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SHE'S A SUCCUBUS! â CHOSO KAMO
SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy whoâs dying to lose his virginity
INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls theyâve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. Heâd just sit there, silent. He couldnât relate to them not one bit. The closest heâs ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. Theyâd only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.
He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, donât even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear itâs the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what sheâs doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.
And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. Heâs been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he canât understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams heâs been having, waking up to cum in his pants like heâs a damn teenager. He doesnât know whatâs wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.
Hours later, heâs fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He canât make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. âMmm,â he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like itâs on fire right now, like heâs been hit with some sort of sex pollen. Itâs more intense than ever.
Little does he know itâs not a wet dream, no, itâs you. The succubus whoâs been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. Heâs summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes heâs no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.
Choso couldnât take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesnât stop. The sounds donât stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. âWhaâahâwhat? WhoâŠ? Oh fuck!â He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. âWhat the fuck? Oh my goddd.â As confused and scared as he is right now, he canât escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.
âShhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. Youâve been dying for this havenât you? Iâm here to give you exactly what you want.â You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.
He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he canât help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. âWhoâŠwho are you?â He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.
âI know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. Youâve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,â you smile, âthat was because of me.â His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.
âFuck, fuck! Itâs feels so good,â he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. âI donât wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, pleaseânnghhh, fuckkkk.â Choso didnât stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. âPlease, slow downâah, oh my god. It feels too goodââ His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.
âIâll keep fucking you till thereâs nothing left.â You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears heâs in heaven right now. This canât be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.
He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows heâs going to cum again. So soon. âCome donât hold back on me. I want it all,â you growl in his ear. âIâll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.â
His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he canât help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. âNo, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.â He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like heâs almost about to cry.
And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. âI can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.â You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. âSay it. I know what youâre thinking.â Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.
âPutâŠput your mouth on it, please,â he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.
âLouder.â You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.
âPlease, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!â His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.
âGood boy.â You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.
The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he canât stop. Itâs like youâve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. âShit, Iâm all the way in,â he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how heâd picture it.
You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. âOh myâfuck me, Iâm gonna fucking cum again!â He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. Heâs so sensitive he canât help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, heâs cumming down your throat. âNnngh shit!â He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. Itâs like as time goes on, he canât help but get more horny, more greedy.
Within seconds heâs pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. âIâm sorry, I canât stop, I canât stop, I canât,â heâs muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. âFeels so good, feels so good I canât stop stop,â he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.
âYouâre learning so quickly.â You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. âThatâs it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,â you giggle.
Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. âI need it so badly, so fucking badly.â Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.
âMake me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!â You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos heâs watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. âYes! Yes!â You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.
His eyebrows raise in amazement. âHoly fuck,â he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. âDo it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! Itâs so fucking hot!â He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. âWanna watch youânnnghâsquirt again!â
As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard heâs toppling over you. âFuck! Iâm cumming!â He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. âYes, yes!â He huffs, bucking his hips. âI need to taste you, need to fuckingâmmm.â He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.
âEager little thing, arenât you? Such a good, good boy.â You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.
âDid I do something wrong? Whyâd you stop?â He looks at with sad eyes.
âYouâre done.â You look down at his cock.
âNo, no, Iâm not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Donât leave!â He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.
âAs much as Iâd like to keep playing with you, youâre all out of cum, pretty boy.â You smirk. âIâve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.â You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. âYouâre welcome.â
You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees youâre completely gone. Heâs at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didnât know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.
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Hello Dimitri!
I really love your works - especially your yandere oc's and jjk content!- I was wondering if I can put in a request for a poly yandere of Geto and Gojo with a bottom male reader? I want to know how this relationship works when they were in their teens and now that their adults (Geto still choose to be a cult leader, also he does not die. My poor heart cannot handle the heartbreak of Geto dying and leaving Gojo and reader behind ). You can make it sfw or nsfw which either one you like! :)
Ps. Sorry for the long request, it is my first time requesting (0///0)
Two psychos is better than one right?~! (Yandere Geto suguru x male reader x yandere Satoru Gojo) âË°
WC:. 5.7k
Tags: fluff-smut, threesome, spit roasting, poly satosugu, trio friendship, friends to enemies to lovers blowjobs, p in a sex, male on male oral, handjobs, ass eating, anal creampies, Yandere themes, dark content x male reader, dub con, non con, manipulation, drugging, Gojo just gaslighting reader
About: satoru and suguru become friends with male reader ending up in an obsession leading to Geto leaving, even after you split ways with him, he stays watching you from afar despite their separate paths they stay holding their obsession leading to trapping you.
A/N: this is a bit of a longer fic compared to others Iâve Iâve wrote, I put all my effort into this one! After some long writers block Iâve made it back around into writing again <33
Before the Riko incident you became a transfer at jujutsu high, you werenât really strong nor weak, you were the prime balance of an average guy who just wanted to be in the middle- as long as you helped others then that was fine by you, being well known seemed overrated anyway.
You never thought youâd get between the infamous duo, they were tight knit after all, they were all any jujustu student aspired to be and after all you were just a boy looking to make it through the academy without any complications
If you wouldâve known the outcome of transferring to this school you wouldâve stayed far away, how did you even enter their lives? You were put on their team as a balance, you were put there to be guided and who was better to guid you than you once upper class men Satoru?
You were put on their missions, it started simple, the three of you going against curses together but you noticed very quickly that your friendship meant more to them than what met the eye. The friendship you thought of as normal or even just knowing them out of same interests turned dark far to fast.
What stool out at you the most was during a mission when you were saving a civilian from a low level curse, after a hour the fight was over and you were clean from any wounds, the man just ran up to you muffling his words between tears grabbing your hands.
âthank youâI donât know what wouldâve happened if you didnât show up!â
The man hugged you and the next thing you knew you tilted your head and suguru was already pulling him off of you pushing the man away harshly throwing him to a wall of a near by store.
âWhat do you think youâre doing suguru?!â
You quickly ran forward to him pulling him away from the civilian leaving the man running off terrified, your hands reaching up to his uniform shaking him back and forth while yelling at him. All Geto seems to do is stare blankly like he didnât care what you did in the slightest.
âHe touched you [name], nobody should get up close and personal, unless itâs me or Satoruâ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? You two arenât my damn keepers, we are friends Suguru- just friends!â
You look at him offended with your lips pressing in a thin line shoving him back and letting him go, walking off pushing past a confused Gojo leaving him tilting his head looking back at Geto with a âwhat did you do?â Face.
The next few days to pass you avoided Geto like the plague, only being around Gojo when he wasnât near Suguru.
Sitting in a cafĂ© during the weekend with Gojo lifting your drink, the feeling was off and you werenât the biggest fan of how Gojo kept staring over at you but your dad was pushing you to be more like other boys your age, thatâs how you ended up calling Gojo on the water day morning after the incident with Geto.
âYou donât have to avoid him Yâknow [name]?â
Gojo breaks the silent looking at you with his eyes rolled forwards under his glasses watching your every move when you take a bite of whatever pastries you made him buy you.
âHeâs just so damn possesive Toru- itâs like he thinks Iâm his property..itâs just weirdâ
Gojo just gives a shrug, of course he would. Always sticking up and vouching for Geto like he was some sort of fan boy. What did you really expect? Gojo knew Geto before you, they had an uncanny close relationship and knowing all you know now looking back on it thatâs the reason Suguru didnât mind sharing you with Satoru.
âI think youâre overreacting, he was probably just worried about you, Iâm sure he did in in good intentionsâ
âYeah, whatever you say Toruâ
You shove down a few more bites while Gojo takes a sip of his tea, you couldnât shake the feeling of being watched but you always feel that way. Gojo kept trying to bring the topic back to Geto, trying to persuade you two to make up and apologize but you were just creeped out with his actions.
âCome on? Heâs our friend [name] you donât wanna be the one to put a wedge in our trio right?â
Gojo did his best to speak sweetly to you. Trying to convince you, and if that didnât work then heâd just whine and make you feel bad til you felt like you just had to forgive Suguru. You didnât wanna be the reason your friend ship fell apart with them right?âŠ
The next day was a Sunday and Gojo had practically done everything but force you to meet up with Geto. Gojo had used the fact he and Geto were on a mission looking after a girl as the perfect opportunity to finally get you three together.
You hear your phone ringing whilst you lay sprawled out in bed, itâs a Sunday morning after all, itâs the last day of your week to sleep in until next weekend.
âHello Toru..whyâre you calling me so early?..â
âI just wanted to ask if you wanted to come and hangout at the beach today? Me and Geto are gonna be watching after this girl for our mission and I really-really want you there [nicknaamee]â
You just let out a small sigh and groggily open your eyes up begrudgingly mumbling back out to Satoru when you hear his whiny voice on the other end of the phone pleading and going high pitch on the nickname he gave youâ
âFine Iâll come but donât let him act creepy Toruâ
After that day at the beach things fell right back in line, you and Suguru had made up, and Gojo was happy, after all his best friends had made up.
Then it went and happened, some assassin had killed who they were protecting- or so Satoru told you. You werenât there the day it had happened, you were on another mission with your upperclassman Nanami. Suguru wasnât the same after that point, he hardly talked to you or Gojo- he would just silently space out staring at you.
Then summer hit and when he had came back he wasnât the same at all, he was cold and distant and snapped at you over the slightest things. If you spent more time with Satoru than him then heâd give you the cold shoulder until you apologized despite your lack of knowing what you did wrong.
âI just donât understand why youâre acting like this Suguru?â
You walked along side Gojo after school one day following after Geto, your eyes were wide and your lips pressed firm.
âHey! Where are you goin?!â
Gojo ran faster than you walking forward more when Suguru stops and turns facing Gojo, their argument starts leaving you chiming in every few seconds standing next to Satoru, by the end of their fight Suguru just turns forward to walk away.
âSuguru wait! What the hell are you doing?â
You stand in utter disbelief for what was happening right in front of youâ this couldnât be happening? Your friendship was splitting up right before you and suguru, the boy that was eerily close around you was leaving you now.
You didnât think you were going to be that affected over the loss but it left you confused on how you felt.
The days following that incident the team had drifted apart but you and Gojo had a newfound closeness but you couldnât shake the feeling of always being watched, it felt like all eyes were on you even when you were walking through your dorm, that must just be the paranoia that comes with being a jujustu sorcerer right?
By the time you had graduated from Jujustu high, Gojo was already number one, you were happy for him of course as any friend would be. Eventually by the ripe age of twenty you take up a teaching job at jujustu high after a long time of Satoru pestering you to take the job with him.
âIf I take the job will you just shut up Toru?â
âOf course I will! I promise [nickname]â
You eventually get tasked over the same team as Gojo, which you found strange. Not that Gojo didnât totally pull strings to make them place you two together. The teams you were mentoring were names Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi, the boy that Gojo had been watching after ever since he fought with his father- you think heâs the son of that assassin that killed Riko.
The Jujustu world became hectic, not that it was new but it became crazier than usual especially after finding out that Yuji boy had ate one of the king of curses fingersâ how was he even alive after that?
Over the years of being a Jujustu sorcerer you had seen and dealt with many things and you couldnât deny you never thought youâd see Suguru again, not after what he did to his parents- you had just assumed he was gone for good. For some odd reason Gojo never seemed too concerned it felt as though he knew something you never did.
You remember earlier in the day hearing Satoru asking you to take the subway with him later after classes had ended, something about this new place he wanted to take you too and knowing Gojo and his Expensive tastes you had just expected another luxury restaurant so imagine the confusion on your face when you see a old Japanese style parlor.
You walk right in behind Gojo, following confused seeing the dark colored interior and dim lights, non sorcerers walking out of the place wearing matching robes.
âWhat is this place Toru?â
âItâs just a parlor ran by an old friendâ
The way he hummed those words with a smirk made you feel uneasy, this place felt cultic, the purple walls and candles lit around the halls leading towards a pair of Japanese styled double doors, Satoru opens them ushering you inside. Your senses feel different in this room, it smells sweet and all you can do is feel fuzzy inside, were you being laced?
When you come to again you open your eyes half way seeing two figures hovering above you. Softness is all you can seem to feel right now, youâre laying on something soft, maybe a pillow? Itâs fluffy and all you wanna do is close your eyes and succumb again, your body is weak and you only muster up enough strength to open your eyes when you feel a hand undoing your pants.
Your eyes roll around a little in their sockets before focusing in on the two figures, they look like yin and yang- one has white hair, itâs GojoâŠis thatâ
âSuguru?â
His name sounds pathetic when you slur your words looking up at him letting out a little whine seeing his robes, where has he been and why was he dressed like a messiah. What was happening? All those thoughts are postponed when you feel hands pulling your cock out of your boxers.
âYou have no idea how much Iâve missed you [name], god you know how hard it is to not be able to touch you? To not hear my name from your mouth? Itâs torture sweetheartâ
âAwe suguru! You told me the cameras I put in his apartment were close enough?â
Satoru and Geto conversation while kneeling before your body, one of them on either side of you with Suguruâs hand on your cock playing with the soft flesh and teasing it. Your body felt too many things to let your mind properly think.
âYouâre alive?â
Those words come out shakily with your body shuddering feeling the warm palm of his hand under the base of your cock pulling a few strokes while Satoru leans down more sliding your shirt up your body, lifting your arms up and discarding it while you lay on your back in the parlor. Your eyes seeing candles lit around the room next to a picture of Getoâ this was a cult.
âOf course Iâm alive? Why wouldnât i be [name]?âŠyou know me and Satoru will never leave youâ
âLook at him Suguru, heâs so loopy, I told you that gas was too strong~â
Your cock pulses in his hand with your nipples erect from the cool air, your body heating up and your cock starting to leak precum.
âWhatâre you two doing?â
The words fall weakly while you lay on the pillows with your eyes circling in on Geto the whole time he touches your cock, your eyes rolling over to Gojo when he coos words to you talking you through it while your hands tremble pulling at the pillows.
âWhat weâve wanted to do since day one [name]â
Suguru hums, leaning in more stroking your cock a little faster and moving his way between your thighs before craning his neck backwards whispering out something to Gojo. Gojo groans and pouts, taking his hands off your body and getting up walking off and out of the room leaving you and Suguru alone.
When Gojo comes back heâs holding a bottle of strawberry flavored Lube, Geto letâs go of your now hard cock and turns you over on your stomach, Gojo tossing Suguru the lube while he squirts the lube all up and down your crack, sitting the lube aside and squishing your cheeks together over and over making the lube smear around in between your cheeks.
âAll I can think about is how youâll taste, I hope Satoru donât get mad I eat you up firstâ
Geto leans down kissing your arch and holding your hips sliding them down to your ass cheeks and slowly pulling them apart while grinning up at Gojo, watching the white haired man undoing his slacks and pulling out his cock, Gojo slaps his tip to your lips still soft.
âToru please-â
âCâmon, suck it hard fâme?â
Before you can respond Geto has his faced buried between your cheeks eating you out like your his last meal, his tongue sliding up and down your crack and back down to your rim.
When your lips part to gasp, Gojo takes that as his chance to shove his cock down your throat making your lips wrap around him gagging and tearing up laying on your stomach with Satoruâs hand reaching down to grab a handful of your locks making you tilt your head back and look up at him.
âHowâs it taste [name]?â
You canât seem to muster a word, feeling Getoâs tongue going flat against your rim and pressing its way inside you while he reaches one hand under you to grab back ahold of your cock, Suguru starts stroking you in time with his tongue while aiming your cock down towards the pillows in jerking motions like he was milking you.
Gojo and Geto share gleaming looks, they were on cloud nine finally getting the intimacy from you they had longed after for years. Gojo thrusts his hips forward slowly making your cheeks bulge with every motion, his cock now fully hardened in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making vibrations around his base when you wail out.
âPoor baby is all delirious isnât he Satoru?â
Geto smile against your flesh, pressing sloppy wet kisses to your rim rolling his own eyes back at the taste of strawberry and you on his tongue leaving a satisfaction in his stomach with his cock hard under his robes being pressed to his hip.
Gojo keeps stroking your hair before starting to lift your head by your hair and bob your mouth up and down on his cock making you deep throat him to the point your face was buried in his white pubes.
âSuguâtworu ple~â
Your words come out choppy around his cock. You speak with your mouth full feeling your throat hurting and the hot tears in your eyes streaming down your cheeks being used by the two men unable to put up a fight due to the drugs in your system keeping you weak between the men.
The feeling of Getoâs tongue swirling around your insides makes your head go fuzzy again, you just wanna close your eyes but you canât because yours are locked on Gojoâs bright blue ones, have they always been as blue as they are now? The look of pleasure on his faces makes knots build in your stomach knowing youâre the cause for his half closed eyes.
âOh youâre so close arenât you? Donât even gotta answer I can tell [name]â
Geto can tell by the way your rim greedily puckers around his tongue and the amounts of precum oozing from your tip that youâre on the verge of your orgasm. His hand keeps working you between your thighs leaving your legs trembling laying on your stomach when a wave of heat floods your whole body making you moan around Gojoâs cock.
Your tip starts to swell angrily under Getoâs thumb, when his tongue laps your prostate it pushes you past your breaking point making you lose it, cumming all over the pillows, staining the purple fabrics with an off white stain making Gojo look down at you with his signature smirk.
âMhmfâ heâs a fuckin squirter Satoruâ
âSuguru you should just feel how heâs gagging on me right now-â
They talk about you like you arenât there, using you for their own pleasures you feel Geto pulling his face from your cheeks with one last lick pulling his tongue out of you leaving your s/c ass all sticky from a mix of spit and lube.
Geto starts lifting up his robes pulling them up over his head throwing them to the side with a smile, wearing black boxer briefs with a prominent bulge inside them with a dark patch of black hair trailing down his abdomen giving Satoru little to the imagination.
Suguru slides his fingers under his boxer waist band pulling them down his thighs allowing his cock to spring forward and press to his stomach.
âI would ask if youâre ready [name] but you probably shouldnât speak with your mouth full~â
His voice is cold and mocking not giving a damn about Satoru face fucking you like a fleshlight. Suguru pulls your slick cheeks apart again thrusting his cock up and down your crack getting himself lubed up with the mixed substances.
Gojo reached his thumb down tracing over your full cheeks, watching how your throat bulges more and more the deeper he pushes himself inside your mouth fucking your eyes to reverse watching how they looked away from him and into the back of your head with a teary face that could arouse any man.
âI need-air tworu~â
Your drool running down your chin with your cock half limp between your thighs from how Geto jerked you off leaving you already feeling empty. Suguru reaches his hands up and grips your hips tightly nudging his cockhead against your rim watching while it stretches wide in a sad attempt to fit him, his cock feels like itâs tearing you in half.
âFuck!~ hurts Suguruââ
You gasp when Satoru pulls his cock from your mouth leaving you fishing the purple pillows clenching up around Geto while he lazily pushes in, he doesnât pay mind to it hurting you, he rubs small circles on your hips before bottoming himself all the way inside you with your rim leaving a little blood in with the lube from being stretched so much you tore.
âShh, now you know you can take it canât you [nickname]â
Gojo drops your head letting it fall forward with your teary face in the purple pillows, your lips all swollen and your throat feeling like razors doing nothing but keeping you from screaming anymore. Your voice is weak and all you can do is hold the pillows and let out little squeals around Suguru.
âSuguru- pleaseeââ
You get shut up again by Satoruâs cock, he doesnât tap his tip to your lips like last time, he forced his whole cock back down your drool filled throat making a slobbery mess running down your face while you reach one hand back trying to push Suguruâs hands off your hips.
âDonât even try it [name] you know better, god youâre still as feisty as the last time I seen youâ
Suguru reached one hand forward holding both your wrists tightly leaving promising red marks while he slowly thrusts his hips forward pushing your face more into Satoruâs groin when Suguru starts to fuck you from behind holding you and binding you with his hands keeping you all defenseless but at this point with the way his cock is sliding against your inner walls you canât even properly think.
âThere you go [nickname] youâre so good at this arenât you? I think he was made for two cocks Suguruâ
Gojoâs blindfold hanging around his neck with his large hand around the back of your head holding it in place while he rocks his hips forward making his veins start prodding against the roof of your mouth more showing you he was close.
âHmfh!~ Toruuâ
You whine wanting to reach your hand down and start touching your cock, you needed to come so bad but you couldnât do anything but depend on them to make sure you got off. Suguruâs cock pressed against your prostate milking your insides with his base stretching your channel to fit his cock like he was trying to mold you.
âDoes our boy wanna come that bad?â
Geto asks you with a fake confused tone fucking you a little harder holding your hands behind your back with one hand using the other to reach down and lift your left thigh up forcing his cock inside you at a deeper angle making you feel every vein and curve to his cock.
âMh hmm-!â
Youâre so far gone you canât bother to care about every messed up thing these men are doing to you, all your mind can process is âneeda comeâ your back arches and you start trying to bob your head under Satoruâs hand trying to earn good graces from him when you look up at him with your wide eyes batting your lashes back and forth like a doll.
âOh whatâs this? I think heâs starting to be a good boy Satoru, you think we should let him come?â
Suguru asks Satoru with a smug smile holding your thigh tight fucking your insides raw with your rim all puffy and wrapped around his cock split open wide now accepting him with ease with the room in the parlor filling up with lewd squelches from the mix of lube and his spit making wet sounds when his hips hit your ass cheeks.
Plap-plap-plap, the sounds silently echo throughout the room while you just stare up at Gojo with a full mouth before feeling his load shoot down your throat spilling all over the back of your throat and running down the roof of your mouth leaving the pungent taste on your lips.
âI think we should let him come Suguru- heâs been actin nice hasnât he?â
âI think youâre right Toru~ good boys deserve rewards after allâ
Geto letâs your arms go reaching back down between your thighs starting to jerk your cock like he did before, fucking you rougher with his chubby cock head pulsing and twitching on your prostate putting a strong pressure in your stomach threatening to break over at any moment.
Satoruâs cock slips out of your mouth letting you finally breath and gasp for air while Gojo stares down at your face stroking his soft cock hard again and aiming it at your fucked out face watching you get pounded from behind by Geto.
âClose- just a little more- suguru pleasee~!â
You start letting out whiny moans and sounds you never new your voice could make when his thumb runs right across your slit, staring up at Gojo the whole time with your teary face ruined and covered in tears and drool with your hair messy from Gojoâs pulling. Geto keeps going bucking his hips forward harshly rutting himself into you going deep as he can pressing his balls to your backside feeling your rim spasming ready to orgasm around him.
When Suguru flicks his wrist holding the base of your cock it sends you over the edge arching your back under him clenching around his cock and holding onto the purple fabric beneath you, orgasming so hard your ears start ringing making everything in the room feel surreal when you come in Getoâs hand.
âThere he goes Suguru- oh thatâs such a beautiful face youâre making [nickname]â
Your come floods over Suguruâs thumb and spilling onto the pillows under you making you wail and cry at the nearly dry orgasm being pulled from your cock having you stiffening up under the two men with your nose scrunched in a over stimulated pleasure.
âIâm getting close [name], gonna flood these insidesâ
When Gojo hears those words he starts stroking his cock faster at your face watching his two best fiends fucking eachother with you laying all out of it and fuzzy from the drugs having you limp under Geto when he lets your thigh down to mount you more fucking your motionless body making you feel how his cock nudged you on its own before his flood gates break.
âO-oh hng~ suguru-â
The words come out high pitched and louder than the last when his come floods your anal cavity, the warmth surrounds your prostate in a hot sensation leaving you feeling all bloated and full from his seed, your hole instinctively starts to clench and unclench around him milking the rest of his load out of him while Gojo lets out a groan watching the whole scene play out before him.
âHere it comes [nickname]â
Those words were the only warning that Gojo gave you before his orgasm shoots across your face all over your nose and lips running down your chin, mixing in with your spit and tears leaving you completely ruined from the two men, with two loads in your tummy and another on your face leaving you spent.
âI canât take no more Toru~ Suguru I canât-â
âBut you gotta [nickname] ! I havenât even got to feel your hole yet~â
Gojo lets out a whine while Geto lets go of your cock and pulls out of your ass, using his thumb to push any come that oozes from your hole back inside you while he rotates with Gojo letting Satoru get right behind you swapping places, god! At this rate it was gonna be a real long night.
âToru- I canât take itâ
You droop your head down feeling his hands flipping you over back into your back on the pillows feeling your come stained pillow fabric pressed to your skin making you cringe, Satoru lifts up one of your legs placing it up on his shoulder nudging your sore rim with his cock while Suguru adjusts himself now facing at your head pressing his cock against your come stained lips.
âDonât lie, we know you can take it [nickname], you were made to take it babyâ
âHeâs right baby, we know you can handle itâ
They donât take your weak response as an answer, Gojo slowly pushes his cock into your already stretched hole, sliding in easily from Getoâs come and lube. Your chest aiming up at the air arching splayed on your back with your cock red and soft unable to harden from being milked to many times by the men.
Suguru pushes his cock pash your lips delving it into your wet cavern. Your throat bulges again from your now full mouth, your whole body aches and hurts but all you can do is lay still and take it. Gojo gives you no time to rest before he lifts your other leg up in the air holding you in a mating press while jackhammering into you.
âFuck Suguru, youâre right his hole feels so fucking goodâ
Geto hums in response shuddering a little when your canines graze over a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock making him reach his hand down choking your throat a little bit as a warning making your fission blur from the lack of oxygen and the way Gojo was fucking you, reaching more spots than Suguru if that was even possible.
âAh- careful with your teeth baby, donât chew on it. Suck itâ
Your thighs start trembling pressed to your chest with Gojo dipping his face down and burying his face into your pecks like a madman, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. His hips roll forwards lifting and reaching down to pull your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with your moans being gagged by Suguruâs cock.
âTâmuush~ too stuffed Suguru~â
You roll your eyes back into your head looking up at Geto above you with your nose pressed to his balls from the angle he was fucking your mouth at leaving Satoruâs cum all smeared across your face like a sticky mess. Your cock half limp and tender against your inner thigh while it rests on your stomach leaking a little puddle.
âYou sucked Satoru off fine, I think you can handle me too [name], now donât start acting defiant again on usâ
The way Geto spoke to you made you whine sadly unable to fight either of them, the drug still in your system and the way they were trying to consume your body whole left you mute sucking on his cock while Gojo pressed his chest up against yours making your toes curl up when he thrusts forward and nails your sweet spot head on.
âDonât be so mean to him Suguru, heâs just about used up Sâ allâ
Satoru coos out to Suguru while he makes the pillows dip under the shared weight of him on top of you, Getoâs come swirling around your insides and trickling down your thighs around the base of Gojoâs cock while Gojo bites down on your nipple again only pulling his mouth off of your flesh to speak.
âIâm getting close [name], doâ you want it down your throat or face?â
Geto asks looking down at you feeling his balls drawing up against your cheek signaling he was close to his peak. Gojo on the other hand didnât care about Suguruâs orgasm, he was too busy trying to chase his own inside your stomach. Your rim starts burning and stinging from being used and gaping around a cock for so long leaving you in painful pleasure.
âOn mâ face~â
You whimper out quietly just not wanting to have to taste another load or feel more come inside your stomach. Reaching one hand down whining when you start to touch your cock, it felt like touching a stiff rod, your hand slowly moved up and down it crying to have to pull another orgasm but you needed to come so bad.
âYou canât do that [nickname] you gotta come from me or Suguru, so no touchin yourselfâ
Before you can respond or complain Satoru has his free hand slipping off your hip and down onto your cock, quickly swatting your hand away from it. His strokes arenât gentle like yours were, his are fast and unorganized like his thrusts are. Gojo takes his mouth off your nipple and shoves his face in your neck while Suguru keeps fucking your mouth, his thrusts slow down pulling out of your mouth with his cock jumping on its own.
âThere we go [name] see what you do to us?â
Your ass feels sore and red from hips slapping against them over and over but before you can complain a hot load shoots all over your face spilling into your eyelashes and into your mouth making you taste his come, he tasted sweeter than Gojo, his semen more thick and less opaque than Satoruâs.
âIâm getting close Sa-Toruu~â
Your voice cracks from a sore face fucked throat, your lips are all sticky and cracked in the corners from opening your mouth too wide, your lips part and ho agape making an âOâ shape when Gojo bites at the crook of your neck licking over the red marks heâs leaving on your S/c skin.
Your abdomen starts feeling hotter and more tense making you sweat underneath Satoru when his cock teases your insides making your legs feel like jello up in the air with your knees bent over his shoulders. By the way Gojo was tensing up and the muscles of his shoulders stiffened beneath your finger nails you could tell he was about to come.
âMe too- youâre just milking it out of me [nickname]â
His hand works harder and faster against your cock making you groan starting to orgasm shaking and crying with hardly any semen able to spill from you. Your tip starts leaking barely any pre come, you begin orgasming dry making Geto smile above you happy to know they had milked your body dry, Suguru reaches his hand down stroking your cheek while Gojo plows you between your thighs making the room spin through your eyes.
Soon the feeling of warmth in your gut hits you again letting you know Satoru had just found his release inside you, his semen seeping out of you overflowing your hole leaving the thin strings of his come running down your thighs and staining the pillows beneath the two of you.
âToruu.. Iâm soo sore-â
You whisper out under him reaching one hand up to his neck and grabbing his hair with your other hand still on his shoulder. Rolling your eyes forwards looking up at Suguru with your insides flooded and your face ruined- god you canât handle these two insane men- Theyâre something else!
#sleep-0-deprived#sleep 0 deprived#x male reader#x male reader smut#bottom male reader#sub male reader#jjk x male reader#jujustu kaisen x male reader#dark content x male reader#male yandere x male reader#geto suguru x male reader#geto suguru#dark content#gojo x reader x geto#jjk geto#geto x reader#jjk gojo#gojo x bottom male reader#gojo x male reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jjk smut#jujutsu gojo#mlm ns/fw#polyamory#threes0me#gojo x geto#satosugu#jjk x reader#yandere cw
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Updating mine
MY TOP TEN FAVORITE JJK SHIPPS!!!!
10. SHOKOHIME
They stole Jogo and Hanami's place because I got it into my head that Jogo is like the grumpy grandfather and Hanai is the vegan aunt of the curse family! I like them. I think it's a ship with a lot of potential. I need to consume more content, but I love the fanarts!!!
9. HIGUNANA
This crack grew in me and now I'm suffering for them after the last chapter. In a kind universe, Higuruma and Nanami adopted Yuji and they live happily and happily!!! I think the two go together a lot and the fanfics are adorable! These Old Yaoi will be the death of me!!!!
8. CHOSOYUKI
They've come down a little, but man I still love them!!! Even more so now because my thirst for Choso awakened and I started reading fanfics of him being a good big brother and I fell to my knees! I still want to write more and explore his relationship with Yuji. And God, YUKI IS AMAZING!!!! THEY DESERVED TO STAY TOGETHER, AKUTAMI YOU DAMN IT!!!!
7. HIGUKUSA
A friend on twt is feeding me higukusa art and, god, this crack (not so crack, because that "I'll protect you even if I have to die for it" from kusakabe hit me hard) has taken root in my heart! I'm also obsessed with Higuruma, so I combined the useful with the pleasant!
6. INUOKKO
THEY ARE CUTE OKAY!!!! I AM OBSESSED WITH CREATING HCS FOR THEM!!! I don't consume much of their stuff, but all the fanart I've seen is cute and their participation in the itafushi fics I read is always welcome!!! It's kind of strange to read something where they're not togetherâŠ
5. NOBAMAKI
MY OPINION HAS NOT CHANGED, OKAY??? NOBAMAKI IS WONDERFUL AND I WOULD KILL TO HAVE MORE OF THEM!!! But since I saw Nobara's flashback I've been wondering if Fumi wouldn't be a good ship too? Does anyone have a fanfic/fanart of him, by the way??? ANYWAY, NOBAMAKI IS STILL MY FAVORITE!!!
4. KIRAKARI
I'M IN LOVE WITH KIRARA!!!! SHE AND HAKARI ARE THE ONLY HEALTHY THINGS IN THIS MISERABLE MANGA!!!! I love imagining what their relationship is like, writing hcs slice to life minis and drawing Kirara! But I'm getting worried because I saw someone saying that Kirara could appear in the Hakari x Urame fight to help her boyfriend and I know what's going to happen and I don't want it to happen! GEGE GET THESE DIRTY CLAWS AWAY FROM MY BABIES!!!!
3. SATOSUGU
YOU RUINED BLACK AND WHITE FOR ME, YOU DEPRESSED BITCHES!!! My friend is obsessed with them and boy can I understand! These two are tragic, with a beautiful dynamic and a happy ending(?). Plus they fucked up my Christmas Eve. I hope these two bitches are causing terror in heaven!
2. ITAFUSHI!!!!
If you've known me for more than a second, you'll know that I have an average of five outbreaks a day because of these two. This whole thing about always trying to save others even if it condemns them destroys me, okay??? Fanfics and fanarts also feed me! And I'm going to convince all my friends to ship this too so I can yell at 2am at them about little details of their dynamic! AND THEY MATCH SO MUCH!!! Of course, no more than our first place!!!!
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EVERYONE X THERAPY!!!
Please let the deaths stop and this become canon
Honorable mention for _ Tojikuna (more because a twt artist is obsessed with them and that rubbed off on me) _ Hainana _ Toji x Mamagumi _ Okkofushi (Yuta was Megumi's first crush and you can't get that out of my head) _ Uraume x Sukuna (one-sided) _ Yuta x Maki
#First place is what needs to happen the most!#like#I really want this to happen#two weeks without an episode and I'm freaking out already#itafushi#fushiita#satosugu#nobamaki#inuokko#shokohime#higukusa#higunana#chosoyuki#kirakari
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belphie makeing out hcs (sfw and nsfw)
Look man I'm down bad and I don't wanna here a damn thing- also since this is part of the last batch of fics â ïžREQUEST ARE OPENâ ïž my pined post has the rules and a link to my fandom list as well as master lists so PLEASE send in request!
Sfw, NSFW under cut, older fic etc etc
belphie is only 99% âhumanâ in his human formÂ
So in his human form belphies tongue is still longer than average, but in his demon form? Ho boy, belphie has a cow tongue, it's also spotted in his demon formÂ
Belphie likes to start out with slow lazy kisses on your jaw and the corners of your lips, it almost always starts that way
A lazy kiss on your jaw, a sleepy kiss on the corner of your mouth, a kiss to your lips that's slightly too hungry to be innocentÂ
Likes to be close to you when you make out and it also usually happens after he wakes up from a nap so the most common positions are ;
 you you laying on his chest with your legs straddling his hips, his hand on your butt and the other threaded threw your hair and pushing down slightlyÂ
Or, your laying down and he's straddling your hips, arms wrapped tightly around your waist pulling you up slightly and flush against his chest as he pushes your head against the soft pillowsÂ
Of course there are times at night when belphie is wide awake, most of the time when this happens, your sitting in his lap while his arms are laily wrapped around you
You've made out in the corners, under the stairs, in dark halls, any place in RAD that isn't completely public. This is mainly because 1) he wants to piss off lucifer 2) if he cant sleep between class then heâll make out with you and 3) other demons need to know their place, your HIS.Â
Not as slopy as some of the other brothers but he's one who likes to lick you a lot, heâll pull your head back and slowly drag his tongue along your neck nice and slow, making sure that it leaves a trail of his saliva before hes right back to claiming your mouth
Gotta make sure other demons can smell him on youÂ
Belphie has wandering hands when you make out they definitely like to roam and grope at whatever he can, weather that be your ass or squishing your thighs, belphies hands roamÂ
When his hands aren't roaming wild their threaded thru your hair and gripping your lower back/buttÂ
Nsfw below cutÂ
Almost nothing makes his dick harder then seeing you gag on his tongueÂ
He loves to see you all flushed and drooling slightly as you moan and gag around his tongueÂ
Kinda gives him a power trip knowing he can make you so flushed and needy just from this
 He likes it when he can pound into you and not break the kiss, his cock shoving into you while his thick tongue claims your mouthÂ
Sometimes he cant resist and heâll fuck you in a closet at RAD, what is he suposed to do? Not get rock solid while you moan and gasp from just a kiss (and ur grabby hands sir)
The kinda guy to cum in your mouth and proceed to still makeout with you because he literally doesn't care (we stan a man who gives smooches after head)
If your sitting on his lap then you can feel his erection poke your thigh, if hes stradaling you then his knee is between you legs and m-maybe heâll hump you a little (or if you let him, until he cums
#obey me belphegor#obey me! x reader#obey me!#obey me x reader#obey me#belphegor obey me#belphegor smut#belphegor x reader#obey me belphie#om! belphegor#belphegor x mc#obey me smut#x reader
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Gym Crush (Part 2)
Read Part 1 by @exploratorytfs.
Itâs been a year and a half since the swap, and not a day goes by that I donât think about how crazy it all was. You might be wonderingâwhy would I trade the life I had? I mean, I had it pretty damn good.
Before all this, I was hot. Not just passable, but the kind of hot that turned heads. I had worked my ass off to look the way I didâhours at the gym, eating clean, all of it. And then there was Edgar. God, Edgar. This dude was a walking Greek statue: broad shoulders, a thick chest, veins for days. I mean, it wasnât just the muscles; it was the way he carried himself. Confidence, swagger, like he knew he could get whatever he wanted. And yeah, I guess at the time, he was my boyfriend.
But even with all of thatâbeing hot, dating a hunk like EdgarâI just couldnât do it anymore.
Youâre probably thinking Iâm nuts. I mean, guys like Edgar donât come around often, especially not for guys like me. Letâs be real, most dudes who look like him wouldnât even give a trans guy like me the time of day. So, yeah, I was lucky. At least, thatâs what I kept telling myself. I shouldâve been happy, but the truth is... I wasnât.
Why? Well, Edgar. He wanted me to be this perfect, submissive, fem bottom. And look, Iâve got nothing against that. There are guys out there who rock that vibe, who own it, and good for them. Thatâs just not who I am.
I know, I knowâsaying this out loud would probably get me canceled in half the gay bars across the country. But I really am masc for masc. Always have been. Iâm not saying it to be some sort of gatekeeper or anything; itâs just... thatâs what Iâve always wanted for myself.
And itâs not just about who Iâm attracted toâitâs about me, too. My whole life, Iâve been trying to prove Iâm man enough. To the world. To other guys. Hell, even to myself.
Transitioning was the first step, obviously. But it wasnât enough. I wanted to look the part, you know? Thatâs why I inked myself up. And the gym was my second home, but even after countless hours of sweat and dedication, I could never quite bulk up. No matter how much protein I shoved down or how hard I lifted, my frame stayed twinky.
Donât get me wrongâthere were plenty of guys who loved me for it. I mean, twinks are kind of a whole thing, right? A lot of guys wouldâve killed to look like I did, but that wasnât the point. It didnât feel like me. I didnât just want to be a guy; I wanted to be a man. The kind of man Edgar was.
And Edgar... he didnât see me that way. Sure, heâd call me hot, touch me like he couldnât get enough, but then heâd taunt me. Heâd weaponize my body. Every time he called me âpussy boyâ or made some comment about how he was more of a man than I was, it chipped away at me. He mightâve thought it was playful, but to me it was cruel. And I couldnât take it anymore.
Initially, I thought if I just stuck it out, maybe things would change. Maybe heâd see me differently, respect me more. He didnât. My self-esteem tanked. I started dreading the time we spent together, and eventually, I just... stopped putting out.
And of course, thatâs when things really fell apart. Edgar doesnât do well with rejectionâbig shocker, right? So yeah, I wasnât exactly surprised when Edgar came sliding back into my DMs after. But honestly, I wasnât planning on responding. Iâd already been down that road, and Iâd told myself after the last timeâno more.
Still, when I saw what he was pitching, I couldnât help but be curious. Swapping bodies with a cis guy? At first, I rolled my eyes. Like, thats even possible. But the more I thought about it, the more curious I got.
The guy Edgar had in mind? Not exactly a stunner. When Edgar sent me his photo, I remember staring at it for way longer than I shouldâve, trying to pick out anything redeeming. The dude was... average. A little too soft in the face, a little too plain. But, to be fair, there was some potential there. Barely.
His eyes were nice, thoughâkind of soulful, in a way that made you think he might be a good guy deep down. And the kicker? He was taller than me by a good 6 Â inches. That alone had my interest. But letâs not kid ourselves; the real selling point was the fact that he had a cock.
That was the dream, wasnât it? My own cock. Iâd spent years dealing with the disappointment of not being able to fully live out the life I wanted. Transitioning had given me so much, but this? This was the missing piece. In this kidâs body, I could finally live out the fantasy that had been sitting in the back of my mind for years.
I could be the top Iâd always wanted to be. I could take guys home, pin them down, and breed them with my own cock and fill them with my own cum. No more strap-ons, no more awkward positioningâjust me, fully in charge, giving them EVERY. SINGLE. INCH.
Maybe with a little muscle here, a little polish there, I could make it something great.
So I said yes.
Iâm not gonna lieâthe first year in this body wasnât easy. Adjusting to a new frame, new habits, new... everything? Yeah, it was a grind. But if thereâs one thing Iâve always had, itâs work ethic. Between that and this bodyâs naturally high testosteroneâand okay, yeah, I mightâve dipped into some steroids here and thereâIâd say I built myself up pretty damn good.
Look at me now. I run my own training service. I mean, itâs not like Iâm the most skilled coach out there or anything. But honestly? That doesnât seem to matter much. Guys line up for my programs, and we all know why. They donât just want my adviceâthey want to look like me. Iâm walking inspiration. Living proof that the dream is achievable, or at least thatâs how they see it.
And man, the way people treat me now? Everyoneâs calling me âbroâ or âdudeâ every other sentence. Not that they didnât beforeâIâve always leaned into that vibeâbut thereâs something about hearing it now that hits different. Maybe itâs the weight of my cock swinging in my shorts as they say it. Itâs like the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Everything just feels... right.
And the best part? This manhood of mine? Oh, itâs gotten around.
I mean, come on. Looking like this, how could it not? Guys want me. They crave me. They crave my fleshy, thick, no kidding, natural, beer can of a cock throbbing inside of them.Theyâll do whatever it takes to get a night with me, and honestly, who could blame them?
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The Villain's Protector (Part 1) - Don't Blame Me
Summary: The reader wants out from working for the CIA so they propose a deal. She acts as the captured Soldier Boy's caretaker and she's free to go in six months. Their idea of stealing Soldier Boy's supe altering powers aren't exactly for what the reader thinks though and she needs Solider Boy to escape for her own plans. But those plans go awry when the CIA unleashes a dangerous life-changing weapon and the only way for her and Soldier Boy to survive is to stick together...
Masterlist
Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader
Word Count: 5,400ish
Warnings: language, violence, torture, bombing,
A/N: This series takes place post Season 3. Please enjoy this first part and let me know what you think!
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âY/L/N.â You lifted an eyebrow, finding an unfamiliar older woman at the entrance to your office. Your supervisor nodded beside her and you pulled your headphones off, letting them rest around your neck. âYouâre off desk duty.â
âThe chatter from these guys-â
âYeah, I know. Somebody else will handle it. As of five minutes ago, you report to her now,â said your supervisor, rattling a knuckle on the door. You were ready to argue about how you were promised desk duty to finish out these last six months but she was gone before you could blink. You grumbled as the older woman stepped inside, closing the heavy door behind her.
âI heard you want out,â she said. You leaned back in your chair, cocking your head. âNobody ever really leaves the CIA you know.â
âWhatâs my handle ID?â you asked, the woman raising her chin. âI ainât telling you jack shit until I know youâre legit.â
âBlack Midnight Angel. You want to get to work now? Or you going to waste more of my time?â You narrowed your eyes, the woman giving it right back. âWork this job for six months until you leave and the agency will pay for your schooling. And I know youâre skeptical so we already wired the funds to your bank account.â
âBlack ops?â you asked quietly. She shook her head, taking a seat in the chair across your desk.
âMallory Fischer,â she said, your lips pressing into a thin line. âYou know what I do then.â
âYes, I do. Question is why do you want me on your team? There are far more qualified people.â She looked you up and down, a small smirk crossing her lips.
âYouâre right. Your agent assessment scores are average aside from your intel work. Last time you were in the field you were shot-â
âWhy. Me.â You knew it was coming. You knew exactly what was coming.
âYou have a year of medical school under your belt.â ThatâŠwas not what you were expecting. Did she notâŠknow? Maybe not. Fine. You werenât bringing that up if you could help it.
âI do. You should know that the reason I couldnât finish was because the CIA recruited me, despite my desire to not join,â you said, letting it hang in the air. Mallory rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. âYou people fucked up my life plan you know. Iâm thirty two. Iâm going to be a good 5 years minimum behind my peers by the time I graduate.â
âDid I give you the impression that I give a shit?â You grumbled but kept your mouth shut. âYou agreed to work here.â
âYou threatened to deport my friend if I didnât,â you growled.Â
âMaybe you shouldnât have had an ex-boyfriend with ties to-â
âJust stop. What the fuck do you want with me?â
âI have Soldier Boy.â You laughed, Mallory dead eyed. âIâm quite serious.â
âHe fucking blew up last week.â Mallory cocked her head. You sighed, running a hand over your mouth. âHe fell from, what, the seventieth floor? Heâs really that strong?â
âHeâs damn near indestructible. If it makes you feel better, Maeve survived too. But seeing as how she hates Vought more than most, we let her slide. Pretty sure she and her girlfriend went up to-âÂ
âSo sheâs free and you donât give a fuck about what she does. Fine. But what the fuck does âI have Soldier Boyâ mean exactly?â you asked. Mallory eyed you up and down.Â
âHeâs Homelanders father.â You rolled your eyes and she frowned. âWhy exactly is that not surprising to you?â
âCome on,â you laughed. âThe most powerful supe to exist suddenly disappears right around the time Homelander was born? Theyâre both the poster child for all american wonder boy. I figured he was the dad doing a book report in middle school. Itâs not that complicated.â
âThen you can understand why having Homelanderâs father provides us an opportunity. His power is the only weapon we have that comes close to taking Homelander out. You watch the news. Homelander is losing his shit. We need to find a way to deal-â
âYou donât need Soldier Boyâs powers to fucking catch Homelander. If you caught pops, you can catch the kid and for the record, I am not one of your fucking super agents so you want me for research, fine. But save the shooting and catching Homelander for your own people.â You scooted your chair in closer to your computer, Mallory grabbing your hand roughly when you placed it on your mouse.
âSoldier Boy didnât have the power to knock out other supes powers until after the Russianâs tortured him. We need to understand that ability of his and what made it change.â You sighed, pulling your hand away. âWork the job and in six months youâre gone.â
âAnd what exactly does this job entail?â
âWe need a doctor, or the next best thing, for the night shift. Twelve hour shifts. You feed him, clean him, tend to him. Most of the time heâs going to be out cold. Itâs maybe an hour of real work a night. You can do whatever the fuck you want in your office when youâre taking care of him, I really donât care. We just need him in working order, got it?â
You pushed away from your computer, lifting your chin. âAnd that hour where heâs not out cold? How the fuck do I go near him without dying?â
âYou better not be claustrophobic.â
Two Days Later
Mallory had ditched you not five minutes after seven pm after showing you to an office in the very plain looking warehouse in upstate New York. Sheâd naturally failed to mention that Soldier Boy was being held at a facility outside of the city. But you werenât about to complain, not when the commute was shorter than your original one. So there you stood, a frozen TV dinner in your backpack, a guard dressed head to toe in black combat gear with an assault rifle almost as big as you, still wondering what the hell you were meant to do.
âYou guys got a break room?â you sighed, dumping the bag on the desk and pulling out your dinner.
âTwo doors down on the left. Unisex bathroom is around the corner,â he said, still not revealing his face from behind his dark mask. That was fine. He was an overqualified security guard in your mind. âMallory left a schedule and map of the building on your desk. Burn them when youâve memorized it.â
âYup,â you said, walking past him and heading down the hall. âSo how many guards are there right now?â
âThe only staff on the night shift is yourself, a dozen interior guards, and four patrolling external officers.â
âNo custodial staff?â you asked, entering the bare bones room with a microwave, old fridge and a wobbly table. Wonderful.
âNo. They clean during the day. The facility isnât large enough to warrant external help.â You hummed, popping the tray out of the box and into the microwave. âDo you have any further questions?â
âIs the Novichok gas always on in the room heâs held in?â you asked. He shook his head.
âHeâs kept in a cryo tube during the night. Before entering the room, we will fill the room with gas for five minutes that will allow him to waken slightly but remain harmless. You will then enter in your hazmat suit and remove him from the chamber where you will perform your duties. When you indicate you are finished, we will increase the gas until he passes out and you can place him back in the tube. When you leave the room, we will stop the gas.âÂ
âDoes he eat during the day? What about the bathroom?â He was still and you frowned. âDude. I get that everything is need to know but I need to know basic shit about my patient.â
âYou feed him according to the schedule. He has a catheter.â
âAnd going number two?âÂ
âHe doesnât get solids.â
âI donât care what kind of liquid diet heâs on, heâs still going to shit.â
âI have my job, you have yours.âÂ
You grumbled when he left, hitting the power on for your dinner. Just what you wanted for a career. Wipe the ass of the worldâs most powerful supe.
You tried to forget about that portion of your âdutiesâ as you ate your meal. It was still going to be easier than your first rotation in med school, that was for sure. Heâd justâŠlay there drugged out of his mind. With the small threat in the air of if your hazmat suit tore for any reason, like say an angry supe being held prisoner grabbed it and ripped the plastic which he very likely was capable of even in that state.Â
Easy peasy.
You were able to distract yourself for an hour by walking the halls to figure out the layout of the building. The guard had been right. It wasnât a large building. There were a few offices and typical building facilities in the front of the building. Security was stationed in the middle and Soldier Boyâs holding cell along with a viewing room was in the back corner. What appeared to be an operating room was further down the hall but that wasnât entirely uncalled for in a black ops prison like this. You couldnât exactly take your wounded agents or prisoners to a normal hospital.Â
You ended your self-guided tour in the viewing room staring down at the dark room below. Save for the soft blue light emitting from the cryo tube. You couldnât see much at the angle. The top of the tube was see through but all you spotted were a pair of bare feet.
âHeâs not strapped down?â you asked as the door to your right opened, a guard stepping through, this one slightly shorter than the one youâd spoken to originally.
âNo. Youâll need to move him around. Heâs wearing a face mask providing a direct stream of Novichok gas to him. You only need to remove it when you shove a tube down his throat for feeding. Iâd suggest saving that for last.â
You quirked an eyebrow up. He was a supe, sure. This was a CIA secret holding prison, sure. The treatment of prisoners didnât exactly have to adhere to the Geneva Convention in this kind of environment.
But it felt gross treating him like a meat puppet, keeping him alive only to figure out his powers. Which made you consider something else.
âWhy go through the trouble of keeping him alive? Wouldnât it be easier to just drown him? Or just take his DNA and recreate the power aspect?â you asked. Unsurprisingly, the guard didnât answer. You crossed your arms, glancing at the clock on the wall. It wasnât much past eight and there were still a few hours until his scheduled âwakeâ time. âNew plan.â
âNewâŠplan?â he asked. You just knew he was rolling his eyes at you behind those thick black goggles.
âWell heâs my patient, isnât he? Iâm making a new schedule, one thatâs more appropriate for the patient.â
âYou canât do that,â he said quickly, your chin raising. âHeâs a prisoner.â
âI know Iâm just the glorified ass wiper for this guy but the more he feels like he has someone in his corner, the more apt he is to let a secret loose. Maybe he says jack shit but maybe he tells me what the russians did so you can figure out whatever power crap youâre looking for. Got it?âÂ
âThatâs the Y/N Iâd expect.â You turned around, Mallory appearing in a doorway behind you. âDismissed, Greg.â
âDonât play games with me,â you said when the guard left. Mallory took a few steps forward to join you at your side, peering down into the room below.Â
âWe had to know youâd be a team player. Youâre not dumb. I think you can understand why I want you to do this job, even if you donât have your medical degree.â You narrowed your eyes.Â
âAm I supposed to be his doctor or his fake friend? Which is it?â you asked.
âBoth. It probably wonât work, the cocky bastardâs too smart for it, but it doesnât hurt to try every option. Iâd like to think you in particular would be willing to do whatever it takes to figure out that supe destroying beam of his. Am I wrong?â You ignored her, staring through the glass to the dark room.Â
âYou hired me to be his doctor so thatâs what Iâll be. Anything more will be my choice, am I clear?âÂ
âFine. Now letâs get you acquainted with your patient.â
âFine.â You turned and left the room, heading down a set of stairs. You were in a changing room that had hazmat suits and respirators, different outfits for you to choose from. Along the back was a fridge that held his food, a thick mixture that looked completely unappealing. Beside the fridge was a cart for you to bring in and out, a medical bag on top but otherwise it was bare.
You stared at the options and sighed as you picked up the gas mask on its own. For one, if he wanted to kill you, he really could, suit or no suit. But mostly you had a bad feeling in your gut, like he needed some actual human interaction. If they were barely letting him be conscious during the day, he was going to start having problems. Namely, the angry supe was only going to get angrier which meant more violent which meant way more likely he killed you.
A gentle hand might be the only way to get through these six months in one piece.Â
After securing your mask, you made a note of the log by the fridge, surprised to find heâd been fed roughly an hour before your shift started. Huh. Maybe they were treating him better than youâd though. With your bag in hand, you hit the button on the wall, thick metal doors opening and allowing you to step into an air lock. You hit the button behind you, sealing it off and then a large black one with a hazard symbol over it. A small light appeared red over the button for a moment before turning green. You hit the button on the far wall and another thick door opened to the dim room. A fine mist clung to the air, deadly novichok swirling all around you. You raised your arm, checking for any reaction but you werenât expecting one. Novichok was an aerosol. You had to breathe it in to suffer any consequences which hopefully youâd never find out how that felt.
The door shut quietly behind you, leaving you alone save for Mallory observing from behind the thick glass panel above.
You set the bag down, approaching the side of the far end of the chamber and hitting a large black button. A locking mechanism released, the door swinging open and allowing you to grab the end of the pull out tray. The first thing you noticed was Soldier Boy was naked, followed by a slight warmth to the air. The tray helped but he was heavy, a solid wall of muscle you noticed as your eyes darted over his body. Every inch of him oozed strength.
Ever so gently, you moved to his side, knuckles grazing over up his leg, over his strong thigh, soldi chest. You rested your palm over his chest, a slow, steady beat thrumming away.
You didnât falter, didnât do anything strange as you started to check his pulse, mind wandering while you went through the motions.
Sure, youâd be his fucking doctor. Until you figured out how to get him out of there that was.Â
Ten minutes later you returned to the viewing room where Mallory had remained, her focus on Soldier Boy below.
âDonât play dumb, Y/N. I know youâre thinking about how to break him out. Why do you think I hired you?â You smirked, cocking your head.Â
âSo you donât want me for my medical knowledge. Shocking.â
âFuck no, just like I know you have no desire to finish med school. Use that money for whatever the fuck you want. You do what I ask and weâll give you ten times that and maybe we end up dealing with your littleâŠproblem along the way.â
You glanced at Soldier Boy, pursing your lips. âWhy the ruse? Why not just tell me you want me to act like Iâm the only one on his side?â
âBecause I had to see how good an actor you are. The second I told you he can take away another supes powersâŠyou should have seen your face. You were already in. Youâll have to be on all the time with him though. No mistakes. Heâll snap your neck if he finds out.â
Your gaze shot back to Mallory, her mouth forming a small smile. âIâm good at pretending everything is just fine. So what exactly is the plan to get him to trust me?â
âBe his friend. A few weeks from now youâll miraculously break him out after learning about the torture he goes through during the day in our attempts to understand his powers. Heâll be leery of course but weak with the massive dose of novichok will get in him. By the time it wears off, heâll trust that youâre a caretaker for him, likely even fall for you. And then? You prove your loyalty, shower him with that love he so desperately wants but wonât admit to. By then, heâll blow the powers out of whoever you tell him to. Heâll be our loaded gun without even realizing.â
âThatâs what you wanted all along,â you said, Mallory nodding for the two of you to leave the room, heading down a hallway. âBecause if it doesnât work, you can blame it all on me.â
âThereâs a reason I wanted you on this job kid and itâs not just because that man will take one look at you and want to screw you. You will need to adapt on the fly. Use that head of yours and weâll relay the list of supes we want him to take out and then heâll go back in his box.â
âWeâll worry about that later. Letâs just hope he doesnât kill me first.â
You were tired when you got home from work the next day around seven thirty in the morning. Mallory and security had given you an in-depth briefing of their plans. It was all very simple. Manipulate him. Make him see you as his only friend. Break him out and make him reliant on you to the point where he was doing exactly what they wanted without lifting a finger.
Except that wasnât your plan. Youâd break him out, play along to get him there but the second you had him alone, youâd tell him the truth.
And if he killed you in a fit of rage, so be it.
If he even could.
Three Weeks Later
You were grateful Mallory no longer came into work during your shifts. She wasnât suspicious of you. Shit, she thought she had you read like an open book and you were perfectly happy to let everyone keep on thinking that. The guards left you alone unless you asked for something from them which meant you spent a lot of time either in Benâs room, youâd taken to calling him Ben when you went in with him, or sitting in the observation room with a book.
It wasnât hard to feign boredom when there wasnât much to do. You desperately wanted to spend more time with Ben but it was dangerous to leave him off the gas for more than thirty minutes at a time. He wasnât exactly what youâd call cognitively aware when youâd pull open the drawer and assess him. His eyes would flutter open weakly, a glimpse of an angry glare behind them before heâd call you a bitch and theyâd shut again, his chest rising and falling deeper than when he slept.Â
Which meant you were in for a fun time in about forty five minutes when you were supposed to âbreak him freeâ according to the plan. You were meant to go about your usual routine with him before theyâd take him away to the operating room they called it. More like commit war crimes against a prisoner.
You didnât know exactly what they were doing to him during the day but it was bad enough that Ben was starting to show injuries. Injuries. On an all powerful supe. Nothing major. A few bruises and scratches but it meant something was up and you wanted to be done with this charade and now.
You just needed Soldier Boy to take care of Reaper, that god awful supe, and then he could do whatever the fuck he wanted for all you cared.
A faint scream in the distance made your head snap up. You heard it again and closed your book. Who the hell would be screaming in a place like this? You got up and headed down the hall, dipping your head in the observation room.
A louder scream rang out as you saw the empty cryo chamber. You ran out to the hall, bumping into a guard.
âHey, Y/N,â he said, Lance from the sounds of it.Â
âWhere is he?â you asked, more screams heard now.
âOh. Yeah, they kept him in the operating room longer today so he can do his âbreakoutâ with you soon. Sorry for the noise, he can get loud sometimes.â
âWhat?â you asked, furrowing your brow.Â
âThe breakout. Youâre supposed to grab him from the operating-â
âI know which room Iâm supposed to fake the breakout from. Why is he screaming?â you asked. The guard blinked, raising an eyebrow.
âHe always screams. I would too if they shoved nuclear waste through a needle into my eyeball.â You scrunched up one eye, the guard giving you a look like you were the weird one. âItâs the only way they get the red matter out of himâŠâ
âIf you have your fucking red matter then what the fuck are you faking a break out for,â you growled. The guard held up his hands. âI asked a question.â
âListen. Iâm only telling you this cause I like you. They needed to fake a breakout that way they can drop their red matter bomb theyâve been brewing up and wipe out Soldier Boy and let the fallout spread down to the city and kill all the supes there, including Homelander. You wereâŠthe fall guy,â he said quietly. Your eye twitched as you grabbed his assault rifle, jamming the end under his jaw. âY/N-â
âThe only reason Iâll let you live is because you warned me. Now put on your gas mask.â He hesitantly did as told, securing it before you clocked him in the back of the head.Â
Soldier Boy let out another pained scream and youâd had enough. You grabbed your gas mask from your office and ducked into the security office, grateful to find it empty. A large red button behind glass sat on the far end of the console.
NOVICHOK - EMERGENCY USE ONLY
âFuckers,â you said before smashing it, jamming it with the butt of your weapon. You watched on screen as people started to panic and then came the screams in the hallways as the nerve gas tore through their nervous systems, quickly but oh so painfully killing them. You knew thereâd be a few people that would see the flashing amber lights in the halls and get their masks on before they keeled over. Whatever.
Youâd deal with those people easily enough.
The monitors showed most people had gone down, convulsing violently as they foamed at the mouth. The south hallway was clear and after checking your gun, you ducked back outside, slipping the sidearm from the guard youâd knocked out into the back of your jeans. Soldier Boy had stopped screaming, the halls eerily quiet. Still, you stepped carefully, amber flashes bouncing off the dull gray walls.
Past the bodies, you went down the far passage, taking a breath before opening the double doors. Blood stained the walls. Dried blood. Old, rusty, oxidized blood.Â
âWhat the fuckâŠâ you trailed off, eyes settling on where a barely conscious Soldier Boy lay restrained on the metal table in the center of the room.Â
âY/N,â he mumbled, your eyes widening briefly. He rarely spent time awake with you and the rare occasion he did heâd only ever called you curses.Â
âCan you fight?â you asked, unbuckling the thick leather restraint wrapped around his right wrist. He was strong, powerful. But even he couldnât escape when they kept him gasing him all the time. He grunted, closing his eyes. âMost of them are dead but thereâs stragglers to deal with.â
âWhy?â You raised an eyebrow under your mask, removing the leather restraints over his torso and left wrist. âWhat are you doing?â
âGetting you out of here. I need to get you up North,â you said, strapping the gun over your body. You helped him sit up, Soldier Boyâs body lax, littered with dark bruises. âCan you walk?â
He only stared as he slumped against your chest, face jammed against your body before mumbling, âYou got great tits.â
âJesus fucking christ,â you muttered. You grasped his shoulders, forcing him upright, Soldier Boy scowling as you barely kept his heavy body steady. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âShut the fuck up, bitch,â he tried to growl, coming out like a petulant child instead. You rolled your eyes, scanning the room quickly. Trays of syringes littered the room, bottles of something red inside some, a cream white liquid in another. âFuck off.â
You dropped his shoulder, grasping his jaw hard, Soldier Boy flinching slightly at the touch. Youâd deal with whatever the fuck that reaction was later.Â
âI will leave you here to die you insolent little man-child. Cut. The. Shit. Now.â The hardness in his gaze stopped, an almost panicked expression replacing it. âWork with me here. Whatâd they do to you? Why are you the equivalent of a sack of potatoes?â
âThey keep me gassed and stick the white stuff in my eyes. I think itâs novichok,â he said. He closed his eyes, slumping forward ever so slightly before flying them open. âItâs the only way they get the drugs in. Or out.â
âOut?â You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head. âLater. Can you move on your own or no?â
âIâm fucked for at least a few hours. Does that answer your fucking question?â He spit out the words, his glare indicating youâd be thrown against a wall if he were capable at the moment.
âLittle bastard,â you grumbled to yourself, slinging the automatic rifle across your chest. He raised an eyebrow as you sighed. âHereâs how this works. You do as I say or you can die here. Your choice.â
âGet me the hell out of this shithole,â he growled, reluctantly holding out a hand. You turned, squatting down and pulling him into a firemanâs carry. He was warm against you, two hundred plus pounds of solid muscle. âAt least you ainât a weakling.â
âShut up. Take that handgun in my waistband and shoot anything that moves and I mean anything.â He grunted which you took as an answer. You shifted you itself. Fuck, he was heavy. Dead weight too.Â
He might be able to run his mouth but that was all he had going for him. He nearly dropped the gun the second he took it out of the back of your jeans. Without another word, you exited the room, fine mist filling the corridors. Quickly, you moved down the hall, Soldier Boy grunting more than once.
âShut up,â you whispered.
âFuck off,â he snapped back, albeit more quietly. With gritted teeth, you continued forward, eyes flaring wide when you saw movement ahead. Gunfire rang out as you spun around, Soldier Boy hissing as loud shots fired off behind you. It went quiet, Ben dropping huffing against your back. âThanks for using me as a fucking meat shield. Thatâs the only reason you busted me out, isnât it?â
You dropped him straight on the ground, straddling his hips, not even a flicker of amusement on his face. You held up the gun, Soldier Boy scoffing. âWhat part of listening to what the fuck I say donât you understand?â
âLeave me to die then, bitch.â You grabbed his jaw, pressing your thumb right under his eyes socket, his eyes narrowing. You pointed the gun at the inner corner, his eyes focused on the barrel.
âI need you to kill a supe for me. Reaper.â
âReaper? That dumb fuck kid? Why the-â You pressed the hot barrel against his cheek, Ben growling.
âIt doesnât matter why I want him dead but I do. You will die if we stay here, Ben,â you said, tucking the gun back away. You sighed, checking the silent hallways once before re-focusing on him. âLots of people hurt you. People here hurt you. But I am the only one thatâs ever tried to protect you from something. So be quiet or I will leave.â
A grin crawled onto his face, a frown forming on yours. âYou need me, donât you sweetheart? Cut the tough guy act-â
You grabbed his throat, Soldier Boyâs eyes narrowing. âA bomb is going to drop killing all supes on the eastern seaboard. Thatâs us and you know what? Fuck it. Maybe I get lucky and this thing kills Reaper somehow and I donât need you.â
âDramatic are we?â he said as you stood upright. You got three steps down the hall when he slammed his fist against the cement floor. âFine! Iâll shut up and kill Reaper for you. Now get me out.â
You smirked, wiping it off your face and hoisting him up once more. He stuck to his word, keeping his lips sealed as you made your way out, shooting one more guard at the front lobby area before you were in the parking lot.Â
After a quick check for trackers and bombs, you picked him up off the cold pavement, sitting him in the passenger seat of your SUV.
âMy suit,â he mumbled. âNeed my suit.â
âAlready in my trunk. I was supposed to take break you out,â you said, closing the door.
âWhat the hell does that mean?â he asked when you got behind the wheel, leaning over to buckle him up so he didnât slump over.
âIt doesnât matter,â you said, pulling off your mask and tossing it in the back seat. âWe need to-â
You both tensed when the night sky lit up red in the distance, a towering inferno blazing up into the atmosphere from the direction of the city.
He grabbed your hand as a shockwave barreled toward you, both of you flinching as a strange feeling washed through your bones.
But you also felt a sharp familiar zap kick in and course through your arm, straight into his hand. He pulled his hand away, staring at you.Â
âWhat the fuck was that? Why the fuck arenât we dead?â he asked, flexing his hand as best he could.
âI sort ofâŠcanât die. I guess that bomb canât kill meâŠor Reaper,â you mumbled, turning the car on and driving out of the compound. All the while you felt his drugged up stare. âI canât control it. But good news for you, apparently you canât die either when youâre touching me.â
You didnât want to acknowledge that you felt all of his fear and pain when youâd somehow protected him. How afraid he was. How fucking alone he felt way, way deep down in a place even he didnât touch until the moment of immediate death.
You slowed down, reaching over to hold his hand, ignoring the way he relaxed at the touch. Soldier Boy was out cold fast as the adrenaline wore off, his grasp on you too tight to slip out of.
You didnât get far though, barely a few miles up the road when you saw people arguing outside a house, strange red streaks across their skin.
What the fuck did that bomb do?
Unfortunately for the two of you, you didnât have to wait long to find out.
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A/N: Part 2 coming soon!
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Steve and Gareth as Cousins, no longer a warm-up and now called Lifelines, part three! Iâll throw it up on A03 when I finish the fourth part.Â
Prior parts can be read here: Part One / Part TwoÂ
First things first, the most amazing @ sereinpetrichor managed to track down the OG Twitter thread this runaway train is based off of!Â
It was this thread by @gatorthots, the Tumblr version of which can be read, here.  All blame for this idea firmly rests on their brilliant, plot bunny inducing shoulders.Â
The other, follow up thread I mentioned was this one by Silas, whose tumblr name I do not know.Â
As always and forever, shout out to the most amazing @chalkysgarbagefireâ who helps me edit/plot/pats my head while Iâm crying in their inbox bc the words arenât wording right.Â
Warnings: Steve and Robin are canon (S3) drugged. I took a slightly (kinda sorta)ïżœïżœmore realistic approach. Vomit mention, canon threat of violence/guns (the Russian guards) Mention of pantsing/past bullying, Steve and Robinâs drugged asses not understanding personal space, Dustinâs canon...Im gonna go with assholishness? but like, I think its more than heâs a young kid and doesn't quite have the emotional growth/awareness yet in this kind of insane situation to know how to react to the whole address/torture bit (really who does)/its a defense mechanism--and Gareth sort of has a panic attack.Â
Whatever the hell they had been drugged with, Steve and Robin went from 'giggly happy fun time' to 'vomiting into toilet bowls while loudly wishing for deathâ awfully fast.Â
Gareth was not an expert on drugs. He knew Eddie wasn't either (the guy never dealt anything stronger than your average psychedelic--had some agreement with his Uncle about only selling "the 70s basics") and repeated looks towards him proved Eddie was still trying to figure out what Steve and Robin were on.Â
Answers hadn't exactly been forthcoming--Eddie's gently made attempts at ferreting out information had only caused more confusion.
Like why the two of them were so freaked out about a gate, or what had made Robin gasp, and then laugh so hard she cried when Steve had made a particularly rough noise then muttered; "Even that sounds better than Tammy Thompson."Â
Either way, Gareth was mostly trying to figure out what the hell they were going to do, because sobering up in a busy, public mall wasn't exactly the best idea.Â
"I regret," Robin tried to say, in-between gagging. "I regret--hrk--"Â
"Me too." Steve moaned, head resting against the stall wall. Gareth, still caught up in panic, had been permanently regulated to door guard while Eddie alternated between sweet talking, rubbing backs and offering quietly whispered advice.Â
"Let's go back in time and ignore the whole silver cat thing." Robin continued, slumping back down onto the floor.Â
"Wouldn't have mattered." Steve muttered. "Dustin would have figured it out without us. Kidâs too damn smart."Â
"So?" Robin grumbled, quietly thanking Eddie as he once again brushed her hair out of her face.Â
"So he would have gone down there anyway, which means I'd be down there anyway." Steve concluded. "We shouldn't have gotten you involved though."Â
He shakily pushed himself up, staggering to his feet and looking like bambi on ice while doing it.Â
Eddie quickly came round to offer his help, hands spread as Steve groaned out a curse and clutched his head. Â
The older took a step forward right as Steve lurched back, unbalanced and shaky.Â
 "Oh shit." He said, eyes wide as he crashed backwards into Eddie, the latter catching him with a grunt.Â
Despite the entire situation, Gareth found himself stifling a laugh as Eddie wrapped his noodle arms around Steve's chest, trying to hold the other up without falling himself.Â
"Come on big boy, why don't we just siiiit back down." Eddie said, slightly breathless as he helped guide Steve back to the floor. "There we goâŠ"
They did so outside the bathroom stall, Eddie sinking into a kneel as Steve sort of flopped down on top of him.Â
Blinked a few times, like the drop had rattled what little sense heâd managed to recover in the last few minutes.Â
A pleased noise came out of his cousin's throat, and holy shit was Gareth going to have blackmail for life, because rather than vacate Eddie's lap, Steve just turned around in it.Â
Reached up with one finger outstretched and proved himself to be very much still under the influence as he touched Eddie's nose.
"Boop!" He said, and then giggled as Eddie dropped onto his ass in surprise.Â
Gareth watched Robin as she took the whole thing in, from Steve's snickers to Eddie's shocked expression, eyes growing wide in excitement.Â
He failed entirely to cover his own amusement when Eddie abruptly found himself with two sailors invading his personal space, each taking turns to boop his nose.Â
âUh.â He managed to get out, blinking rapidly and at a loss for words. âAh.âÂ
Steve caught the metalheadâs awkward, red-faced expression and proceeded to drop his head to Eddie's shoulder, muffling his laughter against the man's vest.Â
The helpless look his best friend sent him was one Gareth would remember for a long time.Â
âO-kay.â Eddie said, frazzled, as Steve recovered far too quickly, turning to rest his cheek against a slim shoulder as he walked two fingers up Eddieâs battle vest and towards his hair. Likewise, Robin had discovered Eddieâs wallet chain, and had begun fiddling with it.Â
One finger curled around a strand of brown hair and Eddie jerked his head, removing the tempting piece away from Steveâs hands.Â
âI know youâre used to getting whatever you want, your highness.â He said, his own hand smacking against his waist before Robin figured out the other end of his chain ended in a handcuff, âBut you of all people should know the hair is off limits.âÂ
Completely undeterred, Steve just gave him a loose, easy grin. âItâs so pretty though.â He complained, fluttering his eyelashes in a blatant attempt to try and turn on the olâ Harrington charm. âYou can touch mine if you want.âÂ
Yeah, Garethâs blackmail was getting better by the second.Â
He might even get a new piece for his drum kit out of it, if this kept up.Â
Free weed too, considering Eddieâs blush was now fire-engine red.Â
âMan,â Eddie said in a clear bid to deflect the entire situation (and Steveâs fingers) away from his hair, âthe last time someone called me pretty was right before I got pantsedâ-is Tommy H hiding in one of the stalls again?âÂ
Steve picked his head up, confusion crashing down his face.Â
âDid he do that?â He asked.Â
Then, with growing horror; âDo you think Iâd do that?âÂ
Eddie raised an eyebrow. âIsnât that your whole little courtâs M.O.?âÂ
Steve sucked in a breath, looking downright hurt. "I wouldnât do that." He insisted, eyes wheeling from Eddie to Gareth and back, as though hoping Gareth would back him up.Â
âIâm not--Iâm not friends with Tommy anymore.â Steve continued, voice growing smaller as he spoke. âIâm not friends with anybody anymore, except maybe Dustin.âÂ
It sounded so defeated; trodden on and subdued that Gareth stepped forward automatically, to do--something.Â
Provide the fucking comfort his cousin was oft denied and hug the guy.Â
As always, it turned out to be the wrong move.Â
"Oh thank god." A kid said, seconds after bulldozing through the main door and nearly bowling Gareth over in the process. "I found them!" He shouted over his shoulder as swept into the room.Â
âSpeak of the devil.â Steve said flatly, and even drugged, he managed to pull himself back together from distressed to stoic in mere seconds.Â
The curly-haired kid--Dustin apparently--stormed right up to the pile of humans splayed on the floor, hands on his hips. "What the hell. We told you two to stay put!"Â
Steve rolled his eyes as Robin booed him.Â
âHave you forgotten whatâs happening? Or how weâre kinda in a Red Dawn situation?â Dustin continued, looking like heâd just escaped from a summer camp.Â
The kid even had a walkie talkie clutched in one hand, of all things.Â
âWe know.â Steve and Robin deadpanned at once, before looking at each other; Steve pointing a finger towards Robin and Robin pointing one back.Â
This caused the kids to trade their own long suffering, âcan you believe this shitâ faces.Â
"We need to go, and the only way weâre gonna get out of here unnoticed is if we blend in with the crowd." Dustin said impatiently. âNow come on Steve, get up already, you've had worse.â
"I really don't think I have." Steve muttered, but moved to push himself to his feet anyway.Â
Eddie beat him to it, and he and Gareth both hovered nearby in case Steve was still unsteady.Â
Thankfully, the kids' presence seemed to sober up Robin and Steve both.Â
Not actually sober, that wasn't how drugs worked, but whatever was left of the fun was sucked right out of the bathroom, replaced by two teenagers who were sort of functional on whatever they'd been drugged with.Â
Stress and adrenaline, Gareth knew, could overcome a lot of things. Including Russian "truth serum" apparently.Â
âYeah well you're lucky you got found by these guys and not anyone else. " Dustin continued pointedly, before turning his attention towards Gareth and Eddie both. "Thanks for watching our friends, but we've got them from here."Â
Gareth made a sort of unhinged, disbelieving noise.Â
 âNo, no you do not.â He declared, anxiety clawing at his gut at the mere thought of abandoning Steve to two children.Â
"I don't think you heard him." The girl stepped forward, braids swinging about her face as she lifted her chin and nailed him with a cold glare.Â
 As if this entire situation couldnât possibly get weirder, Gareth suddenly realized she had a helmet in her hands and knee pads on.
 "He said we got this. So scram." She flicked her fingers out in a dismissive sort of "shoo" gesture.
"And leave my drugged cousin with his new girlfriend behind!?" Gareth challenged right back, emotions far too raw and frayed to care he was snarling at a little girl. "I donât think so!â
"Cousin!?" Dustin bit out, sounding almost betrayed for some reason, at the same time Robin who'd been climbing to her feet with Eddieâs help, shouted; "I am not his girlfriend!"Â
Steve, clearly unwilling to entertain whatever fight was brewing, clapped his hands together.Â
"Yes cousin, Dustin. It's a type of family member." Steve said, after they all flinched and looked to him. He at least looked steadier on his feet this time, though Gareth still lingered nearby in case he took a wrong step.Â
"I know what a cousin is, Steve!" Dustin shot back.Â
âThen why are you acting like a lunatic?â Steve complained, and Gareth got to watch in real time as Steve pulled on the persona he often wore in high school down around him. âYou said it yourself, we donât have a lot of time. Worse, I don't know if anyone saw Gareth and Munson here with us.âÂ
He jerked a thumb sideways in Eddieâs direction, not that anyone couldnât figure out who âMunsonâ was.Â
âThey stay with us until weâre out of this mall.â Steve finished, before he started towards the door.
One step he was Garethâs cousin, drugged and vulnerable because of it.Â
The next he stood taller, talked smoother, took charge with an aurora that said he expected everyone to listen to him.Â
It was fake as hell, but it worked.Â
âI know youâve got a plan Dustin, so spill it.â He commanded as he walked. Â
 Dustin, despite all the squawking, did just that.Â
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Of all the things Gareth had expected to see upon escorting their little ragtag crew out of the bathroom, groups of intimidating, mean looking assholes wasnât on the list.Â
He found himself repeatedly nudging Eddie in the ribs, unable to take his eyes off what was clearly a checkpoint as he staggered to a halt.Â
It was one thing to be told people were after Steve and the âScoopâs Troopâ As Robin had jokingly named them.Â
It was another entirely to see the security guard directly in front of him look over a womanâs ID before apologizing to her, a sleazy grin matching his oily pony-tail as he waved her on.Â
They really were looking for someone.Â
Not someone, Gareth realized in dawning horror.
Them.Â
Robin apparently, came to the same conclusion seconds later, because she snatched Steve and Dustinâs arms both, hauling them backwards.Â
âArgue about Dustinâs address later, we need to find a different way out.â She hissed quietly as she tried to slowly reversed direction, movements still a bit sloppy.Â
She might have even gotten away with it, had Sleazy Pony-Tail not turned and made eye contact with Gareth right after she spoke.Â
His eyes swept over him, then to the rest of the group, freezing like a cat that had spotted its prey.
âAbort, abort!â Dustin sputtered, wheeling about on his heel.Â
Erica, whose name Gareth had learned when she kicked him in the shin after he asked why an actual infant was running around with Steve and Robin, pointed towards the escalators before she beelined over to it, ducking into the center and riding it down like a slide.Â
Something Eddied was downright delighted to copy.Â
Gareth might have enjoyed it himself, had he not been looking over his shoulder to see not one, not two, but four security guards giving chase--and gaining.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuckikity fuck.â He heard Robin chant as she shot past, Steve planting himself at the top as he made sure everyone got down to the next level before sliding down himself.Â
"Do not let them leave!" One of the guards yelled to the others, accent clear as a bell.Â
"Holy shit that guy's actually Russian." Gareth found himself saying as he skidded across the floor and bolted after the others, Steve hot on his heels.Â
He had kinda expected the Russian thing to be some sort of drug influenced inside joke and not an actual, honest-to-God Soviet.Â
Which led to the question of why the fuck adult men in security uniforms had drugged random teenage retail workers.
Food workers.
Whatever the fuck one called a two people who scooped ice-cream in sailor costumes.Â
"There's another group up ahead!" Eddie yelped, swerving sideways and nearly taking Erica out while doing it.Â
Noise erupted ahead of them in the form of foreign shouting and loud, harshly barked commands to âFreeze!â Â
âOh hell no.â Gareth thought wildly, as he caught the form of the giant fricken gun the guard closest to him held.Â
âSplit up!â Dustin howled, and before anyone could comment about how bad an idea that was, Gareth found himself being yanked sideways.Â
Steve swore loudly behind him as Robin, whoâd crashed backwards, pulled him in the opposite direction and in a second their group broke in two. Gareth, Eddie and Dustin going one way, Steve, Robin and Erica another.Â
"This isnât happening." Gareth muttered, words made in a sort of pleading denial as he and Eddie turned the corner and immediately vaulted over the counter of an Orange Julius. âI smoked or drank or did something and this is a hallucination that is not. Actually. Happening.âÂ
Dustin at least, was smart enough to dive around the counter instead of over it, sliding towards them on his knees.Â
Eddie quickly yanked him down to the floor in-between himself and Gareth once he was close enough to grab, one hand going over the hat to shove the kids head down.Â
Annoying or not, he was at least several years younger than them, and Gareth could practically feel Eddieâs protective instinct kick in as he kept his hand on Dustinâs head.Â
Together they tried to silence their breathing as the guardsâ shouting continued on behind them.Â
What was worse than their noises though, was when they unexpectedly and suddenly, went silent.Â
Garethâs breath felt far too loud as the stillness gained a suppressive weight, pressing down harshly against him and making it harder and harder to inhale.Â
âPanic attack.â He realized, thoughts a touch detached. âYou canât afford to have a panic attack right now.âÂ
Not when it had a high chance of getting them all killed.Â
Slowly he moved his own free hand, placing it atop of Eddieâs, fingers gripping down in a way that was no doubt painful.Â
Eddie glanced over to him and Gareth thanked every single time heâd smoked way too much weed, because his best friend immediately clocked what was wrong.Â
Turned his hand over, so that Gareth could hold onto it atop Dustinâs hat.Â
It didnât help with the knowledge that his very much still drugged cousin and his equally drugged not-girlfriend were also hiding somewhere, or that there was significantly more Russians than there where terrified teenagers (and one--whatever age Erica was.)Â Â
Flashlights cut shapes into the wall overheard, trailing along the Orange Julius menu. Quiet voices covered even quieter footsteps and Gareth had the sudden realization the probability of there being more than one guard carrying a huge gun, was very, very high.Â
Worse?
This part of the mall wasnât that big. There were only so many places to hide, and as such, only so many places to look.Â
Death comes for everyone eventually, but Gareth hadnât exactly expected it to show up before he hit twenty.
Not that they could do anything but wait. Pray to God and the universe and any other higher power he could think of to intervene, head pressed hard against the wood behind him as the small noises drew nearer.
What he hadnât expected was for said prayers to get answered in the form of a of a fucking car being thrown into the Russianâs like bowling balls.Â
âRun!â Dustin shouted, and Gareth wasted absolutely no time in doing just that.Â
The only goal on his mind was to find Steve, get out, and then have a very long discussion about what the hell this all was, in that exact order.Â
#fun fic facts I kept writing Orange Julius as King Julian#so thats my new fake 80s store#Tagline can be âyay Iâm a sacrifice!â#Pre steddie#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#gareth emerson#platonic stobin#gareth is eddies robin#gareth is steves cousin#gareth and steve cousin au#Poor Dustin is mad jelly steve has a cousin that isnt him#we will dig into that later#tw drugs#tw vomit#tw guns#tw panic attack#Steve and robin have already had their scene I just moved it back so he is aware she is a lesbian#I will make it clearer in the next part#Drugged steve has no personal boundaries and homeboy would not at this point consider the stuff wit heddie flirting with Robin ALSO#digs into later#that was gay steve#HELLA gay#the more robin gets to know steve the more shes convinced half the basketball team is queer af#0o0 fanfics#denial is a river in Egypt that Gareth is struggling to swim down
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Snow Angels... Kinda
Prompt: Simon is sent outside to shovel the snow from the driveway, and the little one joins him. Whether or not he's of help to his dad is another matter entirely. [Requested by @ertepla]
Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Spouse!Reader
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: expletives
Simon was usually the monument of speed and efficiency. Grocery store runs were completed in less than ten minutes, didnât even need to call you for clarification. Could get dressed in all his winter attire in about 2 minutes, starting in pajamas and ending in what you called a tactical marshmallow. And the snow in the driveway stood no chance once he whipped out the shovel.
Except when it came to your son.
He had to set a timer when it was time for the boyâs baths, otherwise he and the one-and-a-half-year-old would spend an hour splashing and dunking toys.
Making dinner was still speedy, but if your son was strapped to his chest, both of them would get distracted. The boy would try to stick his hands in everything, and Simon would let him.
âHeâll be pissed off if I donât let him eat plain flour, and heâll be pissed off if I do let him. In one of these cases, heâll learn that he doesnât like plain flour.â
The little shit kept eating plain flour.
And even if Simon did everything wrong when distracted by your baby (not that he ever did, the perfect bastard), youâd never wish it any different. The gentle side of him was one of your favorite parts of him, and your son had never seen any other.
The pediatrician noted that your baby knew a good many more words than the average kid his age, and you (to Simonâs embarrassment) chalked it up to how much Simon spoke to him.
You heard the rustling of Simonâs winter gear, and immediately your son perked up.Â
âDada?â he shouted.
More rustling and Simon looked in the doorway.
âWassit, munchkin?â
You watched as the boy scrambled towards him, giggling.
âDo you want to help Dada with the snow?â you cooed, beaming.
Simon scooped him up and plastered his face in kisses. âAw, little manâs always so helpful.â He glanced at the clock on the bookshelf. âBut itâs almost his bedtime, innit? Alright if he comes with me?â
âPlease. Tire him out so heâll go to sleep.â
Simon chuckled and gave the boy a little toss in the air. âLetâs get you all bundled up, yeah?â
Simon took his time to bundle the boy up, with a sweater, a waterproof snowsuit, boots, a hat, a scarf, and mittens. The boy could barely walk in shoes, and you imagined there would be a lot of snow piles with a baby-shaped belly flop.
Simon would get two or three shovelfuls worth of snow into a pile, and then pause to see what the baby was doing. Putting snow in his mouth, and then spitting it out and whining at the temperature. Climbing up or sitting down in the piles. Trying to take the shovel from his dad.
Your husband sat the boy on the blade of the shovel and skidded him along the driveway. You could hear both of them laughing from inside.
Simon was about halfway through when your son tried walking again. Leaning onto furniture worked, but leaning into piles of unpacked snow was not helpful. With a squawk, he fell sideways into a pile.
Your husband turned at the squawk and belly laughed at the scene. Two kicking legs and nothing else.
He walked over and grabbed one of the flailing limbs. The boyâs snowy face came into view as Simon lifted him out of the pile with one hand, dusting him off a bit with the other.Â
Normally, a baby would cry. But his dad was laughing and asking his son cheerfully about what he was doing. And so the boy laughed and squealed and clapped his mittened hands.
âSimon Riley,â you hollered from the kitchen window.
He turned with a grin and gave the boy a little swing.
âDonât you dare drop my damn baby.â
Simon pretended to do so, lowering the boy, and then pulling him back up. Then lowering him, then pulling him back up. Both of them laughed and laughed, and you pretended to gasp each time.
An hour later, the boy was fast asleep in his crib.
âAw, he snores just like you,â teased Simon.
You swatted him. âPiss off. Good thing itâs not like yours, or the whole neighborhood would hate us.âÂ
The two of you left the nursery and went to your own bedroom, where two heating pads lay in your respective spots.
You crawled into bed with a quiet sigh, and Simon did so with a loud series of groans and grumbles. You kicked his thigh.Â
âYouâve been a dad for a year and a half and you already sound like one.â
âHell you talkinâ about?â
You imitated the noises he made earlier right in his face, and he covered your face with a pillow.
âMy fuckinâ back hurts.â
âThe babyâs that heavy that you hurt your back?â
âWhat? Nah, heâs easy to carry. Could throw him 50 meters. No, the snow is heavy.â He sighed and settled on his back, letting you curl up around him. âAnd Iâm an old man, now, lovie.â
You hummed and closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his chest through his shirt and the steady beat of his heart. Then his chest jerked up and down rapidly with a chuckle, and you opened an eye in faux annoyance.
âSorry, lovie, just remembering how he ate shit in the driveway.â
You both snickered at the Loony Tunes-type scene from earlier.
âThe driveway is clear, but all the ground around it has his belly-flops and face-plants.â
âTheyâre snow angels, honey.â
A fresh bout of laughter at the comparison.
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height differences w/ the group
the group x gn!reader (sfw + nsfw) summary: romantic(and some nsfw) headcanons of being shorter/taller than members of the group. requested?: no tags: romantic & sexual hcs, light insecurity mentions, a bit of sub!tgc MINORS DNI OR GET BLOCKED
isaacwhy
If you're significantly shorter than Isaac (as an average person would be), he loves the fact he towers over you. He will remind you of it all the damn time.
He uses you like a little armrest, coming up behind you and putting his arms on your head or shoulders, using his phone or just talking to the boys while his arms are draped onto you.
Isaac likes to take pictures with you in them, and angle his head out of the photos for obvious reasons. With his height, it's really easy to pull it off. He posts all of them.
In public, don't expect any creeps to approach you. The second he stands behind you, towering over you, nobody dares to come near.
If you're significantly smaller than him, brace yourself. He's really big in all senses of the word, and it's gonna take a while to get used to it.
He loves seeing the pure size difference between you two in the bedroom. The way that in the end, he just has a strength gap with you and can take you so easily. He loves it, but it scares him a little sometimes.
If, by any chance, you're taller than him, you tease his friends with him about being short. Sorry Larry. You become this team of tall people that become house menaces.
You call him "the smallest man to ever live". As a loving joke. He calls you giant in return. Or goliath. Or something of the sort.
Isaac loves his share of dominance, but if you're taller than him, he will give it up. Having that push back from his partner is a lovely change he's never gotten to experience. Make him feel small.
softwilly
If you're shorter than Nick, he loves the fact he's so much bigger than you. He'll wrap his arms around you and coo little endearing phrases until you have to push him off.
Nick loves to make jokes about "my eyes are up here", even if you're still eye level with his head. Especially if you have to look up to talk to him.
Nick also does mirror selfies with you in them, but he always keeps his face in the photos and tries to put his head on top of yours. (He likes to make sure everybody knows you're his.)
If you're smaller than him in general, he will wrap himself around you if he's fucking you. He loves being completely larger than you and having you to manhandle.
If you're taller than Nick, which isn't that crazy, he gets a bit insecure about it at times. He likes his masculinity, and you sometimes gently remind him it's not bad to be shorter than his partner.
Being taller than Nick can piss him off sometimes, ruffling his hair from above him or wrapping your arms around him instead, he'll cuss you out (he secretly loves it).
If you're taller than him, sometimes it's a fight for dominance. He wants that control, and you have the power to take it from him. It's your choice if you want to make him submit.
BigT / Tanner
Tanner, if you're shorter than him, loves being your big teddy bear. He will give you bear hugs, will let you lay your body on him, etc. Absolutely loves the way you look when you use his size for comfort.
He also loves to make you feel big and strong! If you ever get upset over being shorter/smaller than him, he will constantly give you reassurance. Saying, "Ah, I'm really not that tall! Don't worry!"
Tanner really just is sunshine incarnate. Although, if you're the teasing type, he will dish it right back.
Tanner is extremely conscious of a size difference. He knows he might hurt you if he's too fast or rough in bed, so he's constantly checking in to make sure you're okay.
If you're taller than Tanner, he likes it too! He likes being able to collapse himself into you and wrap his arms around you, even if you have to brace yourself a bit. He's been getting bulky at the gym lately, be warned.
He loves it if you will come up to him (in front or behind) and smell his hair or play with it. Press kisses to his forehead. He melts like crazy and goes all soft.
Not being bigger than you gives Tanner confidence in bed. He worries a lot less about being too much, and it creates this amazing connection.
And, for the tops out there, he doesn't mind being smaller and being fucked. He likes being put into submission and fucked by someone bigger than him. Makes him feel all fuzzy and small.
yumi
If you're smaller than Blake, it's pretty common. He's taller than a lot of people. He really likes being taller, being able to kinda wrap his arm around your shoulder while standing next to you comfortably and slightly lean onto you.
Being smaller than Blake gives him a bit of fuel for jokes, though. Sometimes, out of the blue, he'll make a jab at your height and being tiny. But he'll never go so far as to make you feel bad for it.
Blake likes if you slide into his lap when he's at his desk. Being smaller than him, you'd fit conveniently and he likes to hold you like that. Even if it distracts him from editing, and he'll bitch about it to you when you do it.
Blake is super tender in bed. He'll be a bit worried to be on top of you so he doesn't hurt you, but you could convince him into doing it. In which case, he would love the view of you under him.
If you're taller than Blake, he can be a bit feisty about it. It's mostly just jokes, but he'll sometimes complain about being smaller than you when you help him out.
He would love for you to pull him into your arms. It would make him feel so secure to be held by someone bigger than him, as he doesn't get to feel that way much. It would make your hugs even more special than they already are.
He'd be a bit awkward and stilted the first time he fucked you if you were taller than him, but he'd get it figured out pretty quickly.
He secretly does kinda like being smaller. Makes him feel safe and secure, especially if you hold him close while he fucks you. Makes him feel like he'll be okay, like he's not doing anything wrong.
Larry Croft
If you are somehow shorter than Larry, the first thing to say is: congratulations, you've done it! It didn't seem like a possible feat to be notably smaller than Larry, but you've surpassed all expectations! (sorry.)
Larry loves being taller than someone, especially someone he loves so much as to call his partner in life. If there's anybody that loves to rag on him for his height, it's his friends.
Even if you are shorter than him, you can definitely call him short. Pot calling the kettle black here, but you'll get in on the jokes with the other guys. It's only fair, since Larry would do the same to you.
In reality, he's super soft with you when you're alone. He wants you to feel loved and okay, holding you and making sure you're fine after any jokes he or anyone else tosses at you.
He also loves being a bit bigger in bed. It's not a big priority, since it's not very likely to happen, but he'll take what he can get.
If you're taller than him, that's not surprising. However, you can definitely join in on the short jokes without being hypocritical. You make it up to him with lots of kisses anyways.
Although, you always make sure he's okay. Larry's got really tough skin, so he never lets those kinds of jokes get to him. He understands well enough he's short, and that doesn't bother him.
He loves having a partner that's bigger than him. Make him feel loved by picking him up, giving him big hugs, being the big spoon. He's used to it anyways, so he might as well get all the benefits of being smaller in the relationship.
He even loves the size difference in bed. When he's feeling a little more confident, he'll take control and disregard it entirely. He has no shortage of dominance waiting to come out.
But, he likes being small. If it's your style, you can take the reins from him easily and he will happily oblige. You can likely overpower him easily, and he folds. He's not very good at hiding how sensitive he is.
#the group chat#tgc#tgc x reader#larry croft x reader#larry croft#yumi x reader#yumi#bigt x reader#bigt#softwilly x reader#softwilly#isaacwhy x reader#isaacwhy#the group x reader#the group
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about the person who said that at their middle school random boners were fully accepted:
my middle school was not like that and quite frankly i don't know what middle school is, but we did have one guy at my middle school who was shameless. completely, utterly lacking in any iota of embarrassment the average early-teenager would possess. as you may have guessed, this caused interesting situations on at least one occasion.
when i was in 6th grade, a certain 8th grade boy of his own volition publicized how he got a boner in chemistry. i need you to understand that no one forced him to do this. no one held a gun to his head and said "announce to the world that you had an erection in chemistry class". were it not for his boner's excellent publicity team, no one would have known about it in the first place. but this boy, let's call him Shy, because he wasn't, decided that the best course of action upon having a random haywire-hormone-driven erection was to go around telling everyone with ears to listen that he had had a boner in chemistry class. Shy made sure everyone knew, from the tiny-tot sixth graders like myself to the tenth grade top dogs (my school was middle and high school combined, but they were in the process of expanding into high school, so that year the highest grade were the tenth graders). within a day, everyone had heard the news.
our immediate reaction was "what could have possibly compelled you to divulge this information", but now, I respect him. he took a risk, and it didn't blow up in his face, it just baffled everyone around him and provided us with funny stories from our middle school years to send anonymously to ex-mormon engineers passionate about writing on tumblr.
I don't have any specific incidents to note, but I have also had people just confess to things where I was like, well, damn. You couldn't have beat that out of me with a hockey stick. You couldn't drug that out of me with sodium pentothal. Thank you. I will mull on those Types of Guys. Because they are one of the types.
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Love Me Right
Part 1: Henriettaâs
Pairing: ConstructionCEO!Joel x Waitress!Reader
She's eventually gonna be a teacher again bc let's be real, i'm a one-trick pony.
This is a Millionaire Joel AU x Most Eligible Bachelor Trope
Summary: Joel Miller, CEO and Co-Founder of Miller Construction, hasn't been dealing with an Empty Nest very well. His family and friends have tried their best to cheer him up since Sarah left for college in the fall, but the storm cloud above his head remains. On top of that (or perhaps because of it), he has just been named one of Austin's Most Eligible Bachelors.
What will that mean for the new-in-town waitress he meets in his favorite diner? As far as she knows, he's just an average contractor.
Warnings: age gap (reader late 20s, Joel late 40s); family-centered trauma and conflict; lethal levels of fluff otw
A/N: Bear with me for this one y'all. My imagination is ambitious and my brain is obstinate. Title inspired by Sabrina Carpenterâs Short ân Sweet - bc i canât stop fckn listening to Juno đ«Ł
Word Count: 4.6k
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âTommy, there ainât a chance in hell thatâs gonna happen. Why on earth did you bring this to me?â
âWell they talked to Joanna at the front desk first. She said wasnât going to bring it up to you, but I couldnât just let it slide,â Tommy raises his eyebrows at Joel, shooting him a mischievous look. âBecause one - I wasnât gonna pass up the chance to see this look on your face, and two - would a little publicity be so bad?â
âWho in their right mind is gonna choose a fuckin contractor from the goddamn âsociety pagesâ?â Joel bristles at his brotherâs amusement with an unwavering scowl.
Tommy stares right back, but the playful nature of his expression is unmarred. âMost men wonât Joel - but their wives will.â Tommyâs salacious grin is damn near wider than Joelâs ever seen. Christ, heâs loving this.
âYou gotta be kiddinâ me,â Joel says plainly, rolling his eyes.
âCome on brother, think about it - plenty of busy men in this city with bored housewives in need of a project. He tosses her a few thousand to redo the dining room - well whoâs gonna do the job? She hasnât got a clue where to begin and then BOOM! She sees the list of Austinâs Most Eligible Bachelors in the paper - where she finds a photo of the distinguished CEO and senior founder of Miller Constructionââ
âSenior, seriously?,â Joel deadpans at him. Tommy ignores him, continuing to wax poetic.
âAnd canât help but wonder if the rest of his staff is as dashing as he appears to be,â
âFlatteryâs cheap Tommy.â
âOf course then she meets with me and the deal is sealed.â Tommy smiles smugly now that his story is complete.
âBoy can you paint a picture,â responds Joel, rolling his eyes at his brotherâs antics. âSo you wanna parade me around like a two-bit hooker, huh?
âWhaddya say â can I give âem a call?â
âIf youâre so hell-bent on âmarketingâ why donât you do it?â Joel says flippantly.
âWell Iâm not a bachelor anymore, am I?,â he grins brightly at him. This time, itâs sincere.
âDonât break your arm pattin' yourself on the back, Tommy. Maria mighta said yes, but there ainât a ring on your finger yet. Sheâs still got a few months to wise up,â Joel challenges, his tone playful.
Tommy glares at him, but then gives a sobered nod. âYouâre right about that. I know Iâm a lucky fucker, and Iâm not interested in testing that luck - even for a charity auction. Sorry to the dogs, or the food bank or â is it old people?â
âHell bent on it, and donât even know what itâs for? Christ - itâs a Make-A-Wish thing Tommy, damn,â Joel replies, looking bewildered at his brotherâs callous and cavalier response.
âAnd isnât your attention and concern for the bigger picture just what they need in volunteers?â Tommy retorts, expression still smug but eyes hopeful. âWhat, âs it gonna kill you to go out for once? Itâll be a formality at worst and maybe even a good time if you loosen up a bit.â
âI can think of a number of other âworstsâ than a formality,â Joel muses
âYouâre gentleman enough to handle it just fine,â Tommy continues.
It has been quite a while since Joelâs been out of his house for much other than work or routine, and even longer since heâs been out with anyone other than Tommy, Maria, and the guys from work here and there. Heâll admit, he hasnât been dealing with an empty nest very well. Heâs done a pretty terrible job of keeping busy since he dropped Sarah off at school back in the fall. Sheâd gotten in exactly where sheâd hoped, and made friends fast - for this he was over the moon - but he misses her like crazy. Heâs been swimming back and forth in swelling pride and stabbing grief since September, ecstatic and aching all at once. He knew Tommyâs intentions were relatively pure, business interest aside. He knows theyâve been worried about him for a couple of months now - they havenât exactly been subtle â theyâd started having him over for dinner damn near once a week.
This newfound hobby of Tommyâs, cooking like a grown-up, had become the ruse en vogue for getting Joel out of his house. As Mariaâs caseload grew at the law firm, Tommy wanted to make sure she had a real meal to eat when she finally got home â so he started cooking. Joel had to admit it was real sweet, watching his brother dive headfirst into learning a new skill just to take care of his bride-to-be. He claimed it only made sense with his far more flexible schedule, but Joel knew it made Tommy proud to be able to do this for her, and the very fact he wanted to made Joel proud as well.
Once Sarah left for school, however, Tommy quickly discovered his brotherâs less-than-satisfactory habits of microwave dinners or forgetting to eat in general. He was a fair chef in his own right once upon a time, but without his little girl there to feed, bothering to make a balanced meal fell by the wayside. Joanna, a kindly woman in her seventies, had been one of the first to notice the change in Joelâs demeanor and the drawn nature of his features. Not much younger than the boysâ mother would be today, Joanna worked at the front desk of Miller Construction, greeting clients with a maternal warmth that, Tommy had to admit, was in part strategic. Disarm a client while they wait with a smile and youâd be able to pry open their hearts and their pockets.
Joanna was not unaware of the role she played in this game, though she did not approve. Sheâd informed Tommy of her concern for Joel, and the regular dinner invitations followed suit. This, accompanied with Joannaâs tugging Joel along to a nearby diner for lunch a couple of times a week in November had practically pulled Joel through the fall slump and into the new year. The holiday visits home from Sarah had helped a great deal, as well.
Joel wasnât blind to his friends and familyâs kahoots to help him through this patch. Though he sometimes grudgingly obliged to Joannaâs pestering him out the door because she hadnât âseen you eat a bite all day. Four cups of black coffee donât count, and you know it. Up!,â or Tommyâs employing Maria to send a text herself inviting him to dinner after heâd tried and simply received the finger, he was grateful for their efforts and care. Sarah was too, but he didnât need to know that. Those lunchtime diner visits soon turned into breakfasts â a preemptive measure on Joannaâs part to add some time out in public to Joelâs routine of home â office â work site â home. Eventually sheâd pavolv-ed him into it, and Joel was at the diner for coffee, breakfast, and one of the only physical newspapers left in existence every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, at first following behind Joanna and eventually on his own.
Joanna had been with the Miller brothers since the business was far smaller, just a few years after its inception, when they started needing a receptionist/secretary/assistant, just someone who knew how to manage their slowly growing demand. Sheâd been a friend of their motherâs and had taken up some of the slack when sheâd passed, grieving alongside her friendâs sons and looking after them in her wake. Sheâd been one of the only reasons Joel and Tommy had been able to build the tiny Miller Bros. into its current position as Miller Construction, multi-million-dollar contracting firm, and the largest in the Austin Metro area. Joelâs practical thinking and creativity combined with Tommyâs ambition and idealistic hopes of grandeur got them into successful meetings with investors that Joanna quietly set up via her husbandâs business contacts. Their vision reminded her so much of their motherâs optimism she couldnât help herself. Sheâd keep an eye on Sarah when Joel needed and ensured they were taken care of in the moments they would have needed their mother around.
As the boysâ surrogate mother figure and Sarahâs Aunt Jo, it came as no surprise that amid Joelâs season of empty-nested loneliness Joanna had begun encouraging him to âget back out thereâ and claimed that she âwonât be around foreverâ and âwould like to see him settled before I go.â Classic maternal guilt-tripping, and Joel told her each time that he hears 70 is the new 50. She told him to try that again in a few years when he hits the real 50.
Truth of the matter was, Joel had been alone for a long time. Heâd seen people on and off while Sarah was growing up, but it was a rare occasion, and no fling had ever lasted more than a couple of months. With Sarah at home, it never mattered much to Joel â he had someone to care for who was the best company heâd ever had right in front of him. Sheâd needed him a little less as sheâd grown up, but he always had a purpose.
Joel was a natural-born caretaker â between brotherhood and fatherhood, he took to it like a tadpole to water. With Sarah away at school and his little brother engaged, however, he couldnât figure out where to put all that love, and so it crackled into grief like a blackening candle wick, blooming into a flower of ash that nestled in his chest. The cloud of soot hovered around him for a while as he went through the motions of his everyday. Tommy, Maria, and Joanna all wanted to see him find his way again, as did Sarah when she received honest reports from her family members after some prodding. He always put on his biggest smile for her, never wanting her to worry, but she could see something hurting in his eyes, just below the surface.
While it may have been blatantly out of his comfort zone, Tommy and Joanna jumped at the opportunity to convince Joel when the Most Eligible Bachelorsâ Auction came knocking. He needed something to disrupt his routine, with the added bonus of his coming out into the social scene like a plaid-clad debutante with a few extra crowâs feet.
After rolling the last few monthsâ events around in his mind for a couple of minutes while Tommy answers a phone call, Joel is broken from his reverie. Tommyâs standing in front of him again, waving a hand back and forth.
âHey ground control - you with me?,â he asks before Joelâs eyes focus on him once again. âCan I give em a call?,â and this time Joel notices the concern in Tommyâs eyes as his joking facade flickers with hope. Itâs more than just publicity, and he owes it to them to give it a shot.
Joel releases a measured sigh, relenting. âCanât believe Iâm saying this but sure, fuck it. Call âem back,â he says rolling his eyes, resigning himself to whatever nonsense his participation will entail. He reminds himself itâs for charity, and returns to his computer, refocusing on his work as Tommy darts out of his office to return to his own, reporting his success to Joanna along the way.
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You got lucky with this job at Henriettaâs, with its flexible hours and fairly livable wage, you had time to settle into your new place and get to know the city. You spend your off days wandering around, doing research on local schools and prepping your applications for summer school and the new year.
Never had you pictured yourself leaving students mid-year, and having to do it hurt like hell. You missed the kids you left behind every day, but when a friend caught wind of an acquaintance needing a subletter for a little studio within your price range, you didnât have much of a choice. You needed to take up the lease starting in January, or youâd be starting over at square one. It had been a long time coming, this encroaching need to run and start over somewhere new. Staying in your hometown was no longer an option â work may have been a saving grace, but the other areas of your life were suffering. You knew healing couldnât begin without separation. You needed to be far away from everything â it was the only way you could picture trying to feel whole again. Grad school had ended the previous year, so you fled.
With each mile you put between you and your family, you started to feel like your lungs could fully inflate once again. The oppressive air of scrutiny and memory that swam around you at home dropped off piece by piece with each passing mile marker. Youâd put a few states between yourself and your parents once it was all said and done, and while it was scary, starting from scratch all over again, it was invigorating. Youâd done it at eighteen when you left for college, you could damn well do it again with eight yearsâ more life experience under your belt.
Youâd walked into the diner on your second day in the city. You had some money saved up from time living at home, but knew it would dwindle quickly with rent to pay and no salary coming in on the regular. You would need something to keep busy and pay for necessities until the end of the spring semester. When Diane, the manager caught sight of you, bright-eyed and looking like a deer in headlights, she welcomed you with a warmth youâd only read about in books. She interviewed you then and there and offered you a job on the spot, waiting tables on the breakfast and lunch shifts at least four days a week. She told you your âsweet smile and wide-eyed look will do wonders for you in tips, precious!â You think itâs probably just teacher face you canât shake, and hope sheâs right â maybe it could do you some favors until you get back in the classroom where you belong.
Dianeâs rounded face was accentuated with wonderfully deep crowâs feet and smile lines that suggested a lifetime of sharing this warmth, and her dark hair streaked with gray around her hairline and temples rested atop her head in a frazzled bun. She made you comfortable out the gate, and had set you up with a uniform immediately. More aptly, she handed you a t-shirt and an apron to go over your leggings. You were thankful for the relaxed dress code, knowing plenty of other establishments required a much more specific ensemble. Once youâd changed she introduced you to your shift lead, Reggie, and the line-cook-on-duty, Tony, patting you comfortingly on the shoulder and insisting they welcome you, hoping to keep you around to solve their persistent staffing issue.
While Diane was quite a bit older than you, somewhere in her mid-fifties, Reggie and Tony were younger, floating between mid-thirties and early forties, if you had to guess. Reggie was a slim black man youâd put in his thirties, and he greeted you with a smile and an exclamation that he was more than ready to gossip ad nauseum with someone so much closer to his age. Heâd been the one to fill you in on Dianeâs immediate taking to you, letting you know with little ambiguity that you were just a few years younger than Dianeâs daughter, who had moved out of the city about a year ago, and that you favored her to boot. Reggie had called this particular gossip session your orientation.
âDonât get me wrong honey, Dianeâs a sweetheart. But never have I seen her offer a position on the spot. I think having you here may do her some good,â heâd said, before turning to fill you in on Tony the line cook. âYeah Tonyâs hot, but he chain smokes like a chimney and doesnât care at all when I ask him to keep his second hand smoke to himself on the days I have a performance!,â he shouted pointedly at Tony, who only looked up long enough to give Reggie the finger and wink at you. Tony was a muscular Italian guy in his forties with tattoos of a sort that didnât quite match up with the gold chain and cross pendant hanging around his neck. When your eyes went wide at the wink, Reggie giggled a bit and leaned toward you. âDonât worry, Tonyâs a little sleazy but harmless. Heâll hit on anything in a skirt, but as soon as you tell him you arenât interested heâll back off and wonât bring it up again. Heâs a good guy, but donât tell him I said that.â
Over the course of your shift you discovered that Dianeâs been at Henriettaâs for fifteen years, Reggie is a drag queen and lounge singer by the name of Wizz Tiria at a few different clubs around town, and Tony has a few other business ventures he mentions on and off (the details of which he keeps to himself), but never misses taking his Mom to church on Sundays. You share a good bit about yourself as well in exchange â what brought you to Austin, why now, and where you may go from here. It doesnât take long for you to make yourself at home among this eclectic little bunch, and for the first time in a really, really long time, youâre content with the peaceful monotony of these early winter days.
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Itâs a brisk February morning when you walk into the diner for your shift. Youâve spent the last month working in the cozy little greasy spoon, so youâre still getting to know the regulars, but youâve caught on pretty quick. Youâve been working the Tuesday, Thursday, and weekend shifts, but when Diane loses another server, youâre eager to pick up the slack â extra pocket change and keep your mind busy. The companyâs pretty good too. Thus, you find yourself walking into the diner at 7 AM on a Wednesday morning with a hoodie over your t-shirt and a scarf to ward off more of the wind cutting into your cheeks. You head to the staff room to remove your hoodie and don your apron and emerge, finding the diner a bit colder than it had been up to this point. Youâd kept a light jacket or a cardigan on you previously, but todayâs need for something heavier led you to selecting a favorite hoodie to throw over your work t-shirt â which you didnât quite think through until you came into the dining room and felt a chil run up your spine. Diane catches sight of you before you can still yourself.
âSweetie, what on earth fo you think youâre doing?,â she asks like youâve done something obviously egregious.
âHuh? What is it?,â you ask innocently, but you know the answer. She can probably see the goosebumps you feel rising on your arms.
âYou need somethinâ on under that, youâre gonna freeze in here today!,â she chastises.
âYeah, I brought my hoodie, but forgot Iâd be taking it off. Itâs not so bad in here, Iâll be alright,â you tell her reassuringly.
âAbsolutely not. Wait, hold on a second - REGGIE! We got any more oâ those long sleeve souvenir shirts in the case?!â she hollers after him.
âHold awn!,â he hollers back, Southern twang taking center stage when he yells, just like the rest of them. After a few seconds he emerges with a few in hand. âGot a few left. Ugly as hell, probably why theyâre still here. Watcha need âem for?â
âSweetie, go on and change into that before the rush starts. Not the staff shirt, but the brandingâll be fine in case Jason drops by,â she says, rolling her eyes. She pats you on the shoulder, nudging you toward Reggie to take one of the shirts. Theyâre bright green with a gaudy design on them that makes you laugh when he hands it to you. Jasonâs the owner of Henriettaâs, and so youâve heard, the bane of Dianeâs existence. Youâve only heard tale of this rotten Jason thus far, never quite laying eyes on the mythical beast. You really hope today in this goofy shirt isnât the day you do.
You return to the dining room a few minutes later clad in the neon green monstrosity, tugging at it in a futile effort to make it look better. âHappy now, Diane?!,â you holler as you enter, only to find her standing directly in front of you at the hostess stand, face to face with a man youâd never seen in here before â who you almost run right into, not looking where youâre going. Heâs tall and broad with dark brown curls laced with grey streaks, and gray patches in the short beard that frames his jaw. He catches you when you nearly bump right into him, and you look up to meet the deepest brown eyes youâve ever encountered. Your cheeks go red when you realize what youâve done.
âWhoa there,â he says, smiling down at you as you stutter out an apology. âItâs alright, no harm done,â he responds, voice gentle but deep. Itâs true, he didnât even budge when he caught you, and youâre fairly certain if youâd fallen, the outcome wouldâve been the same.
âSorry about that Joel. Câmon, your tableâs ready,â she says, patting Joelâs arm and leading him forward, not before turning back to you and saying, âCertainly am. Now go grab some coffee for Table 7 for me, will ya sweetie?â with a smile. Youâd just run almost smack into a customer, and she wasnât upset with you or anything. You shouldnât be surprised, thatâs just Diane, but youâre used to much larger reactions to small mistakes. You just nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, but your eyes are drawn once again to the man sheâs leading away. Heâs looking back at you with a smile that sends a shiver down your spine, one youâre certain has nothing to do with the chill in the air this time. Heâs wearing a plaid button-down and a utility jacket, with cheeks and a nose tinged pink from the cold. You tear your eyes away anxiously and head for the coffee pot.
Youâve got your hand around the decaf pot, pouring another cup for the regular at the bar counter, when your eyes find Table 7, your next destination. You see the man, Joel, Diane had called him, with his back to you, facing out the window, newspaper in hand. You steel yourself once again, switch coffee pots, and head for his table.
You approach from the side, hoping not to spook him as heâs engrossed in the paper he has in hand. Christ, when was the last time you saw a physical newspaper? Itâs kinda cute, you think, seeing someone reading one on a cold morning with a cup of coffee. So picturesque. Especially someone as handsome as he is, and you find yourself staring at his broad shoulders and dark curls again before he looks up from his reading.
âHey,â you start, a little shaky, âsorry again, about before. Donât know what I was doing, not looking where I was going,â you smile a little, shaking your head at your mishap.
âReally, itâs fine. You seemed, uh, preoccupied,â he says, looking down at the offending design on the tshirt youâre wearing, before looking back up at you. âItâs certainly a change from the regular uniform, huh?â he says, smiling at you. The way his eyes crinkle as he does plants a warmth in your chest you arenât expecting. Itâs been so long since you felt it, itâs almost unfamiliar. Your cheeks warm as you smile back at him, hoping it comes off as embarrassment from your wardrobe rather than bashful attraction. Youâre about to tell him itâs certainly not a permanent solution, when he speaks again. âSo, Sweetie, huh? Havenât seen you around before â that what they call you in here?â he questions, smirk playing at his lips.
You laugh in response and introduce yourself, and tell him this isnât your normal shift, but youâll probably be around for it moving forward. You take his breakfast order, and tell him youâll let him get back to his paper.
You donât converse much more when you bring Joel his breakfast, just quiet thanks when you refill his coffee cup. He looks so peaceful, you almost hate to interrupt each time. You ask Reggie about him when you both have a minute behind the counter.
âYep, thatâs Joel. Gorgeous, isnât he? Started coming in a few months back with an older lady, then more regularly by himself. Sheâs with him once in a while, kinda seems like a mom vibe, but she doesnât look like him. Anyway, I think he works construction or something, always coming in with those boots on looking like a lumberjack,â Reggie says flippantly. âHeard from the older lady one day when he was in the bathroom â his daughter went to college back in the fall, theyâve been trying to get him out ever since,â he said, looking sympathetic at the thought.
You feel your heart do a little squeeze at this newfound tidbit. A fresh empty nester. You know how hard itâs been for Diane, so much sheâs taken to parenting the staff in her daughterâs stead. Staring at Joelâs back as his head is bowed reading the paper, you begin wondering more and more about him. His daughterâs probably around eighteen, so how old is he? Youâd guess he isnât married, and you didnât see a ring. Who is he? Why does he come here to read his paper each day? And most importantly â how soon can you find out the answers to these questions? You donât want to ambush him at all and scare him off, but youâre drawn to him, and so very curious.
Meanwhile, Joel is stealing glances at your reflection in the diner window in front of him, watching you laugh with Reggie and the customers at the bar, smiling sweetly when someone makes a request of you. He needs to get out of there before he starts feeling creepy, he thinks. He rises and walks to the counter to settle his bill with Reggie at the cash register, glancing at you when he does so, futilely trying to balance showing interest and being weird. He leaves a nice tip in the jar for all of you to share, but just before he turns to go, he looks back at you, locking eyes.
âOh uh, Sweetie?,â he says, smirk on his face. He looks almost bashful when he speaks next, like heâs working up the courage. âGlad youâre picking up. Look forward to seeinâ you again,â he smiles. The look on his face when he says it is so sincere, you could melt on the spot. He was nervous about his joke, you could tell, but recovered when you laughed in reply.
âLooking forward to it too, Joel. Enjoy your day,â you say, smiling wide in return. He gives a little wave to everyone before grinnig down at his shoes and walking out of the diner into the crisp February air. Your eyes follow him out to the pick-up he hops into, before looking back over to Reggie and Tony, staring at you devilishly.
âAnd Iâm looking forward to seeing this story unravel,â says Reggie, looking over at Tony and grinning, like something juicy has just unfolded before their eyes. The two are laughing while you smile and wave them off, wiping down the counter. Diane emerges from the office at the sound of their hearty laughter, reading glasses slipping down her nose, notepad in hand, and stares back at the three of you.
âWhatâd I miss?!,â she asks. Youâre smiling too much to respond with anything genuine, so you return to your wiping, and let Reggie take the lead.
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I know this is a curveball but... could I request a little Alhaitham if you're comfortable with him? Maybe with some soft degradation? *blushes*
hehe i hope i did your boy well bestie <3
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Afab!Reader, Blowjob, Some silliness in this, It's your/alhaitham's first time, Accidental edging, Face fucking, He cums in your mouth sorry </3, Estabilished relationship, childhood friends to lovers, Degradation (not very heavy i'm so sorry bestie </3), rough sex, alhaitham is very big to say the least.
"You're.." Your eyes widened in shock.
"Big..?" Alhaitham tried guessing your next words.
"Huge!" You exclaimed.
Alhaitham tried not to look you directly in the eye. He wasn't stupid, he'd known he was above average when it came to anything below the belt, but he hadn't expected you to react in the way that you did. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed what with himself being front and center and all.
"Sorry. It's just that I didn't expect you to be this big, 'haitham." You explained.
Truthfully, the real reason you had been acting so crass in the moment was that you were ridiculously nervous. You'd been friends with Alhaitham since the two of you were kids, and you'd only been dating for about five months when you both decided to take it to the next level. You loved him and he loved you, that wasn't the problem. The issue lied with the fact that you'd never been with someone intimately before, much less the guy you'd been in love with for over a decade.
"What?" He tilted his head to look at you. "Worried you won't be able to handle it?" He teased.
"N-No! I'm just.. just a little nervous is all." You finally admitted.
Alhaitham smiled at you as he stroked the pad of his thumb against your cheek. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready."
You shook your head. "I'm ready, I've been ready."
There was a moment of silence where you relished in the feeling of his warm palm against your face, before you finally leaned in to make small kitten licks at his tip.
"Does this feel good?" You looked up at him waiting for a response.
Alhaitham hissed in pleasure. "Y-yeah, keep going, please."
Carefully you continue to make small licking motions at the head of his cock, taking your sweet time savoring him. You wrapped one hand around around his cock, stroking it gently as you wrapped your mouth around the tip.
"Oh! Oh, fuck." He moaned.
You kept on with what you were doing but this time you did it faster. As you continued to suck off your boyfriend you could feel a familiar warmth pool at your core. Alhaitham suddenly had tangled his hands into your hair and tugged on it tightly, trying to restrain himself as best he could, yet losing the battle regardless.
"Feels so fucking good. Oh my god, don't stop, sweetheart." He encouraged.
He was getting so close. Alhaitham almost let himself go entirely when the feeling suddenly subsided. Carefully and quickly he pulled you off of his cock so he could look you in the eyes.
"Can I try something?" He asked.
Once you had given the approval he tangled his fists in your hair again, staring at you with a hungry look in his eyes. "Open."
As confident as he seemed, Alhaitham was shaking. To say he was eager for you would be a terrible understatement.
He was hesitant at first, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, until he finally had gotten more comfortable and begun to fuck your mouth with impatience. His thrusts were sloppy and uneven, but god damn did it feel good. Feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat (once you got past the gag reflux at least) felt amazing.
Again and again, and again he forced himself into your mouth and down your throat till you were gagging and choking on his cock. He'd be liar if he'd said he didn't enjoy it a little, the pathetic way you looked up at him for sympathy filled him with butterflies. He just couldn't help himself when he bit his bottom lip and focused on using your mouth for his own desires.
"So-So close." He whispered.
It seemed as if the words were meant for him rather than you. It was as if he was trying to reassure himself that the high was near. Alhaitham looked down at you, noticing the way your jaw trembled and your teeth just ever so slightly grazed against his skin.
"Come on, baby, you can hang on a little longer, right? I'm so close." You nodded and gave him a muffled 'mhm' with tears in your eyes.
He smiled and let out a great big sigh as he felt a rush of desire flood his chest.
Tears fell from your eyes as Alhaitham pushed himself into your mouth with two hard thrusts, and then you felt the sudden sensation of his warm cum entering your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you grinded your pussy against the heel of your foot. That's not even mentioning the precise way Alhaitham held your face in place, using you like his own personal sex toy.
Eventually he pulled out carefully and held you in his arms. Although, even after he'd pulled out of your mouth and had begun to press soft kisses against your throat, you were still barely aware of what was going on other than the thrumming in your chest and the wetness which pooled between your legs. One thing was for sure, you definitely wanted to do that again.
#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x you#alhaitham x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#alhaitham smut#genshin smut
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âmaybe frat boys arenât so bad (aka miscommunication leads to makeup sex?!) â
Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (second part of my frat!Bakugou series) mdni
part 1 / master list
5.3k+ words
after your hookup with Bakugou, somehow everyone knows. this means that youâre on mean girl Mikaâs watchlist and that youâll have to distance yourself from him. however, Bakugou gets it in his head that you donât want to be with him, and when he sees you with Kirishima, he doesnât think youâll ever let him back in your life (or your bed). Turns out it was all just miscommunicationâŠ
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part 2 of 2, jealous Bakugou, miscommunication trope, fingering, cunnilingus, hand job, blow job, making out, hickeys, he bites you once?, penis in vagina sex, loss of virginity, inexperienced reader, female/afab reader, creampie, âbabyâ as a pet name
It had been exactly one week since your night with Bakugou Katsuki. As you had expected, rumours about the two of you had reached far across campus in no time. After all, Bakugou is very popular.
Unfortunately, the result of this rumour was that everyone knew what happened⊠including Mika and her minions. So, last week, instead of waking up to an expected empty phone, it was instead alive with thousands of nasty messages.
When you opened them, the bulk of the message spam followed the same pattern. âYouâre such a whore,â or âI canât believe youâd steal Bakugou from Mika, you bitch,â or, at worst, from the culprit herself, âI heard you got with Bakugou. If you think you can take him from me, youâre wrong. Iâve got loads of people who can fuck you up.â
Obviously feeling threatened, because only the lord knows what Mika can do with her money and power, you had chickened out and never replied to Bakugouâs message. No matter how much you wanted to see him again, it was not worth the damage Mika would inflict.
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Now, after seven days have gone by, all spent avoiding Bakugou like the plague, you finally think you can go to class and fly under the radar. You arrive on time as usual, sitting in the middle row of the lecture hall.
Itâs a massive class, and although many people are already there, there are others filing in as the prof starts their lesson. You, being too engrossed in your note taking, donât notice as a body slides into the empty seat beside you.
âHey, what did I miss?â the voice says in a hushed tone.
You look up and see none other than Bakugou Katsuki, still very much blond and still very much attractive. Instead of replying you turn back to your notebook, tearing off a piece and quickly scribbling a message down.
You slip the note reading, âLiterally nothing, pay attention during class!â into Bakugouâs waiting hand. He huffs and attempts to speak to you again, but you face your paper and ignore whatever heâs saying.
âPlease be quiet up there!â The professor calls him out, and he slouches down in his seat, begging for class to end.
After everyone finally gets dismissed, Bakugou tries to poke your shoulder to get your attention, but youâre already dashing out the door, praying that nobody saw you together.
âWait, Y/N,â Bakugou calls for you, jogging to catch up to you. Damn him for having such long legsâŠ
âSorry, I canât talk to you,â you reply. It comes out more harshly than expected, but no sense in trying to chummy up to him again if Mika was threatening you. So, you turn on your heel to leave him again.
âJust hear me out,â he blurts out, lightly grabbing your shoulder to make you face him.
You donât move, instead you stand there with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to continue.
Finally, he gets the hint and speaks again. âIâm sorry if it was bad for youâŠâ
What?! âIt wasnât bad for me, itâs justââ
âNo, itâs okay if you donât want to see me again, but Iâd rather you tell it to me now, to my face,â he interrupts you mid sentence.
Ha, you think, Ironic that the frat boy doesnât want to get ghosted, but as you had realized much longer before this, Bakugou is not your average frat boy. Although he looks like a pretty boy with no space for a committed relationship, he has much more depth than you could even imagine. Despite being a flirt and allegedly a playboy, Bakugou had only ever treated you with respect, so you suppose you at least owe him this one conversation.
âBakugou,â you start, unsure of how to follow through to your point. âIt wasnât bad. If anything it was too good. I justâ I just canât afford to be seen with you.â
A hurt look flashes through Bakugouâs eyes before he gives a slow nod of understanding. âI get it, you donât want to be with a guy like me. Itâs alright, guess I wonât bother you anymore.â
âWait, thatâs notââ you start, but Bakugou is already walking away with his hands stuff in his pockets.
You stand in the middle of the busy hallway for a good few seconds before you hear a giggle that breaks you out of your daze. Itâs Mika, sheâs leaning on the wall we chatting to her friends.
âSheâs almost as much of a player as Katsuki is,â she says to her friends in what she pretends is a whisper, but you know she wants you to hear.
âYeah, but at least heâs good in bed. She seems like the desperate type.â All of them burst out into a fit of giggles. Y walk off, not even bothering to hear the rest of the conversation.
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A month later, you havenât heard from Bakugou at all, his one lone message still sits in your inbox, unanswered. You canât help but be a little upset knowing it couldâve happened if not for the circumstances. It doesnât matter, though, as far as you know Bakugou got back with Mika for a bit, dumped her, and is now moving through girls like a snowplough.
Youâre sitting in a cafe when somebody plops down in the booth in front of you. He seems to recognize you, but you canât fully place his fiery red hair and toothy grin. âHey, Y/N, right?â
You furrow your brows. âWhoâs asking?â
He laughs heartily at your question. âSorry, I thought you might remember me. Iâm Kirishima Eijiro. I was at that party a few weeks ago.â
Looking down, you see him offer a hand, which you shake quickly before placing your hands back in your lap. Even though the issue with Bakugou and Mika had blown over, and you had fallen back into your mundane life, you were still trying to avoid anything âboys and Bakugouâ related.
âWell, Iâve been having some concerns about my buddy,â he thinks out loud.
âAre you really certain I could do anything about this?â you reply hastily. Maybe you shouldn't have said that so soon.
âThatâs the thing,â Kirishima replies. âIâm not tryna blame you or anything, but I think you might be causing some⊠altercations⊠in his sex life.â
You smack your hands down on the table, catching the attention of surrounding customers. âWhat?!â You sink back down after receiving a glare from a neighbouring table.
âI didnât mean that it was bad!â Kirishima speaks for you as you drown in embarrassment.
âSorry, you kind of implied it though.â The flush on your cheeks doesnât dissipate.
âRight, actually, moreso the opposite. You mightâve heard Bakugouâs been sleeping around a lot. He and Mika are officially over this time. Iâm not going to tell you why, but what matters is that heâs been trying to make up for losing you, at least I think,â Kirishima spills.
You make a non-coherent splutter, but Kirishima doesnât let you reply. âI tried to tell him this was all about Mika and her stupid followers, but heâs not into socials, and heâs stubborn as hell, anyway. He believes youâre avoiding him because of his reputation, but youâve gotta help me. Heâs been insufferable lately, and even as a member of our frat, the number of girls heâs been with is getting slightly concerning.â
Kirishima looks at you with begging eyes, and you know itâs serious if he came to see you. You look down at your lap, your heart racing with confusion and anxiety.
âIâm sorry, but how can you be so certain? Iâd like to help, really, but Iâm not sure where I come in,â you say slowly.
âCall him or something. Give him some closure, and let him know it isnât because of his âplayerâ mentality or whatever heâs got stuck in his head.â Kirishima gets up and places a bill down to pay for your food.
Just then, a familiar figure passes by and notices you through the window. Youâre too wrapped up in your conversation with Kirishima to notice the way they ball their fists and huff away.
âThanks. Hope to see you around.â Kirishima leaves you sitting there confused.
You sit there in awe at the conversation. Why are you supposed to care about Bakugouâs overactive libido anyway?
Sighing, you stare at your empty cup and decide to leave the cafe. It turns out itâs just starting to rain when you trudge back to your dorms, and you get drenched.
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That night, you lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Thoughts of Bakugou continue to invade your mind, and you hear yourself groaning in annoyance.
Maybe I should call him, you think. But, ugh, thatâs kind of weird and pathetic.
However, the more you think about it, and him, the more your thoughts start to go back to your night in his car. You remember how it felt to have his big hands on your body, how they felt inside yourâ
You stop that thought before it can progress.
Again, you let your mind wander. If you think about it, if you actually wanted him again, would it really be fixing his libido? If it benefited both of you, it couldnât be that awful to call him again.
Nevermind, youâre just thinking too much. How could you even consider it?!
Just go to bed, you beg yourself.
You stare up at the ceiling until your eyes blur out of focus, but somehow, somehow, everything leads back to him.
Flushing, you try not to think about his adept fingers moving in and out of you. Slowly, your panties get wetter and wetter, and you realize that the only way youâre ever going to get over him is by getting under him.
Finally, you decide to roll over and give in to your desires. The glow of your phone screen is glaringly bright, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. When things come into focus, you unlock your phone and click on Bakugouâs number before you lose confidence
âHello?â Bakugouâs raspy voice answers after five rings.
âHey, Bakugou,â you whisper. âI wanted to tell you something. Donât hang up, please.â
âOkay,â he yawns.
âKirishima came to me today. Can we talk this over or something?â
âWe are talking. And I know. I sawâ is his gritted reply.
âYouâre right, Iâm in no place to be asking for anything. Iâm sorry. I just need to talk to you in person. I need to get something off of my chest.â
âOh, something? Or, somebody⊠like, Shittyhair?!â he practically seethes through the phone.
âWait, what?!â you yelp.
âWhy are you even calling me over if youâre with him.â
âWhat?â you repeat yourself. âIâm not with him?â
âYou literally just said you saw him today,â he argues.
âThatâs what I was calling about. He saiââ you start.
âIf youâre coming to me with your boy problems, hang up.â You can tell heâs on the verge of leaving.
âNo!â you huff madly. âIf youâd let me finish, youâd know that he came to tell me heâs worried about you.â
âOh, really? Are you sure? Because Iâm pretty sure youâve been fucking, since apparently I wasnât good enough for you, or whatever,â he replies angrily.
âI swear, Bakugou,â you sigh. âI havenât been with anyone since our night together.
Bakugou pauses before replying. âI donât fully believe you. Especially when you just gave me proof you went out togetherâ
You blush as you speak your next words, admitting something to him you thought would happen under different circumstances.
âI havenât been with him, and I swear it, becauseâŠâ you hesitate. âIâve only ever been with you.
A sharp breath is blown out on Bakugouâs end, and you wonder whatâs going through his mind.
âSeriously?â His breaths are suddenly slower and calmer.
âYeah, I swear. Can I just talk to you in person? I really do need to tell you.â
Bakugou makes a slight shuffling noise on his end, and you hear someoneâs murmuring in the background, likely one of his frat brothers.
âFine. You want me to come to you?â he finally replies, giving in (almost too easily, in your eyes).
âYes, please,â you reply quietly.
âIâll be there soon.â With that, he hangs up.
After the same short drive from last time, Bakugou shows up in your dorm parking lot. He shoots you a text message that heâs here, and you greet him at the door.
Itâs about one am, and despite your disheveled tank top and shorts, Bakugou is dressed as handsomely as ever. âHi,â you say.
âHi.â He gives you a sad smile in return.
âI want to apologize.â You bow your head shyly. âIt was my fault for all the confusion. I shouldâve told you what was up. I just didnât want to mess up my chances with you or your relationship with Mika. Kirishima told me about everything thatâs been happening.â
âItâs fine, Iâm sorry, too,â he replies.
You look up in surprise. Altogether, pathetically, you had expected more grovelling, so this is unexpected.
âIt was all Mikaâs fault, anyway, and I promise things are over with us,â he says, his face pink with embarrassment. âAnd⊠I guess I could say that my judgement of you and Shitty hair was a little preemptive.â
âYou think?â you laugh quietly.
âI really am sorry, okay.â He looks up at you and deep into your eyes to solidify his point.
Your face feels hot, and youâre sure he can see the growing blush across your cheeks. Even so, you smile and say, âSo, are we good?â
âYeah,â he replies, returning your smile.
Thereâs a long pause between the two of you, but it doesnât feel awkward like you might expect. The gap between you feels like itâs closing, and eventually your lips are just barely touching. His breath fans over your face, and you grip his shirt, taking him in a kiss.
Bakugou holds you to him, his back pressed against the door of your dorm. When you slip your tongue against his, he doesn't decline. He gingerly holds you, squeezes your hip with one hand, and cups your face with the other.
âI donât deserve you,â you sigh as Bakugou starts to pepper kisses all over your neck.
âYou do, itâs me that doesnât deserve you.â He moves your face so your gazes can meet.
Bakugou gives you one of his signature grins and catches you in another heated kiss. His tongue swiftly swipes across yours, causing you to moan in his hold.
When he changes the angle of kiss, you become entangled, your hips pressed flush against his, earning his groans in your ear. With his newly growing boner and your wettening panties, you feel unbearable lust growing.
âCan we go upstairs?â Bakugou asks.
You nod, keying yourselves in and rushing to your room thatâs right around the corner.
As soon as the door opens a mere inch, Bakugou jumps back on you and pushes you down to the bed, a haze of desire over his eyes.
âFuck, Iâve been waiting for this for so long.â He nips on your neck.
You can only moan in response when he kisses down your chest. Pulling your tank top over head, Bakugou, or Katsuki, you suppose, focuses his attention on your chest. Your body stiffens as he glides his tongue over your hard nipple..
âThat feel good?â he asks when he pinches the other nipple while continuing to lick long stripes on your breast.
âYeah,â you hum in reply.
You feel so good under Bakugou, writhing in pleasure as he sucks hickeys into your skin. You feel his hand sneak up to the top of your waistband and you yelp in surprise. âAh! Katsukiâ
âCan I continue what I started last time?â he says in a begging tone, lightly tugging at your panties.
âPlease,â you moan equally as wanton as him, and youâre almost immediately spread bare for him.
Kissing down your chest, Bakugou gets spurred on by your moans. He gives your clit the sensation it's been craving. Slowly, pressure is added to the bundle of nerves, and you feel yourself seeping down onto your sheets.
When he sees your glistening pussy, he laughs, âSo wet again, baby, and Iâve barely even touched you here.â
âI was getting wet thinking about you earlier,â you mumble into the back of your hand.
âGood.â He smiles. âDonât think about other guys from now on, youâre all for me.â
Thereâs no time to reply in shock because Katsuki dips into your depths, swiping up and down your wetness. One finger slips inside smoothly, moving in and out with ease.
Testing it out, Katsuki moves down to your sex and adds his mouth to the mix. This new feeling sets your body on fire. What heâs doing to your body is more than anything youâve ever experienced, and your core tightens uncontrollably.
âWait, ah!â you cry out, but Bakugou doesnât relent. Instead, he adds another finger and curls it into your g-spot.
Working in and out of your cunt, you feel yourself squeezing around his fingers. The feeling of his strong fingers moving inside of you and his lips sucking on your throbbing clit brings you to your limit embarrassingly quickly. You canât find it in yourself to care, though, because it just feels so good.
With one last strangled moan, you cum, the pleasure sending you over the edge. You tingle all over post orgasm and feel your eyes slip into the back of your head for a second. As Bakugou continues to finger you, your body lifts off the bed into his mouth.
Then, suddenly, you feel something else coming. Something that you feel coming upon you just as fast as your orgasm. You try to sit up and stop Bakugou, but his hand keeps you pinned to the bed. The overstimulation on your body creeps up on you, and thereâs a new pain that accompanies your pleasure, adding to your second high.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you cry out when Katsuki switches his fingers for his mouth.
Nimble fingers swirl circles on your clit as his tongue darts out to meet your pussy. It licks up and down, teasing your entrance with the occasional poke inside. And, when youâre least expecting it, it finally slides to your hole, working on thrusting as far into your depths as you can.
This feeling is incredible, and the way Bakugou groans into your pussy drives you mad. Feeling the finger leaving your clit, you whine, but itâs replaced with his tongue again. This time, his tongue switches between your folds and you clit, stimulating every inch of your already twitching sex.
âYouâre so good, baby. Love this so much,â Katsuki murmurs when he lifts off of you for a moment.
âKiss me, and let me touch you, too,â you moan, bringing his face to yours.
You arenât bothered by the fact that he was just eating you out when you start dipping into each otherâs mouths. If anything, the look in Bakugouâs eye tells you it turns him on more. The genuinely lewd look of his tousled hair and wide pupils raises your heartrate so high you can feel it beat inside your chest.
Absent-mindedly, you fumble with the buttons on Bakugouâs jeans. He helps you by leaning back and pulling his shirt over his head. You donât miss the way his muscles flex and the way he flaunts his abs.
Then, with a quick tug, Bakugouâs pants and boxers slide off. His dick stands proudly, pretty and thick as ever. You place your hand on it like you did last time. He responds well to your touch and groans lewdly when you give it a squeeze.
You slick your palm with spit, and Bakugou helps guide your hand back to his leaking cock. Together, with his hand wrapped around yours, you move on his member, fingers trailing along the prominent vein down the front.
Once youâve built up a rhythm, you meet Katsukiâs tender gaze. The red of his irises disappear as his eyes flutter shut. He leans forward and recaptures your mouth in a slow but sloppy makeout.
You twist your hand on Bakugou eliciting a breathy moan from him. He twitches in your hand signalling his impending orgasm.
âCan I cum in your mouth?â His mouth is by your ear, moaning and releasing hot breaths to spur you on.
You freeze, and your motions stop. Bakugou notices your alarm and moves to look directly in your eyes. âYou donât have toâ I would never force you.â
âNo.â you shake your head. âItâs just that Iâve never done that.â
Bakugouâs eyes widen in shock temporarily then fall back. âYou want me to teach you tonight, baby?â
You bite your lip meekly and nod your head. Bakugou grins in return, helping you down to his crotch. As you come face to face with his cock, it twitches releasing some precum out of the slit.
âJust put your lips on it. Do what feels right,â he says and pulls your hair into his hands.
You kiss his member just like you would his lips. The wet noises coming from your mouth are so loud and such a turn on for Bakugou. His grip on your head tightens, and he has to force himself not to push you down.
Bakugou hisses when you place the tip in your mouth and give it a hard suck. Wanting to please him even more, you take more of him deeply in your throat. At this point you feel impaled by his large dick with your nose just a few inches from his groin.
Despite your struggle to take him in entirety, Bakugou doesnât notice and instead groans every time you slide down on him. You gag frequently, and youâre more than certain your teeth have grazed his shaft multiple times, but Bakugou acts like this is the best head heâs ever received.
The longer you go, the more moans fall out of his open lips. His head tilts back when you curiously brush a finger down his balls. Heâs much more sensitive than you imagined he would be, and his hips thrust up uncontrollably.
âFuck, sorry,â he groans, he pulls you off of him to check if youâre okay.
âItâs alright.â You lick him one last time. âDo you think we could maybe go all the way?â
Bakugou blinks at you wordlessly. Then, after about a minute of silence, and worry, on your part, he replies. âYou mean, can I take your virginity?â
You hum in reply, and Bakugou throws you back to the middle of the bed
âI left the condoms in my car,â he realizes aloud.
âThatâs okay,â you whisper in his ear as seductively as you can. âIâm on the pill.â
âFuck, okay.â Bakugou acts like your response is the sexiest thing ever.
He leans down and kisses your neck one last time. You feel his cock against your stomach leaving a hot trail of precum on your skin. Everything about this moment is hot, but you canât take his slow kisses any longer. You need him inside of you, thrusting deep into your core.
Just when youâre about to take matters into your own hands, Bakugou leans forward and brings himself to your entrance. It is at this moment that you realize how big he is, and that heâs going to try to fit that entire thing inside of you.
You let out a deep breath when he finally slips inside. The stretch is rough, his cock prodding your most intimate crevices. As he inches into your depths, he grasps onto your hand, pulling you to him in a surprisingly romantic way.
The way Bakugou moves within you is gentle, far softer than he was when he ate you out. You can only assume he wants your first time to be soft and sweet. He grips softly at your waist, slowly moving in and out. When your eyes meet, you give him a sweet smile and a nod, hoping heâll move a little faster.
He takes the hint well, and suddenly Katsuki leans over you, your hands meeting his hardened chest. You jolt with both pain and pleasure after the first deep thrust. Then, as he pumps his cock more and more, you feel the pain fading away, the stretch to accommodate becoming pleasant.
After Bakugou notices your growing comfort, he goes ahead with pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in. Differently from before, you can feel him even deeper, and your body arches to meet him when your groins come together.
Swiftly, Katsuki moves you from your back to a position where youâre sitting on his lap. The sensation of him thrusting up into you makes your toes curl and loud moans to fall from your lips. In turn, Katsuki groans and continues to rut his hips like itâs his sole mission.
âYou tighten up when Iâm in you like this, did you know?â Katsuki groans in your ear, his hot breath hits your skin and makes you shiver.
The feeling in your cunt overwhelms you, but itâs so good, and you know now you wonât be able to get enough. Meeting Bakugouâs thrusts, you attempt to ride him, earning deep groans in return. Bakugou screws his eyes shut and allows you to move opposite to his thrusts. With the constant movement, and the occasional brush against your pleasure spot, your cunt tightens further.
Bakugou grips your ass with his large hands, wanting to feel your insides constrict even further. Unbeknownst to you, this is his first time going raw, and itâs making him cum like itâs his first time, too. So, unashamedly chasing your highs, you grind against each other as fervently as you can.
The air in the room is hot, but the heat in between your bodies as you ride him is far hotter. Both of you elicit loud noises from the other, your neighbours probably hearing your moans through the wall. Normally something like this would embarrass you to no end, but Bakugouâs fucking you so well that you feel you inhibitions melt away along with your innocence.
The coil in your stomach twists, and you feel your high coming. However, Bakugou stops short and leaves you bouncing on him by yourself. After only a split second of confusion, Bakugou slaps your ass, leaning back into a pillow.
âWant me to ride you?â you breathlessly say, attempting to make your voice sultry and not actually inquisitive.
It fails, but Bakugou doesnât make any visible notice. Instead, he grunts out a quiet âyeah, pleaseâ and grips your flesh, moving you against him. The pleasure of having him grind you on him does wonders for your pussy, and the new angle heâs hitting you at has you seeing stars.
Unlike before, Bakugouâs cock hits your g-spot every time now that you're fully riding him. The new feeling sends waves of heat to your stomach, quickly pushing you towards the edge.
Katsuki had been holding out strongly for a while, but as soon as he leaned back and let you ride, he was pretty much done for.
He feels himself unable to control his orgasm, which is creeping up way too fast. You donât mind, though, as youâre equally as close. When you feel his dick twitching deep inside you, balls contracting and signalling his release, your cunt tightens more than it ever has before.
âFuck, Iâm cumming!â Bakugou grips your ass and pushes himself up so he can thrust again.
You, on the other hand, yelp in surprise at him readjusting your position, moaning uncontrollably as he goes so deep you think heâs hitting your cervix. You fantasize about how Katsuki slips in and out of you with ease, balls coming up to hit your ass, which unknowingly makes you milk his cock harder.
With a surprising bite to your neck, Bakugou thrusts into you one last time, and calls out your name.
The spurts of cum he makes into your pussy have you cumming on the spot, as well. Both of you moan as you reach your highs together, Bakugou trying to quell his own by pressing his hot mouth to your skin.
âKatsuki!â you cry one last time, slumping forward onto his shoulder.
Neither of you have ever felt this goodâyou especially, never having thought your first time would be this wild. But Bakugou surprises you with his sexual prowess, and has you basking in a hazy afterglow, one that you wonât forget anytime soon.
You blissfully gaze at him as he continues to thrust ever so slowly, milking out your orgasmatic pleasure.
His eyes are half-lidded, yet you know heâs still very alert of your bodies. Then, he, for the first time since he penetrated you, lets go of your body for a split second, and you miss the warmth of his hands, but youâre quickly satisfied by him going to grab your waist.
Bakugou effortlessly pulls you off of his body, his heavy breathing, muscled chest catching your attention. The genuine âsplurtâ that comes from between you two when he unsheathes himself makes you blush and awkwardly chuckle in embarrassment, but Bakugou stares amazedly at your pulsating cunt.
You try to cover yourself, despite the fact that heâd seen it all before, but his hand pries your legs apart and dives towards your pussy.
âWait,â you abruptly say, hoping heâs not already wanting more.
âHmm?â he hums, curiously drawing a finger down your slit.
âIâm not sure I can go again.â You look at him as he dips his fingers into you ever so slightly.
Instead of replying, Bakugou sets your nerves on fire with his feathery touches. Then, when you look down, you see whatâs caught his attention. Itâs his milky white cum thatleaks out of your hole and onto your dark bedspread.
âKatsuki, Iâm so sensitive. Am I supposed to be able to go again?â You stop his handâs movement with your own.
âOh, nah, sorry, baby. You were so good, I forgot you were a virgin.â He grins at you, and you feel heat blooming on your cheeks
He finally takes his hand off of your body and mumbles something about going to get something to clean you up.
âAh, wait!â You stumble after him, your limbs too sore to hold you up properly. âLet me find something for you.â
You meet Bakugou in your ensuite where heâs already holding a towel. From the doorway, you take a step forward, but your knees buckle and you fall right into his arms.
âIt was that good, huh?â he jokes, making you flush in embarrassment.
âNuh uh,â you counter, but your wobbly legs betray your words.
He chuckles in response and sets you down on the counter, the cold surface strikingly frigid against your burning flesh. He gently pats you down with the towel, making sure his cum is wiped clean from your skin.
âAll done,â he says once heâs finished wiping all your skin down.
You go to thank him, but stop when you notice yourself in the mirror. Bruises litter your neck and even your chest. When did those get there? you think to yourself.
âOh my god, Katsuki!â You go to playfully punch him, but he catches your hand in his.
Placing one hand on your waist and the other on your chin, angling your head towards his, he places a chaste kiss on your lips.
Then, when he pulls away, a goofy grin breaks out onto his pretty face. âOh my god, Katsuki? Thatâs what youâll be saying next time.â
Your face bursts into flames, and Bakugou chuckles, holding you for a moment in your dim bathroom light. âSo, whenâs next time?â
a/n: hi guys!! iâm back with part 2. iâd love it if some of you sent prompts to my inbox or even commissioned me because i tried extra hard to finish this promptly đ
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(A/n: I got a new laptop so I can officially say goodbye to my sis's pc and get on your smut requests lmao)
(Istg my blog is just Obey me and Twilight at this point lmao; I do write for other fandoms I promiseđ
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Word Count: 1,434
Summary- NSFW headcanons for our favorite boys + dick analysis
Warnings: Shibari, Creampie, Blowjobs, Throat Fucking, Choking, Belly Bulge, Tit Washing/Cumming on Chest
Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Obey Me Brothers NSFW Headcanons
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Lucifer-
Dick analysis:
6 1/2 inches and girthy
He has two thick veins running along either side, leading all the way to his mushroomed tip
Speaking of tips- his is almost constantly a pretty rose shade, just in between pink and red
He doesn't like mess and that translates to his body hair as well
He keeps himself nicely trimmed -not too much hair, but not clean shaven
The exception is his happy trail; he doesn't think his hair should come above his pants waistline
NSFW Headcanons:
He loves to tie you up and watch you fall apart on his cock -the only mess he'll tolerate
Lucifer is a master at shibari
He'll have you laid up on his bed with the most beautifully crafted knots pressing just tight enough into your skin as he plows into you
His favorite way to tie you up is on your back, arms tie up and behind your head with your thighs roped to your chest
It's perfect in every way: The satin sits beautifully against your skin as it exposes your pretty, fluttering hole to him.
Let's not forget his favorite part of all- he gets to see your gorgeous face, hot with embarrassment at being so exposed mixing with the way your mouth falls in to an 'o' as he finally sinks into you
Absolutely does slow deep thrusts
He knows how torturous it is, especially after he's wound you up so tight
He is just sadistic enough to ignore his own edging just to rile you up to your limit
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Mammon-
Dick analysis:
7-8 inches and thin
He has a pretty narrow base with a larger head
Not quite a mushroom tip, but still flared
His tip sits at the same color as the rest of his length
He definitely shaves, at most he'll have a small patch of hair right at his base
Other than that, he keeps it clean shaven
NSFW Headcanons:
He loves downward doggy style
He loves being able to hit all the deep spots inside you as he presses your face into the pillows with a hand at the back of your neck
His thrusts are erratic and fast
With just enough control to have that coil tighten in your belly
He might not be the thickest, but he damn sure knows how to use his length to his advantage
He knows just how to make you crumble with his cock
If you can get pregnant, you better be on the pill, because he loves cumming deep inside you, watching as it squelches out around his base
His second favorite thing is watching his cum ooze out of you
It just means he gets to fuck it back into you
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Leviathan-
Dick analysis:
About 5-6 inches and average girth
He rarely trims -just enough to keep his pubes under control without having to constantly go at them with scissors or a trimmer
He has a thick vein along the bottom of his cock that spiders out the closer you get to the tip
His tip is a pretty purple shade that gets darker the harder he is
This boy has h e a v y balls
He has breeder balls through and through
NSFW Headcanons:
He loves being in your mouth
There's something about the way you sit so prettily in front of him, sucking him off as he plays a game
The lewd sounds of your spit mixing with his precum egging him on to finish this boss quicker so he can properly fuck your throat
Once he finishes the level, his hand is in your hair, holding you in place as he bucks his hips into your face
If he's super lost to the pleasure or upset, his tip is pushing down your throat, creating a bulge with each thrust
He doesn't care if you're gagging around him
Just finish him off like a good little pet, hmm?
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Satan-
Dick analysis:
6 inches and thick
He doesn't have any prominent veins but it almost bulges in the middle before tappering back down near the tip
Speaking of, his tip is deep red -almost maroon
He slightly curves to the left
Does not care about hair
He just lets it grow how it was intended
It grew there for a reason, why would he touch it?
NSFW Headcanons:
He loves taking you from behind while on your sides
He can simultaneously hike your leg up and choke you at the same time
What's not to like?
Not to mention the stunning arch of your back when he slams into that special spot
Or the way your head throws back, giving him unrestricted access to the column of your throat
If he's more into his feels, he'll hold you chest to chest as he grinds slow and deep into you
He loves to cum on your ass
There's just something about the way it drips down the curve of your cheeks that has his cock standing at attention again almost immediately
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Asmodeus-
Dick analysis:
He's around 5 inches with an average girth
The shaft of his dick is a pale cream color that contrasts perfectly with his pretty pink tip
His tip is extra sensitive, the slightest touch has his dick twitching
The shaft has just the slightest curve upwards
The perfect angle for both reaching all your favorite spots and for getting jerked off
Definitely shaves all of his pubes
Why would he want to hide himself when his cock is just so pretty?
NSFW Headcanons:
Asmo loves all positions, but there's something special about missionary to him
Whether it's being able to see the pleasure he's giving to his partner or them being able to bask in the perfection that is his 'o' face
Maybe it's a mix of the two (It's mostly the latter)
He lets out the most serene sounds you'll hear in your life as he draws similar sounds from you
Doesn't matter if he's giving or receiving, it'll be the best time of your life, don't you worry
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Beelzebub-
Dick analysis:
A solid 9, maybe 10, inches with a monstrous girth
He has a large vein that runs down the top that splits into a 'Y' shape as it nears the head
He's got a bigger base and shaft with a narrow head
His tip is a light purple-bordering red
He lightly trims his hair every other week
Except his happy trail -He maintains that to be the perfect trail starting just below his belly button and leading down to his v-line
Luckily for you, Beel's a shower not a grower
NSFW Headcanons:
He loves fucking you against a wall or on desks/counters
Hard and fast or slow and steady doesn't really matter to him
He just wants to fuck you
Don't get me wrong- he knows how to match the mood, he just doesn't have a preference
His preference is simply being inside you
Well, as inside of you as he can get
Most of the time, you can only fit a little more than half of him in you
Even that has a borderline uncomfortable stretch
Is kind of a sadist in that he loves to push down on the bulge that forms in your stomach
Doesn't mind pulling out if you want him to
Give him the chance, though, and he's nutting inside you, tip just inside your fluttering hole as it desperately tries to pull him back in
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Belphegor-
Dick analysis:
6-7 inches with average girth
Definitely has a c-shape to it
He has a slight vein down the underside
Has a couple freckles along the length
Another member of the no-shave-club
He just doesn't care if there's hair or not
If you ask, he might trim it but otherwise it's as au naturel as you can get
His tip is generally the same color as his shaft, maybe a shade or two darker
NSFW Headcanons:
Whatever positions that require the least amount of effort are his favorite
His top ones being both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl
Don't let that fool you, he's still in control
Hands griping your hips in a bruising vice as he fucks you dumb
Edging is his absolute favorite thing to do to you
It doesn't require too much energy
All he has to do is still you once he notices your bouncing becoming more erratic
If he's not too exhausted, he'll have you on your back as he relentlessly pounds into you
He really only works on finishing you once he's had at least one orgasm (refer back to the edging)
His favorite places to cum are in you and on your chest
He likes watching your chest rise and fall as you gasp for breath and seeing his cum dribble down your torso
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you kiss him first
Charles Leclerc x Former Childhood Friend!Reader count:Â 1.1k words summary:Â Charles and you talk about the reasons why you haven't seen each other in ten years... and there may have been some miscommunications all this time. a/n:Â another angsty one, with another happy ending, as always - thank you for all the support on the fics so far!
The Monaco air is crisp as you step out of the door, leaving the laughter of your parents and family friends behind. You note you forgot how warm Monaco can be, even in the evenings, and Charles Leclerc laughs, reminding you that youâve been away for too long.
Certainly long enough for childhood friends to become distant acquaintances, at best.
âItâs weird to think we used to play around these streets,â you say. âWe were so stupid. It was dangerous!â
âWell, we were kids.â Charles shrugs. âWe thought we knew best.â
He leads you away from his parentsâânow motherâsâhouse and after a moment, you recognise the route as your old path up the hills, to the best vantage points the city could offer. You climb with the expertise of someone whose feet have wandered up the trails a million times before, even if itâs been a decade since the last time.
âI always thought we might get hit by a car someday, but I didnât care,â you say. âAnd look at you now, driving cars for a living.â
âMeans I get hit by more often than an average person. So, you were right.â
âRight. Just like always.â
âYeah. You were always right, you know.â
Something about the way he says it, looking at the hill beneath his feet instead of you, sends shivers down your spine.
The further outside the city you go, the quieter it gets. Dozens of memories fly past your eyes, all of the same hike, with the same person by your side, only a child, a teenager.
âWhat was I right about?â
Charles doesnât look at you, nor does he answer. You keep hiking in silence and you find yourself getting antsy, fidgeting with a loose string hanging off your t-shirt.
When you get to the top, itâs peaceful. It always has been. You see the whole city from here, all of the lights shining brighter as the sun sets in the distance, and you canât help but wonder â what went wrong?
So you ask.
He laughs, but itâs nervous. When you look at him, his white shirt sleeves are rolled up to the elbows and the khaki shorts look too expensive against the dirty ground. Heâs still got the same pretty face, the dimples in his smile, but heâs a far cry from the boy you grew up with.
âI donât see the point in talking about it now,â he says.
âIf not now, when? Itâs been ten years already.â
âNever,â he says. âIf I can choose.â
You turn to face him, the sights of Monaco be damned. âWhy? We were good, Charles. I was supporting you with your karting, you were supporting me with all the hobbies I ever didâŠâ
âWe were good,â he agrees, but itâs almost sad. As if thereâs no way back. As if whatever happened, itâs irreversible.
âNo, you donât get to just up and decide youâre never going to speak to your best friend again. You just⊠You donât get to do that!â
âYouâre right,â he says, nodding. âYouâre right.â
âSo whatâs the issue?! I mean, I thought you were going to be by my side at the altar someday!â
Charles shakes his head, chuckling again, but you can see the watery reflection in his eyes. He doesnât look at you, and for a moment you wonder what was it that you said that was enough to make him cry, andâŠ
âThat was the issue,â Charles says, softly. âIâd be by your side.â
You feel yourself frown. âIsnât that the whole point?â
âNo. Itâs not.â He looks at you and you finally see the tears, the redness of his cheeks, and the emotion heâd been restraining for who knows how long. âI didnât want to be by your side.â
âOh.â
âY/Nââ
âNo. Itâs okay. I get it.â
You move a little further from him, pretending your heart hadnât just been stabbed, but he scoots right back next to you.
âY/N, let me finish.â When you donât say anything, he adds, âI wanted to stand opposite of you. That was the issue.â
âOpposite ofâoh.â
The past rewrites itself in your head, all those little moments that ever confused you suddenly being crystal clear. You see all the hints you missed or saw and ignored â the refusals to talk about your crushes, the distancing that began when you got into your first relationship, even though it lasted not even two weeksâŠ
And the absence of contact when your family moved away.
âCharles,â you say. âWhat are youâI donât understandââ
âYou didnât see me the way I saw you,â he says, âand I couldnât take it anymore.â
Andâin a moment of unprecedented courageâyou look him straight in the eyes. âWho says I didnât?â
A look flashes over your face that tells you heâs experiencing a rewriting of the same kind you experienced moments ago. The moments when you held his hand for a little too long as a kid, when you cheered him on the track even when you were supposed to be on a date, when you listened to him vent about his brothers. You know these moments â and you hope that now, he can see them for what they were, too.
You put a hand on his cheek. He leans into it immediately, as if coming home.
âYou know,â you whisper, âI donât think thereâs a moment of my life I didnât love you. Even the past ten years⊠All I could do was miss you.â
âMe, too,â he says. âI hated myself for staying away, but I had to. I thought I had to.â
âIf you just askedâŠâ
He laughs, again, and itâs nervous all the same â but his hand is on your knee and heâs leaning in, and the air between you is charged. âAsked what? âHey, Y/N, howâs your day? Also, do you happen to be in love with me, too?â Is that what I shouldâve asked?â
âYes. And I wouldâve said yes.â
He sighs; his eyes drop to your lips. âYouâre telling me I wasted ten years because I was afraid?â
âBoth of us were.â
âSo, nowâŠâ
You become acutely aware of the distance between the two of you â all it would take is to lean in, ever so slightly, and the friendship barrier would be crossed. As if it hadnât been crossed all those years ago, before you even knew what love or friendship were.
You smile. âNow you kiss me.â
âTempting,â he says. âThereâs one problem, though.â
âThere is?â
Charlesâs smile mirrors yours, wide and delighted. âIâm afraid if I kiss you, I wonât be able to stop.â
âThen donât,â you say, and you kiss him first.
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Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: ææ / Mou Mou / The On1y One
The On1y One is a 2024 Taiwanese coming-of-age drama about two high school students who fall in love, but more importantly, become friends -- and oh, they're also living in the same house now, because their parents have decided to get married.
Let's get this part out of the way: Yes, they're (almost) stepbrothers. No, that is not a kink thing at all, especially since they meet and start having complicated emotions about one another before they know their parents are together. Look, I had a childhood acquaintance promoted to stepsibling when I was in high school too, and I can tell you that your feelings about someone do not immediately jump to close family status just because your mom likes their dad. This is a show about how becoming a family; it is not a show about fucking your family.
Here are five reasons I think you should absolutely watch this twelve-episode drama -- and they're going to be as spoiler-free as I can make them, largely because...
1. Holy shit, it's ... actually good?
Believe me, no one could be as shocked as I was to find out this was a thing of actual quality. I first found out about this as 'hey, the handsome doctor from House Haunters is in a Taiwanese BL about high-schoolers' -- which of course sold me on it immediately, as I thought Liu Dongqin was the absolute highlight of the beautiful disaster that is Psych-Hunter, but which also, you must admit, sounds more like a novelty than a real thing of objective value.
Thus, I was prepared for trash! More accurately, I was prepared to enjoy trash. I am clearly on record as a trash-enjoyer. I was going to tuck in and gleefully laugh my way through awkward antics just to see that handsome boy kiss another boy.
Which means I was not prepared to be knocked off my feet by how thoughtful, intense, well-acted, and damn beautiful this series is. It's good. It's actually good. It is, like Beyond Evil, a thing you could put in front of Your Average American Television Enjoyer Who Can Handle Subtitles (And Boys Kissing) without having to apologize every five seconds about the jank. It's stunningly lit. It's chunked into episodes that have reasons to be episodes. It's well-written in a way that even comes through the translation.
Here's a clue to its quality: It's directed by Liu Kuang-Hui, known for Your Name Engraved Herein, an explictly gay film released in 2020 that won, like, all the awards -- which it fucking deserved to. (You don't need to have seen Your Name to watch this, but I think if you have, it adds an extra layer of meaning.) This is a BL made by someone who understands how being a teen boy in love with another teen boy is like being expected to walk around with a knife in your stomach while you pretend everything's fine.
But this is not a show about misery! It is a show about building connections, learning to trust, getting over yourself, and finding joy in taking care of other people. Maybe that sounds a little grandiose for a tiny Taiwanese BL, but it's not an exaggeration. When this drama bills itself as a coming-of-age narrative, it means it's going headfirst into the beautiful hell of being seventeen.
Keep those tissues on hand. You'll need them.
2. What if you fell in love with someone you also liked?
This is a true cat4cat relationship -- but different cat personalities! Finally, diverse cat representation!
Jiang Tian is a feral kitty who has spent so long telling everyone he hates them that he has no idea how to convey that he likes someone, and thus spends the first several episodes basically dropping dead birds at Sheng Wang's feet. Don't let his stoic nature fool you -- he's exactly as into this as (and much sooner than) the much more demonstrative Sheng Wang. Episodes end with little scenes you saw earlier, but recontextualized from Jiang Tian's perspective. So don't ever worry that Jiang Tian's being taken advantage of or coerced in any way. The boy has agency, and he uses it.
Meanwhile Sheng Wang is like a pampered little housecat who only eats wet food and sulks about everything -- but he's earned at least some of it, as he's clearly dealing with some major life upheavals. New city! New school! New friends! New house! New stepmom! New stepbrother! New and horrible things his teenage body is doing to him! So it's not surprising that he's clinging to what familiar comforts he has, even if it means being a total bitch about it.
And they become friends. That's the great part. This is a love story, but it's a love story where the love is friend-shaped. If anything, the friendship is the more important (and visible) aspect of the dynamic. It's not saying that one is more righteous or correct than the other -- it's saying that friendship is part of romantic love! Maybe it's even the best part of it! Maybe the only thing better than falling in love is making your crush your best friend and then falling in love with them.
It gets to the point where they spend most of their time not thinking about being in love with one another because they're such good friends. This is just what having a best friend is like, right?
(Jiang Tian knows it is not just what having a best friend is like. Jiang Tian is constantly chewing glass because he's sure friendship is the best he's going to get out of this, and also it's the best friendship he's ever had, and if that's all he gets -- and it will be, he's sure of it -- it'll be enough. It'll have to be.)
My favorite parts of their relationship are when Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian get to just enjoy spending time with one another as complete goobers. They're such teen boys! I mean, they're teen boys from very particular circumstances that have made them have to grow up fast, so it's great when they just get to regress around one another and act their age. The whole scene at the carnival is by itself worth the price of admission.
Look, here's some more shots of them being cute at one another. Don't let Jiang Tian's stoic face in the other pictures fool you. He's capable of making expressions, and it's so good when he does.
See?
3. This, too, is yuri
I mean, shit, you make a gay teacher and I'm already there. You make two gay teachers and I'm going to love you forever. Then you make them both gay teachers and gay owners of a little gay cafe? I don't know if my little trope-loving heart can take it!
Enter Zhao Xi and Lin Tingbei ("Benny").
From the moment you meet these two, it is obvious to you, the viewer, that they are a married couple. Except they're not. They're not married. They're not even a couple. It took me like nine episodes to realize that the reason they're acting so weird is not that they're trying to hide their relationship from other people, but that they're not in a relationship. They are mutually pining for one another and have no idea that the other one is having similar feelings.
Sorry, I have to go feral about these two sapphic-coded gay men for a moment: You two had an incredible meet-cute, went abroad at the same time, came back together, opened a cafe together, call one another "partner," have rainbow motifs on various visible objects in your life, AND YOU STILL ARE UNAWARE THAT YOU'RE BOTH IN LOVE WITH ONE ANOTHER
I can't stress this enough: When you meet them, your first thought is, oh, you two are married. MARRIED. Not just dating, but comfortably wedded. I kept expecting one of them to have a gentle After-School Special moment he tells the children, no, we're life partners as well as business partners. But they didn't! And do you know why? It's because THEY DON'T EVEN SEEM TO KNOW THAT THE OTHER ONE IS ALSO GAY
The only thing that makes sense is that they're both male lesbians. This is some Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko! shit right here. How do you unknowingly wind up in what is basically a marriage with man you've never even kissed? I don't know, but they've somehow managed to do it. It's insane. It's incredible.
I don't even feel like I'm spoiling you for anything here! Like, I wish I'd known from the start they weren't actually together, because I was baffled by their side plot for fully three-quarters of the series. Why are they behaving like this? Why are you being weirdly jealous about the hot lady teacher? Oh, it's because YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE HUSBANDS, THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU HUSBANDS
WE GOT DOUBLE MUTUAL PINING HERE, FOLKS, DOUBLE MUTUAL PINING, TWO SUCCESSIVE GENERATIONS OF GAY DIPSHITS WHO ARE AS BAD AS YOU CAN BE ABOUT FEELINGS WITHOUT IMMEDIATELY DYING OF IT
Sorry about the caps lock, just ... I'll be over here screaming into a pillow about it, okay? Okay, thanks.
4. Actual Teen Feelings
So nobody in this production is an actual teenager; both leads were just on the underside of thirty when it filmed, and all the other "kids" are at least in their mid-twenties.
And honestly, I like the aged-up casting better, since ... look, I'm over forty, and I just don't find the youths as attractive as I did when I was much closer to that age. Seeing actual 16- and 17-year-olds do this would have given me the ick. So I feel kind of like, this is a teen story told for adults, and the way it does that is by giving you actors that embody how cool you thought your peers looked when you were that age, and not how gangly and awkward everyone actually looked.
I've described the behavior of the teen characters as "rationally irrational" -- like, you know that the decisions they're making are bad, and they kind of know it too, but you also get that they don't have the regulatory mechaisms to compensate for when their hormones tell them it's time to sulk, or or talk back, or lie, or do something reckless. They're stupid teens, but they're not stupid because the writing is stupid. They're stupid because the writing is good and knows exactly how stupid teens are.
And of course this is most visible with our boys, who are complete dipshits in some very rationally irrational ways.
I alluded earlier to the fact that I have stepsiblings, and that I acquired them during my teen years, so yeah, a lot of the complicated stepfamily dynamics hit hard for me. Sheng Wang's mother is dead, and he's being a sulky baby about it because he (kind of correctly!) feels like his dad both is trying to replace her and has started paying attention more to his new partner than to his son. Sure, an adult with more coping mechanisms would be able to handle it without being a dick to everyone around them. But he's not an adult -- but also he's not not an adult? He's in that awful place of adolescence where you feel all grown up, but people still keep making huge life decisions for you. I remember it; it sucks.
Meanwhile Jiang Tian's father is still alive, but that's complicated too and has led to Jiang Tian's being kind of estranged from both his divorced parents. His then becomes a story less about how to get along with your new stepfather, and more how to reconcile with a mother who wasn't always in a place to make the best decisions for you she could, as you are yourself approaching the age she was when she made those decisions.
It's just so many feelings! Just a giant fucked-up Sargasso Sea of feelings! Every nerve is raw and every emotion is like staring straight at the sun! So many characters are completely at the mercy of their worst instincts, to the point where you can't even be mad because, yeah, if I had no ability to tell my most visceral intrusive thoughts to go away, I'd be ruining my own life left and right too.
Also, you are not prepared for the parts with boners. I say no more.
bonus: LUCKY CAT!!!
When was the last time you saw a fat character in a piece of Asian media -- or a piece of any media -- who was just allowed to be fat in peace? Whose fatness was not the constant butt of jokes? Who was not depicted always (comedically) eating? Who wasn't thrown into the mix just so their sexual/romantic interest in some skinny person could be turned into gross-out moments?
Lucky Cat is the best. Her students call her Lucky Cat because she's always cheerful and she does a precious little paw thing. The name is meant to be endearing! They like her, and she's portrayed consistently as a good educator and generally nice person to be around. She's fashionable, too! She has the cutest little outfits!
And she's fat! It's just a thing about her not worth commenting upon! Shit, I wish the show's lack of commentary weren't worth my commenting upon, except, ugh, you know it is. It's even more so worth saying because I've seen her in something else where she was exactly what she isn't here, and it was vile. The contrast is incredible.
Love you, girl, one fat, overcaffeinated educator to another.
5. Delicious(ly timed) pining
I want to talk about the structure of the show for a moment, and I'm going to try and do it as spoiler-free as I can. Even so, this gets into territory that you might be better off going into blind, especially if you like the tension of not knowing where a love story is going. If you're convinced already that you need to watch this show, skip this section -- scroll right down to the picture of a pitcher and glass of lemon water on a kitchen counter.
Go on, now, get.
However, if you're still on the fence about watching it, though (or if you've seen it already and just like reading my thoughts on it!), here's a very slightly spoilery selling point for you:
Normally, BL shows are all about waiting for the moment those boys finally realize what's up and kiss one another. The On1y One makes what I think is a brilliant decision to frontload the kissing. These boys smooch twice all the way up in episode 2 -- but under circumstances that are, respectively, a dare and a faux-casual demonstration that the dare didn't mean anything.
And that's it. They don't kiss again.
I think this is such a good choice because it makes those boys spend the entire rest of the show with three thoughts in their heads: we have already kissed; it didn't mean anything to him; I think it might mean something to me. Their entire friendship is colored by the knowledge that, yeah, that happened. If anything, it makes the BL-style waiting even more glorious, because now it's not about wondering if I kissed him, what would he do? but about wondering if I kissed him again, would it still be a joke to him?
There's also some very good asymmetry in there, in how Jiang Tian is clearly already the world's greatest expert at stuffing his gay desires into a little box and not making them anyone else's problem, while Sheng Wang is having a sexual awakening in real time.
You figure out very near the end why Jiang Tian has a complicated relationship to his own gay longings, and boy, is it a hell of a reason. I know we joke about characters who are both gay and homophobic, and I don't want to call him homophobic, because that's not it. But you definitely get to see why, of all his locked-down feelings, he's locked the gay ones down hardest of all.
Meanwhile Sheng Wang is popular, has friends, has surely been on a number of cute and chaste little dates, has probably even kissed a couple very nice girls -- and has clearly never had a horny thought in his entire life before now. He is both falling in love and figuring out what makes him hard at the same time, and oh boy, that is some rough shit to hit at seventeen. You get to see him recontextualize those kisses several times, slowly putting names to the emotions he didn't know he was having. And when he does finally understand the extent of what he's feeling, he makes a stupid decision about it, because of course he does. He's seventeen. Stupid decisions come with the territory.
Anyway, once they finally get to fucking, Sheng Wang is going to be the lord high king of the bratty bottoms. Just an absolute menace. He's got Jiang Tian's number so hard, and Jiang Tian is going to love suffering through every minute of it.
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Okay, did you scroll down? Here's a little more spoiler buffer! Hi! How are you doing today? I'm having fun writing this. I hope you'll like watching it. There, that should be enough.
caveat: This is not an ending.
I need to stress how much this is clearly made to be a part one of more, and also how a second season has not been announced and thus is not guaranteed. I am being optimistic based on a) how good it is, b) how much clout the director has, and c) the fact that it's so new, it makes sense that further installments might not be announced yet. But if an unfinished (and possibly never-finished) series bothers you, maybe put this one in your pocket for later.
But oh, this show needs a second season. I am burning incense to the television gods in hope that it gets a second season.
Want to tuck in for some actual good television?
This one is wonderfully easy to find. We watched it on GagaOOLala, but you can also find it on AppleTV, WeTV, Viki, and iQiyi.
Back to the Your Name Engraved Herein connection: The On1y One reads to me in many ways like a celebration of how far Taiwanese culture has come about gay people. Like, things still absolutely aren't perfect in 2012, when this show is set, but at the same time, it's no longer 1987 -- which was the homophobic, hopeless world Liu Kuang-Hui grew up in. If Your Name tells the story of what actually happened, this series tells the story of what the person that all happened to imagines things could be like today. It's so hopeful it makes me choke up a little thinking about it.
Bah, just go watch it. Do it! Go! There's links right up there!
Gay thoughts say peek-a-boo.
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