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lucijawriteswords · 8 months ago

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truck time | auston matthews

summary: you are met with a surprise as auston picks you up after practice, and a simple conversation about your game last night turns into so much more.

warnings: making out! so much angst. mutual pining, sexual tension, older brother's best friend auston, reader is insecure and always second guessing herself. a little fluffy here and there but really just a lot of angst and then a kiss at the end. very tame for me, i know. don't get used to it.

word count: 2.6k

A/N: hello hello hello! i'm sorry to have disappeared for so long. school is, as always, just a joy. and i have a new horse that i'm trying to put under saddle so that is taking just entirely too much of my time. anyways. enough about me! let's get to the story, shall we? apologies again because i did not edit this so there are likely typos. as always, let me know how you feel, what you want, who you want. i aim to please. thank you, as always, for reading, and now, enjoy the story!

you were trying hard not to cry, bouncing your throbbing leg, fidgeting with your fingernails. the bench of the picnic table you were sitting at was digging into your thighs and you knew the pattern was going to be pressed into your thighs, just another blemish amongst the bruises and blistered ankles of a hard, hard practice.

coach had skated you and your team hard today, citing last night’s game as the reason. a game you had won triumphantly, a 7-2 rout of the other team with two of your teammates getting hat tricks. but it was all in the third period. he said that if you and your teammates couldn’t produce consistently throughout all three periods, then winning didn’t even matter.

all you wanted after practice was a ride waiting for you, your sweet older brother john waiting in the car with your favorite food and open ears and seat heaters on. but he was busy, so he sent auston on his behalf. auston, who was, somehow, miraculously, free to pick up his best friend’s sister.

growing up, auston had seemed to be everywhere john was, and you were everywhere they were, despite being two years their junior. ice cream in the summer, family dinners, road trips, the summer fair- everywhere. auston and john had played hockey together until auston moved away during high school to play for the national program. since then, they’d stayed thick as thieves, and whenever auston somehow found himself back in arizona, he seemed to be everywhere john was, just like how it used to be. but now, here he was, without john in tow, picking you up from practice.

you heard the heavy tires and loud rumble of austin’s old truck, the one he kept here. the one you’d been in too many times to count. the door popped open and the thud of two heavy footfalls against pavement registered in your ears.

“hey, kid.” he drawled, the pet name ringing in your ears like a church bell, a welcome reprieve after the drilling whistles you’d been blasted with the past two hours. you grimaced in an attempt to smile.

he returned one, eyes questioning, before turning away and popping open the tailgate.

“hi.” you tossed your sticks in his general direction, hearing them clatter roughly into the bed. you bag followed suit, landing in the middle. auston’s head snapped up as he felt the tailgate sag as you hoisted yourself up, reaching for your bag to move it further up the bed. a warm hand stopped yours, hovering near the cloth handle.

"don’t worry about it, kid. i got this. just get in the truck.” his eyes were soft.

a soft smile- real this time- made its way onto your face, a quiet ‘ok’ leaving your lips as you slid off the tailgate and made your way around the side towards the passenger door.

sliding into the passenger seat and folding your legs up, your soft smile morphed into something more of a wince at the redness around your ankles. lace bite. you softy rubbed the fingers of one hand on the angry skin, the other hand reaching towards the center controls of the car for the seat heater, cranking it all the way up.

auston finally stopped fiddling in the trunk and snapped the cover down into place before shutting the tailgate. your eyes watched his figure in the rear view mirror as he made his way towards the front of the car. as he opened his door, your eyes (by no means on accident) raked across his shoulders and chest, noting the new fullness there.

“look strong, auston. they been working you hard up north?” his teeth flashed as he dropped himself into the seat, the truck bouncing under his bulk. he shook his head as he reached behind himself for his seatbelt, the smallest sliver of skin showing as his hoodie rose up. you found yourself drawing your legs closer to yourself.

“you know it, kid.”

“where’s j?” you wondered, pulling the arms of your sweatshirt down to cover your hands, impatiently waiting for the seat to warm you.

“he was running some errands before picking you up and got a flat on the highway. called a tow truck cause i guess he didn’t have a spare so he’s at the shop getting that fixed up. probably only an hour or two,” auston replied, hands flexing on the wheel as he pulled away from the curb.

“why didn’t he just call you?” you asked, shifting to face him, resting your head sideways against your headrest. “he wouldn’t have to pay you and you’d probably have it done before those guys at the shop even got the bolts out. you’re good at that type of thing.” he spared you a glance, a small grin breaking onto his face.

“why type of thing, exactly?”

you prickled under his gaze.

“oh, you know.” you returned, rubbing your thumb against the inside of your sweatshirt. “stuff with… your hands.” you trailed off, eyes falling and voice softening. something flickered in his gaze. he cleared his throat.

“how was practice?”

it was your turn to clear your throat. “bad,” you replied honestly, saw no benefit in keeping it from him.

his gazed turned to you for a moment. “why? big win last night. you played like hell.”

your eyes widened, fixing themselves on his figure. “you were there?”

he scoffed. “course i was. cheered my ass off for you.”

you felt your mouth drop slightly, confusion pulling your eyebrows together. “i didn’t even know you were there,” you whispered, wonder laced in your tone. what would you have done, you wondered, if you had known? would you have scored four goals? five? would you have looked for him, for his figure in the stands, met his eyes with a smile? would you have walked out of the locker room, beaming and sweaty, to find him standing there, arms open, for you?

you’d let go of those fantasies years ago. you’d always just been john’s little sister, ‘kid,’ the third wheel on their friendship bike. auston had been out of reach, unattainable- just two years older, but somehow a million light years away. you’d lived with feigned acceptance as girls came and went throughout highschool, had smiled and nodded and posed for pictures with them when they tagged along with you to auston and your brother’s games. you’d listened to their angry words when auston inevitably moved on, had let them drift away as plans for rides to games were no longer necessary, had monotonously deleted the photos on your phone.

the fantasies, the dreams, the hazy imaginings of you in his jersey, cheering for him, traveling the continent with him, for him, sneaking onto the ice at whatever rink you found yourself at, just laughing and loving and reveling in each other.

you’d pushed your feelings down for years, decided that once he moved to toronto, it was never going to happen. and so you loved him in secret, in childhood pictures in the collage of your phone background, in oddly timed facetime calls as he asked how to cook this, how to cook that, what the best way to get gear to stop stinking was. it never occurred to you that maybe, he was doing the same thing.

you’d never dared to let yourself believe it before but maybe, just maybe, there was a reason auston had always moved on from those girls.

something different clouded auston’s voice, something gravelly and twisted. “what would you have done if you knew?”

you laughed humorlessly, letting your head fall back against the weathered head rest. “not sure, aus. what would you have me do?”

his response was instant. “i’d want you to look for me in the stands. wave at me or blow me a kiss or something.” he paused here, preparing himself- and you, quite possibly, for what he was about to admit. “i’d want you to come out of that locker room looking for me, with a big smile just for me. give me a hug, let me carry your bag and sticks to the car. maybe…” here he leveled you with a weary glance. “maybe let me kiss you goodnight when you get home.”

such honesty was not what you had expected. you were dumbfounded at the similarity between your fantasies, at the way they lined up perfectly, like the final edge piece of a puzzle snapping into place. your head lolled comfortably against the head rest, eyes boring into the faded ceiling of the cab. you realized, with a jolt, that you should probably say something. but you couldn’t figure out what.

“auston, i don’t know what to say… i never thought, no, well i mean i thought, but i never knew-”

he waved a hand at you, his jaw grinding as his adam’s apple worried his neck. “you don’t have to say anything. i shouldn’t have said anything. just want you to know. just… just want you.” his voice strained before dying with a crackle. he cleared his throat, resigning himself to stare at the road ahead, one hand gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles shown white, the other fretting the hem of his sweatshirt.

the silence grew and grew until the air shimmered and your seat was uncomfortable and your shirt was too tight. you, too, fidgeted, grumbling and cursing and trying to wriggle out of your sweatshirt, unclipping your seatbelt with a huff and tugging the thing over your head, too preoccupied with getting the heavy garment off to notice that your shirt was coming with it until you heard auston's muttered curse.

your face heated to an unbearable temperature, so hot that you had to crack the window. you dared to glance at him and found him with his jaw clenched, eyes locked firmly on the road, but the hand that had previously been playing with his hoodie was now sitting atop the center console.

"you're killing me, kid. that was mean. you gotta play fair," he grumbled, essentially whining at this point.

you didn't know what to say, so without giving yourself time to think or reconsider or second guess you laid your hand atop his, folding your fingers under his palm and lightly tracing the back of his hand with your thumb. you still said nothing. the only noise was the roaring of the tires against the road and the wind streaming in through your window, which did little to cool the suddenly far too hot car.

"i didn't do it on purpose." you whispered.

your eyes drifted to where your hands lay intertwined on the console before returning the road, nothing but field and dust and rocks behind, ahead, and beside you for miles.

you realized at the same time auston did.

your hand squeezed hard onto his as you felt the truck begin to slow and saw the turn signal lighting up the dark road as he pulled off onto some old, overgrown, unused farmhouse driveway.

the truck's engine purred softly before quieting, the whole thing rocking softly as he put it in park, twisting the key out of the ignition.

you gulped, gripped his hand tighter.

"do you-"

"i didn't-"

you pressed your lips together, a smile trying to fight it's way onto your face. he shook his head, lightly nodding towards you, signaling your you to speak. you shifted again, drawing your legs up onto the seat so that you were sitting criss-crossed, facing him.

you took a deep breath. "i didn't know you felt that way, auston. and i promise i wasn't trying to tease you just now. i just..." you trailed off, meeting his gaze to find his eyes already fixed on yours. you steadied yourself, bringing your other hand to where you were already holding one of his.

"i just didn't think that there was any way on earth that you could ever like me back. i've always been just john's little sister and my crush on you was just something that came naturally from you being my older brother's best friend. and then you left," your voiced cracked a little. his squeezed your hands lightly in his, bringing them to his mouth to press a light kiss to your knuckles.

you cleared your throat, sniffling. "you went to michigan. and then you got drafted. and i know it's only been a few years since then, and we're still really young, but i have never felt so strongly for anyone as i have for you. i mean-" a humorless, sobbed laugh. "i've never even liked anyone else. i've had to sit here and be friends with all your girls and now i have to stay here without you and it's been torture," you bit out, voice weak.

"every time you call me, asking for help to cook something or for girl advice it makes me want to claw my eyes out." you admitted, voice hoarse. "i hate that i'm not there with you, and stupidly, i hate that you have to call me if you need me. not- not me, i meant my help. i don't know, i'm rambling. but i just.... i really had no idea that you felt like that, and i've felt like that about you for my whole life and it just- i don't know. i'm gonna shut up." you trail off, eyes falling to your lap.

his hand around yours is warm, and it’s the only reminder that he is still in the vehicle with you because is completely, utterly, unnervingly silent. you don’t dare to look up at him, scared of what you’ll find on his face, in his eyes.

some part of you is terrified that this is a sick joke, that he did this for a dare, because how in the world could auston possibly feel that way about you? about his best friends little sister? part of you believed that he still saw you as the gap toothed, pink waxed laces, smushed between them on the bench of auston’s first truck, pigtailed little girl.

the silence was becoming unbearable. you lifted your head in exasperation, still too scared to meet his eyes. “auston, please say some-”

you were cut off by the soft press of his lips against yours. his hand found a spot on the back of your neck, pulling you into him, drinking you in like you were oxygen. you sighed, loosing a breath you didn’t know you were holding on to as you melted into him, one of your hands wringing itself from his grasp to slide along his chest and fist in his sweatshirt there.

the pieces of your heart, which you really hadn’t even known was broken, pulled themselves together, stitched themselves up with every press of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, every sharp breath through his nose, every groan as he fists your hair and pulls your head back to kiss you deeper than you thought was possible.

when you finally break apart, his eyes are glazed over with something that looks an awful lot like love. you can feel his heart beating rapidly underneath your hand on his chest.

and suddenly, there were no more unanswered questions, no more wishes and dreams of the shared life you both wanted. no more what-ifs and maybes. there was just this, just the two of you, together in his truck, surrounded by stars and the future.

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 5 months ago

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God, your pec vore whiting is hot as fuck man. I kinda wanna see how you'd write asgore shoving his son right on down those hefty man tits, maybe even sans could get some fun as well? I'm just absolutely Hooked on your amazing writing!

I've actually done that before once here! But honestly one is not enough. And I haven't done anything like that with S.ans soooo

“I hope I don’t end up letting myself go like you did, Dad,” A.sriel jokes, nudging A.sgore’s stomach with his elbow. He’s visiting his dad again during a break in school, and has been getting bigger while he was away. “I can see why you get called Fluffybuns with all this fluff.”

A.sgore blushes and scratches his cheek, a sheepish smile on his face. “Well...maybe I got a bit rounder in the middle in my old age. But I don’t think I’ve let myself go at all, either. Your old man’s still got it.”

A.sriel snorts at that. “Yeah, maybe a few pies ago, but you’ve gone and buried all of that.” Now he gives A.sgore’s stomach a shake, making it jiggle and wobble.

A.sgore’s blush darkens and he frowns now. “Do you really think so?” It has been a while since he’s had someone really take a look at him. Maybe he’s just not noticed. So he starts to take off his shirt to make sure.

“It’s not a bad thing,” A.sriel goes on. “You spend so much time in the shop, it’s not that surprising that you’ve--w-woah...” His eyes widen as he actually gets a look at his dad’s body. While he certainly has an impressive gut from too much snacking, it’s paired up with bulky arms and solid pecs.

A.sriel really wasn’t expecting something so built. Has his dad been hiding this from him the whole time or has he just not noticed? Without really thinking, he reaches up and gives his dad’s chest a squeeze. No doubt, that’s solid muscle. “Holy...”

“Ah...” A.sgore’s entire face is red now. Golly, he forgot how sensitive his chest could be. It’s been a while since someone has touched it like this. And that’s usually because...of what he ends up doing to people who do this. “A-A.sriel, I...”

“Do you work out in secret or something?” A.sriel asks, feeling over his dad’s pecs some more. “This has gotta be bodybuilder levels of definition. No way you get this just from the gardening, right?” He’s so busy marveling over A.sgore’s pecs that A.sriel doesn’t notice the hazy look in his dad’s eyes or the big paw coming up to his head.

A.sgore can’t help himself. His body is tingling from the attention and a need for some relief. Which comes from pushing down on A.sriel’s head. The younger goat’s surprised bleat is cut off from his muzzle getting shoved in between his dad’s thick, furry pecs. He starts to scramble, looking up at his dad with a muffled cry. But A.sgore’s eyes are closed, a pleased moan escaping him as he feels that wonderful sensation. He pushes down harder on A.sriel’s head, and the whole thing disappears between his pecs.

The muffled screaming from A.sriel as well as his wild thrashing is enough to bring A.sgore out of his stupor. At least, enough for him to recognize that it’s his own son that he’s gotten neck deep in his pecs. Not enough to actually get the goat to resist the immense desire to fill his chest. He bites his lip and moves his large paws down to A.sriel’s ass. “Sorry, Azzy...I just need this right now. At least you know how I got gains like this, right?” He smiles bashfully. He’s not able to hear his son’s response, but it doesn’t matter much. He shoves hard, forcing more of the younger goat down into his chest.

A slight moan escapes A.sgore from the sensation. It feels so good. A.sriel’s up to his waist now, legs kicking around wildly. A.sgore grabs onto the goat’s ankles and pushes down again, shoveling more of him away into those fluffy pecs. They’re bulging out more and more as they’re forced to contain live meat. Only A.sriel’s feet are left kicking around. A.sgore watches them for a second with a bit of conflict...before closing his eyes and flexing his pecs, slurping the last of his son in with a moan.

A.sgore’s pecs bulge and shift around as A.sriel struggles inside the best he can. Packed into the tight, musky space has left him nearly hysterical, but his desperate pleas for his dad to let him out was muffled. A.sgore might have been able to hear them if he really tried listening but he wasn’t trying to do that. He was completely focused on the pleasure of having live meat struggling in his chest.

A.sgore starts to grope at his own chest, feeling it flex and squeeze over his son. He knows what’ll happen if he doesn’t do something quick to let A.sriel out, but the thought of doing so is so far from his mind it may as well not exist. “Aaah...A.sriel, it’ll be okay...just let it happen...”

That didn’t seem to bring much comfort to A.sriel at all, who continued to thrash and panic.But the walls were closing in on him, each flex of A.sgore’s chest feeling tighter and more restricting. The heat is getting intense and stifling as the older goat begins to sweat a bit. It was getting difficult to struggle at all, his form bulging out A.sgore’s chest as it grows tighter.

Cracks and pops begin to ring out with each flex, and A.sriel’s muffled screams are shrill. It makes shivers run down A.sgore’s spine and he squeezes his own chest hard. He can feel his son breaking apart, his pecs finally too much for the younger goat to withstand. Every time he flexed them, more of A.sriel was broken apart and turned into protein for him.

When A.sgore actually manages to hear his son scream for him, he became overwhelmed with pleasure. He fires off a load into his pants, moaning out as his pecs squeeze down tight. A.sriel’s scream gets cut off by a very loud, wet crunch, and A.sgore could feel the smaller body fold like paper inside of him.

When he orgasm ends and he sits back, A.sgore feels exhausted. He’s panting, sweat trickling down his chest as a thick musk fogs the air around him. His face is flushed with a cocktail of emotions that leaves him feeling amazing. His pecs keep flexing, his muscles pumping up with each one as he turns his own son into mass.

He feels...sated. That’s the only emotion washing over him now. But there’s an itch in his chest now. He scratches at it, digging his fingers in between the crevice. He manages to hook onto something and pull it out. A goat skull stares up at him, missing a jaw. It’s drenched in enough sweat that it drips off of it like water with bits of yellow and white fur stuck to it.

A dopey smile crosses A.sgore’s face and he gives his chest a slight squeeze. “Golly, you made for some great gains, Azzy. Thanks for helping your old man out.”

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A.sriel sighs through his nose as he stacks the shelves. Coming home for the summer made him think he’d be able to just kick back and relax after getting through his difficult courses. Turns out, he was basically offered to the new grocery store owner as a summer worker by his dad. It was already decided by the time he got to town.

It’d be fine if he wasn’t the only other guy working here. But that skeleton running the place, S.ans, hasn’t hired anyone else and also spends most of his time sitting behind the counter doing nothing. A.sriel’s already been at it for a week and his patience is running thin. He sets the last of the cans in place and decides he’s had enough.

A.sriel walks over to the counter and leans over it. “Hey, aren’t you going to get up and help me? All you’ve done is sit there.”

S.ans, who had been leaning back with his arms behind his head, now opens one eye to look at A.sriel. “Ah, I’d love to kid, but I’m just not as young or strong as you are. You’d get it all done a lot faster than I ever could. Besides, it’s what I pay you for.”

A.sriel’s frown twitches a bit and he leans in closer. “You’re not some feeble old man. Did you just hire me because you’re too lazy to do it yourself? I don’t need this job, I can just quit.” Though he might get in trouble for it.

S.ans sighs and sits up a bit, now closer to A.sriel’s face. “Alright, kid. I guess I can help out. But I’m going to need a hand here. A bit of a pep in my step, you know? You’re full of energy, you’d be a lot of help on these old bones.”

The skeleton really doesn’t seem that old to A.sriel, but maybe he just doesn’t get how they age. He’s not entirely sure what S.ans is getting at, either, but his fight does wane slightly seeing S.ans somewhat give in to his demands. “Alright...what do you need?”

S.ans casually lifts up his shirt, showing off his light blue body with a soft set of pecs and a softer belly. It makes a dark flush cross A.sriel’s face as he ends up staring at the skeletons’ body. “Ah...what are you--”

A.sriel cuts himself up with a yelp as he’s yanked forward by his shirt and dragged over the counter slightly. S.ans uses that chance to push down on the goat’s head and force it between his pecs. A pleased groan escapes the skeleton as he starts to drag more of A.sriel over the counter and into his chest.

The muffled screaming coming from A.sriel is impossible to parse and won’t be heard by anyone other than S.ans. The goat is flailing madly, trying to push away for find some kind of leverage. But as his shoulders and chest begin to sink out of sight, it gets hard to do that. His feet finally start to lift off the ground and kick in the air while the rest of his torso steadily disappears.

A few banging sounds is all A.sriel can manage in terms of noise, and it’s only as his kicking legs are dragged over the counter as he’s able to hit it with his feet. It still does absolutely nothing as he’s slowly packed away into S.ans’s chest, which is growing larger and heavier with each inch of the goat that it claims. Soon he’s up to his knees and all S.ans has to do is lean back again and watch the goat’s twitching legs slowly disappear from sight. All the way up to his feet slurping in and disappearing.

“Aaaah...” S.ans lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes. “There you go, kid. This’ll give me all the energy I need to get that work done...later.” His pecs flex and bounce, squeezing around A.sriel’s form. He’s not sure if the goat heard him, but it doesn’t matter much. He can’t make out too much beyond muffled screaming as A.sriel tries to thrash around inside.

Even without anyone to look at it, S.ans’s chest is bulging obscenely, vaguely shaped like the goat he crammed inside. Paws and a face occasionally come into more clarity as A.sriel pushes around, the blue flesh keeping his presence murky and hard to fully make out. And each flex of S.ans’s chest squeezes and smooshes him down tighter and tighter, making the bulges more defined as he’s given less space to kick around in.

When the first crack rings out, A.sriel lets out a shrill scream. His thrashing gets more intense despite how little space he has to do it with. But every flex came with another crack or crunch, forcing A.sriel into a smaller and smaller space as his body is broken down into protein. He screams all the while, at least until a wet snap cuts his voice off for good.

Now with each flex of S.ans’s chest, his body was putting A.sriel’s to use. He slowly bulked up, muscle definition adding to his normally soft body. His chest and arms especially got a lot of it, the former becoming much firmer while the later grew thick and strong. Though the same applies to the rest of his body. It makes a slight shudder run through S.ans as he feels energized by all of the new mass pumping into him. The thick smell of his own musk is wafting in the air now, too.

“Well, looks like I got all the energy I need now,” S.ans comments to no one as he gropes hsi own chest. “I could get up and get the rest of the stock set up in no time flat.” After a few seconds, he puts his feet up on the counter and leans back in his chair again. “Yep...no time flat.”

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giasfolklore · 1 year ago

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Alright listen. You as a student and Geto as a teacher.

warnings ✮⋆˙ smut, age gap, 18 and 27, dominant geto x fem! reader.

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I watch as my english teacher Mr. Geto Suguru himself moves around the room and points at different things on the smart board. I bite the top of my pen when he makes eye contact with me for a split second with his beautiful blackish brown eyes, he swallows hard and turns his head to the other side.

I smirk at the effect I have on my twenty-seven year old teacher, Mr. Geto. I myself am eighteen and I’ve been wanting to jump his bones since the beginning of the school year. I mean who wouldn’t ? He has black shiny hair which he puts up as a bun leaving the half hair open, great abs visible enough from the white shirt he likes to wear a lot, veiny hands and last but not the least a very very HANDSOME FACE.

He’s the definition of hot and perfect.

Soon enough, he begins going over the material from yesterday that some of my classmates missed as they were on a class trip. I didn’t go because I hate school trips, they always seem so boring.

“ Ms. Y/n, pay attention, ” Mr. Geto snaps with irritation written on his face along with Lust? Yeah. LUST.

“ Sorry, Mr. Geto, ” I respond and then lick my lips, making his mouth fall open.

When the lunch bell rings, everyone starts to exit the classroom. I pick up my book bag and begin walking to the exit, but a deep voice stops me.

“ Ms. Y/n, please stay after class. ”

Hmm. I wonder what did I do.

I turn around and come chest to chest with my teacher. I look around in a slight panic to see if anyone’s in the room. Thankfully, nobody is.

“ What did you need me for? ” I said while tilting my head up to look into his eyes.

“ Stop acting like that during my class, I may not be able to control myself if you continue that, ” he growls out. I smirk and put my hands on his chest standing on my tippy toes.

“ Do you want to fuck me Mr. Geto? ” I whisper in his ear. “ I mean I would love to have you in me b-,” I get cut off as I’m pushed roughly against his desk, a small smirk appeared on my lips. “ Rough huh? I like it. ”

“ Don’t tease me, Y/n, ” he warns while his hands tightly grip my waist. “ If you want this, say yes and if you don’t, say no because I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand without your pretty legs of yours shaking, ” he murmurs in my ear as he leans down to me, his breath fanning my neck making me shiver in a way I couldn’t even imagine.

“ Yes sir, I want this. ” I respond “ Please fuck me Mr. Geto, ”

He lifts me up and places me on the edge of his desk, roughly kissing me as I reach for his belt buckle. I unlatch it and he breaks the kiss to pull his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, I could literally see the hard on I gave him and how hard his cock was pressing against the fabric.

He lifts his shirt over his head revealing his hot body. He reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. Soon, he pulls my skirt up and moves my underwear to the side so he can push two of his fingers in me.

I arch my back and grip his shoulders as he pumps his fingers in and out of me repeatedly. I moan as he sucks on my neck harshly leaving a purple bruise.

“ Get on your knees, ” he commands after pulling his fingers out of my wet pussy walls. I do as he says and I get on my knees in front of him.

I pull his boxers down revealing his huge cock, I mean did expect it to be big but not this big. I bite my lip as I think about the length of him. I drag his underwear to his ankles and then wrap my hands around his cock.

I slowly pump him, making his hand grip the edge of the desk. I slowly open my mouth and begin sucking his dick. He grunts in pleasure as I fasten my pace.

I gag as he hits the back of my throat several times, but I continue to suck him off. His length hardens furthers and warm ropes of liquid gets shot down my throat.

I am sure to swallow it all before standing up in front of Mr. Geto, who is panting and with his eyes closed. He looks so pretty.

“ Mr. Geto? ” his eyes snap open as fast as I can process, he turns me around and bends me over his desk.

He drags my underwear down to my knees and slams into my wet pussy from behind. He covers my mouth with his large hand, silencing my pleasure - filled screams.

One of his hand is gripping my waist and the other is covering my mouth. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he continues to thrust in my pussy. I moan as he removes his hand from my mouth and places it on the other side of my waist, roughly slamming into me with force.

I grip the edge of the desk as my legs shake with pleasure. “ oh- fuc-, ” I moan and cover my mouth with my hand.

“ Holy shit, ” Mr. Geto grunts. He grips my hair and pulls it and I almost scream out in pleasure, loving the way it feels to have someone slamming into my pussy and pulling my hair at the same time.

“ Mr. Geto I’m gonn-, ” I cry out in pleasure just before I finish my sentence he lets go of my hair, my legs wobble as my body shakes with orgasm.

Mr. Geto continues to thrust into me slowly but roughly. He buries his head in my shoulder I feel his teeth against my bare skin.

He wraps his arms around my front as he slowly thrusts into me, stiffening more and more with each thrust. “ Shit, ” he curses as his hot ropes of cum fills my pussy. Thank god I’m on the pill.

He kisses my bare shoulder and pulls out of me. I lean against the desk for support since my legs aren’t doing the job at the moment.

“ Are you alright? ” he asks with concern and I nod.

“ Yeah, ” I respond as I pick my discarded clothes up from the floor. I slip my shirt on and then clip my bra back on.

“ Keep acting like that in class and we’ll do this more often, ” Mr. Geto says while buckling his belt and putting his shirt back on.

I look at him with a tired smirk “ I’ll be sure to do that, ” I reply “ And maybe next time you can fuck me flat on the desk, ” I suggest with a wink.

“ Definitely, ” he cups my face “ God, you’re so cute. ”

#geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader smut #geto x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu geto #jjk geto #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x yn #geto x you

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builtaworldwithyourlove · 7 months ago

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I Forget Where We Were

1.2k/ joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter Six: Time is Dancing

Hold it in, now let’s go dancing. I do believe we’re only passing through.

what to expect: Wholesome evenings with loverboy and the sweet precious angel baby. Unfortunately, we are it’s time for some angst

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,lover boy joel, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), boyfriend!joel? i repeat boyfriend!joel, slight daddy!kink, showering together but I kept it clean, let me know if you want the filthy version however💁🏻‍♀️, Joel’s past may just bite him in the ass.

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As you came out of the office, Joel and Sarah hung out of the truck windows, beeping and waving at you.

Laura, your work bestie, nudged you ‘Okay,now when are you planning on filling me in on the absolute hottie’

You waved back at Joel and kissed Laura on the cheek as you hugged her goodbye ‘Lunchtime, tomorrow.’

She squealed gleefully.

‘Love ya!’ You both shouted in unison and waved with your fingers.

Sarah was wriggling in her seat, so excited to see you& Joel got out the truck to kiss you hello. You wore cream coloured cigarette trousers, which sat above your ankles and complimented your anklet. This was paired with a blue and white striped shirt and your oversized tote and matching cream loafers. Joel had to bite his tongue, as he instantly fought the urge to tear your clothes off and devour you.

Sarah asked all about your day and you asked all about hers. ‘I wish I could come to work with you, it’s so much better than school’ Sarah sighed.

‘My job is boring baby girl, you’d have more fun working with your Daddy’ you looked at Joel and squeezed his thigh.

‘All Daddy does his hit things with a hammer and screw wood into things’ Sarah sighed.

You cackled at the double entendre that Sarah didn’t quite understand. Joel rolled his eyes replying ‘At least I don’t stare at a screen all day pretending to get shit done.’

‘Oooooooh’ you and Sarah teased in unison.

‘That’s 10 bucks for the swear jar Mr Miller’ you tutted, taking two 5 dollar bills out his wallet, handing one to Sarah and tucking one in your purse.

Joel tried to pretend he was angry, but the way you flicked the hair of your shoulders and grinned at him cut through his tough exterior.

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The three of you made it home and you helped Sarah with her homework whilst Joel mowed the lawn.

You greeted him with a beer when he came in, and kissed him, with a subtle lip bite. He growled quietly into your mouth and you started to make dinner whilst him and Sarah watched TV.

You danced around the kitchen dancing to Hozier, with a glass of red wine in hand. Joel leaned back on the sofa, straining his neck, just to watch you through the double doors that connected the kitchen to the living room. Sarah heard a song that you hummed whilst you painted her nails, she ran to see you and you picked her up and twirled her around on your hip and sang with her.

You both giggled quietly, and Joel couldn’t take his eyes off you.

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‘Are you and Daddy having a sleepover tonight?’Sarah batted her eyelashes hoping you’d say yes.

Joel nodded eagerly at you.

‘Why don’t I go home, get my stuff and then I’ll come and stay?’ you crouched down beside Sarah and negotiated.

She ran a lap round the living room , elated at the fact she would get another bed time story with you.

‘I’ll see you soon’ you planted a kiss to her forehead and then held Joel before walking back home to grab your overnight bag and your car.

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You pulled up outside and Joel ran to let you in. Sarah finished up her bath and you helped her brush her teeth. You pottered around the house tidying up after dinner, and packed Sarah’s school bag,

‘I could get used to having you around’ Joel swooned.

‘You’d get bored of me before I have the chance to unpack’ you jested.

The cogs in Joel’s head were turning as he thought of the perfect way to give you a spare key.

You read The Velveteen Rabbit to Sarah and Joel listened closely in the hallway, hidden out of view.

You tucked her up, kissed her goodnight and shut the door softly. Joel grabbed you around the waist, and pulled you into him.

‘Shall we get ready for a night of crappy TV?’ Joel began unbuttoning his shirt and lifted his faded black t shirt over his head, revealing an olive skinned stomach, chiselled down to his hips, and airbrushed in a layer of fine dark hair.

He pinned you against the banisters and pressed his lips against your neck as he carried you into his bathroom. He turned on the shower, and after bickering about the perfect temperature, Joel compromised and you had the shower how you liked it.

He lathered up his hands in your lavender shower gel, and washed every inch of your body. Intimately and delicately,placing soft kisses over your neck and chest. You wrapped your arms round him and stood under the rainfall, taking in his scent and letting the droplets fall from the bridge of his nose down your cheek.

You cupped Joel’s face in your hands, and traced his lips with your tongue. He grabbed a towel and wrapped you up in his arms.

‘Let’s get you cosy, baby’ Joel whispered in your ear, and hooked his pinky under the towel and removed it from your body. He sat on the edge of the bath drying off, as he watched you like a hawk as you rubbed in some cocoa butter.

Joel went into his bedroom and grabbed his glasses and a throw blanket, and you met him downstairs on the sofa with two mugs of chamomile tea.

You sat down with your back to the arm of the chair and your legs wide. You patted your chest as invitation for Joel to lay on you. In your usual tv watching spot, you stroked Joel’s curls as he drew circles on your thighs. His hand fell limp after 20 minutes,a sign he was deep in sleep.

With extreme caution , you slid out from under Joel and headed to bed, where you fell asleep on your own.

It was 11:16pm, and in your absence, Joel woke up in a panic. He bounded up the stairs, and rolled into bed next to you. He took you in his big arms, swept your hair off your neck and behind your shoulders, and kissed you goodnight. His arms slumped over your waist, and he set an alarm on his phone for 5am for you to get up and get ready for work in time.

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Joel’s phone flashed and buzzed with your morning alarm, as you slouched across him to turn it off.

You pressed the off button, and his lockscreen lit up. In front of the photo of him& Sarah, you noticed a notification that made your heart stop beating.

Mia:

‘Everything’s all sorted for my visit this weekend, we still on? Missing you🫶🏼

It must have been record timing between you reading that message and doing your hair and makeup and leaving for work, just to get out that house. Before you went,you checked on Sarah, ran down to make her lunch, making sure Joel realised that there was only lunch for one and you were long gone.

You signed a post it and left it on the fridge

‘Enjoy your lunch princess, and have a good day. Love you❤️’

‘Joel, send my love to Mia.’

Adrenaline pumped through your blood as you pulled up to work, texting Laura to come down to the front and meet you for a coffee.

Incoming Call: Joel

Just as you expected, he would be awake and downstairs by now.

You silenced your phone, and filled Laura in on everything.

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blogfullofemos · 1 year ago

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"Why Can't You Be More Like Richie?!!"

*I DO NOT CONDONE ANY COPYING OF MY WORK*

NSFW 18+ Kinktober 2023

Day 3: Hate Sex

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x F!reader

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: Carmen loves to see reader struggle and swallow her words. Some roughness. An alternative butter churner sex position (Now Chefs, I did not know that's what that position was called. Butter Churner? Why?). Overstimulation (f!reader), squirting (1), and a soft ending. (I'm not that toxic and heartless.).

I did not proofread, so you will see mistakes. I would just like to let you chefs know, I might be gone for 2 weeks. Work and school. I'll try and complete some more Kinktober prompts, but I didn't realize how packed my schedule is this month. Really some Carmen Berzatto of me, I know. Enjoy. Oh and the title is what started this all...

“So what was that you said earlier, sugartits.” Carmen pushes as he slowly contorts your body.

“Carmen Ber-Berzatto, don’t you fuckin-.” you threaten with a glare.

“Oh but I- FUCKIN’- dare.” he smiles victoriously as he succeeds in pinning you into position. You try to bring your butt back on the bed, kicking your legs out without trying to hit your face with your feet. Carmen’s arm muscles prominent as he fights to keep you locked in, his tattoos more enticing by the additional flexing. You claw at his legs that kept your backside to be propped so high, trying your best to make him fall. He laughs as he watches you struggle below him, knowing that he already won, no matter how ruthless you got to get at him.

You let out a loud frustrated growl as your body slumps onto itself. Your knees adding pressure to your chest with your ankles by your shoulders. Carmen slaps your left butt cheek before combing his golden curls back, standing tall and with a cocky smile. His blue eyes looking at your face and going farther down to your exposed vulnerabilities. His legs falter as his flush runs down to his chest, his stiff cock perfectly positioned between your soaking folds. You bite your bottom lip to restrain your moan, not wanting to boost Carmen’s ego any more than it already was.

Taking hold of his cock and tapping it against you with an obscene wet noise. His tip hits your clit at every beat, making your body jolt to it. “Look at you. Just needy for it.” he teases, fondly watching your body’s reaction to every slight of touch. He presses his firm cock between your folds and slowly ruts it on you. Your breath hitches at the subtle friction as blood rushes straight to your head simultaneously. Your cunt clenches for his cock, as he can visibly see and feel followed by his quiet “Fuck.”.

“F-fuck you Ber-zatto.” you say, wincing while your body rolls with intense waves of pleasure. Everything feeling much stronger than usual, your head feeling much lighter. Carmen hums, positioning his cock to your pleading hole. “My pleasure babe.” he quips pushing himself fully into you in seconds.

Your head pushes deeper into the sheets of the bed as you trying to find purchase around you. A gasping cry leaving you because his cock hits your spongy tissue just from entry. “Carm!!! Carmy!!” you warn him, hitting his legs to try and get him to understand. But Carmen just chuckles. Slowly pulling out of you right to the tip, just to ram back in making your eyes roll back. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” he prods keeping up the torturous pace “You started it.. And now.. Now you want me to stop?” he adds. You mewl, clawing your hands anywhere and everywhere. Your brain short-circuiting to every electrifying thrust.

“Carm.. Fuck Carmy!!” you moan out. He picks up pace by keeping a strong hold on the back of your thighs. His fingers forming crescents to your skin. You slap your hands on his, clawing at his wrists giving him a pleading cry. Your stomach tightening and seething, your orgasm running toward its release. “CARMEN PLEASE!! P-PLEASE!! FUCK!!” you beg.

“ ‘Try m-me’… That’s what you-fuck fuck- said right?” he reminds you.

Yeah you compared him to cousin Richie in the petty argument, which led him to say "Choose your next words wisely sug'!!". And yes. You shouldn't have gotten in his face, saying a seething "Try me.".

You cry his name and he shakes his head, keeping his eyes on yours, his tatted hand snaking up to where it all ends. Licking his thumb, he presses down your clit and that was it. You take in a loud inhale as your body legit shudders, your head and eyes rolling back.

You feel water splatter onto you. Your neck, your chest, and mostly your stomach. Your legs and butt finally falling back on the bed, as Carmen’s mouth finding solace on your neck. You place your hands on his back, silently crying from the blissful euphoria as you hug him closer to you. You couldn’t hear anything but your racing heart. Carmen adjusts himself comfortably above you, breaking away from your embrace. He shushes while soothingly brushing his thumbs on your temples. “You okay beautiful?” he asks, his eyes searching for any more signs of his immense fuck up. The way you kept your legs tightly closed making his heart hammer with regret. “T-too m-much Carm-.”

“Fuck!! I’m soo sorry sweeth-.”

“But I’m okay… Just l-let me calm down. I never squir-ted before.” you say with a teary smile. Carmen’s fearful regret turning into a laughing relief.“Told you not to poke the bear sweetheart.”

#the bear fx #fx the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy x you

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taintedevesayori · 9 months ago

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Sayo's Route: Ecstasy 03

This chapter is 18+

Please do not read if you are a minor/uncomfortable with sex

Sayo's Route Masterlist

-Sayo is in Kou’s room, the two sitting together on the floor. He’s telling her a story about his last performance

Kou: -And I was surrounded by fangirls! It took forever to get rid of them so I could go home. Haha…Some of them can be cute but most of them are so needy~

Sayo: Fufu…That sounds like quite the hassle. You get girls crowding around you at school all the time too, don’t you?

Kou: Of course I do. Are you jealous, Sayo-chan~?

Sayo: No. You’re an idol. I’m not surprised they all want your attention. Fufu…Or do you want me to be?

Kou: I think it would be cute if you were a little jealous…but you have no reason to be. I’m not interested in any of those girls.

Sayo: And that’s why I don’t need to be jealous.

Kou: Hmph…You’re too cool headed, Sayo-chan. I wish you would lose your composure more often.

-Kou suddenly grins at her mischievously before pinning her down on the floor

Kou: Like now, maybe?

Sayo: What are you plotting…?

-He leans down to whisper in her ear

Kou: You’ll have to wait and see~

-His lips move down to her throat, placing a kiss on the side of her neck. He bites down in the same spot

Sayo: I see…

Kou: Nn…You sound a little disappointed, Sayo-chan. Were you hoping it would be something else~?

Sayo: Of course not…!

Kou: Phew…I’m not opposed, you know?

-Kou slips his hands under her shirt

Sayo: Ah! Kou! This wasn’t what I meant!

Kou: But now I’m thinking about it? Haah…

-He moves back and pushes her shirt up to her shoulders

Sayo: K-Kou…!

Kou: Fufu…You’re flustered now. How cute~

-He bites down on her side

Sayo: Ngh…Kou, come on…

Kou: Fufu…If you want me to touch you, just say so, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: W-What?!

Kou: Like this, maybe?

-He bites one of her breasts, groping the other

Sayo: Ah?!

-Kou looks up at her and chuckles

Kou: You’re so cute, Sayo-chan. You make me want to mess you up real good~

-Her blush darkens to bright red

Sayo: What the hell does that mean?!

Kou: Fufu…Want to find out? You’ll have to lose the rest of your clothes…

-Kou tugs on her bra

Sayo: W-Wait! No!

Kou: What’s the problem, Sayo-chan? Aren’t we lovers? This is the kind of thing lovers do…

Sayo: W-Well…

-He kisses her

Kou: You don’t have to be scared…I promise I won’t give you more than you can handle.

-He trails kisses down her neck

Sayo: Haah…I can’t win against you…

Kou: Fufu…I’ll make you feel real pleasure, Sayo-chan~

(Oh jeez…I hope I don’t regret this…)

-Kou slips her shirt the rest of the way off before unhooking her bra and tossing it away. She whimpers as his lips and teeth teased one breast, his fingers teasing the other

Kou: Fufu…I can smell your arousal, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: K-Kou…

Kou: Fufu…Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a good girl, craving me after just a little touching. I’ll give you more, don’t worry~

-He pulls her skirt off, tossing it away before suddenly picking her up. He moves over to the bed, dropping her on it

Kou: The floor isn’t very comfy, right?

-She watches, extremely flustered, as Kou undresses down to his boxers. He grabs her ankle, pulling on her leg so that she falls onto her back before crawling on top of her

Kou: You’ve gone quiet. Are you embarrassed~?

Sayo: O-Of course…I’ve never done anything like this…

-He places a kiss on her forehead

Kou: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you…But first, I’m gonna cover that pretty little body of yours in my marks~

*Timeskip*

-Sayo is on Kou’s lap, her hips bouncing up and down on his shaft, as he is drinking from her wrist

Sayo: Haah…Ahh…Kou…please…I can’t keep this up…

Kou: Of course you can, Sayo-chan~!

-He grabs her waist, pushing her hips down so that his shaft is inside of her as deep as possible

Sayo: Kou….!

-Tears well up in her eyes as he grinds their hips together. She whimpers, grabbing onto his shoulders

Kou: Fufu…You’re all teary eyed and desperate…How adorable, Sayo-chan~ Have I been denying you for too long? Let me see my progress then…

-He pushes her down onto her back, looking her body up and down

Kou: I’ve successfully covered your body in my marks…There’s no denying who you belong to now. I guess I can give you some proper attention now.

Sayo: Ahh…!

-He begins thrusting at a fast pace, earning frequent moans from her

Kou: Fufu…Sayo-chan, you’ve become so lewd…I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, got it?

Sayo: Y-Yes…!

Kou: Good. I guess I’m getting close too…You’ll cum with me, won’t you?

Sayo: Mm…Mhm…!

-Kou grabs one of her hands, interlacing their fingers. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he leans down and silences her with a kiss. The warmth of his cum filling her pushes her over the edge as well. She wraps an arm around his chest, tightly clinging onto him

Kou: Haah…Sayo-chan…I love you…you know that, right?

Sayo: I…I love you too…

Monologue

“I love you too” The words spilled from my lips before I could think about it. As I laid there in Kou’s arms, reeling from the sin we had just committed, I realized that those words were true. I was unsure when Subaru had asked me, but now I knew. The warm feeling of realization helped distract me from what we had done.

#diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #sayori makina #kou mukami #sayo's route #diabolik lovers fanfiction #steamy

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amaiguri · 1 year ago

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The First Demon—Zalathiel Paralogue

I guess I'm on a writing-sharing kick so here is literally the best thing I've ever written, in my opinion. It perfectly encapsulates my taste right now. I like it so much, I keep trying to write everything else like it -- the problem is, it doesn't WORK with everything else. And also, it's a middle chapter of like a 150k word story. But who knows? Maybe you'll pick it up from context...

What follows is a first-person retrospective piece on the childhood of the current Inquisitor-General, Zalathiel Kalespari.

(Zalathiel, Acting-Inquisitor General) My half-sister, Tsinavi, never suffered the first Demon of children’s cruelty: ostracism. She was largely beloved yet she still was the strange type of girl to appear in your closet one day unannounced. The little moth hung by her knees from the coat rack in my new office — reading my less-classified reports with her golden locks hanging like wings and a red apron covering her face. God only knows how she got into all these places but I’d have Saravanya check my office later.

Za: Tsinavi, what are you doing here?

Tsi: Bored.

A perfectly average response from her.

Za: Tsi—

Tsi: No.

She knew I was going to tell her to get on a train and go home. But with both Chetiel and I in Telethens, there was little chance of even bribing her to spend the fortnight returning to Zavlakya.

Za: Tsi, please — father is going to chew me out for this.

Tsi: Pfttt, sounds like your problem!

I sighed. She was at the age where she was no longer required to attend school nor stay in her home city — but instead of taking the time to apprentice herself somewhere, she had doggedly followed Chetiel and I everywhere. On occasion, we found her in disciplinary centers for trespassing. The trespassing had declined in recent months — or rather, the arrests had.

Za: Don’t you have training programs to apply to?

Tsi: I told you, I can’t! I don’t know what I’m supposed to be the best at yet.

Za: You’re fourteen. You’re not gonna know unless you try things.

Tsi: I am trying things.

Za: Reading my confidential files isn’t “trying things”, Tsi.

Tsi: Okay.

Za: …You’re not listening.

Tsi: Nope!

I trusted her implicitly but I did not trust her ability to stave off the mental effects of demons. I removed her unceremoniously from my coat rack, retrieved my classified documents, and returned her to the floor. She tried to bite my ankle but I stepped over her.

When I was her age, I still suffered a military school education. Father, the fool that he was, insisted that both my brother, Chetiel, and I go to “uphold the family legacy” or some such nonsense. And Mother (not Tsi’s mother) was a double agent for the North — and when she found out I knew, she heard no arguments against it. Chetiel hated it. He snuck out to the Theatre every week to lounge backstage at punk operas and endear himself to the skinny-legged producer. And I was much stupider back then — I hadn’t cultivated the kind of demeanor people trusted. You see, I made the mistake of thinking the Aftokratoria was truly a meritocracy — that my peers, literal children, would hear my astute observations and witty repartee and swoon. My brother — perhaps by virtue of being minutes older than I — entertained no such illusions. I suppose he’d learned to hide our unusual Thuillean accents sooner, and he made all our friends on my behalf. I, unfortunately, made monsters of them.

Tsi groaned and rolled across the floor, before she crawled into a chair at last. Once in it, she sat properly — like a goblin who pretended to know how to portray a “girl.”

Ts: Fine. Give me better advice. How did you know what you were best at?

Za: You know this is a flawed approach to making life decisions, yes?

Tsi: Answer the question!

Za: There was a pretty girl and I decided I wanted to follow her.

I first met Nesa after an alleged-Demon murdered one of the students on campus. She and her mentor came and spoke to our class about the signs of Demons — mismatched eye-colors, inhumanly smooth voices, striking beauty, and staring for too long without blinking. Nesa was stunning and she displayed all of them.

Tsinavi disapproved of this answer.

Ts: Why did you make a life decision about a girl you weren’t dating?

Za: I don’t recommend it, but I’m sure you’ll have more empathy for it when you’re older.

She pouted and kicked my chair leg.

Ts: Why can’t I follow you?

Za: Most Inquisitors get recruited very young, Tsi. Most have killed their first Demon by your age.

Ts: You were older!

Za: I was not — they just didn’t know about my first Demon. I killed one of the children the Bloodsmith turned.

Ts: Oh. Well, then I’ll go kill a Demon!

Za: If I let you go Demon hunting, Father will kill me.

Ts: Pfft, but he couldn’t though…

I permitted myself to snicker. I shared our disdain for father but he actually liked her. I hoped she would continue to leverage his generosity and position as the former Lead Intelligence Officer for the Northern Campaign to get herself into a field which would sufficiently challenge her.

Za: Fine. I will give you a task to see if you even like Inquisiting. Consider it your tryout.

Ts: Really?

Za: Apprentice yourself to Senator Diacaius Praefori and hide your connection to me as much as possible. If you can do it, I’ll let you in.

He didn’t take apprentices — he only took those with formal political philosophy training as assistants whom he would later promote. Never apprentices. But if anyone could convince him otherwise, it was Tsi.

Ts: If he’s actually as smart as they say, then he’ll know I’m the best possible candidate he could have as an apprentice.

I smiled. This was exactly the sort of arrogance I had as a child — and exactly the sort of excessive honesty that ruined my classmates’ opinions of me. A week on the Zavlakihk Docks fixed me right up — enough to charm even Nesa — but as I child, I had held honesty and wit equivalent to charisma.

I once told an upperclassman — Svyet, I think he was named — that he was the sort of person who could name every type of armbar, but could not name one time his mother was proud of him. I wasn’t wrong. He laughed it off, of course — to exude enmity would be to expose vulnerability afore his mindless… posse. He made some comment to the effect of, “You wouldn’t be saying that if Chetiel wasn’t here” which was markedly untrue, but he didn’t know that. And lack of information was always the most dangerous place to be for a Demon-hunter.

Za: Tsi, if you’re going to do this, take it seriously. Observe your target to draw out their weaknesses — do not assume your current strategy will work because you are strong.

Ts: Senator Diacaius is a big softie for little girls. Look how many daughters he has. And he’s never claimed his sons! He’ll love me.

She wasn’t wrong.

Za: On second thought, maybe I’ll pay him a visit too…

Ts: Pfft, he won’t like you!

Za: …No. But his daughter might.

Ts: What, the Burned Maiden of Thuille? She’ll take one look at you and hate you! I don’t buy any of that “symbol of the peace” horse doodoo!

I shook my head. There was a lot of intelligence on her — a concerning amount, in fact, one might call it “obsession.” From what I could tell, she was a scared little girl — good with a knife, and useless without. She would take to any genuine kindness like a Demon to blood.

Za: Of course, because she isn’t a symbol at all. She’s a person — and people are easy, if you know how to use them. You are not ready for that, Tsi.

My brother stole out to the Theatre one night and I had to provide an alibi. He knew how to use people. We weren’t allowed to leave the school at the time, so I attended a dorm party masquerading as him — but I also left early to “help my brother study.” Those sorts of meaningless social functions exhausted me and the weather was horrid. I just wanted to be home with a cup of tea and a good physics codex.

When I emerged from the throng of the crowd, a gang followed me. I led them somewhere nice and secluded — just for Svyet and his corteges. They craved the blood of the frail, awkward little brother who scored one point above his more popular brother on everything. Who was I to deny them?

They could have easily killed me with overwhelming numbers and physical superiority. They did push me over. One gashed my forearm with a nail. Then, Svyet did some grandstanding and told me to apologize — the rain haloing his form like some seabeast rising through the storm.

But I knew a thing or two about theatre from my brother’s secret ravings; I smashed a rock through the nearest window for the glass and I pointed to the longest shard in the bottom rail. I told him to apologize first — stick his neck on the shard and I’d forgive him.

They balked.

“Svyet, it seems it won’t just be your mother who thinks you’re pathetic… Can’t even beat up one underclassman on your own? You need a whole centurion to do it for you?”

People are simple. They all don masks and classifications, but the minute the curtain’s down, the masks come off. Svyet was not a secure person who laughed off insults and bantered back — he was a narcissist and a bully and a disappointment to his parents. No one would miss him.

And no one did.

When he’d finished spilling his blood over the window, I turned to the other stunned, older boys. I told them this: “I have two simple commands:

“The first: You will not lay a hand on me or my brother again.

“The second: You will not tell anyone happened here. If you tell someone and I’m arrested, you will be not safe. I already have one of your heads; do not give me the others.”

My brother was furious. He demanded to know where I’d been and why my hands were in rags all night. I never admitted to anything, but I think Chetiel knew when the Inquisitors came looking for a Demon, they were looking for me.

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m3ll0k · 2 years ago

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A small part of this student x principle smut

“Sit down.” I sat on the seat he was pointing to.

“Now why is it that I keep getting complaints about you? Why do you give these teachers a hard time?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t like being at this stupid school.” I answered.

“Well whether you like it or not it’s not up to you.” He slowly walked towards me and grabbed my chin to make me look up at him. I instinctively closed my legs to ignore the feeling he just gave me.

“What should I do for you to make you be a good girl hm? He ran his thumb across my lip awaiting my response.

“Um I don’t know.” I tried to look away but the hold he had on me was tight.

“You don’t? Well I have a great idea for you princess.” His words alone made me so wet. He let go of my face and told me to stand in front of his desk. I did as I was told and waited for him.

“Pull down your skirt and underwear for me okay?”

“But what if someone sees?” I questioned, worry filling my voice.

“They won't, I promise.” He walked towards me and rubbed circles on my back in an effort to calm me down. Truth be told it worked because I pulled my skirt and underwear down to my ankles.

“Good girl.” He soon started to rub my ass and then I felt a sharp pain against me.

“Count baby.” He told me. I only nodded in response and then he hit me again.

“Two.” I wearily spoke. He hit me over and over again until it felt unbearable to handle. I had tears in my eyes and my ass hurt more than ever.

“You did so good baby girl, you did such a good job.” He praised me, which only made me wetter. He stood there for a good second just rubbing my ass to make it feel better.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Ready for what?” He spread my legs open and slipped his fingers inside me with ease. He moved his fingers in and out of me at such a fast pace that I couldn't take it. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs as he fingered me. He started to kiss and bite up my back leaving marks and hickies. I felt myself ready to just squirt all over his hands. He was making me feel so unbelievably good that I couldn’t think about anything besides how good his fingers feel.

“Please sir please fuck me please I need you.” I begged.

“I got you angel.” And with that he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his dick. I moaned at the feeling of him inside me and gripped the desk to keep myself up. He grabbed my hips and fucked me like I was nothing but a toy to him.

“Fuck you feel so good princess.” He grabbed my hair to pull me towards him so he can fuck me deeper. He felt so good inside me, he was hitting every spot I didn’t know I had. My legs started to shake and I felt myself being close to cuming.

“Not yet baby don’t cum yet wait for me okay?”

“Okay daddy.” He increased his pace and his grip on my waist became tighter.

“Go ahead baby cum for me.” Just as he commanded I came all over him making a mess. I felt his cum slowly drip outside of me and onto my thighs.

“Look at that you took it so well bunny. You’re such a cute pathetic slut.” I looked down at the mess I made and got embarrassed at the sight.

“Now what did you learn baby?”

“Um I learned to not act up in class.”

“Good girl now put your clothes back on and head back to class.” He ordered.

“Yes sir.”

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fayes-fics · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Drabble #3: Role Play

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, professor/student role play, oral sex (f to m), vaginal sex.

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Err this one got away from me a bit in terms of word count. Yes I know these quiz questions are not university course level, it's just a married couple role-playing together ;) Although I now might need a Professor AU Benedict lol. Also sorry but this picture is the closest I could get to modern professor Benedict, with the elbow patches etc.

“What happened to your homework?” He peers over his glasses at you as you sit a little back from his desk in a plastic seat.

“I’m so sorry, Professor Bridgerton, my dog ate it,” you simper, tugging at the tiny kilt you are wearing, bringing attention to the flash of thigh where your pull-ups end.

“That is quite possibly the worst excuse I have ever heard,” he raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry y/n, but I will have to fail you unless you can turn in this assignment before midnight.”

You glance at the clock. “But, Professor, it’s 9 pm; I have no chance to turn it in by then. Is there nothing else I can do to pass your class, sir?” you emphasise the last word, then bite your lip and play with the top button on your tight white shirt.

His eyes flash at you before schooling his expression. He clears his throat, removes his glasses and nervously shuffles some papers on his desk. Oh, he is playing the part so well.

“I could give you a quiz right now? I will allow you to pass if you answer all the questions correctly.”

“Oh yes, please, thank you,” you enthuse.

He stands and rounds the large wooden desk and perches against it right in front of you, crossing his arms and his legs at the ankles.

“Question 1. Who wrote ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’?”

“John Keats,” you respond instantly and are surprised when he peels off his tweed jacket with the elbow patches.

“Well done,” he compliments. “Question 2. Which famous poet and playwright was born in Ireland in 1854 and died in Paris in 1900?”

You swallow and glance at him, communicating silently that you don’t know. Oscar Wilde, he mouths at you with a smirk, breaking character briefly.

“Oscar Wilde,” you reply quickly, then in gratitude, you uncross your legs to show your complete lack of underwear.

It’s his turn to swallow heavy, and he stumbles over his “Correct.” Then he removes his crumpled shirt to reveal the toned lithe body you know so well. It feels like the temperature in the room has notched up a few degrees.

“Professor, why are you taking off your clothes?” You play as if you're nervous.

“There is also a practical exam at the end of your quiz, y/n,” is his reply. “If you perform to my satisfaction, I will give you an A.”

You feel yourself flood at his words. Oh, god, yes.

“Question 3. Whose magnum opus is titled Don Juan? And is very overrated, I might add.”

It’s your turn to smirk; there’s one poet Benedict really doesn’t care for. “Lord Byron.”

“Excellent,” with that, he reaches down and rather disappointingly only removes his brown leather brogues.

“Should I be preparing myself for the physical exam as well, professor?” You tease wide-eyed, popping open a button over your breasts.

“Not necessary, y/n,” he breezes, still leaning down, removing his socks. “I can already see you are well prepared for what I need of you,” his eyes linger on the wet glaze between your legs very intentionally.

Oh fuck, Benedict.

He straightens back up. “Question 4. Edward Rochester is…”

“Jane Eyre,” you interrupt hurriedly; he knows it’s one of your favourites.

“That may have been too easy,” he chuckles, then pushes off the desk to stand, and with a heated look, he unbuckles his belt and allows the loose corduroys to drop to the floor.

“Professor…” you sigh fervently, taking in the sight before you, touching yourself unconsciously. All that is left now is his small black boxer briefs. Definitely Benedict’s, not his character’s; they are filled with a rigid cock you are desperate to touch.

“Y/n,” his voice is silky, “look at my face, please, not my body.”

“Yes, Professor,” your answer is coy, biting your lip and gyrating your hips against your seat, seeking friction against your swollen clit as you peer up at his face. His molten stare burns into you.

“Final question, if you get this correct, you will not fail,” he reminds. “Name the author, play and character from this line ‘For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?’” His crooked smile catches your heart. It’s your favourite play.

You lean forward and grab his hips which he does not stop or protest.

“William Shakespeare,” you begin as you sink from the chair to kneel right in front of him.

“Much Ado About Nothing,” you continue and pull his underpants down yourself.

“BeneDICK,” you answer pointedly, wrap your lips around his cock, and suck him deep into your mouth as he groans loudly and grabs your hair in their bunches.

“God, yes. You pass,” he growls.

“Thank you, Professor Bridgerton,” you mumble around his cock, letting him rock deeper as he directs your head, wrapping your hair around his hands. Revelling in his taste, this moment. This role-play was a bloody genius idea.

“Now I have passed; how do I get my A, please, Professor?” you ask flirtatiously, looking up at him as you pull back to tease him gently.

“Lay over my desk. Right now.”

You spring to your feet and pointedly turn around, flip up the back of your mini kilt, rub your butt cheeks against his cock, and lower your top half over his desk.

“Like this, Professor?” you inquire, looking back over your shoulder at him coquettishly.

“Yes,” he hisses, one large hand grabbing the crest of your hipbone as he lines up and sinks into you. You both moan loudly as you adjust to the sensation. He always feels so wonderful lodged deep inside.

“Don't be gentle,” you murmur as he crowds over your back.

“Okay, darling,” he whispers, placing his wedding ring over yours as he laces your fingers together on the desk, the hand on your hip slipping between your thighs as he pulls back and surges into you again.

He proceeds to fuck you so hard that you have marks on your hips; he kisses them better every night until they fade.

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rae-gar-targaryen · 3 years ago

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Also now I also need Remus figuring out reader has a thing for being man-handled 😵‍💫🌻

HAHA I am UNWELL. Why can't I just write a simple blurb? Anyway, I hope you enjoy...

18+ only please -- thigh-riding, biting, finger sucking, throat grabbing, couch sex, my stupid ass.

something so magic about you [marauders!remus lupin x fem!reader]

word count: 4.2k (HAHA HOW) of unedited domestic bliss, nonsense, and my stupid attempts at sexy touching, my usual abuse of simile and metaphor.

If you enjoyed, please rb, thanks!

Some things break. You know this. Broken glass happens.

The noise of thin, blown glass shattering clinked and rang through your apartment, glass pieces like cracked eggshells mingling with the amber tea now spilled in splotched puddles along the faded tiled floor of yours and Remus’s tiny, shared kitchen.

As soon as he heard the noise, Remus shot up from his resting place at the little table near the window in corner of the kitchenette. Fresh berries halfway to his mouth when he took in the sight of you standing next to a puddle of what was once tea, the green glass mug that you had found whilst thrifting now in jagged pieces scattered around your socked feet.

Not wasting any time, or sparing any thought for his own similarly-stockinged feet, Remus strode to you – little care for the loose state of the cardigan drooping over your bare shoulder, or how one sock was sliding and bunched at your ankle – when he fixed both hands around your waist and scooped you like you weighed nothing. Settling you onto the kitchen counter and away from the mess.

Maybe it was the shock at Remus’s sudden action; maybe it was the thrill of him lifting you so easily up and away. (Was added strength a bonus of lycanthropy? Maybe you’d needed to look into this).

Whatever it was, the borderline-embarrassing shrieking little squeak you’d emanated upon being lifted onto the kitchen counter by your love was … well. Remus would have to tuck that one into his back pocket for later.

For now, his hands enveloped your face, cupping your jaw and concernedly searching your eyes for any pain, be it glass or burns.

“Are you okay, kit?” Remus asked, thumbs stroking over cheekbones as he assessed the mess.

“Of course, Rem,” you giggled, placing a hand over his heart as he stood between your legs, unconcerned for the state of his own dampening socks. Your heart rate returning to normal in the aftermath of the shattered glass and of Remus literally sweeping you off your feet. “Though I really wish you wouldn’t call me that, Moony. We aren’t school-children anymore.”

Remus sighed through his nose, the corner of his mouth quirking at your statement. You didn’t call him by his schooltime moniker often. He’d leave that to James and Sirius. Besides, you’d had your own names for him that were definitely reserved for the two of you alone. Sweetheart. Honey. Love… A few that were definitely more inappropriate, and he’d keep those to himself.

But for now, you were fine. Definitely fine, if you could sass him.

“Can’t do. Won’t do. You know you’re always my kit, my fox.” he pecked your nose quickly while turning from his most cherished place between your legs, spread on the countertop, long fingers trailing over the tops of bared thighs, as he turned to pluck the larger glass pieces from the floor and into the bin.

“You know, you literally have magic for that,” you called from your perch, watching Remus clean. You made to slide off the counter, only to be met with Remus’s eyes and a pointed finger.

“I wouldn’t entrust anything as imperfect as magic when it comes to taking care of you. Stay there, kit. I don’t want you near the glass.” The low timbre of his voice and the flash of his eyes compelled you to obey, the burn of where his fingertips had gripped your waist to lift you still at the forefront of your mind. He really could be commanding, when he’d wanted to. Or when you wanted him to.

“Fine,” you huffed, watching Remus go. “Suppose it’s fine. The cup was an old one. And in the grand scheme of things, aren’t some things made to be broken?” You swayed your feet along with the song playing softly from the wireless in the other room.

“Drinking glasses, my dear, are not made to be broken,” Remus amended, now mopping the sad state of what was supposed to be your morning tea from the old tiles. “Nothing is.”

“Untrue,” you crowed, beaming at him from your place on the counter. “Spaghetti if you have a small pot?”

Remus huffed; he knew you were pleased with yourself, taking in the curve of your smiling mouth, your lips full and eyes brimming with mirth.

He could kiss your laughing mouth, every second of every day. He really could.

“Come on then, k– my little fox,” he amended.

Eager to test the theory percolating while he’d cleaned, he’d scooped you once more, twirling you a bit as he’d moved you from the counter to the now-clean kitchen floor.

And there it was.

The pleased little hum. The rush of heat blooming against your skin beneath his fingertips. The sweet catch of your breath as he’d moved your body for you. You enjoyed it.

File that one away for later, indeed.

—

Remus was like autumn. Steady. Evoking warm, easy shades of yellow and amber. Embodying comfort, the desire for warmth. The heat of fading summer in his touches and behind his eyes, replaced with coolness of an easy temperament and reasoning. Quiet like the falling rain outside of your window.

And in some ways, an absolute torment. An even-keeled purgatory that made you long for an extreme. Like now, for instance.

And it was true. Remus on this day had to be some kind of torment concocted by a higher deity (that you didn’t believe in, by the way) who sought to punish only you. For today was a day for the two of you to relax; and only one of you seemed capable of following the rules of said day.

You sat on the leftmost cushion of the threadbare couch, space heater blasting warm, welcome air over your bare legs, clad in one of Remus’s stretched, thinning t-shirts that he had purchased from an art museum gift shop during a prior visit, the screen-print of Monet’s “Water Lilies” long-since faded, a barely-decipherable swirling blur of greens, blues and florals.

Thumbing your way through a copy of “El Club Dumas” that belonged to your beloved, enjoying the literary mystery of an ill-fated rare book collector. Soft music still playing, a plate of half-eaten toast with tart lingonberry jam left near the corner of the coffee table.

You enjoyed reading Remus’s copies from his own curated collection. They were well-loved, to say the least. Pages were dogeared to indicate favorites; lines were drawn under treasured passages with reverent blue ink, so as not to be lost. An occasional coffee mug stain adorned a back cover, a resting place of contemplative caffeination and prose.

And every so often, you were delighted to discover annotations here and there in a random margin, when something had occurred within the confines of Remus’s mind, which you often likened to the rippling surface of the ocean, caught within the changing tide. Cool, steady, churning depths that belied something deeper. Sea-green moments of tinged thoughtfulness with depths that others may never see.

Said annotations were also a puzzlement of dark, oceanic depth. For one, they were basically illegible-- between Remus’s cramped, looped handwriting and the smudging away of the ink due to his thumbing through the pages time and again, you could no sooner decipher about sixty percent of the notes than you could decipher the machinations swirling behind Remus’s honey-amber eyes when he would glance up from the pages of his own novel to stare out the window.

The two of you were supposed to be relaxing; and you were holding up your end. Reading in the comfort of cozy, well-loved clothes by the warmth of your sputtering heater. (Probably a fire hazard, though you certainly weren’t about to snitch to Remus’s overbearing landlady, who you were convinced hated you). The source of an endlessly embarrassing anecdote about her coming to the door to notify Remus of noise complaints by the neighbors, and could his guest please keep her voice down?

She’d come back a while later complaining of yet more noise – the two of you really needed to figure a way to stifle the noise of the headboard against the wall.

So, you were reading.

Remus, on the other hand. The light of your life? He was working. Poring over notes from his editor, scribbling angrily, huffing at pages rife with red ink.

You had been hoping, perhaps foolishly, that “relax,” when Remus had suggested it, was a euphemism for some mutually-beneficial form of relaxation. Perhaps a nice nap would follow a particular form of well-earned physical exertion. Flashes of Remus bending you over the couch, or of fucking you right on the living room floor near the space heater, permeated your mind. Your idea was clearly different from Remus’s, however.

How dare he sit across the room from you looking so inviting -- leaned back in his chair, pen in hand and between his lips in ponderment. His legs were spread wide, thighs creating an inviting “v” on either side of the chair. His sandy hair was slightly mussed and sticking up in funny patches, curled over his eas and indicating where he had been tugging on it in moments of the passive, absentminded frustration so frequently-suffered by deep thinkers.

He needn’t tug, you thought. You would be so glad to do it for him, if ever he would ask.

He wore clothes indicative of a lazy day -- an old plain t-shirt covered by a well-loved cardigan rolled to the elbows, his fine-lined and minimalist tattoos trailing down a bared forearm. Replete with a pair of grey sweatpants. Remus was a well-loved, cozy Autumn day.

It was honestly unreasonable how good he looked while sitting across from you, paying you no mind. Inconsiderate, really.

You could only sigh and rub your thighs together from your spot on the couch so many times before Remus was bound to get the gist.

So you sighed one last time, cheeks warm with your frustration and the proximity to the heater, rolling your eyes and closing the Reverte novel with a gentle whump.

“Peevish of you,” Remus broke the silence, turning to gaze at you, honey eyes blinking owlishly. “What could you possibly have to pout about today?”

You hmm’d lightly, “Rem …”

“Fox,” Remus countered.

“This was supposed to be our day to relax. It was your idea,” you nodded at his stack of papers and his aged typewriter, dog-eared pages beneath a steaming mug of tea dwarfing the card table that comprised his workspace. “You’re not relaxing.”

Remus exhaled, drawing his hands through his hair once more, your eyes following the journey of his fingers as he carded through tresses, leaning back in his chair with a groan and tossing the pen onto his stack of papers with a mild clack.

“Do I not look relaxed?” he rumbled, the barest hint of a dare behind his words. A dare you were confident didn't carry any depth as you watched your beloved now swipe at his own bleary eyes.

You rolled onto your stomach, burning eyes glittering and glaring up at him from your spot on the couch.

“No,” you passively rolled your eyes, “you don’t.”

“And that annoys you, does it, little fox?”

“Rem,” you sighed. “Don’t be irritating. You know damn well … it isn’t as relaxing for me if you’re working. Now I feel like I need to do something,” you were whining now. A tone you knew would either plague Remus until he paid attention to you, or endear you to him all the same.

Selfishly, you hoped for the former. The thrilling tingle of want that coursed through you at the promise of your lover's exertion in times of annoyance, of how he would respond to you so well was hardly a deterrent for being, admittedly, somewhat bratty.

Your love could be downright wolfish when he wanted to be.

And truth be told, you were very flustered. Whether said fluster was the result of Remus’s maddening inability to honor your lazy day pact, or the fact that his cozy, threadbare sweater and his spread legs rendered him devastatingly, ever-moreso inviting, you weren’t quite sure. But the heat radiating across your cheeks couldn’t only be the result of your proximity to the heater. That you knew.

Remus chuckled darkly, his honeyed eyes glinting with midnight mischief.

“Oh, poor fox,” he sing-songed, mock tone laden with lilting pity, “Surely no one has suffered as you have suffered.”

“Suffering is relative, then, don’t you think? Surely, there is some objective measure of ache, of pain?”

“Ache?" Remus quirked a brow at you, honeyed and hopeful, playful and piteous. "And if I fucked you silly, would you pipe down?”

“Hmmm,” you put your book down, marking the page before rising from the couch and swaying over to where your beloved was seated. “I’m not so sure. Can you even be trusted to pay attention to me?”

You perched yourself onto Remus’s lap, one of his thighs between yours, as you twined your arms around his neck, settling in and making sure to wiggle your hips over his thigh as you settled, teasing the building ache between your own legs as you went.

“You’re awful, you know,” You brought a hand up to cup Remus’s jaw, fingers trailing along the bow of his upper lip on their way as you murmured into his mouth. “You’re over here working, and I’m over there suffering while you look so… devastating. Uncaring for my condition.”

“Oh, poor fox,” he breathed, eyes traveling down to your lips, pleased at their proximity to his own.

You struck then, pressing your lips to your beloveds, sucking his lower lip into your mouth and letting your hands rove beneath his cardigan to feel the firmness of his torso beneath your own wanting fingers. Allowing your hips to roll teasingly over the apex of his thigh once, testing Remus’s parameters for your little game.

For his part, Remus helped himself to your form, trailing his hands up your bare thighs as you kissed, gripping your hips with one hand while the other roved up your torso. Pausing to roughly cup your breast through his faded t-shirt. Trailing up your collarbones and arriving at his destination – cupping his hand lovingly around the tender arc of your neck, pressing a long thumb into the column of your throat – delighting in the way he could feel the pleased little gasp in your throat and beneath his thumb.

You pulled back from his kiss then, his hot breath mixed with yours, your faces mere millimeters apart, breathing heavily into one another. You squeezed the hand at the base of Remus’s jaw, tipping his head back, and grazing your teeth along Remus’s jaw, biting his chin lightly. Your hips continue to buck into his thigh, chasing the something that was building. You release Remus’s chin, your teeth opting to sink in his plush lower lip, your hand continuing to squeeze his face lightly. Remus sighs contentedly as you relinquish your grip on his lip and lick your way into his mouth, soothing the sting of your bite as you go.

Remus’s grip on your waist was punishing now, encouraging the roll of your hips as you rode his thigh, breaking the kiss once more to take in your wild form, kiss-bitten lips and sparkling eyes, gasping breaths at your wriggling efforts along Remus’s lap, his erection now straining against his sweatpants.

“The incisors, who would’ve thought,” Remus breathed. “Fucking sexy, when you bite.”

“Yeah?” You murmured, heated honey falling from your lips and straight through Remus to settle between his thighs, he swears. “What a coincidence, Rem. I love your mouth,” you piteously sighed.

Taking your thumb and middle finger and trailing them over his lips, allowing them to press into the plush fullness of his lower lip, dragging it down and letting it settle back into place at your release, your eyes following the movement.

Remus’s lips parted just so, allowing you to slip your fingers into his mouth, where he promptly sucked on your digits. The sight and feel of him, of his warm, sinful mouth around your fingers caused you to groan, tilting your head back with fluttering lashes, bucking your hips into him with purpose.

The ache that burned through you at Remus’s words, at his mouth around your fingers, at his guiding hands along your rolling hips, at the feel of him beneath you, was coursing. It burned crimson, cloudy and acrid.

Remus gently released your fingers after a purposeful suck, kissing your fingertips before speaking to you again.

“I have to try something now, fox,” Remus pressed a plucking kiss to your lips now, chuckling at the confused wrinkle that crossed your brow as he stilled the roll of your hips. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll like it.”

The echoed memory of your little whines and gasps when he had picked you up to and from the counter played in his ears, drowned out by the very real, very present lilted moan that escaped your lips as Remus lifted you from his lap, carrying you to drop gently along the length of the couch.

Remus shed his cardigan and the shirt beneath it fluidly, stepping out of his sweatpants, his cock bobbing before you as he followed you onto the couch, covering your form with his own. Making to trail his hands once more along your thighs, up, up, up until he reached his goal, swiping a long finger over your clothed pussy, pleased to find the fabric of your boy-short panties damp beneath his touch.

“Knew it,” he breathed, pressing kisses along your neck that he followed with the scrape of teeth, pleased at the little gasping moans you emitted as he went. “You love when I toss you around a bit, huh, baby?”

His fingers continued to pluck and play with your clothed slit, the pleasant friction of your damp panties causing little, electric thrills to thrum their way through your body, rolling your hips to meet his hand, sheer delight evident in your little broken moans.

Quick as a flash, Remus swatted your thigh, a lightning crack along your already-sparking skin. Lifting your head and shoulders from the couch with a long-fingered hand that gently looped around your throat.

“I asked a question, fox,” his voice melted into you, an internalized rumble of far-off thunder. If the lightning swat of his hand against your thigh was anything else to go by, you knew your comparison of Remus to a stormy sea was nothing short of apt.

“Uh-huh,” you mewled, nodding as you continued to buck your hips into Remus’s hand. “L-love it.”

Remus gazed through hooded, caramel eyes down at your piteous form, writhing beneath him on the couch. Loving how ready you always were for him. Rife with alacrity.

“Well then…” Remus switched his grip, letting you fall back into the cushions of the old couch with a soft whump, gripping your hips with a hand that he knew would leave a bruise. The air was knocked from your lungs with a delightfully forceful flip of your hips by your beloved, causing you to now lie on the couch on your stomach. Instinctively arching your hips and ass up for Remus.

You can’t help but giggle at Remus’s treatment of your body, your feelings bubbling to the surface, lightweight little champagne clouds, alight with adoration for the man above you.

Remus could be, just, so … infuriating. Unfairly good looking. Whiskey-tea eyes and shining caramel hair. Slender, spider-like fingers, the elegant hands of a pianist. To you he’s the ultimate dichotomy: All sharp angles and simultaneous soft touches. Cotton candy sweetness, fluff and air, dissolved by dissonant volatility. He’s easy, soft-spoken until he isn’t; even when he’s teasing you, you can always find a warm glimmer in his gilded, mossy eyes.

Wolfish indeed.

How you find yourself consistently drowning, wrapped in the strong, warm embrace of Remus Lupin is a mystery to you. But here you are -- his arms around your waist, ripping your panties down your thighs and over one leg, leaving them to dangle on the other ankle. You feel the heat of him behind you. You, sense the grip he has on his own cock, teasing himself as he takes in your arched hips, your obviously-wet slit worked up from writhing in his lap, and from his treatment of your body, tossing you about as he pleased – his little doll.

“M’gonna fuck you, foxy,” he murmured, knocking your knees further apart on the couch and guiding his cock along your dripping slit, cooing at the sight of you dripping for him. Of your wetness gathered along the shaft of his cock before guiding himself home into your tight heat.

You groaned at the welcome intrusion, at the feeling of fullness your beloved rendered you with. Wriggling your hips impatiently as Remus began his game – the game you knew well – a chessmatch of slow, sensual thrusts that would build the bursting pleasure inside of you.

You breathed gasped, punched moans into the crevice of the couch arm, Remus’s hands wandering beneath his faded t-shirt that you still wore to skate along your ribs and grasp at your tits, pinching and rolling your perked nipples as he continued to thrust into you.

You loved when your beloved toyed with you, it was true. The feel of his lean, strong thighs pressing into the backs of yours with each thrust and roll of his hips. The way he would surround you with himself, his tall form pressing you into the couch. Heated musk and Remus pressing the heat building inside of yourself to a frenzied heated pitch.

Remus abandons your tits in favor of tilting your jaw back to allow your lips to meet his in a cloying kiss, bruised lips meeting, a strand of saliva following Remus when he breaks from you to spill heated murmurs into your mouth.

“Tell me you love me,” Remus breathed, his lips so close they brushed yours lightly as he spoke. The brush of almost. Of a paintbrush on a blank canvas, filling your heart and mind with watercolor promises. Spilling and spreading through pulpy, paper crevices. Like ink running through your bloodstream. “Tell me like a good girl.”

Remus’s thrusts were punishing now, the long fingers of his hand pressing you, your face, by the back of your neck, into the cushions of the couch, wrists locked behind your back in the grip of his other hand – When had that happened?

The heavy weight of him dragging inside of you with each thrust, filling you with him, with the bruising ache of your building pleasure.

“Oh,” you breathed. “I l-love you, Rem, of c-course I do,” you hiccuped your adoration with the uneven cadence of fucked-out breaths, a particularly keening whine escaping your plush lips and muffled into the cushions of the couch.

Remus held you the way he meant to, forceful. Like spilling like water over the sides and through the cracks of clumsily-cupped hands.

Pleased as punch with the borderline pornographic sounds of your wetness as he continued to fuck into you, of the ever-tightening of your pussy around him. He wriggled a hand between the couch and your hips to allow you to roll yourself, your clit, into his fingers while his punishing thrusts pushed you into the couch and over an unseen edge.

“P–please, Rem,” you gasped, “I’m s-so close. C-can you cum in me?”

And how could he refuse? You were the picture of sin. A portrait painted for him alone – tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, heated cheeks pressed into the couch cushions, watching him above you as he fucked you with bruising purpose. His release had been building as you clenched your thighs as close as they could allow, to squeeze your pussy around him as he fucked you harder, harder into the couch.

“Y-yeah, fox,” Remus grunted, “C’mon then,” picking of the pace of his fingers beneath you, relishing in the prolonged keen sigh and the pulse of your aching pussy that signified your cracked release, allowing himself to spill inside your walls not long after. Euphoric, heated rush – space heater be damned. He could live inside the heat of you for as long as you would let him.

You wriggled beneath him as he withdrew from you, turning yourself by your hips to lie on your back on the couch, plopping boneless legs along his lap with the loose and easy confidence of someone who’s just come, as Remus settled himself down into a seated position, aching bones and scarred skin. Content to settle into the sated, chestnut warmth of one another. A true relaxation day.

His amber eyes shine with adoration as they take you in -- rich, honeyed whiskey poured over glistening ice. If you indulge too long? The burn eventually fades, replaced by a smoky, whispering sensation that warms your bones. Which fades, too. Eventually. Until you’re left in a daze, with naught but the memory of how the weight of his romance made you feel, tipsiness tipping into sobering sobriety.

“I love your eyes, Rem,” you crooned, reaching up to trail a finger along the sharp curve of his jaw. “My beautiful love.” Pleased at the fond, blissed-out smile that bloomed across his lips at your words and at your intentions.

Eternally impassioned, your Remus. Now if only you could get him to take days off more often.

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eruden-writes · 2 years ago

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Hello! May I ask for prompt 21 and 83 for my first monster love Moktov?

Smut Prompts Located Here if you're hoping to make a request. :P

Let me know which OC of mine or what monster you'd like to see.

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21. “bite me” ”if you insist”

83. “you have no idea how much i want you"

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“Hey, Maktov, can you help me with something?”

Maktov jerked his head up, hearing Thalia’s questioning tone and his name. He stood up from his desk - located in the dining room - and stretched, before padding toward where Thalia’s voice came.

“What’s up?” He froze in the doorway to her - well, their bedroom, but he hadn’t really thought of it like that yet - bedroom.

Thalia stood in her room, near her bed, flushed and wearing a wine red formal dress Maktov had never seen before. It certainly didn’t fit her, though it was still an enticing vision. Her cleavage threatened to spill out of the sweetheart bustier and only the off-shoulder straps seemed to save her decency. The long skirt, which reached Thalia’s ankles, seemed to fare much better. Except for the stitches straining at her wide hips.

Maktov stepped closer, a confused sound filtering from his throat as heat clawed at his insides.

“Don’t laugh,” Thalia’s lower lips jutted out in a pout, her cheeks red with embarrassment. She groaned, pressing her face to her hands. “I was cleaning my closet and found my old prom dress. I thought I could squeeze into it.”

“Squeezing out is the problem, I take it?” Try as he might, Maktov just couldn’t school his expression into the cool neutrality he’d held for so long before meeting Thalia. A grin cracked across his lips.

“Oh, bite me!” Thalia, still pouting, angled her head enough from her hands to glare at him from between her fingers. “Just help me get out of this. Please.”

Maktov was quiet a moment, his lips pressed together in a tight line. Temptation reared its head again. He made a motion to the lightswitch, a shadow slinking up from beneath the dresser to flip it off. “If you insist.”

As the room plunged into darkness, Thalia dropped her hands from her face. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around, though she obviously couldn’t spot him in the darkness. She had gone to great pains to provide a room where Maktov could bask - or, ahem, play - in utter darkness. Full blackout curtains, plus dark sheets, and a slightly darker paint job for the walls.

Despite herself, a wry smile curled at the corner of Thalia’s lips. He’d done this many times before and it always made her heart stutter a little with excitement. She spun in a slow circle, eyes narrowing as she tried to catch his creeping shape. “What are you doing?”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now, do you?” The question came from her right, nearest the door.

Used to this game, Thalia didn’t turn to face the direction. Staying still, she snorted and rolled her eyes, “You want me, after seeing me get stuck in a dress, because I got old and fat?”

“You said this was for prom?” Behind her.

“Yes,” she said, holding completely still. Maktov’s familiar touch landed on her hips, toying with the seam between bustier and skirt.

His nimble fingers slid to her back, working on the back lacing. Thalia felt him tug and work free the knots. At the time she purchased the dress, Thalia had fancied it looked like something medieval and fanciful. Though now she cursed herself for not getting a zippered dress. In the present day, the laces strained against her and - in her fumbling - she’d managed to somehow knot the strings horribly.

“Meaning you were eighteen.” One knot freed itself from the mangled mass of the laces. He wasn’t even sure how Thalia managed to make such a rat’s nest of knots. Either she didn’t notice when she put it on, or she really frantically attempted to free herself before caving to ask his help.

“Yes,” Thalia sighed, exasperated with Maktov’s line of questioning.

“Bodies hit full maturity at twenty-five.” Three more knots easily came undone under his fingers. “Plus, you had a kid. That can widen a person’s ribs and hips permanently, right?”

“I know, I know!” Thalia sighed, shame bleeding across her face. Generally, her size didn’t bother her much, nowadays. Especially with Maktov as her daily companion. But old insecurities can die hard, especially when high school memories roused themselves. “It’s just… I’ve seen old friends from school posting pictures of them fitting into their old prom dresses on social media and… I don’t know. It just sucks.”

“Your body is one of the main reasons I like you,” he teased, as he worked through two more knots. The fabric pulled so taut around Thalia’s middle slackened, just a little.

As expected, Thalia gasped, “Hey!”

“Okay, it’s the only reason I like you.” His grin twitched wider, hearing a sputtered exasperation come from Thalia as she moodily turned away from him. Momentarily abandoning the bunch of knots, Maktov ran a fingertip along part of Thalia’s back. “Let me list everything I like about you.”

An annoyed groan fell from Thalia’s lips, quickly turning into a squeak as Maktov swung her around. He had the back of her knees pressed to the bed as he lowered himself into a kneel. Though she was effectively blind in this level of darkness, Thalia could feel the shift of his body.

“Let’s work our way up. So first, your feet.” He grazed his nails along the sides of her feet, earning yet another squeak. Maktov smiled up at her, knowing she couldn’t see his face. “I love the way you scream when I touch your soles.”

“I’m ticklish,” Thalia whined, shifting on her feet. She couldn’t exactly dance away from his touch, considering the bed was behind her.

“I am very aware,” he chuckled, as his hands skirted up the back of her legs, beneath the dress. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes clenching shut. Maktov must have relinquished his usual layer of shadows, because she felt the cooler tips of his claws and the fluff of his ruff fur brushing against her legs. “I love how shapely your calves are, how soft your thighs are.”

His hands caressed up her calves and thighs, before boldly grabbing at her rear, squishing her cheeks in his grasp. “I love how squishy your ass is.”

“I’m going to punch you.” In spite of her violent wording, Thalia sounded on the verge of laughing. Though her hands did fall to his shoulders, half-heartedly pushing at Maktov. That touch alone told her he’d dropped his shadow, and was in his bat-like form.

“I also love how squishy and soft your stomach is, including your stretch marks.” “Which I love to bite.”

Thalia made a sound, caught between embarrassment and some other emotion. “You forgot something, if you’re from bottom to top.”

“I’ll circle back to it. Now, where was I?” He gave her sides a squeeze, making her squeak again. Straying from the straightforward trek upwards, Maktov’s hand grasped Thalia’s, his lips ghosting over her palm. “Ah, yes, your hands. You blush whenever I kiss them or run my lips or teeth over your knuckles or palm.”

Another muffled sound bubbled up Thalia’s throat, her face burning. “Yes, like that.”

She almost cursed, forgetting - as she tended to with Maktov - that he could see in this pitch darkness.His lips grazed up her arm to her shoulder as he stood, her flesh exploding into goosebumps. Gods, she didn’t understand why no one else managed to snap the shadow demon up before her. True, there were people who fed into the bigoted fear of shadow demons. But, really, no one else wanted this sensuality?

Of course, perhaps he only showed this side to few others. If anyone else at all. That thought made Thalia’s inside flutter.

Biting her bottom lip, tilting between embarrassment and carnal heat, Thalia whined, “Can you please get me out of this dress?”

“I’m working on it. Well, my shadows are.”

“Wha-”

Maktov yanked her top down, making Thalia’s sharp gasp interrupt what she was saying. Her breasts tumbled out, free of the confines, only to be scooped up in Maktov’s hands. Stooping over her, his nose brushed against Thalia’s supple globes.

“Then your tits,” he purred, the word warm on Thalia’s skin. She wanted to say obviously, but she didn’t trust herself to not moan, especially as his thumb teased over a nipple. Laying his cheek to her tit, he hummed, “Such wonderful pillows.”

Catching the little hardening bead of her nipple in his mouth, Maktov gave it a little swirl with his tongue. Thalia’s hands on his shoulders tightened, a whimper dying in her throat. He could feel how her thighs clenched and scented her slow-building arousal. In his pants, his cock throbbed in response.

With his lips still close to the sensitive nub, he chuckled, “Plus I enjoy how you moan, when my tongue teases your nipples.”

Thalia made a non-committal sound, as if this all was an actual conversation she was supposed to take part in. That wasn’t the point of this exercise. Not for Maktov.

He merely wanted to highlight all of the things he found wonderful, that he reveled in, in her body. There were a million little things he couldn’t tabulate. Things he didn’t even know he loved, he appreciated, because of their setting or timing or place. And this little list wasn’t even scratching the entire surface of what Thalia meant to him.

“Your throat,” he said, nosing his way up from her bosom to her neck. Dragging his tongue along the length of her neck, Maktov tasted her quickening pulse and something invariably Thalia. Another choked down whimper emanated from her, her teeth digging once again into her lower lip. Something hot dipped into her center, making a new slew of tingles flicker over her body.

Gently, teasingly, he nipped at her. “The way you shiver whenever I drag my teeth over it. And how you ask me to bite down harder.”

Maktov gave a growl, to which Thalia inhaled sharply, her body giving a quiver. She couldn’t take it any more. He’d stoked the heat in her, so slow and tauntingly. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, on his t-shirt, and she gave it a yank. Reading her intentions, Maktov obliged by shrugging the shirt off. As soon as he did that, her hands were at his pants, undoing the button and unzipping the zipper. Once his pants dropped, her hands explored.

A purr rattled up his throat as Thalia’s fingers explored his ruff, his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Thalia’s thigh knowingly brushed against his growing arousal, hard and hot and warm against her soft flesh. Forgetting himself, Maktov caught her lips against his, their tongues breaching each other’s mouths. Her breathless moan tasted sweet on his tongue, as it vibrated against his teeth.

With a quick jerk, his shadows yanked the prom dress off Thalia, letting the fabric fall to the ground. It left the woman bare, save for her underwear. Together, the two fell to the bed, Maktov pressing Thalia into the mattress as his hips rolled against her. Friction sparked and he could feel how wet she was, with only two flimsy layers of fabric in the way.

Gods, he wanted to be buried in her already.

Thalia broke the kiss with a gasp, as a number of shadowy tendrils yanked her underwear off. It took her half-a-breath to realize that Maktov had done the same, as his cock weighed hot and heavy against her thigh.

Maktov had used up all his restraint, it seemed. As soon as the last fabric was removed, he looped Thalia’s knees over his shoulders, angling her back against the bed. He drove into her, deep and fast, cleaving through her folds and to her core. Thalia’s warmth and softness enveloped him, pulsed around his dick, drew a deep and guttural groan from his lips. Pleasure coursed up his body, as she throbbed around him.

A cry rent free from Thalia’s lips, her head thrown back and heels digging into his back. She reached up, to where his hands braced against the bed, her fingers coiling around his wrists. In the dark, though she could seen him, she squinted up at him.

Not for the first time, Maktov enjoyed the sight. Thalia, pink-faced and lips parted in continuous cries and moans as he drilled into her. Her tits bounced with his every thrust, her back arching to and fro under him. Her toes splaying and curling tight, in rhythm with her flexing inner muscles.

In the dark, this view was his and his alone.

Carnal instinct drove his thrusts faster, deeper, harder. Each one making a delicious sound bubble from Thalia. Her hands slid up his arms, to his elbows which now braced against the mattress as he curved lower onto the bed. Low enough now, his mouth turned to her cheek, nipping until Thalia turned her face. They locked lips, swallowing each other’s moans as their tongues danced.

The thumping of the headboard against the wall joined the obscene, wet slaps of Maktov plunging into Thalia. He could feel her release edging closer and closer. Her body tensed and twitched, tremors licking up and down her body.

Thalia was already a quivering mess, but when her orgasm hit - hard and hot - she wrenched from the kiss and screamed, once more throwing her head back against the mattress. A snarl rolled from his lips, the heat and pressure exploding in him at her powerful clench. His own climax slammed into him, exploding deep at his core and spilling thick, white-hot liquid into Thalia’s quavering center.

Without thinking, high on red-hot hormones, Maktov’s teeth sunk into her shoulder as his hips offered a few final, frantic thrusts.

“Fuck!” Thalia’s body jerked violently, pain threaded through the singular word. Maktov held firm, growling deep and low even as he tasted blood on his lips. If there was even an inkling to guilt buried in his brain, it dissipated. Thalia’s hands traced up his arms, to his shoulders, fingers digging through his fur and into his flesh, as another orgasm spilled through her. Her whole body trembled, her heels digging into his back and thighs shaking as she gasped.

In slowing ripples, Thalia soon came down from her climax high. Though trembles still occasionally racked her body beneath Maktov. Another thing he enjoyed greatly about her.

As gingerly as he could, Maktov opened his maw and released her shoulder. The taste and scent of blood thick in the air around her shoulder. His tongue flicked out over his lips, catching stray drops, before he bashfully mumbled, “Sorry about that.”

“You know, ‘bite me’ is a figure of speech, right?” Thalia breathlessly laughed, her arms looping around his neck to pull him closer. A soft gasp escaped her, as his cock flexed in her, her body responding with a squeeze of its own. Nuzzling her cheek against the side of Maktov’s face, he could feel her lips tilt into a smile. Softly, as she tended to do when her mouth was close to his ear, she added, “I enjoyed it, though.”

“Good,” Maktov sighed, pressing his face into her throat. “Because by shadow demon standards, we’re married now.”

He had to bite his tongue as Thalia stiffened in surprise beneath him.

“Excuse me.” Maktov couldn’t stop the grin slipping onto his lips as Thalia’s hands went to his shoulders, shoving him a little off her. She couldn’t see him, but in the dark, he relished in how wide her eyes had grown. “We’re what now?”

The laughter spilled from his lips before he could even think to play along. The vibrations bled from his chest and made him flex inside her, rewarding Maktov with a whimper from Thalia. Her body writhed beneath him, until his last laugh faded.

“Oh, you are such a jerk,” Thalia hissed, relaxing her arms and letting him return to snuggling against her neck. Her own arms returned around his neck, fingers idly toying with his ruff.

Still smiling, Maktov gave another light chuckle. “You love that about me.”

There was a long moment of quiet, before Thalia sighed mock-grudgingly, a smile evident in her tone, “Yeah, I do.”

#exophilia #exo writing #demon #shadow demon #demonx human #shadow demon x human #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster smut #thalia #maktov #teeth #Oh look Maktov came out of his shell #and he's antagonizing Thalia still #ha ha

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nymphie-mama · 2 years ago

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PAIRING: jj maybank x ex girlfriend!reader

SUMMARY: in which JJ never got over his ex.

WC: 500+

Almost a year ago, you and JJ dated. Only a for a few months. They’d been some pretty great months, but so were any other moments between you and JJ.

Nothing had changed after you broke up; it was a simply mutual thing. You’d been better as friends. He’d even dated someone else from your high school. But you couldn’t help but be jealous of her.

The problem was that after you broke up, almost nothing changed. Except then, he wouldn’t hold your hand in public or kiss you when he walked into the chateau. You were his best friend, and anyone could see that. But even after a year’s passing, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that settled in your stomach when JJ flooded into your mind.

He wasn’t bothered at all. He’d clearly moved on, as he’d dated or flirted with any girl on the cut; let alone all the tourons he’d fuck or amuse. He barely shot you a second glance when you entered the room.

“Princess?” he said, breaking the silence while you two layed on the hammock together. Pope and Kie were working and JB was in the house. His hand wrapped around your ankle, just a sweet touch youd been longing for. The pet name mixed with the feeling of his calloused hands sent a shiver through your body, even in the North Carolina heat.

“J?” you responded, squinting up at the sky.

“I miss you,” he said. He let go of your ankle and moved it up your leg briskly.

“What? I’m right here,” you replied, laughing without a second thought. He said up and you copied, but his hand never left your leg.

“I miss having you.”

“I’m right here. You have me, you’re my best friend.” Only a partial lie.

“But you’re not mine. I think about kissing you the way I used to every single day. I don’t want to see you with another guy,” he said, eyes tightly shut. You were in serious disbelief. What does that say about the other girls he’d been around with?

“But what about-“

“Who cares? None of them were you. None of it was right; not the way it was with you.”

You gaped stay him, almost biting back a laugh. It had been almost a year. There was zero way you wouldn’t have noticed if his feelings were still there.

“You must be lonely,” you said, trying to brush it off or excuse it, “If you want a quick fuck, go find a touron.” You brushed his hand off of your leg and brought your knees to your chest.

“I’m lonely until you walk into the room. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too, I see the way you look at me. Please, Y/N, I-“

“You what?”

“I just want to try again. If it doesn’t work then I’ll move on, I’ll fucking leave if I have to. Just let me try again, please.”

You smiled at him and he smiled back. It took some convincing, but you could tell he meant it. He may have been the group’s liar, but this was no lie. The stars were aligning again.

You brought your forehead to his and kissed the tip of his nose, “I’ve always been yours.”

Needless to say, that night was one to celebrate.

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milliumizoomi · 3 years ago

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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

➣ SUMMARY. ; Random TR headcanons I thought of

➣ FEATURED. ; Various Tokyo Rev. Characters

➣ FORMAT. ; Headcanons

➣ GENRE. ; Crack

➣ WARNINGS. ; Cursing + Manga Spoilers

➣ NOTES. ; all of these are completely right and ion want no discussion abt em 🗿☝🏽 /hj ,, i was planning to do a part 2 so pls let me know if I should,, hope you enjoy !!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

MIKEY…

𖢇 there’s no room for discussion wit this one

𖢇 he goes thru AT LEAST 3 pairs of Jesus steppers a day

𖢇 try to change my mind

𖢇 with all them flips and kicks and the way he be gripping them hoes ain’t no way he wearing just one a day

𖢇 AND THEY FLIMSY TOO

𖢇 they be popping,, on the regular 🗿

𖢇 like even in that moebius fight episode

𖢇 HE HAD FLIP FLOPS ON AND KICKING PPL IN THEY HEAD

𖢇 ik them shits was obliterated as soon as he started running from the police

𖢇 he abuses these floor slappers on the regular

𖢇 and he do this to ALL the ones he have

𖢇 so,, in conclusion,, by the time the sun set he be walking home barefoot

DRAKEN…

𖢇 PLS ok so

𖢇 he thoroughly rubs the bald sides of his head

𖢇 that’s it.

𖢇 that’s the headcanon.

𖢇 I believe EXPONENTIALLY that this man head get cold on the regular

𖢇 so 24/7 you him catch rubbing it

𖢇 and it look so funny too

𖢇 like y’all know when people run their hands through their hair to kinda fix it

𖢇 ok imagine that but him vigorously rubbing the sides of his head

𖢇 and he don’t even be realizing when he do it anymore cause he do it so much

𖢇 he’ll be in room just 🤜🏼🧑🏼‍🦲🤛🏼

𖢇 and when ppl see him doing it they just gotta stop and stare cause??

𖢇 PLEASE AND IT SOUNDS SO ASHY TOO

𖢇 The gang DEFINITELY laughs at him when he subconsciously does it while with them

𖢇 he says that he won’t do it again

𖢇 *spoiler* he continues to do it every second of the damn day

IZANA…

𖢇 y’all gon hate me for this,, but when the man was homeless he def had lice

𖢇 IDC WHAT YALL WANNA SAY

𖢇 the man was itching and scratching all over

𖢇 smelling like the garbage

𖢇 absolutely horrendous

𖢇 he’d scratch and they’d just fall out

𖢇 all up under his nails and EVERYTHING

𖢇 eugh

𖢇 scaring the children

𖢇 Looking like a yeti toooo

𖢇 the man was just a walking mess

𖢇 free him from the chains

KAWATA TWINS…

𖢇 sigh

𖢇 i’m sorry to make this unfortunate announcement but from the ages of 6 to 10 they were booty scratchers

𖢇 Both of em

𖢇 Absolutely

𖢇 smiley was first, angry tested it out and all of a sudden they were both ALWAYS elbow deep—

𖢇 Like no shame in it either

𖢇 They at the playground? No problem they just 🤌🏽

𖢇 At school? 🤌🏽

𖢇 SHOOT IN THE GROCERY STORE WIT THEY MAMA? HEAVY ON THE 🤌🏽

𖢇 Just anywhere they would be holding each other hand and just got the other one like 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

𖢇 wherever and whenever they would just.. sigh

𖢇 those were dark days

RAN…

𖢇 mm how’s the best way to put this,,

𖢇 ok so he chews his nails

𖢇 BUT that’s not all

𖢇 the man will spit them at people

𖢇 like just LAUNCH them

𖢇 no matter if they’re long or short he’s going to literally bite them off then look directly at the person he’s gonna launch them bitches at

𖢇 and will deliberately keep looking at the person so they know it was him

𖢇 and they can’t even do nothing

𖢇 cause he’s ran haitani

�� the bitch gets away with it everytime

𖢇 those poor innocent people

𖢇 the boys been doing it since rindou was ankle high

𖢇 at school, in public, AT HIS OWN FATHER

𖢇 he don’t leave anybody unscathed

𖢇 except his mama

𖢇 cause chileeee

𖢇 ik he gotta be scared of her

𖢇 so in conclusion,, the man is a nail spitting canon

RINDOU…

𖢇 he’s a legendary kicker of the back of ppl foot

𖢇 piss him off?

𖢇 ok

𖢇 y’all know the back of y’all knees right?

𖢇 that one lil spot

𖢇 mhm

𖢇 he will kick the shit out of it

𖢇 full force

𖢇 sending your ass flying into the floor

𖢇 with absolutely no remorse

𖢇 he’ll watch you face plant right into the floor and then leave you right there

𖢇 the nigga doesn’t give a damn at ALL

𖢇 and he’ll laugh at you too

𖢇 whether he does it all up in your face or he’s walking away and snickering he gon laugh

𖢇 very disrespectful

𖢇 and he’d take a picture if you fall especially funny

𖢇 then he’d show ran

𖢇 and they’d both laugh🧍🏽‍♀️

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–– SEAT FILLER // SUNWOO.

pairing: non-idol! sunwoo x fem! reader genre: fluff + only a little angst, though i don't think there is sdjhak ; fake dating, slow-burn ig word count: 6.5k warnings // notes: profanities, no more that i know of ;; seat fillers are people who get paid to fill in empty seats during events !

"i need you to fill in for someone's partner," your friend, younghoon, blares on the phone clearly panicked and desperate to get you.

"hoon, i told you i can only fill in if it fits my schedule. and you know my sched. i have full-day classes on wednesdays," you explained, sighing on the phone.

younghoon shrieks and you could almost see him in front of you to know that he was already pacing around while biting his thumb to think of a solution.

"aren't there anyone who can fill in?" you ask, trying to ease him.

"you're the only one left." younghoon replies, the panic in his voice getting bigger. "this is a big event, y/n. this client- it's his first time too so," he shakes his head- as you assume, groaning and groaning. "y/n, i'll raise your pay for this one."

"younghoon, i know you pay well, but i really can't." you pout, though as enticing as the raise of pay was, you didn't want to skip school.

being a seat filler was one of your many part-time jobs. and it so happened that it was managed by your closest friend, younghoon, that you got a little more privileges than the other employees.

"doubling your pay on this one. please, it really is a big event,"

"hoon."

"triple."

"younghoon!"

"quadruple?" younghoon asks one last time, and you could only sigh.

"..fine. but a double will be fine," you finally agree, marking the day on your calendar. "let's just i wouldn't miss much a day without school or i'm going to get you," you hear younghoon celebrate on the other line, thanking you repeatedly as he gives you the details on where, and what the do's and don'ts were.

"his name is kim sunwoo, by the way." younghoon adds, and before you could ask again, he had said his goodbyes and hang up on you for some client that was calling him.

sighing for the nth time, "..the senior?" you crane your neck, then shook your head. the world was big. it was impossible it was your senior.

it was your senior.

standing before you outside your house- as the client had insisted to drive you to the event to prevent any misunderstandings and mistakes from the way you dressed because this was such a big event, you now gawked at him.

"..y/n. you're.. y/n, right? from.. my school." he stuttered, his hands fiddling with the hem of his coat.

he wore a simple black suit, one that will make him mingle with a shit ton of formally dressed rich people, but his colored hair made him stand out.

"yes." you awkwardly stuttered, tugging on your long evening dress and trying to make yourself comfortable with it.

"...you're a seat.. filler?" he cautiously asks, walking closer to you to assist you in walking to his car.

"yep. needed more money," you gladly take his hand, frowning at how the heels hurt your ankle at every step you took.

sunwoo just hums and like the gentleman that he is, opens the shotgun seat's door for you and runs back to the driver's seat after assisting you.

"so.. younghoon didn't say much because he said you'll be the one to relay everything," you start, wanting to cut the awkward atmosphere at the obviously long ride.

"you just have to sit there. literally- a seat filler." he gives out a low chuckle, easing your tensed shoulders. "my parents have been bugging me to go to this dinner, and i really just don't want to go alone so,"

"younghoon begged for this big event. this was the big event?"

this was a big event.

after sunwoo said dinner, you thought it literally was just dinner. but now, you're gawking at the event place right in front of you, formal- as you're dressed for, but looking at the tons of people walking in and out of the place, you felt underdressed, even.

"i thought.. this was just.. a normal dinner?" you nudged sunwoo, who once again offered his hand for you to take.

"a dinner with lots of people. don't worry, it really doesn't matter. we're sitting with my parents and you just have to smile and greet them, then eat. surely, they won't talk." sunwoo leads you after making a beeline away from the people that eyed you, or maybe it was sunwoo, you didn't care.

apparently, this event was just some dinner. it was a celebration because of a successful opening of a company, then you didn't bother following the toast that was being made because sunwoo offered you a seat between him and his dad that was still busy listening to the one speaking in front.

"cheers!" his dad shouts almost too cheerfully and bumping onto you if it weren't for your fast reflexes. "oh, i'm sorry! i didn't see you there," he eyes you head to toe, then finally letting his eyes settle behind you. "sunwoo, you're late,"

sunwoo doesn't even bat an eye, only giving him a single nod to pull the chair for you to sit down.

seconds later, the one speaking in front was making her way to your table, then sitting with a big smile on her face. you assumed it was his mother.

"oh.. sunwoo brought someone," she mumbles, giving her husband a side-eye.

smiling politely at them, your fingers fiddled with the wineglass in front of you.

"you're..?" his mom quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your response.

"y/n. i'm y/n," giving them another smile, your eyebrows furrow for a second at their response- a chuckle, an elegant one, you must say.

"silly. i meant your relationship with my son," your back slowly straightens, cursing sunwoo on your mind.

you said they wouldn't talk?

eyeing sunwoo, he must've felt your eyes on him and he immediately takes interest in the conversation, crossing his arms over his chest.

"she's my girlfriend," sunwoo nonchalantly answers, holding your hand. you almost flinch at the contact, your eyes widening.

this wasn't part of the information he had given you.

"what?" mr. kim, obviously amused at the scene that was playing in front of him, was way too familiar with sunwoo's tricks.

sunwoo squeezes your hand and you instantly understood what he wants you to do- to play along. but this just wasn't it. your work was to be a seat filler. not some fucking girlfriend-for-hire.

"sorry-" you turn your back on sunwoo and smile at his parents. you thought again of what you should say, sunwoo's doe eyes almost begging you. "it's just that he hasn't asked to be my boyfriend yet, so i'm quite perplexed," you nod at them, giving them a small, disapproving shake of your head to explain the suddenness of your reaction after sunwoo had said you were his girlfriend.

"honey, that's not a very kim to do," his mom sips from the wineglass, looking at sunwoo with a stink eye. "why would you bring someone whom you're still pursuing, more on to a closed-off gathering?"

"well then- y/n," sunwoo takes both of your hands, staring right at your panicking eyes. "will you be officially mine?"

you pinch his palm discreetly, but he doesn't budge. he just gives you the same doe eyes, hopeful that you'll just go with the flow.

"of course," you breathe out, wanting to end this as much as sunwoo does. sunwoo lets go of your other hand, letting you face his parents again.

"there- are you satisfied?" you didn't even know if his parents know that this was all an act to how sunwoo acts around them.

"go tell the world then," his father challenges, nodding at the podium.

"uh- no, i don't think that's necessary," you mumble, but sunwoo was already walking to the podium half-aggressively.

fuck, no.

"i would like to take this time that i, kim sunwoo- the son of the ceo and vice president of kim finance has gotten a partner- one he sees as a potential fiance for a long run, and i seek your understanding to halt the continuous blind dates you set me on, thank you. cheers," sunwoo raises his glass, then glances at you. at that move, everybody's eyes were now on you, while you stupidly smile at them awkwardly.

you were just a seat filler.

now you're someone's girlfriend.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, i'm sorry, y/n!" he apologizes in a higher tone after he got you inside the car, and he himself.

you were far too dumbfounded at everything that just happened, just wanting to get your pay but then you got between a supposedly family feud.

"kim sunwoo.. with all due respect, i am just a seat filler. if you don't know what that is- it literally means seat filler. a person who fills a seat. hell, you should even be thankful that i went to this dinner. i just go to events, sunwoo. literal events. no eating. no talking. and absolutely no pretending i'm with someone- romantically." you ramble, veins popping on your neck as you explained your side job.

but apparently, it was funny to sunwoo. after your rambling, he chuckles to himself for god knows what reason, showing a little effort of hiding it.

"..excuse me? what's funny?" you deadpanned, looking at him in disbelief.

"sorry, i just.." he bursts into laughter again, and you could only crease your face in confusion. he gathers his breath again and focuses, trying not to laugh. "i just find the situation funny. that's all."

you didn't know if he was just really finding the situation funny or he was just an asshole.

you let him laugh though. you just watched him. because how can someone look so good and cute laughing? it wasn't a secret to the whole campus that sunwoo was indeed charming.

you just didn't have the time to drool for other people. you'd rather drool because you sleep. but then you don't. you barely sleep, so you didn't have any choice.

he looked so lively, in contrast to how he was acting in front of his parents. a while ago, he was that son that everyone thinks is only the next generation of his parent's company- but now, he was just a normal college boy. a college boy who was laughing for no reason.

"are you done, sunwoo?" you quirk your brows at him, sighing. "we're not even close- if anything i should be calling you by sir, right now."

"but now you're my girlfriend," he cuts you off, a teasing smile plastered on his face.

"my point! and apparently, a potential fiance!" you mock him, throwing your hands in the air. "what the hell was that?!"

"well- you're now really my girlfriend. sorry for that," sunwoo shrugs, looking forward and started the engine.

"w-what?! sunwoo! i barely know you!" you check your watch, "hell- it's not even a mere five hours since i first talked to you!" you grunt, throwing in the seatbelt around you.

you just hear sunwoo faintly laugh, making you more annoyed.

"sunwoo, i'm serious," you whine.

"i'm serious too!" he defends, "i'm sorry, okay? but you're now my girlfriend- or my parents will kill the both of us for lying,"

"can't we just find you another one?" you pout, "sunwoo, come on. for the love of god, you didn't even ask me to pretend that i love you, nor to be your girlfriend," you roll your eyes, trying to contain your annoyance.

"i'm not asking this relationship to be fake. i told you, you're my girlfriend now. this isn't a fake thing- it's a real relationship," sunwoo explains nonchalantly, making you grow more anxious.

"much worse, then! are you hearing yourself, dear client?" you slump on your seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

"you hate it that much?" sunwoo just chuckles, focusing on the road in front.

"of course- no offense. i just.. look. i want to fall in love normally, okay? not on some- sudden, first-time meeting." you mumble, explaining.

because that's how you really wanted to fall in love. i mean, who in the world would want to be someone's girlfriend overnight- with a person she just started talking with when in the first place, he should only be a client?

before you know it, sunwoo has already driven to your street and to your house, thinking to himself.

"..find someone else to do this job for you, sunwoo. not someone from younghoon's, no. we are all literally just seat fillers. we're not girlfriends-for-hire," you sigh out, unbuckling the seatbelt and opening the door.

closing it, you were ready to walk away before you heard sunwoo's voice.

"then i'll make you fall in love normally. we'll do this normally," turning to look at him, he was wearing a sheepish smile while he looked out of his seat- half of his body out of the car to see you off.

but even before uttering a what? to him, he had already slammed the door and drove off. for the nth time that day, your face just creased in confusion while you watched his car fade through the streets.

weird. you remember leaving your house normally- without anything on your face, or your clothes. you left your house dressed normally, but why was everyone staring at you?

warily walking down the hallways of the campus, you squirm under everyone's watchful eyes.

well- not until one of your blockmates comes running to you.

"y/n, y/n!" he grabs your arm, making you cautious.

"sorry, you're eric, right?" you double-check, and he only gives you a quick nod. "what's happening?"

again, he only gives you a smile that went to his ears, pulling you through the morning crowd to the back of the campus.

there he was. you almost even gagged.

sunwoo, in the middle, was holding the biggest bouquet of assorted flowers you have ever seen.

"...what the fuck," you mumbled, your face creasing. you don't know how sunwoo did it, but he always made your face crease, frown.

sunwoo's face brightens up, though, making the least of your worries and annoyance fade away.

"y/n!" sunwoo shouts at the top of his lungs, and you doubt that the professors around didn't hear it. detention for him, you guess. "would you be my girlfriend, now?" he gives you a silly smile, holding the bouquet out to you.

you bite your lips in suspense, taking his challenge. you slyly smirk, only to respond with a simple no, then going your way after leaving sunwoo speechless, and the crowd with so much oh's and damn's.

though sunwoo was rejected publicly, his smile was kept on his face for the whole day. he knew you weren't just going to give in like that. and he liked it.

"i know it's not my place," younghoon says through the line, "but it's been a month full of asking you to be his girlfriend. you're always expecting him to be put to detention- but with his grades? no way," younghoon explains, as if you weren't the one sunwoo was bothering.

"i know, bbang. i just," you pause, narrowing your eyes to see sunwoo approaching you. "i'll call you later," you didn't let him finish, hanging up on the call.

"i need you to come with me," sunwoo stops you, and you could only roll your eyes. "to a family event,"

"i told you- find someone else to be your girlfriend-for-hire. i'm not taking it," you grip your bag tighter, stepping aside to continue walking home.

"i'll pay you,"

"no."

"i'll pay you double,"

"no."

"triple,"

"no."

"for your tuition!"

"i already paid for it, though?" you quirk your eyebrow, he seemed desperate more than last time. "sunwoo, please," you shake your head, feeling guilty as soon as he pulled a frown on his face.

"y/n, please, just this one time. i'll stop bothering you.. i'll.. pretend i don't know you tomorrow," and with this deal, your ears perk up. sunwoo doesn't fail to see how it did, feeling his heart sting.

"fine." you shrug your shoulders, sighing. "but i'm not doing any talking there. i'll act like last time, leave like last time. you hear me?"

sunwoo eagerly nods, taking your hand and pulling you out of the campus.

"wait- you mean now?!" you stop on your heels, pulling sunwoo back. "like this?!" pointing on your casual clothes, you gawked at him.

"yeah, now. i think you missed hearing that part," he chuckles, pulling you again until the familiar black car was on sight.

"you missed saying it," you correct him, ironing your clothes with your other hand while you let him pull you.

"here's a little run down the memory lane," sunwoo starts as he revived the engine, a little bit on a rush as you've assumed. "you love me, i love you- we're together. i'm sure they won't want to go into details, but i guess you can handle anything thrown to you, i trust you,"

"you don't even know me," you snort, shrugging. but with his words, you feel a sense of pride emitting from within you. "how are you so sure?"

"i know you more than you're aware," he mumbles, but with how quiet it was, you managed to catch it.

"yeah? how so?" you quirk your brow, narrowing your eyes at him.

he uncomfortably shifts on his seat, not taking his eyes off the road.

"sunwoo," you press on, getting a better view of his faint pink face. "we haven't even talked before," leaning back to your seat, you try to remember in any events that might've involved you talking to sunwoo- but none came to mind.

"i was just joking, stop thinking about it," he suddenly comes to a stop, in front of a rather large building. he unbuckles his seatbelt, getting out of the car while your eyes lingered upwards to the top of the building.

kim finance.

"ah, the company," you muttered, as if in displease. unbuckling your own seatbelt, you were just about to open your door when sunwoo did it for you.

a fake, big smile was plastered on his face already, one that you were not used to seeing because you always see a sincere smile in him.

"we're starting?" you try making the atmosphere lighter, chuckling. he only chuckles back, then assisting you out of the car.

intertwining his hand with yours, you feel your heart beating more than usual. sunwoo looks at you as if asking if you were ready.

you were ready. you weren't even nervous in the first place. but why the hell are you melting under sunwoo's eyes that shined for you?

heaving a sharp breath, you avoided eye contact and nodded, nudging him to start walking.

"are you good?" sunwoo whispers as he smiles at the guard, letting us in with a smile.

"of course," it sounded like you were anxious- out of breath. you didn't mean that.

"your hands are sweating,"

"my hands are like that," you retort back, a sarcastic smile on your face.

"oh, baby," sunwoo pulls you closer to him, chuckling at your confused face. "don't be nervous. it's just my family,"

yeah, just family.

including his extended family.

looking ahead, on the sixtieth floor of the building came a wide space, full of lingering elegant people in their formal dresses.

"you said it's just your fucking family," you mumbled, squeezing his hand. "i look ridiculous,"

"sorry 'bout that, but yeah, here's my family," he gives you a sly smile, pulling you out of the elevator to find his real family- his parents.

"sunwoo, is that you?" a rather young voice among the rough called out, and you hear sunwoo sigh before pulling you closer once again.

"oh hey," sunwoo pulls a tired smile, and you only took a good look at the woman in front of you, dressed casually- and by casual, you meant like a casual rich girl.

you see her eyes dart from your foot until it reached your eyes, and she only gives you a smile that lasted for a second, then she went back to sunwoo.

"you're here? i thought this was a family event," low blow. you hide a snort at sunwoo's remark, bringing your eyes everywhere but the girl who embarrassingly succumbed in front of sunwoo.

"yeah, your mom invited me, thought we'd have some alone time or something," giving you a side-eye, sunwoo senses your irritation with the way your fingers fiddled with his fingernails.

"ah, here's y/n," sunwoo shakes his hand off yours to snake it on your waist, gripping it lightly to comfort you. "my girlfriend,"

"i heard," she simply says, but finally facing you with her arms crossed over her chest. "she looks.. normal," she holds a smirk, challenging you.

before sunwoo even protects you from her, you chuckle, turning to him.

"sunwoo, would you rather date someone hideous than normal?" you stained your voice with a bit of whine, tugging at the hem of his coat.

sunwoo just widens his eyes, then bites his lip to prevent himself from laughing.

"what? urgh," after she gets no attention from sunwoo, she finally stomps away, a frown on her face.

"i told you, you can handle literally anything," he overreacts, his voice a little louder than usual that caused some of his family to turn to look at him and you with a scowl on their faces.

"now where're your goddamn parents so this can be over with," you groaned, and just the perfect timing- your eyes landed on his mother's figure, walking to the both of you with a hundred-dollar fake smile.

"what'd you say with our lovely princess, sunwoo? y/n?" she pulls sunwoo closer, threatening with a low voice. "her father's a big asset, don't forget that,"

narrowing her eyes on you, you knew well how she knows how you acted around the girl.

"i thought this was a family gathering," sunwoo sighs, raising his eyebrow.

"it is, and she is family- soon to be yours," she gives you a smirk, and you could crumble if it weren't for you being so used to every bad word thrown to you.

every work you seat-filled on was enormous. gigantic. the work younghoon always assigned to you wasn't something normal people can't get on, so you were used to all the gossips, and retorts that were supposed to pierce your heart.

"mom, we've talked about this," he sighs, his hands clammy around yours. "besides- that's extremely rude in front of someone i just said was my girlfri-,"

"fiancee," you cut sunwoo, a confident smile on your face as you pulled sunwoo closer, giving his hand a squeeze. sunwoo just looks at you dumbfounded, but a hint of smile wanting to be shown. "and yeah, it's kinda- no, like sunwoo said, extremely rude," you scrunched your nose at the woman, not giving a fuck even if she's older.

"excuse me?" she acts disgusted, her hand coming to her chest as a sign of shock. "you do not talk to me like that,"

"i just did," you shrugged, narrowing your eyes at her.

"you're going to regret this," she huffed, turning her back on you to stomp back to her husband, just like how the girl earlier walked out on the both of you.

"i probably won't, and i feel like fainting," you clutched on sunwoo's hand tighter, finally crumbling in the littlest with nervousness. "you think your mother will kill me?" you asked, turning to sunwoo.

he had this biggest, proudest smile on his face, assisting your weak body against his body.

"i think we've had our fun," sunwoo chuckles, leading you back to the elevator. "we can leave,"

"your dad?" you ask, looking up at him.

"he just gave me a go signal," he pouts to a corner, and you whip your head in the direction. his father smiles at you reassuringly, raising his wine glass to shoo you off.

sighing as the elevator door closes, you step away from sunwoo, breathing deeply. sunwoo's smile drops for a second that came unnoticed, feeling cold without your hand around his.

"are you okay?"

you weren't okay. you don't know why but your chest feels heavy thinking that this was over. just like that- not even half an hour through the event. you don't understand, why were you sad this was over?

"would you like to roam around the city tonight? no cars, no destination. just around. i would like some unwinding," you turn to sunwoo with expecting eyes, shined as though the galaxy was brought to your eyes.

sunwoo becomes speechless, in awe of how your eyes looked at him- as if it held the deepest love- if he wasn't assuming. he can't be, with how you smiled at him as you waited for an answer.

instinctively leaning closer to you, his hands slowly found their way back to yours, a fond smile growing on his face.

"should we?" he cranes his neck, and just right on time, the elevator dings and the doors open. for some reason, you didn't retract your hand, only tightening it and giving him a bigger smile.

excitedly hopping out of the company, the both of you just looked like teenagers who had no plans for tonight- more so in the future. the smile never left your faces even with the judging eyes around you, freely walking around with your hands intertwined.

twirling around with sunwoo's hand guiding you, you laugh after stumbling a bit, him catching you to his embrace to avoid you hitting other people and even more, hurting yourself.

you laughed the night away.

it was so simple, you just enjoyed the night. it was the first time sunwoo seeing you so happy, so bright, and the moonlight above you just made it more special.

sighing as you plopped on the soft grass, tired of all the walking after an hour or maybe even two, a smile was still on your face as you pulled sunwoo down beside you.

even you were shocked with how you acted tonight. so carefree, so out of your comfort zone.

and your eyes land on sunwoo.

it was all him, and his invisible magic that made you so comfortable around him. maybe it was his personality or his aura, or basically, just him that you didn't find with anybody else- you admitted it.

you like sunwoo.

and you would give the world just to see him brightly smiling at you, just like he was doing now. you would give the world, anything there is- to never see a frown on his face.

you would give the world for sunwoo.. but would he?

you still didn't know where your place was. were you still someone he played games with, to continue this act around his family? still a seat-filler, one of the thousands of workers he met to fill in a position he wanted gone, to rebel against his parents? or just a friend, who happened to be there when he needed it?

"phone," you asked, reaching your hand out at him. he raises his brows but gives it anyway unlocked. after watching you tap a few times and giving it back to him, he tucks it back to his pocket, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

"texted your driver the address, you should go home," you give him a small smile, your eyes trailing back to the dark sky.

"what, why?" he instantly opens his phone again to check, and you really did and the driver already responded. "how about you?"

"leave me here, i'll be fine. i can take a cab," you simply reply, not taking your eyes off the moon that shined brightly.

feeling his heart break, he just stared at you longingly. he thought something was already there. something was forming- a relationship. he doesn't know when he started developing feelings for you, but he was already so deep in it that he can't escape. maybe it happened between the lines of just annoying you to your guts with the will you be my girlfriend thing for a month, or maybe he just liked you for who you are, because even before he had called for a seat filler, you had already caught his eye.

but how was he supposed to say that now when he was the one who called a deal of leaving you alone after this event?

dick move, he thought.

keeping the words he wanted to pour to you to himself, he squirms back to his place until he feels his phone vibrating- signaling the arrived car. his jolt because of it causes you to look at him, immediately knowledgeable of the arrival of his driver.

"go, sunwoo. i'll be fine," you stand, dusting your pants off. sunwoo follows, his eyes still on you. you reached out a hand, asking for a shake. "it was nice doing work with you, at least for tonight," you chuckle, and he reluctantly shakes your hand.

"yeah.." he mumbles, looking down. sighing, he looks up at you with his usual smile, one he pulled so hard to show you that he was indeed okay.

"i'll see you around the campus, yeah?" the hint of anticipation in your voice and eyes made you shiver, almost breaking just to feel his warmth on your body even for a second.

"sure," he smiles, retreating his hand and tucking it into his pockets. he turns around after giving you a wave, silently walking to his waiting car.

you let him walk away, and this feeling is exactly what you hated.

you hated feeling happy only to break afterward.

you shouldn't have asked for a walk. you shouldn't have asked sunwoo. you shouldn't have agreed to this event a while ago. you shouldn't have agreed to younghoon in the first place.

sinking to your place after seeing his car drive away, you kept your cries inside you, breathing slowly to balance your heartbeat. the silent pleas of yourself finally show after stepping a foot to your apartment, feeling more than empty than ever.

"you like him," younghoon says through the other line, making you sigh. "come on, whenever the both of you are on the same hallway as me, within a blink of an eye, you're gone. y/n, it's obvious the man likes you. cut him some slack and lower your pride down. if you would just talk to him- the last stupid deal of yours will be long gone,"

taking his words jokingly, you baby-talked your way out of the conversation.

maybe it was such a childish thing to do, but at least it made you escape his truth pill a few more days.

well- not until he drops the bomb.

"sunwoo needs a fill today," he says sternly, and you could almost imagine him narrowing his eyes at you. "apparently, he hasn't been attending a lot of his family and company events."

"i'm out of your job already, hoon," you give a light chuckle, busying yourself with your notes in front of you.

"the event is his mother's," he explains anyway, and maybe you were too curious to stop him. "his mother announcing his only son's engagement with another company's daughter. he wants a fill.. because maybe it can make him escape one last time," your hands stop abruptly, the ink spreading on the plain white paper.

"and why do you know all this?" you furrowed your eyebrows, your body already doing what it wants to do- change into your clothes and run to wherever the company was.

"okay, maybe i haven't been as honest to you," he giggles, "sunwoo is a close friend of mine, okay? i'm sorry, don't freak out," you hear him stifle another giggle, before finally noticing your quietness. "you're going, aren't you? what do you plan on doing?"

"maybe, you'll see tomorrow," you simply said before hanging up, picking up your pace. "shit!" and it was such a bad idea to pick up the pace. all of your formal dresses are now tangled and tied up to one another, making it impossible to untangle in a few minutes. "guess i'll go like this then," you scoff, running out of the house with your casual, only-going-to-school attire.

hailing a taxi right away, you almost thanked the gods for how fast this was all happening- not until the traffic jam. you were still miles away from their company, the choice running out of the window. scrolling through your phone, you see the news all over the internet and pictures of possibly even a formal red carpet.

"sir, this right here," you show the driver your phone, "is the hotel right there, right?" you confirm, hopeful eyes looking at him.

"yeah, that's why we have this goddamn long-ass traffic here," he snickers, his head peeking out of the window.

"then i'll run," you mumble, giving the cash to him and cautiously running out of the highway, to the streets. you weren't a marathoner, nor a great runner. you sucked at phys ed, the easiest class there is because you loathed getting tired and catching your breath. but here we are, willing to do everything for the man you loved.

you know sunwoo hates flashing lights. you didn't bother going to the front gates of the hotel- but straight to the back door where no one is around.

thankfully, he was still standing there, anxiously fiddling as he stared right at the door.

"kim sunwoo," you screech, letting out an unfeminine shout just like you did in phys ed classes to catch your breath. holding to your knees to assist yourself and squinting your eyes at the exhaust, you miss the way sunwoo's face lit up at the sight of you. "give me a sec," you sigh, taking baby steps to him.

sunwoo meets you in the middle, grabbing your arms to assist your exhausted body.

"are you okay? where the hell did you come from and why run?" he asks worriedly, but a bit brighter- happier than it should sound.

"younghoon said you needed a fill," you stretch your back, groaning in pain. sunwoo just looks at you, and even though you were talking about being a seat filler just for another day, the thought that you were in front of his eyes- even if you had this deal, and even though younghoon told him you were out of the job, you were still willing to partake on an event. "but i'm not here for that," you add, waving your hands in front of him.

"what?" taken aback, sunwoo stares at you confusingly and cranes his neck. "..what are you here for, then?" the small drop of his face causes your heart to wilt, his smile doing its best to cover up everything was okay.

"hoon told me.. you were getting engaged," you almost mumbled, looking down on your feet that wore almost weary shoes because of how much you were rushing a while ago.

"yeah, i needed one more escape of it," he shoots you a small smile, looking down on his hands that was still gripping on your elbows.

"about that," you start, retracting your elbows to hold his hands. "first things first. i like you, sunwoo. i like you so so much- hell, i think i even love you already," you confess, looking straight into his eyes that bore into yours. "do you like me back?" you ask expectantly, squeezing his hand.

you knew he did. how his eyes sparkled when it looked at you, or when his smile always grew bigger at the sight of you. when his warm hands intentionally snake on the small of your back whenever you're feeling uncomfortable, or when his face always blushes when it unintentionally brushes with yours.

how he always wanted to intertwine his hands with yours, just like how you did now.

"i love you," sunwoo replies breathlessly as if he's the one who's been running minutes ago. "i.. fucking love you, y/n. i always did, even before this seat filler thing, even before i begged younghoon to get you to fill in with me on that first event- i love you," he explains, a smile on his face you can't decipher how big and genuine it was.

not to say more that he feels euphoric you feel the same way.

"..then let's do something crazy," you give him a sly smile, "let's register a marriage, right now. i don't care whether we're still young, and irresponsible- let's think about that another time and get a divorce when needed. but right now.. let's get our marriage registered," you explain, and sunwoo's failure to respond in a second almost made you crumble in embarrassment.

if it weren't for his smile to get impossibly bigger and his hands that squeezed tighter in yours, you would've run away and hidden in the dark for years.

"let's get it," he agrees, pulling you to run away with him and to his car.

driving to the municipal, you both knew you were more excited and on cloud nine rather than scared of what's coming that's only explained with your smiles. it may be just because you were so in the moment that you decided to register your marriage, but you didn't care.

as long as you were happy and knew you loved each other.

"y/n," sunwoo says after signing his certificate, stopping your hand from doing the same. "are you sure.. you're not just seat filling this?" he asks, making you snort and laugh, weak on your knees.

the choice of words made the registrar in front of you more confused, the first reason being that the both of you were still young- but still legal.

"kim sunwoo, i am more than sure i am not just seat filling this and now- with your smile that's only for me.. i am more than sure i can willingly spend my life with you," you explain, cupping his cheeks to assure the lightly anxious man. "i should ask the same to you, though you've signed,"

"y/n, this is the day my parents molded me to be ready- but just for you. if it's not you then.. i don't know how else i'm going to live," he cheesily burrows his cheeks further to your palm, making you smile.

"then let's get this signed and show them to your parents, yeah?" you confirm, and his other hand finally lets go of your hand to make you sign the paper.

feeling contented as you hand in the papers, you tangle your arms with sunwoo's and leaned on his shoulder, later his head dropping on top of yours.

"i love you, you don't regret this, right?" he sighs, still anxious for you.

"i don't, sunwoo. let's just hope younghoon won't faint when we tell him we're now married," you chuckle, making him laugh at the imagination of younghoon's face when you drop the news.

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