#low key smut

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- MDNI- Warnings- overuse/incorrect use of prescription meds, angsty asf in places, scene of a medical procedure, heavy subject matter, some sexual tension. Reader, 26, Dr. Gojo 34- Grey's vibes - this chap, fingering, teasing, tension like a mf, use of prescription drugs, a character with a medical condition, light angst =͟͟͞♡ WC this chap- 6.5k

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Part Seven

It’s been a week now, since you’ve kissed Doctor Gojo, but he smiles at you every morning, his cerulean eyes drinking you in, he gets you a coffee and something for breakfast every morning. Every elevator ride he’s right next to you, shoulders brushing, hands aching to entwine. During surgeries with you he’s a calm guidance, a hand on your back to gently guide you as he leans over.

You can hardly handle not being with him, you can hardly handle not just kissing him again, especially after that night he took you home. You want to know more about him, about what made him how he is, a brilliant and damaged man, a man that you simultaneously admire and fear, for all he makes you feel.

“Good morning, intern.” He says now, it’s been seven days since you kissed those plump lips, seven days of longing to feel his fingers against your skin.

“Good morning, Doctor Gojo.” You say with a little smile, one that melts him completely.

It’s been seven days since Satoru got to kiss you, seven days since he ruined it all, since he ruined what was just starting. You’re constantly in his mind, he has to see you all day every day and not be able to touch you, kiss you, hold you. Miwa has already tried to hook up again, but Gojo turned her down flat, as he did anyone who even looks at him.

You may not be his, but you will be.

This morning he’s brought you a little breakfast sandwich, you smile gratefully at it, but he sees your dark circles worsening. “Getting any sleep?”

“Uh… no, I’m not.” You admit softly, sitting next to him at the cafeteria, surprising him then. Usually you sit just a little away, or run off to work, but you’re next to him, legs brushing over your scrubs, making his body tense. “Thank you for breakfast always, it’s very sweet.”

“It’s nothing, cafeteria food.” He says with a little smirk, and you sigh, giggling now, a sound that makes his heart falter.

“It’s thoughtful. I’ve been thinking, too, you know.”

“That’s dangerous.” You roll your eyes at him, Satoru sips his coffee, feeling his adderall kicking in, he’s been back to his normal dosages now, well what he considers normal. “Thinking of what, Miss Perfect?”

“I so am not that, stop it.” You nudge at him then, sighing and looking around noticing it’s relatively quiet in the hospital. “I was thinking I miss you.”

Satoru’s heart pounds in his chest now. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I see you every day and miss you, and it’s fucked.” You sigh now, shaking your head and running a hand through your hair, hair that Satoru longs to enwrap his hand in, pulling while he has you bent over. His thoughts are all over the place when it comes to you, some sweet, some lewd, some overwhelming.

You’re all he can think of.

“Of course you miss me.” He smirks and earns your glare, before he sighs, a serious look on his face, leaning close to you now. “What is it that you miss? Me touching your pretty body?” His whisper in your ear causes shivers to go down your spine, you’re trembling then with need. “Ah, that’s it.”

“You’re such an ass.” You say through gritted teeth, his laugh tickles your ear as he wraps an arm casually around the back of your chair.

“If you ask for something, anything? I’d give it to you.”

“Aside from decent answers and commitment?”

“Ouch.” He eases back, and you shake your head.

“I don’t know why I said anything.” You stand and he grabs your wrist, you look down at his big hand, veins pressing up from his thin, pale skin, thumb brushing on your inner wrist.

“I’m sorry, I do miss you too. In every way.” He looks up at you under snowy lashes, as you sigh now, looking away from his perfect face. “Every way.”

“Yeah?” You manage to breathe out, he nods just a bit. “Why do you have to look at me like that?”

“Like what, sweets?”

“Like all… intense Gojo like.” He snorts now, easing back his hand, leaning in the chair and looking up at you.

“Hard not to look at you.”

“These eye bags turning you on?” You tease, sitting back down, his hand comes to brush your lower back, making you gasp just a bit.

“Anything about you makes me insane.” You bite your lower lip, looking down at your lap, barely able to function around this man. “Especially love that shampoo you washed your hair with last night.”

“Strawberry really gets you going hmm?” 

You both laugh a bit then, so much unsaid and unknown lurking between you however, creating this… tension that’s so palpable.

“If you need me… you could utilize me you know.” You blink then.

“Utilize?”

“Mmhmm. Utilize my skills on your anatomy.”

“Jesus, Satoru.” He watches the color spark on your cheeks, smirking outwardly, but inside he’s dying for you, for any of you. “You think what, we could just… there’s no way.”

“If you need me I’m yours.”

“No chasing after infinity stones? At all?” Your eyes narrow a bit, assessing his face, which is far too serious for his teasing tone.

“None at all. I’d let you use me.” Your mind whirls, you shake your head quickly, sipping on your coffee, making your tummy flip with his images.

“You’re insane. Use you?”

“Mmhmm. Any way you wanted to. You work hard, you know.”

“I’m out.” You stand now, as he chuckles at you, mischievous little shit again, but you know there’s so much more, and his pull is irresistible. It’s not like you don’t know better, and it’s not like you’re giving in, but the idea of… cumming for him? You suddenly feel so hot you can’t take it.

He stands now too, walking with you to the elevator, god this elevator, where he stands too close, where his eyes get lidded, the first place you kissed. “Thoughts going through that pretty head?”

“You’re annoying, that’s the thoughts.”

“Hmm. And damaged.”

“Definitely.” You agree, earning his snort of amusement, as he turns and steps to you, backing you up until you’re against that elevator wall, his free hand on your waist, thumb brushing up, making you shiver. “You’re suggesting I what, fuck my frustration out on you? Where’s that lead?”

“I’d take any part of you, sweetheart.” His desperate words are your undoing, you yank him down, kissing him then, it’s desperate and messy and full of desire, before you pull back, as the elevator stops, and Satoru feels your heat against his thigh, pressed between yours.

“You’re the most toxic man.” You huff, shoving at him and stomping out, Satoru leans against the wall, head falling back, when you’re back inside, your coffee and sandwich not even in your hands somehow. The doors shut again, and you’re pressing the highest floor, shocking him. “You’d really just… get me off?”

“Oh I’d let you fuck my face any day baby.” You kiss him again, like a dam breaking, when he’s all over you, picking you up in his arms, your thighs are against his hips, making you grind eagerly as he groans, hand against the wall, holding you up as he nips your lower lips, pressing harder against you. Your cry makes your head fall back, his lips kissing up your throat.

“Fuck you, Satoru.” You grumble, gasping when he grabs your ass, pressing his cock against your eager cunt.

“Lemme make you cum.”

“Here!?”

“No… m’office…lemme feel her pulse around me, fuck.” You whimper then, breaths coming quicker and quicker.

“It doesn’t mean we’re good, though. I’m still m-mad. Just…”

“Be mad, but let me drink you.”

“Goddammit, ugh.” You’re eased down, dizzy as he presses the button to your floor, you try to compose yourself. “You’re infuriating.”

“I know.” Is all he says, softly now, brushing your hair back. “Meet me on break.”

He walks out and you’re shaking, he’s practically beaming, this ass of a man that you can’t stand, but also… love and want. Know he’s got issues out the ass, but fuck you want him, and could it just be sexual? You severely doubt it, not with how you feel as he kisses you, the energy altogether, but your pussy throbbing around nothing is trying to infiltrate your better judgement.

What a day it’s going to be.

“Someone just left a sandwich and coffee. Yum.” Maki says, her and Yuuta have split it in half, you can’t stop the laugh, an insane peal of laughter that makes half the hospital stare at you.

You’re losing your shit, aren’t you?

The day paces as it normally does, aside from stolen glances from a certain blue eyed ass of a man that was your boss. Was he really an ass, though? Or was he sweet, and damaged. But you’re not here to fix someone, not in that way, you want to fix people’s hands, their limbs, stitch them together, make them whole again. Not figuratively.

Literally.

You’re stitching up a patient as Maki walks in, pushing her glasses up just a bit on the bridge of her nose, observing. “You’re good at that now, damn.”

“Lots of suture duty.” You tease, rolling your eyes, smiling as you finish up and give the patient after care instructions. “How was it with Shoko?” You ask.

“Interesting, actually? I am surprised.” You both head to grab coffees, both failing to hold back your yawns.

“Right, I was so intrigued by it, too. Until…”

“Yeah, you’ve had a rough week.” She says, surprisingly soft, but she’s soft in places when it comes to her friends.

“It’s okay, I have to get through this. But thank you.” You hug her tightly, and then tense a bit when Satoru rounds the corner, some sugary concoction in his hand.

“How does he stay that thin?” She says, earning Gojo’s smirk.

“My ears are burning, talking about how handsome I am?” He says, brushing back his hair, back to his usual self, insufferable and cocky.

But you saw a different side of him, a side he clearly keeps hidden, and you hate how badly you want to unravel it, piece by piece, the mystery that is Doctor Gojo, that is Satoru. A carefree, unbothered and youthful man ninety percent of the time, a serious doctor nine percent, and one percent, a mess, vulnerable and distraught, tugging on your damn heart.

“Talking about how you have diabetes in your cup.” You tease then, and he gasps, hand to his chest.

“You two are like old ladies gossiping!”

“Says you.” You roll your eyes, and Maki looks between you both.

“I see something… over there.” She leaves you both now, and Satoru walks a little closer, sipping on his drink, you wipe off the little bit of foam on his lips, finger lingering too long.

“Messy.” You mumble, then he leans low, breath against your ear.

“You’re messy, from my very vivid memory.”

“Shush!” You’re heating up, when he pulls back, lips far too glossy and tempting, destroying you bit by bit.

“Office, meet me in ten.” He turns and walks off then, lanky body in those lavender scrubs and that white coat, you nervously look at your watch, noticing your heart rate is through the roof.

The moment you’re in there, the hunger just unleashes, his hands are all over, on your breasts over your scrubs and your bra, as you kiss him desperately, hand slipping under his scrub top, thumb along the soft white trail of his hair under his belly button. Hungry, desperate, devouring each other, until he’s picked you up, sitting you right on his desk, moaning

Satoru’s slipping his fingers under the stretchy waistband of your blue scrub pants, and once his finger brushes your soaked panties, you cry out softly, covering your mouth as he exhales, leaning further over you. “You’re soaked, sweetheart, you just stay this way?”

Around Satoru, yes, you do.

Your eyes roll back as his fingers brush up and down your panties, pressing even deeper. “G-god…” Is all you manage, letting your hand fall off your face to grip his white coat, pulling him so close. “F-feels so good…”

“Does it, baby?” He murmurs, slipping under them now, your breath is coming faster and faster, moaning softly when he finds your little clit, making your thighs tremble, your tummy clenching in desire. “Missed touching you, miss those pretty little moans.”

He kisses you as his finger rolls in circles, and when your lips connect it’s just too much, you feel too much for him, like something grabbing your heart, squeezing it like a vise. The tingles that shoot from his lips make you soak his fingers, long and cool pressing on your twitchy little clit, all while his mouth consumes you, his plush lips so pliant and hungry.

“Wanna cum f’me, pretty?” His husky words are too much, as you look into the swirling storms of those eyes, hips arching and rolling. But you’re too caught up then, as he slips a finger in, just looking at you.

Eyes that were black last week, dark and desolate, now so eager and bright, sparkling so brilliantly while he stretches you, one finger curling inside as he angles his arm. Eyes that filled with tears, the sadness as two tears had rolled down his cheeks, the desperation as those hands that are playing you gripped your face, mixing with all the pleasure he’s bringing.

“Look at you, fuck…” He’s whispering, and how he does look at you, like you’re everything and anything all at once.

“Satoru…” You’re tearing up as he makes you feel so good, kissing you again, you’re clinging to him while he’s kissing and licking up your neck to your ear, now pressing on the spongy little spot in your slick walls with two fingers. You hear it echoing in the office, how wet you are, as he nips your lower lip.

His cock is aching, tip leaking precum as he hears it, the squelching wetness of your overheated cunt on his fingers, your cheeks flushed so beautiful, eyes just glinting with tears. He pauses, breathless at the sight, all while you’re soaking his hand, his wrist even, as his other slips up the delicate curve of your back, watching you tremble, pressing your spot again and again.

“That’s it, let go for me.” He whispers, and you can’t then, you’re too invested, you’re too…

In love.

“Stop for a moment, please?” Satoru blinks snowy lashes in confusion for just a moment before he pulls back immediately, looking at you with concern.

“What is it, too rough?” He murmurs, so goddamn thoughtful it makes you cry more, and soon he’s panicking, as you’re shaking your head.

“God no, I want you so badly. It’s… I can’t do this casually. It’s too much, you’re so much.” You cup his face, watching the confusion as his fingers now rest on your waist once more, as he tries to control his breathing.

“Let me feel you cum, it’s all I need, we don’t have to sleep to-”

“No, it’s too much. Everything.” You take another breath, trailing a hand down his body, trying to calm your pounding heart, fingers brushing the soft material, your eyes lowering, sticky from tears.

“I’m sorry I said it. I am.” He whispers hoarsely, you shake your head then, taking a breath and resting your forehead on his chest.

“I forgive you, Satoru. I do.”

“Shit…” He exhales in relief, kissing you again, tiltitng your chin up, your head falls back as you cling to his shoulders, he drags you closer, until he’s right between your thighs. “You probably shouldn’t.”

“You just feel how you feel. I feel how I feel. It is different but…” Your hand cups his perfect face now, exhaling, breath tickling his lips, as he aches for you. “This deserves some sort of chance, but a real one. Not… me fucking you because I’m aching to. It can’t be that.”

“Do you want… more? To try for…”

“To try for you, yes. I want to. I want to… know you, Dr. Gojo, know every bit of you, not just what I have seen so far. I want the real you.” You say softly, as he feels his own emotions take hold of him.

Who has ever wanted to truly know Satoru Gojo, the man behind the pretty bright smile? Surely Suguru, but as for women, his experience has always been sexual, or just hateful in the case of Utahime. Friendship perhaps, but never the combination of friendship, of sex, of more, of you ripping open his soul with just a pretty look, god he just enjoyed hearing you breathe.

“Being without you is fucking torture.” He says softly, pulling you even more against him now, to where you can feel how much he wants you. “I’ll do anything for another chance, I’ll try… to open up.”

“That’s all I want, I don’t want to ‘fix you’ or change you, just know you.” You sniffle now, aching to speak those words, that you’re in love, but it’s insanity. “That's all I’ve wanted.”

“Then I promise, I’ll try to be… open. I promise. But… if you hate-”

“Shh.” You touch his lips with your fingertip now, shaking your head as you feel it, his insecurity, the most conceited man deep down is so terrified you will hate who he is. “It couldn’t be further from the truth of what I feel.”

Satoru’s left speechless at you, torn between making you cum, kissing you, holding you, fuck you have his head swimming, his mind whirling. “There’s a lot you don’t know, though. Or think you do.”

“And for me too. I… shit…” You feel it then, the stabbing pain that’s been blissfully gone, making you wince as he presses his fingers on it carefully, frowning at you.

“Hurting again? For how long?”

“Just this week. Not bad like before, more like… stabbing, ugh.”

“Hmm, stress probably doesn’t help. Stress like a pillhead doctor madly obsessed with you?”

“Satoru! Don’t call yourself that.” You whisper the words, head still throbbing, Satoru smiles just a bit. “No self deprecating humor.”

“None at all? Dick could help the headaches-”

“Satoru!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But it really could.” You glare as he chuckles, so happy to just have you in his arms, near him once more. “I can get you some more of that medicine if you need.”

“The one you shot in my ass cheek?” You raise a brow, and earn his more devious smile. “Actually it did help.”

“Still should scan it again soon, the tap should have helped longer.”

“I am under a lot of stress.” Both of your beepers go off then, and you two sigh, as he helps you down off the desk, now towering so tall over you, your head falls back to look at him while he caresses your lips longingly.

“A date, tonight, no matter what. Even if it’s three am. Promise me?” He asks softly, as your beepers go off again, but his arms are on either side of you, again his lips hovering. “You deserve one, a real one, not whatever we’ve been trying and failing royally at.”

“A real date, where we… talk.”

“Then-”

“Talk. We need to just talk, okay? Before…” You brush against him, making his nostrils flare, a teasing little smile under your lashes then. “Before more again.”

“Fuck. Yeah?”

“Yeah, better be a good date, been asking me all this time, hmm?” You dart away then, running out on him after a peck on his cheek, leaving him for just a few moments, trying to pull himself together.

This insane feeling for you, the fear of losing you, is all so much, he’s shaky when he grabs a bottle, hesitating just a bit. He doesn’t want to be fucked up tonight with you, he wants to be all there, but he knows he needs to have some, to be a perfect doctor, to help everyone in the best way he can.

Perfect Doctors can’t have shaky hands.

Perfect Doctors can’t have bad days.

Satoru Gojo is the perfect Doctor, and he can’t fuck up, but he doesn’t want to fuck up with you again, his heart can’t take it. He takes a xanax and puts it under his tongue rather than right up his nose, watching as his hands slowly stop shaking, as he slows his heart rate, the blood pressure dropping just a little, you have him so on edge and needy.

He sucks his fingers, just to taste more of you, that mixes with the sweet and bitter xanax, he’s not sure any two things really taste better, thoughts of snorting it right off your pussy fogging his damn brain. He smacks at his own cheek, shaking himself out of it, walking out to see you commanding a whole fucking room, you’re straddled right on a patient and pressing on their chest as the nurses wheel you.

God you’re fucking impeccable.

Satoru clears out of his obsession with you for just a moment, running in to help you, as your compressions tire your little arms out, you seem so small to him suddenly, on this huge guy pressing as quickly as you can. As they get him to the room you look at Satoru, face exhausted so clearly, he carefully touches your shoulder, fingers brushing against you.

“Let me take over, champ.”

“No I- oh look.” The patient is breathing now, blinking his eyes as he gasps, and sees you, his hands coming to your hips.

Satoru thinks of making his heart stop for good.

You blink rapidly, as the man relaxes, eyeing you with wide eyes then. “Oh my… I’m so sorry I… thank you!?”

“You’re welcome.” You smile softly, the man is probably as buff and probably as tall as Satoru if that’s possible, as you clear your throat and try to get his hands off your hips. “What’s your name, since we’re so personal now?”

He laughs just a bit, smile on his face so big, releasing you as Satoru helps you down, glaring at the patient that dares to try to rizz up his girl after almost dying, who the fuck is he. “Choso. I guess you’re now like my angel huh?”

“Oh no, not an angel.” You giggle a bit at him, at his sweet smile, feeling the absolute glare from Satoru at you as you put fingers to his pulse. “Choso, hmm, what happened? Do you remember?”

“I have a pretty bad heart, unfortunately.” He mumbles, slipping up his shirt to reveal his chest, with a line right down the center, making your own heart hurt for him, with his tired little smile. “It’s on borrowed time while I wait for another.”

“How young were you?” You touch his chest, and Satoru tries to observe you as a doctor, not as the girl he needs, so proud of you as you go over everything, fuck he barely even has direction for you.

You’re a perfect intern, already.

He wishes he was just a little more like you back when he interned, yeah you’re emotional, you are too invested, but he loves it about you, watching it all unfold as it unfortunately looks like the man is giving you heart eyes. Satoru switches to doctor mode, peering now at the medical records that get brought to him by Miwa, frowning then.

“You needed a heart a good two years ago.” Satoru murmurs softly, and you look over at him curiously, Choso smiles a bit, brushing back messy dark hair.

“I think your pretty intern is making my heart better.”

“Oh, no, stop that. Let’s get him on a heparin drip please?” You say to one of the nurses, who runs off while Satoru peers at his number on the list.

“He’s number two actually. So, you’ll have to get admitted, we should monitor this until one becomes available.” Satoru says, and Choso finally peels his violet eyes off you for a moment.

“It could be… too late though?”

“We’ll do everything we can to keep it beating until then. Let’s get a current ultrasound of his heart, see if there’s anything to prolong it.” You nod then, but Choso grabs your hand, and Satoru thinks of fucking his heart up for a split second, as you look down warmly at him.

“Can she do it?” He asks Satoru and he goes to say no, an ultrasound tech will, but you’re already speaking before his brain works.

“I can be here, if you want, but we do have ultrasound techs, they’re so amazing at it too.”

“Could you be?” You nod again, as you finally step out now, frowning as Satoru hands you the charts.

“Shit, he got this as a teen, no wonder. He’s… thirty. He’s so sweet, fuck I hope we can help him.”

“Sweet, huh?” He glares at you with those icy blue eyes, you laugh softly then, shaking your head as you further flip through the pages.

“Satoru, he’s just thankful I saved him. For now, at least.”

“Uh huh.”

“Silly.” You gently brush a hand up his arm, looking around at the bustling hospital, making his skin prick with goosebumps, looking at your pretty face, feeling so possessive he can’t stand it at the moment.

You’re not his.

Not yet.

Why would you choose him? What if someone comes along and promises the damn world to you, what if they want exactly as you do, would you leave him so far behind? How can he ask you to sacrifice so much, is he so selfish, truly, when it comes to you?

He is.

After getting the ultrasound, Satoru has you in his office for a much different reason than earlier, as you both study a teenage heart working overtime to pump through a grown man's body. “It's insane, it's still beating at this age, he clearly takes good care of his body.”

Satoru scowls at you, making you blink a bit and then snort at his statement. “Oh, you like his body huh?”

“You're cute when you’re jealous. Focus or no date, maybe I’ll go have a little dinner with-”

“You’re a brat, fine, intern you tell me the option I have here, because there’s really only one.” You sigh, standing in front of him, he rests his chin on your head, hands coming to your waist, possessively thinking of how only he should, as he inhales your sweet scent.

“An LAVD is his best option, it could give him up to a year or two? And with as high as he is on the list, it shouldn’t be too long. But then, all sorts of potential complications with the surgery.” Your fingers trace the ventricles, so tiny and dark on the scan, of the sweet man’s heart, hating this for him. “But you’ll do the surgery, right Satoru?”

“Of course I will.”

“If anyone can do it right, it’s you.” Your words make his heart falter, while he pulls you even tighter against him, enwrapping you.

“Of course I will, I’m not worried about the surgery, he also seems pretty tough, and a good will, that matters.”

“It’s not fair, though, is it?”

“None of it is, nothing that happens to anyone, sweetheart.” He kisses your temple, enjoying being near you again, how has something that just started become so special. “So, proceed with the LAVD? Or?”

“Monitor him for a couple of days first I think? Before the extreme.” You say softly, and Satoru nods then, pulling you tighter against him. “I’ll go over the options, he seems comfortable with me.”

“Very comfortable.” You laugh, shaking your head and turning around to look up at him, tapping at his pointy chin, then leaning up, hands slipping up his chest.

“He’s sweet and he needs something right now, if he’s comfortable with me, I’ll be there for him. But it doesn’t hurt to have a jealous Gojo.” You grin and wiggle your brows, gasping then as he grips you with his strong hands, leaning low.

“Should I show you how jealous?” He steps you until you’re against his wall, his thigh between yours, vivid images of you arched in his bed filling his mind.

“That date, remember? We have an hour until the shift ends, you gonna pick me up and everything from the house?”

“I sure will. Fine, go on and talk to him heartbreaker, I’ll see about having the staff order a device just in case he agrees. And then…” He kisses your lips again. “I’ll call you when I head to your house.”

“See you then, Doctor Gojo.” You smile as you slip off again, as he rests his head on the wall, the inner workings of his mind spinning in circles when you walk out, he pulls his bottle out of his jacket, wondering if he should have one more bar, but puts it back instead as Miwa walks in.

“Need anything before I head out, Doctor Gojo?” She asks, brightly bouncing up to him, he shakes his head, dismissing her with a little smile.

“I’m good, go home and relax.”

“Oh, I don’t mind helping… at all.” She trails her hand down Gojo’s stomach and he tenses, panicking as he looks over her shoulder, the door cracked open, how shitty would this even look. He grabs her wrist, noticing her flush of excitement.

“I said I’m good, Miwa.”

She pouts now. “You look so worked up, don’t you need a stress relief, you used to enjoy it.”

Satoru firmly takes her hand off, shaking his head. “I’m not interested.”

She looks like she’s about to cry then, irritating Gojo though he supposes he should feel… bad or something? He can’t bring himself to, maybe it’s the xanax but her tears don’t matter. “You’re not even with her though? The intern…”

“I will be.” He smiles then, sighing. “Keep it a secret but I’m in love.”

“In.. love!?”

“Mmm. Yeah shush though. Don’t ask again, mmkay sweets?” Satoru pats her head, firmly pushing her away, as gentle as he can. “Bye bye.” Satoru walks out, leaving her in tears, planning every damn detail of a real date with you as you go and talk to your intriguing new patient.

“Hello, angel.” You flush a bit at the handsome patient, clearly exhausted with dark circles, pale and drawn, but so bright and sweet.

“Well hello, Mr. Kamo.”

“Choso, please.”

“Choso, we have a couple options here. But I’m gonna be honest, they’re both a little risky.” You sit on the bed, just the edge of it near his hips, wires everywhere, monitors beeping with his weak heart. You try not to look as concerned as you feel for him.

“Be real with me, it’s a shitty heart.”’

“No! It did its job and more, but it’s past its prime. You took good care of it, I can tell.” You say with a little wink, earning his blush. “Lifting heavy?”

“Not too heavy, restricted in what I can do. But I try.”

“So, there’s something called an LAVD, a Left Ventricular assist device, basically it can help keep this heart here pumping until you get a transplant. It could be tomorrow, it could be months, you’re high up which is good!”

“But…”

“But, the surgery has got its own risk, we’d be operating on a weak heart.”

“And if I don’t?” You sigh, looking over at him, and he exhales. “Ah, it’s pretty bad huh?”

“It’s not great. Um… we have a few days of leeway at least if you stay and relax here for a bit, think of it, see if something comes.”

“So relaxing here.” He gestures to his wires, and you bite your lip, hating that something like this is happening.

“You’re so… positive.”

“Should I not be?” He smiles lazily, eyes on your lips for a moment, before they slide back up to your thigh. “Got the prettiest doctor ever.”

“You mean Doctor Gojo?” You tease.

“Not my type.” You both laugh, as he inhales from it, touching his chest, the monitor spiking just a bit.

“Flirting is making your heart race, Mr. Kamo.”

“Shit.” You both laugh softly again, you put your hand over his, covered in intricate tattoos.

“We will try everything to get you to live for the transplant, as best as we can, but it’s ultimately your decision. I’ll go over more with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds good, doc.”

“Mmm, weird not getting called ‘intern’. Have a good night, then, we’ll monitor you for now, try to get comfortable, okay?” You turn off the lights as dim as you can, handing him the remote. “There’s always Twilight Marathons on channel fifty five.”

“Oh shit, who doesn’t love that?”

You grin as he does. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Sure thing angel.” You roll your eyes, shutting the door quietly, as Satoru texts your phone, making it buzz.

Satoru: I’m off already, I’m going home to get ready. An hour sound good?

You: It’s actually happening!?!?

Satoru: Nothing’s stopping this shit.

You can’t stop the smile from hitting your lips, rushing to the locker room, and soon you’re throwing a million outfits all over the ground, as you yell out Maki’s name, she runs in, seeing you in just your panties whistling. “Damn baby, just stay home with me hmm?”

“Don’t tempt me, now.” You wink and then you both giggle, Yuuta and Toge walk by, and both blush and turn, but Toge runs off, earning you shaking your head and laughing softly.

“You’ll kill that poor boy with those titties.” Maki shuts the door thankfully, and you’re holding up several outfits. “The red top, it’s cold so wear that pretty puffy black jacket with the fur.”

“Oh god this is why I adore you.”

“Only good taste?” Maki sits in your chair, and you wiggle your bros.

“Love you for all sorts of reasons.”

“Ooh baby. No, that’s hot as fuck… those leggings… hmm what about thigh high boots?”

“Yes, shit! I was thinking it was too cold to be sexy, you’ve saved me.” Maki bends down to help you zip up, then you’re throwing the jacket as she dabs on a little makeup, some blush and gloss. 

“Damn you look good, like you slept four hours at least.”

“Bitch!” You both snort, as you work on brushing your hair, then hear the text, that Satoru is here. “Oh shit, I’m okay!?”

“You’re perfect. And hey…” She brushes your hair back carefully, serious Maki is here, not the joking and fun girl. You tense a bit at it, looking up curiously. “Just let yourself… know each other, okay? Sex is cool but…”

“No, I agree. I need to know him. We had sex so soon and…”

“I can’t blame you now.” She winks, and you blush, making your cheeks even brighter under the loose powder along your cheeks. “Allow yourself to feel, to have fun, but be careful.”

“Wise Maki, who knew!?”

“I am pretty amazing.” You hug her then, as the doorbell rings.

“You are. Shit, Toge may kill him, let me go!” You both dart down the stairs, as Toge scowls at Satoru, while he pats his head.

“Hey kiddo. And…” He pauses as you step down, exhaling at the sight of you, so gorgeous, you always are, but seeing you outside of scrubs addled him even further. Like some corny ass rom com from the nineties when you descend the old stairs of your home, leaving him breathless for a moment.

“Hey, Satoru. I’m ready.” You smile at him nervously, as he clears his throat, blush decorating the infamous ‘Dr. Hojo’s’ cheeks, as he opens his mouth and closes it, then opens it again.

“You look gorgeous, shit.” He manages, rubbing the back of his neck, as you shyly look down.

“Thank you, Satoru. You look handsome.” You take in his own appearance, so gorgeous as always, but he’s also got a thick winter coat over him, but it’s this fancy overcoat, looking so good on his lithe frame. His eyes sparkle, bright like you know them to, as he takes your hand, kissing the back of it. “All gentlemanly?”

“Trying to be, sweetheart. Are you ready?” You nod eagerly, as your friends watch you both a little cautiously, as you both walk out into the chilled snow night, nearly christmas, your house has little snowmen and lights, brightening the cool, clear night sky, as you see your breath while you walk to his car.

“It’s so warm, thank you!” You say once you’ve slid into the still running car, nice and toasty, he slides in, a hand on your thigh over your fleece leggings, leaning close to you, so close you taste his sweet breath.

“Are you ready for an actual date with me?” He teases, and you nod, when he eyes your glossy lips. “I need to know that flavor, for scientific purposes.”

“Oh, scientific?” You tease back, he just smirks, and you press a kiss, a quick one, that makes his arm wrap around you, hand at the small of your back, exhaling against them.

“Cherry vanilla.”

“You’re insane, yes!” He’s smirking a bit, big hand under your puffy jacket, pressing on the soft cotton of your sweater, as your arms wrap his neck. “So where is this date?”

“Surprise. Are you ready to go?” His thumb caresses your jaw, studying your heart wrenching beauty in the quiet car, humming with the motor, heat pouring on both of you, though the heat from your bodies far surpasses it.

“I’m ready, Dr. Gojo.”

To know him, to actually know him.

You’re more than ready.

And Satoru, with your taste on his lips, scent filling his car, the sight of you along with the feel of your thigh under his palm, and just how beautiful you are, you fill his every fucking sense. All he can think, over and over, is that he can’t fuck this up, he can’t fuck this chance at you up.

He has to be real, he has to open, finally, and hope that you’ll accept him, because he thinks it just might take him out if you don’t. Little does he know, the words of love threaten to spill with every breath, and you know it’s toxic, maybe bad patterns, but you’d take this man any damn way he was.

I am backkk, I know a few of you were really interested in this so I hope you enjoy where it goes. DON'T worry- Choso will be FINE he is a Denny Duquette reference (this is a Grey's AU aha) but a happy ending for him. I look forward to your comments and now these shouldn't be so far apart- I'm back on track hehe

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Hiiii bb🥺 can I pretty pls request rafe x bitchy!reader with the prompts “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.” And “Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”. Maybe this is their first time together and she’s being all smug and he shows just what he’s capable of? Love you doll🩷

Hi, my love!! But ofc!! I went with Frat!Rafe for this one and reader is implied to be an alternative sorority girl. Enemies to lovers, flirty banter, face fucking, bondage, cum swallowing, fingering, overstimulation, daddy kink, choking, biting, breeding kink, unprotected sex. 18+!!!!

“We are never going to happen, Cameron, give it up.” You scoff as you look down at your black and red perfectly, pointed nails.

“I’m not gonna give up until you admit I’m right.” Rafe smirks as he moves in closer to you. There’s only a few inches between you and his large frame and your back is up against the wall. He tracked you down at yet another party and stopped you in the hall. Like a moth to flame, he always seems to find you. “I know you want me.”

“No, that’s just what you tell yourself so you can justify this obsession you have with me.” You glance up at him long enough to throw him a glare before returning your attention to your nails. You’re careful not to let him see your eyes for too long because then he’ll know he’s right. You do want him.

For some fucking reason. You’re pretty much the only girl in your sorority he hasn’t fucked around with and you take great pleasure in not being added to that list. “Go find Heather or something, I’m sure she’s just dying to hop back on your shrimp dick.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Rafe grits his teeth as he closes the distance between you, his face is so close you can feel his breath on your skin and smell his expensive cologne. But you still don’t give him the time of day and it drives him insane. You’re not wrong, he’s obsessed with you. And it pisses him the fuck off. He’s tried every angle with you, the only reason he even started fucking your soririty sisters was for your attention. He will take what he can get, even if it’s negative. “You’re always fuckin’ bringing other bitches into it, are you really that jealous, baby?”

“Ha!” You throw your head back with a laugh, meeting his eyes with an icy gaze that goes straight to his cock. You’re not like any of the other girls on this entire island. Your thick eyeliner, glossy dark, red lips, and your chunky shoes have him so down bad he doesn’t even want to admit it to himself. “You’re fucking delusional, Cameron. I couldn’t give a shit less who your fuck of the night is.”

“Yeah? I think you’re lying.” Rafe gives you that fuck boy smirk that you wish so badly didn’t secretly work on you and it makes you want to slap him. His arm comes up on the wall by your head, caging you in and further enveloping you in his scent. He leans down so his lips are brushing the shell of your ear and it makes your stomach tighten. “I think you want me to fuck you so bad that it pisses you off.”

“Oh my fucking god! Do you ever shut up?!” You groan and throw your head back before trying to duck under his arm but Rafe’s free hand finding your hip keeps you in place.

���Nah.” Rafe chuckles as he tongues the inside of his cheek, his eyes roaming your face like he’s wondering what to do with you. “But I can think of several ways to shut your bratty ass up right now.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try.” Rafe looks down at you like the cat that caught a mouse as he loops his arm around your waist and hauls you down the hall toward one of the open rooms. He ushers you inside before slamming the door and then he slams your back against the wood.

“You have no idea what you just fucking asked for, little mouse.” Rafe chuckles darkly as his hand comes up to grip onto your chin, forcing eye contact. You try to shake your face free but his grip is too strong. That doesn’t stop you from trying as you glare at him through your lashes. You’re not giving in that easily. “Quit fighting it, just admit you fuckin’ want me.”

“Fucking make me, Cameron.” You thrash around in his hold, not even really trying to break free, just holding onto your pride. Your sharp nails come up to claw his wrist and it only makes his grip on your face tighten.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna have you fuckin’ begging for it.” The hand on your face laces into the back of your hair, using it as leverage to pull you to the middle of the room.

His free hand grips onto your throat and he pulls your face against his, mashing your lips together in a filthy kiss. You get lost in it for a moment but when his tongue forces its way into your mouth you clamp your teeth down on it. He hisses and pulls his head back, his eyes burning blue flames into yours as he looks down at you.

“I’m never going to beg for you. You stupid fucking asshole, you’re such a -” Your words are cut short when Rafe’s sneaker clad foot sweeps under your platform heels while he uses his grip on your head to manhandle you to your knees in front of him. You growl in the back of your throat and your fingers claw his wrists again. It only makes Rafe cock twitch.

“Maybe you aren’t a mouse after all, huh? You’re a feisty little kitty.” Rafe chuckles and grabs both of your wrists in one of his big hands, holding them tight in front of you. “And kitten’s need to be taught it’s not okay to scratch.”

“You’re a joke if you think you’re gonna be the one to tame me. All you frat boys are the same. Get your nut, and get out. Why do you think I haven’t fucked you already, dumb ass?!”

“You’re always calling me names, baby.” Rafe chuckles as he keeps your hands held in place and uses his free hand to undo his belt. You watch with wide eyes as he pulls it from the loops and when he brings it up to your wrists you hate that your pussy clenches at the thought of what he’s about to do. You half heartedly try to wiggle away as he loops the belt around your wrists, restraining you. “It’s funny cause after I’m done with you the only thing you’re going to remember is my name.”

“This is cute.” You snicker as you wiggle your wrists and shift on your knees, Rafe can’t take the chance of you getting up so he grips onto your hair again, ensuring you stay right where he wants you. “I really like this whole ‘daddy dom’ act you’re putting on, very convincing.”

“Didn’t I say I was done with your fuckin’ mouth?” Rafe uses his free hand to undo his button and zipper and you can’t help the way your eyes hone in on what he’s doing. You have to physically hold in a gasp at the sheer size of his cock when he pulls it out and strokes himself a few times.

“Now why don’t you be a good little slut and make it useful?” He tilts your head back with his grip on your hair and taps the head of his cock on your glossy lips. Some of the red stain streaks onto his tip and the sight drives him insane. “Gonna make such a fuckin’ mess of you. Open your bratty mouth.”

“Open my mouth? Okay, I’ll open my mouth to tell you that you’re-” Your sentence is cut short by Rafe’s cock slipping past your lips. He pushes his shaft all the way to the back of your throat, making you gag on it. He pulls back far enough for you to take a breath of air but as soon as you start to talk again he’s back down your throat.

“Now be a good little girl and fuckin’ suck it.” The horniness in your body is starting to overpower your will to rebel against what it wants. Rafe’s hand finds the back of your head so he can push you all the way down on his cock with your nose flush against his pelvis. It makes you gag and drool and he holds you there until you swallow around him. He pulls out to the tip and you swirl your tongue around in, making his eyes roll back with a moan. You instantly become addicted to the sound, wanting to hear more. You want to hear what he sounds like when he cumes and you’re so tired of pretending you don’t. He thrusts his hips forwards and starts to fuck your throat roughly. You wrap your lips tightly around him, gliding your tongue along his shaft as he uses your mouth. “Yeah, that’s what I’m tallkin’ about baby, knew there was a cock hungry slut underneath that bratty attitude.”

“Gonna cum down this pretty little throat and then I’m going to use that pussy as I please, yeah? Nod if you understand.” You nod the best you can with him brutally fucking your throat and it doesn’t take much more than that to have him stilling in your mouth. Rafe’s cum spills down your throat as he throws his head back and moans. “Fuck. Fuckin’ swallow it.”

You oblige him, swallowing every drop he gives you. Rafe looks down at you devilishly as he pulls you from his cock. He’s already half hard at the sight of you on your knees in front of him like this. Your lipgloss is smeared around your mouth and that meticulously done eyeliner is streaming down your cheeks. It doesn’t hurt that your hands are bound either.

“What are you staring at, weirdo?” You snark at him and Rafe grips onto your arms underneath your shoulders so he can toss you onto the bed.

“You still got that fuckin’ attitude?” Rafe smirks as he grabs onto your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, making your little skirt ride up and reveal your black thong. He runs his big hands down your thighs so he can push your skirt up further, making it pool around your hips. The wet spot that’s visible even in black makes him smirk. “What’s it gonna take to get you to stop being a brat? You need it fucked out of you? The dick you’ve been getting around here isn’t satisfying you?”

“Will you just stop being annoying and fuck me already?” You roll your eyes as you wiggle beneath him, your hands still being bound limiting your movements.

“Nah, cause’ I don’t want to just fuck you, princess. I want you to fuckin’ submit to me. Beg for it.”

“Seriously?” You whine and throw your head back but it just earns you a grip on your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talking to you.” Rafe’s voice holds a level of authority that makes your head spin. You really didn’t think he had all of this in him and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced in your life. His free hand comes up to push your panties to the side so he can run his fingers through your dripping slit. “I know you want it baby, you’re so wet f’me.”

“Yeah, because I want you to fuck me, okay?!” You huff out as you angle your hips to try and chase his fingers that he keeps just barely dipping into your entrance before denying you the pleasure.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, princess.” Rafe licks his lips as his fingers circle your clit agonizingly slow, making your clit pulse. “Beg.”

“Please.” You whimper out, so quietly that if Rafe wasn’t inches from your face he wouldn’t have heard it. He smirks at you and you feel his fingers circle your entrance again but this time he thrusts two knuckle-deep inside of you. He pumps them in and out of you while curling his fingers against your walls and it makes your back arch.

“Gonna make you cum on my fingers till you’re begging for my fuckin’ cock.” Rafe’s thumb finds your clit and presses hard circles on it in time with his thrusts and your walls clench around him. He roughly grabs the hem of your little lace top and pushes it over your tits, moaning at the sight of them. He leans down and takes one into his mouth and it has you tumbling into euphoria embarrassingly fast.

“Oh, fuck! I’m fucking cumming, oh my god.” You moan loudly as Rafe continues to fuck you with his fingers. He fucks you through it but just as you’re starting to come down from that high he brings you back to the top again. “Oh shit!”

“Yeah that’s right, slut. Gimme another one.” Rafe’s fingers move impossibly faster and he slides a third one inside you while the heel of his palm grinds against your clit as you come undone for him again. His fingers slow and your chest heaves as you come down from your second orgasm. You think he’s going to give you a break and finally fuck you. But his fingers start to pick up the pace again and you know you thought wrong. “One more.”

“I can’t, Rafe!” You writhe beneath him but he uses a hand to pin your hip to the bed. “Please just fuck me!”

“Yeah, that’s right, slut. Say my fuckin’ name. Say it while you cum on my fingers again.” You practically scream his name as you gush around his fingers and your entire body wracks with pleasure. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

Rafe pulls his fingers from you and brings them to his lips with a groan. He grabs onto the string of your panties and rips them down your legs before positioning himself between your legs with his cock in his hand. He taps his head against your over sensitive clit and it makes you gasp.

“Beg for my cock again, princess. Wanna hear it.” Rafe licks his plush bottom lip as he looks down at you through half lidded eyes. “Don’t even think about giving me an attitude either. I’ll jerk off and cum all over your pretty little skirt and leave you with nothing.”

“Please, Rafe, please fuck me? I wanna feel you buried deep inside me please -“ Rafe lines up with your entrance before pushing himself balls deep into your pussy in one hard thrust. “Oh, shiiiiit.”

“God fuckin’ damn.” Rafe moans as he pulls out of you to the tip before slamming back into you and fucking into you like a man possessed. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Pussy is squeezing me so good, baby.”

One of Rafe’s hands grips onto your hip so hard you’re sure there's going to be prints of his fingers tomorrow. The other hand grips onto your throat and squeezes, cutting off your airflow in the most delicious way. He leans down and crushes your lips with a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing with your own.

“Knew you’d look so pretty all split open on my cock.” Rafe chuckles as he grips onto your jaw and shakes your head from side to side. “Tell me you fuckin’ love this shit.”

“I love it, daddy, you’re so big.” Your voice is a breathy moan, a stark contrast to the way you were talking to him not so long ago. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“So you really did just need that little attitude fucked out of you, didn’t you, Princess?” Rafe shoves his face into your neck. He attacks your skin with little bites and sucks, surely leaving marks behind. You honestly hope he does. “Calling me daddy n’ shit, fuck. I’m gonna breed this fuckin’ pussy then everybody on this damn campus will know who owns your ass.”

“Oh god, fuck yes! Fill me up, please? Give me your cum, daddy!” Any and all attitude you had earlier on is completely erased from your mind. All you can think about is Rafe’s cock and how good he’s making you feel.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck you so full it’ll be dripping down your legs when we leave this party. I’m gonna take you back to my place and eat it outta you.” Rafe leans up on his knees and grabs his belt binding your wrists with both his hands. He props both of his knees under your ass so your hips are angled and then he pulls you down on his cock over and over again like a rag doll. “Then I’m gonna fill you again and again until it’s dripping out for days. You’re mine now, baby. Say it and I’ll make you cum again.”

“I’m yours, Rafe!” You whine as you try to meet his erratic thrusts but he’s bouncing you on his cock so fast you can hardly think. That coil in your stomach is wound so tight it’s about to explode. Your hands fly up and grip onto Rafe’s wrist for purchase, your nails digging into his skin making his cock twitch inside you. “God, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, that’s it baby, cum all over daddy’s big cock.” It only takes a few more pumps of his cock against your sweet spot to have your walls convulsing around him. You throw your head back with a loud moan of Rafe’s name, making your back arch and your tits jiggle beautifully. It's enough to have Rafe’s cock pulse while he cums right along with you, spilling ropes of his thick cum into your walls.

He doesn’t stop fucking you until you both come down from your highs and then he’s gently unbinding your hands from his belt. The minute your hands are free your body falls limp on the bed from exhaustion and Rafe chuckles as he looks down at you fondly.

“What’re you laughing at, jerk?” You roll your eyes and groan.

“Nothin’ you’re just cute, s’all.” Rafe chuckles again and you look at him in the eyes through your tired lashes. “I like you like this. All fucked out and covered in my cum. You still got that attitude, though.”

“Yeah? Well I don’t think it’s going anywhere anytime soon, dickhead.” You giggle and throw him a playful glare that he returns with a genuine smile. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Oh? Well it looks like I’ll just have to keep trying to get you to be nice to me then, huh?” Rafe plops down on his side next to you, letting his pointer finger gently caress the side of your face. “Plus, I kinda like it when you’re mean to me. It gets me going.”

“Oh my god! You’re so annoying.” You laugh and Rafe joins in before leaning over to kiss you so gently it surprises you. When he pulls back he holds your face in his hands and looks at you so sweetly it makes you feel like you’re going to puke.

“I definitely want to see you all fucked out and sweetly begging for me some more though.” Rafe bites his lip as he looks down at you. “Lemme take you home, yeah? Then maybe tomorrow I can take you on a date?”

“A date?” You scoff out a laugh and raise your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I’ve obviously been trying to hit this entire time. But if you would’ve given me to the time of day before biting my head off, you’d know I’ve been trynna ask your little ass out in a date for weeks now.” Rafe rolls his eyes playfully as he squishes your cheeks together with his fingers. “So, what do you say?”

“You know what? Fuck it.” You push yourself up on your elbows with a grin. “Let’s go on a fucking date, asshole.”

“Alright then, brat.” Rafe leans down and presses a messy kiss on your lips. “Get your ass up and get dressed so I can take you home with me. It’s a date.”

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Divider by @anitalenia

[wandaslovey]

𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀

➺ mommy!wanda x reader

not my gif

wc ~ 1.9k

cw: fluff that turns into smut, mommy kink, cunnilingus (r receiving)

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you have your hand clasped over your mouth to try and silence your breathing. you inhale slowly through your nose, willing yourself to get a grip on yourself.

“5…”

“4…”

“3…”

“2…”

“…1”

you hear wanda reach the end of her countdown, her voice raising half an octave as she calls out the number one.

“alright little dove, here i come..” she calls out in a sing song voice. her tone was tantalizing and teasing, only heightening your excitement and adrenaline as you hide in the big cabinet built into the kitchen island.

“now where, oh where, is my little one hiding…”

you can barely hear her footsteps as she walks through the first floor of the house, her voice sounding a little muffled and far away from where she was currently standing.

“are you going to make it harder for mommy this time? you know it’s never very fun when you just let me win,” she taunts, her voice sounding a little bit closer than before. you hear her throw open the pantry door, her first guess as to where you might be hiding. she makes a small noise that sounds like approval. “oh good, not here in the pantry. looks like you learned your lesson from last time… although, i think you wanted me to catch you in there.. you didn’t even struggle, not even a little.” her voice was wicked and teasing. she loved to taunt you. you hear her walk closer to your hiding spot. you hug your knees tighter against your chest, your heart running a hundred miles per hour.

“are you in.. here?” she calls, opening the door to the supply closet adjacent to the kitchen. “hmm..crafty little dove. i swore i heard you here rustling around.” she shuts the closet door. you breath out a small sigh of relief, thinking maybe you really did outsmart her this time. you lean your head back, miscalculating your position inside the already small space, the sound of your head hitting the wood resounding through the otherwise quiet kitchen.

you hear wanda make a mock gasp of surprise and you instantly straighten up in your hiding spot, your arms wrapped so tightly around your legs as if you hugged them tight enough, it would protect you from being found.

she walks around the kitchen island, chuckling to herself as she kneels in front of the cabinet you were hiding inside. “malen’kaya ptichka…nowhere to run, my darling.” she pauses and then all at once, throws the cabinet doors open, a victorious grin on her face. “aha! there you are.. how did you fit inside here malyshka?” she marvels, looking around the enclosed space that normally houses the pots and pans. you look at her, your expression that of a bashful child who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“i..i moved them..” you stutter out in a small voice. your were a bit breathless, your cheeks a little flushed from the adrenaline currently coursing through your body.

“oh? before we even started playing? you sneaky little thing… you planned this didn’t you?”

your cheeks blush a deeper shade of pink as you nod your head, a cheeky little smile threatening to crack across your face at your own innovativeness.

“hmm, very clever little dove.. but it’s time to come out now. mommy’s found you, and now she wants to claim her prize…” her voice is alluring and for a second you contemplate obeying, but figure it would be more fun if she forcibly removed you from your hiding place. you make a show of resting your back against the wall of the cabinet, settling yourself as if to get comfortable in your spot. “don’t want to..” you say stubbornly, your chin jutting out.

“what do you mean ‘you don’t want to’? .. you’re really going to make mommy pull you out?” her eyes glaze over with a mixture of amusement and sternness. she always did find your cheeky attitude endearing, but she also had to keep you in line. she wouldn’t ever let you forget your place. you nod your head in silent response to her question, your face fixed in faux determination (it was really just stubbornness).

“oh really? you’re not going to like it if i do..” she warns, scooting her kneeling form closer to the opening of the cabinet. even though it was futile, you try your best to worm your way back into the corner, scooting away from her small advance.

“did you just scoot away from me? you’re such a brat. come…here,” she grunts gently as she reaches in and pulls you out of your corner mid sentence. as she drags you out, she picks you up, intent on setting you on the countertop. you fight against her hold half-heartedly, not really trying as you wanted to get caught in the first place. “it was a clever spot, i’ll admit. but don’t think you won’t have to put all that kitchenware back after i’m done with you.” she ignores your protests and sets you on top of the counter nudging your thighs open so she can stand between your legs.

“mommy wants easier access,” she offers as a brief explanation. “access to what?” you ask meekly, feigning ignorance as you easily slip into your roll as her innocent little girl. “to what?” she echoes, her voice dropping an octave. “do you even need to ask, milaya?” she then leans in, capturing your lips with hers as she plants not one or two, but three chaste kisses on your lips, humming against them as she does so. her hands resting just above your bent knees slide up your naked thighs, pushing your already short dress even higher. you squirm under wanda’s attention, which doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

“mm, someone’s getting a little squirmy.” she pulls back briefly, admiring the sight of you already slowly unraveling. she leans back in, kissing you again. “fuck, you taste good,” she moans softly into your mouth, one of her hands squeezing your soft thighs. you whimper, your panties quickly becoming wet with her ministrations. she tuts and pulls away.

“awwh, what’s the matter sweetheart?” you whine at her feigned ignorance, your legs kicking out petulantly. “you’re being mean..” her face twists into a fake sympathetic frown. “mean? i have no idea what you’re talking about. you like mommy’s kisses, don’t you?” her hand then slips under the very bottom of your dress, her fingers grazing over your panties. you frown, wriggling backwards away from her as she continues to tease you. she chuckles at your silly little attempt to escape her, her hands already hooking under the backs of your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the countertop. “come back here..” her eyes were darkening, flecks of green only visible here and there between the blackness. you can feel your own slickness now dripping onto your thighs, your panties already soaked through. with your legs open around wanda’s frame, you could both smell a hint of your arousal.

“don’t think you’re going anywhere.. mommy played your little game and found you, and now.. mommy’s..going..to..devour you…” she speaks slowly, emphasizing each word as she leans down until your lips are pressed together. she kisses you passionately, her desire for you evident in the kiss. her tongue slips into your mouth, forcing it open as she dominates the kiss. her teeth then bite into your bottom lip, her fingers hooking onto your panties. you moan, feeling her teeth tug on your bottom lip before releasing it. she fights with the material of your panties for a moment, your position on the counter making it difficult to take them off. she groans in frustration before bunching the material together at one side and ripping them off forcefully. you gasp in surprise, her sudden roughness catching you a little off guard. she quickly discards the soiled material, tossing it to the side. your legs press against her sides, your cunt dripping and aching for her touch. she mashes her lips against yours once more, her fingers dragging along your inner thigh before sliding to your core to feel your wetness. she hums her approval, the vibrations lightly tickling your lips. her thumb swirls around your clit a few times as two more of her fingers tease your entrance, gliding up and down your opening. she pulls away from your lips panting, hardly taking a second to breathe before she’s leaning down and her mouth is on your cunt. she licks a firm stripe up your dripping slit, her mouth closing around your clit as she sucks it into her mouth. you moan, your body arching into her face as your hands desperately grasp at the edges of the countertop. your legs threaten to close at the sudden intense stimulation. “nuh uh, you be a good girl and keep these legs open for me, hm?” her tongue swirls and prods at your pussy, never letting up for a second no matter the volume of your squeaks and whimpers. she then thrusts her tongue into your hole, effectively fucking you with it. she occasionally abandons the motion but only to swipe her tongue back up to your sensitive little nub. she shakes her head back and forth, all but moaning into you as she, well… devours you.

you feel that familiar coil in your belly, your hips steadily rutting against her face. her hands hold your hips firmly, her fingernails sure to leave crescent shaped marks once she finally lets you go. “ahh- mommy! i’m gonna cum! fuck- i wanna cum! please!” you whine, your hips bucking more wildly as you chase your high. she chuckles darkly against you, the sound muffled with her head stuffed between your legs. you can hear the embarrassingly wet sloshing sounds as she laps at your drenched pussy. she ignores your pleas, knowing you won’t cum until given permission. “mommy- mommy please! let me cum!” you could feel the coil about to snap and you knew that unless she stopped, you were going to cum without her permission. “cum for me, pretty girl. cum for mommy.” she encourages, her hands still squeezing your hips to try and still your erratic movements. at last, you allow yourself to fly over the edge, the coil finally snapping as you cum all over her pretty face. her hands hold you firmly, her tongue not letting up until she was sure she dragged out every possible morsel of pleasure from you. you whimper and whine, her tongue slowly licking up your now overstimulated cunt. “too much mama…too sensitive,” you mewl, your hands gently pushing against her head.

she hums, placing one final kiss on your clit before taking your hands in hers and kissing them both. she straightens up, standing before you with a satisfied smile on her face. she places a quick kiss against your lips before helping maneuver your body so you dress was back over your bum, now covering your unclothed center. “thank you mommy..” you murmur gently as you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her close. “for what, honey?” she tilts her head, unsure what you were thanking her for. “for loving me like you do..” you smile cutely at her, your head slightly bowed as you peak up at her through your lashes.

“oh detka, we’re just getting started…”

[writingbluerose]

TWST DRABBLE #16 ( nsfw-ish )

uhhhh something something, Idia in his groom outfit :

You loved Idia, you loved his personality, his looks, everything about him. And that's exactly why you've been kissing him endlessly for about an hour with no sign of stopping

You initially started all this because today Idia's been kidnapped by a ghost bride who wanted to marry him because he, miraculously, checked all her boxes for an ideal husband. After he was rescued and safe in your arms, you got the opportunity to look at him closer, rather, you wanted to look closer at how good he looked in that groom suit of his. You didn't give him a chance to take it off as you quickly positioned yourself in his lap and started kissing him eagerly

Idia was sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs locked around his waist, hands around his neck. His hair was fully pink, just like his face and puffed lips. “W-wait! Too many attacks at once —*kiss* — you're doing critical damage!” Despite his protests, Idia's hands were gripping at your waist tightly, a signal that he did not, in fact, want you to stop. His suit was getting tighter with each time you planted a kiss on his lips.

“Y/N-! C-come on! Too many ki-kisses” Idia gasped between the kisses as you refused to let go “Shh, come now, I'm taking care of you. It's your fault for wearing this you know? Now I can't get off of you” His hair flared up in embarrassment as you noticed the reddish tips burning little hearts at the end. He liked this waaay too much for his own good ;

Suddenly, his whole body jolted when your tongue made contact with his lips, your eyes looking straight into his while repeating the motion until he slightly whimpered and opened his mouth for you. His grip tightened while small groans and moans left his mouth every time he felt your tongue going too deep. Leaning into him more, your fingers grabbed at his hair and undid his braid, grabbing a fistful of it, closing the space between your clothed bodies. Soon enough, he fell on the bed with you still on top of him, never ceasing your kissing.

Your lips left his and started kissing under his chin. Feeling your kisses, Idia eagerly started undoing his tie to allow you more access. Once you found his exposed neck you started kissing and biting making him whimper and slightly jolt every time you bit. But to his surprise, he suddenly felt you grinding against him, which made his whole body jolt forward letting out something between a moan and a groan. You continued your ministrations until Idia felt like he was about to combust from the hotness of his skin “W-wait! Please- just le-let me get this off!” “Aww, already?” He nodded and, albeit begrudgingly, you got off him.

After he took his suit off, he turned to you and without any warning he came closer and pinned you to the bed, with him on top of you this time. He grinned at you victoriously : “Whee hee hee I got you this time, pretty thing” He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a very messy kiss, drool coming out of both of your mouths. Soon enough, you felt Idia grinding against you in return to your earlier teasing, though his pace was slightly faster than yours, the sound of his ragged breaths close to your ears

It was going to be a very long night

[rubiehart]

bsf!jj who seeks out and sleeps with girls with your name, just so he can moan it with no consequences.

he’d fucked up more times that he’d like to admit, whimpering out his best friend’s name instead of the girl who had her lips wrapped around his leaking cock in the chateau guest room.

most of the time it’d end with the girl walking out in an angry fit, slamming the door to the old rickety shack on the marsh, the sound of her shouts echoing over the water and the bang of her car door drowning out jj’s pleas for her to stay.

after many, many angry protests from the pogues about being awoken in the middle of the night. he decided to do something about the problem. in his pea sized brain, this was the most logical.

he’d slithered his way into a conversation with a group of tourons and pogues, watching the girl across the bonfire who he knew shared your name, turning on the charm and strolling over situate himself on the piece of driftwood with the girl, already showing that confident smile that made you weak.

she was hooked, understandably. you watched across the bonfire, biting your tongue to conceal your disapproving scowl towards the girl who was hanging off of his arm, his skin glowing in the warm light from the flames as he laughed at whatever stupid joke she made. you were funnier. you pushed the thought away and tuned back into whatever kiara was saying, she raised an eyebrow at your antics but left it at that.

you’d stumbled back to the chateau after having had a few too many, you’d plonked yourself down onto the pull out couch and knocked out.

you reached up to rub a groggy hand over your eyes, eyes watching the streak of moonlight that peaked through the tangled blinds of the chateau windows, illuminating the cluttered coffee table, and highlighting the guest bedroom door.

you could hear faint banging and voices, but you couldn’t make out much in your state, you leaned up onto your elbows and willed yourself to focus on the sounds, knitting your eyebrows together as you concentrated.

your breath hitched as the sounds came into focus, slightly muffled through the thin walls. “jesus y/n…” he let out in a strained voice, the bangs against the wall picking up the pace.

your blood roared in your ears and your palms became clammy against the pillow you’d been unconsciously gripping, as all the pieces clicked into place.

you pulled the poor excuse for a throw blanket over your bottom half as an idea sprung. why not take advantage of this moment? no one would know.

you told yourself this as you snaked your hand under your shorts, teasing yourself over your panties, as another series of curses accompanied with your name echoed throughout the old shack.

you felt yourself soak through your panties in a matter of seconds, dipping down to circle your clit skillfully under the drenched material, gripping the cushion with the other hand as you tried your best to tune out the lucky girl’s moans and only focus on jj. moaning your name. his bestfriend’s name.

you felt yourself getting closer as the bangs got louder and more miscalculated by the second and his groans more desperate as you slid your fingers through your sticky folds, and desperately shoving two fingers into your clenching cunt, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to conceal your moans.

you threw your head back against the beat up cushion as you reached your climax, little whines leaving your swollen lips as the sticky white ran down your fingers and coated your knuckles, the pace of the banging slowed, quiet pants coming from the room down the hall, as you pulled your fingers out of your shorts and sucked them clean. one day that would be you, you swore.

[definitelynotanalien]

Teammate!Chigiri who always gives the nicest compliments after practice, always making you feel so happy even when you’ve had a horrible training session

Teammate!Chigiri who’s such a sweetheart, making pleasant conversation about your families before a match, and telling you about his older sister

Teammate!Chigiri who gives you the nicest passes during games, and always comes back to help defend

Teammate!Chigiri who you talk with every once in a while after a match

Teammate!Chigiri who asks about you, and your interests, and listens thoroughly, noting down every little detail you mention

Teammate!Chigiri who gives you a small trinket of a character you once vaguely mentioned liking, it’s a cute keychain that matches one on his bag, he’s so considerate

Teammate!Chigiri who’s such a nice guy, even when he snickers when your other teammates are being yelled at

Teammate!Chigiri who you start to hang out with more, afterall he’s such a kind person and he’s so fun to tak to

Teammate!Chigiri who gives you his full haircare routine when you mention thinking it’s shiny, and he even lets you touch it! Something that Reo and Nagi spare side glances about

Teammate!Chigiri who you speak with almost everyday, texting frequently and casually

Teammate!Chigiri who is honestly such a cutie pie, always supporting you whenever you’re down

Teammate!Chigiri who you have a small crush on, but you can’t help it! He’s just so sweet and kind, and he really seems to care about you

Teammate!Chigiri who notices your feelings, but never acknowledges them, he only continues with his previous routine of complimenting you

Teammate!Chigiri who you usually talk with before matches, notices you chatting to some other guy on the team

Teammate!Chigiri who glares from the other side of the room as you excitedly talk to one of his NPC teammates, rolling his eyes whenever you glance at him

Teammate!Chigiri who continues to stare at you angrily, before storming towards your direction

Teammate!Chigiri who abruptly yanks you off to the side, dragging you into a random janitorial closet and pinning you against the wall

Teammate!Chigiri who’s jealous, so so jealous, and takes it out on you

Teammate!Chigiri who snarls as he fingers you, degrading you oh so nicely as he relentlessly teases you

Teammate!Chigiri who insults you for trying to get another man’s attention, and pounds you quickly. You scramble, trying to object, and he shuts you up with a messy kiss

Teammate!Chigiri who lets you moan into his mouth, being gracious and letting you stifle your noises

Teammate!Chigiri who calls you loud, and asks if you’re such a desperate whore that you want to be caught

Teammate!Chigiri who grins as you make a desperate groan at his words, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes

Teammate!Chigiri who pinches your clit, fiddling with the bundle of nerves as you whine deliciously

Teammate!Chigiri who removes his hand just before you release, and stares victoriously at you as you squirm

Teammate!Chigiri who contemplates removing his knee from between your thighs, but just can’t do it as you desperately rub yourself on it

Teammate!Chigiri who returns to his actions, starting to tease you yet again

Teammate!Chigiri who seems to repeat this for hours, pulling away just before you gain your ultimate pleasure, and smirking down at you

Teammate!Chigiri who kisses away your frustrated tears, as you start to try to please yourself with his leg once again

Teammate!Chigiri who feels his fingers getting rather sore, and since you look so edible right now decides to go another way

Teammate!Chigiri who pulls down his training shorts, your pants being long abandoned on the side, and starts to desperately nail into you

Teammate!Chigiri who seems to grow even harder as you groan in pain at the readjustment, desperately grabbing at his hair by now

Teammate!Chigiri who goes wild as he pounds into you like an animal in heat, biting at your neck and shoulders widely, even through the pliable material of your shirt

Teammate!Chigiri who smiles cruelly as the two of you finally get your release and you start weeping tears of pleasure, your frustration abandoned as you pull him into a deep salty kiss

Teammate!Chigiri who licks your tears off your face, and starts to slowly go in and out of you again

Teammate!Chigiri who laughs as you scramble to think, weakly clawing at him

Teammate!Chigiri who kisses you so tenderly it feels like he isn’t mad at you anymore, but that’s a lie, he’s still angry enough for a few more rounds

Teammate!Chigiri who’s honestly such a sweetheart, but also such a sadist

[b0n3s-is-gay]

Winter/Christmas with the Gang: How they'd spend it with you (Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto)

Master list: Here

Darrel "Darry" Curtis:

Kisses under the mistletoe, slow kisses under the cover of warm light from the christmas tree

Wrapping gifts together! Buying gifts for the gang with the money you two pooled together. He'll either listen to the radio with you, watch christmas specials while wrapping, or he'll tell funny stories revolving around the holiday.

If it's after the events of the book, you two head out to Johnny and Dally's graves. You light candles and sit out there with the gang, spending time with the two kids until you're reminded of the December chill and your own humanity.

Christmas Day, you sit with Darry, cuddled on his lap so he can't be like that dad with the trash bag on Christmas day/eve.

If you two get carollers, which you probably won't because of where you live, you'll stand with him and his brothers (if they're not too tired) and listen.

Decorating with him and his brothers, it's soft and domestic. It reminds him of how he used to decorate the tree and the house with their parents.

Throwing flour at one another when baking christmas treats. It's nice to make him let loose with the holiday, even when you're goofing off with the gingerbread.

If a smell were to describe the winter months with him, It'd be Nutmeg and vanilla

Keith "Two-bit" Mathews

Mickey Mouse Christmas specials while cuddling. Any animated show like, Charlie Brown, that has a christmas special, you bet you're watching it.

Christmas day, you either spend the morning with his mom and sister or the Curtis gang. There is no in between. He's either spending it with his sister and mom who put up with him or he's getting shit faced at the Curtis House while enjoying the day.

"I wish you'd suck me like that candy cane" "Maybe I will, but wrap it in a bow first."

When (if) you or the curtis brothers make eggnog, he spikes it. No reason at all other than Christmas cheer.

After the events of the book, if you two go see Johnny and Dally, he's quiet. He talks to Johnny, telling him about how his mother and father got arrested. When he talks to Dally, he pours a beer for him and talks to him about everything from how Ponyboy is doing to joking with him (I like to think they were really close when Dally wasn't a hard ass).

When you open gifts from him, there's always one joke gift. It could be a card with monopoly money to a box with an I.O.U for a gift (He gives you the gift afterwords.)

If it snows, he's going to throw some at you. Throw one back. Build a Snow man that looks like Two-bit and he'll build one that looks like you.

If there was a scent to describe this, it'd be aged whiskey and mint.

Dallas "Dally" Winston:

For starters, don't expect your gift to be bought. It's stolen, it's all stolen.

When it comes to Christmas, he's the Grinch. If someone slips on ice, especially a Soc, he's smiling like a mother fucker like he's the one putting ice around.

Winter time, especially Christmas time, you bet your ass you're spending it with either Johnny and Ponyboy or the whole gang as they are his family (as much family as a guy like him has).

If you get him a sweater, he'll wear it but only in the comfort of his room at Bucks. He loves you, but no, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing it in public as he doesn't want people to think he's getting soft (he has).

Christmas eve, you're in his arms while humming christmas tunes. He'll tell you to be quiet, but he doesn't mean it... It's nice, it's domestic...

If you're baking a cake or something of the sort, he's either smacking your ass or hugging you from behind. There is no in between as this man either does it all or does nothing too much.

Three words, Hot Coco Kisses. Kiss him after you take a sip, he'll deepen the kiss for the full flavor. He'll do this for just about holiday sweet you eat because why not? I personally think he likes winter treats

If there was a scent to describe his holiday, it'd be leather and dark chocolate.

Steve Randle:

Winter with Steve is like any other day, just a bit colder. Being from a house of abuse (I get you Steve, ur one of my favorites), he never got a chance to see the appeal of the Christmas spirit before he met Sodapop.

Spending time with Steve during the holiday season is mostly at your house or the Curtis house. He's not bringing you home when his dad is in one of his relationships with Whiskey Bubbles. So you better get used to the constant chaos of the Curtis Household or try and get your parents to be real cool with a greaser real quick.

If you two decorate your tree or deck the DX with all these lights and decorations (with permission from his boss), he's going to be staring lovingly at you. His heart swells when you ask him to lift you up so you can hang some garland, trying to bring some life to the work place.

Christmas songs on the radio, you two dance along to them with a smile. When "I Saw Mommy Kissin' Santa Claus" plays, he kisses you and smiles brightly when he hears your muffled giggles.

If you're at the Curtis household, you're going to be sitting on the couch with him all cuddled up. Watching christmas specials much like what Two-bit does. Sharing a slice of chocolate cake or a beer if sweets aren't your fancy.

If you get him a gift for Christmas, his heart is going to melt. As I stated before, he never got that christmas or gifts of the sort. So when he does get those gift, he feels so happy. Anything you give him will be cherished and held close to his heart. It doesn't have to be fancy, it's the thought that counts.

After the events of the book, I think he'd go out to the Grave yard with the gang. He wouldn't say much until it was just you, him, and the graves of your fallen friends. He'd talk to them, telling them how he wished they found their peace because nobody should go through a mortal hell and then a spiritual hell after.

The scent of this would be hard to describe, but I would say it smells like oil or grease with chocolate cake.

Sodapop Patrick Curtis:

Sodapop loves Christmas, it's no secret. The gifts aren't needed, he'll be so happy if he's surrounded with the people he loves. The gifts are a plus though.

Mistletoe! Much like Darry, Sodapop loves kisses under the mistletoe. Quick and loving or slow and passionate, it doesn't matter. Mistletoe just makes it magical, the winter scene outside made it seem like a Hallmark movie (yes, they have been around that long. Since 1951!).

If you plan on baking with him, rethink that idea. Sodapop Patrick Curtis cannot cook or bake for shit. This point has been made time and time again. He can decorate, but he can't cook or bake. Maybe consider getting him a cook book or teaching him for christmas.

At work, much like Steve, he'll help you decorate the DX with permission to make it more welcoming. It's not needed, but it brings a smile to his face as you hang garland and set up a little faux tree on the counter with little soda cans and candy bars. It's funny, more tensil ends up on you and the floor than the tree.

Post Book, Soda would still be smiling. Picking up the pieces of what happened in that short span of time made the winter months a bit hard. Visiting Dally and Johnny, talking to them... Sandy cheating on him and then only telling him that baby isn't his by sending his letter back, unopened. It's rough, but he powers through it with a little help with you. (TL;DR, he's depressed for the first week or so but it's easier as you help)

I see and think about this a lot, but the Curtis Brothers are slow dancers in their own elements. Soda's slow dancing element is when you're doing something alone. Soda will slow dance with you to anything, anywhere, at the most random times. It just tends to get a lot worse when the snow starts falling.

Speaking of snow, he actually doesn't like it. I see this man as a summer creature. He gets tired in the snow, like a lizard. If his feet get cold, it's like ice. That has lead Ponyboy to establishing a rule where he has to wear socks to bed until spring when it starts to warm up. He is not having it.

If there was a scent for this, it'd smell like that fresh laundry smell and apple cinamon candles that have just been blown out.

Johnny "Johnny Cakes" Cade:

Johnny Cade... My beloved, this man has only ever had a christmas with the Curtis gang. Not very many gifts but that's fine, a day where he's not near his parents and getting abused is a win in his book.

When winter does finally roll around, he tends to spend it at the Curtis Household or at yours as it gets too cold to sleep in the lot unless he lights a little camp fire. When he stays at your house, he tends to leech onto you and steal your warmth like a cat. It's adorable.

When it snows, Johnny likes to bundle up and go out with you. You make snow angels, build snowmen, throw snowballs at each other, and over all have fun in the snow. It's not often he can let loose and have fun without having to fear Socs, so when he does relax... It's a far cry from what he's usually like.

When you two start setting up the trees and decking the halls with boughs of holly (fa-la-la-la), he's smiling with you. The radio is on or the tv is on playing some kind of christmas program that he's not paying attention to. When the Mistletoe goes up, he smiled and shyly kisses you before letting you continue. If you want him to put the star on the tree, his smile will widen. He'll either use a step stool or sit on your shoulders to do so.

Johnny likes when you read to him while cuddling next to the tree or in bed. Read him a random book while the snow falls outside, he'll fall asleep while cuddling or look up at you with a big smile while you turn the pages.

On christmas eve a few years back, when everyone is opening their gifts, there's one at the back of the tree. The present is for Johnny. Everyone smiles as they pass it over to him, watching as he unwrapped the little box. Inside the box was his iconic jean jacket. Every christmas season, he smiles as he puts it on. In his head, it's a reminder that people love him and it spurs him on to keep going.

If you cook for your family or the Curtis Household, he'll help. He's not Darry level chef, but he can mince an onion really even. It'd be a bit out of the ordinary if he didn't spend so much time over at your house where he'd do his homework while you made dinner.

A scent that I'd feel would describe this best is fire (not because of the church) and chocolate oranges.

Ponyboy Michael Curtis:

Sunsets in winter! When the turkey is destroyed and the carb coma has faded away, Ponyboy is ready for Christmas. He'll take you out to the lot on a day where he knows Johnny won't be there and watches the sunset with you. The first sunset of winter is always his favorite one to watch.

If you try really hard, you can maybe get him to sing along to some christmas songs. He can sing, don't get him wrong, but it's embarrassing and he knows that Steve will make fun of him. He enjoys singing as he used to sing all the time with his mom and dad before the accident, but he just doesn't sing a lot because of the gang and because he doesn't have the time.

After dark, when Sodapop and Darry are asleep, he'll sneak out and meet you at the lot. You'll walk around at night, talking about the winter months.

Post book, I think Ponyboy will use these night walks to go to the grave yard to sit with Dally and Johnny (Someone talked about how the gang pooled their money to buy a bench between the two graves for Ponyboy, I agree with that). He'll sit with you after you light candles and read from "Gone with the Wind" to Johnny.

Decorating the tree with him and his brothers is fun. Again, tinsil is all over the place rather than on the tree. You and Ponyboy get your hands tangled up in the lights and garland, lauging as Darry and Sodapop untangle you both. The brothers would talk about the orniments and were they're from. Come time for the star, Darry lifts Ponyboy up on his back to put the star on.

When Darry starts his christmas baking, he insists on you and him helping. It's like a bonding moment between the oldest and youngest with you there as a bridge between them (Soda is at work or spending time w/ Steve).

Say it with me now.. MISTLETOE! Ponyboy is the opposite of Darry. Usually his kisses are soft, but under the mistletoe? He's passionate. He's always got a little sprig of mistletoe in his pocket to use when he goes over to your house where you two can close the door.

A scent to describe winter with him... It'd have to be a blend of cigarettes and milk chocolate.

Tag list: @witchyleehibernates

[love-archer]

His fingers trace. . .

♡ Oh, Such a ghostly pace ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.NSFW!! Choking?

♡♡♡.becausebecausebecausebecausebe

. . . L U C I F E R !

♡ His lips on yours wasn’t nearly enough to appease his hunger, his pent-up wants.

♡ He’s been teased all day and he isn’t pleased.

♡ All your wanton gazes, sitting too near him, your thighs touching his. And he hadn’t forgotten about the daring pictures you sent.

♡ The background music made a terrible job of drowning out the tension igniting between your bodies. The wine glasses and the open book on the coffee table were made witnesses of the scandalous sight.

♡ Your thighs on the sides of his legs, hovering over his lap, his hands kneading at your hips before they slide up to your throat.

♡ "You think you deserve it, hmm?" He breathed on your lips, eyes narrowed at yours.

♡ A slight squeeze was made and his free hand moves to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back to expose more of your neck to his hungry mouth. He licks and sucks at the tender flesh, the pressure threatening to leave marks.

♡ "Say it," he demands, his calloused hand leaves your hair and begins to work its way down your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs, his touch igniting sparks beneath your skin wherever he goes. He grips your thighs, spreading your legs wider as he pushes you to his crotch.

♡ "Poor you......can't use your mouth, hm?"

♡ Rocking his hips upward to you, his finger runs up your frame, as if melting your shape into memory before he stops at your lips, rubbing your bottom lip.

♡ “Then I suppose you have no issues of me using it, darling?”

. . . M A M M O N !

♡ His eyes meet yours, a breath slipped his lips. Damn you...

♡ The lights flashed and the modeling director yelled for him to try on the next outfit, and Mammon didn't waste a minute in slipping your temping self inside his changing room.

♡ This was supposed to be a nice wholesome all-day date but you just HAD to torment him. Don't you know by now what you do to him? To his brittle self-control?

♡ “fuck-………Pleaase…..” He gasped, “Mmmgh…….C’mon….” He peers down at you, eyes hazed and hot and heavy as his head now and as his body is feeling.

♡ His hand clenched your wrists together, pinned on the wall behind you, above your head.

♡ He felt your tongue swirl around him, teasing him and "Yess, go like that." He mewls, so desperate. His yearning made into point through his thrusts, so deep and frantic into your mouth.

♡ His other hand wandered down, stilling your throat to the wall. He swallowed, whining as your mouth stretched around him.

♡ “Fuck……you’re so good.” He rutted quicker, the heat spreading into his head.

♡ As the deep breath he took, the need within in overflowed. His thighs twitched, his crotched pressed up against you, touching your nose. His cum spilling on your worked tongue, filling up your tastebuds.

♡ "Aga....again, please. I need it." He beseeched, pulling your neck up, withdrawing his cock from your mouth. His tip popping out of your swollen lips, pulsing on you.

Levi + Asmo next? 👀

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[junimosity]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆Stirring Skyscrapers - Pt. 2⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

part 1 - part 2

pairing: HarveyxAFAB!Reader

summary: after a rockslide blocks the road back to stardew valley, you find yourself stuck in zuzu city for the weekend. luckily for you, you weren't the only one at the bus stop - but make it the sequel

w.c.: 4.7k

warnings: 18+ (MDNI), no beta (we die like grandpa), fluff and smut, more cigarettes, mentions of alcohol, confessions, confessions! , sex under the influence, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it up), creampie, idk what else to say just read it pls!!!

divider by @saradika-graphics

It didn’t take long for you and Harvey to reach a mutual point of realizing it was time to go home. You composed yourself the moment you’d stumbled slightly on the dance floor, Harvey finding himself giving you a hand without question. You took it, although you didn't really need it, having danced out most of the alcohol that was sitting on your stomach full of an excellent, not to mention free, meal. 

“Mm, let’s get back to the hotel before it gets any later. Don’t wanna miss the,” Harvey hiccuped a little, “check out time.”

He was oddly well spoken for the amount of shots you’d both consumed, but it didn’t surprise you, not when you didn’t feel very far over the edge of inebriation yourself. You nodded in return, guiding him from the hand he offered you back to the coat check. 

“Ah, I think it’s here sm’where,” you patted yourself, much like he had back at the bus stop before, but with much less worry. “Aha!”

Harvey swallowed against the tightness in his throat as you pulled the two coat check stubs out of your bra. You cringed a bit at the dampness from all that dancing before handing them to the attendant with an apologetic grin. They rolled their eyes as they found your coats, you and Harvey both warm enough to not put them back on as you exited the club.

The streets were alive- eleven in the evening on a weekend, the busiest hour for the clubs of Zuzu. There was a line outside of the club you’d just left, some much younger people cheering as space opened up for them to enter. You and Harvey gave each other a mildly drunken glance at the hollers, laughing abruptly as you began to pace together, much slower than the party goers of the evening. 

“Wanna walk?” you asked, eyeing the overflowing subway station.

“Please,” Harvey sighed in relief. “I think’ve had ‘nough crowds for today.”

You thought back to just twenty minutes before, as a group of college boys formed a circle around him, cheering him on to do a handstand. He was clearly thinking of the same moment as he looked at his hands, probably remembering the sticky feeling of the dance floor. Remembering he’d washed them very shortly after, you felt a little urge to take a while longer. 

“Cig’rette?” You offered with a slur, finding the near full pack in your jacket. He obliged, grabbing the lighter from his own as you two lit up. The two of you found the entrance to a park nearby, glittering skyscrapers towering over the well maintained oaks, fractals of city lights shining through their leaves onto the pavement below. “We can get to the hotel through here.” 

“Lead the way,” Harvey spoke through a puff. 

The two of you began through the park, the night breeze chilling your sweat covered skins. This was as fresh as the air got around here, the scent of rubber and gasoline carried within it. It made your cigarettes smell akin to fresh stardew valley flowers. 

“If’m being honest with ya, I can’t really picture ya living here,” Harvey said, his voice a little hoarse after having to yell to communicate in the club.

“Hmm,” you responded as you took a puff. 

“I don’t mean it in a bad way, I just, uh,” He trailed off, trying to find the right words.

“No, no, I didn’t take it that way. I actually agree with ya,” you smiled. 

“Oh?” Harvey quietly inquired. 

“It’s hard for me to imagine how my life was before moving to the valley. It’s the smallest chapter of my life so far, but it kind of feels like I’ve been there the whole time. Or, like, I hadn’t really started living yet.” 

“I know what ya mean,” Harvey laughed. 

“Do tell.”

“Well,” he flicked some ash off as the park became quieter, the bustling club scene disappearing behind the oaks. “For starters, the whole Dave thing was a pretty strange start to my adult life.”

“Understandable,” you urged him to continue. 

“And after that, I did my residency in Grampleton. That was, well, Grampleton,” he shivered a little. “I found m’self working in the free clinic there more than the O.R., and I fell in love with it. Times were rough in the city then, and I found a listing for an ‘urgently needed physician’. It was Lewis, believe it or not.”

“So you moved to the valley on a whim?”

“Juuust like you,” Harvey slurred a bit, tie still wrapped around his head. It let you relax, not feeling like you had to try so hard to appear sober. 

“I’ll be damned, doctor Harvey,” you let out, stretching your arms above your head, jacket catching on the breeze. “You really are just like me. How did I not know any of this?”

“I guess I don’t really like to talk much about my time before Pelican Town. Never had much context to share with anyone,” he turned to you as you walked, your steps a little lazy. “Not neeearly as much context as introducing someone to Dave.”

“Pshh, you don’t need Dave to make your personal history interesting. You’re fuckin’ cool, Harveeey!” you laughed. “Don’t be mean to yourself.”

“You keep sayin’ that and I’mma have to-” Harvey very quickly heard himself, taking a drag of his cigarette to shut himself up as his eyes flew wide. 

“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?” You laughed again, turning to see him stopped a few steps back. “Harvey? Y’okay?”

“I-uh, I think I’ve had too much to drink,” he tried to make himself sound far more sober than believable. He sounded like that after only a single sip of wine. 

“Are you okay? Do you need to sit down?” You attempted as well, coming up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder with concern. “We’re almost out of the park, we can grab a bottle of water at the mini-mart on the corner.”

“(Y/N),”

“You know, if we walk through the grass we can get to the 8th street Joja, they’ll have electrolytes,”

“(Y/N), Harvey continued as you looked around. 

“C’mon, there’s a bench right there,” you didn’t listen, instead sitting down a few paces ahead. Harvey sighed out a little, placing himself next to you, awkwardly far. You turned to him quizzically, reaching over to grab the tie above his head and bring it back around his neck. You scooted closer to him as you fixed it under his undone collar, leaving it nice and loose. Your leg brushed up against his, and he breathed in deeply. 

Silence took over the two of you as you looked out into the dark park. 

“I need to talk to you about something,” Harvey breathed after a while, putting out his cigarette in the trash can next to the bench. “But it might be a topic better discussed in sobriety.”

“Oh no, am I in trouble, doc?” you tried to laugh, but your heart began to race a little. Were you in trouble? Was he about to place a boundary with you? Not that it would be a bad thing, but you thought you were having fun, perhaps even opening another chapter of your bond with him.  

“No! Yoba, definitely no,” he panicked a little, putting his hands up as he tried to turn back to you. He didn’t make the turn all the way though, finding himself facing directly forward into the park. You brought your head forward, trying to catch a glimpse of his face head on. Yoba, he was red. More red than the moment before. You almost asked if he was okay again when he closed his eyes and blew out a long breath. “I could never be angry with you.”

“What’s wrong, Harvey?” you asked a bit softer, realizing this was not a physical problem. Something was really weighing on him. Was it Dave? The club? Surely not after his breakdancing debut. Was it the hotel? Your heart rate quickened further. You really thought this night was headed in a much different direction. How stupid could you have been to think that little fantasy of yours would play out? Only one bed, how foolish it was. There was no chance in hell that you’d share it with him, let alone-

“(Y/N), can I ask you to-” he swallowed, “do something for me? You can say no. I won’t be offended, I won’t take it to heart. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.” 

“Harvey,” you shook your head a bit, placing a hand on his forearm. “You couldn’t make me uncomfortable if you tried.”

The redness returned to his face. He could feel it himself, but he was too far into this to let it go now. 

“Can I kiss you?” Harvey asked, barely above a whisper.

Your ears began to ring. 

What in the fresh hell were you just telling yourself in your head? Your internal monologue of self-sabotage dissolved faster than the antacid you knew you’d have to take in the morning. 

“About damn time,” you said, considerably more enthusiastic than he expected. 

His head whipped to you as you clamped your mouth shut. 

“Wh-What do you mean?” he puttered, his arms relaxing. 

“Harvey, I’ve had a thing for you since the day I caught you in aerobics. You couldn’t tell?”

“But… but that was so not…“

“What? Hot? Harvey, you were wearing shorts. Have you seen how hot your thighs are?”

“Oh my Yoba,” he almost whimpered, moving to hide his head in his hands. 

“Don’t get shy on me now!” You laughed, pulling his arm away to reveal his beet red face broken out in laughter. “Seriously, Harvey!”

“I can’t believe you thought that was hot.”

“Sexy, even, if we’re having a moment of honesty.” You laughed along. “If I’m telling you, you gotta tell me.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” he pulled away with more laughter.

“Unfair!” you bantered with a playfully dropped jaw. “I just totally called your thighs sexy!”

“You can’t judge me when I tell you, okay?” He simmered down a little. You nodded obediently, wiggling to situate yourself with your hands on your lap, very patiently. Harvey looked at you, biting the inside of his cheek before finding the tree ahead of him very interesting. “Your first check up.”

“No fucking way!” you yelled, composed posture breaking. “You little pervert!”

“No, not like that!” he lightheartedly defended through his amusement. “You were so cute, and so nervous. You said it was because it was your first time to the doctors in a while but your chart said you had been the month before you moved to the valley. Also, your arms are super strong and-”

“I knew it!” you teased, blushing just as wildly as he. “You think I’m hot!” 

Harvey turned to you as you laughed again, his own simmering down with a sense of  relaxation and remembrance, recalling your presence on the day you first met, the way his breath hitched as you introduced yourself, bringing in your records to sign up as a patient. 

“No, that wasn’t it, actually.” he breathed, situating himself back into the bench, a leg coming up as his arm slid atop the back. “I knew it from the moment I first saw you. Before you even told me your name.” 

You couldn’t help but sit up straight at the confession, this taking a much more serious turn than you expected. Your heartrate didn’t cease to reflect that. 

“You came into the clinic like the first crocus in the snow. I knew warmer days were ahead when you smiled, and that they were here to stay when you said hello. You told me your name, and I haven’t thought of a word in any language as meaningful since.”

Your mouth parted as you let out a breathless gasp, the little air in your lungs swept away by his words. 

“All that said, though, you’re hotter than the sun…”

“Oh my yoba,” you boisterously laughed, the sound echoing off the nearby trees and through Harvey’s ribcage. He laughed with you, albeit much quieter, much preferring to hear your voice over his own. Your hand found its way over your mouth, trying to quiet yourself down, but Harvey reached across to you, entwining his hand with yours. 

“Can I kiss you, (Y/N)?”

“Please do,” you shook your head as you breathed out your answer, the two of you leaning in to greet the twin tastes of tequila and tobacco upon each other's lips. Neither of you needed much encouragement to find your hands much more than intertwined, grabbing at his tie to bring him closer as he pulled you by your waist. You two couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, your teeth clacking together as you laughed into one another breathlessly. Eventually, breathlessness superseded the kiss, your foreheads leaning together. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, Harvey,” you breathed out, “truth be told, long before the aerobics incident.”

“Calling that an ‘incident’ is crazy,” he laughed again, “but go on.”

“Ahh, I'm so embarrassed by it! It’s not, like, an appropriate moment for me to have felt that way…” you pleaded. 

“I think we’re a little past that now…” Harvey assured you, bringing a hand to rest on your cheek. 

“Okay…” you sucked in a breath, looking away. “You might not remember, but it was at Evelyn and George’s, when I stopped in with the tulips…”

“The home visit, oh I remember. Only time George has ever taken my advice, and it was because of you.” 

“Yeah! That day… you were so, so patient with him. Having only just moved into my grandpa’s a few months before, I had a lot of memories about him in his last years resurfacing. And that care, attention, patience… all of those things you gave to George… Those are things my grandpa really needed then. It made me realize so much about my priorities in life, the people I surround myself with, the kind of person I’d want to grow to such an age with… that you were that kind of person.” You bit your lip, unable to worry about saying too much. It was already said. “I’m sorry that wasn’t as, uh, poetic of a confession…”

“You’d want to…” Harvey almost panted again, his breath hitching in his throat as his brows furrowed. 

“Ah, sorry, maybe that was a bit too much to share…” you attempted to backtrack, but Harvey pulled your chin to face him before you could get out another word. Your heart fluttered at his focused gaze, his chest heaving as if you’d just stepped off of the dancefloor. Whatever you’d just said flipped a switch in his demeanour. 

“I’m going to kiss you again.” He panted. “After that, we’re going to go back to the hotel. From there, you decide what happens. We go to sleep and talk this through another day, or-”

“Definitely Or,” you leaned into him without question, placing a far more intentional display of affection on his suddenly stoic lips. There was no more clacking of teeth or escaped breaths from giggles. In that moment, your lips pushed firmly against one another, a message displayed so clearly that it signaled the two of you to find your way back to the hotel with haste. 

--

The door swung open behind you as Harvey continued to kiss you, grabbing him by his tie again to both prevent you from falling and guide him to the edge of the king sized bed. 

“Wait,” Harvey breathed into you as you reached the bed, the back of your knees almost buckling, threatening to send you backwards. You broke apart from him heatedly, your own breath needed a moment to catch up with the sudden relocation. The two of you breathed hard in such close proximity, your hands flattening his loose tie over his wrinkled shirt. “I want to do this right.”

You sighed a little, almost in an expended laugh, but decided to hold back against questioning. If you’d learned anything tonight, it’s that Harvey rarely did anything without intention. Whatever he was thinking was in your best interest.

“Okay,” you breathed, a gentle smile finding your face. “I trust you.” 

His heart squeezed at your display of confidence in him. He’d had plenty of time to think long and hard about how he’d treat you in a moment of mutual passion. Your eyes, although patient and listening, told him loud and clear. 

Tell me.

Looking down to his feet for just a moment, he pulled off his glasses and folded them, placing them on the desk just behind. He returned his attention to you, grip tightening on your waist as he ever slightly tilted his chin up, looking down to you over his beautiful large nose. 

“I could keep you like this forever,” he breathed, running his hands over your bare arms, bringing them up to your cheeks. “Looking at me like that.”

“I could say the same,” you whispered back, closing your eyes and leaning into one of his hands. His breath quickened as you looked back to him through your lashes, a cheeky smile slipping through your earnest disposition. 

“Gosh,” he breathed, shaking his head ever so slightly. “I’ve thought about this time and time again… what would happen if I ever got the chance… what I would do to you,” he trailed off, feeling himself harden against his trousers at the thought. “Now that I have you here, I don’t know where to start.”

You smiled audaciously, biting at your lip. 

“I have an idea,” you began, hands sliding up his chest, feeling him shiver beneath you. You kept your eyes on his as you unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, taking a moment to brush the backs of your fingers along the bottom of his abdomen. You could see him tense under the dark line of hair, the path to your wants and needs, and you couldn’t help but suck in a breath at the feeling. 

Harvey stilled your hands as you grasped at his belt buckle, shaking his head with a  gentle ‘not yet’  before removing his shirt and sliding his tie off. He found your lips again and gently led you backwards onto the bed.

You released a few gentle moans as he trailed kisses down your neck and onto your chest, just to where your shirt stopped above your breasts. He helped you pull it over your head, bra following it, before laying you back down, kissing intently yet softly at your breasts. The cool air of the hotel stiffened your nipples immediately, garnering Harvey’s diligence. His tongue slipped out atop your nipple, the wet feeling making your hand find the back of his head as you groaned out. He pinched at the other; softly first, as if testing the waters, before going at it again a little harder. Your back arched into him in response, making him glance up at you while continuing his treatment.

Your lips parted at the crossroads of ecstasy, eyes shut but not clamped, hot breath escaping through the gentle whimpers you let out. This was what he wanted, waited for, for so long. He groaned against your breast, beckoning a stronger one out of you as the vibration made a divine stimulation. You almost whined as you felt him leave your chest, but looking down to see him reaching for your waistband made you shut right up. You sat partially to help him leverage your pants off, watching as his eyes fixated themselves on your panties. You blushed, more than already necessary, at the realization. You were still wearing a thong, the spare pair you brought so as not to show panty lines beneath your wedding guest dress. You didn’t get a chance to explain before he sat back, discarding your pants behind him, and gave you the most hot-blooded look of astonishment you’d ever seen on a man’s face. 

“You were wearing these all night long?” he whimpered, his finger tracing along their lacy edge at the corner of your thigh. His desirous stupor made you clench over air. “Fuck,” he sighed, falling back down to your hips, placing a kiss over your lower stomach before bringing his mouth over your barely covered heat. 

“I think I’ll have to wear these more often,” you playfully spoke, propping yourself up onto your elbows as he rubbed his fingers gently over your clothed folds. 

“Please, oh, please,” he could barely speak above a whisper as his head fell against your thigh, moving the tiny piece of fabric to the side. The air hit you with an extra chill, letting you know just how wet he’d made you. Harvey’s breath caught again as he exhaled against you. He brought a finger over them, getting a feel for just how wet you were, the sensation sending a chill across your whole body. 

Harvey wasted no further time basking in your resplendence, sending his exploratory finger into your yearning pussy. 

Your eyes rolled a little, focusing on the new feelling of his finger gliding within you. He felt around diligently, eyes flicking up to your face as he tested each spot, until your nose scrunched a little against a certain area. 

“There we go,” he purred against you, placing a gentle kiss to your clit as he caressed the same spot again. Your chest heaved and he could feel you clench against his finger, beginning to draw small circles over your clit with his tongue. You let yourself fall backwards, elbows giving out as he immediately assessed your hidden need. His pace quickened upon your face disappearing from his vision, a second finger finding its way inside before your legs began to respond. He held your waist down with his free hand, secretly thanking Yoba for giving him a reason not to touch himself then and there. 

“H-” you croaked, “Harvey, mm soo,”

“Go on,” he groaned into you, that same vibration making your body quiver, “I wanna taste you.”

“Oh fuck, Harvey, fuck!” you whined out loudly, hips pushing against his pressing arm as the stimulation brought you over the cloudline. He groaned again, feeling you squeeze against his slowing fingers. 

Your breathing evened as you felt your heartbeat across your body, looking down to see Harvey staring up at you in a lust-drunk trance, your wetness across his lips and chin. He found your eyes and immediately brought his hands under your thighs and over your hips, sliding you to the edge of the bed. He leaned down and gave the taste of you to your own lips in a series of sloppy kisses, hairy chest radiating heat over your exposed body, pulling away to stand and look down on you.

Beneath him, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, bare chest adorned by the full color of your stimulated nipples, rising and falling. He did the thing again, raising his chin ever so slightly as he took you in. Slowly, his hands moved to his belt buckle, undoing it and discarding it Yoba knows where, all while maintaining steadfast eye contact with you. You brought yourself back onto your shoulders to get a better look, eyes breaking away from him reluctantly as he unzipped his pants and sent them to the floor. 

You couldn’t help but salivate at the immense girth that revealed itself, an eyebrow quirking upwards as you pictured the sensation of that rubbing up against the same spot his fingers found. Without question, you brought your knees up to your chest, spreading them out slowly, your fingers widening on your inner thighs.  

What an invitation. A flower opening up to be pollinated, fertilized. The sweetest of fruits in a beautiful garden, beckoning him to enter. 

He didn’t though, at least not yet, as he leaned down over you once again, inspecting your begging features with such earnestness before placing one more gentle kiss upon your lips. You gasped into him as you felt him breach your entrance, your soaking walls stretching wide to welcome him. He gasped again, eyes glued to yours as he slowly found himself fully sheathed within you. Your eyebrows quivered as he retracted, slowly letting himself out before entering fully again, faster and faster. You both groaned into each other as he found a pace, the sound of your union echoing off the high-rise windows. 

He was significantly more vocal than you expected, soft moans parting his lips and going into yours, your own like echoes of his lustful cries. Your legs closed over his back, ankles locking him over you as he found that spot again, his hips kicking it up a notch. Your arms flew under his and over his back, wrapping your hands around his shoulders at the heightened momentum. 

You whispered praises to each other, both of you emphasising just how good one was making the other feel. Harvey couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, tracking your reactions with every thrust, even when you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. He could feel you inching closer to another orgasm around him, your walls quivering around his aching cock. He grit his teeth as you clenched further, your orgasm washing over you with so much force that your legs tightened around him. He couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight against you as you brought him into you, letting himself release at the deepest point. You both moaned into a kiss, sloppy and panting as he fully stilled within you, his arms resting by your head. 

“Fuck,” you moaned as Harvey rested his head atop yours, pulling himself out, the sound of your mixed orgasms echoing your words. He collapsed beside you, falling on his side to face you and rub a thumb over your cheek. He was still watching you as you turned onto your side to face him as well. 

“You alright, darling?” he questioned, thumbing at a bead of sweat atop your temple. The name almost made you ready for another round, but you opted for a gentle smile instead.  

“I’ve literally never been better,” you breathed, running a hand over his hairy chest. He grabbed it gently, bringing it to his mouth to place a gentle kiss. 

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said against your hand before quickly standing up, finding his briefcase thrown off the bed where he’d placed it before. 

“What are you doing?” You called, rolling over a little to see him looking through the bag clumsily.

“Aha,” he cheered quietly before returning to you, tissues in one hand and a couple of suspiciously shaped foil packets containing something round. 

“You’re so sweet, Harvey, but isn’t it a bit late for a condom?” 

He laughed as he left the tissues on the bed before walking over to the bathroom, returning monetarily with two glasses of fizzing water. 

“They’re antacids, for the alcohol. Drink up,” he handed you a glass and clinked his own against yours before. You chuckled as you drank, not wasting a moment to wonder how the hell he knew you were thinking of taking one. He finished his quickly and grabbed the tissues from the bed, scooting over to you and placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “Can I help you clean up?”

“Ah, I was thinking I might just go ahead and take a shower,” you thought aloud, wincing a little at the flavor of the sodium bicarbonate. Harvey cocked his head to the side with a smile. 

“Can I help you clean up?”

You laughed as you placed your cup on the nightstand, coming back to him with a nod and a kiss. The two of you moved into the bathroom, leaving the bedroom in the light of the city, shining through the windows like rays of sun shining through leaves. 

You found yourselves basked in that light later, bodies intertwined beneath the sheets in a deep rest. That was until the sound of horns honking from the street below awoke you, followed shortly by some sharp knocks at the door. A muffled voice called out in anger, urging you to shove Harvey’s lightly snoring form.

“Sm’one’s at th’door,” you groaned into the dawn-lit room, turning around as Harvey stirred awake. He groaned, opting to wrap his arms around you instead. 

“It’s just fuckin’ Dave.”

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: 18+ pls minors/ageless blogs don't interact, p in v, mention of oral sex, slight voyeurism (your friend is on the phone), she/her - afab character.

your secret relationship didn't weight you down too much.

you were alright with your friends being none the more aware to the fact that albeit their clumsy comment about yoru singlehood, you had a - older - boyfriend waiting for you at home at the end of every girls' night.

neither you minded when - albeit the lack of your official relationship status - your friends would be using as a free therapist for their own love troubles.

well, that was till they kept on rambling to you for more than an hour while your boyfriend's cock was inside of you; he had been patient at first, lightly smiling at you batting him off while he heard the choked up voice of your beloved best friend ranting about the guy you had warned her about.

then after an hour of screeches and ugly crying, he had relented.

"it'll make you feel much better" he had said as he gently helped you off your pants, and while at first you had thought that it'd be because it was getting hot in the apartment.

the reason wasn't that dissimilar as you found yourself inevitably burning as you ground against your boyfriend's open palm while he looked up with such pity.

"... it's hard being a good friend, isn't it".

except you were pretty sure that you weren't a good friend, since you hadn't heard anything of what had gone since you had first sunk onto your boyfriend's hot throbbing dick, delighting in the way the stretch was borderline painful although he took his time.

and what was worse was the sensation of him being fully seated inside you and yet not moving. you had tried to grind into his lap, if anything to gain a bit of friction onto your poor neglected clit, but instead it was painfully obvious that he wouldn't move.

"it'd be too distracting, wouldn't it be?" you and him both knew that if he had moved, you wouldn't have been able to keep quiet and all too soon your alibi would be out of the windows and you'd have to cut the call.

and yet, was it that bad?

you didn't even like this friend and they certainly weren't that good to you, if they called you only to rant about the stinky ex who never made them cum.

and maybe you should make your relationship known.

you had an inkling that was the exact purpose of your boyfriend's subtle affection.

[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

regulus black x original muggle character {enemies to lovers}

Regulus Black x original female character (muggle)

Inspired by WizardGod's 'dirty old town' on ao3 (and honestly, Pride and Prejudice)

This is an unfinished, ongoing fic! I update consistently every weekend and there are currently 29 chapters.

Read here on ao3 or wattpad (note: I have just recently posted to Wattpad and I'm slowly adding chapters. All current chapters are on ao3)

Summary:

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.

Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.

"Touch me again and see what happens, you filthy muggle," he said. His voice was full of venomous, unbridled hatred, but he spoke in an even tone. It was too calm and for a moment it scared Flora.

But Flora straightened up, refusing to let herself be frightened by this boy. Because really that's all he was. Just a boy.

"Or what?" She challenged.

His surprise was obvious as she stood her ground. He blinked a few times, looking at her as he considered his next move. Flora was not very tall, or at least compared to Regulus she was not tall, as he completely towered over her; he stared fixedly at her face, enraged by the sheer audacity of this muggle girl.

"Go on," she prompted when he still didn't answer. "Or what? You don't even have a wand."

"I don't need a wand," he spat back. "I don't need it to deal with a little girl like you." He wanted to say something to terrify her, to make her back down and respect him as the superior, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he settled for glowering at her like a shadowy spectre. This still didn't appear to have the effect he'd hoped for. Flora clearly was not afraid, or was otherwise doing a very good job of hiding it.

[chaeyoi]

♪Don't apologise for the minimum. Dan Heng x Reader! NFSW

Note: MDNI! Fingering, Consent from both parties, Unestablished relationships. Reader receiving. Body worship? Fluff?

A/N : This is my first post. I don't do technology. So forgive me if you see a plain esque background. Also sorry for any grammatical mistakes, English isn't my first language. Somebody help me understand how to put up pictures and those bar thingys underneath. Dan Heng/Trailblazer.

Context: Him with a Reader who apologies for everything.

Extra: Au personality. Didn't know what to do with ending.

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You had a habit of saying sorry for every mistake you made, whether small or big. A small reflection of your past and how you were a people pleaser.

That habit remained when you joined the Express, always making sure that crew was okay. You were the most reliable of the bunch.

It wasn't annoying per se just that you often neglected yourself. Himeko and Welt had told you many times to cut yourself some slack.

As the Express ventured through the vastness of space, Dan Heng sat on his mattress in the Archives, writing down things from the recent expedition in Belobog.

You came into his room, with two cups of coffee in your hand as you wanted to talk about the Stellaron.

As you neared him, one of the cups spilled from your hands, staining his shirt, thankfully it was cold.

With a barrage of apologies from your mouth, you crouched down to wipe the excess liquid.

His hand suddenly made their way around your chin, pulling you close till you were inches away from him.

"Don't apologize. You can't defy accidents, we're all human after all."

"Huh- but." You were shushed off by him.

"No buts, it's fine." He stated reassuringly. He took the napkin from your hand. "Cut yourself some slack."

"Do you want my shirt?" You offered not thinking of the after math.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his mouth. "And you'd walk around with a bra and shorts on the Express?" He teased with a smirk. "No keep it on." He continued softly.

"My coat? Would you like that?" You offered again, clear intent of apologising in your eyes.

He chuckled yet again, his thumb grazing your cheek. "Stop apologizing, I don't know what you've been through. But we love you, faults and all."

"I'll get you another cup of coffee and a pair of shirt then." You were insistent on doing something about your mistake.

"No." He muttered, his hand going from your cheek to your arm, as he pulled you onto the mattress. His head buried in your shoulder, a rare form of affection from the Brunette. He whispered, his hot breath tickling against your neck. "You've done enough, let me take care of you this time." His arm wrapped firmly around your waist, feeling his chiseled chest against your back.

"Huh-" You were quite taken aback. It wasn't normal for the train guard to show affection and intimacy no less. You did feel something for him other friends but kept it closed.

"Would you mind?" He asked, his teal eyes glowing with suggestive undertone, still asking your consent.

"No. I- don't think I'll be able to give you what you want." You didn't mind, just that you had no experience in the area of intimacy.

He sighed, sending a shiver down your spine. "Always trying to live up to expectations."

His fingers started to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt, undoing them slowly. All the while, his lips brushed against your neck, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake.

You closed your eyes upon the sensation. It felt nice and soothing too.

As he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your bare skin, his hand slid around your waist to undo the button and zipper on your shorts. He pulled you tighter against him, leaving a trail of goosebumps where his lips touched.

"Just relax for me," he whispered, gently laying you on your back with him looming over you.

His hand circled around your chin, as he dove in for a kiss. His other hand trailed through every curve of your body before proceeding towards your hip, playing with the band of your underwear.

You gasped into the kiss and he took the opportunity to let his tongue delve deeper into your mouth.

Not breaking the kiss, he pushed your underwear down to your knees.

He finally broke the kiss, a string a saliva connecting his lips to yours. "Do you want to continue?" He asked for confirmation, his eyes searching for any type of discomfort in your body language.

"Yes.. But I'm not experienced in-"

He shushed you. "You don't have to do anything, just relax." "You're the one receiving tonight." He placed a kiss on your collarbone.

"isn't that unfair?" You were a person who believed in both recieving and giving but were a bit bent on giving side.

He smirked. "Is it? You're always the one that takes care of us, always putting others before yourself. Isn't it your turn for someone to take care of you?" His fingers brushed down between your legs, gently rubbing circles around your clit. He inserted a finger inside.

You let out an intoxicated moan, quickly covering your mouth as you found the sound embarassing.

His smirk widened as he heard the moan, enjoying your reaction. His hand went away from your chin and pulled your hands away from your mouth, his grasp firm yet gentle, pinning them above your head. "What's the fun in hiding?" he whispered.

"It's- quite embarassing." You stuttered, breathless from the kiss earlier.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said softly, his breath grazing your cheek. "I like seeing you like this. No need to hold back." Another finger slipped inside you, curving slightly to hit that sweet spot. His thumb brushed your clit. "It's just me and you here. Who else is going to hear?"

His room was soundproof due to his room being the Archives, so sound would be the least of your concerns.

He prepped your neck in kisses, leaving hickeys behind. Your back arched involuntarily at the pleasure.

"Please.. Dan Heng.." You didn't know what you were begging for, your brain couldn't form coherent answers. "Please.."

No matter how much you might have asked him, he would never get tired of hearing his name on your lips. "Please what?" he murmured, his tone almost teasing as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate pace. As his thumb flicked your most sensitive bud, he captured your gasp in yet another kiss.

"Faster.." You quietly mumered, feeling ashamed.

His brow raised at your request and chuckled, speeding up his pace. "Don't feel ashamed. It's nothing wrong you're doing."

His words didn't reach your ears as you were close to your release. "I'm.. close."

He understood your words and fastened his pace, making you come undone beneath him.

His fingers pulled away, covered in your slick. His other hand letting go of your wrists.

You blushed seeing him put his fingers into his mouth and clean off the slick. "You taste sweet nonetheless like your personality." He stated, brushing the stray strand of hair from your face.

"You don't have to taste it." You looked away, your body shaking from the release.

"Can't let sweet things go to waste." He laid down beside you, pulling you close to his chest. "Sleep, if you're tired. You don't have to worry about anything else."

"Huh- are you sure? I ruined your shirt and you still.."

He shushed you yet again. "How many times do you I need to tell you to be selfish? It's fine. I said I'll take care of you. Now rest assured." He lulled you into sleep, patting your back and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You fell into a deep slumber without any worries. Your breathing slow and rhythmic.

He cleaned you up with a napkin after seeing the remaining slick on your thighs.

Once he confirmed you were asleep, he separated himself away from you, placing your discared shorts aside. He opened the drawer, changed into a new shirt. He sat down on the bed as he gently pulled you in a sitting position, freeing you from your shirt and changing you into his shirt and shorts.

He pulled a blanket over you. Still patting you, his motion slowing and stopped as drowsiness overcame him and he fell asleep.

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Dawn came, yet the space didn't light up.

Your eyes fluttered, hazy eyes gazing into Dan Heng. He greeted "Morning."

"Morning"

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" He said pulling you onto his lap, his chin resting over your head.

A knock on his door. A cheery voice from the otherside, it was none other than March 7th. "Dan Heng, you know where our reliable roll is?"

"I infact do, Stelle's with me." Dan Heng answered with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

March entered the room. "Why is she with your reserved ass? I'm here to take her shopping today-" She paused when she saw you on his lap, hickeys on your neck not to mention you were wearing his clothes.

Immediately starting an Eyebrow communication with Dan Heng, March raised her brows 'Did you do it?'

'I did. Not the main stuff tho.' Dan Heng wiggled his brows, conforming March's question.

"Hey, Himeko, Welt and Pom Pom, we have a couple on board!!!" Mach shouted in excitement and ran to the parlor car.

"Are we expecting some people today on Express?" You asked sleepily, oblivious to the atmosphere.

"No. She's talking about us."He answered, ruffling your already mangled hair.

"..Do you mind with us being a couple?" You asked, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No." "Besides if I did, you wouldn't be wearing my clothes right now."

You looked down to see what he was talking about, your eyes widened seeing that you were changed and your clothes were folded neatly beside the bed.

"Thank you, Dan Heng."

[tearueful]

One Up (Homelander x Reader)

A scene that has been rattling in my brain that I needed to get out. [Ao3 link]

Homelander catches you calling him your boyfriend | Homelander x reader, gender neutral reader. No warnings beyond Homelander being Homelander and language.

"Well- Homelander and I are dating." You snap out, not even knowing why you said it in the first place. All you know is that you wanted to one-up that stick-up-his-ass HR brat bragging about banging a D-list supe.

"We're going to go-", You pause because the amusingly shocked faces within the cluster of your co-workers morph into various levels of fear and unease. You sense him before he speaks; prey tensing up as a predator draws close.

"Well- Homelander and I are dating." You snap out, not even knowing why you said it in the first place. All you know is that you wanted to one-up that stick-up-his-ass HR brat bragging about banging a D-list supe.

"We're going to go-", You pause because the amusingly shocked faces within the cluster of your co-workers morph into various levels of fear and unease. You sense him before he speaks; prey tensing up as a predator draws close.

"Hey sweetheart," He purrs the words close to your ear as Homelander leans in from behind you. "What are ya gossiping about?" He heard you and your false claim. Of course, he fucking heard you.

"I- Oh." Instantly, color blooms over your face as you turn your head enough to glance at him. He's painfully close, the heat of Homelander palpable against your cheek. Turn your head a little more and you could kiss him. 

You'd never dare. Your words have been damning enough.

"N-nothing, babe." You stammer out, tugging a smile into place as your heart jackhammers within your chest.

Homelander settles a hand on the back of your neck with a soft creak sounding from the leather his gloves are made out of. The action is possessive; which sends a thrill straight down your spine. The sort of thrill one gets when the roller coaster harness feels a little too loose to be safe.

One finger slides up and circles the skin of your neck briefly as your breath catches in the back of your throat.

You snap your gaze forward back to your co-workers who hang about in stunned silence. With Homelander backing you up, the skepticism is bleeding away before your eyes.

Nancy from IT breaks the silence, "I didn't realize you two were a couple!" She presses on, voice cheerful. "I can't wait to hear how that happened."

"It's a funny story," Homelander interjects, voice smooth and dripping with his camera-ready charm. The sort that hides his fangs. "Maybe we'll share it sometime."

Homelander's hold tightens, fingers digging in with a grip that could pop your head right off your shoulders. The threat is clear. Comply or else. The laugh Homelander releases is in stark contrast, jovial and warm with a flash of those white white teeth at your co-workers.

Your co-workers laugh along automatically because everyone in the office knows to appease this erratic supe, or else they end up another mistake for Vought to sweep under the rug.

"Alright," Homelander clips out as he abruptly drops his hold from your neck. 

"Don't forget our plans for tonight, babe." With a wink in your direction and another fanged smile at your coworkers, Homelander sweeps away.

[duckybarnes1917]

This is my official promo for the ex-boyfriend!Gojo fic I’m posting this week 😇

[imjustagirl247]

This can be our little secret ;)

You and Roman are tangled up in silk sheets, bodies warm and glistening with sweat. He slowly trails his tongue down your stomach, kissing every inch of your skin. "Mmm, I love your taste," he purrs. Roman licks his lips and focuses between your legs. He gives your clit a quick flick with his tongue, making you gasp. "Oh fuck," you moan as he sucks and nibbles the sensitive bud, sending electric shocks throughout your body. His tongue feels like heaven on earth, swirling and suckling just right."You taste heavenly," Roman whispers against your sensitive clitoris. "I could feast on your blood all night." He alternates between licking and sucking, almost over whelming you with pleasure. You card your fingers through his hair, urging him on as your hips violently buck against his thirsty lips."Rome, I'm so close," you warn breathlessly. He responds by pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it as he continues to lap at your clit. The combined stimulation causes waves of a vigorous, gut reaching finished that crashes over you as you cry out in ecstasy.Roman laps up your juices, savoring every drop. "Mmm, that blood your's is so fucking sweet it hurts," he groans with a blistering sneer on his face, giving his tongue one last gentle stroke up soft lips. "Best dessert I've tasted in a long time." He places gentle nibbles that slither up your small frame, leaving a trail of hot, harsh kisses that has you pulseating with unbareable pleasure.You wrap your legs around him, you look deep into his starry green gaze. "I'm so ready for you. This time I need all of you Roman." You stated with a husky voice pressing your plump lips against his, tasting yourself on his eager lips...

[oscquinn]

carmy with a breeding kink…have mercy he’d be so GONE

he would genuinely go so fucking wild.

bruises on your hips, thighs, everywhere he can reach. he's praising you like crazy, 'so pretty,' 'that's it mama, c'mon.' 'gonna fill you up, my pretty girl.' it's hot and heavy and he wouldn't let up until he's come inside you... more than once