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strang3lov3 · 2 days ago

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Boys Will Be Boys

You hit Roman where it hurts. Meaning you fuck his dad as he watches and cries.

Tags - dubcon, girthy age gap (80/???), smut, unprotected piv, fingering, creampie, masturbation, sexual harassment/assault (Roman’s punished for it, and I kept it short and sweet), unsolicited dick pics, roman roy gets cucked by his father, osteoarthritis, hypertension, logan roy dirty talk, logan roy takes viagra, coercion, tears and mucus as lube, almost?subby?romey??? lowkey...logan roy is kinda a fuckin' stud. uhhhhh…idk. kinda grotesque. you have to embrace it. crack fic adjacent, but this is serious business to me. you’ve been warned.

A/N - you know what you’re fucking here for. maybe it’s morbid curiosity. maybe you wanna see roman roy crying while masturbating. maybe…maybe you wanna fuck that old man. it’s ok if you do. i won’t tell on you, you fucking pervert. enjoy Logan Roy screwing your brains out <3 I tagged my romey readers, and while i implore you to be brave, don't feel pressured to read if it's not your thing. @beefrobeefcal thank you for the beta hot stuff! i love you so much.

It’s been happening for a while now.

It was just small things at first. A little comment here and there. He told you that you had nice legs the first time you wore a skirt, said something else about loving a long-legged woman. Then he asked if you shaved for him, too. What else do you shave, huh? Are you bare everywhere?

The little tattoo on your wrist, usually hidden by your blouse. What’s that about? Got any other tattoos? Perhaps in a more private place? If I guess where it’s at, can I see it?

Oh, the way you got flustered. Your eyes went wide, mouth dropped open a little. Too easy. Roman took that as a challenge - an invitation, rather, to take it up a notch.

He turned up the heat in his office to a balmy 75℉ the week after that. After each time you’d turn the thermostat down a few notches, Roman would use a little remote he’d point at it to turn it right back up. Must be busted, Roman told you. How about you call maintenance, huh, assistant? Maybe do your fucking job for once?

Roman watched with a crooked smirk on his lips as you slipped off your cardigan, exposing your body to him. That pretty nude camisole. Roman sidled up behind you, fingers skating over your shoulders until he reached the strap of your bra. Your blood went cold as he wriggled his fingers beneath them, then pulled up, up, and snickered as he let them snap your skin harshly. Nobody else had done that to you since junior high.

In the elevator, he stands too close. While riding up the many floors of the tall building, Roman fucking breathes on you, and follows you when you inch away from him. Your skin prickles when he touches your lower back, fingers drumming against you, walking down your waist. He’d first started by testing you with a little pinch on your ass cheek, just to watch you jump and hear that startled little squeak you’d make. He gropes your ass now, squeezing a handful of it, kneading his fingers. He loves the visible discomfort on your face, and knowing you can’t do a goddamn thing about it. Harrassing you is the best part of Roman’s job. It’s why he wakes up in the morning, getting to exert that power over you. It fills him with a sick sense of satisfaction, of delight.

Your phone is full of photos of his cock. Lawsuit material, if you were brave enough to go up against Roman and Waystar and all of its bells and whistles. Roman tells you his lawyers would eat you alive before you even step foot into a courtroom.

It was late last Saturday night when Roman texted you a picture of his crotch, cock visibly hard under his slacks, outlined in sharp detail.

10:07 - Got a job for you. Wanna help out the boss?

Every notification on your phone with Roman’s name attached makes you want to puke. You wish you could ignore him. Block him.

10:07 - No, Roman.

You waited with bated breath for Roman’s response, the little dancing ellipsis on the screen mocking you as he formulated a text back. How’s he gonna make your day worse this time?

10:08 - Funny how quickly a job can disappear.

Fuck it. Whatever. You sent him as modest of a nude photo as you could muster - panties and bra on, face cropped out.

10:12 - Cute. Smile this time. Lose the underwear.

10:32 - Leaving me on read wont work. Nice try tho

10:33 - Five minutes. Don’t make me wait

You sighed in frustration as you stripped, then snapped a photo from above. Legs crossed to hide your pussy, your forearm covering your chest.

10:35 - *fire emoji*

10:35 - *As in I’ll fire you.

10:35 - Bare tits. Bare ass. Bare pussy. Do it now

With no choice but to comply, and with an awful feeling in your gut, you took more photos. First of your tits, then your ass. Sent and sent.

10:38 - Forgetting something?

It made you feel even more sick, but you needed him off your back. You spread your legs, pointed the front-facing camera at your cunt, and took the photo, then sent it to Roman.

10:45 - I bet you’re so tight. Are you wet right now?

10:45 - Yeah

Playing along.

10:47 - I wanna be inside you

10:47 - Gonna cover you in my cum

Roman went quiet for a while then, probably ten minutes before texting you back.

10:58 - I wanna watch you cum for me.

10:59 - I’ll know if you fake it

He made you send him videos of you masturbating, all different camera angles, different positions. He kept you up until almost three, making yourself come over and over for him. Until he could hear you crying in the videos, your thighs trembling. It was horrible - humiliating, exhausting, so fucking dehumanizing. He sent you pictures of an old cardigan of yours covered in his come at the end of the whole thing. You thought you lost it.

It’s Monday afternoon now. You have a bad feeling when you walk to Roman’s office, seeing that the blinds are drawn over the large glass panes of his windows. You let yourself into the room at his request, and Roman’s sitting on his little gray couch, legs spread wide. He’s palming his bulge, eyes following you as you close the door. You avoid making eye contact with him, something that only serves to challenge him. He straightens, then wordlessly pats the seat next to him.

“I have those files you asked for, Roman.”

“Oh, that’s great. That’s really, yeah - awesome. Set ‘em down.”

You set them on the coffee table, then anxiously drum your fingers on your lap. You steal the littlest glance at Roman sitting next to you; his thumb mindlessly stroking where the hard head of his cock presses against his slacks.

A heavy silence falls as you process what’s inevitably coming next. Roman unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, then unzips them. He rests his head against the couch as he pulls out his cock, then looks right at you. A lazy smirk pulls at the corner of his lips and his eyes are lidded, darkened with lust in a way that makes him look like an animal.

Roman lets out a little giggle at the nervous way you fidget your hands. He takes one in his own, holding tightly onto your wrist when you try and pull it back. “Hang on - wait. I like your nails. Pretty, very pretty, sweetheart. I think they’d look nice wrapped around my cock, don’t you?”

You bunch your fingers in a fist, attempting to pull your wrist out of his grip. “N-no, I don’t, Rom–”

“Oh, come on. That’s why you got ‘em fuckin’ done, right?” Roman uses his other hand to pry your fingers open. “Hey, open your fucking - there we go.” He lowers your hand, pressing your palm against his warm package, and his cock looks smaller in person. Just as upsetting, though.

Roman lets out a quiet, soft groan of pleasure, then turns frustrated when you pull away again. He snaps his fingers at you, “Hey - assistant girl. Isn’t this your job, right? To assist?”

A knock at Roman’s office door has him jumping, and you take the opportunity to get away from him entirely. You leave Roman on that couch, and he’s cursing you under his breath while quickly tucking his cock back into his trousers, watching you do your quick little half-jog out of his office. Fine, be that way. You’ll fucking get it later.

You don’t have a plan in mind when you begin walking, you just leave. Looking over your shoulder to see if Roman’s following behind you, if he’ll grab you by the forearm and drag you into a supply closet. Do god only knows what to you. Probably fuck you with the end of some maintenance man’s mop.

You find yourself knocking at Logan’s door, then exhale a shaky breath. You’re not…you’re not sure what you’re doing here. What you’re gonna tell him, if you’re gonna tell him anything. It’s not like he’d do anything about it, right? Logan eyes you through the window, then calls you inside with just a simple wag of his fingers. He looks annoyed, fuck. But when does he not?

Logan’s room is large, and you’re not entirely sure how to navigate, which feels silly. Sounds even sillier to say. You’re not often alone with Logan, and the proximity makes you unsure of yourself. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve always felt…something for him. He’s a brute, yes, and you’ve seen the ugliest sides of him. Something about it makes his softer moments that much more profound, though. The tenderness is there, and it shows in quieter times. He winks at you now and then, offers you a smile with no malice or contempt or derision behind it.

Logan’s got a soft spot for you, too. You’re a sweet girl. He’s always thought so, really. You do what you’re told, and you don’t ask for much. You’re not a bumbling idiot or a nagging fly buzzing in his ear. Easy on the eyes, too. Never hurts.

Logan gestures to a seat in front of his desk and hums a little. “Need a minute,” he mutters as he reads something on the screen. You look at all of his belongings on his desk - papers, folders, a mug. A framed photo of him somewhere warm and beachy, showing off his pale legs and his swollen ankles.

Finally, he closes the window and smiles at you. His piercing, steel blue eyes pin you in place, but they’re warm too, almost. Warmer than Roman’s. When Roman makes eye contact with you, it makes you feel like prey. Like he’ll hunt you for sport. Not Logan, though. His gaze is heavy, but not hungry.

Logan claps his fingers together over his thick belly. “What can I do for you, dear?”

“Uhhh…” You cross and uncross your legs as you shift in your seat, then fidget with your manicure, nervously chipping the paint off. You hate this color now. When you look up, Logan’s got his eyebrows raised at you, waiting for you to continue. You don’t want to wear his patience thin.

“It - I was gonna talk about Roman, but it’s nothing. It’s nothing. I’m not - I don’t need to tattle.”

“Fuck that. What’s he doing?” Logan demands flatly, immediately, furrowing his brow.

“No, I shouldn’t have said any–”

Logan interrupts, speaking your name softly. “Tell me.”

You tell him everything about the harassment. How long it’s been going on for, how it started small and just kept escalating and escalating. How fucking relentless Roman is. You show him the texts, the photos, becoming flustered when Logan stumbles across the photos of yourself Roman made you send to him last weekend. Logan quietly hums in approval.

You tell him about Roman in his office, the stunt he pulled just before now. It feels good to get it off your chest, at least momentarily. The way Logan simply nods, rubbing a hand on his chin makes you feel uneasy, though. A silence hangs heavily as he takes it all in, thinking.

“What?” The anxiety makes your question slip out rather impatiently. “Sorry, I just - what are you thinking, Mr. Roy?”

Logan scoffs, smiling just a little. “...Didn’t think the kid had it in him.”

“O-oh. Okay.”

That’s…that’s it? You wonder if he’s gonna tell you that you were asking for it. Or to buck up. Maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and Logan will be just as cruel to you as his son is. Fuck, you already regret this.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice softer than you expected it’d be. “Truly. I’m sorry my son put you through this. I promise I raised him better, darling. I did my best.”

“No, it’s–” You interrupt yourself to exhale steadily, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Logan begins, absentmindedly wiggling his fingers, “You know what it is. Boys’ll fuckin’ be boys.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, you know. Men don’t grow out of boyhood so quickly, anymore, s’all. World’s turnin’ to fuckin’ shit. Unacceptable behavior, the fuckin’ kid’s pushing forty,” he spits, rolling his eyes. “Roman - he’s…well, you know what this is, don’t you? You see through his act, yes?”

You shake your head. “No,” you reply.

“Boys like him, they’ll pick on ya when they’re sweet on you,” Logan explains. “That’s all it is. Usually harmless. Usually,” he adds.

“But, Mr. Roy, I don’t–”

“I know, dear. He’s not your type, is he?”

“No,” you answer quickly, garnering a hearty chuckle from Logan. You laugh too.

“The boy always was an odd duck,” Logan adds, then pauses, thinking. “What is your type, darling, if you’ll forgive my asking?”

“Oh, gosh,” you giggle, feeling Logan’s heavy gaze on your body, your warm face. He knows. He absolutely knows.

“Older, for one,” you admit.

Logan smirks, and you share a smile with him. He seems to pick up on everything, knows exactly what the words left unspoken spell out. It’s always girls like you, vibrating with desire for him. No matter how white his hair becomes, nor how much rounder his belly gets, nor every new wrinkle that graces his face as the years stack up - doesn’t change the fact that Logan Roy’s still fucking got it. He reaches for one of his desk drawers, then pulls it open and reaches inside. Logan grabs an orange bottle and rattles out a tiny, blue, diamond shaped pill. His blue eyes twinkle at you as he swallows the pill, then points to the bar cart by the window. “Be a lamb, darling. Some water.”

Quickly, you grab Logan a glass of water, watching him wash down the pill as you clench your thighs.

“I need to hit him where it hurts,” Logan says in between sips. “Make it fuckin’ stick this time.”

Logan shoots Roman a quick text, and you wait anxiously for his arrival. When he finally enters the office, his face falls upon seeing you at his father’s desk, looking…happier than he’d like to see you. You’re sitting up straight, chin held high, shoulders back. Logan’s scowl darkens as he gestures for Roman to sit down, right in the seat next to you. Roman’s hands shake a little as he pulls the seat back and lowers himself into it.

“What’re we gonna do about you, son?”

“What?” Roman’s brows furrow, and his bottom lip wobbles ever so slightly. “I don’t kn–”

“You a sicko?”

Roman shifts uncomfortably in his seat, realizing this conversation is absolutely not going to go his way. “No, I–”

Logan cuts Roman off, his tone sharp. “She tells me you’ve been harassing her, Roman. Is this true?”

“What? Dad, no. She’s f-fucking lying,” Roman stammers. Roman looks at you then, and you can see how he tries to glare, to scare you, to regain control. He’s powerless here, with you protected by his father.

Logan reaches for your phone, which is sitting face down on his desk. He turns it on, “Gimme a hand here, darling. Pull it up again.”

You have to bite down on your smile as you put in your passcode, feeling so empowered at the moment. It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. Roman’s humiliated you so many times and finally, he’s gonna take what he dishes. And then some.

Logan shakes his head a little, grumbling as he prods the screen with his fat fingers. “Fuckin’ bastard…here. Here it is. S’that your fuckin’ dick?” he sneers, spit flying from his lips. He turns the phone around, showing Roman one of the many, many photos of his own dick on your phone.

Roman freezes, his face turning pale enough to make his freckles vanish. “N–”

“Certainly small enough to be yours. Look–” Logan scrolls through more texts, “This one too, huh?”

“No,” Roman seethes, and it almost makes you giggle, the way he scrambles to lie. So fucking…pathetic. He’s everything Logan’s not.

“Oh, see? Look at him, darling. He’s squirming.”

Logan reaches for his eyeglasses sitting on his chest, held by a cord that wraps around his neck. He squints a little as he scrolls through your phone, then clears his throat before reading aloud. “‘I bet you’re so tight’,” he reads loudly, droning in a monotone voice. “‘I need to be inside you. You’d look pretty covered in my cum.’ You think this is a fucking compliment?” Logan asks, looking at Roman through his eyebrows.

Roman’s face twists, and he scratches the back of his neck in discomfort. “Dad–”

Logan turns the phone around again, and this time a picture of Roman’s hand is on the screen. Fingers spread, covered in his own come. He scrolls again and the next photo is a picture of Roman himself, licking those fingers.

“You are a fuckin’ sicko,” he growls.

You and Logan watch Roman shrink into his seat, how he looks like he’d willingly crawl out of his own skin and die, if he could. Logan lets him stew in his discomfort and his shame for a beat, then pats his lap, petting his bulge a little.

Roman watches you round the desk at the same time Logan rolls his chair back, making enough space for the both of you. You sit on Logan’s meaty thighs, watching the color drain from Roman’s lips. “Ope - up a second, dear. C’mon, up, up.” Logan swats your hip gently. You stand up then, and feel Logan’s large, paddle shaped hands slide up your thighs, under your skirt. He reaches for the waistband of your panties before tugging them down, letting them pool at your feet. You step out of them, then sit back down, leaning against Logan’s thick, pillowy belly.

“Spread your legs,” Logan whispers, helping you part your thighs. Your skirt rides up your body, putting your throbbing cunt on display for Roman. Roman swallows thickly, watching as his father reaches for your center, grunting a little as he stretches. You moan when you feel him touch you, sliding just one, thick digit through your slippery folds. “Oh,” he gasps mockingly, holding out his hand for Roman to see. “See how wet she is, Romulus? Tell him, darling, who are you this fuckin’ wet for?”

“You,” you whimper, turning to speak to Logan. Logan groans, and you feel his thick cock twitch against your backside. “I need you, Mr. Roy.”

“Oh, my dear. Be patient. We’ll get there.”

Logan glares at Roman as he pushes a single finger inside of you, and even that’s a stretch that has you whining. Logan coos in your ear, quieting you as he uses his other hand to unbutton your blouse. He wriggles his fat hand underneath your bra, palming and groping your tits, teasing your nipples with his thumb. “Fuckin’ kid wouldn’t know what to do with a pair of tits like these, now would he, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” you agree, looking right at Roman. Your eyes scan down his body, noticing that - oh, god. He’s fucking hard. He’s trying to hide it, hands covering his crotch. But you see it. You see the way he’s rocking his hips, pressing down on himself to alleviate that pressure a little.

Logan pumps his finger inside you once, then twice, then adds another. He curls the two rhythmically, noting how it makes Roman squirm. Roman’s making desperate, stifled little noises as he watches his father fingerfuck you, so shamefully, disgustingly turned on by the sight.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, resting your head against Logan’s shoulder. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in the pleasure, bucking your hips into his palm a little.

“Ah-ah. Eyes open, darling, and look at Roman. Look, he’s fuckin’ hard for ya. See?” You lift your head a little, looking at Roman through half-lidded eyes. His face is so fucking red, eyes still wild but a little broken, too. All wet and sad. He’s sweating, you can see it glittering at his hairline, the protruding veins in his forehead twitching to match. “He’s making a mess of himself,” Logan adds, pointing to the the wet spot bleeding through Roman’s pants. “Fuckin’ disgusting, isn’t he?”

“Dad,” Roman whispers, voice breaking. “Please, d–”

“Shut the fuck up, Roman,” you snap. You’re melting as Logan now rubs your clit in practiced circles. He’s got decades of experience under his belt. Guided some hundreds of women to orgasm. You’re no different, just as easy as the rest of them.

You whine as Logan pulls his hand away, pushing you forward so he can free his cock from his slacks. He sucks in his belly as he unbuttons his pants, then exhales deeply, thick belly bulging against his thin shirt. Even at the ripe age of eighty, Logan’s cock is long and thick, and everything Roman’s simply is not. You don’t get much of a look at the thick, unruly patch of white pubic hair surrounding the base of his shaft before Logan’s pulling you against him, tapping his dress shoe between your ankles to make you spread your legs. “Show Roman how you take care of his old man, huh? See how he likes that.” He fits the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, then slowly pushes you down with a firm push on your hips. “Ohhh, that’s it, darling. You take it so well.”

The stretch of his cock entering you has you sucking in a sharp breath, then exhaling through that delicious pain. Your cunt pulses around Logan’s cock as you watch Roman free his own dick, desperately pawing at his own length as tears fall from his eyes. He wipes them quickly, then uses the same hand to stroke himself.

“Help a man out, sweetheart. The osteoarthritis…my knees, I–”

“Of course, Mr. Roy,” you coo sweetly, lifting yourself up and down on his turgid, wrinkled member. Logan steadies you with his hands on your waist, guiding you along. Roman lets a little sob escape as he watches his father fuck his massive cock into you, squeezing his own cock so desperately. You giggle at that.

“Quit - don’t fucking laugh–”

“Hey,” Logan barks, pointing a finger at Roman. “You don’t call the shots here, Roman, I do. I fucking run game,” he growls. Logan squeezes your breasts in both hands as he draws in and out of you, letting out wheezy exhales as his heart rate increases, but he won’t let his hypertension stop him from pleasing you. “Yeah, that’s it, honey. Look at him, fucking his hand. Tell me darling, what do you think of that?”

“I think - I think he’s fucking pathetic,” you answer, looking right at Roman as you say it. Roman’s face breaks even further, more tears falling from his big, wet eyes. He wipes his eyes and his dripping nose, using the mess on his hand as lubricant as he fucks his fist with a depressing sort of fervor.

“Hear that, son? She thinks you’re fucking pathetic,” Logan taunts.

“I fuck- oh, fuck,” Roman whimpers, throwing his head back as he desperately works himself.

“Oh, you’re fuckin’ adopted,” Logan grumbles under his breath. He lifts you up then, and spins you around, then lays you across his desk so you’re looking at Roman upside-down. Logan enters you again in one swift motion, then begins fuckings you with an energy you wouldn’t expect, but that pleasantly surprises you. He’s so spry for an eighty year old.

“You do so good for me,” Logan praises you. “My idiot son could get fucked like this too, if he weren’t such a fucking screwup. Isn’t that right, Romulus?”

“Y-yeah,” Roman whines.

“Speak up, Roman. Let her hear you. Actually–” Logan grunts, punctuating the sentence with a brutal snap of his hips “I want you to apologize to her.”

“What?”

“He’s that fuckin’ stupid, huh?” Logan pants, the comment directed at you. “Fucking. Apologize,” he tells Roman. “Do it now.”

“I’m fuckin’ sorry. Okay?”

“Again, Romulus,” Logan demands, annoyed. “Louder.”

Roman tells you he’s sorry again, and it makes you smile. His voice all high-pitched and broken. Good, it’s about fucking time he’s taken down a peg.

“Tell her again,” Logan says. “Like ya fuckin’ mean it, Roman. And you don’t stop apologizing until she comes. Are we fucking clear?”

Roman nods frantically, pumping his cock as he whines, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

His words go right to your core. Logan fucks you harder, and licks his thumb before bringing it to your clit. He uses those same practiced circles from before to coax along your release, and it’s not long before you’re pulsing around his cock, moaning Roman’s father’s name as you come hard, all that pleasure washing over you as Roman whispers how fucking sorry he is.

With a few harsh thrusts, Logan’s spilling into you next, coming with a deep, guttural grunt and wheezing breaths, a sharp pain in his chest. It’s all fucking worth it. He reaches into his pocket and tosses you his handkerchief, then excuses himself, mumbling something about needing his supplemental oxygen.

You sit on Logan’s desk as Roman strokes himself to completion, sobbing as he gets off to the sight of your puffy, swollen cunt, ruined by his own father, and dripping with his spend. He makes a mess of himself as he comes, “Here, Rome–” you offer, tossing your used cumrag at him.

“Get that - fuck,” Roman cries, swatting it away. He sobs as he comes down from his orgasm, unable to even look at you as you put yourself back together.

“It’s smaller in person,” you murmur, touching Roman on the shoulder before leaving. He flinches at that, then breaks down in tears again as he shoves his softening cock back into his pants. “See ya tomorrow, boss.”

if you enjoyed, please shout at me 🩷💕 comments, rb, or go to my inbox. I turned anons back on because I know a handful of freaks will need to scream about their horniness but would prefer to do so anonymously.

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4rticbolt · 1 day ago

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Sleepy Stalls |Master-list|

Trafalgar Law x !GN!Reader, Fluff, Crack, soft!law, unironically sweet, head-cannons, reader is a mechanic here, overprotective!law because secretly he cares too much, stubborn reader, comfort.

The Heart-Pirate Captain with an s/o who struggles with sleep...

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1st of all, this is insomniac central. Law cannonly has nightmares, so you could definitely infer he struggles with sleep himself. Most likely kept up by whatever's gearing through his mind.

So he'd be incredibly understanding with you.

Law's the type to put you before himself. So no matter how tired he was he'd always check up on you. Whether you're working in the engine room, eating lunch, or relaxing in your room--he’d quietly seek you out. Your captain was keen, and he’d been observant of your habits.

The surgeon wouldn't be overly concerned--but he would worry. You're his precious crew-mate, and lover, so he's over-protective. Not in an annoying way, but selflessly.

And since Law is a doctor he would have a lot of sleep-aid; from herbal properties to medication--he'd give you anything that you needed or asked for. Even if he ends up as hypocrite in the process. He would act nonchalant and impassive about it, but deep down it wore on him.

So, knowing the masks he upholds, Law would 100% have chill out time with you in his office. His presence soothed your restlessness much like his own, so be prepared to snooze off in each other's arms or space.

If you'd cuddled him or sat close, he'd be out like a light, leaving his head to gently bonk against your shoulder or thigh.

You wouldn't expect him to be the clingy type, but if you're there--he'd prefer you much closer.

He would find comfort in your pulse, especially when you're asleep. As it wasn't often you were. Law would take in your form and put his finger's to your wrist, slowly nodding off as the soft thump..thump, thrummed against the pads of his fingers. His touch would be uncharastically gentle, and unnoticeable, just another calm gesture to his line of attributes.

If you ever had a bad night, he wouldn't push, but he made it clear his presence was there. Silently offering you rant, or seek comfort. Law just wanted you to know he’d always be there for you, no matter the burden you believed yourself to be. If you need a break he’d easily give it to you. If you needed him—he’d take easily take you his room.

Law isn't officially 'cold' or 'uncaring' when comforting you, he's just an awkward dude who isn't the best at it... but he is an amazing listener. He would stick close and let you recline, gently running his hands through your hair.

“Just relax, I got you…”

. . .

However, if you'd ever been stubborn about your sleep, he'd meet your pettiness with his own. He'd scold and lecture, but it was never meant harmfully, he was only frustrated that he couldn't solve your issue faster.

Law would never make you feel bad or ashamed about it, because it's not always your fault. There could be thousands of things wrong, but he wasn't going to let himself be one of them. He wouldn't bullshit you, and it might come off rather blunt, but he just wanted to get straight to the point. He didn't want you getting hurt, not on his watch, or in general.

"____-ya, I don't need my star mechanic running on nothing. Nor' do I need you passing out on my sub. You're tired, and you can't even pull through a shift in Nav. I need yo--If something happens I need you, I'm not losing you because of your recklessness. So just take it easy. Alright? You're on rest for the day, and that's final, don't make me babysit you. I trust you enough that I don't already have to."

Despite his 'harsh' words, they were true. But of course you felt the need to prove yourself...leaving you to fall asleep on the floor as you'd been trying to clean up. Law found you covered in oil and dirt--pathetically snoozing off on the engine room.

His gaze softened, but he was frustrated. Law knew you were doing your best. Trying to prove yourself, even if you didn't need to. Because you already had, to him and the crew, your skills far surpassed their own, and he'd been immensely grateful for you.

Law would carefully pick you up, bringing you to his office as he'd wiped your grime covered hands and face with a warm cloth, taking off your shoes as he'd tucked you into his couch. Watching you with tender eyes as he always did, ending up into another lecture when you'd woke up. But you'd been used to it by now.

Your captain had always been adamant about your health, no matter your argument or overwhelmed nature--you were one of his top priorities. Not in a tasking way, maybe at times--but he was just an awkward idiot showing his care for you.

. . .

Though no matter your difficulty or his own, he'd stick up for you. Your atrocious schedule had been acknowledged by the crew, which initiated light-hearted teasing. They'd seen you variously asleep across the sub, in the most awkward positions and places, along with the bags under your eyes. Everyone knew you'd been trying to do it alone, especially since your room was closest to the engine room--dealing with valve tweaks and motor-issues. You hadn't thought twice about the conversation. It'd simply flown over your head beside your captain's.

Shachi had used his dark humor, joking about putting night-aid in your drink so you'd to finally get some well-earned rest...

The joke seemed a little far-fetched, but it wasn't meant weirdly. It was...in a way of concern, because he knew you were stubborn. And Shachi had wanted you to get proper rest...though it wasn't the smartest thing to say. Especially with your captain in the room.

The comment created laughter, despite the cold angry glint in your lover's eyes. A dangerous feeling was directed towards Shachi, and he paled, hiding behind his greatest weakness. Using you as a shield.

It seemed Law hadn't taken the joke like everyone else, he'd taken it literally.

"Yeah, you go ahead and do that and you'll find a shit ton of laxatives in your coffee." he threatened, pointing his fork at his subordinate.

"Woah--haha, only joking Cap!" He laughed, hitting your back, knocking you forward slightly. "Right ____? All fun here, I'd never," he continued, patting your shoulder.

"Yeah yeah, only jokes..." you said absentmindedly, withholding a mouthful of food.

Law only deadpanned, rolling his eyes at your clueless expression before laying off. This man does NOT play around with you, no matter the joke or tease.

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trombonechurchill · 2 days ago

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Wormed Into My Heart

BuckTommy, 559 words, rated G Prompt Fill for @bucktommyfluffebruary Day 4: Clingy Boyfriends Read Here or on AO3

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Yes, Evan." Tommy doesn't look up from his Men's Health magazine. There's a new article about protein smoothies he wanted to check over before recommending it to Evan. He bookmarks the page.

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would u still love me if i was a worm?

The text comes in at 3am and Tommy spends a few minutes blearily squinting at the screen in the dim light of his room before pecking out an answer.

Yes, Evan, I'd still love you if you were a worm.

He smiles at the responding emoji jumble, not quite awake enough to parse out whatever puzzle Evan's sent him. He understands the worm emoji at least. And the eggplant. Arm thrown over his eyes, Tommy hearts Evan's reply before locking his phone, one last glance at the lock screen to confirm his 6am alarm is still set. He'll need to be up early if he wants to grab the coffee Evan likes before he picks him up once his shift is over.

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"Hypothetically," Evan starts, head rolling along the headrest so he can rest blurry eyes on Tommy, a dopey smile stretching across his bruised cheek.

"Hypothetically?" Tommy prompts when it seems that Evan's lost the thread of conversation to the morphine haze, glancing over as he pulls up at a red light to check Evan hasn't already dozed off on him.

"Hypothetically," Evan starts up again, hand reaching out to trail along the back of Tommy's hand where it's resting on the gear shift. He seems to be thinking very hard, eyebrows scrunching as he searches for the rest of the words. Tommy waits him out. "Would you still love me? If I was a worm?"

Ah. Of course.

"Yes, Evan," Tommy says with a huff, turning his palm and snagging Evan's fingers before he can move too much and hurt himself. Runs his thumb along the thin skin of Evan's wrist so he can feel his pulse. Breathe and try to match his own the steady beat of Evan's and remind himself he's fine. A little banged up, sure, but totally fine.

"I'd still love you if you were a worm."

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"Hey," Evan whispers to the space between them, morning light gold and liquid as it stretches across the planes of Evan's back in bed next to him. Tommy hums appreciatively, palm reaching out to skim up Evan's flank and up to cup his shoulder.

"Hey," he says fondly.

"Would you still love me, do you think? If I was a worm?" Evan barely has time to bleat out a laugh before Tommy's on him, rolling them till Evan's pinned below him, hands coming up to bracket Tommy's hips instinctively.

"Yes, Evan," Tommy repeats, leaning in close, till their nose to nose, forehead to forehead. "I would love you if you were a worm. I'd build you a little worm house and change your soil and carry you around everywhere. I would still love you if you a worm or a bee or a snail or any creepy crawly thing. Any day, any week, always." Tommy says, punctuating the statement with a long, slow kiss that has Evan curling up into him, body unfurling as Evan hums warmly, pressing back in for a second kiss as Tommy moves to pull back.

"Okay good. Just checking."

#kris writes #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #bucktommy fluffebruary #911 #somehow these are getting sillier #In my mind this is a take on how different people show how they care along with a comment on Tommy's communication style #vs Buck's RSD and need for constant assurance #but also at its core it is deeply deeply silly

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xo2dee · 2 days ago

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NOW LOADING. .

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OPIA/GOJO NSFW WEEK 2023 - DAY TWO: FACE-FUCKING

PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face-fucking, dirty talk, slight degradation. WORD COUNT: 3,171 SUMMARY: He was the one to bring it up first, you just wanted to fulfill his wishes. Or: Gojo uses your throat.

A/N: id unhinge my jaw like a snake for this man

Your neck was slightly hurting from craning it so much, looking up at your lover from beneath your eyelashes with a coy smile and a lash of heat slipping across the expanse of your stomach. He looked no worse for wear, perhaps a little flustered if the red in cheeks spoke anything to you, yet from the fascinating way his pupils kept dilating and retracting back inwards you already just what was going on in that pretty little head of his. Head pressing back against the wall behind you the same time he licked his lips, you only waited patiently for his sign to go.

“You’re dead serious about this?”

“Yeah, but I remember you’re the one who said, ‘God, I wanna use your throat like I use your pussy’, soooo…”

Satoru’s throat cleared, lustrous eyes darting from your face and the random spot on the wall as he played back that particular time in his mind when balls deep inside of you and he had whined that out whenever you started to suck on his fingers. He was only torturing himself by beating around the bush, his arms coming up to brace himself against the wall just above your head, a frustrated huff leaving him as the strands of his hair bowed across his face, “Right, I did, but I didn’t think you were listening…” he shot an accusatory glance at you as you only cheekily shrugged, a sigh pushing out of his chest as the ever-growing presence of his arousal only seemed to grow in his sweatpants, “Okay, but you gotta tell me if it’s too much, y’know?”

You rolled your wrists to place your palms up atop your thighs, a placate gesture to soothe him before you eyed the dark stain forming on his sweats, “I’ll be okay, but if you want blue balls –”

“Alright, alright – sheesh,” Satoru nagged for a moment, sniffing like a snob before he rolled his wrists and one hand came down to toy with the elastic of his sweatpants, snapping it against his skin once before he reached inside and pulled his cock out. It bounced once, pretty pink on the tip and precum leaking that area as you could see he had already gotten excited at mere idea of the act. His hand returned to wall, his hips pushing forward enough to let his dick nearly kiss your lip as he spoke, “If I had known you’d wanted it this bad…”

“You call the shots.” Normally you didn’t necessarily like for people to take leads into what you were doing, but with how he was looking and acting towards you and how bad you wanted to watch that cocky expression to fall into bliss just from you alone you decided then you would listen to exactly what he wanted. You rose a brow again as you looked up through your lashes and gestured for him to continue.

Perhaps he was getting a little impatient.

“Spit on it.”

Oh, wow.

Your brows then curved upwards from his bold admission, but the pleasurable tingle coiling down into your abdomen and electrifying your clit were a different story on how the words made you feel. Nevertheless, from the way he kept his eyes on your form mere inches away from his hardened cock with that non-nonsense twist in his face, you obliged – gladly.

You sent Satoru one last grin as you readjusted yourself, angling your upper half forward as your hands came to rest on his hips while you pulled your face to hover just above his dick. The plush carpet was easy on your knees but did nothing to quell in the throbbing of your pussy and the dampness of you only growing to make of a mess of your lower regions. You already had saliva in your mouth from the earlier rough kissing that led to the moment, so swishing it around was easy enough until you got a considerable amount and let it come to sit at the breach of your mouth. You pushed yourself closer, his impossibly hot cock briefly ghosting in-between your tits as you let the slobber you conjured up slowly leak out of your lips to fall into his dry, awaiting, sweltering cock.

Once the first round of the spit came into contact with him, Satoru stirred above you. His hips slightly jerked and you heard a low exhale leave him as more of your drool began to coat him, all the while you grew increasingly aware of the searing imprint of his eyes watching you do the obscene action. You casted a glance up at him as you finished off with drooling all over his cock, your eyes meeting once more in a fiery fight for dominance as his hand came down to curl gently around the sides of your head.

Satoru’s chest was heavy with his breathing and you watch a small tilt of his lips angle upwards as he regarded you for the job, “Such a good girl… So ready to let me fuck your throat?”

Did he even have to ask? You were about to give him the best head of his goddamn life.

You sent him a patronizing look as you snorted, enjoying the way his expression twitched and he sighed while pressing the tip against your lips again, tracing them as he shook his head, “What am I gonna do with you?” You rolled your eyes and gaped when he slapped his tip atop on your bottom lip, “Aht, aht, aht, don’t be like that. Now stick your tongue out.”

Your insides curled at the command, fire licking up your spine, as you did as he asked and the reward of his cock slapping the tip of your tongue had your clit throbbing. A dab precum saturated itself on your tastebuds, more spreading as he slid his dick across the expanse of your tongue and chuckled to himself whenever you batted your eyelashes and shifted on your knees, the dampness in your panties causing more of a problem than you thought.

“You’re so desperate, it’s cute. Now why don’t you really make me happy?” Both of his hands returned to the wall, pushing his hips forward to emphasize his point for you to really get on with the show.

You decided then you were more than ready to watch him fall apart, one hand rising to smear the rest of your drool over the expanse of him. Your fingers tickled the underside of him briefly before you traced that one vein protruding outwards as you watched his cock finally stand to full attention and leaning your body back far enough so that the reddened tip of him was inches from your awaiting lips. You sent him one last look before curling a hand around the whole of him, and you started off by pressing a kiss to the tip of his dick.

The skin of it was hot against your closed lips, the presence of him all but completely invading all five of your senses as you grew hungry for more. You pulled away from the chaste kiss and parted your mouth open to let your warm tongue slide across the slit of him so slowly and wet, lapping around the spot in kitten licks that had him twitching underneath your hand. He stirred above you again, his arms folding into the wall and one hand reaching pack to grasp your head, slightly pressing harder into it. You took that as to remove yourself from tonguing away in jabs at the slit of him and twisting your wrist to angle his cock upwards, letting your tongue sluggishly slide up the underside of his cock as he began to throb in your hand and the vein you paid extra attention to bulge more outwards.

Another breath left Satoru, yet that time noisier and spurning you on to continue to hear more of him. The sound made you puff out a breath of hot, humid air against him, kissing back up the length of him until you were back at his tip and circling your tongue about in rotation as the taste of his precum dissolved onto your appendage and into your tastebuds. The taste of him let you hum, your eyes finally closing as you firmly wrapped your lips around the top half of him. That action got you more movement as he seemed to buckle somewhat from the entrance of your warm, wet mouth around his cockhead. A hum you hadn’t ever heard before vibrated out of his chest as his fingers tightened onto your head, but they made no move to pull you forward more onto his cock.

He was waiting until you gave the get-go.

“Keep going… Fuck,” he breathily let out, his tone betraying his body on just how he was feeling with part of his cock in your mouth. Your mind fogged for moment at his voice as you thought hard about your next effort.

Your toes curled into what they could of the carpet below you, your face feeling hot and dizzy from lust as you began to stroke what you could of him in your mouth with the tip on your tongue. It was deliberate strokes to the underside of his tip, more precum oozing out of him the more you licked and sucked away. However, once you realized you were only getting harsher sounds of his breathing you picked up the pace, something that made you hollow your cheeks outwards and taking a sizeable inhale as you pushed your head further down his cock to let more his hot skin take up the place of your mouth. Once you were far enough to where your nose was pressing against to where your hand was wrapped around the base of him, you hummed.

Satoru’s reaction was instantaneous; his hips rocked forward as a louder more groan-sounding grunt pushed past his lips and his cock slid down further into your throat. You gagged only once, and a flutter of your eyelashes upwards let you see his forehead had come to press against the wall yet he kept his eyes on watching you sucking his cock. However, meeting your eyes that still held that glittering, teasing tint in them pushed another low gravelly noise from him as he ended up closing them and biting his lip. You feasted eyes on the tendons of his neck straining against the skin as he swallowed and huffed about to keep control inside of him.

You wanted more.

The arousal coating your cunt was growing harder to ignore, yet you pushed it away in favor of watching him come undone as you began to focus more on sucking the soul out of him through his cock. It was a gradual bobbing as you started, your hand taking the space you didn’t have in your mouth to pump away at his cock while the part inside of your grew more layered in saliva as you started to slurp at the appendage trying to suck through his skin until you got to the very nerves of him. He was hot (literally and figuratively) and the smell of his natural scent along with still hints of his cologne combined with the taste of him was driving you mad, the pulsing inside of you begging for attention as you eagerly suckled away at his cock.

You pulled back off of him for a brief moment when he grunted and jerked his hips forward again, taking a long inhale as a string of saliva latched from your top lip to his tip when you released him from the hot, wet cavern that was your mouth. You watched his head lull around and heard the cervical vertebrae in his neck crack after doing so, a long shuddering breath leaving him as canted his hips forward in a plea for more of your mouth around him. You treated him in letting your tongue swipe back up the slit of him, taking off more precum as you went and moaning when you licked off the dab of it on the corner of your mouth when it dripped a little too much.

He had opened his eyes then and watched the entire action with flushed cheeks and knotted brows, while you got to watch his eyes slightly widen before you laid another kiss to the tip with another taunting glance back up to him. That time, you wanted to go further.

You leant your head back, pressing more into the wall as you opened your mouth and gave the get-go to all but fuck your throat.

“Fuck.”

You gave a moan at the expletive, though it was quickly smothered by his cock sliding its way back into your mouth, however that time pushing past the area you had been in and eagerly finding its way to slide down into your throat. You gagged the same time Satoru moaned, his hips pushing forward more to completely pin you against the wall so that he had leverage to move his hips and fuck your face as much as he wanted. Your own hands fell to grip onto his pants, nails digging through the fabric and pricking the skin of his thighs as he groaned and readjusted his stance for what he was getting ready to do.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this… Remind me to eat your pussy after this,” his hips canted down further, another inch into your throat as drool began to seep out of your mouth and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

There were no other words exchanged and he was setting a leisure pace to fuck your throat, before it wasn’t doing enough for him and moved faster – harder, until you were all but gagging on his cock with each well aimed thrust and drool slobbering out of your mouth which each whining gasp he made when he pushed himself in and out. You shifted your thighs as the obscene noises flooded the bedroom, having your heel pressed up the span of your soaking cunt through your underwear. The action caused a brief grind of relief but doubled down into more pleasure you wanted as you moaned around him again while he began to push into your face enough that you were able to feel his tip slam into the back of your throat with each push inwards. His cock jerked inside of your mouth and began throb in intervals from your increased speed, humid huffs leaving his mouth as you only continued onward whilst rocking your cunt against your heel.

Apparently Satoru had caught onto your actions, a groan falling out his chest when you opened your eyes to meet his flushed face as he watched you rock back and forth on your heel. “Getting yourself off because I’m fucking your face? God, that’s what I love about you; not afraid to be an overeager slut.”

The words made your clit throb, a whine garbled by the intensity of his cock in your throat as you only managed a gag and a squeal leaving your lips as his balls began to bounce back onto your chin. Your neck was aching as he bent your head more, curling your thumb into your fist to hope your gag reflex would kick in while a pool of tears began to blur your vision. He groaned above you again, his voice growing more whiney and smoldering you at your core the longer it went on and your throat gaped itself open more to allow room his cock.

Your gagging was in a rhythm by then, saliva bubbling itself at your lips with each push in and out of his cock and you could only open your eyes to a blurred vision of him with his eyebrows pinched together his mouth opened in a, ‘O’ before you got to watch it slowly fall apart and his groans became keening gasps. Satoru’s thrusts became sloppy; hips jutting into you as the back of your head pressed firmly into the wall behind you began to knock into it slightly, and you only had a few seconds before you realized that he was about to cum.

“I’m –” Satoru started off, breaking off with a low hum and shaking his head as though to clear his thoughts, “God, I’m gonna cum – Fuck, please swallow.”

You resisted the urge to laugh at how high-pitched the last part came out, mentally retorting with, ‘Well, where else is your cum gonna go?’ before he was pulling out of you with a, ‘pop!’ and his hands were cradling your head in a different way to maneuver how he wanted. You could only manage a raspy keen of ragged air, huffing through your mouth only an option for a second before he was pushing himself back inside at a near ninety-degree angle to fully situate his cock all the way into your throat. Your nose was pressed against the pubic hair of his groin, his musky scent sending your nerves into overdrive as you rocked forward onto your heel with a low hum and Satoru seized up with loud moan as his cock only throbbed once with the intent to cum.

And cum he did.

Your tongue wiggled underneath the expanse of his cock as it spurted out his cum in intervals, your eyes rolling back into your head at the taste as you could only wait for it to seep down into your throat so you could swallow it. His cum spattered against the roof of your mouth, your gums, onto the back of your molars as you let him continue to ride through his orgasm with patience. Satoru always seemed to cum a lot as well, finally pulling off of you after ropes of it with a sigh as you swallowed greedily as much as you could, wiping the rest from your mouth with the back of your hand while he tucked his cock back into his pants and leant down next you.

A warm hand came to rub at your throat, the other using a thumb to wipe away any stray tears as his switch flipped, “You alright?’

Sagging against the wall, you cleared your throat with a coy smile, “Never better.” A little raspy but it was doable, something that made him laugh and pinch your cheek.

“My little trooper,” he snickered at your disgruntled expression, swatting his hand away as he suddenly moved off of you and in-between your legs. You eyed him warily as he laid down on his front, coaxing your thighs apart as his fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts and panties. You sighed and let yourself be pulled further down.

“You don’t have to –”

“It’s not a have to, it’s a want to, babe. Now,” he kissed the inside of your thigh and began to slide your clothes down off of your legs, “Think your throat can hold out while I eat your pussy?”

#{🩸} nee fics #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kasien

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semisasseater · 2 days ago

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COLOR MY WORLD 너로 가득해 ─ se-mi

⤷ Love of my heart 텅 빈 내 세상에

│pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader │genre : hurt, comfort, and fluff │warnings : mentions of anxiety/panic attack, comfort after distress, soft intimacy │summary : se-mi seeing you have a panic attack makes her feel bad, so why not allow you to do something you always wanted? color on her tattoos │wc : 273 │authors note : guys i actually LOVE my girlfriend gabby so much she’s the cutest girl ever !! she’s my favorite person ahh i love her sm my baby also yes this is short. not proofread

if you enjoyed likes or reblogs would be amazing! feedback is appreciated also requests are open!!

You exhale shakily, fingers still trembling as you sit cross-legged on the floor of Se-mi’s tiny apartment. The panic had come and gone like a passing storm, leaving you exhausted, but not quite ready to rest.

Se-mi watches you from the couch, her sharp eyes softer than usual. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t push—just shifts in place, rolling up the sleeve of her hoodie to expose the ink along her forearm.

“You wanna color?” she asks, voice low.

You blink at her, grounding yourself in the present. “What?”

She nods toward the coffee table, where your colored pens sit in a messy pile from some half-finished doodle session days ago. “My tattoos you always say they’d look good in color”

Your fingers twitch, itching for something to focus on. Se-mi must notice because she leans forward, resting her arm in your lap. “Go for it” she murmurs.

You trace the intricate lines of her tattoos—black ink sprawling across her pale skin, a mix of floral patterns and abstract designs. Some of them are old, slightly faded, while others look fresh, like she’d gotten them recently. You grab a pink pen and start carefully filling in the petals of a cherry blossom near her wrist.

The simple motion of coloring, of feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips, slows your racing thoughts. Se-mi hums softly, her free hand brushing against your knee as if to remind you she’s still there.

“You okay?” she asks after a while.

You nod, switching to a red pen for the next section. “Yeah this helps”

She grins, tilting her head. “Good might make this a permanent thing if you do a good job”

You roll your eyes but smile anyway, settling into the quiet with her. The world outside may still be overwhelming, but here, in the warmth of Se-mi’s presence, things feel a little easier.

@semisasseater

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heliosunny · 3 days ago

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Feel free to decline this request, Can I have a second part of this request:

https://www.tumblr.com/heliosunny/773346218817552384/hi-i-saw-your-recent-yandere-soshiro-hoshina?source=share

Where the y/n succeed escape from him but what Soshiro didn't know that y/n was pregnant of his child and he caught y/n again with a baby with them.

Yall r brutal :)))) I love it

The cold night air stung your lungs, your legs ached, and your heartbeat pounded in your ears like a war drum. Every step forward was a desperate plea for freedom. Every sharp inhale was a silent prayer that you wouldn’t hear his voice calling after you.

You didn’t dare look back.

For months, you had been a prisoner in the depths of his obsession. Locked away from the world by Hoshina Soshiro, your childhood friend, the man who once stood at your side, only to rip you from the future you were meant to bound with his brother, Soichiro.

The day Soshiro shattered your world, there had been so much blood. Soichiro’s guards had been slain in silence, their corpses cooling beneath the moonlight. And standing at the threshold, sword in hand, was Soshiro—his eyes burning with something dark, something mad. He let a Kaiju out. Just to get you into his arms.

“I told you, Y/N” he had murmured, stepping over the bodies. “You were meant to be mine.”

You had fought. But nothing stopped him.

And for months, nothing saved you.

You pressed a trembling hand to your abdomen as you ran, feeling the faintest swell beneath your palm. A secret. A life hidden from him. A life that could not be his.

Your child.

Soshiro didn’t know. He couldn’t know.

You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself forward, until a shadow stepped into your path.

Cold dread washed over you.

The figure was familiar. Soshiro. With his physical strength, you knew he'd catch up, but not this fast. Your breath stopped. A slow, measured step. Then another.

He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “You ran from me.” His voice was quiet, almost disappointed.

You took a step back, instinct screaming at you to flee. But the moment you moved—

Soshiro’s hand shot forward, seizing your wrist in an iron grip.

You gasped, struggling, but he only pulled you closer. Close enough that you could see the glint of a blade at his hip, the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, as if he had been searching for you for hours. And he had.

“I gave you everything” he whispered, his breath fanning against your skin.

You had to lie. Had to make him believe this was nothing. That you weren’t carrying his child.

“I-I was scared,” you gasped, voice shaking. “I just needed air, Soshiro—”

A sharp inhale. His grip tightened. One unpredictable move coming from him, his other hand moved before you could stop him. Pressing against your stomach.

You froze.

Soshiro stilled, his fingers spreading slowly, deliberately, over the slight curve beneath your robes. His body tensed, trembling against you.

“…What” he whispered, voice dangerously low.

Terror shot down your spine.

“Soshiro, I—”

His fingers dug into your skin. Not enough to hurt—just enough to trap.

“I know you've been acting weird lately, are you hiding something?”

You swallowed hard. “I-It’s—”

“You had an affair?”

Then, realization dawned in his violet eyes.

His breath shuddered. His pupils dilated. His entire body stiffened, then relaxed, as if some unseen weight had lifted from his shoulders.

And then he laughed. A low, breathless chuckle at first. Then deeper, heavier. A laugh that sent chills up your spine.

He exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead against yours.

“So that’s why you ran.”

Your stomach twisted.

His hands trembled as they cupped your face, almost reverent. “You weren’t running away from me,” he murmured. “You were running away with my child.”

You flinched, panic rising in your throat. “Soshiro, please—”

He hushed you gently, brushing his lips against your temple.

“I should be furious,” he whispered. “I should punish you for keeping this from me.”

His hand suddenly curled around your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Feeling your pulse hammer beneath his fingers. His breath was unsteady, his body trembling against yours.

A pause. Nothing terrifies you more than a silence at such moment.

“…But you’re carrying my heir.”

His arms shifted, wrapping around you, pulling you against him like you were the only thing keeping him sane.

“You were carrying a piece of me all along.”

He pressed a kiss against your temple. Then another. And another. His lips ghosted over your skin, feverish, desperate. Then, a deep, shuddering exhale.

“That means you were always mine.”

He stopped

“But... you were going to take my child from me.” His voice dropped, almost trembling. “Do you know what that means, Y/N?”

You didn’t want to know. But Soshiro only smiled.

“It means you’re never leaving me again.”

You trembled. “Soshiro, stop—”

“Do you understand how much I love you?” His voice cracked. “I was willing to kill everyone for you. Burn everything just to have you back.”

He was not done with you.

Soshiro tilted his head, smiling slightly. “Do you know what that felt like?” His tone was soft, almost gentle. “To wake up alone, knowing you’d rather face the world with nothing than stay by my side?”

“You’ll come back with me now.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Won’t you?”

The last thing you saw before the world blurred was his smirk. And then, the world went dark.

Hoshina Soshiro always caught his prey.

Another attempt. Failed.

Smoke filled the air.

The village, the one that sheltered you, the one that gave you hope, was burning. And you could do nothing but watch.

Bound, wrists aching from the cruel bite of rope, you sat slumped against the cold ground, body trembling with exhaustion. The metallic tang of blood—your blood clung to your lips from where you had bitten down too hard, holding back sobs that threatened to escape.

This wasn’t happening.

But the distant screams told you otherwise.

Your breath hitched as a shadow loomed over you. Hoshina Soshiro stood before you, his silhouette cast against the inferno he had unleashed. Calm. Unshaken. A man who had just wiped out an entire village without so much as breaking a sweat.

He turned slightly, eyes gleaming in the firelight as he observed your expression. “Still crying over them?” His voice was almost amused.

“They—They didn’t deserve this” you choked out.

Soshiro exhaled, crouching in front of you, his calloused fingers brushing over your sweat-dampened hair. The touch was gentle.

“They hid you from me,” he murmured, tilting his head. “That was their first mistake.”

You shuddered. “Soshiro, please—”

His fingers suddenly wrapped around your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“And then they dared to touch what’s mine.” His voice dropped.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing this nightmare to end.

It didn’t.

Because the moment you opened them again—

A survivor stumbled from the wreckage.

A villager. An old woman. Someone who had fed you, sheltered you. Helped you hide. She was injured, blood dripping from a wound on her temple, but she looked at you—only you and you saw it.

Your lips parted, a desperate cry rising in your throat—

And then Soshiro moved. Before you could blink, his blade sang through the air.

The old woman froze.

Her body swayed. She crumpled. Lifeless.

Your scream tore through the night.

But Soshiro only smiled.

His sword dripped red as he turned to face you fully, watching, waiting—drinking in your horror.

He stepped closer, lowering himself once more, voice a whisper against your ear.

“Now you understand.”

A hand pressed against your stomach.

“You and our child?” His lips curled. “You have no one left but me.”

The fire roared behind him, devouring the remnants of everything you once called freedom.

The first time you awoke after giving birth, you expected to feel weak. You expected to feel pain.

What you didn’t expect was the sound of your child cooing softly.

Heart hammering, you forced your heavy eyelids open only to freeze at the sight before you.

Soshiro sat near the window, bathed in morning light, cradling the infant in his arms.

Your child.

His fingers traced the baby’s tiny features with something unreadable in his expression. Softness.

“…They have your nose,” he murmured, not even looking at you.

He turned then, meeting your gaze—and smiling.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he said smoothly. “I was wondering when you’d wake up.”

You tried to sit up, but your body was exhausted. Your child stirred at the sudden movement, making the smallest sound and Soshiro immediately hushed them.

His grip adjusted, careful yet firm, as he rocked the infant slightly. “Shh… I know,” he whispered, voice softer than you’d ever heard. “Mommy’s just waking up.”

A lump formed in your throat.

This was wrong.

Soshiro—a killer was holding your child with such care, as if they were the most fragile thing in the world.

As if he truly believed himself to be a devoted father.

“…Give them to me” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Soshiro chuckled. “So eager?” He tapped a gentle finger against the baby’s cheek, watching as they blinked up at him. “You should rest. You’ve been through a lot.”

You clenched your fists. “That’s my baby, Soshiro.”

His eyes flickered. Without warning, he stood, still holding the infant.

Soshiro slowly approached the bed, looking down at you, towering over you.

His shadow swallowed you whole.

And then—he leaned down.

He placed the baby in your arms, but his hands didn’t move away.

Instead, he lowered himself beside you, his arms wrapping around both of you.

Caging you in.

He nuzzled his face against your shoulder, inhaling deeply. His voice was barely above a whisper.

“We’re never going to be apart again.”

You felt his lips ghost over your temple.

“Never.”

#yandere x reader #yandere #hoshina soshiro x reader #hoshina x you #soshiro hoshina #hoshina x reader #vice captain hoshina #kaiju number 8 #kn8 hoshina #kn8 x reader

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mattsbrowser · 11 hours ago

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Daddy's Money

olderbf!matt x doll!reader

| warnings: fluff, kissing

Shopping. is one of your favorite things, you even go as far as to call it a hobby. Many would say addiction but, a hobby sounds better. Growing up you always loved shopping, or even spending money. It could be random things or stuff you actually needed. Luckily for you, Matt always loved making his little doll happy.

''Matt'' you slightly whisper, creaking the bedroom door open as you hear him on the phone to someone. you hear him yell, ''No, Chris I told you I can't today-- fuck--- god'' he sighs, wiping his face with his hand. your petite frame slips past the door, tip-toeing into the room. Matt sighs before turning around, his face dropping all the aggression when his eyes lock with yours.

Matt walks towards you, everything Chris is yapping about in his ear has gone out the window. his palm presses against your cheek as his thumb caresses it. he gives you a soft smile as you lean into his touch, wrapping your hand around his wrist, reciprocating the soft smile. ''Chris I'll-- I'll call you back, k bye'' he says softly, hanging up and placing his phone in his back pocket.

''hi baby'' he whispers, gently cupping your face with both hands. you wrap your hands around each of his wrists, ''hi matty'' you smile. ''is everything okay?'' he asks, faint concern on his face. you pout and slightly shake your head batting your eyelashes up at him. he cocks his head to the side, ''no'' you whisper. Matt's expression changes to sadness, ''what's the matter, who hurt my little doll''

he asks. you look down at the floor before your eyes meet his again. ''I was doing my laundry, and I accidentally ruined my lace set'' You deepen the pout. Matt gives you a sympathetic look, ''Oh baby, the one I love so much?'' you nod in response and he tuts his tongue, ''Can we go shopping?'' you bat your lashes again. ''oh, of course, we can sweet thing, I don't want my baby sad now do I?'' you shake your head in response. ''let's go then' he drops his hands and gives your ass a light slap as you giggle merely skipping out the door.

You arrive at the mall, eagerly jumping out of the car as soon as Matt parks. He lets out a chuckle, emerging from the car after you. You make a beeline to your favorite store, Victoria's Secret, your excitement bubbling as you lock eyes with the lace sets they have in the display window, your eyes beaming with light. Matt trails behind you letting out chuckles to himself at your excitement.

As you enter the store, the very familiar scent of different perfumes fills your nose, and you're instantly drawn to the racks of delicate lace and satin sets, Matt eventually catching up to you when you stop. You stand in silence and awe scanning through the selection to find the perfect one. Matt stays nearby watching you flick through each one. After a while, you finally find a perfect, soft blush pink set. You take it off the rack and hold it up with a slight gasp. Matt tucks his phone in his back pocket, looking up at you.

''It's-- perfect,'' you whisper out, Matt moving closer to you. He sucks in a sharp breath scanning the article of clothing. ''What d'you think?'' you ask, turning to Matt and holding it against you. He pauses, looking at it once again, intently, before looking at you, your lip in between your top teeth with nerves. ''it's--- it's beautiful,'' he finally speaks. ''Are you sure? because they have it in a baby bl--'' Matt cuts you off with a finger to your lips. ''It's perfect baby, perfect,'' he objectifies. You give him a soft smile and look at the clothing again with a nod, ''Isn't it, I love it!'' you exclaim, clutching it to your chest.

Matt returns the smile whilst pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. He takes out his credit card, handing it to you. You smile, blowing him an air kiss before turning to go to the checkout, Matt grabs your arm to stop you. You give him a confused look, seeing the smirk on his face. He leans down to whisper in your ear, ''Is that all you're getting?'' he asks, ''Y-yeah,'' you reply, still confused. He tuts his tongue, shaking his head, ''Go get a few more of them and that perfume you love so much,'' he says, you smile again with a nod, ''Okay! thank you, Matty,'' he leans in once again, ''Go put daddy's money to good use, hmm?'' his breath warm against your ear, you shiver before he kisses your neck and pulls away, giving you a wink.

thank god you got new underwear because Matt left you soaked walking to the counter.

and he knew that.

tags: @pvssychicken @idontcare4urmom @summerchris @kaisturni @trevorsgodmother @slutt4matt @pearlzier @sturniolosiphone @dirtylittleheart333 @chaossturns @banqnakilp @sturnsmadl @aniesvision @lianaloverr @chriss-slut @obsidianbaby @sturniologals @l34n @likeumeanit9497 @teddybearbad @iluvmattsbeard @miss-sturn @kiibichio @meerkatzthings @mattscoquette @pkfferoo @slxt4chriss @mqttittude @fratbrochrisgf @sofieeeeex-blog @watercolorskyy @ifwdominicfike @luvs4matt @esioleren @angelic-l0ver @blahbel668 @mattsturnswife @conspiracy-ash @chriseatingmeoutin4k @chrissypoosworld @izusbae @stvrnmc @sophand4n4 @matts-myloverboy @zayluvss @ivysturnss @mattsfavoritestar @emely9274 @courta13

#olderbfmatt #matt sturniolo #mattsbrowser 𝜗𝜚 #sturniolo nation #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut

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sylus-little-meow-meow · 3 days ago

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The Sleepover: Part 3

She's back with Sylus again.

But it's that day.

The day she finally decided to end things.

He's standing in “their” room, his gaze distant, like always and that's something she could never change no matter how many times she tried.

She could wear the most gorgeous gowns or a potato sack and he'd simply give her a once over and a non committal “you look lovely” before he went back to whatever he was doing, his gaze never lingering.

He's changing out of his robe and into something more befitting of a leader.

She's never even seen him in casual wear.

Sylvia: Sylus?

Sylus: Yes, kitten?

He doesn't look in her direction, doesn't note the shift in her tone.

Sylvia looks at her fingers.

Sylvia: You're never going to love me in the way I do you, are you?

The man freezes on the spot, his fingertips hovering over a black button down before he withdraws his hand.

Sylus: Where is this coming from all of a sudden?

Sylvia gives a laugh, but it's hollow just like this entire relationship.

Sylvia: You're dancing around the question. You don't want to answer it, do you?

Sylus: Kitten—

He turns around but she slips off of the bed, fighting back tears as she yanks off the shit she tried using to impress Sylus in the bedroom, the see through nightgown about as appetizing to him as a box of stale crackers.

She's biting her lip so hard it's almost bleeding.

What's worse?

Having an ex so obsessed with you to the point they'd kill one of the most precious people in your life?

Or one who doesn't care at all?

Granted, at least with Sylus she'd still have her older sister.

But she doesn't have either because her love life is a mess and every man she chooses is just…

She shouldn't feel hurt towards Sylus.

This is nothing in comparison to what she went through, but the frustration of him agreeing to date her despite the fact he probably knew he'd never love her is too much.

Because she loves him.

Right down to her core she knows she's fallen in love with him.

And that's why she needs to let him go.

This will always be one sided and it's become clear there's someone else out there he's looking for.

She can see it in the way his gaze sweeps over every destination, like some part of him is missing and maybe he thought it was her once upon a time, but now they both know better.

It isn't her.

So she goes to the closet, moving him out of the way as she begins to collect her things.

Her jaw is clenched and her eyes are hard.

Outwardly she'll show anger, yet on the inside she's crying for him to stop her.

For some small part of him to care.

Sylus: What are you doing, kitten?

Sylvia: Nothing you need to worry about. I'm done here. This was fun, but I think it's time we cut things off.

Sylus looks down at her.

She internally pleads for him to hold her back, to lightly grab her wrist, to ask her to stop what she's doing but he doesn't.

Instead he steps back.

Sylus: If that's what you truly want, kitten.

Her hand pauses.

Sylvia: If you really think this is what I want you should go fuck yourself.

She yanks the last piece of clothing off the hanger and spins towards him, the tears threatening to spill over, but she won't allow them to because Sylus doesn't deserve her vulnerability.

Sylvia: I wanted love and I wanted a partner. You've made it clear you don't want to act as either of those for me. You're not even present in this relationship.

Sylus stares at her, the quiet expanding between them and her outburst.

There's not even a flair or hint of emotion in his eyes.

She wants to cry.

She wants to scream.

She wants to throw something just to get him to react to her presence at all.

But she doesn't.

Instead she stalks past him, her gaze trained forward, eyes on a door that will open and shut for the very last time.

Sylvia: Send me the rest of my things when you get the chance. Try not to forget because I know half the time you forgot I was even your girlfriend. Have a nice life, Sylus.

She says and then slams the door behind her.

When she sees Mephisto, she ducks her head to hide oncoming tears.

It's over.

They're done.

The memory turned dream fades as a cool hand brushes against her forehead.

Sylvia: Sylus…?

She murmurs, nuzzling her face into that same hand, pressing it more into her cheek with her own.

Sylvia: Did you come back for me…?

Her voice cracks, tears seeping through her closed eyes.

She buries her face into his palm. Did he finally see her after all this time?

The voice doesn't say anything, but the hand tries pulling away and Sylvia clings tighter, not wanting to let go of this one small gesture.

Sylvia: Don't go.

Sylvia: Please.

She sounds pathetic, pleading like this, but she can't help it.

If he's here now, even if this is a dream, she doesn't want to let him go. She wants him to stay.

She's completely forgotten that Sylus already moved on with another.

All she knows is that one small gesture from Sylus proving that their time meant something to him would mean everything to her.

Sylvia: Don't go.

She says again and feels the hand shift, no longer trying to pull away and her body relaxes as a second one brushes the hair out of her face.

They're surprisingly gentle.

Caring.

She manages to slip into a peaceful sleep, feeling the hands of someone who cares about her.

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Felix awoke to the sounds of Sylvia calling out in her sleep.

He got up off the couch and found her tangled up in her bedsheets, her face flushed and beads of sweat trickling into her hairline.

Did she feel sick?

Did she need to throw up?

He approached her and gently touched her cheek.

Then he heard a name.

Sylvia: Sylus…?

She said it so quietly, her voice cracking at the last syllable.

Felix stiffened and attempted to pull away, not wanting to confuse her if she fully woke up.

But she held fast.

She asked Sylus to stay.

And it killed Felix that it wasn't him she was asking, but some other man.

He swallowed his pride, ducking his head as he warred with himself, wondering if there was even a right choice.

In the end, the hopeful expression on Sylvia's face—her eyes still closed—made him shift closer and brush the strands of hair off of her forehead with gentle finger tips.

She relaxed then, a content smile finding its way to her lips.

Felix didn't leave until he knew she was fully asleep.

She didn't need to wake up and have her dreams crushed when she realized it was him.

Felix goes to leave, but pauses at the doorway, looking back at Sylvia, her silver hair mussed, her face clear of makeup which softens her features.

It's looking at her that Felix realizes Sylvia wasn't the only one in this room with an unrequited love, wondering what it would be like if Sylvia looked at him like she did with Sylus.

He'll probably never know.

He won't ask that of her.

She's got more on her plate than just a man who didn't return her feelings.

So he gently shuts the door behind him and pads over to the couch, lying in wake for the rest of the night.

#sylus angst #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace #sylvia #sylus #sylus fic #lads sylus #felix

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callmemonster68 · 2 days ago

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HEESEUNG - Pray for me ( smut )

Heeseung: Make your confessions, dear… which one is the worst?

Pairing: Heeseung X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises

The night was thick, charged with electricity. Y/N waited for Heeseung in her apartment, her heart racing in anticipation. Their relationship was a well-kept secret within the entertainment company where they worked as trainers. But, when they were alone, all the tension turned into pure and burning desire.

The sound of the doorbell pulled her out of her daydreams. Upon opening the door, Heeseung entered without ceremony, his dark eyes devouring her.

Heeseung: You're not wearing anything but my shirt. (he murmured, his voice hoarse, his fingers sliding along the hem of the garment)

Y/N smiled slyly, biting their lower lip, provocatively.

Y/N: I thought you would like it.

He laughed softly, but there was something different about him that night. Something wilder, more intense. Before she could process it, she was pressed against the wall, Heeseung's lips dominating hers in an urgent kiss. His large hands explored her body, moving up her bare thighs, squeezing her skin with a delicious possessiveness.

Heeseung: Call me superficial, but today I just need your beautiful face. (whispered against his lips, eyes full of obscene promises)

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of excitement and total surrender. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress without ceremony. His predatory gaze burned, and she realized she was about to see a side of him she had never seen before.

He ripped off his own shirt and knelt on the bed, his fingers sliding until they firmly grasped his hair.

Heeseung: Stay on the floor until your knees hurt (the order came laden with lust)

Y/N obeyed, sliding out of bed and kneeling before him. Her nimble fingers undid the button of his pants, releasing his rigid and throbbing dick. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with pure temptation, before wrapping her warm lips around the tip. Heeseung let out a low moan, one hand holding her neck while the other caressed her face.

Heeseung: No more prayers, darling, I will be your preacher. (his voice was laden with authority and lust)

Y/N intensified the movements, savoring every hoarse moan he let out, every tug on her hair that made her feel even more in control of the situation. He was surrendered to her, but at the same time, it was he who set the pace.

When he could no longer contain himself, Heeseung pulled her up, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. He removed the clothes she was wearing, leaving her completely naked.

Heeseung: Make your confessions, dear… which one is the worst? (whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe right after)

Y/N: Maybe it's how much I'm enjoying the way you're treating me... (Y/N groaned, feeling his fingers sinking into her skin, preparing her for more)

Heeseung: So I'll keep guiding you... (he growled before putting her on all fours and fillingher, eliciting a loud moan from her lips)

The speed of his movements increased, each thrust making the mattress creak beneath them. He held her wrists against her back, completely dominating her.

Heeseung: You like it when I'm like this, don't you? (provoked, baptizing each impulse with fiery kisses on his neck)

Y/N: Yes... Heeseung, please... more... (pleaded, feeling the pleasure dangerously build up inside her)

He laughed softly, increasing the pace until they both completely lost themselves in pleasure, whispering each other's names like a profane prayer that would echo through the night.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #heeseung fanfic #heeseung smut #smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung enhypen #enhypen heeseung #enha #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen x reader

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bridgyrose · 18 hours ago

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@lesbianneopolitan gave me a fun idea for angst, so.... here's something based off her Neo designs.

Neo recoiled as she heard the voice of the Curious Cat run through her mind. Her muscles tensed up, ready to try to fight for control of her body as she swore she was back at the Ever After. Her heart raced when she heard a footstep behind her in the empty mansion, her own body turning to try to see who or what was behind her. She felt someone grab her arm and on instinct, all she could do was use her claws to swipe at them, only to freeze when she heard Ruby’s familiar scream.

It was the sound of blood hitting tile that finally grounded her, pulling her back to the kitchen she stood in. Then, the smell of blood finally hit her, almost making her stomach churn. And yet, all she could do was stare at the deep cuts on Ruby’s arm as she tried to stop the bleeding.

“Its okay, I know you didnt mean it this time,” Ruby said quietly as she ran water over her arm to clean it before bandaging it up. “It uh… it must have been bad this time.”

Neo nodded quietly and slowly, looking at the blood on her nails. These episodes, as Ruby had put it, were starting to become more frequent and it felt like she was losing herself once more. But this time, she couldnt tell if it was to herself, or to whatever the Cat had made her.

Her ears twitched as she heard Ruby cut some gauze to wrap around her arm. She couldnt seem to find it in herself to look at her, not wanting to see the disappointment or anger she must have felt. All she could manage to do was use her semblance to hide the cat features she had… to appear as normal as she could instead of the monster she’d become.

Ruby gave a quiet grunt as she finished tying up her wound. “There, that should stop it until it can heal.” She then gave a quick look at Neo. “You know you can talk to me about it.”

“You should hate me," Neo signed slowly as she caught a glance of her reflection on a spoon. She used her semblance to hide the cat features and relaxed a bit when she saw herself as normal again. “I hurt you again-”

“And I’ve accepted that having you in my life again is going to hurt,” Ruby interrupted her, her voice almost seeming to hesitate as she spoke. “What you’re going through… what the Curious Cat did to you… you shouldnt have to go through that alone. I want to be here for you.”

Neo flinched as she felt Ruby’s hand on her shoulder. She didnt… couldnt… understand why Ruby was being so nice to her after everything she put her through. And yet, as Ruby’s hand pulled away, she did feel like she had someone she could trust again. Someone that would be by her side.

And then she grabbed Ruby’s wrist.

She didnt want to be alone anymore. She had wanted Ruby to stay but she didnt have the words for it. Her whole body still felt tense, her fingers shook too much to sign accurately, and as she tried to grab her scroll, she couldnt seem to get her fingers to grip it like she was supposed to. All she could manage to do was hold Ruby’s wrist as her body started to shake.

“I’m not planning on leaving,” Ruby said quietly as she freed her wrist. “I’m just going to sit down. You can join me if you’d like.”

Neo shook her head at first, not wanting to hurt Ruby anymore, but then paused and slowly nodded as she followed Ruby to the couch. Even as she sat down, she kept her distance from Ruby and took a few deep breaths to calm her heart. The Curious Cat was gone, she was home in a rebuilt Vale…

She was safe.

Her ears twitched once more as she heard Ruby start to move closer, but this time, she didnt try to move away. Even as she flinched again when she felt Ruby’s arm around her, she leaned into the touch and let her semblance drop. She felt Ruby’s fingers run across her back and she couldnt help but relax into the touch.

Ruby gave her a soft smile. “I dont understand everything you went through with the curious cat, but I do want to be here for you. And when you’re ready, you can talk to me.”

Neo felt her heart start to race as Ruby spoke, her body tensing up once more. On instinct, she pulled away and rushed to the room she was staying in, slamming the door shut as she tried to take a few deep breaths. This feeling was different from before. No panic, no pain, just her heart racing uncontrollably.

“Neo?” Ruby asked through the door. “Are you okay?”

Neo didnt answer, sliding down the door until she held her knees to her chest. Her nails dug into her skin as her mind raced. She wasnt ready for this. Pain and loneliness she could handle, the panic attacks were rough, but she could survive them. But this?

She wasnt ready to be loved.

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #neopolitan #angsty drabbles #drabbles #neo x ruby #rwby straberry shortcake

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callme-holly · 14 hours ago

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Hi, since you wanted more dally stuff can I get a dallas x reader where he's meeting reader's parents? or their siblings?

𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

a/n: a little bit of a quick one. my inbox is shut again (sorry y'all) but i've got a lot going on atm and i need to work through everything slowly !!

The faint, rich aroma of dinner still lingered in the air as you stepped out onto the back porch, Dallas trailing close behind you as the screen door swung shut with a soft click. The evening air was cool, bringing a wave of relief over you as you inhaled deeply, glad to be out of the house for at least a few seconds. The sky was painted with faint shades of oranges and pinks, a dark blue fading into black in the horizon.

Dallas sunk down onto the bottom step beside you, stretching out his legs with a suppressed groan and running a hand through his hair. He tugs uncomfortably at the collar of his shirt, popping the first button open and scoffing.

"This thing is choking me." He grumbles, and you can't help but chuckle, shaking your head and pulling his wrist away gently.

"Don't be dramatic. You look fine." Your tone is soft and reassuring, and you reach up to adjust the shirt for him, smoothing down the fabric and dusting it off.

Silence settles over the two of you for a few seconds, broken only by the clattering of pots inside and the faint grumble of passing traffic on the street out front. Its clear Dallas has something to say, a question hanging between the two of you, the words on the tip of his tongue.

"They hate me, don't they?" He looks down at you, and your still, your body tensing up.

You're not all too sure how to even approach the question, not without being blunt and brutally honest; your family clearly isn't fond of Dallas, no matter how dressed up you'd gotten him, no matter how much he tried to work on his manners, to charm your parents... They knew that deep down, he wasn't good and that you could do much better.

"They... They'll warm up to you." You force a smile, but it's strained ; a lie. "Just give them time." And maybe if you weren't so damn nervous, you could manage to sound sincere.

Dallas just huffs, sounding only partly amused, but there's a hint of hurt somewhere beneath the surface. "Yeah? How much time?" He asks, looking towards the sunset, watching with an unreadable expression as the sky darkens more and more.

"Dont be like that," you begin, leaning subconsciously into his side, hoping to give just a little bit of reassurance. "They will warm up to you. They have to."

Dallas scoffs at that, and you can practically hear the pessimism laced deep in his tone as he shakes his head, toying idly with the ring on his finger. "Sure they will. You saw how they were glarin' at me, doll. Your dad hates me."

"dal--" You try to cut him off, but he stops you, carrying on, this time sounding far more determined.

"No. It's true, and you know it. I ain’t a perfect picture guy, alright? Everyone can see it. Your parents don't want you with me." He shifts, turning to face you now, his features set and his eyes cold and hard. A flash of emotion flickered across his face, almost unnoticeable, before it was gone again.

He takes a breath, letting it out shakily before continuing. "Your parents just think I'm trouble."

"That's because you are trouble," you breathe, the words barely above a whisper as you reach to brush his hair back. "But that's why I love you. You're different."

Dallas stares at you for a moment, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to process your words. "You love me?" he mumbles, and you nod slowly.

"Yes. I do. Even when you're being difficult, or rude, or a complete ass. I love you." You're not expecting him to say it back; he never does, but the look in his eyes tells you everything words don't, and he wraps a tentative arm around you, pulling you in closer.

"And you think they're going to be able to handle that? Their little girl hanging around with a greaser?" His voice is low and careful, trying to gauge your reaction. You can tell that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, he's bothered by the situation, bothered by the fact that your family might not approve of him.

"They don't care about that, Dal. Just... be patient, okay? Talk to them; be you. They'll get used to it."

By now the sun has completely sunk below the horizon, bathing the two of you in pale shadows, bringing out every single feature. You never really notice how beautiful the world is in the evenings, the softness of the colours, how they all blend together to form one carefully cultivated canvas. But now, sitting there on the porch with Dallas, the weight of the world on your shoulders and your family's expectations lingering heavily back inside, you take the moment to appreciate the smaller things. And yeah, maybe things will be okay after all.

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Boom surprise Sadie Adler x F!Reader smut because I’m not allowed to kiss girls and I need to write my frustrations abt it </3 I’ve been working on this for a WEEK maybe? It just kept getting longer and longer 😭 also thank you for 207 followers WAAA 🥺🫶🏼 mdni!! (My first published smut!!! 🫣 and first proper fic I think? Lol)

“S-shit- sorry..”

You had kissed Sadie Adler.

“I’m so sorry..”

Couldn’t even say her name.

“T’was- was an accident-“

“No,” came out of those soft lips of hers. It sounded more urgent than commanding, albeit hushed. Maybe it was your wishful thinking hoping she wasn’t mad at you.

Both of you stayed still, eyes darting everywhere but at each other. A hug to welcome her from her travels escalated into something much more.

If it was really an accident, then why was it such a big deal to you? Best friends would laugh it off, if that is what you are to each other. Sometimes, as strange as it sounds, it was really hard to tell.

You turned away first. Hearing, feeling her breath on your face making you uneasy.

But she didn’t let you. The fingers meant to catch onto your wrist caught on your hand before you so much as took another step. You stumbled back into her with a bump.

“I-”

“Did you-..” Sadie paused, voice lower than her usual volume. She didn’t usually think much of her words. But with you, it was as if she weighed every vowel. Always so careful. Even more at this very second.

“Did you hate it?” She braved herself to look at you. The same eyes used to stare daggers into one’s soul, so scared of you. Scared of this unknown thing that’s been festering between the two of you. Scared of accidentally pulling out what might have taken root.

“Hate what?”

“The kiss.”

Your mouth felt dry, eyes locked on your joint hands. Your chest tightened and it felt hard to breathe. What wasn’t real before was real now, the two words uttering everything unspoken.

It was a kiss as much as Uncle had lumbago. Merely a brush of your lips when both of you turned your heads yet it was a kiss to you nonetheless.

You just didn’t think she’d agree.

“No,” you admitted, praying she wouldn’t hear. Your stomach churned at the thought of searching her face. The quiet of the night seemed to stretch on forever and it made you wonder why, why did you wait for her return every night? A question filled with regret as well as genuine wonder.

It was probably the gnawing guilt you felt for somewhat ignoring her before she left. Only you knew why you did it and that it meant more than what it appeared. But why did it disturb you so much? Why does she haunt you so much?

As though sensing your will to leave again, she tightened her grip. Until then, you didn’t know that you could feel suffocated and comforted at the same time.

“Please talk to me..” Sadie rasped, her familiar boldness stripped off, leaving her bare in front of you. It wasn’t like you’re a stranger to this side of her. You’re one of the only person who gets to see it. It’s just that after all those times listening to her past, it’s about you now.

“Am I readin’ this wrong?” Her thumb slid across your palm and your heart skipped a beat. “Cause I feel like I’m goin’ crazy.. W-what is it? With us?”

The stutter in her speech convinced you that she was just as scared. It didn’t provide you any reassurance if not made it worse. You could fight your own doubts and fears. But it wasn’t so simple when it came to Sadie.

You could have your heart trampled on by horses and it would hurt much less than seeing her frown.

“Nothin’s wrong with us,” you shake your head before forcing yourself to face her. She looked almost desperate as opposed to the girl you knew so well and it broke your fucking heart. It strangely made you want to kiss her again.

“I- I just..” I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.

“I can’t lose you,” she blurted out, impossibly tightening her grip on you and adding another hand. “I don’t know what I did. But I know I pissed you off enough for you to act all strange around me before I left and I hate leavin’-”

“You didn’t piss me off..” you shake your head once more, giving her hands a squeeze. “Sadie, I-”

“Then can I kiss you again?”

You felt your heart jump up your throat, you could choke.

Yet you find yourself nodding.

She gently tugged on your hands and pulled you into a soft kiss. You closed your eyes upon the feel of her lips, losing yourself while your hearing loses itself in the beat of your own heart.

It took a while for you to realize that she kept on pulling your hands, leading you further from camp.

“Sadie..” you breathed out between kisses. You wanted to say that whatever’s happening between the two of you still wasn’t resolved. It was like she was in such a rush, it made you wonder if something had happened in her travels. But at the same time, this felt like everything you’ve ever wanted.

She tasted like everything you’ve ever wanted.

And if maybe she was using you for relief, you’d let her.

“Hm?” She sounded like she was too far gone to be listening. That is, if not for how good her name rolled off your tongue when you’re all breathless like this.

Sadie suddenly yelped, having tripped over something and falling on her back, pulling you down with her. Your eyes widened at how close you were. How beautiful she was with her flyaways now that her hat’s knocked off. She just chuckled, holding your face and kissing you again.

“I’m sorry,” she smiled against your lips. “For- for- mph- everything..” The rapid beating in your chest aside, you were relieved to hear the old Sadie again. You groaned and kissed her deeper as though to shut her up, your hands pulling on the collar of her shirt. She snickered even though she felt something else entirely bothering her.

Out of impulse, Sadie bucked her hips up against you, earning a whine from your lips.

Fuck.

She had to hear that again. She repeated the movement and there it was.

“Sadie,” you moaned, scrunching up the fabric of her shirt in your fists. Your mind malfunctioned from whatever she was doing. All you knew was that you wanted more.

She mirrored you with a plea of your name and continued to grind up against you. You could feel yourself getting wetter, so taken with how she feels that your mouth stopped kissing her, staying agape. Sadie gladly watched, in awe of how beautiful you’ve always been to her.

“You like that?” She asked between pants. You found yourself nodding again. “Can I touch you?” And again.

Her hands moved to your hips, grounding you down against her and you gasped. It still wasn’t enough.

Her fingers made their way under your nightdress. It wasn’t noticeable until they grazed your clothed crotch, sending shivers throughout your body. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never touched yourself to the thought of her before. But somehow this all seemed so new. Like it never crossed your mind how it would actually play out in real life.

As Sadie continued to slip her fingers past layers of fabric, your forehead found home in the dip of her shoulder like the many times it has before. Though the motion felt different from when you laughed or cried against her. It was clear now that every part of her was simply made to hold you.

In more ways than one. As more than a friend.

You made another noise that was music to Sadie’s ears when her fingers found your clit. Your hands instinctively grabbed her arms in a feeble attempt to calm whatever’s brewing inside you.

“This okay?” She asked quietly against your temple, hesitating to kiss it. She’s inhaled all the air out of your lungs, her fingers almost inside you this very second, and yet.

“Yes,” you answer like how you would to a god. So she continued to touch you like how she would touch herself.

“I’ve never..” rub. “It’s been a while.” Rub. she said it so sheepishly like your breaths aren’t growing more labored each time she moved. Rub.

“It’s alright.” I’ll take anything you give me.

“Can you look at me?” She nudged your brow with her nose. You obeyed, slowly lifting your head to level hers.

What a sight you were. Your parted lips, your half lidded eyes, how your eyebrows scrunched when she pressed on your bundle of nerves.

“Shit..” she just had to kiss you again. Might just have to keep at it until those glossy lips are swollen, a reminder of how she’s tasted you and that she doesn’t think she could get enough.

She’s been in love before and it felt an awful lot like this.

With Sadie sitting up and holding your waist, her fingers picked up pace and it all became too much for you that you quivered. Even so, you still needed more of her.

“You feel- ah! so-.. mmh..” the way a string of your saliva clung onto her lips when you gasp was too much for her to handle.

“Yeah?” Fuck, you were so turned on by everything she says or does. Like she knew what she was doing when in truth, she was still experimenting with you. Like a girl with a new toy on Christmas day. Careful yet curious. And with every new reaction she got, her eyes practically gleamed.

You nodded, unaware when you started moving against her fingers.

When Sadie pulled away to catch her breath, your eyes landed on the top of her shirt, a few buttons undone. There was something about her chest. How it fogged up your head whenever you talked to her and caught sight of it. You had to look away before you let out a whimper just thinking about what they could possibly look like.

She blushed when she saw what you were looking at. Hell, did she feel the same way about you. How she’s always wanted to see what you looked like under this goddamn nightdress. How torturous it is to share a cot with you and having to just.. Sleep.

When she realized she could taste you, her lips latched on to your neck. She spread your wet folds apart just to see if your pulse would quicken. Your throat deliciously bobbed before you exhaled a breathy moan.

“You want me to push it in?”

“Yes, yes please,” you begged, repeatedly dragging your sex on her fingers. She complied.

She helped you lift yourself up a bit as she slowly inserted her middle finger inside. Watched your scrunched up face the entire time, not willing to miss it for the world.

You let out a breath you’ve been holding once she pushed it all the way in. Almost immediately, she slid it back out, circling your clit before ramming it in again. Your wetness made it easy for her to repeat this a couple of times, making you whimper.

“Does it feel better than a dick, sweetheart?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper, a genuine question as much as a tease. It was true even with one finger. Sadie’s finger. You were too consumed to be embarrassed, the sloshing noises from your cunt speaking for itself.

“Mhm, It’s- ah!” You gasped as her finger stretched you in circles, her palm on your clit.

“Too much?” She looked up at you, concerned, searching your face as she slowed to a stop. Only to be met with your contorted face while you shake your head.

“N-no.. It’s not..” you trailed off, looking down to where you sat while you tried to catch your breath. It just dawned on you the wet patch on her pants. Surely that can’t be all your doing.

Cautiously, you reached for her belt. Your fingers were shaking.

“What’re you doin’?” She chuckled nervously, caught off guard and vulnerable with the state you found her in.

“Can I?” You asked softly, looking down at her. Still breathing heavily, you bit your lip, your eyes glazed as you felt her pull her finger out. As much as she wanted to taste you, she had this overwhelming need to watch you taste yourself. Needed to know what you’d look like after you touched yourself.

She lifted her fingers to touch your lips and without being told, you sucked on them. Your eyes trained on hers as you licked her fingers clean of yourself.

Lord..

Who is she to say no when you looked at her like that? As if she ever knew how.

“Y-yeah.. Yeah, okay..”

You released her finger with a pop and smiled before starting to unbutton her pants. If it was even possible for a heart to race faster, you swear yours did by looking at more of her skin. Meanwhile, Sadie looked at you the entire time. The strands of hair stuck to your face, the focused expression you had as you worked through her garment, your own fucking liquids laced on your lips..

“You’re my savin’ grace,” she suddenly said, quiet enough only for you to hear. You looked up at her, not quite understanding. Though it didn’t really matter when she kissed you. To hide how fragile she felt after that confession and to just.. God, she just wanted to keep kissing you. She hadn’t realized how much she missed kissing. How nice it was to be in love.

You giggled into the kiss, not one to complain. If only you were aware of how much you affected her. Sadie refused to break the kiss, tightly holding onto your face even when you adjusted to remove her pants completely. You straddled her again after, your legs folded on either side of her.

“Christ, the grass is sharp. Pokin’ at my ass,” she huffed, pausing the kiss to look down. You laughed and smacked her arm, not used to such comments in this sort of situation.

“Sadie!”

“What?” She smiled, looking up at you as she held you closer. Her fingers traced the sides of your arms, sending chills down your spine along with the night air. It didn’t help either that you were now sitting right on top of her wet crotch. Her hairs scratched your clit through the fabric in the most pleasant way.

“I shouldn’t have gotten you stark naked in here, sorry,” you said shyly. It suddenly occurred to you how much you wanted her that you were willing to do it in the open.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry about,” she chuckled, pulling your face into yet another kiss for God knows how many times tonight. “Now what were you gonna do to me?”

And just like that, the feeling in your stomach returned.

“Wanted to- mmh- to- try somethin’..” you murmured, right hand holding her waist while your left slowly lifted her right leg from under you, emitting a moan from her. Your lips retreated from hers, now having connected by your foreheads. Immediately, your eyes moved to take a proper look at her sex. You just had to touch her. Needed to. So you left her leg to rest on your shoulder and you touched her.

Your fingers reached her wet folds and oh, it was so wet. Wet in every sense of the word and full of slick. When you felt your way around, Sadie let out a throaty whine that felt warm on your face. Her hands landed on your shoulders. Like she isn’t quite sure what to do with them. Is it okay to wrap her arms around you?

“I got you,” you assured her in a whisper prior to kissing her cheek. It was such a sweet gesture that she was taken aback when you started slowly circling her clit with your thumb. She breathed out your name and you hummed in satisfaction as you started a trail of kisses down to her jaw.

Sadie bucked up against your fingers and you could tell she was getting impatient. It hit you that she wanted this as much as you did and you don’t think you’ll ever believe it.

“I told you I got you,” you say sweetly against her neck. All the while penetrating her with two fingers at once. Not like it was hard to do at this point.

“Shit- oh-” her rasps as you steadily moved in and out of her were intoxicating. Surely this was a dream. You’ve only seen her this way in your dreams and they aren’t even a quarter as wonderful as this.

Her leg twitched above your shoulder as your fingers kept the pace, your thumb flicking and pressing the nub above her entrance. Your other hand gently pushed her down, moved by the way her chest heaved as she panted. You were past being shy.

You opened the buttons on her shirt and she surprisingly helped. It was like your heart counted down with you to the moment she revealed herself.

She was prettier than you could have ever imagined.

You thought you wanted to touch her breasts. What you didn’t realize was that you already did. As though your hand had a mind of their own. You continued to do so, relishing every inch and scar with your fingers. Her face and the noises she made throughout will definitely create a place in your mind.

As you sucked on her bud, you could feel her clench around your fingers and hear her whine. This must be precisely what heaven is like.

You wondered what would happen if you quickened your fingers and you did, making her call out your name.

“K-keep that up and I- shit-.. I ain’t gonna last long.” And you planned on doing exactly that. You pulled out to rub her clit before pushing your fingers in again. She gasped, moving away at the motion until your hand returned to her waist, keeping her in place. You didn’t know what possessed you. You just had to know what she looked like completely undone.

You lifted her waist a bit like how you would yourself as your fingers searched for that place inside of her. You knew you reached it when she let out a strangled noise and grabbed your arm.

“Right there?” She could only nod, jaw slack. You felt yourself clench at the sight, your movements unfaltering to her pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to come.

You made sure to watch her face when it happened, memorizing how she trembled under you, kissed her and swallowed her cries.

Again, you didn’t know what got into you. But you pulled out of her and quickly rubbed her clit throughout her orgasm, making her scream into the kiss before she pushed you off her. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you laid next to her, sucking her cum off your fingers. You made a mental note to drink it from the source next time.

“Lord, what’s gotten into you?” Sadie panted, a big smile on her face. Not that she’d have it any other way. You just giggled, covering your face. She saw this from the corner of her eye and scoffed, catching her breath before she got up to straddle you.

“Now, you don’t get to be all shy again after doin�� that to me,” she chuckled, removing your hands from your face and pinning them down.

“I’m sorry, I just..” no matter what you do, you couldn’t stop smiling. Despite the loud beating of your heart from what you’re about to say. “I’ve been wantin’ to do all kinds of things to you Sadie.. God, I’m crazy about you.”

Sadie felt like her heart was about to combust from how fast it was beating. Returning her feelings right after making her come? She couldn’t be more sure of how she felt about you at that very moment.

“I know I ain’t a man and I’m not supposed to-”

“Just shut up and let me kiss you again?” Of course you let her.

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