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cowvboyenema · 1 year ago
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mutuals are allowed to ravage me openly on dash
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burning-omen · 1 year ago
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Kinktober Day 1: Breeding + Jason Todd
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Jason Todd x male reader
Kinktober 2023 list | Day 2 | Ao3
(a/n; “hey it's September 30th, right? Tf you mean ‘it's october 1st’ no the fuck it no- AHHHHHH” me about three hours ago realizing that I never finished THE FIRST DAY of kinktober )
Summary: You’re a photographer at the Wayne Family events, after meeting Jason by chance they start growing closer
Warning: Horny Jason, horny reader, top!reader, bottom!jason, Jason moans like a bitch, rude rich people, pillow princess + brat Jason Todd, unprotected sex, breeding, not beta read lol.
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To the shock of everyone involved, Jason Todd attended all of the Wayne Galas, not because he liked them- obviously. No, these things were horrible and stuffy and he hated every last person in attendance. Well, almost every last person. Bruce had hired a photographer a few months back, the first few events that you photographed you were mostly in the background, taking wide shots of the entire party, only recently did you start to mingle with the crowd more.
You met Jason a few weeks back as you tried to navigate through a pushy crowd of rich people who, to no one surprise, all thought they were the most important person there. You got pushed into Jason by a man who looked like he could have been British royalty in the 1800s, he sneered at you like a cartoon villain before walking away. You'd been overly apologetic that day, having nearly knocked the drink out of his hand. He was fine though, if not slightly enamored, you looked nice, but out of place, your clothes weren't quite up to Wayne Gala standards, before he could ask what you were doing here, he noticed the camera hanging from your neck, and offered to be your guide.
He ended up sticking with you for the rest of the night, talking as you took pictures of various people and decor around the event. It made your job a hell of a lot easier, people were quick to bump into you, you weren't rich and therefore weren't fully human to these people, but Jason was one of them, well, he was close enough, and even if he wasn't, if he was just as out of place as you, nobody was going to disrespect the host's son.
By the end of the night, you and Jason were on one of the balconies looking over all the photos from that night, and eventually some of your other work.
Eventually, you did have to leave, Bruce was paying for your ride and you really didn't want him to have to wait any longer.
You only got closer after that, every event that the Waynes hosted, you were there, and on your tail- as always- was Jason.
Your relationship didn't take a turn until the last party the Wayne threw, this one wasn't a charity but a birthday party for Bruce's friend, Oliver Queen, who insisted he needed to have it in Gotham. And even though Bruce gave a perfect speech regarding their friendship, you couldn't help but hear the irritation behind it. The night went on as usual, with Jason acting as your shadow as you weed through the crowd.
Your end of the night ritual is the only thing that changed, as you were showing Jason the pictures from tonight, he leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, an odd act from the man, considering the most he'd touched you at this point was him putting a hand on your shoulder or tapping you to get your attention.
“Tired?” you asked jokingly.
“No,” he said but didn't elaborate.
As you continued to shuffle through the pictures you could feel him nuzzling into your neck. You let out a short, nervous laugh.
“Are you drunk?”
He hummed quietly, then laughed, “No, I'm just…”
He didn't continue, just pressing further into you, you gave up on showing him the photos for now, instead carding your fingers through his hair. Feeling just how different the white streak felt from the rest of his hair, most of his hair was thick and smooth, running through your fingers with ease. The white part was thick too, but it just felt like air, so light and delicate that you could barely feel it against your fingers.
You didn't stop until you felt his lips press against your neck, again and again as he hummed in contempt.
“Jason…” you muttered but didn't move to stop him.
He eventually moved up to your face- your cheeks, your jaw, your lips- with his kisses. It was only when you made a move and kissed him back did things escalate.
You ended up fumbling around on the floor with him, then in the hall, and on the wall next to his bedroom wall, and eventually in his bedroom. Which resulted in the most embarrassing walk of shame you've ever experienced as you had to run past your literal boss having breakfast with the rest of his family- he looked just as shocked as you imagined he would. Jason's older brother, Dick, made a comment that made Jason shout at him, you couldn't hear it with how hard your heart was beating in your ears.
You expected everything to end after that, your friendship with Jason, your job, your reputation as a photographer.
But to your surprise, the moment the front door closed behind you, Jason grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss, sweet and slow, nowhere near as frantic and lust-filled as they were the night before.
You started getting together outside of events after that, he stayed at your apartment most days, because ‘he liked being surrounded by you’. You learned a few things about him too, a big one being that he was a bottom, not just a bottom. A total pillow princess as well. He’ll flirt and tease all day and night long, but the moment you turn around to do the same to him, he becomes so pliant, letting you move him how you like, touch him how you liked, and fuck him how you liked.
Considering how close you'd become with his son, you figured you'd never get a call from Bruce to do another job. But you did, and despite feeling a bit out of place at first you eventually got back into it. Jason was your shadow as always, whispering things he definitely shouldn't in your ear, making it hard to focus.
“When was the last time we fucked, honestly?”
“Babe, I'm working,” you said calmly.
“It’s a genuine question.”
You sighed, “about a week ago, when the power went out.”
He only chuckled, still leaning down in you ear.
“There’s gotta be a broom closet somewhere around here-”
“Jason, stop it-”
“I want you to fuck me right up against the door, let everybody hear me while you-”
“Jason-”
“Jason!”
Looking over you saw Dick, who was probably the most outwardly supportive of your relationship with Jason out of everyone in his family. The presence of his brother shut him up quickly, his face turning a bit red. You and Jason wandered around the party with Dick for a while, you were having a great time, taking photos as Dick told to funny little stories about Jason.
Jason, however, wasn't having a great time. He’d planned to flirt with you all night then get fucked so hard that his brain stopped working, then getting pampered by you for the rest of the night, unfortunately, Dick had taken an interest in you for the night, purely platonic of course, but it was constant, and even though Dick has definitely seen Jason at his worst, it'd be really fucking weird if he begged you to fuck him within earshot of his brother. So he held out, frustrated and horny as the party droned on.
By the time guests started leaving you'd been informed of every little embarrassing thing Jason has ever done- including stealing the wheels off Bruce's car, some stories had to be left out or changed for obvious reasons, but outside of that, you were caught up on Jason's embarrassment timeline. You could practically feel Jason stewing behind you, horny, frustrated, and, embarrassed all at once.
“I think it's time for us to go, if we stay any longer Jason's brain is going to start leaking out of his ears.”
You said your goodbyes to Dick and turned to Jason, who was glaring after the man as he walked away.
“We can go now.”
The fumble up to his bedroom was exactly that, a fumble as you clumsily avoided the lingering guest, and as you took a few minutes to worship the exposed pieces of his body on the stairs with your hands and mouth, only moving when you heard footsteps.
You didn't carry Jason into the room, but you might as well have with the way you controlled his every move. He fell back onto his bed, spreading his legs subconsciously even though he was still fully dressed. The smile on his face only grew wider when you yanked him by his now loose tie, pulling him back up to you, pressing a kiss on his lips that only got more heated with every passing second. Kneeling on the bed, his legs wrapped around your waist almost instantly, you could feel the heels of the balmorals Bruce had bought him digging into the back of your thigh.
He pulled back, flopping down on the bed. Jason's hands, however steady they were before, became utterly useless in a matter of seconds as he failed to unbutton his pants several times before giving up, wordlessly resting his hands above his head, staring up at you expectantly. The term ‘pillow princess’ came to mind for a brief second as you unbuttoned them for him. Purposefully ignoring the tight bulge in his pants that was nearly demanding your attention.
“Come on, y/n,” he muttered, his voice as deep as ever.
Slowly rocking his hips against yours in a desperate, yet short lived, attempt at getting you to act. You were by no means cruel, and considering his little plan for the night hadn't fallen through, you indulged him. Lifting his still-clothed thigh up to your shoulder, you had to do a bit of maneuvering to get his pants down to his ankles, Jason was entirely unhelpful, you'd be convinced he was a rag doll if it weren't for his inability to stop fucking squirming.
The way his cock twitched in his pants showed you just how desperate he was, thrusting up against nothing, a short whine coming from somewhere deep in his throat as he started up at you with those pretty blue eyes.
You ran your hands over the exposed skin of his thigh, leaning down and kissing them, leaving little bruises and bites before switching to the next. His gaze was intense, almost glaring, but the whines and whimpers he let out told you that he was just desperate.
Then, unexpectedly, you slid your hand all the way down the inside of his thigh, feeling goosebumps rise in your wake, Jason figured you'd stop just before his cock, you liked teasing him like that, liked taking him apart slowly. But that's apparently not what you had in mind tonight, he only realized that when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, the fabric of his boxers tightened along with your grip. He whined, bucking up into your hand.
Far faster than he expected, you stroked him through his pants, the texture of them and the squeezing pressure your hand provided sending shivers up and down his spine. He gripped the bed sheets as you settled into a pleasant rhythm, fast and tight around his sensitive cock.
His eyes hung low, squeezing shut when you brushed over the tip.
Jason came quickly, hips sputtering and muttering incoherently as he did, cum sleeping through black fabric, drenching your hand and the boxers.
You pulled back, putting your hands back on his thighs, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly as he came down.
Hands still gripping the sheets, he sat there and waited, waiting for you to do something, you were in control after all. But you didn't, you just watched him, his chest rising and falling, cum splattered on his underwear and just under his belly button, the bruises and bites littering his thighs.
“Y/n..” he muttered, hard and horny all over again.
You laughed, “yes?”
He scooted closer to you until you hips were firmly pressed against his ass. Even then, you could here him muttering ‘come on’ over and over against under his breath.
“Speak up, you have to tell me what you want.”
He glared, a real harsh glare that you knew was born out of frustration. He should have known you'd be like this, for a moment he thought he'd really gotten off the hook, but you never just let him cum, you never just fucked him, no, he had to beg for it, as though him presenting himself to you wasn't begging enough.
“Just,” suddenly unable to find his words, Jason groaned, “do something!”
You let out another short laugh, then asked, “Something like what?”
The urge to kick you suddenly emereged.
“Anything, please I-” his hands went from the bed sheets to his face, covering his eyes as his brain once again failed to produce the right words.
You leaned down, pressing kisses down his throat and the pieces of his chest that we're exposed.
After a moment you asked, “How about you tell me what you wanted earlier, you seemed to have a lot of ideas then.”
He shifted, his hands finding the bed again, seems like his mind was racing, as his eyes were almost completely unfocused and blush rose on his cheeks with every second that passed, you gave him a moment to sort himself out.
He spoke suddenly, his voice coming out with some force, “I need you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore, like you did when the power went out and we didn’t have anything else to do but fuck over and over again, I need you to fuck me like that again, I want you to cum in me so many times that it drips out of my ass and ruins the bed- ah- and I- I can’t- I can’t fucking think with you grinding against me like that so can you please just hurry up and do something!”
A wide grin spread out on your face, even though you barely comprehended that you were grinding your bulge into his ass, it was good to see how a bit of gentle pressure was already making him writhe.
You pulled back, before he could stop complaining you flipped the giant of a man onto his stomach with a hard shove. You heard him moan as he bounced against the bed, he liked being manhandled, but you figured that one out a while ago.
Pulling his boxers down to his knees, fully ready to prep him, only to see the familiar shiny glint of lube covering his hole. Without thinking, you pressed a finger in, feeling just how easily he took it you almost laughed.
“You take all the fun out of prepping you..”
“Shut up and fuck me!”
His desperate, panting tone was enough for you to cave, even as he glared back at you. It took you a second to get out of your clothes, well really just your pants, belt, and boxers, but it still took longer than Jason would have ever liked, again, bratty pillow princess of the century.
By the time you let your cock prod against his hole, he'd grabbed a pillow and rested it under his head, still turning to face you as you slowly pushed in. His resolve didn't last long, broken by a long moan as the head of your cock slipped into his hole, already about to thrust a hole into the bed sheets.
You grabbed his hips, pressing them hard into the bed, he stopped moving, an undeniable whimper coming from him.
You pressed further, barely even half way in and you could feel him squeezing around you, you pressed down until your hips were pressed together.
He panted and moaned, his body flexing, then relaxing. You waited for him to give you a sign that he was okay, and when he did you waited more, just to tease him. He realized this a couple of seconds later, dropping his head into the pillow with a frustrated groan, you're surprised he didn't turn around and cuss you out at that exact moment.
Even though you probably shouldn't have, you pulled out slow, and slammed back into him with more force than you meant to, the bed dipped beneath you both and Jason let put a wild moan. You probably should have gone slow with him, made him cum over and over again before filling him yourself, but you didn't, you had a bit of an epiphany while you had Jason fully wrapped around your cock. You were really, really fucking horny. With someone as pretty as Jason it was always so tempting to take him about the slow way, teasing, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of him, but with some that felt as good as Jason does, it's pretty easy to let that idea fly out the window in turn of pounding him into the mattress.
So you did.
Watching him claw and bite at the pillow beneath him in an attempt to bring some stability back. His whole body getting forced forward with every thrust.
Loud, almost pained, moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Even with the pillow shoved into his mouth he was still impossibly loud. You could feel just how warm he’d gotten, his skin was hot and sweaty, and in your mind, you'd hardly even done anything to him yet.
Little tears prickled in his eyes, he squeezed them closed tightly. Taking your cock wasn't anything new to him but fuck, sometimes you could be rough. Not that he didn't enjoy it, no, if he had less pride he’d be screaming at the top of his lungs how good it felt.
He could already tell where bruises were going to form, he'd have burning red hand prints on his waist for sure, and an odd one on his ass and inner thighs, hickies and smaller bruises would litter practically every surface his body offered for sure.
Leaning down, you thrust hitting deeper and deeper, you kissed along his shoulders and back, trying to soothe at least a little of the hurt you were causing. You didn't but it felt nice anyways.
Jason's vision went a little spotty when he came again, you never stopped fucking him and he really didn't want you to. His cum soaked into the sheets beneath him, he could feel the sticky sheets cling to his stomach.
You followed soon after, shooting cum deep inside of him, just like he wanted. He whimpered quietly at the feeling, he could still feel you fucking him with your softened cock, trusting much slower, much to his dismay. He knew you were just waiting to get hard again but he really didn't like waiting.
It didn't take long for you to get hard again, you were still fully inside your beautiful boyfriend's beautiful ass so it definitely wasn't difficult. You continued pounding into him like nothing happened, he didn't say anything either, other than incoherent word between moans. Even though he didn't have to wait long, he missed you fucking him already.
You slammed into him hard and he went cross-eyed for a moment, letting his moans flow freely, louder and more satisfied than before.
“Right there-” he panted, “again, please-”
You couldn't deny him, not when he begged like that, you angled you hips so you'd slam against that spot again and again until he was staining the sheets for a second, then third time.
He made it too easy to want to fuck him.
His body was nearly limp by his fourth orgasm, you pulled out, he let out a little noise, unable to do much about it. You flipped him onto his back, seeing the mess covering his cock and stomach, his eyes tracked your every move, but not many where made, you ran your hands down his thighs just like you'd found before, then shoved your cock back into his mess of a hole.
You chased your own pleasure, dragging an exhausted Jason along with you for the ride. His hands gripped onto you, pulling you down and holding you tight, letting his airy moans fill your ears.
You came soon after, with him clawing at your back and clinging to you like a damn koala. You stayed inside him for a long moment, waiting for him to remember that he had to let you go.
When he did, you leaned back, watching yourself pull out of him, your cock covered in cum and lube. Cum dripped out of his hole rapidly, a puddle forming and growing on the bed, you laughed, still a bit winded.
“Hey, looks like you got your wish, these sheets are defiantly ruined.”
He laughed tiredly before pulling you back down into his arms.
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wuwaworld · 8 months ago
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Mortefi x Reader (One-Shot)
�� wishing to be in the front lines against the evil forces, you applied for submission to be a soldier. by some luck, you passed the test. now, how will you tell this to your co-worker.. whom you've found endearing despite the everyday banter? can you really leave the safety net of the Academy?
tw: Mortefi as a menace, idiots in love, prob ooc Mortefi, vague spoilers(?) (for those players who aren't that far into the quest/knowledge on wuwa yet, like me lol)
chaotically rewritten.
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forgive the man's bluntness, but Mortefi doesn't really understand how you're fretting over something quite simple.
it started with fleeting glances throughout the whole Academy. Mortefi notices how you hold a thick envelope, flapping its seal but never actually pulling out what's inside.
“what are you doing?” Mortefi approaches you on a random afternoon, the Academy's activities were a bit mellow today. so he guesses he could take his free time to chat with you instead.
“ah-!” you fumbled with the envelope in your hands in a panic, “you can't just surprise me like that!”
“well,” Mortefi chuckles wryly, “someone is quite in a foul mood these days.”
“whatever.” you huffed, attempting to hide the envelope away from his prying eyes. your hands discreetly placing it beneath the stacks of paperwork–
but of course, it was the reason Mortefi approached you, wasn't it?
shamelessly, he picks up the envelope from your hands, flipping the smooth material around as he checks for something relevant on its cover. Mortefi swiftly leans away when you try to pry it away. his taller stature easily raising his hand out of your reach.
“hey! give that back-” you felt quite anxious as Mortefi continued to hold the envelope. “don't you have some manners?”
“weren't you the one who said I should drop the formalities, hm?” Mortefi retorts as he leans down to your height, the envelope in his hands still out of your reach.
“now, will you tell me what this is?”
“an.. application.” you sighed, attempting to cover it up as you reach out for the envelope once more.
“about what? you're oddly being secretive.” Mortefi prods, merely raising his arms out of your reach once more.
“if you give it to me, I'll tell you.” you bargained, crossing your arms as getting the envelope back seemed futile.
“I've seen children conjour a lie better than yours.”
“ugh, you-”
Mortefi merely chuckles, his fingers playing with the paper flap. an almost unnoticable teasing smile on his lips as he taunts further.
“fine,” you huffed, “it's a test result.”
Mortefi blinks once, processing the information.
as far as he knew, you didn't had any major work this past few days. the only things you had done were signing papers and fixing broken weapons that were dropped in the Academy's door.
besides, he's the one who gives you work. so this envelope must be something personal. something a mere co-worker shouldn't pry.
“it seems I've crossed the line,” Mortefi sighs, placing the envelope back in your hands, “I apologize if I came out rude-”
before he could finish his oddly sappy apology, you covered your mouth— laughing at his somewhat sheepish expression.
“you-” you laughed, looking at him as he stood confused, “you're taking it too seriously-”
Mortefi then deadpans, crossing his arms across his chest, “ha.. you're so eccentric.” he mutters. his eyes now looking at the way your lashes flutter as your eyes closed, or how your tense body seem to ease a bit as you laughed because of him. it was him, Mortefi, who had made you this happy—
but.. you didn't have to know that.
you didn't have to know the way he hids his expression as soon as you look up to him; the endearing look he once had replaced with nonchalance. he patiently waits for you to calm down from your peals of laughter, uncaring of the odd stares around the office.
“Mortefi?” he saw the way you tilted your head, a few strands of hair framing your face as you waved your hand in front of him. how rude, he thinks.
“I can feel you heating up.. even when I'm just in front of you. are you that embarrassed?” you asked curiously, a mix of concern and teasing on your tone.
“I'm upset that you seem to shrug of my genuine concern.” Mortefi scoffs, trying to quell his raging heart beat. he crosses his arms more tightly against him as an act of defiance. but really, he was trying to hide the way his chest rapidly falls up and down, his breath quickening on the way he feels at that moment. it almost felt as if the Tacet Mark on his chest was waving along to the frequencies of his heart.
he knows what he's been feeling for you the past weeks.. but a little more denial and study on his feelings wouldn't.. hurt.. right?
“ah, my bad.” you apologized, but Mortefi knew it was merely half-meant, if the way your shoulders just seem to shrug it off.
“now, since we've been in this conversation for a while,” he starts off as he ignored the flutters in his stomach, pushing up his glasses with his finger, “what really is in that envelope?”
if your laughter was any indication, Mortefi deduces that while it is personal, it wasn't something that truly concerns you to the point you'll shut people out. he began to scrutinize the way you bit your lip in nervousness, or the fact that you seem to hold the envelope even closer to your chest. (which he hadn't noticed that you already grabbed subtly when he places his arm down.)
“well?” Mortefi tilts his head, waiting for a reply.
“I..” you sighed, looking at him straight in the eye, “I'm going to the military.”
you notice the way Mortefi merely glances at you with a look of absurdness. it had made you realize that maybe your answer was quite vague.
“I'm leaving the Academy,” you made the announcement clear, and didn't miss the way Mortefi's eyes widens a tad bit, “I applied to be a soldier on the front lines.. I want a different kind of approach in helping Jinzhou.”
“.....”
for a while, you wonder if you had somehow.. broke the ever so suave Mortefi you did. if the way he seems to heat up more..? did he became upset on your sudden announcement of looming departure?
“Sir.. Mortefi..?” you called out unsure. at the end of the day, he was still your superior– no matter how much you banter like friends.
his eyes sharply turns to you, an inquisitive look on his face. “back on formalities again?” if anything, he sounded more and more upset.
“sorry,” you sighed, your hands tentatively pulling out the thick paper from the envelope. showing him the results of your test in applying in the military.
Mortefi looks down on the paper, he glances at the words etched on it. amidst the long words and paragraphs, his eyes zoned in on a sentence.
“we are pleased to have you with us as a fellow Midnight Ranger!”
not knowing his inner building turmoil, you looked down on your feet as you spoke, “I didn't know how to tell you.. the higher-ups already gave me an approval to leave the Academy within a week or two.”
the bustling sounds of the place were the only white noise. you watched as Mortefi stood in front of you, a thoughtful, yet unreadable expression on his face as he stares at the papers. flipping the page every now and then.
“Mortefi...?”
“is that all?” said man merely hums, as if his odd attitude previously was an illusion, “I should probably give you a newly made weapon to help you before you depart.”
“oh.. are you not upset?” you questioned, taking the papers back.
“should I be?” Mortefi smirks, a knowing look on his face, “should I not be proud that you're broadening your minisicule horizons?”
“you-!” you balked, watching as he continues to tease you relentlessly... before cutting him off with a, “gosh, Mortefi. at least take it seriously!”
“what's there to treat in such manner?”
“I.. uh..” you paused, gears slowly aligning in your head.
in a matter of seconds, you felt yourself heat up. a mad blush painting your cheeks as you hid your face behind the envelope. Mortefi was right, why should he treat it so seriously? in fact, he should be somewhat supportive as your co-worker, even amidst the bittersweet departing.
then why is it that you feel.. mad.. or upset.. at his lack of.. elaborative response?
“are you upset?” Mortefi taunts, giving you the taste of your own medicine from earlier as he leans his body to your height.
“nothing,” you tried to shrug off, your feet taking a few steps back as you looked away.
“if this is about your late announcent to me as your superior, then yes.” he teases, as he morphs his expression into a mocking anger.
“in the end of all this though,” Mortefi gestures to the envelope, “I commend your bravery on stepping in this hectic journey.”
“...thank you, Mortefi.” you feel the way your cheeks even grew more a deep red, and as you look up, you were surprised to see a soft look on his face. almost as if..
no, you can't assume something so serious like that.
..yet you can't ignore the tension, the way he continues to check on you at work even when he wasn't required to. the way Mortefi nags the mess on your office that you left previously on a chaotic overtime at work. yet you find your desk a tad bit cleaner than before as you went back after lunch. which he hasn't done with other colleagues, merely staring at another's messy office place in disgust.
you can't and won't ignore the whispers of the people in the Academy on how you two seem too close to be mere co-workers. on how he asks for your opinion regarding a prototype he has made, even if the both of you knew he already had the answer with how genious he is.
there was no movement from both sides. though Mortefi was a straightforward man, he can even hesitate on something as delicate as love.
while there were no clear answers, like a new problem that was put on hold to be solved— the both of you know the way you feel with each other without words. it's only up to time and fate as to when the answer would unravel.
until then, this distance seems enough for now.
“fine, since you've done this much for me,” Mortefi mutters, looking in your eyes with a somewhat fond look, “go ahead, tell me the wildest inventions you can think of, and watch me make them happen for you.”
the man took a step forward, and boldly places a hand on your shoulder. his thumb brushing against the fabric of your clothes leisurely,
“after all, I can't let my co-worker leave the Academy empty handed now, hm?”
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ask-icancraft-it · 7 months ago
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Knockout
(( A short Hero's Cuties fic for @sgtcalhouns and @bashfulgnome, based on these great posts made by them! Hope you enjoy! )) --
“E-excuse me,” Felix spoke timidly, trying not to get trampled among the bustle of soldiers making their way out of ‘Hero’s Duty.’ Squeezing off the bullet train, he attempted not to take some of their downward glares to heart; they’d had a long day and had places to be.
“Excuse me, sir,” the handyman locked eyes with one of the imposing figures. “Where might I find Miss Sergeant Calhoun?”
The soldier laughed indignantly, roughly brushing past and onto the train. Frowning, Felix straightened his cap. Now that was just plain rude.
“Hey!” a hand clapped his shoulder, steering him out of the line of traffic. “Careful, wouldn’t want you gettin’ stepped on.”
Felix felt relief as he peered up at a familiar face. “Corporal!” 
“Hey, little man,” Kohut nodded, joined by more of Calhoun’s trusted troops “Did I hear you were looking for Sarge?”
“Oh, yes!” the 8-bit’s heart beat excitedly. “Do you know where she might be?”
The men couldn’t contain their amusement, smiling and exchanging knowing glances. They had already seen the handyman candidly flirt with their superior with her gun to his head, and were infinitely curious about what he would think if he saw her now.
“Right this way,” Kohut grinned. 
Felix was startled as double doors opened to a cacophony of cheers in what looked like a gymnasium. A crowd of soldiers surrounded a ring, where two participants sat in each opposing corner. A bell rang, and the handyman just about did a double-take when the unmistakable figure of Tamora Jean Calhoun stood up.
Instead of her heavy armor, she wore simple, black sportswear and boxing gloves. Goodness, he hadn’t seen this much skin of a person he’d taken a liking to in quite some time. 
“Well, there she is,” Kohut chuckled at the 8-bit’s wide-eyed stare. “What do you think, Shortstop?”
The corporal’s voice was miles away as Felix took in the stunning vision before him, once again captivated by Tamora’s high-definition. The flush of her cheeks from exertion, the beads of sweat clinging to her pale skin, her smooth, graceful movements as she thrust her fist into her opponent’s face…And that’s the other thing he admired so much about her; her intensity. She was passionate, fearless, and didn’t take boo from anybody. In every sense of the word, Tamora was a knockout.
The surrounding crowd collectively recoiled from the sheer force of her hit, and the handyman gulped as the poor soul joining her in the ring fell flat on his back. Kohut and crew leaned in, wondering if the handyman felt he’d flown too close to the sun. 
Clutching a hand to his chest, the 8-bit sighed as cartoon hearts sprouted around him. 
“What a gal”—finally came their answer. 
The men around him erupted with laughter, catching the sergeant’s attention from inside the ring. Felix’s bright blue uniform wasn’t difficult to spot out of the mass of sweat-stained shirts and grungey camo pants. She stared quizzically at those goo-goo eyes of his and the hearts floating around his head, unsure how to respond. 
As she leaned on the ropes, the handyman’s eyes flicked upward, the cartoony shapes popping all at once as he gasped. Hearing movement behind her, Tamora turned to dodge her opponent as he dove in with a hook. And even though the soldier was nearly twice her size, she easily countered him, laying him out.
At the count of three, the match was over. Through all the whooping and hollering, the sergeant patted her humbled troop on the back, again turning her attention to the goofy-grinned handyman who somehow found his way here. She smirked at how pink his face got when he realized she’d spotted him, and with a bit of playful goading from her trusted troops, flexed her arms to show off her muscles.
Felix’s face went cherry red, a bashful smile crossing his lips as he desperately fanned himself. This was all too much for his little 8-bit heart, and he swooned, quite literally. And as his body abruptly met with the floor, the ringside referee tweeted his whistle with a wave of his arms.
“Knockout!”
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eustasskiddsprosthetic · 7 months ago
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Here's a thought. I'm not sure if this is considered a mafia au or whatever but this is the best thing I've thought of.
One day, Doflamingo brings his gang family to a beachside resort, partly to have a vacation and mostly to encourage Law to network.
It's a diplomatic move to pacify Law after killing Corázon. He expects Law to try to murder him just like Corázon but he would rather Law not try anything so soon. Though, Doffy would rather have that than whatever this was. Doffy swore he taught Law better.
Law refuses to look and be nice. He wears the ugliest merchandise tee shirts and hoodies. He plays his horrible rock music out loud. He dances to upbeat girl group pop songs off beat and wears polar bear floaties to the pool without batting an eye.
And to top it all off, all that attracts the attention of this blond young man called Sabo. Sabo looks like those pretty young boys Greeks back in the day idolise for their beauty and Doffy had seen those before. However, there's something about Sabo...
Doffy is aware that Sabo wants to kill him but there's just something so damned wrong about him. It was not his scars or anything like that... It's his eyes...
He observes them from a distance at first, not wanting to get too close because he doesn't want to offend Law's... delicate, asocial sensibilities. He does not like that he cannot control Law more personally but he must tolerate it.
That said, maybe he need not be so worried. Their first meeting went so disastrously Doffy was sure that Blondie would kill Law first.
The blondie is very obviously into Law. Sexually, yes but also because Blondie wants to get into Law's pants to learn more about Doffy's schemes and kill him.
This is your chance, Law, Doffy thinks with some dread... Blondie really was quite handsome. If Doffy were a bit younger he would've gone for him. Damn you, Law! You don't deserve this.
Blondie swam up to the edge of the pool where Law was sitting. Law dipped his legs in the pool and was kicking it around like a child. He was tapping at his phone. He looked busy, but Doffy knew better. The brat was playing Candy Crush to spite him.
"Hey, handsome," Blondie says, tapping on Law's knee. Law glanced up and blinked. "How are you? It's nice today, isn't it?"
Law learned how to read lips from Corázon. He nodded with a polite enough smile that did not mean anything.
"Do you want to get away for a minute?" Blondie said. "We can do something else."
Do what? Law signed. Corázon taught him that too. Blondie was caught off guard but signed back, albeit awkwardly, Whatever you want. Law frowned. Surely, Law was silly but not stupid.
Law must have seen the way Blondie's eyes twinkle. He must have seen the way Blondie delicately used his index and middle finger to tuck some hair behind his ear to look coy and delicate. Blondie gave him a sultry smile, where he only showed one row of teeth.
His lips were so nice, so plump and shiny. Nice figure too, toned and clearly a fun-loving person both in life and in bed. His chest was broad, smooth abs and quite tall too. He probably looked good in a suit too... Or lingerie... Law really was a lucky man.
Doffy and Corázon too, actually, taught Law to be disciplined. Theoretically, to prove his loyalty, Law should reject Blondie and move on but Doffy would not blame Law if he accepted.
To his surprise then, Law does... neither?
He leans forward and Blondie thought they would make out. Instead, Law sings, "dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb" while tapping his head. He then stands up, dances off-beat for thirty seconds, apologises for not knowing more and then walks away while humming the rest of the song like that interaction never happened.
Blondie was absolutely flabbergasted, to the point of being offended. Doffy laughed at the murderous look he gave Law. They made eye contact and Doffy laughs harder.
Good fucking luck, young man!
Doffy taught Law well, didn't he!
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sevasey51 · 3 days ago
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I just got out of a relationship with someone who defintely wasn’t the kindest and I realize now that he wasn’t a good person. Connor and his wife are in the doctors lounge in the ED. Both waiting for their next cases. She sees her ex out in the ED, turns out he’s a new resident. She plays it off so Connor doesn’t notice. Later when she goes up with Connor to the OR to say goodbye he corners her and Connor just so happens to come back and hears her chew him out. He gets a bit handsy and her surgeon husband steps in.
I’m so happy I got out of the relationship. Even in the few weeks I have been healing slowly but surely 🥺
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Summary: Connor steps in to defend his wife when her ex tries to cause trouble at the hospital.
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The buzz of the emergency department was relentless, as always. Y/N leaned against the counter in the doctors’ lounge, her fingers wrapped around a cup of lukewarm coffee, as she exchanged a few words with her husband, Connor. They had a rare quiet moment between cases, and even though the hustle of the ER surrounded them, it was almost peaceful.
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“So, do you have time to grab a bite before your next case?” Connor asked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. He had a way of easing the stress of the shift, always finding the smallest moments to enjoy.
Y/N was about to respond when she glanced through the lounge window into the hall. Her stomach lurched, and she immediately tensed.
Connor caught her shift in posture. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Before she could answer, she saw him. Her ex. Standing in the middle of the hallway, talking to a nurse. Her heart skipped a beat, and panic threatened to surge. It had been months since they’d last crossed paths, and seeing him again—here, at Med—felt like the world had just spun out of control.
“Hey, you okay?” Connor asked, noticing her distracted gaze. She forced a smile.
“Yeah, just thought I saw someone I knew,” she said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her. She knew she couldn’t let Connor know who it was, not yet. He’d know, though, he always noticed the subtle shifts in her demeanor. But this? This was different. She wasn’t about to ruin the small moment of peace they had.
They both got up, walking to the elevator. As they made their way up to the OR for Connor’s next surgery, Y/N’s heart rate remained elevated, her mind racing with a mixture of old memories and unwanted anxiety. She was fine. She was fine. But as soon as they reached the operating room, she saw her ex again, standing by the surgical board.
He spotted her, a grin creeping onto his face, and he started walking toward her.
“Y/N,” he called, his voice smooth and cocky, the way it always used to be.
She froze, her face tight with controlled discomfort, and Connor noticed immediately, his protective instincts kicking in.
“Do you need something?” Y/N asked coolly, her back stiffening. Connor’s hand brushed against hers instinctively, a silent offer of support, but she didn’t pull away.
Her ex took another step forward. “Just wanted to catch up,” he said, his smile far too familiar.
Y/N’s eyes darted to Connor, but he wasn’t getting the vibe. Instead, he was too busy focusing on the surgery prep.
“I’m fine,” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “Just here to drop off some papers and say goodbye. We’re both busy.”
Her ex chuckled, leaning in too close. “You look good, Y/N. Really good. Too bad we couldn’t make things work.”
Her body stiffened. She was so done with this, with everything he represented. She took a step back, holding her ground, trying to shake the memories of a time when this man was the cause of so much hurt in her life.
Before she could say anything, he stepped forward again, too fast, too close, brushing against her arm, and that’s when it happened. Connor, just returning from the prep room, saw the familiar stance of Y/N’s ex. His protective instincts flared.
“Hey, back off,” Connor’s voice was low, but the tone brooked no argument. Y/N hadn’t noticed how tense her shoulders had become until now, and she sighed in relief at Connor’s presence.
Her ex smirked, leaning in a little too much, “I think she wants to hear me out, don’t you think?”
Without warning, Connor stepped in, his hand landing on his ex’s chest with enough force to stop him from advancing further. “You heard my wife. Back off. Now.”
Y/N’s ex sneered. “What, she’s married now? How’d you manage that? She was always so—”
Connor cut him off, his voice calm but stern, “I don’t care about your past with her. But if you ever try that again, you’ll regret it.” His eyes were icy as he stared his ex down, every inch of him exuding confidence and strength.
Y/N took a step forward, her voice shaking but firm. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that again. I’m nothing to you anymore, and I haven’t been for a long time. So stay the hell away from me.”
Her ex opened his mouth to say something else, but Connor’s hand on his chest was enough to silence him. With a huff, he stepped back, eyes narrowed in frustration, before he walked off in the direction of the surgery board.
Connor immediately turned to Y/N, his hands on her arms. “You okay?”
She nodded, though she felt her pulse racing from the confrontation. Connor gently pulled her into him, holding her close for a moment. “He’s not worth it. But you’re safe now. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”
Y/N rested her head against his chest, trying to steady her breath. “I thought I was past it, but seeing him again… It brought everything back.”
“I know,” Connor murmured, kissing the top of her head. “But you’re with me now. And he doesn’t get to control your life anymore.” He tightened his grip around her. “I’m always here, okay? And you’re safe with me.”
She nodded, a sense of calm finally washing over her as she allowed herself to take in his warmth, feeling the comfort of being in his arms. He was the man she had always deserved, the one who would protect her, the one who wouldn’t make her feel small.
As the tension eased, Y/N looked up at him with a soft smile. “Thank you. You always know what to do.”
Connor smiled back, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “I’ll always protect you.”
And with that, they walked into the OR together—Y/N, grateful for the man at her side who always had her back, and Connor, always ready to keep her safe, no matter what.
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Love so proud of you for getting out of that relationship they didn’t deserve you! I hope this brings some needed comfort 🫶🏻
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karatekels · 1 year ago
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An Honest Man - Part 2
It’s Part 2 of dioswry’s request! (Part 1 here)
Will Terry win Reader over? I mean, yeah, obviously, but let’s find out how! Enjoy!
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The red light is beeping on your answering machine when you get home.
You push the button, and Terry’s smooth voice comes out of the speaker, asking you to dinner.
See, you had told her that giving out your personal information would let him dig up all sorts of things about you. You were half-surprised he hadn’t been camping out on your lawn when you got home. Realizing you’ve spaced out, you hit replay, listening to the message again.
“Hey Y/N, it’s Terry,” he says, and you don’t like how casually he begins the message, like you talked all the time and were close friends or something. “I hope you don’t mind, though I suspect you do, but your friend gave me your number at dinner last night. Don’t give her too hard of a time; I practically begged her for it. Listen, all I’m asking for is a chance, alright? One dinner, and then I never bother you again if that’s what you want, okay?”
He provides his number, and you jot it down, not wanting to have to go through the message a third time. You glare at the number as if it was the man himself, weighing your options. You truly didn’t think he would kill you, no matter what you’d told your friend at work. Maybe he would be a man of his word and leave you alone. You could survive one meal, and you could make it clear that you weren’t interested. Sighing, you pick up the phone, dialing his number.
He picks it up after the first ring.
“You know, I’m actually quite surprised you’ve called me back.” You can hear the smug smile in his voice, and bite your tongue. “Does this mean I’m about to hear a resounding ‘yes’ from you about letting me take you to dinner?”
“Why is this so important to you?” you ask instead of responding to his question. “You could have almost every other woman you wanted, my friend included, by the way. What does it have to be me?”
“I find myself intrigued by you, Y/N, and not only for your beauty. I’m happy to explain myself more over dinner. Plus, your friend told me about your superhuman ability to detect lies, so you really have nothing to lose, yeah?”
There’s a long stretch of silence as you ponder things over. Finally, you sigh. “Alright, fine. When do you want to do this?”
“It’s wonderful, hearing this kind of enthusiasm from a woman. I’ll be at your house in…twenty minutes.”
“How do you know my – you know what, nevermind, I don’t want to know. Okay, Terry, one quick meal, and you don’t expect anything in return, right?”
“I’m offended that you would question my chivalry, doll,” Terry responds with mock offense, and you can’t help but crack a grin. “See you soon.”
“Right. Okay. Bye.”
You hang up, standing in your living room in silence for a moment, contemplating your life decisions, before sprinting to your bedroom, throwing open the closet door. Just because you didn’t want to impress this guy didn’t mean you didn’t want to look nice for your date, you reason to yourself, going through your options quickly. You settle on a pretty blue button-up blouse, a black skirt that hits you mid-thigh, and a pair of strappy sandals. Throwing your hair up in a slightly more formal up-do, you touch up your makeup and try to remind yourself to breathe.
There’s a knock at the door, and you close your eyes, steeling yourself for the evening. One dinner, that’s all, you remind yourself. You wouldn’t be mean, but you would be clear, and let him know that you weren’t interested. You could do this.
Opening the door, you see Terry leaning against the doorframe, looking down at you with a charming smile that has you smiling back despite yourself. How dare he look this excited; it made him harder to shoot down.
“Wow, you look great!” he compliments, and you’re struck by the sincerity, not detecting any of his usual façade. That was…weird…
“Thanks Terry, so do you!”
You could pay the man a compliment without it meaning anything, right? And he did look good, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up and revealing his muscular forearms… Terry looks past you into your apartment, fortunately seeming to not notice you checking him out, and smiles brightly at something he sees.
“Hey, you kept them! I was worried you would just throw them away or something!” You turn, and see that he’s noticed the flowers he’d sent you, taking up the vast majority of your coffee table, the blooms trailing over the sides like they were spreading.
“I’m not heartless, you know,” you snap at him, though your tone is light and teasing as you close the door and lock it behind you. “Thank you, by the way. They’re lovely,” you tack on hastily, and he merely smiles at you, walking with you to the limousine and opening the door for you, gesturing for you to enter first. Was a limo really necessary? you wonder, hoping he’s not trying to win you over with a show of wealth. He slides in beside you, leaving a respectful amount of space between you but leaning towards you, clearly showing his interest. You tuck your hair behind your ears as you blush lightly, trying not to let on that you saw what he was doing.
Terry provides the driver with an address, and the partition separating the two of you from the cab snaps shut, leaving you in privacy.
“So…” Terry begins theatrically, looming over you with excitement in his eyes. “Out with it.”
“W-What?” you stammer, confused.
“What do you mean, ‘what’? I’ve braced myself for a whole interrogation here!” he exclaims, grinning down at you. “Look, I know you don’t trust me, and I know you’ve got an eye for people putting up an act, and I want to change that. So go ahead, ask me anything.” He holds his arms out in a show of vulnerability. You cock your head at him.
“Why?”
“I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific,” he jokes. “Why what?”
“Why do you want me to trust you, go out with you? Why do you care about this so much?” you clarify, watching his face for anything that gives him away.
“I don’t know, Y/N, there’s just something about you that really makes me want to find out how you tick. Seeing you at the party watching everyone, taking stock of everything, you fascinated me. I wanted to get to know you.” You consider this explanation. You didn’t get the sense that he was lying, but something felt…off.
“Are you telling me the truth?”
“Come on, we both know you’d be able to tell if I was lying. I’m telling you the truth.”
“Are you telling me the whole truth?”
There’s a long pause. Finally, he laughs under his breath. “I should hire you for my legal team or something. You’re good.” You can’t help but preen a little, pleased that you’ve got him in the act and that it seems to have impressed him.
“Out with it, then. What are you leaving out?”
“Alright, fine. The truth is…you promise you won’t laugh at me?” he asks, giving you puppy dog eyes and a sad pout.
“I can’t promise that,” you reply stoically, before you lift one side of your mouth in a lopsided grin. He makes a show of huffing, but then leans in towards you conspiratorially, throwing an arm along the back of your headrest.
“The truth is, I’m not used to people not trying to get something out of me. When you iced me out when we met, I was kind of fascinated by you. I wanted to get to know you, especially knowing you weren’t going to put up a mask. I guess we’re kind of the same in that way…”
“But you had a mask up when we met!” you protest, and he locks eyes with you, lifting a dark eyebrow.
“Did I? I definitely schmoozed with some potential business partners at the party, and I know you saw that, but I don’t remember trying anything with you specifically. I didn’t want to.”
You considered this. He hadn’t really said or done anything that set off any alarm bells, but there was something about him that seemed…dangerous.
“There’s just something about you that feels like…you’re hiding something. I feel like I have to be wary around you, and I don’t know why.” A bit of your frustration leaks into your tone, and you look up to him, pleading for an explanation. You didn’t like being out of the loop.
“Are you sure it’s not just that pretty little head of yours trying to make excuses not to fall for me?” he lays it on thick, moving imperceptibly further into your personal space. You feel yourself blush, and pretend you don’t notice.
“Stop deflecting!”
“You’re blushing. I think you like me coming onto you.”
“You’re doing it again!”
“So are you!” he taunts, giving you a wicked grin, and you harrumph, folding your arms across your chest.
“You first,” you insist, refusing to give in. He puts his hands up and surrender and nods, but then a stormy expression steals across his face. He seems hesitant, almost afraid, as he tries to put things into words.
“Are you sure you want to know? It’s not exactly first-date material.”
“I’m sure. Besides, this isn’t a date,” you tease him, trying to help him relax. He gives you a smile, but it’s a sad one.
“I was in ‘Nam.”
You give his comment the moment of silence that it deserves. You don’t question yourself as you reach out to lay your hand over his, stroking the back of it soothingly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, I don’t like to talk about it; it really messed me up. But I learned how to hurt people; I did hurt people, and worse.” His eyes take on a sad, distant look, and your heart breaks a little for this man. “I still fight, you know, I can’t help it, but it’s through karate, where there are rules and things that give it structure, and you’re either on the mat or you’re off, and there no one can touch you. But I do my best to hide it because I don’t want to come across as a threat to people.”
I don’t want to come across as a threat to you, his eyes seem to say.
You think you may be starting to understand Terry Silver a bit more. Not all of his hiding was for show; some of it was for self-preservation, for his own sanity. You could respect that. He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the sombre mood, and you don’t resist, not wanting him to dwell in that place in his mind any more than necessary.
“Alright, your turn. So, we were talking about how you were falling in love with me?” He turns the topic back to you with a hopeful tone, grinning at you like the Cheshire Cat, and you can’t help but giggle in response.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Now who’s deflecting?”
“Fine! No, I’m not falling in love with you; I don’t even know you!”
“But you’re going to,” he states matter-of-factly, as though this was an inevitability. “Then what?”
“I don’t know, Terry, I’ve never been in love before,” you admit, and you’re not sure why.
“You’re kidding. Really?”
“Is that so hard to believe?”
“Well…yeah. You’re so thoughtful and smart, and kind – well, not to me,” he can’t resist teasing you, “but to your friend, at least. Surely someone’s been sweet on you at some point,” he insists, and you bite your lip, uncomfortable with the insinuation. “And you’re shy. It’s sweet. How could you not have been with someone who appreciates all that?”
You’re flustered, and try to think of how to respond, but before you can the limo comes to a stop, and you hear the driver’s door open, coming to open the door. The man swings the door open, holding it open for you both.
“This isn’t over!” Terry exclaims with mock bravado, hopping out of the car and offering you a hand, which you accept, feeling your palm tingle against his.
“Your interrogation will continue over dinner,” he announces, and you’re not dreading it as much as you thought you should.
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Terry leads you to a private booth in a quiet corner of the restaurant; this time, you don’t get the sense that he’s trying to show off, but that he enjoys his privacy. You can relate to that, and even appreciate the gesture. You both take a few minutes to peruse the menu and a server takes your order, returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“So, do I get to ask you the hard questions now?” he asks, a hopeful tone in his voice. The way the candlelight casts shadows on his face, making his eyes glitter, gives you butterflies, and you take a measured sip of your wine to hide the smile you can feel coming. When did this start feeling like a date for you? You nod at him, narrowing your eyes in suspicion as you brace for the worst.
“Why are you so guarded all the time? For all your criticism and judgement about people putting up masks, you sure do distance yourself a lot.”
You open your mouth to deny it, but then think things over.
“I guess I see it differently. I don’t feel like I’m putting on a mask; I’m just trying to remove myself from the situation entirely.”
“But why?” Terry presses. “Why do you try to prevent people from getting to know you?”
You take a rather large sip of wine, hoping it will give you confidence.
“If people can’t get close, they can’t hurt you when they leave.”
Terry mulls this over, considering you from across the table, before sliding over closer to you in the booth. He covers your hand with his own, and the gesture makes you feel like he’s squeezing you tightly in a hug.
“I get wanting to protect yourself,” he agrees, and you share a look of understanding, “but too much and you’re keeping out the good with the bad, right?”
You sigh, nodding rather reluctantly. “I know you’re right, but I’ve been at it so long, I don’t know how to stop being this way.”
“Going out with me seems to be a good first step,” he suggests cheekily, and you polish off your glass of wine instead of responding. A moment passes, and Terry gives you a smile that takes your breath away, seeming pleased that you have stopped denying that you’re on a date.
By the time your food arrives, you’re seated close enough that your knees touch.
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Your planned quick dinner has stretched into a very enjoyable evening, and you couldn’t find it in you to mind. The two of you seemed to have more in common than you initially thought, and knowing the reasoning behind his defensiveness had really alleviated your concerns. Terry had been charming, but not in a way that set you on edge, and he did seem genuinely interested in you, asking you thoughtful questions and bringing up things that you’d told him earlier in the night.
The server brings over a beautiful dessert, placing it between the two of you, and you share it, your spoons dancing around one another.
One side of Terry’s mouth lifts up in an amused smile, and he reaches up to your face, holding your chin still. You barely suppress a shudder; he’s never been this intimately close before. You can’t remember feeling this intimate with anyone before.
“You have chocolate on your lip,” he explains, staring at your mouth. You fight the urge to reflexively swallow, or lick your lips, knowing he would notice.
“…Oh,” is all you can say, exhaling shakily.
“Can I?” is all he asks, his eyes darkening. Your mouth goes dry, and you find yourself unable to move your eyes away from his; they’re pinning you in place just as his hand under your chin is. You nod minutely, humming a noise of assent. He bends his head towards yours, and your eyes flutter closed…
The kiss is electric from the instant he seals his lips with yours. He coaxes your mouth to respond, and you find yourself instinctively mirroring his actions, pressing yourself up against his side while his hand moves from your chin up the side of your face to your cheek, tilting your face to just the right angle. His tongue darts out, swiping the chocolate off of your lip, and you gasp against his mouth, feeling so suddenly hot all over. He slows things down, breaking the kiss to give you time to catch your breath, and leans back slightly, resting his head against the booth.
“See? Letting people get close isn’t all bad, now is it?” he says smugly. You roll your eyes, sticking out your tongue childishly, which was probably a poor choice on your part, as Terry’s eyes dart down to your mouth and in an instant he’s pulled you in for another searing kiss, chasing your tongue with his lips. Without thinking, you respond to everything building up inside you, letting out an audible moan against his lips. He shudders at the sound, and you spring away from him, embarrassed. His eyes glint at you in the flickering candlelight, and his breath is coming a bit heavier to him as he stares you down with a hungry look.
“Let’s get out of here.”
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You’ve spent the first half of the ride home nearly in Terry’s lap, kissing. You’ve twined your arms around his neck, making sure he remains in kissing distance, and he’s reached across you both to pull your leg up, his fingers toying with the sensitive spot behind your knee in a way that nearly has you vibrating.
You break apart, and he lowers his head further, kissing along your jaw before moving slowly down your neck. You’re starting to feel lightheaded, and overwhelmed.
“You tell me if we’re moving too fast for you, alright doll?” Terry murmurs against your neck, running his nose up and down.
“It – it’s a bit fast,” you’re able to admit breathlessly, struggling to keep your eyes focused. “And not private.” Terry pulls back immediately, giving you a sweet kiss on your lips.
“Don’t wait for me to ask, alright? We can stop at any time; I know that you’re new to this. You won’t upset me or anything, okay?”
You give him a shy smile, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Okay. Thank you, Terry,” you reply, leaning your head against his shoulder. He can’t resist pulling you a little closer, his arm wrapped around you, and he kisses the top of your head affectionately.
“Hey, what did you mean by private?” he asks curiously. “It’s just us back here.”
“Yeah but, your driver…”
“Well, I would hope he has his eyes on the road. Plus, the partition is closed,” he points out. “So don’t worry – you can have your wicked way with me and no one would be any the wiser!” You give him a playful shove in response, but he pulls you back to him without pause. You feel comfortable together.
“But, what does he do when he’s not driving you around? Does he just wait in the car?” you press, your curiosity getting the better of you. It just seemed strange to have someone waiting at your beck and call all the time, especially on a date or something.
“What if I invited you in for a drink or something?” you continue, but immediately regret it as Terry’s eyes light up at the question, a wolfish smile spreading across his face.
“Let’s find out!”
“What?!” you ask incredulously, trying to pull him back as he lunges across the limo to the cab, tearing open the partition. “No!”
“Hey, Larry! What do you do when you’re not driving this car?”
“Terry!” you shriek, scandalized. He continues speaking with the driver as though you haven’t spoken.
“Like if Y/N was to invite me back to her place for a drink,” he says, turning to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at you. You bury your face in your hands, feeling like your blush was still managing to radiate outwards through your fingers. “What would you do while we were uh…drinking?”
You let out a muffled screech through your hands.
“I usually just find a place to park the car and wait, Mr. Silver. Usually I bring a book with me if I need to pass the time.”
“Hey, that’s no way to live! Tell you what, take the rest of the night off. I’ll walk home after my…drink, or call Margaret to figure something out,” Terry says. “I couldn’t very well drive when…intoxicated,” he says, grinning at you like a loon.
“Thank you, Mr. Silver,” the driver replies, pulling up to your driveway. Terry hops out of the car, practically giddy, and extends a hand to help you out of the limo, but you pointedly ignore it.
“You’re awful,” you say scathingly, stomping past him to your front door. He quickly follows after you, laughing quietly to himself, catching up to you as you open the front door and storm inside. You don’t slam the door in his face, so Terry assumes he has permission to enter.
“Hey, listen, we don’t have to do anything. I just really like riling you up and –”
You cut him off, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and tugging him down to you so you could kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him, kicking the front door shut behind him.
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While no drinks have been poured, you certainly feel a bit tipsy, curled up half on your couch, half on Terry, making out with him as though your life depended on it. He has one hand tangled in your hair, turning your head this way and that, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he wants; you appreciate the guidance, still very insecure about your lack of experience. His other hand is lightly tracing patterns along your back, making you arch your body towards him, your entire being tingling at his touches.
Terry moans your name against your lips and you shiver. You feel him tense up for a moment before he resumes working magic against your lips. He moans your name again, and again, you feel a shudder move through you. He breaks the kiss, leaning away from you suddenly.
“You get turned on when I say your name!” He exclaims, grinning widely and seeming greatly pleased with this discovery. You feel yourself blush, and you look away from him, embarrassed. He tilts your chin towards him, but you keep your eyes turned down. “Hey, don’t get all embarrassed. It’s hot.”
“It is?” you ask, your eyes flicking up to his, trying to detect the lie.
“Are you kidding? Feeling you react like that to something I’m doing? Hell yes it’s hot!”
He pulls you back to him once more, kissing you passionately, running his hands down your sides to your hips, pulling them closer and getting you to recline against the couch in the process. Terry leans over you, keeping his weight off of you and kissing you like he wanted to take your breath away.
“I want to help you figure out everything that gets you off, Y/N,” he breathes, kneading your hips with his hands. “I’d like to make it my top priority…”
He slips his hands underneath your shirt, but seems content to stroke your waist and stomach, not pushing for anything further. Still, you could feel yourself starting to lose control, and as good as this was, you don’t think you were ready for Terry to do anything more with you just yet. Remembering what he’d told you on the way home, you gathered your courage.
“Terry, wait,” you say, trying to enunciate clearly against his mouth. To his credit, he removes his hands immediately, lifting his head to stare into your eyes at a more respectable distance.
“Sorry, doll, I lost myself for a minute there. You are entirely too good at this,” he says, teasing you lightly as he helps you sit up.
“It won’t happen again,” he vows. “And if you’re still not sure about it, you could always tie me up…” he grins at you cheekily. You giggle, a thrill going through you at the idea, and at the image that that brings up…
“Thank you, Terry,” you say sincerely, appreciating his respect of your boundaries. “I just don’t think I’m ready to let you…go any further yet.” You were more than a little self-conscious, and you didn’t think you wanted to be any more exposed, any more vulnerable just yet.
“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N, I’m happy to take things slow. Hell, it took me nearly a week to get you to agree to go out with me in the first place!”
You smile at him, feeling at ease once more, and can’t help but drink him in with your eyes. While you weren’t ready to experience any more quite yet, you wouldn’t mind seeing a little more of him. Maybe… doing a little more for him?
Terry clocks the way you blush and bite your lip immediately, his eyes zeroing in on your face like he’s trying to read your thoughts. “What? What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing…”
“No wonder you hate people lying; you’re terrible at it yourself. Come on, tell me!” He insists, bouncing on your couch excitably.
“Really, it’s not –”
“It was something dirty, wasn’t it? Please tell me?” he asks, pouting at you. You hesitate.
“Okay fine. But can you please control yourself? No interrupting, no jokes? I’m probably going to ramble…” Terry mimes zipping his lips up, and you narrow your eyes at him, wondering if he can contain himself. “And I’m not looking at you, or there’s no way I’ll be able to get this out.”
He bats his eyes at you innocently, not making a sound. You pointedly turn away, staring at your hands instead.
“You know that I’m basically completely new to all this. I’ve done more with you tonight than I’ve ever done with anyone else. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t want to be…bad at this.” Your eyes move from the floor to Terry’s knees.
“I’m feeling really self-conscious about myself, and I don’t think I’m comfortable doing anything more tonight, when it comes to…exploring my body, or whatever,” you make a face, feeling stupid. You distantly recognize that Terry hasn’t interrupted yet with appreciation.
“But this feels good, and for some reason I don’t seem to have the same reservations about taking things a little bit further on…your end.”
You think you hear Terry take a sudden breath, but you aren’t sure; your blood is pumping in your ears too loudly to hear clearly. Bracing yourself, you prepare to do something brazen.
“I want to do something for you, but I don’t know how.” You slowly slide off of the couch, kneeling on the carpet and moving to sit between Terry’s legs. “Can you teach me how?” you ask softly, staring as far up his thighs as you can bring yourself to.
Silence.
He’s taken his promise to keep quiet far too seriously, and now you’re going to have to look at him. What if he said no? What if this was a stupid idea?
“You want me to teach you how to give me head?” he asks incredulously, and you force yourself to look up at him. Instead of…whatever you had been expecting, Terry is looking down at you with surprise.
“If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I just thought…”
“No no no!” he interjects hastily, laughing breathlessly. “Baby girl, that is not the issue here. I’m just surprised is all. Don’t you think you should be comfortable looking at my dick first?” he points out, giving you a silly grin, and you blush. He was right; you hadn’t been able to look at him even through his clothes.
“I want to,” you insist, placing one hand rather high on his thigh, feeling him tense up. Feeling bolstered by this response, you force your eyes up to his lap, taking in his tented trousers. Your eyelids feel heavy for some reason, and you lick your lips.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Terry breathes, letting out a groan. “You look so fucking sexy like that, on your knees, licking your lips for me.”
You sit yourself up, putting a hand on each of his knees and sliding them up his thighs. “Please tell me how to do this?”
Terry throws his head back against the couch, taking a deep breath. After a moment, he tilts his head back down, looking down at you.
“I mean, fuck yes, baby, I’d love it if you did that for me, and I’m more than happy to help you learn. But we’ll go slow, alright? At your pace, the whole time, and we can stop whenever you need to. I won’t be angry or disappointed or anything if you change your mind.”
You nod, swallowing heavily, not seeming able to take your eyes off of the outline of his cock through his pants.
“Touch me, Y/N,” he encourages, his voice husky. Biting your lip, you lay a hand over his crotch, feeling the prominent bulge. He felt huge, and rock hard. You lick your lips again.
“Take it out when you’re ready, baby,” he says softly, reaching down to stroke your cheek. Your hands are shaking slightly but you don’t waste any time, leaning over to grip his belt in both hands and unbuckle it. Terry’s breath sounds measured, and you think he’s trying to restrain himself. The thought makes you feel powerful, and appreciative that he’s being considerate. All the more reason to do this.
You unbutton his pants, tugging them down his hips along with his underwear, feeling resistance as his cock tries to remain at attention. You lift up the waistband of his underwear, and he helps you, lifting his hips and helping you pull his clothes off fully, his cock on full display. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you reach for it eagerly.
“Lick your hand first,” he suggests. “Less friction that way.” You oblige, coating your palm and fingers in your saliva, feeling decidedly naughty as you do so, and grip his shaft, your fingers barely coming together around him. You stroke him slowly, getting more comfortable, and Terry offers you the occasional bit of advice – “If you just move your wrist, and not your whole arm, you won’t get sore by the end” – but seems largely content to “let you have your way with him,” as he put it earlier in the night.
Your curiosity gets the better of you after awhile, and you move closer, inclining your head towards his cock.
“Stick your tongue and flat, and lick the underside, right here,” he says, indicating to a spot just below the head of his cock, and you lean in to do so, looking up at him for approval.
“Fucking hell, baby, you look amazing; you feel amazing,” he groans, stroking your cheek. You moan in response, and his hips buck up slightly from the vibrations, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Feeling more confident, you lick his cock all over, giving it the occasional kiss as you coat him in saliva until his cock is slippery.
“Will you suck me, baby?” he asks, a twinge of desperation in his tone, and you feel such a fierce pride at having evoked such a reaction from him. Leaning over him, you open your mouth, sealing your lips around the head and sucking gently, running your tongue along the same spot he’d shown you, and he swears loudly above you, his tone almost guttural.
“Shit, Y/N, you’re a natural,” he groans, and you see him fighting to keep his eyes open. “Try to take me deeper if you can, baby, please.”
You bob your head, trying to take more of him into your throat with every stroke. You know there’s no way you can take all of him, especially this first time, but you do your best, occasionally gagging when his cock hits the back of your throat, forcing a strangled scream out of him. Your jaw is starting to get sore after awhile, but this feels so good. You feel…sexy…seeing how what you’re doing is affecting him, and understand his response to you liking him saying your name a bit better now.
“Y/N, you have to stop baby girl, I’m about to come!” he warns, his voice tense, but instead of stopping, you only increase the pace, trying to take him in deeper, suck him harder, faster…
“Fuck, I’m coming!” he growls, thrusting his hips upwards, and you feel him cum into your mouth, tasting salty and masculine and… like Terry, somehow. He looks down at you, breathing hard. “You can spit it o –”
You swallow, blinking up at him, and his jaw drops.
“What?” you ask, playing up your innocence just a bit, smiling coyly at him. He lets out a noise of exasperation, and you giggle, running your fingers over your swollen lips. That had been fun.
Seemingly having recovered, Terry tugs you back onto the couch and into his lap, kissing you soundly. He rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes.
“Y/N, it doesn’t have to be today, but… when can I return the favour?”
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The juxtaposition of Terry being so adamant about consent after literally stalking the reader for nearly a week is hilarious to me. I know he may seem a bit OOC, but I did my best and hope you all still enjoyed it and found the Terry we all love in this!
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ge-get · 1 year ago
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Shota Aizawa x (man)reader
>>a/n : Hello, I would like to advise that this is not suitable for people under 18. read my article. Because it's too 'obscene' And I might not be that good at English. If I accidentally made a typo, please forgive me.
Warning : NSFW Aizawa's tongue is pierced, rude, talk dirty , The reader is a man.
Introduction : Shota is your best friend. What do you and him usually do together like playing music in the street and and of course. You and He are over 20.You were sitting in his apartment watching TV with him. Of course it's a ghost movie.
The red text is Aizawa Shota.
and the blue text is the reader.
Good luck to you
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You and him were sitting on the couch watching a movie. He moved closer to you when he noticed you starting to tremble in fear. In the movie, this scene is a bit scary. You picked up the pillow that was on the sofa and hugged it and your whole body tensed. Of course he noticed it. He gently rubbed your head to comfort you.
Just as he was about to pat your head. You chose to excuse yourself to bed first, getting off the sofa and heading to his bedroom. He was in no mood to continue watching the movie. What fun would it be if you weren't there? He chose to follow you into the bedroom.
Immediately turn off the TV and walk to the bedroom. Knock gently on the door a few times. and opened it to find that you weren't asleep yet
“Can't you sleep?"
He said as he walked over and sat at the foot of the bed.
“A little bit, that movie was too scary."
Hearing this, he chuckled and rubbed your head out of habit.
“Don't be afraid, it's just a movie.”
“But it's scary... Tonight, I want to sleep in your bed.” You pursed your lips slightly.
He moved to sit closer to where you were lying. “So can I sleep next to you?... Please don't make me sleep on the sofa like last time. That caused a lot of back pain.” He stood up and walked over to the work table where the beer sat. Of course, he planned to drink it. He picked up the beer can and began to drink it. “Hey, I just found out you drink beer.” You walked closer to him. He drank it all and put the beer can on the table. He didn't answer your question and picked up another can of beer and handed it to you. “I never drink And I don't plan on drinking it.”
Hearing that, he chose to drink it instead of you. You now have a head full of questions about Shota's drinking. Of course you've never seen him drink. “How does the beer taste?” You tilted your head at him, questioning him. “It tastes like bitter medicine. The only difference is that beer is not good for your health.” He answered and still he answered and continued to drink. Beer cans are getting lighter. The amount of liquid that What was left made him debate for a moment. before deciding to down again Finally in the mouth Let the awful taste slowly flow down your throat. “Wow, you drank the whole can of mango.” “shut up" He turned to look at you again. and found that you were staring at him as well. “Hey...”
"what?" You smiled at him as you waited for him to continue.
“Want to try kissing?”
'Wait – what the fuck did I accidentally say just now? Damm, I only drank 2 cans of beer. Why are me so drunk? ' He thought to himself.
But... He realized it again. The awful taste that still lingers. The tip of the tongue had been replaced bya soft lick. The heat was secretly hidden with sweetness, slowly melting into his being. In the end, You is still the person he always loses to, and this time too.
But now you feel like your body is hot. Until I had to lift my shirt up over my chest. Let him lean in, close his lips, gnaw on his teeth, and graze on the white, smooth skin as he pleases.You were slightly startled by small tongue piercing jewelry. It was buried in a hot, wet tongue brushing past your nipple. Then he lightly bit it with his teeth and sucked it until it made a lewd sound that made his face heat up. “Ah!... I wasn't prepared.” You said in a trembling voice. Before he gently pulled your nipples and he licked them until they were both red.
“I didn't buy any condoms either.”
Thank you very much for reading until the end!!!
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potatowithahat · 7 months ago
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The Bidding
A fic where Astarion and all the bg3 companions are put up for auction after being captured by the mind flairs instead of being infected 
Astarion didn't even know how he got here. 
       Ok. Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration.  Actually,  it was just completely false. Astarion knew exactly what happened.  He was out, hunting for casador and picked the wrong target.  Again *he's gonna actually kill me this time* Astarion thought to himself and he's lead in shackles down the long corridor with the other prisoners *just my luck, picking a trafficker. And on a blood moon, of all nights.  How unbelievably ironic* Honestly,  Asterion wasn't mad. Anything to get him away from cazador. Actually, he was a little flattered, if anything. *Him, pretty enough to be targeted for elven trafficking. It was nice to feel wanted.  Maybe if he's lucky,, hell get stuck in some brothel for the rest of his long existence, or more likely until most of the staff die. if he's unlucky, which he always is, Casador would find him and he'd probably be getting a new poem to accompany the one on his back* 
       "Hey, blondie" a guard snaps and pulls Asterion back from his thoughts 
      "Actually,  my hair is white, so I'd apr…" Astarion starts, but gets cut off by the guard again 
      "Don't care knife ears. Get in 'ere before I bring out the Consequences" the guard roughly shoves Astarion into the doorway they had stopped at and closes it behind him 
      "Ashole" Astarion yells out through the door and is met by laughter from the opposite side
      "Well fuck me then" Astarion huffs and slides down on the door 
       "Oh I'm sure someone will" a voice smooth as butter calls out from the pitch darkness in the room.
 Astarions head snaps up as he scans the room. It's smaller than he expected,  probably no bigger than the smallest closet at cazadors manor (which, admittedly,  was still quite large for a closet). Off to one side there was a changing screen and a range of various lavish silk outfits on a small rack besides it.  On the other side of the room there was a  small, metal table, not too akin to that one might find at an alchemist. The small room, was admittedly a lot more posh than Astarion expected 
       Standing next to the table was a tall half elf man. He was wearing blue robes, and stood like he knew what he was doing down to a science
     *ok, so this is one of those places* Astarion stands up and plasters a smile on his face "I'm sure I can darling" Asterion saunters over to the table and leans against it "how may I be of service" Astarion says, his voice dripping with charm and seduction,  just like he'd practiced all these years of hunting 
      The tall half elf gives a half chuckle and wipes his hands with a towel "oh, nothing for me doll.  I'm just here to get you ready. I'm Osorin" the man smiles and steps over to the rack of clothes 
      "Ready for what, exactly?" Astarion huffs and follows Osorin. 
      "Oh, the bidding darling" Osorin waves his hand dismissively and glances back at Astarion "what size are you? Actually,  never mind. Just take the armor off" 
      Astarion blinks "excuse me?" 
      Osorin chuckles "oh, you're new, aren't you?" He pulls off a frilly white shirt that looks about Astarions size "the bidding. A weekly auction for the finest companions baldur's gate has to offer"
      *fuck, fuck. It's one of these places* Astarion had assumed,  up to this point, that maybe he'd be stuck doing some sex work for the rest of his life, But he wouldn't be tied down to someone.  But one person? Being owned was just.. too oppressive for his tastes.  What if they get bored of him? What if they're just like cazador? Astarion shudders.  His life with cazador was pure shit, but he'd heard many a tale of his 'siblings' who had it much worse  
      "When is it?" Astarion chokes out, his voice suddenly trying desperately not to comply with his wishes to speak 
      "Tonight,  just after dawn" Osorion pulls out a pair of tight fitting pants "now,  If you want any chance of getting chosen,  I suggest you get changed so that we can start on cosmetics"
     Astarion managed a grumbled "fine" and quickly changed into the outfit while Osorin stepped over to the table once again 
     "Now dear, let's do something wit this face of yours" Osorin smiles and pats the table 
      "What about my face? I'm sure your patrons will find it pleasant" Astarion smirks, suddenly finding his voice again *have to keep it up* he plasters on another cheeky grin and sits down on the table in front of Osorin 
     Osorin pulls Astarions face closer to him and inspects his skin, poking and prodding at it "how old are you? You can't be over 40 with skin like this"
       Ah, one of Astarions perks of being undead.  *probably best to keep it a secret for now* Astarion clicks his tongue "ah, ah, ah. Don't you know it's rude to ask an elf his age? I'm of age,  I Can assure you" Astarion chuckles but frowns as Orson gives him a disappointed look 
     "Yes, well we'll need an accurate age for our clients. Any medical conditions?" Orson continues to manhandle Astarions face, reaching out and tracking the point of his ears " you're not clipped, which is a good sign.  The short hair is odd though"
     Astarion flinches away from the man's touch "i like it short" he clips 
     "Ah, probably a rebellion from your parents then.  What's your name pixie?" Osirn pulls out a small scroll and a quill from his pockets 
     "Astarion" Astarion whispers under his breath,  ashamed and knowing exactly where this conversation is about to go
     "Astarion" Orson looks up at Astarion again,  slightly surprised " you don't even have your adult name? How old are you?"
     "245" Astarion grumbles 
     "a runaway then? Can't be a slave, you'd be flagged by our detection system. Hmmm.. how curious" Osorin stares at Astarion for a couple more seconds before it seems to click in his head.  The skin, the red eyes,the age, short hair, two little puncture marks.. "You're a vampire spawn,  aren't you? How old were you when you turned?"
      "39" Astarion looks away from the half elf, embarrassed 
     "Oh so young young" Orson grins from ear to ear "if I play my cards right here I can get you sold by the end of the night" Orson scrambles back to the rack of clothes 
     "here we go" Astarion grumbles 
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As always, requests are always welcome!!! I love writing and I need the inspiration
Not interested in those? No problem! You can skip straight to the rest of The Bidding Here!
Also, if you liked what you just read you might be interested in my other works both here on tumblr and over on my Ao3 page.
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bitchlessdino · 2 years ago
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guilty pleasure pt.2
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Pairing: Jihoon x f!reader x Mingyu
Genre: smut, some plot
Word count: 3.3k
Tags: mingyu and reader pov, siatuationship!mingyu awkward moments, producer!woozi, dumb banter, subby gyu, ma'am, choking (giving)
Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.
author note: im so tired yall, why does life get so busy like this? Anyways hello! I'm glad you guys are enjoying the series so fair. Im unsure how many chapters there will be but expect more as we move along w the plot. And sound off any thoughts you may have.
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Mingyu couldn’t get enough of you. You hardly gave him the time of day the first time he laid his eyes on you, but the chase was absolutely worth it. Adorned with that tight outfit, hugging your body like a second skin, you were all he thought about that night. He was lucky enough to have met you through your mutual friend group, but unlike every other friendly face, you didn’t even show the slightest interest.
Mingyu got what he wanted most of the time and was well aware of the fact, so he was taken aback by your aloofness and failure to recognize the effect he had on every other man, woman, or nonbinary person that night. When he reaches over to graze your hand to retrieve his drink purposely, you pull away. When he tries to lean in close to talk to you over the loud music, you ask the friend next to you to translate. 
You really made it your life’s mission to ignore him at every given opportunity. He then realized his goal tonight was not to get you to sleep with him, but instead, he had hoped to achieve your respect.
“Hey.”
You glaze over him like you did every time he called out to you. “What’s up?”
“You like music? Like good music.”
You furrow your brows, “What’s good music to you?”
“None of this over-produced, over-remixed, club shit. Some good fucking music.”
Your interest was slightly piqued the first time that night, slipping the remaining contents of your watered-down drink. “I guess.”
“This probably might raise some interest for you then. I actually have an interesting collection back in my place–”
“Wow.” You exclaim in feigned disbelief. “That’s all you got? You think you can just win me over with some self-produced music that’s probably shit?”
“Yeah, but,” his lips slightly ghost over your ear, “aren’t you the slightest bit of interest in finding out if it’s actual shit like you think it is?”
You scoff. “No. Should I be?”
He shrugs, glad to finally get that smile’s first appearance. “The worst that could happen it sucks. And if it does, I’ll grant you access to kick me in the balls.”
You guffaw at his offer, almost spitting up your drink. You set it down at the high table, luckily finished, and turn to give Mingyu something that gave him a glimmer bit of hope. “You really can’t stop thinking about me, can you?”
A very flirty way to ask, ‘Are you really that desperate to get my pants?’ Things were heading in the right direction finally.
“Maybe I just know you’d appreciate some good music.”
Whatever he did seem to have worked enough to convince you to follow him back to his place. You sit back on the well-worn couch and wait for the man of the hour to come back with a laptop you assumed was his and a set of Bluetooth earbuds to share. You peer over at the screen as he handed you the right piece and you notice the unfamiliar name. 
“I thought your name was Mingyu. Who’s Woozi?”
The taller man chuckles, putting the left ear in and seats beside you. “Just about the most talented person I know.”
“Your friend? What are you, his publicist? You get girls to come back to your place and get them into his music as a marketing ploy?”
He laughs, “No, but that is a pretty ingenious method of getting people to listen. I’ll take that idea into consideration.”
He makes sure your earbud is in place, lingering in your personal bubble momentarily. He taps the space bar to play the track. When the studio plays out, you are immediately drawn in by the smooth and alluring introduction. A man’s voice plays in the background, somewhat soft yet powerful. It's addicting how he hit several notes effortlessly while singing about what you could only assume to be sex. It was actually listenable.
“Not bad, good even.” You turn to him with a grin, a corner of the lip slightly higher than the other. “Your balls are safe for tonight.”
He chuckles, drawing attention to the attractive canines that completed his smile. 
“Wasn’t even worried for a second.” So he says, one hand cupping over his crotch. 
You cover your mouth the suppress the little giggle from escaping you and then you lock contact with his pretty brown eyes. Perhaps it wa steh fact you were listening to music for with him and without notice for around 10 minutes or so, but time felt still and this “Mingyu” felt alright. 
You managed to avoid him all night under the concern of waking up in some random guy's bed, but maybe this time it wouldn't be so bad, at least not with him. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy, despite the fact he's been trying to get your attention all night. You could do worse.
When you first kiss that night, you made the first move against your better judgment, immediately melting in the plush feeling of his lips. When Mingyu pulls away, the sensation of his fleeting lips lingered against yours. You see how he places a finger on them and scoffs in disbelief. “I thought you weren’t the type to fall for this kind of stuff.”
“So you admit it was a way of picking me up,” you point out.
“…I have no smart response for that.”
“Then just follow through with your plan.”
You reunite with his lips, hand settling with his chest. Shifting more comfortably, his hands naturally found the shape of your waist. The music still plays in your ears, having you both making out to the beat of electric guitar. You feel his smile, his hair pushing a lose strand of yours away and his gripps get tighter as his lips moved loser.
Having sex to music wasn’t anything rare for you, but the intimacy of the two of you being the only ones able to listen to Woozi playing was admittedly arousing on a different level.
Mingyu with his gorgeously aesthetic body and limitless stamina fortunately did not disappoint you that night. His hands wrapped around your body felt like pure heat and animal instinct. He rocks himself into your core with no hesitation and you reciprocate with the reward of hearing his name from your lips. 
His growls resonate in your ears despite the music, embracing you from behind. His lips aggressive and hungry engorges the skin of your neck, hips thrusting deep and hard into your bottom. He feels right, he feels comfortable, and some reason pliable, like he’d do anything you would’ve wanted that night.
When both climaxes came, yours before his which was always a good sign, he offers you to stay the night. Reluctantly, you accept his offer, giving him a gracious smile, covering the bits and pieces of yourself for most of the rest of that night. Mingyu couldn’t help but smile, feeling beyond the sense of pride or relief that he usually got with the accompanionship of a stranger Tonight he couldn't help but feel something he couldn’t exactly put his finger on. Joy, perhaps.
“Would you want to do this again?” He asks, hope settling in the pit of his stomach.
“We literally met today,” You rest your head on a propped up arm, “Plus you don’t seem like the type to get into anything deeper than hookups.”
He sighs, slightly offended by your answer but decidedly responds in a way without revealing so, “We can just to get to know each other. Nothing serious. If that’s how you want things to be.”
You eyes daze over his naked body, glistening in his perspiration, chest heaving in anticipation, and that puppy dog look in his eyes that you couldn’t help but get momentarily lost it. You were always a dog person. You feel it for the first time in body, entrapped in the boyish charm that you missed out on initially.
“We’ll see in the morning, hmm? I can’t really think clearly right now,” you vulnerably confess.
A smile bridged his face, arms wrapping and tucking you inside his embrace. You take advantage of his advances and lay your head in his chest between his firm pectoral muscles, where it was admittedly homey and familiar. You could get used to this if you tried.
You were happy to drift off to sleep and wake up in those same arms the next morning. MIngyu seemed to sleep contently snuggling with you, but you worried whether the numbness appeared in those elephant trunk arms of his. You try gently prying him off, seeking refuge in that bathroom and finding yourself successful. Picking up whatever clothing you had on the ground and quickly covering yourself in it.
You escape the room with ease and turn into the common area where you lock eyes with a new character enjoying cereal by himself on the kitchen counter. He seemed quite solemn about your appearance and makes little to no effort to acknowledge you as you do to him initially since you beeline straight to the restroom. That couldn’t have been more awkward, you thought.
Having quickly freshen yourself up, you meet eyes with the stranger once again and instead of retreating to Mingyu’s room, you join him with a friendly smile. ”Hi…”
“Hey,” he greets still munching on what looks to be captain crunch, “Did you want some?”
“No, no. I’m good. I just thought it’d be rude to not say anything.”
“Cool.”
He’s not much of a talker, you realize, but end up taking the stool chair on the opposite end anyway, seeing as you’ve made it this far. “I’m guessing Mingyu’s done this a lot. You’re not surprised to see me.”
“Yeah…Your sex lives. I dont judge.”
You nod, grinning a smile that says, ‘well alright then.’
“Just in case I see you on the street or something, I’m Y/n.” God, please stop.
He nods. “Jihoon. His roommate.”
Your eyes grows twice his size. “Roommate, god that would’ve been some good information before i decided to stay over,”
He shrugs. “I’m used to it.”
“Well, if I can help it, I’ll try getting him out of the house or something.”
“You will?” He pauses.
“...Yeah. We’’re thinking of seeing each other.”
“...Hmm. Okay. That’s new.”
His tone comes off slightly dubious but not enough for it to come off offensive, you let the matter go. The tension breaks when the man of the hour leaves his bedroom in a lone pair of boxers, coming up to embrace you from behind. His lips nip at your ear and you can’t help but feel self-conscious of the other person there. His voices makes the hair on your shoulders stands as he whispers, “Morning gorgeous. Missed you in bed.”
“Thanks. Just ignore that I’m here, Gyu.”
Mingyu’s tone perks into something more peppy for his rather stoic roommate, grinning from ear to ear. “Jihoon! When did you come home?”
He didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by the possibility of giving his roommate a free show, and you feel just a bit pity for the man. 
“I don’t know. One, two am? Reminds me I need to buy some travel noise cancelling headphones.”
The man, noticeably shorter than Mingyu, trods off to his room and leaving you and your nightly partner alone. That day marks the first of many awkward small talks and empty silences with Jihoon, a man of what you find to be of many surprises. One of the next few times you woke up in Mingyu’s bed, you greeted his roommate once again, seeing as he’s working something on the designated ‘Woozi’ labeled computer you remember Mingyu using the first time you came over and bring it up to his attention.
“You aren’t perhaps, the Woozi, are you?”
“...I am? You heard of me?”
You smile at him, finally something to pique some of his interest. “Mingyu showed me some of your stuff the first time we met.”
“Oh. sorry.”
Your eyes blow open, “No, no. Your stuff is really good. Lucky too, MIngyu would’ve gotten his balls knocked back into him if it wasn’t.”
You try holding back most of your laughter but fail and Jihoon joins you, sporting quite the attractive smile. “Honestly, sucks to miss out on that. It’d be funny to see Mingyu struck out for once. Literally.”
“Wow, you’re mean,” You comment back laughing.
“You’re the one that wanted to go through with it,” he retorts, a grin wide and apparent.
“I didn’t think the music would actually be bad, and if it was, I still wouldn’t!”
“Right…”
You were both laughing about five minutes before Mingyu joined the both of you, wondering what he’s missed and eventually there was this natural interaction between the all of you. It almost became routine. Mingyu and you had sex as often as possible with the days and time you had available and that meant you saw Jihoon as often as expected. It was like clock work how your dynamic became how it is. And if you were bing honest, You were as comfortable with Jihoon as you were Mingyu, if not more.
“I’m starting to think you use our bed creaking or voices in your songs without our permission,” You instigate one day. 
Jihoon snorts. “In what god’s name makes you believe that?”
“I see you almost all the time. It’s like you’re always here. Not that I’d mind though.”
You’re sitting next to him this time in Mingyu’s obnoxiously big t-shirt, sharing a brew of coffee that Jihoon decided to make for the day while he’s writing in that music journal of his. He looks at you unpleasantly, playfully offended by the accusation pointed toward him. 
“...Well, I’m not. That’s be perverse. Not that I need to defend myself, but I’m not.”
“Okay, then,” you tease.
“It may be hard to believe, but I have a life outside the both of you, you know.”
“You’re right, I don’t believe you.” You knock into his shoulder, giggling, only to see him roll his eyes back at you.
Jihoon is silently for a short time, and that silence falls in the between the lines of awkward again once he fakes a random cough. You hum back at him, sipping your coffee and wait for him to give a response. Instead, he lingers a little too long into his thoughts before he settles into a simple, “Fine…Believe what you want to believe.”
He’s quiet for the rest of that time before Mingyu finally joins us and you start to miss talking to him. Since that day those interactions started to die out, and you’ve wondered why. His conversations with you are alot more cut and less detailed. It hurt to be honest. Jihoon was refreshing and gave you insight that MIngyu couldn’t provide. Then again, Mingyu wasn’t awful company.
“God, you’re so big…”
You ride MIngyu’s hips like you were aiming for the blue ribbon. That confident side smile stretches over his cheeks feeling you clench around him marvelously. His hands find home on your breasts, feeling their soft and perfect they were in his grasps. You’d moan against his jaw, pressing kisses over his skin, making him shudder. 
“Fuck yes.” His hands travel down to your hips, guiding you to which suit him best, and you feel the jerk of his cock pump into you. 
You mewl over his intiative and run your lip messily over his. He clutches your frame with much desperation and moans in your mouth as you suck on his tongue. Your hands run through his bed hair, whining to the clap of your butt cheeks when Mingyu decides to get ‘playful.’ That’s when you try out one of the things you’ve discussed in the past. Your index and thumb presses on either side of his neck, squeezing just slightly and Mingyu just lets out a single breath.
“Mm…” he only says.
You had came enough times tonight and finally it felt like it was MIngyu’s turn to get fucked stupid. You had no complaints for teh arrangement you had with him so far. You squeeze on the base of his neck a little tighter along with another set of something clenching around him. “Yeah? You like that?”
“Mmh, yes…”
Your hips buckle faster, mouth ajar anticpatingly, the voice that leaves you sounding domineering as possible, “Yes, what?”
With a smile laced was ecstasy on his face, he answers. “Yes ma’am…”
“What a good boy. Should I let you cum, baby?”
He nods, aching to get that bit of breath from the small opening you’re allowing oxygen through.
“What have I told you about talking…I want to hear you, Gyu. Tell me how much you want to cum.”
“Please,” he says without a beat in between, “I want to come so bad…please…ma’am.”
You audibly moan, feeling his hips fuck in you faster, only fueling you more. “Yes, baby. Cum for me. You can cum.”
Your hand still around his neck, his eyes rolls back, his neck giving out and falling to his bedframe as the heat of his load vilolent spurts into his latex encased cock, weakly jerking back into you. His hand catches the back of your head and hold against the crook of his neck. You chuckle in the skin of his neck, running your lips over it.
“You’re amazing,” he finally says when let go of the chokehold.
You kiss him as thanks, smiling at him with dopamine still running through your body. “I’m going to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
He nods, chastely kissing you back before letting you go. You hastily threw another shirt on, but don’t bother to get underwear. Leaving him a small smile, you close Mingyu’s door behind you and strut to the bathroom door where its starts opening on the other end. 
Startled, Jihoon faces parallel to you with wet strands of hair dripping down to his broad exposed shoulders. His tone arms were no surprise as you’ve seen (not stared) from the sleeveless muscle tees he occasionally sports. The tiny waist and sculpted torso, however, was more than enough to get that sex high to return.
Your eyes linger on each other for some time. His gaze scans you from top to bottom, your legs only being the thing to be apparent from your otherwise covered body, before he meets your eyes solemnly, lacking much of a reactive response. “Mind moving?”
“S-sorry, “ You step aside to take in his appearance. 
Only in a pair of gym shorts, Jihoon steps out of the bathroom, clutching a familiar article of clothing in his hand. “Isn’t that the shirt I borrowed?”
The tips of his ear turn noticeable pink, and a deafening silence resonates before he finally decides to respond. “Yeah, I took it with me thinking it was a clean shirt. I was gonna throw it in the wash.”
He clutches it harder in his grip for you to make out what looks like a dark wet stain. “Huh, okay. Thanks about that again by the way.”
“Yeah. bye.”
He trods off again but offers you a show without meaning to. With his incredibly delicious upper body down to the round thick ass to follow, you grew increasingly aware of the moisture between your legs. You were no better than any man.
You close the bathroom door discreetly behind you, images of Jihoon’s taken aback expression (which happened to be a normal amount of endearing) before showing off one of the godliest bodies you’ve ever seen on a human being. You swallow your own drool, hands creeping down to the arousal seeping out of your already lubed-up cunt, regretting not wearing that underwear now.
“What the fuck was that?”
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nathanbatemanfucker · 2 years ago
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FTL - Part 1: SALOME
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summary: why couldn’t it have been him?
characters: fem!reader x javier peña, fem!oc salome mendez, steve murphy, mentions of carillo & messina
chapter contents: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, grief, pining, angst, death, mention of firearms/explosives, minor injury, blood mention, mental health, smoking, alcohol mention/abuse
AN: thank you to every single person who’s encouraged me to write this fic. i had a lot of doubts dipping my toe into the javier peña world but my brain really couldn’t help itsself. that being said, i hope you all enjoy. thoughts, comments, reblogs are appreciated.
word count: 2k
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Javier Peña is exceptional at a lot of things. Getting information, choosing beer, smooth-talking women and most recently getting on your last fucking nerve. You’d heard stories about him before you met him. You learned that he’s a man that bends the rules, sleeps with his informants, is devastatingly handsome, and by plenty of accounts is an asshole. And while all those things are true when you meet him, so is the fact that he’s damn good at his job.
It’s what makes him palatable as the months go on and on. That and the fact that no matter how things go he always has a way of making everyone feel determined to push on. He’s a good leader, even if he doesn’t want to be, and while you hate to admit it, things wouldn’t be the same without the overly confident, ever annoying Javier. Beneath all of that, you can tell that he harbors his own definition of care for everyone, even you. You try not to think about it, especially when you catch yourself glancing up to study him while all of you sit and type reports or wait for the phones to ring. It's easier than you’d like to admit, getting lost in the curve of his eyebrow or the pounding of his fingers on the keys.
Most of the time you’re pulled away by the ringing of a phone, and tonight isn’t any different. You’re grateful for the call, blowing out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. Javier catches your gaze for just a moment before standing and moving to sit on Murphy’s desk since he’s the one who’s got the call. With Murphy’s subpar Spanish, the phone is quickly handed off to Javier who wraps the call up quickly, rushing into Carillo’s office with you, Murphy, and Salome on his heels.
Though your Spanish is better than Murphy’s, it's still lacking compared to Salome’s and Javier’s. It’s why they end up with more time in the field together even though Salome’s your partner. Tonight’s one of those nights; Messina has assigned you and Murphy to stay behind and listen to the raid through the comms. It pisses you off a little, pisses Murphy off a lot, and all Peña can do is smirk while Salome tries to convince you that there’s always the next time.
But the more the plan unfurls in front of you, the more something feels off. You can’t shake the feeling that this raid isn’t what it seems. There’s a sense of doom boiling in your stomach, hot and wretched. The sweat that sticks to your skin could be from the humid air of Colombia, but you account it to your dancing nerves. You don’t want any of them to go, especially not Sal. You’re back at your desk, trying not to look like your thoughts are screaming at you when Sal steps out of Carillo’s office to see you reeling. Even if no one else can read you in this office, she can.
She makes her way over and sits at her desk across from you with a sighing breath that you ignore. She watches as you pretend to be busy, hoping that she’ll leave you alone but it rarely works with her. Leaning forward, her fingers tap the top of your typewriter so you have to look up at her, “Hey, what’s wrong, hermanita?”
You don’t know that this is your last conversation with her. That instead of telling her your worries you should just pull her close and let her know how much she means to you. It doesn’t matter either way; she knows how much you love her. Your mind isn’t kind enough to tell you that once she’s gone.
You lean in as well, keeping your voice low. The last thing you need is Peña taking jabs at you for feeling uneasy, “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“We’ve got good intel, everything checks out. If we get this lab it’ll be a big blow to Pablo. It gets us one step closer.”
“I know, Sal, but-“
“Tranquílate,” She takes both of your hands into hers, squeezing reassuringly. “Everything will be fine, and when we finish, we’ll go dancing in celebration. I’m sure Antonio would be happy to see you again.”
You listen to her, nodding your head in agreement because Salome’s the big sister you never had. You trust her opinion like no one else’s, she'd never steer you wrong. Surrounded by a hoard of brothers, older and younger, you were happy to leave home and finally get away from all that testosterone. Your mother passed with the birth of your youngest brother. You were only 16 and when that happened, you’d checked out, withdrawing into yourself. You had planned to go into something quiet, English or business but then you took a criminal psychology class and the thought of the chase was the only thing louder than the constant pain of losing your mother that buzzed in your ears.
Heavy footsteps bring your back to the present, and you see Sal and Peña huddling together, talking as she slides into her bulletproof vest. She’s still talking to him when her eyes meet yours, her lips pulling up into a smile before she waves. You return the wave, attempt to return the smile though you feel ill. Before Javier can follow after her you stand up and rush over to him.
“Peña,” You whisper under your breath, your eyes flickering to Carillo’s door and back to him.
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your obvious want for secrecy, “Yeah?”
The way his brown eyes examine you steals your breath for a moment, but you look down at your fingers for just a moment to clear your head, “Make sure Salome makes it back in one piece.”
“I will,” He says simply as he starts towards the door.
“And Javier?” He turns back to look at you, his shoulders hunched in that protective position, waiting for your usual snide comment. It doesn’t come. Instead, you say, “You too.”
His frown smooths out, and for a moment he just stares at you, searching your eyes for anything that would contradict the softness of your words. He doesn’t find it, just more of that unexpected tenderness that makes his mouth feel dry. He flexes his fingers into his palms, giving you a firm nod. This all feels too close to the beginning of the fantasies he has about you. He keeps them tucked deep inside the halls of his brain, safe enough to retrieve when he’s with a woman that he desperately wants to be you or when he’s alone at home, drowning in the flashbacks and needing something to pull him to the surface. So secluded in synapses that he won’t bring it up, even when his veins swim with copious amounts of whiskey. The way you’re looking at him is all he’s ever wanted but can’t have, and he reasons that he has to make this moment feel typical.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back to grind your gears soon enough, querida,” His tongue dips over his lip before he smirks at you, backing away towards the door.
You roll your eyes at him and head towards your desk, not even bothering to pay him any more attention. He lingers by the door to watch you, trying to be subtle as his eyes follow the contour of your hips. Carillo calls his name before you can face him again at your desk, and he slips into the office.
Everything is going smoothly until it isn’t. The world turns on its axis in a matter of seconds. First its mumbled words of hesitancy and then a blast. When the bomb goes off, your shouts for Salome to copy turn into inhuman cries, grating the ears of everyone else in the room. Murphy tries to soothe you but you push him away, snatching the cigarette out of his mouth and taking a long drag. You hardly ever smoke, you're usually the one giving everyone else shit for it, but you need something to do other than cry and wait. It dawns on you when the cigarette is finished that Murphy has whiskey in his desk, and you berate him until he finally gives in and gives it to you. You drown yourself in it, needing to wipe out the feeling of what you’re sure to be true.
Your assumptions of Salome’s whereabouts are confirmed when Javier Pena is the one to make it back. He’s banged up, blood staining his clothing, dust, and rubble covering his entire body. A concussion, a dislocated shoulder, and cracked ribs. That’s all he got while others like Salome were ripped to shreds. It's moments like these that he wishes this war he’s fighting would take him. This is when it all seems pointless, when he loses someone he feels has more of a right to life than him. It doesn’t help when he gets back and you’re standing on the front steps. He finds your eyes as soon as he’s out of the car, glazed over but burning, and he knows that you’re both thinking the same thing.
Why couldn’t it have been him?
It's tough to see him like this, even when you’re this furious with him. You feel guilty that some of your sadness goes away by seeing him. In a way, you’re relieved to see him and it makes you feel disgusting, so you focus on the rage. As he slowly walks up to you and Murphy, stiff from the explosion, you can’t find the words to communicate any of your feelings to him.
Neither can he.
The car ride to your apartment is awkward, the air thick with all the unspoken words that are loose in your head, unable to form a sentence. All of you are anxious to be out of the car. Murphy’s got soft music going to fill the silence, his fingers thrumming against the steering wheel every time there’s a red light.
Javier’s happy that neither of you seem ready to talk, he keeps his eyes trained out the window, his fist clenched together. Every once and a while he can’t help himself, his eyes flicker back to check on you and the self-deprecating thoughts get louder with each sight of you. You’re crying silently in the back seat, the tears coming steady, blurring your vision and staining your cheeks. You’re not sure when they’ll stop.
When the car stops in front of your apartment, Murphy starts to talk but it just sounds like a dull buzz, unimportant, his words useless against the iron grip that grief has already taken on you. You step into your apartment building without so much as a wave goodbye and as soon as you’re in your apartment your knees go weak, barely able to get you to the couch. That couch is where you stay, in and out of sleep, clothes wet with your own tears until Messina calls you the next day with funeral arrangements.
It all moves so fast here and you’re not ready. You’re not ready to say goodbye to Salome, you’d never planned on doing this without her. You set an alarm to get up for the funeral which is in two days before crawling to your bed. There’s nothing else to get up for before then. Not anymore.
read Part 2: BLEEDING.
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kpop---scenarios · 3 years ago
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Cravings || One
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Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader
Warning: None Yet
Word Count: 3.1k
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"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious. 
A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy. 
"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't." 
"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones. 
You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.
"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm. 
"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this." 
"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists. 
"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game. 
"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room. 
"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff." 
"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house. 
You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. 
"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.
"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came. 
"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink. 
"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you. 
"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.
"What's your name?" You ask. 
"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?" 
"Y/N." 
"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?" 
"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask. 
"His boys?" He answered. 
"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka. 
"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks. 
'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.
"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit." 
"Do you ever smile?" You ask him. 
"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?" 
"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug. 
"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says. 
** 
From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you. 
**
"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet. 
"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.
"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool. 
"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him. 
That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game. 
You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man. 
**
Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did.  You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you. 
You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden. 
"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass. 
You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you. 
You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck. 
"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses. 
"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation. 
"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good. 
Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door. 
"I can walk." You object. 
"I know." He says, his face stone cold. 
"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know. 
"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car. 
"And you're very cold." You say. 
He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car. 
As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky. 
"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window. 
"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck. 
He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night. 
Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there. 
"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say. 
"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance. 
He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room. 
You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings. 
Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so. 
"Hello?" You answer. 
"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says. 
"I know who it is." You sigh. 
"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background. 
"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell. 
"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains. 
You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you. 
"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone. 
You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive. 
A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it. 
"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker. 
"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit. 
"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back. 
The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words. 
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says. 
"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed. 
"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again. 
You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace. 
**
The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips. 
"Who are you?" One of them asks. 
"Y/N." You whisper. 
Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?" 
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fruitcoops · 3 years ago
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This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!
So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.
Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.
Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.
“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.
Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”
“Not much.”
He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”
Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”
Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”
James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.
James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”
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The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.
“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.
“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”
“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.
“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”
“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”
“D’accord.”
“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.
It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.
“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”
There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.
Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”
“Thought I lost you for a sec.”
“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.
“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”
Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”
“How?”
“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”
‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”
Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.
Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”
“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”
With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.
“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”
They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.
“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”
“I’m a good listener.”
James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”
Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”
“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”
“Probably not.”
“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”
“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.
“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.
“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.
James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”
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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.
His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.
Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”
“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.
“A swimming pool.”
The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”
His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.
“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.
Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”
A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.
“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.
“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”
Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”
“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.
James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.
Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.
“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”
A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”
“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”
“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”
James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.
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chil2de · 4 years ago
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Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).
You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥
Thank you so much 🥺💕
hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)
well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig
characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)
this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!
based off of this post
itadori
- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night
- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)
- gets horny so easily LMFAO
- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring
- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)
you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.
“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.
“y-uuuu-ji!”
after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”
you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.
“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.
“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.
“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.
“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?
“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”
“so why don’t you?”
“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”
“and besides-“
he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.
“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”
itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.
after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.
itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.
“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”
“i’ll take care of you.”
“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.
you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.
“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.
blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.
“tell me how you want it.”
by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.
you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.
itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.
“here, babe.”
you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.
“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”
yuuta
this man is about to end my whole career
yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.
it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’
but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.
the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man
can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’
similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto
“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.
“red, by the way.”
you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.
“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.
“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.
“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”
“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”
“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.
“i want green.”
“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.
you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.
“uh- i can see your cards-“
“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”
at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-
“hey.”
your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.
he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.
“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”
whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.
yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.
he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,
“why don’t i show you?”
before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.
“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“
his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.
“-unless, of course-“
“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”
“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”
truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.
with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.
“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.
his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.
“don’t look at me. look here.”
you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.
his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.
and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.
“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.
he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.
“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”
gojo
- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao
- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.
- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.
- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”
you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.
you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.
you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.
“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.
“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.
gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.
“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.
“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.
“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”
“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.
“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“
“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”
“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.
“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.
when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.
“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.
“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”
you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.
with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.
you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.
despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?
slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.
“surprised to see me?”
“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”
really? that’s his issue at hand here?
“so which is it?”
“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”
gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.
“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”
“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.
gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.
“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”
“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”
your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.
“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”
he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.
“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.
“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”
his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.
“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”
you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.
gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.
“i’m not playing with you tonight.”
toji
- i literally don’t even need to say anything here
- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something
- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay
maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.
fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.
you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.
when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.
“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.
“yes?” you squeak out meekly.
“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”
“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.
“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.
“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.
when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.
he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.
“see anything interesting down there?”
“as a matter of fact-“
you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.
“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.
it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.
as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.
“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”
“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”
“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”
“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”
toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.
“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”
incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.
even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.
“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.
you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.
you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.
your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.
as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.
“megumi. you’re just in time.”
“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”
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Falling - Gojo Satoru x Reader
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!!! MINORS DNI !!! 18+ content ahead
+ this kinda really flopped on ao3, so I’ll repost it here hehe. I wrote this a while back but i’m still super proud of it!! I hope you guys like it too <3
+ explicit sexual content, fem reader, porn w plot <3
+ too lazy to proofread- 
+ w.c : 8.2k
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The music blared, drowning you in what seemed like a never-ending playlist of pop music. Mass of sweaty bodies mingled on the dance floor, while you relaxed at the bar, sipping on your heavily alcoholic cocktail. Lights flashed alternating between different shades of fuchsia, blue, green, and violet to the beat of the song. Your face felt warm, feeling bubbly in the pit of your stomach, gaze darting toward your friends having a blast on the dance floor with strangers. You grinned, leaning your head in the palm of your hand, planning to go join them once you'd be done with your drink. Your black bodycon dress rilled up your thighs, exposing the sweet delicate skin of your slender legs, which, unbeknownst to you, had men's ogling you left and right. A specific group of 3 men's had their eyes on you by the entrance, snickering. Their gaze held something malicious, but you were too tipsy to take notice of that or even care. You got cut out of your little trance by your friends coming back to you, smelling of a mix of alcohol and perfume. "We'll be heading back now Y/N" "Aw really? I was about to join you" You fake pouted, not really minding as you'd just go binge watch some of your favorite shows at home instead. Taking your hands, their heavily drunk self dragged you outside, all beaming and laughing. A couple of men's followed suit, you paid it no mind knowing that your friends were most likely taking them home. You made them promise to call you, and share their location on their phones as they exited in their respective cabs kissing your cheeks goodbye, their partner for the night following. you wrapped your black fur coat around yourself tighter, taking your phone off to dial a cab for yourself. You felt stares drill a hole into your body, the coat tightly wrapped around yourself only highlighting your delicious curves. As you were composing the cab's phone number you got rudely interrupted by someone snatching your phone away. Yelping, it took you a second to realize what was going on, your drunkness still hitting you with full force. In front of you stood three men, the one in the middle holding your pink cellphone between his digits. Their faces were disgusting, looking at you like you were nothing but prey on their list. Eyes glossy most likely from their alcohol intake, they reeked of cheap cologne and sweats. "Leaving alone tonight sweetheart?" one purred in a sultry voice, you backed away crossing your arms over your chest defensively. The alcohol in your system gave you a confidence you never knew you possessed "Give me back my phone, now." The males snickered, as the middle one shook his head dropping it in his pockets. "Not with that attitude, anyways what're you going to do about it-" he paused, stepping forward, desperately trying to close the distance between you two. You gasped, taking another step back almost falling, your vision was blurry, your senses weakened. You mentally cursed for going so heavily on the drinking, feeling yourself wobble. A shiver racing up your spine, the sudden gust of wind hit you, not to mention the snowflakes falling on your face and bare legs. "Leave me alone!" You faltered, eyes darting for anyone that could be of help, but everyone seemed in a daze too engrossed with the muffled music, or busy making out with a stranger. "Hey honey, are those creeps bothering you?" The sweetest voice resonated throughout your ears, feeling your back lend against something warm. A hand snaked around your waist pulling you closer to their protective figure, making sure that you were stable. "H-Huh--" You stuttered, blinking in confusion, looking up at the person behind you. He was tall, really tall, with locks the same color as snowflakes, a bandana covering his eyes. He wore a jean jacket over a dark top, with beige pants. It didn't take you more than one glance to notice that he was really handsome. Your eyes lingered a bit on the bandana, wondering if he possibly was blind, before grasping a hold of the situation. "Y-Yes they are" playing your part, you snuggled closer into his chest, relishing in the warmth he provided. Your voice was low, glaring daggers at the men's, holding unto your savior for dear life. His digit slowly caressed your arm, until he interlocked fingers with yours, walking up to the guys. His aura was intimidating, leaning down to be at eye level with them. You gulped down, he must have been 6' tall at least or something. "Now then, I'd like to have my girlfriend's phone back now" He grinned, extending his free hand, palm open. The large hand holding yours gave a light squeeze, seeming to thank you for your cooperation. Suddenly, as the trio carefully analyzed who was standing in front of them, their faces paled, all color draining leaving them as white as your savior's locks. Tilting your head to the side, you couldn't help but wonder if he was somehow known around here. "W-Wait Is that-" "Uh- Yes it's-" The trio almost started shaking like leaves, quickly handing back the phone. It wasn't long until they were out of sight, running inside the club, mingling back into the crowd. You beamed, as he turned back to you, towering above your small frame handing you back your belonging. You thanked him, letting your gaze linger on his face. His nose and tip of his ears were slightly pinkish due to the snow falling, his lips rosy-tinted. You couldn't help but stare in a daze, still wondering if he was blind. Your eyes scanned his surroundings for any signs of a cane or something, but none to avail. Nonetheless, your tipsy brain concluded, without any proof, that the man indeed lacked sight. Taking your sweet time to scan his face and gorgeous locks, you couldn't help but blush, he really was extremely good looking there was no denying it. "You know, you're actually pretty cute staring at me like that." A grin plastered against his lips, he tilted his head to the side, chuckling. You yelped, covering your mouth with the back of your free hand. "W-Wait you're not blind-" If that was even possible, his grin widened, "Luckily for me I'm not" he paused, giving another squeeze to your interlocked hands, reminding you that you were still holding hand with a complete stranger you'd met a mere 5 minutes ago. You couldn't help but gasp again, sweet melodic sounds escaping your lips. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your cold skin, leaning down, now at eye level with you, "You see, I'm glad I still have perfect vision to admire the sight in front of me right now" Your blush deepened, looking off to the side, trying to save your pride as much as you could. His words were swooning you way more than they should, was it the alcohol? or was it this mysterious aspect of him? But most importantly, how silly were you to even assume that he was blind after he just helped you, ugh curse your foolish little brain. You blamed it on his handsome features, must have gotten you distracted or something. "Smooth talker aren't you" you grimaced at him, cheeks reddish for being so fervently exposed to checking him out blatantly. You started to let go of his hand, even if you clearly didn't want to. Something about him entranced you, making you want to know more about him, even if he was just a mere stranger. "I was fine with holding hand, but if you insist" He teased in a sing-song voice, taking notice in the way you held your coat so closely to your frame. Shivers racked through your body, never imagining that you'd been waiting outside for so long, your outfit clearly not appropriate for this icy weather. "Here," You blinked, eyes glued to the man offering you his dark jean jacket. It was clearly oversized for you, yet you could smell his cologne and it enticed you to accept it. Snowflakes started falling on his broad shoulder, reflecting the light from the club's neon signs. "But, you'll be cold, '' you muttered, trying to put up a fight, knowing damn well you were freezing to the bones. "On the contrary, I'm pretty hot. Don't you think?" Your cheeks flared, it was as if he was reading your every thought. Huffing you wrapped the jacket around yourself, nuzzling your face into it trying to keep your face from freezing. "Do you want me to inflate your ego that badly?" "Well, you kinda already did considering how you were staring at me earlier sweetheart" He grinned, hand coming to shake off the snow from his hair. Your blush increased tenfold, his flirty behavior really getting to you. "Shut up I wasn't-" you retorted in a futile attempt to gain some dignity back, looking off to the side pouting. Leaning down, his scent swirled around you, face mere centimeters away from yours. You gulped, eyes scanning his delicate face: his lips seemed so soft, a thin coat of lips balm covering them, you wondered how it tasted. What was his favorite flavor, cherry? or maybe strawberry? "There you go again, ah so cute." He teased, proving himself right once again, his hot breath ghosting over your face smelling of mint and candy. Covering your cheeks with your hand, it felt like your face was on fire. "You talk too much" A chuckle escaped his parted lips, a fake pout now plastered on his handsome feature "Ah so mean to me" you couldn't hold back a giggle at the way he said it, hand coming to cover your mouth. The snowstorm went on, as you took your phone out of your pocket, unlocking it to look at the time. 1:15 a.m showed on the screen, your battery settling at a low 10%. Pursing on your lips, you didn't want this moment to end, completely enticed by this stranger but you had to call a cab before your phone died on you. Curse you for forgetting your charger as always. "You know, I'm a pretty good driver, I can drive you home if you'd like" His proposition took you aback, was this man really capable of reading your every thought? You couldn't possibly fathom what made this handsome stranger be so interested in you, your mind still a bit hazy from your previous drinks. Pursing on your lips, you definitely wanted to spend more time with him, yet feeling bad to make him become your personal driver before even knowing his name. "Are you're sure? I'd feel bad making you drive me home, plus I live quite far" you muttered sheepishly hands fondling with the hem of his jacket. "Anything for a pretty lady, and besides if you live too far-" He paused stepping closer, a hand coming to push back a strand of hair that the harsh winter breeze had pushed into your face, "It so happens that I live really close by" You stood there in shock, as this attractive stranger so blatantly exposed wanting to take you home. You gulped down, eyes scanning his face for any signs of it being mere teasing. Yet, he seemed honest, a grin still covering his face. "You really are a smooth talker" giggling, you nodded accepting his proposition fervently. Was it because of your semi-drunk state or the thoughts of what could possibly happen over at his house, you clearly had no intention of refusing his delightful offer. Everything about him made your core feel warm, yet you knew so little. Starting to walk toward his car, you stopped in astonishment at the sheer luxury of the vehicle. He beamed, opening your door for you, settling your purse into your lap sitting on the dark leather seat. You played with the strap of your bag, waiting for him to join you on the conductor side. As he sat, and closed his door his scent mingled with you, making the apple of your cheeks darken. "You're too damn adorable you know that?" You yelped, catching him gazing at you, putting his seatbelt on. "look who's talking-" You muttered to yourself unbeknownst that this man seemed to possess super hearing chuckling at your response. "Being called adorable is definitely a first, but I'll take it if it comes from you" His large veiny hand opened the vents, warm air now flooding inside the car, you sighed in delight. "Also sweetheart, I wouldn't want to bring a lady home before at least knowing her name" He paused, letting his head rest in the palm of his hand, "you know I do am a well-mannered man after all" He slyly said, head tilted to the side. His gorgeous ivory locks slightly damped considering the snowflakes that melted. Tongue darting out to lick your dried up lips from the cold, you blushed "L/N Y/N" "Ah L/N Y/N, sounds like music to my ear, I'm Gojo Satoru" ❄❄❄ Opening up the Bluetooth station he turned his head, most likely shooting you a glance under his bandana. "I hope you got any good music Y/N, you'll be our DJ for the ride" A grin formed on his lips as you started beaming. "Of course I do!" You retorted confidently, connecting to the Bluetooth at the speed of light. He hummed, starting the car, the scent of leather mingling with your own. As you put on your favorite song, he shouted "No way! You listen to Megan Thee Stallion? I knew there was something I liked about you sweetheart" Your heart thumped in your chest, feeling like it might burst out. His blatant honesty was striking you right in the heart. He really knew how to transform you into a blushing mess. "You got good taste too, She's really fire" your eyes twinkled, relinquishing in this feeling. Humming, Gojo turned to you, sticking his tongue out to you, "I know I got good taste Y/N, that's why you're coming back home with me after all" You swore you could saw him wink under his bandana, your blush increasing tenfold. You playfully, hit his arm, grimacing back at him, letting the music surround the both of you. As the chorus hit, Gojo was fully vibing, dancing to the sound. One hand on the wheel, he sang the rapping part perfectly, moving his upper body sensually to the beat of the song. His hair moved alongside him, chest huffing as he sang. You got entranced, eyes glued to him, seeing him drive with one hand, was somehow so sexy making your heart flutter. Starting to sing alongside him, he shot you a glance, grinning widely, the drive to his home way better than your whole clubbing experience so far. ❄❄❄ His apartment was extremely spacious, to say the least. The walls were covered in large windows, a spacious leather couch, and what seemed like at least a 60 inches television on the wall. The floor was a sublime chestnut wood, walls as snowy as his hair. A few plants adorned the corners of the apartment the whole thing reminding you of what you'd see in magazines or on the internet. You couldn't hold back your amazement, mouth forming an o shape, which made Gojo chuckle. Taking off his shoes, he proceeded to Drop the keys on the counter. He stretched, "Can I offer you something to drink?", face buried in his huge fridge, seeming to push bottles around from the sounds of it. You left both your coat and his jean jacket on a nearby chair, shoes neatly placed next to his, letting it dry up from the snowstorm outside, turning to him. Your dress hugged your curve to perfection, the small material barely covering what needed to be covered, stopping above mid-thighs. You wore a gold necklace, with gold hoops earrings your hair falling down your back, your collarbones full exposed. "Hmmm" You pondered, walking up to him, standing on your tiptoes trying to see something. Feeling your presence behind him, Gojo risked a glance in your direction, his smirk widening tenfold. "Are you trying to make me fall for you by looking like that darling? Because honestly, it's working 100 percent" pursing on his lips, his tongue darted out to wet them, your gaze instantly following suit. You felt your face erupt once again "H-Huh! It's not like that, I just wanted to dry up our coats" You stammered trying to defend yourself, arms flailing in front of you. He chuckled, gaze devouring you under the dark fabric that covered his eyes. Crossing your arms over your chest you grimaced at him, "Do you have white wine by any chance?" He nodded, "Of course my lady" moving the bottles around, deciding on one. Dropping it on the table he reached for one of the cupboards above his fridge, getting two glasses. You watched him in astonishment, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. He seemed to take notice in your endeavor as per usual, grinning "Something caught your eye sweetheart?" he remarked, pouring you a glass. You huffed, looking off to the side defensively, "You're just very attractive that's all..." You muttered the last part, which only seemed to inflate his never-ending ego. Cutting him off before he dared crack another flirty joke, you asked "How tall are you?" your curiosity was getting the best of you, as you sipped on the drink, the warmth of it enveloping you. He was so mysterious, the only thing you knew about him was his name, yet it was like you were craving for more. It wasn't like you to be that way, not usually caring what your partner for the night liked to drink, or what his favorite tv show was, but for the snowy-haired man in front of you, you'd actually memorize those facts in a heartbeat. He had you entranced, muddy in the palm of his hand. He leaned against the kitchen counter, leaning down, letting his head rest in the palm of his hand. "Thank you, you're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, and I'm around 6'3 I would say" He grinned being completely obvious to the fact that his height was a major turn on, bringing the drink to his lips. Your eyes followed his glass, gulping down. You scrunched your nose, a hand coming to twirl a piece of your hair. "Any other question darling?" He teased, taking his sweet time into savoring the intoxicating liquid. You knew damned well what you wanted to know, something you'd been wondering ever since you laid your gaze on him. "Yes actually, since you claim not being blind, what color are your eyes" You were getting bold, bolder than you'd usually be, the alcohol reigniting the fire inside you. If that was even possible, his smirk grew wider, head tilted to the side, "Oh, that's something I get asked a lot, so I'll give you 2/10 for the originality" He paused chuckling, taking another sip. You pouted stepping closer, your mind was running wild, what color could his beautiful irises be? Forest green? Ocean blue? or maybe coffee-colored ones? It was burning you on the inside, like an insatiable itch that you couldn't get rid of. "Does every girl ask you that?" You teased, feeling a slight pinch of jealousy scraping your heart. He laughed, instantly taking notice "ah you're too obvious, already getting jealous about my whereabouts aren't you?" Your face caught on fire at his words, your blush probably the color of the cherries on the kitchen counter by now. He twirled the glass in his hand, satisfied with the response he elicited from you before saying: "They do ask, but I rarely show anyone" He paused taking a sip, tongue licking up a droplet that was running down the glass. He had gotten strangely serious for the first time since your meeting, "But for you, I'd make an exception". You were taken aback, scanning his face for signs of it being a mere joke, but once again the man seemed utterly honest. You wondered if there was a specific reason as to why he hid his eyes, but you decided upon not asking now, it was rather too soon, and not of your business. He straightened himself, now towering above you. "On one condition, I'll let you do the honor of taking it off, deal?" He grinned coming back to his natural goofy self, seeming to take pleasure in your state. Your anticipation was killing you, feeling it in the pit of your stomach, nodding fervently ready to accept any condition if it meant seeing what was underneath that damned piece of fabric. As your hand reached for the material, standing on your tiptoes, the man caught your wrist giving it a slight squeeze. "Oh! but take a guess first" He stuck his tongue at you, as you visibly grumped, "You said one condition" You argued back, letting your heels fall back on the wooden floor, his long fingers still holding on to you. His hand was radiating warmth, making you miss your situation earlier when you were in his embrace. "hmm--" you pondered, taking a good look at his face. He would be handsome with any eye color really, yet you were taking so much fun into guessing it, trying to picture every possibility unto his face. Really wanting to win this little competition, you decided to go with what seemed like your safest bet. "I'll go with brown!" you beamed, feeling confident. That was until his grin widened, letting go of your hand. He waved his finger, seeming to wink under his bandana "We'll see about that '' You pursed your lips, feeling as if you had taken the wrong option, from his remark. Grasping a hold of the hem of his shirt you tugged on it slightly, "lean down a bit you're too tall" You complained, to which he obliged, literally going down on his knees. "Weren't you swooning over my height just a moment ago?" He teased, proceeding to imitate in a high pitched tone what was supposed to be your voice: "How tall are you?" Your embarrassment was out of bound, cheeks burning for being so blatantly exposed yet again, he really had no mercy in store for you. "Shut it- I have more important things to focus on right now" You retorted, earning a chuckle from him. He was right in front of you, a bit below eye level now, but you were finally able to take a good look at his angelic feature, which only made your heartbeat boosts tenfold. You had never met, or even seen, someone as good looking as him. What was his deal though? Taking such a liking to you, yes he did protect you from these creeps but now he was just fueling your fantasies and dreams even more. "Anytime now darling" He burst your bubble, bringing you back to reality, your hands darting toward the material. Sliding one finger underneath, you felt your hands shake a little. Was it because of all this built up anticipation, or was it because you were afraid that you'd actually fall even more for him when you'll see his full features? Slowly pulling it down, Gojo remained silent, smirking, probably planning something mischievous. As the material fell down, now hanging around his neck, you peered before almost shouting at the sight: his eyes were closed. "Oh my god- Open your eyes! You can't do this to me-" Midway into your childlike tantrum, laughter escaped his parted lips, eyes opening. The sight literally knocked the air out of your lungs, You stood there star-struck, your gaze melting into his. You couldn't believe your eyes, your mind refusing to process what was right in front of you. Beautiful sapphire irises looked back at you, adorned with full lashes as white as his hair. Was there something this guy didn't have?! Your mouth stayed slightly open, silence filling the apartment. Not only that, but also his hair had fallen down, now framing his delicate face so perfectly. Locks of snowy hair contrasting with his slightly tanned skin. He looked back at you, head tilting to the side before waving a hand in front of your face. "You still alive Y/N?" He teased, eyes twinkling, taking off the bandana fully and settling it on the counter. "Your eyes, they're gorgeous" you muttered, you wanted to say so much more but you were still processing how utterly beautiful that man was. It struck you right in the heart, as now, whenever his glance caught yours, you'd feel the apple of your cheeks heat up even more than before. "Thank you, I got quite the genes I admit." He cockily replied, taking a sip of wine, eyelashes fluttering. Your regard was glued to him, walking to the counter to get your glass, scooting closer to him in the process. You felt the need to compliment him more, was it because of the intoxicating alcohol now pulsating through your veins, you didn't know, but your mouth opened nonetheless: "Is that why you never show your eyes? You're afraid that girls will fall for you left and right?" You taunted grimacing, thinking you'd gotten back at him for being such a tease himself before it dawned on you that your big mouth had gotten you into quite the messy situation. Humming, Gojo leaned on the kitchen counter, his eyes flickering under the light, "So basically," He almost purred, running a hand through his ivory locks, "You just admitted falling for me. Did I hear you right, honey?" His face arbored the biggest grin you'd ever seen, knowing full well he had you under the spotlight right there, while his overly handsome self sipped on his drink. He was mere centimeters away, his scent completely intoxicating you. You cursed yourself for being so light-headed, your silly self not knowing to think twice before saying something. The alcohol had all subdued, not feeling any signs of being drunk or tipsy either, and yet you were still silly. Flashes from your earlier situation appeared in your mind, hoping you'd get to be in his embrace soon enough. Yet, you couldn't inflate his ego more than it was, his head would probably implode at this rate. As you were about to retort back, he shushed you placing a finger on your lips, "Shush, it's okay baby, I'm kinda falling for you too you know" He smirked, his digit caressing the smooth skin of your rosy lips. You were star struck, gaze melting into his, his touch lighting a fire within you. You had this growing urge to just please him, let him dominate you fully. The alcohol ignited lust, slowly opening your mouth, taking his digit inside your mouth. His eyes gleamed, now half-lidded, a low moan escaping his lips. Your tongue swirled and licked his long finger, feeling yourself get soaked at the thoughts of it inside you. His gaze never left the show in front of him, slowly coming to bit down on his lips. The mere sensation of your tongue against his digit made his length throb in his pants. You pulled away with a wet satisfying 'pop', gaze swirling with lust. His other hand came to grab your chin slightly, tilting it upward. The mere action made your core feel warm, already submitting entirely to him. He leaned down, bringing the finger that was previously in your mouth, into his. Never breaking eye contact with you, he hummed tasting yourself off his finger, before saying: "Don't get me wrong sweetheart, that indirect kiss was pretty hot, but I'd rather be doing this." And with that, he instantly crashed his lips on yours. You couldn't hold back a moan, all the built-up anticipation hitting you full force. His lip balm smelling of cherry, one of your hands came to rest on his shoulder feeling his muscles underneath the dark fabric. Damn, he was a good kisser, tongue swirling around yours, leaving nothing untouched. It was rare for you to feel yourself get soaked already from just a kiss, but this man seemed to possess supernatural powers or something. His thumb rubbed soothing patterns on your cheek, his tongue lapping at your lips eliciting yet another sinful moan from you. Taking this opportunity, Gojo slide his tongue into your mouth leaving nothing untouched. Towering above you, one of his hand slid down your back, resting on the back of your waist. Breaking away from the kiss, he panted, eyes twinkling. "May I gorgeous?" The hand resting on your waist gave a slight squeeze indicating what he meant. You blushed at his behavior, obviously agreeing. Large palms slide down the small of your back, fingers digging into your plump rear. The man almost let out a moan, eyelashes fluttering feeling your curves under his touch. His reaction only fueled your lust, even more, desire swirling into your irises locking gaze with him. A glance was all you needed to understand Gojo, as you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands instantly planted themselves on your ass supporting you, taking their time to feel you up, leaving nothing untouched. His touch was like fire, making you moan from its simplest movement, making a chuckle erupt from him. "Don't stop making those noises for me baby" He ordered, lips crashing back down on yours. You could only hum, your fingers tangled into his snowy white hair. Tugging on his locks slightly, the man groaned grinding his already fully erect cock on your panties. You gasped in the kiss, which the man didn't hesitate to take advantage of his tongue swirling in your mouth. Your dress had obviously rilled up, your bare ass now barely covered. As you deepened the kiss, saliva mixing with his, you felt him start walking toward the back of his apartment where you had noticed his room earlier. However, you were wrong to assume that he would have made it this far, no, not with how utterly hot you looked right now. Dropping your body on the couch, he nestled in between your legs. Encaging you between his arms, one of his large hands grasped both of your wrists pinning them up above your hand. He had such long fingers that both of your wrists seemed like merely nothing in his hands. Breaking the kiss for air, the man panted above you. His warm breath hitting the tip of your nose, his forehead leaning on yours. His eyes were half-lidded, looking at you with pure desire swirling in them. The clear Saphire blue you had seen earlier had subdued to a more animalistic hue, pupils almost blown out, leaving barely any of the ocean like color to be seen.
You stood there in awe, gaze melting into his. He seemed like the embodiment of absolute perfection, and at that moment you just wanted to please him. Struggling to free your wrists you raised your hips grinding them against his clothed cock, eliciting a moan from the man above you. "Let me touch you please" You begged, lashes fluttering as you repeated your movement again, feeling his member twitch within the confine of his pants. Gojo smirked, raising an eyebrow at your needy tone, "I can't possibly refuse if you ask that nicely sweetheart". He teased, his vice grip on your wrists disappearing, taking this opportunity you turned him around sitting snugly on his hips. You grinned mischievously making sure to sit exactly on his large cock, feeling it twitch once again. God, he was hard, and he seemed so big it made your core swirl at the thoughts of him railing the absolute shit out of you. Gojo crossed his arms behind his neck, taking his sweet time to look you up and down, his usual grin covering his feature. It subdued quickly when your hands swiftly unzipped his pants dragging them down, making sure to drag your finger across his entire length. pursing on his lips, the man let out a moan, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "you're so big" You praised, not caring about inflating his ego. I mean, he deserved it right? That man was literally the most handsome guy you had ever come across, you just wanted to shower him with praises. He smirked, flashing you a wink "Oh? Am I really?" He teased in a sing-song voice playing coy. You only giggled, pulling down his black underwear, his cock colliding with his abdomen. Gojo hissed as the cold air hit his member, eyes half-lidded awaiting your next move with impatience. His dick was way beyond average both in length and girth. Tip rosy from being hard for so long, a bead of precum leaked slowly running down his entire length. You almost drooled at the sight, taking your sweet time to look at his cock, one finger coming to scoop the precum bringing it into your mouth. You moaned your tongue swirling and twirling around your digit, already intoxicated by his delicious taste. "Let me taste you again baby" he ordered his voice low, as he sat up. Taking his finger out of your mouth, you extended your arm forward, Gojo grabbing a hold of your wrist, tongue extending, licking the digit clean. He hummed lowly, eyes locked with yours as he did so. Pink muscle leaving no surface of his finger untouched, he moaned your name before leaning back down. "Suck me" You felt your heart rate spike up, your juice leaking from your core at the mere order from Gojo. You nodded, eyes dropping to his rock hard cock, hands settling on the base. Your tongue darted out, licking a clean stripe from the base to his engorged tip, mouth closing on it. You twirled your tongue a couple of times, feeling his large hands grab a hold of your hair. "That's my good girl" The mere words made you moan around his cock, the vibration only intensifying the pleasure for Gojo who threw his head back against the couch. Taking as much as you possibly could fit of his dick in your mouth, your hands moved around his shaft and balls desperately trying to bring him the utmost pleasure. It was working as groans and growls, escaped from Gojo's parted lips, half-lidded eyes never breaking away from you. "You look so good taking my cock like that baby-" He paused, hands massaging your scalp as if thanking you for the absolute best blow job he had, "but it's my turn now" and with that, he pulled you away from his cock, a thin string of saliva connecting you to his member. Leaning up he didn't hesitate a single second to capture your lips again into a kiss, a hand caressing your cheek guiding you back down under him. "You did amazing" He whispered, making you blush, "Thank y-" You squealed, feeling him drag you on the edge of the couch, your legs dangling off of it. “Now then, spread those pretty legs for me won't you?” He licked his lips, the cherry lips balm coating his velvety muscle. You couldn’t help but comply, long digits sliding across your soaked panties, index finger flicking where he knew exactly where your bundle of nerve was. He chuckled lowly, a thin coat of lust covering his sapphire irises. His fingers were already shiny with your essence, and he hadn’t even made direct contact with your core yet. “So wet for me already baby, did you enjoy sucking my cock that much?” He teased, knowing damned well the answer already. The silver-haired man hooked his fingers on the side of your panties, mouth almost watering at the sight of your glistening folds. You mewled, eyes glassy trying to push your core closer to him, eliciting yet another dark chuckle from him. “Needy little thing” his voice was coated with lust, azure eyes locking with yours. One of his long finger slowly parted your folds, collecting your glistening essence on his finger before plopping it in his mouth. He moaned, tasting you, “You taste even better than I’d imagined” “Stop teasing me” You managed to mutter between moans, a grin spreading on his face at your voice. Tilting his head to the side, his index finger twirled around your pearl never giving it the attention it oh so desired. “Beg for it” His voice was raspy, blowing hot air on your clit before flashing you a wink. Your cheeks, well your whole being, felt on fire. “Please eat me out-” You whimpered out, hoping it was enough to satisfy him. Your mind was into a frenzy, thoughts and sentences jumbling into one another, unable to form cohesive sentences. Chuckling, he pressed a soft kiss to your inner right thigh, “Tell me if i’m wrong but, a good girl like you can do better, right?” You threw your head back against his satin pillow, he really was playing hard to get. “ God Gojo please- just make me cum over your tongue already, I need you so badly!” You screamed out in frustration, fists clenching. At that point you didn’t care about anything but to feel his warm tongue on you, tasting your juices Cock twitching at your words, the sorcerer felt his own self restraint slowly crumble to pieces. He just wanted to take you right there, right now, to dick you down until you couldn’t walk anymore. He wanted to break you. You couldn't hold back the moan as you felt his breath hover right above your clit, “So obedient” he praised, before his tongue darted out licking a clean strip, before latching unto your bundle of nerves. Your reaction was instant, head thrown back as a fountain of moans of his name echoed within the room. Gojo felt his self restraint crumble to pieces, every pores in his body aching for him to bend you into a mating press and drill ino your pretty pussy. Yet, at the same time, the way your juices leaked around his mouth drove him to the brinks of insanity. Sapphire gaze darting back and forth between your glistening folds and your flushed face, he soon felt himself grind his aching cock against the side of the bed, desperately seeking friction. Your hands soon found themselves tangled into his ivory locks, only pressing him closer and closer to your soaked core. “G-Gojo” You cooed, feeling your release build up incredibly fast. Damn he was good, there was no denying it. The way he softened his tongue just enough to roll and lap at your clit, while his large hands spread your thighs, nails digging into your plush skin. The man was eating you out as if it was his last meal. “Yes my darling?” He purred, not breaking the contact with your pussy, hot air from his words only pushing you closer to the edge, the pet name not helping either. Noticing the way your cunt quivered at his word, the sorcerer raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh? Are pet names your weakness, my love?” He asked, even as he already knew the answer. His melodic voice would have been enough alone to push you into bliss, but right before you could cum, thighs shaking and hips stuttering, he pulled away. His keen eyes knew, right away the signs of your oh so awaited orgasm, only to deny it so sweetly. Your eyebrows furrowed, and before you could even retort about your stolen orgasm, the man was pinning you down, lips crashing unto yours. “God- you drive me crazy you know.” His sweet words made you swoon, however you tried as best as possible to keep reminding yourself that the man probably had partners left and right. I mean, with his look and absolute perfect personality? Who wouldn’t want him? You had to keep yourself grounded, or at least try to. One of his hand coming to stroke the side of your cheek brought you back to reality, as his forehead laid on yours. His cerulean eyes gazing into yours, before you felt the tip of his cock align with your drenched cunt. “Is this okay?” He murmured, holding himself up with one hand which only accentuated his biceps. You couldn’t help but nodd, of course you wanted him to rearrange your insides, to mold you into his cock. “I need to hear it dear” He pressed a kiss on your forehead, head tilted to the side, surprisingly patiently awaiting your response. Leaning up slightly, you captures his lips in yet another kiss before sliding your hand between your bodies and grasping his cock. “Fuck me before I do it myself” Gojo’s eyebrow raised, before he chuckled darkly. Taking a hold of your wrist he pinned them both above your head, one large hand way more than enough to hold them tightly into places. “Can’t leave you unsatisfied now, can I” and with that he pushed his length into you. You swore you could feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix, molding your insides to his dick. The stretch was slightly painful, but oh dear god it felt amazing. Hips now flush against yours, he leaned back slightly discarding his shirt, throwing it on the floor somewhere. His kin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, muscles defined and flexing under the pleasure he was currently under. Noticing your lingering gaze his hand grasped your knees throwing them over his shoulder. You yelped, before he pressed a kiss against your ankle. “Look at me baby” He purred before drilling into your core. Your mewled and gasped, hands desperately seeking to hold unto dear life. His cock quite literally rearrnged your insides, Gojo looking down at your through his ivory lashes, lips stuck between his teeth. He was slightly silent asides from some pants and grunts here and there, as he wished to hear every little sound you made. Nails digging into your thighs, he let out a low groan as his pace never faltered, gaze darting between your pussy eagerly sucking him up and your fucked out face. “You’re taking me so well” He purred, before his hips came to meet yours at a rougher pace, almost sending you flying into the headboard if it wasnt for his hold unto your thighs. “So good to me-” His voice broke as he let out another groan. Your mewls and moans only spurred him on, before a trembling hand reached toward his face. “K-Kiss me-” You managed to mumble between incoherent babbles as he fucked your brain out. Gojo smirked, before gently dropping your knees and leaning down eagerly sealing your lips into yet another kiss. “Dont go and fall for me now-” He whispered between choked out groans, a sly smirk plastered on his features. As your hands tangled themselves into his locks he bit down on his lips, gaze lingering on your face. The way your cheeks burned and glossy eyes stared back at him, Gojo couldn’t help but latch his lips unto the soft skin of your neck earning a yelp from you. His cocky personality had subdued, leaving a rather soft persona underneath. Hips stuttering, he felt yourself clench tighter around him only signalling that you’d soon back into pure bliss. There was no way that he’d ever finish before you, prioritizing the needs of his partners way before his own. A string of moans fell from your lips as his bit down and sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Feeling him smirk against your skin, he lapped at the spot teasingly “You’re gonna cum on my cock baby?” He cooed, blowing hot air, pace never faltering in the slightest. You could only manage a weak nodd, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure cursing through your veins. A loud moan of his name fell from your lips as you felt yourself unravel on his dick. Gojo groaned feeling you spasm around his cock, draging himself into the bliss as well. Leaning down he kissed you, encaging you between his arms as he rutted into your oversensitive pussy, hot milky cum tainting your walls white. “Fuck-” He cursed, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, dick twitchnig into the depths of your cunt. It wasnt long until he let himself fall on top of you burying his head into the crook of your neck. Not even bothering to take his cock out, Gojo pressed feather like kisses all over your now hickey covered skin, eliciting a small giggle from you. “That was amazing” You purred, one hand running up and down his bare back. It was rare for the man to be so relaxed after such encounter, not that he’d usually ask his partner to seek themselves out of his house but, this time it felt different. “Thank you, thank you” Came his smug reply, before he lifted his face cerulean eyes locking with yours. Taking his dick out from inside your cum soaked core, He grinned, before rolling you over so you were now laying by his side, head resting on top of his chest. Your heart was hammering against your chest, as if clarity was hitting you full force. Here you were, snuggling with this handsome man you had met earlier, and yet you felt like you’ve known him forever. “Ah- what a bad host I am. Let me clean you up” Gojo suddenly exclaimed, before making his way to the bathroom to fetch a warm wet cloth for you. After cleaning himself up quickly, but effectively he was back into the room with a glass of water and the cloth. You blushed before telling him you could clean yourself to which he agreed, handing you the water. “Do you need a spare of clothe?” He questioned now rummaging through his drawers. The question took you aback, blinking as you stared at him in silence for a few moment. You weren’t expecting to spend the night at his place, not that you were complaining, but it felt too good to be true, really like fate had somehow brought the two of you together. “Did I fuck you too good that you forgot how to speak lovely?” His voice brought you back to reality as he smugly grinned at you, leaning on the drawer. He looked absolutely ethereal, messy locks framing his pale face and body sculpted by the gods themselves. “Shut it-” “I’ll take that as a yes” He cooed, before throwing you a large black shirt. You grasped it mid-air, giggling, as he eyed you with a smile. That was until you spoke up, putting the shirt on, “Is it really okay for me to stay here tonight?” You couldnt help but voice your thoughts before earning a chuckled from the sorcerer himself. “Well I dont mind driving you back home if this makes you uncomfortable.” He paused, sounding serious for once, glancing at his car keys situated on the small wooden table by his bed. “But, we’re not done for the night, aren’t we?” He flashed you a wink, earning a blush from you. His cocky self seemed to back in full throttle. Seeing your reddened face he couldnt help but laugh, putting on a pair of looser grey sweatpants as he spoke “Besides as much as I loved hearing your beautiful moans of my name Id also like for us to share actual conversations-” Throwing a pillow at him, his hand came to arrest it before it hit his face. Seeing your embarrassed look, he broke into laughter, throwing himself back on the bed besides you. “Dont say such embarrassing thing” You poked his side in a teasing manner feeling satisfied with his answer. Gojo grinned letting his head rest in your laps, looking up at you with doe eyes. The night’s soft breeze twirled into the room, your hand caressing Gojo’s hair, twirling a piece between your pointer and middle finger. The neon alarm clock showed in flashy red numbers: 5:06 am. You merely chuckled under your breath, feeling as if this night had been one hell of a rollercoaster. Gojo silently stared at you, feeling relaxed as you played with his hair. “Tired?” He questioned, taking your hand before pressing a soft kiss on your palm, earning yet another blush from you. “Not really” He hummed, kind of amusing you how his cocky persona had subdued into this calmer one. Gojo’s chest rose and fell slowly, as the rhythm of his breathing relaxed, feeling comfortable in your embrace. Still holding unto your hand, he gave it a light squeeze, gaining back your attention “So, since it's already morning” He paused, throwing a glance toward the alarm clock,” Wanna order some food and talk the night away my sweet Y/N?”
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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)
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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!
The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.
"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.
The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..
"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..
"What did she do now?!"
"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.
"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.
Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.
After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.
Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 
"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"
All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.
"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.
"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..
"Ight~... watchu want?..."
"Eren-"
"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.
"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"
"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"
Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...
"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."
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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..
Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.
The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.
"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"
"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.
"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"
Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.
"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."
The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...
That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...
"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"
Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.
A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.
"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.
The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...
His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...
"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.
"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.
Fine ass..
Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...
"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"
"(Y/n)!"
"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"
The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...
Now that's nasty..
You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...
"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.
Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...
This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.
His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.
"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.
His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.
"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"
The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.
"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.
Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.
"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..
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"S-..Shit Eren~..."
The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.
Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.
"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.
"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"
"N-No.."
The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.
His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...
All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.
"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.
Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.
The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..
"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..
"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."
Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.
"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.
"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.
"Hold your legs... don't move.."
It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..
"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.
"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.
"It's .. i-it's so big..."
Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.
"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..
Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..
"A-Ahgh..."
Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.
"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...
"I-it's your pussy Eren~"
Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.
"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.
"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.
It was like he was fucking a goddess...
Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...
"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...
He wasn't playing either...
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