#it’s delicious to me i cannot lie

[imurasakaw]

rewatching m25 to bring me back to a time when furuya and shinichi didn’t meet each other 7 years ago and aoyama hadn’t yet stolen furuya and conan’s trust-mingled-with-distrust-while-trying-to-figure-one-another-out dynamic from me with this retcon. and for the hirorei of course

[chrollohearttags]

free use with roommate!eren

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📝: black!fem reader, free use, noncon, dub-con, fourth wall break (you’ll see lmao), sonmophilia, squirting, heavy breeding +pregnancy mentions, degradation, calls reader bitch and slut, mentions of anal, slight aftercare

wc: 1.9K

if y’all want me to continue this, lmk. It may become a series.

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roommate!eren truly was, by all definitions, your best friend. practically attached at the hip and always hanging out..the two of you first crossed paths when he placed an ad online, looking for someone to split the rent with and upon meeting you, the choice was easy. roommate!eren, who worked in IT and mostly remote, spent most of his time in the space you two shared so it was always spotless when you got home. You’d often find him standing over the stove, making something delicious so that you never had to worry about going to some shitty fast food place…honestly feeling more like a boyfriend with how spoiled he had you. “How was your day, gorgeous? Here, come talk to me, I want to hear all about it.” even allowing you to rest your sore feet on his lap as he massaged them. it never really dawned on you at first but as time went on, roommate!eren slowly became much more than that. It began with sweet gestures such as cooking for you or doing your laundry, even going as far as telling you not to worry about your share of the rent for a couple months because he wanted you to ‘do something nice for yourself’. “Eren, that is not what we agreed upon. I cannot let you pay the rent by yourself, that’s not fair at all.” “I already told you, it’s fine. Consider it an early birthday gift or something.”

but roommate!eren was reaping his rewards in more ways than one…one night as you lie sleeping on the couch, flat on your stomach and exhausted from a long day, you’d be awoken to the tender touch of warm hands caressing the backs of your thighs. Eventually, you’d feel those fingertips creeping up to the center where your panties were peeking out from underneath your work skirt. You’d feel a gentle rub before hearing the sound of sucking teeth and a moan accompanying it. “You’re so wet, baby..fuck. And all for me..” you were halfway conscious but you were aware of what was going on..yet, all you could do is lie there and allow those digits to massage your aching slit. Shutting your eyes, you’d feel the cool air hit your warmth when he peeled them back and shoved one inside..working you over whilst you slept.

“So fucking tight, princess..but I know you can take all of this dick. You’re going to make me fit..” the words barely above a whisper but you heard every last one. Every rambling coming from that familiar voice behind you only grew more lewd as those fingertips went deeper and sped up. Talking about how he wanted to fill you with his cum and watch it drip out as you lie there..how full and cute you’d look if you were pregnant. From how he wished to see you awake just so he could fuck you back unconscious. The sounds of your dripping hole being played with was about to drive him insane and eventually…neither of you could take it!

“I need to fuck you..need to feel this wet lil’ pussy on me so bad, baby.” Almost desperate in a way. Seconds later, (y/n) felt the aching head of a cock throbbing against your entrance; running up and down your clit before very carefully slipping in. “Oh shiiit..you feel even better than I expected, baby. Why’d you keep it from me for so long?” That deep yet whiny voice and thick cock belonged to none other than roommate!eren! Who had mounted you right there in the living room, fucking you prome into the couch. With a hand planted in the center of your back, he’d continue feeding you deep strokes, alternating between fast and slow, hard and gentle..all the while watching the recoil of your backside against his pelvis.

“Look at this fat ass..bouncing on my fucking dick. Oh God, it’s so perfect. I can’t wait to use it too..maybe I’ll slip a plug in you next time.” Those words elicited a much deserved twitch around his shaft and no longer could you pretend. “You really got tight when I said that shit. I knew you were a freak but damn, baby..” chuckling to himself. You’d slowly raise your head with a slight yawn and moan..before turning around and faintly glaring at him. “Erennn..what the fuck—“ “Hey gorgeous, about time you stopped pretending. Enjoy your nap?”

because deep down, roommate!eren knew the truth about you..and all of the dirty, filthy and dark secrets you were keeping. Including the twitter page and blog where you anonymously posted all about him and the depraved things you wanted him to do. Saying things like ‘my roommate is so fucking fine. Just want this man to use me.’ ‘He cooked for me again today, rubbed my feet and ran my bath before I got home..I’m ready to have this man’s baby.’ ‘Saw him coming back up from the gym this morning before I left and had to get myself off when I got to work’ ‘I rub my pussy every night thinking about him. Wishing he’d come in here and pound me.’ Even calling him daddy. It was entirely different from the bashful, nerdy office worker that he knew!

but it was one..or several that stood out to him the most. A series that inspired this whole little exchange..the ones where you were begging for him to use you anytime he wanted! You didn’t care if you were asleep, awake, tired or alert..you wanted him to have full possession of your body. ‘forced to work, born to be his little free use toy that gets dumped with cum whenever he feels like it and twice on his bad days :(’ ‘I just want to lie on the couch one night, pretending to be sleep as he fucks me..’ ‘I love watching him work at his desk. He’s so cute with his glasses on and his hair tied back. I want to sit on his lap and let his dick stay inside of me the entire time.’ ‘he’s worked so hard today, he deserves my throat as a reward.’ There was so much evidence and roommate!eren heard your virtual cries loud and clear.

“Aww, baby. It’s okay. If this was what you wanted, all you had to do was ask. You know I’ll give you the world.” Flashing a toothy grin as he pinned your arms behind your back..beads of sweat and strands of hair plastered to his forehead as he continued pounding you into the cushions. “All this time and you’re still so shy around me…but damn, do I love my job. You can find out all sorts of things. Like that my beautiful roommate wants me to use her like a little slut..” leaning down to utter the last sentence in your ear before feeding a sharp slap to the ass. Alluding to the fact he could easily access your socials and anything else he wanted with his extensive skill set.

unbeknownst to you, he felt the same..often finding himself at his desk, stroking his cock to the thought of you; how hot you looked in all your tight office attire, how pretty you looked wrapping your hair up in that bonnet at night with a bare face and how the sunlight hit your skin on a summer day, and the sway of your ass in that dress that clings to your curvy frame just right…finding himself choking his shaft between the clutches of his knuckles as he imagined it was that warm cunt squeezing him. Even going as far as to place a pair of your panties around himself and jerk until he exploded onto the seat of them. But it was a fairy tale no more..he was making all of yours..and his sick fantasies come true!

“That’s right, bitch. Moan for me..let me know how good I’m fucking you. C’mon..louder.” Reaching around to grasp your throat, he’d tug your head up so that he could make eye contact as he drilled your insides.

“Ughh! Fuuuck—please, use me. Make me come.” Those pleas sound awfully desperate and pathetic. Even so, roommate!eren craved more. He wanted to tap into the most depraved parts of you and bring them to the surface. “That’s more like it. No more of that innocent shit with me. From now on, you’re my slut to use..just my hole. I don’t give a fuck if you’re sleeping, too tired..I’m gonna nut in this pussy.. whenever I feel like it because you begged for it.” Continuously rambling on as those smacking sounds and guttural moans of his grew louder. “Y-yes daddy. All yours..your fucking whore.” At one point, he was almost animalistic..a sign that he was extremely close. You lacked the restraint for that however. Gripping the cushions in front of you whilst streams of your juices leaked underneath you. “That’s it. Squirt on that dick, bitch. How'd you know that’s my favorite?” Tears pooling down your face when you felt him slip a thumb into your puckering asshole. Just to make matters worse, that same hand gripping your throat would soon fish hook into your jaw and pull it open.

“Look at you..all mine. Got me playing in all your pretty holes. Tell you what..since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you choose where you get my cum. Sounds good?” And it was a no brainer if you’d ever heard one. You couldn’t get it out fast enough that you wanted him to fill your pussy to the brim. “Aw, you really do want my babies..sure thing, princess—“ in one final move, roommate!eren pinned you to the sofa; a clump of your newly done hair in his hand as that orgasm ripped through his body..surging out in the form of hot, cream colored ropes of seed spilling into your womb. You were both left a shaking, disgusting mess. Wet and drenched in each other’s bodily fluids. He couldn’t help but to reward you for a job well done with a sloppy kiss so he’d shove that tongue deep between your jaws and moan as your lips locked. Reveling in the fucked out glow on your face.

“There’s my baby..hey, are you alright? How are you feeling?” Swiping your tears of pure bliss away with his thumb. “I’m..the happiest I’ve ever been.” And that was a given. Once the two of you came down from those climatic highs, he’d withdraw..dragging a trail of his cum along with him as he watched it pulsate out.

“I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t we get cleaned up and order some food. We have a lot to talk about, don’t you think?” Referring to the fact that this new agreement was going to require much consent and guidelines. Either way, both of you were excited for this new dynamic and looked forward to this relationship. You’d spent years fantasizing about all of these things. Documenting them on an anonymous page, too afraid that the real you would run a man away. But roommate!eren was the one you’d been searching for and he wasn’t going to let you down!

@hoohoohope @dancingwithdeities @violetxxvenom @nova2kss @friendlyneighborsslvt @acidrotzikr @shamelesshoefairy @soleilsfilm @vmpireslut @cc1306

[gojoest]

FIRST WORD — girl dad!gojo satoru

girl dad satoru, established relationship (you’re married, it is indicated that you have two other kids besides the little one that appears in this drabble), nanami cameo, suggestive credits at the end (breeding hinted, just to be safe), sry this lowkey sucks + not proofread, i typed it out in 10 mins but i hope you enjoy!

satoru is trying really hard to get his little daughter to say “papa”, but oh well

“come on, my life — say it”

satoru, crouched down before the baby chair where his little daughter is sitting, a picture of his face in one hand while the other alternates between pointing at the photo and then at his face, slowly repeats, over and over, with utmost perseverance and patience, the first word he wishes his little one would utter—

“pa-pa”, he carefully speaks, syllable by syllable. “pa-pa”, and again. “come on, baby — at least you don’t betray me, i know you’re papa’s girl — come on now, say it”, he pleads.

this has been going on for the past few weeks.

your entire house currently looks like the room of a teenager where it’s posters on the walls and little trinkets on the shelves, courtesy of heavy hyperfixations. but instead of posters and trinkets it’s your husband’s face, everywhere. kitchen, living room, hallways, your baby’s room — every-single-where and every-single-surface and wall has the photograph of your husband’s face on it. he even purchased custom-made plushies and toys of himself, some of which are hanging from the musical baby mobile above your daughter’s crib — but instead of music it’s his voice, teaching his toddler through made-up songs how to say ‘papa’.

“satoru, don’t you think this is a little bit, um— “, you once brought up, pausing to clear your throat, trying your best to sound softer while you say this. knowing how sensitive he is about the matter, and how devoted to have this innocuous win — “…too much? hm, love? it’s like you’re… brainwashing the baby…”

lips immediately pursed, satoru pouted under his nose — “easy for you to say, our two other kids said ‘mama’ first — effortlessly, at that. let me have this one at least”

okay, you shrugged and backed off.

and this morning, as you sipped on your coffee, you silently watched your husband in the kitchen — kneeled down before the baby chair, going about his educational routine.

after he was done with the photos, he took your daughter’s hand and pressed her fingers on his lips, while he kept repeating the word ‘papa’. he said that this method allows the baby to see the way your mouth moves as you speak but also hear and feel the sound all at the same time. (he sure has read a lot of things on the internet)

but your little one remained silent, only giggling here and there as she poked around her father’s face, completely refusing to cooperate with him despite his desperate attempts.

it is an endearing sight, really. part of you felt pity for your husband, you cannot lie. he was trying so hard, and for what...

all of a sudden,

the doorbell rings.

“i’ll take it”, you quickly pad over to open the door.

it’s nanami — dropping by with some baked treats for the kids, as he often does. your children love him a lot. during dinner gatherings he always sneaks away to read them bedtime stories. even though he doesn’t look like the type on the surface, he sure has a soft spot for children. and, truth be told, they are all naturally drawn to him as well. maybe it’s his calm demeanor and the sense of safety he brings along with his presence.

“ah, thank you — these look so delicious, i am sure the kids will die for a bite”, you chime, as you guide him into the kitchen.

“oh— nanami, it’s you”, satoru casually points out without even turning his head to greet him, his eyes glued on his little daughter… who seems to be looking elsewhere, past her father…

…at nanami.

a bit bothered by that, satoru shifts a little bit to the side, to block the view — to, once again, be the main focus in his daughter’s eyes. but, alas…

she tilts her head, googly eyes glancing at the blond man behind her father.

she opens her mouth, a giggle first escapes, and then—

“na-na—”, she pauses… “—mi” — a beam of laughter and her hands reaching forward, pointing at nanami.

silence in the kitchen befalls.

you cover your mouth with a hand, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into laughter. it’s tragic but funny at the same time, and you know — in just a few seconds the real baby in this room will not be your daughter.

“nanami”, satoru slowly stands up, shoulders hanging low and voice — monotone and stern. “get out”

p.s.: satoru makes a scene. he is absolutely devastated. you have to drag him away and pick up the pieces and calm him down. and, of course, he thinks — the only way to make things better is to give him another child. a new opportunity…and you need to get down to business, now. while nanami is babysitting downstairs.

[anantaru]

GENSHIN + YOU SAY HE'S TOO SMALL

— ꒰ including ꒱ — childe, wriothesley, zhongli, alhaitham x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, bratty! reader, dom genshin characters, size kink & size difference, pet names used: dear, love, baby, doll, they're so confident i'm sick, alhaitham is a little mean in this one, cockwarming, rough teasing ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱

as marvelous as it sounded to be nice to ajax, indulge yourself beneath his welcoming silhouette and paddle through the outbursts of sparks and bliss, you also loved being a little menace and make him question himself. it starts with a, "you're too small for me," then ends with a "but that's okay!" before putting a ribbon on it, becoming concerned by his drawn out silence before he changes up his demeanor, laughing and smirking sarcastically above you. 

"too small, hm?" childe grunts hotly before carefully inspecting how your eyes grow with fervor as he snaps his hips forward with one numbing snap of hips, his muscles visibly contorting at the movement, "you're so mean to me, baby, always so mean," as he completely stills himself inside.

if he's so small, you don't mind if he's not moving anymore, correct? in fact, the flaring stretch of your cunt shouldn't be that evident on your pungent expression. your skin grows warmer when you realised he doesn't have any plans of fucking you nicely tonight, if anything, the harbinger wanted to make this an important lesson for you.

buried deep, he felt so hot inside of you, burning a mark on your walls and exploring more and more of your skin as every part of your limbs and veins felt like he's set them on fire. every pulse of his erection in you, each grumble and deep, delicious moan sent you into a spiral until you couldn't breathe, not when you felt so full inside.

your hands fly to his hair as you tug him closer, struggling to keep the focus on his darling face with the obvious distraction of his shaft thudding within you, "move.." you bite and gnaw down on your bottom lip, yet he doesn't, much to your displeasure, he only drives himself a bit deeper until he couldn't anymore, roaming through your sensitive walls as a wet heave echoes from your lips.

"didn't you say i'm too small for you?" childe pouts apathetically as you feel a rush of defeat coarse over your spine, "this shouldn't bother you then baby," and he continues, he cannot stop now.

he begins to slowly grind his hips back and forth, yet only in small, little rolls that barely did anything, never pulling himself out.

— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱

the duke was both pestering and infuriatingly sexy, and there was only one way to humble him by claiming he's not as big as you might've made it sound like in the past. sure, he can make you squirm if he really tries, beyond that? it's fine, nothing out of the ordinary though.

"I don't care that you're too small for me baby, you still have a big heart," you purse your lips together, suppressing an interrupting laughter, although unblinking with a devilish smirk.

"hey, now," wriothesley mumbles in soft tones, and he's gentle, squeezing your hips and tracing over your body as he drops lower to press himself close to you.

the duke rests his forehead against yours and kisses your bottom lip, knowing you love it, it's like a silent way of telling you that he'll be gentle despite his size, well, normally, now it's his method of warning you for what's about to come, "tell me that once i'm done, hm?"

"…with a straight face, stock-still," he felt excitedly elevated, so eager to sooth you and take the edge of brattiness from your voice— until you're bathed in sweat and his cum, desperately moaning out his name with a sound drenched in that of raw hunger.

in a blink of an eye, a ruthless rhythm manifested from wanting to burn that lie from your brain and the usual confidence rising from his body.

he holds your frame captive without a single route of near return, pleasure racing through your skin as he grumbles into your lips, makes your voice rise and hitch as he knocks the air off your lungs with another swift drag of him, his balls crushing against your puffy flesh before letting your walls constrict around his big length.

"shhh, not to worry, you hear? you claimed you can take it, didn't you?" a shudder was born at the ruthlessness in his words, your shoulders tensing and falling in an alleviation of feeling so full. the impact on how he's handling tonight was both totally unsurprising as well as exceedingly sudden at the same time.

you're slowly regretting your past claims, although not really— because you secretly enjoyed whenever wriothesley was rough with you, anytime he was so turned on by your presence that he had to show you in many different ways.

every thread and spark of your cunt constricts up at the close proximity he made you go through— the penetrating waves of his feverishness entrusting into your flesh as you lose yourself completely, needing more, needing him faster and better than each time before.

"you like that, doll? i'm so deep, fuck—" he slurrs his wording, making you shudder, "i love being inside you, i love when you do that… squeezing me," and the more you attempted to hide your precious whimpers from him, the more he made you gasp heftily in return as his hips carried on to rock back and forth your spongy insides.

— ꒰ ZHONGLI ꒱

believe it or not but in the beginning, it was supposed to be a little throw around inquiry to mess with your boyfriend's mind a little, just so you could see how he'd react to being called small. in truth, you didn't necessarily believe he'd actually care that much, maybe he'd even jester back. no one needs to tell you that morax had experience, and a special way of going around your body— so naturally, you expected him to simply laugh off the comment of being on the smaller side, especially his girth.

you can feel his cockhead nudge over your throbbing hole, ever so slightly inching inside until you'd gasp from both fullness and ache. zhongli was never too rough with you, he couldn't be, the idea of actually hurting you was sending numerous shivers into his body.

“i'm fond of this side of you, my dear, i love when you say nonsense like this,"

before you can form your words, his lips found yours, although rougher this time— teeth colliding together messily as his tongue laps across your own, exploring the inside and groaning when you tug roughly at his disheveled strands, his raw emotions enough for to lose a war you were never able to win in the first place.

zhongli hears you pant softly into his lips and he could cum just here and there if it wasn't for his self restraint, calculating his hot trails of touches as your walls glister beautifully around his hard and heavy shaft. your reactions excited him as much as reminding you that there's no point in lying to your lover, not when he always fucked you so nicely and left you breathless.

"zhongli— please please don't tease me now.." you whimper, words muffled beneath him as you attempt to reason, "i was just joking, really," and your voice? so deliciously at his mercy, sounding so pathetically weak that it strengthens the turmoil in your belly.

he breathes out a laugh, his musky scent lingering all over you, "you forgot your earlier statement already? that's not how it works."

you continue to mumble out precious pleas, unable to answer with words anymore as his dripping dick buries balls deep into your hot warmth before he grabs onto a fistful of your ass, "you feel so good, my dearest," he says wetly, pulling out of you and grinding back in immediately after as the bed drags against the wooden floor.

oh well, zhongli would be lying if your claim, even with how extremely amusing it was, didn't turn him on in the end.

— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱

propped up on your elbows, you watch alhaitham get rid of his shirt before he attempts to go down on you, in fact, it was a sweet, little habit of his because he knew he had to prep you enough so it wouldn't end up feeling uncomfortable to you taking his bulky cock.

yet this time, you gaze up at him in open expectation, before stopping him from shuffling between your thighs, "no.. i want you now," you softly feel up his stomach as a sign of desire before smirking, "it's not like it makes a difference with your size, come here," before quickly wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down.

you kiss and lick over the slight confusion on alhaitham's face as he props your soaked hole with his middle finger breezily, "didn't i say you're not supposed to lie?"

"and what was that about always being honest in a relationship?" he affirms, stilling the movement of his finger before dropping his body on the mattress, the sheer impact of his weight falling to the bed making you tumble slightly.

"come on then," he urges you confidently, snaking his arms towards your hips before lifting you above his pulsing erection, your wet folds sitting gently against his cock throbbing between, "if that's what you believe, you can ride me tonight, correct?"

"..uh, sure," your voice wasn't anywhere near his confidence and you didn't believe it was even possible for you to reach that level in the first place. although your rhythm was hesitant at first, you begin to lift yourself up as alhaitham wraps his palm around his aching shaft, giving it a good stroke and making you line yourself up alone.

you don't mind, do you? not under any condition could it be difficult if what you've said was the truth and nothing but the truth.

his fingers dig into your hips as you take his cock head, the stretch of it slightly burning. but you're determined, in fact, you never achieved victory against alhaitham and perhaps, that was your secret time to shine.

breaking the silence, you wince before a dozen of soft, silken moans gash from your mouth, not making it any easier for you. nevertheless, you carry on to move your hips, thighs shuddering and your hands finding support by leaning against his toned abs.

"f-fuck—" a needy whine echoes and finds alhaitham's ears as the glow of shyness in your gaze refuses to meet his intense, sweltering one.

he hums, making you whimper, "you need help?" as his fingers compress into your skin to shift his hips up and hold yours down at the same time, forcing your cunt to take a couple inches more.

your head immediately lolls back as he bottoms up again, again and again until he's filling the space in your hole, sliding his palms over your ass and kneading a fistful of flesh before dragging you up and down his length. alhaitham can make out the beauty of your figure even better now, he might become addicted to this position presenting him your bothered face, your erected nipples and your beautiful tummy all for his eyes to relish in.

"too slow," but you melt into his touch regardless, shivering above him, "didn't expect anything else," yet it was so amusing to him— because watching through alhaitham's pair of eyes, you should certainly do this more often, in fact, there was nothing that turned him on more than proving you wrong.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[clairewritesfanfics]

Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader Part 1

Synopsis: A depressed, transmigrated fan dedicates their life worshipping their favorite character. (Because not everyone can be a badass like MC.)

Trigger Warnings: depression, mentions of self-harm and suicide attempts

Imagine being a depressed and overworked person, on the brink of throwing away your life, when your attempt is interrupted by an ad of Sylus' voice saying, "I adore you. There is no love purer than mine." Broken and alone, the words of a fictional character sends you to tears and you stop yourself from doing the unthinkable.

Finding hope again, if only in the brief moments spent playing a dating sim, you decided to give life a chance. You continued with the same routine, waking up, going to work, eating the same cheap meals from the convenience store and finding happiness with your favorite character. You used any spare money you had to buy Sylus merch and get all his cards. Life wasn't perfect, but you were content.

Until one day, you were sucked into a mysterious wormhole that transported you to a familiar, otherworldly room filled with rare metals, sparkling jewels and all sorts of weapons. 

Lying on a bed of velvet is a back that is all too familiar.

You’ve taken over a hundred photos of that back and have memorized every vein, every muscle, even the way the spine dips oh so deliciously. 

Is this heaven? Paradise?

A place that grants all your hedonistic desires?

Did God take pity on your pathetic existence and decided to give you a second chance?

No, this is probably a dream–”Ow!” You pinch yourself a little too hard. Nope, not a dream.

You glance at your hands and body, you are still you. In the game, this part should be when the Main Character attempts an assassination, but you aren’t the MC here. There is a chance–no, the probability of you dying here is as good as 99%. You have no powers, no system, skill or cheat to help you here. 

But if you were going to die, at least you can go on your own terms.

“Um, excuse me? Hello?” 

The dragon says nothing and you opt to crawl towards him. “Mister Dragon? Are you awake?” Knowing that death is almost certain, you decide to throw away all inhibitions and reach out to trace the curve of his spine. “Hello–!”

His cold, spiked tail wraps around your waist until the tip rests on your chest. You cannot help but gasp when your favorite turns to face you.

No 3D rendered model or painting from your world could capture even a tenth of the true thing's magnificence. Official sources said he was 6'2", but the real thing looks like he surpassed two meters. He towered over you completely. Maybe it isn’t height alone but his very aura that makes you feel so small. 

He is so beautiful. 

“My, what do we have here? A stray puppy?”

That voice is as smooth and deep as melted chocolate. You want to thank God, Buddha, Satan and all other powerful entities for letting you witness this moment. 

He stares down at you, assessing everything. If you had known you’d end up here you would’ve taken a bath and worn something better. 

“How odd. You have no magic power and you lack any muscle that most assassins and warriors have. It’s almost as if you’re an ordinary person.”

Okay, ouch. But he isn’t wrong. 

You raise both hands. “You’re right, I’m as average as they come.” 

“Then tell me what an ‘average’ citizen such as yourself wanted with me.”

You tilt your head in thought before answering, “I wanted to meet you.”

“Surely, you’re joking.”

“I’m perfectly serious.”

“You must take me for a fool.”

“No, I truly did want to meet you.” 

“Why are you here? Surely, you didn’t come here to die.”

“No.” Though you were prepared. “I just wanted to see you.”

The fiend watches you closely. His eyes can pierce through any lie, but your gaze is as clear as a cloudless sky and without a trace of deception. He is unsure how to feel about this.

“You’re quite bold. But an ordinary person wanting to meet me for the sake of it feels too odd to be true. Quite stupid, even. Did it ever occur to you that I may not be so polite and just end up taking your heart?”

You raise your head, steady and unfearful as you ask, “Will taking my heart make you happy?” 

You want to tell him that every part of you belongs to him now, but even you would cringe at such cheesiness. You decide to be normal about this. “If my organs will make you happy then take them, but I do have a request.” You wriggle closer. “When you take my heart, please look into my eyes until I die.”

You’ve met your favorite, your savior. In a way, Sylus gave you a second chance at life. It seemed only fitting to perish with him being the last thing you see. 

Sylus stares at you with guarded curiosity. “I’ve never met someone so eager to die before. Either that or you are an excellent liar.” Some humans are trickier than others, they will say anything to get the upper hand. 

“Don’t get cocky, human.” His tail tightens around you. “I don’t know what you’re planning but it’d be all too easy to kill you.”

He expects you to resist, to scream or cry or seduce him. 

Instead, you cover your mouth, the edges curling upwards despite your efforts to appear serious. But it’s not your fault, he’s so cute when he tries to be menacing! You have no doubt that he’d just kill an NPC, but he will always be attractive to you, even as he threatens to rip your heart out.

“This is no laughing matter. Dragons are territorial, you should’ve thought twice before trespassing into my domain.”

“Sy–ahem, Mister Dragon, please remember my request when you end my life.”

“... I’m really going to do it.”

“I know!” You nod your head vigorously, the grin you try so hard to suppress looks ridiculous to him. Compared to throwing yourself in front of a train or overdosing on pills, this is your ideal way to die.

“...” 

“...”

“... tsk.” He releases you and you can’t help but miss the feeling of his tail choking you. Oh, well. 

“Mister Dragon?”

He returns to lying on his treasures, back turned away from you. 

Not wanting him to think that you were going to backstab him, you get down on all fours and crawl towards the fancy bed. “Sir Dragon?” 

He remains silent.

"Amazing, extraordinary, most handsome and venerable Lord Dragon–”

"Enough. Don't call me those embarrassing titles." He sighs and proceeds to give you his name. In the game's canon, the MC couldn't pronounce his name properly and called him Sylus instead. But the MC and Sylus have yet to meet.

Before you are two choices: 1) use his proper name, or 2) pretend that you can't pronounce it and ask to use "Sylus" instead. With the first option, there would be a connection between the two of you due to being the only person alive who knows his name. With the latter, you'd be stealing a defining moment for the heroine. Either way, the consequences will result in you forming a bond with Sylus.

The dragon waits for you to reply.

There is no need to complicate things, so you beam stupidly. "Your name is kind of hard to pronounce... can I just call you 'Sylus' instead?"

"Do what you want."

"Thanks."

“This is the part where you tell me your name.” He can’t believe he was teaching etiquette to a human.

“Er, right.” You give him your name. Though with that voice, he can call you whatever he wants.

“I won’t stop you so go back the way you came and leave me be.”

“I can’t.”

“This isn’t a request. Get out while I’m still being patient.”

“I mean, I literally can’t. I’m not from this place and I don’t know how to get back home.” To be frank, you have little interest in returning. Aside from the next LADS update, you aren’t going to miss anything. No friends, no family, only superiors who took advantage of you and a cold, barren apartment with a rent that was two months due. 

Sylus sighs and rolls over. He lays an arm over his torso, looking gorgeous as he looks at you with eyes full of disdain. “Trying to get me to pity you, isn’t going to work.”

“I’m not.” You don’t need his or anybody else’s pity. You are simply tired, and you were sick of pretending that you aren’t. When Sylus does lose his temper, then at least you could be honest in your final moments. 

Part 2: here Masterlist: here

Edit: Had to tweak the part where Sylus gives his name to Y/N.

[natewriteslol]

Delicious In Dungeon Having a Crush on You HC's!

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Summary: Just like the title says, how they would act if they had a crush on you including how you find out!

Pt.2 w Kabru, Shuro and Falin!

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Senshi:

-I'm not going to lie it is going to take a fat minute for him to fess up his feelings for you let alone for people to notice because it is the little things that stand out.

-Senshi is really good at keeping secrets and is a really private person and fights for his peace

-So what if he may slip a little bit more food onto your plate, make your favorite dishes only for you if the ingredients for it just so happens to be in his bag, is always the first person to get you out of a dangerous situation? It's all out of convenience and being kind

-But his lack of casualty is also really telling like when giving out compliments he sometimes has a tinge of shyness to his voice, "You look...very nice y-yes"

-The way you find out he has a crush on you is because he eventually comes to a realization that he cannot keep running away from his problems because that has never ended in anything good and confesses his feelings for you

-It happened whilst everyone was asleep and it was just you two alone by the fire, the embers were crackling and you always enjoyed watching it ablaze while talking with Senshi. Eventually he piped up after staying silent for so long and having you take the lead in talking,

"I don't mean to corner you, nor do I expect you to feel the same but...I have feelings for you, genuinely Y/N. And, meeting you in this party means the world to me as in a way you all are unique treasures but you. I couldn't imagine just walking away without letting you know how much you mean to me."

-Honestly, Senshi is one of the least in denial about this predicament with his feelings and will come to you sooner

Marcille:

-A person who completely avoids her feelings for you like the plague and will deny like her life depends on it

-She swears to others that it's just because you're an amazing friend!

-She brings you your favorite sweet treats, offers to cast magic for your slightest inconveniences, she just so happens to bring books that are about the things you mentioned one off or are a specific interest you love

-The contrast of how she treats others vs. You is so jarring and it's really obvious that she has a crush on you. She is really protective and a bit possessive (not in a weird way) over you and she does not really care about the other people in her party like that

-Anytime she's afraid of something, she holds onto you, Marcille is VERY touchy with her crush

-The blonde blushes pretty consistently and is really shy when it comes to you and tries to appear nonchalant but fails miserably

-It's honestly so bad that even Laios caught on after Senshi threw him a clue and one time when it was just him asked her, which resulted in her coming clean and being VERY distressed as if she committed a crime

-The way you find out she has a crush on you is when you're on a mission in a dungeon. She was near a weeping willow exerting mana, rumored to grant wishes to anyone who asks.

-She held a piece of paper and was on her knees, looking up at the grand tree on the soft blades of grass. She began speaking to the tree once you silently walked in through the cave hole to check on her and the half-elf was completely unknowing of your intrusion,

-"Please they're the love of my life, and I'm not asking to force them but maybe...show me a sign if they like me back. They make me feel like no other and I am just so confused and I need guidance, Ancient Willow."

Chilchuck:

-Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny.

-Oh, and did I say deny

-He absolutely hates being the person caught with egg on his face and being in the wrong, so the fact that he himself Mr. 'No Party Romances' violated his own rules?

-He wants to fall into a hole right on the spot

-While he is a grown ass man and doesn't want to be a coward, Chilchuck doesn't want to face this problem head on surprisingly (sarcasm)

-He shows his love for you by trying to keep you the safe the most out of everyone in the party, scolds you HEAVILY when you mess up that could've cost you your life

-Some may say that it's just Chilchuck's explosive nature, Senshi was actually the first to see through it and grow suspicion over his behavior but honestly didn't have enough evidence for his theory and was shot down by Laios and Marcille

-It's not extremely obvious his slight shift in treatment until you had been kidnapped by the Chain Devil to protect Chilchuck from it's clutches

-And multiple times have members of the party have been kidnapped and although shaken he was able to keep his cool...but this time it was heavily different

-He let out a horrified scream that they had never heard from the Half-Foot before. He scrambled to his feet after watching you getting pulled into the darkness, his eyes were glassy and full of panic as he asked the rest on what they should do

-When they get you back, you were too tired to really stand so you laid in the sleeping bag as everyone else slept as well, but the brown haired man never left your side and watched as you slept

-...or so he thought

-You find out about his true feelings as you laid in your sleeping bag. As you were drifting in and out consciousness but felt light weight on the side of your body and Chilchuck began to talk to you, asking if you were awake

-"Good, you're fast asleep...I hope you know that I'm not hard on you because I don't like you that's...not even close to the truth.

I love you, so much and...I get so damn scared for you."

Laios:

-Constant. Monster. Facts.

-One of the things that makes Laios so attracted to you is that you listen and like when he nerds out so please be prepared. You're a safe space to spew out knowledge and it means the world to him

-Consistently gives you small little gifts, but then sometimes gifts to the others so it doesn't look suspicious. Maybe it was something with the light but, the look in his eye as he gave you the bracelet and put it on you was so different.

-Usually doesn't care about other people being in a towels or shirtless, but when it's you he feels like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. When he sees your collar bones and he tries to keep it very lokwey, but is highkey blushing

-Gives you some sketches of your favorite creatures, always "accidentally" makes your favorite dish for dinner nights, pouts a little when you need to be gone without him for a little

-If you're ever feeling insecure he might open his gob a little too much, "I get maybe why you'd feel that way but, if you ask me I think it's pretty hot" he says with a blank, enthusiastic smile on his face not at all understanding how that could come off

-You find out that the knight has a crush on you the first time he gets absolutely hammered with Senshi, Chilchuck as he was convinced by the two to get drunk

-The bar was packed in one of the "safe spaces" in town and you and Marcille were kinda the designated sober people within your party, and whilst the half elf was in the bathroom you decided to get some fresh air and got up from the stool seat

-"Whatcha' doing party is jus' getting started?" Laios asks

-You shot him a look over the shoulder and responded softly, "I need some fresh air hun, I'll be right back."

-And there went his inner dialogue. Out his mouth.

-"Woah, how sexy. Being in love really sucks sometimes since I'd really do tricks like a dog to be with them good god."

-The look you gave dobered him almost completely, and if that wasn't enough Marcille was right behind him and heard every word

-Love is cringe but he is free I guess.

Part Two:Kabru, Shuro and Falin!

[newtkelly]

do you have any fave long bucktommy oneshots?

thank you for asking, i absolutely do! here are my long bucktommy oneshot fic recs. these fics are 10k-30k words (admittedly there are a few exceptions, but those feel longer than they actually are), and they are posted in one chapter. listed in order of published date. enjoy!

i sing of bitter earth by @middyblue [ao3 profile]

Published: 05-07-2024 | Words: 12,037 | Rated T

In his head, on the job, he can walk away from it. The underworld that lies in wait inside him stays behind and it’s just him and the rope, the hose, the halligan; give him a puzzle to solve and a caller to rescue and it’s like everything is air, rosy and clear and fragrant as an open field.

The Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve floods. Taylor falls; Tommy falls; Buck falls.

this was one of the first 9-1-1 fics to make a serious impression on me. i was, and still am, so taken by the imagery, the action, and the thematic storytelling. it bravely leans into being an emergency-based fic, and it genuinely made me want to tell a story like that, too. the prose and the characterization and the taylor/tommy dynamic are all so brilliant. definitely one of my most formative, influential, and cherished 9-1-1 fics.

an outlier that should not be counted by @dadvans [ao3 profile]

Published: 05-11-2024 | Words: 7,429 | Rated E

Buck knows a lot of random trivia. Tommy falls in love with him one fact at a time.

okay, i know this the shortest thing on this list, but listen. where would we all be without this fic? there is a reason it's sitting pretty at 22k hits. could honestly be the origin of many of the fandom's core bt dynamic headcanons. a delightful, witty read that captures the early excitement of bt like lightning in a bottle.

awful quiet here since love fell asleep by @cecilyv & @liminalmemories21 [ao3 profiles x & x]

Published: 05-14-2024 | Words: 15,632 | Rated M

The Buck/Tommy break up/make up fic that literally no one was asking for but me. Things don’t always work out, the first time around.

"We'll be friends?" Because this is the right move, the smart move.

There's an expression he can't read that crosses Tommy's face, but then he nods, and sticks out his hand for Buck to shake. "Of course."

Buck hates it. But he made the bed, it's his to lie in. They shake on it.

the original break up fic. this is an amazing buck character study that honestly feels a bit prophetic in retrospect. i remember how i felt reading this, so heartbroken but so obsessed with the way buck navigated through understanding his own loneliness. it's absolutely joyful.

something ‘bout a boat by @swiftietartt [ao3 profile]

Published: 05-30-2024 | Words: 9,825 | Rated E

Tommy introduces Evan to his friends.

this is my one of my most cherished fics, i honestly cannot articulate how intensely i feel about it or do its brilliance much justice. begging you to read it if you haven't. to this beautiful author, should you ever write buck and tommy again, please know i will be first in line to read it. this story is charming beyond belief. this version of tommy is not one that you read about often, and i fucking love that. in this story, tommy is aloof but well-loved, has a delightful circle of true friends, and he has a fucking boat. there is not that much buck in this story, though he is omnipresent in a way. it builds and builds up to them finally getting to be alone below deck, and it's all the more delicious because of the wait. fabulously unique, there is really nothing else like it.

a full-body workout by @persiflager [ao3 profile]

Published: 07-02-2024 | Words: 7,901 | Rated E

When Tommy turns back to Eddie he finds Eddie giving him a knowing look. “Laundry and meal prep, huh?”

another one that is so carefully written that it feels longer than it is. one of the things i love so much about this story is the trio dynamic. the evolved friendship that eddie has with buck and tommy is, at least for me, best depicted here than anywhere else i've ever seen it. and, on top of that, there is just something so appealing to me about spending an entire day wanting to fuck so bad, but your friend is over so you've gotta practice patience. the anticipation that builds is really nuanced, it's truly a perfectly told slice of life.

the suffering of evan buckley('s sex drive) by @sugarpenchant [ao3 profile]

Published: 07-16-2024 | Words: 10,513 | Rated E

Tommy has been gone fighting fires for a month as vital air support, which would be fine—except for the fact that Buck has finally gotten a taste of sex with Tommy only for it to be cruelly whisked away. Buck finally gets his chance to join the firefighting efforts on the front lines and hopefully, someday before the world ends, ideally, he’ll get to see Tommy again.

There is a chance that Buck is being a little overdramatic about the whole thing, but a month is a really long time to go without the wonder of your brand new boyfriend.

posted for day 2 prompt of five alarm fest: after a dry spell

i need you to understand exactly one thing. this is the hottest fic ever. no like, this is the hottest fic i've read in years. buck, having just gotten dicked down for the first few times loses a summer of lovin' to a wildfire. tommy's on the frontlines, and what does buck do? he joins the ranks just for the possibility to be physically closer to him (and his dick). the world-building is fantastic for its length, particularly with the inclusion of lone star characters. when they finally see each other that first time, goddamn. the way they want each other but can't do a thing is a tease like nothing else. but where there's a will, there's a way. the fuck they manage to fit in between fighting the wildfire is a high that buck is able to ride (pun intended) for a while. i'm literally so addicted to this fic. erotic perfection.

knee deep in the passenger seat by @firstaudrina [ao3 profile]

Published: 08-08-2024 | Words: 9,039 | Rated E

What Buck liked best was that first thrill — a smile returned, a flirtatious joke — and then the heated next-next-next, all the things he still had to learn there.

aka Buck begins (in bed).

this ends with bucktommy, but it's a lot more than that and that isn't the draw of this fic. this is for the evan buckley lovers. this is like going to your favorite porn star's profile and watching a snippet of every single thing they've ever starred in. it's so good, it's so hot, it's so complicated. a great and very unique read.

bop it, twist it, pull it by @al-the-remix [ao3 profile]

Published: 08-14-2024 | Words: 21,642 | Rated E

“Hey!”

He doesn’t mean to yell, but Tommy still jumps a little beneath him. “Jesus, Evan, what–”

“You have a fucking dick piercing,” Buck half proclaims, half accuses. This is what Tommy has been holding out on all this time?

or

Buck discovers more about Tommy (and himself) through Tommy's piercings.

there's something about this fic that fits so perfectly into my fantasy of tommy. there's this punkishness about him in my head, and maybe that is a feeling that carried over from seeing pictures of lfj as a young, bulky, pierced scoundrel, but this story fits that image. super hot, a wealth of edginess.

fever's high with the lights down low by @kirkaut [ao3 profile]

Published: 09-07-2024 | Words: 11,731 | Rated E

No one has ever done this for him before. He didn’t even know how badly he wanted someone to do this - to think of him this way, to not only shoulder some of his weight but to want to - until this moment. Most people he’s dated have tended to give him a wide berth after a long, grueling shift, and he’d always thought that was what he wanted. It had been a little lonely, sure, but there wasn’t much he typically did afterwards that wasn’t refuel and rest.

Maybe he should have known better when it comes to Evan, who had jumped feet first into this relationship and never once looked back. Evan, who has worked these kinds of shifts himself and understands Tommy in a way that none of his exes ever have before.

Evan, who pours the love out of himself like it's as easy as breathing.

i remember reading this story for the first time. i was on vacation in a hotel bed, and i just felt so luxurious and indulgent getting to read this unbelievably hot, heartfelt story in utter comfort. it's the perfect analogy for how this fic makes you feel. it's pwp at its honest best.

engine purr by @epiphainie [ao3 profile]

Published: 09-16-2024 | Words: 15,010 | Rated E

“Oh! Yes. My car, my Jeep, I mean,” Buck said, gaze falling on the hands reaching for a rag. “It just sputtered and died on me right outside of town and there was no reception… I-I didn’t know what to do so I just… walked.” He swallowed and looked up again. “I thought I could call Triple A? Or maybe 9-1-1?”

The guy looked at Buck. There was a slight furrow to his brows, a tinge of bemusement in his eyes. The lines of his face were sharp and straight everywhere, but well-worn too, making Buck realize he was older than him by at least a decade and some change, if not more.

“That’s not for 9-1-1. And Triple A costs an arm and a leg if you don’t have a membership,” he said in a languid voice. “Lucky for you, though, you walked into this town’s one-and-only repair shop.”

buck takes a road trip before his new job, the jeep breaks down in the middle of nowhere, a small-town mechanic helps him out

my friend is a genius. okay full disclosure, au is not always my thing, and never my preference. i know that is a very unpopular opinion, but i think i am just very picky about it - but when it's done well, it can't be beat. this fic is fucking amazing and the age difference is a thing to behold. i always find myself so immersed in mimi's stories, particularly the dialogue. as i was reading this fic, i would find myself deep in one of buck and tommy's conversations and be so struck by how tangible and accurately articulated the characters are. in my own writing, i drag my feet over dialogue, never really knowing if something is too long-winded, or far too short. that happens to be mimi's strength, especially here - their conversations are perfectly paced, chatty, and true. beyond that, i could probably gush just as much over how hot the tension, build-up, and well-earned sex is in this fic. my fiancé called it the hottest bt she's ever read. by the way, even as i write this little blurb, my mind is saturated with images of tommy's apartment over his shop, and that is a true testament to the visceral and descriptive writing that is achieved here. i will wrap this up by saying i truly cannot wait until the next part in this story is posted! god, i love good writing.

in a yellow wood by @cecilyv & @liminalmemories21 [ao3 profiles x & x]

Published: 11-10-2024 | Words: 9,847 | Rated E

It’s been three years since the break-up when Tommy saves a family and it upends his life.

He’s paying more attention to explaining what the various levers and controls do than he is to what’s going on in the hangar and his head whips around when he hears a familiar voice saying. “Kam, the whole point of leaving my kid with you was to not take him to work.”

this is one of two break up/make up fics that i hold very dear. there are things that ring very true about it, and things that are legitimately haunting. they're apart for years - right from the jump, that is a sobering revelation. buck has a baby. buck doesn't look like he used to - his hair is shorter, he has a slighter frame. his life, his body, his world has changed. but he wears the maturity well, and he wears fatherhood well, and tommy wants in and he fucking earns a seat at the table. he earns love, he earns a family. it's a fucking beautiful rosy picture of what a future could be. it's so special, and so healing.

closet conversations by @eyesonstars-feetonground [ao3 profile]

Published: 11-12-2024 | Words: 10,599 | Rated M

Six months is a long time to stick around if he thought you’d dump him.

OR

After his boyfriend dumps him, Evan Buckley goes on a date, makes a new friend, has some conversations, and realizes he's queer. Tommy haunts him every step of the way.

this break up/make up is a triumph. very, very special to me. my favorite thing about this story is that it is a love letter to queer media and culture. this fic grabs one of the loosest threads of buck and tommy's canon relationship and pulls and pulls at it, taking a closer look at what it means for buck to date and fuck a guy for six months but not be able to correct some girl that he was on a date (for his six month anniversary, no less), or correct maddie that he isn't gay. it's one of so many things that deserves closer analyzation, and it's done so brilliantly here. buck and queerness go so, so well together - i am desperate for more carefully constructed analyses and stories like this one.

[carbonfiction]

I cannot lie to y'all, this thought is brough to you by me being absolutely riddled with covid (so i dont know if any of this will even make sense) but also ovulating (meaning im horribly feral)

Logan always knowing exactly what you need and when. Always ready to take care of you. He can tell, when you wake up that bit more high strung; or when you come home.. That almost vacant look on your face.

Hes often slow, calculated with it. Wordlessly feeling out what you need from him; if you need extra praise and care. If you need him to hold you tight and coo in your ear; worship every inch of you. "Thats it, yea good girl, doin so well" "my pretty baby hm? Gorgeous girl with a gorgeous cunt" "feelin good baby? Yea? You tell me what you'd like, m' yours, your cock to use"

Or.. if its the opposite and you want him meaner, rougher and less careful. You want his hands to tap at your cheeks, want to feel the weight of his hand on your throat. Teeth nipping at your skin, grip tight and bruising to your hips as his thrusts punch the air from your lungs; leave you gasping for breath. Blasphemy falling from his own bitten lips- "filthy fuckin girl, just made to take cock ain't ya" "cunt so tight s' like you dont beg to cum on me every night" "Dont you cum yet, ah ah, dont you dare, desperate sluts cum when i tell em, not before"

But.. In truth it doesnt matter how you need it, it'll always start the same. Slow touches, sloppy kisses, stripping naked in his lap until your chest to chest, split open on by his girth.

Tonight you dont know what it is you crave, just as long as your sat flush on his cock. You bounce steadily, his hands roaming and gripping anywhere he can reach have you whining in his ear. "That's it" he praises, voice rough. "Doin good baby, just keep emptying that gorgeous head of yours.."

And when you sob into his neck, at his words, the delicious rub of his pubic bone to your throbbing clit. "yea.. Yea thats it, get that head nice and empty while your pussy's all full. Dont need to think, dont need to do anything but bounce"

When you shatter around him, you dont stop bouncing. Your fingers cluch tight at his hair, panting into his mouth. You barley register hes speaking- breathing the words into your drooling mouth. "S' my girl, use that cock, s' all yours honey. S' always been yours."

In conclusion... If anyone needs me ill be Horny sobbing in the corner..

[secretneverland]

handsy | yang jeongin

yang jeongin x reader

18+ mdni

smut below line!

jeongin had picked out a beautiful deep red dress that hugged your figure perfectly. it would also expose your entire ass if you were to bend over, but he just saw that as an added bonus.

he wanted to spoil you, so he had purchased the dress and some new jewelry for you to wear with it to dinner with the boys.

it wasn't often you were invited to a fancy dinner like this, but that was mostly because they were all too busy working to sit down and have a proper meal at a nice restaurant.

the opportunity arose this time because they had just released a new album. they would be getting a break, and they wanted to all celebrate their hard work before splitting off to take separate small personal vacations.

you nearly ended up late, jeongin finding it difficult to keep his hands off of you. you were afraid he was going to tear the dress off of you before you had even slipped your heels on.

luckily, you were able to tame the beast for the moment, and you made it right on time to the reservation.

the boys and their respective partners greeted the two of you sweetly, exchanging small hugs and friendly pecks on the cheek before you sat down, ending up between felix and your boyfriend.

everything was going smoothly, conversation and champagne flowing freely.

and then you felt it.

jeongin's long fingers stroking your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core. you gave him a sideways glance, but he pretended as if he didn't know what was going on.

you lightly pinched the top of his hand in warning, but he didn't move.

instead, he trailed it up higher beneath your dress, fingertips brushing your clothed cunt. you swallowed thickly, trying not to let him get to you.

that didn't last long, because before you knew it, he had pushed a digit into your leaking pussy, slowly thrusting it in and out.

you slightly squirmed in your seat but played it off as if you were just adjusting your dress where it had ridden up.

there was plenty of conversation going and you were thankful, afraid that if not, everyone would hear the way jeongin was now fucking you with two fingers. your slick had to be all over his hand and your thighs at this point. you wouldn't be surprised if it was creating a puddle on your chair as well.

you leaned in and whispered, "innie, please, not here," but all he did was give you a sweet peck on the nose, playing it up for his friends who watched and cooed at how loving their precious maknae was toward his partner.

his fingers curled, pressing into that delicious spot that nearly made you see stars every time he hit it, and you gasped.

a hand flew over your mouth as felix looked over at you. "everything okay, y/n?" he asked like the sweetheart he was.

"i'm okay," you assured, quickly coming up with a lie. "just got a cold chill all of a sudden. caught me off guard." you lightly laughed it off, felix nodding with a smile.

subtly, you glared at jeongin, who was wearing a shit eating grin, fingers never ceasing.

your thighs clamped around his hand, trying to stop him as you found your orgasm approaching.

you begged him with your eyes, but he only continued, causing you to bury your face in his neck to try and muffle the moans threatening to pour out of you. you bit down on the collar of his blazer, trying to even out your breathing.

"is y/n alright?" chan asked, looking over from across the table with a furrowed brow.

jeongin pulled his fingers out of you, wiping his hand on his pant leg. "i think she's just had a little too much to drink. i'm gonna take her home now, if that's alright."

the boys and their partners nodded, bidding the two of you goodbye as jeongin led you out of the restaurant and to his car.

"i cannot fucking believe you—"

he clamped his hand over your mouth, eyes dark as his gaze met yours.

"oh, sweetheart, this is only the beginning of the night."

want more? check out my masterlist!

[anonymous-dee]

My Top 5 Scum Villain Ships

5.CumPlane

There’s just something so silly about them. I love the way they bicker and banter, and you can’t deny the obvious shitpost potential of them both coming from the real world.

I fucking love the memes where they’re speaking in brainrot to each other and all the other peak lords are like 🤨❓

4. MoShang

They make me so mad fr. I stand with SQH as a child of divorce so yk, I can’t be too upset with him. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THEIR ABANDONMENT TRAUMAS LOVE TO CLASH CONSTANTLY AND IT’S SO DJFJDJF 🍽️ I hate it so much *desperately filling my plate with fics and fan art and headcanons and—*

3. JiuYuan / ScumCum

Another ship w the sillies. One of my favorite dynamics with JiuYuan is Shen Yuan being like “ugh” but then realizing how broken Shen Jiu is and then going “sigh, I can fix him…” and then he DOES fix him and it’s sweet and cute and perfect.

And yk, I think it’s so important for Shen Jiu to experience kindness and gentle touch and actual love, and it’s like YEAH I love the drama of QiJiu and LiuJiu, but with QiJiu it doesn’t hit the same because in order for it to work in a /gen way, Yue Qingyuan has to have his redemption arc and regain Shen Jiu’s broken trust.

I still do ship LiuJiu ans QiJiu, but ScumCum is just more wholesome in my eyes.

With Shen Yuan, there was no original betrayal, he just comes out of the transmigration oven with warm hands and healing vibes. For the most part.

I like that they are both also similar in a hater way too. If you think about it, they’re both 100% capable of going on the BEST RANTS and being a hater and I just KNOW they have the BEST debriefs after seeing the others do questionable things in public. Yk, they give each other the 👀 “are u seeing this shit” look knowing fully well they are both gonna have a 2 hour mutual ted talk about the absolute audacity.

You also gotta love the dynamic of Tsundere (soft) and Tsundere (will kill a bitch). Because on one hand Shen Yuan has to have his gay awakening so he’s in denial for a hot minute. And then you have Shen Jiu who’s ALSO in denial—probably also in the closet bc he has to overcome his mental block of fearing/despising all men before he can become open to the idea of allowing one man.

#not all men #actually yes, all men #just not that one in particular #yeah him, the fucking twink in the back

And then you can easily end up with a dynamic where both of them realize their feelings and it turns into

SJ: god shen yuan is so fucking annoying (wasn’t allowed to kill someone)

NPC: yeah I hate that guy

SJ: what the FUCK did you just fucking say

I love them thanks.

2. BingLiuShen

**CREDIT BOTH OF THESE BEAUTIFUL ART PIECES TO SAIRUSB AND CHECK OUT THEIR PAGE THEIR ART IS AMAZING**

Slot number 2 goes to BingLiuShen. Everyone repeat after me: SHEN QINGQIU HAS TWO HANDS!

I think the most interesting part about any Poly ship is the multitude of dynamics; it’s more than just SQQ x LQG x LBH. It’s also BingQiu. It’s also LiuShen. It’s also…uh, BingLiu(?) for the life of me I cannot remember if that’s their ship name, BUT ANYWAY.

Each of these individual dynamics has its own individual charm that gets explored once you start overlapping them together. You have the base with some delicious seasoning if you will.

Not gonna lie, it was a 100% tag team effort between SairusB and Celardor that initially sold me on BingLiuShen.

I love Luo Binghe being a menace, Shen Qingqiu being ‘:3’, and Liu Qingge being shy and not used to romance at all. Not that any of them really are, but I love how many ways you can play around with this specific concept, which I will elaborate on more in the next part of the post.

(Anyone who knows me, you know who I’m putting in the number 1 slot)

Everyone please read Sharing is Caring / Love in Another Shape by Celardor on ao3 that fic literaly altered by brain chemistry and it’s so fucking good please believe me PLEASE

1. LiuShen

**CREDIT THIS BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK TO VELINXI, THE ARTIST FOR THE ENGLISH VERSION OF SVSSS**

My beloveds. My silly little guys. My pretty scrimblos. My mipys. Ft. the art that got me to See The Vision™️ for the first time.

Love that we get LiuShen art in the official artstyle btw, I will never shut up about it bc Velinxi’s art is so gorgeous and I cherish everything she draws so so so dearly.

LiuShen is so special to me. I’ve talked about it several times before on my blog but I just love their dynamic so much. Somehow despite both being tsunderes (well, idk if I count SQQ as a FULL tsundere, but still) they end up being so soft with one another it’s so fucking wholesome.

As much as I do enjoy BingQiu, I say as it did not make the top 5 list LMFAO I absolutely love how many ways there are to write LiuShen. Given that SQQ is ship silly putty already, it really does provide the opportunity for endless fun.

There are fics where both of them are self aware of how they feel, there are fics where neither of them are. There are fics where one of them realzies they like the other and have no shame about it. And BOTH are equally as entertaining. I love ‘:3 Liu shidi is pretty I wanna touch him’ fics just as much as I love ‘>:( I’m gonna bring Shen Yuan courting gifts and challenge him to a fight to express my devotion’ ones.

And then you have the fics where one of them is oblivious and accidentally ends up married to the other—I’ve seen it go both ways and it’s perfect every time I swear to god.

Props to Celardor AGAIN because I think they perfectly balance the tsundere and soft vibes between the two. The fic “Sharing is Caring” goes beyond just the silly wife plot it starts out as. It deadass goes from “teehee silly wife plot” to “let’s actually explore the dynamic and the world and the plot beyond just this silly adventure”

Celardor said “I think I see potential here” and both parts of the fic series amount to 254,349 words AND COUNTING BC PART 2 ISN’T DONE YET.

Okay this isn’t a fic review this is a SHIP review so setting Celardor’s fic hesitantly aside, it’s sort of hard for me to explain how much they make me happy but I just love the blushy x blushy dynamic so much LET THEM BE SHY AND SOFT TO EACH OTHER AAAAH

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

What is your favorite SVSSS ship?

[georgiapeach30513]

Nothing You Could Do, Part 2

Summary: Steve has to find you, and be honest.

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, fingering, oral sex (M receiving), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7K

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*dividers created by @saradika-graphics

You ache. Your body is on fire, and hurting in places you didn’t think possible. Your muscles tinge with the ways they were stretched, pulled, and relished. Your core throbs with a rawness of where Steve was all night long. Riding you. Moving inside of you, and fucking inot you.

All. Fucking. Night. Long.

How many showers have you had? Orgasms? How many ways were you twisted in a pretzel? And how is this hard body still so soft and warm in the most comforting of ways? You sit up groaning, and stretching out your wrought body, wondering just how you did the things you did. Eyes closing, you inhale. The heady scent of fucking Steve is all around you.

Who is this man? And can he do what he did to you again next weekend? Your body will need a few days to recover after that marathon. You could get used to this. Normally you’re sneaking out, avoiding anymore conversation with the loser laying beside you. But this man is no loser. That is a man. All man. Every inch of him.

A very delicious, filthy, thick, sexy, hot, beautiful, warm man. You’re getting ahead of yourself, but you like this one. Like him enough to not want to run off. Like him just enough to want to cook something that was prepared in the microwave. You’re saving money after all, and only one person.

“Lay back down,” Steve pulls on your arm, bringing you back to his snuggly chest. His titties are like hard pillows, but in a good way. Your hand grazes up the sizable pec, playing with his hair on his chest when he groans. “How are you feeling?”

“Like you turned me out. You know what a balloon looks like when it’s been blown up, and it slowly deflates? That’s how my pussy feels,” that is one way to put it. She’s sore, and you don’t even recognize her.

He releases a hoarse chuckle, and that very pussy of yours pings at the sound. How is that sexy? Down girl. Do not get wet. “Well, I guess it’s good that there’s no more condoms, so I’m sorry, but we cannot be fucking anymore.”

“I don’t know whether to be thankful or whine that you’re not going to fuck me again,” your mind and body are saying two different things. Even though it might be difficult, the idea of having him inside of you again makes slick rush to your core, and you curse yourself.

“I wouldn’t say never again. But,” he yawns, stretching out his body. Tightening his muscles, and you grow weak. Wetness leaks out of you.! “But the lack of condoms, and your deflated balloon pussy, we’ll have to hold off.”

“Steve!”

“That’s what you called her!”

“You were the one that was fucking me hard last night!”

Steve gasps dramatically. Clutching his invisible pearls, “You kept screaming for me to fuck you harder!”

“I lacked the ability to talk last night. So this was determined to be a lie,” he snorts, rolling his eyes as he sits up in bed. The sheet drops around his beautiful body, and his cock is already hardening. Slut. “What are you doing?”

“Spread your legs, I want to see how swollen she is.”

“Why?” Smirking that devilish smile, and his fucking damn eyebrow, and you’re already spreading your legs, and leaning back on your elbows as he centers himself between your legs. So close your sex, and you can’t have him.

“Aww, honey, you’re soaked.”

“Am not,” he swipes a thick finger through your slit and holds up the sticky mess for you to view. “You’re so hot! She can’t help it.”

“Well, she is such a pretty girl. My god, she’s still so swollen, and gaping from my cock,” more like the pounds from his pelvis. The slaps from his hands. The suck from his lips, and the bites.

“You bit my clit last night!”

“If I recall, you cried out my name, and wet my face because you came so hard from your clit being bitten,” okay. This is nice. The most filthy words are being spread between the two of you, and it still is fun. “She is a pretty little pussy.”

“You keep staring, and I’ll have to,” you cut yourself off. No, you wouldn’t say such things. You know absolutely nothing about the crazy man that says he’s a presidential candidate, and that should be enough to get you running far far away.

“If we do this again, I’d like to get tested, and then we’ll cross that bridge. I’m only protecting both of us,” you know. It was just a moment of weakness. He leans forward kissing the lips between your legs, and sighs, “Still so sweet. But she does look a bit tired.”

“Did you just say that my pussy looks tired?”

“Seems like she’s not used to such a big cock.”

“She’s not,” not by a long shot. Not even your toys were quite that large.

“That’s too bad. You should be fucked good, and often. But she needs some rest,” his voice goes up too many octaves, and he baby talks to your sensitive flesh, and then pushes your legs together. finishing the conversation with ‘her’, and looks up at you. “However, do you want to see if you can come by sucking my cock?”

“Is that a thing?” There is no way that is a thing.

“Well, you could get on your knees on the couch, and let me fuck your mouth, and if you’re an extra good girl, I’ll even finger you,” oh. Oh, that sounds really nice. Sitting up on the bed, Steve pinches your nipples, and pulls you to him. Crashing his lips into yours, and he devours you. Kissing should not be this sexy. But there is an art to kissing. There needs to be enough hardness, but still have that element of soft sweetness.

He keeps his fingers on your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs, and then pinching harder, only to let go. The ultimate tease, and menace, and your body loves every second of it. “Can we keep the curtains open?”

He sucks on your tongue as he slowly pulls off you. Releasing your muscle slowly, and those dark blue eyes stare intently on your face. “It’s early.”

He looks towards the window, and starts to draw the curtains. Acting oddly about keeping everything hidden before he gives you a small little space of light. You love this city. Love being able to see it while still sleeping. “Is that all?”

“What do you think will happen if someone gets a picture of us in that position?” Who would want a picture of the two of you?

“Oh, that’s right, Mr. President.”

“You keep talking like that, and I won’t finger you,” you hop out of the bed, sauntering over to the couch before getting on all fours, and you wiggle your ass. “I’d really like to see you with a plug in that tight little ass.”

“Oh, while not opposed to anal play of any kind, I have to know you very well.”

Placing himself directly in front of you, he places each hand on your head. Keeping his eyes on you before you open your mouth wide. Sticking out and flattening your tongue, “Neither do I. Now, suck my cock, princess,” his voice is raw. So deep and raspy from the night before as he pushes into your mouth, and you hollow out your cheeks. Receiving him all the way into the back of your throat.

Peering up at him with glossy eyes as he pets around your face. Admiring just how submissive you could be. He fucks into you gently. Lazily even. Pumping his cock into you with a need to empty himself one more time, but this time, inside of you. Your lung sting with the lack of oxygen. Burning for another inhale before he pulls himself fully out, and air races into your lungs but he drives back into you quickly.

“My god, you look absolutely gorgeous like this,” his calloused thumb caresses your cheek as he beams down to you. “So pretty,” he repeats, and you open yourself wider. There’s no way that you’ll be able to take all of him in your mouth without him going down your throat. And maybe one day you’ll advance to that, but not today.

He slaps on your naked rear, chuckling when you lurch forward. “How’s this pretty little pussy looking, hmm?” He leans over your body, forcing you to take more of him, and he grabs each ass cheek, spreading you so wide. Steve gazes at your tender flesh, so raw and sore looking from his thrusts. Only a tiny part of him feels bad about it. The other part is so proud that you took him so well. And wants to know what you sound like when you squirm if he enters you again.

“She is looking a little bit sad, and she’s still crying for me, Princess,” you hum. Preening at his words. “But you did such a good job at being my little slut,” oh the degrading praises should not make your cunt throb the way it does. “You like that, hmm? You like me owning you?”

“Mhmm,” you say, your mouth full of him.

His fingers circle around your entrance, but never sink in their depths. He spreads around your sticky honey, and too gently rubs on your bundle of nerves. Even though you're sore, you want him. You whimper around his length, and he tsks, “I know. I know you think that you can handle it, but I’m not so sure. Maybe one finger?”

He answers by dipping one finger into your body, and he moves in and out of you at the same speed that you suck on his cock. You create a lazy little pattern. Moaning at the way that it feels almost sweet, in a very disgustingly slutty sort of way. And then he adds another finger, and his breathing hitches.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but she looks just as good stretching around my fingers. Where did you come from?” The sound in his voice makes you want to suck his soul right through his cock. It’s what he deserves for talking to you like that. He deserves to see you on your knees, ready to receive him.

You didn’t care that he is a crazy lying man. You can role play for this man. You’re the princess of Monaco, and he can be the president of the United States. You’d meet him at bars, and play all coy. You’d even wear a tiara if it meant that he was going to make you feel so — alive. Cherished. Pleasured.

The man has been treating you like an absolute whore, and it feels so fucking good. This is the treatment that women deserve on a daily basis. Men had the tools, but didn’t have the know-how. Steve knows how to make you feel lighter than air. Swimming in a sea of orgasms. Even sucking his cock while he fingers you is making arousal drip down your thighs.

Coating your legs, while Steve pants over you. Maneuvering your body, you cup his balls. Gently start to massage them, and the squeak and hitch in his voice makes you feel so powerful. You could own this man if you so chose to. And it only seemed fair since he without a doubt owned every inch of you, and every ounce of your pleasure.

You were utterly destroyed for other men, and it didn’t even have anything to do with love, it had to do with pure unadulterated pleasure. Animalistic even. No emotions are involved, but you feel it’s your duty to mate with this man. You’ve got to extend his genes, and you also know that you sound like a fucking idiot. What woman has sex with a man one night, and wants to procreate with him? Not really you, but you’d consider it.

“God, your mouth is perfect. I have never wanted — wanted to — fuck!” His words trail off as his hips start to buck into you more than you bobbing on him. He wants to come. He’s desperate to release, and can’t even think of his filthy words that you love too much. No, this man is melting into your palms from your amazing blowjob.

His movements become staggered and uneven. “You’re too good. Too fucking good,” ahh, that’s sweet. Romantic even. “Wh-wh-what — what’re you — what are,” you don’t know what he’s trying to say, don’t even care. You’ve made him breathless, and unable to speak, so you feel magical.

He fucks into you one hard deep thrust. His balls tighten ever so slightly, and you feel his warmth coat the back of your mouth. His essence starts to drip down your throat, and he stands to full height, “Get on your back, and I’ll let you come on my mouth,” you shake your head no as you sit down on the couch, “What? You didn’t come.”

“I know,” your voice is rough. Wiping around your mouth, you just smile at him. “Steve, trust me when I say that you more than supplied enough orgasms for me last night. And honestly, I don’t know if my body can handle another one.”

“It can,” his mouth tips up into a smile, and you shake your head no. “Yes, your body can take it. Let me prove it.”

“Or,” you wager with him. You’d take another one, but honestly, you’re starving. “How about you use whatever card you used to pay for this room, and get us the biggest breakfast that you can think of, and while we wait we can shower, and I can walk around with your shirt on.”

“And then…?”

“We part ways for now,” his face falls a bit with that remark. It’s not that you wanted to leave him, but you could get lost in fucking him. Forget your life, and your goals to to pleasure this man, and you didn’t want or need to do that.

He wasn’t quite ready to part ways with you, but he knew that Gail would be calling. There is always something to do, and he’d rather end things on a good positive note, and while he could actually tell you goodbye, and not have to run off to a meeting. He nods, agreeing to your terms, and sends a message to Peter. He needs a suit, and a car. And you need for him to wash your hair, and for him to treat you to an amazing breakfast.

But he wasn’t finished with you. Not by a long shot. He just hopes you’re not finished with him. Especially once you find out the truth. How you didn’t even know who he is, is still a mystery to him. But he’ll chalk it up to someone that did not get into politics, despite living in the city. It’s okay. As long as you aren’t down for just last night.

Steve twirls your earring in between his fingers. You’d lost the earring in the bed last night. At least he had an excuse to see you again. But a fake name. Of course you would use a fake name, and he honestly can’t say that he blames you. He didn’t expect any of that. He also doesn’t regret any of it. He wants to repeat it, but on a completely honest playing field.

His eyes start to close slowly, and he’s thankful that the team meeting is over. Starting to stand to leave, Gail shakes her head no, and points to his chair. He’s a grown man, but he knows that Gail’s job is not easy. Knows that she means well, even if she treats him like a child sometimes.

“I want everyone out of this room, except for you, Mr. Barnes,” her eyes stay on Steve, so he knows he’s included in staying behind. “Peter, have someone guarding the door,” his personal assistant gives a nod before Gail stands at the opposite end of the table. Her arms stretch wide over the table. Gail’s hand grips each side of the table as her vision narrows on Steve, but he remains leaning back in his chair comfortably.

“Is there something you would like to tell me, Steve?”

“This was an excellent meeting,” she clears her throat. “Umm, your pantsuit looks incredible,” she throws a Manila folder towards Steve and Bucky, and paparazzi photos billow out, and Steve pulls one up. You. There you were with your hand on his chest, while you gave him the best goodbye kiss, and he stuffs you in the car he had ordered.

“The fact that you have these photos is highly creepy.”

“The fact that you put yourself in this fucking position is idiotic,” here we go. “You are campaigning to become president. When I told you to find someone for your arm, I didn’t mean find a DC whore.”

“Woah, woah. You can change your tone immediately right now.”

“Who is she?” That is a great question, and one that Steve couldn’t fully answer despite Bucky finding your real name. “You men are insufferable. And you,” she points at Bucky. “You let him?” Bucky shrugs, smirking at her. “I guess your boy needed to get laid?”

“I guess you need to,” Bucky responds, and quickly turns to his nails. Pretending to clean something from under them.

“Steve, do you know what this means?” Not fully another than the fact that she is annoying him.

“That I’m a grown man that had consensual sex with an amazing woman that I met at a bar,” Gail’s laugh barks out of her mouth, and she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Finally got rid of that tension headache that has plagued me for a week.”

“What about the security video?” Bucky’s head turns towards Steve, and he starts to laugh.

“Excuse me?” Steve asks her. What is she getting at with the security video.

“You pay enough money, and the fucking hotel talks,” Steve looks towards his friend, not fully understanding. “Good thing I paid the money. You fucking idiot,” she slides over a flash drive. “I made sure it was deleted completely from their hard drive. But you were fingering this whore in the elevator?”

Bucky bellows out a laugh, holding onto his stomach, but Steve glares at his campaign manager, “That’s the second time that you’ve called her that, and I suggest you remove that word from your vocabulary when concerning her.”

“What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Gail’s hip cocks to the side. “I truly don’t know. You want to know what happened? I met this incredibly awkward and charming bartender,” Gail groans, but Steve gets louder, “She didn’t even know who I was. She just treated me like a human. And yes, I was extremely attracted to her, and by the end of the evening, I had to have her, and she was consensually in agreement. We went to a hotel, and I fucked her six times. And then she gave me the best head I’ve ever had the next morning. We showered, I fed her, and then I made sure her cute little ass got in the car safely. That’s it. Now, can you please explain what the fuck you’re going on about.”

Gail takes a slow breath, and starts to walk towards Steve, gathering up the photos taken from the morning after his night with you. “You are the most eligible bachelor in the country. I have told you that your odds for election would look better if you had someone on your arm. I explained to you that we could find you a suitable wife,” Steve snorts, gawking at her.

“Yes, Steve, suitable. Not some random bar whore.”

“You will not speak of her like that. If I hear you say that one more time, I will find another campaign manager,” the only time you were a whore is when you were on your knees, for him.

“Do you love her?”

“I don’t even know her. Do I see myself able to love her? Of course,” placing all the photos into the folder, she shoves it up against his chest.

“Then I suggest you find your Cinderella, and you turn her into your girlfriend. Have someone give her a new wardrobe. Give her a salary. Buy a damn ring, I really don’t fucking care. Make America fall in love with her, and get ahead of your sneaky link. Because while you don’t like me calling her a whore, what do you think the opposition will call her?” Steve glares at her. She isn’t entirely wrong. He knows that if you aren’t attached to him, it could be very bad for both of you.

He didn’t care about himself. But you went into this relationship blind. Not that it’s a relationship. But it was the best night of his life. And you were none the wiser for the photos, and the video. He’d been careless, and it put you at risk. “Go now,” she warns, and he stands slowly.

He keeps eye contact as he turns towards the door. “Steve, I can’t stop the photos from going to press. You understand that, right?”

Cracking his head, he nods. Motioning for Bucky to join him, “And Barnes, I expected more from you.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t. Steve’s a big boy. He’s still alive, and he needed that night,” Bucky knew how badly Steve needed to let go, and be a normal man for once.

“And we all need a win,” she says with finality as she spins on her heels, and clicks out of the boardroom.

“Are we fucked, Bucky?”

“Nah, we just have to make sure the address that I have actually fits your princess. The only hope you have is that she agrees to — the terms? That sounds disgusting. A relationship. But it’ll be fully public. And I don’t think she believed at all that you were running for president.”

You didn’t. He knew deep down that you had no idea who he was. But that was the best part. There were no preconceived notions on how you should be. You even called him Mr. President, and it sounded so good coming out of your mouth. He hoped that he didn’t fuck up the chance at a relationship.

You groan as you look down at the spilt ice cream on your shirt. You wanted that last bite. Everyone knows the last bite is the best bite. It’s completely why you just don’t share the last bite with someone unless you really really like them. You look around the apartment, but know there is no one in here to judge you.

Once satisfied that there aren’t any spiders or ghosts watching, you wipe up the frozen treat off your shirt, and use your mouth to clean it off. It doesn’t taste as good as it would have if it was from the spoon, but beggars can’t be choosers, and you really wanted that last bite.

Now you’re left feeling dissatisfied, and the ice cream wasn’t even the problem. The problem was you still feel him. And the worst part of feeling him is you don’t have him here with you to fix the problem. You doubt that there are enough condoms in the world to fix the aching in your core.

You miss him.

And you don’t even have the right to miss him. You didn’t even know him. Didn’t know if Steve was his real name. Didn’t know what he actually did for work. In retrospect you didn’t know much about this man and his magic cock. And mouth.

Ahh his mouth.

It wasn’t even what he could do with his mouth. It’s the things he said. How he commanded you with so very little effort, but the best part is he delivered on his words. He made them sound delicious, and that you earned them. But! He earned it as well. It doesn’t even make sense, and you’ve tried to wrap your head around it. And you’d tried.

You have tried since the moment you left him to compare any man that you have ever been with, or could ever be with to him. It was a stupid endeavor. There isn’t another Steve. You sigh, leaning your head back on the couch, trying to figure out the best way to locate him. You had to find out. You just had to.

You must have fallen asleep. A beautiful wet sleep with Steve as the lead. And now you’re woken up with a banging on the door. Your head feels so heavy as you lift it off the back of the couch, and now you have an obnoxious crick in your neck. What did you do to deserve this? You’re in pain, and you were just getting to the good part; Steve blowing his load inside of you.

You’re obsessed, you know it, but you don’t care. It’s shameless, but only you knew how you were down bad for that man. The banging on the door continues, and you squint at your phone. You didn’t have anything delivered, so you’re not sure who could be here.

Groggily standing up you walk towards the door, and open it up without asking any questions. Because you’re a crazy person. Peeking through the crack, you’re met with glass blue eyes, and you jump back from the door, fully awake now. “Sweetheart, you should really learn to open the door better.”

Now that you’re not in the doorway, he pushes on through, and a familiar groan growls behind him, “Steve?”

“Yep,” the creepy shadow man that follows him around everywhere steps further into your space. Your home, and starts opening cabinets, and doors, and you look towards the door where Steve is standing. He shakes his head, looking as annoyed as you before stepping inside.

You’ve never been able to manifest things before, and this is not exactly how you thought you would see Steve again. “I apologize for his intrusion,” he takes another step into your apartment, and then looks at you, “May I come in?”

“May you explain to me what is going on?”

“That’s fair,” he stands there, looking at you questioning before you hold your arm out, letting him know to come in. Steve offers you a terse smile before walking in, and closing the door, and fully locking it. You get into the sitting area, and glare at his friend relaxing on the couch and his legs propped up as if this is normal.

“Can I get you some drinks or something?” The shadow man smiles, nodding his head, and Steve responds with a thank you. Your apartment is an open floor plan, and you don’t have to go far, but letting them know the embarrassing list of things that are in your fridge is terrifying.

“Um, I’ve got — uhhh — Yoo-hoos, Capri Suns, filtered water, cold brew, and Hawaiian Punch,” both men stare blinking at you a moment before the odd one smiles.

“Are you a child?”

“Bucky and I will have a Capri Sun,” so the shadow man had a name. That’s good. You get each of you a Capri Sun, and toss one to the men. “Pacific Cooler, this one is my favorite.”

“When you were eight.”

“Can we not make fun of the impeccable beverage I just offered you, and explain to me why you’re both in suits, and I’m in my disgusting sweats. I could have made more of an effort had I known,” you could have been waiting with lingerie and condoms.

Steve takes a deep breath, looking at Bucky, and then back at you, “You lied about your name,” you glance towards his friend who is looking more comfortable, while Steve is standing, and staring at you.

“Yeah, well you work at a bar in this city long enough you know not to be giving random weird men your name. They have a tendency to stalk you.”

“They won’t be doing that while I’m around,” you narrow your eyes towards Bucky, wishing that Steve would open that beautiful mouth. But instead you get the weirdo.

“Have you had someone stalk you before?” Aww, he’s concerned.

“Yeah, but stop talking about me. What the hell are you two doing here, drinking my Capri Suns?”

“You know your social media is quite blank?” Bucky scrolls through his phone, and you want to hurl it at him. “That will make this quite easy. Oooh, you know Scandal is a bit of an overrated show, but I’m glad you have the tiniest bit of knowledge with politics.”

“I really don’t like him,” you point towards Bucky. “Can you shed some light here?” you’re seriously about to get pissed off. Stupid shadow Bucky is scrolling through your social media, and judging your show of choice, while the man with a magic dong is just standing there. “Steve?”

“I don’t know where to begin. You seriously don’t follow politics at all?”

“Why?” You ask annoyed.

“What?”

“Why should I follow politics? It’s just a bunch of white old men who think they know what is best for me. They don’t. Did I offend your career? What, are you like a mayor or something?”

“Or something,” Bucky grins.

“Do we have to have him here?” You point towards Bucky, and both men nod their head. “Okay. So you’re actually in politics. I apologize for my impedance in knocking you down to just a mayor. So you’re a senator?” He shakes his head no. “Congressman?” Again, shakes his head no.

You look towards Bucky, and he smiles again, while you walk over to your beanbag, and start to sink on it. The beanbag was your safe space. It makes you feel all cocooned as bad things happen. “What are you?”

“I’m a presidential candidate,” he didn’t lie. He didn’t lie to you. Oh god, you’re going to be sick. The possible president of the United States tea bagged you. He treated you like an absolute slut, and you loved it. You pull your blankie up to your chin, and think about all the ways this man degraded you.

“To be fair, I did not lie to you.”

“Shh!” You scold, you are going into your brain. Because your body, and your mind are confusing. Your body wants to go to Steve, and let him fuck you into oblivion. Your mind is trying to wrap itself around the fact that you fucked, multiple times, the possible future president of the United States. “How likely are you to win?”

“He’s leading the polls,” you don’t like that man.

“So, um why are you here?”

Steve’s sighs, and sits on the edge of the couch closest to you, and his thick fingers caress your temple. Moving over to your nose, where he runs a finger up and down it. “My mom used to do that for me when I’d get in my head,” it’s nice, but you’re not saying another word, until he starts talking.

“Because of my position people tend to follow me,” he clears his throat, adjusting his tie with his left hand, and it stresses you out. “People with cameras.”

“Is there a sex tape of us? Oh my god! Does this mean that mom is going to see you with your thumb in my ass, while you’re fucking me from behind?” among other things.

“My god!” Bucky gives a whoop, and you look over towards him. “I’ll go wait in the hallway. Can I get another Capri Sun?”

“Are you eight?”

“Only in my head,” he gives you a wink, walking towards your fridge, and you curl back into yourself.

“You can pet my nose again,” Steve smiles, and starts to pet your nose, “So there’s a sex tape? How do we get on top of this? Are my parents going to see me crawling on the floor towards you?”

“There is no sex tape, Princess,” that’s nice. You like that name very much. “There’s pap photos of you doing the walk of shame out of the Four Seasons,” oh. My. God! There is too much to process there. “You’re covered, but there’s one of me kissing you.”

“Doing that chin tilt up thing?” He nods his head, and you very much would like to see this photo. “I don’t know if I understand.”

“Well,” he gulps. “Can I join you on that thing?”

“The Lovesac?”

“That’s what the beanbag is called?” You nod, scootching over a bit to give him room, and the big man gets into your cocoon with you. He pulls you over onto him, and you start to melt. Yes, he was amazing with his cock, but honestly, the cuddling was just as amazing. How warm and snuggly he feels. Both hard and soft.

“There’s only one way I can protect you from the public,” you’re listening. Lifting up his hand to weave your own with his. “It’s not the most ideal, and you are free to walk away. But if we put it out there that you are my girlfriend, and not just some hookup it won’t make you look like…”

“Your whore,” you whisper. Dropping his hand, while you focus more on your blankie.

“Essentially,” there’s something so reassuring about his voice. He understands why you would choose not to agree to this. But there seems to be a hope that you will.

“So I would be hired to walk by your side as your girlfriend with no strings attached?” It feels so grimy when you say it out loud. You didn’t want to be a girlfriend for hire, and you doubt that Steve would want that either.

“Is that what you would want?”

“It doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice. Either I pretend to be your girlfriend, or I’m labeled as the president’s whore. I won’t be able to live in the city ever again. I’d have to go back to bum fuck Egypt in my small hometown just hoping that nobody pays attention to presidential gossip. Why — why didn’t you…I mean you did. I know that you did. And I said it over and over again, but I just thought you had a president kink. And now here you are saying it’s a high possibility that you’re going to be living in the,” an odd noise bubbles up from your throat, and you sit up.

“I think I’m going to be sick. I ate the president’s cum. I painted the president’s cum on my body. I have fantasized about fucking the president for the past few days.”

“I am still just Steve,” he reminds you, and you glance back at him. “Think of it as a job. But I am still just me. I didn’t lie to you. I didn’t fully go into the truth, and I wasn’t sure if you were doing a bit.”

“A bit?” Chuckling, you flop back on the beanbag with him. “I called myself the Princess of Monaco, and you thought I was doing a bit? What kind of weirdo do you think I am?”

“The best kind?” That was sweet. He’s sweet, and you’re not sure you’re willing to completely change your life. Could you go on the road, and campaign with him? As his significant other?

“So, let’s say that I decide to pretend to be your girlfriend,” Steve cringes. There’s something in the words that you’re saying that bothers him a bit. “Am I going to have a glow up montage?”

“What?”

“You know, like in the movies. Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman kinda thing. That was a bad example. I’m not a prostitute. Not that I care. Power to sex workers. The people work hard in that job, and it’s not just women. Men, too. But are you going to change how I look?” You can’t just walk around in your leggings and t-shirts anymore.

“Publicly,” hmm. That’s an interesting way to say it. He doesn’t care what you wear in private.

“So will I get to live at the White House with you. If you win, I mean. I don’t know if you’re superstitious, but that sounds like a terrible thing to say. But can an unmarried couple sleep there?” You gasp, “Will you be the first president that just has his live-in girlfriend there? Would we share a room?”

“Shh,” he coos, trying to get your racing brain to calm down. But how can it calm down when you’re going between excited and sick to your stomach? “You wouldn’t be just my girlfriend on the campaign.”

“Come again?”

“It’s suggested that you would be my fiancé. It sounds a bit more permanent,” that sick feeling is bubbling up in your gut again. The Capri Sun is not sitting well. This just went to a place you didn’t think it would.

“So a pretend fiancé now?”

“Can we drop pretend?” That’s what’s bothering him? The word pretend?

“Wait. Not pretend?”

“I’d prefer not. We’re being honest, and I wasn’t going to say anything, but the idea that you’re just there to look good on my arm is making me sick. We had sex. We had amazing sex, but I don’t want to just have sex with you,” what does that mean? “I would like to spend time with you. Actually date. Have you become a friend during this campaign.”

“That sounds nice,” you smile, grabbing his hand again, and start playing with his fingers. He only gets the fingers when you're in a happier place. “So we date while we’re on the campaign trail. But publicly I’m your fiancé.”

“It sounds gross, I know.”

“I wouldn’t call it gross. I’ve dated a lot of frogs. I’d call it crazy. Can I ask you a question without you thinking I’m vain? Because I’m not. But when are these photos being printed?”

He scoots down more into the Lovesac making himself more comfortable, “Sunday morning,” he could have just said tomorrow, damn. That gives you no time at all to think. No time to process this.

“So I’m going to be very selfish right now,” he turns his head to look at you. “Are we going to keep doing the sex?”

“I would very much like to keep doing the sex with you,” you start counting your inhales and exhales. Traveling the country with Steve, while you also get to the sex with him is a positive. Having everyone look at you through a magnifying glass is the negative. “And I would also very much like to watch you have your glow up montage, and not in a creepy way. Only if you want me to be creepy.”

“I want you to be creepy with me sometimes,” that sounded weird even coming from you, “But I don’t know if I can do this. This is a lot. How did you find me?”

“Bucky was creepy.”

“He’s always creepy. Is he always with you?” He nods his head, “Of course he is. He’s kinda like your ninja warrior that keeps you safe.”

“Otherwise known as part of my security team, yes,” you’re going to have to learn words with him. Real words, and not just making things up.

“My words are so much more colorful than yours. Do you really think I could be a,” you retch. That doesn’t even sound right. “A First Lady?”

“Do you think I could be a president?”

“I mean maybe. I might vote for you,” he kisses the top of your head, and for the first time in this conversation, you feel oddly at peace. A small gesture. “I don’t want to spend every second with you IF I choose to do this.”

“What?”

“I mean, I can’t lose my independence. I can’t lose me. And I have never wanted to spend every waking second with someone. It’s a bit odd, ya know? I want us to do our own thing considering we’re going to be strapped together.”

“I think that’s fair, Princess,” he sits up too abruptly, leaving you wishing that he would lay back down with you. That was nice, and you want it back. “You understand that if you choose not to,” he looks away from you. Did he feel the same things that you felt that one night? It’s not love. It’s a great start to maybe finding it. And then this dumbass campaign.

“If you choose not to do this, I can’t take chances with you,” meaning he can’t sneak around and do the sex with you.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“I guess that is one way to look at it,” abort mission. You don’t like that or the look in his eyes. It hurts your heart. “I can’t risk it for me, but especially not you. Things that happen in the dark eventually get brought to light.”

“Were you going to pick some random girl to be your fiancé?” He shakes his head no, and that leaves you with the tiniest bit of relief. Tiny, but still there.

“No. I was going to become a single president. Would you still like me to continue to call you Slade or Meadow?”

“Ehh, Princess is my preferred nickname,” he leans forward to kiss your forehead. Adjusting himself to stand, “Where are you going?”

“A meeting. I’ll leave my number for you, please call me, regardless of what you decide. I’ll understand no matter what your decision is,” no matter what you decide. He’s leaving it completely in your hands. Do you want your glow up montage, or do you want to become the whore that slept with the future president?

Do you want to possibly have something real with him? Or do you want to kick yourself forever and think what might have been? Back in the cocoon. And think. Or sleep. You were woken up. Make a note to do laundry because you saw Steve again with an ice cream stain on your shirt, and fluffy socks. Think. Ponder. Wonder.

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[serien-grl-22]

I'm begging you to reread TFOTA and think after every sentence which leaves Cardan's mouth that he CANNOT LIE. And I'm not talking about our basic stuff like "You want to hear me scream." "Yes I do and maybe one day I will.", but more about basic stuff he pops out, like when the folk was eating Snardan he was just like "I always knew I taste delicious." Sir, what?

[riizewrtr]

can i request riize making their partner ride their thigh scenario/reaction?? this may be such a weird ask but i feel like all of them would love seeing their cute gf trying to get off of their thigh only ooo esp like mean!dom riize omg

oooo it's a dream to ride sungchan's thighs ngl.. he works out so much, i want it... lol

content: 18+, mdni, thigh-riding, member x reader

Shotaro didn't think much of it, when he heard someone talking about their girlfriend getting off on their thigh. he didn't even think it was possible to even feel good from that. but it did peak his interest and got him curious. while you were over at the dorm, thigh riding was all he had on his mind. "ride my thigh," is all he said.

"what..?" you were taken aback by the simple comment. shotaro had grabbed you from your spot on the couch, placing you on his thigh. the friction as he pulled you caught you off guard. "get yourself off on my thighs, now." this side of shotaro surprised you, but you can't lie that this turned you on causing your slick to leak against your thin underwear. taro thought this was a picture perfect moment, his pretty girlfriend a moaning mess from just his thighs.

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Eunseok wasn't the type to try different things in bed, but when he was working on his thighs during a workout. He had wondered how it would look if he made his girlfriend ride them, grind on them like when you grind your tight little pussy against his cock.

he kept insisting the moment he saw you, "You're going to do it, NOW. You cannot say no to me, you know that right?" he would grown in your ear, before basically ripping off your shorts but keeping on the cute red thong you had on. He forced you onto his thigh, leaving almost a red mark on your arm from how hard he grabbed you. "move," he said sternly, causing you to slowly grind your pussy against his clothed thigh. The friction of his jeans against your pussy was a heaven you didn't know existed. This is something you could get used to, seeing how Eunseok enjoyed his cute girlfriend cumming all over his jeans.

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"Grind your pussy against my thigh," was all Sungchan had to say for you to obey his command. You both were needy, but he wanted to try something different, this time on the couch, with the boys around. It wasn't bizarre to them to see you sitting on his lap, so they didn't think much of it when it was movie night. The blanket was draped around your waist, and over Sungchan so the boys couldn't see since you both were the only ones taking up the couch. The rest of the boys insisted on sitting on the floor so they could share their snacks.

You had your arms wrapped around Sungchan's shoulders, gripping onto his hair, playing with it as you grind your clothed core against his thigh. He decided to flex his thigh, causing a small whimper to escape, so you bury your face into his neck. That night was just trying not to let the boys know what was going under that blanket.

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Wonbin alone had a dream of you riding his thigh, multiple times. But he never insisted on you doing it, but tonight was the night. You just looked ravishingly in the new lingerie he had bought you. He wanted to ruin the laced thong the first day, "god... you look fucking delicious, i need you to rind my thigh... now."

The grip he had on your waist while you were grinding slowly against his thigh was sure to leave bruises. "Go fucking faster darling, don't be scared.." he grunted, as he helped guide you to the speed that had you moaning loudly in the living room. Your hand gripping his shoulders tightly, who knew you can cum from just a thigh?

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You were currently already sitting on Seunghan's lap, when he felt your core grinding against his thigh while you were trying to find a comfortable position/spot to sit in. Seunghan leaned against your back, his grip on your waist tightened, "keep moving, grind your little pussy against my thigh baby," he started flexing his thigh under you causing you to let out a small moan.

You began moving yourself against his flexed thigh, the friction causing small whimpers and moans to escape your lips. Seunghan fixated on your face, seeing it curl in ecstacy. Your clothed core causing a wet stain on your shorts was the hottest thing he has seen when it comes to you. Seeing you come undone from just his thigh.

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Sohee knows he didn't have the most muscular thighs, but something was burying in his core.. You riding on his thigh, who else wouldn't want to see their s/o get off on their thigh? "Babe, just ride my thigh, it's not that hard! I can even do the work for you!" he begged before you had to agree, since he was always taking the most action when it comes to his sexual advances.

You climbed onto his lap, you both decided to do this naked so you can feel it ALL. Sohee reached under your rubbing your cute little pussy before he nodded, "you're already so wet darling," he smirked as your pressed yourself down on his thigh, a small whimper escaping your lips at the contact. You started moving yourself back and forth, your slick coating his thigh instantly. The lewd noises of your pussy can even be heard. This is going to be a new added thing to Sohee's list when you guys fuck.

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Anton usually isn't very vocal on what he wants, but you both were working out in the empty gym. But you looked very delicious to him, but you had no where to go for privacy, so he simply said, "let's take a break, I need something quick... I need you to grind against my leg, now." You were flabbergasted at the suggestion, but you did get a little hot from a shirtless Anton as he worked out. You couldn't deny you wanted him to take you then and there.

You were quick to sit on his thigh, and quick to start grinding your clothed core against his muscular thigh. Anton placing small and gently kisses against your sweaty neck, and moving down to your chest. Anton occasionally flexing his thigh to help you get off. Small moans filled the gym room, as you quickly tried to get off on his thigh before someone can walk in. But of course to no avail, you couldn't finish due to Sungchan joining. But Anton knew it would need to continue in his bedroom later.

[starleska]

The Nightmare Picnic - Wally Darling x Reader

You're a brand new resident in the wonderful Welcome Home Neighbourhood, and it's the perfect day for the picnic! But your dear friend Wally Darling doesn't seem to be enjoying the fun. What will happen when you decide to try and cheer him up?

content warnings for: eye imagery, scopophobia, hypnosis, impossible physics, Eldritch, and unreality. go in assuming that Wally is a weird little guy, and you’re both terrified of and kind of enjoy that fact! 😉 you can also find this fic on my AO3. i hope you enjoy!! 

The day you learn how to love Wally Darling begins like any other.

It is a balmy day, the air soft and thick and dizzy with butterflies. The sun shines with relentless cheer, and nary a cloud can be seen in the sky. Such a day in the Neighbourhood cannot be spent languishing inside, and all your new neighbours think the same way. So, which lovely activity did they decide upon? Why, a picnic on the grass, of course!

The organisation of the event is efficient and cheerful. In no time, the lush meadow surrounding the outskirts of the Neighbourhood is replete with cosy blankets to lie on, fun games to play, and a plethora of delicious foods contributed by each neighbour. Luckily, you’d baked a whole tray of cupcakes the previous day, with the intent of handing them out when bumping into your neighbours going about their daily business. The cupcakes were a huge success; even the ever-curmudgeonly Frank, who always has something to complain about, graces you with a begrudging, “It’s good, I suppose,” when you hand him a vanilla cupcake topped with a green-icing butterfly.

'I needed this,’ you think as you look around at your new friends. You’ve only been a resident of the Neighbourhood for a few months, but in that time you’ve grown so close to its colourful cast of neighbours as if you’d known each other your whole lives. Right now, they’re dotted across the meadow, smiling and laughing without a care in the world: Howdy’s busy putting together an impossibly long string of daisy chains; Eddie and Sally peer into an origami fortune-teller and giggle at the results; Frank leans over a bush, studying a caterpillar, and Julie and Poppy clap and cheer whilst Barnaby entertains them with a juggling act.

It’s a gorgeous scene. Today, your heart is warm.

A small flash of yellow catches your eye. Of course, it’s an incomplete picture. You take in Wally, who sits cross-legged under the shade of a verdant apple tree. He’s holding an apple between both hands and staring at it intently, as if willing the fruit to communicate with him. It’s an odd expression - you aren’t used to seeing Wally in a state of concentration.

“Hey, Wally!” you call.

Wally looks up at you and smiles. He beckons you over.

“Hello,” says Wally, in his simple way. “I’m happy to see you.”

Oh, what a beautiful voice. Every time you hear Wally speak, it’s like the gentle lapping of his syllables sweep away your worries in a single wave.

As you get closer to Wally, you notice a few strands of his deep blue hair turning flyaway and giving in to the heat, curling away from the otherwise-immaculate pompadour and escaping the death-grip of his hairspray. He’s a little dishevelled elsewhere, too; Wally’s neckerchief is coming loose, and though he’s long since abandoned his cardigan, a stray button on his shirt remains stubbornly popped. You find yourself grinning. Wally takes such pride in his appearance that you never get to see him a little less than perfect.

“Same to you!” you say. “Aren’t you hungry? All the food’s down with the others.”

That unusually pensive look on Wally’s face deepens. He turns his eyes back to his apple. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” You rummage in your backpack and pull out a chocolate bar. “You’ve got to eat, bud. You not feeling so good?”

Wally takes the treat from you and examines it for a moment, as if the bar is a scientific curiosity. “That’s very nice of you…but this doesn’t work for me. You should keep it.”

When Wally hands the bar back, your fingers touch for the briefest moment, and a shiver works its way up your spine.

You don’t know when this… thing you have for Wally Darling began. Despite the countless nights you’ve spent desperately trying to focus on something, anything else, your thoughts inevitably return to the little yellow puppet-man and his catlike smile. There’s a strange magnetism to Wally which befits his profession as a television host; everything from the delicate way he handles his paintbrush, to his ridiculous affinity for apples, leaves you with a little more fondness than before. Wally has so much affection stored in one small body, and when you first met, you wondered how any person could love so much all at once.

But now, when you look at Wally, you understand.

“If you’re sure.” You pop the bar back into your bag and sit on the ground in front of Wally, mirroring his cross-legged pose. “The offer’s still there.”

“It’s tempting,” says Wally, now turning his apple over and over in his hands. “I’d like to know what would happen, if I tried. But Barnaby told me it isn’t worth the risk. I trust him to know.”

You have no idea what he’s talking about, but the look on Wally’s face is so uncharacteristically brooding that you don’t feel it’s polite to pry. Wally’s always been the drifting sort: those large, dewy eyes of his are perpetually lidded, and always seem to be gazing at something no one else can see. But Wally’s inattentiveness is usually matched with an infectious, excited kind of energy, bursting with nonsense and love.

Today, he almost looks sad. The idea makes you feel sick.

It occurs to you that this may be a personal issue, and Wally doesn’t know you well enough to discuss it. So you ask, “Do you want me to look away?”

Wally’s fingers still. To your surprise, the apple actually drops from his hands and rolls into the grass. You’ve never seen Wally mistreat an apple before - there must be something seriously wrong.

“Actually,” says Wally, now looking at you properly, “I’d like to try something.”

He gestures for you to shuffle closer. When you do, Wally reaches forward and takes hold of your forearms. You make a surprised noise, but Wally squeezes you, and fixes you with a smile full of reassurance and warmth. A rush of heat leaps into your cheeks, and you’re suddenly reminded of an interaction you had with another neighbour not too long ago.

It was only a week after you arrived in the Neighbourhood, and you were finally moving the last of your belongings into your home. All of your new neighbours had graciously donated their time to help you in some fashion, and you were overcome with gratitude. On that final day you were more than capable of doing the rest of the moving yourself, but your closest neighbour - the excitable Julie Joyful - volunteered to help with the last handful of delicate items. At first, you were unsure - Julie is a lovely girl and incredibly fun to be around, but so spirited that you feared for the safety of your items. But a good twenty minutes of allowing her to help with the least fragile of your boxes allayed all your fears: Julie moves with the grace of a ballerina, and the two of you soon had all your boxes stacked in your living room.

Burnt orange sunlight poured through the window, streaming soon-to-be-dusk and casting the wooden floorboards with a vibrant glow. You take a moment from the heavy lifting to look out the window. Across the lawn, you can make out a couple of your neighbours engaging in some game. Upon closer inspection, you realise it’s Wally and Barnaby, the former laughing and tossing a series of colourful balls for Barnaby to catch.

You watched as Wally swung his arm and threw a few of the balls a surprising distance, letting the large, spotted dog race off to retrieve them. Wally put his hands on his hips, as if exhausted by the exertion. He turned - and locked eyes with you. Wally’s face broke out into a huge grin, and he gave you a hearty wave. Feeling horribly embarrassed, you waved back, trying to ignore the painful squeezing of your heart. You’ve only known Wally a week, and yet you’re utterly charmed by everything he does.

A tug on your arm brought you back to the present: it’s Julie. She bats her long eyelashes at you, a knowing smile on her face.

“You like hiiiiim, ” she teased, her voice all sing-song.

“What?!”

You grabbed Julie by the shoulders and yanked her away from the window, as if Wally could somehow hear you both through sight. “No! I don’t know where you got an idea like that-”

“It’s okay, sweetie. You don’t need to pretend.”

Your face felt like it was on fire. You’d always been the careful type, ensuring your innermost thoughts and feelings stayed stuffed as far down as possible to keep you safe. But the Neighbourhood bred a kind of emotional honesty with which you were totally unfamiliar. Everyone is so exuberant, always wearing their hearts on their sleeves - some of them even literally, as plenty of your new neighbours wore outfits stitched with cute little hearts! Keeping a secret in the Neighbourhood felt wrong…even a secret crush on the silly little artist whose smile lit up your insides.

So, you give in. “How did you know?”

Julie giggles. She fishes in the pocket of her dress, and pulls out a daisy.

“I know a lot about flowers,” she explained, as she twirled the stem between her fingers. “What kinds grow in different meadows. How much sun and water and love they need to grow. They show it in their petals, and how they lean. People are a lot like that too.

“When you arrived, you looked…wilted. Like you’d been kept out of the sun for too long. I could see it, but didn’t want to ask why. I think everyone else could, too…and we all wanted to help a new friend who lost their colour.”

“You’ve all been so lovely to me,” you said, by way of thanks.

Julie nodded. “Sure we have! And it worked, for a little bit. But for a flower at the end of its days, even fresh soil, plenty of sun and lots of water can only do so much. Your petals seemed faded for good. And that’s okay. I just wanted you to be happy - whatever that looks like for you.”

You swallowed. “You see a lot, for a gardener.”

Julie smiled. “When you care for flowers, you learn to listen to their needs. Sometimes, you’ll have a flower who has everything in the world…but they’re still curling up, and shying away from the light.”

She pressed the daisy into your palm.

“Wally brings the colour back to your petals,” said Julie. “Do yourself a favour. Don’t hide from your sun.”

Another squeeze from Wally brings you out of your recollection. You suck in a deep breath, facing this new reality of Wally holding you, his fingers pleasantly warm and fuzzy.

“Close your eyes,” says Wally gently.

For anyone else, you would’ve paused - but for Wally, you comply immediately.

Slowly, you feel Wally’s hands slide down your arms to your hands. He threads his fingers through yours and holds them firm, so tight that you start to feel your blood thrumming from the pressure. Your hearing, sensitive now your sight is compromised, picks up the distant chatter of your neighbours, as well as the friendly sounds of nature at play. Your skin tingles, sweat-slicked from the heat and the nerves.

“I have a question,” says Wally, his voice wonderfully calm and soft.

“Yes?”

“Why do you eat?”

“Uh…” What kind of question was that? Wally is admittedly prone to posing questions that only a truly strange mind would think up, but this one is so baffling, you’re thrown entirely for a loop. “...So I don’t die, I guess?”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Wally’s unique, halting laugh almost startles you into opening your eyes. “You’re so funny. Okay. Do you know why I eat?”

This time, it takes you a little longer to answer. A simple enough question, surely with the exact same answer? But Wally’s voice has taken on a teasing, knowing edge - a sound you recognise from when he’s setting up a punchline. The question must be a trick. So you rack your brains, trying to think of all the times you’d seen Wally eat: where he was, what he was eating.

With your eyes still closed, you reach a strange realisation.

“I…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat.”

A soft chuckle from Wally. “That’s right. You haven’t.”

Wally’s grip on your hand tightens. Strangely, a weak, static noise buzzes to life, seemingly from inside your skull. You shift, trying to locate the source, but Wally holds you in place. As the noise grows, the sounds of your friends fizzle out and die. It’s as if you’ve been placed on an invisible train and are moving steadily down the track, away from all the familiar sounds of your Neighbourhood - but you can’t feel the rumbling of the track, or hear the whistle of the wind.

“But…maybe you should.”

With Wally’s words the temperature noticeably drops, and gooseflesh breaks out on your arms. You shudder, wanting to open your eyes but finding that you can’t: your eyelids feel impossibly heavy. You’re stuck in place, pinioned to the grass (which you can no longer feel) as that buzzing sound inches up by the decibel, a nasty, steady crawl which leaves your brain awash in a sea of noise.

“Open your eyes.”

You do so.

And you can’t make sense of what you see.

The sky is gone. The tree is gone. The meadow is gone. Every detail from the Neighbourhood’s comforting landscape has evaporated, leaving nothing behind but a grayscale emptiness which fuzzes in and out like television static. Even the awful buzzing sound abruptly falls away, leaving your ears with nothing but the distant sound of an unseen tide.

Wally still sits in front of you, his hands grasping yours, but it’s like he’s sitting on nothing at all: somehow supported by a cushion of emptiness. It’s like the texture of the world has fallen out of reality.

Seized by vertigo, you tighten your grip on Wally’s hands. “What’s happening?!”

“Don’t worry,” says Wally. “You’re safe.”

“There’s nothing here,” you whisper. “Where is everyone?”

“Back Home,” says Wally. “They can’t see us right now. They’re not ready.” His smile turns coy. “But I think you are. Watch this.”

Wally reaches over and rustles in your backpack. Your heart crawls into your mouth; although you can see Wally’s hands in front of you, you can somehow still feel his hands holding both of yours, keeping you locked in place. You try to look down and make sense of this impossibility, but your eyes are stuck, glued to Wally’s face. You can only watch, terrified, as he takes out your chocolate bar and locks in his gaze.

Without warning, Wally’s eyes flare open, heavy lids drawing back and revealing the full size of his large, black pupils. Wally’s stare travels steadily down the chocolate bar, a focused intensity searing from his eyes like a laser. Somehow as he stares, bite marks are chunked out of the chocolate, as if some great invisible person is taking enormous chomps out of both the bar and wrapper. In seconds, the chocolate is gone.

Panic grips your chest, and you start to hyperventilate. The world tilts, and you’re scared you might actually puke. Wally blinks, his eyelids half-blanketing those pupils once more, and he looks at you with concern. When his eyes connect, your chest convulses with panic: a type of terror you’ve never experienced before threatening to claw its way out of your body and devour you whole.

“What happened?!”

“Oh, don’t be scared,” says Wally, his voice floating and cloudlike. “This is just how I eat.”

“How - did you - do - that?” you gasp.

“I’m not sure. I’ve always eaten this way.” Wally inclines his head in sympathy. “I am sorry if I’ve made you afraid. I usually only eat when others are blinking. That way, I don’t interrupt them. I don’t want to be rude."

You suck in a huge gulp of breath. “Wally, this is…impossible,” you manage. “I want to leave - I want to go Home-”

“You can’t.”

Wally shakes his head mildly from side to side, but his eyes seem to stay still, locked into the centre of his face. No matter how much you strain to move, those incredible eyes remain right in front of you, always at the same distance, never looking away - and never blinking. In your peripheral vision, you see Wally’s hand reach up towards your face. He cups your cheek. The sensation of feeling three arms belonging to a two-armed person on your body sends a rush of nausea through your throat. Wally strokes your skin with his thumb.

“You understand me so well,” says Wally. “You see me, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand.” Another wave of dizziness rises up, pushing behind your eyeballs. The sensation is the same as the pressure of allergies arising on a high pollen day - yet you can no longer smell the flowers of the meadow. You try again in vain to rip your gaze away from Wally’s, but you can’t - and you’re finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

Wally’s thumb stops, resting in the dip of your cheek. “I love my friends, but they only see one part of me. The part they want to see. But you…”

His thumb trails to the edge of your lip.

“...you see all of me.”

You’re split in two. Your brain, the logical part of your thinking, is screaming at you to do anything - to move, to scream, to run as fast as you can into the nightmare emptiness and beg for help. But the other part of you - your traitorous, emotional heart - douses the runaway fire of your fear with the intoxication of Wally’s touch. You find yourself leaning into his hand, savouring how perfectly his cheek cups your palm, and the slight fuzz of his thumb teasing your lip.

“I do,” you whisper. Suddenly, your body relaxes, and you slump forward. You feel very tired. The panic which gripped your body only moments ago is now quashed, flattened into a fine layer of dust by the weight of Wally’s impossibly black eyes. Now your nervous system is nothing but the aftermath: the feeling of fight-or-flight chemicals settling into your bloodstream, leaving you weak and sluggish.

Now, Wally’s eyes are not a source of terror. They’re a blanket you wish to curl up beneath, and never wake up.

“I think you’re special, you know,” says Wally. “The way I feel when I’m around you is…different, than with the others. You’re the absolute most.”

Wally’s words settle over your brain like a dream. You watch, your eyes heavy and drained, as Wally brings his hands up to his chest and forms the shape of his heart with his fingers. You’re no longer scared of the physical contradictions of Wally holding your hands whilst signing his affection. It seems in this reality, Wally can have as many hands as he wants.

This is why Wally’s next question confuses you so:

“Do you think if our friends saw me like this…they’d run away?”

Wally’s words are becoming harder to process. The world around him tunnels. Even though you’re sure that you’re fixed in place, sitting on some immovable, textureless cushion, Wally’s eyes grow larger, encroaching evermore on your limiting field of vision. The longer you look, the more of Wally’s scleras are swallowed by his expanding pupils. Those blown, void-black pools seem to come with their own gravity, and you’re slipping into their inconceivable pull, ready to be strewn and stretched and ripped apart by their physics.

“Oh, Wally,” you try to say, but your tongue slackens, and his name comes out as, ‘Waaalllllyyyy.’ “We love you so much. You can’t make us run away.”

Wally smiles, and you think it’s the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

“How I wish that were true.”

Suddenly, Wally’s eyes shift just the slightest bit to the left. The effect is like unsealing a pressure chamber. For a moment you are released from his eyes, and your brain and body scramble as one, free-falling and bracing to break against the ground with a hypnic jerk. However, Wally realises his mistake and grabs you by the shoulder - another impossible arm - and forces you to look back into his eyes.

“Shh. Don’t strain yourself. The more you resist, the worse you’ll feel.”

You blink rapidly, trying to reorient yourself in space. Wally’s touch grounds you again, holding you steady in this non-existent space. You try to reply, but your mouth now hangs open, jaw useless. Saliva collects in a pool under your tongue, but Wally still keeps his thumb at the edge of your lip, now rubbing soothing circles against your flesh.

“We don’t have much time,” says Wally. “But…thank you for this. You can’t know how much I appreciate you.”

The warm flush of his approval works its way through your unresponsive body. Your muscles contract, dopamine and serotonin coating your insides and bringing your fingers - still interlocked with Wally’s - into a sudden contraction. You force your mouth into a speech-ready shape, fuelled by his words and his touch and the sheer paradox of his being, and you try so desperately to say, ‘Wally, I love you- ’

But then he looks away.

The spell is broken. Like flipping to another television channel, the world around you snaps back into place in one vivid bound. All the colour, sounds and scents of the Neighbourhood re-enter your senses in one huge burst, and the force of it almost knocks you over. Wally - who is still holding your hands, just like before - keeps you steady, crushing your hands together like he would rather die than let go.

“Hey, you two!”

Looking away from Wally feels like ripping off a plaster. Your eyes alight on Julie trotting up the meadow’s slight incline, clutching a hotdog in one hand and a cooler in the other.

“Eddie wanted me to tell you we’re packing up,” Julie chirps. “Looks like a thunderstorm is coming.” She looks down at your hands, still intertwined with Wally’s, and grins. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Just some good old-fashioned fun,” says Wally, his voice impassive and gentle.

The ability for words has deserted you. You stare back at Wally, searching desperately for something supernatural in the darks of his eyes. Wally looks normal - as normal as a small, yellow puppet can - and his eyes are back to their half-lidded, sleepy-looking state. It takes a couple of nudges with his foot for Wally to bring you back to earth.

Wally lets go of your hands, and you can feel the blood pumping in the spaces between your fingers. You try standing up, but your legs are weak and wobbly, as if you’d just run a marathon while sitting in one spot. They would’ve collapsed beneath you, but Wally catches you before you slip. He hauls you up and loops his arm around yours.

“Just hungry,” Wally says with a smile. “Let’s get you Home."

Julie leads the way down the small embankment, with Wally supporting your timid, uneasy steps. You soon reach your neighbours, now busying themselves in tidying up the remnants of your picnic. Upon seeing you, they all crowd around, asking if you’re okay. Barnaby remarks that you look terribly pale, and Sally offers to bring you a drink. However, Wally shoos them off, admonishing them in a familial sort of way. He reassures them that you’ve just had a small fainting spell, and need to get some rest.

Now free of the others, Julie, Wally and yourself make the way home - and you’re thankful it’s only a short distance. When you finally reach your porch you want to fall over onto the steps, but Wally keeps you held upright: a firm, reassuring presence at your side.

“You need to tell us if you get this again, okay?” says Julie, looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“Okay,” you say, giving a weak nod.

“Thank you. Feel better soon, okay?”

Julie gives you and Wally a final glance over. Having determined you’ll be more than fine in Wally’s care, she bids her goodbyes and skips off to help the rest of your neighbours.

“Ha ha ha,” laughs Wally. “Julie is a good friend. I’m lucky to have her in my life.”

You look sideways at Wally. He catches your eye, and dips his head in a nod. “I feel the same way about you,” he says.

The question is implied in his voice - a little waver at the edge of his words.

“Wally…I don’t really understand what happened today,” you say. “But…I know it doesn’t change how much I like you."

The beam that dawns on Wally’s face is so wide, it almost cracks in two. “Thank you,” he whispers.

You can’t help but return the grin. “Thank you for being vulnerable with me.”

Wally lets go of your arm, and turns to face you properly. He reaches up one hand, and then hesitates, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours as if pondering a question.

Finally, Wally leans in and gives you a small, gentle kiss on the cheek. You inhale sharply, your arms hanging limply by your side and your fingers curling into questioning shapes. His mouth is plush and downy, and the impression of his lips sends a toasty-sweet feeling rocketing through your body.

When Wally pulls back, his yellow skin is dusted pink about his cheeks.

“Always know,” he says softly, “that I love you very much.”

Then, he’s leaving. You watch in stunned silence as Wally’s back retreats into the distance, making his way to join the throng of your neighbours. A slight rumble in the distance makes you look up: a cluster of thunderclouds gather at the edge of the Neighbourhood, fat with the promise of rain.

You touch your lips gently, and smile. Then, you retreat inside the safety of your home…with the warm memory of Wally’s kiss playing in your mind, and static still buzzing in your fingers.

[anantaru]

hii <3 do you think that dr ratio or argenti would be into eating you out? like argenti just being so sweet abt it, he’s such a cutiee. and dr ratio doing it like he claims you or smth. idkk they could be anything but i’m interested if these two boys would be into thatt. ( ps your writing is so good… i love it sm 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻)

including. dr ratio, argenti

cw. oral (fem! receiving), petnames used: doll, angel, fem! reader

— ꒰ VERITAS RATIO ꒱ + rough & sloppy

veritas cannot lie to himself but he finds it adorable how you cannot mutter out a single word right now, and the only thing you were still capable of doing was holding your thighs apart so he could fit his head in between and fill your tummy with consistent pleasure.

"you don't want to show me how you feel, doll?" he utters in that unbearably arrogant tone he adored to use on you whenever he proved you wrong as you shake your head, your sticky cream coating his chin, "hmm... well, i'll just force it out of you then, don't you think that's fair?" a refined mewl spills from you when he licks at your folds again, never breaking the eye contact and not caring if you'd end up making a mess of his entire face with your sweet liquids.

and the way his tongue vibrates on your pussy was turning you head over heels for the man, the coarse laps of his tongue full of affection that your toes curl at each lick, and he only gets rougher with proactive drags of his tongue rolling over your hole and collecting everything you give him.

by now, your core has been drenched by a mixture of your slick and his spit, and your legs shake when he kneads the skin on your thighs as to simultaneously comfort you and hold you deep against his greedy face.

one more, just to taste you once more, and you're finally showing him what he does to you, your labored breathing exhaling with the rapid thumping of your heart as your thighs clench around him to ride his face, his enthralling eyes looking more graceful and dark with no mercy reflecting off of them.

you lift yourself onto your elbows to get a better view of the mess on your lower area, watching him closely as the sensation of his mouth made you lose your mind.

your fingers move swift as to reach down and twist into his soft hair, holding him tightly into your cunt when he flips his tongue left and right, his breath hitting your pussy with every exhale— your folds were just so hot, so wet, and squishy that he needs to suckle on them before filling you with his cum later.

— ꒰ ARGENTI ꒱ + attentive & fast

oh, you sure as hell are starting to see stars when argenti suckles on your folds, with his nose dragging into your cunt the more he forces his head in between your thighs— but you're unable to meet his gaze and it saddens him, despite the fact that it felt so deliciously good, doesn't it?

"argenti.." you moan his name just above a whisper of your labored breathing, your lower lip trembling at how dirty it felt to have him lap around your cunt like a mad man, his hands continuously feeling you up when you arch your back into his mouth.

"yes, angel?" his eyes flicker up with lust, "enjoying yourself for me?"

argenti receives no response, at least not a verbal one, instead you hum dazedly as your eyes flutter shut when his nose rolls between the flesh that protected the little pearl on your cunt, your swollen pussy aching to feel more of the friction it so desperately desires.

"such a good girl," he groans into your pussy, lowering one hand from your thigh to your hole as he gently pushes into it before curling deep to scissor your cunt. fuck, argenti simply cannot tear his eyes off you.

you're just so impossibly perfect to him, and he treats you like an ancient treasure whenever he received the gift of going down on you.

you repeatedly whisper his name imbedded in praises as you left it to your crumbling voice to find his ears— and argenti wasn't sure on who, out of the two of you, would break under the pressure first.

because listen closely now, your pussy was like none he has ever tasted before and he hopes you know it by the way he circles the tip of his pink muscle so precisely into you.

you turned him achingly hard, his tongue pressing upwards and back only to lap slightly faster, ugh, he swears that every time you chant his name or tremble your legs around his head he can feel his cock throb in his pants, pushing harder and harder against his boxers.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sunnynwanda]

suductive AFAB villan x AMAB hero where they end up tied up and when trying to tease the hero the hero breaks free and decides to have their way with the villan

Fair Warning

Warnings: suggestive/ slightly spicy, knife play, mutual pining - yep, they're hot for each other

Hero coughs, spitting on the ground to get rid of the all-too-familiar sickening sweet taste of the chloroform. He runs the tip of his tongue over his busted lip, cursing under his breath as he slowly becomes aware of his body. His hands are chained up over his head, eyes blindfolded.

He swears again, practically growling as the recognition of his enemy's signature moves sinks in.

Villain is going to pay for this. Dearly.

He barely manages to finish the thought when something cold and rather sharp grazes the skin of his collarbone, causing a unpleasant shiver across his shoulders. Next comes a quiet snickering laugh, and Hero almost smiles sneers at the sound.

"You little-" he grumbles, but Villain cuts him off, musing into his ear.

"Uh-uh," the dagger presses into Hero's skin, drawing blood and a sharp inhale through his nose. Villain grins and, upon realising that he cannot, in fact, see her cocky smirk, pulls the blindfold off. "Hello there."

Hero cannot help himself as he rolls his eyes at her theatrics, watching as Villain purses her full delicious lips, feigning offense. "You're not gonna greet me? How rude."

Her dagger trails a tantalizing path along his jawline, earning a groan from the back of his throat and another reaction from farther down his body. One he is increasingly more aware of.

"Stop it," he warns, eyes dark as he takes in their surroundings, calculating an escape route in less than four minutes. Two minutes to free his hands, one to wipe that smug smirk off her pretty face and another to make it out of the window.

"Stop what?" Villain inquires, tilting his chin up with the blade, her lips dangerously close to Hero's skin when she leans in, speaking in a seductive whisper. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Not the word I'd choose," Hero roughs out, his voice hoarse. He bites the inside of his cheek as he tries not to focus on the scent of her hair that floods his nostrils or the growing discomfort in his pants. Maybe kevlar was not the best choice for a costume.

Villain hums, leaning back as her hand drags down his chest, mapping out his muscles through his shirt as she goes. "Mmm, what word would you use then?"

His eyes zero in on her lips until they curve into a smirk, the sight downright sinful. Hero coughs, trying to ignore the images flashing through his mind. Not the time, Hero. Not the time.

"What are you-" His question is cut short when Villain turns the dagger, slicing his shirt open for her eager eyes.

Hero inhales when his smouldering skin comes into contact with the cool air of her lair. Villain ignores his reaction, allowing her free hand to glide over his skin, relishing in the shiver that runs down his spine.

"Are you gonna be a good boy and do me a favour?" She asks, flattening her palm over his stomach before meeting his gaze, too distracted to notice the subtle movement of his fingers against the chain.

"You know the answer is no," Hero mutters, looking at her with heavy-lidded eyes. He has half a mind to agree and see where exactly she's going to take this but decides against it. For now.

"You haven't even heard it yet," Villain reasons, her bottom lip forming a pout that he's desperate to bite into. She steps forward, standing much closer than safety protocols allow.

"Doesn't matter," Hero shakes his head for good measure, his entire demeanour demonstrating conviction.

"Oh, but it does," Villain argues, her tone playful as her fingers trace the outlines of his abs in their descent down his body.

"No..." Hero warns, unsure if he's responding to her words or actions. Both would be an outright lie, but none of it matters when he finally manages to unhook his chain and avoid her noticing.

"But-" Villain makes one more attempt, but Hero interrupts her with a fair warning.

"Shut it," he snaps, jerking forward in a mock attack. "Before I make you regret drugging me and bringing me here, where no one can help you."

That statement earns a disbelieving chuckle from Villain. "Oh? You think you can?" She teases, narrowing her eyes as she watches his chest rise and fall in ragged breaths.

"Try me," Hero offers her a wolfish grin, tilting his head to the side, the challenge clear in his tone.

Villain licks her lips with an amused grin, leaning closer to him - exactly where he wants her.

"Asshole," she taunts, the tip of her nose brushing his.

"Brat," Hero growls, jerking forward again and smashing his lips to Villain's. Before she can process what's happening, he rips the chains down and apart, and, in mere seconds, it's her arms that are up in the air, wrists chained together in one swift motion.

"Fuck..!" Villain groans, earning a deep chuckle from her nemesis.

"That's exactly what I'm gonna do to you," Hero assures her, shrugging his ruined shirt off his shoulders before stepping closer. His hands move to her hips, shifting her to the wall behind her. She meets his gaze, defiant yet clearly flushed. "Got something to say?"

"Yes," Villain nods, gasping when he hoists her up, pinning her against the wall with his body as his hands wrap her legs around his waist.

"What would that be?" Hero murmurs, plucking the dagger out of her fingers and holding her gaze as he uses it to cut her costume open down the front.

Villain glares at him for the payback, attempting an indignant look, but her hiss turns into a stiffled moan when Hero's head dips into the crook of her neck. She bites her lip, exhaling loudly when his hips buck against hers. "This was the favour."

"For me to have my way with you, baby?" Hero chuckles at her admission, his mouth attaching to her burning skin as his hands grip her thighs greedily. "I know."

A/N: Gosh, I've been waiting to write for so long, you don't even know... Thank you so much for reading (all of you) and for the request (whoever you are, I like your mind xD)! It had me typing wildly at 1 am. I hope I understood the requested genders correctly, but if it's wrong, please let me know.

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