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#/ tbd.#chaz's monthly post on this blog!#apologies for disappearing again it's been very hectic as of late <3#n e way yeah. this song gets it
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top 9 albums you listened to this year? totally random question đ¤Ş
Unlike last year I did listen to a lot of new music this year so 2022 albums this time weee it was even hard to pick a top 9 but in order of release (probably):
NilĂźfer Yanya - PAINLESS
ROSALĂA - MOTOMAMI
Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers
Harry Styles - Harry's House
Steve Lacy - Gemini Rights
Joost - Fryslân
The Snuts - Burn The Empire
Louis Tomlinson - Faith In The Future
Little Simz - NO THANK YOU
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#yeah i totally did not basically beg to be asked this thank you for taking the bait askldlsakjskl#albums of 2022#NilĂźfer Yanya - PAINLESS only discovered recently and it sent me into a zone a Z O N E do get in there do it#ROSALĂA - MOTOMAMI when that one came out it was blasting in the house like this only for a good while#Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers I feel like I'm listening to something not intended for me but i should be hearing ?#like it just wrecks me from a place that was never there just unknown and i cant begin to imagine what it can do for people where its known#Harry Styles - Harry's House I THINK IVE SAID QUITE A LOT ABOUT THIS ONE ON HERE#Steve Lacy - Gemini Rights what in the masterpiece is this ??? like????? seriously? SERIOUSLY WHAT IS PUT IN HERE#Joost - Fryslân THIS IS MY BABY he makes this variant of dutch white trash music that is horrid in the most delicious way#unserious but THEN he comes in hard with extremely painful honest lyrics in between utter crap LIKE#love it when music doesnt take itself seriously and still has a huge heart and soul and this is that#this dude is making me cry singing about the grief of losing both parents and minutes later interpolating crazy frog.#The Snuts - Burn The Empire obviously introduced by Louis. I didnt really take them in properly till we saw them at#Lokeren. I did listen to some songs here and there.. Glasgow was a fav. and that was kinda it. but then they came with this album#i always feel regret when i start listening to an artist bc they impressed me live like i should have known before.. which is weird.#that happens. but hearing burn the empire live i was like FUCK and then i was hooked#Louis Tomlinson - Faith In The Future I MEAN YOU KNOW WE KNOW I KNOW EVERYBODY KNOW WE ALL LIVE IN A FITF#Little Simz - NO THANK YOU this one was released this week! still taking it in but like? FUCK? HELLO? fav: No Merci#honorable mentions (sorry):#BjĂśrk - Fossora how the fuck you make an entire album sound like a heavily distressed mycelium network beats me but call me a shroom (idk)#Taylor Swift - Midnights had a bit of a meltdown over this (understatement)#IDLES - Five Years Of Brutalism okay okay it's a rerelease but THERE ARE LIVE VERSIONS
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[part ii | part iii | masterlist]
logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson
rated e - 5.5k
tags: Logan POV, MMF threesome, jealous!logan, reader is wade's girl, mutual pining/crushes all around, voyeurism, dirty talk, open relationship, oral sex, fingering, Logan doms both of them, 69ing, fucklicking, ball worship, come eating, PiV
a/n: I want them to kiss and I also want them to kiss reader to here this is! đ
Right now, all he can hear is Wade running his goddamn mouth. Drowning out the sounds you make - so fuckinâ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.
Thereâs one thing that Logan knows for sure - and itâs that Wadeâs not doing it right. Not like he would.
(or - Logan tries to shut Wade up, and it doesnât quite go as expected)
Logan can hear Wade from here.
Running that goddamn mouth already, and the sunâs only barely up.
Can hear you, too. The little whimpers that you try bite back. He can imagine the way your teeth sink into your lip - the thought has him shifting in his chair, breakfast forgotten.
So fuckinâ pretty, and the prick is too busy listening to himself to appreciate it.
Knows he could make you even louder, too. Itâs almost like heâs at the mansion again, looking at another toy he canât touch.
What a waste.
The sounds crescendo, the chanting of a name layered with that endless babble that makes his teeth grind, before the sound breaks.
Trying not to look interested when the door opens a few minutes later. Snatching up the newspaper thatâs been sitting on the cluttered tabletop for a month now, flicking it open.
Ignoring how Wade strolls out, adjusting the waistband on a pair of grey sweats that are hanging way too low on his hips for comfort.
Rummaging around for a bottle of water, the glow of the fridge illuminating the curve of his ass. The cut of the pants look familiar, Logan's eyes narrowing as he wonders if those are his missing pair-
The edge of the paper flicking up again into place again, just as Wade stretches - bending further, before the bottle is snatched from the back.
Logan huffs.
âHey roomie,â Wade hums, flicking the cap at him. It sails through the air, disappearing into his forgotten cup of coffee with a little 'plunk', âDonât let me interrupt that killer Ed Tom Bell impression youâve got going on, just hydrating for round two.â
âOoh,â A cock of his hip, as he turns - head tilting as he thinks, âDoes that make me Josh Brolin? God, I love him.â
âThatâs all?â Loganâs eyebrows lift as he sneers - ignoring another reference he doesnât understand, âBeen going at it for a while.â
As soon as he says it, he regrets it. Opening himself up for an attack. He can already hear the sing-song response at the admittance that heâs been listening.
Screwing the Pavlovian pooch, with the way that he's more than aware that his dickâs half-hard. The result of taking care of himself one too many times - an attempt at getting himself back to sleep, pretending that he isnât jerking himself off to the beat of the frame that bangs against the walls.
Luckily, Wade zeros in on the exact wrong part. Sputtering, as water drips down his chin, âThatâs all? What do you mean, thatâs all?â
âYou heard me,â The paper crinkles in his fist, âIn fact, Iâm surprised you even got round one off. Much less that sheâs sticking around for another.â
âYou wound me, and yet, flatter.â Wadeâs hand flattens over his heart, âI never knew you thought about me like that.â
âI havenât been thinking about you, you ass,â Logan snarls, teeth bared, âI just know that if youâre talking, then youâre not doing it right.â
Wade grins at that, teeth scraping over his lower lip as they stretch wide.
Eyes flicking over his form, assessing in a way that has Logan bristling - voice going syrupy-smooth, âIs that right? You think you can do better, mutton chops?â
The breath he inhales is ragged. That feeling back again - an urge to curl his hand around Wadeâs throat, and squeeze.
âYeah,â Logan growls out, âYeah, I fucking do.â
The table shakes as Wade plops himself down on the edge, a leg crossing over the other. Interest gleaming in his eyes as his head tilts towards the bedroom door.
âAlright. Bring on the magic tricks, Angier.â His hands splay wide, wiggling, âGonna show me how to make your fingers disappear?â
Logan glares, his eyes flicking down to where the fleece pulls across his hips.
âRight.â He spits, âLike youâve got another in you?â
âHey now, pookums. Marvel Jesus, remember?â Wadeâs hand makes a sweeping gesture in front of his crotch, âJust give me three minutes and Iâll have risen.â
âThatâs disgusting.â Logan barks, âAnd get off the table.â
If anything, it makes Wade sit harder. His legs pivoting until he can spread his thighs on either side of the paper, ankles dangling off the edge.
âDisgusting?â His tone pitches up, âSays the man thatâs rocking a stiffy. Gonna jerk it at the breakfast table when I leave? You know Blind Al eats there.â
The paper twitches reflexivity in his hands, and Wadeâs smile pulls wider as Logan shoots him a death glare, lips curling over teeth.
âWhy the fuck would I do something like that?â
Wade hums, âCall it an educated wish.â
âCall it an educated get-the-fuck-out-of-here.â Logan scoffs. His eyes flicking towards the bedroom, the door still shut, âYouâre talking like she wants this.â
Wadeâs finger presses at the edge of the newspaper heâs hiding behind, and Logan bats his hand away.
Heâs still not gotten used to all the skin, he doesnât know where to look. The slightest shift back in his chair, but heâs already pressed up against the wall.
âOh please, as if we donât take turns roleplaying as you,â Wade sighs longingly, âThis would be a wet dream come true.â
His eyes narrow then, as his tongue runs across his lip. Voice dropping again, coaxing.
âLook,â Wade says it like heâs leveling with him - talking man-to-man,âIf you wanted to fuck her, peanut, all you had to do was ask.â
And for a moment, Logan truly considers it. Not just the fantasy thatâs been playing through his head for weeks.
Weirder shit has happened, he supposed.
Heâs already been claw-deep into Wadeâs guts. A brawl in that shitty van that lasted until morning. Bound tip-to-tip in the void for god knows how long.
Getting walked in on in the bathroom at least twice in the last month. A gleeful âmind if I cut in?â, before Loganâs fist is sending him into the vanity.
The last time it took a full week to get the sink fixed.
Not to mention that Wade apparently seems so certain that his clothes were now their clothes.
So fucking keen on sharing.
So it wasnât a stretch to think he might want to share you, too.
Thereâs something caught between his teeth, heavy on his tongue. About to loosen, when the door is opening.
Swallowing them down as you step through, thighs bare under a too-big t-shirt. Arms wrapping around Wadeâs shoulders as your lips press against his cheek.
âThought you were coming back, Red.â You coo. Drawn out by the sound of bickering as you had basked in your afterglow.
âMorning, Logan.â A smile sent his way after, turning sheepish, âYouâre up early. Hope we didnât wake you.â
He grunts in reply. Pretending there wasnât a little jolt in his stomach at the sound of his name. That he hadnât been thinking about spreading you across this table, lifting the hem of your shirt up-
If heâd been in your bed, no one would have had to wonder.
The whole damn floor wouldâve been woken up.
âHe thinks I fuck bad, so Iâm gonna prove heâs wrong,â Wade adds in, cheerfully, âThat okay with you, gorgeous?â
Logan glares over the top of his paper. A rough clearing in his throat as your eyebrows lift, glancing his way.
He hadnât really meant to bring you into this, or at least, thatâs what heâs telling himself.
That eye contact dropping, as you lean into Wade, your chin propped on his shoulder, âIs that right? How are you going to do that?â
Loganâs answer comes out flat, as he examines an ad in the bottom corner of the page,âIâm not doing anything.â
Wade sighs, his head knocking back against your shoulder.
âCome on, Wolvie. I would love for you to prove me wrong,â He needles, digging deep, âPut your money where my cock should be.â
Logan still doesnât look up, âNot interested, Iâm busy.â
The sigh that pulls from his lungs is long, a near-whine.
âWhat, with reading?â He exclaims, âJesus you really are old. The retirement home called, theyâre missing a resident.â
Loganâs eyes snap up now, narrowing, âFuck. Off.â
With a sigh, Wade fucks off. Legs curling, until heâs rolling off the table. Your hand fitting in his, a water bottle tucked under your arm as you head back towards the room.
âThe offer still stands!â He calls.
A beat, before you turn.
âLogan?â You call, as heâs helpless - his eyes pulling away. Drawn to you.
A little wink sent his way. Your finger gesturing towards his chest, as you smile.
âYour paperâs upside down.â
Loganâs still not quite sure how he got here. His feet moving on his own, fingers catching the bedroom door just as it starts to close.
Almost backing out when he sees the look of Wadeâs face, pleased as fucking punch.
Standing by the edge of the bed now, as you kneel on it in front of him. Fingers slipping across his chest - curious, with the way your eyes flicker over his face. Eager, though you hide it well.
âSo what exactly did you tell Wade to get him so worked up?â Your fingers twine around his neck, as his find your hips.
He hums at that - flicking towards his roommate before they find yours again.
âAll I said was that if I can hear his mouth running from out there,â Loganâs fingers dent into soft skin, tugging you closer, âHe canât be doing a good job.â
Thereâs a shift off to the side. Wade sinking down into the beanbag chair he pulled up,âCan you believe that? As if I donât have a good grade in my oral and my dickabilties.â
âA gold star, babe.â You shoot him a tender smile, before they focus on Logan again. Shoulder lifting, as your grin grows, âI mean, Merc with a Mouth, right? Seems like part of the package.â
He huffs, eyes dropping to your lips.
âYou think itâs good,â Loganâs tone is almost pitying, âBut itâs only because you havenât had better.â
That pulls a gasp from your throat, eyebrows lifting.
âYeah, I think youâre trying to emasculate me, but honestlyâŚâ Wadeâs hand splays wide over his crotch, âSploosh.â
âSploosh.â You echo softly, and he can feel you shift closer. Can smell the fresh curl of arousal that heats your skin, as his hands ghost higher. A small smile, as your head tilts, âSo you just all talk then, orâŚâ
âNo.â Logan scoffs, âNo, Iâm not.â
He closes the gap, more certain now. Mouth pressing against yours, as you squeak - tense in his arms, until you go liquid.
Soft tits pressed to his chest as his tongue sweeps against your lips. Swallowing a pretty moan as they part for him, his own groan rumbling in his chest as his hands wander.
Slipping down, ghosting against skin. Feeling the goosebumps that rise, as he draws circles against your hip. His name whimpered, and it shoots straight to his cock.
Not even a heartbeat, before the chatter begins.
âBet your pussyâs wet already, isnât it baby?â He coos, âA kiss like that, itâs even got me a little worked up. And Iâm just producing this show.â
Loganâs eyes crack open as he glares, âYouâre not producing shit, asshole.â
âOoh, I bet you SO wish you worded that in a different way-â
You huff against his mouth, your touch guiding him back. The thought lingers, curiosity burning. Letting his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, knuckles brushing your thigh.
Tracing around to the curve of your ass, his wide palm splaying out, then squeezing against bare flesh.
âIs he right?â He rasps, his lips brushing against yours. Half-hating that heâs letting Wade get in his head, but the thought-
You gasp again, and his teeth flash with his smirk, âAre you wet for me already, sweetheart?â
âSheâs been since she first saw you. Goddamn Niagara Falls,â Wadeâs voice has softened - teasing now, âIsnât that right, gorgeous?â
An amused shake of your head, as something silent passes between them. Logan doesnât pretend to know how your relationship works - other than the fact that Wade was willing to do anything to save this world for you.
And that thereâs something inside him that tightens - a flicker in his belly - whenever he looks at you. Whenever Wade flirts with him. That sharp annoyance from their meeting slowly bleeding out with each day goes by.
Something else taking root, the more time he spends with both of you. Heâs not good with his emotions. Doesnât want to name that ache when he saw you together.
A silent wish, with his shifting daydreams. With the jerk of his fist in the morning. Imaging you in his bed, at first. And then, more - two sets of hands. Two mouths at his cock, and then heâs suddenly coming harder than he has before.
Heâs become greedy, the more you both give him.
âShow me.â Itâs a command, soft and low.
Logan can feel your thighs press together, that little squirm. Tucking this new discovery away as you lean back, eyes dark with desire.
The briefest hesitance, before your fingers loosen from him. Slipping down, under the hem of your shirt. The nails on your other hand bite into his shoulder as you sigh - two fingers gliding through the wet folds of your pussy.
Pulling them back for him to see. Glistening, your arousal stringing between them. His hand is already curling around your wrist. No resistance as he tugs - guiding your fingers past his lips as they part.
Sucking the sweet taste of you as he groans, deep in his chest. Eyes fixed on yours so he can see the way yours widen, feeling how your fingers flex against the swipe of his tongue.
âLogan.â You sigh his name, and it only makes his moan - eyes shutting as you press down against his tongue. The need slipping into your voice, pleading.
âI wanna feel your mouth. Show me, too,â You sigh, as you slip from him, âShow me what you meant.â
Christ, heâs been aching for this. Eager to drown himself in your pussy, if youâd let him.
Thereâs a sharp clap that forces his eyes open. Wadeâs enthusiasm as he drags the bag closer, chin cradled in his hands.
âYeah, Logan. You gonna show us your dickabilites, or what?â
He shoots him a withering look. Softening before he turns to you, his chin tipping up.
âLay back on the bed for me, sweetheart.â
You listen so sweetly, and it makes his cock throb. A quick dart of your eyes over to your boyfriend, who only nods.
âTake that off, baby,â Wade coos, âShow him how pretty you are.â
Heâs not sure when he started letting Wade make orders, but for once heâs not wanting to argue about his suggestions.
Because fuck, you are pretty. No arguing with that.
Letting his eyes sweep over every inch that is revealed, as you lift the hem of your shirt. The curve of your hips, your soft tits that he canât wait to get his mouth on.
Baring yourself, as you lean back against the pillows. His eyes are fixed on your cunt, already fitting himself between your thighs. Fingers reaching - ready to part you open. Taste you himself, bury his tongue inside you.
Your hand reaches out, pushing against his shoulder.
âWait, you too.â You pout, âLetâs play fair, okay?â
He huffs, lips quirking. Hands catching the hem as he tugs his own shirt off, Wade diving for it as he tossed it towards the floor.
Twin gasps rise, and if he was a much younger man, he may have blushed.
âFuck.â Wade groans, a hand dropping down his crotch and squeezing.
Youâre already leaning forward, a hand flattening against his skin. A soft "wow" slipping from your lips - feeling the way his muscles jump as you slide over his pecs, the thick hair covering them.
A hand hooking around his shoulder - a smirk hidden as you tug him down on top of you.
Soft, beneath him. Those needy whines he loves so much caught between your teeth as he noses at your neck. Teeth nipping at skin, an urge to leave a mark for later.
That cry finally loosened as he moves down. Teeth and tongue biting and soothing at the tight peaks of your nipples. Broad hands cupping and squeezing, liking the way they fit in his palms. The way you moan, arching into his touch.
âGive me more of that,â He murmurs against your skin, "I want to hear you."
Your body tensing beneath his when he settles between your thighs. They have to spread, to fit his shoulders. Opening you up, putting you on display.
Watching how you clench - a throaty chuckle as his thumb presses just shy of your folds. Tugging you open, seeing how your skin glistens with slick already.
âPretty fucking sight, you know that?â His eyes flip up to yours.
Youâre propped up on your elbows. Teeth sinking into your lip, breath held as your eyebrows slant in anticipation. Lips parting with his words, a minute shift of your hips.
âYou should see it when itâs stuffed full. Boston cream's got nothing on her."
Thereâs an embarrassed groan of his name. Logan ignores him - letting his thumb rub against the tight nub of your clit, instead. Your word turning into a sharp, inhaled breath.
Teasing, each circle achingly slow. Aware of the two sets of eyes on him, burning his skin. A low ache in his belly, his glaze fixing on yours, watching as you inhale as his mouth lowers.
A soft lick, tongue lapping against your slit. Tasting you more thoroughly, dragging against soaked skin, as his fingers tease at your entrance.
Focusing on your clit, tight flicks with his tongue. Letting his lips suck on the tight bud, as he sinks down to one knuckle, then another. A second finger slipping in once you get used to him, making room for himself as he scissors you open.
He can hear the soft, wet sound of your cunt, with each plunge of his fingers. Flexing and curling them until he can feel you clamp down.
The quiet sounds you make - soft breaths and gasps - turning louder. Panting now, as you whine. Hips lifting to meet the curl of his tongue, until he pulls back.
âShould be hearing this,â Logan grits out. A quick glance towards Wade as his fingers pound into you, âNot you talking out of your ass.â
Thereâs silence for a long moment, the words coming out distracted.
âYou talk about my ass an awful lot for a man who pretends he's not interested,â Wade manages, slowly, âYou change your mind about that, too?â
His breath shallow, as Logan growls in annoyance. Attention returning back to you. Fingers working faster, head dropping again to tongue at your clit.
A leg hooks over his shoulder - a heel digging into his back, tugging him closer. Logan loses himself - growling into your pussy. His own hips pressing down into the bed, as he tugs at his belt and button, relieving the too-tight ache of denim.
Feeling how you leak against his palm, tighten around his fingers. Chase that winding pleasure as you arch into his mouth. A hand drifting off the bed, reaching. Grasping.
âLogan.â Youâre begging again, pleading. For more, for anything. For him not to stop, and he leans into the way you tug at his hair, guiding him to the right spot.
You come with your fingers entwined with Wadeâs. With your thighs clamped against Logan's ears as he rips a cry from you - long and loud - threatening to suffocate him.
Would be the way heâd choose to die, if he could.
The sounds come flooding back, as your thighs loosen. Boneless and languid, your smile wide as your fingers trace his scruff, the sharp curve of his jaw.
Perhaps he was wrong, to think he could silence Wade entirely. Your orgasm has only made him more vocal - complaints about how âfucking hard he isâ mixing with rambling praise.
âWilson.â He finds himself growling. Beckoning with two fingers, as Wade practically springs from the bag.
âOh my GOD,â Wade is gushing, clambering onto the bed with him, âThis is way better than joining the Avengers. Even if they do have Thor.â
âHuge praise.â You smile drunkenly, pushing yourself up to press your mouth against his.
And under his direct instructions, Logan finds that Wade almost listens.
âGet on your back,â He points, as you scooch to make room.
"Ooh, dirty." Wade grins, splaying out on his back, hands tucked under his head.
âNo,â Logan makes a frustrated sound - ignoring another comment. A twirl of his finger, âThe other way.â
His head is cradled near your hips now, legs stretched out toward the pillows.
Loganâs next words are a growl, âNow, clean her up.â
Wade groans, as he catches up.
âFuck.â He whines, âYeah. Come here, baby.â
Hands guiding you into place, your knees framing his head, as you face towards the headboard. Wadeâs mouth already tipping up to meet you, a soft moan as his tongue swipes against your slit.
âI donât want to hear you until she comes.â Logan rasps, and he can see the way Wadeâs hips lift.
Just now catching the darkened fabric, where it tents.
Another thing to catalog.
Content for now to let his hands drift as he stands behind you at the edge of the bed, his chest pressing to your back. Sucking a mark in the hollow under your ear, feeling the buzz of your whine against his lips.
Hands cupping your breasts again, feeling their weight. Pinching at the tight peaks, before his thumb is smoothing over them.
Your eyes are blown wide, fingers curling against your thighs. Panting as the overstimulation tips towards pleasure, the feel of the sweet mouth below you soft and familiar.
Shifting as you sit, rocking back to where Loganâs cock presses against your lower back. His hands tugging at the zipper, shoving his jeans down as he works himself free. Kicking them off, after.
You gasp when you see him from over your shoulder, and he canât help the way he twitches in his hand at the sound. Canât pretend he isnât leaking from tasting you, his cock heavy as he lets go to let it hang between his thighs.
âFuck, thatâs not fair.â Itâs muffled, and you hum in agreement as Wade lifts you to get a better look, âGod didnât make you perfect enough as-is? Just had to make you proportional, you goddamn stallion.â
A derisive sound as his arm wiggles out from under you, fingers reaching.
âAnd Jesus H. Christ, look at the girth-â
Logan bats his hand away.
It should annoy him. That Wade isnât listening. That heâs commenting on his cock - but it doesnât.
Canât help but think that in here, in this room, the chatter isnât so bad. Would never admit that heâs wrong, just that when heâs admiring and not on a dumb-as-fuck tangent, itâs almost - flattering.
Maybe thatâs too far. Tolerable, perhaps.
âYou want my mouth?â You offer sweetly, breaking into his thoughts. Hungrily.
Thereâs a flash of white teeth as Logan smiles. A hand pressing gently against your back, until youâre stretched out over Wade.
âNo. Iâm still gonna fuck you, baby.â He rasps, âJust wanted a little peace and quiet while doing it.â
You moan, thighs inching wider. Head turned so you can watch the way he moves behind you. Adjusting your hips until your ass is in the air, his fingers gripping the base of his cock as he lines himself up.
âKeep going, Wilson.â He grits out, when the man goes still beneath them.
A rough chuckle rattles.
âNot a fucking chance, human tripod. I am SO watching this.â
Fuck it. He lets him.
Letting the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Wadeâs arms curling around your thighs, holding you in place as you string tight above him.
âGod, itâs even bigger from this angle. Feels like Iâm in a goddamn eclipse right now.â
âWhy do you sound surprised, babe?â Your voice is strained. Face buried against Wadeâs stomach, fingers curled in the sheets, âI thought you guys fucked in the void.â
That fleeting curl of warmth leaves him.
âWe what?â Logan growls, leaning back to glare at the peek of dark brown eyes, the top of a bald head he wants to slap.
Teeth bared, as he snarls, âWe didnât fuck. I beat the shit out of him in a goddamn van.â
âAll night long.â Wade laughs - and then sighs fondly, âAnd isnât that just the same thing?â
Fingers encircle his cock from below before he can retort, squeezing. A tug as he guides him into the tight clench of your pussy, and Logan thinks he really should just shove his claws into Wadeâs dick.
But that desire bleeds away, as you stretch around him. The twin groans from beneath him, the sounds blending together.
âOh,â You moan, clenching around him. Back arching, as he slips in another inch, âMakes sense. Was⌠was just wondering why it took you so long to join us.â
Logan goes still for a moment, with this new information. A realization that he could have had this the whole time, if he had asked.
That Wade hadnât been joking before.
He groans, hips snapping forward. A grunt below as your knees squeeze against Wadeâs throat, but from the way you squirm, Logan can tell that his mouth is at work again.
Teasing at your clit, as his own hips slowly start to move. Feet planting on the bedroom floor as his hands fit against your waist.
Using the leverage to drive himself deep. Hips flush as his balls slap against your skin, growing sticky with your release.
âThis is hot, this is so fucking hot,â Wade groans, babbling as he sucks in a breath, âIâm so going to jerk my dick raw thinking about this later.â
And with the reminder, he supposes he can throw his roommate a bone.
âCome on, baby,â Logan rasps - reaching. A little nudge against your chin, angling your head, âLooks like he needs a little help.â
Itâs benevolent. Itâs selfish - his fingers biting into skin as you realize what he means. Watching as you tug at the waistband of Wadeâs sweatpants, pushing them down.
The man moans, from between your thighs. Sweet nothings mumbled as your hand wraps around his cock, angling it into your waiting mouth.
Watching how the leaking tip presses into your cheek. The buck of his hips as you fist moves, while you suck - your spit slicking up his cock.
It looks like the rest of him. Mottled skin, the tip flushed a deeper shade of red. Long and thick in your hand - Loganâs cock throbbing at the way you swallow him down, how your lips part to make him fit.
His pace picking up. Pounding into your tight, wet cunt as Wade groans against your clit. Tongue lapping and licking, winding you higher as Logan drives you towards a second.
Slowly drifting, as the flicks of his tongue grow longer. The tip pressing against your folds, as you groan around his cock.
Further down. Tasting the tang of your release - the salt of skin where youâre split open, stretched wide.
And then further. Logan jerks, as something wet drags along his shaft.
âWade.â It comes out as a rough growl. Pitching into a huffing whine when it happens again, flattening against the heavy weight of his balls.
Choking him, as his rhythm stutters. Hips flexing into you as he grinds himself flush, teeth gritting.
âFuck.â Itâs hushed, pulled from his lungs.
Having to find himself again - hold back the urge to come right that second - as you squirm beneath him. Wadeâs tongue traveling from your clit to the tight seam of his sack, his hips rocking in your mouth.
Finding a rhythm together, Loganâs head tilting back. The room filled with lewd sounds of their joining, of wet mouths and the rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall.
Lucky that Al was out for the morning, or else theyâd never hear the end of it.
Your cries pitch up, as his cock drags against the spot his fingers found. Something clenching deep in his guts, eyes dragging down to how you look wrapped around him. The pink peek of tongue beneath, how the combination makes his toes curl.
Imagining another morning. Sharing you in another way, his cock buried in your ass while your lover fills your cunt. Whimpering between them, unable to form words.
The sound you make now are not that different - the cadence of your panting is one heâs coming to recognize.
âYou close, sweetheart?â He rasps, arcing over you, âCan feel your pussy clenching around me. So fucking tight, canât wait to feel you come all over my cock.â
It pulls a moan from you, head lifting from Wadeâs cock. Resting against his stomach, as your hand wraps around him. The jerk of your fist messy, off rhythm.
âYeah, you are.â Logan hums, as his hips rut into you, âCome on, Wilson. Make our girl come.â
Thereâs a rough groan. Wade listens for once, head tilting to suck at your clit. Logan concentrating on the angle that makes you cry out, a hand fisting in the sheets.
Their names a mumbled mess on your lips, as youâre yanked higher and higher. Your moans pitching up, growing louder.
Just like his dreams. Even better, really.
âPlease,â You whine, âIâm, Iâm-â
A high-pitched gasp, then, as your face buries against Wadeâs hips. As your pussy clamps down around his cock, fluttering with the steady saw of his hips.
âGood fucking girl.â The praise is soft, as his thumbs rub circles against your skin, âThatâs it, let him taste how sweet you are.â
Working together, the tight licks against your clit going lazy again. Dipping to your entrance to taste your release against his shaft, Wadeâs cock leaking and bobbing against his stomach.
Drawing out your pleasure, until the stars fade from your half-lidded eyes. Until the rushing in your veins ebb, and the pulse around his cock fades.
A low sigh, before Loganâs reaching - his chin tucking against your shoulder. His hand curling around yours, guiding it back to Wade's cock.
âDonât forget about him.â Another command, but gentle this time. His hand moving with yours, palm mapping your knuckles as he sets a rhythm, âThere you go.â
He could let go. Youâve found yourself again, eyes hazy. But he keeps his hand there. Keeps a pace that is so much firmer than your own, his own hips matching the rhythm as he chases his own end.
Wadeâs groan replaces yours. A hand leaving your thigh to wrap around his, biting down hard into muscle. It only drives him deeper into you. Loganâs own moan bitten back as the tongue against his dick slips against his sack again.
Then against the thin layer of skin just behind, teasing.
âFuck.â Itâs a rough growl.
His hand works faster, teeth gritting. Feral sounds caught in his throat, as the pressure in his belly grows.
The last thing he sees before he comes is the drips of white against his knuckles. The warmth, a ragged groan against the inside of his thigh. Your mouth closing around to catch the rest, taking Wadeâs cock into your throat with a soft sigh.
It robs him of his breath. A shuddering moan, as he grinds himself deep. Spilling into you again and again with each pulse of his cock, blood rushing in his ears.
Legs threatening to give as he empties himself, as his chest presses flush against your back. His face buried in your hair, as your tongue traces his knuckles. Cleaning them, as he did for you.
When he can, Logan eases from you with a grunt. Watching how you gape, then clench, now empty.
A bead of his release welling up, dripping against your skin. You go to move, but Wadeâs hands curl around your calves - pulling you flush.
Itâs hard to look away, as he licks away Loganâs come. A sharp ache of desire with the sound of a needy groan, as his tongue dipping inside.
Maybe Wade doesnât have such a bad mouth, after all.
Loganâs arm is numb, but he canât bring himself to move. Canât remember a time when heâd let his brain turn off like this. A brief moment of silence, and itâs bliss. His world standing still.
âSo thatâs how you do it.â You muse quietly, dizzily. Head cradled against his chest - fingers dragging through the hair, gently scratching.
A stirring on his other side, where Wade is using his bicep like a pillow.
âMm, I donât think I got it,â Wade counters, but itâs soft - hazy at the edges. âThink I missed a couple steps. Was that round two or three?
"Three," You say - as Logan grunts, "Two."
The fingers on his chest drift down, dipping over his stomach.
âWell, either way...â You hum, snuggling a little closer, âMaybe you oughta show us, one more time.â
Wade flips over then, chin propped in his hand, âAt least. Maybe even twice. Weâre bad learners, peanut. Dumb as fucking rocks, really.â
âMhmm,â You sigh, âReally dumb. Can't even count.â
And he canât stop the twitch of his lips, even with his eyes closed. Had forgotten what it was like to be warm like this.
To be wanted.
And maybe, he even feels⌠content.
Something he never thought heâd be, again.
thank you so much for reading! it means so much and I am so happy to be dipping my toes into these pairingsđ
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I do not have any energy for explaining but I want to post and it's my blog so I will. Also probably cannot explain in depth what this fucking passage does to me but
#I get that it's metaphorical but holy shit it isnt#ramblings //#I mean it's both in the way I'm nondualist dualist lmfao#Ahi //#''oh yeah burnt hills crispy vegetation drought metaphor - s t a r e a t i n g - anyway drought metaphor''#I'm sure it's about how smoke curls and obscured the night sky but I'm like Holy shit#Fucking black and gold. Eyes like the sun. Eating stars. Moustache and beard.#And fucking. Lev comparing the destruction of The City and also all occasions where him and Ahi are answering the God Calling#to cause great destruction to song and dance lile#I said I wouldn't explain but I'm like#Do not get me wrong. I am not making this passage literal. I do not look at mythology with a single eye. You cannot see it in one dimension#Oh and the fucking four directions shit I told yall about Lev/Ahi and the +
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Please Please Please (Mom! Reader x Batfam)
Don't prove I'm right~ I love that song so much. Anyways! Not extreme Yandere, but part 2 will have some. This is just the setting up for it. Also, while writing I won't lie, I forgot about Damien, so he will have a lot of showtime in the next part. FYI
TW: Cheating, slapping (Reader slaps Bruce), Reader also throws something at Bruce.
In now way do I condone partner violence. no matter how mad you get, you should never hit or throw something at your partner.
In case you have never heard this song before, first of all who are you? Secondly here is the link
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@testishere
Y/N had put her life on pause for Bruce and his hero complex. She is a top-model. A supermodel that is still being asked to do photoshoots, make guest appearances, and dominate the runway despite her time away from it. The strict workout regime was still her daily exercise, and she still was conscious of what she ate. Age had not affected her the way it has to some of her friends because Y/N lived to be a model.Â
Yet, she had put that on the backburner for her husband and kids. She forced her attention onto the scarred and vibrant children that her traumatized husband brought in like strays. Y/N raised them, alongside Alfred. Itâs because of them that their sons and daughters did not turn out as crooked as Bruce Wayne. A man that was full of jagged and sharp pieces, piercing the skin of whoever got close.Â
E/C eyes rolled nearly out her socket, taking a sip of the morning coffee and waiting for her youngest to come down. She ignored the nervous glances being sent her way from her sons, and instead pulled out her phone to look for a familiar contact.Â
âNone of you have anything I need to be here for, do you?â Tim and Jason quickly shook their heads, and Dick gave a nervous smile, âNot really⌠although it would be nice if you stayed here though.â Y/N raised a delicate eyebrow, and a sharp smile formed on her lips as she pressed âcall,â âAh, donât worry Dickie, Iâll come back. Iâm just going on a trip.âÂ
The person answered, and before they could start spewing curses, Y/N greeted them, âHey, Jackie! Itâs Y/N.âÂ
âY-Y/N! Whatâs going on?âÂ
âRemember those gigs you were telling me about?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âBook them.â The boys stood up while her manager on the other line sputtered in excitement, âReally?! Oh my gosh Y/N this is so exciting! Which ones do you want? I know you want to stay close to Gotham -heaven knows why- but I can find some in-âÂ
âAll of them.âÂ
â...what?âÂ
âBook all of them.â Jackie hummed, âSome are out of the country though.âÂ
âEven better! Pack your bags Jackie, we are gonna be gone for a while. Bring Stella too, Iâll pay for both of your tickets and lodgings.â Jackie was stuttering, âThe-the first gig in a week is Venice, Italy! Is that enough time for you to-âÂ
âLet's leave tonight.âÂ
âTonight?!â Everyone screeched, and Y/N gave her sons an annoyed look, âYes, tonight. Let's enjoy Venice like when we were young, and show Stella around. Iâm sure the two of you could use a vacation anyways.âÂ
â....Y/N, is everything okay?âÂ
âPeachy. See you tonight.â Y/N hung up, and threw her phone on the opposite end of the couch, continuing to sip her cup of coffee as the news reporter continued to talk about Batman and his risky rendezvous with Catwoman. The perfect love story.Â
The pursuer and the pursued. The cop and robber. Batman, the man of justice, and Catwoman, a thief.Â
Her jaw clenched, and her fingers tightened around the handle of the mug. The air around her was full of jitters and Dick was basically vibrating with worry, Jason focused intensely on his phone, and Tim was drinking even more coffee.Â
âUm, mom, are you⌠is thisâŚâ Dick was fumbling, trying to find the words, and Y/N smiled, âCâmon on Dickie. Itâs been a while since I went on the runway, or even in front of a camera outside of Gotham. Youâre all old enough now, itâs fine.âÂ
âWhat about Dami?â Y/N smiled sadly, âDami will be fine. Hell, today Iâll have him help me choose the jewelry and clothes that I will be packing.â
âYouâre gonna have him help you pack your bags to leave?â Tim wondered, and Y/N flinched out how terrible that sounded, âNot like that. Itâs a trip. A fashion trip and a girls trip.â Jason scrunched his nose, âMa, fucking Bruce just go caught cheating and was broadcasted across the NEWs, and youâre now leaving for a trip. Do you think Dami will understand that?âÂ
Y/N took a sip of her coffee, âHe will. Itâll be a conversation but it will be reiterated as many times as he needs to hear it. Plus, itâs not like you guys canât call me.â Damien came stomping down the stairs, dressed in the Gotham Academy Uniform, and Y/N threw on a smile that would have had actresses crying, âDami! I need your help today, so nevermind school.â Green eyes blinked in shock, his gaze taking in every one in the room before landing back on her, âAre you needing my assistance in packing?âÂ
âOnly for a trip. So thereâs no need to pack everything.â Damien nodded, âFine. I will assist you. You have an abysmal amount of jewelry and some of them are simply deplorable.â Y/N chuckled, âThanks Dami.â He went back up the stairs to change, and Y/N turned back to the NEWs where they were finally talking about something different.Â
Sighing, Y/N stood up from the couch, âIâll be in my room packing if anyone needs anything.â Silence followed her, and once she was out of earshot, Dick proceeded to panic even more.Â
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Sheâs in Greece now. After spending a week in Italy, a week in Iceland, two weeks in France, and now four days in Zakynthos, Greece, she knows her vacation time is limited. Y/N has been using Bruceâs card to pay for the three luxury hotel rooms, one for herself (obviously), Jackie, and Stella. Sheâs used them for the plane flight in first class, the first class train ride, the yacht to get to this island, the fancy dinners, shopping sprees, any time that she needed to put money down she was using his card.Â
Bruce is a billionaire, he doesnât care and Y/N is also a billionaire, but this is her way of being petty. Why would she waste her money?Â
A delicate eyebrow raised at the man in the mirror, followed by two of their sons and a butler dressed in a Hawaiian shirt.Â
âLady Y/N, it is great to see you.âÂ
âHey Alfie, vacation looks good on you. I highly recommend the mimosaâs here, none of them have been bad.âÂ
âHi Ma, you look relaxed.â Jason walked further into the room, taking a seat on the plush chair and grabbing a grape, and tossing some to Dick. Their oldest son smiled and waved, âCâmon mom, I know youâve been here before, but you could at least try and look like a tourist.â Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling lovingly and flicking her hair over her shoulder. She leaned close to the mirror again, rubbing sunscreen on her face and massaging it into her skin.Â
Her husband made his way a little closer as the family spread out in the room. Jason sitting in the chair, Dick on the bed, and Alfred standing near the door. Y/N sneered at Bruce through the mirror, âBringing the kids to see you get humiliated is something I would have never thought youâd do.âÂ
Bruce sighed heavily, and Y/N wiped her hands on the towel and sipped her mimosa. Piercing blue eyes, filled with exhaustion and guilt, met hers, âY/N, how much longer are you scheduled for?âÂ
âHmm, for a while Bruce,â She pretended to think, âAfter all, Iâve been wanting to get back into modeling now that most of the kids are becoming independent, and what better way to announce to the world that I am back than a hard launch.â Bruce raised an eyebrow at her, âWill it be my card youâll continue to use.â
âOf course! It's the least my darling, idiotic, and hormone-rivaling-a-teenager husband can do after that stunt, right?â The room got colder and Dick sat up straighter at the tension between his two parental figures. Y/N has always had a sharp tongue and quick wit, one she used on Bruce a lot. Rarely ever was it aimed to be hurtful though.Â
âY/N, temper.â Dickâs jaw opened and Jason made an exaggerated gasp. Alfred looked pained as Y/N whirled around and seethed at Bruce, âTemper? Temper?! Who the hell are you to tell me to watch my temper when you canât even control your own hormones?Â
âIf you wanted to see my temper you just had to fucking say so!â Dick turned to Alfred, trying to see if there was anything he could do, but at the resigned look the man gave him, the oldest son choked on a noise, âThis is a new side of mom.âÂ
âLady Y/N has always had a temper, one that rivals Master Bruce.â She looked like a puffed up cat while Bruce was cowing like a dog with puppy eyes, âWhen they were younger, she would put even the adults in their place.â Her hand grabbed the now cold coffee pot, and Dick feels like it was only because Bruce was used to stuff being thrown at him and catching things that he was able to grab the projectile before it landed on the walls and carpet. Alfred raised a brow, âSometimes that temper bleeds into other things.âÂ
Their mother was seething in front of Bruce, looking like a bull and was ready to charge into a china shop. While Bruce may not be as delicate as one, Dick has money on Y/N still doing a lot of damage if she were to charge. Metaphorically and physically. Â
âY/N, please.â Bruce tried again, only to see her get more angry. His hands were up in a placating manner, and Y/N held her own hands tense and ready to swing if he came closer.Â
âY/N, it genuinely was an accident.âÂ
â âit genuinely was an accidentâââ She mocked, purposefully making her voice annoying â-fuck off! Like your tongue going down her throat is an accident. Didnât know that could happen!â Y/N looked around again for something to chuck, while Bruce closed the space between them inch by inch.Â
âWhatâs next? Are you going to trip and accidentally find yourself between her legs with your pants down?â Jason and Dick blanched at the imagery.Â
âOver a decade of marriage, of me playing the perfect ex-model-arm-candy wife for Bruce Wayne just for you dressed in a fucking furry suit to go and makeout with another fucking furry!Â
âLike! I know we werenât in this for love, but there. Are. Still. Standards!â She enunciated each word with a swat of her hand on Bruceâs shoulder.Â
âI still have standards! You donât see me making out with anyone else do you? Even as Iâm playing Supermodel Y/N, dressed to the millions and making everyone drool, I donât go making out with them!âÂ
âHow could Batman, of all personaâs you wish to play, do that? I expected that from Brucie, not Batman, defender of Justice or whatever bullshit you spew when dressed in that gothic suit.âÂ
Bruce sighed, âY/N, it was bad timing.â He gave her a hard look, âJustice and this are different. You cannot compare the two.â The man knew he messed up once the words left his mouth and he closed his eyes in regret.Â
Jason saw the slap coming and he braced himself for the impact it would have. Bruce didnât catch it, despite him being fully capable of it, and when it landed everyone winced at the sound and the red mark.Â
âWell this is my justice. Now go away. I have a photoshoot to get ready for and you are just pissing me off!â The hand print was immaculate. One that had Jason biting back a laugh and Dick looking horrified. Y/N whirled back around to face her vanity, where all her jewelry laid on the surface, and her attention was focused back on picking which one would go with her outfit to the shoot.Â
Jason whistled when Bruce turned around to face his kids and Butler, âGood hit Ma. You should hit the other side to even it out.â Y/N gave a laugh, picking up the pearl earrings encased with gold, and she continued to pick out a necklace.Â
âJay, help me out here please.â Rough hands replaced herâs, and green eyes met furious E/C though the mirror. Using the safety of her sonâs larger frame to hide herself, Y/N slowly let herself crumble a little bit. Jason could see the anger, hurt, and sadness that was slowly turning the sclera red from holding back tears. There was a subtle shake in her shoulders and the trembling of lips, but Y/N held it together. She was holding onto it by the seams, desperately waiting for the man causing her pain to be gone.Â
When the gold clasped, Y/N reached over for her large hat and sunglasses, âEnjoy the beach. Alfie, you especially should enjoy this vacation. Donât let this stupid, untrustworthy, and manwhore of a furry disrupt it.â With that, she slammed her hotel room door on her way out, and they all listened as her heels clicked down the hall until they were out of ear shot.Â
Alfred glanced at his ward, âWell, I am not one for violence when there are disputes between partners, but I will say that one slap was well deserved, Master Bruce.â The man sighed, slightly rubbing his cheek, âI think the last time she hit me that hard was when we were in grade school.âÂ
âShe put all her body weight into that.â Dick glanced at the hand print, âWoah, I think you can see the ring too.â Jason whistled, and Bruce closed his eyes and took deep breaths to keep himself steady, reflecting on the conversation and where exactly he messed up.Â
âI think this is the third time sheâs slapped meâŚâÂ
âFourth, sir.â Bruce nodded, remembering the third time. Jason raised an eyebrow, âI only know of the time you were both 6, and you said something mean so she hit you.â Dick pouted, âI know of the one in Middle School, when you were once accused of touching her butt.âÂ
Alfred raised a brow, âThe third time was when she dropped you off at the manor after a long night of drinking and youââÂ
âThanks Alfred, thereâs no need to tell that story.â Bruceâs cheeks were now flushed from embarrassment rather than the slap on his cheek. Y/N truly has seen him through it all. When he got into fights in school, it was always her eyes he sought out after each one. Bored E/C eyes, framed by thick lashes and elegant eyeliner, always watching with a blank expression. Bruce Wayne rarely phased Y/N L/N. When he was younger, he noticed how his last name made people stumble or stutter when talking to him, allowing him to say whatever he wanted. It did nothing to Y/N, who met his gaze and taunts head on with her own witty comebacks that stuck at parts of Bruce that had him fumbling.Â
He can remember his dad, Thomas Wayne, laughing when he caught Y/Nâs sly comeback directed at Bruce after he said something about her dress. Y/Nâs own parents looked mortified.Â
Y/N L/N-Wayne was a flame that never wavered. Itâs what made her successful at modeling, and a supermodel in her first two years. That flame is what had photographers, stylists, fashion designers, and make up artists still call her up, begging for her to come back. A force of nature that had only paused for Bruce and their children.Â
âCâmon, Y/N. Even you can see the benefits of this.â The woman raised her brow at a younger Bruce, who was smiling at her.Â
âYour life does not pause, and now with the Wayne name as yours, your options are endless.âÂ
âAnd what about you?âÂ
âThis means I no longer have to play as a playboy in public and everyone will stop asking me to marry them or their daughters.â Y/N laughed, âNah, youâll still get them. Theyâll just now be whispered behind closed doors.âÂ
Bruce smiled, âThe standards of a regular marriage will still apply. Obviously not the sex part or anything, but everything else will. Think of it like living with roommates.
âThis will work for the both of us, Y/N.â The woman smiled into the rim of her cup, red lips leaving an imprint on the glass.Â
It took him five tries for her to finally agree. There might have been some manipulation on his side of things, but he got that ring on her finger, and 2 months later she was walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that was deemed âThe Dress of the Century.â She was beautiful, even more so than usual.Â
Dick glanced at him, âSo, whatâs the plan?â Bruce sighed, âJust make sure she doesnât get hurt.âÂ
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It took 4 months for Y/N to come back to the manor. Within those 4 months, one of them were always with her. Switching off when they hit a new city, and each one had tried their charm on having her come back to the mansion. Bruce was going crazy, therefore Batman was more brutal than usual, and that the meant the other birds had to pick up the slack when it came to emotions. Bruce had all but shut down every other part that wasnât Batman.Â
However, nothing returned to normal once she was back. Her and Bruce were rarely in each otherâs presence, and she refused to see or do anything about Batman. Y/N was trying to remove herself from Bruce Wayne completely, and no one liked that.Â
Bruce and Y/N may claim that they were never in love, and that they only married for convenience. However, Dick will always remember watching Bruce and Y/N dancing in the main hall of the manor. He was hanging onto the chandelier, not yet noticed by either, as a song began playing and they both began dancing.Â
They had been dressed in casual clothes, which consisted of dark blue jeans and nice tops and shoes. Dickâs young eyes watched as the two of them swayed and twirled around each other, Y/N laughing at the whispered words Bruce would share, and the stern man relaxing for the duration of the time.Â
They were far from the perfect couple. Their parenting styles were different, and it took a while for Y/N to warm up to Dick. She was never cold or malicious, but just like Dick and everyone else, she was lost. However, it was her awkward arms he sought after when he had a bad day, or when Bruce got on his nerves. It was her eyes he always seeked approval for.Â
When she caught him hastily packing, dying to get away from the man that had his rules tighter than the Robin suit, she helped. Y/N had folded his clothes, snuck a bottle of Smirnoff and Titos into his luggage, because moving required at least two bottles of alcohol, and she hugged him goodbye.Â
Every member of this family has a memory tied to Y/N. A gentle one.Â
Damian had kind memories, where Y/N smiled at him for no reason. She did not expect perfection, and one time she stated how she wished Damian would fail sometimes. It was something that had him seething and jumping to defend himself, but Y/N laughed, âFailure is our best teacher, Damian. What better time to fail then when you knwo you have people willing to help you up?âÂ
Jason remembers peeking on Y/N when he was younger. Watching through the cracks of the door as she and Bruce swayed to music, laughed at old memories, or simply sat around each other and read a book. Sometimes, heâd catch her trying on her jewelry, or reorganizing her perfume. Every now and then she would go through her closet and donate clothes she no longer wanted or needed.Â
He watched how Dick, would seek her out whenever he and Bruce argued. When Jason finally allowed himself to be wrapped in those armsâ arms that always had Bruce looking ready to sacrifice everything, that had Dick relaxing, and Alfred smiling endearinglyâ and he can see why they did so. It's different from Bruce, because Bruce makes you feel protected. In Bruceâs arms, Jason knows that there is almost nothing that can harm him.Â
In Y/Nâs embrace, Jason feels at peace. Thereâs no need to worry about protection because heâs in a place that does not need it. When he dances with Y/N, to their song nonetheless, there is nothing that can ever disrupt the moment. Y/N stares at him with adoration, just how she does with Dick, only her attention is on him. Him! A street rat from Dowry, Crime Alley, and he has the attention of the woman that is Bruceâs equal in the highest social circles.Â
Those soft E/C eyes, that always stared at them with warmth and love, stared back at him through the mirror. He and Tim, because Timmy loved her just as much as he did, watched as Y/N emptied another glass of the Rose, and how the exhaustion from all the shows, photoshoots, flashing cameras, and the ordeal with Bruce seeped into her bones.Â
âHey Ma, let's get some sleep.â Jason walked closer, carefully minding the scattered jewelry that looked more expensive than any of his weapons, and Tim, who was forever on the same wavelength as Jason, scampered over to the large bed and lit the diffuser.Â
Y/N hummed, running her hands through her hair, before tilting her head back and looking at Jason once more, âYou both shouldnât be here. I can handle this myself.â Y/N never liked it when any of the kids saw her less than presentable. She was always dressed in nice clothes, with nice jewelry, and makeup even at the manor. It's one of the worries of being a model, she had told Dick, always scared that the nosey paparazzi will catch you at your worst and share it with an even crueler audience.Â
Jason had once confided in her about Willis Todd, and how he hated it when she drank in front of him. Whether it was scotch or champagne.Â
After that, Y/N always drank in her room.Â
The thing is, that Jason knows Y/N wouldnât ever hurt him. Sheâs not like Willis who purposefully seeked out to hurt someone smaller. Jason knows that no matter how mad she got at him, she wouldnât do anything (unlike what she would do to Bruce).
This is why, despite all the trauma he has with alcohol and people being intoxicated, he can confidently move the bottle away and the glass. Noting how both were empty.Â
Tim strolled over, and gave a small smile through the mirror, âIâll brush your hair, Mom. Then you should sleep.â Y/N tried to wave him off, âDonât bother. I can do it myself. You both should go.â She sluggishly reached out for the vintage decorated paddle brush, only for Tim to snatch it before she could.Â
âI want to do it. Besides, if it bothers you, think of it as me returning the favor.â The confused look Y/N gave him had him smiling patiently as he stood behind her and gently began to brush the locks of hair. Y/N sighed, âThis is embarrassing. My kids should not be taking care of me.âÂ
âIâm an adult.âÂ
âCEO of Wayne Enterprises as well. Taking care of you when you are in a low spot is the least I could do.â Lord knows how many times Y/N has cared for them at their lowest. When Tim believed that Bruce was stuck in the Time Stream, Y/N didnât seem all that confident in it, but she still believed him and helped him narrow down locations. She kept the press busy while he went out and searched.Â
He heard later that she refused to talk to Dick when she found out they wanted to put Tim in Arkham. She shook her head in disappointment when Dick told her that Damien is now Robin. Tim always thought Dick was a bit stupid on that part. Parading Damien, a child from another woman, around and in front of Y/N nonetheless. Yes, thankfully Y/N warmed up to Damien and vice versa (although for Damien it took longer), but that could have gone bad in so many ways.Â
âStill my kids.â Jason pulled a chair next to her, so they could all be in the view of the mirror, and in a rare show of affection that is only reserved for Alfred and Y/N, he rested his head on her shoulder as Tim continued to work the brush carefully through her hair. Y/Nâs shoulders sagged and her back hunched a bit, and for the first time in a while, Y/N let herself look how she felt. Exhausted. Utterly and completely exhausted.Â
Tim can see the dark circles under her red rimmed eyes, and the way her skin looked duller than usual. Granted, she finished a long gig, working tirelessly for months posing, getting dressed up, and traveling around the world to forget Bruceâs infidelity.Â
âStandards,â she said in response to his excuse. Tim isnât stupid to believe that neither Bruce or Y/N have feelings for the other. Heâs seen it. It's in the way that Bruce concedes in arguments, or the flowers and necklaces he buys her when heâs apologetic, how the harsh glare that was directed at Tim when he first became Robin eased the moment Y/N pulled the boy close to her. Acting as a shield and sword for him.Â
Her message was clear, and Bruce decided to read it.Â
Y/N on the other hand lessened Bruceâs stress when he was CEO, the breaks from brooding to dance in the main hall to their song, or even acting as the sound of reason for him. She keeps him tethered to Earth, never letting his thoughts stray too far from reality.Â
They may not be in love, but they still liked each other. Enough so that Bruce went along with her whims, just how she does with him. Enough so for Bruce to chase her across the world. Looking at it, perhaps Bruce was the one in love.Â
âJason, can you pass me the scrunchie?â He grabbed the silk scrunchie from large hands, and began braiding his momâs hair.Â
âYou guys are being so silly,â Y/N huffed, and Jason beamed at her, giving her a boyish smile that he never shows anymore, âAnything for ya, Ma.â She subtly shook her head, a smile on her face as she looked back into the mirror.Â
âIs this still about Bruce?â Tim kept his eyes on the braid, but from the tension in her shoulders, he hit the jackpot. Y/N brought her hand up to rub her forehead, âThat idiotâŚâÂ
âJoin the club, Ma.â Y/N took a deep breath, âHeâs so stupid. Itâs one thing to kiss another woman, which is fine. Do what you want to do, itâs not like we married for love.â A glare formed on her face, âBut to get caught is another thing. Fucking idiot, he can only think with his hormones like a teenager. Even Dami isnât like that, thank god.âÂ
Tim tied off the braid with the silk scrunchie, watching Y/N get heated again, âI hate him.â Except it was said with no bite, and the way Y/Nâs lip wobbled had Tim hearing other words alongside the ones she mumbled. Jason leaned into her, offering her comfort while Tim watched from the reflection in the mirror.
Y/N to Tim was what Janet Drake had failed to be. He learned a lot from both of them, and it helped that both women were huge players in their social circles and socialites. They both taught him how to play with peopleâs perception of someone. Only Janet taught him to keep a straight face and not show emotion, while Y/N taught him that with a correct smile and a well placed chuckle, someone can be eating out of the palm of their hands. Both women approached the world with different weapons and tools, and both women used and taught them to him.Â
Only Y/N also knew when it was time to put down the mask and become a reliable person for Tim, while Janet continued to only be Janet to Tim.Â
He loves them both. Except, with Y/N he felt that if she were to ever leave him the way Janet did then he would have no choice but to follow and bring her back. Wherever Y/N goes, Tim will follow.Â
âBoys.â Jason and Tim snapped their attention to the door, and Bruce was standing there, menacingly longingly. His face in an unusual expression, but one heâs worn a lot throughout the time Y/N was gone. An expression all the boys have gotten to know. Tim escaped, saying goodnight to both parental figures, before leaving for the cave.Â
Jason pecked Y/Nâs cheek, whispering good night and glaring at Bruce, âDonât fuck this up old man.â To which Bruce sighed and nodded, closing the door after Jason. For the first time in months, it was just Y/N and Bruce. Alone with each otherâs company and Bruce knows that if she could, sheâd probably be strangling him right now.Â
With great hesitancy, one that he could never show as Batman, he sat on the bed about a foot away from her.Â
âI paused my life for you.â Y/N glared into blue eyes, âI paused almost everything, for you. For your mission. For the children you brought into our home, without asking me about it beforehand, may I remind you. I love them, and donât you dare twist that, but I would have liked to have been consulted about it first.â Y/N didnât want to be a mother. It was never in the cards for her, and yet here she is having more children than she had ever dreamt of.Â
She loves them. Sheâd die and kill for them, but they were never in the cards of life she wanted dealt to her.Â
âI paused so much, just for you to go and.. And⌠and do that.â Bruce winced at that, and Y/N felt happy that he did. Gritting her teeth, Y/N turned her attention to look at the fire. The heat of it reminds her of her own rage and the coldness she feels when in the presence of Bruce.Â
Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and bit back a groan, âAnd once I start getting my life started again, having fun, going on the runway and magazines, here you come storming back.âÂ
âYou looked like you needed the break.â Y/N shook her head, âDid you know, that that is one of your worst habits. Always making yourself out to be the hero.â She took a glass of wine and watched the liquid swirl in the glass, âOf course, you let me have that moment. Of course you were thinking of me, and my happiness. How kind of you.âÂ
Bruce sighed, watching her sip the alcohol that left a red stain on her lips. He can remember the first time he saw her in red lipstick. Shockingly, it was in-person and the red made her skin look warm and teeth appear even whiter despite the knowledge that red lipstick can make your teeth look yellower. It was a beautiful shade, matched by her dress.Â
She was beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Even as time progressed and she and he got older, Y/N remained beautiful. Defying the laws time and age as she remained ethereal. Unfairly so.Â
Bruce had wanted to preserve that beauty, in the same way that many tried to preserve the flowers from the garden and the expensive smelling perfume. He wanted nothing more than for Y/N to continue smiling and for the fire to remain bright.Â
To do that, he had to stay away. He could not allow himself to love her, because if he fell then he would drag her through the mud with him. Yet, here he is on the other side of that cold look, one that had him hesitating. That kiss with Selena was terrible timing all around. She had caught him in a moment of weakness, and someone just so happened to be there at the worst moment to catch it all.Â
Staying away proved to be ineffective when here she is drinking wine with red-rimmed eyes and anger in her brows.Â
âThis marriage was never one for love, but there are standards. Ones we talked about beforehand.âÂ
âI know.â Y/N pursed her lips, tilting her head to the left and watching Bruce with distrustful eyes. The man sighed heavily and he sat in front of her, taking his own glass and pouring himself some wine. He didnât like this type of wine, and from the very small scrunch in her nose Y/N didnât like it either.Â
The more he stared at her, taking in her still youthful features and eyes that burned bright, the more he could feel his emotions rising to the surface. Feelings and emotions he long tried to bury, but never quite succeeded. He had hoped that kissing Selena would just prove that he is only missing her as a sexual partner, and it only confirmed for him that he was in love with her.Â
He is in love with Y/N L/N-Wayne. His kids are in love with Y/N. Alfred loves Y/N. The whole Wayne family, extended and all, are in love with this woman. This woman has nothing to do with their vigilantism, but instead reminds them that they are also normal and exist outside of masks and costume. That they are human and not shadows of the night.Â
That they are the Wayne family.Â
God, he loves her so much. So much. She is his weakness, his strength, his everything. The fancy cufflinks that are only brought out for special occasions, the expensive wine cracked open for celebrations, the pearl earring worn for the best performances. Y/N is the treasure of the Wayne family.Â
Carefully, he wrapped an arm around her waist, slowly inching his way around her, testing the waters to see if she would shake him off or hiss at him. When there was no sign of that, he tightened his hold only slightly and pressed his forehead into her shoulder, gently laying a kiss on the joint, âLike I said, it was an accident. She caught me at a bad time, and I wasnât expecting her to do that.âÂ
Y/N released a heavy sigh, and Bruce hugged her tighter, âI swear. It wasnât consensual.â She rubbed her forehead, and Bruce watched how the lines slowly faded and melted back into her skin. Y/N never wore exhaustion well, which was why on mornings she had early photoshoots, she would sleep in her room instead of Bruceâs. She always woke up when he would stalk in and climb under the sheets with her.Â
âPlease, Y/N. Give me a chance. Let me take care of you the way you should be.â Y/N chuckled at that, âCareful Bruce, keep saying stuff like that and I might start to believe you have feelings for me.â Ice blue met E/C, and Y/N hesitated for a moment. Something chilling going down her spine, âI guess, I should start saying it more often then.âÂ
âBruceâŚâ He pecked her cheek, careful of the fire he was playing with, and carefully watching her reactions. His arms encircled her tighter, and he kissed her shoulder. Bruce watched, and observed how the tension slowly left her and reluctant acceptance came across her face. His arms tightened, and Bruce fought back a smile.Â
âEver the charmer,â She mumbled. Bruce huffed a laugh, and Y/N shook her head, âIf I catch you with your mouth on anyone elseâs but mine, Iâm going to sick the kids on you.â An image of four rabid dogs, followed by a few more, filled his mind. Bruce grimaced as he remembered the tongue lashing he got from everyone, âNoted.âÂ
Y/N chuckled, and Bruce smiled, throwing his weight back on the pillows, bringing Y/N with him. His arms still tight around her waist, and a promise on his lips.Â
âIâll never let you go again.âÂ
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Not super Yandere, but it is getting there.
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[ SPENCER REID ] WHIPPED
cw. derek uses a little experiment to prove that the reader's whipped for spencer (fluff.) wc. 542
"YOU ARE SO WHIPPED," Derek says as the two of you stand in the tiny kichenette next to the bullpen.
You turn towards him and raise a brow, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh? So you weren't making heart eyes at pretty boy just now?" he counters, "Or when he was going on about Doctor Who this morning, or yesterday when he told you that dumb fact about the Mayans and their sun calander?"
"Again, I have no idea what you're talking about," you deny, reverting your eyes back to the drink in your hand.
Derek looks between you and Spencer before smirking. "Yeah? Let me give you a little explanation then."
He drags you over to Spencer's desk.
"Hey, pretty boy, Y/N and I were just talking about how horrible the coffee from the new coffee machine is," he said as the boy genius turned to them, "So she's going to that coffee shop down the street, you want anything?"
Spencer thought about it for a second, "Uh, no, I'm good actually."
"You sure, it's Y/N's treat?" Derek added in a sing-song.
"Uhm, I guess a glazed donut would be nice?"
You turn to Derek with a confused look on your face, which Spencer the Amazing Profiler somehow managed to miss.
Derek turns to you with a knowing smirk, "Give it a secondâ"
And just as those words leave his mouth Emily pipes up from next to JJ. "Oh, if you're going, get me a coffee?"
"I'd love a chocolate cookie," Penelope, who had come out of her batcave to hand over some reports to Hotch, adds excitedly, "You're going to that new coffee shop right? I could smell the deliciousness from a mile away."
Slowly but surely everyone in the bullpen piles onto itâall of them clearly not a fan of the new coffee machine eitherâand your teammate looks at you with a smirk.
"You want a notepad or?"
"Shut up."
The man lets out a bark of a laugh. "You'd have to dissapoint boy genius over there," he offered, before looking pointedly at Spencer who was now excitedly talking about the new cafĂŠ with Penelope, "But you could just not go."
You let out an annoyed huff as you looked at him too.
A full twenty minutes later you stood in front of Spencer's desk with a crumbled bag containing his favourite flavour of glazed donut (because of course I know what it is, Derek, I'm a good colleague), completely and utterly out of breath.
You'd just spent 15 minutes of your break running to and from the new cafĂŠâin your brand new heels tooâ and then giving everybody their coffee and/or cookie.
"Thank you," the boy genius replied with a bright smile on his face, looking in the bag, "Oh, and you got my favourite flavour too, you're amazing!"
You just offer him a small, tired smile. "Of course, Spence, no problem."
On your way back to your desk, you walk into Derek, who's already leaning against his.
"Just couldn't stand dissapointing your pretty boy, huh?"
"I swear to all that is holy, Morgan, I will throw this scalding hot coffee on you."
"Yeah, yeah, you're so whipped."
"I hate you."
"W-H-I-P-P-E-D, whipped."
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LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?
ship: fashion designer!gojo x fem!model!reader warnings: nsfw đ (fem. receiving hand-job/fingering; overstimualtion; p in v ; creampie, wrap before you tap kiddos) word count: 6.6k (i'm gagged cuz i swear it wasn't that many words as i was typing đđđ) A/N: Hey, bubbly-bear! just wanted to let you know i've moved from my my alt account to my main one, so i'm posting your request hereâŚ
Request:Hello! I had a lil gojo x reader idea but if you arenât vibing with it please dont feel like you have to write it, or change it how you see fit! BUT I feel like Guess (ft. Billie E.) By Charlie xcx is so Gojo coded and I would love to see a fic based off of it if possible :)
p.s. mwaaaaahhhhh, thx you so much for being my first request, hope i did you justice đŠâ¨
This line from the song just stood out to me and i just had to write it:
I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it Pull it to the side and get all up in it Kiss it, ride it, can I fit it?
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"Turn your head like thatâyes, perfect! Raise your chin a little more. Hold it!" The head photographer's voice cut through the organized chaos, every word precise and demanding. "Lighting! Can we adjust the back light, it's catching too much glare!" Another barked command as assistants scurried to fix the harsh spotlight casting an overexposed halo on you. "Makeup! Fix the lipstick; it's smudged." The pace had been relentless, as it always was on set. The camera had clicked, capturing each second of your endurance, but all you could focus on was the way your body ached.
Your feet, crammed into designer heels, screamed for relief, and your back burned from holding poses longer than it felt natural. You shifted your weight slightly, hoping no one noticed as the clicks of the camera went on like rapid fire.
"Alright, people, ten-minute break!" Finally, the head photographer clapped his hands, giving everyone the much-needed signal to stop.
A bell rang faintly in the background, and your shoulders slumped as you let out a groan.
You dropped the strained pose you had been holding for what felt like an eternity. You rolled your neck, feeling the tension snap and release in your joints.
The lights dimmed slightly as Kugisaki Nobara and Itadori Yuji sauntered over from the swimwear shoot, and you couldn't help but notice how their outfits screamed for attentionâboth in completely different ways.
Nobara was in a skimpy two-piece swimsuit, the top barely enough to cover her small bust, accentuating her slim waist. The delicate straps dug into her skin as she pulled at them, clearly annoyed, though the outfit highlighted her toned frame with every step she took.
The bottom piece clung to her hips, just barely covering enough to maintain some modesty, with high-cut sides that emphasized her long legs.
Despite the discomfort written across her face, Nobara moved with confidence, her slender figure not going unnoticed by the photographers still milling around.
She scrunched her nose. "This swimsuit is killing me," she muttered, fingers fidgeting with the ties around her waist. "Honestly, whose idea was it to make swimwear this uncomfortable?"
Yuji, in contrast, had an air of ease about him, rocking a pair of matching swim trunks that coordinated with Nobara's outfitâan intentional design that somehow made their shoot feel like a playful, couples-themed editorial.
His bare chest gleamed under the studio lights, each of his perfectly sculpted abs on display as though carved by a sculptor. His body was toned yet muscular, the kind of physique that didnât need fancy clothes to stand out.
With sun-kissed skin and that infectious grin, Yuji could have made wearing anything look effortless.
"C'mon, Nobara, we don't have that much longer. Besides, you look great," Yuji said, his voice lighthearted as always.
Nobara rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, says the guy who could wear a trash bag and still smile like it's no big deal."
You let out a quiet chuckle as Yuji gave you a wink before being called away to review some of the shots. He shot you a playful smile over his shoulder as he walked off, his broad back flexing slightly under the pressure of moving around in the hot lights.
"Ugh, I swear, if Yuji keeps this up, I'm going to barf," Nobara muttered, shaking her head as she sidled up next to you, arms crossed over her chest.
The two of you made your way toward the refreshments table, where the scattered models and assistants buzzed like bees around a honey pot.
You could feel the material of your own outfit shift as you moved, the delicate knitted vest you wore slightly hugging your upper body. It was all part of the 'clean girl' aesthetic your stylist had chosen for youâa knitted cream-colored vest over a crisp white blouse, paired with a pleated schoolgirl skirt that swayed with every step.
It was simple, yet chicâthe kind of outfit that made you feel both elegant and casual at the same time.
Yet, despite its light, airy look, the long hours standing in the heels were starting to make your feet scream. The snug fit of the vest only heightened the strain on your tired muscles, adding to the sense of exhaustion.
Nobara leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming as if she was about to share the juiciest tidbit of gossip she had yet. "So, did you hear about Kaori and that photographer? Apparently, they got caught in one of the back dressing rooms."
You raised a brow, barely hiding your amusement. "Kaori? The one who's been eyeing everyone since day one?."
"Oh, and you didn't hear this from me," Nobara continued, lowering her voice even more, "but Sumi told me that Yuji's been getting cozy with that new model, Megumi. You know, the quiet one? Well, theyâ"
You groaned, cutting her off. "Don't you ever get tired of knowing all the messy things?"
Nobara rolled her eyes dramatically, her lips curling into a smirk. "Never~" she said, before nodding toward the side entrance. Her voice took on a mischievous edge as she added, "Just like I know you never get tired of denying that your new stylist wants to fuck you."
You practically choked, your eyes widening as the words hit you. "W-What?" you sputtered, your face heating up. You let out a shaky laugh, then coughed, trying to gather yourself. "Stop saying thatâŚ"
Nobara's smirk only grew wider, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Oh, come on. The man practically undresses you with his eyes every time he's around. You can't tell me you don't notice the way he looks at you. The man's got designs on more than just your clothes, babe."
The heat in your cheeks deepened, and you averted your gaze, unsure how to respond.
It was hard to deny that your stylist's hands lingered just a bit too long during fittings, or that his gaze seemed a little too intense when he adjusted the fabrics on your body.
The clean, tailored looks he designed for you always felt more intimate than the pieces he created for other models. But surely, it was just part of his meticulous nature, right?
"I-It's just professional," you stammered, glancing down at the drink in your hand, trying to focus on somethingâanythingâother than the growing knot in your stomach. "He's focused on the designs, Nobara. That's it."
Nobara snorted, giving you a knowing look. "Yeah, okay. If by âdesignsâ you mean figuring out how to get under your clothes, then sure. But I mean, I'm not complaining. If I were in your shoes, I'd fuck him."
Before you could respond, a shadow fell over you both, and you didn't need to look up to know who it was. You felt his presence before you saw him.
There, leaning casually against the side of the refreshment table, was Gojo Satoru, the man in question.
His signature smirk played on his lips as those piercing, ice-blue eyes of his scanned over you over his shades, and you could practically feel the heat of his gaze as it lingered on your skirt.
"Ladies," Satoru drawled, his voice smooth and dripping with charm. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything too scandalous?"
Nobara raised an eyebrow, giving you a teasing look before stepping back. "Oh no, nothing at all. We were just talking about your... designs," she said with a sly grin before stepping back. "Guess, I'll leave you two to it," she teased, nudging you as she walked away.
And just like that, you were left alone with him, heart racing as you met his eyes. His grin only widened, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.
"So..." Satoru murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in slightly. "Anything you'd like to confess?"
Your throat went dry, and you could only shake your head, praying that he hadn't overheard Nobara's playful remarks.
But judging by the gleam in his eyes, you had a feeling he probably had.
Your heart raced as you tried to compose yourself, swallowing back the nerves rising in your throat. You forced a smile, though it felt shaky at best. "I don't have anything to confess," you said, attempting to keep your voice light. "Is there anything you need help with?"
Satoru's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming as he straightened up, his hands casually slipping into the pockets of his perfectly tailored trousers. "As a matter of fact," he drawled, "you could help me with something."
You blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. Before you could ask what he meant, two of Satoru's assistants appeared at his side, as if on cue, each one wearing the kind of professionalism that didn't quite mask the urgency in their steps.
Without explanation, they began to gently but firmly usher you toward the changing quarters.
"W-Waitâwhat's going on?" you stammered, glancing over your shoulder at Satoru, who followed behind leisurely, his long strides giving him an air of complete control. "Why am I changing? I thought my shoot was almost over?"
"Oh, nothing much," Satoru sing-songed, his lips pulling into a mischievous grin. "I just had a chat with the higher-ups about pushing up the date for a few of our theme releases. Ya'know, rearranging which models get which looks."
Your confusion only deepened, and you blinked owlishly, trying to make sense of his words as you were guided toward a small room at the end of the hallway. "Butâwhat does that have to do withâ"
You trailed off as you stepped into the changing room and saw the mannequin sitting in the center. It was draped in an outfit that made your breath catch in your throat. A short leather miniskirt, sleek and shimmering, paired with a crop bodycon top that clung to the mannequinâs torso like a second skin
The entire ensemble was a bold combination of black and silver, with metallic bangles adorning the arms and a choker embedded with silver and black accents.
But what truly caught your attention was the soft sheen of baby blue that ran through the outfitâa shade that was eerily similar to the blue of Satoru's eyes.
You stared at the outfit for a moment, taking in the platform boots that completed the look, their towering heels intimidating yet alluring. The whole ensemble screamed nightlife, clubbing, a world of flashing lights and pulsing music.
It was striking, to say the least.
The assistants wasted no time, setting down various items on a nearby table while preparing the room for your quick change. But you stood frozen, blinking again as realization slowly dawned.
Satoru leaned against the doorframe, watching you with an almost lazy amusement.
"You're joking," you muttered, half in disbelief.
Satoru raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
You glanced back at the mannequin, the black and silver catching the light in a way that made the outfit seem even more eye-catching.
The baby blue accents shimmered faintly, bringing your thoughts right back to Satoru, his confident smirk and those eyes that seemed to follow your every move.
The outfit looked like it had been designed for youâand only you.
The assistants were already moving around, gesturing for you to start changing, but your mind was still reeling. "You... moved up the schedule?"
"Had a feeling this look was perfect for you," Satoru said casually, pushing off the doorframe and walking further into the room. "Wanted to see it on you sooner rather than later."
You bit your lip, nerves fluttering in your chest as you stared at the mannequin once more.
The way Satoru's gaze lingered on you sent a shiver down your spine.
It was as if this entire thing had been orchestrated just for his amusement, his design, his vision.
The assistants handed you the top, a fitted crop that shimmered in the light, the baby blue accents standing out against the metallic silver.
You reluctantly grabbed it from them as they moved off to remove the other pieces from the mannequin.
The room felt warmer all of a sudden, like the air had thickened, and you couldnât shake the tension prickling at the back of your neck.
You lifted your gaze only to find Satoru already staring at you, his eyes locked on yours in a way that made your breath hitch. You cleared your throat, your voice shaky as you tried to break the spell. "Shouldn't you leave? I need to change."
Instead of moving, his lips curved into that trademark smirk that always made your stomach flip. "I'll have to stay and oversee things. You know, just to make sure nothing goes wrong. I can swoop in and fix anything if needed."
Your face burned, heat rushing to your cheeks as his words lingered in the air.
You weren't naĂŻve. You'd worked with dozens of stylists before, all of them meticulous, always staying to make sure the fit was perfect. But none of them ever made your skin tingle the way Satoru did.
None of them ever watched you like they were imagining a thousand different things beneath the clothes. And none of them ever made you feel like you were burning alive from the inside out with just a look.
Heart pounding, you turned away, hoping to escape his gaze. You began undressing, slipping out of your current outfit.
Each movement felt amplified, like you could feel the air around you, charged with tension. You reached behind yourself, trying to steady your breathing as you fumbled with the zipper.
You could practically feel his eyes on you, mapping out your body, lingering on every curve as if he could see right through the fabric.
Your skin prickled, the sensation of his gaze making it hard to even think straight. Every breath felt labored, every second stretched too long.
As you reached behind to unclip your bralette, your fingers trembling slightly, you felt a pair of hands cover yoursâlarge, warm, and deliberate.
The shock froze you in place, your breath catching in your throat.
"Allow me to help you with thatâŚ" His voice was low, velvety, and it sent a shiver down your spine as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear.
The world narrowed to that moment, the heat of his presence overwhelming your senses. His fingers gently brushed against yours as he unhooked your bralette, the touch feather-light but filled with an unspoken promise.
You couldn't move, couldn't breathe, the room suddenly too small, too hot, with Satoru towering behind you, his hands so close, too close.
Every nerve in your body screamed in protest, but your heart betrayed you, hammering in your chest as a low pulse of desire curled through your veins.
His hands slid away as he stepped back, giving you room, but the mark of his touch lingered long after he'd let go.
It left you breathless, the space between you charged with something dangerous, something unspoken that hung heavy in the air.
Satoru's smirk never wavered, his eyes still locked onto yours in the reflection of the mirror. "There..." he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. "...All done."
You stuttered out a soft, breathless, "Thank you," barely able to get the words out before Satoru turned on his heel. His presence seemed to consume the room, but as he barked an order to one of his assistants, the pressure finally lifted.
"Adjust the lighting for the next setup! And I want the backdrop changed in five minutes!" Satoru's voice rang out, sharp and authoritative. With one last glance over his shoulder at you, he strode away, leaving the room in a whirlwind of activity.
As soon as he was gone, it felt like you could finally breathe again. The air in the room cooled, the weight of his lingering presence fading, though not entirely.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you pulled the leather skirt up over your hips, the fabric snug against your skin. Satoru's assistant helped you with the bodycon top, tugging it into place, adjusting the hem and smoothing out the fabric as it clung to your curves.
The outfit was boldâalmost too boldâbut it fit like a second skin, highlighting every line of your body in the way only Satoru's designs could.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of camera clicks, flashing lights, and endless posing. Hours slipped by, the sun gradually lowering as the shoot continued, stretching longer than expected.
Nanami Kento, the photographer overseeing everything, was a perfectionist. His no-nonsense attitude left no room for error, and his eye for detail was unmatched.
He had insisted on waiting for the natural dusk light, arguing that it would complement the metallic sheen of your outfit and bring out the best in the overall composition.
You had worked with Kento before. His bluntness and unwavering pursuit of perfection made him a tough taskmaster, but he was one of the best in the industry.
Shoots paired with him always led to increased success. His images captured not just the clothes, but the mood, the essence of the model wearing them.
He and Satoru were at the top of their game right now, the dynamic power duo behind many successful campaigns, and you couldn't deny how they both pushed you further than anyone else ever had.
"âŚAnd⌠that's a wrap!" Kento's voice finally cut through the endless camera clicks, sharp and definitive. The faint ring of a bell followed, signaling the end of the shoot.
You exhaled a long, relieved breath, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders.
The shoot had taken the remainder of the day, from midday to the last golden rays of dusk.
The combination of Satoru's exacting demandsâmaking you pose in just the right way to show off the outfitâand Kento's insistence on perfect lighting meant you'd spent hours standing, twisting, and holding uncomfortable poses.
The tightness in your back and shoulders made it clear how long you had been at it. Your feet ached in the platform boots, and your muscles screamed for rest.
As the assistants began to pack away the equipment, the space slowly emptied out. The other models and staff had long since finished their own shoots and left, leaving only you and a skeleton crew behind.
The studio, once alive with chaos, was now eerily quiet, the low hum of final tasks being completed the only sound in the background.
You peeled yourself away from the set and made your way back to the dressing room, feeling the tightness of the leather skirt with every step.
The corridors were deserted now, with most of the team having wrapped up hours ago. The silence was almost jarring after the noise and flurry of the day.
You were exhausted, every muscle in your body protesting as you moved.
Finally, you reached your dressing room, the door creaking slightly as you pushed it open. The sight of the empty spaceâthe vanity mirror now bare, clothes and shoes scatteredâwas a welcome relief.
The day had been long, but now you could unwind.
As you closed the door behind you, the quiet settled over you like a blanket, offering you the peace you desperately needed.
You stumbled into the room, barely keeping yourself upright as exhaustion weighed down your limbs. Practically dead on your feet, you began peeling off the clothes that had felt glued to your body for the last several hours.
The crop top slipped off first, falling to the floor with a soft thud.
You didn't care where it landed as you walked over to the couch in the center of the room, facing a large squared mirror. Each step felt like a weight being lifted from your sore muscles.
A cool draft brushed against your bare torso, making you shiver slightly as it passed over the sheen of sweat from the long day. Your fingers worked at the accessories next, unfastening the bangles around your wrists and dropping them carelessly.
The metal clanked against the floor, loud in the otherwise quiet space. You massaged your sore wrists, the cool air soothing the raw skin where the jewelry had pressed tight against you.
Your fingers then moved to the choker at your neck, tugging it free and letting it fall beside the rest, relieved to feel the soft touch of air against your throat.
Your mind began to drift, wandering somewhere far away from the chaos of the day. You thought about what you'd do when you got home.
Maybe snack on those yogurt bites you found at the grocery store earlier that week. Or maybe you can finally binge-watch that series you'd been meaning to catch up on.
The thought made you feel a little lighter.
Hell, you can even spend tomorrow doing absolutely nothing, you have nothing booked!
You were right in the middle of imagining your lazy day ahead, fingers working the clasp of your bralette, when the door creaked open behind you.
"Hey! I'mâ" Your arms instinctively rose to catch your slipping bra before it could fall completely. Your heart raced, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.
You looked up at the large mirror in front of you, eyes wide, only to lock gazes with Satoru, lounging casually against the doorway as if he had all the time in the world.
"âundressing," you finished, your voice dropping to a shaky whisper.
Satoru's lips curved into a faint smirk, his gaze shameless as it raked over your disheveled appearance. He tilted his head slightly, looking over his shades at the scattered accessories and top on the floor. "You know," he said, his voice light with a playful edge, "you really shouldn't leave my designs lying around like that. It's almost disrespectful."
For a moment, you thought he'd bend down to pick up the itemsâhis creations, after all. But instead, he strolled right past them, making his way toward you.
Your breath hitched, your body freezing in place as his steps closed the distance between you.
Satoru's eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, were darker now, more intense as they followed the lines of your form.
He moved with the kind of confidence that left no room for doubt. And as he reached your side, standing just behind you, his presence loomed, filling the small space with the heat of his gaze.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the cool draft that had once been a relief now doing little to cool the flush rising across your skin.
Satoru stepped even closer, the heat radiating from him making the cool draft on your bare skin feel like a distant memory. His presence was overwhelming, filling the small room until all you could focus on was the warmth seeping from him and the way his gaze lingered on your reflection in the mirror.
"You know," he began, his voice soft, almost idle, "a lot of my best designs⌠they're not the ones I spend weeks perfecting." His words drifted through the air like a secret. He raised a hand, his fingertips brushing lightly against the faint indents the choker had left on your neck. The touch was barely there, yet it sent a shiver running down your spine. "No⌠the ones that really stand out," he continued, "are the ones that light up in my mind every time you fall into my vision."
You swallowed hard, your breath hitching as he leaned in closer, his chest now just inches from your back.
The heat from his body wrapped around you like a second skin, and you watched him through the mirror, mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes as he spoke.
His hand, warm and deliberate, trailed slowly down your arm, his fingers brushing your skin with a tenderness that felt both comforting and dangerous.
"You're my muse," he said, almost as if speaking to himself, lost in the thought. "Every second I spend watching you, seeing you wear my designs, it's nothing but inspiration." His hand continued to drift lower, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist before sliding back up, pulling you just slightly, coaxing your body into his.
Your breath grew heavier, chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale as you were drawn back against him, the solid warmth of his chest pressing into your bare back.
Your gaze flickered to the mirror, watching the scene unfold before youâhis hand resting lightly on your waist, his eyes tracing the outline of your form as if committing every curve, every inch of you, to memory.
You could feel his breath, warm and steady, fanning against your ear, and it made your head spin, your thoughts running wild.
"Every touch," he murmured, his lips brushing just above your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Every glanceâŚ" His voice dropped, becoming something darker, heavier. "I can't stop thinking about how perfectly you fit into my designs. Like you were made for themâor maybe⌠they were made for you."
His hand trailed down your arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, and you watched him in the mirror, breath hitching in your throat. Then, his lips ghosted over your ear again, the warmth of his breath making you tremble as he purred, "But you know⌠I keep thinking about something elseâŚ"
Your eyes widened slightly, and you felt him shift closer, his chest now flush against your back. The air between you crackled with tension, thick and almost suffocating, and yet you couldn't pull awayâyou didn't want to.
His hands pressed against your waist as he lowered his voice to something almost sinful. "âŚHow perfectly you'll fit around me."
The words slipped from his lips, dripping with raw, undeniable desire, every word reverberating through your skin, hitting you like a tidal wave. Your breath stilled in your lungs, heat coursing through your body as your mind raced.
Wait a minuteâwhat's⌠b-butâ
His arms tightened around you as his mouth hovered near your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me you feel it too," he groaned, his voice low, growling with need as his fingers dug into your hips. "Tell me you want it⌠just as badly as I do."
Finally, your mouth seemed to catch up with your thoughts. "S-Satoruâ"
Your voice once again falls away as Satoru's arms tightened around you, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. You felt his chest rise and fall rapidly, pressing into your back, his grip around your waist possessive, firm.
Then, in a voice so raw, so desperate it sent a shiver down your spine, he whispered, "Can I... have you?"
The words tumbled from his lips in a near whimper, laden with a hunger that bordered on pleading. His breath hitched, his forehead brushing against the back of your neck as if even he was losing control of the space between you.
Your heart hammered in your chest, your mind trying to process everything, yet failing to hold onto any coherent thought. His words, the way they sounded so needy, left you breathless.
You watched him in the mirror, his reflection almost ghostly in the low light of the room. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded with lust as they lingered on your form, and his lips, parted slightly, looked dangerously close to speaking something sinful, something that would push you over the edge.
The room was silent except for his panting breaths in your ear. You could feel his need in the way his arms wrapped around you, in the way his fingers pressed just a little too tightly into your skin.
"Say yes..." he breathed, his voice low and pleading, his lips now trailing down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of heat with every soft, almost teasing touch. "Please... just say yes."
Your breath caught in your throat, your body frozen in place as your mind blocking out everything else but Satoru.
The sound of him, the feel of him, the way his voice came out in that almost whimpering toneâit consumed you, leaving no room for anything else but him.
Finally, a breathless, barely audible "yes" escaped your lips, the word trembling from your mouth like a whimper, your resolve crumbling under the intensity of the moment.
It was as if a switch had been flipped in Satoru. His wicked smirk grew, a gleam in his eyes as he dipped his head lower, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before dragging his tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe up your skin.
The heat of his breath against your neck sent shivers racing down your spine, making your entire body tense.
"Good girl~" he purred softly into your ear, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Before you could even catch your breath, he pulled you down onto the couch, his movements fluid and effortless. You landed in his lap, your back pressed firmly against his chest, legs bent and pulled up on either side of him, facing the mirror.
our thighs immediately began to burn from the stretch, the leather skirt you wore sliding up all the way, exposing the lace underwear beneathâthe same light blue that matched the bralette you'd worn earlier.
The delicate fabric contrasted sharply with the heat of the moment, and your face flushed in embarrassment as your eyes caught the sight of a small wet patch there.
Your heart raced as you tried instinctively to close your legs, but before you could, he gently tapped your thighs with his fingers, his smirk never faltering. "Aht aht," he scolded lightly, his tone playful but firm, making it clear that he was in control.
His arms slid under your legs, lifting them slightly and pulling them farther apart.
The stretch made you gasp, thighs burning as he forced you all the way back against his chest, your body now fully reclined into him.
His grip was strong but not painful, holding you in place as his breath ghosted over the side of your face.
In the mirror, you saw it allâyour legs spread wide, your flushed face, and Satoru's darkened gaze fixed on you, his expression one of total control. His was voice, low and teasing, rumbling against your ear. "Look at you... perfect," he murmured, holding you tightly against him, his arms securing you in place, his presence overwhelming.
The reflection showed more than just your vulnerabilityâit was the power he had over you, and the way he reveled in every second of it.
Satoru's left hand slowly trailed down your body, his touch feather-light at first, but purposeful. The cool air kissed your skin as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of your underwear, his hand pressing firmly against your most sensitive spot without pulling the fabric to the side.
The sensation made your breath hitch, and your entire body tensed as his fingers began to move, rubbing slow, deliberate circles along your slit, teasing and drawing out every bit of tension youâd been holding inside.
His fingers trailed gently up and down, gliding over your skin as if he were mapping you out, testing your every reaction. He found your clit with ease, rubbing small, teasing circles that sent jolts of heat through you, the slow rhythm making it impossible to think straight.
Your thighs twitched, the stretch around him making the sensation even more intense. The heat of embarrassment flooded through you as your body reacted, and when you turned your face away, unable to watch the reflection of what he was doing to you.
Satoru clicked his tongue softly in disapproval. "Uh-uh," he murmured, his voice dark with command. "Eyes on the mirror. Watch what I do to you."
You swallowed hard, your throat dry as your gaze reluctantly shifted back to the mirror.
His hand kept moving, the slow rhythm intensifying, the way he touched you sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. His reflection was smug, pleased, as he watched you fight to keep your eyes open and focused on what he was doing.
It was an order, and disobeying felt impossible.
When his finger slipped inside you, your body jolted slightly, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. His movements were slow, deliberate, each stroke inside you making it harder to think.
One became two, both pumping in and out of your clenching heat with a slow, deep rhythm. He kept his other arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you in place against his chest as he worked his fingers deeper.
His breath was hot against your ear as his grip on your body tightened, his voice a low groan as he spoke. "You know what I can't wait to do?" His words sent a new rush of heat through you, and he chuckled softly at your reaction. "I can't wait to taste you... spend hours learning every inch of my muse's body. Watching you come undone again and again and again."
The promise in his voice made your mind reel, the intensity of his touch and his words leaving you breathless, your chest heaving as your pulse raced.
A particularly well-angled thrust had your back arching, a breathy moan slipping free. "That's it..." he praised, curling his fingers so they can brush against your G-spot again. "You're so wet for me... So responsive."
His thumb joined the fray, rubbing firmer circles over your clit that had your hips rolling mindlessly to meet his touch. He worked you higher and higher, stoking the flames of your pleasure until you were teetering right on the edge.
And still, he demanded you watch. Compelled you to observe the wanton display you made, his dark gaze devouring you from over your shoulder.
"Come for me," Satoru growled against your lips, his fingers pumping furiously now. "Let go. Now."
Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and whiting out your vision. You shook and shuddered in his hold, a cry of ecstasy torn from your throat as he wrung every last bit of pleasure from your spasming body.
Satoru swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing you deeply as he continued his ministrations.
Only when you collapsed bonelessly against him did Satoru still his hand, drawing his glistening fingers from your depths. He brought them to his mouth, maintaining eye contact through the mirror as he licked them clean with a shameless moan.
"Delicious~" he purred, voice rough with satisfaction. "My perfect muse."
You felt weightless, the tension from the dayâhell, the whole weekâmelting into nothingness as the lingering echoes of your orgasm left you in a daze. Your body felt loose, relaxed, like all the stress had finally evaporated, and for a moment, you simply existed, floating in the aftermath.
Then, you felt your thighs shift wider, and a small, confused sound escaped you before you even realized it.
Satoru's low chuckle filled the quiet room, dark and amused. "You didnât think that was it, did you?" His voice dripped with mischief as his hands moved to adjust you in his lap. He shifted beneath you, pulling his pants down slightly as he repositioned you, pulling you higher onto his lap.
The movement pressed you closer to him, allowing you to fully feel him underneath you, hard and insistent. His hand returned to your underwear, the long digits returning to rub away at you.
The sudden pressure made your back arch instinctively, a small whimper escaping your lips from the mix of sensationâequal parts pleasure and the discomfort of being played with beyond your limit.
"Silly girl," he tutted softly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. His hand returned to your waist, the grip firm yet tender, as he tugged your underwear to the side, filling you in one stroke.
You both froze for different reasonsâyour legs trembled as you felt the stretch, trying to stay tethered because he had to be the biggest you'd ever had, while Satoru groaned, overwhelmed by the tightness that enveloped him.
"F-Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch, eyes fluttering closed.
You let out a broken whimper, arms growing weak and giving out beneath you. You collapsed slightly forward, your forehead resting against his thighs as you tried to adjust, to find some relief from the pressure.
Satoru growled softly at the sight, his hands gripping your waist with more purpose. He pulled you fully down onto him, your hips flush against his.
"S-Satoru..." you moaned, your voice shaking, tears welling in your eyes as the sensation became overwhelming.
His hips jerked forward in short, deliberate movements, and your body responded, helpless to the rhythm he set. "T-that's right, baby, say my name..." he groaned, his voice thick with need as his hands guided you, pulling you back down with each upward thrust.
He lifted his hips to speed up the movements. You could only cling to his thighs, breathless and powerless against the force of his desire.
Satoru kept going, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer, filthy words laced with desire. His grip on your waist was tight, almost bruising, as he held you firmly in place.
The sounds of your bodies moving together filled the roomâwet, slick noises and the rhythmic squelching with every movement.
The intensity of the moment wrapped around you, heightening every sensation, your body overwhelmed by the pressure building inside you.
Your second orgasm was approaching too quickly, the wave of pleasure rising fast, almost too much to handle. Desperation washed over you, and you tried to scoot forward, to slow things down, but Satoru's response was immediateâhe went faster, his thrusts growing erratic.
You let out a choked cry, begging for him to slow down, but he only groaned in response, his pace relentless.
The sensation was overwhelming, and then it hit you, like you were thrown over the edge. Your eyes fluttered closed as the blinding pleasure rocked your entire frame.
Your body shook, every nerve alight as the intensity consumed you. You could hear Satoru cursing under his breath as you trembled in his arms, your body a quivering mess in the aftermath.
And then you felt itâthe heat of him filling you, spreading through your lower body in a rush of warmth. Satoru let out a long, drawn-out groan, pressing himself flush against you as he reached his climax. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving as he stayed close, savoring the feeling.
Before you could catch your breath or say anything, Satoru moved again. He pulled you back slightly, and you gasped, the sudden movement sending a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you.
His hands snaked under your thighs, lifting you carefully from his lap. He groaned softly as he watched his release spilling from you, leaking out as he admired the sight.
Satoru gave a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "What a sight to see," he hummed, his voice thick with amusement. One of his hands trailed down to your entrance, his thumb gently grazing over the sensitive skin.
He played with your sticky entrance, his fingers teasing, before pressing back to plug up the fallen release. Your thighs twitched in response, a shiver running through you at the sudden sensation.
You called out his name for what felt like the third time, your voice weak but pleading. "Satoru..."
He let out a tired but satisfied chuckle, his hand pulling away as he finally relented. "Fine, fine," he murmured, lifting you effortlessly in his arms. He settled you down on his lap again, this time pulling you close to his chest, cradling you as his arms wrapped securely around you.
The warmth of his body pressed against yours, his breathing slowing as he rested his chin on the top of your head.
The night grew quiet, the tension fading into a comfortable stillness, but even as you relaxed against him, your mind wandered.
As the night went on, you couldn't help but think: Nobara was fucking right.
A/N: lolol, sorry for the influx of smut guys, promise this won't be like an everyday thinjg.... đ anyways, hope this was up to your standards and wasn't too bad bubbly-bear, i tried my best to make it work to the song...đ
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pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader x Wonwoo
genre: smut, fluff, poly!au - minors dni.
warnings: threesome, anal sex, oral sex (f and m rec), fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, use of petnames (princess, sunshine, pretty boy), sub!reader, switch!wonwoo, switch!cheol, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), manhandling, hair pulling, aftercare
word count: ~3.8k
summary: you love starting your day with your boyfriend and a freshly brewed cup of coffee. but your other boyfriend has a different idea of a perfect morning.
Disclaimer: Both Seungcheol and Wonwoo are depicted as bisexual in the fic, which is used only for the purposes of fanfiction and it is not an assumption of the members' sexual orientation in real life. If you're not comfortable with these themes, then this fic isn't for you.
Author's note: happy holidays beloveds, here's some woncheol filth - big thank you to @gyuwoncheol for betareading (and yelling at me hehe) and to @wooahaeproductions for helping me out with the title!
tagging @onlymingyus @smileysuh @horanghater @shuadotcom @wongyuseokie
Šmulti-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.
Raindrops clatter on the window, a moody gray color engulfing the bedroom. You swear it makes you want to fall back asleep, but the warmth surrounding and the faint smell of coffee being brewed keep your eyes wide open.
You raise your torso from the bed and notice that your boyfriend is missing - now you know why the smell of coffee lingers in the air.
You push the comforter to the side before stepping on the carpeted floor, but a strong arm tugging at your wrist stops you - the wrist of your other boyfriend.
âDonât leave yet, I wanna cuddle for a little longer.â Seungcheol pouts, voice still dipped in sleepiness.
âBut Wonwoo is already up and making coffee. I donât want to drink it cold, Cheollie.â
âBut cuddles!â The blond man pouts again.
âSorry, Cheollie, coffee is calling.â You smile softly and get up from the bed, wearing your fuzzy slippers to go to the kitchen.
Seungcheol plops down on the bed, puffing his lips in annoyance. Itâs baffling how youâre willing to leave the warmth and coziness of his arms just for a cup of coffee with Wonwoo. Or maybe heâs being dramatic about it.
You, on the other hand, are absolutely delighted to be greeted with Wonwooâs broad back, clad in a plain white t-shirt. You tiptoe your way behind him and wrap your arms around your waist to back hug him.
âGood morning, sweetheart.â He rubs the back of your hand lovingly.
âGood morning, Wonu.â You hum and pat his abdomen. âHow did you sleep?â
âPretty well. Although I wish I didn't have to spend most of the night away from you. Not to mention the amount of times Seungcheol tried to pull you away.â He comments with a small sigh.
âOh come on, you know heâs clingy in his sleep.âÂ
âY/N, clingy is Seungcheolâs middle name.â Wonwoo chuckles as he pours the dark brown liquid in the three matching cups.
âI think thatâs one of the many reasons why you love him.â You tease him with a sing-song voice.
âI cannot refute that, Iâm afraid.â He passes you the cup with the sun carvings on. âEnjoy the coffee, darling.â
âThank you baby.â You take a sip and moan in satisfaction when the coffee hits your taste buds. âPerfect as always.â
âAnd the only thing Iâm perfect at-â
âBullshit!â
âIn the kitchen, I mean.â
âOh. Then yeah, youâre right.â You grin evilly and he swats your arm playfully.
âIf you get to be a meanie first thing in the morning, then maybe I should cut down on your coffee privileges.â Wonwoo tilts his head sideways, a cat-like smirk on his face.
âNow whoâs the meanie?â You put your coffee down on the counter and rest your fists on your waist.
âHonestly? Heâs still sleeping in the bedroom.â Wonwoo deadpans and you snort, trying to suppress your laughter.
âYou would have to bear with his pouting for the rest of the month if he heard you say that.â
âAnd he would get even more annoyed because I know when to not give attention to him.â He gives you a smug answer.
âIs it me or do you have a thing for arguing with Cheol?â
âI do. And frankly, I like him a bit better when he gets frustrated.âÂ
âBecause he looks hot when heâs angry?â
âExactly.â Wonwoo licks the corners of his lips. âMakes the ordeal a bit nastier, you know?â
âItâs always the quiet ones, I swear.â You roll your eyes and walk away from the kitchen.
âHey, where are you going?â
âTo the bathroom. I want to wash my face and do my morning routine. My eyes still feel a bit droopy.â You rub your face with your palms.
âThen stop rubbing your face, you idiot.â He laughs and you wave your hands in defeat, making your way to the bathroom.
Wonwoo is left alone in the kitchen once more and he goes back to enjoying his coffee, back turned against the rest of the living room.
Heâs unaware of Seungcheol walking into the kitchen with his signature pout on, the latter feeling sulky from the lack of attention.
But as soon as he notices his boyfriendâs shoulders stretching out the fabric of his tee, the devil on Seungcheolâs shoulder is awakened and ready to take action.
The blond man presses his body on Wonwooâs back and runs his hands over his sides, making the younger man shiver.
âShit - you startled me, Cheol!â Wonwoo curses out loud, the half empty coffee cup nearly dropping from his hands.
âYouâre one big scaredy cat, arenât you.â Seungcheol giggles.
âGood morning to you too, I guess.â
âWhereâs Y/N?â
âSheâs in the bathroom to freshen up a bit.â
âSo much for wanting to drink coffee with you.âÂ
âAt least she escaped your clutches.â Wonwoo laughs.
âGotta live up to my middle name, right?â Seungcheol presses himself a bit harder on Wonwoo, his morning wood trying to make its presence known.
âSo you were awake this whole time, huh?âÂ
âYeah, but the bed was too warm to not enjoy it.â
âBut you got up either way. Canât live without being the center of our attention, Cheollie?â Wonwoo teases him with the nickname, knowing how much it riles him up.
âYou must be in a pretty good mood to be cracking shitty jokes now, Wonu.â Seungcheolâs hand descends towards Wonwooâs crotch, rubbing him over his sweats.Â
âAnd you must be really thirsty for attention to be pulling tricks like these.â He grips the older manâs wrist, low hiss echoing in the kitchen.
Seungcheol smirks at his reaction and doesnât stop moving his hand up and down, biting his bottom lip when Wonwoo grips the counter a bit tighter.
âLosing your composure already? I thought you were stronger than that.â
âShut up.â
âAh ah, pretty boys like you shouldnât say bad words.âÂ
A shiver runs down Wonwooâs spine when he hears the pet name, hips bucking into Seungcheolâs hand.
âSeems like youâre the one who needs attention, Wonu.â The blond man chuckles in his ear.
âOh my God, just stop talking and keep touching me, please.â
Seungcheol takes his hand away and turns Wonwoo around, pinning him to the counter. He might not be taller, but heâs definitely stronger and he will always find a way to use his strength to his advantage.
âWhoever did your hair last night deserves an award.â
"T-Thanks. Wish I was here with the two of you, not at some boring business dinner."Â
"It's okay, Wonu. You've worked hard and it's reward time, pretty boy."Â
Seungcheol drops down on his knees and unties the string of Wonwoo's sweats, pulling them down with his boxers. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking precum.
"Were you dining with your colleagues with such a boner? I almost feel sorry for you." He rubs his fingertip over the shaft and around the bulbous head.
Wonwoo turns his head away, cheeks flushed and biting the back of his hand to drown any noise that threatens to spill.
"Gosh, you're so hot when you're shy." Seungcheol breathes out and wraps his puffy lips around the tip, giving it light sucks before deepthroating Wonwoo's cock in one go.
If thereâs one thing Seungcheol is good at, itâs oral sex - no matter whoâs on the receiving end in your relationship, he will leave you with jelly legs.
âC-Cheol, slow down a little.â Wonwoo immediately puts his hands in his boyfriendâs hair, nearly fisting the blond strands. Seungcheol pulls away his lips with a loud, almost vulgar âpopâ. HeÂ
âI can go slow. But no promises on how long Iâll be able to keep it that way, pretty boy.â He chuckles before spitting on his fingers and moving them behind Wonwoo.
âY-You donât have to d-do this.âÂ
âOne of us is gonna get fucked in the ass very soon and it wonât be me.â Seungcheol kisses the tip of Wonwooâs cock and carefully slides one finger past his rim,Â
âYou almost sound d-disappointed.â The younger man shudders and clenches around the thick digit.
âMe? Not at all, pretty boy. But you must be disappointed, since youâre so obsessed with my ass.â
âNot my fault youâre so t-thick everywhere, fuck.â
âAww, are you jealous, Wonu?â Seungcheol grins against Wonwooâs cock, adding a second finger in his hole. âYou shouldnât be, though - Your body is really hot, in its own way.â
âT-Tell me more.â Wonwoo moans and grips the blond hair.
âWhere should I even begin from? Your strong, broad shoulders? Your pretty collarbones?â Seungcheol showers him with compliments, his free hand coursing over Wonwooâs body, reaching to his waist and gripping it tight. âOr your slutty little waist?âÂ
Wonwoo loses his patience and thrusts his cock in the older manâs mouth, both hands glued on his head to keep it in place and fuck it relentlessly. His round glasses are already fogged up and sliding down the bridge of his nose. The two fingers havenât stopped toying with his hole, his sensitivity skyrocketing.
âFuck, fuck, Iâm gonna cum, God, Iâm so close!â Wonwoo throws his head back, mouth wide open and tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
Seungcheol hums affirmatively and hollows his cheeks around the shaft, the tip being pushed all the way down his throat. Wonwooâs orgasm is strong enough to make him lose his balance, but the strong arm around his waist holds him up. The man on his knees swallows every single drop of semen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down rhythmically. A few seconds later, he detaches his mouth and fingers, breathing heavily. His half-lidded eyes staring at Wonwoo with heavy lust.
âAhem.â
Your voice interrupts the two men and Wonwoo tries to pull up his sweats hastily.
âDonât bother. You wonât need them anyways.â You shake your head in dismissal.
âHey princess.â Seungcheol gets up and licks his fingers clean with a smug smile on his face.
âYou seem awfully awake for someone who wanted cuddles just a few minutes ago.â You cross your arms in front of your chest.
âAnd you seem awfully jittery, princess. Whatâs wrong, hm?â
âCheol, stop teasing her.â Wonwoo huffs.
âItâs okay, Wonu. I was heading to the bedroom anyway.â You shrug and leave the kitchen, making a turn for the bedroom. The two men peek their heads and see you throw your (Wonwooâs) t-shirt right on the doorstep and Wonwoo pushes Seungcheol out of the way, running back to the bedroom, the older manâs laugh echoing behind him.
A grin creeps on your lips when Wonwooâs arms wrap around your midriff and his lips attach themselves to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck.
âYou seem to be pretty riled up.â You murmur and push your ass on his crotch.
âCheolâs fault.â He murmurs back and turns you around, pushing you softly on the bed to climb on top of you. âBut youâre not innocent either, sunshine.â
âI know. Thatâs why weâre here now, right?â You toy with the hem of his shirt.
âYeah. And I cannot wait to fuck you, sunshine.â He grazes his teeth over your pulse point, hands groping your underwear - clad body.
âNot so fast, pretty boy.â Seungcheol leans against the door frame. âI call the shots here.â
âCan you not ruin the moment for once? I missed her last night and I wanna have my time with her.âÂ
âYou will.â H He walks behind Wonwoo and threads his hand in his hair, pulling it back harshly as he presses his lips on the shell of his ear. âAs long as you do as I say, that is.â
âCheol-â You open your mouth to speak.Â
âPrincess. Behave.â He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and you pipe down, waiting for his orders. Seungcheol hums in approval and lets go of Wonwooâs hair, who lets out a loud hiss.
âLay on your back, pretty boy. Need you to put that mouth of yours into good use.â He orders while undressing himself till complete nakedness.
âAnd why should I do that?â Wonwoo scoffs in an attempt to challenge Seungcheol.
âYou said you wanted to have your time with Y/N, didnât you? Youâre gonna let her sit on your face and sheâs gonna use her pretty mouth for something else.â
âDamn it.â The younger man curses and strips down as well, following Seungcheolâs orders. He lies down on the bed and Seungcheol pats your thigh for you to get naked and climb over Wonwooâs face.
âHey sunshine.â
âHey Wonu.â You giggle while peering your eyes down to him, his lips peppering kisses on your inner thighs.
âEyes on me, princess.â Your other boyfriend yanks your hair back, forcing your gaze on him. âHands down on the mattress.âÂ
You do as he says and youâre now on the same level as Seungcheolâs cock, the thick shaft mere centimeters away from you. You open your mouth to stretch your tongue and lick the tip, but Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down on his face to eat you out. You cry out when his tongue slides across your slit, flattening it over your clit and turning it pointy when it reaches your entrance.Â
âWhatâs wrong, princess? Does the pretty boyâs mouth feel good?â Seungcheol caresses your cheek and you nod affirmatively.
âCanât have you all fucked out already.â He taps his cock on your cheek and you desperately chase his shaft with your mouth. He puts you out of your misery by sliding his cock down your throat, making you gag with his size. You're glad you've trained yourself (with the help of your boyfriends) to suppress your gag reflex when one of them is fucking your mouth.Â
You let Seungcheol take control of your head and use it like a fucktoy to satisfy the raging erection, all while Wonwoo eats your pussy like it's the last meal he will ever enjoy on this futile planet. His hands roam your body, fingertips gliding over your hips, waist and gripping your breasts.
Your eyes flutter dangerously, hands fisting the sheets underneath you, as you let yourself enjoy what you're being provided by the loves of your life.
"Mmm, always so good at sucking dick, princess.â Seungcheol juts his hips in your mouth, loving the weight of his cock on your tongue.
You want to bob your head on your own on his cock, but the hand in your hair stops you from doing so. Instead, you ride out your frustrations on Wonwooâs face, who doesnât seem to mind you using him for your own pleasure.
âPretty boy is doing a good job, isnât he, princess?â Seungcheol slides out his cock and taps it over your cheeks, leaving wet trails of spit on your face.
âHis mouth is so fucking good, Daddy.â You moan in response.
âIs that so? Is he taking care of your needy pussy?â
âYes, heâs so good!â You dig your nails in the bed.
âHe can be even better with his dick, princess. Hop off.âÂ
You whine in protest, but one raised brow from the blond man is enough to make you follow his orders, your other boyfriend grunting in annoyance.
âLay on your back, princess. And pull your legs up to your chest.â
âDo you ever want to just go with the flow?â Wonwoo sits up and throws a nasty glare towards Seungcheol, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
âNo.â The older man says curtly and grabs Wonwoo by the arms, turning him around to face you and he pushes him on top of you.
âFuck! Sorry, sunshine.â Wonwoo puts his hands on each side of your head to not crush you with his weight. âI guess someone is impatient.â
âYeah, I am.â Seungcheol slaps his ass and kneads the flesh with his hands. âBut Iâm sure our dear princess is impatient as well and she would love to be stuffed full with your cock. Isnât that right, princess?â
You nod fervently and you buck your hips directly on Wonwooâs crotch and he moans, gripping his shaft with one hand to guide it to your entrance. A blissful sigh escapes his lips when he slides inside your pussy, enjoying your tight warmth.
âGood, stay still, pretty boy.â Seungcheol bites his bottom lip as he reaches for the lube in the drawer of the nightstand and he opens the cap to spritz a generous amount over his fingers. He carefully spreads it over his boyfriendâs ass, sliding two fingers to check whether heâs loose enough to take something bigger.
Wonwoo shudders on top of you and slowly moves his hips to start fucking you, but Seungcheol grips his waist to stabilise him.
âI said. Stay still.â He aligns the tip of his cock with the hole and pushes in with careful motions, until heâs completely sheathed in.Â
âFuck, oh fuck.â Wonwoo digs his nails in the mattress, trying his best to accommodate the stretch.
âWonu, are you okay?â You pet the back of his hair.
âY-Yeah, more than okay.âÂ
A fluid thrust from behind makes him groan again and jerks his entire body forward, resulting in a strong thrust in your cunt. You let out a gasp in response and your eyes notice the mischievous glint in Seungcheolâs eyes. He sends you a wink before he starts rutting his hips faster.
The force he exerts in fucking Wonwoo results in you getting fucked with the same pace. Both you and Wonwoo let out obscene noises in unison, your hands flying to his back.
âYour cock feels so damn good, Wonu.â You dig your nails in his back.
âGod, I canât even f-focus on what feels better right now.â He moans back and ducks his head in the crook of your neck.
âStop being shy, pretty boy.â Seungcheol pulls Wonwooâs hair and lifts his head to let you take a better look of his expression.
You clench around Wonwooâs cock when your eyes fall on his flushed face and messed up hair, sweat beads forming on his forehead and eyebrows.
âHow does he look, princess?â
âFucking beautiful, Cheollie.â You whine and Wonwoo bucks his hips harder in you, pushing your body closer to the foot of the bed.Â
âPretty boy loves being praised.â Seungcheolâs thrusts take a rougher turn and snaps his pelvis almost mercilessly.
âYes, yes I do, fuck. Harder!â The younger man begs in an embarrassing way.
âGod, you sound so pretty when you beg.â You whisper loud enough to be heard in the room and smash your lips on his, your hands now moving to cup his jaw. Your tongue mingles with Wonwooâs, sucking it passionately until you feel him whine in your mouth repeatedly. A sudden wave of sticky warmth floods your walls and you realize that your boyfriend just came inside you without a warning.Â
âMffh- ah, fuck, Iâm sorry, sunshineâŚâ He pants heavily, cock still twitching inside you as he grinds slowly.Â
âDonât worry, Wonu.â You stroke his cheek while he desperately tries to make you cum. âCan you please make me cum?â
âShit, anything for you, sunshine.â He slides his hand between your bodies to search for your clit and rub it in rapid circles.
âHow did I get so damn lucky with the two of you?â Seungcheol peers down on you as he pets Wonwooâs hair a bit softer this time, the contrast between his hand and his hips staying sharp.
âC-Cheol, p-please.âÂ
âHang in there, pretty boy, almost there.â
Seungcheolâs hand glides over Wonwooâs spine until it grips on the other side of his waist and keeps him steady to deliver a few more thrusts. He throws his head back in bliss as the climax hits him, his heavy cock unloading globs of cum inside.
âFucking perfect ass, so damn tight.â
Wonwooâs head dips in your neck again as he lets out a loud sob and cums inside you again, but his hand doesnât falter on your clit and you scream when your own orgasm crashes on you, hands struggling to find something sturdy to hold onto.
Your body decides to fall limp on the bed with Wonwoo right on top of you, who is still breathing heavily due to his consecutive orgasms.
Seungcheol slowly retracts his cock and lays on top of the two of you, catching his own breath.
âI canât fucking move.â Wonwoo grunts.
âMe neither.â You agree in a split second.
âDid so well for me, darlings.â Seungcheol pats your thigh while pressing a kiss on Wonwooâs shoulder.
âThank you Cheollie. Could you two please get off me now? Youâre literally crushing me.â You complain to your boyfriends.
âSorry, princess.â He laughs and sits back on the bed, allowing Wonwoo to roll on his back.
âThank you. Can someone carry me to the bathroom now? My legs are ruined.âÂ
âAbusing your princess rights, arenât you?â The older man quirks his brow.
âAre you gonna refuse?â
âNever.â He picks you up in bridal style and carries you towards the bathroom, your giggles echoing in the corridor.
About ten minutes later, youâre happily soaking in the tub, filled with warm water and a lavender scented bath bomb, all while Seungcheol walks back to the bedroom to check up on Wonwoo.
âDo you need help?â
âNah, Iâll be okay. JustâŚgive me a few minutes.â
âFucked you real good, huh?â
âNot as bad as the sheets, but I digress.â
âThe sheets arenât as tight as you or Y/N, but I digress.â The blond man smirks.
âI swear to God, Iâll get back at you for this.â Wonwoo groans, trying to stretch out his legs so heâll be able to walk all the way to the bathroom.
âHm, really? And how are you going to do it, huh? By trying to tie me up?â Seungcheol taunts him with a cocked eyebrow.
âThatâs not a bad idea actually, given how squirmy you get when your ass gets pounded from behind.â Wonwoo licks his bottom lip.
âAre you that obsessed with my ass, Wonu?â
âMore like obsessed with the mental image of railing you like a bitch in heat.âÂ
Seungcheol lets out a dirty laugh, shaking his head as he heads out of the room.Â
âIâd like to see you try, pretty boy. That ass can handle more than you can think of.â He punctuates his words by landing a slap on his ass and sending a wink to his boyfriend.
Wonwoo plops back on the bed and looks up at the ceiling, a grin plastered on his face.
He canât wait for that day to come.
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is it casual now?
chapter 1
summary: you and ellie agreed that this was just for a little fun - so what's the harm in her inviting you to joel's for a movie night?
word count: 2.3k
tags: nsfw, fingering (e and r receiving), angst, dub con?? i think?, does this count as public sex?, this shit's messy af y'all, mean reader, toxic relationship
a/n: i've wanted to write a fic based off this song for a while now. i've seen a few people write it (the song's a banger) but i only ever see ellie being written as the distant toxic one and tbh i don't think that matches her character so here's the opposite
also i hid a one last stop reference in here if you find it you get a prize (it's not hard to find)
if you wanna be tagged in the things i post, just lmk in the replies!
Joel was trying to decide what movie you should watch.Â
At least, Ellie thought he was. She could see the way his lips were moving - could even make out the words Dawn of the Wolf, whatever that meant - but she couldnât actually hear him. She sat across from him at the dining table, nodding along, trying to school her expression into a pantomime of interest, but his words were drowned out by the ringing in her ears.Â
Your hand on her thigh crept higher.Â
Ellie shifted in the uncomfortable wood chair, uncrossing her legs only to recross them, and your hand didnât move. You stroked slow circles into her jeans with your thumb; she would have thought it was absentminded if she didnât know you so well. Ellie could see you in her peripheral. You smiled politely, nodding along as Joel listed off what movies he had found lately - it had become his mission to hunt for them while he was on patrol. (He always insisted that Ellie needed to be familiar with all the classics from before the outbreak.)Â
Somewhere past the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, Ellie heard Joel say her name. She blinked, shifted in her seat again, and replied intelligently, âHuh?âÂ
He shook his head at her and laughed as he said, âWhere you at, kiddo?âÂ
She ran a hand through her hair, purposely avoiding looking at you - she knew sheâd only find that shit-eating smile on your face. âSorry, had patrol late last night. Yeah, that movie sounds cool.â She had no idea what movie he had suggested.Â
It didnât matter much in the end. After switching off the lights, Joel sat back in his big old recliner (heâd looked like a fucking kid on Christmas morning when Tommy gave that to him), leaving the couch to you and Ellie. You leaned into her with your head on her shoulder; she had her arm draped over the back of the couch, not quite touching you. She was dancing a fine line between wanting to hold you and knowing you wouldnât let her, but the tightrope was slipping from under her feet because you had put your fucking hand on her thigh again. Sheâd swear there was a damn magnet connecting your hand to her.Â
Ellie covered a gasp with a cough when your hand drifted between her legs. Your eyes were glued to the flickering television, but there was no hiding the small, satisfied smile on your lips. And she fucking hated herself for wanting to kiss it more than anything.Â
The tattered blanket you shared covered up the fact that the tips of your fingers were grazing across the seam of her jeans. Even the ghost of friction made her squirm, the movie becoming nothing more than white noise. You were too fucking bold, and her head spun when your nimble fingers undid the button and slid the zipper down so slowly it ached. When your fingertips dipped below the waistband of her boxers, she couldnât stop herself from glancing at Joel. He was enthralled in the movie, and she couldnât even pay attention to it; she hated herself for that too.Â
She knew she shouldnât; she knew she shouldâve grabbed your wrist, told you to stop so she could just enjoy the movie with her⌠with Joel. Heâd been trying to plan a movie night with her for a week, and tonight she had finally been free from patrol. God, she shouldnât have invited you, but when he asked if she wanted to bring a friend, of course your name had popped up.Â
She should have known it would be a mistake - an intoxicating one, but a mistake nonetheless. And when you dragged your fingers over her, pressing the lightest pressure to her clit, it took everything in her not to tilt her hips against your hand in search of friction.Â
Ellie bit down on her lip so hard she'd swear she tasted blood when you dipped just the tips of your fingers inside her. It was embarrassing how easy it was - how wet she already was and you had hardly even touched her. But when you circled her clit, your fingers already soaked, the shame burning in her chest evaporated. Her eyes fluttered, heat burning in her stomach, your touch setting her aflame. Her fingers dug into the back of the couch. She longed to touch you, to just wrap her arm around you and hold you close, press your head to her chest so you could hear how her heart reached for you.Â
Instead, she could only grip the couch behind your shoulder, gritting her teeth against the ache of it. You didn't even look at her, playing with her as though it were an afterthought, but there was no missing the smirk on your lips. She hated it; God, she wanted to kiss you.Â
Ellie didn't dare look at Joel - she didn't think she could handle seeing him so engrossed in the movie he had been so excited to show her while she sat only a few feet away, coming undone on his couch. She couldn't handle the shame rising in her throat again. If she looked at him, she was sure she'd be sick right there.Â
She tried so hard to keep it together - her hips ached from the force of holding them still, her lip surely cracked from biting it. Her chest burned with the moans she had to swallow like acid. But she couldn't keep it all in - it was overflowing. And when finally, the coil in her stomach threatening to snap, a low groan spilled from her lips, Joel turned to look at her.Â
Ellie didn't want to think about what he saw, but whatever it was, it made his brow pinch in concern. She couldn't meet his worried eyes when he said, âYou okay, kiddo? You don't look too good.âÂ
Your fingers hadn't even fucking slowed. You looked at her with a mask of concern, batting your eyes so innocently even as you pressed your fingers into her, curling them so you hit that spot that made her see stars. And then Ellie did grab you, gripping your shoulder in warning and glaring down at you. You wrinkled your nose, but relented and slid your fingers out of her; her grip tightened when you slid back over her clit. Fuck, she never should've invited you.Â
Ellie cleared her throat; she couldn't look at either of you without feeling sick, so she turned her gaze to the movie. What was it even about?Â
âSorry, I just-â Her voice was strained, suffocating in her own throat. She felt like she was going to swallow her own tongue. The coil in her stomach tightened and she felt nauseous. She groaned again, and the words tripped over themselves in a rush when she said, âI don't feel good.âÂ
Ellie stumbled to her feet, forcing you to withdraw your hand; when she glanced down, she could see that your fingers were wet and it made her stomach twist. Keeping one hand over her stomach to hide the fact that her fucking pants were undone, she hurried from the room, ignoring Joel when he called after her. She couldn't look him in the eye or else she might actually puke.
Making a beeline for the bathroom, Ellie slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, the wood cold against her back. She took a deep breath, counting the cracks in the ceiling until her heart finally stopped bashing against her ribs, her throat burning. Pinprick tears stung her eyes as she fixed her pants, her fingers shaking so hard she could hardly grasp the button.Â
Cursing under her breath, Ellie braced her hands on the bathroom sink, her shoulders sagging. Her eyes were rimmed red; she scrubbed her hands over her face roughly, willing her stomach to settle.Â
She shouldnât have been upset, really. The first time your hand had found its way into her pants, all those months ago, you had made it perfectly clear what this was. She could still hear your voice from that night, saccharine sweet and smelling like the whiskey you had nabbed from her cabinet: Come on, Els, Jacksonâs so boring. We can just have a little fun, right? She remembered the weight of your body when you climbed onto her lap, your thighs warm on either side of her hips, your hands pressing her back against the couch. She could still feel the way your breath had ghosted over her neck, your voice dripping with honeyed desire: It's just a little fun.
Her own eyes looked so unfamiliar, a stranger peering at her from the bathroom mirror.Â
Cursing again, she turned on the faucet, bending to splash water on her face - it was December and the water was so cold it numbed her hands. It was a welcome relief against her burning skin.Â
Ellie felt so fucking dirty it hurt. No matter how she scrubbed at her skin, rubbing it raw, she couldnât seem to rid herself of it. The cold water stung her cheeks.Â
A knock on the door made her jump, cold water splashing down the front of her shirt. She cursed, pulling the damp fabric away from her chest with a grimace before calling, âGive me a minute, okay?âÂ
But you had never been very good at listening, had you? You didnât even look surprised when you pushed the door open, ignoring her protest, and found Ellie leaning against the counter, water still dripping from her chin. If anything, you looked almost amused, quirking an eyebrow at her. It was the look you gave her every time you got her worked up, your eyes showing the laughter you bit back. She fucking hated that look.Â
Ellie glared over her shoulder at you, but there was no real malice behind it - even when she hated you, something in her still softened when you were around. A switchblade girl with a cotton candy heart.Â
You closed the door softly behind you, leaning back against it with a smug smile that she wanted to wipe off your face - she just wasnât sure how she wanted to yet. Ellie could hear how your ego tinted your voice when you said, âJoel sent me to check on you. Probably thinks you're barfing your guts out or something.âÂ
Ellie rolled her eyes, looking away from you and mumbling, âYeah, I guess dinner didnât sit wellâŚ.âÂ
You scoffed and the sound went straight to her stomach. She felt rather than saw you step behind her; she tensed when you placed your hands on her hips, leaning forward to put your chin on her shoulder. Her hands gripped the edges of the sink so hard she thought the porcelain might crack. She could feel the heat of your body all the way down her back, your hips pressing into her ass, and her traitorous heart fluttered embarrassingly.Â
Ellie met your eyes in the reflection, watching as your smile grew into something almost mocking. You placed a kiss on the back of her neck, pressing your words into her skin: âDamn, Els, I didnât know Dawn of the Wolf got you so hot and bothered.â Your fingers pressed into her hips, pulled her back against you. She failed to smother the sigh it pulled from her. She hated how it made your smile widen, and she hated even more how much she wanted to fucking kiss it off your stupid face. She shivered when she felt your teeth graze over her neck, and almost missed it when you muttered, laughing, âGod, youâre so fucking easy, you know that?âÂ
Ellie shoved away from the counter, spinning on her heel and grabbing your wrist before you could flinch away. You had only blinked before she slammed you back against the wall, praying that Joel didnât hear it. Her fingers wrapped so tightly around your wrist she could feel your pounding pulse, pressing it to the wall above your head. She slipped her thigh between your legs, pressing up into you, and she only had a moment to register that smug fucking grin before she slapped a hand over your mouth. She relished in the way your eyes flashed in something akin to fear. She had to find wins where she could, right?Â
Leaning forward so her nose brushed yours, Ellie growled into the back of her hand, âDonât make a fucking sound.âÂ
And she did get to wipe that cocky smile off your face. She kept her hand over your mouth, releasing your wrist to snake her arm between your legs. She muffled your moans, hissing when your nails dug into her biceps.Â
Joel was in the next room, she thought distantly. Joel was in the next room, watching the movie he had been so excited to show her. He was in the next room, concerned about her, waiting for her, and here she was pressing her best friend into the wall of his bathroom. She had your pants around your ankles, two - three - fingers pushing into you. She could feel the vibrations of your moans against her hand - she wanted to press her lips to yours and swallow them, knowing you would never let her.Â
It came too fast, Ellie pressing into you relentlessly if only to make you fucking shut up for once. Your body shuddered against her, and she wanted to hold you through it, but by the time it was over you were already pushing her away. When her hand fell from your mouth, you were smiling again. Maybe she was going to be sick after all.Â
@filtered-sunlight
#are you proud of me that this isn't 10k words#idk how many chapters i'll write#i'm kinda winging it rn#ellie tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x reader#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#lesbian smut#ellie x you#ellie the last of us#ellie williams tlou#tlou smut#tlou angst#this is p angsty
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24 Hours with You (Satoru Ver.) - Ep. 1
Series Masterlist Chapter Summary: The first episode of a mini-series where youâll live through the hours you spend together with your husband, Gojo Satoru. Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Female Reader Genre: Domestic AU, Fluff, Romance, Smut, Humor Word Count: 8K Warnings: whipped, clingy husband!Satoru, sassy!Y/N, shoujo manga inspired backstory, endless sex jokes, and overall cavity-inducing fluff with a little bit of smut at the end (no actual sex scenes...yet)
Episode 1: Morning
06.02 AM
Your very much-needed sleep abruptly comes to an end the moment your husbandâs alarmânot yoursâbegins to ring, his phone vibrating on the nightstand next to his side. You try to ignore it. You really do. After all, he just let you go to sleep three hours ago.
Granted, yesterday was Valentineâs Day and there was no way someone as insatiable as Gojo Satoru was going to end it with just one or two rounds of normal sex, especially not after he went out of his way, spending hundreds of bucks to buy you a set of lingerie that heâd been dying to see. He made sure to dress you up (youâre his favorite doll after all), his grin plastered ever so cheekily on his face. He held his phone steady in one hand, recording the way you not-so-gracefully stepped outside the bathroom in your new lingerie, dying out of shame becauseââWhat the hell did you buy me?!â Which he casually replied with, âA bunny suit. Now turn around and let me see your tail.â To be honest, that wasnât even the worst part.
(The worst part was when he said, âNow is my little bunny hungry for some carrots? âCause I got a real nice and big carrot for you right over heââ He didnât get to finish his line. You punched him.)
The alarm continues to ring, playing a song that you grow to hate more and more each day. âUgh, turn it off.âÂ
Satoru doesnât even stir in his sleep, which comes as no surprise. Heâs still lying flat on his stomach, facing you with his cheek drowning in the comfort of his pillow. He looks peaceful. Innocent. Even when his parted lips are still somewhat smeared with the color of your lipstick. And heâs droolingâin an adorable way, of course.
âSatoru.â You nudge his shoulder. âSa. To. Ru.â
No reaction. Itâs like talking to a dead cow. You groan, your upper body pressing against his backside as you reach out to snatch his phone from the nightstand. With bleary eyes, you turn off his alarm before returning it to the table. You fall back to the side of your bed, flinching as your body still feels sore from last night.Â
A smile forms on your face. Finally, itâs quiet again.Â
You still have two more hours before you have to leave for work. I can still sleep for one houâ
The alarm starts again, playing the same damn song.Â
Of course. How could you forget? Satoruâs the type who sets his alarm every ten minutes just because heâll totally ignore the first fifteen times. Are you really this tired to not remember this? Yeah, probably.
You pull your blanket over your head. Maybe you can just pay no attention to it like your husband.
Just ignore it, ignore it, ignore it.
Yeah, you canât.
You toss away your blanket, frustrated. âSatoru, turn it off!â
Finally, the devil wakes up. He moans, his voice husky and heavy with sleep, sounding so effortlessly sexy but youâre just too irritated to acknowledge it that way. âWhatâs up with the loud noise..?â Sinking back into his pillow and tugging his bedcover up until it reaches his ear, he mumbles, âHoney, Iâm still sleepy⌠Letâs fuck some other timeâŚâ
âOh, weâll fuck never if you donât wake up and turn that damn thing off.â
âItâs your alarm.â
âNo, itâs not.â
âYes.â
âToru, itâs literally Hatsune Miku playing.â
He giggles, still with his eyes closed. âI love Hatsune Miku.â
âOh, for Godâs sake.â You repeat your motions, basically throwing yourself over him so you can reach his nightstand. Satoru lets out a little oof under your weight, groaning. âBabe, whatââ You turn a deaf ear to him, making sure to sink your elbow into his back because he deserves it. Once you get his phone in your hand, you switch it offâthe phone, not the alarm. âThere. Done.â You slap back his device to the table. âNow letâs go back to sleep.â
Youâre about to jump back to your side when a pair of strong arms tangle themselves around your waist, pulling you down until you land face-first on his bare chest. âI donât think so, pumpkin,â he simpers, nuzzling the tip of his nose against the crook of your neck. Suddenly, heâs as bright as daylight. âI canât believe youâre being so aggressive this morning. Did we not do it enough last night?â He puckers his lips, baby-talking you when he says, âIs my little baby bunny still hungry for her carrot?â
âSatoru, Iâll say this as nicely as I can. Release me now or there will be blood.â
âHow is that nice?â He pouts, jutting out his lower lip. Heâs hitting thirty and he still thinks heâs adorable when he does that (he is, actually, but letâs not tell him that).Â
Now, boyfriend Satoru would have insisted on holding you close, but husband Satoru? Oh, husband Satoru has gone through some pain. He knows better not to test you. He releases you with a sigh, his eyes drooping like a sad puppy as he watches you crawl back to your spot. âYouâre so mean.â
âYou love me that way.â
The corners of his lips twitch up again. âThat I do.âÂ
Satoru turns around to his side, gazing at you with the bottom half of his face concealed by the blanket he shared with you. He doesnât really tell this often, but he loves seeing you in the morning like this. That silky nightgown. Those kiss marks on your neck and shoulders. The way your hair is so messy from all the tugging and pulling he did last night. Youâre his masterpiece.
âWhat?â You ask, unable to sleep with how he glues his eyes on you.
âNothing,â he smiles to himself. âYouâre so pretty.â
At this hour? âThatâs bullshit.â
âItâs true!â
âWell, thank you for the praise, my dear husband, but complimenting me isnât going to make me give you a blow job at six in the morning, so can you stop staring and let me sleep? I have work in two hours. One hour and a half now âcause you keep on yapping at me.â
To anyone else, you would sound vicious, but like you said so yourself, this is why he loves you. To Satoru, you look the prettiest when youâre annoyed, especially when youâre annoyed because of him. It makes him feel special in such a weird way. Having spent all his life being objectified by womenâand menâfor his looks, and treated with endless flattery because he came from a prestigious family, you, with your feisty attitude, appeared in his world like a breath of fresh air.Â
(Or maybe heâs just a masochist.)
With lips curving in joy, he pokes your cheek. âBabe, babe.â
âGo to sleep, damn it.â
âI will after you answer my question.â
âJust one?â
âJust one. Promise.â
âFine. What?â
âDo you remember when we first met?â
You open your lids, staring flatly at the ceiling above you. This dumbass is really trying to play his nostalgia card at six in the morning. You take a glance at him from the corner of your eye. He has stars in his eyes. Great. You know heâs expecting a long answer but itâs too fucking early for this. âYes.â
âYou do?â He props himself up on his elbows, his voice a pitch higher. Heâs basically sparkling, giddy with excitement. âWhat was it like for you? What did you think about me? Did you like me from the very first start? Did the world freeze when your eyes met mine? Hehe, I bet you had a massive crush on me~ I see youâre not saying anything so is it true? You totally did, didnât you? Oh my God, baby, thatâs so cute!â
You just lie there on the bed, half-dead, half-deaf, zero energy and he keeps prattling in your ear. âYouâre really not gonna let me go back to sleep, huh?â
âNope,â Satoru replies, making sure to smack his lips in case he wasnât irritating enough. âHey, hey, answer me, answer me.â
Somebody kill me, please. âOkay, fine, you wanna know the truth? I used to hate your guts.â
âEeeeeeeeh?âÂ
âDonât eeeeeeh me.â You pinch his cheek, ruining his pretty pout. âWe couldnât stand each other during high school, remember?â
âI never hated you, though?â Heâs sliding his arms under his pillow, hugging it close as he peers at you with a twinkle in his eyes. âIâve always found you cute,â he confesses, followed by a girly squeal. Satoru buries his face in the pillow, his legs flapping against the bed. âAaaaah~ Saying it out loud like that is so embarrassing~â
âIâm gonna punch you.â
âNo, seriously. Youâve never heard me saying I hated you, have you? And you know me. I hold my grudges. If I hated you, I wouldâve made your life a living hell. But I didnât, right?â He takes your hand, his thumb gliding across your knuckles before he replaces it with his lips. âI made you the happiest woman in the world instead.â
âWith your money.â
âWith my love,â he corrects you, flicking your nose. âDo me a favor and try to remember the first time we met. Didnât I show you enough how much I liked you?â
The first time we met?
Okay, a little flashback.The first time you met him, it felt like you were living the life of a shoujo manga protagonist. Remember all those corny stories you read back in middle school? When character Aâa female lead who was so clumsy, it was a wonder she survived the whole trip to schoolâmet character Bâthe handsome male lead who seemed aloof and mysterious but turned out to be nothing but a warmhearted kid with a traumatizing backstoryâin front of the schoolâs gate where they exchanged long stares filled with yearning and affection even though they just met? It always happened in the spring, for some reason, at the beginning of a new term. There were cherry blossom petals fluttering in the background, the words thump thump and syalala~ scattered all over the page among her inner monologue that went something like, âWhat a handsome boy⌠He looks like Prince Charming⌠And he has such long eyelashes too⌠Oh no, what is this feeling? Calm down, my heart! At this rate, heâs going to hear it!â Remember those corny lines? Yeah, well, your story went down just about the same.
âWhat are you panicking about? Just climb up and jump.â
âI canât climbâIâm wearing a skirt!â
âYouâre worried that Iâll see your panties? Honey, please, Iâm a gentleman. I wonât stare. Plus, polka-dot panties arenât my thing.â
âHOW DO YOU KNOW IâM WEARING POLKA-DOT PANTIES?!â
Okay, maybe your story didnât go exactly the same. But itâs true that you first met him in the spring, at the beginning of the schoolâs term. There were no cherry blossom trees swaying in the background because God hated you and He wasnât that fond of adding pretty things into your life. Gojo Satoru was pretty, sure, but only until he started yapping. And knowing Satoru, heâs always yapping.
You had promised yourself earlier that day that youâd do better. Be better. No more running late to school, no more procrastinating on your homework, and maybe even try to socialize more with people (you shuddered at the thought). You didnât wake up late that morning, and you went to school just on time but there was a car accident on your way there, forcing you to take a detour, soâ
âI hate my life,â you grumbled to yourself, staring tiredly at your high schoolâs gate in your fresh uniform that was no longer as crisp and tidy as it was from all the running you did. The huge wrought iron gate was closed and locked. The students were already sitting in rows inside the hall, sleeping through your principalâs morning greeting. You had your bag slinging on one shoulder, your short, pleated skirt swaying as it was kissed by the wind. Your hair was sticking uncomfortably to your skin, glued by your sweat. So much for wanting to keep perfect attendance, you thought. This is the worst.
Little did you know that God in heaven was like, âWorst? Oh, honey, Iâm just getting started.â
Because there he was, a devil sent from the deepest pit of hell. Your âPrince Charmingâ, walking out of a fancy black car and kicking the door closed without even thanking the poor driver. Gorgeous silver hair. Electric blue eyes. Piercing in his right ear and a bubblegum lollipop in his mouth.Â
Gojo Satoru.
He was a second-year student just like you but that was all you had in common. He was popular, so popular, and you didnât have to think long to figure out why. He was a prodigy, excelling in both sports and academics, never failing to rank first in every exam, and it was so exasperating because he never seemed to pay attention to any of his classes. He was just born smart. And rich. Always carrying the new iPhone, never wearing the same outfit when he traveled outside. His Instagram was filled with photos of him taking trips to Greece and outer space (not true). His socks were made of rare breed silkwormâs saliva and his shirts were ironed by a dozen crying maidens (also not true). Apparently, his father was this big CEO who worked really closely with the government so you often heard his family name mentioned on TV. And, to top it all, he was handsome. Like unbelievably handsome. Even you had to admit that. Ridiculously tall, naughty smirk, pretty voice. He was the boy that Taylor Swift would make a whole album about.
Lucky bitch.
âI know,â Satoru said, noticing the way you were staring at him as he walked closer to your spot. He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, gazing down at you (because, again, he was as tall as a tree) with one corner of his lips raised higher than the other. âIâm handsome.â
You werenât exactly staring at him because he was handsomeâokay, yeah, maybe you did. A little. âYouâre late too?â
You had never interacted with him before and you were 99.9% sure he didnât know your name, so maybe you shouldâve started by introducing yourself to him. Or telling him not to be so cocky âcause who the hell started a conversation like that?
âYep.â He plopped his lollipop back into his mouth, coloring his tongue blue. âBut unlike you, I chose to be late. Needed my beauty sleep, you see, but you get that.â He stretched out both hands in the air, cracking his neck. A little strip of perfect fair skin was shown above his belt but you looked away, clearing your throat.Â
âSo,â he yawned. âAre you going to climb first or should I?â
âWhat?â
âThe gate, genius.â
âYou want me to climb up the gate?âÂ
âHow else are you planning to go inside?â
âWell, true, butâŚâ You looked around. Your usual school guard was nowhere in sight. Yes, the gate was quite high and you could hurt yourself making your way down but he could lend you a hand, right? It would be easy. You could stealthily slip yourself into the studentâs hall after that. No one would notice. There would be no problem.
Well, aside from one thing.
âWhat are you panicking about? Just climb up and jump.â
âI canât climbâIâm wearing a skirt.â
Satoru arched an eyebrow before he chuckled. âYouâre worried that Iâll see your panties? Honey, please, Iâm a gentleman. I wonât stare. Plus, polka-dot panties arenât my thing.â
You blanched. âHow do you know Iâm wearing polka-dot panties?!â
âOh, I got it right?â He rolled his lollipop to the side of his mouth for the sake of putting his annoying smile on display. âI must be a psychic or something. On top of my good-looking face? God really does have His favorite, huh?â
âProbably 'cause He feels sorry for giving you such a shitty personality.â
His jaw dropped. He knew he had a shitty personality but he thought girls loved that about him. âWell, arenât you feisty,â he muttered, and you were worried for a split second that you might have upset himânot that you cared about his feelings specifically, you just didnât want to jeopardize your connection with him (He was rich, okay? It would be great for your future career if you were friends with someone like him). But then, Satoru stuck his hands inside the pockets of his pants, leaning close with his lips pulled back in a cheeky grin. âYouâre unlike anyone Iâve ever met. Wanna go on a date?â
Oh, that did it. Those little chances of you having a crush on him? Gone. âGross.â
âOuch, okay, that actually hurts,â he pouted, rubbing the center of his chest where you just shoved him. After taking a moment to examine your faceâyou really did look like you wanted to kill himâSatoru gave up with a sigh, shrugging. âWell, whatever. Iâm going in.â He pivoted on his heels, making his way toward the gate. âIâll see you never, Polky.â
âWait!âÂ
He clicked on his tongue, turning around to say, âYell louder, will ya? Our schoolâs guard is practically deaf but Iâm sure people in China would love to hear what you have to say.â
âYouâre annoyingly talkative.â
âPart of my charm,â he replied. âI feel bad for you for not seeing it, honestly. Now, what is it? First periodâs about to start.â
You thought about it, your eyes flying back toward the double-door gate that was attached to the compound wall. It looked sturdy enough to maintain both of your weights. If you made the jump, youâd still have the chance of being the perfect student for the rest of the semester. But did you really want to ask for his help? He was definitely not going to let it go if that was the case. Oh, you knew he was going to be so annoying about it.
âAny day now, cupcake.â
Yeah, Iâm not doing it. You werenât the type who was so against swallowing your pride if the circumstances demanded you to, but if it involved him? Youâd rather die. âYou know what, itâs fine. Iâll just go home.â
âWhat?â He knitted his eyebrows, watching you spin around on your heels. You were truly a piece of work, huh? So stubborn to admit that you needed his help. Throwing back his head and groaning dramatically, he exclaimed, âUgh, fine. Just give me your bag.â
âWhatâHey!âÂ
With nimble hands, Satoru managed to snatch it away before you could let the thought sink through. He carried it with one hand, not stopping under your command. You chased after him, and you were so close to getting it back before he flung your bag to the other side of the gateâand so carelessly, mind you.Â
You watched it land on the ground in horror. âAre you crazy?! I got my iPad in there!â
âWhoops,â he grinned, clearly didnât feel sorry in the slightest. âOkay, your turn, Princess. Come on, Iâll give you a lift.âÂ
Ugh, why is this happening to me? Left with no choice, you made your way to him. âDonât call me that.â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â He bent his body forward, exaggerating a bow. âI meant, it is now your turn, oh her Royal Highness of the Democratic Republic of Polkalandââ
You pushed him down by the shoulders. âShut up and get down on your knees.â
âOooh, so demanding~â he cooed, but his flirty tone vanished instantly the moment he felt your foot stepping on his shoulder. âWhoa, waitâdude, your shoes!âÂ
Okay, that was your bad. Shouldâve taken them off before you did that. Now his black blazer was painted with soil. âSorry,â you winced. âIâll help you clean later.â
âYeah, yeah. You weigh like a ton, by the way.â Oh, you know what? He deserved it. Actually, he deserved more dirt. âAre you rubbing your soles on me?â He gasped.
âYou wanted clean shoes, right?â
âNot by using me!â
You ignore him, curling your fingers around the iron bars. âIâm going up. Promise me you wonât look.â
Satoru sighed. âLike I said, Iâm not interested in seeing yourâaw, aw, aw, aw!â Tears emerged in his eyes. Not only were you stepping on him, you were also using his head to maintain your balance, gripping his strands a little too tightly when you felt that you were seconds away from slipping. âFuckâStop pulling on my hair!â
âIâm trying not to fall!â You regained your balance. Feeling a bit sorry, you placed both hands on the bars, gripping them firmly as you stood on his shoulders. You stretched out one arm, fingers clawing against the iron as you tried to reach the top. You got it. Now, all you needed to do was pull yourself up.Â
On the count of three. One⌠Two⌠Three⌠Pull!
Eh?
âWhat now?â Gojo asked, his patience wearing thin. His shoulders were throbbing in pain. You werenât actually that heavy for him. It was the way you were stepping on him, treating him like mud thatâs the issue.
You felt your cheeks growing hot, your voice reduced to whispers when you answered, âI canât do it.â
âWhat?â
âI canât pull myself up, okay?!â You yelled in shame. You had calculated everything except for the part where you barely had any muscles in your arms to carry your own weight. âIâm too weak!â
âAnd you couldnât have thought about that before you used me as your doormat?!â
âSee, this is why I told you I was going home!â
âBut your bag is over thereââ
âWHOSE FAULT DO YOU THINK THAT IS?!â
Oh, both of you were giving each other headaches for sure. âOkay, letâs try another plan,â Satoru said. âIâll go first and Iâll pull you up.â
âCan you? Youâre built like a twig and you said I weighed a ton.â
âIt was a joke, Polky, lighten up. And excuse me, I have muscles, all right? You just canât tell underneath all these clothes Iâm wearing.â
âIt was a joke, Twiggy, lighten up.â
âOh, you littleââ
âEnough, we donât have much time.â You climbed down his shoulders, exhaling in relief once you were back on the ground. âWant me to give you a push?â
âAs much as I would loveto use you as my doormat, I got this.â He brushed the dirt off his shoulder and tossed his lollipop to the nearest bin. âYou just stand there and look pretty,â he winked. âAnd try not to fall in love with me too fast.âÂ
Before you could land a kick to his shin, Satoru made his leap, making it look so easy that it almost convinced you to give it another go. He sat down on the top railâthank God, this gate didnât have any finialsâwith his legs settled on both sides to maintain his balance. He took a quick scan of his surroundings to make sure you were alone before he tossed his own bag to the ground. âOkay, I think weâre safe.â
Satoru returned his attention to you, and for a moment, you exchanged stares. âWhat?â You narrowed your eyes, suspicious. He just grinned, flashing his teeth and you knew he was up to something again. âNo,â you mumbled out as realization dawned on you. âYouâre going to leave me here?!â
âAbandoning my princess? Of course not.â His eyes glinted with mischief. âSay that youâll go on a date with me and Iâll pull you up.â
âYouâre kidding.â
âAm not.â
âI donât even know you.â
âWell, this is your chance to get to know me,â he smirked. âCome on, just one date. Iâll take you somewhere fancy.â
âNot interested.â
His smile slowly began to fade the more you rejected him. âYouâre seriously saying no?â
âWant to hear it in German? Nee.â
âThatâs Dutch.â
âWhatever.â
Satoru took a moment to himself, both confused and baffled (and a bit amused, actually). But surely, no one would reject the Gojo Satoru, right? Yet, there you were, glaring at him as you said so. âHuh,â he poked his tongue against his cheek. You werenât sure whether he found you vexing or even more⌠interesting. He accepted his defeat with a heavy exhale, just for now. âFine. Call me Your Majesty then. If you do it cutely, maybe Iâll pull you up.â
âOh my God, why are you suchan ass, Satoru?â
âOh, the princess knows my name!â He claimed in delight, already forgetting the shame from your rejection. âItâs about time you tell me yours.â
âYes, itâs Miss Fuck Off from Class B. Now, give me your hand and pull me up!â
âSay the magic word then.â
Oh, this isnât worth it. This is so not worth it. âFine,â you said, and to his surprise, you whirled around and walked away.
âWait, youâre leaving?â His smirk faltered. âWhat about your bag, Sweetheart?â
You didnât bother to look back. âI donât care. Iâll get it tomorrow.â
âThatâs stupid!â
âIâd feel stupider if I had to kiss your ass.â
âWould you prefer to kiss my lips instead?â
âGoodbye!âÂ
You stomped away. For a couple of seconds, there was silence, and you thought, oh, I actually managed to shut him up. You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back. You might not have your bag with you. Or your wallet. Or your phone. And if you were really planning to go home like this then youâd have to walk for five blocks, but! At least you got to leave him speechless. That was quite an achievement, wasnât it?
âIf you come with me Iâll pay for your iPad!â
Youâre back at the gate. âWould you be so kind as to lend me a hand, your majesty?â
Satoru laughed. A genuine laugh actually came out from the devilâs mouth. It almost felt strange. Somewhere deep down, you imagined that heâd have a creepy laugh, or maybe even maniacal. But no. His laugh was so, so adorable. So boyish. SoâŚheartwarming. It was the kind of laughter that would make you smile even when you were clueless of what he was laughing about.
âYouâre funny, I like you,â he said, sending tingles to your cheeks which turned you completely into the typical shoujo manga protagonist.Â
Eew, what the fuck, did my heart just skip a beat? Gross.
Congratulations. You just had your first shoujo manga-worthy inner monologue.
Satoru extended his hand. âYou better hold tight, Princess.â
âIf you let go, Iâll kill you.â
âIâll keep you safe, I promise.â Another smile, and there it was again. Your heart doing things inside your chest. You tried to find some excuse, blaming all of this on his looks.
Satoru pulled you up, holding you securely yet so gently by the waist once you reached the top rail. He held you close, noticing how you were shaking a little bit when you felt the fence rattle underneath your weight. This is strong enough to hold us both, right? You couldnât help but worry. When you were finally sure you were fine, you began to notice the pleasant, intoxicating smell lingering on the little space between you. His scent⌠It was wonderfulâsumptuous and warm, and you figured, that described him perfectly as a person. A mix of cedar woods and cypress, with a bit of sweetness to it. It almost reminded you ofâ
âThe Last Day of Summer.â
You blinked twice. âHuh?âÂ
âMy perfume,â he smirked. âThe Last Day of Summer by Gucci. You like it?â
âWhatâno,â you scoffed. âI didnât even notice it. You smell like sweat.â
âIs that so?â He was definitely not buying your bluff, but he played along, just for a moment. Satoru leaned in, his right hand moving from the dip of your waist to your wrist, his fingers covering yours. You could feel the tips of his strands tickling your cheek, your body freezing up the moment his breath grazed your neck. You found yourself holding your own, your eyes closing shut when he took a sniff at you.
Wait. Sniff?
Satoru pulled away, scrunching up his nose. âI think thatâs you, Polky. Did you miss your shower this morning or what?â
âI will push you.â
âAaw, but then whoâll help you get back down?â He tugged you toward him, his face hovering just a few inches above yours. He tapped his finger against your nose, matching the words he said, âNot. So. Smart. Are you, baby?â
âYouââ
âHEY! YOU TWO!âÂ
The thundering voice of a man caused you both to flinch. Your gym teacherâYaga Masamichiâwas there, probably glaring from behind his sunglasses and fuming in his sweaty track pants. âWhat are you doing?! Itâs your first day and youâre sneaking out already?!â
âInteresting point,â Satoru answered, unbothered. âWeâre actually planning to sneak in.â
âTeacherâs office. Now.â He didnât have the patienceâor maybe the time?âto stay and lecture you both. He walked away, grousing under his breath.
You let out a heavy sigh. It was only ten in the morning and you already felt so tired. Unlike you, Satoru was still brimming with energy. If anything, he seemed even cheerier than before. âWell, it sucks that we got caught but we had fun, right?â
âLetâs just get this over with.â
âOkay, Miss Grumpy.â He so casually ruffled your hair as if you had been friends for years. âIâll go first.â He hopped off the fence, landing back on earth almost as gracefully as a cat. You wished you could follow his lead but from that height? You werenât so confident. âItâs all right, Princess,â he said, noticing your worry. âIâll be here to catch you.âÂ
That was actually one of your concerns. Not because he didnât seem like heâd be capable of doing so, but more of what would come after he caught you.Â
Youâd be⌠in his arms, right? And then what?
Fuck, itâs just Satoru. You didnât even care about him until now. Just jump.
So, you did. Without thinking too much about it, you removed your hands from the railing, but you didnât jump toward him as you were too stubbornâand embarrassedâto do so. The chance of killing yourself over this was close to zero, right? Youâd be fine.
You could feel your feet touching the ground. You were okay. Or at least, you thought you were. Your shoes, unfortunately, werenât made to do such a reckless stunt. Your soles were too slippery, and like stepping on ice, you lost your footing, your eyes burned by the blazing sunlight as you felt gravity pull you down.
Until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist.
âFor Godâs sake,â Satoru said, and you felt his words reverberating from his chest since you had your face pressed against it. He sighed, removing one hand from your hips to cup the back of your head. âYou shouldâve jumped towards me, you idiot.â You could feel his long fingers slipping between your locks, forgetting to breathe air into your lungs when he pulled away, gazing at you solemnly. âLook, itâs cute to be stubborn and not want to ask for my help, but what would you do if you got hurt?â
Itâs corny to say this (actually, everything that had happened in the last fifteen minutes was corny. You werenât sure why your lifeâand yourselfâhad turned into this state. You were doing okay before he showed up in your life.) but you were lost in his gaze. The sky above you was brilliant blue, so breathtaking as it was painted by God Himself, and yet⌠When you compared that to his eyes...Â
Theyâre so pretty⌠He has such long eyelashes tooâŚ
(You have got to stop reading shoujo manga. Seriously. Maybe head over to shounen. Blood, death, and eternal sufferingâthat would stop you from thinking about his lashes.)
Satoru was close. So, so close, that a butterfly awakened in your chest.And was it just your imagination or was he leaning even closer to you?
âHuhâŚâ he mumbled out. Locking your eyes together, he gazed deep into yours, not romanticallyâthough you were too consumed by his stare to tell the difference. It was more like⌠He was in awe.Â
You fidgeted. âW-what?â
âYour eye color changes a little under the sun,â he smiled, sweet and youthful. âPretty.â
Mush. There was only mush in your head. And Satoru. âYouâYouâre too close! Get off me!â
He giggled, easily catching your hand before you could shove him away. âYouâre blushing? So cute~â
âWhy are you two still here?!â Yaga, the same teacher from before, returned with a volleyball in hand. Apparently, he left earlier to get his equipment. âDidnât I tell you to go already?!â
âWeâre going!â Satoru released you, clicking his tongue in annoyanceâmaybe a habit? âI swear to God, that man needs to get laid.â
âI heard that, Satoru!â
âI wanted you to hear that, Sensei!â
âAre you crazy?!â You slapped his chest. âThatâs a teacher youâre talking to!â
âRelax, my grandpa owns this school. He canât touch me.â
Why am I not surprised? Biting back your sigh, you took a step back, only to realize, great, I bruised my ankle.
He noticed, even when you were trying your best to hide it. âWhat is it?â
âNothing,â you said, doing as best as you could to walk without limping. âThanks for the help. Iâll see you never.â
He matched your steps. âDid you sprain your ankle?â
âJust a bruise.â
âWe should visit the infirmary first, just in case.â
âWe?â
âI canât possibly let you go alone.â He sounded like you were asking a dumb question. âHalf of this was my fault anyway.â
âYeah, âcause you threw my bagââ
âBecause Iâm so handsome that you felt too shy to just jump into my arms,â he spoke over you. His lips curving. âWouldnât have injured yourself if you just did what I said. But donât worry. Iâm sure there will be another chance.â
I hope not, you shuddered.
âSeems like youâre in pain, Sweetheart.â
âIâm fine.âÂ
âWant me to carry you?â He beamed at you. âPiggyback ride? I can do it bridal style too, if you want. It will be so cute, we can head toward the sunset together after school.â
âIâd rather die. And stop following me. Iâm heading to the restroom.â
âRunning away from me? Coward.â
âYou want me to pee on you? âCause Iâll do it.â
âKinky, but maybe some other time.â
Thankfully though, he listened to you this time, returning back the privacy youâd been craving since the moment he opened his mouth. He watched you walk away, his lips slowly curving back up as a new sense of excitement and joy filled his chest. âHey, Princess!â He shouted, making sure that youâd hear his next words even with the distance between you. âIâll see you on Sunday!â
âFor what?!â
âOur date!â
âOh, fuck off!â
And that was it. That was how you met your husband. To sum up, he had no sense of delicacy, he talked too much, had no respect for your personal space, and the way he snickered every time he saw you? Ugh. Yes, he was pretty. Yes, he made your heart race. But youâre not that shallow of a woman to be with someone just because of their looks so nothing ever happened. Not right away, at least.
These childish banters and unfortunate meetings kept occurring during your years in high school. And as if that wasnât enough, God reunited you once again in college. You thought you were cursed. He thought it was destiny. You still remember how you used to hold yourself back from ripping out his hair whenever he walked up to you, grinning from ear to ear while singingânot callingâout your name. But then you had this one class with him during your final year and your professor put you two on the same project together. You started getting to know him better, and you found out that Satoru had more sides to him, more complex than just a little brat who craved your attention. You got closer. You stopped rejecting his calls. You missed his cheeky grins when he wasnât around. And when he kissed you when you were crying because your dog just died? It wasnât that bad. It was comforting. It was warm. And sweet. It was wonderful.
(Yes, out of all the times he couldâve picked, he kissed you after you buried the precious family member whoâd wiggled his tail for you for seven years)
And before you know it, he asked you to be his forever and you said yes. Immediately. Undoubtedly. Wholeheartedly.Â
âEarth to wifey~â Your husband Satoru pops his head back into your vision. The ceiling that youâve been staring at for the last few minutes turns blurry behind him. You blink, placing your focus back on him. âYou suddenly turned quiet. Is it really that hard to answer my question? Babe, if you tell me you forgot about our first meeting, Iâm actually going to shed some real manly tears.â
You heaved out a sigh. âActually, itâs the opposite. I remember it all too well.â
âAaaw, baby~â He reaches over to kiss you, only to have you slap a palm over his face.
âNow that I think about it,â you say. âYou were so annoying when we first met. And disrespectful.â
He blinks, sweating. âB-babe?â
âNot to mention narcissistic, selfish, impoliteââ
âWait, hold upâWhatâs going on?!â
âYou called me Polky. You called me fatââ
âWait, this is not the reaction I wantedâYouâre supposed to fall deeper in love with me!â
âYou threw my bag without permission. You never paid back for what you did to my iPad. You kissed me on my dogâs funeralâoh wow, you were a little piece ofââ
âOkay, forget the past, forget the past! Remember that you love me!â
âI think you should go back to your side of the bed.â
âBabeeeeeeee, Iâm sorryyyyyyyyy!â He whines, tackling you in a hug, and rubbing his face on your stomach. âYou can have my credit card for today. Buy anything you want, okay? No limit.â
âOkay, deal.â
You shake his hand, and the deal is done. Mission accomplished.
âWhy do I feel like I just got tricked?â Satoru pouts.
You gently pat his cheek, smiling. âRemember that you love me, honey.â
You canât help but think that if cupids were real, your cupid must have worked overtime cause damn, what tough work it was to make you fall in love with his insufferable ass.Â
âAh! You just thought Iâm insufferable, didnât you?â Satoru asks, squinting his eyes.
You plant a brief kiss on his lips. âI think about you that way every day, my love.â
âYou are so in love with me,â he giggles, snuggling closer to you. âBaby, baby, Iâm cold.â He circles his arms around your waist again, landing a cute kiss on your shoulder. You can tell heâs smiling like a child, hugging you like a child, and as much as you want to go back to sleep, you can never find the strength to push him away when heâs like this.
âFine, we can cuddle. But keep your mouth shut. Iâm going to sleep.â
âOkay~â
âIâm serious.â
He pretends to zip up his mouth.
âOkay, good. Stay like that.â
Satoru nods. He holds onto his promise. He keeps his mouth shut.
Canât say the same about his other body parts though.Â
Because your husband is now grinding his hips against your behind, not too much, not too hard, just enough to make you notice that yup, heâs hard. His hands slip underneath your nightgown, skimming over your thighs before they press flat against your stomach. Heâs so warmâheâs always warmâand every touch he paints on your skin is both comforting and provoking.Â
âSatoru,â you warn him.Â
He makes humming noises in response, basically telling you, âIâm keeping my mouth shut, just like you asked.â Heâs bratty that way.
You sigh. You decide to let him be. It will take more energy to push him away anyway. Besides, even if heâs insatiable when it comes to sex, Satoru will never force you to do anything you donât want to. You just have to ignore him.
Which is not an easy feat, unfortunately, because before long, his hands find their way to your breasts, cupping each one fully with his palms. He makes another noise, which you easily translate to âGood morning, girls~â (You know this because he said that almost every other morning). Giddy, Satoru finds himself giggling again, squeezing them from behind but in a way that is so not sexy. Itâs like a kid trying out his new squeeze toy in Toys-R-Us.Â
You roll your eyes. âReally?â
âMm-hmm.â He starts playing with your nipples this time. Again, in a totally not sexy way. Heâs tweaking, pinching, poking your buds inside with his point fingers, and watching them pop back out again. Heâs tittering near your ear and you should really find him annoying but you canât help but giggle too. Heâs so dumb for even finding this entertaining.
âYou are unbelievable,â you say, turning your head around just enough to kiss him. You hope for dear God, you donât smell like your usual morning breath, but seeing how he doesnât smell like one and still tastes like the whipped cream he had eaten (off your body) three hours ago, you figure youâll be okay.
You donât plan to take this further than a playful kiss but when you feel your husband groan against your mouth, pleased by the way you close your lips around his so perfectly, you know youâre losing your battle, and you donât care. Who cares if you only had three hours of sleep and eight hours of stressful work ahead of you? Satoru tastes so sweet on your tongue. He always does. And youâre addicted to him.
With a little push, you have him lying back on the bed. He has one hand resting on your nape, holding your head firmly as he kisses you deeper. âSatoru,â you sigh against his mouth, his tongue rubbing against yours before he moves down to pepper kisses down your neck. He stays mute, but only because you told him to before (though if you knew it would lead to this, you wouldnât have said so). Your husband may have the habit of spouting out stupid jokes one after another in his wake, but he always says the right thing during sex. The things you want to hear. The things you love to hear.
You can feel him smiling against your ear, your body shivering at the sensation of his breath caressing your skin. You canât help but expect him to whisper something, something that you know will make you curl your toes in excitement. Last night he had you begging to turn every filthy word he spoke into action. Today, he just takes your earlobe between his lips, his breathing steady but heavy. The sound of his lips parting⌠The little mmm when he sucks on the sensitive spot⌠You're losing your mind.
His touch no longer feels light on your skin, drawing out hushed moans from your lips when he kneads your breasts, his thumb gliding against your nipple from over your gown. A soft chuckle brushes your ear. He knows how much you want to hear his voice. It doesnât feel right to you, feels like somethingâs missing. But he wonât do that. Not until you start pleading.
But two can play at this game.
You sit down on his lap, the strap of your nightgown sliding down your shoulder just enough to tease. The sight of the purple bruises he left on your cleavage the night before entices him. Youâre so pretty. So pretty when youâre marked and bruised.Â
With both hands on his chest, you nibble on your lower lip, rubbing your against his hardness. âI need you inside me.â
âFuck,â he groans, losing his battle. He starts whining when he sees you giggling. âBaby, thatâs not fair. You never said that to me before.âÂ
âReally?â You roll your hips, rubbing him at the right spot, the right pace. The way you move is obscene. The thin fabrics separating your body from his only add more excitement to your already burning skin. âAnd does Daddy like it?â
His face nearly explodes. âOh my God, stop. Youâre torturing me.â He sits up only to grab you by the waist before he throws you back to bed with one arm.Â
You find yourself laughing when he blows against your stomach, treating you like a child. âStop, that tickles!â
âI asked you to call me Daddy in the last three years weâve been married and you always kicked me in the face, and now youâre saying it just like that?â
âWhat, did you want it to be special? Should I go make you a bath filled with roses, put Hatsune Miku on speakersââ
âOh, thatâs it, come here!â
Youâre laughing until you canât breathe, your leg pulled and your arm pinned behind your back. He tickles your sides, his smile playful and bright, filled with mirth. This joy you both have, youâve never shared it with anyone else. And maybe he feels that too. Because when he flips you around, pressing your bodies together, Satoruâs gaze turns soft. He leans close, gathering your face in his hand. Thereâs no laughter, no giggle, no mischief in his eyes, only honesty. His voice sounds deep yet gentle when he speaks, âI love you.â
No matter how often heâs said it in the past, how much heâs said it yesterday, it always feels like itâs the first time you hear the words. And itâs rare for you to say it back to him, but he doesnât mind. He understands that you often struggle to portray your feelings with words, too shy to say it under his overwhelming gaze, and if you ask him, itâs one of the reasons why he cherishes you so dearly. Because he knows whenever those words do come out of your mouth, you truly mean them.
Like now.
Cupping the back of his hand, you press your cheek further against his palm. âI love you more,â you whisper. âEvery part of you.â And thereâs so much more you wish you could say, but will your words ever be enough to describe them all? It wasnât obvious to his eyes before as you were good at masking your emotions with sarcastic remarks and mean retorts, but reminiscing those old days you shared with him⌠It really made you realize just how much youâre in love with the man youâve shared the last seven years with. Youâve grown so attached that even the thought of spending some days alone without him scares you to your bones. And with the way heâs gazing at you right now, ocean eyes filled with the same amount of passion and affection as they were on the day he confessed his feelings to you for the first time, itâs only right for you to be overwhelmed by your emotions.
Sometimes it scares me because I never thought Iâd feel this way about someone.
Even the simplest thought of losing you, of not having you wake up beside me in the morning, is enough to haunt me for days.
Stay with me. Donât ever leave me.
I love you.
Satoru.
âI just⌠I love you so muchâŚâ And you hate that itâs all you could say.Â
But itâs enough. Itâs more than enough. Because Satoru is blushing, his eyes turning round, his lips parted but no words can be found. He just looks at you, astonished by the vulnerability you display on your face. The honesty. The purity of each gesture. How beautiful you areâŚ
âSatoru?â
He pulls you into his embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Hugging you so tightly, he barely gives you a chance to breathe and yet, you only wish for him to hold you tighter. You canât tell just how much your words paint vibrant colors to his worldâand bold red to his cheeks. âAre you planning to give me a heart attack?â He murmurs near your ear, a hint of shiver in his voice. âWhat the hell was that?âÂ
You canât help but chuckle. Embarrassed Satoru is the best kind of Satoru. âSorry.â
âYou kidding me? Say it again.â He returns the space between you, but only for an inch or two because thatâs all he can bear. He strokes your face, his heart beating hard enough that you can almost feel it on your skin. âI think this is the cutest youâve ever been.âÂ
âIâm maxed out for today, though,â you say, wincing. âYouâre gonna have to wait another ten years before I say that again.â
âIâll wait forever if thatâs what it takes,â he smiles, gliding his thumb across your cheekbone before he kisses you. âMy sweet, sweet wife. Iâm so happy I kissed you that day. Sorry your dog died, though.â
You chortle. âHonestly, you couldnât have picked some other time?â
âYou looked super cute when you cried, okay? Sue me.â
âYouâre so ridiculous.â But you press his lips against his anyway, both of you smiling into the kiss.
âBabe.â
âHmm?â
âCan I have your tits back in my mouth?â
âSure, why not.â
âCan I⌠also bring my carrot back to my bunnyâs mouth?â
âAaaaand weâre done.â With a little shove to his chest, you send him back to the bed.Â
âWhaââ He sputters, mouth opening and closing like fish out of water. âBabeââ
âIâm gonna go make some coffee.â
âNo, wait!â He shuffles quickly to his knees, holding onto your wrist. âHoney, I was kidding!â
âMomentâs gone, Toru.â
âBut Iâm still haaaard,â he cries, and whines, pleading at you with his pretty eyes. âBaby, Iâm sorry. I promise Iâll behave so come back to me? Please?â
You already have one foot off the bed, tossing him a look over your shoulder. âYou have hands.â Tying up your hair in a messy bun, you step down, smirking. âUse them.â
âBabeeeeee~â
You lean in to kiss him on the nose, patting his cheek when you say, âTake your time.âÂ
As you walk away, you hear him mumble sadly behind you, âBut your carrotâŚâ
Yeah, your husband is insufferable.
And thatâs why you love him.
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Shoutout to @justasketch and @princess-okkotsu for being my first readers and for not throwing up from the excessive amount of cringe in this fic. Love you, babes â¤ď¸
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The Most Profane & The Most Beautiful | Leviathan Torture Card | React | Spoilers
So, from my understanding the week of all Saints Day (after Halloween) the devils get weak and the angels are stronger (this lasts for seven days)
Prior to MC being summoned Levi was having hallucinations of his old peers that were with him in the Devil Camps in heaven
Levi's condition is getting worse, and the nobles talk about it. A funny thing is Glas assuming Foras tends to Levi's bed (meaning he's instigating that they bump uglies) and I was likeâŚ.Glas pls. It's almost like you're jealous
So his final dream before his disappearance, is of Orias and the other devil children from the past during the fire at the camps, Orias doubting that Levi would save them and Levi is convinced he can
A note I wanted to add is maybe MC forgot or this story is different from the Bloodshed Card lore, because if ya'll remember Barbatos explained that each devil would hang themselves if something happened to Levi and I'm sure this is mentioned in other cards too (his Bath one iirc) but them being thrown off by Glas reminding them of that and why they can't reveal he's not in Hades atm had me shaking my head but yeah I guess the devs don't carry over certain details from the other cards for MC to remember and treats each card story as if MC is hearing it for the first time.
Us finding out Levi doesn't sleep well because he's too busy thinking about who MC is fucking is wild. Pls sleep Levi.
SO we get some Selaphiel content! He went after Orias to lure Levi to Heaven. Odd, since I figured Orias could handle a cherubim but I guess not.
Oh he's hot. (sry, Levi)
So Selaphiel here is literally getting off on the thought of tormenting Levi. His strategy is to keep him there and eventually Hell will crumble due to his absence. Why? Because Levi is the most strict when it comes to the rules of Hell, without that structure everyone else is doomed. (Huh. Never thought of it that way but I guess Levi is in fact the glue that holds everyone together strategy wise. He did train Sitri after all)
Beleth calls Foras "Cotton Candy boy" btw and I think that's funny as hell
So we're in Niflheim meeting up with Beleth because MC and Foras need his help. They're discussing the details in Belphie's room is knocked the fuck out lmao. Ofc they are nervous that he'd overhear but yeah nah he out out. Ni ni.
Two things: Beleth likes snacks if you come to him with something to do, SecondâŚapparently he claims Lucifer wouldn't of been able to help. Now that's interesting. The fact that Foras and MC didn't go to Lucifer either was probably for "avoiding the kings" reason. But this leans into my "Lucifer is an anti-hero" theory. Stayed in Hell because he didn't agree with his brother's methods, but doesn't go out of his way to mess up Heaven either. Some of us saw this in the preview for the new area of Dark Sanctuary where the Kings were explaining that Lucifer wouldn't show up to help them take care of the Seraphim.
Now with Beleth's help, MC can learn how to act like an angel and infiltrate Heaven to rescue Levi. He is unable to do it himself and any other devil for that matter because of their weakened powers. Apparently MC ain't getting' no sleep either.
Important thing to mentioned about what I said about certain lore carrying over. They did in fact mention Levi's bath story and that MC remembers that. I guess it slipped their mind about the other details. This leads me to believe that this Torture card happens right after his Bath Card > Bloodshed > Torture. I say Bloodshed because that event happens on Halloween.
????????!!!!!!??!?!??!!?!??!??!?!?!??!
I would so be down to swallow Foras cock and take backshots from Beleth a n y d a y (Foras ofc is very possessive he ain't sharing it seems. Not nicely anyway)
B e l e t h
*screams, throws something, punches the air* S TO PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP he call me sugar.
So sweet.
(that is a reference to a songâŚa song probably I only listen to in this fandom lmaoooo)
Something is purring, and it ain't Beleth.
So after some training, dang it MC you and your one track brain memorizing porn starsâŚ(idk what that's for tbh but if Beleth said it's good enough it is) we meet one of the 72 which I can't wait to get a formal introduction to him. Zepar! He's going to turn MC into an angel as a disguise
Zepar has rules: Don't take off the talisman on his forehead. Don't ask questions about where he's from. Don't use the word master around him. Don't touch any joints on his body. He has more rules but it's too long to recite them lmaoooo I hope we get the full list later cause I wanna know the rules of interacting with him.
Funny thing again: Beleth cut open his skin to give angel's blood for the ritual needed for MC's disguise. Zepar said one drop was enough and Beleth is like "damn you should have said that" and then Foras does the same, knowing a drop is enough but he just wanted to one up Beleth. (he's been acting catty this entire time lmaooooo he really is such a diva when it comes to impressing MC)
It took goddamn 14 hours to complete the ritual with Zepar and he made Beleth and Foras stick around. Not because they were needed but because he didn't want to be alone. I would kick his ass lmaoooooo (Beleth was about to)
So they mentioned MC's skintone changingâŚ..I don't like that LMAO ya'll ain't taking my melanin hell nah. It better stay there during the transformation.
Damn. Hold up let me slide in your DMsâŚ.
This angel's name is Jophiel. Due to the sprite placement next to Beleth it was assumed that he's either floating or flying but in the CG he looks shorter than Beleth so idk what his height is. I just know he's fine too like hey hey quick threesome before I go? Yeah? In the open is fineeeee
No threesome though. Apparently there's a thin barrier between Heaven and Hell where either can't cross. Sitri explained it to MCÂ once.
MC is rank 9, the lowest angel that no one remembers. I wonder if that means the little creature lookin' ones are part of that lowest rank or just familiars that help the humanoid angels
And Jophiel caught MC btw fucking up already. They walked instead of using their wings. Angels don't make a sound when they walk, ONLY using their wings. The fact that he let it slide and whispered this to MC means that he knows what's up and is doing Beleth a solid. It's intriguing how Heaven bends rules like that. This would be considered double-crossing. But I mean he came down to Hell to speak to Beleth anyway soâŚ.YOLO
MC manages to find Levi before the execution ceremony but seeing him in anguish and hung up by chains on display as he replayed his traumatic past in his head made them rage with jealousy. Their disguise drops, feathers and all. All Saint's Day is overâŚso devil powers are back in full throttle! But it's not enoughâŚ.Michael shows up.
But it's Orias to the rescue! Yeah the path to Heaven for him wasn't easy but he got two angel souls out of it so let's go.
Orias attacking Michael wasn't enough though, it takes MC enticing Levi to snap him out of his state. Ya'llâŚthis part was just me being like "Ah classic MC." Nothing too out of the ordinary just them being themselves as per usual.
So a personal thing for me is the transition from deep angst lore to horny. I was in the zone seeing action and thrill and then suddenly "Damn I'm getting wet from looking at that outfit Levi is in." WhichâŚidk to me maybe that transition makes sense for MC but for me since I was in the moment I was like ?????? Why are we horny? Oh yeah this is a 18+ game okay ._. LOL
All this damn commotion and MC just lickin' and suckin' on Levi. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to show his nips on here full monty but phew they were something elseâŚ.it's because of the chain and nip rings not sure if that would trigger anything for the flagging bot.
I'm sorry ya'll but something throbbed.
Anyways.
A new monster Levi can summon btw. New to us but most likely not new to the powers he has. I hope we get more lore on this monster in the future.
Yay Levi is saved, takes MC home and fucks them for hours. Let me tell ya'll a little secret about my thing with LeviâŚ.
I like it when he gets mad and puts us through the mattress asking if we're going to do things with other men and being possessive during. Because antagonizing him makes him more rough and I personally call myself a theoretical brat. The way I'd tell him "Yeah I'm gonna shake my tits and ass for everyone even if you've fucked me to mush" and see what he does. That's when I don't mind that envious attitude of his.
BUT YEAH that's it ya'll. For the story. Those are the summarized parts without giving the entire thing away. These were the important points for me. Personally the story being 90% angst, training, and lore with a dab of sex at the end was really what I personally think is worth paying $60-$75 dollars for in terms of a exclusive card. Yes, it's the KingsâŚand it sucks that good stuff like this is paywalledâŚbut at least they gave us something different other than 5% story and sex sex sex sex. I know ya'll were here for that but phew does it get tiring after it being so one dimensional, ya know what I mean?
MC does a thing for X King, they meet, they fuck, MC is either dominating or dominants at first then switches. Cum everywhere. End. I'm sorry LMAO that's how I've been seeing most of the sex with the L cards so farâŚlike at least with this card I had plot with porn. FinallyâŚ
Story rating: 9.5/10!!!
I didn't give a full 10 because the abrupt transition to horny and the mention of MC's skintone changing to what I assume is a paler tone when there's literally Beleth and Jophiel that have at least some melanin to them.
 I'm now wanting Satan's Torture card story to see how they write that one. Which I am HOPING TO FUCKING ALL IS GOOD IN THE UNIVERSE that we get some more in depth Satan lore. Like please.Â
Small tidbits from his chats and date story btw:
Levi kept the disguise outfit that MC wore to heaven, MC is only allowed to wear it for him, vise versa with his outfit he got from Heaven
Levi was upset that he was "lied to" because MC told him they'd sleep in the other kings beds and he's been waiting for them to do that (okay??? LMAO)
Foras reports everything to him. E v e r y t h I n g. You can't even take a piss without Foras reporting it.
There's dildoes weren't originally called that in Hell/Heaven which is why no one knew what MC meant by the word dildo (HA I WAS RIGHT)
109+ is considered an adult in Hell and is a valid age restriction apparently for sex websites in hellâŚ.
I think Levi's threats are mostly empty based on how he speaks with everyone. Because if he truly wanted to kill anyone for sleeping with MC he would have done by now. Lol
He actually thanks MC and made them custom sex toys to remember the event byâŚwe got a whole thank you from him. Praise be.
MC and Levi discuss jealousy, especially when they are particularly jealous of how whenever someone looks at them they see Solomon, their ancestral grandfather instead of them. They feel Levi is amongst the few who truly see them separate from that. Also, apparently MC can't even look at the ceiling without Levi accusing them of thinking about someone else. I find that hilarious.
And fin~
Now if Levi isn't your fave, I think Satan is next? So I'd stay tuned and expect the story format to be the same! I ofc didn't share the full story here as per PB's warning so there are things I intentionally didn't bring up that someone else may reveal or share. (shoutout to my mootie moot for sharing this story with me!!)
As always, thank you for reading, stay awesome and lovely. -your lovely adminnn âĄÂ´ď˝Ľá´ď˝Ľ`âĄ
Oh to be taken to pound town by these two.
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i gotta take you home.
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader
request for @cevansbaby-dove Sorry it took me so long! I hope you like it!
"God she's so annoying," Hangman whines to anyone who will listen. You're across the bar, dancing with Rooster.
Which bothers Hangman more than it should.
Coyote chuckles to his left. "Yeah, okay." He brings his beer to his mouth.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hangman asks.
Coyote's shoulder touches his ear in a shrug. "Oh nothing."
Hangman watches you spin yourself in Rooster's arms, a carefree laugh falling from your mouth. Rooster grins down at you, one hand around your waist, the other cradling his beer.
The way your body is pressed against Rooster has Hangman planning out ways he can covertly shoot Rooster down from the sky.
Which is a new development.
It is no secret you and Hangman don't get along. From the moment he laid eyes on your h/c hair, and took in your e/c irises, you annoyed him.
There was no way someone could be so beloved by doing...well...nothing. But alas, that was the case with everyone you met.
Besides Hangman.
He'd be lying if he said it wasn't due to the way he couldn't charm you like other girls. You managed to see right through all his shameless flirting.
And yeah, it hurt his ego a little.
Or a lot.
You turn around in Rooster's arms, planting your back against his chest. Rooster leans forward, placing his chin on your shoulder. Hangman catches his eyes, and Rooster's left eye closing in a shit-eating wink.
Coyote chokes on his beer at the interaction. "You gonna let him get away with that?"
Hangman rolls his eyes.
"Get your head out of your ass, man. We all know you're obsessed with her."
"No way." Hangman shakes his head. "I can't stand her." Even as the words come out his mouth, he knows it's a lie.
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The song ends, and you separate from Rooster.
"Is he looking?" you ask your friend.
Rooster chuckles. "He hasn't take his eyes off you since you walked through the door, babe."
You glance over your shoulder at the blonde aviator. The object of all your fantasies. The guy who manages to push your buttons. Who drives you insane. Who makes you so mad with the simplest comment.
Despite it all, you're in love with him.
Too bad he doesn't return your affections.
The two of you make eye contact. He glances between you and Rooster. A blonde eyebrow raises, a silent question.
What's going on with you and Rooster?
You shrug your shoulder at him, hoping that's all it takes to get him to saunter across the bar to you, ready to push your buttons.
Another song starts, and since Jake has made no move to stop leaning against the bar, you reach around Rooster and take a shot from the table. Throwing it back, your arms wrap themselves around Rooster's neck.
Rooster looks down at you in warning. He knows how you get when you're in the middle of one of these....things....with Jake.
"It's fiiiiine, Roos," you tell him, holding out the syllables in your words too much. "Just keep dancing with me."
You pull your friend closer to you, and Rooster relaxes in your arms. "Whatever you say, y/n/n."
The two of you dance, lost in one another. You and Rooster went on one date. One date is all it took for both of you to see one another only as friends.
Since then, Rooster has played your wingman in trying to get Jake to make a move. It usually doesn't end in Jake's arm, but rather in an argument with him.
"Mind if I cut in?" you hear a voice behind you. The southern accent you've been dying to hear all night. Rooster backs off without another thought, spinning you into Jake's arms.
The blonde aviator smirks down at you, tightening his arms so your flush against him. He leans down to your ear. "Were you trying to make me jealous, darlin'?"
The intimate gesture sends goosebumps down your arms. The smirk on Jake's face deepens, letting you know he definitely noticed.
"Never," you grin.
"Nah," he agrees, the word hitting against your cheek. He pulls you closer to him. "Too bad it worked."
The hand around your waist cements there, his other own coming to the nape of your neck, making sure to get twisted in your hair. Jake uses that hand to crane your face up at him, those green eyes of his sparkling with mischief.
"You don't even like me," you murmur.
"Come on, now, you don't really believe that, do you?" Jake whispers back.
"Of course I do, Jake, you've never given me a reason not to," you admit, his eyes putting your under a spell.
"Hmm," he hums. "I love it when you use my first name."
One hand grabs the collar of his shirt, the other finds home around his neck. You're wracking your brain, trying to think of a way to get him to make that sound again.
The hand around his neck comes around to his jaw, and he lets his head relax. You play with the hair around his ear.
"This is the most you've ever touched me," he says. You let your hand explore down his neck, then his arm, finally resting around his waist.
"Tell me somethin', Jake," you say. "Do you really dislike me?"
The hand in your hair tangles itself tighter. "Would I be holding you like this if I did?"
Your finger slips through one of the belt loops on his jeans. He cradles your head as if he would rather die than let you go. His eyes glace toward your mouth.
"Are you gonna kiss me, Hangman?" you ask him, your eyes dropping this his lips. You pray the answer is yes. You can't hear the music in the bar anymore.
To be honest, you're not even sure you're still in the bar.
"Oh I want to," he murmurs against your temple. "But not in the middle of this bar."
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Jake pushes you against the outside of the Hard Deck. He looks down at you, his chest heaving with want. Hooking a finger under your chin, he tilts your face up.
"I have wanted to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you," he admits.
"Why didn't you?" you ask.
"You bruised my ego, if I'm being honest."
"I thought I was playing hard to get."
Jake chuckles. "You played that pretty well, darling."
Tightening your arms around his neck, you tell him, "Enough talking, Hangman. Show me what I've been missing."
Jake grins. "Yes, ma'am." His hands come up beneath your thighs, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Jake doesn't waste any time cementing his lips against yours. You follow his lead, letting him deepen the kiss. He moans against your mouth as your fingers slide into his hair.
Oh. So that's how you get that sound out of him.
You are putty in this man's hands, and it is as wonderful as you've imagined.
Jake runs kisses along your jaw, then down your neck. You lean your head back, trying to give him as much access to those sweet spots as you can.
"Darlin'," he hums against your skin. "I gotta take you home."
"Okay," you say lamely, comepletly intoxicated with the way he's making you feel.
"Okay." Jake's arms fall from around your thighs, setting you back down. His calloused hand reaches for yours, pulling you to him for one more kiss.
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can u do a fanfic for e-42 miles based on Super Shy by Newjeans đđ˝ the song is like REALLYY CUTE AND I CANT STOP LISTENING TO IT đŁđŁ
e-42 miles x shy reader
summary: y/n's mind is constantly processing on how to not be awkward around miles.
content: no warnings!
a/n: both of these asks were similar so i just decided to make it into one! these requests r so sweet. thank u anonđĽšđĽš. also I AGREE SUPER SHY BY NEW JEANS IS SO ADDICTIVE AND THE CHOREO IS SO CUTE!!
sitting with your friends at lunch, you peeked over your shoulder to take a look at the cute boy standing with his friends. nobody knew how badly the girl wanted to make a move and claim him as hers, but there was no way of that happening.Â
you were fairly new to brooklyn and visions academy. youâve been there for a couple months and settled in fine. on your first day of school, some girl approached you and invited you to sit with her and her friends at lunch. you werenât the most outgoing person, so you were glad that someone reached out before you had to.Â
âso y/n, do you think anyone is cute at this school?â one of your friends, layla, asked you.Â
that snapped you from your thoughts, turning your head to look at your friends staring at you expectantly. you opened your mouth to say something before closing it again. you were way too scared for it to get out, not that you didnât trust your friends, you just didnât want anyone to overhear or constantly be teased by it. shaking your head ânoâ your friends just went back to the conversation they were having.Â
you sighed, looking over your shoulder once more before going back to eating your lunch. the rest of lunch zoomed by and you went to your next class. you had biology with miles, being one of the two classes you had with him. you sat three rows behind him, most classes staring at the back of his head. heâs never turned around or noticed, youâre pretty sure he doesnât even know you exist.Â
sitting in class, you just listened to the teacher explain the direction for a project she was assigning. it was a partner project that she would be assigning. hearing her call out names, your head snapped when you heard your name being followed by milesâ name. you couldnât believe it. this was gonna be so bad because he made you nervous, you just imagine the whole thing being awkward. you starting shuffling the stuff on your desk, making space for miles who was walking over. he pulls up a chair and slides it across from you, the desk being in between you guys. you didnât want to make eye-contact so you just played with your hands and bit your lips. miles raised a brow at your behavior thinking it was cute, while your thoughts were going crazy thinking you bombed your only opportunity.Â
âiâm miles morales, youâre y/n right?â he asked trying to break the silence. you nodded in response and he gave you a grin before continuing, âso for the project, i was thinking we do the botany and ecology unit since the molecular biology unit is really long and i donât really wanna do the genetics part.âÂ
you blessed miles in your mind, thanking him for starting the conversation easily. âuh, yeah i would be fine with that,â you responded. giving you a glanced, he responded âokay, coolâ before turning to write in his notebook.Â
âiâm not doing anything after school so we could meet in the library, canât go to my dorm since my roommate is a pretty loud gamer,â he said. you simply nodded. the bell rang signifying that class was over.Â
the school day passed and all you could think of is how you were gonna talk to miles after school without sounding stupid. now, you were naturally shy, but that didnât mean you couldnât have conversations or lots of friends. it was only miles who made you really nervous and you didnât want to embarrass yourself in front of him or stumble over your friends.
walking over to the library, you had two paper cups in hand containing hot chocolate. you had wanted one and decided to get one for miles too (also maybe trying to win yourself some brownie points to make him like you a little bit). walking into the library, you look over, already seeing miles at a table with books spread out around him. walking up and stopping in front of him, you gave him a smile.
âi stopped by a cafe before coming here⌠i hope you like hot chocolate,â you said, trying to sound as calm as possible. miles looking up at you, gave you a grateful smile before grabbing the cup out of your hands.Â
âthanks, make yourself at home since we gotta work on this shih.â
you followed by sitting down and started taking your books and notebooks out. after being spread out, miles gave you a piece of scratch paper with a draft of what he kinda wants to do for the project. reading over it, you deemed everything good and nodded at him. you both discussed where to begin and he shared a powerpoint with you.Â
an hour passed and you start to feel more confident in your abilities to talk to miles. discussing work and occasional small talk has slightly taken away your nervousness of talking to the pretty boy.Â
âi feel like we should put more detail and description on the photosynthesis pa-â you began.Â
âcan you say that again?â
âthat we should put more detail on this part?â
âno, say photosynthesis.â
âphotosynthesis?â
âthe way you say that is cute, ma,â he grinned.Â
your head literally malfunctioned at that moment. there was no way the boy that you have been pining over for the past month just called you cute. you simply nodded, not knowing how to respond when miles kept on pushing.Â
âyou know, i catch you staring at me a lot,â he smugly said, resting his chin on his hand.Â
âi donât know- i mean, sorry?â
ânah, i think itâs cute. i think your cute in general.â
you felt your face flush and looked to the side, scratching your neck. âthanks miles,â you tried to sound appreciative, but accepting compliments was so hard and weird for you. you didnât want to come off as stuck up, but also didnât want to come off as ungrateful either. thankfully, your shyness didnât back miles off.
âyou wanna go out with me sometime? we could go to that cafe you went to earlier. whatever is comfortable for you.â
miles saying that immediately brought you out of your shell. âwait, really?â you asked with a shocked look on your face. miles leaned back in his seat, nodding, âof course, hermosa.â you nodded fast, a big smile on your face. who was going to say no to a date with miles morales?
you both forgot existence of the project in that moment and kept on talking.
extra!
the next day at lunch, you were sitting with your friends talking. miles walked by your table and you gave him a small wave, he waved back following a grin before continuing to catch up with his friends. your friends looked at you in shock.
âuhm mrs. super shy? wanna tell us what that was about?â your friend asked.
âgive us all the deets. you just got the schoolâs pretty boy attention.â your other friend asked. you sighed knowing that even after you explain, the questions and hype from your friends will be never ending.Â
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I loved Lando x Actress reader. Can I have Lando x singer reader? Thank uuuuu đŤśđť
Sing your heart out because he ripped your heart out! Lando Norris x Singer! Reader
Plot: You are a famous singer who was in a pretty toxic relationship and have been single and 'off the grid' for 2 years since your breakup. You come back online dropping a new album that gets people stirred from the tea but the tease at your new relationship.
"Today here on Off Camera with me Sam Jones we have Y/N Y/L/N here to talk about everything, from her new albums and songs, to her hiatus, to her sightings, to her relationships" he smiles looking over at you.
"Thank you for having me, it feels great being back and you know talking and meeting new people and I've always wanted to be on a podcast like this so I'm very excited!" you smile and get comfier into the nice seats you guys are in.
"So i think we've got to ask how are you feeling after your time away from the media?"
"So refreshed it was really healing to take myself away from everything. I think a lot of things were being said about me when I first deactivated everything. A lot of them being outright lies, and you know I didn't want to be aware of what people were saying... naturally" you starts and he nods for you to continue.
"But everyday I'd have my friends coming to me saying... have you seen what Taylor Swift has tweeted about you, have you seen what Beyonce and RiRi said. And I'd be like no and I don't even want to know. But when she showed me the love I was getting from all of these amazing people I've worked and collabed with over the years, movie stars who I've walked red carpets with and been in cameos of their movies, models who I've walked runways with all sticking up for me saying how they couldn't imagine anything said about my relationship to be true" you explain and he nods again.
"Yeah, it was actually really moving seeing all these people coming together for you in support! I think even after what certain people said about you the large majority had your back..." he admits to you.
"Yeah, I mean i have some great friends in the industry that you know would message me and always check up on me, so its nice to know that I have people in my corner, after everything that happened!"
"Yeah of course, and I think your new album really shows your raw emotions and I think a lot of people have easily related. So lets go through the album, we have Vicious, which talks about obviously Y/E/B and the emotional scars he's left on you. One of my personal faves is 'bet u wanna' where you talk about being mistreated in relationship and calling it off only for them to want you back. Nonsense which obviously has made your fans go stir crazy- wondering whose got you feeling this way. Bad for Business which obviously has a similar tune to Nonsense in whoever you are talking about, and may i just say people will listen to the happy songs because they are incredible! But talk us through the creative process and how your time away released all of these on the album and more!"
"I think, when you go through something like i did. Where you don't necessarily see and end you have these raw emotions that just tend to write themselves on the paper. I had many nights where I'd be sat in the studio hair pulled back, a massive slice of Pizza on my left and a bottle of water on the other and it would honestly just write itself. There were some nights where I'd just cry and sit there. I think things really sped up when I met my current partner" you blush, thinking how much that silly vroom vroom man had helped you.
"Who is he, and how did he help, how did you both meet if you can tell us!" he asks leaning back a little.
"Well, I'm currently dating F1 driver Lando Norris which when this podcast airs and sure will be a shock to everyone. We met when I was in a really weird patch. I think it had been about 8 months I want to say of being single and dealing through my grief and not really knowing what to do with myself. My ex of 5 years was now dating and having a child with the girl he cheated on me with, and honestly I was a mess. My dad decided to take me to a race, it was the one in Austin, we had paddock passes and that's where I met him" you grin thinking back to the day.
*Flashback*
You were at the Circuit of the Americas for race weekend, you were tucked behind your dad who had found some mechanics he was animatedly talking too. Your dad always had a real love for cars, and when you'd made it as a musician you brought him and your mother a larger house with a big garage for a car collection you'd help him grow.
"Damn you've got loads man. How's your girl affording all of this?" the mechanic asks not having seen you as you were wearing both sunglasses and a Ferrari cap.
"I have a ... lucrative job" you croak out a little, if you were being honest with yourself this was probably the first interaction you'd had with a stranger in months, even just any human at that as your contact had been very limited over the past 8 months even to friends and family.
"Ahhh, so what's your fav car in the collection Mr Y/L/N?" the mechanic asks, and some nods from his pals also tells you guys that their interested.
"Oo that's hard it's got to be a toss up between my Mclaren 650S, the Ferrari F8 Spider, or my Rolls Royce Ghost" your father admits trying to think to his collection.
"Not the Porsche?" knowing you'd got that for him for his 50th.
"Mmmmm I forgot about the Porsche" he admits with a chuckle. The mechanics just all looked very shocked at the sheer amount of cars your dad has in his collection.
"Give me a second, I want to see if I can get you guys a garage pass upgrade. I bet you'll want to check out the car's yeah?" he asks making your dad nod very quickly.
You pull your glasses off to give them a wipe as the heat was making them fog up a little and the mechanic gasps, you cock your head realizing he's recognized you.
He scurries of, running back to the Aston Martin garage, he tells all of his friends but says to keep it quiet as he could tell you'd been going through it. Aston Martin didn't have any passes left, so he went to the other garages begging to give you a pass.
"Who did you say was here?" Lando had asked from beside his team mate Daniel Ricciardo.
"Y/N Y/L/N but don't make it public knowledge she's clearly just here to watch the race with her car enthusiast dad. Who did you know owns over 10 super cars that Y/N has brought for him, he was telling me all about his Ferrari" the mechanic starts to ramble before Lando gets him to stop.
"Take me to her, and I'll give her the pass" Lando had offered, wanting to meet you, it wasn't uncommon knowledge that he liked both you and Taylor Swift and had even DJed some of your 'nightcore' remixes.
"Okay! Okay come with me" the young mechanic said, darting of making Lando run after him asking him to slow down a little.
"Hello, this is a Mclaren Driver he's ..." the mechanic starts before you offer him a small small.
"I know who he is Dean, thank you for introducing us" you smile, and he grins at you. You and your father get handed the passes and your walking back to Mclaren at Lando's side.
He was attractive and most certainly your type. He had that goofiness about him that had you laughing for what felt like the first time in 3 years. Yet a seriousness and passion for his sport when talking to you and your dad about the car he was more than happy to show off to you.
"So you'll only be cheering for me right?" Lando flirts as your dad introduced himself to Daniel Ricciardo and Zac Brown.
"I think that depends Mr Norris, are you going to give me a cheer worthy race?" you question looking up him. His face lights up and a big grin comes onto his face.
"Always, you'll see the Papaya on a podium today I'm sure of it!" he offers and you smirk.
"You get that podium and I'll take you out afterwards"
"On like a date?" he asks a little cautious with his tone.
"Yes a date" you nod and his face lights up.
"Yeah alright, your on" he smirks, he turns away to get ready for his race, but turns back placing a cheeky kiss on your cheek making it your turn to blush.
True to his word, Lando came second on Sunday. You took him out on your guy's first date and the rest is history.
*Back to the podcast*
"Wow, that really is such a beautiful story. And from how you talk about him we can tell that you are really happy" he smiles genuinely.
"I don't think I've ever felt so secure with a person. I think it's safe to say I've found my person. I went through a lot with Y/E/B and Lando has helped me overcome a lot of the trauma from that relationship, and I cannot thank him enough for how patient, caring and loving he has been for the past year" you smile, before turning your gaze to the side to look at a teary Lando who had come to the podcast with you, you were scared and didn't want to go alone.
"Well I think it's safe to say we are all so happy you are back, thriving making music and doing what you do best!" he smiles.
After that your asked a few more questions which you happily talk through and answer, before it's wrapped up and time to leave.
"How was that baby?" he asks knowing this was your first media thing to help ease you back into that 'lime-light' life.
"It felt good to just vent, and talk about everything" you smiled at him. It was truly healing for your soul.
"I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you for today!" he grins at you, pulling you in for a kiss. He holds you close, while another hand travels up to caress the side of your face.
"I love you most, which is why I need you to help me announce the 2023 tour... and my new album!" you grin, and he grins back.
"What are they called?" he mumbles into your neck that he'd found retirement in.
"The Grid!" you grin, Lando didn't know but you planned your next tour for 2023 around the 2023 races.
"Hmmm and what does that entail" he smirks.
"Well, I'll get to come to every race weekend with you this year, my tour is roughly going to follow the races. I'll venture out as well when you have breaks and stuff but I don't want to be away from you for too long, and I want to get back on the scene. I'm ready!" you admit and he smiles at you softly before lifting you up into a huge bear hug.
"Did i mention how much I love you?" he asks.
"Every day Lan, every day" you smile at him, pulling him in for another bruising kiss.
It was safe to say, that even though you'd been treated like shit in the past, Lando Norris was the love of your life. Your soulmate that held the other end of the invisible string that had kept tugging you both closer together.
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social media au // carlos sainz jr. x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - hello!! i can't stop making these lmfao but fr these are so fun to write, i love them!! i really hope u like this, thank you for reading <3 i think, emphasis on think, that i will be able to post a pierre gasly social media au tonight along with part i of a max verstappen one so yeah, keep an eye out. i love you, hope you're okay <3
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summary: jess moves back to stars hollow to open a new branch of truncheon books in his hometown, and tries not to murder the girl living in the apartment above him and the town enjoys watching another grumpy business owner fall in love with a bubbly inn manager. TW: none note: in love with him and not even in a funny way, i need a jess
âAre you sure this is the place you want?â Andrew asked for what felt like the millionth time. The bookstore owner gave the 25-year-old a nervous stare as he signed the last few papers.
âYes, Andrew, for the millionth time, this is the place.â Jess sighed, he couldnât blame the man for his hesitance, he hadnât exactly left a good impression on the people of Stars Hollow while living there.
Out of all the places heâd imagined settling down, Stars Hollow, Connecticut was incredibly low on the list.Â
But he couldnât deny the fact that it was a good commerce town, people passed through on business or on their way to Hartford all the time. So when his friends asked him where they should open a new branch of their bookstore, it was the first place he thought of.
Once all the paperwork was finished, Jess had spent the week driving back-and-forth from Philadelphia to Stars Hollow and everything was finally done.Â
Andrew took papers, âOkay, Iâll get these to Kirkââ He moved to grab his bagsâ âHave you met Y/N yet?â
Jess shook his head, Y/N the mysterious person that lived in the apartment above the bookstore, âNope, havenât run into her yet.â Andrew nodded, âWell, I better get going.â
Once the older man had left, Jess turned to the bookstore. There were cardboard boxes everywhere, and all the bookshelves had been emptied along with the walls, where the hanging bookshelves had made place for paintings.
Jess started to unload the first box of books when Luke walked in, with you tailing behind him.
âOh come on, donât lie,â You insisted, âIt is so a different brand.â
The older man sighed, maneuvering his way through the mounds of boxes. âY/N, for the last time: Iâve been using the same brand of coffee for the past twenty years.â
You crossed your arms, âLiar, I know you did something different with it.â
âWell fine, you got me, I put drugs in yours hoping they would shut you up,â Luke deadpanned, handing Jess a paper bag, âHereâs your lunch.â
You turned to him as well, âOh, you must be Jess!â You exclaimed excitedly, âIâm Y/N, I live upstairs.â
You stretched out your hand for him to shake. Jess stared at you, it was 9 in the morning, how were you so upbeat already?
âThis is the part where you take my hand and tell me itâs nice to meet me,â You whisper jokingly. âJess Mariano,â He replied, shaking your hand as you give him a bright smile.
âDonât you have places to be?â Luke questioned, staring at you. You raise an eyebrow at him, âWhatâre you talking about?â
The older man sighed exasperatedly, âThe Inn.â Your E/C went wide in realisation, âMichelâs going to kill me!â
Without another word, you ran towards the door, almost tripping over a box of paintings on your way out, âSorry!â You excused, and quite frankly Jess wasnât sure if you were talking to the box or him.
âWow,â He breathed as he watched you made your way down the street, only to stop halfway to pet Babetteâs cat before resuming your run.
Luke nodded, a small smile on his face, âYeah, that girlâs a storm with skin,â He replied, âSo, you need any help with these boxes?â
Jess groaned as Voulez-Vous played loudly upstairs. He couldnât say anything about it yet, though, per Stars Hollow rules you were allowed to play music as loud as you wanted to until 10 PM.
When Toxic started playing he had enough. He made his way up the creaky stairs. Youâd left your door open, and Jess took it as a sign to go inside.Â
You were standing on your couch, singing along to the song, using your spatula as a mic. Jess watched you jump off and spin around, before finally coming to a halt in front of him.
âOh, Jess, hi!â You grinned, not even slightly flustered, âCan I help you?âÂ
âYes, you can, by turning that god awful music down.â
Your eyes went wide, âShit, is it ten already?â He shook his head, âNo, you just have bad taste in music.â
You laughed, âRight, youâre the kind of guy that listens exclusively to Metallica and Iron Maiden,â You teased, âHey, Iâm making cookies, you want some? Theyâre almost done.â
âWhat I want is for you to turn down the music,â He deadpanned, arms crossed over his chest. You shrugged, ââKay, Roommate.â You reached for the stereo and turned down the music.
âAre you my roommate, âcause youâre not the landlord, you rent the place too, but you donât sleep hereâ or your not supposed to, Iâve seen you sleeping on the couchâ but your not my neighbour either,â You rambled, smiling at him.
âJust keep the music down,â He grumbled, âAnd if you have to play it at max volume, play some decent music.â
An hour after your little encounter, you came skipping down the steps, a plate of cookies in hand. âYou never told me whether you wanted the cookies or not,â You said, putting the plate down, âSo I brought them anyway.â
The black-haired man stared between the plate of cookies and your bright smile in confusion. Finally he rolled his chair away from the desk and grabbed something out of the drawer near him.
âHere,â He said, handing you a CD heâd burned himself, âSome acceptable music I think youâd like.â
You inspected the plastic case and grinned, âThank you.â With one last sunbeam of a smile you turned around and practically skipped up the steps to you apartement.
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