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I used google translate for the text please don't come for me @ninadove (you're the only french person I know)
As literally no one asked for...I present to you my fem!adrien
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Moonstruck
jason todd x reader
aka sober thoughts and all that
warnings: intoxication
Jason has a thing about drinking around you. Heâd kind of skirted around it for a while when you were first dating, but after a while youâd noticed he never really has more than a drink or two regardless of how much you had. The only times you ever see him drink more is when heâs downing whiskey as a pain mitigater when he needs stitches. Youâd initially assumed he just wasnât a big drinker, but eventually youâd come to realize it was more of a matter of not wanting to lose his inhibitions around you.Â
You know heâs still working on trusting himself, even sober, because heâs terrified of accidentally hurting you. But you have a hard time imagining him losing control like that in any state and youâre nearly certain heâs just being hard on himself.
Youâve been falling in and out of less than peaceful sleep for the past few hours, having trouble easing yourself while your boyfriend is still out. You at least attempted to get to bed earlier tonight because for once he isnât out fighting crime and risking injury, though you havenât found much more luck than usual.Â
You lie on your back, half ready to give up and turn on a movie while you wait.
Youâre momentarily startled to hear Dick bellow out your name, no regard for the fact that itâs nearing three in the morning and you have neighbors. Heâs not much of a shouter so youâre instantly on alert, worried that he or Jason are hurt.
You fumble out of bed and rush to the living room, surprised to find your fire escape empty. You turn, proceeding towards the front door, opening it cautiously.Â
âDick? Whatââ You donât need to finish your question because the second you take one good look at the two of them, the state of them is immediately clear. Dick, whoâs barely standing upright on his own, supports your boyfriend's weight via Jasonâs arm slinged around his shoulder.
âHey!â Dick grins at you, far more lively than he has any business being this late at night. âSorry, couldnât remember which apartment was yours.â
You nod pensively, âWell the perspectiveâs different than when youâre coming in through the window.â
He continues on past that without thought, âIâve come to deliver,â he says, gesturing up to Jason with a bit of a strain. Youâre pretty sure there were supposed to be a couple more words at the end of that sentence but you understand well enough anyway.
You nod, eyebrows raised and try to hide a smile. âThanks, Dick.â He shifts your boyfriend off of his shoulder to lean him up against the door frame, where Jason places a majority of his weight.
You eye him warily, not confident in his steadiness. He seems to hold well enough against the heavy door though, his eyes drifting around the tiled floor. Your attention shifts to Dick, whoâs clearly satisfied with a job well done and ready to go.
You tilt your head, seeing him turn away. âYou good?â
âIâm great!â He calls out with a thumbs up. You watch as he staggers away, nearly missing the exit.
You look back over at Jason, whoâs already staring at you with a soft gaze. âYouâre pretty,â he fawns, irises blown out and flickering all over your face.
âOh youâre drunk drunk.â You grin, watching him stumble forward a bit.
He shakes his head, looking a bit dizzy after, âShoulda seen Tim.â
You pause mid laugh, ââŠWho drove you here?â
He falters at that, gaze falling to the floor. âUhâŠâ He winces, âDamianâŠâ
You nod slowly, eyes wide, âWeâre gonna talk about that tomorrow.â
âHeâs better than youâd think.â Youâd hope so.Â
Well, at least heâs spending time with his brothers.
You sigh, straightening your posture in preparation for the job to come. âAlright, come on big guy,â you pull him up from his slant against the wall, hauling him into the same position heâd been in with Dickâthough youâre struggling significantly more to hold him upright. âYou gotta help me out here, Jay,â you grunt, trying very hard not to fold under his weight. You swat the door shut behind you, making peace with the fact that heâll scold you in the morning for not locking it.
He presses an uncoordinated kiss to the side of your head as you try to shuffle him along, not interested in the least in easing your labor. His self discipline isn't quite gone, but his awareness of how big he is sure seems to be.Â
You wobble from the heavy weight of his arm around your shoulders, holding onto him by his waist. You manage to get him to sidestep your cat, narrowly, though Salem hisses at him all the same. Jason takes no notice. You stumble into your bedroom with only about 30% of his usual balance aiding your effort.
He collapses onto the bed the second his legs hit the frame, pulling you down with him. You lie, somewhat awkwardly, on his chest as he holds you tightâprobably tighter than he would if he were sober. It feels nice though.
You lie your cheek flat on his chest, relaxing against him. âWhatâd you guys do? Thought you were just having an easy night.â
He takes a deep breath before answering, âRaided Dickâs liquor cââ he stops, mulling over his words. â...Bruceâs liquor that was in Dickâs cabinet.â He annunciates every word in that sentence very carefully.
You squint speculatively, âDidnât take Dick for the stealing type.â
He grumbles, âHeâs not. âLess itâs Bruce.â
You canât help the smile that breaks out on your face, âAw, you really do take after your big brother, donât you?âÂ
He scoffs at that, âI donât. Iâm the one who gave him the idea.â Yeah, that sounds right.
He taps on your cheek lightly and you pick your head up to find him looking at you with puppy dog eyes.
âWhatâs that look for?â
âCan I kiss you?â his eyes drop down to your lips, âI really wanna kiss you.â Heâs nearly whispering and you feel your heart skip several beats at the feeling of his eyes on you like this.
You press a light kiss to his lips and he practically purrs. Â
You pull back, admiring the serene expression on his face. âYou taste like whiskey.â
âI like whiskey,â he says honestly.
You smile, nodding. âI know. Donât know why, but..â
He leans in for another kiss but you parry, only letting his lips meet your cheek. He frowns grimly, attempting to chase your lips.Â
âLemme kiss you,â the pout on his face is adorable and while you hesitate to deny him, you retreat, resting your chin on his chest.
You smile wistfully, tracing his cheekbone, âYouâre drunk, baby.â
ââM not that drunk,â he tells you, though everything about him says otherwise.
Your hand falls flat on his shoulder. âYour eleven year old brother drove you here.â
He shrugs, âHe can drive the batâŠbatcar? BatâŠâ
âBatmobile,â you finish.
âThe batmobile.â he nods, as if he was seconds away from remembering. You suspect he wasnât.Â
âBruce lets him drive it?â you question, wholly disbelieving.
âNo.â
Enough said.
âYouâre gonna be hungover as hell in the morning,â you mumble, taking in his uninhibited demeanor.
He nods that off, ââS okay. Youâll be here, right?â
You tilt your head, observing him chalantly. âWhere else would I go?â
His arms snake tighter around you at that, giving you a little squeeze before relenting.Â
âI wanna marry you,â he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it neatly behind your ear.Â
You blink rapidly a few times, âWhat?â You push yourself up on his chest, sitting up on his abdomen.
âWanna marry you.â He repeats, eyes lidded as he breathes easy under you. âYouâre mâfavorite personâŠwant you tâbe my wife.â
Your breath gets caught in your throat. â..You want me to be your wife?â
His lips are slightly parted and his pupils are wide as he stares up at you, taking in your features carefully. ââCourse I do.â He brings his fingers up to your cheek, touching you softly with all the wonderment of a little kid. âYouâre so pretty.â
Youâre quick to return, âSo are you.â Especially right now.
He shuts his eyes momentarily, shaking his head morosely, âYou gotta stop beinâ so nice tâme,â he lets his hand fall to rest on your thigh. âDonât deserve it.â
âShut up,â you lour, âYou deserve it more than anybody.â
âNo. Not more than you,â his hands knead at your thighs like itâs an instinct. âYou deserve everything.â He closes his eyes, tilting his chin up as his head sinks further back into the pillow. âThink Iâd do anything you wanted.â
âJayââ
He continues on, âWant you tâbe happy. Wanna make you happy.â
Your face falls into an expression of dazed awe, âYou do make me happy.â
He dwindles at that, âNo, really happy. Take care of you. Build you a house, give you babies. Whaâever you want.â
He paws at your thighs, trying to get you to come closer again to him. You lay back down on top of him and his hand instantly buries itself in your hair, stroking softly. âYouâre justâŠyouâre so perfectâŠâ He turns his head to mumble against your forehead, âFeel like I dreamed you, sometimes.â
You breathe deeply against the crook of his neck, eyes feeling glassy. âI love you.â Itâs all you can get out, and itâs not enough, but itâs all of it.Â
âI love you,â he says like heâs trying to turn it into gospel. âSo much. I love you so much, so fuckinâ much.â His words start to get lost in his weary babbling.
Your chest feels full and you can distinctly feel every beat of your heart against it. Or maybe itâs Jasonâs heart. But whatâs the difference?
You press a tender kiss to the nape of his neck. âYouâre really sweet when youâre drunk, you know that?â
He hums lowly, head lulling against yours.
You still for a second, finding his breathing has slowed and his hand has seized its movement in your hair. His soft breaths fill the air as you press a kiss to his collarbone before settling in completely. âYouâre gonna love when I tell you about this in the morning,â you whisper, letting your eyes shut too.
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Bakugou Katsuki
⥠TW: boyfriend Katsuki's strange guilty pleasure, harassment, nasty online comments, noncon ideations, online pervs
⥠FEM reader
âIâm borrowing your laptop, Kats!â you call.Â
Heâs in the bath, so youâre not sure he heard you, but also, you donât think itâs any big deal. Youâve been a couple for years now, and living together has only brought you closer. Besides, itâs not as if youâre going to snoop or anythingâyouâre just going to check something real quick while you charge yours.
You rethink it when you have to write in his password. Maybe it would be better to just wait for your own machine to get readyâitâs not as if youâre in a hurry or anything. But then again, at the same time, it doesnât hurt to give it your best guess.
Right on the first tryâyour name and birthday. Though you appreciate the gesture, he really should see into getting something stronger than that. The information he is privy to through his work is quite sensitive, after all.
But anyway. Onto the task at hand. You click into the browser. Itâs already got some tabs open.Â
You donât mean to let your eyes wander, but it just canât be helped. Katsuki sits before this thing, sometimes for hours during the day. Of course, most of it is surely work-related, writing incident rapports and profiles and the like. But this page right here⊠you donât know⊠something about it seems strange.
âSome type of forumâŠâ you mutter to no one but yourself. Katsuki had never struck you as the type to neither read nor partake in other peopleâs banter. Again, youâd promised yourself you werenât going to pry, but it only takes a few seconds to read the commentsâitâs over before you can stop yourself.
I bet sheâs a squealer, like a really cute squealer
I wanna tie her up in an abandoned building somewhere no one will hear her scream
Same, but not on the bed though, on the floor and take her like a bitch
Iâm sure dynamight fucks her every day, i know i would!Â
Dynamightâs such a lucky guy I hate him
You blink reading through the commentsâcompletely having forgotten what you were doing in the first place. Who are these people? What are these comments about? You keep scrolling, eyebrows knit, and then you see itâyour name.Â
She looks like the type of girl that lets her man fuck her anywhere he wants whenever he wants
Iâd literally kill for an hour of having her alone. And Iâd make good use of that hour. Make her dump that blond asshat to be with me.
If she were my girlfriend, Iâd keep her leashed to the bed with a collar. Canât have other guys looking at her when sheâs mine.
Iâd only feed her cum. Trust me, she wouldnât go hungry.
Youâre eyes are fully wide now. Are all these chats about you? Whatâs Katsuki doing in a place like this? Reading all these sick comments as if he isnât your boyfriend.
âHey!â A shout knocks you out of your tranceâand startles you enough that it very nearly even knocked you off balance.
âWhatâre you doinâ on my computer?â he asks in accusation while taking hurried and thundering steps toward youâstill wet from his shower, wearing nothing but a white towel around his lower half.
âUh,â you struggle to find your voice, heart hammering in your chest, head spinningâfeeling both caught red-handed and the exact opposite. âUhm, nothingâI justââ
He rips the laptop off the desk, angry eyes staring at the screenâthen quickly going round.
His face pales. You can practically see the goosebumps as they rise in a rush across his skin.Â
He swallows thickly, jaw-lockedâdoesnât even dare look at you as he asks the question, âDid you read?â
You almost consider saying no but decide against it. This wasnât something you could just ignore. No, you needed an explanation. Who knows? It might be completely innocent.
âSome of itâŠâ you confess.
He shudders, and then he places the laptop down again, slowly, soundless. He rests his hands on the table and leans his weight on them, head bowed, voice small.
âI just⊠I⊠Itâs, wellâŠâ He scratches the back of his neck, looking for the words.
Youâve never seen him like this before. Katsuki is nervous. But you suppose itâs for good reason.
âItâs not what you think, okay?â he declares, finally looking at you.Â
His face is something unfamiliarâriddled with this guilty anxiety youâve never pictured beforeâfrazzled. Itâs completely odd.
âOkay,â you say calmly. You donât know if youâre angry or not yet. You know you probably should be, but the look on the manâs face is making you feel sorry for him.
âI donât agree with any of this,â he insists, gesturing to the laptop.Â
âWell, yeah, I sure hope so,â you say, although the question still remains, âBut why are you on there then?â
âItâŠâ Heâs blushingâprofuselyâbright vermillion-tipped ears and apple-red cheeks. He looks away again. âI donât knowâŠâ
I donât know is an excuse youâve never heard come out of his mouth. In fact, excuse or not, itâs a phrase you didnât think him capable of. But look at him now, using it the same childish way a kid would after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
âYou better not lie to me, Katsuki Bakugouâor I know someone whoâs sleeping on the couch,â you finally find your strict tone. Heâs crazy if he thinks this is something youâll just forget about.
He sighs and then he falls into his desk chair, back hunched, hiding his face, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you close, nuzzling his head against you, mumbling under his breath, âItâs sick, and it makes me sickâŠâ
You wait, giving him the time to figure it out.
âBut itâŠâ he continues. You feel his hands tremble just a bit before he confesses, âIt makes me feel good.â
Youâre not sure you understand, and so you ask for clarification, âWhat makes you feel good?â
He sighs again, and this time, his voice comes out dark and lusty, leaving no room for confusion, âTo know that I have something everybody else wants.â
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picture you
pairing: zayne x fem! reader wc: 806 cw: zayne masturbates at the thought of you, many thoughts of you a/n: this was inspo from chappell roan's song picture you and the new zayne card that comes out in 5 hours for me (â„ïčâ„) and also i read somewhere on twitter that ears can be found as erogenous so thats how this fic came to life! also i think abt this card so often its getting unhealthy but anyways i hope you all enjoy reading! (à·Ëá”Ëà·)⥠any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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shameless. how could he be so absolutely shameless.
zayne the man who always had everything under control. zayne who rarely ever touched himself. the man who never had time for such a release.
he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, his room was dim and quiet. his hair tousled from repeatedly running his fingers through it. heâs tried to distract himself, key word try. but nothing worked. you were everywhere. the thoughts of you plagued his mind and body.
you already left a couple minutes ago but the thought of you lingered in his mind. the way you teasingly tugged at his ear, your fingers gently massaging behind it, leaving him flustered on the spot.
was it that easy? a single touch to feel a rush coursing lower in him. luckily he managed to dodge your next attempt but just that touch alone replays in his mind.
the dull ache crept between his thighs as he tried his hardest to let the feeling pass before it spread across his body. he struggled to fight the urge to move his hand down to feel himself. but it wouldnât hurt even if it was just through his clothes or even squirm a little. it would go away eventually, right?
he tried fighting back these images of you but the more he fights it, the thoughts of you replay again and again and further deeper into this spiral of dirty fantasies in his mind. he wondered if he kept you awake and made you press your pretty thighs together to ignore this shameless feeling. Zayne couldnât help but let out a soft groan at the thought of you touching yourself.
he clenches his eyes shut, his control slowly slipping away. he felt himself grow harder on how good it must feel to have your hands tease him instead of his own. how erect your nipples must be before he latches his hands and mouth onto them.
he felt himself grow harder, his underwear constricting him painfully as his mind continues to think of you softly moaning in his ears as he trails kisses down your neck while he pumps his fingers into you.
one time. this will only be one time.
he defeatedly slips down his pants, his dick straining hard against his boxers. he tugs it down quickly, his cock already leaking and throbbing, crying to get a release.
he closes his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips as his thumb drags over his leaking slit before he slowly stroked himself. he drags his fist up and down his shaft thinking of how good it must feel to be inside of you. how your walls would welcome him so perfectly. oh, how so beautiful you must look bouncing up and down on his cock while he keeps his hands placed on your hips.
the thought of your pussy clenching around him and how you would breathlessly moan his name made his hips buck, his pace coming faster, more satisfying. probably not as satisfying with him inside you.
his eyebrows furrow, heâs close. his hand focuses on his swollen tip as he pumps faster and faster. he imagines how your walls would spasm around him, him filling you up til the point it was dripping down your thigh.
low grunts escape his mouth as his fist squeezes his cock tighter, his biceps flexing as he increases his pace. how he wished to hear your sweet sounds and how they would be music to his ears, knowing it was making you feel good.
he was so close that filthy sounds were escaping his mouth. âf-fuck-,â he groans through his tensed jaw, words he never thought would leave his lips so easily.
he thought of the way your walls fluttered around him and how your eyes would rock back into your head as you came on his cock for who knows what round it was in his head. how he would hold you so gently while planting lovingly kisses all over you and tell you how you did so well.
hot cum spurts out of his cock, running down his hand as he continues to stroke himself through his orgasm. his pace would eventually slow down, his hand and cock painted white. he breathed in deeply realizing the mess he made, all because of you.
he sighs, momentarily staying in his bed. his mind still hazy from all the flurry of scenarios that flashed through his thoughts as he touched himself. just as he was about to sit up and tidy up the mess he made, his phone lit up. he peeks over and sees the familiar contact photo on the notification, the girl who was on his mind.
(y/n)â
: zayne i think i left a couple music sheets there. im on my way back i hope that's alright Ëá”Ë
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Not to be the little gremlin obsessed with Chappell Roan BUT⊠reader thinking Logan is too cool to want a proper relationship with them, so when things get physical they insist things are just âcasualâ in order to protect themselves from getting hurt. But secretly youâre in love with each other, so honestly, neither of you want things to be casual at all⊠(mutual pining my beloved) please & thank you!! Love you!
ahh hi hi avo I LOVE this song, and this request, and you - I could so see this being a situation that Logan and reader find themselves in. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it! (I added a couple winks to the lyrics as well.) đ thank you so much for sending this to me!!!
casual | variant!logan howlett x f!reader
1.2k | posessive!logan, fwb(???), use of alcohol, mutual pining, references to oral sex and PiV.
It doesnât matter that your heart flips when you look at him. Itâs Logan. Itâs just casual.
It certainly feels like a dream, watching your worlds collide.
The heft of Loganâs palm fitting into your friends as he shakes their hand - the five of you squeezed into your usual booth in the corner of the bar.
Youâd say the past couple weeks had seemed that way, as well. A late-night dose of bravery spiraling into something so raw and intense and real, that you feel like you could choke on it.
Even now, thereâs heat in your cheeks as your eyes flick his way. Something stirring in your chest at the way his other arm slings across the back of the booth almost possessively.
But like all dreams, there comes a moment where you have to wake up.
Because you know itâs not.
Because you know your feelings arenât requited. How could they be, when itâs Logan youâre talking about?
A legend.
A lone wolf.
Someone important, someone whose name carries a weight. Who saved the world, from what Wade tells you.
And youâre - you.
So even if you know what he looks like beneath that flannel, know what his mouth feels like when it presses against yours - what he sounds like, when he comes - you know that this is nothing.
Itâs casual. A distraction, for both of you.
And if thatâs how it has to be, then youâll do your best to show him youâre cool with it.
You just hadnât expected this moment to come so soon. It had been a genuine offer, your âyou wanna come with?â when the hour rolled around for your weekly trivia night.
Not thinking his head would cock to the side. The look heâd give you - that arched brow, as his fingers splayed out across your bare hip. Still crowded together on your couch, sweat-dewed.
The âsure, sweetheartâ that slipped out.
And now youâre introducing him as your friend - that quick history youâve perfected - rattling off the âyou know, Wade from workâs roommateâ even though Wade didnât work at the dealership anymore.
He had made enough of an impression that none of your friends had forgotten.
And you ignore the bitter jolt in your stomach, when all Logan does is hum.
You think you must have assumed right.
He doesnât correct you.
Logan quickly solidifies himself as an asset to the team. He gets a lot of the history questions that youâve always struggled with. A shy quirk of his lips when your friends cheer, and you get swept along with it.
His hand ending up on your thigh along the way. Squeezing, when you chime in. Almost as if forgetting - itâs easy to, when youâre having fun like this.
A low rasp in your ear, when the host takes a break.
âLemme get you another.â
You can only nod, as he eases out - taking your glass with him.
It only takes a second, before MJâs hand slaps down on yours.
âThatâs Logan?â She hisses - leaning forward, âThe one who-â
âYes.â You cut her off, ignoring the sideways glance her boyfriend gives you.
You never should have told her about that.
Had a hard enough time climbing into your car without thinking about it, yourself - the way he had man-handled you in the passenger seat. Thighs thrown over broad shoulders.
Fingers twined in his hair, as he made you moan in the dark parking garage. Too eager to make it up to your apartment.
She frowns, the words petering out, âBut I thought-â
Your teeth worry at your lower lip.
âYeah. Me too.â You sigh.
MJ knows how much you like him.
Really like him - butterflies, and everything. How itâs been years since you felt this way - slipping from you during that rushed phone call at 6 am the morning after your first night together.
Her eyebrows raise, and itâs a look you know well.
âItâs, you know.â Your hand waves, âItâs casual. Itâs-â
Itâs easier, this way.
Maybe if you keep repeating it, it wonât hurt as much when he moves on.
The look she shoots you is one of pity, just as a drink is set down in front of you.
Your teeth clicking against each other as the words are swallowed. Forcing a smile as Logan slips back in the booth next to you.
The next round starts a moment after, and itâs a welcome reprieve.
You miss the way his eyes narrow, as yours fix firmly on scorecard in front of you.
But you donât miss the way his hands stay folded on top of the table, for the rest of the night.
You suppose he must have remembered where he was.
âYou wanna come up?â
He lingers outside your apartment door, hands jammed into his pockets. That look from the bar is back - all dark, narrowed eyes.
A low sound in his throat, close to a scoff.
âThat what you want, sweetheart?â
Your eyebrows raise, âWell, yeah. I mean-, thatâs what we usually do, right?â
Heâs spent just about every night at your apartment. His things still scattered across your room. A leather jacket slung across the chair thatâs tucked against your vanity.
Loganâs lips twist at the edges, eyes dropping.
âSuppose we do.â Those hands slip from his pocket, crossing over his chest, âBack when I thought we knew what we were doing. But nowâŠâ
His head shakes. A tick in his jaw.
Your stomach drops.
âWhat do you mean?â
Logan huffs, âThe bar, baby. Is that how you really feel?â
A step closer, until heâs caging you in. Voice dropping, rough and low - near gritted out.
âDoes this,â His fingers flick between your chest and his, âfeel casual to you?â
Your heartbeat gallops behind your ribs.
âI thought-,â You manage, âThought thatâs what you wanted.â
Heâs too close, now. The dip of his head, those eyes burning in their shades of brown and gold.
âNow, why would you think that?â
You swallow, âBecause youâre you, and Iâm-â
âYouâre?â He prompts, but you go silent.
A sigh, when your head dips.
Unable to say it out loud.
âDriving me crazy all night, you know that?â He rasps, âGiving me those looks. Calling me your friend, when we both know your mouth was around my cock this morning.â
A low rumble in his throat, âWhen I still taste like you.â
Your breath hitches, as his hand thumbs at your jaw, tilting it up.
âLemme ask you again.â His mouth is close enough now to ghost against yours, âIs that how you really feel?â
Your head shakes.
âWanna be yours.â
Itâs breathed out, just as he kisses you.
His body pressing flush, as your hands twine around his neck. A palm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he deepens it.
Desire thrumming to life inside you, washing out the dregs of insecurity that youâve been carrying this whole time. Melting them away completely with the hungry sweep of his tongue, the way he swallows your soft moan.
Thereâs a flash of white when he finally leans back, with the curve of his lips.
âGood.â
His hand closes around the knob. A rough twist, as his another arm wraps around your waist.
Walking you backwards, into the dark.
âThen let me show you exactly how I feel.â
thank you so much, again!! đ
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the perfect pair || masky
You had spent countless missions with Masky. The Operator liked the way you both worked together. He was the buff you were the brains. You had spent dozens upon dozens of late nights smoking cigarettes with the brunette, talking and unwinding. You had slept beside him for countless hours in beat up motels with questionable staff and customers. Yet there was only one thing you couldnât get used to, one thing you couldnât get enough of. And that was the way his cock felt when he abused your cervix. Masky was anything but gentle, this habit not faltering when it came to fucking you into the mattress.
âYou have no idea how hot you looked robbing that loser, fuck,â He groaned. One of his large hands had your wrist pinned behind your back, the other digging into your waist so hard you were promised with bruises in the morning. You whimpered in response, his thrust feral as he fucked you. âYouâre the best part of what we do. You and this tight little cunt,â Masky snarled. He released your waist, shoving your face into the mattress. You were struggling to breathe, gasping as his hips snapped into yours. His filthy words were only making you milk him tighter, his cock twitching in delight with every sensation you provided him. Your moans were muffled by the sheets, the smell of cigarettes and sex clouding the room. A cigarette hung lazily from his lips, the brunette deeply inhaling. He untangled his hand from your hair, grabbing the cigarette. He brought its burning end to your shoulder, ashing it out on your exposed skin. You cried in pain, his thrust continuing throughout. The pain began to mix with pleasure, the kind only Masky could provide you. âThere we go princess, nice and marked up,â He chuckled darkly. You could feel your skin sizzling as he tossed the cigarette aside lazily.
Masky glanced at the old alarm clock, gritting his teeth. He wanted to fuck you for as long as possible, but he knew you both had to start heading back to the mansion in a couple of hours. He roughly wedged his hand into your cunt, drawing fast circles on your clit. âNeed you to cum for me princess. Needa cum inside of you,â Masky grunted. A perk of being proxy, one that Masky took explicit advantage of, was your inability to get pregnant. The idea of breeding you drove him wild and there was no risk of any accidents. You whined as he roughly assaulted your clit, releasing your pinned wrist. You cried out his name as you came, your body shaking and thighs trembling as you released on his cock. âFucking, shit, fuck,â Masky panted, thrusting inside of you one final time. You both were panting filthy messes, the brunette slowly sliding out of you. You pulled yourself together, rolling over and brushing your tangled hair out of your face.
âThat cigarette shit was hot. Wanna shower?â
Masky nodded in agreement, watching your hips sway side to side as you walked to the bathroom. You two really were the perfect pair.
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i canât stop thinking about riding satoru while heâs laying down his hands behind his head and watching us with a smug face ahhhhhhh iâm pulling my hair out
a/n: i immediately turn poetic whenever i write for gojo idk why guys đ + combining with another request where anon sent this in and said satoru core, so real! / tagging @shotorus @hannzai @arminsumi @jabamin @hyomagiri <3
warnings: dom!satoru, fem!reader, i lay the praise on thick here n i could be projecting but idk, pet names, humping, clit stimulation, overstimulation, riding, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie / breeding kink, brief consensual filming, n*sfw under the cut
you think that youâre not so bad on the stamina spectrum â you could hold your own against a special grade pretty easily even after getting beaten down in unexpected attacks, training with your students have kept you on your toes and alert despite your years, and satoru . .
oh, being with satoru has your stamina improving without even you knowing it. whether itâs pushing him away during tickle fights, smacking him hard on the back when he forgets about his studentsâ missions yet again, or letting yourself submit completely to him in the bedroom, itâs never just one round with gojo. the man was naturally fit and had his reversed cursed technique that he was basically invincible.
you? not so much, always struggling to catch up if your boyfriend wasnât doing any of the work.
âs-satoru . . please, i need h-help,â you whine out, so so sensitive from the endless foreplay your lover had put you through for teasing him with raunchy photos. it wasnât your fault he was gone for so long, sent to the rural parts of japan to exorcise a dormant curse â the signal was so terrible there that gojo couldnât even text his pretty baby whom he missed so much, finally reaching his witsâ end and teleporting to a cell tower only to be met with your body stretched into suggestive poses with very little left to the imagination.
gojo swears heâs never seen beauty like yours before, like a breath of fresh air from the first time heâs got you in his arms to the photos heâs received on that cell tower. a mission has never been finished that quickly before; a teleport and one swipe of his hand, another teleport.
âyou donât want your lovely boyfriend to enjoy his time?â gojo pouts, hands spanning your ass and squeezing at the fat there. you moan at the sensation coupled with the drag of your clit along his thigh â his cock wasnât even in you and you were already reduced to moans. âafter you draped your body in baby blue and you already want to get to fucking?â
gojo has a little lilt in his voice that pisses you off because you know he wants to fuck you bad. you remember how riled up he was when he returned home three hours before, chest heaving and sweaty. you can feel the throb of his cock under you and the little noticeable shaky breaths, but making you beg, making you needy for him is his favourite pastime.
âf-fuck you, âtoru!â you stutter out, thighs burning from grinding so long into his leg that you donât even know whether youâre cumming or not; all you know is the addicting feeling each time he tenses his thigh for you. satoru laughs, wandering hands leaving trails of fire along your skin as you gasp and grasp at his shoulders. he lets you, squeezing encouragingly at your waist and helping you just a little. a small smile spreads across his face when he feels your cunt twitch at his beautiful laugh, entrance clenching around nothing.
âsoon. youâll need to be patient,â gojo chastises, eyes flitting between watching your connected parts of smeared arousal and your expression of closed eyes and a pretty âoâ that catches the moonlight, âlook at âer, just so wettt . .â the sorcerer whistles at the mess youâre leaving on his leg, juices flowing so sinfully that it leaves a clear sheen of reflectiveness to it.Â
âcâmon baby, câmon baby, you can cum for me, canât you?â gojo taunts and you feel the need to answer him even when your own body is asking you to rest.
âmhmh, âtoruââ you hump his thigh harder, tugging his body closer as you settle for the most friction you can get against your puffy clit. because youâre leaking so much, the glide of your pussy is so smooth and sticky along his skin, chasing your high more and more until your words are choked out in a high-pitched moan â âsatoru, satoru, s-shit . .!â
gojo coos at your unravelling, bumping his leg into your cunt repeatedly as you ride out your orgasm and by now he is hard that it hurts almost, but heâs focused on your pleasure. he licks his lips like a pervert when you tremble at the orgasm, carrying your leg over his just to see strings of your cum stick to your core and his skin, laying a light slap to your pussy just to hear the slickness.
âoi!â you call out, out of breath as you swat his hand away as he giggles and have to take a breather against your boyfriendâs chest, burying your face into his neck. but for as long as satoru have been teasing you, he hasnât been getting any action and is desperate to just be in you, fishing his cock out from his underwear. itâs pretty as always, curved with an angry red tip that is aching to stretch you out and a vein that runs along the side of it; it slaps into your inner thigh as he pumps it with a low groan.
âcan ya ride me, sweetness?â you let out a small sound of disagreement, littering kisses along his skin in hopes that heâd indulge you, but with his free hand, heâs tapping his tip against your welcoming cunt, emphasising the sheer amount of cum you were dripping with. below you, his toned chest vibrates with the moans at the warmth of your cunt, of yourÂ
ââm tired . .â you trail off, before a quiet gasp leaves you when satoru first pushes past your entrance. and though youâve taken him so many times, his girth still surprises you to some extent, digging your forehead further into his collarbone as he pushes into your gummy walls. bit by bit, your boyfriend bottoms out in you but does anything but move and of course, itâs a ploy by the one and only. âyouâre not going to fucking move, arenât you?â
gojo makes a terrible ding! sound and snaps his fingers, prompting a glare out of you until the needy words come tumbling out of his mouth, âi want to see you ride me, baby, please.â
âwerenât you the one coming home like a sex-crazed maniâ ah!â he knows he still holds control over you when he snaps his hips into you and you freeze up with a whine of his name, nails digging into the sheets and skin. âthatâs cheating.â gojo simply hums, placing a kiss on your lips that you donât reciprocate before the room falls into silence: he leans back, putting both hands behind his head before nodding at you â and because he knows itâs him, he carries the gesture with confidence with no break in his character of just how you were so goddamn tight and warm.
he grits his teeth before trying to relax, âdâyou think my pretty girl can give me a show?â
obedient and defiant, you moan softly with a glower, âs-sure i canâ lazyass.â
gojo knows you mean it with affection, letting out a small laugh before the moment is interrupted by the first lift of your hips. from where he is, he can see how your folds stretch for his thick cock and the lewdness of your expression, until you start a pace and the little pants that leave your lips hypnotise gojo into a trance. he watches your dazed features with a smug smile as you bounce on him, ass meeting his pelvis in loud slapping noises.
âsatoruâ sâfull, sâbigâ!â mewling out, your hands switch from abs to chest to headboard, finding anything to anchor yourself to as you ride his cock that nudges all the right spots. each descent is bound to send you reeling, drool dripping from the side of your mouth with how you seem to get more and more intoxicated on his length â even when your muscles start to ache in similar places like earlier and gojo seems to break from the little humps from his hips.Â
âsâtoo much, h-hurts, âtoru . .â you whine with a pout to your voice, eyes lining with tears at the overwhelming pleasure, groping around desperately at the hand that indulges you briefly. it travels up your body, around your nape and back around, playing with your lipsâ
âyou can do it, baby, ridinâ me so well . . s-shiiit,â gojo praises with a trembling rasp, toying with your bottom lip before grabbing your face and forcing you to look down, âyouâre making me feel so, so good, sweetheartââ squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment and then back again to compose himself, ââlook at how well you take my cock.â the obscene words drags even more moans from you coupled with the sight of your pussy stuffed full of your boyfriendâs pretty dick, so filled to the brim with so much cum seeping from your cunt.
your wonderment is what prompts satoru to tug you forward into a sloppy kiss, leaning back even more as you yelp into his mouth and your beauty is just what sends gojo into a frenzy. the smugness is gone, the teasing nature is gone, just grasping at pockets of air to moan out together as gojo takes the reins and slams his hips into yours. the sheer force of it sends you jerking more into his embrace, sharing a loud, pornographic moan before a multitude of profanities fall from gojoâs mouth.
âyouâre just tooâ fuuck! too perfect, princess,â satoru whimpers, arms wrapped tightly around your middle with pelvis thrusting up into you that if it wasnât for gojoâs strong arms, your body would be flailing everywhere -â he nibbles at the skin near your shoulder, trying his best to see where the base of his cock meets your ass in noisy, wet pap! pap! pap!âs, âpussy moulded just ta fit my fat cock, yea?â
satoruâs skin heats up when he feels you nod, babbles of âyesââs and his name jumbled up together in drunken incoherence as he continues to impale you on his shaft. your thighs start to squeeze around his, your own hips grinding down to meet his halfway as you feel your high approaching.
âa-ainât ya a good girl, hm?â the praise just keeps coming, whispered into your ear with hot breath fanning it and sending you in a delirious state, but gojoâs rhythmic thrust slows down as he grinds his cock into you and you tense up at the feeling of his tip against your g-spot. you jaw falls open in a silent moan, body limping into his once he abuses tha spot repeatedly in deep, deep thrusts, punctuating it in between every wordâ
âgood. fucking. girl,â your boyfriend sounds out into your ear, a grunt between hisses at the way you clench around him, the way your pussy seems to flutter, âyou. thrust. like. thrust. that. thrust. huh? thrust.â
âyâyeah, like it, love it, satoruââ youâre too far gone with these deeper thrusts before he switches back and knows youâre about to cum the hardest with the way your toes curl and uncurl. just one sneaky hand to your clit is enough to send you into mantras of his name and confessions â âlove it, love you, loveyou, loveyou, âtoruâ â body jerking at the overstimulation.
âthatâs it . .â gojo says shakily even after he continues to ram into you, âattagirl, thaatâs my good girl.â by now, youâre reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for your boyfriend who chases his own high, proven easy by the sensation of your tight walls and the slickness of your pussy, rutting like a dog before he shoots his semen deep into you. even gojo is speechless, hips jolting into your cum-filled pussy with the need to breed: seed nestled deep into you while his weeping tip spurts out the last bits of his cum.
but gojo doesnât pull out just yet, flipping the two of you easily and grabbing his long forgotten phone by the nightstand. gently with a smile, he pats your cheek, wakening you from your orgasm-induced slip into unconsciousness.
âbaby, gonna take a vid, you okay?â you mutter out a small yes, cute little whimpers escaping your mouth when gojo slowly pulls out. âwanna spread your pretty pussy for me?â your hands obey before you even know it once you hear the start of the camera, fingers soaked with your combined juices as you spread your folds and he watches, entranced at the way your cunt pushes out his cum â and the way it seeps out of you, good lord â alongside the cockdrunk smile on your face.
satoru points the phone at your cunt, and marvels with a grin, âlooks like sheâs begging for more of my cum, yeah?â
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One way ticket: part 1
Itzy Yeji x m reader This is the first part of a mini-series I'm trying out to get me back into writing by myself. This part is all fluff, no smut here yet. Later parts will have smut, so stick around for that? Word count: 2,344
The faint mumblings of the stationâs announcement system were humming in the background. The air was cool and carried the metallic tang of distant rain. The kind of atmosphere that makes you think about the bittersweet moments in life. You tightened your grip on the handle of your suitcase, plastic handle digging into your palm as you checked the train schedule for the third time that evening. Despite what your anxiety was telling you, you weren't running late. In fact, you had arrived an hour earlier than you needed toâanxious, restless, and uncertain about the journey ahead. The train would be here any minute now.
The one-way ticket in your pocket felt heavier than its weight in paper should have allowed. The destination printed on it was one you had hoped never to return to: the town where everything had startedâand where you had left everything behind. But here you were, standing on this station platform, waiting for the train that would take you back.
The overhead speakers crackled to life, announcing the imminent arrival of your train.You adjusted the strap of your backpack, your heart beating faster with every passing second. The platform wasnât crowded, but there were enough people milling about to make you feel uneasy. Couples whispered to each other, families struggled with their luggage, and a few solo travelers stared blankly at their phones.
Thatâs when you saw her.
At first, it was just a fleeting sense of familiarity, a trick of the mind in a sea of strangers. This wasnât your hometown, she wouldnât be here. But then she turned her head, and your chest tightened as recognition hit you like a freight train. Yeji.
She was leaning against one of the stationâs old iron pillars. Her hair was loose, flowing down her shoulders in soft waves, and she wore a grey sweater over a simple white shirt and black jeans. She looked⊠as pretty as when you left. Like a memory brought to life, sharper and more vivid than you could ever remember.
For a moment, you thought about turning away, pretending this couldnât be real. But then her eyes met yours, and there was no escaping it anymore. Her expression froze, her lips parting slightly as if she couldnât quite believe what she was seeing. You felt the same.
She recovered faster than you did, her posture straightening as she began walking toward you. Your feet, however, seemed rooted to the spot.
She only voices a single word, but it's the way she says your name that cuts through any illusions you had of avoiding your past. It was a sound you hadnât heard in years, yet it struck a chord deep within you.
You cleared your throat, trying to mask the chaos inside. "Yeji. Hi."
Her pace slowed as she came to a stop a few feet away. Up close, you could see the subtle changes time had made to her face. She looked⊠more mature, more assured. The playful energy she used to radiate was still hiding in there, but it was controlled now, grounded in a way that made her seem even more beautiful.
"I canât believe itâs you," she said, her tone equal parts surprise and apprehension.
You managed a forced smile. "Yeah. Me neither."
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken words and memories that neither of you seemed ready to confront. Yeji was the first to break the tension.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her head tilting slightly as she studied you. Her voice was softer now, almost hesitant.
You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. How much you had the right to reveal. "I⊠Iâm heading back to town. For a while."
Her brows knitted together in a faint frown, shock ever present on her face. as if those were the last words she expected you to say. "Back to town? Why?"
"My aunt," you said, the words feeling heavy in your mouth. "She passed away. Iâm handling the arrangements and everything."
Her expression softened, and she looked down briefly before meeting your gaze again. "Iâm sorry. She was always so kind to me."
"Yeah," you said, your throat tightening. "She was."
Another silence stretched between you, and you couldnât tell if it was more awkward or painful. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, glancing toward the train that had come to a stop behind you.
"Are you taking this one?" she asked, nodding toward the train.
"Yeah," you replied, confirming your destination. "Last one heading that way tonight."
"Same.â
You werenât supposed to be surprised at this. For all you knew, she still lived where you left her. You couldnât help but be shocked nonetheless. You were about to spend the next several hours on the same train. Together. Your stomach churned at the thought. This wasnât how youâd imagined seeing her again, if you ever saw her again at all.
She glanced down at her ticket, then back at you. "Well⊠I guess weâd better get on."
You nodded, though your feet felt like they were moving on autopilot as you followed her toward the train.Â
The compartment you entered was relatively empty, its rows of seats illuminated by the harsh overhead lights. Yeji walked down the aisle and chose a seat by the window, setting her bag on the floor beside her. You hesitated, not sure if it was alright, before sitting down in the seat across from hers. It felt like the most natural thing to do, and yet, your heart was pounding as if youâd just committed a crime.
The train gave a low groan as it began to pull out of the station, the rhythm of the wheels on the tracks quickly settling into a steady cadence. It was the one thing keeping you calm. You stared out the window, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts you couldnât untangle.
Yeji broke the silence again. "So⊠how have you been?"
You blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Uh⊠Iâve been okay. Busy, I guess. Work, life. You know how it is."
She raised an eyebrow. "Do I?"
Ouch. She had all the right to call you out. You winced at her response. "Right. Sorry. That wasâŠ"
"Generic?" she interrupted, her lips curving into a smile that didnât reach her eyes. It was performative. She wasnât going to take any of your standoffish bullshit.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair halfheartedly. "Yeah. Generic."
She nodded, her gaze drifting toward the window, clearly disappointed. For a while, you sat in silence, the sound of the trainâs wheels filling the void again. You couldnât help but glance at her, noticing the way her fingers tapped lightly against her knee, a habit you remembered all too well. She was nervous, too. Uneasy, even.
"I⊠I didnât expect to see you," you admitted, taking your responsibility to break the silence this time.
She turned back to you, her expression distant. Her guard was up. "Neither did I."
The weight of her gaze made it hard to breathe, and for a moment, you couldnât help but think about all the things you wanted to say. But the words wouldnât come. You wouldnât allow them to come. You had no right. Instead, you looked away, focusing on the blur of the dark countryside outside the window.
She sat across from you, leaning slightly against the window, her chin resting on her hand as her gaze followed the passing darkness outside. The faint glow from the overhead light illuminated her featuresâthe soft curve of her cheek, the sharp line of her jaw. She was both familiar and unfamiliar, a memory brought vividly back to life.
âSo,â she continued, not letting another silence fill the void between you. âHow long are you staying?â
You hesitated. You didnât have the answer to that question. âIâm not sure. However long it takes to handle everything with my auntâs estate.â
She nodded but didnât look at you. Her fingers played idly with the strap of her bag, another one of her habits you remembered all too well. It struck you how surreal this wasâsharing a train compartment with her after all these years. You were two people carrying the weight of a shared past, both of you struggling with how to unpack it.
âAnd after that?â she asked. âAre you planning to stay?â
You shook your head with uncertainty. âNo. I⊠I donât think so.â
Her eyes drifted downwards slowly as her tensed shoulders slumped ever so slightly. She turned to face you, her brows furrowing slightly. âSo itâs temporary.â
âYeah.â
Yeji studied you for a moment, her dark cat-like eyes sharp and assessing. It was unnerving how easily she could see through you, even now. She didnât say anything, just nodded and went back to looking out the window. You could feel the distance between you two grow, as real and unyielding as the space separating your seats.
After a while she spoke up again. Her tone was casual, almost offhanded. âYouâve changed.â
You raised an eyebrow. âHave I?â
âYeah. Youâre quieter.â
You let out a dry laugh. âMaybe Iâve just run out of things to say.â
She gave you a lookâhalf amused, half skeptical. âThatâs hard to imagine. You used to talk my ear off.â
âThings are different now,â you said, shame undermining your volume.
Her expression shifted, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to say something. But she stayed silent, staring out the window again. The train slowed down as you approached a station, and the sound of the brakes screeching filled the air.
You wanted to ask her about her life, about what sheâd been doing all this time, but the questions felt intrusive, like prying open a door to a room you no longer had the right to enter. Still, the curiosity gnawed at you. She was here, sitting across from you, and you couldnât ignore the pull she had on you.
âWhat about you?â You asked finally. âHow have you been?â
She shrugged at your question, her fingers still toying with the strap of her bag. âIâve been fine. Busy. Work keeps me on my toes.â
You nodded, unsure how to respond. The conversation felt stilted, like you were two strangers making polite small talk. But you werenât strangersânever were. There was too much history between you.
âAnd what aboutâŠâ you hesitated, unsure if you should even go there. âWhat about everything else? Family, friends?â
Yeji glanced at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Like a sense of reassurance that you still remembered everyone you left. âEveryoneâs good. Life goes on, you know?â
âYeah, it does,â you said, though the words felt hollow. Life did go on, but it had a way of leaving certain things behindâpeople, memories, opportunities.
The train picked up speed again, the lights outside streaking into a blur. The silence between you stretched out, not quite comfortable but not unbearable either anymore. You could feel her presence like a magnet, drawing you in despite the invisible wall sheâd built around herself. You wanted to break through it, to reach her, but you didnât know how.
âSo, youâre back for your aunt,â she said, her voice cutting through your thoughts. âThat must be hard.â
âIt is,â you admitted. âShe was⊠she was always there for me. One of the few people I could count on.â
Yejiâs expression softened, and she nodded. âShe was a good woman. She always made me feel welcome, even whenâŠâ She trailed off, her gaze dropping to her hands. âEven when things werenât so great between us.â
You swallowed hard, the guilt washing over you. Your aunt had adored Yeji, treated her like family. She was devastated when you left, upset youâd leave this life behind for stupid reasons, but she never stopped sending letters for birthdays. Trying to maintain contact.
âYeah,â you said, your voice crumbling. âShe had a way of making people feel that way. She cared, you know? A lot."
Yeji didnât respond, but you could see the emotions playing across her faceânostalgia, sadness, maybe even a hint of anger. You wanted to say something to make it better, to bridge the gap between the two of you, but you didnât know where to start.
The train entered another tunnel, and the lights in the compartment flickered slightly. In the brief darkness, you could feel the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you. You wanted to reach out, but you held back. You didnât think you had the rightânot after everything youâd done.
When the lights stabilized again, Yeji was looking at you, her expression wavering. Her voice grew quiet, almost pleading. âDo you ever think about it?â
âAbout what?â
âAbout what could have been. If things had gone differently. If you hadnât left.â
The elephant in the room. You never gave her any explanation before, and you struggled to find the right response now. Did you think about it? Every damn day. But saying that out loud felt too raw, too vulnerable.Â
âYeah,â you said finally. Maybe it was time to be vulnerable. After removing yourself from her life without being able to forget her, that was the least you owed her. âI think about it.â
She nodded , her gaze dropping to her lap in understanding. âMe too.â
The confession hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. For a moment, it felt like the years of distance and silence had melted away, leaving only the two of you and the fragile connection youâd once shared. But the moment passed, and the wall between you was back. There was nothing you could say.
The train rumbled on, carrying you closer to a destination you weren't sure you were ready to face. But for the first time in years, you felt a flicker of hopeâfragile and tentative, but real. And you knew that no matter what happened, you couldnât let this chance slip away. Not again.
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hi mae, how you've been? if your request are open could i make one? if they're not, please ignore this ^^
could you write remus with (gn) reader that struggles with english? (as a language fjdndnd). for example, they could be an exchange student and finds difficult to find the words to communicate, but can completely understand a whole conversation, like its just hard for them to express themselves? idk if you get what i mean, sorry for the nonsense đđđ
you write beautifully, i can't wait to read the next thawing out chapter!!!!! xoxoxo
Thank for requesting angel <3
cw: hints of maybe some social anxiety (?) around language learning
Remus Lupin x gn!reader ⥠1k words
In group settings, youâve become an unintentional wallflower. The conversations among this group, specifically, are too rapid-fire for your tentative tongue to keep up with, so you find yourself tracking it and letting your own thoughts pass unvoiced. At least at Siriusâ Christmas party, youâre not the only wallflower in the mix.Â
Remus acts much like you, sometimes. He sits back, listens, smiles to himself at his friendsâ antics. Sometimes James or Sirius will prompt him with a question, like theyâre used to having to drag him into their two-man show, but for the most part he seems content to enjoy being around everyone in quietude. Until, at least, he leans over to speak to you.Â
âYou alright?â he asks in a low voice, underneath the story James is telling about Christmas shopping with his mum.Â
You blink, surprised. âYes.âÂ
âYou seem a bit quiet.â Remus looks curious, but he doesnât push. Thereâs a tiny fluttering in your stomach at being noticed. Youâve talked with Remus on a couple of occasionsâand itâs true, you did have more to say then than you do now, in this bantery groupâbut you wouldnât have expected him to note the change. âHowâs your drink?âÂ
Heâs looking at your cup, nearly full despite the hour youâve been nursing it.Â
âItâsâŠâ You donât know the polite way to say what you want to say. Maybe there is none.Â
Remus smiles. âYou arenât in love with it, then?âÂ
You think you might go still, just the phrase in love sending heat to your cheeks. âItâs not very bad,â you try to laugh. âItâsâŠwhatâs the wordâŠheavy?â
His brows furrow for a second, but then he realizes. âOh, is it very strong?âÂ
You nod, relieved. âYes.âÂ
He laughs. âWell, thatâs what happens when Sirius makes them. Sorry, we ought to have warned you.â He glances over his shoulder at his friend, as though checking whether heâs been overheard; you donât get the impression he would care much if he had. When his eyes return to you, you have the impression of staring into a fireplace; a steady, comforting warmth. âCome with me,â he says.Â
Remus leads you to the kitchen. To the scene of the crime, where your first drink was concocted. Sirius is nothing if not well prepared; the counter is stocked with rows of alcohol and mixers, plus canned drinks and non-alcoholic options. Remus finds you a new cup.Â
âWhat do you like?âÂ
You can see a bottle of what you want on the counter, but the name eludes you. Youâre not close enough to try and read the label. âAnything.âÂ
Remusâ eyebrow twitches. âReally, anything?â He looks at you. It feels like being peeled like a tangerine, like heâs somehow seeing your squishy insides. âYou donât have any preference?â
You gnaw the inside of your cheek. âI, uhâŠâ You reach past him, picking up the bottle. âThis, please. Sorry, I donât have the nameâŠâÂ
âThatâs alright,â Remus says easily. He gives you a gentle smile as he takes the bottle from you, and your heart does something awful behind your ribs. âYou donât need to know it. Whatever works, right?âÂ
âRight,â you echo embarrassedly.Â
He asks you to pick a mixer, and when you point again starts to pour. âSo,â he says, âis there a reason youâre not talking to us?âÂ
You blink at him. âWhat?âÂ
âYouâve just been keeping more to yourself tonight.â Thereâs a hint of something you canât identify in Remusâ tone, but you canât seek clues in his face when heâs looking down at your drink. âIs it something we did?âÂ
âNo. Iâm notâŠno.â You shake your head fervently. âI like you.â You take Remusâ wrist, and he looks up, surprised. âI like you.âÂ
âHey, itâs okay.â His voice softens at the distress in your expression. âI was only joking, sweetheart. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Relief seeps into you. You feel your posture ease, your face clearing, but Remus only melts further.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â He wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into a hug. âI didnât mean to freak you out. I didnât really think you were angry with us.â Your arms come around him too, on instinct, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. âItâs just that youâve been so quiet and I wanted to ask why, but I was only teasing.â
âItâs okay.â You laugh a little, giddy on physical contact. âItâs not you.âÂ
Remus hums, still apologetic. âWhatâs going on, then?â
âNothingâs going on.â You search the far corners of your mind, reaching for the words. âIâm quiet becauseâŠbecause Iâm slow. Itâs more difficult with many people.âÂ
Remus pulls back a bit, frowning. âYouâre not slow, sweetheart.âÂ
âMy English is slow,â you clarify.
âThatâsâŠno.â He shakes his head. âIâm sure it does take longer to find the right words, but you donât have to stay quiet because of that. We can wait.âÂ
âItâs okay,â you try to explain. âSometimes, people need to talk fast, but, for meâŠit takes time.âÂ
âThatâs fine,â says Remus. âWe get it. Or, actually, we donât, which is probably the more important part. You speak more than one language. Thatâs not something any of the rest of us can sayâwell, except Sirius, but his parents were twats, and heâs more of a twat for it, honestly.â His eyes widen a fraction. âNot that knowing more than one language makes you a twatâSirius is, but you arenât. Iâm not trying to call you a twat.âÂ
You shake your head, smiling.Â
âIâm trying,â Remus laughs, âto say that youâre very smart, much smarter than any of us in there who only grew up speaking English and havenât aspired to anything more since. So if you need to speak a bit slower to get your point across, thatâs perfectly alright. Is thatâŠdid that come across right?âÂ
âYes,â you laugh, warmth in your cheeks. âThank you.âÂ
âDonât thank me.â Remus gives you another hug, briefer. âJust donât be quiet, yeah? Howâs this?âÂ
You take a tentative sip of your drink, trying to wrangle your smile. âItâs good,â you assure him.Â
âGood. Letâs go.â He starts leading the way back to the party. âYou had something to say when Lily was talking about her botched muffins last week, I could see it on your face. I want to hear all about it.â
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The quote "No, don't give me those puppy-dog eyes!" with Trafalgar Law and possibly with gn!reader? (If not, then afab!Reader is fine too!)
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DESCRIPTION: Prompt: âNo! Donât give me those puppy-dog eyes!â
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âLaw?â Lawâs back went rigid at the sound of your voice drifting towards him. He knew that lilt, that almost innocent call, searching for him and the call a precursor to hear his response in order to gauge his mood before speaking what it was you truly wanted from him. To anyone else that would seem considerate, given how busy he was being both Captain and doctor for the ship. But to Law when he heard your call it set him on edge because he never knew what to expect. He heard the soft knock on his door and braced himself. Slowly he looked up just as your head poked into the doorway. Your bright gaze met his and you smiled. âLaw? You busy?â
âIâm researching the island weâre heading to.â Law began carefully, watching as you came further into the room, letting the door shut behind you. He kept his eyes on you, taking in your soft smile and slow movements towards his desk. Lightly he cleared his throat and briefly tightened his hold on the book lying open in front of him, trying his best not to lose track of his work when you were around. âAnd after that I was to check on Bepo since heâs got the navigation charts.â You stopped at the side of his desk and nodded, lips pursing at his words. âWhat did you need?â
âNot need really butâŠâ You began, reaching over to curl your finger around his hand that still held the book on the desk. At your touch Law immediately reciprocated by entwining his fingers with yours. He knew what was coming when you let out a small sigh before continuing. âIf you werenât busy I was wondering if I could get a hug?â
Law let out a small huff of amusement and got to his feet, his smile growing when you immediately closed the distance to wrap your arms around him, your body relaxing more when his arms pulled you closer. He knew heâd been busy lately and hated how his relationship with you had to be made less of a priority. The two of you only got to see each other at meals and at nighttime but in those moments you were both either surrounded by the rest of the crew or so tired you both barely got to give the other a goodnight kiss before immediately falling asleep. Now that he was holding you again, he was reluctant to pull away but he still had a lot more research to do.Â
Squeezing you one more time and pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, Law made a move to let you go and return to his desk only to stop when your arms tightened and you shook your head against his chest. Law all but kicked himself for not seeing this coming. One of you had to be strong, and unfortunately for him, it had to be his task. Gently Law rubbed your back and gently spoke your name only to sigh when you let out a grumble against him. âCâmon just another couple of hours and then Iâm all yours. Okay?â
âLaw?â He flinched at that same innocent tone and slowly looked down just as you peered up at him, unleashing the full power of your stare, compelling and fierce.Â
âNo! Donât give me those puppy-dog eyes!â Law all but groaned down at you, unable to look away. How did you make your eyes shine like that in moments like these when you wanted your own way. Worse still he knew his resolve was crumbling faster and this was only going to go one way.Â
âPlease just a little longer?â You asked, attacking the final flimsy thread of Lawâs restraint with your softly spoken request. âFive minutes and then Iâll let you work?â Law bit the inside of his mouth and cursed himself for being so weak for you. Immediately he used his shambles to take you both to the sofa in the room and pulled you close, unable to stop his own smile from growing when you beamed up at him happily before you got cosy in his arms. With a content sigh you nuzzled in close and absently wondered if youâd be able to stretch out this cuddle with your boyfriend a little longer than your previously requested five minutes. If any of the past times were anything to go by then yes, yes you could and you definitely would.
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MOONLIT DREAM
SUMMARY a budding jade aficionado receives a personal lesson from her lover
WARNINGS established relationship, outdoor sex, boat!sex, blasphemy, sensory deprivation (use of blindfolds), sensory play (with a brush), dirty talk, petnames (little love, little one), soft!zayne, orgasm control, edging, begging, fingering, dirty talk, marking, pulling out (zayne cums in his own hand cause he's a mf gentleman like that), astra hate, allusions to theories of zayne's myth, mdni, 18+
DAWN SAYS FIRST ONE IS HEREEE istg this event has me by the THROAT I know it isn't very canon-compliant but I wanted to do something based on the vibes I got from the cards so I hope you all enjoy this! I will eventually cross-post this to a03 so if you want to follow me there, it's under the same username! <3
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ SYLUS â± XAVIER â± RAFAYEL
The art of jade carving was slowly dying out.
Touted as a precious stone the color of rich grass, its value was placed not in its glossy, green finish, but on the weight of meaning it carried.
To gift someone a jade pendant meant you wished luck, prosperity and success on them. Mothers would often lend their sons their necklaces hidden in the lapels of their hanfu as they took their official tests, while a groomâs parents would adorn their new daughter-in-law with jade jewelry to bestow upon the newlywed couple blessings of marital bliss and harmony.Â
On nights like these, you liked to wander these grand, opulent hallways, lost in thought as the glimmering green gems twinkled from ceilings, pillars and statues.
The moon was bright tonight as you caught sight of Zayne, a royal court physician your family had connections to.Â
(And who was also, your secret-not-so-secret lover).Â
He was struggling under the weight of his documents, and you rushed forward to greet him, calling out his name.Â
âY/Nâthere you are,â he gave you a small smile, warmth twinkling behind his green eyes. The sheen of them reminded you of how jade shone. âWhatâre you doing up so late? The moon is bright tonight.â
You flushed, gathering yourself before you divulge your deepest thoughts to him. âI was up till yesterday night trying to read up on jade carving. Did you know the practice is diminishing?â
Zayne, though not much of a man of the arts, could concede on your astute observation. âI see,â he teased, âAnd you thought that by devouring clips of them, you might have a chance to save this dying art?âÂ
Used to his teasing, you huffed and wagged your finger. âAt least I am dedicated to a cause that matters. Tell me, Mr. Zayne, donât you have a passion you want to protect, too?â
At your question, his eyes softened.
âPerhaps.â He glanced at the number of documents in his hand. âI have some summons to work on. Maybe you might like to keep me company and tell me all about your discoveries of jade carving while I work?â
The offer sounded too good to resist. You followed him down the hallway and into the vacant spaceâan unoccupied room linking right to the court library. It was connected by a veranda, where the man-made lake ran around it, a shallow body of water meant for aesthetic purposes commissioned by the emperor himself. A pile of scrolls laid on the shiny, mahogany desk, and you realized too late that you were in his private office.
âZayneââ
While the idea of spending more time with him was intriguing, you couldn't risk a court scandal by being seen with a man at such late hours. He didnât stop you when you stood, though the look in his eyes held you back from leaving too soon.
âIt is fine, Y/N. I have checked for guards and there are none at this hour. Besides, arenât we both past the boundaries of such careless affection?â
He grabbed your hand, and you let him tug you closer. Sitting in his embrace, you relished in the secrecy of your meetings under the moon, this hidden fondness belonging only to you two.Â
âI wish to hold you forever like this.â Zayne was not someone who waxed lyrical about his feelings, but tonight felt different.
Far more intimate.
His touch echoed with shades of absolute need when he tilted your face up, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
âI have a surprise for you,â he whispered.
Intrigued, you let him take your hand, stepping out of the balcony and onto the connected veranda. You hadnât immediately noticed a line of candles sat by the edge of the water, too caught up in his embrace. Zayne led you right to the makeshift dock where an ornate boat rocked in the man-made lake, stepping on its deck first before holding out a hand to you.Â
Taking his familiar, calloused palm in yours, you lost your footing for a split second, tumbling right into his arms.Â
âOhââ
âI got you,â he murmured, righting you on your slippered-feet.
Zayne made sure you were alright and tightened his hand on yours, taking you into the anterior single cabin, where a smaller version of his desk stood, the light of the moon illuminating his warm cheeks.
âI thought we could spend some time hereâaway from any prying eyes.â
A smile spread across your face, delighting at this romantic and secluded initiative.
âI see. So, you have me trapped right in your hands while I ramble on about jade carving?â
You should have known your lover always had a special trick up his sleeve. He wasnât called the brightest official without his uncanny knack for deciphering what it is people around him truly wanted.
âNo.âÂ
He gestured for you to sit on the plush cushions, and removed a box from the side of the hull, opening it. Bringing out paint brushes, scrolls, newly minted jade pendants and glass bowls which he filled with water. Zayne let you touch them, enamored by your bright gaze and excitement.
"You... remembered?"
He smiled. "Of course, I did."
Touching your cheek, he said, "When your lover develops a fixation on something, you do your best to try and satisfy her."
Pleased and slightly flattered, you turned your attention to the rows of jade waiting for you.
âAre we sending our wishes to be carved on these pendants?âÂ
Fondly, he nodded.
âYes. I thought this would be a great step in our courtshipâto have our wishes bestowed on these jade jewels for us to wear. A memento of our love.â
You flashed him a smile so bright, it could rival the moon up above.
Sitting down next to him, Zayne watched as you dipped your brush in ink, slowly filling up the scroll with your earthly desires which the jade carver would put onto these pendants.Â
I wish for Zayne to always be healthy and happy, you fluidly etched onto the paper. I wish for him to find success in court. To grow in his filial piety and strength. May he always be kind, courteous and brave.
Glancing at him, you were surprised to find him dozing off, elbow perched on the mahogany desk, head laid resting against a closed palm. The lights from the palace veranda and the moon in the sky played with the shadows on his face, making him look younger than his years of twenty-seven. The innocent curve of his brow, the slight parting of his thin lips, stirred a desire within you.Â
A need to push him and see how much he could take before he broke.
Grinning to yourself, you picked up the prep calligraphy brush, still dripping with cool water, and gently ran the bristles over his lower lip. Zayne grunted in his doze, but didnât stir, exhausted from his duties to pay your foolery any mind. You smirked, wondering if he would feel it when you dragged the brush down his jaw.
Stillânothing.Â
Besides a furrow in his brow, Zayne remained locked in his slumber. A part of you wondered if the sensation felt akin to cool wind brushing his skin, and you decided to up the ante.Â
Taking the brush down to his neck, this time you managed to garner a sweet, sweet visceral reaction from him.Â
Zayneâs nose twitched, a sound of consternation and⊠desire?... leaving his lips.Â
He sighed. You paused.
Tucking your lower lip in between your teeth, you took the brush now to the hollow dip of his collarbones. Another sigh, another baited breath.
But, he didnât open his eyes.
Growing bolder, you glided the brush down the groove of his toned chest, mesmerized by the silvery trail of water left behindâa delicate mark of your teasing on his pale skin.
A part of you wanted to see what his entire body would look like âpaintedâ with these slick marks; your curiosity mingled with a stirring desire to have him completely under your spell.Â
As you dragged the damp brush down to his chest, intent on finishing up your canvas for the night, you felt the gentle grasp of his hand around your wrist, stopping your descent from going any lower.
âI see I woke up at the wrong time,â he teased.
Whatever remained of his nightly exhaustion dissipated, his breathtaking green eyes gauging your reaction with the ghost of a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth.Â
Zayneâs skin and lips were tingling from the effects of your little âpainting sessionâ.
As much as the hunger inside of him was roaring to overcome you, he wanted to see what you would do next; how else you would surprise him.Â
Deciding to tease him even more, you dropped the calligraphy brush, hearing it roll onto the bargeâs floor somewhere under the desk. You slid your fingers across his hand, feeling his touch gliding on your open palm.
âCarving jade requires a clear mind,â you murmured, your fingertips breaching the hem of his ornate cuffs, touching the warm skin of his wrist underneath the clothes. âThis is a test.â
Zayne was not expecting you to tighten your grip on his wrist, or for you to boldly drag him on top of you.Â
His gasp brushed the tender shell of your ear, the heat of his body on top of yours made you shiver.
âHow bold you are, little one,â your lover murmured, settling on his elbow to gaze down at you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. âYou are quite commendable indeedâgetting a court official into such a⊠compromising position.â
The moon glowed, the broadness of his shoulders eclipsing its luminescent rays from fully spilling onto both your tangled bodies.
âI merely wanted to share my passions with a certain court official, but it appears he found the entire ordeal boring,â you quipped back, throwing in an eye roll for added effect.Â
His thin lips twitched in amusement, the hand on your cheek moving down to briefly cup your jaw. âAlright, then. Why donât we make your little session a bit more interesting for me?âÂ
Before you could ask, he took the discarded brush you had dropped, dipping it in a pot of water. Dabbing off the excess, he touched the firm tip to your cheek, his jade green eyes darkening with an unnamed emotion.
âYou speak while I simply⊠listen... and return your little painting favor. Whoever can retain their composure without breaking first will win a monthâs worth of rabbit candy.â
Not one to refute his games or back down from a dare, you raised a brow. âAre you questioning my resolve, Mr. Zayne?âÂ
He forced back a huff of laughter, trying to retain his equanimity.Â
(Which was steadily chipping away the more you provoked him).Â
Zayne hummed. âI do not question it. I want to test it.â
As he spoke, he glided the cool paintbrush from your cheek to jaw. âAnd to make this more fun for me since I have not heard of the intricacies of jade carving, I want to test your knowledge further with thisââ
From his lapels, he removed a silk ribbon, one which you recognized to wrap up mooncake boxes.Â
Flushing warmly from the implications of what he wanted to do next, you attempted to keep your voice steady, but failed.
âPlaying dirty, Mr. Zayne? I never mistook you for such a bad sport.â
A glimmer of mischief ignited in his eyes, and he placed the paintbrush down next to your neck, coaxing you to raise your head so he could wrap the soft strip around your eyes.
âYou are always testing my resolve. You should know I always repay the favor.âÂ
Despite the intensity of his request, a playful intimacy remained between the two of you. Whatever happened, you always trusted Zayne to put your wellbeing and dignity above everything else.
âAlright.âÂ
You raised your head, letting him tie the makeshift blindfold around your eyes.Â
Hidden in darkness, you could only rely on your senses of touch and hearing to guide you on what was happening. You heard the rustle of the paintbrush picked up again by your ear, felt the damp tip on your jaw. Zayne glided the brush down the side of your neck, secretly enjoying your quiet gasp of surprise.
âNow, little one,â he hummed. âTell me all about the intricacies of jade carving since you know them so very well.â
Your heart was pounding, but you managed to keep your calm when you recited the first fact to pop into your mind.Â
âU-um⊠j-jades were known as the âessence of heaven and earthâ.â Your gasp melted into a stifled moan at the sensation of his warm lips chasing after the cool trickles of water left behind.
âI see. Enlightening. Do tell me more.â
His husky voice brushed the shell of your ear, and your stomach tightened in knots.Â
Unfair. Zayne was unfairly using your weakness against you.
He knew you were always sensitive to his kisses; his touch.Â
A bead of clear water trickles down your neck, and you struggle to think of the next fact as his lips follow the winding trail the liquid carved along your skin, each kiss soft and deliberate.
âJade has a sharp resonance and that is why it was often used as chimesâmhm.â
He nuzzled his nose into your pulse point, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine from your skin.Â
âI am listening,â he reassured, and you could imagine the smirk playing on his lips. âAnd I am interested. What else is there for me to learn about jade, little one?â
As you fought hard to recall another fact, your hands instinctively tightened, crumpling the soft material of his hanfu in your grasp.Â
âWith n-new drilling tools, jade can now be made in larger scales of productionââ
The sensation of bristles on your skin interrupted your train of thought. Nothing could have prepared you for the sting of his teeth biting down on your neck. Zayneâs heated breath caressed your sensitive throat, leaving goosebumps on your skin in their wake.Â
âI think I have quite the knowledgeable grasp on this matter, little one.â
In a swift yet gentle motion, the blindfold melted off your eyes, and you caught Zayne gazing down at you affectionately.Â
The damp brush and these damn games were discarded to the side in favor of him dragging you onto his lap, letting you sit astride him.Â
Warmth suffused across your cheeks, and your entire body was tingling from the sensation of the rough bristles mingling with the contrasting tenderness of his lips on your skin. You felt the tension tightening in your belly, tensing the muscles on your thighs wrapped on either side of his waist.
Zayne took this opportunity to roam his hands across your back, down your sidesâfeeling the smoothness of your robe underneath his touch; the way you shivered as if caught in a chill.
âAre you afraid?âÂ
His gentle whisper was followed by a sweet kiss on your temple.
Yearning sparked from the tips of your fingers down to your toes.
You shook your head.
âNo, Zayne.âÂ
Smiling to himself, Zayne cradled your head in his hands, nudging you further up the plush pillows he prepared for tonight. The sight of you, all sprawled out with the warm palace lights and the shining moon illuminating your flushed cheeks, looking far too ravishing for your own good filled his mind with a light-headed daze.
He couldnât believe you were here, that you were his.Â
A low grumble resonated from his chest, and he pressed his lips to your ear, delighting in your little shiver in response.
âYou have to forgive me, little one. I cannot control myself when I am with you.â
His traced circles onto your cheek with his thumb, absorbing your hitched breath, the way your body shifted under his broader, muscular one.Â
As he spoke, he planted a tender kiss on your cheek.Â
âIt is not my fault that someone gets distracted easily when carving intricate patterns⊠and appreciating the moon.âÂ
He pressed another soft kiss to your temple, worshiping you with his entire soul.Â
Never mind that the bright lunar rays were burning into his skin. Or, he felt the unseeing eye studying his every move.Â
All that mattered to him in this instant was youâyour sounds, your sighs, the look of desire and love in your eyes.Â
It was everything and more that Zayne could wish on his fallen luck. He wanted nothing more than to claim you under his godâs eye, defying logic and order to demonstrate his undying love for you.Â
âAre you feeling what I am feeling as well, my little love?â
He looked to you for confirmation.
Consent.
You nodded wordlessly, threading your fingers through his hair.
âYes, Zayne. I feel it.â
That was all the permission he needed. Zayne leaned in and captured your lips in a heated kiss, his desire for you pouring into every movement. Every breath.Â
He needed to make you his completely; needed to love you with his entire being.Â
His lips touched your ear again, his scratchy whisper igniting your desires. His nimble fingers, deft from years of practiced writing and studies, twined with yours, holding you impossibly close.
Another tender kiss right on your cheek. âThen we will just have to blame the craftsman⊠and the moon.â
Careful yet firm hands shed your robes from your body, the rocking boat adding momentum to your every movement. Zayne took his time to undress you, marveling as inches of flawless, moon-soaked skin appeared before his eyes. Taking his time to run his fingers over your body, he breathed you in, his eyes fluttering to half-mast as he savored this moment of peace.Â
When your body was fully bared to him, he sucked in a deep breath.
âBeautiful,â he mumbled.
Zayneâs hands roamed your body with a newfound possessiveness, his expression a mix of tender yearning.
The sight itself was too much for you to bear; the shame, lust, and need coalescing together to bring you to your knees.Â
You tugged him closer, unable to stand another minute apart from him.Â
He fell right into your embrace, your eager hands undoing the loop of his hanfu, baring his full chest, dragging it down his shoulders.Â
The act of undressing one another, meant for the marital doings of a husband and wife, felt natural when it came to Zayne.
Such love shared between the two of you sprung forth like a fountain, effortless in cascading your bodies in ebbs and flows. Zayne kissed you like you would disappear if he opened his eyes, his lips soft and tender against yours.
It made your heart full to bursting, overwhelmed by the love of it all.
Taking the lead, Zayne helped to reposition you on his lap, this new angle allowing you to control what came next.
The moon was his unwilling accomplice, painting you in the most alluring light. Its rays shone brightly, illuminating the brightness of your hair, your skin.
You gleamed like treasured jade right in his arms, and Zayne would never let you go again. Not in this life, or the next.
You were his to treasure, to hold. To cherish and loveâhis obedience to Astra be damned.
He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, bringing you into his arms; feeling you lift your hips and gingerly take him. The tightness of you, enveloping him slowly, drove him mad with need.
But, Zayne reined his lust in, focused on your pleasure. He would never do anything to hurt you; all he desired for was to see you happy.Â
You are doing so well, he praised, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Good girl. Thatâs itâgo on and make yourself feel good.
Emboldened by his praise, you braced your hands on his chest, wincing at the stretch.Â
It wasnât the first time you had taken him, your months of courtship blooming into a rapid need of each other.
But, it was the first time you were doing it so publicly, boldly declaring your claim on one another.
If anyone walked by, word would soon reach the wrong people of this escapade. But, you couldnât bring yourself to care.Â
You wanted Zayne, needed him like you needed air.
He was as enamored as you were, watching you take him.Â
You were a vision above him, a moonlit dream he could only wish to hold onto for the rest of his life.
âYou truly are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,â he breathed, placing his palm on your cheek. The melted look of devotion in his eyes was second to how secure and safe he made you feel.
With Zayne, nothing was closed off or too muchâeverything was in order, right and sweet as it was meant to be.
Your head lolled back, the pleasure taking center stage to this act of consummation burning your veins.
âZayne⊠you feel so goodâŠâ
The sound of his loverâs praise drove him into a frenzy, and he let his immaculate self-restraint slip; giving into the vulnerability.Â
Zayneâs beautiful emerald eyes glimmered, taking in the heavenly sight of your smooth skin, your hard nipples carving a silhouette of erotic desire in the barely-lit night.Â
He leaned up to gently run his tongue over them, trailing goosebumps across your chest. You moaned, lost in the haze of the pleasure, putty to his whims.
âI cannot believe you all mineâŠâ His voice broke, trailing off into awe.Â
Dedicated to showing you his entire devotion, Zayne let his innermost thoughts flow freely.Â
âThe way the moon shines upon you⊠the luster of your hair in the night⊠gods above, you feel like a fever dream, my love.â
A soft whimper left your kiss-swollen lips. Zayne ran his thumb over your lower lip.Â
âDo you feel it?â His breath is heavy and desire-filled.
He could not wait to see you coming undone for him.
âHow much do I belong to you?â Infused with yearning, his words made you tremble. âI am all yours tonight. I want to give you everything you desire.â
ZayneâŠ
He grunted, the sound of his name on your lips a glimpse of heaven opening up.
Sweat beaded on his brow, a droplet trailing from between your breasts to roll down towards where you were connected.
Zayne halted its path with his tongue, lapping at it gently. He ran his tongue over the curve of your jaw, across your pulse pointâstopping to nip and suck the tender flesh until he was sure the marks of his affection would bloom upon your skin.
The idea of anyone taking one look at you and immediately deducing you belonged to him drove him wild with desire.
He wanted to mark you, inside and out.
You belonged to him and no one else.
Not to the world, not to your people or your books.
But, to him.
And he belonged to you.Â
The moon rays seemed to blister his skin, an angry curse waiting to consume him whole. But, Zayne didnât care for the warning, making a mockery of his god by claiming his beloved right under His light.
He brought you in for a tender kiss, just as your walls shuddered around him.Â
The romantic atmosphere, the way his tender gaze bore into your soul⊠was all too much for you to hold back.
But, before you could come undone, Zayne stilled your hips, a pinch on his brow.
He captured your lips in a heated kiss, one which silenced your moans and protests, giving you what you longed for.
Zayne picked up his pace, surprising you with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
âThat look on your face,â he murmured huskily. âI love it. I love when you rely on me to come undone, my love.â
Your toes curled, his heated words making a shiver of need run down your spine.
âZayneâŠâ
Yes, my love. He moved his hand between your thighs, teasing you with delicate circles on your flushed nub.
What is it you desire?
âYou.âÂ
He smirked, hearing the desire and need in your tone.
âYou have me.â
The ball of heat tightening in your belly demanded to be released.
No⊠I need you in a different way.
In what way? He raised a brow, looking irresistibly smug.Â
Your lover intended for you to say it out loud. To tell him explicitly what it is you needed.
Wetting your lips, you shifted your hips, feeling the head of his length graze your sweet spot.
You winced, and murmured, I need you to make me come undone.Â
But, Zayne was adamant on drawing out your needs.
âJust a little longer,â he promised. âI swear it will feel better once it is drawn out.â
You trusted him, letting him take his time.
âYouâre pleasing me so well tonight, my love,â he praised in a soft voice, the look of devotion in his eyes never wavering. âI think I can give you what you are yearning forâŠâ
However, his promises came with a caveat:Â
âOnly if you beg for it nicely.â
A jolt of arousal sparked through your bloodstream, tightening your walls around him.
Zayne grunted, his composure hanging by a loose thread.
The circles on your clit grew sloppier, a sign of his unraveling.
You couldnât hold back the need any longer, digging your nails into his shoulders.
âPleaseâŠâ your thin whisper illuminated the dark interior of the barge.Â
Please, Zayne. I need this⊠I need youâŠ
Not one to push his beloved too hard, Zayne relented instantly; his chest swelling with pride at your obedient response.
Surging forward, he wrapped a hand around your waist, bringing you down onto the plush pillows as he took over.
Undulating his hips, he felt you falling apart underneath himâyour toes curling, fingers lacing through his hair, tugging hard.Â
Already coming undone? I can feel your control slipping, my loveâŠ
Yes, yes. You chanted, squeezing your eyes shut.Â
Languidly nuzzling your neck, Zayneâs command was a heated whisper into your ear.
I know you need thisâI can feel how much you need it. Let go, my love.Â
It was the permission you needed. In an instant, you spilled over, following his command, always his obedient, sweet lover.Â
He worked you through your contractions, feeling your entire body tensing under his touch. His cock splitting your walls over and over again drove you to the peak of your second release, and Zayne took pride in how you dug your heels into his lower back, crying out his name.
The official didnât care who would be hearing; if the universe would conspire later to end him for his disobedience.
He couldn't think about anything else, not when you slumped into his arms, his voice a low hum; mumbling reassurances into the hollow of your throat.Â
Careful to pull out and release into his own palm, Zayne didnât care for your muffled outcry. He wouldnât dare besmirch your body with his seed inside or outâprioritizing your dignity above all else.
The dark-haired man was careful to wipe his release on a spare silk handkerchief he brought onto the barge, taking another one to wipe the mess you made between your thighs.
Sated and glowing from your release, you let him work on you, quietly enjoying the devotion in his eyes and touch.Â
Zayneâs smile was soft and hazy as he pulled you on top of him, letting your head rest on his chest.Â
Longer, sturdier and calloused fingers traced patterns on your back, watching how the moon shone through the slanted windows, drawing shadows over the expanse of your skin.
His arms wrapped tightly around, pulling you deeper into his embrace, unwilling to let go.Â
Outside the boat, a storm began to brew, dark clouds closing in and concealing the moon from sight.Â
The balminess of the night gave way to a blessed, cooling drizzle, enveloping the boat much like his arms, keeping you safe and grounded.Â
With the light of the moon extinguished, the glow of your smile became the brightest thing in the night as you leaned in, cradling his face,Â
âAre you alright?â he asked softly.Â
His love for you shone brighter than any celestial being could, limitless and profound, as he lost himself in the warmth of your touch.
âI am perfect.â
Not one to give him a moment of peace, you cheekily quipped:
"So, does this mean you are giving me a month's supply of rabbit candy?"
Zayne's eyes twinkled, and he chuckled, shaking his head at your question.
"If I recall," he turned you over, pinning you back onto the pillows, desire alighting his usually stoic and steady gaze.
"It was not I whose composure wavered, my little one."
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ONE. OCTOBER 1 | FUCK OR DIE
GOT ME CALLING OUT FOR HELP (S-O-S) [3.8k]
in retrospect, it was only a matter of time before you got hit. you should consider yourself lucky â there are worse fates than being fucked like your life depends on it (itâs gotham. of course it does) or: you get hit and jason deals with the fallout
content warnings. f!reader, dubious consent due to intoxication, chemical aphrodisiac, established relationship, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, prevention of pulling out.
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It goes like this:
On a monday evening, Pamela fucking Isley decides to take her quarrel with Gotham's newest weapons company â God, could they fucking give it a break? B had only busted the last one a few weeks ago before they'd brought the city down on everyone â to new heights.
Jason's sitting in traffic with a bag of groceries slung around the handle of his bike when he gets the call. He's eager to beat you home, ready to make you dinner and heavily intent on wining and dining you after a long weekend of missing each other.
His fingers tap against his thighs impatiently, impatience sitting beneath his skin like an itch. Spikes of activity during the week had meant his plans for Friday night â dinner and a deserved night off â had been pushed to the backburner. He'd returned home in the early stillness of dawn, unable to get more than a couple of hours with you before your phone had rung, a friend's emergency pulling you out of bed with an apologetic grimace and a promise to reschedule your date night.
The headset in his ear notifies him of an incoming call, the syllables of your name dulled by the clinical, robotic voice of his phone's intelligence system. His mouth curves up into a smile beneath his helmet.
"Hi, baby," he answers immediately. "I'm on my way home, you need anything? I just left the store but I can go backâ"
You cut him off in a tight voice. Later, he'll be ashamed that the first thing that comes to mind is, not another fucking postponement. Now, his brows furrow at your tone, stomach dipping uncertainly when it becomes clear that this is something more serious.
Your voice wobbles, high-pitched and tearful. At the same time, the dash on his bike begins to flash in rapid succession, the paging system he'd installed for the bats to communicate with him glaring back at him, blood red.
ORACLE: CHEMICAL LEAK DOWNTOWN. BATS + R.ROBIN EN ROUTE. ALL UNITS STANDBY.
His dread plummets and for a moment his throat closes over. You're speaking to him but he struggles to make it out through the ringing in his ears.
"Jason, I'm â I'm home but I don't â I don't know what to do."
He bites back a curse and tries to swallow the lump in his throat, grappling for words of comfort.
"It's okay," he soothes, straining to keep his voice level. "Listen, sweetheart, can you go lock the door for me? I'm â shit â I'll be home soon, alright? It'll be okay. We'll fix it."
He doesn't give himself time to linger on the call after you confirm you've locked it, barking out a command to dial Oracle that his system fails to pick up twice, only registering after he steadies himself.
She picks up on the third ring. It irritates him how unfazed she sounds when he explains the situation to her. He hears the click of her keyboard in the background, the hum of her monitors. Each passing second as she patches through to Nightwing is agony and the slow crawl of traffic does little to help.
His leg has begun to jostle the bike with the weight of its shaking when she returns to their call.
"You're not going to like this," she says and he feels the bile rising in his throat.
"What." He grits it out through his teeth, unable to manage much more than that. He hears Oracle sigh.
"Looks like an aphrodisiac," she says clinically. "Her plan was to get them caught compromised enough to lose credit publicly."
"Oracle." She hears his growl for what it is â Tell me whether or not it's over.
"It's non-lethal," she affirms and he sighs harshly. The tightness in his chest loosens ever so slightly as she talks. "Ivy let it off near city hall because most of the shareholders were scheduled to hold a meeting â that's where your girl works, right? Alf's working on an antidote but she should be relatively fine until it's ready. Just â keep an eye on her."
Tim joins the line then and Jason startles at the sound of his voice in his ear.
"I don't know what the fuck she wanted to achieve," the boy grumbles. He's a little out of breath and in any other situation, Jason would have something to say about that. Tonight, he's not in the mood for jokes.
"Red," he barks out. The kid makes a distracted noise, and he can hear the sounds of a scuffle on the other end. "You tell Ivy if anything happens to my girl, I'll make sure she's next."
He doesn't wait to hear what's sure to be a non-committal answer at best, kicking off and veering between the lined up vehicles. There's an outroar from the drivers around him, laying on their car horns. Someone pokes their head out of their window to scream at him.
He hears none of it, the blood rushing in his ears keeping him single-minded.
This string that twines him to you isn't new. It wears signs of age, shows the years in the way his fingers reach for yours in the early moments of his day, the turn of your eyes to his in any room. He's seen a few summers with you at his side but the fear â
Blood, coagulating, the cold brush of death, splintered wood beneath nails and a haunting smile
â the fear never stagnates.
A bitter, resigned shard of him breathes out as he speeds through the streets. A veritable sword over his crown, this almost seems expected. Loathing colours the skyline and he, the fool, to think he could hold this one, precious, beloved thing unscathed.
He forgoes the groceries in his haste, leaving the bags in his haste to throw himself up the stairs and out of the parking garage. Pulse thundering in his ears, sweat coating his palms, he scrabbles with the key to your shared apartment.
The door flies open and a hand is grabbing him by the front of his shirt before he can slot it through the lock.
You, wild-eyed and frantic, pull him inside with a bitten off sob.
"Shh, shh, I'm here, come here."
He kicks the door shut, reaching behind him to flip the locks with one hand. The other curls you protectively to his chest, fingers splaying over your back. The sight of you calms him considerably and he chokes out a stuttered breath, the lump in his throat dissolving to give way for a flood of relief.
You're burning in his arms, the thin undershirt you've got on soaked through with sweat, face glowing with perspiration. Eyebrows knitted, you cling to him tighter and he finds himself making noises of comfort.
"Jason, I â"
"Shh. I know, honey, I know," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are tearful, salt spilling over lashes and rolling down your cheeks. "Come on, let's get you to lie down."
"No," you whine, pitching miserably as he shuffles the both of you towards your bedroom, face creasing with every movement. "Hurts."
"I know," he whispers, hating the way his voice cracks. His eyes burn painfully. "'ll get you a towel, alright?"
You're deposited on the bed and he makes a turn for the bathroom, wetting a cloth. When he enters the bedroom again you've pushed yourself up, kneeling on the bed. You've shed the pants you'd worn earlier, left now in only and undershirt and your underwear. His name falls from your lips pitifully and he steps forward, lips turning down into a commiserating frown.
You shy away from the cloth when he presses it against your forehead, letting out a hiss as it makes contact with your burning skin. He brings a hand to the nape of your neck and you seem to like that much better, sighing under his touch. Jason takes advantage of this to keep you in place, mopping the sweat off your face and neck, trying his best not to give into your dissatisfied squirming.
"I know, I'm an asshole," he mutters, when you cry out his name, displeasure making itself clear on your face. "Get better so you can yell at me for it, alright?"
"Don't wanna â yell at you," you mumble, wetting your lips as they part.
He clocks the dilation of your pupils a little too late and shakes his head adamantly, trying to draw back but you've got a hold of his shirt, pulling him forward. He catches himself with a hand agains the headboard, a knee pressing into the mattress beneath him.
You stare up at him, mouth turning down into a pained grimace.
"C'mon honey," he mutters, pleading, feeling his face flood with warmth. "Don't do this to me. Be good, you'll be alright, okay? Any minute they're gonna call and tell me Alf's got an antidote ready â shit, maybe we should just drive you there now -"
"No," you sob, face crumpling under the weight of your tears again, pushing up on your knees to fling your arms around his shoulders. The effort of the movement makes you stutter out a gasp and he's forced to band an arm around your waist to steady the both of you.
Your tears wet the skin of his neck, your body pressed flush against his. He becomes aware, regrettably, of the skin beneath his fingers, your undershirt having ridden up to expose the softness of your lower back.
"Please," you hiccup into his shoulder. "Please, Jason â Please."
He'll have to ask Oracle later if second-hand exposure to the toxin is supposed to have an effect on him. At the touch of your chest to his, he feels himself warm all over, mouth drying when you begin to keen, arching up into his touch in an effort to get him to do something.
"Fuck," he curses. "Fuck. Alright, just â come here."
He kicks his shoes off, the sneakers clattering against the floor, and crawls onto the bed properly. Sat up against the headboard, he meets your baleful gaze with a raised brow and reaches for you.
Jason shakes his head when you go to straddle his lap, maneuvering you against his chest until your back rests against it. You let out a whimper, displeased, but he shakes his head.
"This is all you're getting, alright? Just â it'll tide you over until they call."
He spreads your legs until they hang over his own, your thighs bracketing his and leaving you open. His blood thunders in his ears, hand trembling as he reaches it up to your mouth, fingers prodding at the soft plush of your lips.
Your tongue laves at his digits, a muffled moan trapped in the recesses of your throat. One of your hands curls around his wrist, the other perching against his thigh, nails curling against the fabric of his jeans. He can feel you shift against him, hips canting ever so slightly over his own.
Awful, wretched, lecherous, he stiffens under the movement, jeans tightening. His free hand wraps around you hip with the intent of pinning you in place and stopping you. Somehow, he finds himself guiding you back and forth instead.
You tip your head back against his shoulder, baring the soft line of your throat as you drool around his fingers. He can feel the wetness pooling around his knuckles, the softness of your ass against him, separated only by a few layers. If he cranes his neck, he'll probably find your panties sticky with your need. The thought alone makes his eyes flutter.
The room is blanketed in muffled whimpers, the whispers of rustling sheets and his shaky breaths. You've quietened down some since he'd gotten his fingers in your mouth, but the heat seems to have returned with a vengeance when you begin to fuss in his lap again. Your fingers dig into his thigh and you whine, tugging at his wrist in an effort to push his hand where you need it most.
He hushes you with a squeeze to your hip and tips your face to meet his. Bleary eyed, silvery tracks smattered across your cheeks, you're struggling to hold on. He lowers his mouth to yours, a chaste kiss that deepens when you part your lips to lick into his mouth.
"Jason, come on."
"No, don't take it off," he whispers when your hands make to tug your underwear off. You whine and he hushes you again, "Shh, I'm going to take care of you, be patient for me, alright?"
He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and watches you shudder at the first swipe. Similarly affected, he feels himself twitch when his fingers make contact with the soft slickness of your flesh, gliding against silken folds.
"Oh," you sigh, sagging slightly into him.
"There you go." He presses a kiss to your sweaty temple, trying to pretend this is just another night together and he's being a loving boyfriend, that you're not delirious with want just because of the toxin running through your bloodstream. "That's my girl."
He presses gentle circles against you, closing his eyes and ghosting his mouth over the curve of your shoulder. The smell of sex is thick in the air, that heady musk and sweat that he could drown in. Your breaths come in pants now as he works you open gently, thumb rolling over your centre.
"Just like that," he rumbles, straining to keep his head on straight. It's difficult, when you arch against him, his name spilling from your lips in adoration coloured mewls. Your arm raises, curling behind you to embrace his neck.
It doesn't take you very long to come, pent up and sensitive â he discovers this when his hand grazes over your chest to stroke your face and you keen so loud he fears he'll come in his pants at the sound, your mouth, bitten raw, dropping open as you moan. A few strokes against your centre and you come apart in his arms, hard. The tremors wrack your body long after the fact, your core pulsing around his fingers.
He, ever the fool, expects this to sate your hunger.
Whatever Ivy's put in her newest concoction is potent. You gather your breath quick enough and it becomes apparent that just the one isn't nearly enough. He's pushed back against the headboard, stunned into silence as you clamber onto his thigh, pawing at him like you can't get close enough.
You struggle with the fabric of his shirt before giving up and any questions he has sputter off into silence when you begin to rock back and forth on him. The denim of his jeans is unforgiving against the thin, sodden material of your underwear, providing a harsh friction that you lose yourself to. He watches, his heart racing, you taking your pleasure for yourself.
It isn't as though you've never done this in front of him â he remembers, blurry, the aftermath of a dinner date that had seen you riding his thigh on the couch, still in your dress.
But this⊠This feels different.
There's an urgency to this, a franticness running beneath your skin that pushes your hips down harder, more unforgiving. Your face screws up, salt misting your cheeks and neck.
For a moment, Jason almost feels as though he's the one that's been hit. You take on a blurry quality, smudged around the edges like wet paint, wanton, hazy. A gauzy film over his eyes, he blinks, and blinks.
When you come once more, it shatters and he's aware of the stain that's bled into the dark denim on his thigh, a stickiness that's smeared between your thighs. Your panties are ruined and he gulps when he drags his gaze up from between your legs to your face.
Quiet, hungry, you're already staring at him. Your chest heaves with exertion but you remain still otherwise, lips parting in invitation, eyes half-lidded.
"Babyâ"
"You said you'd take care of me," you intone beseeching, voice affecting a trembling, delicate quality.
Fuck.
He's never been good at denying you much. Already, he feels the urge to take you into his arms and promise to make it better, but he forces his hand to stay, curling his fingers in the bedsheets.
You crawl forward, until your lips are ghosting over his, eyes swallowing his field of vision until all he can see are the stars in your irises. He feels the
"Jason, please, it still hurts," you whimper quietly, a wounded noise that carves him from the inside out, guilt and shame poisoning his every nerve. He's at war with himself, wanting to ease your pain â he feels responsible for it, in a way â and hesitating similarly. Is this right? Is it okay?
Before he can come up with an answer, you press your mouth to his.
The last of his inhibitions crumbles completely under the plush of your mouth.
He rolls the both of you over, relishing in the gasp you let out, the sight of you splayed against the mattress. He's quick to divest himself of his clothes, tugging his shirt off recklessly, not minding the sound of ripping fabric he vaguely registers hearing. The jeans go next, and his underwear in one, flung to some corner of the bedroom.
Your spit slick mouth curves up into a delighted, drunken smile when he crawls over you, body eclipsing yours with every intent of ravishing you.
Jason holds himself up with one hand, the other reaching to the bedside table and rummaging in the drawer for the box he keeps there. Only, he comes up short and dread dawns over him in a cold wave when he remembers â
He'd used the last of the condoms a few nights ago. It hadn't mattered in the last couple of days, the weekend too busy for the both of you to do much else but curl up next to each other, too exhausted to consider working up a sweat.
"Fuck," he whispers, shaking. "Fuck, baby, there aren't, umâŠ"
Your eyes fill with tears at the unfinished sentence, a hiccuped sob stuttering out of your chest.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he tries to soothe you, a hand smoothing down your face. "I'll just â I'll run to the store, I'll be back before you know it."
"No, please, justâ" Watery eyed and upset, you tug him closer as though fearing he'll take off. "I don't care, I don't, I just â I need you, Jason. Please."
He stares at you, heart thundering in his ears. "Fuck you without â"
"Need you now," you whimper, lips tugging down pitifully into a pout that cuts through his chest.
It isn't as though this is his first time fucking you raw â
Tipsy laughter, hushed whispers of it's fine, just once, we'll get the morning after pill.
â but still. This is different, another ballpark entirely.
You stare up at him, desperation in every crease and curve of your face, pleading with him. Too far gone to care, you beg him.
"I'll, um," he rasps out, throat dry, "I'll pull out."
You make some sort of noise that sounds like a vague affirmation, tugging him closer hastily. Poor, pretty girl. His chest aches at the sight of you, needy, looking to him to fix it.
"I'll fix it," he finds himself muttering, lining himself up with your entrance. You've similarly taken to murmuring under your breath, hands carding through his hair, devotion in your every touch.
"Need you so bad, please, please, baby."
The slick that smears against his head, the soft warmth of you, nearly makes his eyes roll back into his head. A drawn out whimper spills from your lips at the press of his hips, the first inches of him pushing into your tight heat.
You sink into the mattress as he notches himself further inside, mouth opening. You paint an obscene picture, your lips bitten raw, naked chest arched. He lowers his head to mouth at your nipples, teeth teasing at the sensitive points. You're warm, so warm beneath him â around him.
He's given only a moment to breathe before you push your hips up, impatient. Fucking yourself against him, your fingers dig into the muscle of his back for leverage, tucking him close enough to you that he brushes against your neck and tastes the salt on your skin.
Jason sets a harried pace, bucking forward against you. You begin to cry out again, every resounding slap of his skin against yours drawing out a moan that curls tight around him and presses down on his stomach. You exchange panted breaths between open mouthed kisses, tongues and teeth clashing messily, muffled pleas that beg for more, more, more.
Filthy, debauched, it doesn't take very long for you to approach your peak. Jason, lost in the wetness of your cunt, feels his own building and knows this is a dangerous game he's playing, toeing the line of recklessness.
"Close," he pants, feeling the tell-tale fluttering of you around him, your orgasm imminent. If he can just hold out until he's gotten you there â
Your legs wrap around him, hold so tight he's not able to do much more than rock against you in desperate, quick rolls of his hips.
"Inside," you warble. Your hands come to cradle his head, coaxing him down to kiss you, licking up into his mouth sweetly, teeth catching on his bottom lip. "Mmh, please, baby? Please? I â Jason â want it so bad, need you inside."
"Oh fuck," he gasps, voice hitching, breath stuttering. His face creases, overcome, and you grin, dazed, drunken, pulling him into another sloppy kiss. What's he to do?
You scream into his mouth at the same time that Jason comes. His vision whitens at the sensation of your pulsing heat, the unforgiving tightening that demands his orgasm. His fingers dig into the soft flesh at your hips, burying himself to the hilt and surrendering to your claim.
Warm and wet around him, the evidence of his debauchery coats the inside of your thighs and clings to the base of him. He's light-headed, a little winded, and it takes him a moment to gather his sensibilities. When he looks down, he finds you a boneless puddle beneath him, eyelids fluttering tiredly.
He should pull out. He knows he ought to â but he's broken so many rules, what's another? Jason gathers you in his arms and rolls over gently, tucking you against his chest, a hand skimming up and down the length of your spine comfortingly.
"Fuck," he whispers out into the air, and you murmur atop him. He glances down, meeting your bleary eyes. "Y'just had to go and get caught in that crossfire, huh?"
"N'my fault," you grumble, pressing your face back into his chest.
"Gonna give me a heart attack," he grumbles, dropping a kiss to your crown. Then, with a look over at the bedside table, he jostles you a bit. "Hey. Don't fall asleep. We still have to get you the antidote."
"Wake me when 's ready," is your answer, tone somehow managing a prissiness unexpected of someone who'd just been fucked to within an inch of their life, and he drops his head back into the pillows, incredulous.
This girl would be the death of him.
first kinktober 2024 fic let's go!! i genuinely didn't think i was going to be able to commit to kinktober this year (i'm still nervous about whether i'll be able to) because finals are literally just around the corner and i'm stressing. but hopefully you enjoyed the first installment to this year's kinktober and the coming ones don't disappoint, either!
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The Easiest Way to Manifest/The Ultimate Beginnerâs Guide to Manifesting! (My Personal Method)
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What if I told you there was a way to instantly manifest whatever youâve ever wanted?
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Iâm talking like, you think it and it appears minutes (or even seconds with practice) right before your eyes?
If youâre interested, this is how.
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Introduction:
So, letâs get into it. Hey, if you donât know me, Iâm kinda new here on Tumblrânew like I just started posting today type shit. (I literally set up my account hours ago.) Iâve been scrolling on this app for atleast a month now and Iâve been seeing some posts that are pretty helpful, so I just want to give my personal advice to any of those who are struggling. (Because that used to be me.) I wanna start this off with a warningâŠ
Warning: If this doesnât resonate with you, take what you like and leave the rest. If my advice doesnât help you out it doesnât have to! And donât force yourself to use my technique if it feels weird to do or something you arenât comfortable with. But if my method doesnât work for you, (which I highly doubt because this can work with anyone and everyone) then maybe it just wasnât meant to be. And also, I am not a professional. I am merely a vessel trying to pass my knowledge on to others. But, I do consider myself a Master at Manifesting, only because Iâve Mastered it. And my only goal is to help you Master it too. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to drop a comment or a DM. Thanks!
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The Law:
In this technique, I will be using the Law of Assumption. If youâre not sure what this is, let me explainâŠ
The Law of Assumption is a universal Law for manifestation. As the name suggests, it means assuming. Everything you assume will become your reality. Practicing the Law of Assumption means realizing that the 4D (Your mental reality, your imagination) is the only thing that matters, not your 3D (Your physical reality, the thing youâre seeing right in front of your 2 eyes.)
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(Side Note: I use âLOAâ to abbreviate/shorten âLaw of Assumption.â Both of these terms will be highlighted in pink for your understanding. Also, the 4D is your imagination and the 3D is the physical world around you. I suggest you remember these terms.)
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An Example Scenario of Using The Law:
Example: Letâs say, I really want a soda. But Iâm laying down in my bed, so obviously, I canât see a soda in front of me. But, using the LOA, I can get my soda. Hereâs howâŠ
So, Iâm sitting here in my bed really wishing I had a soda in my hands. To manifest a soda, I will use the LOA. To use the LOA, I will either think or speak out loud, whatever you want to do, to manifest. I will start thinking. âDamn. I really want a soda right now. I know Iâll get my soda. I want it so I can get it. I will have my soda, one way or another.â And a couple minutes later, I got a text from my parent saying they brought me a soda from the gas station. (Yes this example is a true story on how I started manifesting using the LOA for the first time.)
If youâre not picking up what Iâm putting down, let me break it down. Hereâs what just happened in that example:
1. I really wanted something (in this case the âsomethingâ was a soda)
2. I started to think about how I wanted it, then I assumed that I would get it, one way or another.
3. Boom! I got my desire. (Which was the soda in this case.)
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Breaking It Down:
See how easy that was? Within minutes I got my desire in only 3 easy steps. If youâre still confused, let me explainâŠ
What happened there was I identified what I wanted (AKA: My desire being something I wanted.) Then, I used the LOA to manifest my desire to becoming my reality. Then naturally, the 3D followed what I thought in my 4D.
Literally the only thing I did was think what I wanted to happen and it happened in front of my eyes.
You: âBut why? But how? How is that even possibleââ
What happened was I thought something in my imagination (my 4D) and the physical world (the 3D) conformed because the 4D will always be in charge of the 3D.
Think of the 3D as a chief in a restaurant. The 4D is the waiter, and you are a customer in that restaurant. Letâs say you wanted to manifest a soda, so youâd say, âWaiter! I would like one soda please.â And the waiter, (The 4D) writes down in his notepad that you ordered a soda. The waiter would then go to the back and go tell the chief (The 3D) what you ordered, and then the chief would make it, and then you would get it.
Thatâs what the 3D and 4D are. Youâd âtell the waiter what you want to orderâ (AKA: Think in your brain using your imagination/4D what you want to manifest) Then the âchief would cook up what you ordered and youâd get your order.â (AKA: The 3D will make what you manifested happen in your physical world and your manifestation would appear in front of your eyes.)
Hopefully now you understand what the LOA is, how to use it, and what happens when you do use it.
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What Happens When I Manifest Something and The 3D doesnât conform?
Let me say this now: That is impossible. It is impossible for your 3D to not conform to the 4D. The 3D only will NOT conform when you ASSUME it wonât.
Your assumptions will become your reality. To change your assumptions, use your thoughts and imagination, (AKA: the 4D) and your 4D will become your 3D.
Assumptions are thoughts. Thoughts are your reality.
Read those 2 sentences again until they are memorized.
Donât you see? Do you understand how easy it is?
So letâs say, you manifested something, imagined it (using the 4D) and it didnât appear right infront of your eyes. Donât panic. Itâs okay. Take a breather, and tell yourself that you will get your desire. You imagined it in the 4D, and after reading this post, youâre sure that the 3D will conform because it WILL. Just persist in the fact that you WILL get your desire.
(Do you get what Iâm saying here? Assume, assume, assume. Assume you will get your desire. Assume it will come quickly. Assume that itâs easy because it is! When in doubt, assume, assume, assume.)
If you donât get your desire, itâs because youâre assuming (AKA: Thinking) that it wonât. Assume that you can and will manifest, and it will.
The 3D DOES NOT MATTER. You know why? Because, Iâll repeat,
Assumptions are thoughts. Thoughts are your reality.
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A Step By Step Tutorial:
1. Identify what you want to manifest.
2. Assume it will happen by thinking.
3. You get your desire.
You can assume things many ways. Here are my favorite ways in the form of sentences:
1. Assuming it will happen in the future. (Example: Using sentences containing âI Will.â Sentences in the future tense. âI know I will get desire one way or another.â)
2. Assuming it will happen in the present. (Example: You use sentences containing âI Am.âSentences in the present tense. âI have my desire.â)
3. Assuming it already happened in the past. (Example: You use sentences containing âI Had.â Sentences in the past tense. This is also referred to as âLiving in the End.â âI already have my desire.â)
Remember that all of these ways are ways to manifest. There is no better one than the otherâuse what works best for you! (I personally use all 3 ways all the time. They all work the same way and for me, not one is better then the other. Theyâre all great and they all work. Use what works best for you!!! Donât let anyone tell you one works better then the other because thatâs simply not true. Iâve manifested using all three and so can you!)
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Summary And Last Thoughts:
In order to manifest, you only need to figure out what you want to manifest, then think about it as an assumption, (one of the 3 ways I listed above, using a Past, Present, or Future sentence) and then just wait knowing you will get your desire.
Notice how in this post I never covered the âhowâ or the âwhen.â (The only âhowâ I covered was how manifestation works with the 4D and 3D, nothing beyond that.) Because you donât need to focus on those things! Focus on manifesting, NOT how it happens or when. The only time you should be focusing on the when is when you are manifesting your desire to come quicker.
Also notice how in this post, it was a continuous cycle ofâŠ
Thoughts=Assumptions
Thoughts+Assumptions=Your Desired Reality
Anyone can manifest. And this isnât the only way to manifest, this is one method of many. Itâs easy when you assume itâs easy!
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I hope this post helped atleast someone. Have a good evening, morning, or afternoon. If you have a question or concern, feel free to drop a comment or send a DM.
The ultimate Law of Assumption song (You deserve your manifestation and thatâs why you should get it!)
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Sincerely,
Your Neighborly Werido
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IYCRTTBFO - Joel Miller x reader
Summary/ warmings: dbf! Joel is also a cam model, a lot of masturbation, a lot of dirty talk, nudes, light(ish) daddy kink, sex toy mentions, and use, cunnilingus, filming, creampies, at least two references to Wheeler Walker Jr. songs, big fat age gap, Sara delegated to Joel's niece, author loves dilfs, especially this one, author entered a fugue state and this emerged
You couldn't sleep. It started at college, when you were working part-time while doing your masters thesis. Your night shift ended at 2.30 in the morning. Then, by the time you went to bed, you were struggling to shake off the buzzing energy. Your body was tired, and your mind was elsewhere. So you turned to the only true, tried and tested method of getting yourself to sleep. Masturbation. Low effort, porn video you've already watched, finger rubbing your clit, masturbation. It worked for about a week. Then your "sessions" got longer. And longer. You had to spend an hour now, chasing your orgasm. Begging yourself to cum. Getting more frustrated and then practically passing out like a log. You got good sleep out of it. But also it was getting painful. Your clit would hurt, a short stabbing pain taking your mind off of your thesis critique. Not that you were too keen on hearing about the feedback on your research model. So you were going to quit, cold turkey style. On the one hand, your insomnia persisted. Now you had replaced porn with your self assigned reading. But that did not help you sleep, just made you more cranky. Your cycadian rhythm was fucked beyond belief. So you moved through life half- asleep, always spending your days off napping. Morning meetings were rough and when you slept through an internship interview at 1, you knew enough was enough.
Back to flicking the bean to not be mean. You just figured you needed a change of scenery, so to speak. You considered OnlyFans, ready to be shelling out your hard earned cash for tasteful nudes (perhaps those of Markiplier or something like that). But that wouldn't be personal enough. You tried audio stuff, but the JOIs weren't really catered to you. Yes, they had your kinks. Or the pet names you liked. But never together, never quite enough. And call it conditioning, but you wanted something familiar. A certain Austin draw, a slice of the Texas you were far away from. But alas, your cowboy was not on Quinn or soundgasm. So you went old-school.
Girls like you weren't even supposed to know about camming sites. It was such a retro thing, more of your father's and Joel's generation. But it was thanks to the former's inability to delete a browser history that you were here. The landing page of the website was fine. You had to make the choice of looking at women, men, couples, or the trans category. Craving to see a solo cumshot, you click on "male". You should've expected that even here, it would be geared towards other guys, like most porn was. The tags of the rooms said it all. Anal. Fuckmachine. Party. But as you refreshed the home page again, someone caught your eye. It was a guy in a cowboy hat over his face. His tip goal was simple, promising a glimpse of him shirtless. It was the amount of tokens needed that amazed you, it was so high. Seriously, from your little time on the website, you could see this was a bit too self assured. But he was getting there. You clicked the video, morbid curiosity taking over. This and his username of thicktexanbeercan. A man after your own heart.
People flood in, apparently the red color of their usernames means they're part of a fan club? You wanna learn more, so you click through the whole thing. The "cam boy" or "cam man" or whatever you were supposed to call him was just welcoming people. There were other newbies like you because you were half-listening to him explaining about his mic.
"You can hear me so clearly cause I have it clipped to my neck on a fucking chocker. Which you guys should've let die in the 90s btw." You're looking at his tags of #monster cock, #daddy, #master and #orgasmguide. And when someone voices your thought of "some of us weren't even born in the 90s." you found out why. He reads it out and snorts.
"Look at you, so young and already a pathetic little pervert watching older men. What, daddy didn't love you enough, babydoll? So now you gotta come here at night and tune into me stroking my cock for you. Wishing you were on your knees, trying to take it in your bratty little mouth?". The donations explode. The sound effects of coins reverberate through your headphones. The goal is met and the stream has been on for only 15 minutes. You can't see him smile, but you can feel it, by the way his shoulders relax.
"You're such a good girl tonight, spoiling your old man. So needy, already wanting me to take off my clothes. I will, little slut, just let daddy take care of something first." He rolls his chair to the desk and takes his keyboard. You chuckle at the faded and yellowed stickers on it, they vaguely reminded you of something. The man can touch type and you've never wanted to be a pair of keys more in your life. The goal's adjusted, promising whipped cream on his chest. As he fiddles with the camera angles and wonders aloud how to best give you a show, you hover to his bio tab. The man intrigues you. Under real name, he put âCan't tell you, but my screen name is a punâ, so you guess it's Bud or even Sam Addams. His age is listed as late 40s, and when you see a glimpse of his salt and pepper chest hair, it makes sense.
This guy intrigues you. Instead of rubbing one out, you're scrolling further. There's pictures and videos. While there's one of him wearing assless chaps for free (which quickly gets saved to your phone gallery), the rest is behind a paywall. Videos of him cumming or even simple things like doing push-ups. Your palms are itching and you know your payday is coming soon. But before you end up buying a filthy mp4, you go back to the stream.
Somehow, he had made taking off a flannel sexy. Rubbing his fingers against his chest. Touching his happy trail. Then someone in the chat asked, "How much to see the good stuff?" He reads it out, chuckles, and presses a few keys, making a tip menu appear in the chat. It has the usual stuff, promises of flashing his cock or flexing his biceps. C2C and PMs (which you had learned stood for cam to cam and private messages). Then, was the more personal stuff. Nudes rating (5 photos), praise, degradation, ddlg. He clearly knew what people wanted. Was it what he craved as well, you wondered? Then came "the goods" the other person was probably talking about. Jerking off, cumming, even using a vibrator or a fleshlight on himself.
You wondered how long it would take to see the self-described "thicktexanbeercan.". But thanks to someone just as horny as you, if not more, it would be almost immediately. When the tip for "jerking off" came through, he said the person's username and then asked, "How do I thank you, using my southern charm or Austin dirtbag style?"
When the person replied with "dirtbag style," also my pronouns are she/they."he presumably glanced at the message. Probably keeping eye contact with the camera, he reaches for his belt.
"Thank you for being horny, I guess. Desperate little thing, that doesn't like to wait. Impatient darling, needing to see daddy pump his cock for you. Gonna show you exactly what you wanna see, baby.". The belt is on the ground and his jeans are around his ankles. Never did you think that a guy simply taking off his pants would be so hot. Your gaze trails from his delicious thighs to his boxers. Holy shit, even by his outline you can tell that his username isn't an exaggeration.
He pulls it out and it's the prettiest and biggest cock you've ever seen. His hand wraps around it, one slow pump he thrust into, back arching. Then he folds one arm behind his head and turns straight into the camera. You like the mystery, but wish he would show his face. His voice is breathy, he obviously likes what he's doing. And his thrusts are speeding up.
His chat is going crazy, tokens pouring in.
"You like what you see, huh? Bet you're aching to touch yourself, too. Go on, spread your pretty legs for me, and give me a show, too.". Before you know it, you're following his instructions. Pajama pants quickly pulled down, you touch yourself. And God damn, are you wet. You're fucking dripping, for this stranger on the internet. You don't have time to be embarrassed. You trail a finger against your opening, gathering the slick. Then you touch your clit, rubbing it slow and then gradually speeding up. But it's so much more intense, it's fucking electric. You glance at the clock on your phone. Look back at the man on the stream, his chest, his cock. And in a minute you're cumming. Eyes closed, pussy getting tighter and clenching around nothing orgasm. You close the stream, mortified. You go to bed and have the best sleep of your life.
By the next stream, you have an account, and you follow him. He acknowledges that, and you're tempted to already start touching yourself. But it's a Friday night, you've promised yourself that weekends are for yourself. Seeing that you pushed for Saturdays off, one would think you'd need to be up, bright and early, and going somewhere. But not this time. You had planned a slow day, where you catch up on laundry and read. But before the weekend was this. You caught on to today's stream a bit too late. Your cowboy (a middle-aged man that probably didn't know you existed) was already shirtless. He had a loofah and a mug filled with water next to him.
"One of y'all suggested I try temporary tattoos. Now, I had to go to the grocery store and get weird looks as I pumped quarters in a machine. So you better enjoy them. Or actually, if I find good ones online, I'm adding them to the wishlist.". He moves off camera and holds up two sheets of temporary tattoos, very tribal and barbed wire inspired. The other is surprisingly butterflies and unicorns.
He unbuttons his pants and lowers his boxers. You can see just the tip, straight as a ram rod. You can't help but wonder if he gets off on being watched. Your head gets filled with fantasies of him and you. Embarrassingly you're picturing him pulling out his pecker in a mundane place like Walmart and fucking you in the aisles. Maybe you just need to do better groceries, you think looking at the takeout bag from the restaurant you just spent 8 hours in. There were enough chicken nuggets in there to feed a family. You get your mind back in the gutter when the performer moans. You stare at the screen. His torso is covered in the temporary tattoo, and he's strategically placed the barbed wire around his nipples. As he drags the wet loofah against his pelvis, he groans.
"God, this is cold. Wish you were here, to warm up my cock. With your mouth or cunt or ass. Filling you so well."
This time, you come before he's even pulled out his dick. Yet you keep watching. A second orgasm gets squeezed out of you later, with the help of your dildo. When "beercan" reaches a crazy tip goal, he fucks his fleshlight. He's merciless, using the pocket pussy like a cocksleeve, whispering the most obscene stuff.
"You like that? You like it when daddy fucks you like this. Of course you do. You're so tight for me, yet you take my big cock so well. Trained you well, didn't I? Made my own little whore, that needs my cum. Beg for it.". And you do, miles away from this stranger. You orgasm with him, sex toy deep inside of you. He cums and makes the stream watch as he cleans the fleshlight with the same loofah he used earlier.
That stream basically breaks you. For some reason two intense orgasm equal a very productive day then. You're a new person. You study and work better and no longer need to fuck yourself to sleep. That you stranger whose name is Bud or Sam Addams or Miller. Not that you drink the latter anyway, so it never crosses your mind. After all, Joel is older, in his mid 50s. But what he's not above is lying on the internet. Using the world wide web to show his nasty bits to the world. And what he'd soon realize is that his best friend's daughter isn't too.
After finishing your masters thesis, you come to the harrowing reality that there's no jobs for you here. And then comes your dad's constant pestering to come home. You reject him at first. There's nothing left for you in Texas anymore, besides the family house. But then, a former high school mentor posts a job opening on their Instagram story. And it's perfect for you, aside from the fact it's in Austin. You off handedly mention it to your parents, after immediately applying. You don't expect to get it. But with interviews and all, you do. They even allow you to start a bit later, making sure you work off your part-time job shifts.
So you take the plunge and buy plane tickets. There's only one problem. The flight is so early that you'd practically have to leave your empty apartment at 4 in the morning. So you decide to pull an allnighter. You're not sure how you end up back on the chat room site. You don't even know if "thicktexanbeercan" still cams. But as you click on the page, you get a notification that he's in a live show. Feeling bold tonight, you know you wanna be a bit more adventurous. Call it what you will, but you need a shake-up. After so much uncertainty, you need to do something so out of character.
You feel the money in your pocket burns a hole in it. Yes, packing your stuff and sending it back wasn't cheap. Nor was the last-minute plane ticket (even with Spirit airlines). But you had sold a lot of your things, gotten your rental deposit back, and got your days off comped as overtime. So you were, technically, on the flipside. Now, responsible people would put that into savings. You were spending it on tokens. You wanted to be seen. So you tipped for "nudes review." Truth is, ever since your last partner in freshman year of college, it was a string of bad hookups and boring first dates. No one had seen you naked in a while. But that didn't mean you didn't have nudes. Nope, you liked taking shots of yourself in compromising positions. After all, your pretty lingerie deserved to be shown off.
So you mindlessly sent over 4 shots via the opened pm option. He moves a large IPad in front of his face to obscure it. His ever-present cowboy hat is moved to his head as he stares at your pictures. He strokes his cock, at his usual fast pace.
"Jesus fuck, darling, aren't you a treasure. Look at that ass, so perky. It would look good in red, after I'm done with you. Let's see the next one, oh, you're doing the hand bra thing. Need someone to fondle your tits, huh. Don't worry, I'd grope them for you. Put my mouth on them, tease your sensitive nipples. Fuck, let's see the third. Damn, you're stark fucking naked. What a little whore you are, showing me everything. Don't know if I wanna think about your boobs again or your hips or your pussy. Might just stick around and look at it. Only one more, okay. Fuck, that's my favorite one, doll. Even though you should've been more careful. You forgot to crop out your face. I can see your needy expression as you're rubbing your clit. Hand in your lacy black panties, must have been a special night. Who in their right mind would have let you go instead of fucking you right against the mirror you're using as a prop. Don't worry, I'll make it right. I'll give you a tribute, right here. How's that sound, darling? You want this old man to cover your photo with his cum in front of thousands of people?".
Any fear or shame you've had is long gone. You don't only want that, you need it. You type a "please, daddy" in the chat. His groan fills your headphones. He fumbles, balancing his hat on his nose. For the first time, you see a glimpse of his face. His tongue wets his lips as he zooms on the iPad, making sure that others only see from your chest down. He jerks his cock over it, painting his screen with spurts of his cum.
"That was intense, think I'll put you on hold for a bit. It's been a while since a first orgasm drained me like that. Daddy will be back soon." He says and pauses the broadcast. Truth is, his cock would be hard again in a minute. It was the fact that he came to you that was haunting him. His best friend's daughter. A girl who was younger than his niece. A woman who was coming back to Texas after leaving as a 19 year old. Then you were still awkward and Joel would never look at you twice. You were a child, for God's sake. But now, some years later you had shed your baby face. You were a fucking bombshell. And he was about to implode.
After a whirlwind rest of the stream, you go to the airport and catch your flight. Despite being a full-grown adult, your parents insist on picking you up. You're back in your childhood bedroom, surrounded by boxes of your new life. You notice that some stuff from before is missing.
"Hey dad, where's the old blueetoth keyboard we bought when the laptop was on the fritz? Might need it for work." You ask. You're sure you can easily write down notes on your phone or on paper. But there was something satisfying about hooking up your old iPad to a keyboard and typing. Maybe it's the fact that it got you through college twice that has you feeling sentimental. Maybe it's the truth that your parents didn't know you bought it, and now you had to use it daily to justify spending money on it. Either way, your dad replied with
"Oh, I gave that to Joel. He said he was starting some new call center job and needed it. Working on European projects, so he's always busy at night. Must pay a pretty penny, he's always got packages on his doorstep. You should see his new pickup truck too, she's a beauty." Your father said.
"Didn't need the whole prologue, dad. Can you just get it back?" You ask.
"Now come on honey, you're a grown woman. You can go over and ask him yourself. He's not gonna eat you." Your dad insists, and you have to agree. With a resigned "At least text him and tell him I'm on the way.", you go. There's no use arguing. You can not explain to your dad that when you were 19, you wanted nothing more than Joel taking your virginity. That now, years after, you still wouldn't mind a sip of that can of Miller.
One of the reasons your dad and Joel were friends was the fact that you could get to the latter's house in about 15 minutes. You're there in less, ringing the doorbell and waiting. Joel emerges in a moss green bathrobe and grey sweatpants. His hair is tousled, and it's obvious that he was sleeping. You'd feel bad if he didn't greet you with a
"What the fuck do you want, I ain't buying anything. Oh. It's you. Hey, kiddo.". Your eyes go to the mat on his front porch, but not before taking in his cock. Was he hard? Had you interrupted an intimate moment? You mumble something about "wireless keyboard" and "borrowing it back, please" when he leads you in. If he had a lady friend, she was as quiet as a church mouse.
"It's in the guest room. Had to convert into a sort of home office, after getting a desk job, so many years as a contractor. Got hard on my back. Wanted to enjoy doing nothing, then Sara got knocked up again. Just like Tommy, both of them can't stop having kids. So now I have to be rich gruncle Joel. And I don't know why I'm telling you this instead of just getting the keyboard." He says. Joel pops in, but he doesn't close the door all the way. Peeking in through the hole, it seems familiar. Like you've seen it before, but recently. You shrug off the deja vu and take the keyboard from him. But as he hands it to you, familiar stickers facing you, you piece it together.
"Thicktexanbeercan" had the same one. And you recognized it because you "decorated" it as a sticker obsessed teen. There was no way. Mr. Miller was not camming. You had not orgasmed to him dirty talking to you. And most importantly, he had not come all over a photo of your tits. It was just a huge, cosmic coincidence. But there was only one way to find out.
The wait until your first paycheck was too long, yet you had to endure. There is no way you were taking money out of your savings to fulfill possibly Joel's wishlist. So when that sum hit your bank account, you expertly navigated to thicktexanbeercan's page. Clicking on the shop icon, you choose to ignore that the man is selling his nudes, his underwear, and his socks. Though tempted by the Polaroids of his cock, you move on. You buy the custom temporary tattoos, a callback to a previous stream. Your pussy twitches at the memory and you're quick to suppress your urges. You send your "requirements" to the Amazon seller and hope they get them ready soon. You also secretly order some for yourself, shipping them to a friend's house. You start tuning into the streams regularly, watching them all the way through. Your coworkers have the grace to not comment. Especially since the nightly nsfw is always in the background of something else. So you're doing research on one screen, while listening to maybe Joel call you a nasty whore for watching him.
TGIF was never your thing, until this one. Your cowboy walked in with a package, his address dutifully scribbled out. He opens it and out comes the sheet of temporary tattoos.
"Oh, someone's been watching me for some time, huh. Can't get enough of me inked. Well, I aim to please, so let's get this show on the road.". Beercan undresses to his boxers and starts examining the tattoos.
"Whoever picked these out is one creative motherfucker. I like them.". He starts showing them off to the camera, chuckling about the "save a horse, ride a cowboy" and subsequently the "don't ride a horse, but I'm hung like one". But one in particular makes him tick.
"Your throat goes here? Really, sweetheart? You expect me to walk around with that, to make you all see it as I stroke my cock for you? Fuck it, it's my job to give you a good show." He peels off two of those and places them on the space between his thumb and pointer finger. Was he? He was. Thicktexanbeercan was gonna live up to his name, by using both hands to jerk off.
He's fast, wanting this to end. His Friday shows weren't that popular, so no use milking it. Now, on Saturdays, that's when most people tune in. It's better to save his stamina for then. But you and the chat had other plans. You had mobilized them as he was busy answering questions earlier. Now, he would get enough tokens for a cumshot. Maybe Joel really aims to please. So he goes for it, double orgasm, sure. Then, as soon as that one's over, another. He barks at the chat that he doesn't like being bossed around like that. But you have him cumming until he's shooting blanks. After he just shuts off the stream and goes to bed after running a wet towel on his stomach, to wipe off the cum.
Less than 8 hours later, there's a constant ring of his doorbell. He opens and you're standing there, looking so fuckable his cock stands to attention. You're wearing a skimpy outfit and your lips are shiny with a pinkish gloss. But that doesn't stop him from wondering why you're gracing his doorstep like an angel sent straight from hell.
âI need help picking out a present for my dad.â You say.
âSweetpea, I know you've been away for a while, but that doesn't change the fact that your dad's birthday isn't for months.â he replies.
"I know. It's not for that. I fucked up and broke something of his. Can you help me?" You ask.
"Sure, what do you need from me?" He counters.
"I think I wanna be stereotypical and get him something stereotypically dad-like. Like a craft beer, something he can crack open with the boys. And since you're "the boys," I'm here. Need a recommendation for a thick Texan beercan." You watch him react. He twitches like a rabbit spooked by a stick snapping.
"So you know. But I'm sure your parents wouldn't be thrilled by the fact that you're watching porn. Have you ever donated, I wonder. Bought something with their hard earned money. Straight from your father's wallet to your daddy." Joel counters, not missing the way your eyes glaze over when he calls yourself your daddy. But you are not won over so easily.
"You're a liar. Late 40s, my ass. Late 40s when you last had to change your ID or what? I could expose you. I'm sure the girlies and the rest watching you would love to know they were scammed. Tinder swindler, but worse."
"What do you want?" He tries.
"As Lana del Rey said, put me in the movie. Let me be in a video." You demand.
"Come back at night, around 9. Get something to cover your face too. Don't need someone recognizing you." He says.
You follow his instructions like an obedient puppy. You make up excuses to your parents. Your cunt's shaved, your outfit is complete and you're not wearing underwear. Joel drags you in, literally. He looks at the pink cowboy hat you have in hand and chuckles.
"No saying my name, preferably not saying much. Just follow my lead, and I'll make you feel good. If you wanna stop, what do you say?" He lists clinically.
"Light beer," you say, acknowledging the pun behind his moniker. You should've figured this out way earlier.
He half laughs, half looks disappointed at your bad pun. You know he's gonna get you back for this , sooner or later. You just desperately hope it's with his dick.
Joel starts the stream. He makes you sit in his chair as he gets a bit closer to the camera. You can see him, mic clipped to chocker and all. He speaks to his chat, introducing you as a "special cowgirl guest.".
"Bet you all wanna take her place. I'm sure she can tell you all about it. If she can speak after I'm done with her anyway." He continues. You wanna protest, to bite back with a comment. But he crawls between your legs, placing kisses up to your pussy. And you are speechless. The fact that you can see him, dark brown eyes and gorgeous roman nose is too much. He's even revealing the top of his greying hair. You grip it and bring him closer to your center. He chooses to lick and suck your clit instead and you moan so loud, even the felt of your hat doesn't muffle it.
"Gonna make you extra wet so you can take my cock, doll. Would you like that?" He asks and you reply with "yes, daddy". You can hear him extra crisp, the audio bouncing around the room. It's all too much, every fantasy of yours coming to life. You come against him, riding it out.
"You ready for more, my little fuckdoll? Can I?" He asks. You plead, you tell him you need him.
Joel makes sure to zoom the camera to your sopping cunt, showing you off to the chat. He fiddles with it, making sure it captures your greed. He sits on the chair, swatting your ass to get you up. Legs trembling, you do. He unzips his jeans, the sound as familiar to you as a notification on your phone. He puts it against you, just to give his viewers a preview on how deep he was gonna be in you.
"You think I'll fuck her up. Make this pussy memorize the shape of my cock. Let's give this pretty doll her first cervix bruising, shall I?" He says. He slides his cock in you in one swoop motion, not caring about the stretch.
"Just like that." You moan, dangerously close to saying his name. Joel spreads your legs and fucks into you. He's all grunts and swears, gone is his dirty talk. His hands are grabby, squeezing your thighs. He's so pussy whipped that he says
"Let me come inside you. Please. Need to.". The "yes, yes, daddy" is enough for him to do so and continue thrusting in you until he's soft. Joel rolls the chair forward, "manually zooming" his camera. His audience gets a pretty shot of his cum dripping out of you before the broadcast cuts out. He helps you up and draws a bath. If the camming paid for the clawfoot tub you saw, hell you'd join in more.
"You know, what we did was wrong. But it sure as hell felt right. I'm not saying we should do this daily. But maybe instead of both of us getting off on each other from afar, we can do it together." He asks, almost a schoolboy confession.
âYes Joel, I wanna fuck you again too. Now shut and let me enjoy my life after taking your thick Texan beercan.â
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FRIENDS TO LOVERS â [KNB]
characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorimaâs, toxicity (itâs hanamiya, no one is surprised) notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here
aomine daiki â¶
aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. youâre working on homework thatâs due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that youâll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but itâs nearing eight and youâre still hunched over a problem set.
aomine groans loudly, âare you even close to being done?â
you move one headphone cup off. âi would be closer if you didnât interrupt me every ten minutes.â
âi didnât ask to hang out just to sit around.â
you roll your eyes. âyou can go if you want, daiki.â
he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. âwhyâre you even doing this? sânot due âtil friday.â
âsome of us want to be good students.â you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.
a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. âhey!â you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. âgive it back, daiki.â
âno, you said youâd be done, like, two hours ago.â
âi swear iâm almost done!â you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.
âno.â he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that youâre thinking. heâs sure youâre going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he canât say why.
what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; thereâs something so⊠heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.
âdaiki,â you say softly. itâs almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and heâs watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like theyâre on fire.
he doesnât even realize what heâs doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. âha!â you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, âone more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?â
he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.
midorima shintarou â¶
takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. âwhat about this?â
âtakao, what about that screams âmidorima shintarou?ââ
takao shrugs. âi donât know, maybe itâll be december 25thâs lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?â
âno, thatâs why he listens every morning when it airs,â you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.
the two of you have been shopping all day for midorimaâs christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. heâs a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the âgreyâs anatomy incidentâ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.
âweâve been walking all day!â takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. âwould you be okay with that?â
âiâd eat you right now if youâd let me.â
you snort, âhard pass. come on.â
the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what heâll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see heâs not looking at the menu.
you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. âwhat?â you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. âdo i look bad or something?â
âis that shin-chanâs sweater?â
fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. itâs insanely soft â a mix of gray wool and cashmere â not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, âwear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts donât count.â
you internally groan. you donât need takao on your ass again about whether or not youâre sure you and midorima arenât dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you havenât given him a certain yes or no is because⊠you donât really know yourself.
you donât have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you shouldâve found the watch.)
âoh! shin-chan!â takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. âwe were just talking aboutââ takaoâs stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorimaâs wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, âshin-chan, is that their hair tie?â
hanamiya makoto â¶
hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara are prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.
hanamiya doesnât even turn around as he growls, âcan you two shut up?â
to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. âwho pissed in your cereal, captain?â
furihara drones, âyou were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.â
hanamiya doesnât reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. âfuck off.â
hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, âdoes this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?â
hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. âfor now,â he says, slamming his locker shut.
âyou got a plan, captain?â asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.
âwhen do i not?â
âââ
you greet hanamiyaâs mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiyaâs in his bedroom and that you could go right up.
you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.
hanamiyaâs sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know heâs not really reading the material. heâll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard. he glances at you. âyou look like shit.â
usually, you could banter with him. itâs why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiyaâs sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like âstill better than you,â but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.
hanamiyaâs simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. âwhyâre you crying?â
you sniffle and tell him that the guy youâve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldnât work and he was sorry and⊠thatâs all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.
hanamiyaâs brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, âi told you i didnât like that guy. fuck him.â
you sink into his arms. âyeah,â you mutter, âfuck him.â
as you relax against him, hanamiya canât help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesnât deserve anything from you.
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LOVER BOY.
dating eddie munson headcanons
SUMMARY â relationship eddie headcanons
A/N â i just wanna say a quick thank you to everyone who liked my other eddie headcanons post, i wasn't expecting all the love, but i appreciate it immensely :))
MASTERLIST | STRANGER THINGS | BACK
when he likes someone, he thinks he's being really subtle, but he's not
him, a stuttering, nervous wreck; "uh hey, cool shirt"
you, deadpan; "it's your shirt, that you gave me to wear, because you thought i'd look cute in it"
always tries to impress you in silly ways
"wanna see how fast i can run?"
"bet i can jump and hit that sign without running"
"i caught you a squirrel because you said they were cute that one time"
is touch starved
as such, he will always be touching you in some capacity; hand on your knee while in class, hand on your thigh or fingers interlaced with yours while driving, he will sit on you if there's nowhere for him.
when you hug him, kiss him, or cuddle with him he will hold on and refuse to let you go until you're late, like really late, you'd have to leave ten minutes ago late.
is big on pet names when you're alone, but mostly calls you by your last name or a shortened version of your name when in public
he's big on baby, sweetheart, dollface.
angel and prince/princess are reserved for when he's fucked up royally, or you're sad or sleepy.
will touch everything you own
perfume/cologne sitting on your dresser? sprayed himself in the face with it the first time he picked it up, but really liked how it smelled so he puts a spitz on every time you leave him alone in your room. just spent the day at the pool and he needs to shower at yours? he will use your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion and even your deodorant "do you want me to stink? :(". every time he comes in he finds something new to play with. old stuffie under your bed? he's carrying it around/hugging it/holding it until he leaves. trinkets on the top of your bed frame? he'll make them talk to each other when he's bored.
has a hard time sleeping when you're not close
he and sleep have rarely ever been on the same page, so he finds things to do to occupy his time, so when he's in a relationship that usually means he's dragging you along with him; be it going for a swim at 2am at lovers lake, a quick trip to the gas for snacks, or just straight up falling ungracefully through your window and crawling into bed with you to try and grab a couple hours of sleep (while simultaneously scaring the shit out of you because you were already sleeping).
because of the above, he will constantly nap around you while you're hanging out
you're his safe space, he spends most of his time in your presence passed out; laying on his back on the floor with his legs tossed over the side of your bed with his feet tucked under your thigh while you study, arms crossed over his chest while you're head's in his lap as you read out loud to him â he swears he's awake but every so often he lets out a soft snore, sitting on the couch watching a romcom with his head on your shoulder as he struggles to keep his eyes open, literally any time you touch his head/hair he's out like a light.
100% is glued to your side and tells everyone you're his best friend as well as his gf/bf
he goes on errands with you and spends 99% of his free time with you, he drags you along to band practice â which you usually use as an opportunity to feed baked goods to his bandmates (who absolutely adore you for it), when he's working you usually sit around with him passing him tools as he needs them â "uh need 9/16 wrenchâ" and it's already in your hand like you read his mind.
when you're not around, brags about you to anyone who will listen to him, and carries a picture (that he switches out for newer ones he takes) of you in his wallet that he shows off constantly â "look how cute they are" "my girlfriend/boyfriend is hotter".
writes songs about you
sometimes he'll write them just for himself, or for your ears only recording them on a tape just for you to have a reminder of how much he loves you.
you better believe that wayne loves you for being a good influence on him
you make him eat all breakfast, lunch & dinner â before you he would forget to eat and usually pumped himself full of caffeine only, you get him a reuseable water bottle (which you bribe him to carry it around and actually drink from it) â to his credit he now drinks at least one full bottle, you make him wear sunscreen & a hat on sunny days, waterproof footwear and jacket on rainy/snowy days (he's shocked when he doesn't get sick as often).
at first wayne was wary of you, unsure of whether your intentions were genuine or if you were going to pull one over on eddie â which disappeared the first time he came home from work and saw you too cuddled up on the couch watching one of eddie's favourite movies (it was the way you were staring at him as he shared his favourite parts or something he read about it, or a fact about the filming/production â wayne tells this story at your wedding all teary eyed about his eddie being all grown up and so very obviously loved).
takes photos of you all the time
cutesy date night photos, spicy half-naked photos (or just straight up naked naked), you sleeping, you making an ugly face, you mid-sneeze, you smiling, he has it all caught on film and he loves each and every photo so much.
total softie for you and you alone
you've gotten him to do things he's straight up refused to do for his friends, and even wayne
does literally anything you ask, and even sometimes you don't have to ask, he just does it because he knows it'll make you happy and that's all he strives for, you being happy.
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