#like thank u ... thank u for being so fucking hot you caused my brain to short-circuit

[christiangeistdorfer]

ELIO DE ANGELIS and GÉRARD DUCAROUGE at the 1983 AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX

[sexbot300]

telling them they have a small dick!

pairing: toji x reader, gojo x reader (separate)

⤷ 18+, MDNI

tw: man-handling, p in v, unprotected sex, power play, cunnilingus, falsetto, huge dick (come on now), mentions of creampie, orgasms, degrading/dirty talk, slight size kink if you squint, text format for gojoe.

a/n: this was so funny to write i cant stop laughing. this was longer than i expected, i will be making a part two with choso, geto, and nanami if asked for. originally it was meant to include them but this is a bit tew long. I actually like this more than anything i’ve ever written before :’) comments r more than welcome thank uuuuu. luv u all xoxo (felt things while writing this, it’s funny that I think it’s my best work)

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Toji ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Reading your diary

Toji Fushiguro pissed you off. There were no ifs and buts or any way around it. As much as you adored being friends with Megumi and spending time near the stoic guy, coming by his house felt entirely dreadful. Mutual friends frequently visited his abode, leaving and visiting often without a sliver of complaint leaving their diction. ‘Maybe I was truly the problem.’ A thought had snuck up in the crevices of your brain until the mental image of why you didn’t come over as often decided to grace you with his presence. A shiver traveled up north of your spine, straightening yourself out mentally and physically. ‘Nah. That doesn’t sound right. I am NOT the problem.’ 

Toji was everything Megumi was not; cocky, arrogant, and trying to start anything with anyone if they remotely looked in his direction the wrong way. Was he hot? Of course. Would you ever admit it to the bastard? Of course, you wouldn’t. This is why what unfolds before you felt as if some cruel divine punishment, curated by the highest demon in the belly that cradled hell, deciding today would be the day to toy with you.

Closing your phone with a little, ‘Ding!’ Megumi had sent a text earlier entailing that something of your belonging had been left behind. Strangely enough, even he didn’t know what it was, which left a question of perplexity. All he knew was that his dad found it and to alert you about it. 

A sigh that had built up in the depths of your chest left, as you stood behind the mahogany-colored door. Praying that Megumi would just give the item so a beeline can be made as far as legs can sprint. Bringing a hand to the door, tapping with a fist, “Megumi? It’s me.”

With a shuffling heard from inside the house, the sound of the door unlocked and a slow swing revealed no one behind it. Stepping inside carefully and scooping out the area, an eyebrow raised as the familiar setting had no one in eyesight. Closing and locking the door behind, your voice even more confused, “Megumi? Hello? I thought you’d be here.” 

In plain eye view, coming around a corner stood the looming presence of a man that was hard to ignore. Leaning up against the counter behind, a protein shake in hand as his body seems depleted from a workout session. Glistening in sweat, he stood there devastatingly handsome. A simple white tank top clung onto his pectorals, highlighting the ridges of his stone-hard abs while the pump of his presumed workout caused his already massive biceps to look the size of planets. His gray sweats hung low off his slim core. He eyed you up and down as if inspecting every single thing about you.

“Oh yeah. My son's little friend was expecting you here.” He spoke in a casual tone, eyes met yours for a split second before eyeing you down in a carnal way.

Standing in place, mentally making note of killing Megumi for not being the one to give you what was missing from his home. Only leaving you to deal with his father.

He gripped something behind him his fingers grazing what seemed to be a bit lightweight. A light thud of a journal hit the island counter that stood between the pair. Eyes glancing down on what was thrown carelessly, the journal looked all too familiar.

My diary– fuck. All forms of color had drained from the hue of your face, replaced with a crimson flush. Frantically blinking up at the journal, your thoughts blared. ‘There’s no way he could’ve read it right?’ Almost sprinting at the piece of media, fingertips yanked it off the island forcibly gluing it to your chest almost to shield it from eyes it doesn’t belong to. 

Eyes darting back and forth frantically searching for relief in such a predicament, in a measly voice, “T-Thank you Mr. Fushiguro, it was very kind of you to give it back. I-I’ll be leaving now.”

He had only watched amused, but it wasn’t stated within his facial expression. If anything his demeanor was calm– his body leaned back at the counter behind him, legs crossed over one another while he wore what seemed to be a completely uninterested face.

“Smart girl. Probably read a lot, huh?” 

Clutching the diary tighter to your chest, almost impossibly close, furrowed eyebrows and a snap of a neck towards his direction. A low, barely audible, “H-huh?” 

“My favorite passage is where the narrator states that, ‘Toji is probably compensating his small dick for huge muscles.’” He chuckled deeply, taking a swing of his protein shake before setting it to the side.

Frozen in place, eyes widened, simply just going quiet. I mean– what could be said? For a moment so intense, all that ran through your mind was complete blankness.

“Kinda find it endearing how the narrator only uses vibrators on her clit because the idea of penetration ‘arouses’ yet ‘scares’ her.”

“Mr. Fushiguro did you r-rea-“ stated in an incredibly shaky voice. Embarrassed, wishing that the ground would do you good bidding and swallow you whole with no hesitation. He still looked calm, ridiculing every aspect of you, his eyes had darkened a bit due to pupil dilation.

Everything felt tense, hot, incredibly warm, a moment of heat transpiring between the two of you as eyes met one another. Except both eyes said a different story. His; was full of something that could only be described that an animal gets knowing that they had successfully captured their prey right where they were needed. Yours; full of complete self-pity, begging to be freed under the gaze of something that will eat you alive and leave no bones.

“Do you think that Toji's character might appreciate the narrator calling him ‘hot but probably hotter with his mouth shut?’” His large arms bulged, and crossed over his chest, enjoying every minute that left you squirming under his condescending gaze. You looked like something had caught your throat and any form of attitude seemed to exist on the lines written in the diary. 

Tilting his head, on cue his hair moved as well, his expression seeming bleak. “Aw, wish I could meet this narrator, express to her how far off she is from the truth. Seems the type to talk a lot but get quiet when confronted.”

With a croak of your throat you managed to speak in a weak voice, “Mr. Fushiguro I am so sor-”

A silky voice met your ears, “Megumi taught me a bit about books. You know what’s funny about narrators sometimes?”

“W-what?” Your voice croaked.

“They’re unreliable.”

“Want to know something else funny?”

Body shifting off the ledge of the counter his bulky body slowly walked, emerald eyes glancing down while you stared up with the most innocent expression. ‘Cute,’ he thought. Staring down, a waft of his natural musky scent hit your nasal passages. He towered right in front of you. His long finger gripped a loose strand of your hair, twirling it mockingly.

He juxtaposed the flustered expression drawn on your face, a grin that stretched from ear to ear, a sly expression painting a look of hunger. “Yeah,” his tongue swiped at his bottom lip, voice dropping a few octaves, “it’s tiny even.”

-

On the checklist of things you hated about Toji, you mentally jotted down that he was a liar. He was a complete liar. 

Knees blown out, nose buried deep into his neatly trimmed pubic hair, lips trying to adhere to a girth that wasn’t friendly to take down, saliva coating your chin and seeping through the cracks of the side of your lips, and mascara smeared down the sides of your cheek. 

Toji was anything but tiny. A huge hand gripped the back of your skull, yanking at the follicles of your hair bouncing your head back and forth on his dick. He had to be 8 inches at least.

Gagging and whimpers filled the air, as you pathetically took down all the length he forced down. Your eyes beaming with tears, while he looked down at yours mockingly. Eyebrows slightly furrowed at the feeling of your tight throat clinging onto his cock like a vice. He smirked staring you down as you struggle to take him in, light pants escaped from his throat as spit slowly exited his mouth, meeting the exposed part of his dick and a part of your face.

“Slow down sweetheart, shit,” a condescending laugh, “I’m not going anywhere.” He hissed in a bit feeling your tongue desperately lap up and down his cock as you took the initiative to get completely lost in the feeling. 

It was all too lewd– he had stopped guiding you by bobbing your head, but kept a firm hold; all you did was suck him as if your life depended on it. His hefty cock felt divine to the tastebuds, weighing heavy down your throat and around your tongue. Frantically allowing your tongue to brush over the large veins running throughout his shaft, your hands jerking off what you could, letting the room fill up with the wet squelches. Moaning onto his cock the vibrations cued a grunt from Toji, sucking his massive tip with a ‘pop!’ He pulled you away, noticing the whine in your face when separated from his dick. He laid it on your face, grin sprawled out. 

“You suck dick good for a girl who only gets off to filthy fantasies about a man who she hates.” 

Panting, studying him while feeling incredibly small under his stare, catching your breath. So perfect, you looked so perfect to him.

“Fuck- I could just cum looking at your face like this,” gripping your hair earning a mewl from your throat, he held onto his dick tapping the tip of your tongue repeatedly, he grinned wider noticing how you desperately leaned into every tap. “Heh, want more huh? Coulda came from your throat, rather fuck it in your little pussy instead. I could tell you were a cock-deprived whore from the start.”

All you could do was blink up at him, gulping at everything he was saying, a new wave of arousal crashing down in your panties. Eyebrows furrowed, keeping steady eye contact with him, he noticed your fucked out expression. 

“Aw? No back-talk? Seem to have a lot to run your mouth about in that little diary, girl. Do you even remember your name? Already trained you well without stretching you out? Or does it make you feel ashamed to be this wet in the house of a man you hate so much? Do you have no shame?”

“I-I’m,” you cleared your hoarse voice swallowing any bit of saliva that didn’t engulf his cock, “not wet.”

He blankly stared down at your face before a loud chuckle eroded from his body, shaking him slightly, “Darling, you’re practically dripping on my kitchen floors. You think I can’t see you clenching your thighs f’me?”

“I-it’s not for y-you, Mr. Fushiguro-“

“Cut the shit, it’s Toji. Stand up.”

Pushing your knees off the position they were in for the longest time, you whined and stumbled while Toji watched amused. Standing on your feet, wobbling, he did the honors of throwing you over his shoulder eliciting a loud gasp as your torso made contact and leaned into his broad shoulders. His fingers lightly grazed your wet folds that leaked through your leggings, causing a slight gasp.

He only chuckled again, walking to his master bedroom. “Not wet, my ass.”

-

You’re not sure what round this was, but being thrown like a rag-doll by a man who easily overpowered every aspect of you was not how you expected this visit to go. He did the honors of prepping you for hours long– edging you and making sure you were on the brink of insanity so taking his cock in would feel much more manageable. At first, you winced taking him in, but the pain subsided once the overwhelming bliss of pleasure overtook all feelings of discomfort.

Toji started by fucking his tip in, rocking back and forth to let you become accustomed slightly. He quickly learned that you were nothing more than a cock-deprived whore.

“T-toji, y-you’re, ah! Breakin’ me!”

“Good.” His face had a wild expression, grinning ear to ear, his long onyx hair clinging to parts of his forehead from sweat while the rest dangled in your face. This man just found his new favorite plaything, he’d be damned to stop this. 

Toji had you mangled in a mating press, feet planted firmly into his mattress, feeling every last bit of dick he could give. Holding your thighs back with large hands, he drilled into your poor cunt, legs hanging off his broad shoulders, the sounds of skin-on-skin vibrating in the room alongside his pants, and your loud moans.

“T-toji, ah! I-I’m sorry, t-too,” a deeper thrust sent a harsh quiver from your lips while his lips dropped low to your ear, “Too! Big! Cant!”

Grunting into your ear, the same smirk plastered on his face. He angled himself even deeper, never stopping the rhythm, slamming his inches into you. All you could do was take it and moan desperately. Head thrown back while eyes rolled back into your skull. 

“Don’t” thrust, “care.” He stated casually in your ear while his voice grew huskier, “Gonna fuck my cum into this lil’ ah, fuck, pussy. Make sure it only learns how to take me in.” He chuckled while he never stopped drilling, he pulled all the way out, leaving only the tip in. Causing you to pant rapidly at the loss of dick, hating how empty yet incredibly full you felt just from his tip alone.

“P-Please, please Toji, please,” fingers dug into his biceps in a fucked out voice, “don’t stop.”

“Aw,” he placed his forehead atop yours, mockingly cooing at the mess you’ve become. “Why should I let you cum?” He whispered now, lips ghosting over your own, “Had a lot to say about me being tiny but your greedy little cunt is both clinging onto me and stretching out. Disgusting girl” 

“I’m so so so so sorry, Toji I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good.” Frantically scanning over his face, your body still throbbing from the positions he put you in. Meanwhile, he felt just as warm to the touch, the feeling of sex coated him entirely his composure not faltering.

Wrapping a strong hand around your throat he tightened his grip as he pummeled right into you at once, body jerking forward at the sudden stretch. A loud gasp and moan abruptly left your mouth. Before he could continue pumping into you, his lips still hovering over yours, he had a cocky smile still etched onto his face.

“Sent Megumi off with his little friends, they’re having a sleepover.” His smirk deepened, “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be proving to me how good of a whore you’ll be for me all night.” He scoffed, “Maybe then in your little diary you can write about how good I fuck you.” He pulled out yet again, suddenly feeling his body weight push off your body entirely, making you whine at the loss of sensation in your cunt and body. In an instant, he flipped you over.

Back arched completely, chest pressed down into the sprawled-out duvet, legs spread out ready for him to obliterate all self-dignity you had left, his knee pushed into the bed behind you. Placing his socked foot in the back of your head, he gripped his cockhead dragging it along your puffy folds. Moaning slightly at the feeling of contact as he circled his massive tip around your clit, your eyes fluttered shut again. Drool seeped through the sides of your mouth not caring that this man had stolen all sense of respect you once held for yourself.

“Now,” his voice husky again grunting as his cock slowly teased at your entrance before shoving it in at a tantalizing pace. Staring in awe at your hole as it glistened, hearing your cunt squelch around his thick width, “Hear her for me?” Physically tightening at the words he just said, he let out a slight grunt.

“Mhm,” you let out a mangled noise which caused him to chuckle, feeling his foot press deeper onto the back of your head while your fingers desperately gripped at the sheets below. 

“Maybe,” he pushed himself in, a wild smile on his face while he heard you whimper below, thrashing around still not used to a length this immense. “You should listen to her more often than that dumb little brain of yours princess.” 

Swiftly gripping your wrist, he firmly pinned it back at the small of your back, while rapidly thrusting in and out all at once. “Ah! Ah! T-Toji… So! Hnghhh, G-Good,” moans incredibly muffled as they were pushed into the sheets, cunt gripping onto him every time he moved in and out.

Grunting at the view of your ass clapping back at his pelvic region every time he drilled inside, your walls trying their hardest to take him. He only cackled before whistling, harshly slamming a hand down on your ass letting it recoil with a red mark left behind.

“Should’ve told you I read that stupid diary ages ago…”

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Gojo ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Failed date

“Ding! New message from ‘toruu.’” The robotic voice announced in your headphones, breaking you from wallowing in your sorrowful haze.

Shuffling in your bed, trying to forget the events that unfolded earlier today, your hand reached out to your nightstand fidgeting around to find your phone. You thought maybe lying down with sad music blaring in your ears would help, but spoiler; it did not. Groaning slightly while your eyes try to adjust to the phone's brightness. A failed date equated to a failed day, lo and behold, your eccentric friend was at your side ready to wipe away any discomfort. 

Shifting your body upwards, a smile couldn’t help but be formed at his words. At the end of the day, the guy was just that, a guy. There was nothing to stress over. Was there a slight skip in a heartbeat hearing Satoru speak fondly upon you? Yes. But that’s all that there was. Risking a friendship with him wasn’t worth it in the grand scheme. He was appealing in all senses, there was no surprise that girls and boys alike flocked to him like candy. Getting laid wasn’t exactly the objective, but hanging onto things that weren’t feasible was. 

Joking with Satoru came second nature, but having him become defensive over a harmless joke startled you a bit. ‘There’s no way he’s acting like this.’ Nibbling at your bottom lip staring at him laughing in all caps. Is he being defensive? Eyes moving back and forth on the screen questioning what to say next, the conversation continued.

Snickering to yourself, ‘Oh, so he IS being defensive.’ The thought danced around in your head, rolling eyes at every other thing he texted. “There is no way he is serious,” mumbling to yourself like a madman in the dead of night alone while speaking to nothing but the screen at hand. 

A light ping indicated that your message was sent, as you glanced at the dots that appeared from his end. Breath slightly hitching at what he stated next.

Eyes widening, breath caught in throat quickly throwing the phone down face first as your face burnt. Breathing shallow breaths to catch up, time felt a bit still before shaking hands gripped the phone, and slowly brought it into your line of sight. 

My God was Satoru Gojo, huge.

His tip was a light dusty pink, almost made to be kissed, forming a beautiful head that had a bead of translucent precum decorating the slit. The shaft was thick, matching his milky pale tone and fading into an ombre ending right where the tip started. His veins were many, mapped out all around his shaft, up and down, a prominent one stood at the center. It looked heavy, he appeared to be standing up in the picture. A white-happy trail formed alongside the end of his abs and faded around into his neatly groomed bush. You blinked slowly, taking in the image of your best friend’s fat cock. He wasn’t lying. At all. He had to be pushing 8 inches and more. This was the image alone, thumb hovering slightly over the video attachment. Feeling your cunt pulsate slightly and clit growing a bit hard, shuffling some more. 

‘I can't be getting wet over my friend. This is so wrong, he’s probably joking too right? Guys do this all the time with their guy friends. Except, I’m not a guy…’

Biting the bullet and taking the initiative, clicking the video attachment was a wrong, wrong idea. Still, in the same position, his gray sweat pushed down his mid-thigh, the flash was strong in the video. In your ears, everything was heard. Still standing erect, you could hear him lightly chuckle, almost as if he was taunting you in the same room. For some reason, the slick heat flooded more, He brought his large veiny hand, placing it side by side with his cock, holy shit, it was larger than his hand. He spoke your name in a sultry voice one that sent waves crashing down your pussy, a voice that you’ve never heard before. 

“You already know how big my hand is, I mean you’ve held it before. Do with that information what you will.” You could hear the smirk in his voice before plopping on the bed before him, a soft grunt echoed in your ears. So his dick was heavy, it flopped straight on his abs which elicited a laugh on his end. 

“Sorry, I couldn't send you it while lying down. It’s a bit too heavy.” With that, the video ended. Gulping and staring dumbfounded, your fingers anxiously wrote whatever they could, trying to keep any semblance of a friendly demeanor. 

Sighing while rolling your eyes at his behavior, mentally sighing that he's back acting like the immature soul he’s always been. Guess, it’s time to rely on the good ol’ vibrator to solve this problem. Knowing him he’d probably hang this compliment over your head for eternity and that was that with this conversation, which is why what he stated startled you a bit.

Staring at the screen once more, feeling a bit anxious about his response. All that could be thought of is if the wrong thing was said to him. He’d be over the moon hearing that his cock is big as fuck, right? Sighing while dropping your shoulders and clicking the side button to shut the phone off, eyes closing once more while the back of your head met the soft headboard. 

“Ding! New message from: ‘toruu.’”

Eyes widening, the heat still pooling in your lace panties, thanking yourself for another failed date. Within ten minutes the phone was chucked out of hand, racing to get ready for his arrival even though it wasn’t the typical hangout.

Slipping on a lacy, cerulean bra and throwing it on, keeping the same undies on having a feeling that the slick wetness would be favored for you both, fixing your hair, spritzing a gourmand perfume, applying a bubble-gum colored lip gloss, and pulling on a light blue hoodie, tight black spandex shorts, with black house sandals. It wasn’t long before a certain man rang the doorbell.

Rushing to the door while maintaining some form of composure and unlocking it to be met with piercing eyes and a shit-eating grin towering over you. He wore the same sweats in the video and a black hoodie that did very little to hide his massive frame.

“Hi,” he stated in his typical voice, eyes looking over his glasses down at your face, as he put one strong arm over the doorframe. “Hello, ‘Toru…” audibly speaking so only he heard, while a light blush scattered across your face.

“Heard your date got canceled or whatever, what a bummerrrrrrr.” He rolled his eyes exaggerating his disdain due to unexpected plans. “Gonna let me in?” His voice stated in a whisper while studying the curves of your body. 

Slightly nodding, shifting to the side to let the tall figure in, a waft of his cologne hit all senses and shot straight to your core. 

While he walked in, your hand pressed against the doorframe closing it and locking it before a large hand turned you around. Gasping at the sudden feel of his hand around your waist, while the rest of your body was pushed against the door. Staring up at his face, not recognizing the look displayed on his usual happy-go-lucky face, painted a darkened expression of desire. Satoru pressed your chest against the front of his body, pushing you closer by the hand on the back of your waist. Caging you in his embrace, the other hand laid flat behind the door.

Smelling his sweet breath from the various candies he indulged in, the air hit the tip of your nose while his lips were merely inches away from your own. 

“No offense,” his voice silky, smooth, and deeper than usual, “Kinda glad this asshole bailed on you. Wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you anyways.” His smile deepened while you responded by cupping his soft face in both hands. 

Breath a bit higher than a whisper, lips almost touching his while his grip on your waist felt stronger, “Oh, yeah ‘Toru, and you know what to do?” 

Feeling a vibration from his chest against your frame, as a laugh erupted from him, he stared into your eyes intensely. “Let me kiss your lips and show you. I think you know by now my words match up with my actions.”

Almost on command, both of you smashed your lips into one another savoring the feeling of tasting what you wanted for so long. Mutually moaning slightly upon the impact, Satoru quickly moved his large hands to caress all over your tinier frame. Ass, waist, thighs, hair, neck, his long slender fingers were everywhere, anywhere, every chance he could get to press you impossibly close to him.

Mouth agape, he took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue in, slithering it around your mouth while your tongue circled his own. Hands entangled in his hair, tilting your head, and on cue, he did the same. Tongues squelching and roaming each other's mouths as if you’ve been thirsty and the only cure was one another. His hands finally stop at your ass, giving a light squeeze before carrying you up, wrapping your legs around his torso.

Breaking away faces mimicking a blush on both faces, a string of saliva connecting your lips. Slightly panting as your forehead meets his, he stares deeply into your eyes. “Cute and all,” he says still in a haze, “but those weren’t the lips I was talking about.”

-

Hovering over his torso, while your mouth was stuffed with his huge cock. Hungrily lapping up his dick with your tongue, your hand wrapped around his base in a circular motion going up and down while your mouth struggled slightly to take the entirety of him in. Moans sent vibrations across his huge shaft, he was so big, so so so big. You loved every minute of it, it was evident with the sticky residue of cum that formed on his thighs and pubic hair from the previous rounds you’d gone. Saliva pooled on his dick, to rest on his balls and underneath his thighs. 

It was a mess, “Mhm!” You panted, separating yourself from having his cock buried down your throat but quickly attaching your lips at the head, smearing precum on like a lip product. Lapping the precum up and down the slit, before indulging his length back in. “Sa-Satoru- Ah! S-Stop!” Lips making a ‘pop!’ noise after pulling his dick from your throat, hands still echoing a wet sound as they both rapidly jerked him off.

Gojo laid on his back his face stuffed in your cunt, “Cant, ahhhh, too good,” His voice sounding hoarse. Bringing his head up even further into your slick heat, he licked long strips with his tongue from clit, hole, and ass. Both of his large hands spread your cheeks apart, your discharge soaking the bottom half of his face. He dove in head first, nose pressed directly in your pussy while his mouth harshly sucked at your clit, twirling it around his tongue effortlessly. Years of sucking on candy couldn’t compare to this. Pulling away both hands from your ass, he placed them on the front of your thighs, forcing you to sit on his face with a welp that broke away the string of moans.

Continuing to jerk him off, your eyes crossed while spitting down his length, feeling him twitch slightly under your motion. You mewled, “Mhpmh! Satoruuuuuuu!”

Harshly sucking on it before pulling away, he kissed your clit before dragging his head around in a circular motion licking all around like a madman. He closed his eyes and buried his tongue deep in your walls that tightened and contracted around him. Bobbing his head back and forth, tongue fucking your tiny hole, thumb diligently working in circles on your swollen clit. Slowly feeling your high soon approaching in waves and feeling him twitch even more violently underneath you. 

He moaned deep into your cunt while high-pitched yells escaped your throat, “Oh! Oh! Oooooh! Oh, Satoru! I’m c-cumm- ah!” Soon enough, Satoru’s face was full of liquid when your orgasm arrived. Sticking a tongue out noticing him jerk in your hands, closing your eyes, while cum painting your tongue and face. Swallowing him all while quivering from the impact of cumming all over his face.

For once in your life, this was the most quiet Satoru has ever been. 

Breaking away from your cunt, Satoru took a deep breath, laughing to himself shakily.

“Fuck, I should pay men more often not to date you.”

[misserabella]

catch me if you can

street racer! ellie williams x fem! reader

summary; heat rises on the streets, blood pumps with adrenaline in the race, and bad memories come up to the surface with a swing of the steering wheel.

cw; tension, swearing, mentions of death and death of a fictional character, anxiety… in the future there would be +18 content!

special thanks to @winfleurs and @atomicami for inspiring me i luv u! 🎀

“dina! wait up!” you screamed, your heels making it not quite easy to run after your best friend.

your ears were buzzing with the roaring of the audience and the car’s engines. it was a fresh saturday night, and the city seemed as bright as a constellation. adrenaline was pumping through your veins, you shouldn’t be out today. in fact, you’d sneaked out of your house. but you couldn’t help it if your friend asked for it so badly. her boyfriend, jesse, was supposed to be racing today. there was a lot of money on the line. probably about 500k. and dina had to be there. you know, the ‘good luck’ kiss and all that.

the cars looks amazing, modified with the newest technology. you could see the NOS tubes peeking though, ready to push though the chambers of the cars and burn the tires in the asphalt.

shit, you were getting excited.

you followed your friend through the crowd, trying to not lose her black wavy hair out of sight.

“jesse!” she screamed, a huge smile on her features as she ran towards the cars and her boyfriend, jumping onto his arms.

“hi beautiful.” he smiled, giving her a kiss as he held her. you made a gagging sound that made them laugh and pull apart.

“nice to see you too, jesse.” you said as you met up with the two of them. jesse chuckled.

“hey trouble maker, what are you doing here?”

“oh, you know… being a good best friend and all that.” you rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your lips.

“of course.” he hummed, squinting his eyes.

“although i really wanted to see you lose too.” you added and he laughed.

“there it is. i could see it coming.” you winked at him.

“i see you’ve got competition.” you looked around to the cars placed for the race. and you whistled. “a 2015 Lykan HyperSport? that’s gonna be hard to beat.” jesse frowned. “but of course yours is not that bad…” you placed your hand on its surface. “Nissan Skyline GT-R R34… 1999 right?” you inquired and he nodded.

dina seemed just as surprised as him.

“yeah… how do you know all this stuff about cars?” you froze. shit.

“uhh…” you shrugged. “my father. he’s a fanatic.” you quickly spurted out, and the two of them nodded, letting it slide. ‘cause they couldn’t think anything else about it, of course. you were no longer in LA, you were safe.

you sighed. almost fucked it up.

“hey, jess!” the three of you turned around at the sound of a low and sultry voice. your eyes met a pair of evergreen ones, silky auburn hair —tied half and half on a messy bun— and freckled cheeks. she was seating on the hood of her car, girls with tiny skirts and exposed cleavages surrounding her. her legs were spread, a black tank top hugging her chest and toned abdomen, leaving her strong arms exposed.

she was hot. really hot.

“yo williams.” jesse smirked. “ready to eat dirt?” she scoffed, showing off a confident smirk.

“you talk too much for someone who hasn’t beaten me once.” people around you hollered.

“and you talk too much to have that shit of a car.” you huff, and she arched her eyebrows. “Subaru WRX. year 2008.” you pointed out, your heels clicking as you got closer. “i’m sorry for your wallet. the engine and drivetrain must have given you a lot of problems.” you saw the way her jaw ticked and you smiled. “uuuh, seems like a touched a tender spot, didn’t i? i mean subarus are impressive. but not even an STI? come on. you hurt me.” you pouted and she chuckled.

“well, look at that. here i thought your pretty face would be the most interesting thing about you. but you’ve got brains.” she said, jumping off of the hood of her car, getting closer to you as she eyed you up and down.

“not like your kitties here.” you nodded at the girls and they all stared dirtily at you, what made you smirk.

“careful doll, they might scratch you all up.” she warned, playfully, so close to you you could smell her perfume. “and we wouldn’t want that beautiful face of yours to go to waste, do we?” you smirked.

“i would like to see them try.” you muttered, leaning until your faces were mere inches away. she pursed her lips and took a look at you, at your exposed legs and cleavage, beautiful hair and glossy red lips. you had gone for a simple tight tube leather dress that pushed up your tits a little bit too well, and a pair of red thin high heels. a red pendant hanging from your necklace.

“see something you like, ‘williams’?” you inquired, sultry, teasingly and she smirked.

“maybe.” she tilted her head slightly backwards. “what about you? you see something you like?”

“i do…” you nodded, droopy eyes on her own green ones and she smiled. “your car.” she let out a sarcastic laughter, shaking her head.

“but weren’t you just saying how much of a shit it was?” she inquired, eyebrows arched in disbelief.

“now it is. it won’t be once i’ve got my hands on it and touch her all up.” you said as you stared at the cherry red car. the people surrounding you let out ‘uuu’s that made you smile. “you know… a short throw shifter, maybe a new intercoolers…”

“and how are you gonna do that, princess?”

“with a race.” the crowd roared and your friends frowned. dina approached you.

“are you crazy?! do you even know how to race?” you looked at her, and took one of her hands.

“dina… i’ll explain later, okay? but now i need you to trust me on this one, alright?” jesse and dina looked at you, into your eyes, and saw your determination. silently, he handed you his keys.

“if you’re gonna race, you’ll need a car.” you looked at him, and he smiled. you returned it, taking the keys. “if you lose i’ll kill you.” he warned though, and you laughed.

“i never lose.” you promised.

“what do i win if you do?” ellie stepped into the conversation, eyebrows raised. “need to hook me in, gorgeous, i’m betting my car after all.”

“i’ll tell you what.” you smirked, turning towards her. “since it’s not gonna happen. i’ll bet you anything you want.”

“anything i want?” she inquired and you nodded. “don’t pull back later on your promise, princess.”

“i won’t.”

-

you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, the tingling of your hands. you pressed on the gas, hearing the engine roar, and your heart stammered. shit. it’s been so long.

you had promised yourself you wouldn’t do it ever again. but how could you get away from all of this? from the only thing that made you feel something? that made you weak on your knees and your heart race? it was like a drug. every time you took it you’d find yourself begging for more. you needed it on your system.

you had learned how to race since a very early age, even before you had enough age to get your license —yeah, you got in trouble with the police more than once, but they could never catch you—. and even if you loved it, you’d left it all after your best friend had died while racing, in the hands of a crazy dick who made him crash against a building, making the NOS tanks blow up and burning him alive.

you still could remember your screams, how your friends had grabbed at you so you wouldn’t get closer. ‘let me go! let me fucking go!’

you’d watched the only person that got you and unconditionally loved you die in front of your eyes.

after that you’d used the millions of dollars your family name had to drown your sorrows in alcohol and drugs, getting away from the city that had taken away your everything from you and building a brand new life where nobody could know you.

you’d been hard to get to know, always having everybody at an arm’s length until dina had come along, with her stupid smile and warm personality bringing you back to life. you’d forever be grateful to and for her. but her past was something you’d never talked about, and she didn’t want to force you into it.

“i see you shaking there, princess. scared?” williams screams from her car, who just had positioned itself to your right. you scoffed.

“oh yeah, terrified.” you sarcastically said, and she smirked.

“don’t worry babe, you can always sit on my lap later, i have something that will calm you down.” she winked and you rolled your eyes.

“no thank you, once i’m done i’ll be sitting on your car and driving back to my house.” you winked back, and she chuckled, mouthing something to herself that you couldn’t figure out.

“you guys readyyyyyy?!” a girl in a mini skirt came in between the two cars, a gun in hand. the audience roared, and so did your car. there were phones everywhere, recording the impending race —and your victory—.

you bit down on your lip. you were gonna make win that pretty girl, in heels.

“set!” another girl to your right yelled, and your engine roared again, the tires burning.

“ready!” another to your left, one more roar.

“go!” the girl with the gun shot up to the sky, and before you knew you were flying. the world stopped. there was no future. no past. just the present. just that moment.

ellie took the lead, and she smirked to herself, looking at your car through her mirrors. but she just had to take her eyes away from you for two seconds to lose you. “what the-“

she took the curve, and with a honk, you drifted right beside her, in a swift motion getting in front of her backwards to the road, facing her car. you smiled at her, and send her a kiss with one of your hands before harshly spinning the wheel and drifting once again to face forwards, using the NOS to catapult yourself through the asphalt. you relished on the shock of her face. god you could never get used to it. it never got old.

ellie cursed, following right behind you, adrenaline pumping through her body.

“i’ve finally got you.” she smiled, changing gears and speeding up. another closed curve came into your view and you sped up, in a quick movement changing gears and pulling on the break as you harshly manhandled the steering wheel. you could almost see everything on slow motion, the people outside of the car roaring as you perfectly drifted in an U shape.

you screamed, euphoria in the pit of your stomach. ellie used the inertia to pull up by your side, lowering her window. you did the same. you two were on the final straight line. “you ready to lose princess?” she inquired, and you scoffed.

“catch me if you can, williams!” you screamed, and changed gears before pressing the gas. you press the NOS button, the strength making your back press tightly against your sit. you flew through the straight line, ellie copying you and keeping up with you. you could see the finish line getting closer and closer, and the speedometer getting higher.

you knew you couldn’t over do it, the crowd was waiting for the winner there, you couldn’t hurt them, you wouldn’t.

100mph, 125mph, 150mph, 165mph.

“3…2…1…” and just as you crossed the finish line, mere inches ahead from ellie, you harshly rotated the wheel, drifting as you stepped and pulled on both breaks, the tires burning against the asphalt and leaving marks as you finally stopped the car. the crowd roared and quickly approached you. dina and jesse were hollering.

you stepped out of the car with a smile on your face, your best friend jumping to hug you and jump into your arms, making you laugh.

“what?! i mean- what?!? that was amazing!!! since when could you race?!!?? oh my god!!!” you chuckled, trying to calm her down.

“i’ll tell you everything about it later, alright?” she nodded. jesse tried to say something but he was out of words. “it’s okay big boy, don’t waste your breath.” you tapped her shoulder, and he scoffed. “and now…” you turned around, watching ellie as she stepped out of her car. “i’ll be taking my prize.” you smirked, spreading out your arm and showing her your palm. she tilted her head to the side, a playful smile playing on her lips.

“sure. but first aren’t you going to introduce yourself for me, princess?” she inquired. “or should i do it… viper?” your blood froze, as well as the whole crowd. ellie smirked. “you really thought i wouldn’t recognize those drifts?” you quickly got closer to her, your breaths mingling.

those surrounding you started mumbling. your breath was shaky and your body, still filled with adrenaline, slowly filled with anxiety and bad memories.

“viper the street racer?”

“no way!”

“she disappeared years ago, is it really her?”

“i would shut up if i were you.” you hissed, and she leaned in, the smirk on her lips growing. your lips were almost brushing, and with the hand in which she had her keys, she cupped your chin.

“why don’t you make me?”

you needed to get out of here.

why… why now? why after all this years was your past catching up to you?

you quickly took her —your— keys, watching her smile as you got into your new car and started it. the crowd was unraveling and you knew soon they’d start either jumping at you or taking pictures to expose you.

“see you soon, princess!” she screamed as you drove out of there, groaning at the buzzing of your phone. “i caught you.”

-

a/n; ty’all for 7k! i’m so happy that such a large number of people enjoys my work :(🎀 i love u!! also hope you liked this fic! would you like a part 2? let me know!

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Misery Reigns My Lonely Neon Nights

old man!logan x younger fem!reader

summary: logan should've said no. should've just drove the pretty waitress home. that's his job. hers is to serve his cup of coffee to the brim. so why is he riding you to his house?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (cause we have a small daddy kink going on here.. hence the blog name BUT I DO HAVE A GOOD DAD), smut, this reeks of corruption kink for no reason other than me being a virgin whore, like he gets stalker-ish for a second but its logan howlett so we forgive him<3 ya está viejito, brief mention of suicide, sub logan edging on praising kink (if u squint), no protection but u gotta put the hat on the cowboy to ride the horse alr, riding, breeding kink??? angst (the depressing vibes are there cause they follow my writing like a shadow ijbol)

word count: 6,102 words (at the v crack of dawn.. i think i've gone insane FR it's 02:07 am and my brain its eating itself like im gonna start seeing logan in the corner of my room)

side note: newbie here after reading so many fanfics on tumblr but never publishing my own!! its hugh's birthday (well, its past midnight so no more but still!!! it was a couple hours ago) so i figured i should give it a try today cause that man does things to me ESPECIALLY as old man logan i can't lie and say the thought of him fucking me good and slow hasn't crossed my mind too many times 😩 we love sad hot old people in here so naturally my inaguration fic had to be done by him. also, i'm tired of scrapping for votes, comments, and interactions on wattpad so please treat me well during our first:// it's me moving to tumblr it's me hi i'm the problem it's me. i'm a feedback whore so pls leave tons of those!! also, english isn't my first language so if i make a grammar mistake pls do not tell me bc i have no respect for this language ―it just makes me cringe less to write smut on a language that isn't mine lol<3 but if there's any other mistake yes pls do tell me thank u OKAY BYE i needa quit yapping ENJOY dilf town<3

So it started something like this.

It was another simple nightshift for Logan. The weather humid, uncomfortably sticking the fabric of his white button shirt onto his skin. Even with the windows down. Those nights that the driving dragged on for long, like those cigarettes that now made him cough more than relax. The roads felt too long; his eyes too heavy.

Nothing new. Just about what to expect: money short, clients and traffic equally annoying. But that was the problem; nothing was new anymore.

He'd just finish dropping a customer close by, and since the tiring feeling didn't seem to leave his body just yet, a coffee wouldn't hurt. As a matter of fact, the need for a boost to make it home makes him get out of the car and limp his way into the first place his tired vision sees.

The rim of his recently adquired reading glasses slips as he climbs the stairs into the decades old diner, the decoration outdated. He understands; he feels the same way.

Neon lights flash his face when he enters the place and sits in the farthest booth he can find. The air is impregnated in grease and cheap coffee, but he waits at least fifty minutes to order, giving his body some time to rest. In the meanwhile, he tries to distract himself with the newspaper resting on the table, but God knows his eyes are too tired and his mind drifts every two words.

He hopes he doesn't get kicked out, judging from the attentive look he's receiving by a waitress resting on the bar. She looks as bored and tired as he does.

Maybe that's why he chooses her, raising his hand with order in mind. A black coffee. The waitress slides from her position and takes some steps to where he sits.

Her voice is sweet when she introduces herself, and Logan finds himself asking her again what her name is, pretending he's half deaf just to listen to it again.

"It's y/n" you repeat, oh so sickeningly sweet, he might have to skip on asking for sugar.

"Y/n" he savours the name on his lips, trying the tender sound, his eyes darting to the name tag, like he's confirming it. Testing to see if the young woman in front of him is real. Maybe his eyes linger a little too long, and the tip of your ears start to heat. Its the way he examines every feature on your face, like memorizing it in a sense, that makes you squirm. But maybe, just maybe, it's the small―brief, peak he gives to your exposed cleavage, pushing itself against the tight fabric of your uniform what truly gets your heart beating fast.

He looks like what your parents would warn you to stay away and your friends would talk behind your back. Rugged in a way that screams heartbreak, rough around edges your kind nature wishes to soften. It's unresonable to feel this way about a client you just met, but his aloof demeanor peaks your interest, so different from your usual costumers and familiar faces that pop up at the diner.

"Can I order you, darling?" his voice comes out deep, almost passing as a grunt. Just what you imagined it to sound. Why he's acting as his past self so effortlessly, after closing himself off to the point of going by entire days without talking more than three words, is concerning. Why the cute waitress who looks at him with doe eyes, expectant to take his order, is making him break the promise he made to himself not to get attached again―just live by enough to make it to the sea and put a bullet in his head.

"Well, that's just about my job" you joke, feeling confident for no reason. "But you can't order me".

"A damn shame" he chuckles, the sound deep, rumbling on his chest. It's been so long since he's laughed like that: carefree, without that pressing weight on his chest, that despite the sinking notion, sometimes feels more like a hole carved where his heart is supposed to be.

"So..." you trail off, unsure where to proceed after that sound that jolted your entire system awake, "what will you take?"

The banter dies, and Logan is dissapointed when she scribbles the dark coffee on her pretty round letter and walks away. He doesn't miss the sway of her hips, and almost calls her back just to hear her voice again. But he stops himself, because it's getting pathetic.

When she returns with her order, he almost regrets the comeback of his enhaced senses, her honeyed perfume mixed with the bitter smell of the freshly brewed coffee, creating an intoxicating mix.

His lips burn when he sips it, but that doesn't stop him from emptying the cup. Again. And again. All in the name for asking for more coffee, a magnetic force pulling him to the ground, making him forget he's a 200 and something year old man begging like a starved man for at least a fraction of her attention. He feels unworthy of your warmth.

He feigns interest on the newspaper when you return again (he's been stuck on the same paragraph ever since he sat down), the pot in your hands. If you've noticed he's emptied the cups faster than a normal person, you don't ask questions. He's thankful, but can see the amusement and confusion laced across your pretty face.

"More?" you ask, but it's unnecesary. He only nods, and you miss the chatter.

The closeness it's a challenge itself, the uniform's neckline practically shoved down his nose while she fills the cup to the brim. He hears his own heartbeat, the sound averting his attention from another "brief" glance at the cleavage. Is it intentional? Is your goodwill and act? Are you this cruel, playing with an old touch starved man like that?

God knows it's been long since he's had a helping hand during his relief hours.

He can't help it; he's a man, after all. So he seizes the moment and steals a glance. But his eyes meet yours, the wary green clashing with the cozy chocolate. There's warmth on your eyes, and he's looking at your tits like an animal. He pulls away, ashamed. The shirt feels a bit suffocating, and there's sweat on his forehead again. Great, you'll think he's a perv.

"Excuse me" you say, leaving his table. Logan is afraid of having fucked it up for thinking with this dick and not with his head. You were messing too much with his head, and now he'll pay the price. Fair, he thinks, for a perverted old man trying to woo a girl younger and far more innocent than him.

There's benevolance on her smile and blood on his hands.

The whole situation is stupid.

But then he's thinking of excuses (like saying it's his failing eyesight's fault) and something close to an apology, as if he cares a little too much about what you think. And then you come back.

"I forgot to bring you a napkin" she lies, leaving the piece of paper in the middle of the table. You laugh, and Logan let's you because 1. He deserves it, and 2. It's a sound as saccharine as the smell the freshly heated pies emit on the table across him.

You leave before he can even open his mouth, so all he's left with is the napkin that seems to have something written on it. Pervert, he reads, on the same calligraphy you scribbled on your bloc. He can't help but laugh, even with your watchful look on him.

That's how it continued.

Even if he had other rides and more energy to drive, he kept coming to the decaying diner just to see you. Almost as if he was forgetting his desperate need for the money, the boat goal further and further.

"You've forgotten about me" complained Charles, although his tone lacked of bite. "But I'm not mad that you've had".

He'd go on, rambling about living life but Logan just laughed. Yet, maybe he was right. Didn't even need his powers to know it.

Now, you? you simply couldn't get enough of your favorite costumer. Of his late stays until you closed, sometimes not muttering more than necessary, yet his company, even if curt, proved to be what you needed to make it through work, giving you a legitimate reason to yearn the before tedious night shifts.

Despite this two month weird relationship, Logan is as a stranger to you as he was the first day, no matter how many times you've tried to get him to talk. In the end, all your conversation efforts feel more of a monologue than a chat.

He knows about your mom and your dad, one strict the other dead. He knows most of your friends names, what you're studying and what you wanted to. Your dreams and your hopes, your aspirations, failures, and some other things you'd never say to anyone else out loud. All and nothing. And he listens, sometimes asking questions, but never about himself. He never takes the lead.

So frustration from the Logan enigma pours into you, the puzzle pieces layed out over your mind, consuming your thoughts. So now you're stubbornly cleaning the same grease spot on a table you've already wipped before, and that, coincidentally, it's the booth in front of Logan, the permanent resident of your head during these past weeks. You might as well make him start paying rent by now, his power and hold over you ridiculous.

"It's not going anywhere. Take it easy" he mocks you.

There's a bit of annoyance when you reply back, although it's mostly superficial. "Don't know what you're talking about" comes out your dry response, earning a low chuckle from him.

"How about you sit for a moment?" he offers, ignoring your apathy. "You're almost done cleaning up".

If his ever changing attitude isn't enough, closing this night's shift is as tiring.

Logan doesn't expect you to obey, but now you're sitting across from him, and a voice in his head says you maybe feel sorry for this lunatic old man.

You're so close, he can see the eye bags and sorrow you are far tired to try to hide.

"I have to finish cleaning" you explain, "we're about to close".

He doesn't know why he says it, or what takes over him when he says:

"I could wait for you"

He surprises himself and surprises you too.

"No need" you assure, and why does he feel so dissapointed. It's stupid. "My friend picks me up".

Ah, yes. The friend with the perfect stupid smile that picks you up every night. Not like he parks his car until you leave and sees the scene unfold each time, his white knuckle grip on the wheel a bit too much when the young boy opens up your door. Makes him see red, knowing he's your age and maybe the breathe of fresh air you need. Not a man far older, who bears too many sins and scars in and out.

"I see" he says after some minutes in silence, retracting his impulsiveness. "I'm sorry if I made you-"

"No!" you clarify hastily, "it doesn't bother me".

He smiles unconsciously in relief.

"Well, me neither. I insist. If you change your mind" he's practically begging, despite his monotone tone.

But you don't.

The place closes and Logan is forced to get in the car. He lights a cigarette, in no hurry to return home. The lighter lights up while the diner's light goes off. You and your boss come out, biding each other goodbye. She leaves and you're is left alone, hugging your body in the early morning cold. 

He sees you wearing particular clothes, for the first time. He takes a slow drag on his cigarette, eyes running up and down your bare legs, the fragile fabric of the skirt fluttering in the wind. He exhales, watching as you dials your phone several times, getting no response, obviously frustrated.

He mutters something under his breath, and maybe there is a God after all. He starts the car, approaching her, who has already noticed it, probably because of the noise of the engine.

She looks scared, but Logan rolls down the window so she can see it's him.

"Need'a ride?"

Just by his reverberant sound you could accept. But you try to play cool for a while, despite your aching bones and need to get home.

"He doesn't answer" he was right, "my friend".

I know, he wishes to say, but he's the same hot headed asshole who walked through the doors of the X mansion for the first time, so his tone will be laced with irony. He doesn't want you to see him as an intense hot blooded mouth.

I could take you. His head pounds but he shuts the emotions down.

He shoves the knot on his throat down and asks as casually as possible, "do you live close?"

"Just around the corner" you answer. A beat, your frame bending so he can see your face from the driver's sit, the cleavage saying hello again. How considerate of you. "Do you really want to do this?"

Do you really want to do this?

The question rings on his ears. It holds more than just the favor. Logan knows they have a certain tension between them that he no longer wants to ignore. For the first time it seems to be reciprocated; palpable, and he is surprised to hear his heart beating loudly, so accustomed to hearing others' with his sharp senses, constantly forgetting what his own sounds like. Yours also beats erratically, despite your calm composure.

You arch an eyebrow, amused. "I can't believe you waited for me. Your family must be worried."

Logan realizes you're trying to test waters. So he raises his hand discreetly and places it on the door, so you can see the lack of a ring. As expected, your eyes travel to his free finger, and he can swear he sees you breathe with relief, which is funny, because in case you hadn't picked up until now, Logan is very much fucking alone.

"In case you changed your mind," he answers. "I have nowhere else to be."

That is enough of an invitation for you to get in the car.

"I was going to open that door for you" he protests.

You only laugh as you buckle the seatbelt. "It's not that big of a deal, really. You've already done enough for me by doing me the favor".

"It's not that big of a deal" he repeats your words, "as long as I'm of help, that's enough for me".

He smiles wistfully, remembering better times. A part of him still aspires to be that hero everyone loved and remembered, something that clearly doesn't happen anymore (or if it does, it's rare), given the lack of recognition of his former identity in El Paso. He shakes his head, focusing back on the street in front of him. It's too late to get fucking sentimental.

"I like to help too…" you confess, meekly. Logan sighs, how could he not know? "My father used to say that I had the kindest heart he'd ever met. I hope it stays that way, and that when he looks down on me, he's proud".

It hurts Logan to see you be so hard on yourself, as if he didn't do the same.

"I bet all the customers in the place would say you're the sweetest thing they've met", he sees you smile from the corner of his eye, and can't help but emulate it. "Believe me, you're their favorite".

"Thank you, Logan" you say sincerely. However, the affliction that he hates to see crosses your face. So gloomy that you don't even seem the same person.

You wipe away an unexpected tear, but Howlett is faster and notices. You turn around, looking towards the window. Then, you catch a glimpse of his license.

"So… you're a driver" you try to break the silence that Logan has put without knowing why. Maybe to give you some space after being sentimental and opening up again to this closed off wall name Logan, but he knows it's a lie. He's scared. After wanting so much to be closer to you, he cowers, not trusting himself and what he would do trapped in a small space with such an attractive woman. Besides, the tension from the previous conversation was still there.

"You judging me now, honey?" the pet name rolls off his tongue before he catches it. He tries to play it cool, continuing the banter, carrying the same tone. "The only thing necessary to make you trust me was to give you a free ride?

"I'm in your car, Logan. I got in without thinking" you laugh. "I believe that's enough trust"

"Then, I'll keep doing you favors. Maybe if I do…" he trails off.

Your voice drops an octave, provocative. "Maybe what?"

His knuckles grip the steering wheel until they turn white.

"Maybe…" he hesitates, "maybe…"

"It's here" you point out. Shit, Logan curses, braking abruptly without meaning to.

"See you tomorrow" you bid as a goodbye, getting out of the car. Logan misses your smell.

So he sticks his head out the window, like a begging dog.

"How about now?" he says a bit forcefully.

Your face shows surprise and something else.

"You're getting attached" you reply, and he doesn't know why there seems to be sadness in your voice.

"I just keep coming back for the coffee" he defends himself.

You laugh, shaking your head "Now, then. For the coffee, clearly."

"I can leave" he says. Yet, makes no move to leave.

You sigh, giving him one last look. Surrender, he reads.

"You're a driver, right?" he nods, taking in every word coming of your pink plush lips. "Then let's drive off. Anywhere" your voice trails off, and you're just so tired of everything, you'll just let go yourself with the flow. "I'll go wherever you go..."

And this is how it ends.

When you wake up, it's almost dawn.

Logan had suggested you to sleep, claming the road where he was taking you to be long. He had covered you with his jacket, even if your body was burning from nerves.

Why had you agreed? Your mom would probably smack your head in search for some sense, and your reckless friends would encourage you to do it for the sake of a story. But something about Logan makes you feel safe, despite not knowing anything from him. It's sort of a sense of protection―like he would never hurt you, that envelops him. Everyone else would call you crazy; only you can understand that.

When your eyes adjust to the light, you realize you're in a line of cars.

"Did you bring me to the border?" you exclaim groggily, still in a sleepy voice.

"Good morning" he answers instead.

You rub yoou eyes, settling into the passenger seat.

"You're not going to kidnap me, right?" you question, half joking half serious.

Logan laughs, "Not only that. I'm also going to throw your body in a mass grave"

"It's not funny," you pout, although you're laughing too.

Once you've crossed the border, Logan drives a few more minutes, until he reaches a restricted area.

“I live here” he answers before you can ask, “saves rent and questions”

After opening the locks, you can better appreciate the place. Well, appreciate may not be the right word.

“It's an abandoned smelting plant” you voice out loud.

Logan just nods. You realize that he didn't like the comment, so you try not to talk about it anymore.

“Come” he gets out of the car, going to open your door. He offers you a hand, and you fail to hide your smile.

“You didn't miss this time, huh? Quite a gentleman” you praise. Then, add jokingly, “if you choose to kill me, at least I'll die taken care of".

“Stop talking nonsense and go inside” he scolds but smiles.

Inside, the abandoned plant is exactly what you expected.

"We're alone" Logan says, after leaving to check. He opens the door to his room, letting you in. There's not much inside, just a bed and scattered things. A yellowish light begins to filter through the broken glass. "I'mma change. Be right back".

You begin to explore your surroundings, to avoid thinking about the impact of the situation. Two things could happen: leave or stay. Maybe everything was going too fast, but you prided yourself on your spontaneity, often confused with impulsiveness. Others would say it was your naive nature: too innocent for your own good.

What had led you to accept without further ado? Was trust enough, that you had even fallen asleep in his car?

"S'rry for the wait"

You notice that Logan's gotten rid of his formal attire, leaving him in just slacks and an old white tank top. His muscles flex with every movement, making you swallow involuntarily. He still retains his extraordinary physique, despite his greying hair. She can't help but stare at the scars that cover his exposed skin, her fingers itching to trace them.

"Haven't they told ya' t's rude to stare?"

You look away, embarrassed. Logan walks over to the bed, bumping into you in the process, bodies barely touching. Still, an electric shock runs through you. You hug yourself, scared, aware of the effect he has on you.

"Logan" she dares to ask, "what are we doing?"

He finally looks at you. You feel naked under his intense gaze.

"What do you want us to do?"

His voice comes out low, like a growl. You stand in place stiff, unable to form a word.

"Come on, honey", the nickname comes out of his lips so easily, it hurts. "Are ya losing your voice now? Got into my car a while ago without thinkin', what's changed?"

You slowly approach Logan, each stride calculated. He watches you in silence, a silence as hostile as the wind hitting the broken windows, watching you remove your clothes, until all that's left is your bra and that skimpy skirt, as if you knew he liked it.

"Logan…" you whisper his name like a prayer, letting yourself fall on his legs. He holds you with his hard calloused fingers, like a promise.

"Use your words, sweet thing" the trepidation condenses between, "we're grown up now, aren't we? Use your words"

Don't let me fall. Don't let me go. Don't leave me.

If by words he meant feeling your lips against his, it's enough to have Logan following his impulses, using his strength to embrace your body until they feel like one, the scars on his hands feeling like your own. Your lips move in sync, and it's almost so casual, so learned, so meant to be, that fear appears in Logan, soon forgotten with the symphony of moans that come from your lips.

"Tell me" he pauses, breaking away from the kiss (something you don't like and express in the form of a pout), "what do you want?"

Logan tastes like cigars and whiskey, a combination you hate and the reason you quit your old job at the bar, but on his lips, it's an intoxicating taste.

"I want you, Logan" you whisper, hot breath against his skin, “you”.

He resumes the kiss, an electric shock of hunger and need between you: lips parted, colliding, teeth almost clashing against each other.

His fingers hesitate with a delicacy that belies his rough touch, the tips of his worn fingers lifting the fragile cloth of your skirt first, revealing soaking wet panties he goes crazy just at the sight of. The smell is sugary, sicklingly, so now he's hard and pulling at the clasp of your bra first, exposing your nipples, which he rolls and pinches mercilessly. A gasp escapes you—then another, and another as Logan pushes his thigh between your legs. The friction is delicious, almost painful against your pulsing center.

His hand firm up his position, securing itself onyour bare legs as you digs her nails into him. His labored moans turn into a guttural growl.

“You think I’m not capable?” he mocks, stealing another moan from her, “that I can’t keep up with you, you pretty young thing?”

You deny it, but Logan takes it upon himself to show you that he can take you like he's in heat, the ghost of his old self taking over in his almost animal way of fucking you, hips arched, muscles flexed and tense, his teeth appearing every time he opens his mouth, reminding you of fangs. They dig into your exposed skin, leaving bruises that will take time to disappear from your shoulders and neck, marking what belongs to him.

The hardness of his skin meets your soft when he grabs you by the waist.

"Look at you" it slips from his tongue, ecstatic. He's a goner, saliva dripping from the messy and sloppy kisses he leaves through your collarbone, "so good and so pure. I bet you're innocent, that you haven't seen what I've seen..."

His pupils darken, a strange mix between torment and desire in his gaze. Hungry and violent.

"Will you let me show you how's a real man s'ppossed to treat a woman?"

He feels shame settle in his belly, the hunger to possess her almost virgin body fueling his dark desire of errasing her sweet smile until she's an unintelligible mess of sobs. To show her what she would complain about, so she'll never slettle for less. So you can feel what it's to be taken care of―handled. And then he'll fill you up with his seed, so no other man will take what's his. His sweet little thing. Oh, he's so going to hell for this.

But maybe he likes pain.

"That's it, honey" he plays with the fabric of your wet panties, pulling at the loose threads in the delicate fabric. "Let me show you".

You take it off, and Logan lies back against the bed, spreading his legs and unbuttoning his belt and pants―a clear invitation to repeat the previous position, except this time, his hands are on top of your hips, squeezing the soft skin. He doesn't take his eyes off you, his gaze reserved only on you. If the adrenaline from before pushed you, now the confidence gained motions you to finish the task. It's just the push you need, remembering that this is what it feels like to be with a real man as you throw a leg over his hips, sitting your ass right on top of the bulge marked on his underwear.

“Right… there…” he barely manages to formulate a coherent train of words, the years of lack of help in attending to his needs leading to overstimulation, “good girl.”

The compliment makes you increase the pace of your hips, his labored breaths a sound so rich and so manly it makes you squirm.

You need it desperately, rubbing your increasingly wet clit against him, riding the fabric. His scruffy beard barely hides the smug smile that graces his lips.

“Like this?” she whispers, and Logan can no longer contain himself, staring at his sweaty, ripped body failing to please her completely. It feels so good it aches, and he can't believe this is how he's ended. But if that means having your pretty face on top of him, covered in his marks, dripping on your joint sweats, well maybe it isn't so bad.

“How can I repay you, honey?” he pleads. He'll try he's best. He just wants to give you a glimpse of the way his whole world has light up ever since he stumbled in that greasy diner.

“You said you were going to show me” it comes out almost as a purr, expectant, “and I’m waiting”.

Logan takes it as his cue, pulling down his underwear until his member is exposed, chuckling darkly when you swallow at the sight.

"Don't tell me you're scared already" he teases, "look how you have me… you can't leave me like this…"

You stifle a scream as you feel every inch of his thick cock enter your sensible walls, trying to fit his member inside of your needy body.

"So tight for me" he stammers, using his hands to keep you in place, on top of him. The only sound in the silence of that place that smells of death is that of their skin colliding―vulgar, the obscenity highlighted by being the only thing that can be heard in the small room.

Even though his stamina has dropped over the years, he thrusts into you relentlessly. Logan fucks you senseless, his balls buried deep in your dripping pussy, a constant rhythm of avid suction with each entry to your walls.

He takes a moment to see you as you take something from the nighstand he doesn't remember putting there.

"Look what I found" you whisper in the middle of your moans. Logan recognizes the shine of metal in front of his eyes, "so Wolverine?"

You say it so easily, like it's not the first time. With acceptance; it scares him.

Do you recognize him? Are you not scared? Why haven't your eyes go from curiosity and kindness to cold and rejection?

He should panic, rip off his dog tags from your hands and pretend he doesn't know who he used to be, but he's so deep inside you and so enraptured, he can only manage to gently take them from between your fingers and put them around your neck, the cold metal against your warm, bare skin creating an electric shock.

"I want to see them on you"

He likes to watch it hang over his face while you're on top, panting heavily as she repeats his name, slurring her words. It dangles with every thrust, the silver glistens in the seeping sun, just like the sweat that adorns her skin.

"Are you that needy of your old man? " he teases, caressing her. He smacks the curve of his ass, “You want more?”

His veiny length makes quick work of your needy hole, more moans escaping your lips.

“Shit,” you curse, wincing at the pain that begins to increase. “Yes, Logan. Just like that. Nobody ever treated me like that, nobody's made me feel like this-”

He moans, pleased with the praise, seeing he isn't as lacking as he thought. Making you feel good is his priority, but he won't lie and say he doesn't want to feel it too.

In an attempt to distract yourself, your eyes try to focus on him: searching his features, memorizing every scar, every wrinkle, every little grey hair.

“You’re perfect, Logan,” you mumble through a moan, the confession hiding more than you want to say and more than he cares to admit.

Before he can process it though, the fire in his stomach signals the arrival of his impending orgasm.

There's something delightful about the way you can barely speak, a mess of moans that sound like his name, eyes half-lidded and lips swollen alongside your messy hair.

He feels almost sick to be consuming something that doesn't and shouldn't belong to him. He doesn't deserve to have such a beautiful, young woman riding him while she clings to him like he's the last thing in this world, him: a worn, old man who can't keep up with her.

His member spasms, and it's got you feeling it all inside your walls, causing him to close his eyes in the process as well.

It's too soon, Logan thinks in shame, but it's been so long and you feels so good, he let's it go:

Thick whips of his cum shoot out of his member, drawing out more than you would've imagined. You don't have much time to think about it, for the orgasm hits you immediately, fingers curling and eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

Logan feels his tip getting wetter, and the extra lubrication is a nice finishing touch.

“God,” he gasps, “what a mess…”

You avoid looking at him, taking one of his hands in yours, kissing the red and violet painted knuckles. If you do, you'll give away what you feel, the same way her memory burns in Logan's chest, more now than ever, as his mouth tastes just like you.

Dependency.

Devotion. Absolute. Sick.

Maybe that was what he felt. This weird feeling. That abyss piercing his chest but never killing him (so much for regenerating...), pressing his heart with a crushing force whenever it threathened to beat again. Logan was content with rather nothing, always a man who didn't ask for much, and since the death of his family―the X-men, less.

"You should go" he mutters in defeat, the shame washing over. Even if he'll miss your warmth, even if he doesn't want you to leave at all. "It's for your own good, y/n. Pretend you don't know me and turn around. Go away" he insists yet gets stuck on his words, "you're not stupid. Then you'll know it's good for you and you'll never speak to me again"

He looks at the ground, cowardly, because he wants your lust filled warm look to be the last memory he remembers. Not whatever look you're giving him now.

So Logan closes his eyes and counts to ten. When he opens them, you'll be gone. It'll be a dream, something too good to be true. Short lived, like every good thing in his life.

"Logan..." you calls his name. So softly it seems like a breath.

You're still here.

"Logan" you call again, more firmly.

"Logan" you don't give up, cupping with one hand his face gently, "look at me".

When he looks up, he comes across a heartbreaking vision. You cry, tears falling like waterfalls down your cheeks. But that's not the most devastating thing, no: it's the look in your eyes, as if you've shared his pain. As if you've had suffered the same things he had suffered; a twisted reflection of him.

"Of course I understand you" you take his hands, and Logan feels that same strange warmth he felt the first time when your hands brushed his with the diner's menu. "I've also lost people… people I loved. Don't you think it hurts me to see the world go on as if nothing happened? Everyone forgets, Logan. But I can't; there's not a day that goes by when I don't think about them"

For a moment, you stop crying, and the hidden internal turmoil he tried so hard to decipher finally makes sense.

"I don't know what you've been through either, but I can promise you, that I understand you more than you think…" it seems like you'll say something else, but you stop and say instead. "Think, Lo: would these people want to see you like this?"

"It's what I deserve" he murmurs barely, his voice constipated but without shedding a single tear.

"It's not what we want, Logan. Please" you sniff, pained "stop being so hard on yourself".

"I'm not who you think I am" he insists. You're still naked on his bed, and he feels dirty for having you like this. For taking you to his home and fucking you raw out of your innocence. "I'm not a good person."

"No, Logan" you seem hurt by that statement. You trace one of his most recent scars with a touch so compassionate, that he feels your fingertips burn, "you are a hero".

Your words were so sweet, so comforting. He wanted to sink into your lap, which smelled like flowers and tasted like safety. A home; a life that had been taken from him. He wanted to believe everything you said―feel who you believed he was. Not this pathetic, tired and apathetic version of himself, but the old version: the version that inspired respect, that despite his tough exterior, had a family he loved. Because he had a heart. Now he feels like he has no soul: no purpose, nothing.

But maybe you are the answer.

Before he can change his mind, you blurt out “can I stay?”

That morning, in that old bed that creaks under his weight, Logan discovers that feeling alive again isn't so bad.

[mysaintkitten]

I just read Between Shoots again and I am on my hands and knees BEGGING for more dumbification😭🙏🏻 (as for who, I’m not super picky lol but preferably Cillian, Tommy, Robert, or Crane <<<3)

dumbification is 100% my weakness thank u for requesting this (& it’s been a little while since i’ve written dumbification so I’m a bit rusty but i would love to start writing it more often!)

Mindless | Robert Fischer x fem!reader

prompt: Robert does not take your teasing lightly lol

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI) dom!robert, degradation, dumbification, size kink if you squint, brief misogyny, creampie

*not proofread*

“Get inside. Now.” Robert snarled as his nails dug into your arm, shoving you inside entrance of your shared penthouse. Your cheeks burned with excitement and anticipation, you knew Robert was going to punish you, but you weren’t sure if this was going to be a punishment or a ‘punishment.’

“Ow, Robert,” you giggle with a small smirk, partially playing it up for your own entertainment , “you’re hurting me.”

After slamming the door shut and locking it, It was clear that Robert was fuming after you interrupted one of his important meetings with a slew of lewd gestures, which started to become dirtier and dirtier as time went on.

First it was a wink, then it was a subtle grope to one of your tits, followed by sucking one of your fingers into your mouth. While eyeing Robert down, you slowly brought the digit between your legs.

It didn’t take long for Robert’s annoyance and arousal to reach its peak, leading him to call off the meeting early.

“All I ask is for you to sit there and look pretty while I work, is that too fucking difficult for you? Huh?” Roberts asking you rhetorically. You bite your lip, you know it isn’t nice to push his buttons, but he’s just so sexy when he’s angry.

“You looked so handsome up there,” you coo while running your hands along the front of his suit jacket, “I couldn’t help myself.”

His eyes are dark, pooling with anger and desire. With a strong hand he grabs your hips and turns you around, promptly forcing the front of your body against the wall, pushing some air out of your lungs in the process.

“Wanna act like a dumb whore? You’re gonna get treated like one,” Robert decided, purring into your ear as he hurriedly unzipped his trousers, pulling up the end of your skirt as soon as his hard cock was free.

You gasp quietly when you feel his hot member pressed against your ass. You sneak a hand behind you and pull your panties to the side, not caring enough to fully discard them.

With a groan, Robert thrusts his full length inside, causing your mouth to fall open with whiney moan. No matter how many times you took him, he still stretched you out like it was your first time. He barely gave you a second to get used to the sensation before he was snapping his hips out and slamming them back in, his pace and depth already being deliciously intoxicating.

“Fu-uck-“ you whine, reaching behind you to grip Robert’s suit jacket. His balls teasing your clit with each thrust, taunting you with the potential friction.

“Is this what you wanted?” Robert growled into your ear, his strong hands gripping your hips painfully tight as he fucked you harshly against the wall. “Pretty little thing just wants to be daddy’s come dump, huh?”

Your eyes rolled back and you mewled in response, your back involuntarily arching towards him while standing on your tiptoes. The sensation of him forcing his thick cock inside you left you speechless and you could feel your brain becoming cloudier.

“What a filthy whore,” He teased, nipping at the shell of your ear and sending a chill down your spine, “disrupts my important meetings just so I’ll pay attention to her needy fuckin’ cunt.”

You swallowed and huffed out a shaky breath, your body becoming far too overwhelmed with the pleasure that robert was giving to you. He dips his head down to watch his cock slam into you, and to see your ass recoil with each hypnotic thrust.

“F-fuck,” you pant again while your legs shake and nearly give out from beneath you. As Robert’s pounding into you, your feet are barely on the ground, he’s holding your hips up and slamming into you like you’re nothing more than a warm hole for him to use.

Robert laughed weakly, he can see every single rational thought slip out of your head as he pounds into you, he’ll never get sick of watching you get cock drunk. You choke out a moan, twitching as your core clenches around him.

“Hm,” Robert hums as he snakes a hand down the front of your body, gently circling your clit with the tip of his middle finger while his member tears into you. “So well behaved once she’s got a cock in her, you like being treated like a dumb little toy, baby?”

The degradation made your stomach burn with an added layer of eroticism, a needy whimper falling from your lips as your pussy got wetter around him. All that could be heard around you was panting and skin slapping skin, mixed in with some filthy little comments.

Robert moaned when he felt you get slicker around him, unintentionally showing him how much you liked this rough and demeaning treatment. You felt the knot in your stomach begin to wind up tighter and tighter and you knew it won’t take much more to push you over.

You try to respond to his comments, only for a few incoherent babbles to come out. Robert only clicks his tongue at your attempts, poorly feigning sympathy.

He holds his hips still, forcing his entire length painfully deep inside you. It’s nearly too much, but addictive fullness of his cock leaves you needing more.

“Look at that,” he cooes, roughly grabbing your cheeks and cranking your neck to get a better look at your face while still rubbing your clit. His dick twitches at your smeared lipstick and smudged mascara, he’s always thought you looked prettier like that anyway. “Ruined by my cock already, poor thing can barely think. ‘S alright, baby, you don’t gotta think. Daddy knows best, right?”

You swallow harshly before whimpering, “y-yes mmh …”followed by a few curses and pants, Robert slowly begins to thrust himself in and out again.

“That’s right, daddy knows you’ve got no thoughts in that pretty head, all you care about is getting this wet little pussy stuffed. Don’t care how, or when, just need to be full, don’t you?”

You nod as best you can while he’s still grabbing your cheeks, his other hand sliding up from your clit back to your hip. He releases his grip on your cheeks and smacks your ass, your brain and body turning into putty all for him. He owns you entirely, mind, body, and soul. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I bet you’d let me use you in front of my colleagues,” Robert hissed, the thought of ruining you in front of his peers brought him closer to his already approaching orgasm. “Bend you over the table, show them what a brainless little cockslut you are. Maybe I’d even let them take turns on you, would you do that for me baby? Let them use whichever holes they’d like?”

You knew this was purely hypothetical, Robert was far too possessive to let anyone else actually touch you. But the idea still got you hot, being passed around like a cheap whore all for Robert’s enjoyment.

“Y-yes, yes!” You cry out as you arch your back again, you and him both know that you’re mere moments away from your orgasm. He laughs thinly, he knew you got off on this but he didn’t know it was to this degree.

“That’s what I love about you, sweetheart. Pretty face ‘n pretty pussy, no fuckin’ brain. How all good girls should be.”

That was all it took, a bit of praise sprinkled in a mix of ignominy. With a broken sob, you came for him, your wetness spilling down onto his balls and undoubtedly staining the expensive material of his trousers. He groans out a few praises while thrusting into you, his own climax trailing close behind.

“Thats it, baby, fuck-“ Robert groans as he tips his head back and screws his eyes shut, your pulsing core just begging him for his come. With a few more pumps, he’s spilling into you, huffing and growling as your velvety walls milk him dry.

Once he starts to go soft, he begins to pull himself out, you wince quietly and Robert shushes you before spreading your lips apart with his fingers. With attentive eyes he watches your ruined hole drool and clench around nothing.

He brings his eyes back up to your face and sees your reaction as he smacks your ass, “next time you pull some shit like that during a meeting, I’m fucking you right then and there, got it?”

Through heavy lids, you smile back at him before nodding weakly, already getting ideas for what you’ll do at his next meeting.

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sorry this isn’t very long </3 i really reaaaaally want to get back into writing, i think i’m going to write something a bit fluffy/angsty next. we’ll see!

[b1mbodoll]

okay so, back on my hanbin stuff because he is so boyf.... I am vv lazy and vv sleepy so I often think about cockwarming, especially about cockwarming hanbin. pls think with me, just sitting on his lap with his cock inside you, all drolly and sleepy resting your head on his shoulder while he works, and he is rubbing circles in your back and whispering praises in your ear that your doing so well for him and taking him so well, being such a good girl :( you fall asleep midway and wake up to him fucking you very lightly, when he notices you're awake he just goes "slept well, doll?" and starts fucking you harder and you just start seeing starts because he hits all your spots so good :'( the hanbin brain rot is real and I am suffering from it severely these past few days.

🪱💤 haha get it? sleepy worm cause I'm sleepy... ill see myself out sorry

pairings: sung hanbin x f! reader

warnings: cockwarming + somnophilia + praise + breeding + creampies + pregnancy ment + daddy kink + spit

💌: my wormie baby im so sorry for the wait but i hope u like this <33 thank u for sending this in i adore u mwah ♥︎

hanbin knows you’re addicted to bein’ stuffed full :( he knows your dumb lil brain cant think of anything other than when he’s gna breed ur lil cunt n he thinks its so cute bc youre so obsessed with him <3 you always take everything he gives you like a good lil girl ‘nd what kind of daddy would he be if he didnt satisfy your needs 🥺 that’s why he decides to fuck you til you pass out n keeps you impaled on his cock even as you sleep, your unconscious body twitching every now and then when his cockhead prods at your cervix.

you wake up to hanbin still buried deep inside your cunt n it makes you whine 🥺 globs of cum making a mess where his dick met your hole. “binnie?” you whisper, mindlessly grinding your hips, trying to pleasure yourself by using your sleeping boyfriend.

you attempt to shake him awake before whispering harshly, “daddy, wake up! please wake up, need to feel you cum in me again, pretty please.”

hanbin stirs at your whiny voice, his heart clenching because of your pitiful tone. “‘s okay pretty baby, ‘m here, daddy’s here. i’ll fill you up again don’t worry, jus’ settle down for me, doll.” he presses a loving kiss to your nape, biting softly when he pulls away.

a content sigh escapes you as your daddy begins to quicken his thrusts, grunting in your ear as attemps to help you reach your orgasm and selfishly chases his own, cock throbbing inside of you.

“always such a good little girl for daddy, love you so much.” hanbin’s voice is laced with affection and it makes your heart melt, feeling butterflies in your tummy as you grow shy. “doin’ so well, ‘m gonna cum, princess. daddy’s gonna knock you up n keep you nice n bred, jus’ how you like it.”

his dick turns you into a dumb drooly mess, spit leaking down your chin as white hot pleasure overcomes you, eyes crossing and your cunt spasming when you cum. the vice grip your cunt has on hanbin’s length draws every drop of semen from him, white ropes spraying deep inside your hole, flooding your womb and making you mewl pathetically.

[shadowkoo]

raven's tumblr wrapped 2024

As the year draws to a close, I want to take a moment to thank every single one of my followers, readers, and friends. Your kindness and support have meant the world to me and without you, I likely would have stayed on hiatus throughout the entire year. But when I returned in September, you welcomed me back with open arms and reminded me why I love writing and sharing my work.

You’ve all helped to reignite the writing spark in me, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful. I’m so excited to see what 2025 has in store for all of us. Thank you for being a part of my journey—you’ve made it so much brighter 💚

⋆˙⟡ 2024 fic stats ⟡˙⋆

number of fics posted: 6

number of fics in progress: 53 (i have a serious problem...i knowwww)

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almost home - first place, 1091 notes

posted: sept. 22

pairing: wooyoung x f.reader (ateez)

readers screaming

↳ #I SWEAR THIS GOT ME RUBBING MY THIGHS IN DESPERATION #FFFFUUUUCKINGGG HELK THIS IS GOOD - @jwymybelovedhusband-reblogs ↳ #PLS #I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD WRITE THIS #i was looking at those jeep pics like sirrrrrr #thank u for putting those pics together also bc i’m going feral - @starhwas-bunny ↳ #stop bc i love thinking abt being passenger princess for anyone in ateez - @cromerhearts

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oh brother - second place, 978 notes

posted: sept. 9

pairing: jungkook x f.reader (bts)

readers screaming

↳ "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME RAVEN!!!?? i was minding my own business and this pops up on my dash. this was hot, intense, thrilling!!! the bathroom scene... MY HEART DROPPED!!! i cannot wait for pt2! this was sooo good!!" - @aaagustd ↳ "i'm not saying raven has written the best thing in the world, but she did. SHE DID SO WELL!!!" - @ficskhoeloves ↳ #gaaaaaaah #i love this #dfkjsgh #this scratches the itch in my brain #i have been on a brain rot for this man #it's unbearable #this was so cool - @hannieween

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kingdom cum - third place, 657 notes

posted: sept. 18

pairing: mingi x f.reader x hongjoong (ateez)

readers screaming

↳ "RAVEN!!!!!!!! WTF???!!! WHAT WEDDING??? IT'S FUCKING CANCELED! I NEED THESE TWO, IN THIS WAY, EVERY NIGHT!!!! THIIIISSSSS WASSSSSS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!!!! I HAD TO READ IT TWICE! IDK WHAT TO EVEN DO WITH MYSELF RN!!! THEY WERE TOO FUCKING COCKY BUT SOOO SEXY!!!! YOU FED US WITH THIS I SWEAR!! I AM FILLED TO CAPACITY!! (no pun intended... or maybe it was) AHHHHHH!!! I CANNOT STOP SCREAMING OVER THESE TWO!!!!" & #i'm drooling rn #raven strikes again!! #don't know how i'm supposed to move on - @aaagustd ↳ "RAVEN YOU ARE INSANE THIS IS SOSOSOSOSSO JLEJHVLQEFJDJKDFEHG LIKE HELLO ITS FILTHY I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!" & #the image of the two of them sitting on the couch and calling reader over to sit between them?????? #🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 #LIKE YES ME TOO GLADLY ILL BE STAYING #MINGI WITG EH FCKING PIERCING?!??!!?!?!? ARE YOU SERIOUS!!?!???!!?!?!!?!!!?!? #WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF #BOOKING A TABLE AT KINGDOM CUM RN!!!! - @shuadotcomrecs ↳ "okay I might be bias cause I did beta it BUT cmon stripper hongjoong and mingi?!! the demon line!!! chile i about passed out reading this. it was too much... in a good way lol. raven this was one of the best filth fics I've read in awhile. kudos sis 💜💜" - @beeznthetrap

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disgraceful dreams - first place in both categories, 16.4k works

posted: oct. 31

pairing: wooyoung x f.reader feat. yeosang (ateez)

readers screaming

↳ "this quite literally is everything to me ESP for halloween woooooo weee" - @rockstarsanie ↳ "Holy fucking shit... bruh. I'm literally at a loss for words on this! From the dark fantasy academia setting to each witch/warlock detail in all the characters, this is like a Harry Potter fic, but Death Eaters version. What an excellent way to kick off Hongjoong + Wooyoung month. Keep it up, Raven!" - @othersideoutlawsnetwork ↳ "I know this is suppossed to be smut but jeSUS did i fall in love with the worldbuilding! "I don't share!" DJDLDHHS Poor Yeosang, has his best friend competing against him for yns attention but WHERE IS THE HOLY WATER WHEN YOU FREAKING NEED IT? Wooyoung is such a charmer in every way and it didn't change in the slightest in this piece of art" - @cromernet ↳ "“I don’t break the rules, I just bend them” sir how about you just bend me over. then what?" - @recverie ↳ #talented brilliant incredible amazing show stopping spectacular never the same totally unique - @heyoandbye

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just dance it off - first place, rated 5 stars by myself lol

(re)posted: sept. 4th

pairing: jimin x f.reader

my acceptance speech (lol)

↳ This fic first made its debut a few years ago, but honestly? I was never quite happy with how rushed it felt. So this past August, I decided on a whim to open up this doc to do a complete overhaul. I hadn't wrote anything in nearly a year and starting fresh was too daunting so I dove into the comfort of this work. And let me just say, this baby really had her 2024 glow up with 2k additional words! I really think it all flows together so much better now. Also, dance AU's have a special place in my heart. I’ve always dreamed of being a ballet dancer (tragically, I lack the coordination for anything beyond an aggressive ass shake, but hey, a girl can dream lol). If you read the original version, I highly recommend giving this one another shot. It’s sharper, smoother, and has all the juicy bits that make enemies-to-lovers so good: the mutual hatred, the witty banter, the agonizingly denial of feelings, etc.

⋆˙⟡ favorites reads of 2024 ⟡˙⋆

I didn't read nearly the amount of fics that I should have this year, but those that I did knock off my tbr were everything I wanted and moreeeeee. Here's a recap of some I've shared, check out my #raven reads (read fics) and #raven reacts (fic reviews) tags for more!

freaky friday by @aaagustd

still your biggest fan by @byuntrash101

sleepover by @kitten4sannie

one & only by @changbunnies

save a horse, ride your best friend by @seonghwaddict

more than you know by @beomcoups

simply meant to be by @caelesjjk

make me water by @bangtanintotheroom

⋆˙⟡ my top tracks of 2024 ⟡˙⋆

past life persona - erra

reason - kai

left me like summer - daily j

what do you want from me - bad omens

let down - palisades

bouncy (k-hot chilly peppers) - ateez

self-sabotage - waterparks

work - ateez

i think i like you - the band camino

feels bad man - dance gavin dance

⋆˙⟡ my goals for 2025 ⟡˙⋆

promoting & posting my 2 collabs that are in progress (stay tuned for details!!!)

read 50 books (this year's goal was 25)

knock 10-15 fics off my wip list by posting at least once a month without going on hiatus or just dipping without saying anything LOL (can she do it???)

review more fics on tumblr & ao3

A special thanks to Aeris @beomcoups for inspiring this 'wrapped' post, check out hers here. Mine is a little different, but the sentiment is the same!

Tagging: those who've I've mentioned above already plus

@heechwe @kwanisms @wonustars @yoonia @captain-joongz

@xomakara @pars-ley @wongyuseokie @junkissed @jenoslutie

@svtiddiess @yoonguurt @hisunshiine @taegularities @iridescentxstars (if you want to)

& anyone else that feels inspired to do so <3

See you in 2025 🥂✨🌙

[archangeldyke-all]

HIIII. I’m gonna like try one last time to make a request cause I understand you said there’s something up with your inbox and idk if like tumblr keeps eating mine but anyways—

How about sevika with a reader who’s fucking hilarious/super nice and makes her laugh but when it comes to actually being alone with sevika they are horrible at eye contact and are like supppperrr shy and embarrassed.

Especially like during their first time together (✂️✂️), THE GIRL CANT EVEN SPEAK.

I wonder if sevika would be patient- or if she would be the one to say she’s inlove first.

Idk but it’s up to you to answer this so ofc as alwayyyssss I hope you have annnn amazing day!

tumblr always manages to delete the cutest fucking suggestions thank u for sending this in again omg

men and minors dni

you're the life of the fucking party. no matter you go, you manage to make a friend. you've always got people laughing, you've always got a funny story to tell, and you can keep a conversation with a brink fucking wall. sevika thinks you're fucking amazing, the funniest person she's ever met.

she also thinks you hate her.

when you're alone with sevika, you're completely silent.

she thinks you've got something against her, and she's desperate to make it up to you somehow.

which leads to her being extraordinarily nice to you. which only leads to you being more awkward and standoffish around her.

you can't fucking help it. she's the most attractive woman you've ever met, you just can't help how tongue tied and shy you get around her.

it takes you guys a long fucking time to figure it out.

six months-- six months of sevika being incessantly nice to you, and you basically being silent to her-- and sevika finally gets fed up.

"look-- i don't know what i did to you-- but can you please just fucking tell me so i can figure out a way to make it up to you?" she asks one night at the bar. ran just left-- leaving you and sevika to sit in the typical awkward silence that follows the two of you around.

you blink at her. "what are you talking about?" you ask. she groans.

"oh for fuck's sake! you never fucking talk to me! i've seen you hold conversations with toddlers longer than you hold conversations with me! i don't get it! what did i do to you that makes you so fucking quiet around me?" she asks. you blink again, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"y-you haven't done anything--"

"--oh bullshit--"

"--except be very attractive." you finish. sevika freezes, your sentence catching up to her. you bite your lip. "you're... incredibly hot. it... kinda makes my brain... mush." you finish.

sevika blinks at you in shock for about five seconds, before a cocky smirk ticks up at the corner of her mouth. "is that so?" she asks, sitting back in her seat and eyeing you in an entirely new light. you gulp.

"shut up." you mutter. sevika chuckles.

"oh... this is fucking amazing." she says, grinning at you.

the first time you guys fuck, you keep trying to hide your face behind your hands. sevika fucking loves it, laughing down at you and smacking your hands away as she grinds her cunt against yours.

"show me that pretty fuckin' face, baby." she says. you whimper.

"s-sev." you whisper. she chuckles.

"fuck happened to you, huh? where'd all those words go? y' were talking up a storm earlier to silco-- makin' fun of me all night long-- what happened?" she asks.

you just whine. she laughs evilly, then ducks down to press her lips against yours.

she never stops teasing you about your uncharacteristic shyness around her. ever.

even when you're trying to tell her you love her.

"w-would you stop looking at me like that?" you ask. sevika smirks. she's got you on her lap, her hands on your waist. you had told her you wanted to tell her something important, and she had sat the two of you on the couch like this, as if her thumbs drawing circles on your hips wouldn't distract you at all.

"keep going... 'we've been dating for a few months now'...?" she prompts, starting where you had left of before she started smirking at you like that.

"w-we've been dating for a while and i-i wanted to tell you that..." you trail off again, your eyes locked on where her tongue is licking across the top row of her teeth as she grins.

"that?" she asks. you sigh shakily, and sevika chuckles.

"you're a fucking asshole." you mumble. she bursts into laughter and darts forward to kiss your lips.

"ouch, babe." she says. you roll your eyes at her. "you shoulda told me that before we spent so much time together-- woulda saved you a whole lotta trouble."

"fuck off." you grunt. she pinches you hip and you huff.

"c'mon, tell me." she says. "i'll stop." she promises, miming zipping her lips shut. you roll your eyes at her and look away.

"i love you." you mumble.

sevika's quiet for a moment, and you gulp. then, her finger is under your chin, guiding you to look back at her.

she's grinning, and your anxiety melts away.

"i love you too." she says.

your stomach does a somersault, and you lean forward to bury your face against her shoulder. "oh fuck." you mumble. she chuckles, her hand coming up to rub your back.

"you're so fucking cute it kills me a bit." she says. you huff against her.

"i hate what you do to me." you groan.

"oh yeah? because last night you seemed to like it quite a--"

"shut up sevika!" you cry. she just laughs.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki

[shakespearean-dream]

TW!!! — blood, scarring and mild body horror ahead 🥲

benny’s turn!

before i start i wanna clarify i hesitated a bit on posting this because lovely mutual @vor-leser just posted his benny interpretation (go look at it and follow him btw), and idk if we like mind melded or smth but our human benny’s are super similar LOL. i damn near scrapped the whole thing out of fear someone would get mad at me but i Would Not be able to start over and get this done ever so this is as good as we’re gonna get. 😭 my apologies niko love u /p

this has been like a full 7 days in the making 😭😭 the art block that i felt coming on while doing ellen and ted hit me like an optimus prime sized semi truck this week along with a depressive episode so i definitely appreciate that happening and i am not upset about it at all! /s i’m totally good so don’t worry or anything /gen, mental health is just weird and i also wanted to explain the gap in my posts 😔

i do not know how to feel about this drawing if i’m so fr with you; i’m proud of myself for AM-ified benny cause i think i got the slowly rotting from the inside out primal freak energy down pretty good, but on the other hand this feels kinda empty?? i usually have a lot more commentary squished in here but i think my brain’s a little fried 🤦‍♂️ i love drawing me some beautiful buff men though so drawing normal ben was familiar territory. however his wack ass haircut i gave him is his punishment for being a PRICK!!! go sit in the corner and think about ur actions benjamin.

like ted n the rest of the sillies i’m not straying too far from canon with his personality, he’s an ass and a murderer and a hella smart dickhead who desperately needs to be punished by the universe (thank you for that one AM). hot take i did not like his “redemption arc” in his game scenario and i don’t think with how he was throughout the entirety of his life (and also throughout the game, main example his inner dialogue) he would actually go out of his way to help the kid because he means it??? n prove he changed to the guys he killed cause he means it??? i dunno maybe AM torturing him made him have a main character “omg i’ve been in the wrong this whole time!!1” moment like the game suggests i’m just not buying it 💀 i’m sure it’s just cause bennys scenario couldn’t be too long and they couldn’t fully flesh him out which i won’t fault the game makers for. i’m a steven universe fan, i know what time constrictions can do to a plot and redemption arc 😭 looking at you white diamond…

his wife n kids are up top and they’re kinda neat to me— i was considering the hc that part of the reason manya (his canon wife) left him is because she realized she was a lesbian which would be funny as fuck considering benny’s also One Of Them Queers 😭. i think during the brief times he was home and able to parent his daughters they got really scared and tired of him, one because he’s just a very threatening powerful and overbearing man, but also because i feel like he would’ve been on their ASS about everything. grades, extracurriculars, friends, wardrobe, this guy was micromanaging his family to an annoying extreme (ofc because of his perfectionist complex). he probably loved manya and the kids in his own weird way, but it was more contractual to him than any real personal relationship. maybe he inherited that from his own parents?? i doubt he ever talked to them after he moved out.

that’s about the end of my thoughts on this fucker. 🥲 funny storyyyy i just remembered i have laundry to finish so im gonna go do that, lord help me. thank you for reading all this if you did!!!!! we’re over halfway through so who do yall want next? wanna save AM or nimdok for last? i’ll see u guys later :]]]

[here2bbtstrash]

Since I’m in lovvvvve with Jimin being all subby… may I please request reader sucking/edging jimin off until he begs for her pussy🔥🙈

Thank you and I love youuuu happy jihope month 💜🫶🏼

HI JAZ ILY 🥺 i kinda cheated a little bc my brain...... really wanted to write fleshlight porn idk i have no excuse. but i hope this still gives you what you were looking for 🥰 stan sub!jimin forever and ever !!!!

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: sub!jimin x dom!reader wordcount: just over 1k but i won't tell if u don't contains: subbbbbby jimin, reader is pretty soft w him 🥰, edging with a fleshlight hehe, orgasm control/denial, crying, quick mention of brat taming, one face slap, dumbification if u squint, mentions of ownership, teasing, BEGGING, noona kink (sorry 🙈), unprotected sex, jimin comes immediately, we love him anyway

~*~

Jimin’s got his mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out, showing off the places where he’s soft and pink the whole way down.

Eyes closed, lids flickering, keeping time with the pace of his hips. Twitching, shaky, humping up into the toy in your hand as you work it over his cock. The slide is easy, his shaft slick from his own mess of precum and the thick squirt of lube you prepped him with.

There’s a loud squelch for every sloppy pass of silicone down his length, a dirty fucking sound, but Jimin is too gone for the sour-shame shivers that drew his nipples up tight when you first started pumping him. He’s chasing the feeling entirely now, all animal. Brainless.

You want to take him in your mouth and bite down– on the fat muscle of his tongue, the weeping head of his flushed-dark dick, everywhere.

Chew him up and spit him out, pretty baby boy.

“Y-yeah,” Jimin pants, tongue thick in his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

The muscles of his thighs roll and flex as he fucks himself closer, his cock rabbiting up into your grip, strokes punctuated by desperate little whines, wet gasps. His voice is wrecked, wrung out with pleasure. “Just like that, fuck, fuck–”

All at once, you pull the toy off and watch as denial crashes over Jimin like a wave.

He collapses against the bed, a shattered groan torn from the back of his throat. Shivering, hips still jerking with enough force to smack his useless cock against the flat plane of his stomach, like he’s trying to get himself over that so-close edge untouched. His balls are drawn up tight, surely heavy and aching with pent-up release, enough that a fresh, fat teardrop of it leaks from his slit.

When you drag your gaze back up his body, you find more tears glittering at the edge of his lash line.

You shift up to straddle Jimin’s spread, shaking thighs as his hips finally still; you’re so turned on you may very well be dripping wetness too.

“Are you going to be a good boy now? Not a little brat anymore?” you ask softly, and he nods, bottom lip twisted between his teeth.

“Use your words.” You know he’s not too far gone for it.

“Y-yes. I will,” he sniffs. “Be so good.”

It’s so easy, the pliant way he moves when you grab his jaw with your hand, tilting his chin up to force his gaze to follow. Doesn’t even flinch at the slap you deliver to his cheek, just because you can.

“Then tell me who owns you.”

“Noona does,” that sweet little broken voice mewls.

“Yeah? Who does your cock belong to?”

“Noona,” Jimin answers as you tighten your grip on him again, pressing the blunt edge of your nails into the smooth, soft skin beneath them. “To noona. My cock belongs to noona.”

“That’s right, baby. It’s mine to do whatever I want with. To play with for as long as I want, hmm? Even all day?”

“Love it,” he gasps. There’s a flush to his skin all over, blooming hot want; his chest heaves with it. “Love it when you play with m-my cock all day. ‘Cause it’s y-yours.”

“Aw, baby.” That deserves its own reward. “You are a good boy, huh?”

His fingers twist helplessly in the sheets when you flick a thumb over the brown bud of his nipple, just once. It kicks through him like an electric shock, you can feel it, his hips bucking up between your legs.

“Yeah,” he whines. Reiterates, “‘M yours.”

So fucking perfect. “Why don’t you tell noona what you want, then?” you purr.

A tear drips down Jimin’s face as he breathes his confession like a sinner. Like he’s ashamed to even ask for it, good boy that he is. “Want noona’s pussy.”

“Is that right?”

All it takes is your thighs spread a little wider for you to sink low enough that the folds of your cunt kiss his glossed-wet shaft. Jimin outright moans when you roll your hips, dragging your pussy along his needy cock once, then again.

“Just like this, baby?” You move slow for the delicious slide of him over your clit, and it’s torture good enough to have you both leaking slick.

It takes Jimin three tries to get the word out. “Inside,” he finally whimpers. “Want in, noona.”

“Yeah, you wanna fuck me? Is that it?”

A sob wracks his chest as you keep grinding your slit on him, slow-burn sparks popping in your gut as he loses it beneath you. “Please, noona. Wanna come, wanna fill it up, be a good boy. Please let me in.” He’s babbling, spine arching up like his body’s pleading too.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. “How can I say no when you ask for it so pretty?”

Jimin’s shuddering like a plucked string, as if every inch of him is hovering on the edge of indulgent blackout pleasure. He’s still begging, an endless pleasepleaseplease drooling out over his tongue until you finally, finally line yourself up to the fat head of his cock and let him stretch your pussy open.

You’re halfway down his shaft when he gasps, “I’m coming.”

“Good boy,” you rasp, greedy for it now as you take him entirely. “Give me what’s mine. Did so good, saved it all for me.”

You can feel the hot pulse of his cock squeezed tight by your walls, pouring out thick spurts of cum, giving back everything you worked up in him. Tears spill down his face, the sweet fucked-up relief kind, like his whole body is shattering to pieces, coming all the way apart.

Jimin takes his time with his long-denied orgasm, his hips shoving up in twitchy aftershocks until he’s worked his way through the last of it. His cock throbs, spent and empty inside of you.

“What do you say, baby?” You reach both hands up to swipe your thumbs over the tear tracks on his face.

“Thank you, noona,” Jimin breathes, his voice softer without that raw edge of need coloring his words. He nuzzles his cheek into the palm of your hand, smudges a kiss there too. The creases under his eyes deepen in an afterglow smile, all the desire shot through him now replaced by the molten warmth of praise.

“You know the rules.”

You tip forward to grab your small purple bullet off the nightstand, then let it drop carelessly onto Jimin’s torso, where it tumbles down to rest in the hollow dip beneath the swell of his ribcage.

“Keep that pretty little cock where it belongs and make noona come, too.”

[m1d-45]

Literally a lurker on your blog since ur early days but too shy to slide into ur ask box, hiii!!! I keep seeing cryo anon and teddy anon's brainrots and asks,,,, and like, regarding post impostor AU hehe

imagine after the hunt when your fave character/vessel begs you for forgiveness the most, practically turning their voice hoarse from their pleas to share just a bit of your mercy....

(you never showed your face to them, even when they were your most favored. how selfish of them, wanting more than they could ever deserve. but they can't help it. if you wanted them to die a thousand times over to repent, they would. just please, look at them again.)

post imposter au always tickles an itch in my brain I've never known existed. angry creator? boiling hot rage creator for their acolytes killing them when they've shown nothing but love and kindness for this world?? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP LORD

I wanna see guilt. And I mean GUILT. it's probably cause I'm petty asf and if I would be killed over and over and over again only for them to realize I'm not the fake I would literally lock myself up in whatever tower they built for me and never talk again. Creator's trust? Shattered, irreparable. Followers? Wallowing in the despair.

Thank u and goodbye heh. If it's not too much, can I be called Marcotte anon? Hehe fontaine reference hhhh,, anyways have a good day ily and ur fics <3

post-hunt can be incredibly good, entirely agree

the love you felt for the world is so strong already, and it only grows as you finally get to teyvat. being here, feeling the elemental energy, feeling the world greet you as you return after your rest.. what hate is more powerful than a love turned rotten?

you hid behind your veil, uncertain if you’re protecting yourself or them. it hurts to see their eyes tearing up as they plead, but what else are you to do? your hands shake when they draw close, and you can’t erase your own memory.

(you’d know. you asked nahida about it, but she’d only shaken her head. all she could do was clear the memories of teyvat, but not yours. it hurt, but was probably for the best.)

(despite it being a failure, that day was the calmest you’d felt in weeks. she was easy to talk to, and made lovely tea. perhaps you should visit again, if only to take a break from… everything.)

your solitude is comfortable, most of the time. a few of the hunters are a bit too comfortable with their sin, and are the ones tasked with bringing you food and other necessities. it’s not much better, though, since you can still see the guilt sinking in their eyes.

it’s a lose-lose all around. you want to see them, you want to see the world, but every leaf and branch is stained with the memories of the past, what used to be your favorite retreat now something else to hide from.

part of you is angry. furious at how easily they were tricked. it’s hard to stay mad at those you love, though, so you end up sitting in your window and watching the wind blow safely behind glass. your tea is from inazuma, this time, the faint edge of bitterness keeping you from sinking too far into much of anything.

leaves dance in the breeze. you won’t be seen again until they’ve long turned brown.

[fictionfixations]

2.6 trailblaze continuance

playing through it because SPOILERS. i didnt even know the update was out, was looking at youtube notifs and theres just videos of 2.6 cutscenes and im just like CHILL IT HASNT EVEN BEEN OUT FOR LIKE AN HOUR

???? OH WAIT IS THAT BOOTHILL

*cough, puts on my best acheron impression* ..what are you doing, in my room?

??? IM A SHAREHOLDER MA'AM THIS IS MY ROOM

no matter hwhat u do the chest doesnt open

WHAT IN THE RAPPA WAS THAT ???

okay um. im. there was a cutscene. im not gonna explain it you see it for yourself.

IM CRYING ITS THE VIDEO FROM THE SPECIAL PROGRAM

STOPP WHAT im gonna hit the image limit ive barely started

NOT CAELUS SINGING ALONG AIUDWHSAUIDH

ANOTHER cutscene so soon om. THE WAY there was just music and rappa rapping going on and then we cut to caelus pov and its absolute silence like what

STOPPPP Giving me screenshottable moments I JUST STARTED

what

tttthats because i have you guys

this feels like the teachers trying to get in on slang and memes and being really cringy and i just 😭 there was an attempt. im not a fan of it but you do you

ttheres a. a dreampeek call here. holy shit. isnt this that one. that one. i forgot the name of it but i think its in a video on the hsr channel

whys he actually kinda hot what. people simped over him in the trailer, i didnt get it but. ..??????? also i think there are triangles

WHAAAT THE FUCK THE SCREEN WENT WEIRD wait is he the examiner? i thought he was just a guest lecturer or is he lying and somehow fucking with her brain

HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS

FUCK NOO I WANTED CHARMONY oh thank fuck we can change it. i was boutta say something cause it was implied in the special program we could choose for ourselves so THANK FUCK

..your home? why.

aww big brother boothill

sorry?

LMFAO

WHAT IN THE MIND GAMES

WAIT IS SHE REAL? SORRY???? i have no idea

HUH

CRYING

MARCH?? oh for a second i thought that was her i dont wanna hit the img limit too early so she says that the dreamweaving method feels like condensing six-phased ice and that she can barely tell them apart

..okay sorry what what is up with this month of updates and people being turned into things to be sold off as 'items'. like if i had a nickel for every time i saw this this month ID HAVE TWO. like okay so in twisted wonderland theres the playful land (based on pinocchio) event going on right now on EN servers so i watched pinocchio to prepare. but anyway spoiler alert, the students almost get turned into wooden puppets (that would later be sold. they wouldnt be able to move or speak and would turn into wood thus 'item')

fuck i hit the image limit

anyway

DR PRIMITIVE IS A EMANATOR OF ERUDITION????

deleted an img anyway

what is this voice

THE WAY ITS CENSORED AS 'bana bana bana [normal dialogue] bana bana [normal dialogue' CRYING it sounds so edited in

okay she says my previous line is not demeaning at all. so when i curse she fails me. ???

whaaaat in the fuck its that weird effect with the monkeys affecting us again DAN HENG ARE YOU OKAY!?

what in the fuck i feel like im tripping on something like that video in the special program with the monkeys

that was such a cool cutscene

..MEMOKEEPER? sorry for a second i had to google cause i forgot what exactly it means but.. huh.

wait is reca NOT a bad guy??

..can he be playable

crying why is there actual story in my monkey update

CONFIRMED: dan heng says boothill is more bark than bite

...boothill...?

OH NO YOU FUCKING DONT

i swear if they get rid of his hatred for the ipc

or we're not we're fighting now oh thank fuck. i was scared because they got rid of his dependence on alcohol (or malt juice? tf is malt juice idk man)

i dont think i have a good team for boothill so whoops

this team sucks 😭 in the first place idk how to play boothill

BOOTHILL JUST GOT ONESHOTTED WHAT THE FUCK

oh thank fuck we can change boothill out

i was so scared cause usually you HAVE to use boothill (whether its the story version or a boothill you own) and i actually cant win if hes on the team because my team is not meant for that and i dont have anyone else built that works.

crying he did 3 attacks on jade. stepped back then stepped back in and did one more hit and she died

????

i actually cant win wtf 😭even my built characters suck ass HELLO???

im actually stuck BRUHHH

boothills not doing much better

i cant win if i target the smaller guys. i cant win if i target the big guy i am so lost

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what

Chapter 18

Masterpost of chapters

Note: There's a sex scene in this chapter. If u wanna skip watch out for ∼∼∼ and then skip until u see ∼∼∼ again

"PLEase I just need to talk to your upper managment or boss or whatever your kind have! It's- It's about a maybe potential Patton situation!...Please!"

The succubi Virgil was holding by the tail let out a long sigh before muttering "Fine, I'll help you. Just let go of my tail and don't touch me"

Virgil instantly did as told "Thank you!"

"I guess you can like wait here while I go and find someone who knows more 'cause I have no standing with Management"

A door was opened to hell and Virgil waited on pins and needles as the succubi went through and the door closed behind them. He knew that the possibility of them simply running off without helping him was high but he hoped his pessmism was wrong.

He waited for a quarter of an hour and jumped every time a door around him opened but every time it was just a human going to walk their dog or buy groceries. His palms turned sweaty as he thought of when Remus and Janus were going to wake up, when he had to be back home to protect his human.

Finally a door opened and he could see the glow of Hell behind it. A new demon came through and held out her hand. It took him a few awkward seconds before he shook it.

"You wanted to file a complaint regarding a potential Anomaly?"

"Uhm yeah. He uhm...Yeah"

"Can you describe the Demon you want to report"

"Uhh sure. His name is Remus. He's a succubi. He's uhh He has red horns and uh red eyes and a mustache-"

"There are several Remuses"

"Sorry. He uhhhhhh" He raked his brain for any information. Describing him as gross and smelly probably didn't count as useful information. Until he remembered something Janus had mentioned once "He's a twin! He has a twin succubi! The twin is uhh- Named- uhhh Roman! I think it was Roman!"

The demon checked her papers while nodding "I see. Wait here, I will go and check if his anomaly's Manager has time to see me"

Virgil could feel all of the blood inside his body drain down to his toes "S-s-sure"

This time it took an entire hour of waiting before anything happened. At several points he started to wonder if the demons were having a laught at him and he got the urge to go home but it wasn't like he had any other options.

Finally the door opened once more and the same Demon beckoned for him to come through. Stepping through the door was a strange sensation. It felt like cold water being forced down his throat before his insides suddenly made a stark shift and turned bubbling hot.

The Demon instructed him to let out his wings and follow her. For his safety it was best none of the regular Succubi saw him walking around. Still even seeing the sucubi walking through the hallways from a distance made his heart beat out of his chest and his skin turn even hotter.

"Don't worry, that is normal for non Succubi entering the lust circle for the first time" The demon casually said to him.

"HuH?" Virgil was about to die in shame as he looked down and realized he was noticeable hard. "I don't- I'm not-"

"It's okay. Unlike your kind we don't place meaning in physical reactions"

Virgil decided to stay dead silent for the rest of the flight. He stayed closed behind as they flew through long white hallways while he tried to keep to his eyes staring blankly ahead.

Finally the demon stopped and sunk down to the floor beside a heavy looking door. She slid the door open an inch and the angel overheard her asking something in the language of demons before she pushed the door fully open and motioned for him to go in.

She shut the door behind him. The inside of his mouth was as dry as a sandpaper and he was trembling so much that even his knees were shaking. He kept his eyes forward but could feel another presence in the room.

"You wished to inform me about something?" A voice spoke "You can look to me, don't be shy"

Virgil turned to see a large demon sitting with his six arms laid splayed out across the desk. He was wearing a orange suit in the same color as his sprawling horns and even as he was sitting he seemed taller than the angel.

The desk and chair he was sitting by was the only furniture in the room. The lights were turned off making it hard to see the rest of it but it seemed a bit like a gathering hall.

"Usually you angels go up to Heaven and inform them if something's wrong, no?"

He forced his lips to grasp after words "I- I didn't want to bother Heaven with- with it. I thought maybe I dunno it- it's uh your demon, your like problem. I guess"

"And you are accusing my demon of causing problems?"

"The- The uh nice lady uhm took me to you so I guess. His name is Remus and he- he-"

"Shush. I have a much more fun way to check if we're talking about the same demon"

The manager snapped his fingers, a dozen of them, and the door on the other side of the room opened and a demon came through. Virgil didn't want to see them. His eyes closed instinctively and his teeth churned.

He didn't want to see the sibling of the man he wanted dead. He didn't want to think about Remus having someone who would miss him.

But Virgil could feel the manager's eyes digging into him so he forced himself to look. It really shouldn't have surprised him that Remus' twin obviously looked similar to Remus but it still made his skin crawl to see a copy of the demon he knew standing right in front of him.

"Yeah- Yeah that's-" Virgil began to stutter out but the manager shushed him again.

"Nah, you haven't gotten a good look" He spun his finger towards Roman "C'mon red twin, do a spin"

She kept her expression steady but Virgil could still feel second hand embarrassment from her making him lower his gaze as she had to spin around. Remus had started to gain weight recently but even so Roman was skinnier than Remus had been the first time Virgil saw him.

"So?" The manager asked.

"That's- uh yeah that's- that's what Remus looks like" Virgil's voice sounded even smaller than usual.

"Good. Then you've come to the right Manager. What has he done?" He snapped his fingers as he noticed Roman stepping back "You Stay!"

Roman stayed standing awkwardly a bit behind the manager. There was a feverish look in his eyes and sweat droplets had gathered on his forehead since even this little movement left him exhausted.

Virgil noticed the twin's swaying and got the urge to hurry the meeting up "I know he was sent to kill my- Kill the human I am assigned to. That is fine! It's my job to protect the human. But- But I don't...I don't think he has any intention to actually kill him" He lied "It's been 2 months and he has made no- no advances or tries to seduce the human, much less kill him....He...He has started dating the human. He calls the human his boyfriend. I don't- I don't think he wants to leave earth"

A laugh ruptured out from the Manager as he clapped his hands together "That sounds like him, don't you think" He looked to Roman who didn't respond.

When the manager had turned back to the angel Roman let his neutral expression falter for a moment and he moved his hand up to bite at his skin as if to stiffel a sound, even though no sound was able to come either way. Virgil noticed that unlike his twin Roman had green eyes. Even his eyes looked dull just as his skin was pale and hair unkempt and growing wildly down to his shoulders, it wasn't unlike Remus' hairstyle before Janus had recently tidied it up. He even had the same sort of stubble as Remus had.

The similarities were too much and Virgil could feel his breakfast from today try to climb up into his mouth.

"None of this surprises me. Y'know on my freetime I like to grow fish and this funny thing happens if you put two fish together in the same tank and then starve them. They start cannibalizing each other. Often only after like...a day or two" The Manager explained "Doesn't matter if they're brothers or lil fish lovers or whatever. It's the same with crabs. Put them in a bucket of boiling water and they will trample each other to death to get out"

"....But why...Would you put them in boiling water in the first place...or starve them" Virgil realized his mistake of talking back and covered his mouth with his hands "I'm sorry. i didn't mean to- I- You're right"

"I know I'm right, you don't have to tell me. What do you want us Demons to do about your twin problem?"

Virgil was red up to his ears from anxiety "I- I assumed you would know that. I'm- I'm just informing you"

"He's clearly going against what he's been told even after we've already Punished him once. I think you can imagine what we will do to him"

Before the angel replied he looked to Roman again "My...The human...The human is very...Manipulative....And charismatic" He lied once more "I don't think that Remus would go against the orders if he had been sent to another human.....Please....As an Angel obviously the idea of..of such drastic punishment doesn't sit well with me....Please just send him to another human. My- The human I'm watching over will die soon anyway I just don't- I just want to keep him from sin until his death- Please just send Remus somewhere else where he's not in my way"

"You're lucky. Normally if an angel came to us and claimed something like this we would have to call up to heaven and verify that your flour was clean so to speak" The manager let up into a grin "But I know exactly what type of sniveling disappointment that green twin is! You could tell me he had massacred an entire town and I would decide to believe you" He turned to look at Roman again "Do you think your twin is being manipulated by this human or do you think he knowingly left you here?"

Roman didn't answer.

The manager moved one of his arms slightly towards the demon to which she flinched despite him not even being close to touching her.

"Answer. Do you think he's left you here? Nod or shake your head. C'mon"

"I- I think I've told you everything I know" Virgil interrupted.

The manager's eye twitched from annoyance as he turned back towards the angel "We'll sort this anomoly issue out don't worry. The green one will be out of your hair by the end of the week"

"Thank you"

He waved one of his hands "You can leave now" Virgil let out a breathe of relief and instantly started to back away at the same time as Roman moved back as well. The manager snapped at her again "Not you. You stay"

Her eyes stopped looking dull for a moment as she instead looked absolutely terrified at being alone in the same room as the manager, before her whole body froze and her eyes got a thousand yard stare.

"Could he- could the twin please uhm show me the way out" Virgil threw out. "I'm not- I wouldn't want to get lost in the hallways"

The eye twitch came back but the manager nodded "...Fine" His teeth grinded as he spat the word out.

It took a few seconds before Roman seemingly heard and moved to follow Virgil out of the room. As soon as they had gotten out of the room the angel reached out to tap him on the shoulder which made him flinch again.

"Sorry. You don't uhm you don't actually have to show me out. I remember the way. I'm just thinking since" Virgil waved slightly towards him "You look a bit sick, I understand if you don't want to fly all that way"

Roman showed no intention of responding, he just kept staring at him while holding his arms close to his chest.

Virgil spread out his wings and got ready to fly but glanced back at him to mumble "I'm sorry about your brother. I really am"

That morning when he finally returned to the apartment and saw Remus making breakfast the angel couldn't look him in the eyes.

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63 days since Remus was cast out of hell

Remus just had to figure out how exactly guardian angels worked and then everything would be fine! He already had a hunch that guardian angels couldn't see when their human would sin since he had been able to make Janus shoplift without Virgil barging in. He just had to make sure his hunch was right!

Naturally the next time he was over at the apartment to play board games he waited until the angel got up to get more snacks from the kitchen. They were sitting on the floor with the game propped up on the low coffee table. As the angel had his back turned Remus nudged closer to his boyfriend and let his hand move to squeeze his knee.

He watched for Janus to light up into a half flustered smile before he moved his hand to his thigh and kissed him as his hand wandered further up. Remus noted how Virgil kept digging around in the cupboard without any reaction before Janus whisper laughed for him to stop for now. He listened and nudged himself back to where he had been sitting in time for Virgil to turn back around with the crisps he had found at the back of the shelf.

Next he waited until Virgil went to the bathroom. Janus sat zoned out staring holes into the table, probably thinking about Agatha Christie, when Remus picked up the knife his boyfriend had used to cut fruit and moved the knife so it was right behind the human's neck. Remus thought intensely about cutting his head off and on cue Virgil threw the bathroom door open with his fists raised ready to beat him up.

Remus quickly sat the knife down again and gave the angel an innocent look as he pouted his lips and fluttered his eyelids.

"Something wrong?" Janus asked.

Virgil realizing the Remus sized threat was gone sunk down in on himself and tried to look casual "There was an uhm...dead rat in the bathroom....it freaked me out"

"Dead animal again? What a welcome return" Jan snarked.

"Yeah I'll just..I'll just go get rid of it" Virgil turned around to go and pretend to bury a none animal.

Remus twirled his mustache while fistbumping himself on the inside. His hunch seemed to be correct. The plan from here should be simple.

The plan:

Step 1: Seduce Janus when Virgil isn't there

Step 2: Wait a few days (Maybe talk to Logan)

Step 3: Sneak into Janus' apartment suddenly

Step 4: Kill him with a spur of the moment plan before Virgil has time to react

Step 5: Success!!

Step 6: Roman lives happily ever after while he-

He- He wasn't sure what was going to happen to him. Whether he would be sent to Heaven afterwards either way or not or if he would even get his voice back. But Roman would be okay at least and she hadn't done anything to deserve being punished. It was a simple plan. He just had to fix everything.

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64 days since Remus was cast out of hell

The leaves were still vibrantly green but as the news talked about a soon to be storm a chill had appeared in the air that made Remus shudder at the newness of it. He was so used to the constant warmth of hell and getting to wear shorts and tank tops year around. When he wore longsleeved shirts the fabric rubbed all wrong against his skin so it felt like his arms were tingling constantly.

Still he put on a longsleeved shirt and added a green bow he had loaned from Logan, curled the tips of his mustache and puffed up his hair before knocking on the door to Janus' apartment.

His boyfriend opened with a smile, they had planned to meet already so this wasn't a surprise. As always Remus could see Virgil lurking around in the background with a stank grimace on his face.

"Want to come in or do I have to invite you like a vampire" Janus asked.

Remus was about to come in but then his throat tightened at the thought of this probably being his last night with Janus. He wanted it to be special.

"Restaurant?" He blurted out "Wanna go to eat? Wherever you want"

"Oh finally you realize how to treat a lady! Sure, Just let me go change real slow"

As the demon waited his eyes caught at Virgil's but neither of them said anything. They both knew Janus was way too fancy to have sex anywhere in public, much less a restaurant bathroom, so the angel didn't have to worry about seduction. He didn't get any premonition around Janus' soon to be death either so after giving the demon sour looks and hissing at him Virgil felt safe enough to leave for work for the night.

"Shouldn't you take that off for the night?" Janus motioned to the choker around Remus' neck "If we're going to a nice resturant and all" He said as he came out from the bathroom wearing one of his favorite button ups and an ankle lenght skirt.

Remus put his hand protectivly over the choker "But it was gift from you"

"I can keep it in my bag until we get home, okay?"

He pouted "....Okay"

"You take it off when you shower don't you"

Janus looked at Remus who looked away.

"DON'T YOU!?"

The choker ended up living in Janus' bag during the evening dinner. What happened during that dinner doesn't have to be repeated. As far as Remus knew this dinner would be the last time he ever spent with Janus before everythign would change, so let's let him keep the memories of that evening all to himself.

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The apartment stood in it's lonesome with only dustparticles moving about for several hours until the sound of a key jingling rang through and soon after the door was kicked open.

Remus carried Janus inside whille the human laughed "See? I told you I could totally lift you! Easy Peasy! I could throw you outa window!"

"Sssssuch romantic bragging. You're truly a world class smooth talker"

The demon let his boyfriend down on the couch as he went to close the door before he lit the lamps in the windows and rolled down the blinds. Janus pulled his yellow gloves off to feel the warmth of his cheeks while he felt a slight buzz in his head from the wine he had drank.

"I been waiting to get out of this all night" Remus said while throwing the bowtie and shirt off leaving him in his usual shorts.

Janus jokingly whistled at him.

"Have good time today?" Remus asked as he plopped down on top of Janus.

"Nooo dear it was horrib-" When Remus started rubbing his hairy chin against Janus' face his words faded into laughter "Dear- Darling- That doesn't tickle at all"

"But you cute"

"Stooop"

Janus accidentally let out a loud snort that made them both laugh before the demon started to draw circles with his finger against his boyfriend's chest "Can I get that choker back now?"

His human squinted at him until he added.

"Pretty please? Pretty please with human skulls on top?"

Jan let up and stretched out his arm to grab at his bag without having to get up from the cuddle. The choker was fished up and he did an unserious little humm of the national anthem while putting it around Remus' neck.

"Happy now?"

"What about leash? From Pride thing?"

Janus' eyebrows rose "Darling are you trying to flirt?"

The demon responded by leaning in for a kiss "Yeah"

"ooookay" Janus pushed at his chest to make his boyfriend sit up on the couch while he got up "Stay" He ordered before going to look for the leash.

Remus dutifully sat and watched his boyfriend fumble around in the drawers under his bed and when Janus triumphantly turned around to show the leash the demon in turn formed his arms into a big heart. His tail began to thump against the couch and his feet pitter patter against the floor as Janus put the leash onto his choker.

"Stay" He reminded, and Remus did his best to not move as Janus tightened the choker "Good boy"

He grinned as he got rewarded with a kiss.

"You know with me sitting down and you standing you're allmooosstt taller than me" Remus teased.

"You want me to make the bloody choker tighter!?"

"YES!"

"Honey, that was a snarky rhetorical question. You freak"

Remus leant forward and nudged his chin against Janus' stomach while tilting his head back to look up at his eyes "I'm your dog"

"Oh okay wow yeah dear you're really going for it huh"

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Janus was visibly getting flustered while in his mind reminding himself that this was what listening to G. U. Y by Lady Gaga fivethousand times in his teens had prepared him for. He wired the leash around his hand to get a good hold of it before pulling it to make Remus stand up. He sat down in his boyfriends place and instructed him.

"Can you-" He tried to put on a smooth tone and a cool expression "Take your clothes off"

The demon obliged leaving him naked while his date was still in his full date outfit, but he didnt mind.

"Don't I look good? My butt is less boney now... Now the B in butt stand for... BIG instead"

Jan let out a snort "I'm not supposed to be laughing"

"why not" Remus put his knees on either side of his boyfriend's thighs to straddle his lap. He played with one of his dreadlocs "It's not serious thing"

"Kiss me"

"Yesss siirr"

Remus let his arms lay around his boyfriend's shoulder as he kissed him. He could feel Janus' hands running along his chest down to his hips and making a stop at his thighs before grabbing at his ass.

"I wouldn't say the b in butt stands for butt...more like bedium" Janus teased.

"Don't think you can judge that till you've touched at least like...five asses"

"You underestimate my ability to be judgy"

"True"

"You're so hot. Is it okay if I-" Janus began to ask.

"-Honey I'm literally naked in your lap. You can do whatever you want. Kay?"

"Mhm"

He pulled in the leash to make Remus go back to making out while he let his hands keep moving. Janus' head lolled back slightly as he had his eyes closed and his hand stroking against his boyfriend's dick.

That awful feeling of feeding crawled into the demon's mouth just like the human's tongue did. Somewhere at the back of Remus' mind he had admittedly hoped that maybe the other succubi could be right and he really did just have to find the right person and that maybe Janus could be that person. But having his boyfriend's hand rubbing against his dick felt exactly the same as having his hand rubbing his neck or shoulder or knee. The only difference was that it made the blood vessels swell in his groin.

But he had to get through it, and besides Janus had this beautiful blissful look on his face which he didn't want to destroy.

"Can you slap me?" Remus murmured with his lips still close to his boyfriend's.

"I know I act like it but I never actually have. Do you- You think you would- Would you like it more if I did?"

Remus put his boyfriend's hand against his cheek and moved his head to press a kiss to his palm "I would love it..If you want to do it"

"Well I have always wanted to try....." Janus got a sort of cheeky smile "Especially on a good pet like you"

Janus raised his hand slightly and at the same time as his palm hit Remus' cheek he let out a high pitched yell off surprise at his own slap. The demon just laughed.

"You can harder"

And he could. He slapped him hard enough to leave a slight pink mark on his cheek and he was close to asking if that was okay but the grin Remus burst into answered that enough.

Remus was able to go back to to kissing him and guided his boyfriend's hands back down to his ass.

"Be a dear and help me with this" Janus murmured to him while motioning his head down to his button up.

"Of couursseee"

He took the shirt one button at a time while his boyfriend played with the leash, suddenly pulling at it now and then. Once every button had been undone Janus slipped on right out of it and Remus couldnt help but immediately grab at his love handles.

"We should move to the bed"

"Lead the way Babe"

Janus sat down at the edge of the bed and leant his weight on his arms as Remus positioned himself on his knees right in front of him. His skirt got bundled up around his waist when the demon moved to press kisses against the inside of his thighs, he looked up to meet Jan's eyes as he did so.

He grabbed Jan's wrist and moved his hand to pull at his hair. If he focused on the tightening of the choker, the slight sting left on his cheek and his hair being dragged he could almost tune the feeding out. He could feel the blood pumping quicker inside the veins along his boyfriend thigh and he wished he was able to feel the same excitment.

His skin became hotter to the touch as Remus moved his tongue up along his thigh and started pressning kisses to his stomach. "Are you likeing it?" Janus whispered when Remus moved up to leave hickeys at his neck

"I like kissing you" He murmured back "And I love you"

He let out a soft sort of squeal at Remus nibbling at his skin. The demon noticed Janus' toes tapping into the ground at the same time that his hand let go off Remus' hair to instead fiddle at the waistband of his boxers.

The demon remembered that this was after all his boyfriends first time being naked with someone so he moved his arms to embrace Janus and kiss him until he felt ready. He shimmied the skirt and boxers off before meeting Remus' eyes.

Remus cupped his cheek "You the most beautiful person, creature or thing I ever have seen"

"And you're my gorgeous trash man"

They shared a soft smile before Remus moved back down to his knees to suck him off. Oh thank fuck his boyfriends dick wasn't more than average because the longer the dick the more he got the urge to bite it off.

His gagreflex wasn't all that strong so it just felt like having a big lump of flesh sitting akwardly in his mouth. it gave him the same effect as if he had tried putting Janus' foot down his hatch instead. If anything the game of feeling how far he could take it until he started feeling puke pushing up his throat was usually the most fun part but no puke was even close to coming with a dick this size.

Still when he looked up and saw Janus' expression with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes closed. With his locs having fallen along his shoulders and the way Remus could feel his thighs trembling. His uneven moans followed by a quivering "Good boy" or "Remus" and his fingers twisting knots into his hair. Remus did find some feeling of happiness at bringing his love that kind of satisfaction.

He lasted less than five minutes, maybe a bit over four, and Remus had to push down his cum before looking at how his own saliva got left on his boyfriend's dick when he pulled his head away. How could anyone get pleasure from this he wondered.

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The feeling of feeding dispersed as soon as Janus pulled him up to lay on the bed by the leash and he was met with his humans shining smile.

To the demon's surprise Janus rolled over on top of him and basically pinned him down like a pancake. With his face against the spot where Remus' shoulder met his neck and his hand moving to interlock his fingers with his. He felt his boyfriend's toes playfully tap against his ankles.

"Did I..Did we do good?" Remus quietly asked.

Janus let his other hand go up to twirl his boyfriend's hair around his fingers "I'm so glad I met you"

"Taking that as yes?"

"Yes darling"

"...I...." Remus silently wish he hadn't met Janus because then he could stay alive. Then he wouldn't have known that the possibility of him being happy was actually achievable "...I love you too"

He smiled at him in the way where his cheeks got all full right under his eyes "Sorry I didn't last longer"

"Jannie loads of people load quick as hell the first time. I've had people who last like a minute"

"Hehehe I won over those people who I don't know hehe"

The room went quiet aside from Janus' steady breathing and the bed covers crinkling ever so slightly when either of them moved in any way. Remus laid cuddled under him and waited but despite them both still being naked and frankly them cuddling on top of each other in a way that made their neither regions touch he didn't feel any form of lust coming from his boyfriend. If anything all he felt was the tiny but nearly constant feeling of that warm pleasant sort of feeding that he only felt when he was close to Janus.

"...Do you want me to do- Do you want us to do something more?" He finally probed.

Janus curled up closer to his chest "One time is enough for me thanks or else my spine will start acting up. What's the hurry darling? We got all the time in the world don't we"

"Until bitchy Virgil shows up at least"

"We can always lock him out"

"Ooooh I like the sound of that plan"

When Janus' laughed Remus could feel his breathe against his neck. He let himself relax into the cuddle and laid there trying to copy the image of his boyfriend's body into his memory.

It took a few minutes until he noticed how slow Janus' breathing had gotten and realized he'd fallen into a thin slumber. The demon did his best to keep himself still and not let himself give in to his urges to run around.

Boredom took over and he started playing Jan's ass like Bongos which obviously woke him up.

"Is snake snoozing?"

Janus rubbed his eyes "Are you blind, obviously I'm as awake as I've ever been. I thought falling asleep aftwards was mostly in the movies but doing this is truly tiring innit"

"Only if you put in effort"

"how are we feeling for a shower?"

"Well I...." Remus smacked his tongue "Normally I against shower but since I'm being your good boy Imma do whateva you say"

"Good answer"

There was a slight shake in Janus muscles as he got up from the bed and Remus immediately held out his arm to let him lean on. He met his eyes and wordleesly knew his boyfriends back was starting to act up. He still made a show of pouting when Jan made him take off his choker for the shower.

The warm water started pouring upon them as the human slid down to the tile floor and stretched side to side to make his back crack. Remus sat down beside him so their shoulders were touching. He had to move his hair back because as soon as it got wet it got heavy enough to fall down in front of his eyes.

Even with the water the warmest thing still was Janus skin when he reached out to take his boyfriends hand "Thank you"

"What? Did I do something? Did I kill someone without not icing"

"It's not like I magically forgot about your aversion to sex so I just totally dont want you to know that I appreciate you still putting in the effort to be intimate with me"

"really..?"

"No I hope you choke on your breakfast tomorrow and die a pain ful death" He snarked "Obviously I want you to feel appreciated you dumbass"

Remus curdled his toes up "Oh i not do much"

Janus pulled lightly at the ends of his mustache "Where did this humble ratman come from"

"All of strong minded Remus disappear down drain in shower" He joked back.

"It's a good thing you dont have a lot of brains so that doesnt fall out as well" He reached out to take the shampoo but his boyfriend got it for him so he didnt have to stand "Want me to shampoo you up? My hair is even kinkier than yours so I got a bloody good technique, trust me"

The demon snickered at the word kinky but turned around to let Jan massage the smapoo in. He was so gentle that Remus got the urge to hit himself with hammers to cancel the kindness out.

The pair eventually got out of the shower and Janus got into his fluffy bathrobe and made Remus at least put his Under wear back on or else he "wouldnt be able to speak clearly for the rest of the night". The demon followed him around like a lovesick puppy while he put on tea.

Remus muffled his face against the top of Jan's back while letting his hands run along his muffin top. When he accidentally pushed Jan hip first against the kitchen counter he mumbled "Sorry. Just tryna put your smell into memory"

"Oh in case I go missing in the woods under mysterious circumstances and you have to sniff me up. Yeah I see. Very reasonable innit"

After putting mustard in the demon's tea they drank it while cozied up in bed and while Jan did ask his boyfriend if there was anything he wanted to watch he insisted on just wanting to see whatever that Jan wanted to see. Therefore they ended up watching compilations of snakes from zoos having spa days.

"Having a snake as a pet in the future would soooo utterly suck" Janus commented while sipping on his tea. It was a bit too warm so he stuck his tongue out to cool it off.

Remus mimicked flicking his tongue at him to make him laugh "What kind of snake?"

"Horrible question....Hmmm....While I do enjoy a big snake-"

"Like mine"

"SHut up!" He sputtered "While I do like large snakes I'm not sure if they're a good first time pet owner experience so perhaps a Rosy boa or Milk snake could be good for a first timer"

"Can I see?"

Janus handed him his tea cup since only Remus' arms were long enough to put the cup down on the floor before searching up videos of milk snakes. His boyfriend moved his arm around his back and leant his chin against the top of his head and Janus silently felt like he was in a romantic movie.

"Milk snake got cool patterns just like you" Remus commented while moving his thumb against the scarred edge of skin on his boyfriend's face.

"You'll make me puke if you continue being sweet like that"

"Not against some puke. Got any videos of snake eating mice? Or rat? Or bunny? Or innocent animal? When you get snake I can be professional snake feeder y'know"

"We would need a home with large windows so that the snakes got loads of sunshine"

"Then we could have normal bed. Not bunk bed! I've never not had bunk bed! My head is so good at getting hit from upper bunk"

Janus let out a snort "Oh you're a twin. of course you've had a bunk bed. Fork found in kitchen" He motioned for Remus to hand him his tea back so he could finish it. (The demon had already downed his like a shot).

"We gonna have to make cage for snake and cage for the Virgil so he not running all around while we cuddle"

He choked on his tea "Dear please, the only one we're getting a cage for is you. The snake is getting a vivarium and I must hope that Vivzie has found his own place by then"

"By then?"

"By when you know we steal the crown jewels. By when we or if we move in together"

Remus made a showing of covering his face with his hands "Ough I thought we was joking around"

"Aww is your mustache blushing"

"Babe I can feel my anus blushing right now"

"Gross. But yeah.....Getting Virgil to move out to his own place would be possible innit? I mean it's not like I am going to cut contact with him. I will still most likely see him every week. I'm just worried for him sometimes since he- we can't stay codependent like this for forever"

The demon sucked in a big breathe to not say anything he wasn't supposed to, instead he nodded along and moved his arm a bit closer around his boyfriend "Yeah yeah totally. Virgil famously much reasonable"

"And it's not as if we are moving out tomorrow. Hell we only recently moved here. It will probably be a few years and who knows if we're still together by then"

"I will be on run from police for murder by then" Remus said it as if it was a joke.

"Obviously, but it's nice to speculate innit"

"Inn is yeah"

Janus stretched and let out a yawn "I let a guy blow me one time and here I am becoming sentimental"

His boyfriend gave him a quick kiss "If it was two times would that make you feel better about being sentimental?"

"Oh darlingggg. Very cute flirt right there but I think it is time for bed. I am nothing if not a man with the sleep schedule of a granny"

The computer was put down to the floor and the pillows re-floofed to be ready for sleep. Janus thought of getting up to put his pyjamas on but he was too lazy and decided to simply take his bathroom robe off and sleep in his underwear. To his surprise Remus let out a long "YOOOOOOOO" as soon as he untied the robe rope.

"You're being very subtle dear"

"Oh hell yeah man tiddies all night" He put his hand on Janus' chest "Honk honk"

"I am quite sure you've done that before"

"It never get not funny!"

Janus made him take off the choker as well since he wasn't sure if it was safe to sleep in, despite Remus assuring him that he had slept in it before. The two of them tried to find a comfortable sleeping position first with the demon spooning him before shifting around to Remus laying with his head against Jan's chest and his fingers laid inbetween his boyfriend's fatfolds.

He could feel Janus' rubbing his feet under the covers against his lower legs to warm them up. He looked up to his boyfriend's face and watched his eyelids start to droop ever so slowly.

"Jannie?" He whispered.

"Mhm?"

"What do you wanna do in the future? Like I dunno work with? Crimes most excited to commit?"

"...Well like my buddy James Baldwin said I don't dream of labor so I don't think I have a dream job.....But.." He chuckled which made his nose wrinkle "Oh this sounds bloody silly but I think working at those game stands at amusment parks and fairs could be fun. Tricking people out of their money, making little kids cry, getting to be all bitchy about it. Sounds good"

"I've never been at one of those amumments"

"I will take you some time. It would suit you lik-"

"LIKE A FIST UP AN ASS!"

"Inside voices dear, I'm falling asleep. But yes. Sadly I don't think those types of jobs pays well and it's mostly teenagers working them....I'm not good at academics enough to be a lawyer or social worker and I'm not socially acceptably pretty enough to work in fancy stories and sweet talk rich people into buying diamond necklaces...I'm not sure what I will do"

"You can trick old people out of money"

"I can trick old people out of money! Perfect! Case solved!" Janus turned his head towards him "What do you want to do?"

Remus could feel how his blood instantly ran cold and despite him opening his mouth words struggled to come out "I....I want to be with you"

Janus smiled and it only made him feel worse "That's sweet"

He pretend-nibbled on his boyfriend's skin "You're sweet"

"I'll see you in the morning" He gave his boyfriend a long soft kiss "Goodnight"

"Night night, sleep tight, don't let the cowboys bite"

Janus shuffled around under the covers until he was as close to his boyfriend as he could with their skin pressed together and their legs intertwined before closing his eyes.

The demon did not sleep that night. Instead he spent the hours trying in vain to copy each part of his boyfriend's image into his memory. His arm turned numb and tingly from Jan laying on top of it but he did not mind, nor did he mind when Jan began to snore or drool on the pillow. He lightly caressed his fingers against the edges of his human's face while careful not to wake him and swept the loose locs out of the way for his eyes.

Though the blinds were drawn Remus could still tell as the sun rose and shone in between the tiny gaps of fabric. The bitchass Angel would probably be back soon and he didn't want to have a piss off with him right now.

Remus leant forward and sprinkled soft kisses along Janus' naked back to wake him up. One of his eyes opened slightly and though his eyelid was drooping and his cheek red from being rubbed against the pillow and his lips twitching into a yawn, as soon as he saw Remus his eye lit up with a warm glow.

"Hey babe. I got a lesson with teacher Logan. I gotta go" Remus whispered.

"Mhmmm" Was all he could get out in response and the way his voice slurred it nearly sounded like a snake hiss which Remus couldn't help but chuckle at.

"I love you"

"mhmm love too"

Remus pressed one last kiss right under Janus' eye before climbing out of bed and left. For all he knew this was the last time he would ever see Janus before he had to kill him.

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To have the best chance to succesfully (and painlessly) kill Janus the demon should wait until Virgil was for sure out of the house again which meant waiting two days until his next overnight shift. Remus couldn't allow himself to start planning or thinking about how to kill Jan yet because if the plan was set in stone there was a risk that the angel would be able to sense it, and stop it.

As soon as Remus had left that apartment he had started beating his fists against any hard surface he could find until his knuckles bleed and after that he kicked anything sharp until his toes ached.

To stop his thoughts from even coming into existance he tried to go to a bar but since it was the early morning every place was closed. Having a lesson with Logan had just been a lie but if he had nothing else to do it might be a good idea. Somewhere at the back of his mind inbetween the braincells holding his favorite gore facts and the one constantly replaying Roman's screams a braincell reminded him that Logan had wanted him to come talk to him or something.

It started to rain as he trudged towards the college leaving his socks soggy inside of his shoes and his tanktop soaked by the time he arrived to the building. He and Logan didn't actually have a meeting planned today so he probably wouldn't even be there but if Remus broke into the office he could at least take a nap in there, or huff the deskglue.

He got ready to kick the door in but to his surprise it was unlocked and when he opened it he was met by Logan yelling out a "GosHdarnit" as he hit his head against the desk.

The older demon was hunched on the ground under his desk with his reading glasses on in an attempt to see clearer. Remus sat up on the desk like a gargoyle and stared at him.

"I believe my wedding ring fell off during our last meeting because I have not been able to locate it at my home" Logan explained before asking "What are you doing here? You are awfully wet"

In response Remus shook his head around like a dog splashing rainwater onto Logan's face. With his younger eyes Remus almost immediately saw the ring laying right next to where the man's knee was. He clapped his hands to get his attention before pointing at it.

A rare smile appeared on Logan's lips "Thanks for the assistance" He put the ring in his shirt pocket so it would be safe and sound on the way home "Since we are both here would you like to update me on how your relationship with the human is progressing"

Remus' tail instinctively curled itself around his leg and he felt a little nauseous. His hands felt too weak and his mind too stupid to sign so he simply did a dick sucking motioned.

Logan looked at him with doubt "Really?"

He nodded.

"When did this happen?"

He pointed to the ground to indicate now.

Logan drew his hand through his greying hair "To be honest I did not actually believe you would do it. You had already procrastinated for so long this is shocking" He walked an entire circle around his desk while processing it before asking "Do you want to kill him?"

Remus couldn't force himself to nod. He shook his head ever so slightly.

"Do you want him to die?"

He shook his head again.

The older demon looked him up and down "Do you want to return to Hell? Do you want to continue to be a succubi?"

'My brother' He began to sign but Logan grabbed his hands to stop him.

"I was not asking about your brother, I was asking what you want" He let go off his hands and waited for an answer.

His hands hung in the air for nearly a full minute before he signed 'I want my human to live'

Logan put his hand on the younger demon's shoulder "If so we should probably go talk to him"

Remus pointed towards the ground again as if to ask 'Now!?'

"Now, Yes. You know where he lives so you have to show me"

The younger demon stared at him listleesly with his tail hanging limp down to the floor before turning around and heading back out into the rain. Logan had to hurry after him while opening his umbrella.

"As far as I recall succubi do have the same heat sensitivity as other species so you really should wear a jacket"

Remus was too preoccupied by the slight but constant smell of nearby Succubi. He had gotten used to Logan's scent by now so it wasn't him he was smelling, it was someone- or several someones around the campus. He glanced to the older demon and with a look knew that he had noticed it too.

"It is nearing summer break and Colleges are usually filled with young people. It makes perfect logical sense for many succubi to gather here"

The wind picked up alongside the rain and Logan thought that perhaps the wind was carrying the scents with it. He shifted the umbrella to allow Remus to hide under it but he just kept walking without even looking at the umbrella.

It was a longer stretch of walk than Logan had thought and he was just about to suggest that they should fly to the place when an apartment complex appeared on the horizon among a thicket of roads containing varying office spaces and student housing.

"Is that the place?" He asked while wiping his glasses from the rain.

Remus nodded and moved to point at one of the older apartment buildings but as his arm moved Logan could visible see how the muscles in his arm tensed and stiffened followed by the rest of his body doing so. Logan felt the scent of another succubi nearby but it smelled just like any other succubi, still he began to ask

"Are you feeling oka-"

Before he had a chance to finish Remus suddenly took off into a sprint. It wasn't even a running sort of sprint, it was a maddening burst of energy that didn't even seem controllable.

Logan attempted to follow along in a jog but he lost sight of the demon almost immediately. All he could do was go towards the building that had been pointed out and search the floors until he found the apartment belonging to the human.

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Remus' lungs burnt equally from the smell as well as the running when he sprinted the last steps up to the 4th floor of the apartment building. It was the same floor that Janus lived on but he didn't think of that right now. He only thought of turning the corner to see where that overbearing familiar smell came from.

It was his brother.

The scent became so overwhelming his sight turned blurry when he finally saw his brother standing in the hallway. Everything around Roman disappeared. The keyhole of the door she was standing staring into didn't even register to Remus.

His hands moved to sign but he felt such relief all he could do was happy flap before forcing his fingers to stabilize 'R-O!!!'

His signs were big and shaky and his knees felt weak. His brother turned to him but his eyes were so blurry he couldn't read her expression.

'Im sorry for calling you a Patton!! I get it! Humans are fucking great! Im sorry! Ive missed you! Are you okay? Do you want to meet my boyfriend? His name is J-A-N-U-S! I cant wait for you to meet!'

All of it spilled out at once and he was sure there was more he should apologize for but!! Roman was here!!! He was safe!!!

Roman opened her arms and Remus ran to embrace his brother in a tight hug. She was so light that he nearly picked her up on accident, but instead he snuggled his head against her shoulder.

There was a sudden sharp prick against the back of Remus' neck and he automatically whacked his tail to get any potential bug away. But as soon as he did so his tail felt heavy like lead.

His whole body suddenly felt sloggish and he went from hugging Roman to gripping onto her to hold himself up.

Until his body shut down and he went completely limp. He fell back onto the floor with his back against the ground. Not even his eyes could blink.

Remus could only stare upwards to his brother. Roman hunched down next to him and showed the syringe she had been holding.

'Its safe, dont worry'

She put the still half full syringe away before signing

'I will fix this'

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HIHIII <33 HRUUUU i’m back again, god these assignments r so tiring, BUT ANYWHO! did u see the new blue lock episode w shidou?? lately i’ve been thinking of him being a papa as well.. how would he be like? :00

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hello darling<33 i hope you're taking care of yourself while working on those assignments! and omg no i haven't seen the episode yet i'm so behind on blue lock now after i picked up one piece and got obsessed with it 😭 but i have seen screenshots and oh my godd he is soo hot he makes me so feel all hot nervy<333

shidou is so competitive as a papa he's so ridiculous about it! you both would have a baby girl, and he's always turning everything into a contest. says things like “oh she likes it better when i feed her” “she likes the songs i sing more than yours” “hey hey tucking her in is MY job!!” then he'll get grumpy when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night. “see? you didn't give the lil thing enough fuckin' kisses when you should've, and now she's waking up the entire neighborhood.”

like. okay then 🙄 it makes him a very good papa tho<3

shidou also loooves carrying his little baby girl around. it's a comfort to him when his sweet lil child is safely in his arms, though he'll never admit that. whenever he's at home he's got his baby in his arms, and he talks to her like she's his best friend. like she understands everything he says.

and he doesn't hold back he'll cuss and shit talk and just tell her whatever's on his mind 💀 “today was fuckin’ awful, princess.” is the first thing he says when he walks into the house, and you think he's talking to you and you open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, only for him to walk past you and head to your daughter that's sitting in her feeding chair, waiting for you to fix her formula.

he unbuckles her and picks her up, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom with him while still talking to her like “can you believe what they did to daddy? daddy had a little fall, alright? tripped and fell cause his stupid damn teammates don't fuckin’ move outta the way. and the coach benched me! somethin’ about my leg — which is fine, as you can see — needing a break or whatnot. fuckin’ stupid. brain-dead fucking coach. can you believe it?”

and your baby's laughing, hopefully not picking up any of his foul language, slapping his shoulder and he just laughs along and thanks her for “getting the right idea” or whatever it's so hilarious and you shouldn't be condoning it but it's just too cute 😭

[lipglossanon]

OMG MY TUMBLR KEEPS CRASHING WHILE IM TRYING TO TYPE THIS OUT RAAHHHH anyways, i saw this edit earlier of a re4r mod that like, adjusts the camera and so there’s this one clip where u can see leon just straight up manspreading and it was so hot HES SO HOT i just wna sit on his lap and cockwarm the shit outta him, you feel me?

and ofc this is gna turn into another thirst for stepbro leon bc why else wld i be here 🤭 i just imagine like, leon trying to study for college exams or smth and reader is laying on his bed, scrolling on her phone, bored out of her mind before suddenly feeling that familiar neediness springing up when she looks over at leon, sat at his desk, studying his books and notes, man spreading a lil in his chair and looking so studious, and asks, “leon..can you take a break? i need you” she says while pouting but only gets a, “no, sweetheart, i’m sorry, but finals are coming up” (this just reminded me that i have finals coming up too NOOOO💔💔💔) and ofc she’s whining and making somewhat of a fuss abt it but is just getting ignored by him which slightly annoys her before she tosses her phone aside and gets him, crawling under his arms and sitting in his lap. at this point, leon just lets her do it since she isn’t really doing much. right? WRONG. she starts to quietly whine in his ear, talking abt how much she needs him and it gets to the point that it’s annoying him that he eventually grabs her by her throat with a mean glare and a slight squeeze

“you wanna be a needy slut, huh? want my cock so bad?”

and she just nods eagerly, thinking she finally got her way as he pulls his pants down, pulls her shorts and panties down to just hang off her ankle before sliding his cock into her already soaking wet hole before cooing at her with mock sympathy, “there, happy?” but she’s just too cockdrunk to pick up on it as she nods and tries to move against him, but before she can even move so much as an inch, he’s holding her hips harshly and bruises are probably going to show up later

“you have my cock, now be a good girl and sit still, or you won’t get anything”

and she’s on the verge of crying out about how unfair he’s being before she sees the look in his eyes, as if daring her to disobey him before she meekly nods and tries her best to not move around as leon goes back to studying, thrusting up occasionally just to get a little reaction out of her before going completely still again

😵‍💫😵‍💫 brainrot, SORRY IF ITS NOT GOOD I AM NOT A WRITER😓😓 i was also having thoughts abt exec!leon fucking virgin!reader bc i can not get that one part of the fic outta my head..but that’s gna hv to wait for another time bc i hv a 5 page rough draft to write for my writing class tomorrow😀😀👍

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🪷 anon, never apologize for writing because you’re brain has beautiful thoughts 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 (and like a link to that mod vid—for scientific purposes of course 😌 😜 )

And you wanna know what’s insane?? I’m literally in the middle of writing a cockwarming fic for stepdad Leon 😱 so surprise I guess *jazz hands* 😜

But oof Stepbro Leon making her sit there while he studies for finals 🥴 🥴 I’m gonna have to take this and add it to my list (which is predominantly Stepbro Leon; he got everyone in a chokehold 🤤)

Haha no worries!! Thank you for sharing cause that’s so hot like it’s not even funny 🥵 🥵 and exec Leon is way more popular than I thought he’d be (very pleasantly surprised! 💜) and good luck with your rough draft!!! 💕

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Proposal: Peppino is a really caring S/O, friend, husband, what have you, but he's really oblivious when someone's interested. No matter how much Gustavo flirted, showed special attention and affection to Pep, our lovely protagonist dismissed it as as Gus being really nice (which to be honest, he is).

Rotating this in my brain bc i am still thinking of how to characterize him in this way so thank u 🧡 This is also why i havent tried to do any real shipping content w him (cause i wanna do more stuff w him and the bosses)😭

🤔🤔🤔 I feel like hes not exactly oblivious. He can read a room and take a hint, but hes a little dense (a little bit!!!!). His indifference/lack of a reaction comes off as being completely unaware but in reality, he is thinking of Other Pressing Matters. Like. When traveling through the gnome forest for deliveries, hes very aware of them being Weird and Friendlier than usual (which in the past, HAS actually translated to some level of flirting) but he doesnt want to look too deep into it bc the forest is Hot and its full of Bugs and it makes him Itchy and Sweaty and hes Tired from delivering everything ON FOOT bc his stupid scooter and car cant drive on fucking GRASS.

Like hes Aware but he doesnt pay it any mind. Two to three strangers being sweet with him? Yeah sure that makes sense i guess. He’ll entertain them :) But like, the MAJORITY of his customers in this forest being equally weird and friendly? Maybe gnomes are just Like That. Gustavo is clearly a weird and friendly little guy. Dont think too hard about it 😊👍🏾 Hes got other shit to worry about.

So honestly Gus would be in hell trying to woo this fuckin man 😭 Not because hes not trying hard enough, and not bc Pep is so completely oblivious, but bc in this specific instance, Peppino is just a man stressed about 40 different things all at once, and allocating ANY of that brain power to determine if his friend it flirting or being friendly when Gustavo is just known to be very friendly to everyone is a waste of his precious, LIMITED mental energy 😭