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jrueships · 3 years ago

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Well FINE if you want a sexy ship how aboooout 🤔🤔…. Rolo and Kris Dunn :))))??

EXCUSE ME ?????? ARE YOU CALLING. HUH ??? IS THIS YOUR . HE LLO?????? R o LO AND. HUH ???@?@?!?!?!?!? E X CUSE ME !!!!!

You're INSANE .... and i am Listening . This is so funny... like u could've asked anything else.. anyone else sexy like uhhh idk insert sexy x sexy ship here (which I have very little of).. but NO.. you chose.... ROLO and DUNN ... ITS REALLY FUNNY 2 ME I LOVE IT LMAO 😭 OKAY! HANG ON!!

OKAY i know i keep coming back to when they had their little screaming match at practice with each other but how should i NOT huh ??? The PASSION the MOTIVE ?? Robin going a little Too hard on kris and kris yelling at him ???? Presidential alert: the girls are fiighting !!!! And then rolo having to leave practice and cool off before coming back to apologize like ??? I feel like that really does define their surface level relationship. They're definitely the kinda couple who argue very little but when they do it gets Rough, and ROLO is the one who has to pull himself away so he doesn't say anything out of pocket. Rolo can be very intense and kris can magnify that energy tenfold by replying with his own intensity, so Someone has to be the bigger man and step away before the kettle shatters. And that Someone always has to be rolo. I think if rolo wasn't so kindhearted and Just intense, their relationship Definitely wouldn't work out. Someone would end up getting up and they'd never talk again, but that's Not the case. Rolo came back and apologized and they made up. Probably had sorry s*x idk LOL..

The sorry s*x is Very important tho!!! Not JUST a horny act I PROMISE!! Because it kinda Hints to Dunn Also apologizing ? in his own actions? Like he's better at gift giving and touch to show his love rather than words like rolo. So when they kiss and kris leaves fluttery trails up and down Robin's neck, kisses his scratchy knuckles when robin holds his wrists, and purrs at the rough sensation of Robin's stubble against cheek, robin understands how much he Means to kris. Originally though, he takes it as a 'i only like you for your body' type deal and never iniates anything with kris again for a while .. because he feels used rather than valued, and that hurts. One time lovers to enemies to awkward friends to lovers again mixed type of deal. There's a Lot of confusion... mainly due to misunderstandings

Okay, so this part kinda gets into my whole 'soulbound fic with Zach and Dunn' so <3 yanno. BASICALLY .. lemme explain it... Zach is. Really against the whole idea of soulbonding and soulmates because sometimes being soulbonded isn't always pretty. In This world, your soulmate doesn't always mean they're the one who's Perfect for you. It's just a foretelling of fate. A mark that tells you who you're gonna be stuck with later. Of course Zach believes in fighting against fate because he thinks his mark deludes his value to others, but he's seen too many people just remain complacent with being stuck with some shitty s/o all because some stupid splotch on their body told them so. So he's Really against soul marks and being 'bonded' to someone. He hides his mark, which is on his hand. Then kris dunn enters his life covering His hand too. Weird. And during a late night session just between them, zach's bandages fall and his mark is seen. Kris has a Suspiciously shocked reaction and his hand goes to his Own covered hand and starts pulling off the bandages and - oh god. Zach ends the session.

Short summary: things get Awkward. Zach Likes dunn, really. As a Friend ... although Sometimes .. weird Thoughts enter his mind and - anyways, yeah. Kris just isn't his Type. He seems too Obnoxious, too Pushy, too Petty, too Egotistical. He keeps trying to hang out no matter how many times Zach has subtly hinted how he's against the whole soulmark quirk and that they're just Good Friends.

So Zach gets a little Rude. A little Blunt. He just wants kris to get the message. But he can't bring himself to outright Tell kris how his Soulmate, someone who's supposed to be The One for you, doesn't even Want you. So he gets distant. Leaves Dunn on read a lot more. Tells him he can't hang out as much anymore. Invites Coby over whenever Kris wants to hang out so Kris has to thirdwheel. After the trades, Zach uses it as a grateful excuse to distance himself even further. Eventually Zach's birthday rolls around and he's talking about going out to celebrate with demar when Dunn shows up at the locker. And it's really. Awkward. Deebo leaves after wishing Dunn a happy early birthday. Dunn smiles shy and mutters a thank you, face lighting up a little. Zach made sure to kill that light when he brushed over the fact without care. 'What are you Doing here.' Dunn's face falls and he messes with his bandaged covered hand, his Mark ? he jokes about Zach trying to get with demar who's Clearly been soulmarked with lowry for a Long while. Zach thinks he's getting jealous now, doesn't find the remark funny Whatsoever. They talk and it's just Zach getting tenser and Dunn getting awkwarder. Eventually Dunn hands Zach his birthday gift and asks him if he wants to hit up a restaurant later. Zach takes the gift, feeling a pang of sympathy. So he walks Dunn against a locker and puts a hand to his hip. And his other hand, the one soulmarked hand, to his throat. Tilts his chin up and Leans closer. Maybe he's been too mean. Maybe kris deserves Something. But kris shivers at every touch, keens, whimpers: excited. Was he planning this? Reentering zach's life without warning and Making him love him? Making Zach feel bad because he's just Such a desperate, love-sucking, self-absorbed Asshole. Zach stops himself before their lips touch, notices how wide Kris's eyes are and feels Disgusted. Was it all Orchestrated. It felt like the mark made him Nothing all over again. And he leaves Dunn at that, forgetting the gift. Tells him he's got Plans with someone Else.

and Dunn is left sitting with his back to his old Locker, anxiously rubbing a hand over the old bandaged hand , a nervous habit he's developed ever since a bad encounter with a knife left a permanent Scar there.

Dunn's flight home ends up getting canceled, the only available one open is to Orlando. He calls Rolo if he can crash and rolo says yes. When he gets there, rolo's room is full of Romantic and nerdy decor. Apparently he was expecting a hookup that night but canceled for kris. Kris laughs at all the nerdy star wars and marvel action figures aligning neatly on the shelves. Pretends like he doesn't Actually find them cool. Criticizes rolo for his odd flirting techniques, AKA having a moonlight dinner to the star wars anthem. Laughs at his anakin bedspread. 'Who wants to have sex covered under some fictional character man ?' (A Lot of people, actually). They banter and catch up, pretending like finally talking to each other again Isn't making them smile and laugh the loudest they Ever had in a Long while. Rolo convinces Dunn to act as his Date for the night because they shouldn't let good food and romantic atmosphere go to waste ! They reeanct that cheesy spaghetti sharing scene from Lady and the tramp, which they're both a little Too competitive in and get a little Too close in. Over the night, rolo slowly begins to see how utterly Soft Dunn really is. How he snorts at all his jokes and how Careful he is with all his things , no matter how Goofy he thinks they may be. How he smiles so shy sometimes. How he leans in close and whispers. How Pretty he is. As walls fall, so do their previous anxiety. Kris ends up spending the night.

Rolo takes off his shirt, chest full of curly brunette hairs (he Deserves to be a lumberjack OKAY) so he doesn't have to worry about the soulmark over his heart being seen. Dunn is a little more Shy about it, self-conscious over his body. He hasn't played basketball as much anymore. Kinda hard to when you're not in the nba anymore. Rolo makes him comfortable, let's him dim the lights until only the faint glow of his red light saber nightlight remained on. Let Kris lie down on his stomach.

He thinks Kris would be loud in bed. And he was right. Sort of. Kris makes Noise, but not really Loud. He's vocal, but in a sweeter sense. He doesn't Scream, but his voice quivers and whines pour out bitten lip. Every movement Rolo makes, he Shakes. He presses his face against Robin's stupid deathstar pillow and whimpers. He's Soft, supple, and Nervous. Wants to make robin feel good. Makes an effort to try and kiss Robin's planted hand next to him. Robin whispers in his ear how Pretty he is. Holds him close. Moves Close. Everything is so Close, and so is Kris. His tears start to fall, slow, smooth, and robin turns him around Gently. Caresses the side of his face, smiles at how kris nudges into the touch, wipes his tears away for him. Helps him release with a cracked hand.

Notices an Oddly Familiar mark on Dunn's chest ...

Dunn collapses into his arms: spent. He's still shivering in the aftercare, only settles once he's fully wrapped around Rolo's long arms and tight to his chest. Only settles once that stupid anakin blanket is covering the two of them. Robin watches him drift off to bed, with himself following suite, but Not before thinking about their weird Mark over Dunn's heart and how Strange it is .

#YEAH SO..... THERES SOME OF MY THOUGHTS #its not like.. straightforward 'this is how they s*x' BUT i hope it helps ANYHOW #SO BASICALLY... its... rolo discovers kris is a pillowprincess lol #BUT I DIDNT TELL Y O U T hAT-#and then i might even add somethin later about Kris's POV on the whole situation and how he really Does just wanna be friends with zach #but zach doesnt know kris and him arent soulbonded and kris doesnt know that zach DOESNT know that #and kris ALSO doesnt know him and rolo are ACTUALLY bonded #he just.. really needs a friend and he needs to apologize to a friend and YEAH #its a whole big teary mess and yaddayadda kris and him have slow s*x #a lot of people Think kris would be more of a Dennis in bed aka likes it rough and in control but ... no lol #misunderstandings misunderstandings smh smh !!#and then theres issues of the whole rolo and kris sharing a mark thing but ANYHOW!!! YEAH !! GAY PEOPLE LOL #i really do love exploring ships dynamics like its just a big explanation of deeper personalities in like. a fun method or whatever idk uhh #p*rn with feelings really DO hit different idk LOL !!#THANK U for asking this SORRY it took so long i was thinking about the kinks in the fic plot #by kinks i mean little problems i needed to solve btw NOT the other thing #but to Talk about the other thing. ..... rolo eats a** lol ANYWAYS #dunn #rolo #dunn/rolo #ted asks #man i hate always making ships but not starting off with the ship name from the bat like wtf was wrong wit me #now i gotta tag SO many bitches bruh #ted drabbles #redacted #ted sus

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nctsworld · 4 years ago

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✩‌ johnny ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ record store owner!johnny | fluff | smut | 4k‌ ‌

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ buying from the local records shop leads you to eventually bed the hot owner on the night of your first date. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut (in the second half), oral s*x (f and m receiving), f*ngering, johnny has a big d*ck and f*cks you hard???, office s*x in the epilogue (kind of) RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen @sehunniepot (thought you might be interested in this nikki 👀)

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Opening the store’s door, the ringing of the bell above you signals your entrance.

You moved into the neighbourhood recently and since someone gifted you a record player for your last birthday, you thought it’d be a quaint idea to drop by the local records shop that you always pass by on your way home.

Rows and rows of vinyl records, organized both alphabetically and by genre, welcome you with open arms, along with a faint musty smell, likely due to the faded, vintage records hanging between the posters on the cream walls.

The outside of the store is misleading to its size; there’s enough space here for at least thirty people easily. However, besides you, it looks like there’s only one other customer in the shop.

Although your surroundings captivate your senses, the striking blond man bent over the rock section in the middle of the shop is the true cynosure of your eyes.

His long fingers flutter seamlessly over the records, seeming to be on a dedicated search to find one in particular. He towers high over the low stacks and oozes coolness with a thumb stuffed in his front pocket and donning a stylish green beanie atop his medium cut locks.

Not to mention that his jeans tug perfectly over the curvature of his prominent ass, but you merely steal a glance or two at his backside as you stroll towards the pop section.

Okay, maybe three glances.

With your back facing the man, several minutes pass as you rummage through the sea of mainstream music, ranging from recent to old, but all the while pleasing to your tastes.

“See anything you like?”

Your eyes meet the figure standing nearby with a hand on the edge of one of the stack dividers. His smooth voice matches his strong aura and his gorgeous face, which you’re now blessed to be viewing up-close.

Your gaze pursues downward, soaking up his sturdy frame hidden behind his flattering clothes. Darting your eyes up his lengthy body back to his face, you lick your lips and swallow, in hopes to dampen the sudden dryness in your throat, and naturally raise the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah—” You, you think in the back of your head and execute a nod, “—there are a few things.”

He smiles endearingly towards the floor before glancing back up to you. You wonder if he can read your thoughts, or maybe it’s simply written all over your face.

Releasing his grip, he says, “Take all the time you need. If you need any assistance, let me know."

Your eyebrows perk up in realization. “Do you work here?”

“Yeah.” Bobbing his head, he runs a hand over his beanie. “I’m the owner of the store.”

“Oh, wow,” you exclaim, jaw hanging slightly. “You’re so young, I wouldn’t think someone in their 20s would have their own store, especially one like this."

A frown falls over his face, and in that moment, you knew you fucked up any chance you had with him.

“Yeah, 26 to be exact,” he shrugs, tight-lipped, prior to the folding of his arms. His eyes become slits of bitterness. “Thanks for the ageism."

Immediately shaking your head at the misunderstanding, you stammer, “I didn't mean it like that—"

The owner’s expression melts in an instant and a warmness emanates from him once more. The knot in your chest loosens at the sight and relief waves over.

“I'm just playing with you, don’t worry."

He opens his mouth, about to continue, but his attention is interrupted by the ringing at the door, and you turn to see another customer over your shoulder. The attractive individual begins to stroll over, but still faces your direction, beaming.

“Well, if you decide to get anything, you know where to find me, and I'll ring it up for you."

With puffed cheeks, you nod and watch him greet the incoming patron. Trying to leave the embarrassment behind you, you shift toward the records again and browse for a little longer.

Finally deciding on a few choices, you walk toward the front register and peer over at the beanied blond. In the classical section, he’s listening intently to the bumbling customer. Not wanting to disturb them, you lay the vinyls on the counter and thankfully find a pen and a stack of sticky notes upon it.

After sticking the following note on the top vinyl cover, you head out of the store:

“Put these on hold for me? I'll be back for them. Thanks! -Miss Ageist”

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Judgmental."

A couple of days later, you drop by the store again and find the spirited owner at the front counter. Today, he’s channeling his inner grunge style, adorning a half-up, half-down ponytail and a loose white t-shirt over a tight, long black sleeve shirt. Is it possible for him to look even cuter than he did last time?

“Sorry again for that,” you scrunch your nose at the memory. He grabs your records from beneath the counter and rings them through. “You just look so young to own a store.”

The blond airily laughs, “I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

He spots you twisting your mouth to one side and nodding shyly. “It is."

As you pay for the items, he gestures to your vinyls on the counter. “Good choices, by the way.”

“Are there bad ones?” From the pay pad, you glance up at him and he’s feigning a hurt look.

“Oh, most definitely.”

You banter with a tilt of your head, “Isn't music subjective though?”

“Not to me. I am the king of music taste."

Both parties exchange laughter while you wait for the transaction to process. Once it finishes, he rips the receipt and places it into the bag with the records.

“I mean, I do own a records store, so I think I should know."

Flashing you his pearly whites, he hands the filled bag over to you.

“Here you go, Miss Judgy Pants.”

“Actually, you can call me—” You properly introduce yourself.

He leans back a little, straightening himself and tucking his thumbs into his pockets.

“I'm John, but you can call me Johnny."

With a glimmer in your eye, you question, “Is Johnny exclusive to me, or does everyone else also call you Johnny?”

His eyebrows raise, impressed by your straightforwardness. “I only let the pretty girls call me Johnny, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The wink he gives is short-lived, but it’s enough to cause heat to blossom over your cheeks. You brush some hair behind your ear.

“So, Johnny,” you enunciate, indulging in his name. “When does the store close?”

You lift up your bag and cheekily add, “Gotta know when to break in to steal more vinyls."

Johnny chuckles, and your heart bursts knowing you’re the reason behind it. Looking aside, his hand rubs the counter casually and you can’t help but stare at his large palm dominating the surface, along with his elongated fingers. Eyes blinking rapidly, you attempt to break the fantasy assembling in your brain—his hands are the guest stars alongside (and within) your body in the leading role.

“I can close whenever I want to, but thanks for the heads up; I'll make sure to keep you away from the store,” he jokes.

Catching your gaze, one of the sides of his mouth lifts. “Why do you ask?”

Shrugging nonchalantly as you play with the handles of your dangling plastic bag, you reply, “Just wanted to know when the cute worker got off so I can potentially go on a date with him.”

You scan around as if someone else is there in the empty store besides the two of you and point your thumb to one side, whispering teasingly, “Not you, but the other guy.”

His tongue grazes against his bottom teeth, nodding understandingly with a deeper smirk. “The store closes at nine usually, but I can make an exception for him to get off earlier."

Satisfied with Johnny’s answer, you bounce your head and make your way backwards toward the door.

“Sounds good, I'll be here at eight for him tomorrow night. Maybe I'll see you around then, too.”

Granting him a wink of your own, you turn on your heels and leave. Intrigued, Johnny watches you disappear down the street through the store window.

At 7:58 the next evening, you show up to the store.

A customer is at the front counter finishing a purchase. As they pay for the products, the worker takes notice of you, smiling in recognition. You return the same, beaming back at him, and casually stride over to a random section to wait until they’re done. They make some small talk, so you delve in the opportunity to admire Johnny’s outfit for tonight—a tight black t-shirt that showcases his blatant pecs and a loose red plaid shirt overtop of it.

When the customer exits, you make your way over to him as he puts on a light jacket. You lean your elbows onto the counter.

“Surprised to see you here.”

“Likewise," he jests back, snaking out of the counter to be in front of you. You glance at him, consuming the tall drink of water.

Nodding to the door, you ask, “Ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

Johnny hums affirmatively and you follow behind him outside as he flips the open sign and locks up the store.

“So, where we heading off to?”

Informing him of what you had in mind, the two of you decide to take his car to the downtown pier. Once there, both of you grab take-out and eat together at a bench table under the clear sky and dazzling stars. Conversation comes easy, making the night fly by fast.

While talking with him, since his hair flows freely today, he sometimes shyly brushes some of it behind his ear. Although you’re listening intently, you also ponder how it’d be if you ran your fingers through his soft, silky locks.

Dinner eases into dessert, with the two of you having ice cream side by side on the pier railing, looking out towards the twinkling water. By the time you’re halfway finished with your cone, you hint at not wanting to end the night just yet. Agreeing with your sentiments, Johnny makes the suggestion of going back to the store.

After finishing the ice cream, you head together back to his car. The back of your hand brushes up against his. Taking a chance, you curl the tips of your fingers around his, half-holding his hand.

Pressing up against his arm, you whisper, “Thought you said you gotta keep me away from the store."

He peers down at the partial hand holding and the grin he gives you reaches his eyes. He gives your hand a small squeeze, ensuring the burgeoning attraction is mutual.

He whispers in reply, “At least this way I can keep an eye on you."

At the shop, Johnny locks the door from inside, in case of any wandering bodies, and blasts some upbeat, electronic music onto the store speakers. Intercepting your hand, he guides you to the back corner of the store and starts to dance with you.

At first, your bodies are separate vessels, grooving to the beat of the music, but as the songs play on, you gradually gravitate towards each other. Soon enough, one hand settles comfortably upon your waist, the other on your hip, while yours are hooked around the nape of his neck. Before you know it, you merge together as one with parted lips, finally satisfying the tension in the air and within your bodies.

The kissing is intense, electrically charged and sending currents to the tips of your fingers. Although you’re barely acquainted, you two kiss like you’ve been deprived of each other your whole life—every kiss and every touch quenching your thirst for one another.

Wanting to change it up, you step over to an empty counter and hop onto it. Johnny steps in the space between your legs and his lips meet yours again. You cup his face, clutching onto his strong features, and occasionally run a hand through his hair to caress his head.

You answer inwardly to your previous thoughts, confirming the silky texture of his hair, and your touch relishes in his golden locks.

Suddenly, his mouth channels hunger onto your neck and the electric currents divert directly to your rising arousal. At the sensation, you rashly grind your hips into Johnny’s body, and he groans heavily in the crook of your neck.

He mumbles into your skin, “Do you wanna take this further? My place is nearby."

Sighing further into his embrace, you half-jokingly reply, “You know, I was really looking forward to getting fucked in a records store."

He easily breathes, “We can do that next time, I promise."

You snicker. “Aren’t you a little presumptuous?”

Tugging his shirt by the neckline, you force him to leave your neck and to greet your mouth instead. Pressing the top of your forehead against his, you match his gaze.

“And what if I don't like you after tonight?”

Something in you already knows that won’t be true, but you mischievously ask regardless.

The simper Johnny flickers is enough to send another wave of bolts downward to your core.

He peels his head away to bring it beside your ear. His thumb on your thigh may be gently rubbing you, but his following assurance is hoarse, absolutely drenched in pure lust.

“Oh, you're definitely going to like me after all the things I do to you tonight."

You barely have an opportunity to scan around his bachelor pad because his lips capture yours upon arrival. In his entryway, Johnny entangles with you, pushing you up against the wall. Impatiently, he drags you to his bedroom for the long-awaited spectacle of the night.

After hurrying to turn on his bedside lamp, Johnny presses his weight against yours on his bed, embracing the full body contact. His lips continue to attack the terrain of your skin as he denudes you. You hum softly as he pursues south to your aching desire. Hoisting your backside and with his assistance, you’re finally completely bare.

Sitting up at the edge of the bed, Johnny pulls his top layers off, revealing a sculpted physique, the kind that artists muse and obsess over. You knew he was fit from how his clothes constantly hugged his body, but this was just insane.

“Holy fuck,” you murmur, staring blankly.

Chuckling, he does the same bashful gesture from dinner—tucking some of his hair behind his ear. The gentleness is a contrast that nicely compliments his Adonis qualities. His soft side is flipped onto its backside in a second as he begins to creep his way over between your legs, his eyes darkening.

Upon resting on his chest, you didn’t notice it before, but there’s a hair tie on his wrist, which he uses to effortlessly make himself a quick ponytail.

With anticipation, you sigh into the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh, making his way toward your pulsing sex. When his tongue issues the first swipe, you inhale sharply with fluttering eyes. Johnny isn’t in a rush, taking his sweet time to lazily lap up your slick and learning what incites you.

Once he has a better understanding of your desire, he dives in and devours you whole.

Realization sweeps over as to why he has to put his hair up.

In accompaniment to the painting of your folds, Johnny spreads them gently and ensures he dunks his tongue in your wetness. One of your hands drift away from the bed sheets to one of his snaked around your upper thigh, clutching onto his fingertips in reaction to the swift rotational swirls on your raw flesh.

He draws back, lips lustrous from your nectar, and hastily replaces his mouth with two fingers.

Your half-lidded eyes shoot wide open. His long, thick fingers fill you greatly, scissor you so far in your sex, so much that you fear what his cock is like if this is how his digits feel.

You’re overcome with bursts of pleasure. Further bursts ensue as Johnny tongues your clit alongside the fingering. Your throaty cries and the squelches of your pussy is melodious to his ears, better than playing his favourite vinyls on the best record player he owns. The lewdness of it all overwhelms his jean-bound arousal, so Johnny retaliates by grinding against the bed.

After Johnny retreats, he stands by the foot of the bed and starts unbuckling his belt and pants. You crawl your way over, still panting and reeling from the rush of your high. As you reach him, he drags his pants and boxer-briefs towards the floor in one-go, freeing his unsurprising lengthy girth.

On your knees, hunched over his cock, you chuckle in disbelief. “Now that’s unfair.”

He watches in amusement as you examine his desire with delight, before taking it into your hand, pumping it languidly. “What is?”

You peer up, cocking an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re hot, own a record store, really funny, and you’re packing. God really has his favourites.”

Johnny’s about to respond, but his brain short-circuits momentarily at the pad of your thumb rubbing his precome over the tip of his blunt head. He cranes his neck back, exhaling a groan.

“Well, what can I say? Guess I’m just-fuck—”

You suck the words out of him. Literally.

Your warm embrace encompasses his entirety, possessing a strong hold over him. Since you can’t possibly take him fully into your mouth, your fist solves your problem by stroking him by the base. Aiming to please, especially after his oral act from earlier, you slurp and bob your head mercilessly, disregarding the saliva leaking down the sides of your mouth.

One of Johnny’s hands arranges your hair in a make-shift ponytail to get a clearer view of the obscene display. His hazy eyes skim over the gorgeous curves of your bent back and ass jutting high up in the air. His breathing turns heavier and he’s about to tug on your hair, motioning for you to slow down, but you thankfully come up for air just in time.

The stately figure attacks your lips with urgency. The kiss is wet and messy from going down on one another, but it merely adds to the intensity. While lip-locked, he lowers you into his pillow once more, then stretches an arm out to his bedside stand to fish out a condom.

He nimbly rolls on the cover, but is confused to find you back on your knees instead of laying on the bed. You grasp him by the wrist and press your fingers against his firm pecs, indicating to him to recline backward. In awe, he obediently obliges.

Hovering over him, you suck in a breath as you line your sex up with his, cognizant that you need to acclimatize to his size. You steadily sit onto his length and when it finally reaches the end, you release a piercing groan at the deep sensation.

For a bit, you don’t move too much to get used to his great desire. In the meantime, your fingers wander over the chiseled flesh in front of you—his defined, veiny arms; his solid chest; and the valleys of his abs.

Once you think it’s been enough, you transfer more weight onto your knees and slide on his cock with more vigor. You throw your head back in pleasure.

On the other end, Johnny’s gaze wavers between the main action, your bouncing breasts, and your supple neck. He can’t see your face clearly, but he knows you must be enjoying this as much as him by the breathy moans that follow each thrust.

When your legs start to tire, Johnny tries to hold you close and roll you over onto your backside. You both giggle at the unsuccessful attempt to keep himself still inside of you, but that’s an easy fix. Despite just having him within you, you gasp again at the penetration. Him being on top hits you at a different angle and you truly feel the length of his inches.

Johnny reaches down to meet your lips. You brush your fingers over his pulled back hair as he consumes your existence. In addition to each passing drive of his body into yours, you also grip harder onto his hair in ecstasy, which leads to the unraveling of his long locks upon your face. The gold ocean of silkiness drowns your senses, the strands stroking your skin like extra caresses.

Retreating back onto his knees and raking a hand through his tousled mane, his hands then attach to the flanks of your body and he pounds you breathless, leaving you heaving for air.

In your dazed state, you desperately grab on to whatever you can—the sheets, his upper frame, his ass, anything. Throughout it all, your core contracts even tighter over the way his clavicle, tendons, and muscles protrude and flex like they’re about to break through his skin.

At this point, you’re beyond delirious and definitely beyond gratified. You assume he’s about to finish when he decreases his pace and bends closer to you, but instead, he continues to still move inside of you.

��Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” you gasp and grunt between his rough, buried thrusts. “How are you not close?”

“I’m not ready to be done with you yet, beautiful,” Johnny rasps into your ear. You catch a glimpse of his cocked eyebrow and smirk. “Unless you can’t handle me?”

Denying his accusation, you haul his cheeks to yours and kiss him fiercely.

And with that, Johnny’s weight is on his knees again and he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow.

However, Johnny might’ve been right because it doesn’t take long for you to beg repeatedly for him to come.

“So, what’s the verdict? Still like me after that?”

Both individuals are still nude on the bed, but now covered by a blanket. Resting on his chest, you drum your fingers over his skin in thought (as if you need to even think about an answer besides the obvious).

Pouting up at Johnny, you say, “I’ll only like you if you keep your promise on fucking me in the store next time.”

“Of course.” He palms your cheek and inches forward, preparing to kiss you tenderly.

“A gentleman never breaks his promise.”

EPILOGUE

One month later, the record store’s business has been growing, so Johnny decides to hire one of his friends, Mark, to be a part-time worker.

Which means that Johnny has more spare time to do other things... like taking you from behind in the back office over his desk.

“Shit, fuck,” you grip harshly onto the edges of the worn-out wooden desk as he thrusts endlessly. Even after a month of dating, your pussy still isn’t fully accustomed to the size of his girth. You’re unsure if it ever will be.

No matter, it always feels amazing.

“Johnny, Johnny—”

“Johnny!” Mark’s voice suddenly cuts in and calls from outside of the office door. You immediately bite down on your lower lip to shut yourself up. “Someone’s asking me about a limited edition vinyl and I don’t know how to answer.”

“Uhhh,” Johnny drones absentmindedly, yet jabs into you with more rigor. You bite down harder, but you can’t control the rising volume of your stifled moans. “Give me five minutes.”

A silent beat passes.

“Dude, are you fucking in the office again?!” the part-timer exclaims. You can practically see him shaking his head in disgust. “Ugh, I’ll give them the store’s card. Hurry up, though.”

As he walks away, you hear him faintly say, “Sometimes I think this is why you hired me...”

Simultaneously, you both giggle heartily. Your lover pecks you lovingly on your shoulder prior to diving again into the wanton moment.

In the end, Johnny actually spends ten more minutes with you. But he can afford the extra minutes—he is the owner of the shop, after all.

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tetsukeii · 3 years ago

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— skin & smoke.

[mafia leader!zhongli x reader]

— character(s): zhongli, tartaglia

— content warning: +18, smut with plot, degradation kink, daddy kink, praise [both], public hand job, thigh riding, mentions of breeding, mentions of smoking, cursing, handcuffs, slight overstim

— wc: 3,245

“Doll,” The sickeningly sweet word tickles your spine like a cool breeze, seeping into your skin and sending goosebumps all across. Metal presses into the center of your shoulder blades, the familiar shape forcing every minuscule muscle to tense.

A gun.

A grotesque and guttural laugh echoes against the heavy brick walls of the interrogation room, letting on a few seconds longer than you would’ve liked. Out of the corner of your peripheral, you spot a large gloved hand settling itself on the exposed area of your upper arm. You strain against the tight handcuffs, willing yourself to not recoil in disgust; to kick -- to scream.

“Come now, my krasivaya,” He murmurs lightly against the nape of your neck, lips brushing over your skin. “Ah, I could get used to this. Wouldn’t you agree?”

All in a single swift movement, the Fatui agent steps into the light, the ice-cold weapon being torn away from its threatening position. The harsh fluorescent light highlights the shell-pink scar that swirls across the right side of his face, stretching with his widening smile.

His navy eyes darken, “A word of advice: don't go yelling stupid things in the heat of the moment. After all, fire leaves behind nothing but ashes.”

“Stupid things?” you scoff, ignoring how the tautness clawed at your throat. “Says the little guard dog with the pet name ‘Childe’? Try better next time, Tartaglia.”

His fist slams roughly onto the worn wooden table, ginger hair spilling into his face, “Silence!”

A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth, knowing all too well of the wound you struck. Yet the nerves in your stomach continue buzzing furiously, secretly desperate for your so-called ‘leader’ to storm in. It was only a matter of time really -- at least you hoped.

Tartaglia sighs dramatically as he rises up once more, leathered palm draping over his face. He can’t help but chuckle from the dastardly cruel idea that piques his interest. You carefully watch the sliding hand that travels down his black t-shirt, past the tight leather chest holsters; creeping towards the sheath that is intricately wrapped around his thigh. Breathing in sharply, you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from his nimble actions.

Flickering light bounces off the delicate silver blade as it’s dragged out, Tartaglia gently caressing the metal like it was a living creature he deeply cared for. His eyes sweep up to yours, happily soaking in the distress that practically rolls off you in waves. The simmering anger in his eyes had now gone completely stone-cold -- imperceptible.

“Something the matter?” He coos, batting his thick eyelashes. “Oh, I love to see that look on your face!” His wrist flicks outward almost limply, waving it around hastily. Anxiety constricts your throat now, so painfully rigid that you can’t even manage to utter a single word at the man.

A gun: Simple. Straightforward. Something easy and quick -- in your mind. But the weapon this Fatui agent currently wields in front of you created uncertainty. He was well known in this world, particularly as one of the greatest swordsmen, easily taking on dozens of armed men with a single blade.

The unpredictability that Tartaglia held within his very grasp; that is what made him the wild card of Snezhnaya.

He could easily read you, it was almost too conspicuous. The way the fear etches in every twitch, every tiny squirming movement of your frame. And the man couldn’t get enough of it. Laughing, he props himself onto the table, casually leaning towards you.

“I’ll admit, doll,” He shoots a charming wink. “I’m shocked you have yet to inquire as to why I brought you here.”

Absent-mindedly, he twirls the blades between his slender fingers. Your eyes glance at the security camera that blinks at you from the top corner of the room; something was watching this fiasco go down.

Maybe, you think giddily, I can twist this around.

With newfound confidence blooming, you sigh nonchalantly, attempting a facade of carelessness. “Well, I’m shocked that my babysitter is the runt of the Fatui members. We can’t all get what we want, Childe.”

“Fuck y-!” Tartaglia cuts his own sentence off before his wrath can spark again. Pushing off the table, he storms to the locked cast iron door, pounding furiously. He could feel that irritating leer of yours broadening. The leather gloves squeak from his clenching, demanding to the closed door that the slot be unlatched.

The few seconds of silence gave you an opportunity to observe the room, more specifically the engraved razor blade that sat temptingly in front of you. Adrenaline courses through your veins, senses heightened from the rush as the perfect plan began to piece perfectly in your mind. Ever so carefully, you slid the handcuffs underneath your butt.

The rusted sound of the slot opening fills your ears, immediately freezing you in place. It was too dark to see who stood behind the small rectangular opening but you could hear the Fatui agent’s murmured words: “C’mon don’t keep me waiting! The printsessa is being bitchy today.”

Someone’s moody, you want to snap back.

Gruff words were whispered back, the same scraping noise made it clear the conversation was done. The ginger-haired man slumps against the wall, arms crossed in obvious annoyance.

Your restrained hands now sat below your knees, fingers twitchings impatiently. Whether Tartaglia noticed your actions or not; he didn’t seem to care. His head was now tossed back, eyes closed peacefully.

Every nerve inside you was on fire. The blood that pounds in your head is deafening, your mind continuing to race. With a cautious swing, your hands now sat in your lap. Peeking upward, you spot that the red light has disappeared.

The missing ruby glow that nestles in the corner of the interrogation room builds an uneasiness in your gut.

Was it him? Or another danger?

A million possibilities passed through your mind, trying to weigh out your best options. You understood that now was your best chance at escaping -- even if rescue was coming -- threatening the man-child's life would give you leverage.

A piercing screech of the locking twisting open startles the Fatui agent awake, naturally posing with his hip jutted out and hand on hip. “So much for ‘don’t keep me waiting’,” He grumbles, his hair fluttering with the melodramatic huff.

His back faces you now and the knife staring you down with a fervent intensity. Just as the door cracks a sliver, your whole body lunges towards the weapon. Gliding across the table -- blade in hand -- you wrap your handcuffs around Tartaglia’s neck before he could utter another snide comment. The metal kisses his bare skin, “Don’t move, puppy.”

He growls playfully.

Shocker, you sigh against his shoulder. Why did he have to be so tall?

“I didn’t peg you for the kinky type, my krasivaya.” He chides. “I wonder...Would you call me puppy in bed?”

Your mouth opens, ready to hurl another insult, but a velvet voice beats you.

“Pets aren’t allowed on my bed.”

Creaking wide open, the door reveals several armed, stoic men. And in the center of it all, like a sun surrounded by its solar system, was none other than Zhongli. His braided, high-ponytail seems a bit frayed around the edges, the harsh light doing little to hide his sunken eye bags. His golden eyes were set aflame.

And when his eyes settle on yours, his gaze grew even brighter.

Even if you knew deep down that he was coming, the sight of him shocked you to your core. His typical well, up-kept appearance had seemed to flip in the mere forty-eight hours you had been gone. The leader that stood before you felt disheveled.

“Well, well.” Childe applauds, pulling you out of your staring. “How many of my men did you kill this time, Morax?”

The almost indiscernible flexing in Zhongli’s jaw made it blatant of the salt the Fatui agent had just doused the old wound with. Yet his arms remain crossed, the lavish material of his dark grey button-up straining against the seams.

“In order to have those abide by a contract is simply to ask them to respect the ideology of fairness. It is not a large order and yet your little minions cannot understand such a simple concept.”

“Tsk. Amateur mistake.” He leans eagerly against the blade. “The Tsaritsa won’t be happy about that one.”

Zhongli breathes deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The Tsaritsa and I made a deal of sorts before I came to rescue my beloved. But it seems as though she no longer needs my aid.” He gestures to you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

His flirting flew past you completely, questions flooding in your mind: Another contract? What did he sacrifice this time?

Tartaglia groans, “Beloved? Ugh, truly Morax, I would have thought with all that fancy vocabulary in that tiny brain of yours, there would be a better term of endearment than that!”

At this point, your annoyance was beginning to spread too thinly. Whatever this little conversation had become between two of the most powerful men in Teyvat, was growing boring. Naturally, you were going to do something about it.

“The both of you finished with your lover’s quarrel?” You poke, yanking the blade away from your captor. The handcuffs remain around his neck, but your uplifted arms now rest casually on his broad shoulders. The ginger-haired man twists his neck to face you, “Why yes, my krasivaya. But next time, I’d like to visit you in Liyue.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “There won’t be a ‘next time’.”

“Are you saying I’m no match for your mafia hubby? Oh, you wound me!”

“I think you’re forgetting who could be choked out right now.”

“Printsessa, I would love to die by your hands.” He winks.

Recoiling, you let go of the chokehold, pushing past Snezhnaya’s guard dog. The sea of bodyguards opens up, letting you inside the inner circle that protects the leader of Liyue -- and now you. His arms are around your figure in an instant, the warmth of his face buries itself in the crook of your neck.

Mumbling against his chest, “Let’s go home.”

He only hums in agreement. But that’s all you need to hear.

Flexing your wrists, you sink into the leather seat happily. The irritated markings around them still stings against the flesh of your skin. A large hand reaches towards the gashes, wrapping it’s graceful fingers around it. Comforting heat engulfs itself, soothing the burning ache.

Watching, your wrist slowly becomes tugged to a plush pair of lips, leaving a heap of nerves in its wake. Sensing his intense gaze, you meet it head on.

And the look in his eyes demolishes your heart.

The mask he had worn only moments ago; the impassive illusion that always slipped on in the presence of enemies - had cracked. His dark eyebrows knit together, repeatedly searching your body for any sign of harm. Liquid crystals threaten to spill, but those were a treasure Zhongli would never give anyone.

Hitting a speed bump, the car lurches forward, throwing both you and Zhongli together. His arms find themselves wrapping around you protectively, warming at the way you giggled.

“A bit cliche, don’t you think?” You tease, pressing a gentle kiss against his throat.

The tall man smiles, “Not at all. Not with you, darling.”

You knew whenever events like this (like, being kidnapped by the Tsarita’s head dog was one reference of several occasions) where you had been used as an advantage with Zhongli’s deals in Teyvat, your husband would absolutely lose it. He had faced decades of bloodshed, tears, and broken dreams; that he grew attached to you the moment you met. Everyone in this country understood that you were the tamer to the beast of Liyue.

Sighing, you take in the feathery feeling of his massive hand streaming down your lower back, caressing your hip before landing tantalizingly on your thigh. The hotness of his skin burns through your jeans; a clear sign of what he needs. What you both need.

Zhongli’s head dips down, tickling your ear before whispering a desperate, “Please.”

Energy thrums through your entire body, surging down to your core. Head whipping back to the rearview mirror, you can see the driver can barely make out the two of you in the back with the dark night sky lending a hand towards your...cause.

Your husband groans lowly against your collarbone, nipping with a restless hunger. His hands roam your body, like honey dripping on your skin; warm and smooth. The thigh that you had been perched on now rises, contracting against the italian silk slacks towards your aching core.

His impatience was a rare site, but when it came to you, Zhongli held no self control. He only ever wanted you. To him, no contract -- no deal of whatever kind could ever convince him of losing you. Because you were his sanity.

“I was seconds away, darling.” He admits, heated kisses trailing across your chest. “Moments.”

“From saving me?”

The intoxicating motions cease, his glowing golden eyes connecting to your own. There was no ounce of remorse as the words left his lips.

“From ending that disgusting Childe.”

There were no words he could hear from you to heal his aged wounds, and none of it could if you tried. You knew that, and so did Zhongli. But what was the sun without his moon?

You tuck a strand of dark hair behind his ear, “Thank you, love.”

The hand that rested on his chest, skims down, towards the very prominent bulge that sits in between his thighs. Cupping it gently, you hear a small, whiny gasp that sends you reeling. He sounds so eager for your touch and it made you dizzy with power.

Ever so delicately, you unzip his dress pants, your free hand continuing to rub his throbbing cock.

His deep voice grumbles, choking back a moan, "D-darling, don't say I didn’t warn you when we arrive home."

You only hum, now targeting the black waistband of his boxer briefs. To say you were dripping was an understatement; Zhongli's thighs were spread wide, tousled and half unbuttoned shirt exposing his marble-carved pecks with his dark pink nipples prominent in the brief flash of street lights that whizzed by. His eyes remain open, a hazy lust swirling about as he gazes at you.

Finding yourself rocking subconsciously, you start to grind your hips deeper against his flexed muscle. The edge of his knee hits your swollen clit, sending sparks through your abdomen. You whimper, forcing yourself to split your attention to his briefs and your quick movements.

"Baby," you pant out. "Hmm, your leg feels so good- I want more."

A small smile dances on his lips, a rare playful look in his eyes.

“Is that so?” His thigh releases its tense position.

Mewling from the loss of pleasure, you shoot him a pissy glare. “Daddy!” you whisper gripely, nervous of what the driver might hear.

His deep laugh vibrates against your body, placing a hand on your hip while he admires your pouting face. He secretly loved to tease you -- whether it was in the bedroom or elsewhere -- he couldn’t get enough of the way your cheeks puffed out with your scrunched up eyebrows.

The hand impishly grips at your hip, “I’ll give you what you want when you start being my good girl.”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, knowing it's only going to put you into a deeper whole of his fun little edging games. You’d never admit to a prideful man like him that you enjoyed such nicknames, especially in a Porsche of all places.

As you tucked at the material, his dick sprung outward, twitching greedily for some sort of release. Pale white pre-cum oozed out of the large, red head of his cock, trickling down painfully slow. Before it could hit the base of his appendage, your fingers swipe the liquid up. Making sure to look at him, you leisurely lick the pre-cum off of your fingers, savoring the salty taste.

Zhongli’s hand no longer hugs your waist in a fun-loving manner, all of that taunting was tossed out the window. His demeanor now felt animalistic, nails digging into your skin to pull you closer against his hips.

You hid the smile that threatened to arise, fully aware of the beast you had just unleashed.

He growls, “Do it again. For me.”

Nodding, your fingers envelope his cock, stroking languidly to gauge his reactions. Even with the little light in the car, you could see his jaw straining. His chest heaves up and down, trying so desperately not to make a sound.

The white liquid continues to drip out, coating your entire hand. Zhongli observes you like a predator tailing its prey, lips set in a thin line as you lap at each digit. Before you could make a remark, his free hand caresses your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

His tongue delves in, suckling at your tongue and relishing in the taste of his cum in your mouth. The low rumbling of his groaning sends tingles of pleasure across your skin, his velvet voice spreading over every inch of your body.

Continuing to tug at his cock, Zhongli nips and sucks at your neck, trying horribly to hide the feral noises that threaten to spill out. Stroking quickly, you delight in the way you’re able to make this man crack beneath you. Soaking in all the little whines and love bites that made your ego swell with pride.

“C’mon Daddy,” you urge sweetly, stealing a chaste kiss. “Come for your good girl, yeah? I eat it all up for you.”

A weak moan emits deep from within his chest, his entire upper frame resting against you as his legs tremble violently.

“Fuck darling,” He snarls. “I’m going to cum on your tits. Now”

God, you think. He is going to be the death of me.

Releasing your hold on his cock, you murmur a sweet of course, before pulling down the neckline of your shirt. At this exact moment, your husband no longer gives a single fuck as to whether or not the driver hears him. He could hire a new one tomorrow anyway if that’s what his beloved wanted. But, his beloved was going to be the death of him.

Uttering a string of curse words, Zhongli shoots rope after rope of thick, hot liquid. It splashes across your breasts, dribbling down into your bra.

You giggle, “Well, that was-”

“We’ve arrived, sir.” The driver interrupts bluntly.

Your husband nods, signaling that it was time to get out. Just before the chauffeur opens the door, Zhongli quickly throws his blazer off himself and around your shoulders, covering up the mess he created.

Ushering you out, he bids the driver a good night before strolling up to you. His arm snakes around your waist as his head leans down to you, “You didn’t think we were done for tonight darling, did you?”

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lemonpeter · 3 years ago

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🧡Day 1: Inc*st🧡

Really starting off strong huh lol anyway, this is very background heavy (I don’t know what happened but now I’m obsessed) and I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: inc*st, nff, father/son (but they don’t know), Peter is 18 and an intern at SI, brief substance ab*se mention (and impaired s*x, not between starker)

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

There was always room for accident, though.

***

Tony never wanted kids. The thought of someone depending on him in such a way made him feel sick. So he always did all that he could to ensure nothing would happen.

He never had sex without multiple levels of protection. And he was famous enough that people rarely tried to argue against it. Sleeping with him at all fulfilled what they wanted.

So things were perfectly fine. He never had an issue, he was always completely safe with his partners.

Except for this one night.

He was in a self-destructive episode, in the downward spiral before he hit rock bottom. Mixed every possible substance that shouldn’t have been mixed, impairing him until he wasn’t sure which way was up.

And he had a woman spiraling right along with him.

Her name was…Mary. Mary something. She was a scientist in some field, but he didn’t catch anything else. Or he just didn’t remember it. It didn’t matter anyways, they were both just wanting to ignore what was around them. What their lives had served them.

And maybe he forgot to ask if she was on birth control when he sloppily kissed over her neck.

Maybe he fumbled with the condom to the point where she whispered, “We’ll be fine,” and he believed her.

How it happened didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it did.

Tony didn’t even know.

He didn’t ask for her number the next morning, he just hid out in the bathroom, emptying his stomach of its entire contents while he waited for her to leave.

She was gone by the time he could see straight.

Thank god.

He never heard from her again.

Mary Parker and her husband died six years later and he never knew.

He didn’t know that they had a son. Or she did, at least. There was no way for him to know that the son had been passed along to his aunt and uncle when no other relative was found.

He never knew that Mary Parker had a son. And that her husband wasn’t the one who got her pregnant.

She never crossed his mind again after she left him.

***

Enter Peter.

Tony had new interns come in every year, typically college students that needed the credits, but sometimes someone special would come along.

Peter was a high school senior, but he was one of the smartest people that Tony had ever come across.

Tony had a job lined up for him as soon as he graduated if he wanted it. Not that he’d told him that yet.

He swore that he wasn’t a stalker. He had to prove to Pepper that he wasn’t giving too much attention to one intern over another, and for him that meant that he needed to stay away from Peter personally.

No matter how tempting it was. There had to be a family history of such genius, right? That kind of brains didn’t just occur at random.

But he didn’t look into him at all. He wouldn’t even let himself google search his name.

Oh, but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Peter Parker.

Although maybe he could just do it the old fashioned way. Minimal favoritism involved.

He spent months working with Peter. They became friends. Close friends.

It got to the point where Tony couldn’t help the smile he had when he looked into those warm brown eyes.

He felt it happen, it was official. Peter Parker had his heart.

It didn’t matter how wrong it was, he couldn’t help it. The young man had completely gotten hold of him.

And he hoped that it was mutual.

***

“Peter, can you stay back for a second?” Tony was still standing at the lab table, eyes scanning over the coding that they’d put in place during the session.

Like that was actually what was on his mind.

The young man looked up with wide eyes. Very deer-in-headlights. But it was so cute on him.

“Y-yeah! I actually needed to tell you something, so yes, I can definitely do that.”

Peter sounded a bit nervous which made Tony pause. Maybe his confession could wait a while. Maybe forever. Whatever was on Peter’s mind was infinitely more important to him.

“Okay, you first. I can follow up.” Tony tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table.

His cheeks burned. “No- no, you can go first. Don’t worry.”

The older man let out a breath. “Peter, you say what you need to. I can wait.”

Peter looked at him, face flushed. He hadn’t really meant to blurt out that he had something to say. He’d thought about it, sure. But he didn’t know-

His brain couldn’t keep up with his body and suddenly he was leaning up, pressing his lips to Tony’s.

The older man froze. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all. But then he relaxed into it, kissing back.

Who knew that they both had the same confession?

But it wasn’t supposed to be happening.

Tony pulled away once he finally got control of his senses again, raking a hand through his hair. “Pete, I’m supposed to be the adult here. I can’t be a good role model if I’m….”

When was he ever a good role model?

“Let me start again. I’m an adult. Kid, I’m old. Old enough to be your dad. And you’re…how old?”

“I turned eighteen in august,” he supplied helpfully.

At least it was legal.

“Eighteen. That’s a thirty year age difference.” Jesus, he was creepy. Falling for an eighteen year old. He couldn’t even buy alcohol for himself.

Peter blinked up at him. “So? I like you, Mr. Stark. I don’t care how old you are.”

Tony sighed softly. “You’re gonna be the death of me. And it’s Tony. If this is what’s happening, call me Tony.”

Even though it had been his plan to confess his feelings anyway, the guilt was still eating at him. He had fallen for a teenager who was just barely legal.

“What is happening, Mr.- Tony?”

Tony leaned in for another kiss, sighing softly. “What do you want to happen, kid?”

“Oh. Well, um, not to be blunt, but- I just- I mean- I really want you.”

He was cute. Innocent. But Tony could tell that what he meant was a bit less innocent.

“Are you sure? You realize this is a bad idea on...a lot of levels, right?”

Peter huffed softly, looking up at him with a stubborn expression. “I don’t care. We can be sneaky.”

Tony snorted. ‘Sneaky’ wasn’t really how he’d describe it, but he had to remind himself that his terms were a lot different than Peter’s. Different generations and all that.

He was horrible.

“Okay, kid. We can take this upstairs-” where there was no one to walk in on them. “-and talk about what exactly you’re thinking.”

“How about we don’t talk about it and we just...do?” Peter gave him a shy, devious smile.

“Uh huh. We’ll see.”

Tony grabbed his wrist gently, glancing in the hallway to make sure that no one was coming before he dragged him to the elevator.

Before he could get another word out, Peter’s lips were on his again. And this time there was more heat behind it.

He kissed back, eyes slipping shut just as the elevator doors did. Their lips pushed together insistently and he felt Peter’s tongue clumsily swiping over his lip.

He suppressed a laugh and parted his lips, allowing Peter to lead.

It was all so curious and clumsy that he wondered just how many times Peter had ever kissed anyone. If any. But that was a question for later.

The elevator dinged softly when they reached the penthouse and only then did they pull away from each other.

Tony led Peter out, instantly heading for his bedroom. Bad idea or no, he’d imagined such a scenario so many times. He didn’t want to waste any time.

“Tony?” Peter spoke up, eyes on the bed. “I know this is really straightforward, but I’m glad you, like, don’t hate me. I’ve thought about this...a lot.”

“You and me both,” the older man murmured. “Something I feel like we should cover before anything else...how far are you wanting to go?”

Peter chewed his lip. “Not to rush things, but I really really want to go all the way.”

“Well, not to rush things, but I want that too.” Tony gave him a small grin. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hmm?”

The confused look that he got made him feel guilty again. Just how much had Peter ever done with anyone else?

“Top or bottom, honey. Receiving or giving, pitching or catching, whatever you want to say. What do you want to do?”

Peter blushed, deciding to distract from the question at hand by pulling his shirt off.

It worked. Tony’s attention was instantly elsewhere, his eyes focused on his trim waist but hard muscle.

“Jesus, kid. That’s...wow.” If he wasn’t hard before, he was definitely getting there from seeing just what his innocent little intern was hiding under loose clothing.

“Like it?” The young man grinned to himself, one hand sensually sliding from the v of his hips up to his chest.

Perfect abs. Round, firm pecs. Jesus, Tony was entranced.

But he remembered what he’d asked. “Peter, top or bottom. What’s your preference?”

“I- I don’t...know.”

There it was.

Tony looked at him, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip quickly. “You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question. He knew it for sure. It wasn’t surprising.

Peter got defensive. “I’ve done some stuff.”

“Uh huh. What ‘stuff’?”

He refused to look at Tony, his eyes on his hands as he played with the button on his jeans. “I’ve given oral. Guys and girls. And I’ve gotten, like, a couple handjobs and blowjobs.”

Tony closed his eyes. “I shouldn’t be your first. This- Peter, this is such a bad idea. You should be with someone your own age.”

Peter made an indignant sound, popping the button on his jeans and unzipping them out of protest. “I don’t want someone my own age. I want you.”

He said it with such finality.

Tony stepped closer to the bed, his hands cupping Peter’s face gently. “You promise me you won’t regret this?”

“There’s nothing that could make me regret this.” Peter unbuckled Tony’s belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops before dropping it to the floor.

Tony nodded slowly, not fighting when Peter pushed his slacks down. It was really happening.

“Holy shit-” Peter’s eyes were wide. His eyes were fixed on the way that Tony’s dick was straining at the front of his tight boxers. There was a nervous look in his eyes.

“Good or bad?” Tony teased a little.

“Good. Good, oh man.” Peter reached down and squeezed himself hard. “So big….”

That was nice to hear. “You think so? Do you think you could take it, sweetheart?”

Peter’s fingers ghosted over the length slowly, making it twitch in its confines. “I...I want to try.”

Tony nodded. “We’ll make it fit. Let’s finish getting you undressed.” He pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor before getting onto the bed next to Peter.

He finished pulling the young man’s zipper down and helped him shimmy out of his jeans. Peter’s thighs were gorgeous, Tony was nearly drooling over them. But he couldn’t get distracted.

“May I?” He met the young man’s eyes, his fingers slipping into the waistband of his boxers.

Peter nodded, breathing hard as he laid back more.

Tony slowly pulled the piece of clothing down, biting his lip when he watched Peter’s cock drop against his hip once it was no longer covered. “So hard for me, honey. Look at that.”

The younger man blushed darker. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Tony….”

“God, me too. Me too, kid.” He pushed his own boxers off, unable to keep himself from wrapping one hand around himself and stroking slowly.

Peter watched him with wide eyes. “Okay. I want you inside me. Now.” He kicked his boxers away, grinning a little.

Tony laughed softly at his eagerness. “We have to get you ready first. Hold on, let me show you….”

Turns out that Peter was incredibly responsive to everything and by the time he was open enough for further activities Tony had already worked him through an orgasm.

If Peter was that responsive to just his fingers, he couldn’t wait to get his cock in him. And the young man was still raring to go.

Tony grabbed a condom - habit, it wasn’t like they were preventing anything - but Peter stopped him.

“Why can't we just do it…without?” He asked shyly.

“I mean…we can. But you’ll have to clean up and that can be annoying.”

“I want…I want to feel you. Is that okay?” Peter hid his face in his hands, embarrassed by the admission.

Tony nodded, biting back a smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.” He set the foil square down on the nightstand before moving back to the young man.

He got between his legs, hands sliding over the strong thighs he was met with. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, kid. I hope you know that.”

Peter smiled up at him, spreading his legs further. “Thank you, Tony….” He leaned back more, laying his head down. “Now hurry up,” he joked.

Grabbing the lube and slicking himself up, the older man shook his head. “Impatient,” Tony chided, laughing softly. But he was already moving to position his cock at the man’s hole, the tip brushing over him.

They both moaned softly, laughing a little at how in sync they were.

“Fuck me, Tony…please?”

The older man nodded, slowly pushing past the tight muscle with a groan. Even though he’d prepped him, Peter was still tight. Just perfectly so.

Peter was tightly gripping the sheets, popping a couple threads even, with the first movements.

It seemed like his effort was in vain, but he really wanted to try to last.

Tony bottomed out, hips pressed flush against Peter’s ass.

The younger man was whining low in his throat at the feeling. His cock twitched between them. He knew that if he was touched at all before he could calm down a little, everything would be over way before he wanted it to be.

“Need me to stay still?” Tony asked. He could tell that Peter was struggling.

He nodded quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes. Fuck.”

“Okay, honey. Don’t worry, we can take this at whatever pace you want.”

Peter nodded, trying to get a hold on how he was feeling.

It took him a couple minutes, but eventually he signaled Tony that he was okay. And he could start moving.

So he started slow, but Tony started thrusting when he was given the okay.

Peter moaned, mouth falling open around his noises.

He tightened around Tony’s cock, squeezing down with every movement. Then he cried out when a particularly deep thrust hit something that made him see stars.

“What was that?” Peter gasped, hips rocking up wildly.

Tony groaned, laughing a little through it. “I’m going to, fuck, I’m going to assume that was your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it? I should have showed that to you when I was fingering you.”

“Do it again!”

The older man snorted, aiming for the same spot again as he picked up his pace. He held one of Peter’s legs, lifting it just enough so that he could get at a deeper angle. “I can try.”

From the increasingly louder noises he received, he assumed he succeeded.

He was so lost in the feeling of Peter that he missed how close to the edge his partner was getting. All that registered was how incredible (borderline painful) it felt when the younger man squeezed around him like that.

Then Peter was crying out louder and thrusting up as he spilled onto his stomach.

Tony swore under his breath. “God, Peter.” He watched him, subconsciously speeding up as he chased his own high.

“Tony!” Peter moaned, eyes squeezed shut as he rode out his high. It was the best orgasm he’d ever experienced, alone or otherwise.

But he slowly opened his eyes, wanting to watch Tony cum.

“I’m close too,” the older man moaned, speeding up again.

Peter moaned louder, feeling himself being pushed up the bed with the quicker pace. “Cum, Tony, please, want you to fill me up.”

He wasn’t so sure about dirty talk, but it could only be but so bad because Tony went still moments later. Peter felt the cock inside him pulse briefly before there was a smooth warmth spreading.

The thing itself felt odd, but thinking about what was happening almost made him cum again.

Actually-

His hand flew to his own dick and he quickly jerked himself off before he was cumming for a third time. It wasn’t nearly as good as the other two, but it was still incredible. Especially thinking about how good Tony still felt inside of him.

He opened his eyes when he heard Tony chuckling. “What?”

“You’re insatiable. And I’m amazed that you can just go again that fast.” The older man closed his eyes again, catching his breath.

He was almost in shock that it had actually happened. He had sex with Peter. After thinking about it for months, dreaming about it, it happened.

He slowly pulled out, laying next to the young man. He knew they were both messes, covered in sweat and cum and lube, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to hold Peter close before they had to go back to real life.

Tony gently wrapped his arms around him, just gathering him close while he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple.

He found out quickly that Peter’s dazed, relaxed post-sex state would only last for so long.

It was only minutes before the man was talking, whispering about anything and everything. And Tony happily listened.

He hummed softly, holding the younger man close to his chest. One hand gently carded through Peter’s soft curls as they talked quietly.

“My mom met you one time,” Peter murmured. “Before I was born. But she would never tell me about it. Just told me that it happened.”

Tony snorted softly. “Yeah, well, about when would that have been? I had a reputation for a reason.” But the confession started pulling at a memory. It couldn’t quite come to light, though.

“Ew.” The young man grinned at him. “But I guess you’re right. I don’t know, she was kinda weird about a lot of stuff. Not just that.”

“What do you mean?”

Peter sighed softly and Tony frowned. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But Peter started answering anyway.

“I don’t know who my actual dad is. She never told me. I vaguely remember her telling me that Richard was the only dad I needed, but nothing else.”

“You would have been so young,” Tony whispered. “Maybe she just figured it could be a conversation for another time.”

“But she wouldn’t tell anyone else. My aunt and uncle knew that Richard wasn’t actually my dad, but they were never told who was. And I guess it just…died with her.”

The older man nodded. “You could always do a paternity test, right?” Why was guilt pooling in his stomach?

Peter shrugged. “That’s assuming that my dad has done one too that we could match. And sometimes….” He trailed off.

“Sometimes what?” Tony kissed him gently, trying to soothe him.

“Sometimes I’m not sure that I want to know,” he confessed.

It made sense. But something was still trying to pull at Tony’s memory. Forming an idea slowly.

Although he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answers.

But he couldn’t just leave a question unasked. No matter how dark the potential answer.

“Peter…when did you say that your mom met me?”

The young man snuggled into him more, shaking his head. “I didn’t. I think it was…the year before I was born or so. Why? Do you remember?”

Tony tried to mentally do the numbers. He’d spent most of that year in a fog, but that had been the theme of that era in his life. But maybe…

“Are you okay?”

The older man closed his eyes, frowning as he tried to remember.

Parker. Had he been with a Parker? He couldn’t remember the occasion at all.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m okay, was just trying to see if I remembered her. I’m sorry.”

Peter leaned up to kiss him gently, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not a big deal, really. Sometimes I just wonder about that stuff.”

Tony tried to assure himself that it wasn’t a big deal.

Maybe it was best to not have all the answers.

He had what he wanted. That was all that mattered.

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #my writing #bri’s kinktober 2021 #now I’ll go do all the schoolwork I’ve been ignoring lol #if you see this: yes the backstory is heavily influenced by that one rp we did where I came up with too much backstory #yeah

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versadies · 3 years ago

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Cancer with Childe? Its not 'cause him and I are both cancer 👉👈

state of grace (hc scenario)

penpal: hope this is to ur liking fellow anons and @tokyosu !!

pairing/s: childe x gn!doctor/healer!reader

prompt: cancer the crab, flower-tattoo soulmate au

sypnosis: after many denials to your assumption, you realized that perhaps some things can be possible for someone like you. (or, hc on how you find out that childe is your soulmate)

include/s: injuries, mentions of blood, cringe (?), reader is a healer, spoilers to liyue archon quest !

-> you swore that you'd become a healer for your beloved village, not to the most feared organization in teyvat.

-> as one of the best healers in snezhnaya, the fatui hired (or rather forced) you to be a personal healer for the harbingers after a strange incident that led their previous doctor to be executed.

-> thankfully, the harbingers don't usually come to your pharmacy given that most of them are always abroad-

-> though there was one particular person who often visits you whenever they can.

-> the moment childe stumbles to your pharmacy for the first time due to an injury he obtained from having a spar with the fearsome scaramouche, he instantly liked you (much to your confusion).

-> whenever the man is in the zapolyarny palace, childe always visits you for random injures both big and small with a grin that never fades from his face. although you're weirded out by how he's so keen in talking to you, you would be lying if you said you don't appreciate the man visiting you given that you're usually by yourself.

-> at times when you treat his wounds, he always rants about things you honestly didn't expect from the harbinger, mainly family.

-> there was never a conversation between you and childe where he does not mention his family. you couldn't help but admire his strong values on family (despite whether or not you could relate to it).

-> when it comes to traveling away from his homeland, childe always writes letters to you just to keep in touch. other than his letters containing his family and what's happening during his stay, he always asked you for an advice to certain wounds that he'd describe as best as he can, to which you'd of course answer when writing a letter back.

-> however, you started to notice how childe's wounds are oddly similar to the flower tattoos on your skin, the placement he described in his letters were usually the same as the newly formed flower tattoos.

-> as always, you shrug it off, thinking it's just purely coincidence. it's impossible for you and childe, a harbinger, to be actually soulmates, right?

-> "...what do you want this time, lord tartaglia?" you ask with a raised eyebrow, looking up at your doorstep to see the harbinger standing there with a grin on his face.

-> "am i not allowed to visit you?" he says with a pout. "i could at least have a i miss you hug."

-> you smile lightly from his comment, unsure whether or not he's serious. "may i see your injuries?"

-> "straightforward, are we?" he laughs, closing the door behind him and walks to one of the beds nearby. "relax, the injuries are completely treated by yours truly of course." he says reassuringly, watching you preparing your kit.

-> "i'd like to be the judge of that, my lord." you retorted, motioning him to remove his top clothing to see his injuries.

-> "didn't i tell you to call me childe and drop the formalities?" he said, immediately removing his shirt and shows you the bandages that's wrapped around the middle of his upper body.

-> you examined his body with a focused look on your face, checking if the man treated his wounds right. letting out a satisfied hum, you smile at the man. "well i must say, you've improved a lot."

-> "well i did learn from the best." he says with a proud smile, causing your cheeks to warm from the compliment.

-> "i'll just heal your wounds with my vision and you're free to go." you said before you place your hand on the bandages, not noticing a faint blush from childe as you focus deeply on your power.

-> although childe is talkative during his visits, he’s very silent when it comes to healing him with your vision, taken you back by surprise. does he not want to bother you with doing your job? or could there be something more?

-> it took a few silent minutes until you let go much to childe's dismay. "that's all i can do for you. you're free to go now." you said with a relieved smile.

-> “aw, you’re not going to let me sta—”

-> before he could finish his sentence, the two of you were interrupted by the door opening, only to see a cicin mage standing by the doorstep.

-> “lord tartaglia,” she speaks up, bowing respectfully. “her majesty has requested for your presence in her throne room. she’d like you to come as soon as you’re done being treated.”

-> you watched as the man’s smile immediately drops, his expression is now filled with seriousness. “i see.. i’ll be there in a few minutes, doctor y/n and i are just saying our goodbyes.” he explains, grabbing his shirt and puts it on.

-> the cicin mage bows again before leaving the room, causing childe to immediately look at you with a grin (creeping you out by the process). “i suppose i’ll come back tomorrow if the tsaritsa decides to send me to another nation.”

-> he then stands up from the bed and pats your shoulder. “thanks again for this, y/n.”

-> you nod in response. “anything for you, my lord.”

-> as soon as childe left and closes the door, you let out a breath that you’ve been holding for a while.

-> this was the last straw for you to think these are purely coincidences.

-> immediately, you rushed to the bathroom nearby and look at yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath before you reach down to the hem of your clothing.

-> with a hesitant look on your face, you slowly raise up your outfit to see your upper body, eyes widening in shocked when the huge flower tattoo that was recently appeared on the same area as childe’s injury is nowhere to be seen.

-> this is definitely not a coincidence anymore.

-> you then laugh to yourself, running your fingers through your hair in disbelief that the chances of the harbinger being your soulmate is definitely higher than ever. perhaps it made sense that the man liked you because it’s meant to be, but does he actually know?

-> the real question is: should you tell him or not?

#sorry if this is not to ur liking #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin headcanons #childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x y/n #tartaglia scenarios #tartaglia hc #childe scenarios #childe headcanons #childe genshin x reader #genshin x reader #childe hcs

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domthedevil · 4 years ago

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could you do asmo for the be gentle series but also add in a little bit of overstimulation because it's asmo and it feels fitting

It’s so fitting it hurts haha. I know he’d probably hold back a little for your first time, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have his own fun with you. Fuck I love Asmo. Mammon is next!

Be Gentle pt 5

Warnings: Asmo x AFAB!MC, loss of virginity

The discussion took an unexpected turn when Asmo mentioned how you felt about sex, your experience, and what you wanted to do. He definitely didn’t intend for it end in a bet over you. His brothers were so insensitive. And the fact that the relationship between all of you had worked until now was still a mystery to him.

“I’m sure when they’re ready it’ll be me they come too, but could we move on?” Asmo was hoping for a semi serious discussion.

Even his usual quip didn’t break up the brothers arguing. And when it seemed to be futile to try again, he excused himself and made his way to his room. He may be an expert in lust, but that also gave him experience as a lover. It’s a lot more important than just sex when it’s with someone you love. Maybe a little hot steam on his pores would make him feel better...

A knock at his door later that night surprised him, but when he saw it was you he was more happy than anything else. It wasn’t unusual to see you before you went to bed. A little face mask or talk with Asmo always eased your anxieties and sleeping came easier when you weren’t stressed out.

“Oh? Did you need some stress relief?” His usual flirty tone made your heart flutter a moment.

“S-something like that...”

You didn’t know how to discuss things exactly. So you were straightforward. Even Asmo couldn’t help the redness on his cheeks, it almost felt like confessing again. Asmo’s soft smile, the genuine smile only he showed you, made your heart pound.

“MC...You’re so adorable, the way you came to me.” The giddiness he’d been holding back came out a moment before growing serious again. “I promise I’ll be gentle. Let me love you.”

With his arms wrapped around you, you followed him to the bed. Your own arms hugged him tightly as he hovered over you. You kissed him roughly, eager and excited to be in his hands. Asmo’s chuckle was muffled against your lips, he thought this side of you was so cute. So tempting.

“It’s good to start slow...” Asmo whispered before pulling at your clothes. Lifting your shirt above your head, Asmo left kisses behind every spot his fingers touched. “There are lots of ways to feel good. And I want to show you all of them.”

You swallowed hard. Growing warm from his words alone. Your hands rubbed at his shoulders, wanting to rip his clothing off as well. You wanted to see the body you had always wished was pressed against yours. But the kisses and nibbles he planted were keeping you from moving. Each one a sweet paralysis; the sweet venom from the Avatar of Lust.

“Asmo...” it was a short but effective whine. He felt his member twitch at the sound.

His nibbles grew harder as he made work of the rest of your clothing. Asmo took a deep breath as he admired your bare body. Using his hands to memorize every dip and curve as he lowered himself to keep kissing your body. Long fingers traced X’s and O’s down your thighs toward the warmth between your legs.

You felt a little guilty receiving all this attention without returning, but Asmo assured you he was getting just what he needed this way. Emphasizing his words by stroking the obvious bulge between his own legs. Dipping his face lower, Asmo teasingly licked at your folds, tasting you like sweet honey. Your hips shook as he indulged himself. Using a skilled tongue to burrow inside you.

“As-Asmo.” Your moans left as a sigh. Sweet sensations of warmth and electricity shot through your body as he suckled on your delicate pearl. Your fingers buried themselves in his beautiful and soft hair. Needing to hold on to something. His own fingers found refuge inside your dripping entrance. Your walls were stretched against his soft fingers. The tips of his digits graced a soft spot inside you that made your hips jerk.

“You must be enjoying yourself. You’re expression is so lewd. Think I can make you come from this?”

“Mmn-! I’m really close already Asmo...”

“You’re so cute MC...” his voice trailed off as your thighs pressed against his face. He was back to teasing your most sensitive spots. It didn’t take much more of his magic fingers to build the warmth between your legs to its peak. Squeezing the fingers inside you roughly, your moan cracked in your throat as you shook. Licking his lips, Asmo watched your body twist and relax as you came down from your first high. He used this moment to remove his own clothing. He loved the way you watched him, how you eyed his cock. Taking your hand in his, he guided your hand to his twitching length.

“Touch me, MC. Please?”

Of course you obliged, eagerly moving your hand up and down as he took your breath away. Asmo’s kisses were fierce, deep, and mind blowing. He somehow knew all the things you loved. The little nibbles and long breaths he teased you with made you forget where you were a moment.

Pressing his body against yours, Asmo moved his hands to lift your hips. Aligning them with his own. You could feel his cock rub up and down your slick covered walls. He was so tempted to dive right in, but he wanted to take it slower. However the tip of his cock continuously hit your over sensitive clit. Making the heat from your core almost burst as you came again.

“A-Asmo! It feels so good.” Your whimper made Asmo’s heart almost stop. You looked so erotic, and you were saying all the things he’d always wanted to hear from you. Of course treating you how you deserved came naturally for the love struck demon.

“Touching me made you that excited hm?” His teasing whisper was hot against your ear as he lifted your hips again. “I can feel how wet you’ve become...I want to make you feel good.” Stealing your lips again, you moaned against his. “Tell me if you need me to stop. I love you.” Your face was on fire already, but now it burned even hotter. You nodded shyly, letting him ease himself inside you.

A sudden pain shot through you a moment. Hearing a sharp hiss, Asmo halted to see if you were okay. When you kissed him again he moved. Feeling stretched and full like you’ve never felt before, the pain dulled to a slow ache. Asmo’s hips had stopped moving about half way inside you. Your hand cupped his cheek as you looked into his rose and gold eyes.

“I love you too....I’m ready for more.”

Humming affectionately, Asmo pressed further inside you. His curving length touching the soft spot he had fingered before, making your back arch off the mattress. You were more sensitive than ever, you could almost feel every ridge and vein on his beautiful cock. Asmo’s hips moved in slow fluid motions. Whispering encouraging and loving words. He loved showering you in affection.

“MC...you feel so good. So tight. How is it?”

“G-good! It feels so good having you inside me.”

“MC~!”

His hips moved faster as he listened to you describe it. How good his dick felt. And he shared how good your walls sucking him in, like you didn’t want him to pull out, felt in return. The previous orgasms had your blood screaming. Every movement, even just the feel of his breath against your neck, made the heated coil in your core build. It felt different from the ones before. Somehow stronger.

Asmo chanted your name against your neck, moist with a sheen of sweat. Your arms wrapped around him as he continued to pick up his pace.

“I’m so happy you’re here MC. I’ve always wanted to make you feel this good. To hear your sweet voice crack and whine for me.” His words tickled your ear and made your clit twitch. “And I can show you so much more. Tell me what you want MC...”

“Come...I want to come so badly Asmo. I feel so hot, like I’m on fire.”

“Good MC...me too. Im burning up for you.”

Kissing without thinking, untrained and messy, you both locked lips as if you would run out of air otherwise. Your grip around him tightened as his thrusts angled deeper into you. The grip on your hips tighten as well, you were convinced you’d be bruised after. Cursing between gritted teeth you felt Asmo release deep in you, adding to the unbearable heat inside you. The feeling of being stretched even more brought you tumbling over the edge with him. Asmo gasped lowly as your walls squeezed around him once more. Filling you to the brim, Asmo almost couldn’t hold himself up anymore. Everything about this experience was better than he could have ever planned.

Separating slowly, Asmo sat on his knees to look down at you again. Your afterglow was stunning, he only wished he had more mirrors to show you how you looked. Kissing you sweetly on the cheek, he asked you if you were okay.

“More than okay...that was amazing.”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that. There’s a lot more Id love to show you.”

“I can’t wait. For now...could we...do it again?”

Asmo’s face hurt from how wide his grin grew.

“Of course, my love.”

This is a continuation of a requests, read the rest here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Beelzelbub x AFAB!MC)

#obey me fanfic #om! fanfic #ns//fw #obey me smut #om! smut #obey me #om!#obey me asmodeus #om! asmodeus #obey me Asmo #obey me! asmodeus #om! Asmo #swd om Asmo #swd obey me Asmo

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Grant You a Universe | Luke Patterson

Requested: Yes/No

wait because here me out, Luke as a quarterback AU like— imagine that, yeah imma request that, a luke quarterback au pls 🥺BUT HES THE COCKY GET ALL THE GIRLS QUARTERBACK YEAH YEAH AND READER IS POPULAR BUT THEY DON’T DATE BUT EVERYONE WANTS THEM TO BE THE POPULAR COUPLE CLICHÉ OMG

A/N: This is the longest I ever worked on a fic, I think? I hope you like it!

Pairing: 90′s!Luke x Reader

Song(s) used: None (WHAT?! Yeah, I know, shocking!)

Warnings: Cheating, implied abuse, party, drinking, someone is drunk, aggression

Words: 6,868

The first time he saw her was Freshman year during football tryouts. While he was on the field, trying to pay attention to whatever the coach was blabbing about, she was running around it. Her ponytail whipping around her head as her feet pounded against the red gravel of the race rink. She was a flash of pink and brown hair, but it was enough for Luke to become infatuated with her. He didn’t even care when he became the quarterback that year. All he cared about was her. He needed to know who she was and ask her on a date, even if it were the last thing he did.

The first time he ever spoke to her was a few days later, after their first game in Freshman year. She was sitting in the bleachers, cheering on the team, and Luke couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as this beautiful girl cheered him on with every touchdown he scored.

After the game, she came down to say hi to Bobby, the team’s Running Back and the girl’s best friend. Luke knew this. He had seen the two of them together a lot during lunches and in the hallways, but never dared to ask the boy that became a friend of his too, what this girl’s name was or what her deal was.

But the fact that she came to say hi to him, gave Luke an opportunity to talk to her, too. “Hey, Bobbers, nice touchdowns,” the girl teased her best friend, who hadn’t scored any today. He did assist on some of Luke’s touchdowns.

“Oh, shut it, y/n,” Bobby muttered and shoved her in the shoulder. He turned when Luke patted him on the back as he joined the group. “Good game, Patterson,” he said to the floppy haired boy next to him. The boy who couldn’t keep his eyes off his best friend for one second.

“You too, Bobbers,” he repeated y/n’s nickname for her best friend, earning an eyebrow raise from the girl he’s been crushing for a week straight now. Even her eyes were captivating. The dark brown reflected gold in the setting sun.

“You making fun of my nicknames, Patterson?” she asked, one corner of her mouth tugging up into a smirk. The boy became a stuttering mess at the teasing tone in her voice.

“No, I uhm… I-I…” he scratched the back of his neck at a loss for words. “I’m Luke, by the way.” Y/N giggle reached his ears like a sweet lullaby. She shook her head at the boy.

“Oh, I know.”

Her straightforward reply haunted his brain for years to follow. He never knew what it meant but it became the thing that started a blossoming friendship. A friendship that made them the infamous ‘it-couple-that-wasn’t-a-couple’ by junior year. A title neither of you wanted, being in the ‘popular’ clique was already too much.

“Chicaaaas!” Luke called out as he and Bobby walked into the student lounge where y/n and Lydia, her best friend and captain of the cheerleading team, were having some tea and chatting about girl stuff -- as Luke himself liked to say. “Party tonight at Alexis Bryan’s place, are we going or?” he rubbed his hands together as if he’d just concocted the greatest scheme of all time.

Y/N smiled up at both boys and said, “Lyds and I were actually talking about having a sleepover tonight and making a puzzle together.” The two boys groaned and rolled their eyes at her answer. “What?” she asked.

“You sound like two grandmas!” Bobby exclaimed and ran his hand through his dark hair.

“Hey! No hate against grandmas!” Lydia exclaimed with a scowl on her face. Bobby raised his hands in defense before everyone turned to Luke, who was looking down at y/n.

“I don’t know, Luke… I really don’t feel like running into Matt tonight.”

“Come on, y/n. I’m literally nothing with my party partner in crime!” His eyes begged and pleaded, which was something y/n hadn’t quite learned how to resist yet. She’d tried to. Many a time. But she always had to give in eventually.

Even now. “Fine,” she said. “But you’re gonna have to promise to dance with me!” Luke rolled his eyes at the compromise, but couldn’t help the smile finding its way to his cheeks. No matter how hard it was for y/n to say no to Luke, it was twice as hard for him to say no to her.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

That night, as y/n took her scalding hot shower in preparation for the party, she reminisced over the past few years and how much her life changed since she started high school. Her mind wandered over the first day, when she clung to Bobby’s bicep because she was so scared of all the new things around her. She remembered how tiny and scared she felt, but all of that washed away when Bobby reassured her he wouldn’t leave her side. Only when he went to try out for football and she tried out for the running team. Then her mind jumped to the day she met Luke at the football game and how he immediately caught her attention. Ever since that day, her life had become this big-ass chaos. If it weren’t for Luke, she would probably just be part of the sprint relay team. But thanks to being so close to the quarterback, y/n was popular by association. Though, she wouldn’t change it for the world. What she would change was how all her dates had always been scared of Luke. All except for one. Matthew. He somehow managed to get through Luke’s and Bobby’s shield of brotherly protection -- as they called it. The two had been together for a few months until the whispers started. Whispers about Matthew cheating on y/n, or y/n cheating on Matthew with Luke. None of which was very healthy for the relationship, so they broke it off.

It would’ve been friendly if she didn’t see Matthew the day after their break up kissing one of her teammates. That’s when she knew the whispers about him weren’t just rumors. Even up until this day, she wondered if her sister ever had a thing with him, like the whispers suggested.

As her Ace of Base CD played on her stereo, she started to make a move-on with her outfit and makeup. She opted for a black body con dress with spaghetti straps that accentuated her curves in just the right places. For her makeup, she decided on a neutral look and swiped the light browny color across her eyelids.

By the time she started applying her mascara, there was a light tapping on her window. She turned around to find Luke on the small balcony at your window. He was wearing his Screams from The Attic band tee with the sleeves cut off and his trusty black jeans, decorated with the infamous chains and blue rabbit’s foot.

She opened the window door to let him in and turned to grab her shoes. “Hey, you re--wowza!” he cut himself off when his eyes took in every inch of the girl in front of him. A blush crept to y/n’ cheeks as she strapped the black heels on. “That’s a fly outfit, girl.”

“Thanks, Patterson. Let’s bounce, yeah?”

Luke climbed over the stone enclosure of the balcony and carefully let himself hang down from the bottom before letting go and landing gracefully on his feet. He whispered a ‘yes’ under his breath before looking up to find y/n climbing over as elegantly as she could. Though, with that dress on, she was about to flash someone and the lucky recipient of the little sneak peek was of course Luke.

“Is today a special occasion?” he asked. Y/N turned her head to look down at Luke while hanging onto the balcony for dear life. “You only wear red lingerie on special occasions.”

“Why are you looking down my dress, you creep?” The giggle that followed the words reassured Luke that she wasn’t offended by it. It was a typical thing to bicker about in their friendship.

“You flashed your knickers at me, Peaches, don’t blame me.” He held his hands up in defense, shooting her a sheepish look. Y/N scoffed at that and rolled her eyes before dropping down to hang from the balcony the same way Luke had done.

“You are so lucky I love you,” she mumbled and then screamed, “Patterson, think fast!” She let go, and hoped Luke would be fast enough to catch her since she wasn’t going to stick the landing on her heels quite as much as Luke did. Thankfully though, Luke’s fast reflexes made him move underneath her just in time to catch her, bridal style.

Their eyes locked for a moment, both of them suddenly realizing how close they really were. A smile made its way to y/n’s features and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek before flicking her legs out of his grasp and patting his chest twice.

“Thanks, buddy. That was like a crazy trust fall.”

Leaving Luke behind to reflect on whatever just happened, y/n skipped towards Bobby’s car and got into the passenger’s seat. She planted a kiss on Bobby's cheek and then turned around as Luke got in the back, finding two other boys she knew all too well.

“‘sup homies?” she grinned cheesily at the blonde and brunette she knew as Alex and Reggie. The two other members of Sunset Curve, the band Bobby and Luke formed when they met in freshman year.

The two boys smiled back at y/n while Luke gave her a glare, probably because she stole his seat in the front. However, y/n didn’t care or notice, for that matter. Her mind was wrapped up in something else instead.

“So, Alex…” she started, capturing the blond guy’s attention. “How was your date with Driss?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and it sent a scarlet color up to Alex’s cheeks. Even though his parents didn’t care for his sexual orientation, he was glad his friends supported him, even if that meant y/n’s curiosity in his dating life.

“It was okay…” he replied humbly, but y/n wasn’t y/n if she let this slide.

“Where did he take you? What did you do? What did you wear?” she gasped, “Did you kiss?” The boys collectively chuckled at y/n’s antics. All of them had endured her searching for cute date stories.

“He took me to this really pretty lake where we had a picnic and we screamed into the dark,” he reminisced dreamily with a tender smile on his face. Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Alex’s happiness. It was about time he got a happy ending too.

“Did you kiss?” she repeated her question.

Alex exhaled, a pout forming on his face as he said, “No… But! He did ask me for a second date tomorrow!” Y/N’s face lit up entirely as she clapped her hands giddily, making Alex laugh.

“I am so happy for you, Alex.” She reached out her hand between the two front seats, and Alex grabbed it, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

The car abruptly came to a stop, causing y/n to lose her balance a little. “The hell, dude?” she asked Bobby, glaring at the driver.

“We’re here, so unless you wanna continue this little tea party, get out of my car!” Y/N glanced at the other boys, who were equally as confused about the boy’s sudden behavior.

“Someone needs to get laid tonight,” y/n muttered while she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of Bobby’s jeep, the boys following suit. She came to a halt in front of the house, looking up at the castle of a house. Music was thumping through the white brick walls and people were bustling about on the front lawn, smoking, drinking and talking.

“You ready?” Reggie asked, placing a hand on y/n’s left shoulder while another hand grabbed her right one. Looking up, she found Alex smiling down at her with that reassuring smile of his. When she felt another hand on her right shoulder and a kiss to the back of her head, she knew she was good to go. She had all her best friends with her. She would be fine, even if she ran into the devil’s spawn.

“If you wanna dip, just give us the sign and we’ll bounce,” Luke told her as he stood behind her. Slowly, but surely, y/n began to nod her head, mentally preparing herself for what’s about to come.

She'd made up a million of scenes where she’d confront Matthew, coming up with the wittiest comebacks she could possibly think of. The perfect monologue that would forever be stuck in her head since she was too much of a shy girl to actually say those out loud. She might seem like a clever, obnoxious popular girl, but deep down, she was still the little geek from Middle School at heart.

“Good to go,” she mumbled and started her way up to the house with Alex’s hand still in hers and the other boys safely surrounding her.

As they walked into the house, they turned a few heads and with it began the rumor mill, like it always did. There was always something to spill about the group, it seemed.

“Y/N!” a loud shriek brought y/n back out of her thoughts. When she looked up, she found Lydia walking up to them with arms wide open. As she hugged her best friend, y/n could smell the alcohol on her.

“Hey, Lyds,” y/n chuckled, “Been here long?” She pushed the strawberry blonde hair off her and took in her presence. She was wearing her lucky red dress with the plunging neckline, which was enough information for y/n to know her best friend was drinking for some courage to get a boy into her bed.

“About an hour,” she slurred, and then her eyes fell on the boys behind y/n. Another shriek deafened y/n as the girl stumbled into Reggie’s arms for a hug. The boy giggled, steadying the tipsy girl. Each on their turn, the boys handed the drunk girl off to the next, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she had hugged every single one of them. “So, what are we thinking, shots?” she asked as she leaned on Bobby’s shoulder for balance.

“I think you need some soda,” Bobby replied before grumpily grabbing Lydia’s hand and leading her towards the kitchen. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched the two walk off. Something wasn’t quite right with her best friend, she just couldn’t place a finger on what it was.

“What’s gotten his panties in a twist?” she asked the others, who all simply shrugged.

Within the first ten minutes, the group was split up. While y/n was talking to her running team, Alex was occupied with Driss, Reggie was playing beer pong with some people and Luke was, unsurprisingly flirting with some girl.

Luke was notorious for his flirting with girls, so it didn’t surprise y/n too much when her eyes fell on the popular quarterback, surrounded by a bunch of cheerleaders. Though she had to admit, she loved it most when the flirting was directed at her instead of other girls.

When their eyes locked, Luke shot her a wink with that overconfident smirk on his face that made y/n roll her eyes. After blowing him a kiss, y/n walked back into the kitchen for a refill of her beer. If she was going to survive this party, she was going to need some more party fuel.

“Hey, y/n!” a familiar voice sounded from the other side of the kitchen. When she looked up, she found Astrid and Alexis Bryan, hostesses of tonight’s soiree. It was Astrid who’d called her name. Y/N raised her red cup at the girl as she made her way over to her, leaving her sister by herself. “How you doing?”

“Pretty good. Nice party you got going on here,” she answered, nodding her head to the dancing students in her living room. Astrid chuckled and sipped from her own beer while leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, it is pretty rad,” Astrid mumbled, “Though, we have to thank Alexis for that. Could never have done this myself, but she did, so…” A snicker left y/n’s body as she softly tapped her foot to the beat of the music and her eyes scanned the party.

“Let’s go dance, hm?” Astrid held out her hand for y/n to take, which she gladly did, and let the girl lead her towards the dance floor while sipping her beer.

It’s about time y/n let loose for once. She always used to get so worked up at parties, knowing Matthew was going to be there and she’d tell the boys she wanted to leave before it ever got any fun. But this time, she wasn’t going to let a boy ruin her fun. She was here now, she looked bomb and was having fun with some of the girls from her class.

“Y/N!” Lydia’s voice shrieked once more as she joined y/n on the dance floor with a red cup in her hand while the other landed on the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her in to kiss her on the cheek. “You know I love you, right?”

Y/N glanced over at Bobby, who was keeping an eye out for Lydia from a few feet away.

“I tried to give her soda,” he shrugged. Y/N rolled her eyes as an amused smile made its way to her cheeks. “It’s your best friend,” he added with his hands raised in defense.

Y/N reached out and grabbed Bobby’s wrist, pulling him into the group to dance. He was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and sang along to the song at the top of his lungs while supporting Lydia in a dance.

Soon, Reggie and Alex had joined the group too, and y/n just knew tonight would be amazing. All she ever needed were her friends, some good music and booze.

“Having fun, sweetheart?” Y/N’s skin crawled upon hearing the voice and feeling the familiar hands on her waist. That amazing night did not include him.

She stopped moving all together and stepped away from him, only for him to pull her closer.

“Let go, Matt!” she yelled and tried to step away again. He twirled her around, leaving his hands firmly on her waist. His bright blue eyes looked down at her with that familiar smile of his playing at his lips. A smile that used to make her heart swell now felt like a violation.

“Ah, you still remember the sound of my voice,” he cooed. One hand came up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve missed you, y/n. I know we broke up, but I realize now that it was a mistake. We’re perfect for each other…”

Y/N almost melted as the words reached her ears until she was reminded by the past they shared. Until she was reminded of what he’d done to her and how much it had hurt. All the pain and sadness suddenly came back to her. She was feeling all of it again.

She took a step back, finally freeing herself from his claws. She said, “Don’t.” Her eyes were dark and angry, her face stoic. A whole new side of y/n Matthew had never seen before. As he muttered her name, he took a step closer, wanting to hold her in his arms again. “Don’t take another step in my direction,” she said, now a lot firmer than before. “Don’t ever think you can apologize your way back into my arms, Matt.”

The commotion had grabbed everyone’s attention so much so that even the music had stopped abruptly. Luke got up from leaning against the wall with a girl pinned against it, when he heard y/n’s voice raise, while her other friends perked up too.

“Please, y/n… You’re the only person I ever loved. You’re the only person I still love.”

Y/N scoffed at this and shook her head in disbelief while kissing her teeth. “Do you think I’m naive, Matt?” Matt looked up at her, pleadingly. “You really think I’d fall for your lies? After everything we’ve been through? After everything you’ve done to me?” She didn’t care who was watching, she needed to get the monologue she’d thought of in the shower out of her system. It’s now or never.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n… I thought we broke up as friends?”

A collective gasp fell over the whole entire room, followed by the usual whispers.

“Yeah, we did. Until I found out you already had your tongue down Sam’s throat the day after. The day after, Matt! I know you were seeing her and so many other girls while we were dating. I hear the whispers too, you know? And I thought, I really thought you were speaking the truth when you told me none of the whispers were true.” Her voice wavered, but she took a deep breath and bit back the tears. She had to stay strong.

“Fine, the rumors were true, but so what, y/n?! The whispers about you were true, too!” The volume of his voice grows, his tone sharper, firmer. Back when they were dating, y/n got scared whenever the volume of his voice rose, but not this time.

Y/N shook her head, her tongue gliding over her teeth. “You hear whispers from people around you, saying I slept with Luke when you know damn well that Luke’s like my brother and we don’t look at each other that way. When you hear whispers, you have to scream and you’re screaming at me for being disloyal when the only one who was ever loyal in our relationship was me. I know about whispers, Matt. I saw the way you looked at my sister. At Alexis. At Amber. At Sam. So don’t you dare say I was ever the only one you loved. Because you, Matthew, don’t love anyone or care about anyone but yourself.”

Luke jammed his hands into his pockets as he listened to y/n’s words. Even though they hurt, he couldn’t help but feel proud of her for standing up to her oppressor. He watched as y/n said her final words before running up the stairs, leaving everyone confused and in a humble of even more rumors and whispers. Shaking his head, he followed y/n upstairs, finding her on the balcony at the end of the hallway.

“So, you finally did it, huh?” His voice made her jump slightly, but she calmed down straight away when realizing it was just him. “Your monologuing in the mirror paid off.” He went to stand next to her, leaning against the concrete enclosure.

Y/N wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, chuckling. Of course Luke would know she’d been practicing in her mirror. This had been brewing for a while and now that it was finally out in the open, lingering in the air in that living room down there, she didn’t know if she should feel relieved or scared.

“Hey,” Luke nudged her with his shoulder, shooting a small smile, “I’m proud of you.”

Her lips curled up into a smile before she wrapped both arms around his bicep, her head resting against his shoulder as she took a deep breath. “I can’t believe I said all of that in there,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, me neither,” said Luke and he pressed a kiss to her hair before laying his head down on hers. “Did you see Matt’s face though? He was genuinely scared of you just then.”

Y/N scoffed and let go of him, making her way to the small bench in the corner of the small terrace. “I doubt he was scared of me. What he was, was shocked because I never talked back to him whenever we fought.”

Luke turned around, but kept leaning against the fence, crossing his arms. “I’m glad you finally did. That asshole needed to know that what he was doing wasn’t cool. He needed to know that that’s not how you treat a woman.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him, leaning back on her hands. “And you know how to treat a woman.” Luke wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement, so he didn’t answer straight away. He mulled over a good answer as he walked up to her, taking a seat next to her on the bench, their shoulders touching.

"You know how I’d treat a woman?” he asked.

“Please, enlighten me,” she replied.

Luke inhaled deeply before the words poured out of him like he’d been the one monologuing this in front of his mirror. “I would treat her like a goddess. I would build her temples out of words and love and affection. I would make sure she was happy and satisfied before my own needs were fulfilled. I’d write songs to her and she’d be my muse for my music. I would build empires of paragraphs, castles of melodies inspired by her. I would flood her senses with words and make sure she knew all of that was for her. I would build her a whole new world. I’d grant her a universe filled with words and music of love.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Woah, Patterson…” Luke shrugged and offered her a shy smile before looking out into the dark night in front of them. “Careful or you’ll make me fall in love with you.”

“That’s the intention,” he muttered, but his words were overpowered by Lydia’s shrieking.

“Here you are!” she yelled, then turned her head to someone inside. “Bobbers! I found our love birds!” She turned her head to the two on the bench and smiled. “Come on, you guys! There’s a party downstairs! We need to celebrate y/n’s greatest victory ever!”

“We can dip if you don’t wanna go back out there,” Luke told her as she stood up.

“I think I’ll be okay,” she smiled thankfully at him before reaching out her hand for him to take. “Come on, let’s get jiggy!” Luke smirked before gently placing his hand in hers and letting her pull him up to his feet.

Together, the two of them followed Lydia and Bobby back downstairs to the party, their fingers laced together as they made their way through the crowd. As if on cue, the people started to whisper again as they passed, but y/n didn’t care. She had her best friends with her, she just stood up to her ex-boyfriend, and she found out her best friend was a feminist. There’s no better night than that. She was not going to let it get ruined by a few whispers.

For the rest of the night, y/n danced and partied with her friends until the sun came up again and it was time to head home. Like every other party night, the six of them ended up in Bobby’s garage. Luke and y/n snuggled up on his couch, Bobby and Lydia in a sleeping bag together, and Reggie and Alex spooning on an air mattress.

Can’t get more perfect than that.

New week, fresh start, people always said. Y/N used to think of it as bullshit, but this time around, she could actually feel it. She felt refreshed, as if a whole new world opened up to her. As if she’d started a new chapter, nay, a new book. One with a happy continuation. One without Matt.

Monday also meant practice after school. For all of them. The football team had practice out on the field while the sprint relay team ran around it and the cheerleaders practiced on the sidelines. It was the one extracurricular they did together without actually doing it together.

“Hey, y/n…” a voice she recognized as Sam’s made her look away from the boys on the football field. Her voice sounded ambivalent, which confused y/n as the girl would normally be chirpy and cheery.

“Hey, Sam. ‘Sup?” y/n gathered her long hair in both hands and tied it up at the top of her head with a bright pink scrunchie.

“I just--I wanted to apologize for what I did…” she mumbled, her eyes cast on her fidgeting finger. Y/N had never seen her teammate like this. The otherwise lively sport nut now sounded guilty and like the light had been snuffed out of her. “I knew you and Matt were together and I still let him…” she trailed off as though saying the words would make them true.

Y/N flinched at the mention of the boy’s name. She had hoped it wouldn’t have been brought up and besides the occasional whisper she’d caught during lunch, the objective had been quite successful. Until now.

“I really don’t wanna talk about him right now, Sam,” y/n muttered, and when she looked up at Sam, she knew she had to say something to ease the girl’s mind. “But this wasn’t your fault. Matt should’ve not tried anything with you. He was the disloyal one, he was the one that cheated on me, not you.” A teasing grin played at y/n’s lips when she continued, “You know, unless you’re gonna tell me now you doped yourself up for practice and are gonna make me lose.”

Sam worriedly looked up, but when she noticed the grin on y/n’s face, she immediately calmed down and couldn’t help but laugh.

She shook her head, “No, I’m no cheater.”

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile as she grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed it, letting her know the two are on good terms. Nothing should ever break up the team, especially not a boy.

“She's talking about you, y/n?”

Speak of the devil…

Y/N turned around to where the voice came from, finding a tense Matt in front of her. She should’ve known there was no way of avoiding him all day today.

“I knew you were lying to me. I knew you and Patterson were a thing and you cheated on me with him.” His voice resounded across the entire area, attracting everyone’s attention with the sudden commotion.

The football team stopped their exercise half-way, much to the coach’s dismay, and the cheerleaders broke up their human pyramid to find out what was going on. Luke, Bobby and Lydia were the only ones of each team to give incentive to the rest of the team to walk up to the ex-couple fighting.

“And you just kept on guilting me because I was the only one to be disloyal,” Matt grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. “I heard the whispers, y/n. I heard what happened the other night!”

Y/N’s eyebrows rose, unimpressed at his outburst. “What did you hear this time, Matthew?”

“You and Patterson getting dirty on the balcony at Bryan’s party!” he spat, and drops of saliva actually found their way to y/n’s face. She kissed her teeth before wiping her cheek with one forceful finger.

“Have you learned nothing, asshole?!” y/n shouted. She wasn’t going to keep her cool anymore. Ever since Friday, she learned that she was able to stand up to herself, no matter how scary Matt could get.

She stepped forward, erasing the space between the two as they stood chest-to-chest. Seeing this, Luke halted and averted his eyes. He thought this situation would actually give him a hand at finally asking y/n out for real, but it seemed like the two were about to make up.

“Didn’t you learn about whispers being just that, whispers? Nothing happened between Luke and me. Not when we were dating, not at Alexis’ party. And the fact that you even dare to insinuate I would be capable of cheating just shows once more that you don’t know me and you don’t care about me.” She pressed her index finger to his chest harshly. “You are a selfish, self-indulgent prick who doesn’t deserve all the wonderful women that have thrown themselves at you. You don’t deserve anything and--” y/n flinched as she watched his hand come up and two hands pulled her away from Matt.

“Patterson, stay out of this,” Matt growled. Y/N opened her eyes at the mention of her best friend’s name, finding him between her and her ex now. As she turned her head, Bobby was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulder.

Matt turned back to Y/N, the growl persistent on his face. “No,” Luke said, capturing Matt’s attention once more.

“No?” His voice was abrasive, a tone y/n had gotten used to over the years.

“No,” Luke repeated. He glanced back at y/n before jamming his hands into his trousers and looking at Matt again. Though Luke was a lot smaller than the broad, tall teenager in front of him, his confidence was twice the size of the other footballer. “Technically, you’re pinning me down as a home wrecker, so you pretty much pulled me into this yourself.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at the new-found confidence. Luke was cocky and flirty around girls, but he’d never been this overly confident version of himself towards his teammates. It was refreshing to see this entirely different side from her best friend.

“Well, yeah, because she clearly did cheat on me with you. Why else would you guys be fooling around after her little outburst to me?” The overconfidence Matt normally carried had now washed away. He hadn’t seen this side of the quarterback yet either.

Luke let out an airy laugh, and retorted, “Yeah, well, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, his green eyes looking up at the big, burly footballer. “There’s this misconception about our relationship, you see? Y/N and I are the best of friends, and I get it we’d look super hot together as a couple, but the sad truth is -- well, sad for me -- that Y/N has always been too busy being loyal to an asshole like you to see that. So, despite popular belief, y/n and I are just the best of friends and she deserves the world, more even, she deserves a whole-ass new universe. Which is something you can’t give her.”

Y/N stared at her best friend in awe. She had never seen this side of him but she couldn’t say she disliked it. In fact, there was this attractiveness about an overconfident Luke defending her against her ex-boyfriend. And reciting the words in her mind, she realized something she hadn’t seen before. Luke was in love with her and he’d tried to tell her so many times before, but she took it as harmless flirting.

Moreover, y/n realized she was in love with her best friend too.

“But you, Matthew McSomething,” y/n chuckled at Luke’s name dig at the Scottish boy, especially with the added bonus of an attempt at a Scottish accent, “You are too self-indulgent to even give her a fraction of a world. So, unless you can actually give her more than that, stay away from her…”

“Or what?” Matt snarled.

“I’ll put you on the bench for the rest of the season. And we all know you can only get the girls when you’re on the field, don’t we?”

Matt’s eyes widened at Luke’s words as the panic set in. Matthew McGregor was nothing on the bench. Even worse, he was less than nothing. On the bench, he’d get associated with Bruce Frederickson, coach’s nephew who was just there because he was family and not because he was actually good at football.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Luke murmured and then turned to the coach, who, too, had joined in the drama. “I think we can hit the showers now, can’t we, coach?” The tall man nodded his head slowly, unsure about what had just happened to his star player. He’d only ever got this confident on the field, never off. Even the coach knew that.

As all teams dispersed, y/n grabbed a hold of her favorite cheerleader’s arm, pulling her aside while Luke and Bobby walked away. They didn’t even notice y/n’s panicked rush.

“Lyds, I think I’m in love with my best friend,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide, her tone hurried and filled with panic. The strawberry blonde’s lips curled up into a grin as she patted her best friend’s hair.

“Oh, we know, sweetie…” she said, confusing y/n even more, “It’s about time you admitted it.” Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head as she anxiously played around with the friendship bracelet around Lydia’s wrist.

“I’ve been dreaming about my knight in shining armour since I was ten, Lyds. I never thought I would find it in my best friend. My best friend, Lydia!” The girl let out an endeared laugh as she tucked a flyaway behind the other girl’s ear.

“I know, sweetie.” Her hand landed on y/n’s cheek and her thumb gently swiped across the skin. “Now, go! Tell him!”

“Yeah! Right! Right!” she vigorously nodded her head, but she didn’t move a muscle.

“Y/N… You’re gonna have to move if you wanna go and talk to him.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, so she shut it again. “Right, yeah…” she swallowed a lump as the fear sank in. She had never had to tell her best friend she had feelings for him. All of this was new to her. How does one even confess that?

“Sweetie, you can do this, okay? Just follow your gut.” Lydia’s tone was stern, but it was exactly what y/n needed to hear. “Like how you don’t calculate your moves on the track, but you just go! Like Gail Devers!” The mention of y/n’s absolute favorite athlete made her look up.

“Gail Devers was actually very meticulous,” she corrected her best friend’s metaphor.

Lydia deadpanned, “Not the point, y/l/n.” She placed her hands on y/n’s shoulders and turned her around, pushing her towards the field. “Now go! Shoo!” She waved her hands in a dismissive manner, and after one more hurried look, y/n sprinted across the field. “Atta girl!” she heard Lydia yell before making her way into the school, through corridors until she reached the boy’s locker room where Bobby had just walked out of.

The boy glanced at her, and when he realized what she was there for, he nodded his head towards the closed door, giving her permission to go inside. He said, “He’s the last one in.”

Y/N kissed Bobby on the cheek before opening the door. She was met with the stench of sweat and deodorant, but it didn’t phase her. Not today. The girl was on a mission.

She weaved through the rows of lockers until she found him standing near a bench, zipping up his trusty black jeans, shirtless. Her eyes scanned his entire physique from head to to toe until she realized she was actually checking out her best friend in a way she hadn’t done before.

“Y/N?”

For a second, she tried to calculate her next move, but then decided to throw it all overboard, and instead marched up to him. She grabbed his face with both hands and brought him down to meet her lips. His breath hitched in his throat before melting into the kiss and bringing his hands up to her waist, pulling her closer into him.

“Give me that whole-ass universe,” she muttered as they pulled away to come up for air. Luke huffed, a relieved smile pulling at his lips. This was what he’d been dreaming of for so long; kissing her, holding her, cherishing her.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied before kissing her again. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages,” he added, his words disappearing into her mouth.

“Oh, I know.”

With the same words their friendship started, started a whole new chapter in their lives and their relationship. Everything would change now, but neither of them cared. They were granted a whole new universe.

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bktaro · 4 years ago

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seven-three (part 1)

pairing: nanami x f!reader

themes/rating: explicit, 18+, clubs, bars, masquerade parties

tw: (eventual) rough sex, drinking, sex clubs (will be updated when part 2 is released)

wc: 2.5k

ao3 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Nanami Kento had a hardened shell surrounding his personal life. Clocking out at five ‘o’clock on the dot every day, he left little to no room for others to get to know him better— leaving him as an unsolvable mystery amongst the office.

Likewise, you too aimed to clock out at five ‘o’ clock. You preferred routine during the workday, finding comfort in maintaining equilibrium and peace and wanting to do nothing more or nothing less than what was required of you.

Little did you know the two of you shared an interesting weekend hobby.

Your daily routine generally consisted of four simple tasks: waking up, working, eating/drinking and sleeping.

Truthfully, you didn’t mind what others might argue as the mundaneness of life under your routine. You preferred it, simply finding life under a routine like yours leading too little to no troubles. There would be no surprises and no shocks under this routine— you would simply just do what was expected of you, collect a paycheck, and go home, living each workday in a balanced equilibrium of serenity and peace.

However, of course there were inevitable bumps in the path you wanted to be nothing but flat and straightforward. Every once in a while there would be something that came up, disrupting the equilibrium and wreaking havoc into your preferred routine way of life.

Lately, the disruption had a name— Nanami Kento.

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It wasn’t as if Nanami forced and wedged himself to disrupt your routine. Instead, it was almost as if some higher divine figure was controlling and planning it all, fate landing him like a roadblock in your path.

You wouldn’t classify Nanami as a complete stranger in your life. Yet you wouldn’t say you had any sort of relationship with him other than being work colleagues. You more or less merely just knew of him— the dubbed ‘enigma’ of your office.

Your knowledge of Nanami was limited to the understanding he was a rather timid, quiet and reserved man. Despite his popularity in the office for his handsome looks accompanied by his cool and calm demeanour, he kept to himself for the most part, choosing to opt out of things like office politics, gossip and drama, never attending optional after work events such as dinners or drinks.

In a way, he reminded you much of yourself. Work was strictly just a place to remain polished and professional, not to be mixed with pleasure or fun.

For you, pleasure and fun existed every Saturday night, in an underground yet upscale club tucked away in the heart of the city. Shedding your usual sleek and polished weekday appearance, for an evening every week you indulged yourself in what others may argue to be activities ridden with sin.

On the exterior, the club seemed to be no different than any other nightclub. Bars, booths, dance floors were all present— it was what was behind a certain doorway that made this space different from others.

To promote anonymity, the club required its patrons to wear masquerade masks throughout the entire time in the vicinity, and all attendees had to refer to one another through their aliases, forbidding the exchange of any detailed personal information. The club was exclusive through invitation only and had just one main purpose: engaging in whatever kind of sex you wanted with any other consenting partner(s) for the night— no strings attached, and parting ways before sunrise.

For as long as you began your weekend hobby, you have never encountered the situation you were currently in. The situation should have been considered one of the worst possible outcomes given the scenario— yet a part of you felt enticed, a rush of adrenaline washing over you signified through the increased beating of your heart pounding in your chest.

After all, what could be more dreadful yet alluring than seeing the sexiest man in your office at your weekly sex club?

It wasn’t Nanami’s fault at all you instantly recognized him. His mask, half black and half white parting down the middle concealed his face well enough, leaving openings at only the areas of his mouth and eyes. If you hadn’t studied those features eight hours a day for forty hours a week at the office, you probably wouldn’t have been able to connect the dots that those features belonged to one of your many colleagues.

But you knew it was him. There was no doubt in your mind it wasn’t. He was incredibly easy on the eyes in the office, your eyes darting towards his desk almost by instinct whenever you had the chance. You wouldn’t necessarily say you suppressed any harbouring feelings of romance for him or anything like that, it was more that you would let your mind wonder, wondering how his plush lips would feel, how his clearly toned body looked under his clothes, and even how he tasted.

Yet now that the opportunity to find an answer to all your questions was so close you could quite literally almost taste him, you stood frozen. All you could do was lean against the bar and watch his figure head over to the free bartender beside you momentarily, before shifting gazes and eyeing the familiar man that had accompanied him approach you.

“There she is— the sexiest girl in the whole world.”

Tall, toned, and ridiculously confident yet sexy, a familiar figure waves your way. He had let his name slip to you before in a drunken request to call him ‘Gojo Sensei’ in a previous rendezvous, but you still opted to call him by his alias in the club most other times, Sensei.

He was most notably known to wear a black blindfold wrapped around the upper part of his entire face instead of a mask. A peculiar and uncommon choice to the view of most, yet to the surprise of all not hindering his abilities in the slightest, mentioning previously his senses to his surroundings were extremely sharp and developed as a result of whatever his line of work was. And one night with him was more than enough for you to believe it— Gojo was more than skilled with pleasuring your body despite not even having a clear view of it in front of him.

“You always know how to flatter me, don’t you Sensei?” Your voice comes out more confident than you expect, and you think it’s the aid of the alcohol courage creeping in, or the smooth and soothing voice belonging to Gojo that indirectly pets down your nerves.

He places a hand just on the side of your hip, gently moving past you to call the attention of the bartender with his other free hand. The bartender simply nods his head in acknowledgement, no further explanation required for the regular drink Gojo ordered every weekend. His drink of choice is not a difficult request, merely a glass of ice topped with a swig of patron and is in his hands in no time, focusing his attention back on you.

“You’re a hard one not to flatter. It just comes so easily for my favourite baby girl that always treats me so well.”

“Favourite baby girl, hm?” You raise an eyebrow under your mask, the corner of your lips curving into a small grin. “You don’t have to beat around the bush, Sensei. Just ask and we’ll waste no more time— you know you’re a hard one to say no to for me.”

He lets out a deep chuckle, the whites of his teeth peeking momentarily as a result. The touch of his hand on your hip turns into the gentle tracing of fingertips up the side of your body, sending a small tingle down your spine.

“Such tempting words… and body.” His gaze follows his fingers, tracing the curves of your body with his eyes momentarily before he shuts them close, pulling his hands away and taking a deep breath of composure to shake his imagination off. “But I’m here to ask you, Fairy, for a particular wish tonight instead.”

“A wish?”

You’re intrigued. He’s definitely asked favours or wishes as the fellow club goers would call it when it came to you, going under the name ‘Fairy’ inspired by the pastel-colored wing shaped mask you wore. Yet, they were usually sexual wishes behind closed doors— this was the first time he was requesting something fully clothed.

And you suspect it has something to do with the blond man, joining your party once more with a drink now in hand.

“As you know, I’m quite the selfless man.” He begins, propping his elbow up on the blond man's shoulder. “Tonight, I’m helping a good friend instead. Fairy, this is Seven-Three, and Seven-Three, this is Fairy.”

You hesitate for a split second, questioning your next course of action. You had definitely taken notice of so called Seven-Three’s true identity in no time at all— but has he noticed yours? You feel an instant rush of sudden internal panic at the thought of being exposed, your scandalous weekend hobby tainting and bleeding into your normal, daily life.

However, the panic vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared, Nanami extending his hand out towards you with a tiny smile curved upon his lips.

“Pleasure is mine to finally meet you, Fairy. Sensei had so much to say about you.”

Mimicking his movement, you grab onto his hand with yours, expecting him to shake your hand with his. Instead, he shifts his hands to grip the tips of your fingers, bringing them towards his lips and leaving a soft kiss against your knuckles.

Your eyes widen, briefly frozen in shock at the scene in front of you. By no means was the action itself shocking enough to throw you off guard, it was who was doing the action. You would have never suspected in a lifetime you would see the same Nanami Kento, normally slumped back on his chair with the same nonchalant expression on his face to be behaving the way he was in front of you— confident, flirty and sexy.

But you had no complaints. You were loving this version of him, something riling and bubbling up inside of you the more you got to know of this Nanami.

“Good things, I hope.” You shoot him a small wink when his eyes flicker upwards to meet yours.

“Baby girl, when it comes to you I only have good things to say.” Gojo cuts in, causing Nanami to release your hand and stand back upright. “It’s partially why I’m here to request something specifically from you.”

“And what would that be?”

“You see, my dear friend here has been just so stressed out lately. And as the selfless friend I am, I couldn’t just bear to see my friend suffer like this.”

He brings a finger up to his chin, tapping against it physically expressing his train of thought.

“So, I thought about it long and hard— how could I help my dearest friend out to alleviate some of his troubles? Then boom… the best idea came to me.”

He snaps his fingers in the air, before turning his finger towards you.

“You, sweetheart. The perfect stress relief.”

You can’t help but let out a scoff, forcing yourself to hold back your laughter at his exaggerated explanation.

“Me, huh?”

“Precisely.”

“And this relates to this wish of yours?” You take a sip of the drink in your hand, the flavour sweet yet potent in the taste of alcohol. “What, you boys want to have a threesome or something tonight?”

Gojo lets out a whistle at the thought, and both men feel the constriction in their pants tighten just the slightest at your suggestive words. Gojo makes a mental note to take up your offer next time; he would be a crazy man to let such an opportunity slip through his fingers.

“That’s definitely now one of my life wishes. Rain check on that.” Gojo gives you his notorious cheeky grin, before turning his back towards you and resting his hands on top of Nanami’s shoulder. “I got to get going, but I’ll let this guy explain the rest.”

Gojo leaves the two of you, giving you one last single wave before disappearing into the crowd.

“Aright.” You cross your arms around your chest, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Now enlighten me, will you?”

“Let me ask you a question first.” Nanami gives you a small, impish grin. “What do you think my nickname means?”

His nickname? Truthfully when you heard the words Seven-Three, there was one instant thought that popped up into your head. A certain measurement for a certain body part that would be highly relevant in the current circumstances.

“...your dick size? Seven inches tall and three inches in girth?”

Nanami chuckles, his voice deep and rich ringing throughout your ears despite the loud music of the club behind you. He leans his body forward, trapping your body in between his two arms and your back leaning against the bar.

“Sensei was right, you’re so cute. If that was the reason behind my nickname, then my nickname would be Eleven-Six instead.”

Eleven? Eleven. You gulp, your mouth watering and licking your lips subconsciously at the thought.

“Let me explain for you then, cutie.” Nanami leans closer to your face, a hand sliding down the side of your body until it rests just on the bone at your hip. “It’s simple, really. I do want to ease my stress, but I also have a record that Sensei says you’re the perfect person to help me beat it.”

“You think I am?”

“Well, I won’t of course make you do anything you don’t want to do.” His finger finds its way under your chin, tilting your head upwards to look him directly in the eye. “But if you’re up for it, I think you’d be a great fit in making my wish come true to beat my record.”

“I’ll be the judge of that— let’s hear it.”

He tilts your chin to the side, gaining access to whisper into your ear instead. You shiver at the sensation, both in excitement and nervousness for what he’s about to say next.

“The seven in my name is for the record of how many times I’ve made a woman cum in one night. The three is for the three holes I’ll fill up with cum.”

There’s a lingering silence in the air, now thick between the two of you when he pulls back, staring back at your face to see any sort of expression in reaction to his words. It’s difficult to see with the mask on your face, and for a moment he wonders if perhaps he’s gone too far.

But those worries fly out the window nearly instantly. Nanami breaks into a grin when he sees the corner of your lips perk upward into a toothy, mischievous smirk.

You respected him immensely for still being considerate of your boundaries and asking for your consent, but you also thought it was silly for him to even think there would be a possibility of hesitation when it came to a request coming from someone like him. You truthfully weren’t sure what to expect, but you were quite open to a lot of different things when it came to sex. Frankly, the nastier, rougher, lewder the sex was— you thought the better. And his request to essentially make you cum at least eight times and fill you up was just right up your ally.

But really, what other answer did he expect coming from you whose weekend hobby was a sex club anyway?

“Congratulations, Seven-Three.” Your fingers grasp the hem of his shirt, scrunching the fabric and bringing his body closer to yours. “You’ve met your greatest match, and I’ll do my best to grant you this wish.”

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imasimpforshanks · 4 years ago

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can i request the angst alphabet with zoro?

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Angst Alphabet - Roronoa Zoro

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A-Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

He may not blame himself entirely if you were to die in an accident. But Zoro would think himself weak. How could he possibly become the words greatest swordsman if he can’t even protect his s/o.

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

Before breaking up with you Zoro would start to distance himself a little to try and make it easier on the both of you for when he does break up with you. Other than that, he is likely to just come right out and say exactly what he wants to say. He’s brutally honest and straightforward so he won’t try to sugar coat anything or beat around the bush.

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

Zoro does this horrible thing where he likes to overwork himself to the point of exhaustion. No matter how many times you tell him to stop and express your concerns for his health, he just doesn’t listen. It hurts seeing the man you love more than anything exhausting himself.

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

Speaking of overworking, after your death he works himself harder than he ever has before. Day in, day out he’s training. He trains every possible minute to distract himself from your death and make himself stronger to ensure he never loses a loved one ever again.

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

Being openly vulnerable is something Zoro doesn’t like to do. He really only shows his vulnerable side with his s/o and even then, it took him a really long time to do it.

F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)

Very rarely do your fights get serious. Your fights are often just light-hearted teases and jokes towards one another. Where its always followed by laughter or eye rolls.

If your fight was to get serious, it would result in a lot of yelling at one another and with Zoros blunt personality, a lot of hurtful words (which he ALWAYS apologizes for in the end).

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

The events of Sabaody weigh heavily on Zoro’s mind. He was the first one to get sent away by Kuma, so feels as though he failed not only his captain, but the whole crew as well. He wasn’t there to protect them, to help them. Instead, he was a complete failure. And, because of his weakness his captain had to fight and suffer alone.

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

During a break-up Zoro does what he would in any other situation: workout. He keeps himself occupied by working out, and actually he drinks a little bit more than usual too. It could even get to the point where the rest of the crew feels as though they need to step in.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?).

He turns dark. Basically, a demon in human form. Moves you from wherever you are so that you’re out of the way of more danger AND THEN HE TIES HIS BANDANA ROUND HIS HEAD BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS SERIOUS.

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

Its ridiculously obvious when this swordsman is jealous. He gets super grumpy and tries to intimidate the other person. He’ll stand right behind you and honestly, that’s intimidating enough on its own. But, if the other person doesn’t get the hint he’ll place his hand, ever so casually, on his swords.

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Ever since joining the Straw Hats, Zoro doesn’t kill others (its not something Luffy wants his nakama to do, so Zoro doesn’t do it). However, that mindset goes straight out the window depending on who he’s taking revenge for (i.e if it’s for his s/o).

Most of the time Zoro just leaves them wishing they were dead. (this seems to be a common thing amongst One Piece characters).

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

I would actually say losing some of his pride. Zoro is a poud man, who refuses to lower his head to anyone. However, after receiving the message from Luffy to train and meet up again in two years, Zoro knew he had to lower his and beg Mihawk for his guidance. It was definitely a hit on his pride, but, honestly… He doesn’t regret that one bit – anything for his captain.

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?).

During one of the few big fights you guys have had things got really heated and the fight ended up getting so off topic. Insults and mean words were being thrown out left and right. Zoro got so caught up in it all that he said something that targeted one of your deepest insecurities. He knew he had screwed up so badly when you walked away without even saying anything.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?).

He doesn’t often get nightmares, but when he does they tend to be about Sabaody and when the crew got separated from one another (or really any other incident where he was unable to help properly). After he wakes up, he gets straight out of bed and starts working out – determined to make sure nothing like that ever happens again.

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

Zoro doesn’t get mad at you for much, mainly if you pay any attention to that shitty cook, like seriously, he doesn’t understand why you have to give Sanji any attention when Zoro is literally your boyfriend….

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

Even though you never found out exactly what happened on Thriller Bark (its something Zoro refuses to tell even you), it made you realize that you need to step up and not rely on Zoro so much because although he may act like it, he’s not actually indestructible.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?).

(SORRY I FEEL LIKE I’M BEING VERY REPETITIVE HERE AH BUT YEAH…) He never allows himself to heal from an injury properly. He always starts training immediately despite Chopper’s best attempts to stop him.

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around)).

If you were to reject his confession, he’d probably try to justify it to himself by saying “yeah actually it’s probably better this way. I don’t need anymore distractions in life.” But, he would definitely be a little down in the dumps about it. He made himself vulnerable for this and it didn’t work the way he wanted.

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

Zoro has many scars. The scar over his left eye was a result of his two years of training with Mihawk, though no one knows the exact cause of it – only that it appeared during those two years. Zoro also has a scar on his chest from his very first encounter with Mihawk. He may also have scars on his ankles from the time he tried to chop of his own legs on Little Garden (I can’t recall if these are actually scars or if they healed completely).

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?).

This answer is short and sweet: No. Never. Not even in his wildest of dreams. Loyalty is basically Zoro’s entire character. He would never violate your trust. If he did… well Zoro, wouldn’t be Zoro anymore. (only thing he’s done that comes close is keep you from finding out what really happened to him on Thriller Bark).

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

Honestly, he is probably one of the few who are able to cope with missing you the longest. He still wants to see you of course – your presence is reassuring, so he definitely prefers when you are around – but he can handle not seeing you for a while by focusing on the task at hand and just remembering that this separation isn’t permanent.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?).

Similar to what I’ve said before, he says some really harsh things. He has always been blunt and straightforward, but when he’s lashing out at you he tends to make things a little more personal.

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?).

Zoro hates losing. Not because he’s competitive or anything but because losing makes him feel weak. Whenever he loses he feels so far away from his goal. To make up for this he works out. He trains and trains and trains until he can no longer move. He will keep going until he never loses another fight.

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

Obviously, he shows his hate of Sanji very frequently. The two pirates are constantly arguing and at one anothers throat.

But another thing he hates is people getting in the way of his dream. He agreed to join Luffy so long as he didn’t get in the way of his dream – and if luffy were to get in the way Zoro made him promise to commit seppuku (although whether or not I think Zoro would actually make him do that anymore is a different thing that I could go on about for a while so imma stop there…).

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

Zoro wants to be the world’s greatest/strongest swordsman. It’s not currently a title he can have, however, day-by-day he is getting just that much closer.

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

I don’t think a lot is said or done by Zoro in your final moments. He probably whispers a few thank you’s and I’m sorry’s. He won’t mourn properly until he’s completely alone.

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ahkaahshi · 4 years ago

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our place [fushiguro megumi x reader]

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn reader

genre: fluff with sprinkles of moments that might make your heart go :’)

warning(s): n/a

word count: 1.7k

overview: you’re not particularly fond of mornings, but you think you could grow to love them if you spent every one of them with megumi

Through bleary eyes threatening to take shelter behind the comforting darkness of your own eyelids and give in to the fatigue weighing heavily in your body, you watch your feet lazily trudge through dewy grass that wets your shoes. Your palms are warm from the fresh cup of coffee you’re nursing, but your knuckles are slightly numb from the brisk air your clothing’s barely able to fend off. There’s a deafening silence in the air aside from the crunching of grass beneath four sets of feet—two of which are a set of four paws—and you ponder the oxymoron that the absence of sound somehow seems louder.

Your foot catching on the root of a large tree when your eyelids flutter shut for a moment brings you to attention and your boyfriend’s hand to your arm. It’s as if he knew in that moment you would stumble, but you figure the connection isn’t hard to make, given you’re a night owl being taken out of a warm nest for an unexpected flight in the cold, early hours of the morning. Your eyes meet for a moment, a subtle flash of gratitude in yours that he acknowledges with a nod before the two of you continue your trek through the forest.

“Megumi,” you sigh, “how is it I’ve downed half this cup of coffee and still don’t feel a thing yet?”

He shrugs. “Maybe because it’s decaf.”

His words have your jaw slackening and a small scoff of disbelief leaving your throat. The way he looks at you over his shoulder, a twinkle of mischief in his deep blue eyes that reflect what little light there is, shows he’s expecting the reaction you give him. “I trusted you.”

“Then why are you so shocked?” he asks, “I didn’t give you caffeine so you wouldn’t be too energized to nap again before classes start.”

Though you’ve felt too tired to show any emotion since you’d been awakened by the man walking by your side, you can’t help but smile and chuckle in response. “Fine. I’ll let it pass since it’s actually considerate of you—even if it’s in an indirect way. I’ll just make my students read or do something quiet while I wait for the caffeine from the next cup of coffee I make to kick in.”

“I’m sure they’ll love that.”

“I really hope you got me out of bed for a reason other than to frown upon my teaching methods.”

Megumi’s lips curl into a small smile and you swear he seems to glow just a bit amongst the silhouettes of the tall trees surrounding you, their branches heavy with leaves and moisture. His happiness is like a breath of fresh air filling your lungs; so much so that you’re reminded to take another deep one in an attempt at keeping yourself awake. His divine dogs—one a shock of white and the other seemingly its shadow—draw your attention when they approach him with a large branch in their mouths they’ve taken a shining to during your walk, and that he launches off into the forest for them to chase down again.

Something about the moment seems so surreal. Maybe it’s because the times the two of you get to spend together in peace outside of your home seem to be so few and far between, or maybe it’s because you normally scoff at the idea of being up and active before the sun rises. But, whatever it is, it creates an undeniable warmth in your chest that prompts you to push away any thoughts of yearning for the coziness of your bed, and reach out towards your partner instead.

“Try not to trip again, alright?” he murmurs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his joggers while you slot an arm between one of his and his torso, “I actually like this sweater and would prefer not to get coffee on it.”

“But it’s decaf!”

His lips pause in their action of forming a rebuttal presumably about how his sweater would stain, regardless of the presence of caffeine, and he simply shakes his head with a sigh upon realizing you’re joking.

The same silence that had once filled the crisp air returns, only interrupted by paws pounding the damp earth, but it feels more peaceful now. It’s calming, given the normally hectic lives you and your boyfriend lead as special grade sorcerers and teachers, and very much appreciated. Megumi’s pace is a bit slower and more relaxed than usual, as if he wants to stay immersed in the quietude with you and his dogs at his side. But you know he has a destination in mind with the definitive nature of his steps.

At the top of a hill whose grassy slopes had been decorated with worn stone steps that would indicate many a visitor had travelled up them, sits a stone bench you’ve never seen before. And, in front of it, a clearing where the leafy spires part just enough for you to see the small flicker of light burning at the edge of the horizon decorated with the distant buildings of Tokyo’s bustling cityscape. Your eyes remain fixated on the gentle colors the sun’s impending arrival starts painting across the dark canvas the sky provides as Megumi leads you over towards the bench so you can take a seat and bear witness to nature’s awakening.

You find yourself lost in it for what feels to be a long stretch of time until his voice brings your gaze to him instead. “Well, this is where I go.” The eyebrow you raise at his statement provided without any context coaxes him to elaborate, “You know, on those mornings I leave for a bit and come back, and you ask me where I went? This is where I go.” His long fingers card through the furry coats of his dogs where they sit on the grass between you.

Nodding slowly, you take another sip of the drink in your hand. “So, why’d you decide to take me here, considering it’s probably the only place where you can get away from the madness of everything?”

As the sun ascends skyward at what feels to be a faster pace than expected, you notice the most beautiful pools of cerulean form in his eyes more brilliant than you think you’ve ever seen them before. His hand finds yours, and your fingers intertwine. “Because I wanted you to be here with me.” There’s a pause, and his gaze shifts away from the sunrise to meet with yours instead. It’s an action that unwittingly reaffirms your importance given the beauty of the scene ahead. “I wanted it to be us here instead of just me.”

Gently, you squeeze his hand, relishing in the comfort of his touch that always brings a smile to your face. “So, what are you saying? That you think I’m actually gonna change my sleep schedule entirely just for you?” is your teasing reply.

“No,” he sighs, narrowing his eyes at your jest, “but maybe every now and then, we could go to sleep at a decent time so we can come here and watch the sunrise.”

Moving your face closer to his shortens the gap between your lips, but you stop before they can meet to answer, “We can do that.” Oftentimes, you find that Megumi’s straightforward manner of speaking doesn’t always match the true intensity of his emotions, but his kisses never betray how he’s feeling. They’re soft and tender, as if his intentions are to give you a few pecks and nothing more, but he’s always quick to chase your lips when they separate from his, even for a moment.

When your eyes flutter open once more, you watch his flit back and forth between each of yours in miniscule movements before pecking his cheek and resting your head on his shoulder. A long expanse of peaceful quietude follows, save for the chirping of newly awakened birds and the secretive whispers of the breeze through the trees.

“Do you think this could be our place?”

The sound of his deep voice reverberating in his chest sends subtle vibrations through your head, and his words bring small prickles of heat to your cheeks. “You want it to be?” A wet nose brushes against your unoccupied fingertips, guiding your hand onto a fuzzy, black snout that you give an affectionate rub.

Megumi nods and his cheek comes to rest against the crown of your head. “Yeah,” he answers, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

“Better make sure none of your nosy students ever find out you’re coming up here, then,” is your warning delivered with a chuckle.

“They’re so desperate to be done with classes for the day that I doubt they’ll want to spend their free time tailing their teacher. Your students are the nosy ones, wanting to follow you on social media, or whatever.”

Each of your laughs permeate the cool air slowly becoming warmer with the sun’s expanding reach—from which you take shelter by burying your face in his neck.

“Megumi?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we just… stay here for a bit?”

You feel his arm move as he checks his phone. “Classes start in an hour.”

“Just a little bit longer?”

A notification appears on his screen, but he turns it off and tucks the device back into his pocket. “Sure,” he murmurs into your hair before pecking your temple.

He says it so nonchalantly, but you know he’s hoping whatever time he’s set in his head to leave doesn’t arrive for an eternity. Because it’s the same hope that settles deeply into your heart as the two of you hold onto one another and watch waves of light slowly wash over the dark sky, doing everything you can to cherish your company rather than agonize over the moment when you’ll have to let go.

In an exhale that tickles your skin, Megumi hums, “I’m glad you came here with me.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fran writes jjk!!

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Bedroom Blues | Luke Hemmings

A/N; I hope you like it, and that it’s angsty enough. I’m not too great at writing smut, but I took more time with this imagine, and I felt quite inspired with it. Feedback would be appreciated for any improvements, thankyou for the request and please enjoy (Sorry if the smut’s bad!) - M x

Warnings; includes smut, angst, mentions and complications of miscarriage, cheating, mentions of drug use, drinking, swearing, choking, toxic relationship, spit

Uttering a single word was unsettling, there was an edge driven between you and Luke, a bump in the road that you feared that the pair of you were unable to cross. He had distanced himself, pouring his emotions into his music rather than expressing them to you.

It hurt, that he pushed you away, telling you to focus on yourself when all that you could mull your mind over was his state of self and all that you had lost. You needed him, it would never be a cure for the pain in your chest, but even so much as a word would have dimmed the heartbreak.

But he was ‘busy’ as he put it. He remained at the studio as you sat on the bottom of the cold bed, the sheets made and pillows perfectly shaped. No one had slept in it in days, you’d opt for the sofa and he anywhere far enough away.

Sometimes, he’d even crash at Cal’s, leaving you in the company of Petunia, who always tried to make you feel better, bless her little heart. But there was another suspicion arising in your welded brain.

It was not a puzzle to put the pieces together, the clues were straightforward. He was slowly losing himself, and by doing so, also you.

Whenever you had the chance to see him, there was a cheap stench of perfume that waded around him, giving you hints about his altered aura. The scent was new to you, nothing you owned smelt like chemicalised fuchsias and indigos.

It could only belong to another woman, the one who left red marks upon the collars of his white shirts that he ignored, allowing you to wash them when you extracted them from the laundry basket.

He sat at his desk, phone in hand as he spoke frustratedly to his manager. Feldy was unimpressed by the things that the musician that he bought with his money, it wasn’t legal and if it were to escape to the public’s eye, he’d be cancelled.

Drugs was not the only consumption that he tolerated to ease his childless suffering, he endeavoured out to puns, with new friends that the boys hadn’t even met.

They seemed sleazy, and were accountably not a good influence upon him. As you leant against the doorframe, you tentatively listened to Luke cuss at the man of his label, him oblivious to your presence.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, I have a reasonable excuse. My child died, before he was even born, I have to cope somehow! So before you let your criticisms slip through your barking lips, consider how you would feel if you were in my position!”

Luke gave the man no time to reply, he hung up, sliding his phone across the table, it hitting the stapler that was sat on the hardwood surface.

He was hurting, he was trying to tolerate the pain, but he was not going about it the right way. As he attempted to get through this tough time, he was hurting everyone that he claimed to love, including you.

“You can’t keep using our son’s passing as an excuse.” It was his answer to everything, the penance that he guarded himself with.

At the sound of your voice, he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand, sick and tired of it all. There was never a moment to waste, he had realised that. Life was about living, something that his child never got to experience. He was making up for the future that he didn’t reach.

“Don’t hassle me woman, you don’t understand.” It was as though he was oblivious to how you felt, focusing on yourself wouldn’t have made his words burn any less.

However painful the strike of the match was, it also made you angry. The way he had the audacity to speak to you like it, as though he were blaming its body for the error that it had gone through.

“Fuck you!” It leapt from your mouth far more aggressively than you intended, but you didn’t regret the exclamation. It was a blessing, that your voice box had the courage to speak the pickings of your mind. “I understand more than you could ever know, you think you’re in pain. Perhaps you should take some time to think, sit and remember the life that we were going to have. Because whilst your out partying, fucking other women and being blind to the fact that you’re pushing everyone that cares away, it makes me think that it’s a good job that our baby wasn’t brought into the world. You’re not exactly father material.”

Luke threw himself from his spinning chair, clasping his hands around (Y/N)’s neck, holding your furious body against the wall. He sneered at the sight of her, for the first time in two months, looking into her eyes. She had insulted him, he wasn’t in the right headspace for that.

“Take it back.” He sternly ordered her, squeezing tighter around her throat. Her silence infuriated him further, and so the tall blond man pried again, leaning in closer to her face. “Take it fucking back you - you... Please take it back (Y/N).”

He broke, but (Y/N) wasn’t ready to cave for him so easily, even as he kept a hold around her. Instead she pursed her lips, forming a ball of saliva in her mouth and spitting it straight in his face.

It landed upon his left eyebrow, wallowing further down as he frowned at her crudeness. Finally, he realised his girlfriend, stepping back, shaking his curls at the sight of her. She disgusted him, she had no right to treat him that way when he was in so much pain. You weren’t helping him cope, you were only making it harder.

“I can’t lie to you like that Luke.” Your voice was softer, however your cheeks hollowed at the crumbled sight of him. He had sunk to the ground, he was on his knees, his head hung low.

“I’ve really fucked up, haven’t I?” He didn’t need an answer, not when he was already too aware of his own mistakes. There was no redemption, no do overs. No way to revive his son.

Although he had hurt you in ways in which you’d never forgive him for, it drummed an ache in your chest to see Luke like this. The worst part was that through all of his fuck ups and downs, you still loved him.

He was all you had left, you had lost everything else. It made you think that it hadn’t been the right time, or right at all for you and Luke to have a child together. The creation and its demise had split the two of you apart, there was no coming back from that.

But you were both here, on the floor of his studio, and so you got on your knees before him, cupping his downturned face and turning it up to look at your own. He appreciated the warmth that your hands provided, he had missed them, as well as the rest of you that accompanied them.

“That’s one way to put it.” Licking your lips at the dryness that had masked them, Luke watched the action. It was ordinary, as did your relationship to the media. But that things that they did not know was that the string between the pair of you was torn, it was getting old and would soon fall through.

There was still a single spark left, he felt it surpass the contact he had with your skin. Instinctively he rotated his head in your palm, pressing his lips against the smooth skin, placing delicate, harmless kisses upon the skin.

It surprised you, however you allowed him to continue his path, that trailed up the expanse of your arm, across your shoulder, up the hollow of your neck, until he arrived at your lips. They were so familiar, yet he was so estranged from them.

The appearance of them upheld that of an old friend, they had changed, grown away from their friendship and moved on. This was a chance to reconnect, even if it be for only a moment, and so Luke greeted them with the pressing of his own lips, feeling the remainder of passion left.

He would always love you, you’d been the mother of his child, his rock. And thinking of that had you reciprocating the action, opening your mouth and inclining him a taste inside.

His hands ran down the silhouette of your body, feeling every curve and inch for what felt like the last time. And it probably would be, and so he intended to make the most of it, leave with a regretless finale.

Your hands attacked his hair, tugging at the roots, making the man before you groan at the contact. “Bedroom.” You mumbled against his bittersweet lips.

The pair of you stood, and the tall guitarist hoisted you into his arms, walking through the halls that the pair of you shared.

There were so many ghosts wandering the house, it was eerie, nostalgic. He’d remembered when the pair of you had first scoped out this place through an estate agent. It had felt like home, but now it had the aura of a blue sea; polluted and slowly emptying of all life.

He took careful steps up to stairs, as insurance that he wouldn’t drop your body from his amorous grasp, or that he wouldn’t slip somewhere he couldn’t see.

The two of you were already emotionally fragile, it didn’t need to transfer to its physical cousin. And so he proceeded his route, pushing the bedroom door open with his shoulder, not bothering to close it in his wake.

Lightly he tossed you onto the neat and unused bed, causing a crease to form in the material, but it didn’t matter. Not as he stripped himself of his white silk shirt that had an opening at his chest, tossing it onto the floor.

His stomach was heaving as he got caught in the moment, watching you expectedly as he tugged on the end of your own shirt. It had been a maternity shirt, one that you had bought in consideration for later in the course of your pregnancy. At last, it was getting some use, but Luke would have preferred if it received less of that.

Removing the article washed away any link that your body showed of a prior pregnancy, momentarily it discarded the memories of the change your body had been due; stretchmarks, swollen feet, a craving for the strangest of digestible combinations.

One reminder remained though. It was Luke, who crawled upon the king sized bed, sliding atop of you and trailing his fingertips down the lines of your bra straps, carefully sliding them down your arms, so that the covering merely stayed on by the back portion.

“Is this okay? I don’t want you to regret it.” He had his own, he know how it ate away at his soul, piece by piece. There was no worse feeling, he didn’t want you to experience the same.

A loose lipped smile came across your face, he was being considerate. It was more than he had been since the miscarriage, then he had resembled a shadow whenever he chose to return home. He was hardly visible, and if you saw him, nothing was uttered, it was just a bleak darkness underneath the sun’s scoping rays that explored through the open blinds.

“I’m okay with it.” With your consent in hand, Luke shuffled atop of you, grinding his half hardness against the cotton shorts that protected the disabled birthing centre that you had been the entrance to this entire ordeal.

Shivering at the feeling, you released a small moan, which further spurred on the man. “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” He sat upon his knees, digging them into the mattress as he made easy work of his belt, sliding it through the loops and throwing it aside.

Next were his trousers, and as he removed them and his undergarments, you quickly mirrored his actions, leaving both of you naked, aside from the comfortable bra that you were cooped in.

It didn’t matter if a part of you was shielded, Luke was ready to get down to business and make the most of this last night. But before he could position his tip at your slit, one of your hands softly pushed him back, although he remained hovering above your ample body.

“Condom.” You told him, you not wanting to risk another pregnancy. At the word, Luke’s eyes widened, as though it was flashing him back to the night that the pair of you had forwent using one. It had ended in a miracle, that over time, transformed into the worse curse imaginable to mankind.

Luke reached over to the bedside draw, extracting a single packet and delicately ripping it open, taking out the form of protection. He held it in his hand, rolling it upon himself from tip to base. And then all was ready for him to proceed.

Hooking one of your legs around his waist, he pushed into you, which emitted a gasp from both the involved. It felt almost foreign, like a one night stand. It had been a while since such a natural presentation of affection had dawned in this room, or anywhere in this house.

The angle gave him a deeper point to hit you at, and he took full advantage of that. His pace had began slow, but it increased as your hands traced undecipherable shapes upon his nude back, knowing that in this minute, everything went away.

All the pain was gone. The distance was nowhere to be found, it had been crushed by the closeness that your bodies now emitted. It was all replaced by pleasure, the exotic feeling flowed in flushed lines through your skins, and out of the sinful sounds that emitted from your mouths.

Biting lightly into his shoulder, it made the singer groan, it sounded almost musical. It brought you back to the days when he would sing lightly whilst making breakfast together in the mornings, that was in the old apartment, before you had risked such a great commitment into buying somewhere as a couple.

He didn’t fault in his languid strokes, they weren’t fast or slow; they were the perfect in between. However he was going deep, reaching far into your cunt, which was clenching over and over again around his impressive girth.

“Do that again baby.” The name made the pair of you freeze, staring solely into each other’s eyes as the train stopped on the tracks once more. “Shit, fuck, sorry.”

It pained him too, but there was no other thing that didn’t mean stopping other than pushing through the sensitive clause. And so you dragged his face to your own, allowing him to entangle your lips, clenching around him with your inner walls as he had asked.

“Oh god.” You moaned as he had rammed further inside of your core, he sped up at the sound of your approval. He was driving you closer to the edge, and so were the noises of your bodies battling against each other. The entire ordeal was euphoric, you couldn’t help but let go.

Luke noticed that you had came, and from realising that alone, followed shortly after your bust. And then it was the prompt, the realisation that this was the end, there’d be no more love, no more sex, only ghosts trailing through your brain.

The fact was depressing, but it was healthier for everyone involved, Perhaps one day, you’d return for each other, but first you and Luke would both have to heal from the scarring, separately.

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trashytoastboi · 4 years ago

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Hey! It's me again. Can I request modern au small scenarios of Law x fem! S/O?

A bit while ago she saw Smash Bros ultimate for switch and was like "oh cool" She bought it and play excitedly on switch. She thought maybe want to Law to play but he's mostly busy doctor and he need some relaxing and having fun. So she text to him this prompt "Hey Law if you're done with work, do you want to smash?" She was too excited so she types like that. She has couples times talking about that game so she thinks Law knows that. but, she didn't know when Law reads that he thinks..... Something else *wiggle eyebrows* Anyway he types back that he will surely do. When he comes home he sees (name) playing smash bros (well actually he doesn't know that.) So he does what seductive to her. But she's like w-what are you doing? She said. And he's like you have said you want to smash, right? And after couple silent seconds later she realizes what he meant. I didn't mean that smash! I mean smash bros! She said while pointing at the tv screen and said smash bros ultimate. Law is like what? 😂And she said what I have typed I mean the game. Oh poor Law. The rest you can decide. Have a nice day. And take your time.

Heyya!🥜🍀 absolutely love this request and hope you enjoy~

(Female pronouns)

Scenario: Modern AU! Law x F! S/O - Want to Smash?

Warning: Implied/Hinting NSFW 🍓

Word count: 1, 115 words

🍄Trafalgar Law🍄

{Name} always got excited with new games, often she would just play them over and over until she was a bit over the initial craze and most of the times she would rope Law in to play a bit with her as well. Of course, Law being Law he showed no mercy even to his partner and never hesitated to absolutely dominate a match. This contributed to {Name} being quite excited when she finally got her hands on Smash Bros Ultimate and was looking forward to playing with Law, though at the moment that proved a bit difficult seeing that he was insanely busy at work.

{Name} was playing Smash Bros and a very exhausted Law came plodding into their room. Dropping like dead weight onto the bed before scooting up into a position where he was sleeping in {Name's} lap. When the moment allowed she would run her fingers through his hair listening to all of his little one word responses. She babbled a bit about the game, absentmindedly until she heard the soft snores coming from Law, realizing he'd fallen asleep.

Seeing that Law had been so busy with working lately, especially those horrible double shifts that left him no time for sleeping and without much of a break, {Name} thought it may have been a good change of pace. When he isn't busy, she though after a bit of rest maybe the two of them could play some games together and hopefully in the process it helps to destress him a bit. The game snags on its loading screen and she is quick to take the opportunity to send him a message

"Hey Law, if you're done with work, do you want to smash?"

{Name} typed it quickly and hit send without even checking the message twice. Considering how much she had been playing and talking about the game she automatically assumed Law would know which game she is referring to.

Law took a seat, feeling a slight ache over his body as he placed his cup of coffee on the table, without enough time for a proper meal, coffee was getting him through. His phone pinged, calling for his attention and realizing that it's been hours since he had last checked his phone. He notices the sweet good morning message from {Name}, followed by a general check up and then her final one. The moment he read it in its entirety he partially choked on his coffee, stunned at her messages that escalated from innocent good mornings to something so bold and straightforward. Law typed back a quick message, saying he would love to, followed by having to clean up some of the spilled coffee.

Eventually work ended, with a slightly annoyed Law at the fact that as he was initially leaving, he was asked to stay for an additional late call, and having to leave {Name} waiting a bit longer than expected. The moment that was over he was shoving things into his bag, papers and all and evidently rushing to get home. It was uncharacteristic for Law to be so hasty when leaving, but he boasted a newfound energy which earned a few raised eyebrows from his fellow coworkers.

Law saw his front door and felt a whole wave of relief crash down on him, for the most part it was the start of a few days at home for him which was a blessing considering the rate at which things had been going. The door clicks open, his bag is tossed aside, shoes practically thrown in the hallway as he makes his way to their shared room looking forward to spending some time with {Name}. He takes quiet steps, spotting her sitting on the edge of their bed while completely immersed in her game. She could hear the door and the soft sounds of him walking in "Welcome home Law" she says cheerfully which made him a bit more elated. "I just want to finish this match and then all my attention will be yours" she giggles playfully, slightly chewing her lip while concentrating on the game. Law takes a quick glance towards the screen and realizes it is the same game she had been playing for the last few days and speaking about. Unfortunately everytime she spoke about it he was not in a condition to absorb the information. He slips onto the bed and situates himself behind her, before his arms pull her a bit closer so he can share in some of her warmth. A small kiss is placed on the back of her neck, feeling his hand lazily dancing around the hem of her shirt as his kisses grow a bit more heated and persistent. "W-What are you doing Law?" {Name} stammers, attempting to keep her attention on her game which was proving difficult with Law's 'interference.'

“You said you wanted to 'smash' when I was done with work” he mumbles against her skin, placing another kiss along her shoulder. {Name's} hand stills, resulting in the loss of her match and she is completely silent before turning her eyes to Law "I didn't mean that! I m-meant Smash Bros, the game!" She points to the screen and flails about as a result of her being so flustered and a little disappointed that she lost her match due to being distracted.

Law watches her flailing about and trying to explain what she meant and he realizes that it was indeed her game. He is a little surprised and groans at the fact that he was very eager for the other thing. His head rests against her back, before shifting and splaying himself out on the bed, much like a cat. He lays beside {Name}, deciding maybe going to sleep a little earlier than planned was not the worst thing but truthfully Law found himself a little wound up in the physical sense now as a result. The blush was still evident on {Name} and it had made her skin feel feverish, now understanding that her message was quite misleading and feels a little bad that Law seemed so excited. Alongside the fact that his kisses were quite tempting and making her want a few more. She starts up her match again, "Um, after this match...we could smash?" Her voice had a shyness which Law found cute, "I'll play Smash with you tomorrow love" Law says, feeling tired and feeling all of the earlier energy beginning to leave him. "...That smash Law" {Name} admits, sparking his attention and causing him to smirk at her playing coy before sliding a hand up her back “Better finish your game quick then {Name-ya}” he whispers in a low voice.

#one piece #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #TrashyToastBoi #one piece scenarios #one piece scenario #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #sfw #fluff #romance #female pronouns #female reader

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melodiesofblueroses · 3 years ago

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Hiya could I have seiichiro, kouta and shunsuke where their s/o has very long hair but decided to cut it short? Thank you!

Ahh I'm so sorry for the delay! This one was really fun to write once I got going with it, so I hope this was along the lines of what you had in mind~ These did turn a bit more general towards the end, but I hope you don't mind! Thank you sm for your request and hope you enjoy 💕

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kouta Hasegawa x gn!reader, Shunsuke Yoshino x gn!reader, Seiichiro Minamoto x gn!reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

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☆ Kouta Hasegawa

at first, kouta probably didn’t recognize you since he was so used to your long hair. there wasn’t really many people he knew that had hair as long as yours, so it was something he used to instantly recognize you in a crowd or if you guys were ever separated

definitely does a double take once he realizes the person that was walking towards him was really you, and you did, in fact, have short hair

kouta is quite shocked when he first sees you and a bit speechless when you ask him what he thought of your haircut

he never did think much of the image of you with short hair. the notion of a haircut never so much so as crossed his mind given how much you seemed to love your long hair

but kouta had to admit, you did look kinda hot

that was pretty much his first thought when you asked him for his opinion, and needless to say, kouta turned red all over. how could he think such thoughts, especially when you were right in front of him?

but dammit, he couldn’t stop thinking about how good you looked with such a haircut. how did he manage to land someone so cute and hot and everything in between?

“y-you, um, you look good.”

he did want to say more, go off about how you looked amazing, but he was simply much too flustered to face you. plus, kouta couldn’t think straight at the moment, so anything he tried to say only came out as jumbled fragments of a sentence

you did understand him though, and when you smiled, he felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest. it was basically a scene straight out of a shoujo manga

although kouta loved your long hair, always playing with it or running his hands through it whenever you asked him to, he also had a thing for your short hair. it really did suit you so well

he loved the way it framed your face, and despite its length, kouta did still run his hands through it or ruffle it whenever you allowed him. he just couldn’t help it; you were too cute!

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♬ Shunsuke Yoshino

on the outside, he doesn’t give much of a reaction, only nodding along and mouthing ‘oh’ as you walked in to class with your new haircut

but internally, well, it was a completely different story

you looked so good in that style, even cuter than hello kitty, and that’s saying a lot coming from him. honestly, it flustered him so much whenever he looked at you

definitely is always catching glimpses of you while you guys are in class, admiring how good you looked with your new haircut. it was as if shunsuke couldn’t take his eyes off of you

but at the same time, shunsuke couldn’t help but ask why you decided to change your look all of a sudden. you never did express interest in cutting your long hair, though then again, its maintenance was probably way too much work

“you got a haircut.”

that was the first thing he told you about it, as blunt and straightforward as ever. you were used to such a reaction from your boyfriend given how stoic he was, but you also couldn’t help but pout and wish for a bigger reaction

“it looks really good though.”

even though it was said with the same tone, you didn’t fail to notice the tiny blush that colored his cheeks or the way he averted his gaze, which certainly made you grin. seeing your boyfriend so shy was certainly worth it and adorable at that

whether it was long or short hair, shunsuke absolutely loved playing with your hair, often unprompted at times too. he lived for brushing your hair out of your face so that he could get a better look at you

i can see him having a thing where he likes to smell your hair and guess the shampoo you used (he often got it right), and it always made your heart race each time he said that it was nice

(you might even start to use a specific shampoo just because shunsuke said he liked it so much)

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✦ Seiichiro Minamoto

it’s immediately the first thing he notices and comments on when you greet him at the school entrance

“ah, y/n, i see you cut your hair. it fits you really well.”

honestly, you were the one to get flustered first from his words and that smile of his that never failed to play with your heart. seiichiro was always so sweet

he didn’t really think much of why you cut your hair in the first place. as long as you were happy, so was he. besides, seiichiro thought that you looked amazing in both long and short hair

definitely makes it his priority to compliment you on it, assuring you that he loved the way it framed your face and overall fit you

seiichiro knew how symbolic a haircut could be, especially if it was a large one. even if it was just hair, looks meant a lot to people. although he didn’t know if you cut it just because or due to a reason, seiichiro wanted you to know that he loved it regardless

every time he saw you around school that day, seiichiro couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you with short hair, especially since you were constantly playing with it

it felt strange since you were so accustomed to long hair, so you couldn’t stop running your hands through it or shaking your head, no matter how much it stung when the short strands of hair hit your face

that was all so adorable in seiichiro’s eyes

i can see him constantly putting a strand of your hair behind your ears or helping you put on a few accessories to help keep the hair out of your face

seiichiro wouldn’t really tell you, but he loved it whenever he got the chance to do that because he was able to see that cute face of yours so much better. plus, he loved the way you always seemed so flustered each time

he also had a habit of always kissing the top of your head whenever you guys parted or said goodbyes, placing his hand on one side of your face and brushing any stray strands away

no matter if it’s long or short hair, seiichiro made an effort to always compliment you on it and play with it

#asks #requests #sanrio boys #sanrio danshi #kouta hasegawa #kouta x reader #Shunsuke Yoshino #shunsuke x reader #seiichiro minamoto #seiichiro x reader #fluff #headcanons #gender neutral reader

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minty-chocco · 4 years ago

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Hello! May I request a cupcake with a grumpy Leona Kingscholar, trying to woo an GN Reader with like lion courting methods? Like brushing out his mane and giving meat and such, but it isn't working? Until Ruggie tips him off to try human courting? I don't really care what format but a scenario would be preferred. Thank you!

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓 🧁

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN! Reader

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 1.8k words

Extra Note: aaaaa I’ve written this prompt the other way around at first (the reader is the one courting Leona) and realized my mistake halfway through lol. Anyways, writing this was quite a challenge for me since I still haven’t fully grasped Leona’s personality yet. To be honest, the reader was supposed to be dense but then I thought what would be the fun in that? So I made the reader quick witted so they could push Leona into doing more effort in courting! I apologize if this isn’t what you had in mind and if Leona’s character is a bit off. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading! Here’s your cupcake~! (sorry it took so long)

The reader would be following canon mc here but they’re in 3rd year instead because Leona is 20 years old.

These past few days you have noticed the dorm leader of Savanaclaw, Leona Kingscholar, is acting a little bit odd.

At first, you thought that he was just in the mood of being nice but then quickly erased that thought—Leona wouldn’t be nice with just anyone. You were suspicious if he was planning something being the scheming person that he is.

He would send Ruggie to give you food and jewelries. Whenever you would meet him at the Botanical garden he would be somewhat clinging to you while taking a nap. If others were to find you in that position they would assume you two were lovers.

It wasn’t like that before. Leona despised any presence in his sleeping place not wanting anyone to disturb him. He would prefer to be alone and be basked in silence.

Now he seems to tolerate you or even so.. he seems to now like your presence.

He would scoff whenever he smells another person’s scent on you and would become quite possessive, hugging you close until that nasty scent of others is now overpowered with his.

He wasn’t like that before.

You had some suspicions that maybe he likes you—but then you quickly erased that thought out of your mind.

He wouldn’t.. right?

By this time, you were starting to get confused by his sudden behavioral change. You decided to ask him directly about it.

Walking through the school’s halls, your footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridor as you quickened your pace to get through the Botanical Garden.

You wanted answers. Now.

The botanical garden was peaceful as always. The sun shone down through its glass roof giving it a calm scenery. The vibrant colored flowers that surrounds the inside of the building was beautiful and fragrant. You inhaled the fresh scent of air. You can’t really blame Leona for liking this spot.

You saw Leona at his usual sleeping area. He was softly snoring seemingly deep in his slumber.

You observed his features while he’s busy dozing his problems away. He looked peaceful. His soft brown hair looked messy because he kept moving while sleeping. The shade of the tree he’s sleeping under kept him away from the light of the sun. You observed that his ear was slightly twitching.

‘He must be having a dream..’ You thought.

You poked his cheeks gently to wake him up. When he didn’t give any response, you tugged at his sensitive ears instead.

Of course, this caused him to wake up looking annoyed. The lion shifted and fluttered his eyes open revealing beautiful deep emeralds that shone like crystals.

His eyes were like hues of the forest, surrounded with dark moss. It was the kind of earthy green that reveals the grass after the winter snow melted. The mystifying glow of his reflected on your (e/c) colored eyes.

“Oi, who would—” His deep voice was commanding with a hint of annoyance. Upon realizing that it was you, his irritated expression turned neutral. “It’s you, herbivore.”

Leona wouldn’t hesitate show his dismay to anyone who would dare wake him up and mercilessly kick them out but why isn’t he doing so to you?

“You’re acting weird, Leona-san.” You confronted him quite concerned for the man in front of you. Maybe he ate something he shouldn’t have. Maybe Ruggie got sick of this man and have been putting funny potions in his meal. You never know.

“Haah?” He rubbed his eyes still sleepy because of his nap that was cut short. “Be straightforward.”

You sighed shaking your head a little. “You’re acting too nice.”

He frowned hearing this but you continued on not giving him a chance to talk. “First of all, why are you giving me meat through Ruggie? What do you expect me to do with it?”

He was about to say something in defense but you raised a finger to add more. “Second of all, you’ve been touchy touchy with me lately to the point that I’m becoming your personal pillow.”

“Lastly.” You gave him a pointed glare. “You’re becoming protective of me. You couldn’t care less about me before.”

Leona sighed seemingly frustrated. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“No. Explain it to me.” You stubbornly replied, tired on whatever game he was doing.

Does he like you?

“What a pain.” He turned his back to you begrudgingly and proceeded to lay down to take a nap ignoring your request. He pulled you aside with him and held you tightly while shutting his eyes close.

“You--!” You gasped in surprise.

When you noticed that he was already asleep, there was nothing you can do. You looked at him at disbelief. How can he fall asleep in just a matter of seconds? You decided not to ponder on your thoughts anymore. It’s Leona after all.

“What should I do with you..” You said in a whisper.

“Leona-san.” Ruggie looked at his senior and pursed his lips. “You should be courting (Y/N)-san as any normal human would do.”

The hyena didn’t really care if his senior was doing the wrong method of courting as long as he was being paid but after a long time, he couldn’t bear to see Leona failing at his pathetic attempts.

“You think I don’t know that?” He raised a brow at his junior in front of him. Leona was clever enough to know that but he didn’t want to take his time to do research so he resorted to a method he’s familiar with. “This would do.”

Ruggie looked at the dorm leader in incredulity. “I’m sure (Y/N)-san would appreciate it more.”

After noticing the lack of response, Ruggie realized that Leona has already fallen deep in his slumber.

Ruggie just shook his head while picking up Leona’s clothes to take them to laundry. Atleast he tried.

After debating some time with yourself you decided to tell Leona directly to keep his act up. You’re slowly believing your first suspicions that he might like you when his actions continued.

“Leona-san.”

You visited him in Savanaclaw after a few days. “Do you like me?”

Leona’s ears perked up upon hearing this. He looked at you with an amused expression. “Oh? You finally noticed?”

Shaking your head, you looked at him straight in the eyes. “Then were you trying to woo me or something all this time?”

He shifted to his bed to get into a more comfortable position before answering. “Yeah, what do you think I was doing?”

“Well..” You studied his expression before speaking up. “You got to do a lot more than that.”

Leona has been ‘courting’ you by giving you meat through Ruggie and often times he would just hold you in place while sleeping. He didn’t really extort real effort upon doing so.

It’s not like you’re materialistic or anything but you wanted him to be more proactive in his goals. You wanted him to be the one doing all the work instead of Ruggie but since it’s Leona we’re talking about—it seems like it would be an impossible goal.

If he wanted you then he’s got to work harder than that. You ain’t no easy fish to catch.

You made sure to send the message across not paying to his reaction before walking off.

The lion looked at your retreating figure before gathering his thoughts and finally making a decision.

Leona has stopped doing his method of courting after that conversation you had the other day.

You can’t help but feel disappointment fill you up. You expected the lion to atleast put some effort and challenged him but you guess it was too much for him.

Although, it may not seem like it.. you did like the lion back. Even when he can be seen as standoffish, prideful, and lazy you can see some of his good points.

Closing the magical book and bouncing off your seat in the library, you returned the book to its respected shelf.

Exiting the library, you tried to take your mind off things by looking through the students passing by you while walking.

After coming back to the Ramshakle dorm, what you didn’t expect to see was a certain lion that has been invading your mind lately. Leona’s turned to look at you after smelling your familiar scent, his tail slightly raising.

“Leona.” You looked at him in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Oi, (Y/N)” The man in front of you looked at you with an unreadable expression.

You flinched when he called your name. This was the first time Leona ever called you by your name instead of herbivore.

“I like you.” He awkwardly looked away scratching the back of his head not really used to these kinds of things. He wanted to take a more straight approach instead of poking around.

Truthfully, Leona considered giving up. He thought it was such a pain that he would have to get his ass off from his comfort zone but that changed when reflecting back your moments shared together.

This lion started to get used to your presence that It just feels wrong whenever you’re not with him. At first, he was satisfied with being friends thinking that being in a relationship would be a lot of work. That opinion of his changed when he saw you being buddy buddy with the other students.

Yes, it made him jealous. Leona was quite possessive and he didn’t like the fact that there were students that dare try to make a move on you. He would often get annoyed smelling other scents on you.

Although, he’s embarrassed to voice these thoughts out loud. He had hoped that his feelings reached you across. He then outstretched his hand to reveal a little box. He looked like he was waiting for you to take it and so you did.

When you opened the box, it revealed a bracelet. It was just like his but more personalized and fit into your style.

You raised a brow at him waiting him to explain eyeing him suspiciously.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He raised his hand defensively and you can see him become flustered for a split second before regaining his composure. “I made that.”

“Really? Are you sure?” You took at stepped and looked at him intensely as if you can tell if he’s lying or not.

He groaned seemingly frustrated. “I did, okay? I even put your favorite colors to suit your taste.”

“Hm.” You observed the bracelet closely and it was embedded to fit your aesthetic on just the way you like. “You’re right.”

Leona clicked his tongue upon this. “What a troublesome herbivore you are.. making me do these things.”

You can’t help but feel giddy inside. He really did this for you, huh? To others it may not seem much but Leona taking his time to make something for you makes you happy. You’re very much aware about the lack of effort he put into things and the fact that he made effort into making you this was already priceless to you.

You chuckled and smiled fondly at him. “Aww aren’t you a cute kitty~”

“Heh.” He gave you his signature smirk which made your heart skip a beat. “Have you fallen for me now?”

“Who knows~?” You gave the lion a kiss on the cheek which wiped the smug grin on his face and is replaced with surprise, a light dust of pink painting his cheek.

Ah, how dare you steal his heart just like that.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 🧁

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