#me: *comes back to see they did not. in fact. do that despite plowing the rest of the parking lot* of course! my mistake :))))

[badolmen]

I have to do everything in this goddamn parking lot.

[scuddisher]

ARE YOU HEARING THIS?

Steve couldn’t help himself when his partner rings in while he’s making love to you—and he especially can’t do anything when Javier can hear you, either.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — steve murphy x fling! gender-neutral reader GENRE(S) — drabble, smut. WORD COUNT — 1.5k WARNINGS — mature content, a little bit of javi, pet names used: baby & sweet thing. steve is relentless, roughly edited btw. SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, unprotected intercourse, marking/love bites, creampie, steve not being able to shut up, dirty-talking, voyeurism, exhibitionism to a degree, talks of multiple rounds. RELEASE DATE — MARCH 26TH, 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE — y’all better thank @angelwonie for coming back into my inbox if you enjoyed this…

His taste was on your tongue, but his tongue was on your neck, body heating hotter by the minute as you let your mind race with what he looked like behind you.

Broad, his hair slicked back from the amount of times he ran his fingers through the blonde locks, eyes fixated on your hand clawing at the pillows trying to hold your ground—and body upright for him to continue plowing into you.

Steve's breathing was so sharp at this point in time, hips once snapping into you in a feverish fashion now turning sloppy as he felt you tightening around him. Every thought in his mind poured from his lips, not a single thing left to rattle around in his brain that he didn't speak on.

“Fuck—I needed this, baby. Look how good you're taking me…” Steve's mouth had pulled from your neck for a moment to speak, the small marks he left at your hairline making him shiver as he watched them turn purple by the second.

Your hips had faltered, thighs spreading on their own accord until you were flattened against the mattress. A sigh had escaped from you, Steve's mind going haywire at the visual—hardly able to speak fast enough.

“You tired, baby? My sweet thing ‘jus holding up for me?” He was lost, unable to keep any filthy thing from being filtered now.

His smile barred teeth, once again at your neckline as his pace shifted from slow and sloppy to harder. Steve needed release, his arms on either side of your own keeping him up steadier than your shaking body did before. He was like a dog off his leash—panting rough in your ear.

“You like that?” The clench around him at his words had your body growing numb, Steve doing all the work. All play, some barking. “Yeah, you like that, baby.”

You could hear his voice strain in excitement, his cock pounding up into you until you were seeing stars and all you could think about was the fact that he managed to find your spot so easily each and every time you fucked. The wetness created from his precum mixed with your juices had a stain growing on the sheets, Steve's nose attentive to your scent of lust as he growled.

“Can you take any more?” Your eyes had welled up long before you looked back at him, the pleasure he was giving you enough to have a few tears dripping down your cheeks. “Hmm? Think you could take a few more minutes for me to fill you up?”

The first orgasm was at the end of the bed, your second in the middle, and now the two of you had managed to make your way up until Steve had your face buried in his side of the mattress—crying into his pillow that he slept on any time he was home.

“P-Please—” Your voice was shakier than yourself, Steve's eyes flashing at your softness as you watched him nod in your peripheral vision.

He looked so rough. A week of work, two nights in bed but without any rest—Steve was more than exhausted. And yet, his relentless pounding into you could convince anyone that he was a dog in heat.

You were so close again, body sucking his length in like it would stay there despite his pace. Steve's stomach clenched at the feeling of you rearing back into him, your backside lifting to press into him and give him exactly what he wants. A better angle inside of you.

“S-Shit, Murphy!” His curse was muffled, your ears becoming suddenly fixated on his last name leaving his lips so formally. It wasn't until you saw the curly phone cord of the landline running past your head that you realized the phone had been ringing.

And Steve answered it.

“Peña, man—” Steve could only hiss, the week he had on his tongue—but he showed no signs of being multiple inches deep into your soaked hole. His partner not only seemed to have no clue, but Steve kept pushing up into you at random.

You felt his tip at your spot twice, your hand clawing at his pillow now nearly tearing into the fabric of its cover. There was something so sensual about Steve's voice not lowering an octave as he lifted his hips up into you at a steady, but slow beat—all while the conversation continued.

“Did you get his file from my desk?” Steve questioned Javi like you weren't stifling a roaring moan beneath him. The second you felt his hips jerk twice as hard up against you, you knew to look up and back at him.

But he was already staring you down with his icy-blue eyes, index finger over his lips. This wasn't a phone conversation he could back out of, no matter how badly he wanted to fill you up with his release just at the sight of you putting pieces together. He wanted you quiet.

As you knew well, there was nothing simple about Steve Murphy. You felt him twitch up inside of you like he would cum at any second, felt the free hand at your hip grip the skin of your waist as he fucked up into you roughly three times in a row to test you.

And as his name left your mouth, you suddenly tasted the saltiness of his palm over your own. His teeth were together so taunt that his jawline scared you for a moment, his head shaking lightly.

The microphone hadn't picked up his name called by a second voice, his words a little louder as he spoke into the telephone. “Nah, man—We need more than just an ounce on him to place him in holding. You know that.”

His last sentence sounded like he was playfully offending his partner, but it was aimed directly at you. His eyes hadn't left yours—your frame shaking at the feeling of him moving at a snail's pace from your hole just before he slipped back in only slightly faster. He wanted you to lose your mind. And even better, wanted you silently begging for him to finish inside of you by the time the call was ending.

You had never felt Steve be so tense, not when he was going balls deep into you every twenty seconds like this. Everything you saw from his face before turning back around and playing his game was that he was holding back just as much. If he had it his way, the phone would be thrown onto the nightstand and Peña would hear an earful.

But Javi was on a public phone, the sound of the police station like a band playing behind his voice. You could hardly hear him through the speaker against Steve's ear, but the background was clear.

“Don't let him walk, at least not before I get there.” Those were the magic words. He had limited time now, he had to pick up the pace in order to satisfy both of you before he'd be out the door.

You felt a rush of wind across your backside, the slap of his balls at your ass thankfully not loud enough to pick up during the phone call. He was winning already, your head falling into his pillow with his name swallowed in your throat. “Fuck, Steve!”

Javi’s voice continued on in his ear, but by the feeling of Steve's warm fingertips at the back of your neck for a new hold—you knew he had heard it.

“Oh, yeah?” His voice was hiding a sensual linger to it, another thing spoken to his partner but meant for you.

“Can you link his friend and keep him for another fifteen minutes? I'm almost done here.”

He was spit-firing, knew his length didn't need much more to fill you completely. You were both spent, Steve's huffing becoming noticeable until he tilted the phone away.

His body was sweaty, hand loosening on your neck but just tight enough to hold you steady. You could practically feel him in your throat at the angle he held you, mouth drooling onto his pillow until you felt yourself let go and cum with him.

You couldn't make a verbal sound, the receiver was close enough to let you hear everything going on from Javi’s side—the microphone easily capable of picking up your noises. But Steve, the man who had taken the situation thus far—he couldn't hold back.

“Yeah, yeah—” His head was swimming, cock gushing every bit of his seed into you. “Fuck, okay!”

“Okay?” You heard Javi speak casually, questioning the random call-out from Steve's side. He wasn't stupid, but Steve could only play up so much as he took in a deep breath and let you fall into his side of the bed completely.

Steve could hear you whining into his pillow, his natural musk filling your nostrils and body heat slipping away as he stood at the side of the bed. His hand, shaking slightly from his rushed orgasm, ran his fingers through his hair just enough to fix it up before he spoke again.

“Be there in ten.” He spoke calmly, a smirk on his lips and wink from his glassy eyes as he saw your head lift to meet his gaze.

“You sure?” Javi spoke with a laugh in his tone, listening carefully while writing down notes at his desk like he was working—despite having listened to the relentless rounds Steve had put you through the entire time. “Because I think one more wouldn't hurt.”

There was a reason you never heard the phone ring.

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Living Weapon Whumpee part 32

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, ambushed, a traitor in the midst, on the run

Whumpee had made this punishment intentional and calculated, only nicking the artery to slow the death down a little, draw it out as long as possible.

Whumpee stared down at what he'd done, blinking numbly. He'd wanted a way OUT of the violence, not be a cause of more of it!

He usually didn't care, but this time the guilt snaked up his throat living a living creature, choking his breath.

Why did he have to be such a monster?!? He wanted to scream to the universe. He'd never asked for Leader to turn him into Weapon! He just wanted it all to STOP.

But here he was, playing the part again, proving once again why everyone was terrified of him. A childish part of him wanted to run and hide and pretend this wasn't his fault, that it was an accident. But the truth was it wasn't. He had done this. He had chosen to give in to violent urges, chosen to let old training habits take control of him.

But Whumpee didn't have time to break down and cry, to wallow in guilt and self-hate. He didn't get the luxury of falling to pieces. He had another responsibility to take care of.

With Reed incapacitated, Whumpee turned back to Max, who was shaking and trembling so violently he could see his loose hair vibrating. "W-What do we do now?" Max whispered, rattled. He glanced down at Jake's face, and Whumpee did the same. Their leader was down, out cold.

"We need to get out of here before backup arrives, or we're all good as dead," Whumpee growled. "I will carry Jake out -- you stay close to me in my shadow, all right?" He'd never GIVEN orders before. He was used to taking them instead. But with Jake unable to take charge and give guidance, Whumpee had to step up in his place. It felt wrong, but there was no time to dwell on the odd sensation of being in charge.

"Come on." Whumpee swallowed his emotions and took Jake from Max, hauling the fallen leader up with a grunt and slinging him over a shoulder with relative ease, despite the fact that Jake was almost as big as himself.

Max didn't move, eyes locked onto Reed and the growing pool of blood around his wrist, watching his ex-teammate struggle to keep breathing, life fading further with every heartbeat.

"Max," Whumpee called firmly but softly to break the trance, and Max's haunted eyes flicked over to him attentively.

"You killed him," Max breathed numbly.

Whumpee grimaced, another pang of guilt threatening to tear him apart. "I had to," he whispered, partly trying to convince himself of it. "He was a traitor, and he paid the price." He grabbed Max's arm and pulled him to his unsteady feet. "Do you have the detonator?"

Max nodded shakily, showing him a small black remote in his pocket.

"Good. We need to move fast." Whumpee darted to the door, Max on his heels, and after scanning the hall for danger, he led the way out of Leader's base.

But right when they were leaving Whumpee could hear the backup arrive, alarmed shorts followed by footsteps in pursuit. They'd been spotted.

"Run," he growled at Max, and the soldier didn't need to be told twice.

The two of them bolted into the rock field, the enemy hot in pursuit. Whumpee calculated there had to be at least six of them. Not great odds.

But Leader's men were slowed down by the rock field, whereas Whumpee had the advantage of knowing his way around it and leading Max through the easiest paths.

They made it to the forest with a good lead, diving into the safety of cover as they plowed through the dense brush. It wouldn't be long before the enemy caught up. They could only hope to make it back to their horses and retreat to where Flint's army would be waiting before they were caught.

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[fuck-customers]

Hello everyone. I’d like to give y’all a quick recap of my time in retail this holiday season:

-two guests tried to fight one of our online order guys, and from what I heard they absolutely provoked him and started the beef by stealing things from the order he was picking for

-had two female guests try to fight ME because I had the audacity to ask them why they were opening boxes of makeup, and management pretty much did nothing about it bc they continued shopping and got to checkout like nothing happened. Then had a leader, who knows nothing about my dept, try to come over and say it was my fault for not saying the exact right thing to her

-had a leader complain to upper management that I “don’t follow direction” bc she tried to come over to my dept, completely change the way we do shit by having me and my coworker switch areas (despite me telling her that our fucking SCHEDULE literally confirms that she is wrong, which she even later admitted herself???)

-had a lady throw boxes of makeup sponges at me

-had to tell multiple groups of very obviously rich and entitled teens/kids that is in fact extremely shitty to get the electric scooters meant for disabled guests and instead use them to race, play bumper cars, or stack three people in the basket on the front of it

Also. A VERY SPECIAL FUCK YOU to some specific customers. An hour after I got screamed at and threatened by the two customers I mentioned above, I guy walking through my area then drops an entire like 24 pack of topo Chico onto the floor and there’s fuckifn glass and water everywhere. Since I had just been screamed at and my leaders did nothing to have my back, I was little bit in a bad mood by the time the broken glass happened. Fucking sue me right?? Wel two guests who SAW ME cleaning up the glass (didn’t even fucking interact with me, I remember) and I guess thought that I didn’t look happy enough while I was doing that and decided to fucking FILE A COMPLAINT ABOUT IT.

Literally what fhe FUCK is wrong with you that you see a worker clearly having a very hard day, in the middle of holiday season, and you then think to yourself, “you know what? That worker needs to be smiling while being plowed in the ass by capitalism. And the fact that they’re not deriving physical, spiritual and sexual pleasure from their shitty retail job offends me so much I think I’ll have to complain about them and make it even worse.”

I even remember who might’ve complained too. Bc the guy that dropped the damn bottles in the first place didn’t even stick around to see it resolved (naturally) and so I didn’t even interact with any customers while cleaning it. HOWEVER, there was a couple standing nearby that when it happened, they immediately ran to his side like “oh man that’s so terrible you must be having a bad day? Are you alright? Do you need help?” So I guess fuck the person who actually has to clean this all up, no instead we should fawn over the jackass who broke all this glass and couldn’t even pretend he cared about it. Because that makes perfect fucking sense. Also love the casual implication that retail workers must be smiling deliriously all the fucking time and that I am not allowed to show any emotions besides that bc I am subhuman and not deserving of any grace or empathy. So dear customers who complained… I’m literally BEGGING the universe to fuck you over and YOU personally because if you truly had nothing better to do than scrutinize the facial expressions of a retail worker you never even interacted with, you are truly a waste of oxygen and are detrimental to society. I hope your nastiness comes back to bite you in the ass. I hope someone kicks YOU while you’re down and I hope it fucking sucks, you worthless piece of shit.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[adultswim2021]

Aqua Teen Hunger Force #98: “Kangarilla and the Magic Tarantula” | April 19, 2010 - 12:00AM | S08E10

Okay: I know there are a few episodes of ATHF I somehow never saw; like I skipped one week’s episode and never got around to it because the upcoming episode looked better and I was more interested in plowing ahead than looking back. This was back when I actually had cable television, which I haven’t had for probably over a decade. Fun fact: when I ditched cable I was assured by friends that it would take almost no time before I no longer missed having cable. I don't miss paying for cable, but I've literally never stopped missing cable since I got rid of it, and genuinely feel my life is emptier without it. LOL.

Okay: in this one Shake and Frylock get addicted to one of them app-based games, a thing that was slightly new at the time? I guess. Meatwad is being neglected because of this, and he tries in vain to get their attention. Also trying to get their attention is a scary ghost, who haunts the Aqua Teen house unnoticed, despite going pretty hard at it.

It’s eventually revealed that the ghost is doing this because he and some other restless spirits are sealed in a metal tomb from a government experiment gone awry, and they have no way of ordering pizza in there. But, cell phones kill ghosts, so the ghost winds up dead. They use the cartoon logic of having the problem not be a problem until they mention the problem; sorta like Wile E. Coyote not falling off the cliff until he looks down and see’s he walked off it. 

This one ends with Carl talking to his sister on the phone, trying to get Meatloaf’s phone number from her. She gave him a handjob years back, before she blimped up. Meanwhile, the ghost of the dead previous ghost keeps coming back, only to get killed and reborn ad infinitum. The show ends with the Aqua Teens just killing ghost clones with Carl’s phone over and over.

Stuff I laughed at: Shake calling Meatwad Frylock’s son, bringing to mind Art Clokey’s insistence of referring to Gumby as his son. Both of these men make me smile. Shake calling the ghost “a gayst”, maybe one of the funniest jokes to ever be on the show.

I also loved the panicked pilot in the ghost flashback yelling “this isn’t Hawaii!”, suggesting that Pearl Harbor was an inside job. Also the ending bit did make me laugh. The lions share of the opening, which mostly consists of Frylock and Shake huddled around a phone while ghostly stuff happens didn’t do much for me, and I got the distinct impression that the episode was gonna be a dud from that. It got funny towards the end, but boy did it take a long time to get going.

[noelle-holi-gay]

Teenage Dess and Asriel at a summer camp their families make them attend every year (it's a church camp because of course it is, have you met their moms?). Azzy still enjoys it, Dess is over the whole thing. Kris and Noelle are also there if you want.

Asriel sat towards the back of the pavilion, in a white plastic folding chair. The very back row, in fact, because that's where Dess wanted to sit, and even if it meant Asriel couldn't see very well, he wasn't going to not sit next to Dess. She had her arms crossed as she chewed bubblegum loudly (the kind of loud one can only achieve through conscious effort), and was looking anywhere except the camp counselors at the front of the pavilion.

"And here at Camp Angel Hearts, we like to always follow the Five Pillars!" The speaker, who was the head of the camp, gestured to a large poster where the word 'Angel' was written vertically. A long strip of white paper extended to the side of each letter, covering up the rest of the poster. "As you can see, the first letters of each pillar spell out 'angel', because while these pillars are important, the Angel is always first in our Hearts."

Dess scoffed and rolled her eyes.

The speaker went on. "Now, to our returning members, can anyone remember what the first pillar is? Shout it out!"

"ADVENTUROUS!" called out a smattering of the younger kids.

"Yes, very good!" The camp head ripped off the paper next to the 'A', to reveal 'Adventurous'. "It's important to be adventurous and try new things! Don't be scared to expand your horizons!"

"This is all so stupid," Dess grumbled.

Asriel nudged her. "Aw, come on. It's not that bad. I know it's cheesy, but it's good for the younger kids, you know?"

"How about the second pillar?" the speaker continued. "Shout it out!"

"NICE!" came the response.

"I guess." Dess didn't look convinced. "But they could at least take the stupid 'Angel' bullshit out."

"D-Dess!" Asriel hissed under his breath. "You can't say that here! We'll get in trouble…"

At the podium, the speaker clapped and ripped off the next piece of paper. "That's right! It's always important to be nice to your fellow campers!"

"I don't even care any more," Dess said. "I told Mom I didn't want to come here any more. I'm sick of all this fucking Church of the Angel propaganda."

"Dess..."

She only smirked. "Like, people can practice whatever religion they want, but keep it to the bedroom, you know? Don't shove that stuff down my throat!"

Asriel snickered despite himself. "Okay, well—"

"Keep it going now!" called the camp head. "What's the third pillar, everyone?"

"GENEROUS!" came the response.

"Gay!" Dess called out.

Her voice got lost in the crowd, for the most part, but a few of the kids sitting nearer to them giggled and glanced over at them.

As the camp head ripped off the next piece of paper and started talking about the virtues of generosity, Asriel was caught between laughter and terror. "Dess, no, don't—Dess!"

But she was smirking in that way she did whenever she decided to plow headfirst into trouble. "Come on, Azzy, what are they gonna do to us? Kick us out? As far as I'm concerned, that's a win."

"Our moms will kill us!"

"Oh, like my mom doesn't already want to kill me." She paused for a second as the crowd shouted out the next pillar—EMPATHETIC!—and then gave Asriel a flat look. "Come on, Azzy. Is this really how you want to spend your summer? We're in high school now. We're basically adults. We shouldn't be stuck in some crummy church camp."

Asriel frowned. "I, uh, I don't know…"

"And that brings us to our final pillar," the camp head was saying. "L for…"

"LEARNING!"

"LESBIANISM!" Dess screamed at the top of her lungs.

The pavilion went dead quiet. Every head turned towards the two of them.

"Um. Dess?" Asriel tried to shrink in on himself. "Maybe we should…"

"Run," Dess said, grabbing Asriel's hand and sprinting towards the woods.

[februaryflowers]

with you

order up: a mint coffee with tapioca pearls for seokmin + anon !

a coworkers assassins drama

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warnings: another seventeen member is a betraying double agent, language, a non descript shot is fired + hits a major character, implied blood mention

drama, angst, fluff if you squint (maybe ?); 631 words, assassin!seokmin x assassin!reader

Catching Seokmin’s eye across the ballroom, you give him a small nod. And just like that, he turns his head, not a single sign of recognition in his eyes. But that’s how it is.

You haven’t seen him in weeks, maybe months, away on your own respective missions. Perhaps that’s just what happens when headquarters finds out about the budding romance between its two star assassins. Yet, even now, your love for him hasn’t waned. It’s probably grown, in fact, your heart wanting to plow through this crowd of snobby businessmen to just feel his arms around you once more despite your years of training and experience echoing in your brain that tells you that would be the worst idea right now.  

But alas, even a single wrong breath could put these kinds of people on your scent, often finding any possible reason, no matter how outlandish, to oust other “unbecoming” socialites from their circles. And you have a mission here, after all: to find and eliminate the double agent who’s supposedly given their allegiances to one of the CEOs in the room and become a rogue assassin for hire. Apparently they’re here to find another target that both agencies want gone. 

So, as hard as it is for your usually stone heart, you put aside your thoughts of Seokmin. Instead, your eyes wander the scene, feigning a bitter superiority as you try to analyze members of the crowd. 

As your gaze brushes over the tailored suits and custom-made dresses, one man does catch your attention. Quickly doubling back, you let your eyes grow wide. He was just there… Nobody here would dare move that fast, let alone be able to. Where did he go?

Unless…

“Shit,” you mutter, holding your back a little straighter as you shuffle over to the bathrooms. 

Kim Mingyu knows you’re here. Kim Mingyu knows you’re on to him. And if there’s anything the two of you have learned over the years, it’s that you do not leave witnesses. 

Fidgeting with the watch on your wrist, you press the knob that normally is supposed to adjust the time, hoping that Seokmin can answer. 

But you never have to worry with him. He comes seconds after you, joining your pacing in front of the restroom doors.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, trying to keep his voice low and calm, but, even still, the words fall quickly.

“The rat is Mingyu. He knows that I know.”

“What?”

You nod frantically, your head bouncing up and down. “I saw him. It’s just supposed to be us and the double agent here. It has to be him.”

Sighing, Seokmin runs a hand through his hair. “You’re sure it was him?”

���It couldn’t have been anyone else. I’m sure.”

“Did you see where he went?”

“No, when I looked back he was gone. We have to—”

The bang rings out, wet warmth growing around the palm splayed over your abdomen. The footsteps behind you grow fainter and fainter, but Seokmin is still here, frozen in front of you.

“Go,” you grit out. “You’re our only chance.”

“I can’t go,” he croaks. A tear falls down his cheek, one he quickly shakes off. “Not like this. You need help.”

Your gaze flickers to his, and you swallow when you find his eyes, no longer guarded by the years of training as he presses his hand over yours. You know this shot won’t kill you. But, even if it’s selfish, having Seokmin with you here, it makes your heart swell and, maybe just a little, hope that he doesn’t leave. Maybe, just for a second, after all you’ve done to make the world safer, the world can grant you this moment, just this once. 

“Just stay with me, y/n.”

“I’m with you, Seokmin.”

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three Chapter 36

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Three

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 107k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: Only one Xiang remains and her name is Merra. She hopes to unite the land by force and plow down anyone in her way—especially the people of Agni who she deems faithless and the native people of Terra who refuse to cooperate with her.

Raine continues to serve his Lord but he has taken to alcoholism to soothe his grief—a fact he keeps out of his letters with Heidi. Baiya has returned to mercenary work in order to keep his family safe while Kira is on the warpath. He, fully, takes on the title of Chaaya and means to defeat the Xiang he sees as false.

And, in a guarded castle in Enlil, a stir-crazy Princess dabbles in the dark arts, setting in motion something even Tiandi cannot see.

Full chapter 36 under the cut

Chapter XXXVI:

Silence lingered. Raine’s mind whirred with the beginnings of a lot of sentences but never the middle or end—just a hive of almost nonsensical thoughts. He wished he could articulate what it was, exactly, he felt. More than that, he wished he could just touch Kira’s arm and let him know what was going on inside of him through some form of mind reading. Then he would not have to speak at all.

Kira, for his part, only saw Raine looming over him with a complicated and nigh unreadable expression on his face.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to try to capture me again?”

Raine snapped out of his mental prison and, immediately, shook his head. “What? No.” A frown settled in. “Clearly, I have deserted the army and the new Xiang. I still have loyalty to my country and my King but he did not wish for me to spend my time chasing after you, you know.”

“I did not think it was his idea.” Kira half snickered and half sighed.

“Well…I just wanted to be clear. We are all under Merra’s thumb. No one had a choice.”

Kira managed to keep some semblance of a smile, even if it was only hanging on by the crook of his lips. He had known everything Raine was up to had been wrapped up in his sense of duty—he had always been that way. And, while he was sure he knew the answer already, he felt he had to ask, “So what made you choose different?”

“The same thing that made you choose different.” Raine finally stopped frowning but he was not exactly grinning either. Some of the tension released from his shoulders though, especially when he said, “Pangu.”

“Ah,” he replied as if it was some big revelation despite the fact it was the exact answer he expected, “So your duty as a disciple trumps your duty to all else?”

“Always.”

Kira’s smile fell a little more but he did feel some warmth in his chest. Still, he had a few more follow-up questions. “And it is not loyalty to Tiandi, right?”

“That is gone.” Raine did not waste a second. “I cannot turn a blind eye to what I have seen from him or his Heavenly Princes.”

“But you also will not turn to Shakti’s side either, I presume?”

“No. There are more than two sides here.” Raine shook his head and then sighed. “I was hoping you would be on our side. Even after the battle…”

Kira heard a slight tremble in his voice and he noticed his body becoming tense again. There was a fight on the horizon, he could feel it coming.

“I can’t,” he told him, as directly as he could, “The Mistresses will expect me back. Shakti will expect me back. And I will not risk all of you just to cling onto the past now that Pangu is back. It is not as simple as you think it is.”

“I do not think it is simple!” Raine raised his voice but then immediately took a half step backward as if to silently apologize. “I understand that it must be hard. But…if we can run away from Tiandi then, surely, you can run away from Shakti?”

“Raine…” Kira glanced to the side. He could see where his logic was coming from and, technically speaking, it would be easier to “run” from Shakti than from Tiandi. So, by all accounts, he should have been able to stay with them despite his circumstance. With a deep breath, he admitted, “I…Shakti is not evil. Just like Tiandi is not good…she is…she is complex. You may not understand but I do not want to just leave her.”

“But you are worried about Pangu’s safety because of her?” Raine pointed out.

“Yes, in a way. Although she knows he is alive again now and has said nothing about taking him out. Parvati, as well, is insistent on leaving him be.” A smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the Mistress’ exact words, “Actually, Parvati suggested that I return as a disciple.”

“You were around Sha-parvati?” Raine tilted his head to the side with a look of confusion prevalent.

Kira quirked his eyebrow in turn. “Yes? She was not there often but I spent some time with all the Mistresses. And that necromancer guy—whatever his name is.”

Raine shook his head, as if trying to collect his thoughts. “She did not tell you then?”

“Tell me what?” His vagueness was beginning to irk him.

“Sha-parvati was the one who taught May how to bring back the dead. How to do it without miasma. She brought them Pangu’s body and soul.”

Kira could hardly think for a few seconds as the information sunk in. Parvati had been the reason Pangu was brought back and she did not tell him? She knew, the entire time, that he could come back and she let Kira believe he was dead for good?

“Why…?” he whispered before his hands balled into fists. “I have to talk to her.”

Before he could open a portal and run right back to the Mistress and demand answers, Raine clamped a hand down over his shoulder.

“Wait!” Raine gripped him harder. “Wait…until after the battle at least? When you intend to go back anyway?”

The suggestion was reasonable but Kira still wanted to confront Parvati with this new information. His stomach flipped as he swallowed down the anger and pushed it aside for the time being.

“Okay…” he relented and sighed. With his right hand, he rubbed over his face, a little aggressively, and held back the urge to slap himself to regain his center. He had a feeling he knew how Raine would react if he did.

Then Raine started to laugh. It was quiet and more to himself than anything but it got Kira’s attention and his curiosity.

“Um…you okay?” he furrowed his brow.

Raine sighed, a faint smile on his lips. “You know, I came out here for a particular reason and I still have not said a damn thing I intended to.”

“Well, now is as good a time as any.” Kira said and glanced to the side as Raine’s hand left his shoulder. He supposed he was not worried about him diving through a miasma portal anymore.

“It is still so hard.” Raine shook his head. “I…if you are leaving again after this battle, I know I have to tell you before. My biggest regret this past year and a half has been not telling you when we were in Gnoma. But, I suppose, I was just realizing it, as ridiculous as it may seem, and I was scared of it.”

Kira’s brows dipped further down. “What are you talking about?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

Raine laughed at himself again. “Probably should have gotten another drink before trying this,” he mumbled.

That made Kira frown. He knew, both from what Baiya had told him and from what he had seen so far, that Raine was drinking a little too much a little too often. He probably had a dependency at this point but Kira knew he was the last person with any authority to point that out.

“You can tell me sober. Or, as close to sober as you may be right now.”

“Pretty close,” Raine grumbled before taking a deep breath and steeling himself. “Look…I…I am very slow in this area. Dense, you have called me before and, in hindsight, I think it was well deserved. I had never felt like this with anyone before so I did not know it when it happened to me and, on top of that, I did not want to think it was the case. Duty first, and all that.”

Kira felt his insides clench. He did not know, exactly, where this was going but there was a warning alarm in the back of his head.

“Felt like what…?” he asked in spite of how every fiber of his being begged him to run away.

Raine caught his eye, held it for a while, but then looked to the ground and sighed. “Felt like everyone else seems to feel about someone at some point…” He kept his eyes closed for a long moment before returning back to look at Kira. Rather boldly, he continued, “I am in love with you. I was a fool not to see it sooner and I was a bigger fool not to tell you in Gnoma. I have to tell you now…in case this is my last chance.”

It must have been a joke. For some reason, that was all Kira could think.

There was no way it could be true.

Kira took his turn to stare at Raine and not say anything while he wracked his mind for some crumb of understanding. Had Raine become so lonely that he convinced himself that what he felt was love? That could make sense, he wagered, but then why pick Kira to latch onto out of everyone?

“Did you…did you hear me?” Raine asked when the silence carried on for too long. “If you do not feel the same, you can tell me. I just…I needed to confess.”

Still no response. Kira fought to say something but his throat closed. He worried he might cry, of all things, in response and that only served to irritate him.

“Are you mad?”

“No,” he finally got out. “I…I think you are confused, Raine.”

He was met with a frown. “Confused?” Raine echoed. “I have had quite a lot of time to think about it. It is one of the few things I am one hundred percent certain of, actually.”

Kira’s laugh was dry and humorless. “But you…you can’t. It does not make sense.”

“Does it have to make sense?” Raine asked before shaking his head. “When I first saw you, I found you handsome and charming, though I was displeased with your…criminal activity. Then, I became jealous of the time you spent with Pangu even if I could not recognize it as jealousy. I was even jealous of Baiya! The way you two bickered and pushed each other around…because I wanted your attention. I wished for you to look at me and, sometimes, me only. I simply did not realize it until I had time to sit alone and think.”

In a perfect world, the man who had shown him kindness in his youth when no others had, who inspired him to run away from his mother the first chance he got, now confessing his love would have been a perfect ending. It was, in a lot of ways, everything Kira had wanted to hear.

Yet, his eyes were blurry with tears and his heart burned. “You are too good for me, Raine. You deserve better.”

“I disagree.” Raine’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “I know you feel that way but I do not. Just like Pangu, I see someone that you do not see. Maybe you cannot see it or maybe it is just more comfortable for you to hide behind all the bad you have done. But I do not care about that…whether you are deserving of me or I of you…I do not care…”

“I would ruin you,” it was all he could think to say, to argue.

But Raine was having none of that either. He touched the side of Kira’s head, his fingers intertwined in his hair and his thumb just by the corner of his eye. He said, almost demanded, “Ruin me then.”

He gave no room for rebuttal—he barely even gave room for Kira to take a breath before he pulled him closer as he bent down, connecting in an uneven but direct kiss.

Kira could hardly believe how forward he was but he allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment as he still tried to wrap his mind around everything. When Raine did, at last, pull away, he looked as though he were expecting a scolding.

“You should work on your aim,” Kira could not resist a good tease. He smiled when the man’s cheeks turned rosy and he glanced away. “Do you want to stay in the room with me tonight? I was set to be alone in there.”

Raine blinked a few times and opened his mouth to agree but found his words were stuck in his throat so he just nodded instead.

***

Breakfast was an even bigger ordeal than dinner had been the night before only it was mostly Baiya’s family doing the talking while everyone else was quiet. Well, everyone except for May.

There were a lot of food items on the table that she was unfamiliar with and she continued to pick them up and ask, “What is this?” only for one of the kids or Loa to explain it to her. She also kept looking over at Raine as well as Kaz and the company around them.

She had yet to say anything and it was no wonder why—Fujin had, almost certainly, had a talk with her before the meal. The blonde woman kept her gaze firmly on May, sometimes looking as though she were having a silent conversation with her.

Raine was beyond grateful. With the visible bruises on his neck, he was already showcasing something he had hoped would remain private. He checked with Pangu, Baiya, Viren, and Kaz to see that none of them were marked the same way he was.

That made him more embarrassed.

“So, after we eat, there should be a few of my men arriving to escort you all,” Phay kept the conversation on the important topic. “I sent a messenger falcon this morning and they are not far away.”

“I suppose you will not be coming with us, Baiya?” Duobu asked with a knowing look.

“No. I will stay here and fight.”

“Me too,” Loa said, causing her family to look at her all at once.

“Loa,” her mother gasped, “Are you…? Sure?”

She nodded. “I am good with a bow and I will stay at the back but…I cannot just hide away. Sorry.”

“I will make sure your son and daughter are taken care of,” Phay promised and, that, somehow, was enough to visibly ease Daiji’s worries.

The family packed their things and, as Phay had guessed, a small troop of five soldiers arrived to take them to a safe house further west. Baiya and Loa said their goodbyes and Viren and Oli even gave a few hugs while also thanking them for their hospitality over the last several moons.

Tension was still thick between Viren and Daiji, although only on the lord’s side as she brandished a big smile once she was in front of him. To his surprise, she initiated a hug, squeezing him in her arms with impressive force.

When she pulled away, he was dumbstruck, completely unable to speak.

Daiji took the moment of silence to say, “Be careful.” She gripped his shoulders and retained that wide smile. Some fear and worry for the upcoming days lurked underneath but she pushed through it. “Come back safe, okay?”

Viren still could not speak but he did manage to nod before she moved onto Pangu who had just finished hugging both Duobu and the kids.

Phay had already given her word to protect Baiya and Loa but Pangu wanted to give his as well. He knew he had promised, some time ago, that he would do everything he could to watch over this family and he still intended to keep that same promise.

“Daiji,” he said to her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “I will keep Loa safe. Baiya too. And Phay, though I am sure she would resist the notion.”

The woman smiled and then slowly removed his hands. He was confused at first until she took his face into her palms and gently patted his cheeks. “Pangu…I know you will look after my children’s physical safety. I trust you. But…take care of my boy’s heart too, will you?”

He blinked a few times but then smiled in return. “Yes. Of course.”

Daiji released him before she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Watch out for yourself too.”

Pangu nodded and let her go. She hugged her two oldest kids one last time before she, her husband, and her youngest children were taken away. Baiya shot Pangu a look, clearly curious to what they had talked about but he just shook his head with a faint smile.

Once they were mere dots on the horizon, Pangu turned to look at everyone. Baiya, Viren, and Kaz he knew were well rested. After their quick goodnight kisses, they had all gone directly to sleep. Oli seemed energized so he guessed he slept well and Loa and Phay were in decent spirits as well. May kept checking eagerly between the men so Pangu had an idea of what her conversation with Fujin had been like all night and, probably most of the morning as well. And, most notably, Kira was in a much more relaxed state while Raine had a few bruises on his neck.

Pangu might talk to Kira about it later, he decided, but for the time being, he could keep his smiling and snickering to himself. “Alright,” he got everyone’s attention. “Phay, Loa, Viren, and Oli. I am going to unblock your crowns and give you a basic run down on your elemental energies. If we are going to be facing Merra and all of her disciples as well as an entire army, we need all the advantages we can manage.”

“Us too?” Oli gestured between himself and Viren, surprised.

“Yes. I imagine you both will stay in the back as support but I do not want you to be defenseless.” Pangu smiled. “Now, who wants to start first?”

Loa, somehow, bounded to the front before anyone else could. “I want to,” she said with a wide smile. “I was always curious about what my brother went through.”

“Alright. Give me your hands.” Pangu held out his for her to rest hers on top of. For some reason or another, Loa seemed jittery and surrendered her hands as if she was shy about it.

For a moment, Pangu wondered if she still had that small crush on him but, with a quick look over at Phay and the expression on her face, a lot clicked. Pangu shook his head at the two of them—even if Baiya had not filled him in on their status, he was sure he could have guessed correctly anyway.

After her there was Phay and then Oli. Pangu ended with Viren and took note of his exceptionally high resonance. He had not felt it before but, with his crown unblocked, his body attracted cosmic energy quite easily. And, once it was in his body, it resonated with him rather strongly.

Of course, Phay had pretty good resonance as well—as did Loa. Oli was around May’s level—not bad but Pangu doubted he would be able to move past the basics for a while.

Training, for the two days they had to prepare for the coming battle, was sure to be stressful but at least it would not be boring.

[snaileer]

YJ/DP Crossover 10

After Aqualad and Superboy nearly get plowed over by both stray crutches and Phantom, the rest of the team wisely stands to the sidelines and lets them have their reunion. Even Red Huntress steps away, leaving while the two talk.

The kid on crutches- Tucker- seems ecstatic to see his friend, and judging by the way he’s glowing, so is Phantom.

“Phantom! I can’t believe you’re back! You’ve been missing for so long! We tried to find you, I swear, but the boomerang never came back and we couldn’t find your ecto-signature and Vlad was acting all shifty and stuff and then your parents-“

Danny holds out a hand to stop him, “I know, Tuck, I already went by there. They didn’t remember me, even when I tried to explain it..”

“It’s not their fault! It’s Plasmius! After you disappeared he did something and it’s like they forgot they had a son at all!” Tucker gestures with a wave of his crutch.

Robin shouts as he ducks to avoid loosing his head, “Watch where you’re swinging that thing, man!” He scowls and brushes down his hair.

“Wait, Plasmius did what-“

“Oh my god, I almost just decapitated Robin… oh my god, am I a fugitive of the Justice League now?” Tucker looks at Phantom with panic, “I can’t afford to be a fugitive, Phantom! I don’t have enough portable chargers!”

Phantom grabs his friend by the shoulders and shakes roughly, “Tucker, you are fine! Batman is not going to kill you! Now, tell me what Vlad did!”

“He erased you!”

Phantom reels back like he’s been struck.

“We only kind of know how he did it, and we’re working on being able to fix it but..” Tucker avoids making eye contact, “Listen, when you disappeared, me and Sam tried to cover for you, said you were at some space camp. When you didn’t come back after two weeks… we knew somebody had to know, had to do something. We went to your parents, they didn’t even know you existed! They thought we were just some classmates of Jazz’s and-“ Tucker watches as Phantom slowly sinks in the air till he’s not even floating anymore. “It was a mess, a big giant mess, and Vlad- well, Plasmius- he wiped your parent’s memories but nobody else, and when you didn’t turn up and nobody could find you, we told everybody you were at boarding school,”

“But… where’s Jazz, couldn’t she jog their memories?” Danny says, pleading.

“We tried… She was away at college, and obviously we called her back but.. the moment she stepped into town, Plasmius went after her. She decided she had to stay out of Amity, so she’s been driving around the states, looking for you. I think she still is-“ Tucker swept his hand out again, this time hitting Robin when he didn’t duck fast enough.

“Sorry,” he winced.

“I knew it was Plasmius! I knew it! Gah.. this is such a mess! I just wish I could rememb—Ah!” Phantom hits the ground with a thump, Tucker’s hand clamped over his mouth.

“No wishes!”

“Oh my gosh, sorry, I totally forgot,” Danny smiles wistfully, “Man, Amity is so weird I actually missed it….” He dims, “I missed so much time..”

“Sorry, wishes? What’s the big deal with that?” Artemis asks.

Tucker stands as he looks at the team grimly and holds up his fingers, “Two words, kids: Weaponized. Genie.” He pauses, “In a thermos. Five words. Eh, close enough.”

Tucker shrugs and turns back to Danny, “You said you’re sure Batman’s not gonna come after me for hitting Robin, right?”

“He won’t,” Robin dabs at the bruise on his forehead, “but I might,” He says with a glare.

“I think you’re good, man,” Danny chuckles and put his hands on his hips like Superman, “I mean, I’m practically part of the Justice League now anyways.”

Wally smirks, “ehhhhh… That’s a bit of an exaggeration, we’re more like ‘Team who wouldn’t stop sneaking on missions till they finally gave in and gave us one,’ but sure, Phantom ‘You’re part of the Justice League’, despite the fact that you’ve been here the shortest,” Wally said with a roll of his eyes.

Phantom quickly floats between them to block Tucker’s view, “And that’s Kid Flash, also known as the Skeptic Grump…him you can feel free to decapitate with a crutch.”

“Duly noted,” Tucker says.

“Why do you have crutches, man?” Danny asks, looking at the bulky cast on Tucker’s foot.

Dani rolls her eyes, “He was ‘hurt in the line of duty’," She stressed the finger quotes, “and now he gets to sit out of actually doing anything.”

Tucker crosses his arms and raises his chin in defiant pride, “I was bravely injured in the midst of a rescue mission.” He pauses at Danny’s doubtful look, “I have a great responsibility, dude! I’m the 4th in command!” Tucker says and puffs out his chest.

“And first in vanity, as always Tuck,” Phantom laughs.

“Someone’s gotta admire all this greatness, otherwise it goes to waste! Speaking of..” Tucker whips around to extend a hand to Artemis, “The name’s Tucker Foley, TF, as in Too Fine,” He smiles, “And don’t worry, the green skin is not a dealbreaker,” Tucker winks and shoots a pair of finger guns at M’gann.

“Oh god, there’s another one,” Artemis says as she reluctantly shakes his hand.

“I wonder if my initials can do that… WW.. Way wonderful? Way….?” Wally says under his breath, thinking hard.

“Torturing them already, Foley?” Huntress asks as she re-enters the room.

“You know it, Red. If you won’t lock this down, somebody’s gotta,” Tucker waggles his eyebrows.

“Blech,” She gagged, “Did you contact Manson? She say how soon she’d get here?”

“Actually she said to meet her at ‘The Spot’ which was like super vague but honestly I think she was just more preoccupied with trying to escape her parent’s gala tonight,” Tucker says, raising his PDA to show a calendar event named ‘Manson Gala’ on the screen.

Val’s eyes widen under her visor, “She said that? That exactly? The Spot?”

“Yeah..?” Tucker looks up from his PDA, “Why?”

Huntress starts moving immediately, “Suit up, Justice Kids, we have a heist to carry out,”

Aqualad steps in front of her, “Please wait. Red Huntress, we cannot just go rushing in, we are heroes and-“

“Listen, Fish Boy,” Huntress says, rising up on her hover board to get in Aqualad’s face, “Heroes or not, Vlad’s plans are what AMITy needs to beat him, and this might be our only chance to get them. As AMITy’s commander, you either get with us or get out of the way, but I’m getting those plans.”

Aqualad looks stunned for a second, the rest of his team sending cursory glances and wondering if this is going to get physical.

“I… understand that, but this team has regulations, people we have to report to.. Phantom,” Aqualad turns to him, “Surely you can agree, this is not the time to be acting rashly,”

Phantom looks conflicted for second, looking between Val and the Team.

And Tucker. And Dani.

He sighs, “Call Batman if you need to, but if Huntress says this has to happen now, then I’m going with her. It could be our chance to take down Vlad,.. Plasmius, the Guys in White…this could be it, Aqualad.”

“Are you sure about this, Phantom? You just got here, just got your memories back and-“

“But I’m not the only one suffering because of him,” Phantom cuts in, “I’m sure, Kaldur,” he says firmly.

Aqualad nods, “Then we will be with you.”

“How ever ill-advised it may be,” Artemis grumbles, only to get elbowed sharply by Robin, “What?? It is!” She whisper-yells back.

Red Huntress looks at them with begrudgment and doubt, “Do what you gotta do, but whoever’s coming, meet me outside in 10. We don’t have time to spare.” Huntress says with military precision and turns to Dani and Tucker, “Foley, make sure Manson knows we’re coming and she’s ready. Then take Dani and help her get past the defenses to get Fenton gear,” she looks to Dani, “Stock up and fly it to us at Vlad’s mansion. We’re gonna need a lot. Spector-deflectors and thermoses especially. Don’t get caught.”

Dani smirks at Valerie and gives Phantom a wry look, “I never do,”

“Good. Keep that record, and make sure to keep Foley out of trouble, I’ll rally the rest of the forces.”

Both of them nod and Valerie leaves the group, an audible shout of ‘Get your pampered butt over here, Dash!’ fading as she descends the stairs.

Danny looks at Tucker, “Has it really been like this the whole time I was gone?”

Tucker shrugs, “I mean, more or less, yeah. If it makes you feel any better, I think the town will appreciate you more when you come back, now that they know everything you do for them.”

Phantom grimaces, “It really doesn’t.” He looks over the railing at the organizing crowd of highschoolers preparing to fight Vlad, “I should have been here. Should’ve been able to stop this, to protect you guys.”

“Phantom,” Superboy says sharply, “What the GIW did was out of your control.” He looks ready to fight Phantom on it, but if anybody would know about secret evil organizations, it’s SB, so Phantom lets it go.

“So it was the GIW?” Tucker asks.

“Yeah, you guys didn’t know?”

“I mean, we had our suspicions, but you have a surprisingly large number of enemies,” Dani says, popping into existence on Superboy’s shoulder. Superboy startles and nearly falls over until he regains his balance.

“I still bet Plasmius has something to do with it, but that might just be the permanent soul deep grudge I have for him,” Dani shrugs noncommittally, then looks down at Superboy, “Do you have any of those Clone-Buddy? Wait you have a name, right?”

“Uh… yes? And also yes? And why are you on my shoulder? And don’t call me that.” Superboy finally seems to catch up with her words enough to be irritated at them.

“Yeesh, fine, I thought we were bonding,” Dani says as she floats over to Tucker.

“Superboy just doesn’t really like physical contact much, sorry Dani,” M’gann says as she gets closer to Superboy.

Dani waves a hand, “It’s fine, call me when he hits clone puberty and gets over the identity issues,” She shrugs with a smile, “It happens to us all.”

Superboy looks away defiantly, ignoring the comment. At least she said he could still call her.

“Come on, Dani, I need to make sure Sam gets our message and I have the tech needed to hack the Fent-“ Tucker freezes with a look at Phantom.

Phantom waves it off, “It’s fine Tuck, it’s not like I didn’t break in my fair share of times, but uhh..” Phantoms pauses, looking down and blushing a bit, “Say hi to Sam for me will you? So she knows I’m back?”

Tucker smiles, “You got it, bro.”

Just as he turns to leave with Dani, Robin stops the two of them, “Hang on, I’ve been ignoring it, but I have to know, why did Dani look so different when we first came in?”

The Amity park residents exchange a look like they’re deciding whether or not to tell them something…

“Phantom, we talked about this, we’re your team, you need to be honest with us,” Aqualad says.

Dani looks to Phantom with a shrug, “It’s your secret, cuz'.”

Phantom lands softly on the ground and returns the look, “That’s just the thing, Dani, I don’t think it is anymore.”

Dani stutters back, “You mean..-“

Tucker remains silent, rocking back on his crutches as horror and grief write themselves across his face.

Phantom turns away, back towards the team, “Dani looked like that because she’s a halfa. Dani’s not a full ghost, she’s half-dead, half-alive, a Halfa.”

Phantom pauses, “It’s what I used to be.”

“Used to?”

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36374176/chapters/90685825. (Cleaner Writing)

Part 1: https://snaileer.tumblr.com/post/661211386227064832/yjdp-crossover (Has spoilers)

Next Part: https://snaileer.tumblr.com/post/675105940768456704/yjdp-crossover-11

[yandere-sins]

Good evening or morning (wherever you are).... My request for today is Kaeya from genshin impact. What if he were to confess his love to a timid reader but *gasps* she reveals she has a boyfriend already. Smut is fine if you want.

Thank you so much 🦋

Thank you for requesting!! ♥ Part 2 of my trying to get back into smut OTL

Rated Lemon/Explicit!

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Even after everything that happened, you weren't able to forget the look on Kaeya's face as you broke the news.

True, you and your boyfriend had wanted to keep your relationship on the low, but not because you tried to deceive your friends, just so you two could have some peace while finding out more about each other and developing your feelings. But you never meant for anyone to look at you so... disappointed. Even if you were happy with your choice of partner, having to reject someone dear to you still hurt.

"Oh, [Name]," Kaeya sighed, shaking his head. Of course, he wouldn't be happy to hear the person he just asked out confess that they had a boyfriend. Perhaps especially because you two had always been relatively close, even more so lately where you were out almost every day after work. You felt a tinge of regret not telling him earlier. Save him the embarrassment you assumed he must feel. Then again, how could you have known that the charismatic Kaeya had feelings for you? He could have any woman in town, so why had it to be you? Of all people, you wouldn't have expected Kaeya to confess his love to you. Even if you two always got along fine, you thought yourself to look rather gray next to the shining knight that Kaeya was. Someone who wasn't fit to be anything more than friends with him.

"W-We can still continue being friends?" was the best and stupidest comfort you could come up with on the spot. You saw his grimace of disapproval, and it took him a second to collect himself, taking a deep breath before pushing himself away from the wall he had leaned on after learning the truth. Kaeya truly appeared devastated by the realization that you were taken already, and part of you could understand him. Certainly, you had just ruined his night and whatever companionship you two had, just because you couldn't have been more open from the beginning. It would have at least saved him some heartache, if any.

"Friends?" Kaeya mumbled, unfolding his crossed arms as he walked back to your side, leaning on the backrest of your chair. Feeling uncomfortably cornered, you stood up, looking around you. The outside of the tavern was lonely, and Kaeya had chosen this place for his confession surely to avoid any curious listeners. There were still voices coming from inside Angel's Share, but the streets of Mondstadt were quiet at this time of the night, with only his smooth voice reaching out to you. "With all due respect..."

Wrapping his fingers around your chin, you were forced to look up, staring right back into the mocking expression of your 'friend', the mood suddenly shifting. You had regretted having to reject Kaeya's feelings before, Kaeya always having been a good friend to you and hurting him felt wrong. But you would come to regret it much more that you went outside with him, away from the safety of the masses.

"I'd rather be anything else than your 'friend'."

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"Come on, Dove! Say it! I'm better than him, aren't I?"

"N-No--"

Your attempt to refuse this assumption was meekly interrupted by your loud gasps as Kaeya pushed forward. The curve on his cock was so perfectly aligned inside of you, constantly hitting the good spots whenever he plowed it inside. A cocky grin was on his face as he showed you off in the reflection of the mirror before you, spread over his legs and hanging in his grip on you. It was the biggest taunt he could think of, constantly reminding you how good you were feeling despite your initial refusal of him.

The image inside of the mirror wasn't one you had ever seen of yourself. That sweaty, drooling mess of a human, eyes unfocused and yet filled with pleasure, was nothing you could relate to. And yet, except for the occasional blue strands of hair falling over your skin and peeking out from behind your shoulder, your brain recognized the sight as you. Still, it was hard to accept this side of yourself, especially with his marks and hands. All. Over. It.

Kaeya only laughed as you tried to refute him, smirking a cocky grin from behind you. "Oh? Did Mr. Boyfriend not touch you yet? Even though you're such a little slut?"

His hand falling between your legs, Kaeya first brushed up your thighs, causing you to squirm from the sensation. His hands were trained and roughed up from handling swords, but the way he used them showed how skilled he was. Settling at your clit, he slowed down the rocking of his hips for a moment to get his fingers wet with your juices before picking up the pace again. There was no way you could deny how you were feeling after riding him for the better portion of time ever since he brought you to this city apartment of his, your body shivering and moving on its own with his hand teasing your clit, the additional pleasure riling you up.

"Look at your cunt gaping open for me~" he purred, opening your lower lips wide for the mirror to reflect your exposed entrance. Seeing how his shaft disappeared inside you clearly, you only felt hotter from embarrassment, turning your head which was quickly caught by his free hand, Kaeya turning it forward again - painfully so. His grip wasn't even close to how he had touched you before when you two had still been 'only' drinking buddies. You weren't sure how long he had feelings for you, but you wagered that these feelings must have changed much in the last hour, just like his touch. It once had been so gentle, kind. But now, it was rough and demanding, leaving no room for how you felt.

"Let go!" you said firmly, tearing yourself from his grip to avoid looking at this strange self in the reflection. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. Kaeya made a fool out of you, now that he had you in this peculiar situation. It's not like you wanted to cheat on your boyfriend and betray him in any kind. But your body reacted positively to it, making Kaeya chuckle as you tightened around him after seeing yourself, "You are enjoying it a lot, aren't you?"

It brought tears to your eyes, knowing it was Kaeya deeply lodged inside of you, but your sobs were just another incentive for him to continue. You couldn't even blame him for that - they did sound a lot like sounds of pleasure that overtook their place. Soon you were back to gasping and moaning, glad you at least weren't begging him for more with how shameful you behaved.

"You can still leave him," Kaeya suggested. Though a smile still played around his lips before he hid them behind your shoulder, kissing it tenderly, he sounded very serious. "Leave him and stay with me. No one needs to know what kind of slut you are, going behind his back."

"But I didn't!" you sobbed. "You forced me too-- You forced yourself on me!"

Without hearing the sigh falling off Kaeya's lips, you found yourself breathing in sharply as he made a sudden push, burying his cock even deeper inside of you, the base of it touching your body. The gasp was followed by a long moan, tears streaming down your face after he exploited your sensitivity so much. It was a regrettable, disgusting moan signaling how much you enjoyed him hitting these sweet spots of yours.

Your gaze fell back to the mirror, showing the pleasure-stricken expression on your face. Even though you knew you shouldn't feel this way, Kaeya simply seemed to know all the right things to do, and he used all of them. It was bitter, but he did make you feel... erotic. Made you feel like something you never saw yourself as. Something your boyfriend couldn't make you feel.

With him, it was sugary-sweet puppy love, but with Kaeya, there was so much more. Desire, carnal at that. Love, demands, obsession. No matter how either of you moved your body, it was exciting, making your heart race. Every glance at yourself in the mirror made your body tingle, and every one of his pushes sent waves of excitement up your spine. You wished to have experienced these things with the person you truly loved instead of the hawk watching you from behind.

"I know," he mumbled, his hands driving up from your pussy to your chest, giving your breasts an equal squeeze. Taking in a sharp breath, you held back, instead having Kaeya be the one to groan lowly into your shoulder as you tightened around him. "I'll take so much better care of you than that boy. I can make you your true self, don't you think? You're wasted on everyone but me."

"Just finish it," you breathed heavily, and Kaeya sighed.

"As you wish."

Picking you up by the legs, Kaeya hoisted you up into the air, taking a few steps forward to stand right in front of the mirror. It was a breathtaking sensation to feel his cock carving you out from the dynamic motions, your walls gladly welcoming every inch before confining his member inside. You really could do without a closer look at how his cock slid in and out of you, sloppy sounds and tingling sensations running through you, but it almost made you wonder if you'd be able to experience the same sensations that Kaeya put you through, ever again once this was over.

"Hope you're ready for what you wished for," he reminded you, and you instantly began to realize alarming innuendos in his choice of words and the teasing tone of his voice, struggling in his hold.

"N-Not inside!" you yelled at him, slinging one arm over his head to be the one to tightly grip his face this time. "You can't cum inside!"

"Oh, really?" he taunted you. You squeezing his cheeks together didn't change the fact that he could grin like a Cheshire cat out of fairytales. "Give me one good reason not to."

"I can't bear your baby! I just can't!"

Grinning even wider, Kaeya let you drop a few inches to kiss your nose. "You'll need to do better than that."

Biting your lip, you thought about what he could want to hear from you, eventually realizing the level you'd have to stoop to. A baby would ruin everything, especially if it was Kaeya's baby. Even if things wouldn't turn out the worst way possible, it would still be a lifelong reminder of this ordeal he put you through. Your pride was worth nothing in exchange for the future you always wanted to have.

"P-Please..." you mumbled, the quick pace with which he was ramming into you making it hard to speak. At the same time, it urged you to hurry, as it wouldn't be long now before he'd fulfill the deed inside of you.

"I can't hear you~"

"Please don't cum inside me!"

Halting abruptly, Kaeya looked at the mirror image of you two, thinking for a split second before he resumed the pounding--this time, determined to finish. It was almost like you were hit by thunder, every movement releasing more shocks through you. You were a panting mess, but Kaeya wasn't far from it either. His eye would close halfway as he sunk into pleasure with you, both of you falling deeper and deeper into this hole.

Until it was finally over, your body curving and stretching, Kaeya's grip tightening to hold you throughout your orgasm, fingers digging into your supple thighs. Closing your eyes, you felt like flying, carried by a cloud, away from all the bad things and surrounded by the comforts and excitement that only intimacy could cause. You were almost lost in the orgasm before a part of you recalled the danger that was Kaeya, but much to your relief, when you opened your eyes again, he pushed in deep for the last time before suddenly lifting your up and off his cock.

Spurts of white semen shot through the air, landing on your reflection's stomach almost exactly where it would have landed inside of you. Both of you huffing, exhausted and spent, you watched as it dripped off the slick surface, leaving its stains there rather than inside of you.

Kaeya finally dropped you down, your legs unsteady, but his hold never ceased and kept you up. "Thank you..." you muttered, finding it hard to believe that after all he did, you were still thanking him for not cumming inside. Finding yourself in his arms rather than the ground, you refused the kiss he wanted to plant on your lips, instead turning your cheek, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind.

"I think you owe me something," he whispered into your ear before you felt his teeth bit into your lobe, making you flinch. "I did pull out like you asked me to."

"I owe you nothing, you... you bastard! You fiend! You...!" Your feelings took the upper hand as you heard what he demanded from you now. It was hard not to raise your voice when he dared to tell you about what you owed him after taking you against your will.

Laughing out loud, Kaeya quickly composed himself again, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch. I didn't know you knew these kinds of words."

A sudden rough pull in your hair yanked your head back, your body arching under the force and pressing against his while Kaeya towered over you, never letting his gaze stray from you. "Call me what you want. I don't care what you think, I'm not your friend, remember? I am anything but your stupid, little friend."

This time he took your mouth as he pleased, ramming his lips into yours and slipping his tongue down your throat. When he finally spoke again, his words were nothing but threatening to you, an anxious knot building in your stomach.

"That's why you'll break up with that asshole, you understand?"

"Why would I! Just leave me alone! You had what you wanted!"

"You still don't understand it," Kaeya sighed, releasing your hair briefly before tangling it around his fingers again, pulling you back even further and making you fear your spine would snap. "You are what I want! You belong to me! I was nice this time, but I will change if I must. Break up with him and make it easy for both of you. And then you'll come back to warm my bed, understand?"

Gulping, you put on a brave face, trying to face his stare head-on. This was getting out of control; you couldn't let him win with all his endeavors! No matter how you thought about Kaeya before, this wasn't the man you had come to like and appreciate in the past. He was something, but you could only hope it was still a human.

"And what if I don't?" you asked, using all the courage left inside of you.

"Oh darling, believe me," he laughed, unexpectedly pulling away all of his hands, your body unable to keep itself up and plummeting to the floor. Instant waves of shock and pain hit you, but when he stepped between your legs, you couldn't help but look up to him. How could you have been so wrong about a person you spent so much time with? Who was this man claiming to love you?

"You will do as I say, or everyone will know what kind of slut you really are. Especially your fine boyfriend. Who do you think the people will believe - their charming cavalry captain or some random chick that was seen laughing and hanging around him a lot?"

You opened your mouth to protest, wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to tell him Mondstadt cared about you as much as they did about him. But... was this wrong to assume? Would they really believe your word against his? With a reputation like Kaeya had, would you stand a chance to win against him? You couldn't imagine living a different life than you had so far, so would you be able to deal with the branding of a cheater? Realizing these questions, you closed your mouth again, scrambling to get up and collect your clothes from the ground. You were ready to storm out of the room, just go home and forget about everything that happened but reaching for the doorknob, Kaeya approached you from behind, holding the door shut with his hand.

"Don't hate me too much, okay? I really, really love you, [Name]."

He sounded anxious as he whispered these words against your head, leaving a trail of kisses. How could you believe this? How could you believe any of what he was saying? Just now, he had forced you into a level of intimacy you hadn't been ready for, threatened you, and made demands. And now he came to you, showing these rare moments of vulnerability and insecurity that made you special before all of this went down. What could you still believe about Kaeya?

"This isn't love," you mumbled, twisting and turning the knob to leave, deciding you couldn't listen to his voice anymore.

"You'll come to understand that this is love," Kaeya chuckled. You could hear the bittersweet smile on his lips as he planted one more kiss on top of your shoulder before he pushed himself away, letting you escape into the night.

Only when the cold, fresh air engulfed your heated body could you finally collect your thoughts. Your body ached, and yet, it tingled with every step, remembering you of the pleasure you had experienced through him. Disgusted and appalled by yourself, you made your way back home, crying the whole time, wondering what went wrong.

It was all Kaeya's fault, right? He went mad and did these unspeakable things to you. He was jealous because you had a boyfriend already and rejected him. None of this was your fault... right? But at the same time, would he make these threats come true? Was there really no other way than to break up with your boyfriend? Could you do nothing but obey his demands if you wanted to keep living your life? Was the love he had for you really love?

These questions kept you up all night.

All while Kaeya sipped on his drink, satisfied with himself, studying the image of you he had in his mind and the cum stains on his mirror. Stains he only planned to add to but never get rid of.

Just like you'd never get rid of him.

[shokobuns]

“𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫?”

satoru likes to show off.

PAIRING(S): gojo satoru x f!reader x sukuna ryomen, ex fuck buddy!sukuna ryomen x f!reader, boyfriend!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE: smut, college!au, some fluff/humor

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: smut, threesome (i think), voyeurism, dubcon (for voyeur), masturbation (m) unprotected sex, creampie, overstim, size kink, squirting, mentions of a blowjob, marking, gojo clingy asf in public, mentions of public sex, a lot of praise

“Oh, sorry— Sukuna?”

The strawberry blonde smirks at you and a familiar sense of uneasiness overcomes your body. Your hand shakes slightly, the liquid content making small sloshes that spill over the cup. He notices this first and grabs your wrist, his much larger hand steadying yours. “No first name basis anymore, Princess?”

You look back down at your feet, memories flooding through your mind of the old nickname that spills from his lips. You don’t miss him, you truly don’t, but you do know that he gets a kick out of your own humiliation and that’s what makes you feel nervous. He’s shameless and it’s impossible to stir a reaction of unpleasantness. And he pushes your buttons whenever he can with no effort.

It all reminds you of the time his cock would be stuffed down your throat nearly every night.

You hate remembering those times, simply because they were filled with undeniable pleasure and it was so easy for him to make you feel good. He helped you take your mind off of a certain white haired bastard during a time of conflicting feelings just by plowing you into his mattress — or into the wall of a bathroom — relentlessly, treating you as if you were just a doll. And he filled you to the brim every time, hot and warm, praising your tight little pussy, squeezing your throat while waves of euphoria crashed into you all at once. The memories make you shudder when they flood for just a moment, but a call of your name reminds you why you got the drink in the first place.

“Bunny! Over here!” he raises his hand, slouching and taking up space on the couch. You sigh because it’s definitely a move to get you to sit in his lap.

“Ah, I see. Have fun, Princess.” Sukuna’s hand pats your back, urging you forward to your boyfriend.

You mumble a quiet ‘Thanks’ before taking your spot on Satoru’s thighs, his arms caging in your body while his head rests in the crook of your neck, placing the occasional kiss. His hands keep a firm grip on your thigh and you lean into his touch like usual as he continues his conversation with Suguru. It’s a natural position for the both of you because one thing you learned about Satoru was that he loved to show off.

He loved to leave shameless marks where everyone can see them, loved to grope you in public, loved to hold you tight anytime he had the chance. And you enjoyed every minute, relishing the feeling of your boyfriend making assertions through acts of affection. He’s needy, clingy even, and there was something appealing about the way he would always display it. He takes pride in the fact he can read you like a book, noting small actions that signified big feelings.

So when a certain blonde haired bastard sat down three feet away from the two of you, chatting away about things you don’t even bother to listen to you, of course he notices how you hide your face into his chest slightly, making yourself seem smaller than you usually were. His fingers lace through yours, not without him taking note of how sweaty your palms are, and his thumb brushes over your hand comfortingly. A soft kiss is planted on top of your head mid conversation and Sukuna thinks it’s funny.

It’s funny how no matter times you’ve come apart under him, you still manage to find someone else, and it’s nothing about wanting your heart and your hand marriage, two things that Satoru wouldn’t hesitate to give you. It’s about how he knew that he was one of the best fucks of your life and as egotistical as it is, there’s some curiosity about if your current boyfriend was able to provide the same quality. Before you were Satoru’s love, you were Sukuna’s favorite plaything.

“You okay, Princess?” he asks, no sign of guilt shown on his face or heard in his tone.

“Princess?” Satoru questions, eyebrows raised, “Do you know him, Bunny?”

You sigh, readjusting your position until your arm is sling around his neck and he holds you almost like a baby in his lap. “Yeah. Had a class with him.”

To Sukuna, the situation went from funny to hilarious. So this is all Satoru would know. It’s not like he has a huge problem with your past relationship being undisclosed, in fact, he understands where the hesitancy comes from, but he’d rather watch everything unfold while you try to keep a straight face. It’s pure entertainment for him, but pure embarrassment for you and that’s exactly what amuses him.

“Seems like you two are friends or something, Baby.” He pouts, waiting for an actual answer. You glare at him, a silent plea for him to drop the topic. “Well, yeah. We had to work together on a few assignments, dumbass.”

“Ah, alright,” he makes a mental note to find out what’s bothering you later and continues on with his conversation with the two other men, observing Sukuna’s line of sight. He makes sure to plant extra kisses and light nibbles on the skin of your shoulder from time to time, each one eliciting small whines. Although he knows that the pink blonde wouldn’t care anyways, it’s an extra precaution and another silent assertion. It’s not the first time he’s interacted with Sukuna before and he has a feeling it wouldn’t be the last either.

-

“Bunny?”

You respond by humming into his chest, breathing in the entirety of his scent, you hand resting on the side of his cheek. His arm wrapped around your body protectively, legs tangled together and his body providing you with warmth. One hand strokes your hair as you adjust your head to look directly into his cerulean eyes which never failed to make you sigh. His lips are pursed together, as if he’s thinking of the right words to say, and you wait patiently for him to speak.

“How do you really know him?” he asks softly, “I won’t get mad, I promise.”

You take a deep breath in, an internal debate brewing in your mind, but you ultimately decide that it’s best to not lie to your own boyfriend. Especially if you wanted to marry him one day. “We were fuck buddies.” you mutter, just loud enough for him to barely hear you.

“Oh?” he smirked, his expression of concern replaced by curiosity, “When?”

“Well- uh,” you stumble over your words, the answer on the tip of your tongue. You’re not sure how he’ll react, but you’re already in too deep and you’ve already decided you wouldn’t lie to him. “We ended it months ago. Nothing to worry about it, plus if you know Sukuna, he’s not really the type to get attached, anyways.”

“That’s true,” he agrees, recalling each time he saw him with a new girl on his arm, “But exactly how many months ago?”

“S-Six.”

“Funny, that’s how long we’ve been dating, isn’t it?” he asks, an idea brewing in his mind.

“There was no overlap, I promise-”

“Don’t worry, Bunny. I know you wouldn’t do that,” he pauses, his mind overflowing with questions as he tries to pick out the next one, “How long?”

“A year.”

“Long time, huh?” he comments, “Did you love him?”

“No! I swear, Toru, I was trying to forget you!”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, dumbass! I was in love with you!”

“Aww, my little bunny had a crush on me.” he teased, kissing the crown of your head.

“Shut up!”

“Don’t worry,” his fingers rub circles into your hip reassuringly, “I had a crush on you, too.”

You smile while he readjusts your position until your back is to his chest with his chin resting on top of your head. His fingers interlace with yours, resting near your face. With one final kiss on your head, you’re just about ready to drift off.

“Does he fuck better than me?”

“Satoru!”

“I’m just asking!”

“No, no he doesn’t,” you close your eyes, before pressing your ass harder to his crotch, “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” he grins, bringing your body closer to his.

“Really.”

-

You weren’t lying.

And this is reaffirmed with every little moan that leaves your lips as he leaves kisses down your body. Satoru knows all of your sweet spots, his tongue swiping your bottom lip and entering your wet cavern, wet kisses down your neck, teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder. His mouth latches on your nipple at the same time he shoves his length into your hole so suddenly. You’re already dripping down the sheets, walls fluttering while his thumb circles over your pearl. His mouth leaves you, your body still trembling from the sensation. “Already coming? I just put it in, Bunny.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, “Feels s’ good, Toru.”

“Yeah?” he replies, his hands holding your waist as he starts driving his cock into you as if you were a doll. His mouth comes back to your breast, licking the little dark nubs before biting down on the soft flesh. You’re lightheaded while your tight cunny barely adjusts to the stretch, his thick cock making your back arch and your nails sink into his shoulder. Your vision is foggy, barely processing the other man sitting in the corner of Satoru’s bedroom.

One thing you notice is that he’s rough today. Of course, he’s always rough, but you’re sure there’ll be more purple blooming all over your body than usual. His hands squeeze the fat of your hips so hard that they’re already becoming sore, but he fills you up in a way that hits every single spot inside of you. Despite how big he is, your little cunny swallows him whole, sucking him in like a vacuum and he groans into your shoulder at the tight feeling. “So perfect for me, aren’t ya?”

“Cumming, Toru,” you whine out, an intense feeling of pleasure forming in your lower belly.

“Then cum. But I’m not stopping.”

You nod, tears spilling from your eyes and flowing down your face as your walls convulse and flutter around his throbbing cock. You’re staring into pools of blue that gaze back at your trembling body in awe and it all makes you feel like you’re floating. He wasn’t lying and you know this for sure because there’s no time to recover, not when he’s still pounding into your cervix like he has something to prove. Your tits jiggle with every thrust into your quivering hole, the headboard violently banging into the wall. It’s not that long until your second orgasm is crashing into you, Satoru’s fingers playing with your little clit. He really isn’t going to stop any time soon.

And finally, even though your eyesight is hazy, you make out the mysterious man in the corner of the room.

Sukuna.

He’s looking at you with dilated pupils, the pink tip of his cock weeping with precum, swiping it with every pump. His hips come up to meet his hand as he focuses on how your tiny pussy takes in Satoru’s cock over and over again. It’s the lewd sobs and squelches that fill up the air of the room and the slick staining the bed that cause him to groan involuntarily. He’s shameless, fucking his fist at the sight of you spread out and your boyfriend is right there. No wonder he’s fucking you like he has something to prove.

You told him that he was the best and, of course, he had to prove it. But not to you.

It doesn’t matter because you love the way he’s fucking you right now. There’s no time for you to rest, only Satoru rhythmically pistoning his cock into your creaming cunny while Sukuna watches closely, observing how your clenching hole takes him in. After using his mouth to litter your breasts with purple bruises, he pins your knees to your chest and his cock somehow reaches even deeper than before. His thrusts become faster and faster, more and more erratic while the sudden change in position makes you squeak. “Bet you love being treated like a fucking doll, huh, Bunny?”

��M-Mhm,” you squeal, unable to form a proper answer, “love it, s’much!”

Skin slaps against skin, another knot forming in your belly. Your clit is pinched between his fingers, making you sob out his name. His lips come down to kiss your open mouth while holding your body flush against him as your cunt gushes and squirts all over his stomach and your thighs. Your walls clamp down at the same time he stills, pumping his hot seed as far into you as he can. You’re milking him for all he’s worth and he lets out soft praises that make you flustered. The sticky mess leaks all over when he pulls out, but he doesn’t leave to get a towel like usual because he’s noticed that the man in the corner of the room is still hard despite the mess on his shirt.

“Bunny?”

“Hmm?” you respond, still taking deep breaths from the intense sex you had just seconds before.

“What do you think of giving your old fuck buddy a ride?”

You purse your lips. For one, you have Satoru’s permission, but one thing about Sukuna’s dick was that it was huge, bigger than your current boyfriend, and you’re not sure if you’d be able to take it again. But there’s a feeling of nostalgia that fills your chest seeing it all over again and you remember all the nights he’s given you before.

“What d’ya say, Princess?”

The old nickname prompts you to walk over, Satoru’s cum still dripping down your inner thigh, and straddle Sukuna’s lap. You steady yourself by holding onto his shoulder, slowly sinking your ruined pussy onto the tip and going down until you’re halfway through his cock. But he’s impatient, immediately gripping your hips and thrusting upwards, forcing you to take the entirety of his length. The stretch burns, it hurts like a bitch, but it only makes the experience even more thrilling.

Your head is thrown back and Satoru comes from behind, kissing your neck reassuringly while Sukuna takes control, fucking your boyfriend’s cum back into your womb. As two large hands guide you up and down his cock, your overstimulated cunny creams around him, tightening in a way that makes it harder for him to move. Satoru’s hands from from behind to play with your tits and it’s all so much, the different sensations coming together while you’re helpless, unable to differentiate who’s who. “You’re always so fucking tight, Princess,” he praises, groaning out as your walls clamp down. “Even after getting fucked by your little boyfriend, huh?”

Your pussy adjusts to his size just like before, a mix of your slick and Satoru’s leftover cum dribbling down Sukuna’s balls. He drives his cock into you with brute force, inconsiderate of the fact you’ve already been treated like a ragdoll. With one more brutal thrust, you’re melting, overcome by a feeling of pure bliss. He spills into you, the warm feeling in your womb making your head dizzy. “Good job, Princess.” he smirks as Satoru carries you off his lap bridal style and sets you gently onto his bed.

You’re just about ready to drift off, unable to make out the conversation of the two men in the room. Once Sukuna leaves with a wave and a ‘Thanks, Princess” you use the last of your energy to pull Satoru back on the bed and hold onto him like a clingy child. “What was that about?”

“Wanted to show that cocky bastard that I was the best.”

You laugh before pressing your lips to his cheek and appreciatively gazing at his pretty face. “But you are the best.”

“I know.” he smirks, returning the favor by bringing you into a wet kiss, “Round two? With just the two of us?”

“It’s round three for me, dumbass.”

“The offer still stands.”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

[listentothisyoooh]

Care For You; BC

A/N: This piece is +18, minors do not interact.

Summary: You come home from work, only to find your boyfriend, Chris, exhausted and drained. What can you say, when he asks you to make him feel better in your own special ways?

Warnings: sub Chan, soft dom female reader, hand jobs, orgasm control, edging, ropes, dirty talk, use of nicknames (mistress, little, pup, angel, etc), mention of the color system --

Word Count: 4.2k

“Hey, hi baby!” You whispered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress next to Chan’s rigid body, “When did you get home?” Caressing the tangled, short platinum blond locks sprawled on the pillow, you smiled down at his puffy, tired face; it probably wasn’t a good thing that you weren’t answered by a smile.

“An hour, I guess.” He rasped, his cords rugged with sleepiness and something else –something you didn’t quite like. The cool, white sheets covered him up to his shoulders, leaving no patch of pale skin open for your sight, and the faded shade of raspberry on his perky lips further demonstrated just how tired the man was.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, leaning over Chan to plant a kiss on his temple while he lay on his side, facing where you sat, “you seem exhausted. Are you alright? Did something happen?” You couldn’t really help the way your brows knotted as a sign of worry. Using arms as pillars next to your boyfriend’s figure, you bowed above him; ceiling cream lights now blocked away from his sight and he could look up at you with those wide, glossy eyes, the peachy gleam of the bedside lamp reflecting from them.

“I’m okay, babe, don’t worry;” He assured, settling on his back gently, “It was just—a very, very long day!” A light laugh puffing out of him, he pulled on the sheets to conceal the lower part of his face from you, eyes still locked with yours. Chan was always soft –so soft, gentle and sweet, and that was why you just couldn’t stop showering him with light, lingering touches, one now being granted for him across his left cheekbone and the side of his eye by your thumb; he seemed to really enjoy it, lids flowing down and expression turning into a relaxed, almost blank one.

“Anything I can do, Channie?” Your gentle question fluttered his eyes open, “want me to make you something? Or get you some pills to help you sleep?” Sometimes, when he was too spent, it became frustratingly difficult for him to fall asleep, so it wouldn’t be far from ordinary if he were to have the same problem now; puffy eyes, flushed cheeks and tousled locks only asked for a bit of rest.

“Can you take care of me?” His quiet voice rose from beneath the sheets, his linear eyes staring right into yours, making your chest quiver alongside that innocent little request.

“Of course!” You smiled, “What do you need? I can give you a massage…” Your suggestion was met with his negative nod, the grips over the edge of the cover tightening.

“No,” He gulped, “can you take care of me, mistress?” There was already a certain breathlessness in his words which only made you grit your teeth; he looked so devastatingly vulnerable, looking up at you with hope, exhaustion and plea in his stare.

“Aren’t you a little too tired for that, pup?” Was the last thing you wanted to say to him, the last thing he wanted to hear too; shaking his head no, Chan squirmed in place while waiting for you to answer to the desperate request in a way that would satisfy both of you.

Instead, you just smiled. Cupping his right, warm cheek, you lightly pinched its plumpness and traced your hand lower unto his neck and chest, pulling that nuisance of a fabric away from those beautiful lips and skin. He visibly gulped at your movements –at being scanned by your sharp eyes, but made no objections whatsoever; the easy compliance egged you on to inch his figure further southwards, fingers dancing on the white sheet. It seemed like he was bare under the covers, and when your hand finally clasped at the side of his right thigh and absorbed the gentle body heat, your assumptions turned out to be accurate, slapping a smirk on your face.

“Are you naked, little?” You asked, stare switching between Chan’s agape lips and anticipating, bright eyes; he did nothing, as if waiting for your sly hand to figure that out itself. “Why is that?” Your gentle tone tried to coax the words out of the man, “Were you being naughty when I was at work?”

“No!” It was adorable how the reply cut off his quiet sigh, being shot out to convince you, “No, I was just waiting for you, and… I fell asleep.” He explained, his covered chest heaving out of slight nervousness. A light chuckle sprang out of you while you flew down to peck his pretty lips.

“Relax, pup; I believe you.” You assured, “It would be fine if you did, though;” Leaning down on your elbow, you peppered lingering kisses near his mouth, your free hand caressing his bicep from over the covers, “you’ve been so good lately—you deserve a treat, both from me and yourself.” By the way his cheek flexed under your lips, you could tell he was smiling. “So, let’s give you a treat then, angel!” He shivered when your breath rubbed on the sensitive spot under his ear.

As soon as you backed away and got off of the bed, Chan rose up to sit on his butt and see what you were doing, the white cover dropping unto his lap; knowing that you’re being watched, you made your way to the small, antique chest placed on top of a console table next to your closet, and opened its lid, eyes immediately landing on the dark jade bundle of silk rope as well as the small tube of expensive, cinnamon scented lubricant, both of them sitting brazenly over the extra pile of naughty toys and accessories! You grabbed the objects with content, having already formed a plan in your head while expecting eyes bore into your back; you threw the equipment on the mattress right next to the man’s feet, fighting back a smirk when your short glance caught him staring at them and gulping. The chair next to the ajar door welcomed your buttoned shirt and jeans to leave you alone with the tight red top and black panties, watching you silently set a course to your boyfriend back on the bed.

“Are you feeling verbal today?” You asked the young man whose eyes obviously swayed over your figure without any intention. It took a dazed, short while for Chan to answer, but he finally did after a gulp and pursing his lips.

“I don’t know…” He shook his head when you sat in front of his folded legs on the mattress, putting a calf between your locations; his slumped, pale body was screaming for your attention in the most innocent way possible, which wasn’t all that rare for the man, as he, deep down, was very innocent, despite what he liked to show his fans and or had to portray of himself because of his career and his position in their group. It hadn’t really been mentioned yet, but you were aware of the heartwarming fact that you were the only person entrusted with this side of his character –a side he himself cherished dearly yet had always tried to suppress, until meeting you, of course.

“Well then,” You caressed his puffy cheek, pressing your forehead on his and giving him an Eskimo kiss, “we just have to find out, I guess!” Your soft chuckle mixed with the one Chan let out, and you found the moment intimate and soothing enough to begin kissing the man, allowing his passionate lips to gently dance over yours for a while before adding your tongue into the mixture and earning light huffs and sighs from his waving throat.

“Fold your arms on each other.” Guiding his hands, you helped him hold his left forearm in front of his abdomen and place the right one on top of it, wrapping his fingers around his elbows to show satisfaction for the plan; catching the wait in the slouched figure, you got a grip of the ropes behind your rear and started your rather enticing mission of binding the man’s arms together, knots and rings gently kissing his pale skin.

He was more than compliant, once or twice pecking your face when you leaned too close to tighten a knot or readjust a bundle; his breaths were even yet deep, and in between all of that, you could clearly witness a tent forming on the sheet sprawled on his lap, slow yet bold. His mind was taken by your scent, the close but still far away heat of your embrace, and he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to your light, accidental contacts across his arms; dear lord, was he touch-starved!

“All good?” You asked, finally finished with your work. His simple nod was good enough of an answer.

The brightness which reflected from the white covers on the bed turned him even paler and that allowed the jade rope to show off its elegant color on Chan’s bare figure. He looked stunning, blond hair sticking out in this direction or that, lips swollen and red from the excessive nervous biting; there was nothing holding you back from lifting up his chin and crashing your mouth unto his, having him nailed in place by a heavy grip on his thigh. He huffed over your face shakily as your hand plowed in between his locks which you now realized were damp; he must’ve showered after coming home from the studio, you guessed.

“You like this rope; don’t you, puppy?” You giggled, leaving a gentle kiss on his perky bottom lip, trailing down to his jaw and throat while pulling his head back. “Is it the fabric? Or the color?” Your question drowned in the dip of his neck vein as you sucked lightly on it, hearing him whimper impatiently and wriggle in place.

“Color.” He replied simply, trying to gulp with the uncomfortable position of his head. Your tongue, tracing wet lines on the distinct veins and bulges beneath his sensitive skin, made him tense uncontrollably; he was already so worked up, despite being tired.

“Yeah?” Your teasing tone sent a shiver into his shoulders, “I was thinking about getting you that mini wand vibrator you showed me the other day –the jade one…” Looking back up into his eyes, he panted lightly, “Good, yeah?” He nodded once again, not trusting his voice to make an appearance, making you smile with adoration, “What’s so special about jade anyway?” The man’s heart-rate suddenly picked up and he leaned his forehead above your ear out of embarrassment for what he was gonna confess to.

“It was the color of your underwear the first time you… um—the first time I met mistress!” He tried his best to voice his explanation in the least flustering way, however hard it was. The confession was accompanied by his little hiss when you giggled and dragged the covers off of his figure, making sure it created the slowest, roughest amount of friction and grip.

“Oh, right…!” You mused, pulling your head away only inches; he didn’t seem too pleased about that, but watching you lean forward on your left arm nailed next to his hip and looking up at him with a little smile was all he could think about at the moment. Your index finger on the free hand began drawing circles on his hard tip, “That was a good night, wasn’t it baby?” He was too busy staring into your eyes with knotted brows and a bitten lip, obviously tensing to prevent from moving under your touch; seeing his composure, you massaged the head of his member with your thumb and index finger, gliding them down to its edge and dragging back up without haste but with good pressure. “You were bad, really bad—remember?” Smirking, at the way he kept pursing his lips while looking down at you, you came to the conclusion that he probably wasn’t going to be verbal that day; he rarely was, to be honest –only when he was too pent up or maybe too cocky, which didn’t happen all that often, but it was worth the experiment. He might not have liked to be talkative at these times, but he damn sure liked being talked to; he had admitted so more than once, dialogues and monologues being half of the pleasure for him.

Gluing your lips on his chin, you felt him shake as the tip of your finger pressed unto his red slit and slid back and forth, eliciting short whimpers from his agape mouth; he squirmed and squirmed but with no apparent aim, since he neither tried to settle efficiently under your teasing touch, nor did he back away from it to protest. He kept staring at you as if there was something he awaited, gulping and gulping and gulping!

“Lie back and spread your legs for me, sweetie.” You crawled back to grant the man space for his task, the one he fulfilled right after hearing your command.

The now cool spot on the mattress welcomed his muscly back and the sheets straightened when his feet dragged away from each other to make a perfectly fitting nest in between his thighs for you. He had to strain his neck to look over at you, so you decided to help him out by hovering above his torso and grabbing your own pillow to jam it behind his shoulders, creating a better angle for his vision. It was the hardest thing to resist kissing his beautiful lips and you saw no point in it anyway, diving down to steal a few noisy, wet pecks from your boyfriend, retreating into your place near his groin next.

“Mistress has taught you well, hasn’t she?” You purred, kneeling between his legs and sliding them over your thighs to earn the closest spot possible, “You used to be so hesitant –so, so impatient too,” He kept licking his lips while gazing at you, his deep breaths egging you on, “but now look at you; a good,” Your palms slowly wrapped around his length and started screwing over its upper and lower half in opposite directions, “good little angel for me.” His head tossed back from the combination of your words and movements; he was fully hard and flushed.

A low whine echoed in the room when you detached your hands from him and grabbed the lonely bottle from over the mattress instead; the moment its contents poured on your palm and released their exotic scent, a breathy, whisper of your nickname rose also, Chan staring down at what you were holding. He was crazy about this smell –this certain smell that had always awakened a comfortable haziness inside him, enough to make it impossible for him to stand being in the dorm when Felix was baking croissants; it almost acted like an aphrodisiac for him, you had yet to understand why, and it would be a lie if one were to say you didn’t abuse this little effect!

“Red if it gets too much, yellow if you need a breath.” You repeated his safe words, earning a nod, and went back to clasping your palms on his member just like before, copying the same motion again; he shut his eyes with content, sighing when your warmth finally touched him, drenched in a scent he loved dearly.

In a matter of seconds, he was already mewling, dripping with precum, disheveled locks being plunged into the pillows. His state only worsened when your fingers formed a thin ring and placed it right beneath the prominent edge of his tip and started the classic vibrating motion on its ablaze nerves; a motion he had grown used to, no matter how torturous it was. Giving him short intervals, you managed to earn a glimpse of his face when he looked back down on your hand, eyes narrow and cheeks flushed –his entire upper body flushed.

“Am I bothering you, Christopher?” Hearing his complete name, he clenched his jaw and shook his head violently, most displeased with the full stop of your hands.

“No, no mistress, keep going!” His words were rushed and hoarse as he took a second to recount what he had said, “Could you continue?” He restructured his sentence after witnessing the raise of your brow, and his heaving chest, his sweet, calm voice was just too good to be ignored.

“Ah!” You cooed, “Such a polite little pup, huh? You’ve learned how to earn my favor, haven’t you? Yes, you have, gorgeous!” He was already too far away from sanity to comprehend your praises as your once again vibrating fingers knocked moans out of him one after another, having his legs wrap around your hips with the constant, cruel edging.

He couldn’t decide between watching the scene of your connection or throwing his head back to slap whimpers at the headboard; when he landed eyes on your hands skillfully tapping on the underside of his aching length through palms, all he could think of was finishing right then and there –it was shameful, how sensitive he was to the littlest of touches.

“Hey!” Your stern voice brought him back to his senses, making him stop gritting his teeth and look back down at you, “No hurting yourself!” Your frown confused him, your words too, but when you gestured towards his hands with the raise of your brows, he got the message; he’d become so lost in the on and off of the pleasure in his gut that he’d forgotten to notice the sharp pain of his nails digging into the side of his elbow.

This was the best opportunity –no, excuse, to frustrate him in the ways he liked, or usually did; you could only hope he’d like it now, too. Sliding your hands off of his weeping length, you kept a hard gaze on his linear, shiny eyes and placed your hands limp on your thighs, palms upwards to avoid leaving the mess of lube and precum on yourself.

“I told you never to hurt yourself, didn’t I?” His flushed face fell at your words, catching the serious worry on your features, “Don’t you wanna be good, Christopher?”

God, he hated his name when it left your mouth! He hated being called by his name when it came to you, because it never meant anything good. He felt cold all of a sudden, without your touch or a trace of your affection, and being naked was much, much more embarrassing. His chest was already heaving.

“I do!” He managed to voice out, awkwardly hoarse, “I am good, Mistress; always!” After all this time, it still flustered him to call you that certain name.

“Then why did you ignore my explicit order?” Yes, you were making a much bigger deal out of this than it was; the marks weren’t even deep, he knew that, you knew that.

“It won’t happen again –you have my word, Mistress… Please—“ He stopped to gulp past his dry throat, still looking into your soul with pleading eyes; he looked so tired, yet he never once dreamed of protesting –not to your work anyway.

“Please what, boy?” Your question had its sharp edges –sharper than Chan liked it. Was there any affection in boy? None he could feel, no –it felt colder than his own name.

“I wanna be good for Mistress;” He breathed out with knotted brows, “can I have one more chance? Please, I want—“ His arms wiggled desperately in between the rope, “I need to cum—“ He could feel fire searing his ears, “Can I, please? Only Mistress knows how to give that to me…” Was it enough? Did he have to go deeper? He couldn’t tell based off of your blank expression.

“Hmm…” A smile creept on your face just as the hum was released from your throat, “Such good manners!” You praised, lifting one hand to lightly drag over his pale, beautifully shaped thigh and finally plant around his cock again –a short gasp being his response, “Such a well-behaved little cub!” He clearly twitched at that! Your palm dragged up and down his veins and he was once again, jelly at your touch, “Who taught this little pup how to be so good and polite?” His moan interrupted your question when your other hand wrapped two fingers around the sensitive edge of his tip. One second he’d push his hips into the mattress to desert your touch, and the other, he’d push up to pump into your airy fist. “Christopher!”

“Mistress did!” His shaky answer came only after your call brought him back to earth and snapped his eyes open. “Only Mistress can tell pup to be good –he always listens to you, only you Mistress—oh, fuck, don’t stop –please!” His sweet voice became high-pitched whines as soon as the ring of fingers around his tip began vibrating again; squirming and spasming uncontrollably, he began throwing his hips up to feel more than the brush of your thumb on his base and the vibration of your fingers on his moistened head. “No—no no, ’m gonna cum—is it okay? Can—“ The hoarse groans piercing his mewls wouldn’t let him finish his thoughts, and your fingers weren’t helping his intellect either!

The bulging veins on his stretched back neck were ripe for marking and the way his pale skin had become many shades redder out of frustration and tension could only mean one thing: he’s few seconds away from covering his stomach with white.

What was cuter than normal, day-to-day Chris, was this Chris; the one writhing and begging and whining under the gentlest touch you could grant him –the one actually able to cum from that meager touch! His voice wouldn’t lower, making way for shameless babbles and incoherent pleas, and you just wanted to put him –and your cramping hand– out of misery.

“It’s okay, Little,” You murmured, still able to reach his ear from between his own noises, “you can cum in five…” Hearing the start of his countdown, Chan lowered his head to look at you, just like all the times he was close; he wanted to see you, and more importantly, he wanted you to see him lose it all. “Four…”

“Count faster!” His fingers were now somehow wrapped in the thick threads of the rope and tugged roughly; you could feel the way the mattress dipped eagerly behind you as Chan’s feet pressed on it with curled toes.

“Three…” You smirked, knowing full well his need for ‘being good’ is way more prioritized to his body than getting what he wants. He could always take what you gave him –every single time; he loved and yearned for the care that came after his success, he wouldn’t change it with anything. “Two…” A small, ecstatic mewl left him when your thumb caressed his slit rhythmically, body trembling out of the little stimulation that was successfully driving him insane.

“One.”

He managed to keep his teary eyes open as his mouth fell apart wider and wider for a scratchy moan to swim into the room with nothing holding it back whatsoever; a big, irritating knot came finally undone in his burning stomach and then there it was, hot strings of white connecting the skin of his purple tip to his abs, your fingers still delicately wrapped around his twitching cook.

There was a gentle thump when he let his head fall on the pillow and the way his chest rose and fell seemed kind of painful; he, on the other hand, looked as blissed out as he possibly could, sweat gleaming on his temples.

“Everything okay?” You massaged his member carefully to help it soften sooner and when your hands eventually left him, he huffed out.

“I’m good, all good.” He panted, glancing down at you lazily, catching your satisfied smile.

His mind kept slipping in and out of reality, and the next thing he felt was the warmth of a kiss on his forehead as cold, wet wipes danced on his belly.

“You did so well.” You whispered, taking advantage of the close vicinity, “Take a nap. I’ll order some food and we can watch something later before bed.” His hazy eyes stared up at you, nodding when your fingers slid over the knots over his biceps to rid him of the restraints.

“Is noodle soup okay?” You asked as your steps lead you to the chest to put back the items you’ve retrieved earlier, “Or maybe we should get tomato?” Turning around, you were met with the unconscious figure of your boyfriend, half covered with white sheets, face as puffy and soft as spring clouds.

You couldn’t help but coo and return to his side to pull the sheets higher over his naked body, and when he made no movement at your touch, you just knew he was knocked out cold; and that meant he’d be up in two-three hours, hungry as a starved wolf, and he will need any kind of food he can find –so soup is probably not the best idea to satisfy Bang Christopher Chan!

[thotsforvillainrights]

how would the shie hassaikai react to hearing/seeing their s/o DOING THE DO (if you know what i mean) and hearing their name come from them?? ;)

(Please, this is a gift for me to write this one.)

~Caught in Self Pleasure (Shie Hassaikai S/O)~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Overhaul: This really depends on how far along in the relationship you two have come with each other. Have you two had sex or even tinkered with the idea of it yet? If it’s early in the relationship to where you haven’t even held hands yet, he’s going to be shocked and a little put off to hear and see you do that. He might apologize for walking in on you or even suggest that you do it somewhere else at another time. If you’ve gotten far enough into the relationship and he catches you doing it then it’s a different story. A story that involves him punishing you for not including him in your endeavors.

-Chrono: Bastard probably smirks to himself and watches for a little bit before he drops to his knees and crawls around the bed where you cant see him. He’d launch up and scare the shit out of you. “Haaaaa! Look at your face!” I’m sure later that day he apologizes and makes it up to you in his own special (nasty) kind of way.

-Mimic: He’s not really fully sure what to say. He isn’t disgusted but he’s at least a little surprised. He never saw you in this kind of light and didn’t assume you’d be doing that with yourself. However, his need far outweighs his thinking and he finds himself trudging towards the bed and unbuttoning his pants while you stare at him in anticipation.

-Nemoto: “Oh! My sincerest apologies!!!” He shuts the door immediately and runs off to work to clear his head before you can get ahold of him to talk about anything. The whole time he’s at work, he’s busy fighting with his inner self as to what he’s going to do next. He can’t focus on anything other than the way you were touching yourself and the way you moaned out his name so sweetly. It was enough to drive him mad! He made so many mistakes at work that Overhaul assumed his must be sick and sent him home for the rest of the day without question. When he got back home he ditched his gentleman-like demeanor to absolute ruin you instead.

-Deidoro: “Having fun eh?” His voice surprises you as he takes a sip of a drink from the bedroom doorway. You hadn’t expected him to be back so soon. In fact, you figured he would be gone so long that you couldn’t wait on him so you needed to take care of yourself now. Lucky for you he didn’t care much what you did to yourself as long as you made sure his name was the only name you called out. He’s the type to drop to his knees and use his mouth for something more useful rather than downing 6 bottles of sake. Let’s just say you felt it all the way the next morning.

-Rappa: This man will watch you just about until you cum before he cuts in and scares you with his voice. “Why’d ya stop y/n? I was enjoying the show!” He smirks at you. It doesn’t matter what your next move is at this point because no matter what you do, it results in you getting plowed into the mattress and losing the ability to properly walk tomorrow. If you’ve got work then I suggest you call out...but then again, if you do that then Kendo might take the opportunity to fuck you all that day too. Sheesh

-Tengai: This man will 100% apologize a million times again and again. If you want him to join you then you’ll have to do a lot of convincing. Despite you being in a relationship, he values privacy and space. Tengai feels it’s important for you to feel comfy with him and is always worried about overstepping his own boundaries. You sometimes wonder if it’s possible for him to be freaky at all ever! That’s just the way he is though, but I’m sure you love him enough to live with that. Besides, just because he walked in on you and didn’t get involved doesn’t mean he won’t wanna watch you (with your given consent) in the bedroom next time;)

-Setsuno: Turns as red as a cherry and just stands there with his mouth gaping wide open and his cock rising slowly by the second. Of course you can tell he wants to join in so badly, but he settled for apologizing instead and going to walk out. You catch him before he can do so and you invite him over. He probably finishes pretty fast but no need to worry because he can go for another 2 or 3 rounds before he gives out. You just make his head spin so much sometimes.

-Hojo: Clears his throat and tries not to chuckle at the way you jumped up. He slowly closes and locks the door behind him as he slips off his mask and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “I can see I’ve been on your mind heavy to make you resort to this right? I know I’ve been working like crazy lately and date nights have been shit. Don’t worry about that anymore. I took PTO and I plan to use it all on you.” (I sure hope you didn’t plan on going anywhere because he’s not going to let you out of bed for a loooong time)

-Tabe: Probably doesn’t say a word honestly. You two might stare at each other until you get uncomfy from the awkwardness of it all. Finally he slips off his mask and puts his mouth to work like he’s at an AYCE buffet. You might not feel the need to do it to yourself again when you know he can do it to you much better than that. Plus he’s got quite the stamina so you know... 

-Katsukame: You gotta be out of your mind if you even consider the fact that this man will just let you get away with this. One of two things might happen. One: he might decide to fuck you then and there or Two: He might decide to make you keep going but stop every time you even came a little close to cumming. Edging is looking like his chosen pathway right now

-Pops: Would probably smirk and apologize for interrupting you before asking if you need some company. Don’t expect anything wild and crazy from the old man (unless we’re talking younger pops thennnn sheesh). He’ll more than likely take things slow but no need to worry because he gets you there just fine. Slow and steady wins the race, right?

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[dreamypeaches]

rating things my bf has said during secks | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, rafe cameron, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, seriously this is disgusting. im going to hell

word count: 1.6k

a/n: oh boy folks. this one is literally...so filthy i can’t even breath right now. please enjoy. 

pope jj kie sarah topper kelce

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

10/10

-I didn’t

-he loves to hear me scream

Face buried in a pillow, wrists pulled behind your back and trapped in Rafe’s tight grip, he plowed into you from behind. You’d missed Rafe’s touch so much, having been gone for a week on vacation with his family. The texts and videos you had exchanged were down right sinful, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. You missed the way he bruised your hips, the way he held you down and pounded into you until you saw God. He missed your tight little pussy, the look on your face when he made you cum on his dick, your sweet little moans and the way you screamed his name.

But the lewd noises were currently being muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in, and Rafe couldn’t have that. He twisted your hair in his grip, pulling on it and lifting your head up off the pillow.

“There we go. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you,” He growls, yanking a little harder on your locks and thrusting deeper into you. You obeyed, letting your curses and moans out into the air, adding to the sinful atmosphere of the room.

“i’m gonna f*ck you until you beg me to stop”

500/10

-true to his word

-couldn’t walk for a week

To say Rafe was pissed was an understatement. But the fury that burned within his eyes didn’t scare you. In fact, you felt your cunt start dripping in response. His hand gripped your throat, knuckles bruised and bloodied from the events earlier in the night. He slams you back into the wall and making you moan.

“You think you’re funny? Talking to that fucking Pogue in front of me? Did you see the way he was looking at you? Well, he already got his, now it’s time for your punishment.” He hikes your dress up and practically rips your panties off. You scream as he plunges his fingers into you, starting out at a brutal pace, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop,” He growls.

“i want everyone to know how hard you were f*cked’

12000000/10

-pulled me in close and bit my neck hard

-hot af

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well,” Rafe moans as he slows the speed of his thrusts, staring down at where your bodies met and the juices of two orgasms leaked out of you.

“Does anyone else know what a little slut you are? How good you are taking cock?”

You moan as he juts into you particularly hard and he reaches down to to squeeze your throat.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“No, Rafe. No one knows what a good little slut I am for you.” The grin that appears on his face is devilish, his movements stopping completely, making you whimper. He leaned down until his mouth is by your ear, breath fanning across your neck making you shiver.

“I want everyone to know how hard you were fucked,” He purrs, strangely tender despite the darkness of his words. The he suddenly bites down on your neck, making you shout before his hips start snapping into yours. He continues to make large, dark marks across your body as he fucks you into the mattress.

“you c*m when i say you can”

2589/10

-don’t tell me what to do

-jk yes daddy

Rafe had been edging you all night. It started at dinner, a special birthday dinner for him with all his close friends. Under the table, his fingers had rubbed your sensitive nub until you were right on the edge, then pulling away as dessert was served, knowing full well that you were his real dessert for the night.

The second the two of you got home, he commanded you to meet him in your bedroom, naked and waiting. You did exactly as he said, it was his birthday after all, and you were the best present he could get. When he arrived in the bedroom, he was removed only his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and binding them tight. The next couple hours was spent with a vibrator on your clit, your legs shaking as you constantly came close to the edge but never tipped over.

Every now and then, Rafe’s mouth and fingers would join in the fun. Licking up your juices or teasing your nipples. Sometimes he would pull your panties on, leaving the small vibrator pressed up against you while he sat back and watched you squirm. You were crying by this point, all this pleasure with no release driving you crazy.

“Please, Rafe! I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum!” You whimper. The vibe is suddenly removed from you, replaced with a hard slap to your pussy that makes you scream.

“What’s my name?” He growls.

“Daddy! Please!” He smirks down at you, eyes filled with an animalistic hunger.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“you look amazing rn”

100000/10

-awe shucks

-was said in a very tender way

-wholesome

“Fuck, Rafe, I’m gonna cum!” You moan as Rafe slams into you, fingers playing your clit like a beautiful instrument.

“I’m close too baby…fuck…cum with me,” He groans, his movements sloppy as his words start to become true. You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him down to meet your lips. The kiss is loving and passionate and hungry and pure all at once. You moan against each other as you both meet your releases. He stills inside you, pulling out all too soon for your liking and scooting down the bed to stare at your leaking center. Seeing his seed dripping from you did something to his head, making his dick harden again slightly and his love for you grow. His fingers reach out, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you lightly, making you whimper quietly.

He sits back up, leaning over you and placing sweet kisses around your face before landing on your lips. He pulls back, staring at your face covered in after sex bliss. He loves you like this, absolutely fucked out.

“You look amazing right now,” He smiles softly as you blush, covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head and pulls them away cuddling up to you and placing several more kisses to your neck as he holds you tight.

“you’ll pay for that later”

sdhfdskkhdj/10

-i deserved it

-my a$$ was red

You’d been to enough Kook parties with Rafe to last you a life time. You were bored, left in the corner to pout while Rafe paid attention to anything but you. You were honestly tired of it, and you were going to do something about it. Finding Rafe talking to Topper by the pool, you walk up to him with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, baby,” You coo before turning to face Topper, pressing your back up against Rafe, making sure your ass was situated right on his crotch. You spend the next few minutes in deep discussion with Topper, not even looking or speaking to Rafe. Every now and then, you would move to adjust your dress, rubbing your butt against his quickly hardening cock.

“Aw, I’m out,” You say, referring to your drink, starting to walk away.

“I’ll come with you,” Rafe says, taking your arm and practically dragging you away. He leans down and growls in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.” The words made you ruin your underwear.

Instead of bringing you to the kitchen for drinks, he leads you out to his truck, shoving you into the passenger seat. When you arrived home, he brought you to the bedroom and bent you over his knee, hiking your skirt up and shoving your panties down. His hand met your ass, over, and over again, until you were soaked all over his lap. He lifted you up moving you onto the bed, placing you down gently in contrast to the harsh slaps he had just given you.

“Such a little fucking tease,” He whispers before unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out, preparing to absolutely destroy your cunt.

“who’s pu$$y is this?”

infinity/10

-i knew exactly who’s

-(spoiler) it’s his

You always knew your wedding night with Rafe would be one to remember. Your bedroom life was already incredible, you just knew he would pull out all the stops for your special day. And you were right. It had started long before the bedroom, sneaking off during the reception for him to bury himself under your beautiful white dress and devour you, or you kneeling in front of him, sucking him until his covered your lips in white, suited perfectly for a bride like you.

When he got you all to himself after the party, you knew you were in for it. The sex was rough and passionate, using positions where he could always look you right int he eye as he made you scream his name. You were all his and his alone, and you would be for the rest of your lives.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls as he fucks into you, rubbing you clit and squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Already three orgasms deep, you found it difficult to focus. But the look of pure passion and love glowing in his eyes fanned the flame inside of you.

“It’s yours, Rafe, all yours. Forever and always.” You breathe. He grins at you, meeting your lips in a fiery kiss as he fucks you with all the love in his body.

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[rainydaydream-gal18]

Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader: Ghosts

(Author’s Note: I’m baaaacccck!  I’ve had a rough few weeks and found almost no inspiration or motivation to write here, but I woke up this morning and felt like a new person.  Thank you for waiting and for continuing to read, like, comment, and reblog!

Anyway, this was a request I received moons ago, and I just wanted to say to the Anon who requested that I did not forget about it and I’m so sorry for the wait.  For real, thank you for the request, and I hope you like it.

OG Request: Can I request a bad batch and reader who was their sister, they were also a Jedi. But then order 66 happens and the bad batch tries to kill her but she escaped after being shot by crosshair. She ends up working with the ghost crew and meets up with them during rebels, she's almost scared of them. She also tears up seeing how much older the are

Warnings: blaster wound, some angst, fluff ending)

   Got your back,” you growled, using your lightsaber to block some incoming shots. Hunter fired his blasters at the group of oncoming droids that headed toward you.

   Wrecker was plowing through the enemy squads like it was nothing, giving an enthusiastic yell here and there.  He paused to give you a thumbs-up with a gloved hand, and you grinned back.  Crosshair was picking them off from his position off the immediate battlefield. He blasted one right in front of you.

   “Nice shot!”

   Tech was handling things just fine on his side.  You moved past him to cut through a few droids nonetheless and exchanged nods of appreciation.

   Just another day with the Bad Batch, the rogue squad that had come to be your family over the course of the war.  You had adjusted to living life on the wild side- dangerous missions and poor odds.  The group managed to get through each one, and you grew stronger.

   This mission, to invade and destroy the Separatist base from the inside out, was a particularly risky one.  But like the others, this one was going rather well.

   Or it had been.  Until Tech alerted Hunter of an incoming comm that was rather urgent.

   You didn’t see who the transmission was from.  You caught a glimpse of the blue form displaying on Tech’s comm before having to deal with an oncoming droid.  You planted a thermal detonator and somersaulted away so it could blast the last of the droids, and you’d be ready to check in with your squad about the comm.

   As the battlefield went dead silent after the fall of the final droid, there was a shift.  That was the best way to describe the feeling.  Something just wasn’t right.  You glanced over to see Hunter and Tech standing perfectly still as they received the message.  That’s when it hit you.  Whatever it was, it was deadly, and you knew you needed to get your squad out of there.

   You turned fully toward them, lips parting in the beginnings of a warning about the shift in your feelings.  You could only hope they’d listen to you and get out in time without an argument.  Your voice was cut off at the sight of three visors facing you with blasters aimed your way.

   “Guys?” you called, eyes flickering to each of them.  “Hunter?  What’s going on?”

   Two more visors, Crosshair’s and Echo’s, joined them. Cross kept his rifle ready at his shoulder, aimed at you as well.  That’s when you realized they weren’t in danger.  They were the danger.

   “The jedi are traitors to the Republic,” Hunter’s voice echoed in the space between you.  “By order of Sidious, they are to be executed for their crimes, and that includes you.”

   “W-what?”  You grasped your lightsaber tightly, not wanting to raise it and alarm them further.  “I haven’t done anything.  We’ve been fighting for the Republic.  See those droids?”  You nodded in that direction.  “I cut them up myself with my lightsaber to protect the galaxy.  We did it together.”

   “Stop trying to reason with us,” Crosshair hissed.  “You’re...a...traitor.”  He hesitated, body quivering for a moment as his visor looked to the ground.  Whatever cloud of confusion had settled on him, it was like he tried to fight it.

   “It’s me,” you said.  “It’s __________.”

   Hunter’s body shook again before he aimed the blaster at you with resolve.  “You heard Sidious, boys.  Order 66 must be carried out.”

   Searing pain traveled through your shoulder as you made a run for it, causing you to stumble.  You spared a glance behind you to see the Bad Batch giving chase.  Crosshair had actually shot you.  A different kind of pain exploded in your chest at the betrayal.  Even though you knew this Sidious was behind it all.  Even though you knew it wasn’t the real Crosshair.  It still hurt.

   Despite the physical and emotional agony, you kept running.  You deflected more blaster shots with your lightsaber, using your abilities to leap into the nearest ship.  The presence of your closest allies began to fade as you took off, leaving to shoot at the vehicle to no avail.

   Fortunately, you and the squad handled dangerous missions on your own without too much Republic assistance, so you were able to get into space without encountering any other soldiers.  When things quieted down and you were faced with the blur of stars and planets outside the viewport, you shrank back in your seat from the weight of grief.  For the first time, you allowed yourself to grieve.  The life of a jedi was by no means easy, but you were trained for years to not give into such strong attachments to avoid the dark side’s pull.  

   This time, you let the tears fall for your squad.  You let the sob rip through the lonely ship.  It was a relief to cry, but not enough to dull the pain.  It was like a fresh wound, raw and stinging.

   “Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, Tech…” you cried their names, demanding an answer from no one in particular.  Just then, a beep sounded amongst the ship controls that alerted you of an incoming message.  You sniffled and answered, eyes widening at the sight of Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi.

   “...I regret to inform you…”

- - - - - - - - - 

   “__________?  What are you doing?” Ezra called.  “We’ve got to go!” 

   You glanced his way from several feet away, holding up a hand as a signal for him to wait.  Something felt off about this place.  It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time.  A long time.

   “Is this a jedi thing?” he asked, walking over.  Despite being quite skilled and talented for one so young, he was still very early in his training with Kanan.  Nothing could quell his curiosity, though.

   You nodded.  “There’s something...someone...here.  I think I know them.”

  “It’s just an old ship,” he shrugged.  “It is a scrapyard, after all.”

   It was a good point.  The place looked rather abandoned to the naked eye, but you could see beyond appearances.  There was more to this ship than just a heap of metal.  Something felt oddly alive about it.

   “I’m going to check it out,” you said.

   “But Hera said-”

   “Ezra,” you interrupted with as patient of a tone as you could muster.  “I need to do this.  I’ll be right back.”  You took a few cautious steps forward only to hear him walking behind you.  You peeked at him over your shoulder to see a determined expression on his face.

   “If something really is going on, I’m not letting you go in there alone.”

   “Ugh, fine,”  You pretended to be annoyed, though deep down you were glad he was coming along.  Something stirred inside you.  You sensed a presence that you hadn’t in years.  Could it be…?  No, it couldn’t.

   “__________?” The all-too-familiar voice called.  A face popped out from the old ship.  Even among the wrinkles and white hair, you recognized a piercing set of brown eyes.  Your own eyes widened as your instincts took over, and you turned to bolt.  “No, wait!”

   “Stay back!” Ezra warned, hands raised to the figure that emerged from the ship quickly.  A much taller figure stepped out, and this fellow threw his head back and laughed.

   You froze in place, taking in the aged faces before you.  None of them held the same conflict in their gaze as they had the last time you were with them.  They held their hands up as a gesture that they carried no weapons.

   “_________, it’s alright,” Echo called.  “We mean you no harm.”

   “Please, don’t go.”  Hunter’s tone sounded so pleading; it made you want to cry.  You did not sense any evil intent on their part.  It was a good sign that they were no longer under Emperor Palpatine’s control.  Over the years, you discovered what exactly had happened to your squad.  Old Republic files you’d hacked revealed that something known as Order 66 had occurred, and you had pieced together the horrible plot to overthrow the jedi.  Like the others, you had to stay hidden- even from the Bad Batch.

   “How do I know this isn’t a trick?” you asked hesitantly.

   Tech took a step forward, and you gripped the handle of your lightsaber as a warning not to approach.  His eyes flickered to the weapon before he took a step back.  “After Order 66, the new Empire retired us.  I had quite a bit of free time, and while doing some research, I stumbled upon a report: it told me all about these biological chips.”

   “And we removed them!” Wrecker said.  He turned his head to the side, his pointer finger tapping on a scar on the bald skin.  By then, you started walking towards them.  You couldn’t believe how they had aged so much.  You were in front of Crosshair first, reaching a hand up to touch his weathered face.  He didn’t tense like he used to every time you accidentally brushed against him.  As a matter of fact, he even smiled a little.  Age had worn down his tough-guy act.

   “It’s...good to see you,” he said.

   Then, all at once, the tears started flowing.  It was like you picked up right where you left off all those years ago.  You threw your arms around him, and after a few moments of crying into his shoulder, you felt his arms come up to hold you comfortingly.  “Cross...I missed you so much!”

   “I missed you too.”

   “Hey,” Wrecker grunted.  “I missed you!  Don’t I get a hug?”

   You laughed through the tears and turned to give him a hug only to be lifted off the ground in a familiar, enveloping embrace- the kind only Wrecker could give.  He set you down laughing with you, and you pulled Echo and Tech into a little group hug.  They both smiled widely, Echo chuckling, as you pulled them tighter.  Then, you were faced with an aged Hunter who looked conflicted. You could feel his warmth and happiness to see you, but he also carried guilt.  You quickly wrapped your arms around him, and he hugged back.

   “__________,” he murmured.  “I’m...sorry-”

   “Not another word,” you interrupted.  “It wasn’t your fault.  None of you are to blame.”

   “But-”

   “Not another word,” you insisted, flashing him a smile.  He returned with a handsome grin that showed the old Hunter even through his aged appearance.  It brought more tears to your eyes.  “I’m so glad we all found our way back together.”

   “Um, __________?” Ezra spoke up.  He gave a shrug, confused about the interaction.

   “I’ll explain,” you told him.  “Bad Batch, this is my friend, Ezra.  Him and I are members of a crew that does what it can to mess with the Empire.”

   “Oh yeah?” Wrecker asked.  “As soon as our chips were removed, that’s what we started doing.”

   “Really?”

   “Indeed, we’ve made significant progress,” Tech said.

   “Well,” you sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder plate.  “What do you say we regroup and mess with the Empire together?”

   “I think…” Hunter stroked his chin in thought.  “I think that sounds like a great idea.”

[where-fantasy-meets-reality]

A Twist of Fate

(GIF not mine) 

W/C: 2.1K

Warnings: Fluffy overload  

A/N: So, this is my first ever posting any kind of writing. I have written before but I have never had the courage to post anything. But, @mrskenobi19​ and some other friends gave me the courage to put this out there. I own nothing, I was just having fun. Hope you all enjoy 😃

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“....Ugh, crap….”

The rain was now coming down in a heavy downpour, like someone had turned on a shower head with you standing under it, as you made your way through the slightly crowded city sidewalk. The dark sky rumbled as you noticed the clouds roll across it.

Most people had taken cover once the storm had started, but not you. Seeing as you had your umbrella with you, you decided to plow through it.

At the time that had seemed like a good idea, after all, that is why you took the umbrella with you when you looked at the forecast this morning; that is until the wind picked up.

Now the rain was actually flying at you. The bottom of your pants were soaking wet and the water dripped off your umbrella onto your hands, soaking the cuffs of your rain jacket. Your shoes were starting to make that squishy sound from trudging through the puddles on the sidewalk as you maneuvered your way through the crowd of people who had decided to brave the storm like you.

Why hadn’t you worn your rain boots again?

“...Because it wasn’t supposed to be this bad…..just a light rain the weatherman had said...”

You huffed frustratedly under your breath, answering your own question.

The wind was blowing your now damp hair across your face, making it even more challenging to see.

Trying to secure your umbrella tightly to you in a one handed grip, you used your other hand to now brush the hair that the wind kept blowing out of your face.

But just as you let go, a surge of wind came rolling behind you, threatening to knock you off your feet.

While you had managed to catch your balance, your umbrella had not fared so well. The strong gust of wind had blown it inside out.

“Prefect!” You hissed as you stood in the middle of the now empty sidewalk, fighting with the broken umbrella.

Whatever little part of you had been dry was now absolutely soaked. The rain was falling down through your hair, down your face, to your eyes, blurring your vision.

The faster you tried to fix the umbrella and be on your way, the more it seemed to jam.

And all of this for a cup of coffee.

You were so focused on your umbrella that you didn’t notice when the rain seemed to stop falling on you. Looking up, you realized there was a large umbrella covering you.

“Hello there.”

You looked up to notice that a man was now standing over you, as you were slightly crouched down, still trying to fix your umbrella.

His voice had a wonderful accent to it. English? Or was it Scottish? His thick auburn hair seemed to be blowing in the wind as much as yours had been despite its short length. His beard was neatly groomed. But his eyes, his eyes were really what caught your attention. They were the prettiest blue you had ever seen, almost like the blue of the ocean on a summer's day. They really stood out against the dark gray sky that framed him. His navy sweater and grey peacoat certainly helped enhance his looks.

You regretted wearing your sweatpants.

“I’m sorry, but I saw you struggling and I was wondering if I might be able to help?”

How long had you been staring at him? His soft smile and his head nod as he gestured toward your broken umbrella snapped you back to reality.

“Ah….Yeah….I think it’s broken, a huge gust of wind knocked it back and I can’t seem to fix it.”

His expression turned to a slight frown as his brows furrowed.

“...Oh dear….Well, that's dreadful...I’m terribly sorry…..”

Was he staring at you too? Your eyes had locked with his for a brief second and it seemed as if the whole world had stopped spinning. It didn’t matter that you were both standing in the middle of the city sidewalk in the pouring rain; there was only him.

“....Well, are you going somewhere close by? I’d be happy to escort you. I had originally approached, hoping I could be of service. But, if not then the least I could do is see that you get to your destination as dry as possible.”

“Who was this man?” You thought to yourself. How lucky could you be that not only was this stranger good looking, but that he was also kind and helpful.

For the first time, you smiled. “Are you sure, you don’t have to, I don’t want to impose on you.”

You really didn’t. Plus, you were only going three doors down from where you stood and it’s not like it would matter if you got any more wet than you already were.

His smile was warm and genuine. “It’s no trouble at all. In fact, I offered.” Extending his arm out toward you, his eyes seemed to speak more words to you than he did. “Where can I take you too?”

Sheepishly, you took his arm. “...It’s just a few doors down, I was originally heading to that cafe over there.” You point to the building with a red door.

His eyes closed momentarily as his mouth curled into a side smile. “Well….what a coincidence, I am too.”  

Sticking his umbrella into his elbow, he now held his free hand out toward you. “I’m Ben by the way.”

Chuckling, you shook his hand. “Y/N”

Starting the walk toward the cafe, you noticed that he made it a point to keep pace with you and make sure that you both were actually able to share the umbrella. Clearly your escort was a gentleman.

Approaching the red door, he unlinked arms with you, moved to the side and held it open. “After you my dear.”

Blushing with a smile, you didn’t say anything as you stepped over the threshold.

Why couldn’t you stop smiling?

As you heard the door close behind you, you turned to find him shaking his umbrella off on the carpet.

As the two of you approached the counter, you turned to him. “Allow me to buy you a coffee, as a thank you.”

He shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders. “No, that’s not necessary, I was glad to be a help.”

“I know, but I insist. It’s the least I can do.” You annunciated the word “I” as you echoed the phrase he had said to you on the street corner.

He chuckled, a deep throaty sound; and it made your stomach flutter. “Okay, okay….you win this round.”

You noticed he said “this round.” Would there be another “round”?....The more you looked at this stranger with kind eyes and a warm smile, you did find yourself hoping that there would be another “round.”

After placing the order, the two of you stood off to the side waiting.

“So….what brings you out to a cafe in the middle of a rain storm.”

His eyes seem to light up. “I had planned on meeting some friends here. Well, I say friends but they’re more like my younger brother and sister; I’ve known them both for ages.”

His eyes lingered on you as if he was memorizing your face. “....And how about you?”

You laughed nervously. “Sadly, I am just a coffee addict. I thought I could make it here and back in time before the rain got too bad.”

His playful smile caused you to mirror his expression. “Ah, I see.”

The sound of the barista calling your name out broke the bubble that you two seemed to think you were in.

Moving toward the counter, the two of you grabbed your respective coffees.

Now what? The two of you were looking awkwardly at one another. It was as if you two wanted to say so much but at the same time you both said nothing.

Your eyes darted to the floor nervously as you tried to think of something to say

The sound of him clearing his throat caused you to look back up at him expectantly.

“.....if you aren’t doing anything you’re more than welcome to join me. My friends are hardly ever on time for anything and I’d love some company while I wait.”

He turned to the side and pointed at one of the free tables under the large windows.

Your wide smile creeped over your face. “I’d like that….thank you.”

The two of you sat down at one of the tables he had originally pointed to, but not before he pulled your chair out for you.

It didn’t matter that you were absolutely drenched and uncomfortable in your clothes. Or that you had left the television on in your apartment thinking that you would only be gone for five minutes. You could only focus on Ben.

The conversation flowed easily between you two. He was a history teacher down at the local high school and you had always loved history. Additionally, the more you two talked, the more you seemed to have similar interests in all the same areas. How many other men had you met that could enthusiastically talk about the finer points of movie musicals with the same enthusiasm that they could talk about serious dramas? Food, music, books, current events...the topics were limitless. The man even went from quoting Shakespeare to Spider-Man in just two sentences.

All of it made you not only laugh, but your walls slowly came down for this charming and intelligent man. You had completely lost all track of time to the point where you hadn't noticed that it stopped raining.

“So, do you come here often?” You asked him.

“I do. I usually stop in on my way to or home from work….Sometimes both depending on how the day went.” He chuckled.

“Oh, I get that.”

The sound of his cell phone buzzing on the table caught both of your attention.

“I’m sorry, excuse me.” He said picking up the phone and reading the text.

“......Huh…..Typical….” He smiled as he shook his head slightly back and forth.

You gave him a raised eyebrow look, asking a silent question.

“Well….it seems Anakin and Ahsoka are so late that they would rather we catch up for dinner instead….” He chuckled as he put the phone down. “Why am I not surprised?” He said looking back at you.

You looked at your watch. Wait….what? Dinner?! How late was it? You looked out the window. When had it stopped raining? How enchanted by this stranger were you? You needed to move along before you bored him to death.

Brushing your hair behind your hair, you stood up. “Well I should probably get going, I don’t want to take up any more of your time.”

Standing, he gave you another one of his infectious smiles. “It was a pleasure. I enjoyed your company very much. It was lovely to meet you Y/N.” He stuck out his hand once again for a handshake.

Smiling, you shook his hand. “It was lovely meeting you too Ben.”

As you turned and headed for the door you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach that you could possibly never see this charming and interesting stranger again. Before you had any idea of what you were actually doing, you stopped. Running with the surge of courage you had before you thought too much about it. Turning on your heel, you casually looked at him.

“Maybe you could lend me your umbrella again sometime?”

His glazed eyes that had been watching you walk away cleared as he blinked rapidly at you, taking your words in. The thoughts he had been lost in would never become a reality.

“I would like that very much.” He gave you that smile again.

You tilted your head to the side, giving him a thoughtful expression. “I wonder if it’s supposed to rain again tomorrow?”

The glee in his blue eyes was unmistakable as he understood your hidden question. “...You know, I believe it is….Around 3, actually I think the forecast said…”

“ 3’oclock huh…..well…..I may just have to bring my broken umbrella to get a coffee in hopes that a kind stranger helps me out again.”

“....Hmmmm that does sound like a twist of fate….perhaps I’ll have to stop in for a coffee myself after school, see if anyone needs help with their umbrellas…”

With a polite head nod, you slowly backed towards the door. “Enjoy the rest of your evening Ben.”

He raised his coffee towards you. “You as well Y/N.”

As you walked down the bustling sidewalk, the sunshine was now shining across your face, drying your damp clothing. You sighed happily as you replayed your afternoon with Ben. You really liked him. I mean, what wasn’t there to like? He was kind, polite, funny, charming…..and not to mention beautiful…...a twist of fate indeed.

Waiting till tomorrow at 3 would be practically impossible, but the prospect of seeing Ben again would make it all worth it.