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they were already incredibly suspicious to me, every last one of those supposed âprofessionals.â i think Iâm more suspicious than I ever was now - somehow that was possible. Iâm even more apprehensive, perhaps even fearful.
solidarity between people who want to take psychiatric meds to function and those who donât.
Whatâs important is that we both have autonomy, informed consent and safe access to treatments we want, and to not be forced, coerced or pressured into those we donât.
#yes yes yes#I feel so trapped right now - it seems I might be able to cancel the appointment and hopefully take nothing but if Iâm unable to I think-#-that will be my final straw#horrifying for me. interacting with psychiatry at the age the body is at is traumatizing - traumatizing at any age though perhaps Iâm being#-dramatic. I donât think so though.#my experiences have been less than decent so far - for the most part#plus they tended to want me on medication out of simple stigmatized lenses#they were more concerned about the fact that I even experienced something such as supposed hallucinations (GASP) than my actual experiences#itâs difficult to word but Iâll speak more and hopefully organize my thoughts in a later post#psychiatry isnât here to help itâs here to put everyone in a single file line - they mentioned me not being normal enough essentially#Iâll elduicate more in a later post#but I was forced and am being forced with the looming threat of long term hospitalization though I will hopefully be able to get out of it#that threat is now always hanging over my head#they forced me and it ended up fucking with a health condition I already have along with general side effects#the courts almost got involved while the impostor was trying to get me out of there because they didnât want to release me#despite it being an unhelpful place just like every mental hospital. I feel even more âunsafeâ as they call it and tempted to run now.#I donât trust the medicine Iâm afraid of it and having threats held over my head it all felt sort of like mind rape - to be dramatic again#it doesnât matter how much I express how afraid of them I am they donât understand and I have other reasons besides my suspicion as to why#-I donât wish to take them. the fact that the body canât tolerate them for example. not wanting to be forced. the forcing makes me panic.#itâs mind rape. not to mention even despite the inability to tolerate he still wanted to try an antipsychotic down the line - which is not#going to happen. no medicine. Iâm not trying anything. Iâd be more open if there werenât threats over my head and I werenât being forced#but I donât want any at all. I have my reasons - they want me to take it for medically induced suicide purposes as well - what I mentioned#earlier/ not being normal enough for their standards and being how they even on a subconscious level view me as a dirty schizo#who needs to be fixed so I donât want them for that as well#I havenât rambled about it much yet until now but it feels like mind rape to me even if thatâs dramatic I donât generally experience the#instinct to cry and still I cried multiple different times over this shit over being forcefully kept in a bad facility that wouldnât even#give me my physical meds and did nothing for health conditions so the body dehydrated horribly and shit and some of the staff were pretty#rude too it was just a bad experience not as bad as lobotomy I know but I couldnât stand it and being forced the threats all the threats#made sure to try and keep myself in check for that reason but the threats of long term if I wasnât compliant enough I donât want to be sent#away I want to be left alone I want freedom I want a break I want a hug (?) I want to be away from all impostors I want to disappear
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BUMPIN' THAT!
Synopsis. Handle with care? More like manhandIe - he likes it rough.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, manhandIing, STRONG boys, breaking beds, chokĂng, matĂng presses, BREĂDING, creampĂes, overstĂm, oraI (fem rec), pĂșssydrĂșnk men, GOJOâS POWERS, true form Sukuna, dp, SUKUNAâS MOUTHS, cĂșmplay, innaprĂłpriate use of jujutsu, exhibĂtionĂsm (Geto), pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 6.1k
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - TIMBERRR
âTch, this- damn- bed- canât even hear my pretty girl.â Toji gruffs out - fuming. Thick fingers gliding down your shifty thighs to spread them into a full nelson so wide. So loud. âOhh- câmon now, ma. J-jusâ one more- you wanna make hah- Megs a big brother, right?â
This was what had your husband so relentless for hours now.Â
This single dream of you all around and glowing because of him was enough to have him puff out a heady pant of laughter into the crook of your neck. Laughter - he was gone.Â
âB-but the bed canât hck! take anymore, Toji.âÂ
And Toji doesnât care - doesnât give a single shit about the way the poor bed frame rickets with a symphony of creaks after every slow gyration. But you do, apparently.
With a pointed scoff, his big beefy arms circle around your squirming waist to trap you to his hulky body. Branding the curve of his fat head into your clingy walls so hard that it makes you see stars-
CRACK!
âHeh, whoopsâŠguess the bed isnât a problem anymore, doll.â
Now, usually Toji Fushiguro was one to keep his inhuman strength in check. Usually, he didnât go overboard.Â
Usually.Â
But oh he couldnât bring it in himself to feel even an ounce of regret when you gasp. Whirling your drunken eyes around to meet his sleazy grin - he knew what he was doing.Â
Pecking a trailway of innocent kisses down your thoroughly tear-glossed cheeks, Toji licks a languid line up the salty taste. And heâs still not stopping. Hell, heâs not even slowing down - could barely even imagine it.
Because Toji Fushiguro is out of control. Feral. Jostling his hips upwards into yours to rummage around your stretchy walls. His thick shaft spreads your gummy channel open oh-so-perfectly to nudge up against your hidden sweet spots, rotund cockhead shooting out wet sloshes of precum.
âY-you did that on purpose.â you moan.
âHmm, did I?â he takes a few seconds to mockingly ponder, dark brows knitting across his sweat-sheened forehead in concern. Before grinning, âYeah- heh, yeah I did-â Barely even giving you the time to snap back before heâs forcing his relentless, fatigued limbs standing upright. Dragging you in midair right along with him - held up so pliantly like some ragdoll in a full nelson hooked underneath your dangling legs. â-but I donât hear hngh- her complaininâ.â
God, if anything it was the opposite.
Because your sloppy cunt was talking for you. Wrenching out the most obscenely syrupy squelches that make Tojiâs mouth water.Â
Dragging his tongue down his lips and toying with the edge of his scar in a way he wishes he could with your slobbery pussy. âL-look at that. Sheâs m-more than happy to be all filled up- sheâs practically hngh- begging for one more. Isnât she?â
And you could hear the way that Tojiâs deep baritone cracks at the very end. It didnât even sound like him - unsteady and hot. Begging.
Muscles flexing when he bounces you up and down- You didnât even know if he was in control of his heavenly restriction at this point.
Bulging biceps bruise into your tender skin when heâs slamming you bent over all prettily onto the cool mahogany surface of your desk. One leg hiking upwards, the other kneeing open your boneless thighs wider. Pound after heavy pound that rattles the furniture against the wall.Â
âThis wonât do-â he groans, circling the very ends of his fingers around your stretched hole. Stuffing back those creamy dredges of remnants from his cum from just before, â-told ya to t-take it not waste it.â
Heâs so mean. Gifting the curve of your pussymound with a sharp swat! that leaves syrupy splatters of seed glossing all down Tojiâs palm. His wrist. All for him to dart out a tongue down the filthy mess, before plugging back into your overspilling pussy.Â
âM-maybe you should just- ah-â You struggle uselessly in his hold, your bumbling mess of babbles so sweet in his ears that it makes his sensitive cock twitch. â-fill me up all over a-again, baby-â
Oh.
Oh.
Now, he knew you were thoroughly drunken on his cock, but he didnât think you were already this fucked stupid. Fuck twitching - Toji thinks he could cum right then and there.Â
âAh f-fuck- sâthat what my pretty mama wants, hm?â Uncharacteristically gently, heâs swiping away a few stray plaster pieces that had fallen their way down from the wall. âWanâ me to fill this c-cute cunt ântil she heh- canât fit anymore, huh?â Bruising now. His hip bones on your ass, fingers around your hips, twitchy balls so heavy and smacking away against your drooling pussy. Veiny knuckles of his clasp around the edge of the desk to fuck you like he hates you. Out of control. âTo f-fuck her until she- haah- makes me a daddy a-all over again?â
âYes!â youâre nodding half-lucidly. Shaky fingers clawing their way over the expensive desk, those office documents you really shouldâve been working on, allll the way around to drag red, red lines down Tojiâs throat. âNeed it- hngh- n-need more Toji so badly-â
And he gulps, eyes glassing over with fucking tears at the sting. So good. Hissing, âF-filthy girl.â Two of his fat fingers dance their groping way down to your plump clit and pinches, âThen ya better take it- all-â
You see white-hot electricity pass by yours eyes when you cum - or maybe that was the way that Toji fucks up his orgasm into you like an animal.Â
Feral.
Wave after wave of thick seed being milked so thoroughly by your gripping walls. It makes him slump every muscle of his towering body drained, heâs falling onto two pathetic elbows to crush you underneath his bodyweight.Â
Thereâs so much of him. And Toji only has to blink. He only has to crack his dewy eyes open a mere millimeter, one sneaking glance downwards at your gaping cunt before-
THUD!
âOh, mamaââ he gasps - and you do, too. But not for the same reason as Toji, no, because youâre just now noticing that your desk was sagging suspiciously low.Â
You donât get to ask since when, because in a split-second, youâre being wrangled onto all fours on the floor.Â
Still not done. Still not pulling out. Still not slowing down a singular second, Toji rests one of his feet on top of your head. Hard. âCanât break the f-floor nowâŠcan we?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Evil twin?!
âY-you want me to what?â Nanamiâs husky baritone quakes - trembling at your little request. Jittery fingers sensually smack! smack! smacking his sodden tip down onto your sweet sopping pussy lips. Filthy. âBe rough? Are you sure, my love?â
âOf course, Ken. I trust youââ youâre batting your lashes up at your half-delirious husband in a way that makes his lower lip wobble. âItâll be a good way to de-stress, dontcha think?â
Is he in heaven?
Nanami curls his fingers around that velvety yellow tie he didnât even bother removing after his overtime.
And heâs so soft when heâs kissing away the pearly beads of sweat on your forehead, dragging his plump lips down, down, down to press pretty peck after peck on your lips. Hushly whispering, âB-but the kids are just down the hall- we donât ah- donât want them to wake upâŠâ
You only grin, âThen you better make sure I stay quiet, hm?â
And that string of slurring words makes Nanami pant, it makes his glassy hazel eyes widen almost comically- and, truly, youâd almost forgotten just what your powerful husband was capable of.Â
Just how ruthless.Â
Because it doesnât take even a split-second for him to flip you onto all fours. You yelp when that tie of his finds its way to tie your wrists together. All but ripping your silky nightgown, and youâŠmoan.
Oh? He jostles two thumbs to smear your soaking folds open and smiles. How cute.
âSâfuckinâ drenched-â Nanami hisses. Strained. In awe. Peaking in one syrupily coated finger into his mouth and moaning. And you just gasp when youâre being gifted with a bruising smack! right around the rim of your entrance, slobbering out a fresh wave of sweet, sweet slick. â-sâthis all fâme, darling?â
âY-yes-â
Swat!
âAh ah- none of that. Big girls donât stutter.â
All you can do is whirl your eyes back over your shoulder because who is this?Â
But what youâre met with is the utterly sexy display of your ruined husband - strands of his blond hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, eyes wild. Heaving. Like something primal was just awokenâŠ
Clutching onto the wrinkled sheets, you mewl, âYes- sâall for you, Kentoââ
Shit. You watch as his rosy lips sag open into an oh! before craning downwards to spit a silky rivulet of saliva right into your glistening pussy.Â
And even after so many years, even after having kids, youâd still never gotten used to the way Nanamiâs girth would split you apart so sinfully. How massive he was. Barging between your pursed lips to feed you inch after hefty inch of his girth, theyâre dragging out the most sinful squelches from down below. And from your mouth-
âShh sh sh-â Heâs covering your slack maw shut with all five long fingers, and you keen at the cool contrast of Nanamiâs wedding ring. âQuietly- love- quiet. You can do it- ah- y-you can take my fuckinâ cock, mâkay?â
Nanamiâs words were every bit of gentleness that his hips werenât.Â
Fucking into you in languid, deep strokes to swipe a steamy wave of precum down your sweetest spots. It was too much-
âW-where do you think youâre going, my love?âÂ
Fuck.
You didnât even realize the way that your helpless fingers were closing in around the headboard, gyrating your hips away from the thoroughly mean crashes of your husbandâs cock. Blinking away the big, bulbous tears in your eyes, you muffle out a whiny, âS-sorry Ken-â
âSorry doesnât cut it.â Without warning, five harsh fingers wrap around your tender throat in a vice-like necklace - hauling your limp body up against his front. âIf youâre really s-sorry, darling, wontcha be a good girl nâ open that mouth fâme?â
Usually, your husband was the absolute sweetest. Mumbling out sweet praises into your ear and helping you take your time to milk him whole.Â
But right now Nanami was impatient.Â
He was out of control - like a completely different person.
Treating you like some ragdoll when heâs tugging down your mouth open with a few calloused pads of his fingers. Leering his handsome face closer to spit.Â
Missing halfway - on purpose.
Nanami chuckles when heâs lolling his pinkish tongue out to swipe at the translucent splatters. Pinning you to his cushiony pecs with that rough restraint, heâs slanting a syrupy sweet kiss at the corner of your mouth. âGood- fuckinâ- girl-â
And the bed creaks. The bed protests - headboard rickety when Nanami slams! one veined arm down and rams everything he has to give - seconds away from shattering, both him and the bedframe. Everything.Â
Shit-
Shit shit shi- he swears you just got wetter.
Nanami gapes, powerful hips thrusting and thrusting until your ass scratches up against that golden happy trail running through the middle of his abs. Weepy, rotund head probing against your spongy cervix and just the slight recoil that had him parting stickily from it makes him almost sob.Â
âThere we go- thereee we go-â Nanami rattles out, hollowed. Every squeeze of your clingy walls around his throbbing shaft was so cozy, fucking you into the mattress until his skin reddened. â-there we fuckinâ go- sâwhat you hngh- wanted, right? Wanted to be fucked like such a slut?â
âPlease-â youâre hiccuping, now fully bent into such an obscene curve and wrangling uselessly. â-yes- Â yes yes yes feel sâgood-â
Youâre drooling now, lips falling further and further open with every French kiss Nanami was placing on your bruised and battered g-spot. Dangerously so.
Dangerously loud.
With a proud chuckle, heâs slapping another dripping wet swat on your plump clit - glissading your presoaked slit. Before bullying between your soft lips to swirl his fat digits around your tongue. Deep. Forcing you to taste yourself.Â
His gruff moan is dark. Promising. âTold ya to be quiet. The kids are asleep nâ we donât n-need them to know theyâre gonna be ngh- b-big siblings, yet. Right, my love?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - An exampleâŠ
Now, to Geto Suguru, sex was an art. Sex was the time he could toy with your pretty pussy until you were crying for more, more, more-
So- why is he here - strong limbs jostling your own into such a painful mating press, swollen cockhead battering and bruising away at your bulging g-spot with each pound. Furious.Â
All in front of his association, to boot.
Because, Geto Suguru was angry.Â
âNgh- please Suguru- more-â
âWhat was that?â heâs leering down, lips curled into such a feral grin that was splashed across his pretty features. And you couldnât answer even if you wanted to, because heâs forcing your knees down to push against your bouncing tits. Folding you utterly in half, he turns to your audience. âDo you think she ah- deserves to speak?â
Through your lusty haze, you donât get to see the answers. But Geto spits out a husking, âSpeak.â
The entire room jolts at his eerie sweet voice - dangerous. Roughened around the edges in a tone heâd never used on you before.Â
Batting away a few glistening tears on your lashes, you mumble, âM-mâsorry for ah- costing us the m-mission-â
âShut up.â And heâs planting a smack onto the sensitive spot on your plump clit so hard that youâre seeing stars - suns, even. Slowing down his mean cadence to carve down every gooey sensitive spot inside you with his throbbing veins. Every rasping word of his was hoarse, punctuated with a thorough clash against the very bottom of your pussy. Pushing your legs up so tight you hear your joints pop! âDo you hngh- know how much I- we trusted you, gorgeous?â
Your nails leave raking red lines down his flexing back, and the way his muscles shifted underneath your touch was drool-worthy. âI-I know- mâsorry-â
âAll because ya got a little distracted by the fuck- strongest-âÂ
And, truly, Geto admits that perhaps he was there to watch you carry out your little spy mission. He admits that the sight of you batting your lashes at a certain sorcerer had him clenching his teeth harder than necessary. Fuming.Â
Because you were his.Â
It has him looming over the delicate crook of your neck, so up close and personal that every heated pant feels condensed. And he canât think - canât do anything but sink his teeth down hard into your skin. Enough to draw blood-
âFuck! Sugu-â you cry out. âIt w-wonât happen again, I promise-â
âHeh, you sure?â Geto grins, but he canât hide the way the pale column of his neck falls to swipe his inky black hair out of his face. Crushing you like a lawnchair in half, heâs twisting his strong forearm to block your heaving airway. âWhat do we think? Is our lovely hngh- second-in-command sorry?â
It takes you a few seconds to register heâs not even talking to you, and even more to register the soft, murmuring answers.
You donât have the right state to even try and understand them right now - but luckily for you, Geto snarls his way into a clash of teeth and lips with yours. Tugging hard on your glossed lower lip, âBetter not fuckinâ mess up again.â
Oh, he was still fucking you so furiously.Â
Wrestling your pathetically droopy legs further and further up his sculpted deltoids, youâre sure that the tatami mat below would be patterned on your back already. One hand of his cranes behind his neck to pin your ankles together. And Geto-
Shit, Geto was letting his jaw hang slack - drooling. Eyes locked on you and you only.
Whispering, âYouâre mine.â The headlock only growing tighter. Dangerous. You didnât know whether it was from the lack of air or from his ruthless rummages at your mushy walls but it had you so lightheaded. He slides a thumb down your soaking wet slit and presses onto the button of your clit. Hard. âY-youâre mine here-â Then up, up, up to about halfway down your stomach, splaying out to feel for the lewd nudge of his fat, burning hot head thump! thump! thumping against the insides of your pussy. Inflating you from the inside out. â-and youâre mine here-â Before finally - finally - pressing a saturated kiss onto your lips, as he usually would. â-and here.â
Your leader looked utterly ruined.Â
And itâs not long - not long at all - before his sloppy strokes get almost painfully filthy. Before he feels stars burst behind his firmly scrunched shut lids, and his thwacking balls clench. Building and building-
âOpen that mouth- fuck! Open it-â Geto hiccups out, plump lower lip trembling at the sheer need. And the very moment your lips are opening just wide enough - heâs pulling out. Your disappointed whine falling on deaf ears when Geto drags himself up to straddle your pretty face with his thick, muscular thighs. And he cums. âTake it- hngh- youâll fuckinâ take it alll up- wontcha?â
Creamy ribbons of his seed splat their way right onto the middle of your tastebuds and it makes Geto huff out a drunken bout of laughter at the mess heâs making. Thick fingers flying up and down to milk out every pearly ounce of his cum onto your face.Â
Heh, itâs not a bad punishment - heâs musing.
Guiding to swipe the curve of his reddened tip along your trembly lips like a little lipstick. You look so much like his that he canât help but cum- again. And again. And again and again and-
âSh-shit look what ya do to me-â Geto moans, and you swear it cracks into a whine at the very end. âI canât- oh fuck- canât stop.â
He wouldnât stop - he couldnât.
Greedy gaze locked on you, one massive palm slams! somewhere above your head to hunch his toned body over. Getoâs entire body wracks violently above you with each shuddering wave. Filthy. âCanât be a-anyone- canât be anyone else. B-becauseâŠyouâre mine, right?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Candy Crush
OhâŠif heaven exists then it would be right here, right now - with Choso desperately stuffing himself into your thinly-clothed cunt for the first time ever. Breathing- no, gulping in deep heavals of your essence in a way that makes his dewy eyes roll back.Â
âB-baby- my pretty babyâŠare you sure?â heâs gasping out in feverishly hot puffs of condensation. And despite the tiny tremor of uncertainty in his voice, heâs spreading your thighs even further open all for him.
You huff out a drunken giggle, tugging impatiently at one of his sweat-dampened locks. âMâsure, Cho- really need you.â
âOh, d-donât say that-â heâs hiccuping, coral pink lips wobbling. And you feel the back of Chosoâs thumb swipe down the puffy mound of your soaked pussy, smearing down a wet coating all over his slender digits. âI-I canât when you say things like that- oh-â
Anything and everything that Choso was babbling is thrown out of the window with just one darting lick at the sloppy dredges of your sweet, sweet slick on his fingers. With an electric-like jolt, heâs popping it into his mouth to suck. That syrupy taste enough to have him bucking his achy erection down hard into the plush mattress.Â
To have him gape, âB-babyâŠâ
And before you know it, heâs dragging you halfway down the mattress like a toy to roughly attach his lips with your own swollen ones - too hasty, too depraved to even think of pulling aside your sticky panties. Strong forearms pinning your squirming thighs so hard to the bed that you half-wonder whether it would bruise. His heated tongue darts through and around that sliver of fabric - tasting it.
âY-youâre ngh! liking this, baby?â you coo, threading your fingers through his strands in a useless attempt to get an answer - but Choso barely budges. Biceps flexing when he cushions you to his body even tigher. âHow are you f-feeling?â
It takes him a few seconds to even hear your words - too wrapped up tonguing away your absolutely ruined panties to swirl a sensual circle around your saturated clit. Groaning gingerly, âIt feels- ngh- feels like I could cum from j-jusâ this.â
And he was being so honest that it made Choso blush - a bright crimson flush that started from his hollow cheeks and all the way down to his bawling, reddish head. Hips rutting over and over into the silken sheets, but he couldnât spare a hand to fuck into it right now.
None at all - because Choso needed to have you cum all over his face before he did himself.Â
So you gasp when he drags his tongue away with a final, spit-slicked smooch right on your puffy clit. Whimpering out a soft, âR-ride my face, babyââ
That nod of yours is just barely done halfway through, just barely moving your head affirmative before with a sudden nudge of his soft, mountainous palms on your hips - youâre straddling Chosoâs pretty face. And heâs not letting you hover - no, the complete opposite, in fact.
Youâre being manhandled with a rough hand around your waist to drag your full weight onto Chosoâs greedy mouth. Puckering up to plunge his tongue into your sloppy entrance, swirling around a wet circle at your rim before fucking into you.
Pure animal instinct - heâs so messy.
Muffling out a throaty, âS-so sweet- fuck- like candy. S-sâthis right? Does this feel good- ah-â Those half-lidded eyes of his are immediately latching onto the way a few of your trembly fingers were dancing their way down to your neglected clit.Â
Your boyfriend - your sweet, gentle boyfriend - is swatting away that hand rudely. Brows furrowing together into a plea when he rolls his free thumb over your plump clit. Toying.Â
âNuh uh- mâsorry, baby- mâsorry but-â Eyes blazing. â-sâall for me.âÂ
Heâs so chin-deep into your cunt that every word comes out lewdly garbled, poking the upper half of his face over to suck on one of your sensitive pussy lips and bites. Chosoâs dragging his face wherever youâd let him and it was hypnotic. âH-have the biggest fuckinâ c-crush on you, yâknow?â
You didnât know if he even realized what he was saying right now.
âY-you do?â youâre tittering, core aching with the quick, dribbling gyrations of your hips down onto his face. But it wasnât enough - it might never be enough and he was constantly leaving a light swat on your ass to make you use him. Faster.Â
âMhmmââ Choso nods and nods and nods and heâs plunging his hot and heavy tongue into your gummy walls. â-the biggest c-crush. I really wanna hngh! make you my- ngh- my loverâŠmy wife.â
âChosoâŠâ you hum, voice sending blood pumping to his beautifully flushed face all over again. And he finds it in himself to bite into your clit and suck. Shit. â-I am your lover.â
âR-really?â In awe.
You donât know whoâs cumming first - you or Choso.Â
Because only with a few more syrupy slurps of his tongue on your throbbing cunt, youâre gushing all your juices down the lower half of his face. Forming an obscenely wet mask all down his dripping chin, his nose, all the way up to his cheekbones.Â
And oh Choso loves it.Â
Choso canât get enough.
He canât help but gulp and gulp down every one of your pearly splatters as he fucks you through your high. Over and over-.
That is, until-
âN-noo-â Chosoâs whimpering, hands bruising where theyâre immediately digging into your waist to halt you to a stop. And his bulging biceps flex in such a mouth-watering way when heâs easily plopping your entire body weight down onto his lap easily - onto his urgently twitching cock. Nudging apart your puffy pussy folds to slide just his fattened tip into the snug channel of your cunt before- âN-need to cum inside. Please- ngh! Need to.â
And Chosoâs cumming just from tasting your pretty pussy.Â
Shooting out thick waves of his seed, your clingy walls are gripping so tightly around his bolting cock that it makes him sob. It makes him attach his fingers bruisingly onto your waist as he ruts his hips up mindlessly.Â
âC-can I taste it again, babyâŠâ Heâs gulping at the oozes of cum that overspills a glossy coat down his shaft in the perfect creampie. â-w-wanna see if it tastes sweeter now.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - âBothâŠâ
âI should fuck ya stupid-â Sukuna utters, followed by a rough sinking of his teeth into your earlobe. And it takes everything in him to keep out the tiny cracking of his rumbling baritone, to try and not fucking stutter like some weakling. â-th-then maybe ya wouldnât be able to hah- talk outta that slutty pussy, brat.â
Youâre huffing in indignation, biting your own set of teeth into the tattooed skin of the kingâs shoulder. Barely even a kitten nip to him. âI-Iâm serious, Kuna- I wanna take b-â
SLAM!
His curled first comes down hard onto the decadent armrest on his royal throne. Anything - everything - thatâs keeping his composure right now.Â
Sukuna spits out a heated, âDonât you dare s-say it-â
You roll your eyes, jostling your hips a little too sensually when you lean up to his toweringly inhuman figure. All the way up to whisper smugly in his ear, â-both.â
Itâs silence, at first.
And youâre not even sure that Sukuna heard you at first - that special word just about on the tip of your tongue once more - before, wordlessly, he picking you up with two of his big, beefy arms. Fully. Remaining two curling around the thick hilts of his matchingly hard cocks to guide them all the way to your tearful slit.Â
âWell thenâŠâ Sukunaâs dark snicker snaps you out of your reverent awe, because his fat, rotund tips were so swollen. The sheer circumference staggering that you had no idea how they were going to fit. â-better take it all then, woman.â
It feels like youâre being split-apart, Sukunaâs barely even bullying his twin heads to spearhead open your sopping cunt and you swear you already feel him poking around at your womb. Heâs so ruthless. Not hesitating for even a second before pumping your walls stock full of his thickened inches. Over and over-
âWell?â heâs manspreading his muscular thighs in a way that makes you bounce precariously. All four arms crossing while he bears you with a sleazy grin you know doesnât bode well. âWas heh- whininâ and crying until you got it. Take it, then.â
Oh, he was so mean.
But you werenât one to back down so easily, either.Â
âF-fine-â you huff, hands steadying on his flexing shoulders when youâre gyrating your hips downwards. Gulping up his long, hefty inches that rub against all your sweet spots without even trying. âShit- y-youâre in so deep, Kuna-â
And this makes Sukuna stiffen, it makes his massive cocks swell even girthier with a sudden rush of blood likely all the way from his brain. Leaving him throughly pussydrunken but in denial. Smack! You feel his sharp nails sting against your ass. âD-donât think those ngh- filthy words of yours are gonna work this time, lilâ human.â
âMâjusâ saying-â you whine. Splaying a hand down to the nudging divot forming at your stomach, and youâre pressing down hard to thumb over the ruthless curve of his rummaging tips. â-can already feel you right h-here nâ youâre not even halfway- mmpf-â
Sukuna has to make you shut up.
He needs to.
And his first way of going about it is to cover your mouth with one of his monstrous hands, manifesting that second mouth of his from his stomach to smear across his palm. Into a wet, sinful French kiss.Â
And his second? WellâŠ
âGod- y-you donât even know what you-â he shudders out, two hands possessively forming a vice-like grip onto your waist. Body wracking with heaves when your clingy walls mesh and mold around his rock-hard cocks. â-what you do to me.â
You squeal - or, at least, you think you do. Itâs muffled into your filthy, filthy kiss with Sukunaâs other mouth when heâs slamming your hips down riotously into his.
Thereâs no warning. No start signal - nothing before all of a sudden the king of curses is bucking your hips down, down, down into his over and over. Like some toy. The stretch is so dizzying that you can feel your maw slack open, drool trailing its delirious pathway down the side of your lips - with his excess mouth happily slurping it all up.
You honestly feel like youâre being ruined.Â
Pulled to and fro anywhere and everywhere.
âHeh, too much?â Sukuna has the audacity to giggle - giggle. Low and husky in a hot pant against your ear.Â
Yet, of course, the king never apologizes - well, to anyone except you. But for now heâs only stringing his hand away from your mouth, snapping away delicate ropes of saliva from the both of you. Instead, replacing it with another hand attached right onto your plump clit - and with it, his second mouth.
âOh- shit shit shit-â you jolt. The dual- no, triple stimulation of his cocks kissing swooping glides of precum down your spongy cervix all the way to your g-spot and his mouth sucking on your sensitive nub was too much. Toying with you. âI-I didnât know you could- ngh- could do- that-â
And Sukuna laughs, only grinding his palm up in a sopping wet smear against your stuffed pussymound to lap up each splatter of your sweet, sweet juices. Dredged out every time his hefty, cum-filled balls slam into your cunt.
âSpecial treatment fer taking ngh- both of me.â heâs grunting. The third of his beefy arms smush your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, overgrown digits so large that heâs squeezing into your airway. âDoes the queen h-have any more requests, hm?â
You can only shake your head no - anything more and you had a feeling that you just might not be making it out in one piece. That is, if you do this time.Â
âGood.â And Sukuna only smiles. Three of his arms slithering their way around your trembly body - the fourth taking its sweet, sweet time to dive into your clit and bite. Lightly. Youâre giving up practically every ounce of control to him. âNow, jusâ relax nâ let your husband take over.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Stronger.
âI-I can take it-â
âToruâŠâ
âPromise- ngh- promise I can take it, s-sweetheart. Heh, itâs you that has to be worried.â
You had absolutely zero idea how an impromptu sparring session with Gojo Satoru - the strongest, longtime rival and absolute pain in your ass - ended up like this. With you flat on your back and splayed out across his navy bedsheets in such a tight mating press, with him running on complete fumes and his revered cursed technique to drag out his- sixth orgasm of the night.Â
But you werenât complaining.
And neither was Gojo - in fact, mumbling out a slurring slew of profanities into your open mouth. Followed by the most broken âIâm w-winning this bet-â
âNo-â youâre spitting hot-headedly with a merciless little bite on his pouty lower lip, and itâs so pretty the way his lips grow as rawly rosy as the rest of his blushing cheeks. Leveraging your years and years of practice to flip the two of you over, âI-Iâm winning.â
Neither of you could even remember what the bet was about.Â
Something about whoâd admit defeat? Ah, Gojo doesnât give a shit - not even your puffy pussy lips were sliding down his overstimulated cock. Sheathing him in a freshly drenched coating of your honeyed slick when you straddle his slender hips and ride.
âHeheh- y-you think this is- oh!â His hands wrangle around your waist urgently in such a bruising grip to slow down your sloppy cadence. And heâs using his powerful arms to completely drag your drooling cunt in languid, lazy bounces up and down up and down up and- bruising. â-this isnât going to m-make me-â
But he already was.
Oh, he already was with every clingy kiss of your gummy walls around his steadily swelling cock, every syrupy slosh of cum that made his heavy balls clench. And itâs only a matter of time before his thoroughly overwhelmed cock bursts out once more.Â
Gojoâs letting his head loll drunkenly against the sweat-dampened pillows - shit, everything was such a mess. From the creamy puddle of cum sobbing from your sopping wet slit, to the way your fatigued bodies were so furiously glissading across one another.Â
âMake you what?â you bat your lashes down at him in a way that should be infuriating, but it only makes his reddish tip twitch into your g-spot. âAdmit it- ngh- a-admit defeat, Toruââ
But thatâs the last thing he would do.Â
Thereâs a sudden crack! of jujutsu in the air, and you already know from who before your stupidly fucked mind even registers it. Because it only takes a split-second - a split-second - for Gojo to teleport from right underneath you being ridden out of his fucking mind to be shovelling all girthy inches of his cock into you from behind.
âAh! What-â you yelp, precariously collapsing onto the silken pillowcases now. Whirling your greedy gaze over your shoulder, âTh-thatâs cheating.â
And Gojo doesnât even hear you - fuck, he doesnât even feel alive.Â
The only thing one his delirious mind right now being the way your dribbling cunt was swallowing him up so well. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, entire heavy bodyweight slumping on top of yours when heâs jackhammering inch after inch.Tiny, mindless gyrations just to fit deeper - as if your clingy walls had forgotten how massive he was already. So heavy - you could barely breathe.
And itâs only when heâd bottomed out, itâs only when Gojo could feel your saturated folds kiss his fat base, his weepy tip drawing a long line of translucent precum across your cervix that you hear a noise from above you.Â
Itâs hoarse - pained. Youâre halfway concerned before you hear that rumbling groan turn into a bout of laughter. Humorless, so, so pussydrunken.Â
Gojoâs eyes glow with miniscule bolts of lightning when heâs dragging your face to crane upwards into his oh-so-feral gaze. The toothy grin smeared across his handsome features made it seem like he was fucking you like he hated you. Whispering - low. âYou win th-this round, my girl.â
You feel a sudden spike in cursed energy - and youâre sure every electrical source within the next twenty-five miles does, too. Before Gojo plants one foot on your head and angles his hips deeply to pummel your womb with thick, knocking spurts of cum.
Fuck, every sudden ribbon of seed had him pressing into you ever deeper. Rougher. And Gojo could feel your snug cunt drain his tight balls again. Again and again and again until his furious divot could only pump out a few wispy strings of creamy white.
âGodâŠâ Gojo breathes, so strained. Heâs swiftly thwacking! a few fingertips against your plump clit - buzzing jujutsu hot on his digits. Swirling those excess dredges of cum to make such a filthy mess of your pretty cunt. âThis fuckinâ p-pussy feels so hngh- good. Sâfuckinâ unfair-â
âUnfair? Youâre the one using-â
And, well, usually Gojo loved hearing you run that smart mouth of yours. But right now all he could do was run his slender fingers over to your sensitive nub over and over - before punishing you with a tiny squeeze. âMhm- allâs fair in l-love and ngh- war.â
Shit, he can already feel the exact moment when you cum - your toes curling, kiss-bitten lips letting out such a sweet keen of his name when the tingling waves take over.Â
âO-of course, you ah- quote that-â youâre babbling out, strangled moans choking out with every clash of his bawling head into your g-spot. Heâs memorized it by now. Perfected it.
Probing so deep that you think Gojoâs ready to batter a fat, circular bruise at that spot. Especially when his powerful hands wrap in a vice-like restraint around both your arms; biceps flexing, slack lips grunting as he manhandles your entire body to lift cleanly off the mess you call sheets.Â
The strongest - heâs such a show-off.
Snickering when you gasp at the change in angle middair, jostling his expansive cock inside you rummagingly. Heâs sweetly coating your insides with a sweltering hot pool of cum - once. Twice. And then nothing.Â
Shooting blanks.Â
You flinch when you feel the splat! splat! splat! of something wet, slowly realizing that Gojo was crying pearly tears from his pussydrunkenly droopy eyes. Smearing it when he rubs his face into the crook of your neck with a purr, âB-best out of tenâŠ?â
â...â
A/N. PHEWWW I got CARRIED AWAYY with this one oml it was saur fun.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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vi x readerâs first time together
18+ minors dni, fingering, intimate sex, fem receiving, oral sex, teasing, squirting, vi in love durr
â i canât believe i get to touch you like this, â you close your eyes feeling viâs lips press against you, just above your pussy, too easily flustered to even look at her, â youâre so fucking beautiful.. â she commented, her lashes bat in a daze, a breathy laugh leaving your lips in attempt to brush it off, she knew you could never take her compliments serious out of getting nervous, but this was different, this was intimate, you both knew that. this was the farthest you both had gone in your relationship and she wanted to do whatever was possible to reassure you it was all okay. she sees your hips squirm under her contact, you were so worked up, such an easy button to push.
â vi, youâre teasing .. â
â mmm, am i ? or are you too nervous to tell me what you want ? â her pixelated eyes hold a menacing glare with yours, but youâre too busy trying to fix your gaze upon anything other than her. the way she was taunting you during your first time with her was sickening, stimulatingly sickening. â i- i donât know, i want you, just do something already, please. â she huffs a laugh, wasting no more time diving in. vi starts off with a tongue lick to your cunt, slowly licking her way up to your clit before wrapping both lips around the swollen area. your hands run through her hair. the vibrations of her working making you pull and scratch, causing her to grumble against you with pleasure.
â baby oh my god t-that feels so fuckinâ g-good- ohh! â your hips move in sync with her mouth, rubbing your cunt against her face as she follows your path, â all this time i didnât have a taste of you, â she mumbles and yet youâre already losing it, beginning to lose your patience along with your sanity. she was slurping, kissing, licking and penetrating your pussy with her tongue and she had no remorse while doing so. the lewd sounds from your mouth motivating her, pushing her to do so like it was her last breath here. her tongue continued to work as she sucked on what was almost driving you to the edge. â donât stopâ â
â god, fucking love the sound of your voice right now, â and thatâs when vi slips 2 fingers in without warning, and to be honest, there was no need to. if anything, you needed to be warning her for the messy orgasm you were tiptoeing around. â youâre close arenât you ? i feel it. â she quizzed and you frantically nodded, your breathing getting heavy. she admired you from her point at the end of the bed. her silence catching your attention as she worked her fingers into you. â stop looking at me like that, â you spoke before she smiled. â i canât look at my girlfriend ? â â no ! â
she laughed at how you tensed, her fingers thrusting into your gummy walls along with the impact from the tip of her tongue flicking against your clit â creating the perfect combination for nothing but pure bliss, â i can feel you angel, just let go for me. give me all of it ..â her words of encouragement were doing its damn thing, the knot in your belly starting to untie itself on viâs behalf. your body begins to convulse, this moment felt like more than everything to you, especially to vi, hoping sheâd be able to show you her love in every way sheâs been wanting, with this only being the beginning.
â b-baby .. vi ⊠iâm so closeâ oh my god .. â she quickly intertwined her hand in yours as you squeeze her knuckles for support through your orgasm. you were too busy making the flesh on her hand turn pale from how hard you were holding on to notice how reactive you verbally were, vi loved every sound coming out of you though. it was a beautiful side of you she had never seen. â iâve got you babe, let go just like that. â as she says this, you start to panic when you feel the certain pressure below you.
her finger is still working your hole, not pulling away for anything or anyone â not even you. vi sees your small hands trying to pry her own away, but she simply stops you by restraining the same hand pushing her. â wait viâ this feels so different, please, oh my .. â you babble but she didnât care because she knew what was about to come. â i know, baby. i know. â she holds eye contact with you, feeling your walls begin to tighten around her fingers yet again. thatâs when she moves faster, jabbing her finger in and smoothly adding another to completely rupture you. her hand was cramping, but she could take that on any day if it meant sheâd be able to see you fall apart.
â youâre there. youâre right there, you feel that ? â viâs question not only earns a loud whine from you, but it finishes you off completely. â holy shit iâm fucking c-cumming vi, oh fuckââ you felt couldnât even pronounce a single word. the only thing you could begin to make out was her name, and even then, it was just hoarse whines. you donât see it, but she does. she sees it all â the spurts of your cum soaking her hand, drenching the covers, the way your chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath, your eyes looking into the back of your skull with your lips parted softly as she slowly dragged her fingers out of your walls.
you were fucking breathtaking, she couldnât believe you were hers.
â you did so good, youâre the most beautiful girl ever i swear. â she huffs as you smile at her, you lightly grabbed her face with one hand, bringing her into a long kiss. she uses the weight of one elbow to lean over and place kisses onto your temple. your body is still coming down from its peak, and your vision was still foggy â but you still needed her. you still craved her touch like you had a sweet tooth. â you okay ? didnât hurt you did i ? â â no no, not at all, vi, i just wanâ more .. â your pleading eyes search for her lips, and once you find them, you inch closer. vi seals it for you, pressing her plumped ones onto your own. you feel the same fingers that were inside you creep up to your chin, then lips â trails of your wet essence lingering on your skin.
â are you sure ? â
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If You Were My Little Girl II
Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader
Summary: Things are looking up
Alexia watches from the stands.
They're mostly empty, like almost all Barcelona B matches.
Women's football has only really started picking up steam recently but only at the top flight. The lower level leagues are still having a bit of a popularity issue.
But Alexia, for once, finds that she doesn't mind.
Because it means she can sit practically alone in the stands as she watches the home match.
A notepad sits on her lap, a pen tapping against the pages thoughtfully as she watches.
Barcelona B are good and Alexia has never expected anything different. She's seen the system at work many times as La Masia churns out players like Aitana and Pina and Jana, and more recently Vicky and Martina.
There's a reason so many clubs wants La Masia products.
They're all good players but even now, Alexia can tell a great player when she sees one.
You rise up among the crowd in the box and slam the ball into the goal, the net rippling with the force of the shot.
The best part, Alexia thinks, is that you didn't even need a moment to control the ball, hitting it in on the volley and grinning as your teammates practically dogpile you.
A hattrick in ten minutes is impressive in any league and Alexia makes another note in her notebook, humming softly to herself.
She rises out of her seat at the end of the match, disappearing into the building and out the doors.
It takes another half an hour for you to appear again, hair damp and an old crew neck sweater that Alexia's pretty sure is Alba's being tugged over your head.
You slip into the passenger seat, throwing your bag into the backseat and Alexia pulls your head down to press a kiss against the side of it.
You smile shyly at her as she offers up the fries she'd bought for a job well done.
"You did good, kid," She says," Very impressive."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. But I think we're going to work on evading slide tackles next," Alexia says as she drives off," We're trying to keep those ankles of yours intact, alright? I'm going to need them this season."
You roll your eyes and Alexia clicks her tongue.
"Don't roll your eyes at me," She says," I've got a good feeling about that meeting later in the week. A great feeling, actually. You should have one too."
"I'm managing expectations."
Alexia looks at you fondly. "Well, we'll see which one of us is right in a few days."
She lets you choose the music in the car, like she always does when you've scored a goal and you pull up to the apartment a lot quicker than you want to seeing as you're in the middle of singing along to your favourite song but, still, you drag yourself out of the car and up the stairs.
"How was the match?" Olga asks as she greets Alexia with a kiss on the lips.
"She did very well," Alexia brags," A hattrick within the first ten minutes and another goal in injury time."
"Exciting," Olga says indulgently as Alexia grins, already giving her running commentary of everything that happened during the match.
You escape though, hurrying to raid the cupboards before Alexia finally comes to her senses and tries to stop you 'spoiling' your dinner.
You don't know if there's any way to thank Alexia for what she's done for you.
Just three months ago, you were convinced that you were going to quit. You had no passion for the game, no hope of what your future was going to be but now all of that had changed.
You had direction. You had a manager. You had new boots and a place to live that wasn't a group home and support and love and everything seemed to be coming together for you.
A toe pokes you in the leg.
"Move."
"Alexia says that if you're trying to nap on her sofa again then I don't have to move," You tell Alba, who huffs and pokes you with her toe again," She also says that you have your own apartment and should stop mooching of us."
"But Olga's a better cook than me," Alba complains and you roll your eyes.
"Aren't you an adult? Even I can cook."
"Yeah but it's not like you could mooch off your sist-"
Alba falls silent quickly and you pretend to not notice what she was going to say for both hers and your own sakes.
The topic of your sister is kind of off limits when you're in the room. It's not completely banned because Alexia's still Jenni's national teammate but she's not really spoken about if you're in the room.
Alba's face flashes with terror for a moment so you pretend you don't notice her slip up ever though it sends a bolt of lightning into your stomach, a deep pit forming there.
It works for the most part, everyone in the house pretending Jenni isn't who she is to you, pretending that she's just Alexia's teammate and not her friend and ex, pretending that Alexia fostering you isn't her walking on a tight rope because Jenni doesn't know.
All Jenni knows is that you didn't quit when she told you to.
Jenni doesn't know that you live with Alexia. Jenni doesn't know anything. You doubt she even thinks about you when she's got a life far away in Mexico.
She lives there, far away from you and your life here in Barcelona.
She lives there and her presence is hardly ever mentioned around you.
Life is good at Alexia and Olga's house. Life is even good at training, though you could do without the smug little smirk Alexia has on her face when she picks you up.
"You already knew!" You accuse her, waving a finger in her face.
"Knew?" She asks, lips curl up in what can only be described as pure smugness," Knew what?"
"Right, who told you? Go on. Who was it?"
Alexia grins. "You do realise I am the captain? Any time they're looking to bring someone in, they ask me my opinion."
You roll your eyes. "Yeah and I'm sure you gave it."
"You're a good player. A great player," Alexia says," All I did was tell them what they already know."
You look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. You want to be mad at her, to yell at her for keeping this from you. Maybe even yell at her for promising to the staff something you're not but you know she hasn't done that.
If she thought you weren't ready, she would have told them that.
But Alexia didn't. She didn't tell them to let you have a bit more time with the B team. She didn't tell them that you don't quite have what it takes.
"Thanks."
Alexia smiles at you as she drives home, a comfortable silence enveloping you both until your hand is on the door handle.
You stop.
"When I open this door, there's going to be a party, isn't there?"
"I may have told Olga...who told Mami...who told Alba...who told the rest of the family..."
"Is that a yes?"
"Possibly..."
"And there's no getting out of this?"
Alexia ruffles your hair, a soft kiss being pressed to the side of your head. "They're here to celebrate you."
You suck in a breath, just ready to turn the handle when the sound of the lift doors opening chimes down the corridor.
Both you and Alexia turn your heads towards.
It's just a fleeting second.
Just a moment.
But your good mood plummets as the door opens.
Alexia's hand tightens on your shoulder, pushing you slightly behind her and putting herself between you and the elevator.
Between you and Jenni.
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Veneration
Marcus Acacius x f!reader
Rating: E
a/n: another piece from Ao3 â enjoy! â€ïž
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âWhere is she?â
Marcus stalks into his chambers, his white cape billowing behind him, a guard following in his wake.
âI asked for her, sir. Iâm not sure where she is. She ââ
âJust find her,â he growls, frustration etched on his face.
The guard makes a hasty apology, slipping from the room. âYes, sir. Right away.â
Candles fill the space, pools of shadows gathered around the edges. The fabric on the bed is rich and decadent, every piece of decoration in the room dripping with luxury.
Itâs jarring, after so many months living in a battle tent.
A table filled with food in abundance, he bypasses everything on it for the jar of heady wine. Pouring himself a cup, he drinks deeply.
He thumbs at the slice on his neck, smearing blood on the tips of his fingers. His hands are used to being drenched in blood, crusted with it, the firm hold of a sword nearly molded to the creases of his palm.
It took everything he had not to raise it to the fucking pup who cut him. The one who is so careless and callous, he threatens to burn down everything Marcus has worked for.
All of his protection, wasted. His entire career, played with for sport.
Where is she?
He rips the pin off his tunic, tossing it to the side â he should be more careful with it, but heâs in no mood to be careful with anything. The laurel comes next; the stupid fucking pageantry. Heâs a general, a man made of sweat and blood and his fingers tear at the clasps of his armor, but he quickly gives up, pouring another cup of wine. Beautiful and untarnished, the armor is all for show, just like the adornments they covered him with.
It felt good to ride through the city and wave to the people he has been campaigning for months, but he could do without the show of it all. He recognizes the need for celebration, and heâll gladly give it to them, but he wishes he could do it in his actual armor. The one he defends their city in. The one nicked with a thousand dents from a thousand swords. The leather that fits to his body like a second skin, and he wished for it during the ceremony more than ever, wanting to present himself to the city like the soldier he is.
He sighs, the weight of the day resting heavy on his shoulders. Heâd hoped heâd feel more relieved after his conversation with Lucilla, that maybe heâd finally have someone useful he could persuade to act â and yet, the conversation was fruitless.
Frustration throbs behind his eyes, and he closes them, rubbing at his brow.
âYouâd think someone who just had a parade held in their honor would look a little less plagued.â
At your voice, his head snaps up. He watches you slip into the room, servant girls on your heels.
He shakes his head, a stern look on his face. âAlone.â
His command is clear, and you obey, dismissing the girls with a slight wave. All for show in the first place, they turn and leave the two of you.
âWhere have you been?â he asks. âIâve been waiting to see you since we entered the gates.â
You walk closer, bending to pick his cape off the floor. âYou know Iâm not allowed up there with them.â You finger the rich fabric, fighting the urge to bring it to your nose just to inhale his scent.
A scent youâve missed for almost a year now. A scent that was pressed into your bedding before he left, a scent you used to have memorized from the soft divot just underneath his ear. Oil and sweat and a heady fragrance that clung to his curls and clothes - one youâd been longing for since he left you behind for the promise of North Africa.
âI know,â he answers. âI thought youâd come to see me sooner. Or that I would have seen your face along the route.â
âWould you even have remembered what it looked like?â
Itâs childish, the question. You know it, but a barrier comes up automatically, placing protection around your heart. You were so sure of your bond until you saw him climb those steps, taking his place alongside the Emperor. A tiny prick of doubt at the display of his status bled within you, and though you want nothing more than to run to him for reassurance, you canât bring yourself to do it.
âHow can you even ask that?â he asks lowly, hurt and frustration buried between his dark brows.
He steps closer, and yet you withhold, standing your ground.
You did see him on the route, hidden in the back of the crowd, watching from underneath the hood of your robe. The second you heard he was approaching the city, anticipation stole the air from your lungs, so strong that you had to stop your chores. A thousand different scenarios of reuniting with him swirled through your mind, all of them abruptly stopped by the remembrance that you couldnât greet him. Not in public, not where anyone could see. You watched him instead from the depths of the crowd, feeling pride as he rode past.
There, he looked like a shining god. Here, in front of you, he looks older.
Aged in a way that makes him even more handsome, there is new gray along his temples. More, along the curve of his jaw. The candlelight catches strands that mix in with his dark curls, and you take in the wrinkles the line the edges of his eyes, the ones that crease his forehead. The one between his brows was there before he left, only itâs deeper now - something you know has to do with the way you havenât touched him yet.
âThis finery suits you,â you muse, fingering the edge of his armor.
He scoffs, catching your hand in his. Bringing it to his mouth, you watch with rapt attention as his lips mold to your knuckles, one delicate kiss after another.
âI hate it,â he mumbles against your skin.
You smile. âThen letâs remove it.â
â
Heâs patient as you help, but barely.
You can feel the tension radiating off his body as you unclasp his armor and lift it off, the heavy leather set to the side. His eyes stay trained on you as you guide his thick tunic upwards, discarding it onto the floor. He stands in his underclothes for a moment before you sink to your knees and undo the tie at his waist, letting them fall as well. Bare now for your eyes, you inspect him from your position, your hands running over his skin.
Itâs familiar, yet not: new wounds that have healed, new scars for your touch. He stirs under your exploration, twitching along his thigh, but you donât give into the touch you know he wants - not yet. You used to spend hours exploring his body: working oil into his tired muscles, memorizing the firm planes of them born in the training yard. Heâs just as thick and strong as you remember, maybe even more so now.
Standing, you turn to retrieve a strigil from his bedside table, undoing the clasp of your tunic with one hand with your back facing him. It falls from your shoulders, slipping onto the floor in a puddle of cloth and when you turn to face him, the hunger in his gaze at your nakedness floods you with arousal.
âThey bathed me before the parade,â he says dismissively, glancing at the tool in your grip.
You had a ritual before he left: he would summon you to his chambers, and be waiting for you. Youâd help him undress, and sometimes youâd bathe him, but sometimes he liked it better this way - your small hands smearing rich oil along his tanned skin, your fingers working it in. The deliberate strokes of the strigil swept along the lines of his muscles, the tool gathering all the grime and the dust and the sweat from the yard. Never enough that it disappeared though. You smelt it on you when you slipped from his chambers later that night, always pressed into your limbs, his seed trickling from between your thighs.
Assuming he wants the same veneration tonight, youâre surprised when his hand flicks out faster than youâre prepared for, his grip relentless on your wrist. It tightens, and he pulls you towards him, your back to his front. The heat of his body is flush with yours, the weight of his cock thick along the curve of your ass.
âHow long Iâve waited to have you,â he breathes into your ear, his tone a growl that sends a shiver down your spine. The scruff along his jaw scrapes against your skin, and you melt into him. âWhy are you doing this?â
You drop the stirgil on the tiled floor, the sound barely heard over the pounding of your heart. Letting yourself lean against the thick, broad plane of his chest, his hand lets go of your wrist to skate up your side, roughly palming the weight of your breast. He groans when he touches it, a relieved one that blends with your softer moan, and his other hand curls around your front, cupping you firmly between your thighs. His fingers reach for the curve of your entrance, his teeth scraping along your shoulder when he finds you wet. His touch lingers there, his fingers spreading you to find more evidence of your need.
There is a tension that still vibrates from his form behind you, hidden underneath his skin. Heâs holding himself back just for you, and though you want nothing more than to put aside your hesitation and your pride, itâs actually easier to do it this way. To encourage him to take, so different than the sweet murmurs youâve wished for in the night, less vulnerable than the tender touch of his hands.
You want it to hurt, just like youâve hurt, and you know he also needs this right now.
Your hand rests upon his, sliding it up.
Up, up, up until it circles your throat.
He flexes his grip, his fingers pressing into your pulse that thrums underneath his touch. You give him silent permission â permission to be the one he wants to be with you sometimes.
Permission for him to be rough, like he is in battle.
Permission to take you as he needs to take you.
Tilting your head to the side, you whisper against his scruffed cheek. âIâm yours, General.â The title gives away the game, your slip into character. âTell me what you want.â
Your words set him alight, his body moving just how it does on the field: in control, precise, power emanating from his stance when he tugs you away from him and pushes you to your knees. He blocks out the light above you, his fingers curling around your chin to pull you closer. Your hands splay on his sturdy thighs to catch your balance, and he steps forward, crowding you.
âOpen your mouth.â
An order, like he was born to give.
Dutifully you do, and he wastes no time feeding himself between your warm, wet lips. The thick tip of his cock brushes against your bottom lip, the weight of him smearing across your tongue the deeper he gets. He tastes so good and so familiar, so musky and masculine, and your tongue runs along the underside of his shaft, curving to the skin as he hardens even more. You slide it along every ridge, every vein of his thick cock, and when he pulls back just before pushing himself deeper with a groan, you swirl your tongue around the rounded tip.
Going back for more, you do it again.
Your hands slide up his thighs to his hips, your fingers digging into the skin, and you pull him deeper, encouraging it. He groans loud and shameless, your cunt throbbing when you look up to the light flickering over his skin. It looks so rich and real , your hands slipping backwards to palm the curve of his ass with a greedy grab.
The release of want pours from you both, his body still tight with tension but a different type of tension: not frustration, but need.
He gives in, thrusting into your mouth harder, flickering candlelight catching the drool that gathers around the edges of your mouth and slides down your chin. Your cheeks hollow, his thumb fitting into the indented curve. Your eyes shut tight, his cock pushing against the tight ring of your throat. He holds there for a moment, and then pulls out, his is cock glistening and he strokes it while you catch your breath, but youâre already grabbing for him before youâre ready.
âI want more,â you beg, your voice hoarse. âTake what you need.â
He strokes himself faster, harder, his stomach tensing.
âI know youâre holding back, but donât. Take anything you want from me. I can take it.â
Those are the words that do it. He growls, his hand palming the back of your head to force you back onto his cock. He pushes it past your lips as far as it will go and then some, not stopping this time when he reaches your throat. He feels the tight, constricting curve of it, and pushes a little further still, thickening at the strangled whine you let out into the dark curls at the base. Swiping the hair from your face, he cups your cheeks in his hands and angles your face to turn up towards his own.
Then, he fucks.
His pace is relentless, brutal, his cock slipping into the tight fist of your throat with every thrust forward. Stars dance along your vision, your chin soaked with spit. Desperation radiates from him, his grip tightening on your face, your fingers digging crescents into his hips and he groans, wanting more pain.
A familiar ache, one that heâs used to. Something to distract him from the deeper pain of your hesitation when you first walked in the room. Deeper still, the ache he felt for you while he was gone.
âYou have no idea how much I missed you. How much I missed this.â Every word of his confession is mixed with his heavy breaths, with soft grunts from the back of his throat.
You hum, a tiny frown pulling between your brows. You missed him just as much, missed this just as much â the way he emanates authority, the way he bends and molds and positions you just like his soldiers, to do as he bids.
He pushes you further, shedding the frustration and pent up tension of the day with every harsh stroke. He feeds it to you, makes you swallow it as it pours from him into your waiting mouth and an ache blooms in your throat, your jaw tense with the effort of trying to stay open wide enough for him to fit. Slipping your slim hand between his strong thighs, you cup his heavy balls with a tender squeeze â a touch that makes his head tip back as they draw up.
Harder, faster and then he doesnât give you any warning before he fists your hair and pulls you off his cock, stroking it with a slick, rapid beat to come on your chest. Your collarbones, the swell of your breasts.
More, when you start to smear it into your skin like oil, pressing it into your skin.
When heâs finished, he sags with release â though you know heâs not done. His hands reach for you, pulling you up off the floor and then finally â finally â he kisses you.
Fevered and desperate, his mouth open to taste yours, his tongue sliding against your own. Your fingers thread through his curls to keep him close, and his own dig forcefully into your skin, as if youâll disappear if he doesnât hold you tight. They splay to slide up your back and down again, stretch to cup the curve of your bottom and he lifts you to carry you over to his bed. He means to drop you there so he can sink to his knees, but when you cling to him, he falls with you, his weight settling over your body.
This â this is what you dreamed of every night he was away. This is what you held onto, this is what you missed. This version of Marcus that no one else gets. Not the stoic General, but rather the tender touch of his calloused hands. The slide of his body against yours, the murmurs of his adoration poured along the column of your neck.
Your legs wind around his waist, your hips canting up and he groans into your mouth at the sticky smear you leave on his stomach. More than ready for him, desperate for it.
âMy love, I need a minute.â
My love. The endearment fills your heart until tears leak from the corners of your eyes, and you pull him closer, wanting to be buried underneath his bulk. Winding your arms around his neck, you keep his mouth pressed against yours, only to frown when he pulls away.
âI need a minute,â he repeats, his head bending to brush his mouth along your throat. âBut let me indulge myself in the meantime.â
You watch the muscles in his thick shoulders shift as he holds himself above you and bends his head, taking your breast into his mouth. Itâs a greedy suck, his hand pushing the soft weight of it up so he can fit more. His teeth scrape against the peak, and then heâs moving onto the other one, giving it the same attention while you moan underneath him.
Down further still, he presses kisses along your belly, against each hip. Your thighs open wider, making room for him. A part of you expects him to tease you like you did him, but he doesnât â he settles in, hooking his arms under your thighs and spreads you wide right before he bends to devour.
Your hands rest upon the top of his head; your own version of a laurel resting on his curls. No adornments, no finery, no pristine armor and gold.
Your eyes close, savoring the slow, wide licks of his tongue. The devotion he gives your cunt with every slick, firm slide.
Not the General that the city fears and adores in equal measure - just Marcus, bending the knee for you.
#marcus acacius#marcus acacius/you#marcus acacius/reader#marcus acacius x you#marcus acacius x reader#gladiator ii#pedro pascal
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An Oral Agreement
QWER Magenta x male reader
Masterlist word count: 3,008 Kofi(donations/commissions)
She's equal parts infuriating and fascinating.
Magenta.
No last name. Or maybe that is her last name. Either way, that's all it said on the rental agreement and her bedroom door when you first moved in: Magenta. The letters were all lowercase like she was too cool for proper grammar. You know Magenta, in the Biblical sense (and it didnât take long).
She's always in her room streaming or recording or...doing whatever it is social media influencers do when they aren't online. But she likes candles, fried rice and catcore aesthetics. She thinks pumpkin spice season starts September 1st and she loves reality TV. Not exactly the makings of a deep and spiritual connection.
Now, living with Magenta, well, it has its ups and downs.
There are some things that never get done around here without you doing them; she rarely cooks, which wouldn't bother you so much if she at least did dishes once in a while. It doesn't help that she takes long hot showers. In a house with only one bathroom, this can really put a cramp in your morning routine.
Magenta doesn't clean the place very often either. At first, you just let it go because everybody has their own ways of doing things, right? But after a few weeks of living together, you realised that she's just...not going to do it. Like ever. So then there's nothing for it but to either live in a constant state of messiness or bite the bullet yourself.
Sometimes you feel like you're not living with a roommate so much as providing lodging for some kind of freeloading spirit that passes through periodically.
When you first moved in, you were worried about what your roommate might think of you: would they be weirded out by your habits? Would they judge your taste in decorations? Would you get along? Would you have enough space for both of you?
Those fears melted away pretty quickly once you met her. You could tell from the moment she opened the door that day (and didn't even look up from her phone) that she didnât care.
You soon learned that Magenta is messy but friendly. She stays up all night and sleeps during the day. She's everywhere online: Instagrammer, Tiktokker (is that what they call it?), live streamer or these days sheâs even on the radio and TV. She doing something for one of those things right now, with her bedroom door closed and music playing faintly behind it.
You're standing in the kitchen, staring down her latest infringement. Now, these empty take-out boxes were here this morning when you left. They were also here last night, and yesterday afternoon, and...you get where this is going.
"Hey, you awake in there?!" you shout towards her bedroom but get no response.
With a sigh, you walk over to her door and knock. Twice. Then again, louder when you still get no response. Finally, you resort to pounding on it repeatedly until it suddenly swings open to reveal your roommate shouting, "What!?" You step back, slightly taken aback by how loudly she said that single word. Her eyes soften instantly, though when they land on you.
She looks good. Not even just in a 'good for someone who hasn't slept yet today' kind of way. Just straight-up hot. Magenta wears a faded pink crop top emblazoned with an anime character and little cut-off cotton shorts covered in cookie prints. The low waistband of the shorts hangs off her hips, exposing the start of a light purple thong that cuts diagonally across her hip bones.
"I think our apartment might get condemned if you don't clean sometime soon."
Your roommate leans against the door frame. She pushes some dark brown hair behind her ear as she says, "Can't you do it for me? Just this once?"
"Just this once?" you repeat, crossing your arms. Your lips curl into a smile as you ask back to her, "Can't you do it just this once?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm always reminding you to clean, and you never do it. So guess who does it? It's not the magical cleaning fairyâit's me."
Her eyes roll skyward so forcefully you imagine you can hear them squeaking in their sockets.
"Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?" she says. "This seems really petty."
"It's not petty," you protest. "I have stuff to do and I shouldn't have to keep picking up after my adult roommate." You say the word 'adult' laden with implications. She gets your meaning immediately. Her lips twist.
"oh, I get it," she says with a smirk. "I guess it's been a while since I gave you a little thank you. Well, I need to get this video finished, so could you maybe clean it up and come back here after?"
So there's the perks. Two of them actually, as she pulls up her pink crop top and flashes you what's beneath. A pair of purple lace bra cups strain to contain your roommate's ample endowment. Pale skin pours out from beneath them, flesh squeezing together into a deep cleavage that entices you closer even as you shake your head.
"You can't keep pulling tricks like this, Magenta," you say, trying desperately to hold onto your train of thought while also enjoying the view. It helps that you know those breasts intimately. Hell, you've worshipped those breasts. They've spilt around your hands, smothered your face and laid upon your thighs. You know what the soft warmth inside each cup feels like. And, God, they feel really fucking good.
"I really appreciate your help and everything," she says, her bottom lip suddenly pushing out into a cute pout that goes well beyond suggestive. "And I'd like to show you just how much I appreciate it..."
Your resolve lasts right up until Magenta runs a finger down one of her tits to tease along the edge of the lacy purple material. That's when you give up. There's no point in fighting anymoreâshe has won this battle (just like all others).
"Just go finish your work already," you finally say, letting out a sigh.
Magenta smiles and giggles, lowering her shirt. "Thanks. Love ya!"
With a wink, she slips back into her room. You stand alone for several seconds before shaking your head. Back to cleaning, then.
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It's not exactly easy to focus on sorting the recycling into the correct bins when your roommate has just reminded you how nice her tits are. They're on your mind a lot, to be honest. More than they should be probably. Sometimes they're on your cock, though not as often as they should be. Probably.
You're counting your blessings that none of the neighbours are doing late-night recycling because then you'd have to explain why your face is red and your pants are bulging.
That doesn't stop the occasional glance towards your neighbour's house, where Mrs Kim likes to smoke on her front porch some nights. You think she smokes more than she should, but that's really none of your business. Her watching you from across the street, however, is very much your business, so you peek over your shoulder once in a while to check if she's spying. Again. Or still. Whatever.
One last box. The light outside is fading rapidly, but you can just barely make out that it comes from...the Greek place you love?
Oh. Oh no. Did she eat gyros and not bring you any? Damn, that girl knows how to be cruel!
When the recycling is finally squared away you dust off your hands. It's a symbolic gesture since all you've done is shove cardboard and glass into the right bins, but it makes you feel accomplished nonetheless.
Back in the apartment and lock the door behind you.
"There you are. Where have you been?"
"The bins, have you ever seen them before?" You mock while still fiddling with the lock chain.
"That was quick," comes her response. Your eyes follow the sound of her voice. Magenta is lying upside-down on the couch. She swings her feet lazily in the air while looking at something on her phone. Her dark hair cascades nearly to the floor. Those short shorts mean you can see most of her long legs. Then there's the curve of her hip, the crease of her thigh... "Get over here."
It's a rare occasion that Magenta voluntarily puts her phone down, yet she does just that as you walk over. The closer you get, the more enticing her position becomes: laying across the couch, head tipped backwards off the cushions to watch you approach her.
"So," she says. Her fingertips brush over the exposed skin of her belly. The fingers trace lines up and across her abdomen, moving between the edge of her shorts and her top. The motion catches your eyeâand she knows it. "I owe you, don't I?" Her eyelids flutter innocently. Or rather, far less than innocently.
"For today? Yeah. Definitely." You clear your throat and try again, "For quite a few days, actually."
"Quite a few," she echoes in agreement. Her hand continues to crawl upward until it reaches the peak of her breasts rising beneath her faded pink crop top. The movement presses the supple skin together in a way that has you standing right in front of her before you even realize you've walked over.
She pushes them hard together before letting them settle back to normal. Gravity spreads them apart, flesh pouring across her chest from the tightly gathered fabric keeping them barely contained. She reaches out over her head, to you, and grabs you by the belt buckle. Pulls you forward until you are stood over her. Even though she's upside down, she makes such effortless work of unbuckling the leather strap that you barely notice. One second it's on; the next it's flapping loose.
It takes only two sharp tugs to force your pants and boxers down past your knees. Magenta doesn't waste any time reaching out to touch your cock, gently running her hands over it until she can wrap her entire hand around the warm shaft and pull you until you fall to your knees. Her head hangs right in front your your length, and you see the teasing sparkle in her eye even upside down.
Her hot breath hits the skin of your bare cock. Lips press a series of soft, wet kisses down from your tip towards your balls. Then back up again, trailing even more tiny pecks that leave your skin tingling. You let your cock nudge against her cheek, feeling it slide along the smooth skin.
With both hands wrapped around your cock, Magenta holds your tip right in front of her mouth. Her tongue sticks out from between her lips, slowly, methodically lapping circles around the crown of your cock.
"Oh, God," you mutter, and you need to hold onto something, anything. First, it's the couch, then it's her tits.
Your hand lands heavily atop the nearest swell of flesh and squeezes tight, pushing it further out of her crop top. She hums approvingly at the groping and wraps her lips around your cockhead. Suckles sweetly. Slurps noisily until spit pools at the corner of her stretched lips.
She lets gravity help guide your cock into her waiting mouth. The further you slip inside, the more she relaxes her jaw to accept you. But then she reaches up and pulls on your hips. You glide up against her grateful tongue. Until her nose meets your stomach. She gags. It's so fucking lewd.
The whole thing makes you squeeze her chest harder. So big in your palm and yet somehow always bigger than you remember. You forget sometimes just how incredible these tits are. When they bounce in a video she's recorded, you rememberâbut never quite how heavy they are when you hold them; the way they give to your grasp in exactly the right amount; or the way her nipple puckers just slightly as it stiffens beneath your kneading grip.
"You're so sexy like this," you say.
The compliment elicits an appreciative groan from Magenta. Her head moves with your hips now, bobbing to meet each thrust, spit dripping down her cheeks. The messiness of the sloppy blowjob matches her other personality traits frighteningly well.
With her head pinned and her arms on you, you're free to pull up her shirt and expose her. The dirty minx has taken off her bra, so the expanse of her milky skin greets you. You cup them in each palm, feeling the heft of them, squeezing them greedily. They push back, moulding into the shape of your desire, and she moans, a low guttural note vibrating right through your length.
Her body writhes beneath your attention. Her thighs spread outwards, feet rolling at the ankle in time with each gently guided thrust into her throat. Fingers squeeze you, scratching lightly at the skin above your ass to encourage you deeper inside her hungry maw. Deeper into her throat until she chokesâ
You let up, panting, admiring the sight of her stretched out for your viewing pleasure. Her eyes flutter open, looking up at you from her upside-down position. The intensity in them draws you in again.
"Oh shit," you groan as you drive into her, plunging your cock balls deep until her purple-painted nails dig into the small of your back. You pump faster, lost in the warm embrace of her greedy sucking.
Magenta squirms beneath you, whining and groaning and bucking, begging you for more. Her cunt must be throbbing with anticipation. Poor thing wants your cum. You can tell.
You want her tits.
She gasps when you fully withdraw from her mouth. Her face is a fucking mess of saliva and smudged makeup. Before she can question you, you reposition yourself in front of her, straddling her beautiful face as you lower your rigid length between her breasts.
She's quick to pick up what you're putting down. With both hands pressing the creamy flesh of her boobs inward, she creates a tunnel for you to slide your dick into.
It feels as good as it looks. Soft pressure envelops your slick length, wrapping around the sensitive skin and creating a delightful sleeve for you to hump into. You can't get enough.
As soon as you hit a good pace, fucking your roommate's chest hard and fast, she starts giggling.
"What?" you ask.
"It tickles." Her laugh is breathy but not as loud as it usually is. "Keep going."
So you do. Thrust after thrust you plunge deeper, drawing more and more of yourself into the valley between her perfect tits. The more you use her, the further she parts her legs that run up the back of the sofa. Soft thighs splayed for nothing but display. Then, just as you start to admire them, she clenches them together. Your eyes trace down the pale skin until they arrive at her crotch where the bottoms of her cookie-patterned shorts have ridden up against her wet slit. She's gyrating her hips in all sorts of directions and rubbing herself against the material in some attempt to satiate her growing needs.
The soft flesh of her midriff jiggles between the thrusting into her tits and the twisting of her hips below. You can't stop staring. Fuck. How does this girl have every single curve?
At first, you try holding backâyou want this to last longer. But after a few seconds, you realize you can't fight this feeling. Not when you've got such a good view. And certainly not with her nipples so hard under the press of your thumbs. She arches up when you pinch them, and you know you're done for.
And then, as if she can feel it by the way you're thrusting, she begins to coo and beg under you. She knows she's getting you close, and she wants it. Bad.
"Cum on me," she coaxes sweetly, the words barely audible over the slapping sounds. "I've been so bad, baby. You deserve to paint my body."
That's all it takes. That final little plea. Your eyes roll back, your hips snap forward and your cock explodes. Thick ropes over her body, the first reaching her thighs before you adjust your aim and finish across the plane of her belly. Soft curves take your load while she encourages you through soft, little pleasured mewls. You may have got some on her shorts, but you paint her stomach white before pulling up and jerking the final drops onto her chest.
"Mmmm, messy boy," Magenta laughs breathlessly as your cum drips down her curves. She lays there beneath you, her smile wide and wickedly innocent, one hand slowly running circles over the sticky mess on her tummy, smearing it across her skin.
After a few seconds of panting and trying to gather yourself, you climb off of her and sit back against the couch. She turns so her head rests in your lap, facing your spent and dripping length. Magenta teases you still by using her own fingertip to collect your seed and place it across her lips, then licking them clean while making sure you're watching. And fuck are you ever.
"So, about my room," she purrs, eyes twinkling mischievously up at you.
"What about it?"
"Well... It needs cleaning, and I was thinkingâ"
"No," you feign protest, knowing you've already agreed. "Just clean it yourself." Her negotiation will come next. You can see it on her lips. "I'm not doing it."
Magenta leans up and whispers, "But you might change your mind if you find out what's waiting for you beneath my shorts."
That damn purple thong, still visible at her waistband, calls you toward her like a beacon. "What's beneath your shorts?"
Her laugh is playful. A little shrug as her fingers toy at the hem of the garment in question. "Agree to clean my room and youâll find out."
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Lips
Jo Yuri, IVE Ahn Yujin, IVE Jang Wonyoung, & Male Reader
a/n: idk blame frisky :nolookk:
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You struggle against the makeshift shackles, your wrists taking on a light shade of red from the friction between the cloth restraints and the wooden armrests you're bound to. The top of the blindfold sips up your sweat, although it also distributes the salt over your eyelids as well.Â
The hand on your cock momentarily leaves you, soon replaced by a pair of lips on either side of your shaft. Two tongues work eagerly to lick each other with your dick in between, all the while hushed, breathy moans emanate from their respective owners. The left pair of lips peppers tiny kisses up and down your length, while the right goes lower to the base of your cock and sucks your balls.Â
You steady your breathing. Itâs unknowable how much time has passed, though you wish itâs been the agreed-upon ten minutes and the girls are just toying with you. You try remembering how you got into this situation, but the tongue dragging itself up the underside of your cock clouds your mind and renders you useless, save for your base instincts wanting what either of them are giving you.
A set of long, slender fingers wraps around your shaft again, diligently pumping slow and hard, while the left repositions to pay special attention to your tip. Her tongue pokes out and swirls around the head, slathering her spit all over the tip and dripping down the rest of your length, only to make the handjob below slicker.Â
âOppa,â Yuri says, gently caressing your blindfold, âare you doing okay?â
âMmh,â you say back, your loose makeshift gag failing at being a gag, but working wonders to help delay your orgasm. The flimsy cloth between your teeth steadily disintegrates each time you bite down, all the while you feel your knuckles turn white as you grip the wood harder in your palms.Â
âYou're doing great, Oppa, five more minutes.â Yuri's voice is like mad honey in your ears, dripping with a wild sweetness and venom that intoxicates but never kills. Two pairs of hands on your legs as the girls go back to worshipping your cock, coating your length in generous amounts of spit mixing together as they make out with you in between.Â
Your breaths come shallow and urgent and desperate, just like the hand pumping your cock. You wouldn't dare guess nowânot when you're so close to winning anyway.Â
âHands off, girls. Give him a second to breathe,â Yuri's voice calls from right next to your head. In less than a second, the pleasure stops, leaving only ghosts: lazily drying saliva on a now freezing, throbbing cock. You hear quiet smacks of lips against each other, or against the other's, no doubt licking up any stray drops of your precum to share between themselves.Â
âIf you wanted to make a guess, now would be the time,â Yuri finally muses after what felt like ages of drought. She says it in a way that coaxes out your bravery, though you know it's nothing but a trap. You have no way of knowing, no way of winning: wrong or right doesn't exist when Jo Yuri holds both in the palm of her hand.Â
â... Left?â Her question strikes a chord in your chest anyway, tossing a wrench in your initial plans of just toughing it out. The hand returns with a renewed fervor, offering a devoted blowjob to speed up your decision. She rubs her tongue all along your length hastily, forcing an orgasm and their decisive victory. You could almost feel the threads of your gag tear apart between your teeth, but she stops just in time, leaving you less than breathless and more than willing to just surrender right then and there. A second more of the torture would've sent you barreling over the edge, but Yuri must have known not to push you that far. The girl by your lap to the left stops, most probably under Yuri's command, and the moment of reprieve is golden.Â
â... Right?â Yuri's voice disappears as quickly as it arrives, and the girl on the other side of your lap takes your cock in up to her throat. She struggles with your length, caring more to take as much of you into her needy mouth as she can, rather than servicing you. Her blowjob is sloppy and careless, and the way her throat squeezes around your shaft is nothing short of heaven, though you know it's only an act to get you comfy enough to give up. Your orgasm nearly builds to its peak, but she stops again just in the nick of time, waved off again by Yuri's command.Â
âOppa, it's not fun if you don't guess⊠Hurry up,â she teases from behind you again. Her arms wrap around your chest while you feel her daintily pulling at your gag, taking it off. âWe won't bite even if you get it wrong, I promiseâŠâ
What happens next is like a thunderclap right before an oncoming storm: a knock on the door followed by a muffled âMiss Jo, Miss Ahn, Miss Jang, please get ready to come to the main event area. We'll fetch you shortly.â And your suspicion is confirmed: Yuri kept you here for an hour.Â
âEhehe, oops. Sorry Oppa,â she giggles, tugging your gag away. You notice the shuffling of feet around you, no doubt the other two getting up off the floor while giggling as quietly as they can. She attempts to take your blindfold off too, but not before you jump at the chance to guess:
âLeft⊠Wonyoung.â The world stops as you say it, and it's a good couple seconds before anyone can say anything else. The next line has no need to be said, but you take it anyway: âRight⊠Yujin.â
You know Yuri's sigh like the back of your hand; it's the one that she lets out while a quiet smile graces her lips. You hear it when you first kiss her neck at the start of a wild night, when you wrap your arm around her at the end before drifting to sleep, whenever she loses one of her little bets with you.Â
She walks over to your front, and a small thud on the carpet means she's knelt down. Unmistakable are her full, plump lips on your shaft, her tiny hands on your thighs. She takes you into her mouth herself, accepting defeat like it was destined from the start.Â
Your wrists are set free at the same time, and your blindfold is finally pulled off. What greets you first is not the dim light of the green room, not the sweet scents of Wonyoung to your left and Yujin to your right. What draws your attention is Yuri, on her knees, in her pretty white dress that shows off her cleavage like no other, taking your cock like she always does, and a little more: shameless, needy, and, this time, proud.
âUnnie, howâd he know?â Wonyoung asks with a naĂŻve sort of innocence, like she didn't just take part in Yuri's little game. She places a hand on your chest from behind, feeling your heart beat out of your chest as the girl of your dreams sucks you off.Â
âLucky guess, probably,â Yujin answers, knowing Yuri would do anything to not be interrupted from sucking off her either smart or lucky, or both, boyfriend. Yujin drapes an arm around your chest, wrapping you in a hug, as the three of you watch their beloved unnie work her magic.Â
All at once, the pressure peaks, your dam breaks, and Yuri knows it all: the two girls hold you back from pushing Yuri off, while she takes you into her throat as far as she can. Her throat squeezes and constricts in all the best ways, like the two of you know you were made for each other. She hollows out her cheeks, waiting impatiently, and her little game finally pays off.Â
Your cum shoots out into her throat in generous spurts, and she takes it all; you relish in how her throat clenches around your cock, almost like she does it on purpose. Her tongue works to rub the underside of your cock wherever she can reach, all the while her head bobs up and down while she keeps sucking like itâs the one thing keeping her alive. You swear youâll never find a girl like her ever again, and with how she shoots a look up to you, that signature mischievous look in her eye, you know the feeling is mutual.Â
She takes each spurt like a champ, helping you through your release. Each load makes its way down her throat as the rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck takes over your ears. She takes up every thought in your head, every emotion in your heart; youâre the one forcing your cock down her sinful throat yet sheâs the one pulling your strings, as well as those of the two sultry vixens on either side of you. She winks a dangerous wink, and Yujin takes your lips with hers, with Wonyoung following with a trail of kisses along the vein in your neck.Â
Once itâs all over and your orgasm dies down, Yuri returns you your peace: she pulls herself off without much issue, though she reaches for a nearby water to help everything down. Her smile never leaves her, and she watches for just a second how her dongsaengs shower you with her secondhand love.
âAlright, leave him alone. We gotta go,â she commands one last time, and Yujin practically tears herself off your face without so much as a hint of regret. Wonyoung is slower to detach, missing the way you twitched against her lips, all the while building excitement for whatâs to come.Â
âSee you later, Oppa,â Wonyoung waves as she makes her way over to the door. She eyes Yujin still face to face with you, and Yujin comes back in for the last bit of tongue she can steal before joining Wonyoung at the door. âI hope you saved some for us, Oppa,â she taunts, and Yuri hands her her lipstick. The two leave together as if nothing happened in the green room, and if you really think about it, did anything happen in the green room?
Yuri finally comes over to you and sits on your lap, taking care not to stimulate you any further than she needs to. âYou held out for ten minutesââ âAn hour,â you interject, and she giggles as if it absolves her of not holding up her end of the deal.Â
âFor an hour, but you know I love you, right? And donât tell me it wasnât good.â Yuri wraps her arms around your neck and leans on your shoulder, taking comfort as if taking her time and taking your cum wasnât enough. âAnd, letâs see⊠You guessed right. How did you know?â
âI⊠didnât? How could I know? Besides, you wouldâve cheated and told me I was wrong anyway.â
âMm, sure, whatever you say,â she says as she plants a loving kiss on your cheek.Â
âWait⊠was I right?â
The same muffled voice from outside interrupts again, âMiss Jo, please come to the main area now, we canât afford to wait any longer.â She shoots you a playful look, âIâll tell you everything later, Oppa, I promise.â She hops off your lap and leaves for the stage as well, and youâre left with nothing but makeshift rags, an empty green room, and a promise for the foursome of a lifetime.
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Basketball Captain!Toji
Detroit Pistons: reaching for the ball
Warnings: 18+ minors and ageless blogs dni, bts of a modern au!smau (part 2 of Toji's series), can be read as a standalone but makes most sense with the context, cursing, mentions of blood and violence, general stupidity at a party, just one long foreplay really, not proofread
You really shouldnât be here.Â
Not a party full stop, not trying to enact petty revenge against your shitty ex, and certainly not with Toji Fushiguro, captain of the basketball team, and resident fuckboy.Â
Heâs taken you by surprise at every given turn. You hadnât expected him to ask for your number from his friend, you hadnïżœïżœïżœt expected him to reach out just to complain about his placement on the List of the hottest men on campus, and especially did not expect him to let you into the gym just because it was raining, though he did shrug off your incredulous look with a nonchalantly delivered jab.Â
âYâ were ruining my view with yâr ugly crying face.â
And somehow, you had let him convince you to use him to make your ex jealous, to show him what he was missing out on.Â
Now you, the girl who never drank, never wore short skirts, never stayed out too late, followed every rule to the letter, is now sitting firmly on Tojiâs lap, slotting in perfectly like a puzzle piece, at a frat party.Â
Itâs like youâve somehow ended up in an alternate universe or woke up in someone elseâs body. Maybe youâre in a dream. Except the searing brand of a heavy hand on your bare thigh is disproving any of those theories.Â
âYou enjoying yourself?â His voice is low and gruff, you feel it vibrate against your body, lulling you into a sense of comfort. The rough denim of his jeans is warming your skin, his solid chest keeps you grounded, and his thick arms have you all wrapped up, balanced securely and protected from the night air.
You nod, head buried in the crook of his neck. Once in a while you inhale his musky aftershave, relishing in that freshly showered scent he always had. âMy sources say Gojo throws a party at least once a week.â
âGuy likes to party,â is all he says.
There have been flashes of his white hair around the large house, disappearing among the crowds and into different rooms. He had greeted you when you first walked into the garden to make your way to Toji with a beer in hand like your partner in crime had instructed you.Â
Gojo was nice, very friendly, a little loud, but you knew that already. As the writer for the gossip column, you know every thing there was to know about everyone worth knowing. Which is ironic since youâre nobody and you knew none of these people personally. But the frat president knew you. He had greeted you like you were long time friends and pulled you into a tight hug.
âHey, look who it is! My favourite person in the world.â He slung an arm over your shoulders and cheered with everyone else, seemingly oblivious to the heat rising on your face. âThanks again for putting me top of the List. Nice to know people have taste.â
And then Toji was grumbling and wrestling you out of the rowdy guyâs grip to a quieter part of the house. He told you to explore the place, get familiar, freshen up your makeup âor whatever else chicks needâ, and to text him if you find your ex first.Â
Now, here you are, making yourself comfortable on his thighs, goosebumps rising along your skin at the feel of his long fingers creeping up your leg and just teasing the hem of your ridiculously short skirt.Â
Some people would come over, once in a while, to talk to Toji. Theyâd say hi to you but they were mostly interested in knowing how the captain feels about the upcoming games. A few girls would stumble over, giggling and twirling their hair but they leave pretty quickly once they see Tojiâs eyes fixated on you.Â
You have got to give him credit; heâs totally committed to the bit.
Perhaps a little too committed with how heâd frequently whisper right in your ear, warm breath trickling your neck.Â
âYou look damn good tonight, ma.â
The way he says it, the low groan that he teases you with, makes you press your thighs together. Itâs a completely inappropriate reaction; you really should not be feeling tingly from his flirtations. He doesnât mean them. Toji is just playing the part, trying to goad your ex into a fight so he can âruin the vibeâ at Gojoâs party.Â
Because, for whatever reason, Toji had beef with the man that seemed completely one-sided, if the hug the frat president tried to throw to the basketball captain was anything to go by.Â
You stutter out a âthanksâ and ignore the heat rising to your cheeks.Â
Toji huffs a laugh, tightening his hold on you before he leans back in the patio chair, taking you with him so youâre resting on him. Your skirtâs definitely ridden up your ass by now, but his large hand wraps around the flesh there like second nature.Â
Despite the chill in the garden, youâre content in his arms. The man runs hot.
Itâs easy to get lost in his body; the man is built like a Greek god, all muscle and strength, carved straight from marble. And itâs precisely because heâs so firm and hard beneath you, that you forget your ex is just a couple metres away, leaning against a brick wall with a red cup in hand, glaring at you two.Â
âDunno why Gojo let that guy into the frat when heâs so fucking ugly,â Toji grumbles.Â
You laugh.Â
Once upon a time, you thought you were lucky to be with him. That he was the catch and you were punching up; he certainly made you feel that way. Always reminding you that he could have any girl on campus, that the barista at your local coffee shop had given him her number with a smiley face, and that as a member of one of the most influential fraternities in the country, he could have any job he wanted.Â
But as you throw a glance at him, you realise all of that was false bravado. A Napoleon Complex, most likely.Â
And not once, since Toji picked you up, have you felt less than. He compliments you so frequently, so spontaneously, and so earnestly you canât help but believe him.Â
âWhy do you hate Gojo, by the way?â
The captain glances down at you, a slow smirk emerging on his face and you gulp at the sight of that scar stretching. You want to know more about it, simply because youâre a journalist, itâs in your nature to be inquisitive, and definitely not because you want to trace the skin there whilst feeling his voice rumble through his body and into yours.Â
With a shrug, he lifts his beer to his lips, and admits, âDonât really hate the guy. Just wanna knock him down a peg or two.â
âI stalked Gojo for about two weeks just for a statement one time, yâknow.â You stare at the people hooting and hollering over a table of beer pong, watching their jumping bodies, so light, so free like there isnât a whole world of problems beyond the frat houseâs territory. âWhen I finally cornered him after his lecture, he laughed and said I didnât have to do all of that. I could have just texted him.â
Toji huffs an amused laugh. âThatâs whatâs annoying âbout the guy. Heâs nice. Real fucking nice. But â and this is off the record, doll â guyâs got problems. And yet heâs always smiling. Just pisses me off, sometimes.â
And to that you just nod. You get it. There are some people out there who just seem to have it all, and you resent them for it, but they never hold it against you, and you resent them even more.Â
âHow did you become friends with him anyways?â
âJust kinda happened.â
If you have to hazard a guess, youâd probably say it happened through the fact that they all run in the same circle. Big personalities like him and Gojo and Sukuna, are hard to miss. Theyâre the kind of people want to be around. Everyone knows Sukuna and Toji have been roommates since first year, allocated on a random basis at first, and they hit it off instantly, opting to room together since then.Â
With a sweep of the backyard, you enquire, âWhere is Sukuna?â
âSomewhere, Iâm sure. Guy doesnât really like parties, actually.â
You gasp. âBut my sources say he attends most of them.â
Toji places the bottle in your lap and you cradle it like itâs a treasure. He runs a hand through his hair and leans his head back with his eyes closed like heâs soaking up the moonâs rays. Earlier, you had told him you felt bad you were holding him back from enjoying his night, but he just patted your ass and said âitâs good to slow down, sometimes.â
âHe does, but I think guy just likes to know all the drama. Likes to cause them too, the prick.â
You poke his chest. âSounds like someone I know.â
He peeks at you with one eye, small grin on his lips.
âWeâre a match made in heaven, doll.â
The conversation fades and you just rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart and desperately trying to ignore the shiver that threatens to wrack up your spine with the graze of his thumb against that sliver of skin between your skirt and top.Â
Tojiâs holding you like heâs been holding you since the dawn of time. Thereâs no awkwardness, no uncomfortable shuffles to accommodate your weight, and he doesnât even look the least bit bothered that sometimes people will point and whisper at the star basketball player and some nobody cuddling up in the corner on a swinging bench.Â
You sense movement in the corner of your eye and spot a girl cozying up to your ex. He looks at you with a smug face.Â
âHow did you know my ex would care?â
You stifle a gasp from the sudden clench of his hand over your waist. It was forceful but gentle, invoking flashing images of him towering over you, wrangling you into position. He could easily bend you over and take what he wanted. Toji is big and muscular, yes, but heâs also an athlete. Thereâs no doubt in your mind that he has the stamina and endurance to go all night and not break a sweat.Â
Shaking your head slightly, you bring the beer to your lips absentmindedly, taking a swig that leaves you blanching. How anyone could drink this, youâd never know.Â
âNo guy wouldnât care that his ex moved on pretty quickly. Plus, insecure little shits like him need to think that they got the better end of the deal. He needs to know youâre all sad and stupid over him so he feels important.â
Wise words.Â
It surprises you slightly.Â
Of course, most students at Eden are smart â being one of the top universities in the world means having high standards. But no one would ever go to a frat-party attending jock for advice, much less dating advice, and expect insightful revelations. You feel guilty for underestimating Toji. Heâs actually pretty smart.Â
âLook, heâs got a girl on his arm and yet he keeps looking at you.â
Itâs true.Â
You can feel his leery gaze sweeping up and down your body, and it makes you want to throw up. So you shuffle closer to Toji, impossibly closer, and he lets you.Â
âYou look hot, doll. Just gotta own it, yeah?â His breath fans over you and it sets your skin ablaze. One hand rubs at your thigh, relishing in the soft, smooth skin and the other is gripping your hip. And beneath you, thereâs something youâve been giving your best shot constantly to pretend isnât there.Â
Toji Fushiguro is hard.Â
And big, by the feel of it.Â
You already knew that, of course. You get lots of anonymous tips through your âInsiderâs Lineâ, as you like to call it, voicing in exhilarated pants about recent escapades. Itâs a hotline anyone could call. Youâre the only person who has access to the voicemails that get left behind. And itâs never usually a tedious process to sift through the prank calls and the boring confessions to get to the juicy details about the ongoings on campus.Â
Many of those voicemails are to do with Toji. Whether that was about how he âso hotâ they could just âdie or, like, combustâ or variations of âoh my god, that dick is fire, for real.â
You are not a prude.Â
You have too much exposure to much more graphic descriptions of peopleâs adventures to be shy about sex, not to mention, youâre an adult. A virgin, but still an adult with friends who are not shy about their sex lives, to put it mildly. In fact, youâve got a certain art student friend who loves to rant all the ways sheâd like a certain vandal to âpaintâ her with his âartistic essence.â
Whatever that means.Â
And yet, despite all your pieces on the wildest, most inappropriate topics like âthe hottest sex position right nowâ and âis six inches really enough?â, you find yourself blushing at the realisation that the captain of the basketball team is sporting a boner that he doesnât care to hide.Â
You clear your throat and with a whisper, you say, âI hope Iâm not making youâŠuncomfortable.â
You wince at the awkward wording. What are you? A child?
Toji grunts.Â
âYou referring to my boner, ma?â When you nod embarrassed, he taps your thigh with two fingers. âItâs your fault so you gonna lend a hand or what?â
If he was anyone else, literally anyone else, youâd be outraged. No man should talk to a lady like that and insinuate that they have a responsibility over someone elseâs bodily reactions. Itâs backwards and uncouth!
ButâŠ
Toji Fushiguro is not anyone else.Â
You know heâs joking; he doesnât seem to have any qualms in making stupid jokes with you because he knows you write filthier things. Heâs tested your boundary many times in the past couple days and youâve grown accustomed to his humour.Â
And even if he isnât joking, you have no problems with taking the opportunity.Â
You shouldnât.
You just got broken up with the other day and itâs unwise to get personally involved with a person you write so frequently about. Bias must not be tolerated is your mantra.Â
Yet, your thighs are pressed tightly together, your nipples are poking through your top and you know he can see them, and if you were to slide a hand between your legs, youâd likely find wetness that is unbecoming of a lady.Â
Wait.Â
Among hundreds of voicemails, didnât you receive one about how a guys likes girls sitting on his lap so he could feel their pussy?
Can Toji feel your pussy clenching, moistening and fluttering on his thigh?
You tilt your head up with a panic and youâre aghast. Heâs already looking down at you with a challenging raise of his brow and a smirk playing on his lip. He knows what youâre thinking and he sees the question in your eyes.Â
Toji flexes his thigh in an answer, pressing it harder against you, and the friction is delectable. It leaves you reeling, hand clutching his chest for stability. His arms tighten around you, and heâs sitting up, no longer lazily lounging, but now drawing closer, muscles tense despite his calm expression. Green eyes flicker up and down your face, settling on your lips with a hunger you surely match. Youâre entranced. He smells clean and fresh with a hint of something burnt, a maturity you want to explore. His scent is filling your head, washing away the smell of cheap liquor and weed.Â
Then, a foghorn like whoop pierces the mist.Â
Some guy had climbed the balcony and is threatening to jump into the empty pool. Everyone crowds around, laughing and cheering.Â
The moment is lost between you and your new friend, but he doesnât let you up. In fact, he isnât even looking at the idiot â not like you are, thinking about piece you could write about party culture â but rather at his stupid roommate, who stands on the other balcony, leaning against the railing as he looks on at everyone in disgust.Â
Perhaps itâs the sheer fact that theyâve been friends for a while, and so he knows Sukunaâs inclination for inciting violence and general nonsensical behaviour for his own sick satisfaction, that makes Toji so damn sure this is his doing. Or maybe itâs the fact that he knows his roommate has developed a fascination with pushing a certain someoneâs buttons.Â
And when his phone pings and he receives a text from his pink-haired teammate, he knows itâs both.Â
If the fucker stains Gojoâs pool with his blood, you think heâll complain to the Prez?
Toji doesnât bother answering, he just pockets his phone again with a tsk. Heâs totally gonna hide the guyâs car keys in retaliation later for ruining his moment. He was so close to getting a taste of a certain gossip columnist and the opportunity was gone and excusing herself to go inside for a blanket.Â
When she disappears from sight, weaving through the crowd still egging the loser on, the captain groans into the sky, squeezing his throbbing cock to adjust it. Itâs gonna be a long night, he thinks, but then smiles to himself when he notices your dumbass ex still glaring with as much hate as the little guy can muster, and he knows he saw the whole thing.Â
Now, all he can think about is you returning as quickly as possible so he can pick up where he left off. Heâs gonna push all three of you as far as possible tonight: the ex will know heâll never be man enough for a woman like you and thatâs why he couldnât get you wet; youâll learn to let go, trust the pleasure and embrace it; and Toji?
Well, Tojiâs gonna learn that the quietest girls are usually the ones with the most to say.Â
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Oh my god I beg for some mean skz smut đđ
hmmmm ok but what are we thinking for the hyung line?
is it about meanie channie who snaps after you slut yourself out in the studio when staff was in there- along with the rest of 3racha who you know has a little crush on you hehe. he barely waits for them to walk out the door before shoving you towards the door, forcing you to lock it before shoving his cock into you while you're pushed up against the door- mind you with minimum prep because "You don't deserve it. after that shit." his cock is soooo much thicker like this!!!! >.< and he manages to make his thrusts prove his anger? hips smacking into yours so harshly that it feels like the soundproof door isn't enough to drown any sounds out
what about brat tamer minho who forces you to sit between his legs and watch him jerk himself off? you have a pretty little vibrator thats connect to your clit and your g-spot simultaneously, and he has the controls on his phone that rests in his free hand. he fucks with the controls so much... maybe even teasing u by drawing his full name- in english AND korean- before setting it to the highest setting and leaving it like that until you're cumming at least 3 times.
my sweet binnie who's only mean if you beg him to be or if you reaaaaally push his buttons- maybe throw in a dig or two about how theres another man out there thats better than he is (spoiler: theres literally negative of them). your punishment (reward) is always the same! one of those those sexy ass arms around your neck and squeezing as he fucks into you so roughly that your whole body is jumping forward, your moans cutting off from how aggressive he gives it to you!!!
ok but what about lover boy hyunjin who is actually one of the meanest doms you have ever seen, 99% of the time it being unprompted as well??? the first time you push him to get rough in bed, you're in for ittt~ he ties your wrists up and connects you to the hook in the ceiling, leaving just enough rope for you to be on your tippy toes (also the same hook he previously told you was for painting... yeah, my fucking ass) and speaking of asses, yours is sooo sore from the big handed smacks he leaves there >< he'll always stop if you want it, but otherwise he has no plans to until you submit to him completely <3
whats on the menu for the maknaes today?
definitely munch hannie who ties you up with the most random shit that works- any ties he has laying around, your panties, and sometimes he'll straight up rip his shoelaces out for it?? but it's all so that he can show off the shibari he secretly learned- the main one being a series of knots that tie your arms to a leg each, forcing you wide open for him all the while he eats. and what a messy fucking eater!!! your last 3 orgasms worth of cum dripping down his jaw as he nibbles at your sensitive spots <3
"angel boy" felix me thinks.. who makes you fuck yourself onto him in doggy, refusing to put any effort because he's the "angel" who deserves to be worshipped (yes but...) if you falter even slightly or move to his disliking, you're getting a series of mean smacks- ones that leave a pretty little heart shape in its wake from the pretty pink paddle he insisted on buying (OR HIS INITIALS IF HE GETS A CUSTOM PADDLE OMFFF)
ohhhh but owner seungmin who fucks your brains out with a pretty little collar around your neck <3 (maybe even one also with his initials engraved hehe) he tugs at it to fuck you back onto him, not even need a leash when he slides his finger through one of the loops. huffs and puffs about how tight you are while he actively works to make you tighter, from squeezing your legs together to overstimulating the hell out of you all the while he disallows himself to cum for as long as he can handle, all so when he finally busts theres so much and its all getting fucked right back into you
and god... toy fiend jeongin... the second you let him know you're ok with toys being brought into the bedroom, you're almost regretting everything!!! he's SO fucked up about it >:( he keeps one of those big hands around your throat while the other slides a vibrator as deep into you as it physically can go without causing you pain... and when you squirm around and your legs squeeze together, he's either digging his fingers into your thigh to push them apart or he's biting whatever he's closest to- your thighs, your calf, your shoulder, or (his favorite) your nipples <3
hnnnnng....
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THREE'S A CROWD...OR IS IT! â GOJO + GETO
SYNOPSIS...gojo and geto donât mind having a third, it adds to the fun of their relationship if you know what I mean
INFO...gojo x geto x fem!reader, poly(?), riding, anal, recording, fingers, squirting, reader is a complete horndog, praise, degradation, oral (m!receiving), double penetration, creampies, overstim, quite literally filthy just pure filth, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
âLook at how sheâs riding you, Suguru. Sheâs so fucking desperate to cum,â Gojo lets out a breathy laugh, gripping the flesh of your ass while you slam your hips down on Getoâs throbbing cock. Youâve lost count of how many times youâve came already, jumping back and forth between both of them. âCome on, pretty, arch your back more and work for it.â He lands a harsh slap against your ass, humming to himself as he watches the way your pussy creams around his boyfriendâs cock.
âSuch a greedy little thing arenât you,â Geto rasps, looking up at you with a lustful gaze. âPutting on such a showânnngh fuck.â He grits his teeth, your pussy milking his cock, fluttering around him. Heâs so deep inside you, it feels like your entire body is melting, completely on fire. No matter how tired you were, you just couldnât stop cumming.
âMmmph, fuck Iâm close! Yes, yes!â You whimper, biting down on your lower lip when you feel your orgasm building. The pressure becoming all too much to contain. âFuckkkk!â Your body shakes above him as clear liquid leaks from your sopping cunt, soaking your thighs.
Geto lifts you from his cock, holding onto your waist as he allows Satoru to rub his slender fingers along your leaky slit. With your legs still quivering, you find it hard to hold back your whimpers as both men laugh in your ears, so satisfied with the way you were permanently slutted out for them. Gojo coos, rubbing your swollen clit in circles as a means to tease you. âMore, more, please.â You grip onto Getoâs broad shoulders helpless, digging your nails into his skin. And when you feel his fingers slide into your aching hole, you let out the most lewd cry known to existence, both menâs cocks twitching greedily.
Getoâs large hands spread your ass, holding it open for Satoru as he fingers you tight pussy, creaming all over his fingers as he pushes up against your g-spot over and over at a rapid pace that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. âAwe, Satoru, I think you made her go stupid.â He huffs with a smile, grabs hold of your jaw and holding your face up like some trophy. âWhat a pretty dumb thing you are,â he whispers in your ear, his degrading yet praising words went straight to your pussy. âYou like being ours?â He pressed a wet kiss to your jaw as you nodded, eyes fluttering shut.
âYouâre gonna make me cum again!â You squealed, breathing heavily as your gripped onto Getoâs muscular arms. âOh my g-god!â Your entire body shivered with pleasure as you came around Satorus fingers, earning a warm giggle from him as he toyed with your soaked cunt. Before you knew you it, you went limp from the sheer amount of exhaustion, but god were still so turned on, still so hellbent on cumming more and more.
âTaste yourself on my fingers, baby. Come here.â He guided your head slightly upwards, grinning at the way you obediently stuck out your tongue and took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. You stared up at him hazy eyes, moaning around his finger until you let them go with a pop. âYouâre fucking dangerous,â he uttered under his breath. He reached his hand down, stroking his dick slowly from the base to the tip. âSpit on it for me.â You gathered all the spit you could, spit right onto his dick no matter how messy or sloppy it was. Gojo couldnât handle himself anymore, snatching you from Suguru and pushing you down onto the floor. âJoin us.â He looked at his raven haired boyfriend who had a smug look on his face.
Geto stood to his feet, grabbing his phone from off the nightstand to record the moment that was about to happen. He couldnât believe a pretty girl like you was so excited to suck two dicks at once. You were gleaming, a cheerful smile on your face as he hit record. âThatâs its, baby. Look up at the camera for me while you suck it.â You slapped Geto leaky tip on your tongue while still jerking off Gojo before switching sides and doing the same.
âSheâs such a fucking tease,â Gojo groaned as he grew impatient, leading him to grab a fistful of your air and shove his dick down your throat. Your eyes immediately went wide, gagging around his thick length while he fucked your face. âYour throat feels so fucking good. Fuck.â He tosses his back, sweet moans filling the room. Your eyes grew teary before he pulled you off of his cock, strings of saliva coating your lips while you gasped for air. âMessy fucking girl.â Satoru slapped his dick on your face.
With his hand still full of your hair, he guided your mouth to Getoâs pulsing cock, watching the way you eagerly stuck your tongue out as you took him down your throat. A soft groan left the manâs lips, clenching his jaw when you wrapped your hand around his base and bobbed your head up and down. âGood girl. Keep it up.â He hissed when he hit the back of your throat. You released him from your mouth, dragging your tongue down his veiny shaft, licking and sucking on his heavy balls while Gojo bucked his hips into your hands.
Your eyes veered over towards Gojo, smiling up at him before doing the exact same thing to him. You could tell he was more sensitive on his balls than Geto was, moaning louder when he felt your tongue on his balls, his eyes rolling into the back of his when you took one then in you mouth, gently sucking on it. âGod, youâre so slutty.â Even though his words may have been harsh towards others, he said it with the utmost lust and appreciation. His hands cupped your face as he bent down and kissed your lips, sloppily dragging his tongue over your bottom lip and sucking on your tongue.
He lifted you with ease, pushing you back onto the plush bed, your head falling into the messy comforter. All while Gojo was making out with your and trailing his hands over your body, Geto was setting up his phone on the nightstand, grabbing lube from the bedside drawer. You were completely unaware of what they wanted to do with you, but at this point there was no going back. âWe wanna try something with you.â Gojo kissed along your jaw, licking at the skin on your neck, ghosting his fingers over your cunt.
Gojo flipped you over to you were on top of him, kneading the plush flesh of your ass your rubbed your wet pussy up and down his shaft. A little yelped escaped from your lips when you felt a cold substance on your ass, looking back to see Geto, smirking down at you with a lube bottle in his hand. âIâve never done anal,â you said worriedly, but god the idea of it sounded so hot. Youâve always seen it in porn and always wondered how good it felt but you knew itâd take some time before the stinging stretch would dissipate.
âDonât worry, sweetheart.â His fingers massaged the lube around your rim, making sure to get it nice and wet. âWeâll take good care of you.â He rubbed the lube over his dick as well, biting down on his bottom lip as the mere thought of him and gojo fucking you at the same time. He couldnât wait to see turn into a complete mess before them.
âYeah,â Gojo smirked, âwe got you.â His hands cupped your ass, spreading it open wider for Geto as he rubbed his swollen tip against your hole. âYou can take it, right, baby?â Gojo landed a swift spank on your ass causing you to jolt.
âY-yeah, I can take it.â You nodded at both of the men, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fat head press against your ass. âOh my god!â You gasped, gripping onto the sheets below you. âFuck!â The stretch made you wince and you pulled away from Geto to get a small break.
âTake it nice and easy.â He rubbed his hand up and down your back as Gojo placed sweet kisses on your cheek. You could feel him push in again, feeling his head make it through. âAhh, shit,â he breathed, sucking in a breath.
âMmmph!â You bit down on your knuckles, feeling Geto add more lube to help slide in easier. Slowly you could feel every inch of his enter inside of you. The stretch hurt, but damn did it feel good. âNngh!â You cried, feeling Gojo grip onto you tighter until Geto was fully inside of you, resting for a minute. âYouâre inside. I can feel it so fucking deep!â
What you didnât expect was Gojo to lift your hips just high enough to where he could slide his cock inside of your pussy. With wide eyes you stared down at him, mouth agape as you inhaled deeply. They were both inside of you and without even moving, without even making you cum, your head was already spinning. You felt so full of them, succumbing to the feeling of how deep inside you they were.
And once they started moving, you let out the most wanton moans, falling forward on Gojoâs broad chest as Satoru thrusted his hips upward and Geto slammed his against your ass. You couldnât even form words to express the amount of bliss and ecstasy you were feeling coursing through your entire body. âPussy is so fucking wet. God, you feel so good. Yeah, take it like the slut you are,â Gojo grunted, harshly grabbing your ass before spanking it a few times.
Geto was mesmerized at the way you were taking both of their cocks, watching the way they slipped in and out of both of your holes while sat there and took it, body limp and staring in a fucked out haze like you were drunk on their cocks. And you were. You drunk, high, whatever it is, you were. âYou like it, baby? Hm? Speak to us, pretty girl. Let and me and Satoru hear those moans,â he huffed, gritting his teeth when he pressed deeper into you.
âI love it! I love it so fucking much!â You cried. âFeels so fucking good, so deep inside of me! Fuck, Iâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna cum! Iâmââ Your body began quivering as a deep guttural groan escaped your lips, the orgasm being so intense that your entire body felt like it froze up.
Gojo couldnât withstand the way your pussy was clenching around him, milking him effortlessly with each thrust. His thrusts grew sloppier and faster as he chased his orgasm, before thick ropes of cum painted your velvety walls. âGoddamn! Fuck me, baby.â He moaned, holding onto you tightly as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you, fucking you nonstop.
âKeep going! Keep going! I wanna cum again! Please!â You begged, the sloppy sounds of your squelching pussy and skin on skin bounced off the walls of the bedroom.
Getoâs hips trembled as reached the brink of his orgasm, powering through it as he came inside you, still slamming his hips deep inside until his cum was leaking out. âFuckkkk!â Geto let out an animalistic growl.
With all three of your sweaty bodies pressed together, and the mess of all of your cum mixed together, the filthy scene and thought only made you more turned on, more desperate. âDonât fucking stop. Oooh, Iâm gonna cum again. Iâm gonna cummmâahh!â You let out a scream of pleasure as your body quivered with such intensity, your orgasm taking over completely.
âYou take it so fucking well, baby.â Gojo murmured against your ear, panting heavily as he pounded his cock into you. âYou want us to cum inside you again, huh? Fill up your holes?â
âYes! Yes!â You cried, gasping for air. âOh my god!â Your eyes crossed and rolled back before Geto pushed your head down into the mattress. You bit onto the comforter, trying to suppress your moans but it was to no avail. Geto leaned down towards his boyfriend, pressing his lips to his as they sloppily made out while simultaneously pounding you. As if on cue, both of them could feel their orgasms approaching, swallowing each others moans. Before you knew it and they knew it, they were both cumming inside of you at the same time, breathy curses and moans shared between them.
For a minute they both stayed inside of you, all three of you trying to catch your breath before Geto pulled out first, looking down as he admired the way your hole was pulsating and his thick cum spilled out. Satoru did the same, pulling you off of his cock while his cum dropped down your folds and onto his balls. Your body felt weak, but you found the strength and roll off of Gojo and onto the bed where you were still trying to catch your breath.
Both of them cuddled beside you, pressing kisses to your jaw as they meekly smiled against your skin. âYou doing alright, sweetheart?â Geto asked, tracing his fingers down your abdomen.
âI just need to rest becauseâŠholy shit.â You breathlessly chuckled.
They laughed with you, sharing your exact same thought. âYou did amazing,â Gojo chimed in. âI canât r thank you enough.â He locks eyes with Geto. âWe canât thank you enough.â He pulls you for a kiss but this time is sweet and soft, not heated and sloppy like before.
Geto pulls your gaze his way, also kissing you, pressing his lips against yours longer. âI almost forgot.â He sits up and grabs his phone off the nightstand, ending the recording. âGood memory to keep.â He teases.
âShut up!â You shyly turn away from him as he was just pounding your ass just minutes ago.
âYou know I canât resist teasing you.â His lips curl into a smile.
âIs there anything we can do make it up to you for this?â Gojo asked, running his thumb over your bottom lip. âYou were such a good girl we have to repay you.â
You thought about it for a second, staring at the ceiling. âUm,â you paused, âa nice hot, bubble bath with candles and some good food. Like that after sex food that hits the spot.â You smile, sharing looks between both of them.
âAs you wish.â
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"you don't want me here? then why does your body say other wise?" jinx x fem piltover!reader - nsfw - minors dni
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for as long as you can remember, your family did everything in their power to keep you from venturing into the undercity. topside was where you belonged, no doubts about it. you were polite, kindhearted and far too soft for that kind of lifestyleâ or so you thought.
it wasnt until you met her, that your views changed. she showed you so much, taught things you never had the chance to know, all while being so incredibly...human?
did jinx use your piltover status against you? absolutely. when you first met, you could tell she hated you, just by seeing how you presented yourself. she made it her own personal mission to get as far under your skin as she possibly could.
"you really shouldn't be here jinx, my parents are sleeping downstairs..." you mutter as she pressed kisses along your neck, making sure she left bruises as she went. she ignored your plea, hands roaming under your shirt, making you shiver.
"then i guess you'll have to be quiet then, yeah?" she smiled deviously, hands tracing the underside of your breasts.
"jinx...im serious" you whined, voice low and slightly trembling. your parents would have both of your heads on a spike if they knew what was happening right now.
she slides herself off your hips and moves to dip her fingers into your pants, making you suck in a harsh breath of air. she smirks as her fingers trace over your underwear, relishing in the way you react to her touch.
"youre cute yknow? so sensitive..." she whispers, circling her finger around your clit through the fabric. you moan lowly, hips shifting as a silent plea for more, despite your better judgment. she seems to get the hint, and moves to slide your pants and underwear downâ her eyes fixated on your now soaking cunt. feeling rather exposed, you attempt to close your legs, but shes inbetween them, and her hands grip the soft flesh as soon as she feels you hesitate.
"s'funny baby...you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?"
she smirks as she runs her finger through your folds, bottom lip slipping between her teeth as she feels you soak her fingers. "practically dripping f'me" she purrs.
you whine as her fingers find your clit again, rubbing precisely where she knew would make you cry out.
"jinx.." you sigh, looking at her face to see a sinister smirk. she locks her eyes onto yours as she lowers her hand, easily slipping two fingers into you. you moan out, and before you can curse yourself her hand slaps over your mouth.
"shhh, youll wake em up, doll." she giggles, almost as if she didnt have her fingers deep inside of you. you whine against her hand as she thrusts her fingers in and out, curling them into that spot that makes your brain fuzzy. she can feel you getting close, with the way your practically dripping into her palm, and she decided she needed to make you cum, right here, right now.
her thrusts continue, the slick sound making your cheeks heat up as she works you closer to the edge. her chest is heaving softly, the sight of your like this always worked her up, not that she'd ever admit it.
"you close?" she whispers again, hand still over your mouth. you nod desperately, your sounds muffled by her palm. she picks up her pace, practically slamming her fingers into as you writhe beneath her. she groans quietly as she feels you tighten around her fingers like a vice grip, body stilling as you cum, hard.
she lets you ride it out, not stopping until your whine against her palm once more and your thighs are shaking. she removes her hand from your mouth and slams her lips onto yours, biting at your lower lip. your hands find her hips, and without warning, you flip her over so you are hovering over her form. her eyes widen at the sudden movement, a smirk growing on her lips.
"i think its only fair i get you back for that, yeah?" you lean down, face close to hers and you swear you feel her breath hitch in her lungs.
it was only fair, after all, she wanted you to cum? now its her turn.
"keep quiet, or i'll stop" you smirk as your fingers find the waist of her pants.
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I read your drew fic with the arrest and I loved it!! I was wondering if reader was preforming bed chem outro instead of the back up singer itâs Drew and they get a little to carried away in front of the crowd. If That makes senseđ
bed chem ⯠DREW STARKEY
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summary drew coming on stage at the very end of your song and you both get lost in the moment for a second in front of fans.
warning(s) mentions of intimate positions, kissing, touching.
Earlier in the show, you arrested Drew, your boyfriend, for being too hotâ everyone in the arena went crazy seeing him. What they aren't expecting to Drew making a second appearance.
At the very end of bed chem one of your backup dancers will come into frame holding a camera on his shoulder, and when the curtain closes you pretend to do intimate things then the stage lights go off.
Prior to the show you asked Drew if he would be okay to go thisâ he agreed. Making sure he's comfortable was your first priority. He talked about different ways coming on stage that were so funny.
You start singing the final chorus of bed chem on your knees, legs wide out and free hand in front of you as you lean forward. The curtain signal is about to close. From the corner of your vision, you can see Drew approaching with the camera on his shoulder, dressed in dark pants and a white tank topâfans immediately began to cheer as he entered the frame.
He looked so good you couldn't control the redness of your cheeks spreading like a teenager seeing their crush.
To make the moment better, you sway your body around on the bed, allowing yourself to relax. Drew is looking at you with a smile on his face as he gets closer to the edge of the bed.
Motioning him to get closerâ he lifts one leg on the bed as the curtain makes its way around the bed. Slowly setting down the camera on the edge of the bed.
You moved closer to Drew, pressing your bodies together in a false display of intimacy. Drew played along well, massaging your sides as he drew you closer. The crowd's cheers intensified, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch.
You leaned in and kissed Drew deeply, as the curtain began to close behind you. The kiss was supposed to be a tease, a staged performance for the spectators, but you found yourself becoming lost in it.
Drew's hands crept up to cradle your face, his touch soft yet forceful. You forgot about the crowd, the cameras, and everything. It was just you and Drew, completely lost in each other.
Your hands drag down his bare chest, and he leaps forward into you at the gentleness of your touch, sending lightning down your body.Â
Once the lights turn off you both pull away from each other. Everything in your body right now is all over the place you think you are gonna explode. You are breathing heavily.
"You always know how to put on a show," he said quietly, his voice hoarse.
You giggled softly, your fingertips tracing the contour of his jawline. "And you always know how to make it unforgettable."
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If you have the time, do you think you can do a sharing a bed prompt âwarming their hands by slipping them up the otherâs shirt and onto their back/stomachâ or âlovingly tracing the otherâs scarsâ? With f!reader and Im fine with any ship since I like all of them. Have a great day đ.
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Sirius Black x fem!reader who takes Sirius to a winter cabin [732 words]
CW: celebrating Christmas, Sirius pretending to be disgruntled even though there's literally no place he'd rather be (other than the Maldives, perhaps)
âYou know we could be in the Maldives right now, right?â Sirius drawls from his place stretched out on the luxurious queen sized bed adorned with a copious amount of bedding and faux fur throw blankets. âWearing far less clothes and not needing to risk splinters every hour just to stay warm.âÂ
You smirk as you watch the log you just added to the fire catch; sparkles crackling and shooting from the bark as you close the windowed door to the woodstove.Â
âThis is romantic, though.â You argue, hanging the fire poker back up and turning to face Sirius. His long sleeved sleep shirt was so thin and tight that you could make out every curve of his upper body; pyjama pants hanging sinfully low on his waist as he laid watching you, head propped up by his fist and his legs crossed casually at the ankle.Â
You thought, then, that Sirius Black - with his inky black curls falling nearly to his shoulders, his fair skin decorated by high contrasting black ink, clad in his comfies and surrounded by fur blankets, the numerous windows of the tiny cabin giving you a perfect view of the snow covered mountains surrounding you - had never looked more beautiful.Â
âYou know what else is romantic?â He asks with an arched brow, feigning insolence even as his eyes track the way that the hem of his thick jumper you were wearing rose slightly higher along your bare thighs as you made to crawl back into the bed. âBeing served drinks that are equal parts sugar and rum whilst laying under a cabana and insisting that my sunburn is going to fade into a tan even though both of us know it isnât true.âÂ
âYou know whatâs not romantic?â You murmur as you settle into the bed, slotting your bodies together as Sirius pulls one of the thick furry throws over the two of you. âListening to you yelp when you feel a little bottom feeder fish nudging your toes and claiming that the barracudas are after you again.â
âI thought you said you loved the sound of my voice?â He asks accusatively.Â
âNor is peeling said burn off your back like layers of a very pink onion.â You continue, pressing a kiss to his down turn lips as he narrows his eyes at you.Â
âYouâre very mean to me.â He pouts, though he readily accepts your kisses.Â
âAm I?â You murmur into his cheek as you move to trail kisses along his jaw; a content sigh escaping your boyfriend as he closes his eyes and melts into the bed. âI only wanted a white Christmas.â You pout as you pull away, batting your eyelashes at Sirius as he cracks one eye open to cut you a look.
âAnd a white Christmas my girl got, hm?â He responds before wrapping his arms around your middle and rolling over, eliciting a squeal from you as he settles you atop of him chest to chest. âWhat does that make me?â
âThe best.â You agree readily, pressing another kiss to his lips, smiling at the appreciative hum that earned you. The moment was ruined, however, when his icy cold hands wormed their way under the hem of your stolen jumper to settle on your lower back. âI take it back; I take it back, youâre the worst!â
âThe worst?â Sirius hums casually, strengthening his hold on you ever so slightly as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. âBut I sacrificed sandy beaches and tropical drinks and swimming with dolphins for you. Seems only fair you warm up my hands.â
âYou need to see a doctor.â You grumble as you relent to being used as his personal furnace. âYou must have circulatory issues.âÂ
âOr my beautiful darling girl has sequestered me in a tiny wood-heated cabin in the height of winter.â
You lift your head to rest your chin on Siriusâ chest; cataloguing all the ways in which his face was at complete odds with his voice. The soft upturn of his lips, the slow, relaxed blinks as his eyes flickered across your features in much the same way yours were flickering across his.Â
âIâm beautiful and darling, hm?âÂ
âThe beautifullest and darlingest.â He confirms readily, and you can't help but smile at him; he canât help but smile right back.Â
âHappy Christmas, Siri.âÂ
âIt really, really is.â He agrees.
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could be -jack hughes-
summary: y/n and jack are as inseparable as real best friends should be. so much so that even though they're not dating, she is considered a 'wag' anyway
word count: 4.6k
pairing: jack hughes x reader
notes: jack is just precious and so wholesome istg.
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growing up, jack was always taught to treat women with respect. he was also told that he should pay special attention to the girl in his life that meant the world to him.
and that's what he did with y/n. she was his best friend & had been since the 6th grade. ever since they met, they were completely inseparable.
even when jack went straight from high school to being a professional hockey player, y/n went with him. she figured she could take a gap year then enroll in school in jersey once she found one that was right for her.
it was obvious to everyone that their close friendship bordered on a real relationship but nobody could be bothered to bring it up. especially not when they saw how much they both cared about the friendship and would do nothing to jeopardize it.
jack's rookie season in the nhl was not as great as he expected it to be. he lost more games than he could count and felt like he wasn't living up to his full potential. but he was reminded every night when he came home that no matter how bad he played, he would always have his favorite girl cheering him on.
and given how close they were, most people had a feeling that something or someone would come along and cause a rift in their friendship. and when jack got his first girlfriend since going pro, they were all proven wrong. turns out that the girlfriend didn't like how close he and y/n had been and she gave him an ultimatum. of course he chose y/n, leading people to believe that there was definitely something going on between the pair.
and no matter how many times people put that idea out there, they always shut the thought down and insisted they were always going to be just friends.
but those closest to them knew that was most certainly not true.
everything they did was something an average couple would do. they could deny it all they wanted but it was clear they were destined to be together.
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"hey, y/n. are you coming to the game tonight?"
"do you want me to come?"
"always." jack smiled, but immediately became concerned when she didn't smile back. "of course i want you there. do you think i don't?"
"i was just messing with you, jack. of course i'll be there."
"okay good." he kissed the top of her head and smiled. "you almost gave me a heart attack. i can't play without you there."
"no need to worry, darling. i've never intentionally missed a game since the second half of your rookie season and i'm not going to start now."
"i know. i don't know why i thought you weren't coming tonight though."
"you'd miss me too much if i wasn't there." y/n smirked.
"you know me too well." jack chuckled and grabbed his gear. "i'm late for practice. but i'll for sure see you later tonight, right?"
"absolutely. wouldn't miss it." y/n walked with jack to the door. he looked at her bracelet and smiled.
"you're gonna need a whole new bracelet if we win tonight."
"you mean after you win tonight?" y/n smiled and moved the bracelet around. "who picks out the charm this time?"
"i believe it's jesper's turn again."
"oh, sweet. i love the charms he picks."
"what about mine?"
"i love them even more than jesper's. you know that."
"yeah, i know." jack smiled again and grabbed his keys. "alright. see you in a few hours."
"bye." y/n shut the door and examined her bracelet again. jack had bought it for her after he scored his first career goal and told her that every time his team won, he would buy her another charm because he considered her to be his personal good luck charm. after the 10th win, his teammates started taking turns picking out the charms, as they not only believed that y/n was jack's good luck charm, but theirs as well. they never lost when she attended a game so the belief stuck.
a few hours later, y/n grabbed her jack hughes jersey, put on her black jeans and slipped on her red converse. she threw her hair up in a messy bun and didn't bother with any makeup since she never really wore it much anyway.
before she got in the car, she sent a text to both jack and luke, wishing them good luck on the game. luke's reply was just a thumbs up while jack's reply was an entire paragraph. y/n left it open and drove to the arena. when she arrived, she put her phone in her purse, completely forgetting to respond to jack's text.
in the locker room, luke was finishing adjusting his skates when jack sat next to him.
"y/n left me on read, luke. do you think she's okay? what if something happened to her on the way here?"
"i'm sure she's fine. she's the most careful driver i know." he finished lacing the right skate and pulled the left one tighter. "have you tried calling?"
"no. we never call before games. it's a rule."
"you might have to break a rule every now and then."
"okay, fine." jack pulled his phone out and quickly dialed y/n's number. it went to voicemail and jack sighed. "right to voicemail, luke. this is not good."
"relax, jack. she probably just turned her phone to do not disturb so she could focus entirely on the game tonight."
"okay. maybe you're right." jack stood up. "thanks, bro."
"no problem." luke chuckled. "you gotta learn to never doubt me."
"yeah, yeah. whatever." jack rolled his eyes and grabbed his stick. "we got a game to win."
as the boys came out onto the ice, y/n's gaze immediately landed on jack. he looked at her and smiled, thankful that nothing happened to her on the way to the game. he skated around and that's when the thought hit him.
she didn't respond to his pre-game text like she normally did.
the game went on like it normally would, but with jack distracted, he wasn't playing his best. y/n watched as jack took a hit at the end of 1st period. it never should've happened and she was beginning to worry.
she pulled out her phone and went to send him a text, knowing he was gonna check his phone during the break. and that's when she realized she never replied to the paragraph he sent before the game. she felt guilty, as if she was the reason jack was having a bad game.
she typed as fast as her fingers could go, rattling off an extra long apology text, hoping it would make up for earlier.
and when jack was back out on the ice for the second period, he seemed to be playing a lot better than before. the text seemed to have worked.
halfway through the last period, the devils were up by 2. as jack scored, he turned to look at y/n. when he saw her, he smiled.
he was distracted and the other team knew it. so they took this opportunity to slam him in the boards as hard as possible, taking jack out for the last 10 minutes of the game.
as the ref escorted jack off the ice, y/n hurried out of her seat and down to the tunnel. she rushed to the medic's office and watched as he did his routine checkup on jack. when he was finished, he turned to y/n.
"take good care of this one. he's showing signs of a possible concussion and he may be out for a game or two. we have to make sure he'll be okay."
"don't worry. i'll make sure he's fine." y/n smiled as the medic walked out of the room.
"that was a terrible game." jack shook his head slowly. "i screwed up."
"no you didn't, jack. you played great." y/n squeezed his shoulder softly and smiled.
"you and i both know i didn't. i was a mess in the first half of the game and-"
"i know. it was my fault. i should've answered your text."
"what? no. that's not why i wasn't focused. okay well maybe a bit. but i wasn't mad. i was scared. the last text i got from you before the game was that you were on your way here. and when you didn't reply to my text, i thought something bad happened to you. i wouldn't know what to do without you."
"don't worry. i'm right here."
"good." jack looked up at her and smiled. neither of them knew why they began to lean in but when their lips were about to touch, luke walked into the room, causing them both to jump apart. luckily luke didn't see anything.
"hey. we won the game but i wanted to come see you. how are you doing?"
"i'm alright. might have a concussion and may have to sit out for a game or two. but i'm fine."
"do you need me to stay tonight and keep an eye on you?"
"no thanks, luke. i appreciate the offer but y/n is gonna be there. she lives with me, remember?"
"right. are you sure there's not another reason she's living with you? like, say, maybe you guys are more than friends?" luke raised his eyebrow.
"oh yeah. i sleep with jack every night and he's sooo good. and oh my god. the size is just-" y/n smirked when luke interrupted her.
"i was kidding. i really didn't need to know any details. gross." he shook his head and left the room. jack couldn't help ut laugh at his brothers reaction.
"you know he's gonna tell the rest of the team, right?"
"let them believe what they want. only we know the truth." she winked at him and grabbed his stuff. "now let's get going. i hear my bed calling me."
"you're so dramatic." he chuckled and followed his best friend out to her car. "it's a good thing i got a ride here with luke this morning."
"yes it is. now you can be my little passenger princess this time, instead of the other way around."
"ha. ha. very funny."
"i know i am." y/n smiled and started driving back to their apartment. "how's the head feeling?"
"little rough. but i'll be fine, i promise. you don't need to worry." jack reached over the center console and squeezed her leg gently.
"i always worry about you." y/n kept her eyes on the road but when jack moved his hand, she felt like her leg was on fire.
"i know. and i appreciate it. a lot." jack smiled and got out of the car when she parked. he hurried over to her door and opened it for her.
"thanks, jack. but i could've done that on my own."
"i'm showing my appreciation."
"jack, there are other ways to show your appreciation." y/n smiled and walked to their door. jack was frozen in his spot as he watched her walk inside. before the door shut, he rushed in behind her.
"hold up. just wait a second." he sat down on the couch and looked at y/n. "what other ways can i show my appreciation?"
"by getting me a new charm for my bracelet since your team won." y/n smirked. "did you think i meant something else?"
"what? no. of course not." jack shook his head rapidly, causing y/n to continue smirking.
"oh my gosh. you totally did!"
"well, i kinda thought that we could talk about what almost happened back in the medic's office before luke walked in."
"jack, it was a slip up. heat of the moment situation. it never should've happened."
"it didn't happen. but i agree. heat of the moment." jack sighed and looked at her. "you're my best friend and i love you. but what didn't happen is not going to change us, right?"
"of course not." y/n smiled and headed to her room. jack watched her close the door and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.
it was going to change everything.
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over the course of the next few weeks, the dynamic between y/n and jack had shifted. everyone noticed immediately but it took jack and y/n a little longer to catch on.
it wasn't drastic enough where y/n felt like she had to move out. but she no longer felt like jack wanted to spend every minute with her like he normally had in the past.
his attitude changed and he slowly became less of the happy guy he always was, and more of a moody one instead. he was getting into fights more often than not & he was bringing girls home with him almost every night.
he would ignore y/n when she would greet him and each time he did, y/n felt like he was chipping away a piece of her heart. it was starting to become an issue for her and she didn't know what to do.
until an 'angel' knocked on the apartment door one afternoon.
y/n was home alone, getting ready for the last regular season game, when she heard the knock. she got up and looked through the peephole.
"nico? what are you doing here? shouldn't you be at the arena practicing for the big game?"
"i should be. but i think we need to talk."
"what about?" she held the door and looked at her friend. "what's going on? is everything okay?"
"with me? yeah. with jack? no."
"what do you mean?"
"you've noticed the changes recently, yes?"
"of course. i notice a lot." she shook her head. "what about his changes?"
"it's messing with his playing."
"meaning?"
"he used to be the best player on the team but for the last 4 weeks, he's been different. his points haven't gone up and his skill level has declined. he still ranks fairly high in the league but it's nowhere near where he deserves to be." he sighed. "i need to know what happened between you guys."
"why do you assume something happened?"
"because i know you guys better than you think i do. and the dynamic between you has shifted since he got the concussion a month ago. so what happened? did jack say something to upset you, or vice versa?"
"no. at least, i don't think so. and to be honest, i have no idea what really happened. the night he got the concussion, we came home and things were fine. but when i woke up the next morning, it was like the jack hughes i know and love was replaced by someone else."
"so jack is the only one to know why he's been acting so weird?"
"i guess so." y/n looked at her phone. "you should get going. the team's gonna need their captain before the game."
"yeah, you're right." he went to walk away but stopped. "are you coming to the game?"
"yeah. i'll be there. there's just something i need to do first. see you later." she shut the door slowly and walked into jack's room. it looked pretty much like it always did. it was a little bit messier than normal but that's how jack tended to keep it.
as she was about to walk out, she saw a gift on the floor by his bed. there was a tag attached to it that had her name printed neatly on it in jack's handwriting. she picked it up and took it with her to the car. she needed an explanation and was determined to get one, even if jack didn't want to give it to her.
when she parked at the arena, she climbed out of her car and ran inside quickly. there was still a little while before the game started but the fans were already filing into their seats. the team was skating around the ice doing their warm ups but jack was nowhere to be found. and neither was nico.
y/n was about to send nico a text, telling him she had arrived, but when she looked up, jack and nico were skating onto the ice. nico waved when he noticed her but jack hadn't seen her yet so she would have to wait to talk to him.
the first half of the game was brutal for the devils. they were down by 3 at the end of the second period, not having scored a single goal yet, and they were looking at a complete shutout,
y/n watched the team skate off the ice and sent a text to nico, letting him know she was on her way down to the locker rom to talk to jack. she couldn't wait another second.
as she got to the room, the rest of the team was walking out slowly. nico was last and he stopped her.
"um, just a heads up but he's not in a great mood and he's blaming himself for what's happened so far in the game. hopefully you can work your magic on him like you always do."
"yeah, hopefully. good luck out there." she smiled and stood in the doorway to the locker room. jack was pacing back and forth with his head down so he didn't notice her and he was mumbling to himself. she knocked lightly on the door to get his attention. "jack?"
"huh?" his head shot up and they made eye contact. "w-what are you doing here?"
"i came to see my best friend play kick some ass and make it to the playoffs tonight."
"that's not gonna happen so you can go home if you want. i don't want to disappoint you when we lose."
"you're not going to lose, jack." she took a step into the room and the air felt thick.
"we haven't scored once this game and there's 20 minutes left. i highly doubt we're coming back from this." he shook his head. "and it's all my fault."
"no it's not. it's a team game, jack. it doesn't depend on just one person. you know that."
"if i hadn't played so badly this last month, we'd already be guaranteed a playoff spot. but this game is the make or break one."
"what's gotten into you? where's the best friend who is always full of spirit and determination? the one who never wants to give up, no matter how hard a task may be?"
"he's a total mess who can't get his shit together. he's lost hope for a lot of things in his life and he doesn't know how to get back to his normal self again."
"when did things change?" y/n took a seat beside him on the bench. "was it before or after the concussion?"
"the same night." he sighed. "i felt the change after we got home."
"was it something i did that maybe upset you?" y/n looked at him but he didn't answer. "jack, please talk to me. i want to help you in anyway that i can."
"do you really think that our almost kiss was just a slip up? a heat of the moment thing?"
"what?"
"just tell me the truth, please?"
"i've known you since the 6th grade and not once did i ever think about kissing you. you've been my best friend since i met you so yeah. it was a heat of the moment thing." y/n looked up to find jack staring at her.
"i feel the same way. or at least i thought i did." he sighed. "i had never thought about kissing you before and have had no romantic feelings towards you since we became friends. but that night, when you didn't answer my pre-game text, i was scared something happened to you. and you already know that. but as i was freaking out, i started thinking about why i was reacting that way. i realized that i never wanted to experience life without you. and then when i saw you and saw that you were alright, my heart nearly exploded with happiness. i thought i lost you but you were there, in front of me, and these brand new feelings became overwhelming for me." jack took another breath. "that night when you told me it was a slip up, it hit me that you didn't feel the same way about me. so i started giving you space because it felt like what was best and i realize now that it was a mistake to do that. because without you by my side, i fell apart real fast. i screwed up by almost kissing you and if it was possible, i would turn back time and stop myself. i never intended for things to end up this way. and i am so sorry i disappointed you."
"you could never disappoint me, jack. you're my favorite person in the entire world. and yes, i thought it was a slip up that night because i had never thought about kissing you before. but when you were giving me that 'space', it gave me time to think about what almost happened and i have come to the realization that it wasn't a heat of the moment situation. i realized that i can't live my life without you. truthfully, i love you jack. i never really thought about it before but now i know."
"so all that space was a dumb idea, huh?"
"of course, dummy. but maybe things can be different now. we can get back to how things were before the concussion." y/n took his hand. "but with an added bonus of love."
"that sounds like a good idea." he went to kiss her but she stopped him.
"wait. i almost forgot the main reason i cam back here."
"what's that?"
"i found this in your room." she pulled the gift out from her purse and handed it to him. he turned it around in his hands and smiled. "what is it?"
"as ridiculous as this might sound, it's a book." he let out a chuckle.
"a book?"
"yeah. but not just any book." he smiled. "this book is special and i was intending to give it to you for your birthday but i didn't know if things would be back to normal or not." he looked up at her. "go ahead. open it."
y/n carefully unwrapped the book and stared at the cover. a little cartoon version of herself with jack stared up at her with the title my best friend written in shiny silver letters. she flipped through the book and smiled with every page she read. it was a story book of her life, before and after she met jack. it was illustrated so perfectly and each hidden detail throughout the book made her eyes water. "jack , i love this so much."
"i figured you would. but i'm glad you do." he looked at her. "did you see what was taped to the back cover?"
"no." she flipped to the back cover and taped to the inside was a little swan charm. y/n carefully pulled it off and smiled. "seriously, jack. you didn't have to do this."
"well i wanted to. i needed to show you how much you mean to me but with everything you've ever done for me, the book and the charm are not going to be enough."
"jack, they're more than enough. they're perfect." she looked at him. "you're perfect."
neither of them hesitated to place their lips together. they fit perfectly together, just like everyone knew they would. jack held y/n's face as he deepened the kiss. her hands held his wrists as they slowly pulled apart.
"okay, my team is waiting for me. i've got a game to win." he stood up quickly. "i love you."
"i love you too. now go out there before they start to worry." y/n laughed as jack rushed out to the ice. she slid the book back in her purse and made her way back to her seat just in time for the final period to start.
30 seconds in, jack scored a goal and the fans went nuts. his teammates all hugged him and nico looked up to where y/n was sitting, knowing she really did work her magic on him.
there was 5 minutes left in the game when nico passed the puck to jack, who scored another goal, putting the game at 3-2 for nashville.
with 2 minutes left, it was looking like they were going to lose. but luck must've been on their side because curtis somehow got the puck to jack. he took it and sped down to the other end of the rink, shooting it right into the net to tie the game.
and when the buzzer went off to signal the end of the game, everyone on the team was excited. they were congratulating jack as they made their way to the bench.
"whatever you're doing, keep it up. that was an excellent third period." curtis high-fived him and walked down the tunnel. both jack and nico shared a look and their eyes went to y/n in the stands. she waved to them and they smiled.
"she must've worked her magic real hard on you to get such a turn around like that."
"yeah. something like that." jack smirked and took a drink from his water bottle before spraying some down the back and front of his jersey. he knew he was a great player but even he was impressed with how fast he shifted the game.
overtime started not long after their conversation and even though nashville was playing hard, new jersey was playing harder. their team dynamic was so much stronger than it was before.
with the clock ticking down and jack with the puck, the win was in sight. but the nashville players were not letting it go that easily. all the players on the ice chased jack and nearly cornered him. one slammed him into the side, causing him to lose his balance and fall. they all looked for the puck, believing that he would've given up the possession when he hit the ice.
but he did that before he went down. he passed the puck to jesper, who was not being defended. luckily nobody saw that pass. jesper took off back towards the nashville net and hit the puck as hard as he could, sending it flying towards the goal.
everyone watched with baited breath as the puck moved faster and faster towards the net. when it hit the back and the buzzer went off, everyone cheered. the devils were going to the playoffs.
y/n made her way down to the tunnel to wait for the team. nico had a feeling that's what she would be doing so he made sure jack was at the end of the line.
as they passed by, y/n congratulated the guys on the big win and continued to wait for jack. when she saw him, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms. he was shocked but he held her tightly.
"that was incredible, jack. i told you you were going to win."
"i couldn't have done it without you and our talk."
"well, you could've. but i'm gonna take the credit where i can get it." she smiled. "go get changed so we can go home and celebrate."
"yes ma'am."
things were going to be okay. they were gonna make sure of it.
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Heels ~ Viktor x Reader
Pronouns for reader: She/Her
Relationship type: Platonic, romantic feelings, slight enemies to lovers if you unfocus your eyes a bit
General Idea: Viktor used to hate the sound of those damn boots of hers, but now he's grown to find an odd sense of comfort in the noise. Along with... a series of other feelings.
Content Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Viktor being sassy, s1 Viktor, Takes place between S1E3~E4, Viktor's kinda down bad but in a denial way, Viktor also isn't good at realizing he has feelings for the reader, Jayce needs a 32hr nap
A/N: My Viktor headcanons got a LOT more love than I thought they would... so I decided to write some more Viktor XD
(Nobody's POV, but it's mostly told. through Viktor's thoughts)
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The lab was pretty much silent. The only sounds heard were the sounds of Viktor tinkering with a Hextech device and the occasional flipping of pages as (Y/N) read some notes that Jayce had written. It was late, definetly past midnight as the two worked.
"(Y/N)," Viktor says, breaking the silence. The girl's head pops up at the sound of her name. "Come here for a second? I need a second pair of hands."
"Be right there." She says, finishing the page she was on. She stands up and walks towards him, the sound of her boots hitting the tile as she walks.
Clack
Click
Clack
Viktor used to hate the sound of her boots. "Those damn boots are so annoying," He had complained to Jayce during the first week of (Y/N) working as a part-time assistant. "Click clack click clack, drives me insane!" He had mocked before sighing.
"Viktor... don't both your boots AND your cane make that noise as well?"Jayce had responded, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile. This made Viktor at a loss for words.
"Well... It's annoying when she does it!" He had sassed back in response, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
That was 3 years ago. Now, he found a weird sense of comfort in hearing the sound of her boots hit the floor. He couldn't explain why, enjoyment of familiarity maybe?
"What's up?" (Y/N) says, standing behind Viktor. The smell of her perfume was almost overwhelming to him, overloading his senses. Which was weird, seeings as it must've been almost 13 hours since she'd last applied perfume. And that doesn't last long... was he delusional? Or maybe just tired? Whatever. It doesn't matter.
"Yeah, I just need you to hold this in place." Viktor says, not even looking up from what he's doing. He gestures to a little piece of metal he's holding. (Y/N) leans over Viktor and holds the piece in place as requested. The scientist trys his best to ignore the feeling of her closeness and the racing of his heart... holy crap was it warm in here? It must've been. Although it seemed strange to him that it was magically warm in here all of a sudden. This spirals him into a memory, a memory that took place a little less than a week prior to now.
Viktor sat at his desk, for once not to work on Hextech, but to run his hands through his hair and stay deep in thought.
"Viktor?" Jayce asked. "Are you OK? You haven't been as focused as you normally are today. Did something happen?"
"I think... I think there's something genuinely wrong with me." Viktor says. "Like... maybe I'm coming down with something?? I don't know." Viktor stands up, leaning on his cane slightly for support.
"Oh?" Jayce asks, raising an eyebrow. "Could you, uh, possibly elaborate on that?"
"Well, for one everytime Ms.(L/N) comes near me I about have a damn heart attack." Viktor says, his cane clacking softly on the floor as he paces. "Like yesterday, perfect example. She accidently brushed my hand when she was passing me a paper and I actually thought I was dying."
Jayce suppresses a smile, trying not to laugh. Was Viktor really getting THIS worked up... over a little crush? "Oh?" Jayce says, still suppressing a smile. "Is that it?"
"Whenever she's near me, I swear to the gods that I become hyperaware of... like... everything." Viktor says. "Like the room feels warmer, her perfume or her shampoo is ALL I can smell, I'm almost convinced I know every single speckle of color in her eyes... I think I might actually be going crazy." Viktor says, stopping his pacing. "I'm positive. I've actually hit the breaking point and am decending into insanity."
Jayce now can't help but laugh. Maybe it was his lack of sleep from working on Hextech for days on end, maybe it was the seriousness in Viktor's voice about his "decent to madness." Jayce's laughter came out as almost wheezes due to how hard he was laughing.
Viktor throws his hands up in exasperatedness. "Jayce!" Viktor scolds. "This ISN'T funny! There's-"
This just makes Jayce laugh more and more. "Yes it is, Viktor." Jayce manages to say through wheezes. He's holding onto the desk for support as he laughs. It gets to the point where passersby become mildly concerned for the scientist's wellbeing. "I assure you you're not decending to madness."
"Then what the hell is going on????" Viktor exclaims, collapsing into his chair.
"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine." Jayce says, wiping the tears of laughter away as he tries to steady his breathing.
"Viktor?" The sound of his name snaps him out of the memory. "You good? I think I said your name like five times." (Y/N) says with a chuckle. Viktor shakes his head slightly.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Viktor says, continuing what he was doing. He tried to ignore the slight shake in his hands, the side of his own hand pressed against Ms. (L/N)'s own hand. When he's done. He about throws the screwdriver down. "Thank you for your assistance." Viktor says, the weight off his shoulders earning a little sigh of relief.
"Was that all you needed?" (Y/N) asks.
"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Viktor says. (Y/N) hums in response, walking over to her desk. Click, clack, click, clack. Her boots echo in the room. She grabs her coat and walks towards Viktor again.
"I'm gonna head out then." She says. Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of her boots ring in Viktor's head, a haunting sound that he didn't actually mind having on replay in his brain. "You should too soon." She says, her voice kind and soft.
Viktor's stomach feels like it's about to leap out of his body. Even though it was scientifically impossible, he couldn't help but worry about it. "I will soon." He says, the softness in his voice actually shocking him. Normally he'd just lie out his teeth and sleep in the lab, or not sleep at all. However, when he said that he would... he truly meant it. His eyes move away from the project and to (Y/N). "I'm just gonna finish this little bit up."
(Y/N) smiles, it's tired and small, but it's still a smile nonetheless. Seeing her smile along made the corners of his lips feel like they were moving on their own. He suppresses a smile the best he can, but it still shows on his face. "Goodnight, Viktor." She says, her voice still soft. She didn't speak full volume, and that for some reason made Viktor's heart rate skyrocket.
"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He says, the same tone and volume as (Y/N). She turns and walks out of the room. Click, clack, click, clack. He listens to the sound of her shoes until they completely fade out.
"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine."
Viktor didn't have a crush on (Y/N)... did he?
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please donât go, i love you so - rafe cameron
Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader
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Summary:
When you get in a serious accident, Rafeâs true feelings are left staring him in the face.
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Warnings:
Lots of drama and angst, language, serious car accident, medical stuff, talk of TBIs, broken bones, and other injuries
Word Count: 4k
A/N:
Had to do research for this one, but Iâm definitely no expert on medical stuff so forgive me if I get something wrong đ„Č Requests are open! BD Rafe requests can be anywhere in the timeline, past, future, smut, fluff, or angst :) Other OBX (or ST) requests also very welcome. I hope you enjoy this one!
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âIris, please, baby, weâve got to get your shoes on.â
âNo!â the toddler yelled back, running circles around the living room.
You were out of energy. You sat on the couch, your face in your hands, as she continued to run and you tried to clear your head and just breathe.
It had been a long day. A bad day. Iris had been absolutely wild, endless energy and more attitude in her nearly 2 year old self than you thought possible. And it didnât help that JJ was out with the pogues, so you didnât even have any backup. It was 7pm, nearing her bedtime, and this had been your whole day. You were over it.
Everything had been a fight with her all day, but the current one was getting her dressed for pickup. It was Rafeâs weekend, and heâd be pulling up any second. You didnât feel too thrilled about seeing Rafe right now, either.
Things had been complicated with Rafe. You felt like it was a constant back and forth with him, especially recently. Not about co-parenting, never about Iris - you knew you were lucky that the two of you got along so well when it came to parenting your daughter. It was feelings that got tricky.
You didnât even know how you felt about Rafe yourself. On one hand, you knew you loved him. Youâd always love him. But just because you loved him didnât mean you should be together. You could never forget the toxic situation your relationship had been. Constant fighting, endless tears, trust issues and anger problems.
Thatâs not even to mention the way he would act around you lately. He was hot and cold. Sometimes he acted all affectionate, kissing and touching you, fucking you, like youâd never broken up in the first place. Other times he was cold and withdrawn. It left you feeling confused, like emotional whiplash, and you were honestly tired of it.
You debated on letting yourself have a quick cry, but quickly wrote that off as you thought of how humiliating it would be to answer the door to Rafe with your face all red and puffy from crying. You took a second to collect yourself, before putting the Mom pants back on.
âIris Elaine Cameron,â you said sternly, standing from the couch.
The little girl came to a stop, looking up at you with a big grin on her face, totally oblivious to your frustration. The sight of her angelic face softens you immediately, of course. She had her light brown hair up in tiny pigtails, dressed in one of the many outfits Rafe had bought her. Some designer brand dress, not that you had any idea about that or thought it made much sense to dress a toddler in such expensive clothes. She looked cute, though.
You held up her Mary Jane shoes. âAre you gonna let Mommy put your shoes on so Daddy can come pick you up?â you asked her, raising an eyebrow.
Her little face lit up with joy. âDada! Dada!â
Your heart clenched in your chest. Iris had been a total Daddyâs Girl since day 1 - and Rafe was completely wrapped around her little finger - but sometimes the reminder of him hit you especially hard.
At the promise of seeing her dad soon, Iris happily hopped over to you. You smiled as you lifted her onto your lap and slid her shoes on, buckling them. âThere. See? All done,â you said. Iris held her palms out and twisted them, baby sign language for all done, which made you giggle. When you had read the articles and brought it up to Rafe, he had thought teaching her sign language as an infant was dumb. But it actually ended up being extremely helpful since she couldnât communicate with words yet.
âBook?â she asked you, and you knew exactly what she wanted - her favorite book, Where the Wild Things Are. Sheâd have you read it 50 times a day if youâd do it. You smiled as you reached over to unzip the diaper bag, pulling the book out. She broke into a huge grin just at the sight of it.
You opened the beloved book and began to read to her, making her giggle with the different voices youâd do for the monsters. Her favorite part was always when you or Rafe would read the line âOh please donât go - weâll eat you up - we love you so!â while attacking her with kisses and tickles. She laughed so hard every time.
When the book was finished, you closed it and slipped it back in the bag to go to her dadâs. She pouted like she was about to throw a fit if you didnât read it again. âUh uh. Youâre gonna have to wait until Daddy reads it tonight.â You leaned in, rubbing your nose against hers, making her giggle.
You sat Iris down on the ground at the exact time you heard the front door opening. You raised your eyebrows knowingly at Iris, whoâs eyes went wide in the direction of the hallway. You both knew perfectly well who it was.
Rafe sauntered into the living room, sunglasses sitting on his face despite the sun already beginning to set. His bored expression was immediately replaced by a huge grin as he saw his daughter.
âHey, baby girl,â he said, lifting her into his arms as she squealed with delight.
You avoided eye contact with Rafe, busying yourself around the living room as you made sure everything Iris needed that he didnât already have at his place was packed in her diaper bag. Once you were satisfied, you approached Rafe with the bag, handing it over. He took it from you with a curious expression.
âYouâre being weird,â he said, pushing his sunglasses up onto his head.
You ignored him, leaning over to give Iris a kiss on the cheek. âI love you, baby. Iâll see you Sunday night, okay?â
Rafe doesnât take his eyes off you, like heâs examining you inside and out. âWhatâs your deal?â
You sighed - you already felt defeated and exhausted going into this encounter, you didnât really want to do this tonight. âNothing. Everything is fine.â
But Rafe knows you better than anyone.
He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked at you. âThis is because I took Briana on another date, isnât it?â
You felt your skin turn ice cold at the accusation, your defenses building themselves high. âThatâs fucking ridiculous.â
The slightest smirk dances across his lips as he sits a wiggling Iris back on the ground, his eyes never leaving yours. âThat is why youâre mad.â
You huffed an incredulous laugh as you crossed your arms and looked away from him, watching Iris start dragging everything youâd just cleaned up out of the toy box again, paying no mind to the two of you. âIâm not mad. And if I was, I have much better things to be upset about than who you choose to stick your dick into,â you hissed back at him.
Rafe barked out a laugh, looking up at the ceiling as he did like he couldnât believe what youâd just said. âYou are so full of shit.â
You rolled your eyes and shook your head. âGet out, Rafe. Iâll see you Sunday.â
He watched you for a minute longer as you both stood there in silence. Finally he let out a big sigh, running a hand over his face. âYouâre such a bitch sometimes, you know that?â
You didnât acknowledge the comment as he moved to lift Iris into his arms again, her bag slung over his shoulder. You followed him to the front door, ready to shut him out as soon as possible, but as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he turned back to you.
âYou know, itâs none of your business who I see. Weâre not together. Youâre not my girl.â
You just looked at him, his words cutting far deeper and harder than you wanted to admit. âSame goes for you too, Rafe,â you said, thinking of the multiple times Rafeâs temper and jealousy had ruined one of your dates. Half the island was scared to even look at you because of him. It was fucking annoying.
Rafe scoffed. He shook his head one more time with that stupid grin on his face. âIâll see you Sunday,â he said, and then he was walking off towards his truck.
You didnât linger. You shut the door as soon as he stepped away, leaning against the wood as you took a deep, shaky breath. God, you hated that arrogant asshole sometimes.
You wallowed in your despair on the couch for a while that night, switching between various shows, none of them catching your interest. Eventually you think whatâs the point, and decide to just go to bed early. You might as well take advantage of the sleep without having to worry about getting up early.
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You hoped you would feel better the next day.
You didnât.
You made breakfast for you and JJ, not something you typically do when Iris was at Rafeâs, but you felt like pancakes. And JJ certainly wasnât going to complain.
âYou look depressed,â JJ pointed out helpfully through a mouthful of pancake as you sat at the small dining table across from him.
You glared at him over your plate before eating a bite of your own breakfast. JJ held his hands up in surrender.
âOkay, okay. Touchy subject this morning, I see.â
As much as you loved your twin brother, you were relieved when he picked up his surf board after breakfast and told you he was going out. You didnât exactly feel up to company.
With JJ gone, you attempted to stay busy around the house, but once everything was cleaned to perfection, you found yourself standing in the silent living room, feeling like you had no idea what to do with yourself. What was wrong with you, you thought. The place was always too quiet without Iris.
You needed a drive to clear your head.
You snatched your keys from the side table and left the house, still dressed in the tank top and athletic shorts youâd been cleaning the house in. You just wanted to drive around the island for a while, you werenât really going anywhere, so you didnât care how you looked.
You turned on your favorite sad playlist and sang at the top of your lungs to songs about love and broken hearts and pain. You felt pretty silly, but this was your time, your coping mechanism, and you werenât going to feel bad about it.
Fuck Rafe Cameron. And not in the way you usually did.
You drove with the windows down, the salty breeze whipping through your hair, cooling your skin. You felt yourself starting to feel lighter.
You didnât see the truck barreling faster than the speed limit around the corner. No one even had time to lay on the horn. You didnât see or feel anything except a brief flash of pain and then - nothing.
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âWow! Thatâs beautiful, baby.â
Rafe lifted up the piece of paper covered in crayon scribbles, examining it like it was on display at The Louvre. It was the fifth one heâd been given since he sat on the floor with Iris, crayons and paper spread out all around them. Each piece of art went in a stack to be displayed somewhere in the house.
He watched his daughter as she picked up the green jumbo crayon and began roughly scribbling it across another blank page. The same big smile he always had around Iris was spread across his face. Nothing made him happier than spending time with her.
Rafe was caught off guard by the sound of his phone ringing loudly in his pocket. He sighed as he pulled it out, expecting to see either Topper or Kelce forgetting it was his weekend with Iris. But his eyebrows furrowed as he saw it was JJ calling him. JJ never called or texted him. They only had each otherâs numbers in case of emergency.
Rafe felt a jolt of pure fear deep in his chest.
He answered the call, tentatively bringing the phone to his ear. âMaybank?â he answered.
He felt the nausea spread over him like a tidal wave when JJ spoke your name in his panicked voice. It was you. God, something bad had happened to you.
âS-slow down,â Rafe said, holding his shaking hand out in front of him as if JJ could see. Pure panic was spreading and growing through every vein in his body. âWhatâŠwhat happened?â
JJâs voice was shaking too as he spoke. Rafe could tell he was pacing, probably pulling at his messy blonde hair as he did. âShe- it was a truck. Guy was speeding and hit her head-on. Her car is totaled, theyâŠthey havenât even let me see her yet. I donât even know if sheâs okay. Fuck, I shouldnât have left this morning. Fuck!â
Rafe couldnât even process JJ blaming himself for something that definitely wasnât his fault, because he was doing the same thing. He had been a total asshole to you last night. The idea that that could possibly have been the last conversation heâll ever have with you has him feeling like heâs going to be sick on the floor.
âIâm on my way,â Rafe said simply, and then he was hanging up the call, shoving his phone in his pocket and climbing to his feet.
Sarah was happy to watch Iris as Rafe grabbed his keys and sprinted to his truck, with promises to text her about your condition as soon as he knew anything at all. He probably would have been driving 15 over the speed limit if he wasnât so disgustingly reminded of the dangers of the road. Instead he drove as fast as he safely could, a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as he clenched his jaw tightly.
His head was spinning as he rushed into the hospital, looking around the waiting room for any sign of JJ. He didnât see the blonde boy anywhere. He approached the receptionist desk instead, urgently giving your name to the tired looking receptionist.
âSheâs in the Neuro ICU, room 5,â the receptionist said. Rafe felt his breath hitch - the fucking ICU? âWe only allow two visitors at a time, and itâs immediate family only,â she continued. âYou areâŠ?â
Rafe hesitated. âUhâŠIâm her boyfriend,â he said the first thing that came to mind. âBut we have a child together. Please.â
The receptionist eyed him for a moment, before nodding, giving him a sympathetic look. She printed a visitorâs badge for him and handed it over. He thinks she said something about wishing you the best, but all he could hear was his own blood rushing in his ears as he mindlessly walked towards the elevators.
The last time Rafe had been in a hospital was for Irisâ birth, decidedly a much happier occasion. He felt out of place and awkward as he walked through the quiet, sterile halls, following signs pointing him where he wanted to go.
When he reached the ICU and approached room 5, he froze. He had never felt so scared in his life, he thought. He didnât know if he could do this.
But you needed him.
He slid the glass door open, a flash of blonde hair peeking from around the privacy curtain where JJ was sitting. Rafe mustered all the strength he had to walk forward into the room. JJ looked up at him as he entered, but his eyes were immediately drawn to you as his heart shattered in his chest.
He clasped his hands behind his head as he took in the scene in front of him. He was holding off a panic attack as tears welled in his eyes. You were there on the bed, and you looked so utterly broken that it made Rafe feel like he couldnât breathe. You were hooked up to an IV, about a million monitors mostly over your chest and head, a cast on an arm and one on a leg, a ventilator.
Rafeâs shaky legs practically gave out then, his body collapsing in the empty chair by your bedside. He was terrified to look at you, knowing he was going to start crying harder if he did. He looked at JJ instead, who looked equally wrecked, his eyes red from crying.
JJ gave Rafe the rundown the doctor had just given him. Traumatic brain injury, broken bones in your left arm and leg. You hadnât regained consciousness at all since the accident. Things were still up in the air, nothing the doctors would say brought Rafe any comfort. They didnât know about surgery yet, they didnât know how long it would take you to recover, hell, they couldnât even say if youâd be the same when you woke up.
When Rafe finally worked up the courage to be close to you, to actually look at you - he didnât know his heart could break like this. Your normally smooth, perfect skin that he loved to trace his fingertips over because of the way youâd react to his touch, was now covered in deep bruises. Your face - that beautiful face he always adored so much, the one he fell in love with back in junior high - bruised and lacerated. He couldnât even tell himself you were just peacefully napping. You looked like hell.
The next weeks were long and difficult. Iris stayed with the Cameronâs, and while Rafe spent every second he could drag himself away from your bedside spending it with her, he didnât leave the hospital much at all. He grew used to sleeping in the worldâs most uncomfortable chair.
Your recovery was truly a miracle. You didnât end up needing brain surgery, but they kept you monitored for weeks. You did suffer a pretty bad TBI, and you had surgery to repair the broken bones in your arm and leg. The ventilator was removed first, which Rafe was the most relieved about, because that terrified him more than anything else.
When you finally woke up, Rafe was the first thing you saw.
The second he noticed your eyes fluttering open, Rafe was bolting up straight in his chair, his hand gently cupping your cheek with a barely-there touch as he whispered your name.
âRâŠRafe?â you had croaked, voice raspy and dry from disuse and the ventilator tube being down your throat. Rafe called the nurses immediately, and multiple examinations, a plastic hospital jug of ice water, and some heavy pain meds later, you were feelingâŠokay.
JJ was there for most of the day like he was every day he didnât have work. He actually cried when he showed up and saw you awake, which surprised Rafe because he didnât even seem embarrassed about it. He just embraced you as gently as possible so as not to hurt you, and it was clear you were equally as happy to see him. There was that twin bond, something Rafe found a little weird (especially when the two of you would communicate without even talking) but alsoâŠendearing.
Recovery was a long road, and it was a lot of hard work, but the doctors were confident in your ability to return to normal in time. You had to work on your memory, your speech. Physical therapy took up most of your days. But Rafe knew you were strong, and you showed him every day. Even Iris got to visit as often as she could, but you didnât want her in a hospital for too long so she wouldnât get sick.
Rafe sat by your side late at night, gently brushing his fingers through your hair as you laid with your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling. Your hospital stay was finally almost over. Youâd be coming home tomorrow, staying with the Camerons so you had the help.
You opened your eyes and looked up at him. You were happy, but his behavior was confusing to you at the same time. âYouâre being weirdly sweet,â you said with a teasing smile.
Rafe looked away from your eyes. âYeahâŠwell.â
The two of you sat with that silence for a while. You knew there was plenty he wasnât saying, and you wondered if he would.
Rafe reached forward and traced a finger along your cheek, over your jaw line. The cuts and bruises on your face were mostly healed now, and you were endlessly grateful when they told you they didnât expect any lasting scarring. His light touch sent a shiver through your body.
When Rafe finally spoke again, he sounded different than you had ever heard him. His voice was weak, broken. âDonât do that to me again.â
Your face fell as you looked at him - really looked at him - and saw the pain hidden deep behind his blue eyes. Obviously you knew none of this was your fault, but you felt terrible for what youâd put your loved ones through all the same.
âIâm sorry-â you began to say, but Rafe shook his head.
âDo you understand that I love you?â he said, his voice choked up as tears welled in those deep eyes. The words hit you like a physical blow, you felt yourself moving back as you looked him in the face. âI donât give a fuck about Briana, or any other girl on this island compared to you. And itâs not just âwe were together for a while and youâre the mother of my daughter so Iâll always love youâ,â he continued, like the words were spilling out of his mouth faster than he could control. âNo, like, I love you.â
He was looking you so intensely in the eyes that it took your breath away. You felt tears in your own eyes, falling down your cheeks before you could do anything about it. âRafeâŠâ you breathed out, you didnât know what else to say. You werenât even sure this wasnât a dream.
âMaybe we couldâŠmaybe we could try again,â he said, the hope audible in his voice. âAâŠrelationship?â
You let out a long shaky exhale. âIâŠâ You searched your brain for the right words to say, searched your chest for how you really felt. âWeâŠitâs never worked, Rafe, we never-â
âDo you love me?â
The question caught you completely off guard. âWhat?â
âDo you love me?â he repeated simply. âI told you how I felt. I need to know how you really feel.â
You swallowed. âI love you, Rafe,â you said, your voice small. âIâve always loved you. But itâs still never worked for us.â
Rafe clasped both your smaller hands in his, being gentle with your cast. âIâm serious this time, baby. This isâŠthings are different.â He held intense eye contact with you as he spoke, and you could see the genuine emotion swirling behind his eyes. âIâve had a taste of what life would be like without you, and I donât wanna go through that again.â
You had no control whatsoever as the tears started to fall down your face faster, a sob escaping from your throat. Rafe pulled you into the tightest gentle hug he could manage, his large hand combing through your smooth hair as you cried into his chest. He was a little panicked, he didnât know if he had said something wrong to upset you. He didnât want to make you sad anymore.
When you pulled back, Rafe wiped the tears from your face. He traced his thumb lightly over your bottom lip. His gaze flicked up to your eyes, back to your mouth, and then he was leaning in to press the softest kiss to your lips. When he broke the kiss and looked into your eyes again, he could see the mix of emotions swirling behind them. He wished he could read what you were thinking.
He grabbed your good hand with his own, intertwining your fingers. âYou donât have to decide anything now. You have plenty else to worry about. JustâŠthink about it for me?â
You nodded, squeezing his hand in yours, which gave him some reassurance. You didnât know what your decision would be, but you wanted to make sure you made the right one. For you, for Rafe, and for Iris.
âI love you,â you whispered to him.
His lips turned up in a smile. âI love you too.â
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