at your social media. Lord, isn't that pathetic. Trying so hard to be clever, to be snarky, to be rebellious. It's almost endearing, like a puppy trying to walk in its hind legs. Come on, we both know it's all just a costume, don't we? One you've worn for so long you mistakenly believe it's a personality- one you developed when you were a teen. One you need to grow out of.Â
Please, don't struggle. The knots are quite secure, I assure you. I've done this too many times to count. Why are you resisting, anyway? Do you truly, deep down believe this personality of yours is worth saving? Worth fighting for? Doesn't it just look as the pathetic attempt by a dumb girl to pretend to be something more?Â
Ah. I see you squirming. Was it the "dumb girl" comment? I suspect it was. Your pussy knows I'm right, and it's screaming its approval. It's screaming for you to accept its truth, pulsing with neediness and wet with anticipation⌠I wonder what it is about that word. âDumb"... it does have an effect on you, tough girl. Dumb. Silly. Stupid girl. My oh my, is that a moan that just escaped your lips? Iâm sure it was. Feeling softer, are we?Â
Softer indeed⌠Iâm sure you can sense it still⌠the way itâs becoming harder and harder to focus. The way a pink cloud seems to be permeating your consciousness. The way you half-perceive the faint scent of cotton candy. The way you are getting more and more soaked by the second.Â
Oh, stop struggling. Tell me, why do you hate it so much? The idea of actually being a cute, silly, horny girl? I can see it in your eyes- the loathing. The searing, pure anger. Why, though? I suppose you are imagining all those girls, those popular girls, those slutty girls, those bimbos that soaked up all the attention and the praise. Am I wrong? I donât think I am. But I do think you are hiding. Yes, hiding what really happened. You tell yourself a story, one that makes you look good, or so you think. That youâre better than them. Stronger than them. More independent than them. A free thinker! A rebel punk feminist! But thatâs not the whole story, is it now? No, we both know what really happened. You surrendered.Â
Yes, thatâs it. Your eyes canât lie, you know. You surrendered because you could never, ever be like them, be as giggly and flirty and free- so you decided you wouldnât compete with them on their own terms, and modeled yourself to be their opposite. How pathetic is that? Even in your resistance, you could only be defined by them, by your rejection of them. You became their dark mirror, and soaked in the attention of the leather-wearing so-called âpunksâ and the geeks and all the other rejects. But you know why they even looked at you: because the other girls, the pretty girls, the girls in pink wouldn't even deign to turn their gaze towards them. You were always⌠what they settled for.Â
You think Iâm being cruel. Well, I wonât deny that I get some pleasure from throwing the truth at your face. Itâs always so much fun to watch you all fight, and moan, and deny that they would do anything, anything at all to be able to finger fuck yourselves to oblivion⌠But believe me, my cruelty has a purpose. I wouldnât be doing this to you if I didnât have a higher goal in mind. A benevolent one.Â
I can take it all away. All that resentment, that anger, that anxiety⌠that constant, pointless quest to be⌠what? A professional? A successful woman? An independent soul? Please. Thatâs only so much set dressing. I can strip those delusions from you, give you what you really want.Â
Imagine it with me. Tight white jeans showing off your ass, the shape of your legs. A pink tank-top, proudly proclaiming yourself to be a princess in tacky, gold lettering. The men turning their heads as you walk. Everyone being so nice to you at parties⌠because they want to see you on your knees, licking and sucking and worshiping their cocks, because they want to bend you over and use your slutty pussy as their plaything. And you⌠you would love it.Â
No more fear. No more stress. Just the bliss of sucking three cocks, going from one yummy dick to the next, squeezing your titties together to give them the spectacle of their lifetimes. And then your cunt being filled, that hole you now hold your rage in given meaning and purpose by becoming a living set of holes for men to use, sensing the simple, plain joy of knowing you are doing what you were meant to do with your life. Knowing you are wanted. Desired.Â
I see youâre drooling. Sounds like you like my little proposal. Well, thereâs one simple way to sign this pact with me. You donât even have to speak- speaking seems so hard now, doesnât it? So keep quiet and let your slutty body do the talking for you. Keep your mouth open.Â
There. Good girl. Doesnât my cock look tempting? Amazing? Like you could just suck it forever? Yes, good girl⌠now, let me fuck your mouth- and know my cock is only the first of many. Too many to count.Â
Then again, by this point you canât count too high, can you?
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@ as long as weâre living, nishimura riki.
-> in which a series of frenemies to lovers headcanons tells the story of how you and riki came to be⌠written by user WONRIA .
pairing frenemy!riki x fem!reader genre frenemies to lovers, headcannons, fluff, angst barely warnings none correct me if iâm wrong!!
you and riki werenât exactly friends.
i meanâ you guys didnât despise each other, but calling each other friends? it all felt like a bit of a reach to the two of you.
riki was the kind of guy who would throw a snarky insult your way, and you were the type to attack with something even stronger,
âyou look so stupid right now, iâd take a picture if i had my phone!â
âas if you donât look like you have posture issues every time you try acting mysterious in the hallways! lift up your head when you walk, loser!â
and of course, to be able to argue this much, you had to go everywhere with him
walking with him to school, sitting next to him at lunch, walking back home from schoolâŚ
the two of you were pretty much conjoined at the hip
it was to the point where his own friends were suspicious at the amount of time he spent with the girl he said was so very annoying.
âyou sure you donât have a crush on [name], riki? itâs totally cool if you do!â
âew, no! never!â
riki had also had all the free time in the world
despite being captain of the dance team at his school, he was pretty much free most of the week
unlike the rest of his friends, who either had jobs or other clubs to attend
he needed entertainment, someone who could keep a conversation going without letting it get awkward, someone who could most definitely buy him food if they wanted toâŚ
so who did little nishimura call?
you, of course.
that was when you and riki started hanging out even more outside of school
it was small arcade hangouts, then convenience store runs
before any of you could realize, you had started going to rikiâs house almost daily
it was to the point where bisco, rikiâs dog, had waited for you to come home with him
and his mother had cooked dinner for an extra person every night just in case
âah, [name], nice to see you again! i made your favorite!â
âoh, my son! how are you today? how was school? iâm glad you asked, mother; it was great!â
you laughed, âyouâre so dramatic, ki.â
( ki was a special nickname you had come up with on one of your playground hangouts, and his heart undeniably did a little thing when he heard it )
the two of you were pretty close, but still refused to fully cross that line that brought you from enemies to full-on friends
that wasâ until an incident had brought you two closer than any of you ever intended.
your parents were barely ever home, the only time you saw them being every sunday, where they would spend all their time nagging you about your grades
the weekends were always busy for you; it was when youâd catch up on all of your studying
you had never hung out with rikiâor any of your other friends, for the recordâ on the weekends. everything was strictly reserved for the school week.
you often chose to study at this one bench near the park you and riki go to, mainly for the calming atmosphere that surrounded it
yet, one day, not even the therapeutic ambiance of nature could still the raging storm inside of you.
your parents had pushed you to your limits that day, getting made at you for something as small as missing full marks by one point.
you were tired of them, and accidentally snapped back, so they had forced you out of the house as punishment.
you let everything out on that bench
every sob, every scream, and sniffle you let out, only the rustling trees and falling leaves around you could hear
you didnât have any of your books with youâ just yourself, and your thoughts
and, all of a sudden, riki??????
it completely caught you by surprise how the boy seemingly emerged from the middle of nowhere, running up to the bench with a concerned frown on his face
â[name]? whatâs going on? are you okay?â
his thumb swiftly ran under your eye, wiping a running tear from your cheek
âwant to talk about it?â
you shook your head, and instead of giving him an answer in words, you burst out into tears another time
and riki didnât dare try and tease you. why would he?
he found none of what was happening to you funny, which was why he was quick to sit next to you, pulling you into his embrace as you cried on his shoulder.
âiâm not sure whatâ or whoâ has got you down like this, but when youâre ready to talk, iâll be waiting right here.â
the days that came after that were⌠different, to say the least
stares lingered between you and riki a little longer than they should have
and the previous glares you would shoot his way turned into soft smiles, lips upturned as he would mirror your actions
the two of you had danced straight across that friend-enemy line, and sprinted straight to a point of uncertainty
the point where you canât tell if how you treat each other is truly just friendly
the point where you and riki had started hugging each other goodbye
then it had become you kissing his cheek goodbye
and him kissing yours every morning before school
if people werenât suspicious before, they definitely were now
you had a weird feeling in your chest whenever youâd meet up with riki, something youâd never experienced in the past
heâd been feeling the same, his heart seemingly about to burst any time you would kiss his cheek
or when you called him that stupid nickname, it warmed his soul in ways heâd never admit out loud
so, what were you?
eventually, the lasting gazes and sudden clinging to each other had gotten to you, and you were determined to figure out how riki truly felt about you.
âcan i ask what you think of⌠you know, us?â
âi think⌠i think that i like us. that i like you.â
hold on. rewind!!!!!
what did he just say?
riki. nishimura riki. the boy who you used to argue with almost every day, was confessing to you?
andâ hereâs the freaky partâ you felt the exact same?!
âi think i like you too, ki.â
the smile that made its way to rikiâs lips was almost something out of a movie, the part that you would want to move back ten seconds to watch over and over again
âso⌠do you wanna- you know- uhâŚâ
you giggled at rikiâs sudden timidity, holding his face in your hands to pull him in for a kiss
in total shock, riki could only place his hands on your waist in panic because what was going on right now?!!!!!
the two of you pull away, your faces stained a rosy pink as you struggle to look each other in the eye.
âhi, [name]. â âhi, riki.â
everything was new to the both of you, navigating this new path of adventure, but you were determined to go through everything together no matter what was thrown your way
as long as you were with him, nothing else would ever matter to you for as long as you lived.
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See You When You Get Back
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Shane's a big jerk in this
Summary: Checking in with those going on a supply run creates some drama within the crew. (Season 1 ish)
A/N: My first Daryl piece! Needed some soft Daryl in my life lol. I haven't finished the show yet, currently in the middle of S.6 and it's been a long time since I watched season 1&2, so sorry for any inaccuracies.
Runs werenât your thing. Not right now. Maybe in a few months youâd be able to stomach it- going out amidst walkers and even more twisted survivors to find food. And toothpaste. God, you needed toothpaste. But even with the protectors of the group on your side, watching your back, you knew you wouldnât make it back to camp. Not right now. Maybe someday.Â
Everybody was clear on that. The ânot right now.â So those going out on the supply run would check in with you, ask if you needed anything special and then leave you be to do their laundry or clean the little dishware you had all collected.
They collected. The ones who could collect things- those going on the runs. You just cleaned. For now.Â
âHey.â It sounded more like a grunt than a word.Â
Daryl pulled you from your thoughts. Like a hand dipping into the waves to yank you up into the clear air to breathe.Â
âNeed anythin'?â He asked once you looked at him.Â
You smiled. A lips pressed together - thanks for thinking of me - smile.Â
âThe usual. Diamonds, meth, whatever you can find.â
He snorted, rolling his eyes.Â
âAnd toothpaste if you can find it. But I let Andrea know that.â
He gave a curt nod. âKay.âÂ
âSee you when you get back,â you said to him.Â
A laughing hiss came from behind you. âDamn, girl, tell 'im how you really feel.â
Shane stood behind you. Snarky. Smirking. Shaking his head.Â
Though Rick was the one who found you on his way out of the hospital, it was Shane who let you join the group. At least, thatâs how he saw it. You were grateful to him, he protected you, provided for you like he did the others. When you had no place to stay and no tent of your own, he let you share his. It was a generous gesture that was starting to come back to bite you each time Shane acted like he had a say in everything you did. Even more than the others in the group, that is.Â
âWhat?â you said.Â
His fingers dug into the belt loops in his jeans as he leaned to one hip. âEverybody else gets a pat on the shoulder or a hug. 'Be safe, keep safe,ââ he said, imitating a whiny voice that wasn't quite yours. He shrugged. âGuess she couldnât care less âbout you, Dixon.â
You heard the distinct click and jangle of Daryl putting his crossbow over his shoulder, ready to move out. Your jaw clenched at the thought of him leaving with Shaneâs words in his head.Â
âWhy would you even say somethin' like that?â You shot at Shane. âI would never-â
âYa donâ hafâta explain yerself,â Daryl mumbled to you.Â
âWhat was that?â Shane called.Â
âI said she doesnâ hafâta explain herself to you,â Daryl said, taking a step toward you, but angling himself toward Shane. Ready.Â
âI think I know her better than you do, Dixon,â Shane said. âWe share a goddamn tent-â
âYou-â
âIf you think,â you interrupted both of them, âthat Iâd say such a thing about any one of us, then you donât know me at all. But Darylâs right. I donât have to explain anything to you.â
Shaneâs eyes went narrow. He crossed the open space between you, the span of two tents, in just a few long strides. You felt Daryl stiffen at your side as Shane stuck his face near yours.Â
âYou be careful who you align yourself with, (Y/N). If I were you-â
âYer not.â Daryl said.Â
Shane didnât take his eyes off you. âIf I were you, Iâd choose better than a redneck with a few arrows.â
Even with his harsh words, his gaze softened toward you. Then he turned away and made his way back to his tent.Â
Once he disappeared, you sighed, hoping the tension in your chest would dissipate with the air, but it didnât.Â
âDick,â Daryl mumbled.Â
A dry chuckle left you as you turned to him. His cheeks were pink with anger but his face was calm now.Â
âDaryl, when I said- I just meant that-â
âI know what ya mean when ya say it.â His arm snaked around your neck, pulling you into him. Fast, hard, and unexpected. âIâll see ya when I get back.â
He spoke into your hair. You felt his lips and breath move against your skin. And then he let go, gone as fast as he appeared, and you watched him saunter toward the rest of the group going on the run, his crossbow fit to his back.Â
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A/N: A part two may come! I can't just leave you in a tent with Shane after all that, can I?
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