#polka dot man smut

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hello!! could you do w, i, and o for abner on the nsfw alphabet? i am so desperate for content abt him lmao 😭😭 thank u for still writing him

Abner Krill (Polka-dot-man) - NSFW Request (I, O, W)

Me: Oh boy, Abner! I’ve always been wanting to write something about this colorful dancing king queen since I watched TSS. This is going to be fun!

[Two/half months later.]

Me: *Staring intently at a bulletin board covered in pictures and notes with red string connecting to them, not knowing what time or day it is.*

Life [Walks in.]: Hey, uhh– friendly reminder that you still have that Government paper due tomorrow.

Me: MUTHERFU–

[Weeks later.]

Me [On the floor, defeated by the heavy mass of writer's block, reaching towards laptop to press enter.]: Finished– *Get’s crushed by an anvil of more writing tasks.*

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A/N: I had made a Venn Diagram of Abs, Bob, and Lonny to differ the boys since they all fall under the meow meow category. So, thank you for the wait.

Ima say this takes place after the TSS movie – don’t care if he died, as James A. Janisse would maybe say, “No body, no count.” (Same with Flag. *kicks book of Necromancy For Dummies under bed*)

Warning: Usual NSFW stuff, nothing too extreme. Made some parts long (cause I do what I want). Some head cannons that totally didn’t come up to me randomly while I was halfway through finishing. No proofreading, I go down in style. Is there anything smutty in the first half? No, not really. Did I get carried away again and build a oneshot sort of story? Perhaps. Will I ever make a long smutty moment in any of the alphabet requests? Idk. Hotel? Trivago.

Leans toward female reader pov, but mostly towards gender neutral.

Anyhoo, happy readings!

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I: Intimacy (*looks over at the letter C* Perhaps, I misjudged you.)

Abner lacks physical and emotional intimacy – and you can’t really blame him for it. Being locked up in Belle Reve and made fun of by the other inmates for so long – and to top it all off, his condition and past – he doesn’t have good social skills nor the confidence to approach someone for friendly/flirtatious banter. Even when he and his Task Force X friends go out to celebrate their new freedom at a local club, he still remains reserved and hidden. So he thought.

Throughout the night, Abner watched everyone have fun while sitting in a booth next to a large – totally not a man-eating shark – distinguish gentleman with a mustache, staring intently at a fish tank behind them. Cleo was out dancing wildly on the dance floor with a group of people, Harley sat across the room drinking with three intimidating women, and both Flag and Dubois went somewhere private to chat and drink alone. He consistently looks around the large room, scanning the neon interior and dancing occupant exotically swaying side to side, sipping his drink until his eyes land on a certain someone sitting by the bar. You.

You idly sat on one of the empty stools, swirling your drink in apathy and wearing the most eccentric, colorful outfit that made you stick out of the crowd. Abner nearly choked, spitting his drink through his nose, and erupted into a coughing fit. He didn’t notice Cleo returning to the booth, rushing to sit beside him, gently hitting his back. You were alone – in fact – you looked like you were waiting for someone, glancing at your surroundings and at your phone every minute. 

Supposedly, your date should’ve been here an hour ago. They texted you the address to this place to meet you at a time that was way past your curfew. Without a second thought, you agreed. You spend your whole evening prepping yourself to look nice. The only attire suitable for your first night out was the one that made it look like a clown puked on you. Looking around once more, you scan the room in hopes of seeing your date, not spotting Abner a few feet away staring gawkily at you, swiftly ducking his head to avoid glances.

Abner could feel his face burn red hot, he couldn’t hear Cleo’s muffled words over the sound of his heart pounding in his ear. He finally drew his attention towards Cleo when he heard her say, your glowing. Instantly, he slaps his face out of instinct to check if his glowing rash started popping up – knowing already he expelled the dots before they left. This is a first… Cleo gaped as his face began to flare up into dim hues of blue and red to green and yellow. His eyes move back to you, staring at your phone with a bleak expression. 

Honestly, you weren’t surprised when the screen showed they left you on read. You figured they would bail at the last minute, wasting half of your night to embarrass yourself. Thoughts began running through your head as you felt your chest grow heavy. I think that’s enough for one night. Holding back your tears, you took a shot of your drink and tapped the glass on the counter, going to spin your chair towards the exit when a tall man wearing what seems to be also a colorful button-up blouse blocks your way, startling you. Abner stood stiff as a board, nervously smiling at you. There was a moment of silence between you two. You watched as he glanced over and back at you, sending you mixed signals. Curious at what he was looking at, you turned and spotted two girls looking directly at you, one waving shyly, the other giving a thumbs up, and a– Wait is that a shark in disguise and a rat also waving at us?

You snap your attention back to the man in front of you, hearing him clear his throat out of discomfort before introducing himself as Abner, reaching his hand out towards you. To your dismay, you mindlessly took his hand, shaking it while telling him your name. Abner’s heart flutters at the sight of you smiling softly at him. You catch a glimpse of his cheeks glowing strangely, thinking it could be the lighting in the room. He takes a seat next to you, mumbling if he can buy you a drink, his smile widening when you accept the offer.

Shortly after your second drink, you hit it off pretty quickly, talking about certain things the two of you like, such as movies, and him introducing you to the group – keeping a very close eye on Nana– Bob doesn’t do anything to you. 

Soon you two were on the dance floor, swaying and bobbing your heads to the music, and before you knew it, you were face-to-face. Abner remembered sharing a long gaze with you, feeling as if time suddenly froze. He felt his cheeks boil achingly, noticing your expression contort into a bewildered look. Random patches of colorful glowing dots appeared and disappeared on his face. His eyes seemed to change color, following the primitive colors. 

Although you admired the way he looked, Abner on the other hand took it as a sign of being repulsed, causing something to trigger in his mind. But before he could let the imagery into his head, he hears you call out his name, slowly approaching him. You ask if you could hold his hand, reaching out for it when he accepts. You both stood in the middle for a while, only listening to the music playing on the speakers. Once he felt himself subside, he pulls towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You did the same, putting your arms around his neck, whispering reassuring words. He burrows his face into your shoulder, embracing the unknown feeling in his chest as his face emits a dim glow once again.

O: Oral 

*Abner: Clitoris?! Labia Majora?! Damn girl, how many pussies you got?!*

Abs is ok with giving oral to his partner. He’s a lil’ confuse at first, but he got spirit. He isn’t on the top 3, but somewhere around maybe 4-5. Krill prefers to use his hands to stimulate you than his mouth – since he can be flamboyant. It’s also a way for him to be slightly dominant and in control, edging you as soon as you near climaxing. 

When receiving oral from you, he melts into a whimpering puddle – he’s squirmish and restless at times, but only because you keep teasing his tip and shaft for revenge. To him, the sensation never gets old.

W: Wild Card (*cracks knuckles*)

*inhales*

Liiiiisten.

There’s a hc I have for this guy, but I prefer not to say what it is since it’s quite…vulgar. That and it also goes with a letter that rhymes with see. So here’s two headcannons that are pretty tame. Also, I hc Abner to be a vers.

Anyways.

Whenever Abner is having sexual intercourse with his partner, showing his emotions can be rather complex than his platonic relationship with you. Thus when he’s trying to gaze into your eyes, all you receive is a wide-eyed stare as he thrusts into you. Another aspect of his is uncontrollable giggling. At any moment, when you're riding him, something in his head switches and causes him to be a laughing mess. You remembered briefly stopping to ask him why he keeps laughing every single time you ask that question his response is the same, it feels good.

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A/N: Hope ya'll enjoyed reading, and thank you for liking/reblogging. I find it hard to express my emotions sometimes and overthink it. When I see that I'm getting positive remarks on a couple of stuff I wrote, I acknowledge and appreciate the kindness, but never respond to it. So again, thank you so much for the support. Next one's gonna be a Johnson request, and then whatevers on the to-do list.

[l0vergirlwrites]

i think about you & nothin’ else ; spencer reid

synopsis: after a casual night out, you & spencer let your hearts & hands take control in more ways than one.

warnings: making out & heavy petting??, allusions to sex, fade to black smut, mentions of reader drinking alcohol & wearing makeup, softdom!spence & fem!reader, yearning, fluff, a few swears, spencer & reader just wanna get freaky in a cute way!!

note: this is so self indulgent, i couldn’t resist—can y’all tell i’m down bad for this man or what

minors dni with this post!

“ow, i knew i should’ve worn a different pair”

you groaned as you undid the laces of your doc marten heeled boots, revealing the black polka dotted socks spencer had gotten for you weeks ago when you pulled the bottoms of your jeans higher. spencer’s heart ached with happiness when he saw you wearing them, but he brushed it off, leaning down to help you when the right boot refused to come off.

“let me help” he murmured as he got down on one knee, his tongue poking out a little between his lips as his hands expertly pulled the boot off, adjusting the position of your sock.

as you leaned against the wall & peered down at spencer, you couldn’t help but get that sticky feeling brewing in your stomach, especially when his hand slipped up to caress your calf.

“thank you” you smiled when his eyes met yours, noticing a strand of hair curled in front of his eyes. it made him look like prince charming. “you look extra handsome like this…” you breathed, unable to hide the grin spreading on your face.

spencer squeezed your calf. “is that because i took off your shoe or because i’m on my knees?” he casually asked, smirking when he saw your slightly shocked reaction at his words. he’s not usually forward like that.

“hmmmm…” you dragged out, playing his game. “is ‘both’ an acceptable answer?”

licking his lips, spencer stood up & moved closer into your space, letting his hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing against the hem of the lace shirt you wore. “i’ll allow it just this once” he whispered, leaning down to give you the kiss you had begged him for in the taxi ride home.

slow & calculated, spencer’s lips moved against yours with purpose, thumbs pressing harder into your skin when you’d whine into his mouth. “you taste like that mojito you had” he whispered against your lips, diving back in for another kiss when your hands pawed against his chest, playing with the buttons of his white dress shirt.

you lightly laughed, moving to press kisses to his cheeks & jaw, feeling almost proud when you could see slight remnants of your lipstick marking his soft skin. “& you taste sweet” you said closer to his ear, causing spencer’s stomach to flip a thousand times, only making him lift a hand to your chin, pulling you back to his lips like a desperate man.

you weren’t sure how many minutes had passed by now, but you were content against the wall, arching into spencer’s chest with his hands anchoring your body to his own.

“couch?” he pulled away to ask, his hands sliding down to the plush of your thighs when you nodded eagerly, jumping up & wrapping your arms around his neck.

you both erupted into a fit of giggles when the back of his legs met the couch cushions abruptly, causing spencer to pull you down with him a little too fast, his head slightly knocking into your shoulder when his body fell back onto the cushions.

“shit—i’m sorry” he quickly apologized with a smile, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. but you didn’t retreat, only shaking your head as you pressed a quick kiss to his nose.

“it’s okay—just kiss me again” you smiled, tugging gently on his tie to pull him closer, as if you weren’t already perched on his lap with your legs staddling him.

so spencer kissed you again, eagerly falling back into the rhythm of what had been previously building, letting his hands run circles on your jean clad thighs as you settled onto him. your hands worked on undoing his tie to toss it onto the floor, like you’ve done so many times with your eyes closed, nudging your nose against his when he tugged on your bottom lip.

“is this okay?” you asked with a panting breath, fingers nimble as they rested in place at the top of his shirt, waiting for the go ahead to unbutton it.

“yeah, baby. go ahead” he answered, moving to kiss your jaw & neck as your fingers unbuttoned each button, one by one.

“fuck” you murmured when spencer sucked on that one spot you liked, involuntarily causing your hips to shift in his lap.

he hummed gratefully like he planned it, proud of your reaction. “you like that, hmm?” he asked teasingly, voice all low & sultry with yearning.

“gonna let me make a few marks?”.

you nodded your head & let your hips move against his again, your hands raking up & down his chest once all the buttons were freed. you swore you could feel every muscle, every rib & dent in chest, sending a tingling feeling across spencer’s skin. “yes, please”.

spencer hummed into your neck at your politeness, pressing his lips down closer to your collarbone before creating a love bite. he was smart enough to do it in places where they’d hide under your clothes so others couldn’t see, keeping them a little secret shared between the two of you.

scraping your nails across his chest, one hand moved up to his hair, tugging in the soft brown locks appreciatively at the sensations he was sending through your skin. you felt like you were on fire in the best of ways. so you continued building the friction between you two, smiling devilishly when his hands cupped your tits, thumbs massaging your nipples through the lacey fabric until they peaked.

“wanna make you feel good” you panted into his ear, earning a suppressed moan from him in return, your name sounding somehow sweeter when it escaped his mouth.

“you always do, sweetheart” he assured as he pulled back to look at you, the way you arched yourself closer to his touch. spencer could see your smudged eyeliner clearer now, & he liked it.

he liked—no, loved—everything about you. especially when you sat on top of him like this; messy hair, smudged makeup, the soft pinch of your eyebrows when he did something you liked... it made him feel eternally lucky.

“spence” you said, bringing him out of the haze he fell into when he processed your thumb brushing against his bottom lip.

“i’m here” he responded with vigour, taking ahold of your wrist so he could press a kiss into the heel of your hand. “i just can’t get over how beautiful you look right now—it’s driving me insane” he explained, desperation & love present in his tone.

it made you melt, brain going fuzzy with the need to go further than you both have gone before.

“i could say the same about you—can’t believe that you’re all mine” you bit your lip & squeezed his bare shoulders, eyes scanning his messy hair & twinkling eyes, all the way down to his toned chest, how his happy trial peeked out below his navel.

spencer hoped his neck wasn’t turning pink under your gaze.

“god, i’m so lucky” he pulled your lips to his for the millionth time, but neither of you were tired of it.

“you could get even more lucky tonight if you want to…” you proposed, pulling away & batting your eyelashes in a way that drives him wild.

you know he knows what you’re implying by the way his hands slip to your ass, squeezing the fat there, wishing your jeans were already off.

“oh yeah? what do you have in mind?”.

ugh. what a tease.

you took a deep breath, sitting up before pulling his hands to rest in front of you, nudging his fingers to brush against the button of your jeans. “take them off & find out” you said, more so commanded with a nervous breath, & spencer was more than happy to comply.

letting your fingers play with his hair again, spencer’s fingers popped your button & slowly undid the zipper of your jeans, his eyes not leaving yours. when the zipper stopped, one of his hands moved to your hip, pushing your shirt higher on your stomach, massaging your skin.

“look down, baby. you missed it”.

your words caused spencer’s eyes to dart to the opening of your jeans, his sight locking onto the small piece of red fabric with white stitching that read “lucky you” in cursive lettering. he let a surprised scoff escape his lips, only feeling more turned on. his eyes also landed on the lacy black pair of underwear you were wearing.

spencer was about to lose it.

“lucky me, indeed”.

[blueheron15]

TOO SOON TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU

pairing: jj x fem!routledge!reader

summary: jj navigating his childhood and adolescence while seeing john b as a brother, but y/n as something… more.

warnings: flangst, suggested smut

a/n: wow this was longer than i thought it was gonna be and thats why i am edging yall with the ending... THERE WILL BE A PART TWO

jj and john b had been brothers since third grade. it was common knowledge for everyone on the island. don't cross john b unless you wanted to deal with jj, too, or vice versa. it was a well-known fact.

they began playing together at recess, and soon, john b came back home talking about his new friend. he would eventually begin bringing two lunches to school with him so jj could actually eat.

the first time they hung out outside of school, they went fishing off of the ocean at the chateau. they were called inside for lunch by the ringing of a bell.

"wut was that?" jj asked in his southern drawl, toothless mouth quirking in confusion as he dropped a minnow back into the water.

"my daddy's callin' us back for lunch." john b explained, beginning to pull up the anchor of the johnboat.

"is your daddy nice?" jj asked, helping his friend gather the ropes.

"he's just a normal dad." john b shrugged, adjusting his hat before starting the motor.

"my dad hates me." jj explained, as if it were a simple fact of life. he sat down.

"well, i think mine'll like you."

from that day on, jj had practically been adopted into the routledge family. the littlest sibling, y/n routledge, was only five when they met, and was relatively closed off at first. while the four of them ate at the table that day, big john had shown an affection towards his son and jj, but made no effort to include his daughter in the conversation.

the age gap, which seemed significant at first, slowly dwindled away as john b's friend group expanded to the rest of the pogues. y/n hung out with them sometimes, too.

jj had always thought she was nice, and he enjoyed getting a rise out of her, but his best friend for life was her brother. that's who he was looking for on the night he happened to fall in love with her.

y/n was 12, and jj was 14. he knew john b was at a small party kiara was throwing (a farewell party to kildare high school, if you will), but he was hoping he would be back by one am. jj stumbled into the chateau, tripping over the step into the house.

"shit!" he cursed, his already bruised cheek making contact with the dusty hardwood floor. "ugghhhh" he groaned, slowly hoisting himself up.

"jj?" he heard a voice mumble.

his head snapped up, finding y/n standing in the kitchen. suddenly, his cheeks flushed as he looked at his star wars pajama pants, embarrassed that she was seeing him like this. "uh, yeah." he cleared his throat, taking a step further into the dimly lit house. "hey, y/n."

he could have sworn he heard her sniffle, but she too took a step forward, flicking on the living room light.

"isn't it passed your bedtime?" jj asked, at the same time y/n said "what happened to you?"

his hand made it's way to the back of his neck, scratching. "nuthing." he said dismissively. "just got inta an argument with my old man."

her face contorted into a frown, walking up to him and grabbing his arm. as she lead him into the bathroom, he had a strange thought that she looked adorable in her polka dot pajama pants and one of pope's old t shirts.

"why'd he do this to you?" she asked softly, grabbing disinfecting ointment from the cabinet. "sit on the toilet so i can clean you up."

jj rolled his eyes, deflecting. "i dont need you to clean me up. was lookin' for your brother anyway."

"well," she started, confirming his previous thought. "john b's not here, and neither is my dad cuz he never is, and in case you didn't know, it's been 10 years since my mama left, and i'm all alone, and i'd really not like to be alone right now so could you please just sit?"

she finished her rant with a stray tear leaking down her cheek, a red face, and a huff of air. jj tried not to let his grin show. they way she got so flustered, the way she annunciated each word, made his heart flutter despite the heaviness of the situation. "hold your horses, i'll stay." he said, raising his hands up in surrender.

he sat down on the toilet lid as she tended to his busted lip, cut under eye, and bruised cheek. she worked in silence for a little while.

"he did this to me cuz im a piece of shit." he eventually muttered.

"you're not." she insisted, shaking her head.

"you only think that because i'm john b's friend." he scoffed. "maybe he's right, anyway. he caught me stealin from the gas station. maybe i deserved this."

she looked at him. jesus, jj thought, when did her eyes become so... pretty? "you didn't think we're friends?"

jj looked down at the floor, before bashfully meeting her gaze. "guess we are now."

jj slept over, obviously, and they sat together on the couch as she showed him the only existing photo of her and her mother.

"i wonder if she would like me if she knew me now." y/n thought out loud.

jj took it upon himself to use humor to make her feel better. "pretend im your mom." he shrugged.

"what?" she squeaked, looking at him like he was crazy.

he cleared his throat before raising it an octave to make him sound like a woman. "oh, y/n!" he exclaimed, grabbing the ends of her hair. "my daughter, you're sooo beautiful!"

"ew!" she she giggled as jj got closer and closer to her. "get off me jj!" she laughed, playfully shoving him away.

"you don't want some lovin' from your mama?" he teased, still in a girly voice.

she kicked him gently, squealing in delight at his antics. "you're not my mama!" she insisted.

they began wrestling playfully, jj pushing her so she was laying on the couch, pinning her down. and, when john b walked in, he thought it was nothing more than some classic routledge and maybank sibling bonding.

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from that moment on, there was an undeniable shift between the two of them. somehow, y/n had gone from nice, to adorable, to pretty at her thirteenth birthday party. the pogues and some of her girlfriends from school had been invited to the chill hang out at the chateau.

she was talking to some of her other friends, in a lovely white sundress and brown cow boy boots, when jj nearly choked on the vodka he had added into his lemonade.

"i never realized how pretty y/n was." pope commented, swinging on the hammock.

"what?!" jj shrieked, spitting out his drink.

"ew, dude." kiara said, rolling her eyes.

"don't you think she looks nice?" pope inquired.

"uh, well, i mean, um" jj stuttered. "what?"

"that's all i'm sayin, dude. y/n is-"

"y/n is what?" john b asked, joining them.

"pope's got a lil crush." kie said, smirking.

"t-this is outrageous!" jj exclaimed.

"why do you even care?" asked kie.

"b-because-"

"obviously because she's like a sister to him and it's gross." john b explained, rolling his eyes. "new rule. no macking on my sister."

"you got that pope?" jj asked seriously, pointing an accusatory finger.

"i wasn't planning on macking on her!" pope cried, defending himself.

jj huffed. "good." he muttered under his breath. he definitely did think pope macking on y/n would be gross. but not for the reason john b had said. something stirred within his chest. it was a gross, green feeling.

...was he jealous?

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when jj was sixteen and when y/n was fourteen, the "no macking on y/n" rule had been transformed into the "no pogue on pogue macking" rule. this was due to both y/n and kiara being mature enough to wear bikinis. like, proper bikinis.

it was the first day of summer break. kiara was back from the kook academy, jj didn't have to deal with fucking geometry anymore, he snuck off the previous night with some touron older girl and had his first time behind a tree, and holy hell life was good. the pogues joined some other students at the beach for surfing and a bonfire.

but his eyes were on y/n.

shit, was he a pervert? after all, she was only 14, and one of his best friends. she came fishing with him and john b even though she didn’t particularly enjoy the activity. they were constantly play wrestling, or giving each other sea shells as little gifts. and, jj constantly called her mama, much to john b’s demise. it was one of their inside jokes.

she had just looked so good in her blue bikini and she was actually growing boobs. as jj sat on the sand, watching her surf, he barely noticed kiara and another girl approach him.

“hey, j!” kie called.

“‘sup?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of y/n. she was an amazing surfer, but he was ready to jump into action if she happened to wipe out.

“this is lacy.” kiara said, motioning to the girl next to him. she had a nice rack and a sexy body, with beautiful blonde hair. “i went to the look academy with her.”

“oh?” jj said, raising a brow. “a kook, huh? watchu doin’ on this side of the island, princess?” he shamelessly flirted. kie rolled her eyes in disgust, but lacy placed her palm against a tree, leaning in seductively.

“everyone on figure eight thinks they’re too proper to have fun for a night.” she shrugged.

jj grinned. he was catching her drift, alright.

he brought her back to chateau and fucked her good. well, at least he tried to. but with the image of y/n in his mind, he came in like 15 seconds. he made it up to her by eating her out, which was divine, pleasing her in the way he believed every woman should be.

lacy left, and after jj cleaned himself up and put on a fresh pair of boxers and gray sweatpants, he exited big john’s room, which was now practically his after the man’s disappearance, to get a drink.

he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw y/n sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter. she gave him a knowing look, rolling her eyes as the tears fell.

“shit.” he cursed, walking up to her. “uh. you heard that?”

she scoffed. “everyone heard it. i don’t care about that, though. it’s just… i… do you think i’m pretty, jj?”

“what’re you talkin about?”

she hiccuped. “am i pretty?” she repeated. he let out a breath. shit, how was he supposed to answer that? hell yeah, she was pretty. but she took his silence as a no. “i know i’m not. but it’s not fair that everyone sees me as just some little kid.” she explained. “none of the guys in my grade want to date me. i h-haven’t even kissed anybody yet, and you guys are all having sex, and it’s not fair!”

he tentatively sat down on a stool next to her. “you’re still young.”

“so that means i’m ugly?” she retorted.

“i think yer the prettiest girl on this whole damn island.” jj explained. he was so vulnerable, wide blue eyes staring into hers.

“… you do?”

“i do.” he said softly, nodding. he extended a hand, tucking a stray frizzy and sun dried lock of hair behind her hair. “i really do, mama.” he wondered out loud.

“well…” her heart was beating out of her chest as she took in a shaky breath. “thank you.” she grinned cheekily, cheeks beat red.

“you’re welcome.” he said, tailing a finger down her cheek before going to get up.

“wait” she said in a distressed tone. she grabbed his arm, stood up, and quickly pulled him foreword, pressing her lips to his.

it barely lasted two seconds, and jj didn’t even have time to close his eyes before y/n was pulling away.

she stepped back, staring at him. he brought a hand up to ghost over his lips. he had never felt so much electricity. his lips were literally buzzing.

“kie told me her first kiss made her want to puke.” y/n stated. “um. are all first kisses supposed to be that good?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“uh.” he said, voice hoarse. “mine sure as hell wasn’t.”

“oh.”

“yeah… oh.”

“okay. um, g’night jay!” she squeaked, retreating into her room.

jj was doomed.

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y/n routledge had ruined every other girl for jj. he was absolutely besotted with her.

but, the problem was, he couldn't have her. john b would forbid it.

"it's just like, fuckin gross, man!" john b complained, laying on the hammock as he mindlessly threw a hackey sack in the air, catching it. "like, i don't wanna see you macking on my little sister, sorry."

"she's her own person, man." jj said, waxing his board. "just let her be."

"he's a douche." john b insisted. he wasn't very fond of y/n's first ever boyfriend. "she's only 15, why does she even need a boyfriend?"

"i got a feelin' you'll hate anyone she dates." jj replied with an eye roll.

"probably." john b cringed.

jj fought back a shudder. would he hate me if i dated her?

suddenly, y/n came speeding around the corner on her bike, pushing it to the ground and ditching it, sprinting into the house.

"what the hell?" jj asked. him and john b were immediately following her inside.

"y/n?" john b asked, swiftly approaching her. "what's wrong?"

she stood in the middle of the living room, her body wracking with sobs. "h-he... he..." she couldn't even get the words out as she covered her hand with her mouth.

"did he hurt you? what's happenin?" jj asked, concerned. he placed a hand on each of her shoulders, craning his neck down so they were at eye level with each other.

her lips quivered as she sighed, and jj's heart broke.

"he broke up w-with me." she finally managed to get out.

jj recoiled, and him and john b shared a look.

"he's dead."

that night, after the three of them laid together in bed (a y/n sandwich, with her in the middle of the two boys) and did all the girly post break up shit u see in movies together, it was nearing two am when they decided to call it a night.

jj sat on the edge of her bed for a little while, watching her tuck herself in tight underneath the covers.

"you gonna be okay?" he asked.

she hiked up a shoulder. "i'm gonna have to be."

a beat of silence passed. "he's a fuckin idiot for fumbling you." she snorted. "it's true!" jj insisted, his voice growing higher in insistence.

y/n smiled sadly. "thanks, jay."

he gave her a solute. "well, goodnight, mama." he went to get up, but she reached out.

"wait. um. i don't really wanna be alone tonight."

"oh. you want me to get jb, or...?"

in a small and vulnerable voice, she asked. "can you stay?"

"uh, y/n, im not sure how good of an-" he protested, running a hand through his messy blonde locks.

"please, jj." she begged, her voice cracking.

jj didn't stand a chance. "you know i can't say no to you." he whispered, a soft smile on his face.

y/n reached behind her, grabbing an extra pillow and handing it to him. he grabbed the extra blanket on the edge of her bed, getting comfortable on the floor.

they laid in silence for a few moments, just listening to the hum of the crickets and the crashing of the waves in the distance. jj was 99% sure she was asleep, and moved to get up, when she finally spoke.

"he broke up with me because he kept trying to force me to have sex but i didn't want to." she confessed, her words awkwardly cutting through the silence.

"are you fucking kidding me?" jj asked, disgusted.

"please don't kill him." she sighed.

"please don't kill him," jj repeated, mocking her tone. "nah, fuck that. what's this guys address? i swear, i'm gonna-"

"you're gonna do what, jj?" she retorted.

"egg his house, slash his tires, beat him up, i don't know! the point is, that was a dick move. and that's not okay to do. especially to you. cuz your-"

he stopped himself. in the midst of their heated conversation, they had both propped themselves up on their elbows, y/n looking down at jj and him looking up at her. they lowered themselves back down in to a recumbent position.

"i'm what?" y/n whispered.

jj thought for a moment. you’re my girl. you’re so incredibly special. that’s what his mind was thinking. but he couldn’t say that. could he?

“because you’re like a sister to me.” he choked out. he didn’t sound believable at all.

“am i really though?” she pressed.

jj wanted to cry at the unfairness of it all. “we can’t, y/n.” he forced himself to say.

“…i know.” she conceded. “but maybe…” she thought out loud. she let a hand dangle down, off the edge of the bed. “friends can hold hands, right?”

he intertwined their fingers together, holding his arm up for her. “yeah. they can.”

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jj and y/n continued to find loopholes in order to be able to act on some of their feelings while not making it obvious for john b.

friends kissed each others cheeks. friends took naps together, bodies intertwined in the hammocks. friends got jealous of flirting. friends called each other nick names like “mama” or “baby” or “bub.”

right?

y/n was providing light in jj’s fucked up life, which become increasingly worse with this search for gold.

jj knew that y/n was having a hard time with her brother following in her fathers footsteps. this made them grow closer, as the barrier that was john b was less and less present, constantly on the go or with sarah cameron.

for fucks sake, they were held at gun point today by barry, who jj knew bc he used to sell coke to his dad.

who, speaking of which, beat him to shit. jj didn’t know how to deal with everything and so he bought a hot tub.

he couldn’t be bothered at pope and kie lecturing him. he couldn’t be bothered that he blew the money. but when y/n stepped inside the hot tub upon seeing the bruises on his abdomen, holding him tight against her chest and stroking his hair, he finally broke down.

he allowed her to dry him off and get him into some clothes. they lay together in her room, this time, both together on her bed as jj needed the physical affection.

he was practically on top of her, his face nuzzled into her neck, but she didn’t mind. she ran her fingers through his hair and up and down his back, to the point where he was practically purring and melting completely into her, mending their bodies together as one.

he was never so vulnerable, not with anyone else.

“thank you,” he croaked out. “for dealing with me.”

“hey.” she gently reprimanded. “don’t say it like it’s some kind of chore. i want to be able to help you, bub. we all do.”

he nodded, to tired to put up a fight. “only want your help tho.”

she smiled into his temple. “i feel like you’re the only person who actually gets me.“ she admitted.

“me too.”

that morning, upon waking up, the two of them had shifted to jj spooning her from behind, holding on tightly. and y/n didn’t mind one bit.

“morning,” she whispered sleepily, intertwining their legs together.

he groaned, stretching his legs out, but not separating them from hers. “mornin’”

“i gotta show ya somethin” he said after a few minutes of laying there admiring y/n. she looked so serene and peaceful in his arms, the sunlight streaming in from the windows and making her look like an angel.

“uh oh what did you steal?” she joked.

“i didn’t steal anything.” he said with an eye roll, sitting up and walking out of the room momentarily. he returned with something shiny in his hands. “i got u somethin when i splurged on the hot tub.”

“jj” she gently chided, propping herself up on her elbows.

“it’s fine.” he protested. “everyone knows the cats ass is dope as fuck. here.”

he held out a gold chain with a small j on it.

y/n held it in her hands, smiling down at it, then looking up at him.

“j as in…” she trailed off, smirking. “jj?”

he nodded and unspoken words passed between them. he put in on her neck, and she thought to herself that she would never take it off.

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the night of john b and sarah’s “death” was the best and worst night of y/n and jj’s lives.

“we… we lost em.” shoupe said, his words echoed by the booming thunder. “i’m sorry.”

“you lost them? what do you mean you lost them? like they’re gone? what are you talking about?” pope tried to frantically clarify.

jj’s jaw clenched. kiara’s face dropped. and y/n just stood there, numb as her heart plummeted into a deep abyss.

“they took an open boat into a tropical depression, pope.” the officer explained.

“so they’re dead?” kie asked.

“we don’t know.” said shoupe.

jj’s anger took over. “you drove em straight into the storm, man! are you kidding me?! come here!” he growled, pummeling shoupe.

“jj, stop!” kiara cried.

“get over here! i’m gonna kill you you bastard! you killed them!” he said, trying to fight off the other cops who were restraining him.

pope tried to reason with shoupe, and kiara was begging for it all to stop.

everything was going in slow motion for y/n. her brother… her brother was dead. there was no way he and sarah could have made it through that storm.

as kiara’s parents enveloped her into a hug, and as pope’s parents came in, extremely worried for their son and his friends, jj and y/n made eye contact.

all they had left was each other.

jj calmed down, and when he ripped himself out of the police’s grip, he walked toward y/n who ran and jumped up into his arms. he held her tight, silent tears running down his cheeks as she wailed.

“no, no!” she whimpered, clinging to jj as if they were the last two people on earth.

“i know baby.” he tried to comfort. “i know.”

they found themselves in the porch the chateau, each sitting on an opposite end of the couch, staring outside. jj was smoking his weed and y/n took the occasion puff.

both of their voices were hoarse and eyes were puffy from crying.

“what am i gonna do?” she wondered, voice cracking. “you can’t let them take me away, jj. y-you can’t.”

“and i won’t.” he promised. “i swear. no one is gonna take you, or hurt you. ever. okay? if they do it’s gonna be over my dead body.”

he scooted closer towards her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him.

“my brother.” jj said solemnly, shaking his head and exhaling a puff of weed. “john b was, is, my brother. i don’t know, man… do you think he’s really dead?”

“i don’t know. i don’t know anything anymore.” she whispered.

“well, there’s one thing i do know.” he said. “with everything happening… shit, who knows? who knows what’ll happen to us? i just… i-i gotta tell ya… john b may be like a brother to me, but you were never like a sister to me.”

with wide eyes, she turned her head towards him. “jj… what are you saying?”

“i’m sayin that… y/n i’ve never seen you as just jb’s lil sister. i’ve always seen you as- as you. you know i’m not good at expressing my feelings.” he took a deep breath, nervous. but he looked into her eyes. “but i want to try.”

she smiled, for the first time all night.

“you’re cute, but somehow sexy at the same time. you make me wanna actually open up to you, and be vulnerable, and be better. a-and, you’re so fucking funny too, dude. i know you’ve always struggled with separating yourself from your dad and john b. and maybe sometimes you think that nobody notices you. but y/n, you’re all i notice. you’re everywhere, all the time, and it’s so scary. but… what’s scarier is the fact that i could lose you like john b and you would always think i saw you as a little sister.”

she snorted at that through the tears. she was rendered speechless.

jj let out a shaky breath. she closed the small distance between the two of them, straddling his hips as they kissed with the taste of weed, perfume, and salty tears invading their senses.

they kept crying hard, but kept kissing harder.

“i love you.” jj said. and once it left his lips, it’s like the damn burst. “fuck i love you so much y/n. i love you so much. we’re gonna be okay. i got you. i got you, mama.”

“i love you” she said, nodding her head. “i love you too, jj.”

so it was safe to say that jj loved each of the routledge siblings.

but y/n?

that was his girl. his person.

(and, when john b came back from the dead, he’d be grossed out to see jj and his little sister macking. but he knew jj would do anything for her.

so, when y/n routledge became y/n maybank a few years later, john b and jj would actually be brothers.)

it was always gonna be P4L, but it was routledge and maybank first.

he used a hand to hold her back, gently flipping them over so that he was hovering on top of her, his beautiful biceps caging her in.

he slid his tongue over her bottom lip and she granted him entrance as they made out. wanting, needing to be closer, she hooked her ankles around his lower back, arching into him and feeling his erection.

"fuck" he panted. he trailed his kisses lower, nipping her ear lobe, sucking on her neck.

"mm r-remember when my first boyfriend broke up with me?" she said through whimpers. "i didn't wanna have sex with him. n-not because i wasn't ready, but because... i always wanted it to be you."

he let out a groan. "jesus, y/n..." he detached his lips from her neck, loving the hickey that had formed there.

"jj... please. i need you." she said, tears staining her cheeks.

he kissed them away. "i need you too, mama." he breathed. they looked into each other's eyes. "ive never needed anyone so bad. all those other girls... they were to distract me from you because i never thought this would happen."

"john b made it a rule to not mack on you." he continued.

she smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a sob at the mention of her brother.

"let me take care of you.. i can't stand to see you hurtin like this."

"please" she whimpered.

and so, she let her legs fall to each side of jj's torso, and he began shimmying down her shorts...

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[rafesplaymate]

SCREAMS glamourmodel out partying with rafe🤭🤭

YES. (the way i have these pics on one of my pinterest boards)

Lights, Camera, Action!

Rafe Cameron x Glamourmodel!Reader

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warnings: smut. Exhbitionism (like fr). degradation. manhandling. p in v. dom / sub dynamics. pervs all around.

a/n: like this is legit exhibitionism and power dynamics

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That’s definitely glamourmodel!reader and Rafe at one of his functions at Tannyhill. Let me elaborate…

“Keep showing your panties and shit, get your ass down!” He’d growl, coke drip irritating his sinuses and throat along with the reverb in his voice from reprimanding her. He knew that getting with a famous model meant the amount of attention that comes along with her would be excessive —but the way everyone around them is ogling her sweet self in her pretty, pink polka dotted dress makes him want to gouge their eyes out.

“Mhmm.. Rafey”, she’d whine with a pout on her full lips, makeup a mess and blowout falling from the damp humidity of the summer night and bodies surrounding them. Her cute pussy barely covered by her g-string as she dances on the outside-lounge table in their area. It’s one of her more modest dresses but the way she lets it lift up twist with her movements with no care for her assets showing is making Rafe’s possessiveness rear its ugly-head. Although she loved when he got like this.

“Ugh! Leave her alone, can’t even let her have fun. You’re such a loser!” Mocked Sarah who was dancing right along with her. The two girls fueled with liquid courage. In an equally skimpy outfit as she dances right along with her best friend. Both of them the stars of the party, always egging each other on to be as care free as they can be. It irks Rafe how much Sarah enables his girl but she quite frankly doesn’t give a fuck —y/n is way too sexy not to show herself off to the fullest extent. In fact they’d even considered getting Sarah into modeling with her too.

“Shut your bitch ass up, no one was talking to you,” Rafe bit back, reaching for his girl by the waist and tugging her down while she whined and moaned about how he’s ‘no fun.’ “Rafey —stop! Ugh, let me live!” She’d cry to him, pushing against him as he successfully manhandled her to his whim. Feeling him tug up the low cut of her dress while he pulled the ridden up skirt to cover her ass. “Shut up. Sick of you bouncing these fake tits around with your nipples showin’ and shit. Keep that shit for the magazines and shoots.” He’d grab her by the face, making her dazed eyes look into his while he scolded her. His stupid bunny, oh how he loves her.

If it weren’t for the line she’d taken earlier and the vodka she pounded back she doesn’t think she’d mind so much about her man being so controlling. She loves how possessive he is, makes her pussy wet when he gets so protective over her. But right now.. she wants to pick at his nerves and make him even angrier. She loves being a tease, especially with him.

“Thought you liked my tits, Hef paid a pretty penny for them.” She’d say with a mocking pout, bringing her french-tipped hands to rub her plump chest as she stared at him. “Don’t know why you’re so bothered, this is more than what I use to wear at the mansion parties.” She’d wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her chest to his while Rafe would pull her even closer, big hands trailing down her cinched waist to her perky ass —squeezing the globes in his palm as he smirked down at her.

“Fuck yeah, y’know I love ‘em. But they belong to me now —that old bastard can suck my fat dick.” He’d whisper with mocking; trailing his lips down her neck as he teased her wetness with the tips of his fingers. “What you’re talking about, hm? What did my little playmate get up to without me around?” His words are muffled by his trail of kisses down her neck. Bringing one hand to grope her chest while her hard nipples stabbed against his palm -encouraging her to continue with a hum. “Oh… you know.” She’d whisper in a daze from his touch. Letting him domineer her presence with his want and need for her.

“Walked around that place more than once with nothing but a pair of heels, and bunny ears on my head.” She’d moan out, head tilting back as she allowed him to mark her. His previous love-bites of ownership fading, and he’s determined to constantly leave them there so everyone around this damned island knows she’s taken for. His girl, his bunny, his playmate. His.

It takes him a minute to register her words; too entranced by her sweet-smelling perfume and smooth skin. Too entranced by her in general and the fact that he scored a fucking playmate! But when, what she said finally locked in his drug and lust infused, fuzzy brain —did his motions stop and his body stiffen. Pulling his head back quickly as his hand groping at her chest wrapped around her neck and squeezed the sides. Forcing her fluttering eyes to shoot open and look into his demeaning stare. His jaw ticked and lips pursed in displeasure. Bingo!

“The fuck, did you just say?” He’d accuse, his grip tightening on her throat. They’re lucky the other party-goers around them are too fucked up and preoccupied by other things. Sarah’s attention now focused on throwing her ass back to the thumping music while Top’ showers her in bills dramatically and Kelce talks up a girl they invited into their area. “You were what? Walking around with -with your pussy out for the whole world to see, huh? Fucking attention-whore.” He’d growl, tightening his grip and watching as her manicured hand came to scratch at his wrist. The playboy necklace against her chest taunting him with her reality before him.

“Yeah…” she’d choke out, her glossed lips twisting in a devious smirk. Her leg coming to wrap around his as she presses herself against him. Free hand coming down to run over the bulge in his khakis between their bodies as she lowers her eyes seductively. “Let some rockstars, and actors lick into my pussy with a crowd watching too.” She’d finalize. Watching as the heat in his eyes built up into an uncontrollable flame of anger, jealousy and lust. She wants to play games, fine —they can play.

Rafe loosens his hand on her throat, pushing her against one of the couches around them. Watching as she bounced on it with her legs open and the skirt of her dress flaring up. Her lace g-string and bottom of her tummy showing as she raised her arms above her head. Relaxing into the cushions with a triumphant smirk playing on her lips and eyes holding his —while she spreads her legs further. Rafe would just give her a daring smirk before he’d grab her by her waist, quickly turning her onto her knees with her upper half over the edge of the couch. Facing the patrons around them who were all in their own universe —well that was until…

Rip!

The sound of her thin dress getting ripped apart from the back as Rage pressed his bulge into her ass. Tearing the fabric from her body with a jagged line all the way up to the top. The flimsy thing falling open quickly and only hanging on by the straps from her arms. Pretty tits and body now on display as Rafe landed a firm smack on her bare ass, ripping her flimsy string of an underwear with no problem. The scene now catching attention from everyone around them as they started paying attention to what’s unfolding in front of them. Men and women alike ogling the model as she mewled and whined from Rafe’s manhandling. His large frame towering over her bent body on the couch —sexy lips twisted in a sultry purse as she looked over at him from her shoulder with pure lust in her eyes.

“Rafe what are you— Shut up.” Rafe would quickly shut up Sarah who was now watching the even unfold —trying to look away but the sight of her best friend looking like a wet dream even got her fantasizing (she won’t admit it yet, that she thinks of her sometimes late at night.) Topper lowering his unnecessary sunglasses as he let out a ‘yo!’ from the sight of his favorite playmate bent over naked in front of him. Kelce’s attention on the girl he was talking to now long gone as he took in the sight as well. Everyone around them watching Rafe dominate his girl with no care in the world except showing who she belonged too.

He’d wrap her hair around his wrist, tugging harshly and forcing her body to arch back and pull up with a harsh gasp falling from her lips. Her naked frame now completely on display for everyone around them —ripping the straps of her dress down her arms and letting it fall to her knees completely on the couch. People’s phones out and circling around them as their substance-induced perceptions readied for the show that was clearly about to start. Rafe’s body filling with immense satisfaction at his brazen display of ownership and the fact that she was allowing it. His little exhibitionist.

“See that, shit? How everyone’s looking at you, you love it huh? Love being a show-off, don’t you?” He’d whisper harshly against her ear, his body slightly bent over to do so —hand tightening his grip on her hair as her neck strained from the movement. Looking at the crowd with furrowed brows, sultry eyes and her lips in a sexy ‘o.’ Her body gleaming under the full moon and stars from the body glitter and oil she rubbed all over herself. Only thing on her body being her ‘Playmate of the Year’ bunny neckless and her cute white, stiletto-mules. Left ankle decorated with a pretty white-gold chain and dangly ‘R’ that Rafe had gotten her. The epitome of a sex goddess and showing off why she’s been ‘POTY’ so many times. Rafe was a lucky man that was forsure.

“Love it, love it so much daddy.” She’d whine sensually, moving her arms to hold onto the head of the couch in front of her; helping hold herself up so she can arch her ass higher against the bulge in his pants. Whining her hips as she left a wet mark against the khaki material. Rafe’s dick throbbing painfully and his mind ready to do something about it. Right here, right now. In front of everyone. Not giving a single fuck how scandalous this might be or how likely it is to end up on social media. She lives for that shit, he knows it. And he’d loved to be the lucky bastard who’s known for banging a playmate with a crowd. Her earlier words replaying in his head.

“Those motherfuckers may have licked into this sweet pussy,” he’d start, slightly moving his hips from her and bringing his free hand to fumble with his button and zipper. Preparing to free his cock as Sarah hauled Topper away from the scene; him complaining that he ‘wants to see the show’ as he keeps tilting his head back to look at the entertainment furthering from his vision from the tugging on his arm. Kelce and his girl watching the scene intently with pure curiosity and excitement.

“But y’know what daddy’s gon’ do right now, princess?” He finally freed his cock from the confinement of his shorts; the appendage painfully hard and leaking precum as he rubbed it up and down her soaking pussy. Prepared to complete his promise on pounding her in front of the crowd, murmurs of anticipation surrounding. The flashes from phones lighting them up as the music lowered slightly from the speakers.

Showtime!

“M’gonna fuck you right here, show everyone of these assholes how this shit right here,” He slipped the tip in slightly, her mouth dropping open in a long drawn whine as his head breached her entrance, “is mine.” The sting satisfying and her favorite feeling in the world. Not thinking anything but thoughts of his dick and needing to feel it spear her and ravage her insides. Her mean man, she loved when he got like this. Satisfied her efforts worked. More than ready to make him proud and show everyone how pretty she is when she gets fucked.

“Fuck —yeah..sloppy little pussy just takin’ me right in. Love this shit, baby.” He’d groan when his hips finally meet her ass, her eyes rolling back into her head as she begins circling her hips and bouncing slightly against him. Men and women alike around her giving soft words of encouragement and pushing her to give a good show. Rafe’s hand gripping the head of the couch right next to hers while the grip in her hair tightened even more. His lips still against her ear as he grinded deeply into her and felt her arousal begin dripping down his balls and wetting the cushion beneath them. Stupid slut, she’ll get what’s coming to her. With an almost evil smirk he stared into one of the cameras in front of them, head next to hers as he whispered in her ear once more…

“Smile for the cameras, little star. And be good for me, hm? Want this shit to get back to Hef.”

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a/n: i need some water. STAT! ugh! if you made it this far without getting embarrassed i hope you enjoy! :)

[changisworld]

Baby fever

Husband!Chan x reader

word count;3,200

Summary: Your husband, Bangchan has finally decided that he too wants a baby, after you constantly pestering him & getting it into how good parents you would both be.

-just HAD to write this after I got an ask about & then having my amazing 🪫 anon AGREEING which has now encouraged me to write this heheh,

18+, MDNI, SMUT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

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SMUT WARNINGS: PIV, oral(f rec), B R E E D I N G kink, creampie, lactation kink if you squint, nipple sucking, slight dirty talk, channie is BBBIIIGGG, bulge kink, body worship, marking, lovemaking, praise, aftercare but more off screen, 99% smut 1% backstory :3

You & your husband, Chan are just strolling around Walmart, doing some grocery shopping for your fridge & cupboards & you both end up walking past the small clothes section & your eyes land instantly on the cute newborn baby onzies & cute baby packs of socks.

"Channieeee, how can you even look at this n not want a baby? the clothes are so teeny & adorable!" you cheer, looking at him with a big smile & doe eyes on your face & chan just looks at you & rolls his eyes, smiling at you as he reaches out to touch the baby clothes, looking at all the cute patterns on them.

"Shhh! It's not that I don't want a baby, It's just scary! You say the exact same quote every time we walk past anything to do with babies I can rehearse it!" He giggles before putting his hand up & splaying it across the little onzie, comparing the size to it.

"I know but I'm just dyyying for a baby! Would you prefer a boy or a girl? & you've been saying you'll 'think about it' for monthhhs! We'd be the best parents on earth n you know it, I've seen you with kids & you'd be the best dad evverrrrr!" you cheer back, reaching out to ruffle his soft black hair & he kneans into your touch.

"I wouldn't care if about gender as long as I got a mini us & I knowww but still! You've came off the pill so now we just gotta see if it happens, can you get us some tomatoes? We forgot to pick em up." He questions you, putting both hands back on the cart & giving you a kiss on your cheek, making you blush.

"Doesn't mean much if you pull out Channie! I'll grab five." you sigh as you leave your husband & walk to go get what he asked you to. Chan watches you leave before he looks back at some of the cute baby clothes & he picks up three different onzies in different stripes & also polka dot patterns, he also picks up a cute little white baby hat before he buries it underneath the small mountain of items still in the cart before making his way to the checkout, texting you to just put the tomatoes back & meet him at the car.

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"I didn't even realise that you'd asked me for tomatoes but while I was there I remembered you don't even like tomatoes!" You whine as you buckle in your seatbelt, turning to look at the man beside you, now laughing as he turns the key.

"I just wanted to see if you'd remember! You failed the test." he chirps back & you swat him on the arm jokingly & he just laughs at you again before driving back to your shared home.

The rest of the day goes without a hitch, Chan insists on putting the items away & you don't complain, deciding to just tidy up your shared bedroom instead, reorganising the room & making the bed before deciding to just do some laundry since you have the habit of letting it pile up.

You are sorting out your jewellery box, using your shirt to make each piece shinier before replacing each part, fully rearranging the box in front of you when your bedroom door opens & Chan enters the room, hands behind his back.

"Ah, what ya doin babe?" he questions, looking a bit antsy. "Just tidying, why? Wha'cha hiding?" you reply, your head nodding towards him, referring to whatever he is holding behind his frame.

"well eh, I couldn't decide if I was gonna hide it for a while longer or if I wanted to lay it on the bed with rose petals or something, make it all romantic but you caught me, can I do that or are you gonna be stubborn n make me show you now?" he hums to you & you frown your eyebrows at him, chuckling as you try move your head to see what is in his hands, but he is quicker & keeps moving his frame.

"You know me too well, I really am that stubborn, show meeee." you reply as you do as he asks of you anyway & you stand in front of him before closing your eyes & cupping your hands in front of the both of you.

He takes in a deep breath & you just know his hands are shaking behind is back. "Just know y/nnie, no pressure! I don't want you to feel like I'm putting you on the spot." he says in a soft voice as he places something in your hands.

You open your eyes after nodding at his words & look down & what is it you see? A few of the tiny baby onzies you were dreaming over just a few hours ago & an adorable tiny tiny baby hat laying on top of them.

You look up at Chan, nerves smeared all over his features, his adams apple moving through his throat as he swallows, not taking his eyes off you as his hands cup themselves over the outside of yours, his thumbs caressing your hands.

"Is this what I think this means, Channie?" you ask, your mind going at a million miles an hour & the butterflies in your stomach being that crazy you're convinced they're about to fly out of your mouth.

"Uh.. yeah, I've had my mind up for a while, just got a bit scared to directly say it I guess?" he replies, his cheeks a shade of rose pink as you can feel his hands slightly shaking & getting warmer against your as he keeps his on yours.

"Channie, you're so silly, there was nothing to be scared of when I've been begging you to knock me up!" you joke as you softly throw the small fabric on the chest of drawers beside you both before practically throwing yourself at him, connecting your lips together, he freezes for a second before melting into your touch & kissing you back passionately.

He ushers you towards the bed & you lay down once the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed & chan follows right behind you, putting his hand & forearm on the bed beside your head to hold up his weight as his tongue begins to break past your lips, tasting you deeper, which you have no problem reciprocating.

You worm your hands beneath one of his usual black shirts & you feel over his chiselled abs, making him squirm. "You really are desperate, aren'cha?" he teases as he takes the three seconds to take his top off before getting back into the same position he was in before, taking the time to admire your slightly reddened & spit glossed lips.

"Well why waste time when I've been begging for so long?" you chirp back as you wriggle yourself up the bed, making chan follow not long behind you.

Your husband just smirks at you before kissing the tip of your nose. "I love you, soooo much, you mean the world n more to me." he murmurs in a sweet tone to you before he begins to kiss your jawline before making his way down to your neck, nibbling on different spots of your neck before lightly suckling on the exact same parts of skin, leaving four dark red marks on the right side of your neck.

Chan bunches your shirt up at the top of your chest, not bothering to take it off as he wriggles himself downwards just an inch & begins to fondle your tits over your bra as he kisses the parts not covered by the fabric & you sit up just enough to unclasp it for him & he lets out a hum of approval before taking a look up at you, the both of your eyes completely full of lust, pupils blown out & your stomach does a flip.

He cups your right tit in his hand as he starts to tongue your left nipple, your nipples perking up even more than what the cold air caused. He takes it in his mouth & suckles on it, making your back arch off the bed & you let out a small hum as you let your fingers find their way into his hair, playing with it.

"Your tits are so perfect, can't even imagine these filled with milk, try save me some, alright?" he says, more to himself but he still takes the time to look up at you, his fingers not stalling on your right nipple before reattaching his pretty, pink, puffy lips to your nipple, sucking on it as if it's the last time he will ever do so.

"Channie with a lactation kink? who woulda guessed." you chuckle at him as he switches tit, repeating the action & you close your eyes, simply taking in the feeling.

He then stops his motions & gives yet another hickey to your left tit before kissing all the way down your stomach before pushing your shorts & underwear off your smooth legs without much struggle.

"How do you blame me, have you seen you?" he remarks back at your words, not even looking up at you this time as he now settles down at your legs before pushing them open, now looking at your pretty, now glistening cunt & he sighs, a dreamy look painting his features & your heart melts.

He wants to tease you but his own patience is wearing thin so after a few kisses to your thighs, working his way inwards, not missing the way you squirm & twitch beneath him as your thighs rest on his broad shoulders & he licks a long, slow stripe up your cunt which makes you shudder.

He uses the tip of his tongue to slightly tease you but mostly to get a deeper taste by licking the outside part of your folds before using his tongue to part them further before he works his way up to your clit & begins kitten licking it.

"Chan, like that, fingers please." you request, sucking a breath through your teeth, trying your best to stay still for him. "say please n I will" he teases to you before moving away from your clit, much at your disapproval & begins teasing your now leaking hole.

"Pretty pleaseee, Channie, please." You beg as you try push your hips towards him, giving him that little bit extra of your cunt on his lips & he obviously can't help but let out a muffled groan as he starts to grind his hips against the bedsheets, trying to ease even a tiny bit of the pressure in his cock as he listens to your pleas & enters his middle & index finger into your pussy, a small squelch being heard.

He picks up the pace on your clit as he begins to suck & nibble on it, not caring about how much spit is escaping his lips as his fingers match the same speed, doing a 'come here' motion & you begin grinding against his face, your hands reaching down to twist your nipples in your fingers as you begin to fall apart.

"Gonna cum channie, don't stop." you basically demand as your eyes scrunch closed & your legs close in on his head, but he doesn't budge & continues at the same speed, smirking into you & humming & moaning into you & your orgasm bubbles over not even five seconds later, moaning his name non stop.

He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue & fingers as he slowly slows down his movements until you begin to whine & he knows your body well enough to know it's the overstimulation setting in.

He pulls out his fingers & puts them up to his mouth & sucks the orgasm you just had off his fingers & groans to himself before licking his lips & then making his way back up to you & kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue & you whimper on his lips.

"Taste as good as always, do you still wanna do this Channie? You can still pull out if you have any doubts." you reassure him, cupping his cheek with your hand & moving your thumb back & forth, giving him a warm smile. "I'd never back out babe, especially now that it's out in the open, lemme put this baby in you, mkay?" he chirps, nuzzling into your touch before allowing you to sit up so you can take your top off & he strips too, his cock slapping against his lower stomach as he helps manoeuvre you towards the edge of the bed & stands between your legs, jerking himself a few times, his tip already shiny with the amount of precum that has been leaking for the past twenty minutes or so.

He gives you a warm smile & he reaches down to hold your hand, your wedding rings beside one another as he begins to slowly push in, knowing he can't go too quick as he is aware how big he is, he knows he needs to allow a lot of time to stretch so he doesn't make it hurt any more than needed since no matter how much prep he gives you, it still makes you hold your breath for a second.

He buries himself to the hilt & he pauses, letting you get adjust as he kisses your ring finger, making you both blush as you look at each other, nothing but love & adoration in both of your eyes.

"You can move, 'm ready." you softly speak & chan hums as he moves his hips before softly moving them forward again, both of you letting out a moan in unison. "you're so tight, y/n, I'm fully convinced you're made for me." He says in a hoarse voice, biting his bottom lip, making you clench around him.

He begins a medium pace, hitting your G-spot each time & you can barely catch your breath as you both make eye contact, not one of you daring to break it as you can both slightly hear the wet, squelching noises of your cunt wrapping around his cock over your shared moans.

"Chan-nie, you're in my s-stomach, fuck." you yelp as he changes his position slightly, hammering into your spongey spot & kissing your cervix in a painful yet addicting way.

"Hmm yea? I can tell, look at it sweetie." he groans back, slightly breathless as he stands up, pace not slowing as he takes the hand which he is still holding & placing it on your lower stomach & you can't help but get giddy as you can feel his cock in your pelvis, making you clench around your husband more than you already were, making his pace falter.

"Taking me so well, babe, see? too bad we won't get to see it in your pretty belly once my cum sticks, can't say I-I'd complain though." he basically whimpers as he leans back over you, taking your lips in his own as he continues to destroy your poor hole & you yelp into his mouth with how deep he is.

"C-I'm gonna cum, gim-gimme it." you shriek as your hands reach onto behind his back & you dig your nails into his back, refusing to let go & chan just groans into you as he kisses you again, muffling both of your moans but only slightly.

You begin clenching around his cock & he stands back upright to be able to take in the whole sight. He reaches down to rub your swollen button with his thumb & you don't even have the right mind to even be able to warn him before your second orgasm hits you like a brick wall & your legs begin shaking as your back arches & you let out a shriek as you cum, this time all over his cock, your orgasm so strong it almost pushes him out of your hole.

He doesn't falter his pace this time & continues at the same speed & rhythm, throwing his head back but not for long as he feels his own orgasm starting to bubble up.

He looks down at your pretty, reddened face, a small shimmer on your skin, your tits bouncing along with his thrusts as you pinch your nipples again, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Cha-channie, s-so big I-I swear to f-fuck, please c-cum in me, gim-gimme your baby." you whine up at him, trying your best to ignore the overstimulation he is giving you for the sake of his own release & mostly focusing on just trying to push the simple sentence out.

"Wou-wouldn't dream oth-otherwise, beautiful, your pretty belly gon-gonna be so full for me, I know it's gonna s-stick, you're t-too good for me, my angel." he says, breathless & he takes your left hand in his again & he sucks on two of your fingers as he lets his orgasm take over, having to use all his strength to keep himself standing as he lets his cum coat your walls, you taking in the feeling of it too.

Chan lets his own orgasm come & then pass before he slowly pulls out, not failing to notice how his dick is so shiny you'd think he put lube on it & he uses the rest of his strength to help you lay at the top of the bed & he rests his back against the pillows, letting you lay between his legs, your back against his chest.

He grabs the bottle of water from his side of the beds bedside table as he always insists on having water there & feeding you it as he kisses the top of your head.

"Did so well for me hunny, you not sore or anything? I love you sooo much. want me to run you a bath n make food?" he questions softly as he reaches down with the hand not holding the bottle to rub over your stomach.

"I'm fine, more than fine actually, just daydreaming about out future bundle of joy! Just wanna lay here for now but yes, we can bath n eat soon, just lemme melt into you a bit more first." you half joke as you turn your head way from the bottle, indirectly telling him you're finished drinking & he just half laughs as he puts it back where he originally found it & cuddles you.

"Just gotta think of baby names don't we? It can't come soon enough, you can choose food since you'll complain if I order something for us if you give me the freedom to choose." he jokes & you just 'tut' at his words, smiling as you rest your head on his arms.

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pov: eddie really doesn't know when to keep his hands off you... even in public... even at lover's lake ♡

18+ duh, perv!eddie x afab!reader, fingering f!receiving, exhibitionism a lil bit, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), nipple sucking, explicit language, implied smut at the end, 1.3K words, color coded speaker tags, shoutout to @dungeons-are-too-cold for recommending this concept and for beta reading!

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you loved eddie, but man could he be an asshole...

the two of you had spent the day at lover's lake, and the day had so far been peaceful. you'd started out with a picnic on the dock, where he'd brought some of wayne munson's famous sweet tea and had made your favorite sandwiches, cut into cute little heart shapes, cheesy bastard that he was. you shared the chocolate-covered strawberries you'd brought while lying out in the sun, just enjoying the lake all to yourselves.

it wasn't until you peeled off your—or rather, his—oversized tee shirt and revealed the bathing suit you were sporting that you were reminded of just how much of an ass he could be.

you'd worn a little green number, a polka dotted ensemble that left little to the imagination. you tied the bottoms in cute little bows at your hips, and the second you pulled off your tee shirt, eddie was practically foaming at the mouth.

before he could get his hands on you, you jumped into the water, swimming away in a fit of giggles. he followed suit, tossing off his own shirt and jumping into the lake, diving after you with the ease of an olympic swimmer.

it wasn't long before eddie caught up to you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you up to the surface with him. he was all laughs as he pulled you in for a kiss, his fingers meeting your stomach with soft tickles.

"eddie, no!" you said through giggles, your limbs flailing and throwing water everywhere. droplets hit eddie in the eyes, but he was unrelenting, spreading tickles all over your bare skin.

his fingers drifted over a particularly sensitive part of your body, causing you to jerk in response, your leg brushing in between his own. that was when you registered that this little tickle fight was driven by something else.

you rolled your eyes, turning away from your chronically horny boyfriend, but he was quick to respond, wrapping his arms around your middle and holding you close. his hardening cock rested against your ass, and you couldn't say it wasn't turning you on.

still, you managed to ask, "are you always horny?" to which he responded with a soft kiss to the dip of your neck, trailing his lips along the string of your bikini top.

"maybe," he answered, and you could hear the smirk he was sporting. "but how am i to blame for it? i can't help you're the sexiest girl alive."

you hated that his words made you blush, you hated that with one sentence he could have you turned on, but mostly, you hated that he knew exactly how to distract you. because somewhere, between the hickies he was leaving on your neck and the rutting of his hips against you, you failed to notice his hands slipping down to the fastenings of your bottoms.

"eddie?" you called in a panic as the cold water hit your now uncovered core, a rush of both anxiety and arousal flowing through your body.

"yes, baby?" he answered, fake innocence coating his tone. his lips trailed down your neck to your shoulder while his hands trailed from your hips toward your center.

"eddie, where are my bottoms?!" you all but screamed, racing to swim away but his hold on you was just tight enough to keep you against him.

"i have no clue what you're talking about," he said, a chuckle threatening to fall after the words.

you tried to squirm away, but eddie had other plans, one of his hands coming up to meet your cunt, his thumb swiping over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"ed-" his name got caught in your breath as he teased your folds with a finger, his thumb showing no mercy to your clit.

his tone was clearly taunting as he said, "if your bottoms fell off, why don't you go try to find them?"

your head turned to face him, mouth falling into an open 'o' as his finger finally slipped inside you. "you're such a- fuck- asshole."

eddie tutted against the shell of your ear, his finger crooking deeper inside you. "now, that's no way to treat me when i'm making you feel so," one pump of his finger, "damn," a second flex, "good," a third.

you fell nearly limp against him, moans falling from your lips as he continued working the digit inside you. eddie quickly accompanied the digit with a second, soon brushing them against that sweet spot that would have you falling apart in no time.

he kissed the crook of your neck, licking softly over one of the bruises he'd left earlier. "do you wanna cum, sweetheart?"

you nodded, whined, writhed against his fingers, anything to show him just how much you wanted to. "please," you whimpered, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

"go ahead, sweet girl," he whispered, taking your skin between his teeth while slipping a third finger inside you, "go ahead and cum for me, yeah?"

at his instruction, you were falling apart, his fingers drawing an absolutely euphoric orgasm out of you. eddie knew each and every way to make you come undone, and while you wanted to be mad about the swimsuit situation, you definitely couldn't be mad at the way his fingers felt inside you right now.

his name fell off your tongue like your lifeline. eddie rutted against your ass, trying to find some form of relief from his ever-growing erection, leaving moans in your ear that were only coaxing on your climax. "shit, baby," he said with a particularly hard rut, "y' should wear that swimsuit more often. feel how hard you've got me?"

his comment brought you back to reality, immediately finding the force to swim away and search for the missing bottoms. luckily, they hadn't floated too far away, but in a momentary lapse of judgment, you were hit with an idea while you were under the water. your hands flew to eddie's swim trunks, pulling them down and immediately swimming back to shore.

"you're dead when i catch you!" he shouted through laughter, wading through the water and attempting to hold up his shorts at the same time.

"you started it!" you shouted back. you ran over to the van, holding the small piece of fabric in front of you as best you could, just in case anyone were to spot you. you made a quick attempt at tying them back on, but not before eddie made his way over to you.

in a swift movement, he had both of your wrists pinned above your head, your bikini bottoms falling to the pavement below. he clicked his tongue, a disapproving look on his face. "very naughty of you to run away from me like that, sweetheart," he reprimanded, holding you against the frame of the van.

your stomach twisted with want as you noticed the dark look in his eyes, excitement and arousal dripping through your veins. still, you found yourself arguing, "oh, i'm the one that's naughty? that's something coming from you, perv."

his lips met the dip of your breasts, eliciting a moan from you. "i don't seem to recall you arguing too much about the way i made you feel back there," he mentioned between kisses, his hand coming up to palm at you through the green material. "in fact, the way your pussy was sucking me in, i'd say she was upset i didn't give her more."

he pulled one of your breasts out of the bikini top, his lips trailing from the valley of your chest to your hardened nipple. a moan escaped your lips as he suckled the bud, his palm moving to cup your neglected boob.

your head fell back against the van, your thighs clenching together with every movement of his tongue. "please, eddie," you all but begged, "give me more."

with one swift movement, he had your legs wrapped around his waist, fiddling quickly with the door of his van, desperate to lay you down and fuck you right. "ask and ye shall receive, sweetheart."

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You Sunshine, You Temptress

word count: 6.1k!!!

warnings: smut, like this is so dirty. Handjobs, blowjobs, oral (both male and female receiving) mentions of Jimmy’s sex work, fingering, sex, porn with some plot

description: you’d recognize that brown haired man anywhere. Years after you and Jimmy Darling lost touch, you find him in the most unexpected place and he makes it all up to you

People grow up and grow apart. It’s just a standard part of life. Everyone goes through it, but nothing compares to the ache and loss of losing your very first love. The first person you showed your heart to. The first person who made you feel alive. Sure you get over it eventually, but nothing and no one compares to that first glance, first touch of a first love. Nothing has and ever will come close. 

It’s an inevitable heartbreak. A cycle that haunts you the rest of your life. People move on, people change. Maybe over time it gets easier. Maybe it doesn’t. It is always a unique and personal experience that cannot be truly described or understood by another. 

But missing Jimmy was like nothing you’d ever known. You had given him a piece of your heart, and you hadn’t yet gotten it back. 

You two fell in love in the summer of 1947 at the age of 19. Sweet sweet summer love. Everything to be dreamed of. You two had all of it. Sneaking out late at night to meet up under the stars, sharing ice cream and going on dates to the diner in town. It was like something out of a romance novel. Jimmy was the kindest soul you’d laid eyes on and he absolutely adored you. Told his ma’ that one day he was gonna marry you, even. 

You remember his gentle caress, the feeling of his soft lips on your own, his body pressed against yours. You found yourself dreaming of him years after he left. Dreaming of your first night together, reliving it over and over until you couldn’t help but have memorized every little detail…

Jimmy had been patient with you. Never pushed you to be intimate. You hadn’t been ready and he respected that. He’d wait forever for you. But when you finally had told him you were ready, Jimmy Darling could barely contain himself.

You two had planned it out perfectly. Your parents were away and you had the house completely to yourselves. Jimmy calmed your nerves and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his conjoined fingers sliding down your body.

As memories flooded back, you found your hand coming to the button on your shorts, popping them open before slipping a hand under the lace of the underwear you wore. Even the memory of him was enough to get you dripping.

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“You’re sure you want this, doll?” Jimmy asked, both of you still fully clothed as you lay back on your bed, Jimmy’s strong arms wrapped around you, hand playing with the frill of the dress you wore. Black and white polka dots. His favorite dress of yours. You had worn it just for this night, just for him. 

You could feel his cock, hard and heavy behind you as he spooned you, trying his best to remain a gentleman despite how badly he wanted you. You were finally ready, and you told him just that. So with a look of excitement and lust on his face, he pulled you into what had to be your hundredth kiss of the night, but this time something felt different. The kiss was hotter, heavier, and it made your heart flutter… along with something between your thighs.

You ached for Jimmy, ached to have his long fingers inside of you, thrusting just right, maybe even curling up just a bit to hit your sweet spot. 

A blush had risen to your cheeks at your own dirty thoughts that you had let wander freely in your head. You were brought back to reality as soon as Jimmy’s warm lips left yours to travel down to your neck, his hot breath fanning across your delicate skin.

At first, gentle kisses were placed to your neck, before inevitably getting a bit harsher as he nipped and sucked at your sensitive skin, drawing delicious moans from your lips that had him throbbing in the confines of his pants. The thought of getting to have you so intimately making his head spiral.

His hands explored your body freely, squeezing across your breasts before down to your thighs, taking purchase and gripping tightly, but not hard enough to cause pain. “Such a pretty girl, gonna make you feel real good. I’m the luckiest guy around.” He whispered as his hot breath dared to go even lower, hands raking up your dress, bare legs revealed as his long, thick fingers slid lower, lower, lower, until they were under your dress, exploring the soft, plump skin of your thighs. What a body, He thought. 

You had never judged him for his hands. Never saw him any differently because of them, but in that moment all you could think of was how badly you wanted those hands inside. His conjoined fingers thick, tight but oh so good inside you. You knew you wouldn’t have to wait much longer when he curled his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling it into his palm before he expertly dragged it down your legs before they came off your body entirely. They were a deep red color and Jimmy bit his lip as he saw the arousal nearly dripping off of them.

“You want me this bad baby? All you had to do was ask darlin’ don’t want my poor baby all needy.”

His voice had dropped at least an octave and your mind wondered how that had even happened, but you really didn’t have the time to even begin to try and understand because not only had Jimmy’s hands gone back under your skirt, but his head as well. You felt his soft brown curls brush up against your thighs as you subconsciously tried to close them, a bit nervous.

“Don’t hide from me, want to see that pretty little pussy glisten. All for me.” He whispered, and you could quite literally feel his breath against your core. Shyly, and with a bit of resistance, you let your legs open, and dear god Jimmy darling wasted absolutely no time.

He was on you in seconds, tongue collecting all of your arousal as if he was on a race against the clock before he slowed a bit. He needed to be patient, and he wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to make you scream his name. 

His hands held your thighs apart as he licked a thick stripe up your core, tongue flattening against your clit as he moaned at your taste. His cock twitched heavily in his pants, the deeper his tongue explored, the more impatient his little friend seemed to become. 

He was an expert at this and you wanted to know how many times he’d done it before. Surely quite a bit to be this much of a pro at it. 

Your hips were arching up into his mouth, his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit as he tongue fucked you, one of his hands coming down to palm his raging erection, trying to ease it a bit. 

In no time at all you felt your release building up inside you, much faster and heavier than usual. His tongue felt so good and just as you were about to open your mouth to tell him so, he did something that just made it feel so much better. He took a set of fingers and carefully slipped them inside of you, your natural slick helping lube them up and slip right in. He thrust them gently in and out as he continued to lick and suck. 

Your moans were surely filling the whole house and you couldn’t be more thankful for the fact that your family was out of town. 

Before you knew it, your first orgasm of the night ripped through you like a hurricane, a tidal wave of pleasure quite literally flooding your senses, leaving you a blabbering, shaking mess as you tried to recover.

Jimmy eased you through your release before removing his fingers and mouth from your sensitive core. His head finally popped back out from underneath your dress and you saw his chin soaked in your cum. He looked at you with the most shit eating grin, obviously proud of himself for how well he had made you feel.

And of course, you had to return the favor, right? Once you caught your breath your hand carefully reached out to the very obvious bulge in his pants, just resting it there for a moment. Jimmy swallowed hard, bottom lip bitten tightly between his teeth as he watched you. Soon enough, you had both hands on him, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans before looking at him for help. He quickly shrugged them off, leaving him in just his underwear which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Come on doll, touch me. I won’t bite.” He chuckled, though his breathing seemed just the slightest bit labored. He really was so desperate for your touch.

Your hand reached out once more and this time squeezed him gently through his underwear, a wet patch beginning to form where no doubt the tip of his cock resided.

You couldn’t wait anymore and carefully slipped his underwear down just enough for his cock to be free, red and dripping. His breath was shaky as you took him in your hand and you both knew he wouldn’t last long. You wanted to taste him but he had shook his head. “Another time.” He had said “I want you now, babydoll I won’t last long.” He sounded a bit desperate as he reached for the condom that had been set on your bedside drawer, ripping it open before handing it to you. The moment between you two had gone from heated to very loving. Memorable. 

Your hands carefully placed the condom onto the tip of his cock before sliding it down, bringing a shaky breath from his lips. Usually he had quite good stamina, but not today. Not with you.

The rest of your clothes were shed and you laid back on the bed with Jimmy crawling over you. He was the one to look a bit nervous now, but you weren’t sure why.

“Jimmy, are you alright?” You asked with a gentle, concerned voice.

His eyes snapped up to look at you as he nodded shyly “just worried I won’t last long enough for ya is all…” he mumbled.

You took one of his hands in your own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, shaking your head

“You’ve already made me feel so good Jimmy. Better than I’ve ever felt before. I want to be able to make you feel good too, you don’t have to last for me. In fact, don’t. I just want you to feel good.” You said, gently brushing the hair from his forehead.

With newfound comfort in your words, he carefully guided his cock to your folds before looking back up at you. You knew it would hurt. At least a little.. That’s what all the other girls had said, so you were prepared. And besides, pleasing Jimmy was your biggest goal right now. You wanted this to be special for the both of you.

He carefully thrust into you in one go, figuring it’d be better that way. Rip the bandaid off. The pain, surprisingly, wasn't… really all that painful. Yeah it wasn’t exactly great, but it was more of a dull ache if anything. His fingers having stretched you out just a few moments before. 

His breath was shaky as he swallowed hard, hands coming to hold your thighs as he let himself still inside of you for several moments. For both of your sakes. Slowly but surely he pulled out to the tip before plunging back into you. He felt weak in the knees. He had barely done anything and was about ready to explode. If he was with anyone else he’d be embarrassed. But you had told him it was okay.

“I’m- I’m sorry-“ he managed to choke out, his thrusts already beginning to lose their rhythm, eyes shining with what seemed to be desperation as he looked at you.

“Jimmy, please.” You whispered, cupping his cheek “I want it. Let go for me.” 

Jimmy came that night with his head on your chest, a cry leaving his lips as with a few more thrusts, he released heavily into the condom, breathing labored.

“I’ll be better next time… promise..” he had mumbled, drunk off the pleasure.

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And he was. Each time with Jimmy seemed to be better than the next. You two grew so close to each other, before his mother eventually had to move. The ‘freakshow’ was moving towns, the summer season coming to an end. It was your first heartbreak. You two promised to keep in touch, but knew it was all but useless. You two tried, you really did, but over time you fell apart. It was the worst pain you’d ever endured, and it didn’t just end when his love letters inevitably did. It continued for months after. Years. You looked for him in every man you met, but none of them could fill that same emptiness Jimmy Darling had left in your poor little heart. 

Eventually, little by little your broken heart began to mend itself. You couldn’t spend your whole life mourning over what could have been. You needed to live in the moment. So that’s exactly what you did. You got a good paying job, despite how difficult it was for a woman those days, and you supported yourself. You went on plenty of dates but none of the men lasted longer than a one night stand. You didn’t feel that spark that you once did. 

Maybe you weren’t meant for love. Maybe you were destined to live alone. You were alone but you weren’t lonely. There was a difference. 

After you had saved up enough money, you moved to a quaint little town. Jupiter, Florida. You had rented a small house on the edge of town as you tried your best to fit in with the housewives and the mothers. You were an obvious sore thumb, but they treated you kindly enough. The first week after you moved in, you were invited to a Tupperware party. To be quite honest, it didn’t sound appealing to you, but you needed to become familiar with the people in your neighborhood and this was as good a way as any.

So, you got all dressed up, lips covered in a deep red as you made yourself as presentable as possible. It seemed like the custom around here. 

Once you arrived, a blonde haired woman answered the door, ushering you inside quickly. What was the rush? Why did she seem so eager to get started? You sat on a plush stool, legs crossed as you waited for the others to arrive. It was a small group, only about six women including yourself, but that was perfectly fine with you.

There were whispers about a special ‘surprise’ and you were left to guess as to what. You were new here, and they obviously wanted you to see for yourself. All of the women flipped through magazines mindlessly for a while before the blonde woman spoke up. 

“Now y/n, since you’re new we’re letting you go first! Down the hall to your right. I do hope you enjoy our treat.” You just blinked in confusion at the woman’s words. What? Go first? What exactly was going on here? And why did the other women seem so jealous that you got to go first?

“Our entertainment. A little treat to all of us women. Go ahead, see for yourself.” And with her urging you on, practically pushing you towards the hallway, you complied. Was this all one big plan to get you in a room and murder you or something just as awful? What was with all the secrets? You took a heavy breath as you eyed the door at the end of the hall, heels clicking as you slowly made your way to it. 

With a hand on the doorknob, you closed your eyes and took a breath through your nose before turning the knob and opening the door.

You were met with warm light and a large, comfortable looking bed. And on that bed lay a man. He was leaned propped up against the pillows, a grin set onto his face as he glanced at you.

“C’mon doll it’s okay. I don’t bite. Unless you ask of course.” He chuckled at his joke, but you just blinked in confusion. What in hell was going on here?

Jimmy, sensing your confusion, sat up a bit. He’d never had someone who seemed so clueless before, and of course he was a gentleman, so he wanted to ease you. 

He sat up, hands on his lap and you noticed in the dim light of the room, they looked oddly shaped. Unnatural. Nevermind that, that was the least of your concerns at this moment.

You eyed him cautiously. He was a man, and you were alone in a dimly lit room with him, so of course you had every right to be nervous. 

“They didn’t tell you? Geesh alright…” he chuckled softly before his expression softened “I’m here to please you ladies.” With his words he lifted his hands up and you finally got a good look at them. They were fused together in an odd way that made them look similar to a crab or lobster claw.

“I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m sure as hell not gonna do something you don’t want to. You can come sit, we can just talk if ya prefer.” He said, his voice so alluring, so comforting that you actually did end up coming and sitting down, the plush bed dipping from your added weight. 

“These parties are all just an excuse for me to come and please all you ladies. I was under the impression you knew, my apologies.” He said gently, fiddling with his fingers.

“No it’s fine-“ you started, studying him carefully. There was something so familiar about him. His Carmel locks and his dark eyes seemed to draw you in. “Just… had no idea is all.” You wondered how he had ended up here. 

After talking for a good while, you got up to leave when his clawed hand gently grabbed you by the arm 

“Wait- I- I mean if you’d let me, I can still make ya feel good. It is what I get paid for after all.” He said, seeming a bit nervous. You thought it over for a second, seriously considering it before you nodded. Sure. Why the hell not? You needed a release and it’s not like men were lining up to sleep with you. 

The man coaxed you into lying back on the bed, smiling as he pulled your dress up to your knees, glancing back up at you. His cheeks were a rosy red color and the grin set on his lips told you that this was something he definitely liked to do.

His hands traced your thighs before pulling down your underwear which by now was covered in your arousal. 

“What a pretty girl.” He cooed “just relax, gonna make you feel real good.” He spoke as he brushed his thumb over your clit, collecting some of your slick as he bit his bottom lip. 

You swallowed hard, tinges of pleasure spiking through you from the small touch. 

He leaned closer over you and that’s when it hit. The way his curl fell into his face, the way he looked at you. You knew this man.

You sat up quickly, much to Jimmy’s surprise, and stared him down. 

“What’s your name…” you said. Not a question. More of a statement.

“Jimmy. Jimmy darling.” He said, still looking as confused as ever. Why did his name matter?

Jimmy. The same Jimmy from all those summers ago? The same Jimmy who took your virginity all those nights ago? Who bought you flowers and took you on midnight walks under the stars? The same Jimmy who packed up and left and couldn’t even bother to send letters? To let you know he was okay?

Your head was spinning and Jimmy took this time to get a good look at you. It took him a little longer than you, but it finally hit as to just who exactly you were. And when he realized he jumped up, pulling you into a hug.

“Holy… shit.” He whispered, arms wrapped tightly around you “holy shit is it really you?” 

His actions startled you a bit before you hugged back, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as you nodded, trying your best to hold back tears “yeah… yeah it’s me.” 

Jimmy kissed your forehead, closing his eyes as he sighed softly “I knew you’d come back to me. I told my ma so. It was only a matter of time. And here you are.” He smiled, dimples popping as he looked you over. “Insane.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and sighed. In an instant you two were just like you used to be. It just felt right.

Jimmy went to open his mouth once more when that same blonde haired woman from earlier barged in, looking a bit impatient 

“If you are done, I suggest you get on to your next customer. We pay you for each girl, not by the hour Mr. Darling.” She clicked her tongue and stared at the two of you with a puzzled look before turning and leaving right back from where she came. 

A nervous look overcame Jimmy’s smooth features and you frowned, cupping his cheek “it’s okay.” You whispered. Your thumb rubbed across his cheek and he leaned into the touch with a shaky sigh before nodding.

“Meet me later? Edge of the fairgrounds? I’d love to talk more with you.” He said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, standing up and glancing at the door.

You sensed his urgency to continue his job and stood up, heading towards the door. You took one last glance back at the man sitting on the bed before heading back out to where all the ladies were now impatiently waiting. You gave a shy smile as you collected your purse and excused yourself from the house altogether, too much going on to even try to stay and talk with any of them. They didn’t seem all that friendly anyways.

Your mind never strayed from the brown haired man as you went back to your home, awaiting sunset to meet him at the edge of the fairgrounds. Just like he’d said. Your heart leapt a bit as you wondered why he wanted to talk more, or what he wanted to talk about. Did he just want to catch up after all these years? Did he want more? You certainly did. A fire seemed to have started inside of you. One that only Jimmy Darling could extinguish. 

You showered and dressed once more, this time in a black dress, the skirt portion covered in white polka dots. Oddly similar to Jimmy’s favorite dress you wore all those years ago. It was almost symbolic.

You made your way through the neighborhood and headed to the fairgrounds. It was quite a long walk and by the time you trudged down the dirt path towards the circus, your feet hurt and you were sweating a bit. The sun was just falling behind the tree line as you saw a familiar figure in the distance. With renewed energy, you ran to the man, smiling as you all but jumped into his arms. This all seemed like a dream. Too good to be true. As if you were in a real life romance novel with that happy ending. 

“Was worried you wouldn’t come.” Jimmy admitted as he glanced down at you, eyes soft and full of so much. Pain as well as just years lived. His looks hadn’t changed much, but his eyes told a different story. One that you wanted to know, if he’d let you.

“I just… this still…” you shook your head, at a complete loss for words. But Jimmy seemed to understand all the same, for he didn’t have the words to describe it either.

“I get it. I do. I just-“ he shut himself up and for the first time, after all these years of longing for it, he kissed you. The kiss was everything you ever wanted it to be, and your lips seemed as if they were molded just for each other. His strong hands gripped your waist as he pulled you to his chest, eyes fluttering closed as he intensified the kiss. Your heart was beating wildly and you were almost sure he could hear it for himself with your close proximity. 

He took your hand and led you to his caravan, opening the door and stepping inside without a word. He turned back to look at you, but you had already slammed the door shut and you were back on him, lips devouring his own in a desperate, hungry, longing kiss. 

So many thoughts flashed through your mind but the only one that stuck was the fact that this man was right in front of you. Just yours for the taking. He mewled quietly against your lips which took you a bit by surprise. He had always had such a way about him. A dominance, but right now in this moment it all seemed to wash away.

“My Jimmy.” You cooed, voice heavy with lust as you pulled away just a bit to glance at him. His cheeks were covered in a pink blush and his pupils were heavily dilated.

“Did you get off to them?” You asked, expression turning a bit sour. The thought of him with those women back at that party made your stomach turn. The way that they just… used him for his hands. 

He shook his head, a desperation in his eyes that no man should be able to get away with. 

You glanced down to see the outline of his erection in his pants and you clicked your tongue, a finger delicately reaching out to trace across it. Jimmy’s reaction was instantaneous. His breath hitched as a quiet groan left his throat. 

“Doll, please. I’m so hard for you. All for you it’s always been you please-“ he rambled, head foggy as all he focused on was you. He pulled you into another kiss, wrapping his arms around you as he rutted against you, his groin brushing your inner thighs. He whined softly at this and continued his actions, letting his clothed cock rub up against you. You felt yourself becoming slick from it. From how desperate he was. It made you want to explore just how submissive he could become for you.

You led him to his bed, hands coming to tug at his shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off. He did just that, nearly ripping it in the process of trying to get it up and over his head before he threw it somewhere onto the floor. 

You let your dress slip off your shoulders as it pooled around your waist, your bra and bare stomach now out in the open.

Jimmy’s fingers reached for your bra, eyes glazed over with lust as he chuckled softly “all mine. All mine.” 

You carefully let your hands come down to the button of his pants. “Can I?”

“Babydoll, you can do whatever you want to me.” Was all he managed to choke out before you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs with his help before he kicked them the rest of the way off. He was now dressed in only his underwear and you saw the way his cock moved under the thin fabric. 

You carefully squeezed the length in your palm, humming at the seeming unnatural warmth that came from it. Jimmy darling always seemed to run a temperature with the way his body heated itself, but for him, it just seemed to be normal. He let his head fall back as he sighed, hands resting at his sides as he let you do what you pleased.

You squeezed him once more before you let your fingers claw under the fabric, feeling the bare skin of his thighs as you pulled the elastic slowly slowly slowly down his legs. Teasing him. 

Once they were far enough down, his cock sprung free. You were never one to call a dick beautiful, but if you did, it’d be Jimmy’s. It was about average length but he made up for that in girth. He was thick, his fat mushroom shaped cockhead dripping with his sweet, salty pre-cum. You let your thumb slide across the tip, watching as it became coated in the sticky liquid. His cock twitched heavily, a thick vein on the side of it pulsing, desperate for more.

You looked back up to see Jimmy a disheveled mess and you’d barely even touched him yet. His hair was damp with sweat and his forehead beaded with the little droplets as he stared at you, pleading with you to do something. Anything.

Your palm wrapped firmly around him, squeezing ever so slightly, reveling in just how warm he was in your palm. How heavy and hard. Your hand slid across his length, watching the skin move with each slide up and down. Jimmy threw his head back, groaning as his hips arched up ever so slightly into the touch. His balls were full and heavy as you cupped them gently in your other hand, pulling even more noises from him. 

“Oh god sugar. Your hand feels so fucking good you’ve got no idea- shit-“ He groaned, eyes closed tightly as his chest rose and fell with each of his heavy breaths.

You continued your movements, getting used to the feeling of him once more. Your mouth watered at the sight of more pre-cum bubbling from the tip and you couldn’t help as your tongue leaned down to lick it up, tonguing ever so slightly at the slit with a hum. Jimmy’s hips bucked and he choked out a moan that bordered on a whine. Oh how sensitive he was.

Once you had a taste for Jimmy, you needed more. You didn’t want just a sample, you wanted a full portion. Your puffy lips gently wrapped around his cock head. You suckled at it, coaxing more of his fluids into your throat with a devilish smirk.

Jimmy’s hips twitched as he tried desperately to keep them down and under control. 

Soon enough you took more of him into your mouth. He opened his eyes and nearly busted right then and there as he saw his length disappearing into your mouth. His bottom lip trembled from the pleasure as he clenched his eyes shut, body shivering. 

He was close. You could tell. The way his cock twitched and the louder he became. You continued for

Just a moment before pulling off of him, causing a dissatisfied groan to fall from his lips as his eyes shot open in confusion.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked, swallowing hard as he sat up on his elbows. You didn’t answer, instead you slipped fully out of your dress, taking off your bra and underwear with it and revealing yourself fully to him. Normally you’d feel a bit shy, but not at this moment. Not with him. 

You crawled over him, letting your dripping pussy just over his aching cock. Driving him absolutely wild. 

“Please put it inside- please I want to feel you so bad babygirl.” His begging made you grin as you lowered your pussy over his dick, sliding across it with a hum. He was searing hot and it felt so good against your clit. You continued to grind against his cock, getting lost in your own pleasure for a second, listening to Jimmy’s whines and whimpers.

“This is torture…” Jimmy huffed out impatiently, bucking his hips and causing the tip of his cock to slip inside of you, causing you both to gasp.

“Please-“ Jimmy whined, eyes wide as his hips ever so slightly bucked up once more, slipping deeper inside your tight, warm walls.

“C'mon you’re gonna be the death of me, doll. Just sit on my cock please.” 

As much as you wanted to torture him a bit more, your core ached to be filled by his girth. So, carefully and ever so slowly you began to sit on his length. You winced at the pain that came along with it, but it was soon gone. You sat fully on him, laying your head on his chest as you breathed heavily, trying to adjust.

Jimmy wasn’t so patient. He bucked his hips up and you yelped, hands coming to hold down his shoulders as you shot him a glare.

“Be patient.” You snapped, which caused him to whine. He wanted to be good, he really did, but he was dying for you to move. Literally felt like he could quite literally pass away if you didn’t start doing something in the next five seconds.

“I’m sorry sugar- sorry I’m trying my best. You just feel so fuckin’ good I can’t handle it.”

You chuckled softly as you glanced down at him, shaking your head. He was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous but you loved it.

Slowly you began to rise off his cock before sinking back down, testing the waters. Your stomach flipped at the feeling. He was so thick. It still stung a bit, but the pleasure that came with it overcame any discomfort. 

Jimmy threw his head back and laughed, a full heavy chuckle “god- feels so fucking good babydoll. Just like that.”

You placed your palms on his chest for better leverage as you began to grind down on his cock, relishing in the whines it brought from his pretty pink parted lips.

Once you finally seemed to fully adjust to his size, your movements sped up, legs already aching from the effort as you bounced up and down his cock, slick with your arousal.

Jimmy groaned, mouth falling open as he panted, eyes squeezed shut tightly “oh fuck baby girl- please- please I want to cum- I’m so fucking close.”

“You can cum Jimmy.” Was all you said. You had a devilish plan and as he arched up into you, emptying his hot seed inside you, you didn’t stop. You continued your movements on top of him until his moans of ecstasy turned a bit frantic as he tried to pull you off of his spent cock.

“Babydoll- it’s too much! Y/n! Oh g-god please-“ he begged, writhing away from your touch as your plush walls overstimulated his cock. You ignored his pleas for a few more moments, relishing in the way he cried out, tears welling in his beautiful brown eyes. 

Eventually, you were kind enough to stop, pulling yourself off of his cock which was covered in a mix of your slick and his cum. Still, unsatisfied you looked back up at Jimmy, who panted, trying to catch his breath. You grimaced a bit as you felt his cum dripping from you and in a spur of dominance, demanded one last thing from him.

“Come clean your mess up, baby boy.” 

He peeked his eyes open at you and nodded obediently, crawling over you as he carefully pushed you back on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. He carefully placed his tongue at your entrance, quickly lapping at your folds as he whined softly, the combination of his own release and your taste making him blush. He felt so dirty.

You reached down and gently carded your fingers through his soft curls, gently rolling your hips up into the feeling of his tongue as he moaned softly.

“There we go baby boy, make me cum. You can do it, so close just a little more.” You encouraged, your words making him whine against your cunt.

He doubled down on his efforts, eager to see you come. With a few more flicks of his tongue expertly against your clit, you fell over the edge. No clue how close you were until it was too late to go back.

You cried out in pleasure as Jimmy eased you through your release, smiling proudly to himself before collapsing next to you on the bed, absolutely spent.

“Tired.” He mumbled, burying his face in your shoulder. You rubbed his back gently and held him close as he drifted in and out of sleep, perfectly content.

You weren’t sure where you were headed with Jimmy Darling, but you sure were excited to see how things turned out now that you two had found your way back to each other.  ———————————————————————

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the plan

AN - behold, my first fic! this is not my first go round in tumblr fanfic, but it is my first fic on this blog, so bare with me while I get my ducks in a row in terms of a masterlist and all of that jazz please. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy :)

word count - 2,500

rating - mature

content warnings - smut, no kinks involved (fluffy smut)

summary - pedro comes home after a few weeks of work and movie night takes a turn for the better (ao3 link if you prefer :) )

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He never would have asked, but it was habit. Or maybe pent up excitement was a better term for the prep work that always seemed to commence when you knew that Pedro would be home. 

It was subconscious now, so much that you barely even registered that it had happened until a few days before he was scheduled to fly home. It made you smile to realize that over the days prior you’d been picking up small things here and there - his favorite foods, a new movie that you’d both been meaning to watch, a new blanket for the couch to cuddle up under, a good bottle of wine. Small things that would make for a perfect homecoming.

It never fully sunk in until the day of the flight, when that text that read “boarded” came through that made your breath come a bit easier and your heart feel a bit lighter. On that particular day, you had an easy day of work ahead of you that helped to pass the time, and only a few hours to kill once you got home. You made the most of your time, settling in quickly as your phone buzzed on the counter.

landed mi amor. should be home in an hour or so

You hearted the message immediately, excitement and relief washing over you simultaneously. 

sounds good baby, you wanna get dinner out or eat something here?

You watched as he typed.

Home please, don’t wanna share you yet. 

You blushed at the thought. 

What sounds good?

Just throw a pizza in the oven, or put in an order at Damascus and I’ll pick it up on my way in, whatever sounds better to you 

Pizza then, it gets you home faster 

He hearted your last message and went silent for a bit. You knew the routine well enough to know that it meant he was getting off the plane and into a car. So you busied yourself around the house, making it as cozy as you could with little touches you knew would make him feel good - fresh sheets, his favorite candle lit in the living room. 

You got ancey 30 minutes later, deciding to change into something more comfortable. Any time emotions ran high, you went for your comfort clothes which were always Pedro’s. 

You found yourself in one of his sweatshirts, a pair of soft running shorts and some of his polka dot socks, dancing around the kitchen as you put the pizza in the oven and tidied to pass the time. 

When you heard the familiar jingle of keys you were putting plates on the counter and you felt the smile spread across your face immediately. You focused on slicing the pizza, wanting to give your man a moment to get in the door and settle before you ambushed him. 

He wasted no time. As soon as he cleared the threshold he was headed for you, suitcase rolled to the side and eyes searching until he spotted you. 

He was humming, a content sound that moved closer to your ear as he came up behind you, arms winding around your middle as he nuzzled into your neck, scruff just the right mixture of soft and rough and him against your skin. You melted into him, breathing him in as you turned around in his grasp. To your surprise, his grip tightened again, lifting you until you were sitting on the kitchen island.

You gasped as your bare thighs hit the cold granite, but Pedro caught it as he kissed you, cradling your face to tilt it down ever so slightly to meet him. He only let go to slide his hands down, down, down until he found your thighs, beginning to chafe his palms across the goosebumps that had spiked up suddenly in an attempt to warm you up.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he cooed between kisses, but you didn’t care. You’d freeze before you moved from where you were in that moment. Instead you hooked a leg behind him, coaxing him closer to you, pinning his hips against the counter and holding him there as you slotted your fingers through his hair. You loved when the parts he played made him grow it out a bit longer, where you could feel his curls begin to peak through. 

You kissed slow, purposefully, all the I missed you and I love you’s that you’d said coming to fruition with each pass of your lips. It didn’t matter how many times you’d done this, it still made your heart flutter each time he pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss right back to your lips, or brushed his lips to the tip of your nose. Each tiny gesture that made you feel loved, cherished, seen . 

By the time you’d gotten enough of your fill, the pizza had gone cold, and the sun had already disappeared behind the buildings, but you didn’t mind. You stayed close for a moment, breathing each other in and reminding yourselves that you had days of this ahead of you - it was the only way you could convince yourself to stop.

“How was your flight baby?” 

“Long, but comfortable. I sat next to a nice old woman from Mexico who I played uno with for an hour,” he said, leaving one hand on your thigh as he slid over and started serving the pizza onto plates. You both didn’t mind a cold slice anyways. Tucking your legs up onto the counter into criss cross, Pedro handed you your plate and settled next to you, leaning against it. “How was work?”

“Fine, it was a pretty easy day. Nothing crazy happened so that’s always good in my book. But it went surprisingly fast considering how ready I was for it to be done.” 

“Ready for it to be done huh? Now why would that be?” He smirked at you.

“Oh no reason, can’t think of anything,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over to brush a crumb off his beard. 

“You got big plans for the evening or something amor?” Pedro teased, inching closer to you.

“Hmmm, I was thinking scary movie, comfy blanket, couch cuddle?” 

“Uh, yes, yes and yes. But, one condition.” He grinned at you, fingers trailing to the hem of your shorts. You quirked an eyebrow. “Less clothes,” he hummed. 

“Deal,” you smiled, stealing a kiss before you climbed down. 

“I’ll set everything up, you warm up the blanket,” he instructed, kissing your forehead. You did as you were told, stripping your shirt and shorts off and scurrying to the corner of the couch, settling in under the blanket and watching Pedro. He moved with a grace that always captivated you, even in the most mundane of tasks - it was nice to have constant eye candy around. It only got better once he got the movie started, lights off and pulled his shirt casually over his head, turning towards you.

He went to lift the blanket, but you swatted his hand.

“No pants zone under here,” you grinned, popping a foot out from the blanket as a guard as he undid his belt and dropped his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. 

He shivered dramatically, making you giggle as you lifted the blanket up for him to scurry under, slotting himself beside you carefully before he reached over to pull you against him entirely as the opening credits began to play. 

You nuzzled up to his neck, basking in the feeling of his skin against yours as you found his hand, tracing his bullseye tattoo absentmindedly. He pressed kisses to your hair when you settled, and you felt the rattle of his laughter, heard it hum in his chest when you jumped at the first scary scene a few minutes later.

“It’s alright mi amor,” he teased, though you could tell his heart was beating a bit faster. “I’ve got you.” 

“I know,” you hummed, letting out a sigh. Pedro held a great respect for movies - sometimes, it was more entertaining to watch him rather than the screen. He always got so engrossed in them, loved explaining and breaking them down while still letting you just enjoy them.

So it surprised you when you felt him readjust and slide down the couch a bit further. Even more surprising when he reached over and ran a finger along your jaw, turning your face to him so he could catch your lips with his. 

Not that you were complaining. You ran your nails gently along his beard, tongues melding as he deepened the kiss, hips shifting as he got somehow closer to you, making you grin.

“Don’t like the movie, hmmm?” You teased against his lips, barely getting the words out before he was on you again, dropping more of his weight into you and pressing you in the cushions.

“Movie schmovie ,” he countered in a grumble, hands moving through your hair. 

You took control then, a familiar dance that Pedro was more than happy to help you choreograph as you rearranged to straddle him. You perched there for a moment, hands on his chest, just taking in the sight of him - beautiful as ever, his curls contrasted against the light fabric behind him, the slight gray in his beard. 

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. I’m just looking at you.” 

His blush was undeniable, and you laughed when he covered his face with both hands. You gently pulled them away, kissing each finger before Pedro pulled you down to kiss him again while keeping your hands trapped with just one of his. 

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled a hair tie off your wrist and reached behind your head with gentle fingers, gathering your hair up and into a messy bun to keep it out of your face. 

“There’s my girl,” he all but groaned, hands moving down to your hips, pressing you into him. It was as if someone had lit a fire - suddenly, neither of you could get close enough to one another. 

A familiar rhythm began, a split between him pushing up against you and flattening down in a desperate plea to become one with him after what felt like so many nights aching to feel him through the screen. 

“I missed you,” you breathed, pulling on his hair hard enough to make him gasp, arching his back just enough to tilt his head back into your hands. He wasn’t at your mercy though - in a swift move he sat up, bringing you with him and finding the back of your bra, guiding it off your shoulders and discarding it over the back of the couch. 

You didn’t care enough to register the cold air, or the goosebumps brought on by the feather light scratch of Pedro’s fingernails down your spine with his left hand, because his right hand was on a mission you were much more preoccupied with. 

His fingertips skimmed the top of your panties, making you whine.

“Pedro,” you whimpered, and you saw your favorite smug smile spread across his face as he gazed up at you.

“Words, mi amor.”

“Please,” was all you could think to say, your hips moving up towards him. “Don’t tease me, it’s been too long, please .” 

He wasn’t good at denying you anyways, but when you begged he never stood a chance.

“Tell me what you need baby, and it’s yours.”

You were done talking. You showed him instead, lifting up just enough to reach between you and push his boxers down, freeing him. He got the message, reaching down to push the fabric the rest of the way off his legs. 

Your panties were next - he didn’t bother trying to get them off. He simply ripped them down the side as if they were made of paper. You watched the muscles in his biceps ripple and you groaned, impatient.

Pedro’s hands skidded up your thighs, and you knew what he was after. A master of foreplay, you quivered at the memory, but you didn’t have the patience, not when you could practically feel the heat rolling off him right below you. 

You shook your head, dipping down to distract him with a kiss and reaching between you again, lining up and sinking down with a sigh. The stretch was sweet, a satisfying sting that was worth the reaction you got to swallow from your boyfriend - his eyes rolled back, fingers digging into your thighs as he groaned, giving you the chance to nip at his neck. 

“Fuck me,” he breathed, guiding you along him, arms moving to wrap around your torso as you rocked together. “God I missed this.”

Bracing with one hand he sat the two of you up, changing the angle in a way that made you bite into his shoulder to keep from screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

Pedro sucked in a breath through his teeth, gaining leverage and thrusting up into you. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, your forehead falling to his shoulder as you got lost in the rhythm that he kept you in, giving him control of your body - he knew it better than you by now anyways. It didn’t take long, between his hand between you with just the right about of pressure, his strong arm holding you steady.

“There you go baby, cmon give it to me,” he coached, rocking you strong and you tried to stay with him. 

“Yes, yes yes yes fuck,” you cried. Pedro caught you as you arched back, holding you steady with both his hands as you came undone, legs shaking as he chased his own high, right behind you as he came with a final thrust. 

The afterglow was blissful, despite the gentle aftershocks that still made your legs tremble. Pedro rubbed circles in the muscles of your thighs, peppering kisses to your shoulders as he tried to even out his breathing. 

As gently as he could, he lifted you off of him just enough to settle you back onto his lap. Your lungs stopped burning after a moment and you leaned back just enough to meet Pedro’s eyes, immediately bursting into giggles at the look he gave you.

“Well that was… something.” 

“Something huh? That was an ambush! I had a whole plan, I haven’t gotten to make love to you in weeks and we just fucked like teenagers on the couch!” Pedro laughed his way through his words, kissing your cheek as you blushed crimson. 

“I love you, sue me,” you shrugged, shivering a bit as the AC kicked on. Ever the caretaker, Pedro noticed and wrapped the blanket around the two of you again. 

“Do you want new panties or anything? Water? Towel?”

You shook your head, too comfy in that moment to care - if you made a mess, you’d clean it tomorrow. Pedro settled the two of you back into the corner of the couch, rewinding the movie by about fifteen minutes and re-immersing himself in it, but staying keenly aware of you. 

But you were still glowing, satiated and happy for the time being just to be next to him, tracing shapes on his chest while he played with your hair and watched the screen. 

It turned out to be a decent movie, and Pedro scooped you up bridal style when the credits played, making you smile.

“How’re you feeling mi amor?” 

“Happy. Loved. Why do you ask baby?” 

“Because now it’s time for my plan.” 

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as always in the writing world, any interaction means the world!! please let me know your thoughts, and feel free to send a request if you have any :) I write for Pedro and currently for Joel, Din, Javi P, Javi G and Frankie!

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 7

pairings: clown!carol danvers x fem!reader

summary: everybody is talking about this amazing show, so you needed to check it up for yourself.

warnings: smut!!!, public play, edging, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, mentions of anal, sucking fingers, kinda dom!carol x sub!reader, intoxication!, alcohol (one drink, but strong one), not proofread

word count: 2.5k

an: sooo, here it is, we´re almost in the end, i feel like this carol is really clumsy and cocky, which was fun to write, it´s not that long cuz my motivation is no where to be found, but i promise the last fic will be fire!:P thank you for reading!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky season and be safe!

“Step right up and prepare to be dazzled by the spectacular world of the Femme Fatale Circus! Under the grand, colorful tent that stretches towards the sky, a mesmerizing extravaganza awaits you. The Femme Fatale is more than just a one-time occurrence, it's a lifetime's trip into a thrilling and positively stimulating place. So come on in and have fun!” Was heard from the big speakers next to the many food trucks there.

As you fully enter the circus grounds, you're immediately greeted by the enticing aroma of popcorn and cotton candy, setting the tone for the entertainment. The lively atmosphere is electric, with children's laughter and adults' chatter filling the air.

Before the show started, you decided that you wanted to have something to drink, so you went to this food truck area, where anything you could think of, was there.

Because you´re too indecisive, it took you a while to choose, what you wanted to drink. But after some minutes, you finally bought a cherry vanilla drink, called "Sweet possesion" which you found later on that had 27% of alcohol in it. It was the worse type of drink, too sweet to realize that it has some alcohol. And of course you didn´t eat the whole day, so the affect was very quick.

As you turn around to walk back, you realize that all of the people, who were there with you just a minutes ago, were now no where to be found. Maybe the show have already started.

So you quickly tried make your way back, until something caught your eye. You stopped and tried so see what it was, or who it was.

And because the alcohol started working on empty stomach you didn´t second thought anything at all. And of course you had to see what or who it was.

As you were walking behind the food trucks, you stumbled over various cables, pieces of wood, and other debris scattered on the ground, making it a rather hard path to navigate. When you made your way to the back of the tent, you didn´t see anyone or anything, that got your attention before, util you hear what sounded like a horn of an ice cream truck.

Oh man, I´d like some ice cream.

What your drunk self desired, you´re drunk self will get. So after following that noice, you notice a big ice cream truck with a lady dressed as a clown. But as soon as you come closer, she spoke, "I´m sorry, we´re out, hun."

"Ah man, really? You don´t have even one last ice cream, I could buy?" You were genuely really sad, you really creaved some chocolate chip cookie.

"Everything is sold out. Sorry." She noticed how sad you´ve looked and she hated it, she´s a clown, she is supposed to make people laugh, not the other way around, "but if you come with me, I could look if there is anything back in the freezer, I´m very positive we will find something." She smiled at you.

"Really? That would be perfect!" You waited for her to come out of her food truck. Her costume is a delightful riot of colors, mix of reds, yellows, and blues. The oversized polka-dotted bowtie around her neck adds a touch of whimsy, and her suspenders hold up her dotted pants. Despite the playful outfit, her natural beauty shines through, her sparkling captivating eyes and radiant smile contrasting with the costume. Her makeup was also on point, nothing too loud, just simple makeup with a red nose on top of the whole look.

"Aren´t you supposed to be in the tent? You know, the show already started." The blonde lady giggled.

"I wanted something to drink and now I want ice cream, I´ll watch the show after my needs are secured." You giggled as the alcohol now hitting your system like a train.

"Oh?" The clown laughed, but you could sense that this was her genuine laugh, it didn´t felt forced at all. "Secured your needs? I can tell that you already managed the first one." She smiled at you as you two walked back into the circus tent. You could hear the thrilling show has already begun, with the crowd's excitement and the mesmerizing music filling the air.

"Are we in the backstage now?" You looked at the woman in front of you.

"You could say that, yes." She nodded and looked at you. "What?"

"This was one of my childhood dreams, see the backstage of a circus. It´s... not what I´ve imagined, but still very amazing!" You looked around as you notice all the colorful mess everywhere, many costumes, props, wigs, cages and lots of other circus tools.

"Well I´m glad I could be at your service." The clown smiled and opened a freezer. "Would you like a vanilla, chocolate-" before she could continue with describing what flavors are avalible, you cutted her off.

"Oh my god! Really? Um... do you have a chocolate chip cookie by any chance?" You were so happy, that there are some ice creams left.

"Yup, the last one," the blonde took it from the freezer and gave it to you.

"Thank you so much, how much is it?" You looked at her, already with the ice cream in your mouth.

"It´s on me." She winked.

"What? Are you sure? I could pay it-" This time she cutted you off.

"Let´s just say that I´m here to make all of your childhood dreams come true. Sounds good?" She chuckled at you, seeing the chocolate on your chin.

"Very." You nodded.

As you were eating the ice cream the clown just stared at you, with a smile on her face. She once again made someone´s day better, she´s wondering when it will be her turn, of being the one taking cared of.

It didn´t took you long to finnish the ice cream and when you did, you notice the look on the lady´s face. "I´m sorry, are you okay?"

She immediately smiled, but you could tell it was fake. "Of course, hun. I am," she stepped closer and wiped the chocolate on your chin.

"You know, I don´t even know your name, but I know one thing..." You threw the wooden stick into the thrash can, hoping she didn’t notice the blush on your face.

"And what´s that?" You definitely got the clowns attentions now.

"You´re a shitty liar." You giggled.

"Oh? Is that so?" She tilted her head.

"Yup, pretty much," you smiled at her, "even clowns needs their time to be sad sometimes," you added.

"There are some sad clowns." The blonde pointed out.

You just groaned and came closer to her. "I don´t mean it like that..." you looked at her waiting for her name.

"Sunny, Sunny the clown." She siad, what seemed like an automatic answer.

"I meant your real one."

"Carol." She mumbled out. "I´m basically breaking the clown law right now."

"What law exactly? That you can´t tell me your real name?" You tilted your head.

"Basically yeah, plus I let you come to the backstage and I gave you free stuff." Carol chuckled.

"So you´re basically a criminal, because of me. How noble of you." The drink made you very flirty and you didn´t mind it at all. And neither did Carol.

"But the real question now, can I help you? Somehow, anyhow. Let´s say as the payback for the icecream." You smiled at her, genuinely want to help her, even if it´s just a talk.

The circus show is still in full swing, the resounding cheers of the crowd and the lively music reaching your ears, as you´re standing basically next to it.

"The icecream was on me, like I´ve said before."

"And like I´ve said-" you finished your whole drink now, "is there anything I can do to make Carol be happy Carol without having to fake it?" Your whole sentence was rambled out, due to you trying to absorb the sweetness of the drink.

"I have few things in my mind." Carol smirked and stepped closer to you, then laughing it off right away.

"I mean... if it would help." Now it was your turn to move closer to her, very close.

"Oh?" Carol was shocked by your answer, since you didn´t looked like someone that outgoing, but one drink can do a lot.

"Oh." You smirked and met her gaze.

"That would certainly help." The two of you were so close that you berely whispered.

"I think so too." Since when are you this flirty? That drink must have been strong strong.

Before either of you could say anything else your lips crushed into hers. The time seemed to slow down, and your lips met in a tender, sweet kiss that felt like a gentle caress of two ladies who broke the "clown law" once again. But it was a moment filled with affection and genuine connection, that the both of you felt. Thanks to your drink, you had the courage to do such a thing.

As much as you were trying to fight over being the dominant one, Carol made sure to show your place right away. She pushed you against one of the boxes and immediately pinned your hands above your head. "Keep them there."

You simply just nodded.

Her hands didn´t waste a second and Carol grabbed your tits and gave them a tight squeeze. "You were so right, this is the best way to calm neerves." She kissed you again, this time bitting your lip. Overall you could feel the energy shifting into this harsher more needier way.

A sound of a cheering crowd made you tense up, you were still backstage, behind a black curtain, that might have been big cover up for you two, but anyone could walk in on Carol kissing you. This thought send shivers right into your pulsating pussy.

You wanted more of her, so you ran your fingers through her hair and even it felt amazing Carol stopped you. "What did I say?" She looked into your eyes. Being in this fuzzy state, you didn´t understand, what she was talking about, util you she took one of the ropes and started to tie you up to the hook, that was the whole time above your head. "Wait- Carol!" You realized what she was doing.

"Shhh, if you can´t keep your hand up, let me help." She kissed your neck as she finishes tying you up to the hook. "If someone walks in, we´re just preparing a new trick, got it?"

"Y-yes." You felt so good, but so needy at the same time.

"Besides... the way your moving your hips, trying to grind on nothing at all, tells me, that you wouldn´t mind anyone coming," she whispered into your ear. "Am I right?"

"N-no." You basically moaned out.

Carol chuckled quiete out loud, "You know, I don´t even know your name, but I know one thing..."

You roll your eyes, exactly knowing, where is thig going and because you want to be a brat your smile turned into a smirk and your head was slightly tilted. "Oh yeah? And what´s that?"

"You´re a shitty liar." The blonde whispered and bite your neck.

"Fuck-" You moaned loudly.

"Shhh, I know that you´re attention seeking little girl, but I want to have you for myself, at least for now. So shush your pretty mouth." Her words were harsh, but you didn´t mind at all, you just needed her.

"Hmmpf..." You bit your lower lip, hoping it would shut you up.

Carol hands slipped past your pants, into your panties. "Is this all for me? Oh my!" She smiled. "Wow, pretty girl. This is definitely making me feel better. You´re this wet from few kisses? You will explode, after your orgasm." She smirked agaist you, knowing how much she affected you.

Her strong hands made your legs open some more, so she has a better acces to you. Her middle finger tracing up and down your clit, she was teasing you and you truly felt like exploding right now on the spot.

"Carol-" you moved your hips closer to her, trying to grind on her finger, but it didn´t help at all.

"Yes?" She looked at you.

"Please, more-" You tried to move closer to her.

"You still didn´t told me your name." She had this cocky grin on her face.

"(Y/N)! It´s (Y/N)!" Her hand was put over your mouth.

"Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). But if you want to cum today, you better shut it. Or you can´t and want me to put your mouth for better use?" Her finger was still on your clit and when she felt your pussy pulsate at her words, she didn´t need a verbal answer.

Her right hand was in your pants, still teasing you as much as she could, but her left hand slowly made it´s way up to your mouth. You instantly opened and sucked on the two fingers she put inside.

Carol smiled at you, finally pushing the middle finger inside, her thumb making circles on your clit. You were so resposive to her touch, bucking your lips right away, sucking her fingers harder. This was really helping Carol to ease her nerves.

She sped up her movements with both of her hands, two of your holes were so full, you just wished your third one would be too.

You closed your eyes, feeling so close, with how her fingers curled up inside of you. And on top of that she added her second finger and after few push in´s and out´s she added even her third.

You were a mess.

Letting someone, who you basically don´t know, fuck you in the backstage of a circus, while the show is in it´s finalle, letting to see you being a easy slut, who cums from almost nothing at all.

But before you could leap over the edge, you heard the announcement, "Let me intoduce you our lovely, sweet and most importantly funny clown! Sunny the clown! Everybody make as much as noice as you want!"

"Oh fuck!" Carol looked at you as you quickly opened your eyes, "I need to go, pretty girl." She kissed your lips quickly.

"No, no, no, no- I need you, please, please, please!" You whined.

"You just have to wait, I have to go, I´ll be right back." She kissed you once more and pull out her fingers, which your body responded with a flinch right away.

"Carol!" you whisper yelled at her.

"Oh right-" she took some blanket and throw it over you, so if anyone comes, they won´t notice you. "I´ll be right back!"

You have to be kidding me.

This moment made you sober up real quick, as she left you there naked, tied up, but mostly needy. And on a top of that, she threw a fucking blanket over you.

As you heard the crowd go crazy over Carol stunts and laughed at her jokes, you just wished she would be done soon, but after you heard people chant her name all over again and then again, you knew that you will be stuck in here for a long time.

Thank you for reading and don’t forget to drink! 💕🫶🏻

[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 2

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

You could only imagine Terrian's horror when he burst through the door. There you were on the floor, in your underwear, the naked half-breed practically on top of you, holding your wrists back. But you were quite certain his horror paled in comparison to yours.

Terrian took hardly more than a second to process the scene before he grabbed the nearest supply table and hoisted it into the air, rushing toward the half-breed. The young man instantly let go of you and grabbed the table before Terrian could swing it down. Jerking it free of the doctor's hands, he slung it across the room and stood up.

Terrian paused momentarily in shock, then threw a punch. The half-breed caught his fist and shoved him back, like an older sibling might do to a child. “What are you doing?" he asked Terrian calmly.

"You're asking me?! You're the one attacking my nurse!"

The half-breed looked at Terrian, puzzled. "Attacking? I was trying to help her up. She bumped into a cot."

You looked up then. "But, you were coming toward me and..."

"I suddenly felt weak. I was heading for the cot behind you," the half-breed said. His voice monotone, mechanical.

You felt stupid. You stood up slowly, pulling the jeans still clutched in your right hand up in front of you again. "I-I'm sorry. I misunderstood."

Terrian looked between you and the half-breed, then suddenly bowed his head. "Please forgive us! I misunderstood as well. I was only trying to protect my nurse. If you must punish us, please allow me to accept hers as well!"

"Doctor, you can't-"

"Be quiet!" Terrian yelled, his head still bowed.

The half-breed looked at both of you curiously. "Punish? I only intend to thank you for taking care of my wound."

Terrian glanced up. "Oh, I see," he said nervously, pushing the glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Well then, you're very welcome."

You bowed your head slightly. "You're welcome," you repeated.

The half-breed glanced down and then, as if just realizing he was nude, looked at Terrian and said, "Where are my clothes?"

Terrian laughed uneasily. "I had to tear them off. I was in a hurry to stop the bleeding. I'm sorry."

"No matter. May I have something to wear?"

Terrian ran over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a pair of white and blue polka-dot pajamas. "This is all I have here at the clinic. They're a little embarrassing, but they're clothes nonetheless."

The half-breed pulled them on wordlessly, seemingly giving no thought to how ridiculous he looked. He again looked to the two of them. "Thank you again."

"Wait! Before you go, could you please fill out this form?" Terrian asked, holding out a sheet of paper.

You blanched. You couldn't believe Terrian had the guts to ask something of a half-breed. No one asked them for anything, unless it was to spare their lives. Even that was generally refused.

The half-breed took the paper, looked it over, then his eyes fell upon Terrian again. "Why?"

Terrian was looking nervous. "Of course it's not required. It's just that we like to keep up with our patients, so we can be sure to check on them and keep them healthy. Speaking of which... I recommend you come back to the clinic in three days so I can check the wound, to be sure there is no infection."

You were standing behind the half-breed and immediately began motioning for Terrian to stop right there, to just shut up and let the guy leave. You silently mouthed the words, "No! No way! Stop!" but Terrian either could not read your lips or was purposely ignoring you.

"Alright," the half-breed said, and you stifled a groan. "I'll come back in three days." He laid the paper on a nearby counter and Terrian handed him a pen. He scribbled on the paper, and you watched him with amazement. You had never seen a half-breed do anything so normal as writing on a piece of paper. They seemed so different, so inhuman. Normal things like writing or wearing pajamas or even sleeping were just beneath them.

When he was finished, he handed the paper to Terrian and walked out the door without another word. As soon as the door closed behind him, both you and Terrian let out a heavy sigh of relief. You looked sharply at Terrian. "Why did you tell him to come back?! Anna will have a heart attack!"

"Anna doesn't run this clinic. I do," Terrian said flatly, standing the table he had used in his unsuccessful attack back up.

"She might never come back! What those things did to her family, what they did to her... I wouldn't blame her if she had a mental breakdown at the sight of him coming into this clinic again!"

Terrian stopped and looked at you. You’d never seen his face so serious before. "I'm fully aware of what those like him did to Anna. But I'm also aware that he was not one of the ones who attacked her. I won't ask her to treat him or even be in the room with him, but I won't turn a patient away, no matter who they are. Anna has to accept that."

You thought it over. Maybe it would help Anna to face her fears. You calmly pulled on your clothes, seeing no more need for modesty after all that had happened in the past few minutes, then turned to Terrian. “I'm sorry, Doctor."

Terrian smiled, returning to his normal self. "It's alright. Just get some rest tonight, okay?"

"Thank you for trying to save me."

He blushed a little, pushing his glasses up again. "Oh, that. Don't worry about it. You're my precious nurse! I can't let anyone hurt you."

You gathered up your things and gave him a hug goodbye. "See you tomorrow."

"Take care of yourself!" he called after you as you walked outside. The red sun was beginning to set and the dark night sky was spreading rapidly. The street lamps lit your way as you headed toward your apartment a couple of blocks away. It was not a long walk, but an uncomfortable one even now, after three years of walking back and forth between the clinic and the apartment.

Two teenage boys appeared suddenly in your path, each holding a knife. One of them tore the blue duffel bag from your shoulder. "Whatcha got in here?" he asked.

You sighed. "A nurse uniform. You want it?"

The boy unzipped the bag and emptied the contents onto the pavement. Your skimpy nurse uniform spilled out and both boys bent down to look. "Shit, she wasn't lying," one of them said.

The other shook his head and stood up. "Let's go."

You watched them until they disappeared around a corner then squatted down to pick up your uniform. You folded it sloppily and shoved it into the duffel bag. "As if I'd be stupid enough to carry anything valuable with me," you muttered.

Just before you stood up, you heard the faint sound of crying. You rose slowly to your feet and looked around. A scream rang out, and you quickly zipped the duffel bag and threw it onto your shoulder, hurrying to move on.

Experience told you to ignore screams and cries. Those who got involved in scenes like that usually ended up at the clinic. But as you walked by an alley, you saw a flash of white and blue polka-dots under a street lamp.

You stopped and took a couple of steps back. Straining your vision, you could see those familiar pajamas moving. You heard more screaming, then heard a child's voice screaming, "Mama! Mama!"

Without thinking about what you were doing, you began running down the alley, until the full scene came into view. A woman's body laid dead on the ground, the head nowhere to be seen. A little girl was lying over the body, shaking with sobs. A man was on his knees, his head bleeding and both arms missing, blood squirting from the stumps that remained.

The half-breed stood over them, blood all over Terrian's pajamas. In his left hand, you could now make out the woman's head. The man on his knees screamed out in anger, and within seconds the half-breed had lunged toward him and shoved his hand right through the man's chest.

The child screamed as the man collapsed, dead. The half-breed dropped the head and approached the girl, lifting his hand.

You ran forward and grabbed the half-breed around his waist. You must have somehow put pressure on his wound, as he grunted and fell to his knees. He looked at you, eyes narrowed into a terrifying stare. And then, recognition appeared on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked, that mechanical voice from before was the same even now, while he was covered in the blood of his victims.

You let go of him and pulled away. "Please... please don't kill the child!"

"Her father attempted to rob me. I punished him. His wife attempted to attack me, so I punished her. The child attempted to stop the punishment, so now I will punish her."

You were crying. All you could think of was Anna watching the half-breeds slaughter her mother and brother, the only family she had left. "You can't!" you cried, positioning yourself in front of the child. "They obviously didn't know what you are, because you don't have your uniform on!"

The half-breed stood up. "Are you saying it would be alright for him to rob a normal human?"

"No!" you said, holding your position, "I'm saying they didn't deserve this! Even if he robbed someone, his wife and daughter don't deserve to suffer for it!"

He was silent for a moment, watching you. Then said, "You're interfering with a punishment. Move aside."

You didn't move. "I can't, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt the child!"

"You're giving me commands?"

"I'm begging! Please... you... you owe me."

The half-breed raised his eyebrows, the only thing on his face that indicated his surprise. "Owe you?"

Tears were streaming down your face and your hand was behind you, on the little girl's shoulder. You could feel the child shaking.

"We saved your life, the Doctor and I. You'd be dead right now if it not for us. Please, do me this one favor in return."

He was quiet for a long time, as if thinking about your request. You were surprised he didn't kill you the moment the words 'you owe me' escaped your lips. But he finally spoke. "Alright. I'll spare the child. My debt has now been repaid."

You took a deep breath. "Thank you," you said, standing up.

The half-breed turned to walk back down the alley, and you watched him carefully until he disappeared in the darkness. You looked down at the little girl. "I know it's hard right now, but someday things will be better."

The girl looked up at you with tear-filled eyes. "Thank you so much! Thank you for saving me!"

You smiled weakly at her. "This world is bad enough as it is, but if every now and then one person can save another, maybe things aren't so horrible. Remember that when you grow up, okay?"

The little girl struggled to return the smile, then glanced around the alley at the remains of her family.

You took her hand and pulled her up. "Come on, I'll take you to my place tonight. Then I'll introduce you to a good friend of mine tomorrow. I think you two will have a lot in common."

The girl followed after you down the street and to the apartment. She had lost everything within the course of a few minutes, but in this city, in this world, it was a common occurrence. So common that it broke your heart. You felt a little guilty for having saved the half-breed's life. If he were dead now, the little girl's parents would still be alive. But then, it could've just as easily been another half-breed who attacked them. One that owed you nothing.

You gave the girl a bath, changed into pajamas, and went to sleep with the girl cradled in your arms. It was the first time you had shared a bed since your parents had died, and even though the girl cried until she fell asleep, you felt warm at night for the first time in years.

[yunalinwrites]

saved by the bell (chapter 2) | fushiguro toji x reader

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summary: fushiguro toji never makes first moves--until he happens to meet the teacher of the son he hasn't seen in years.

strangers -> fwb -> lovers

takes place in 2006 around the star plasma vessel/hidden inventory/premature death arc; megumi is a first grader

about reader: female, around 30 or older, teacher, has a soft spot for megumi, speaks kind of formally, has daddy issues + abandonment issues

warnings: eventual smut, cursing, alcohol, smoking, daddy issues, abandonment issues, mention of child abuse/trauma, toji is initially kind of an ass, spoilers for the season 2 arc mentioned above

"Don't get how a puny thing like him can burn through a gallon in a week," he'd complained, watching the infant chug his bottle eagerly in his lap. "Damn FamilyMart workers are starting to know my name."

His friend turned back to face him, looking inside from the balcony as he took a drag from his cigarette and adjusted his tie.

"If you want him to look anything like you by the time you sell him off, you better get used to it," his friend advised. "Probably the cheapest source of protein out there."

Finally, the little boy lifted his mouth from the bottle, but only to let out sharp wails. At this, the man's friend put down his cigarette and came back inside.

"Not like they'll give me any extra money for it," the man grumbled, handing his son awkwardly to his friend. "He'll be strong enough. And fuck if I help the Zenin clan more than I need to."

Patting the baby's back gently, his friend made a suggestion: "You could always keep him. Learn how to raise him yourself. Spite 'em that way."

The man didn't appear to be listening, already having shifted his attention to the glitchy TV he'd gotten off the street and sinking into his cracked leather couch. Sighing, his friend laid down the now quiet baby beside him and headed towards the balcony to continue where he left off, his suggestion met only with the sound of footsteps as he was followed out.

"They'll make sure he's strong," the man guaranteed, taking a cigarette from his friend's pack. Once he'd successfully flicked the lighter at the end, he continued: "Probably gonna breastfeed him till age fuckin' eight."

And though he was met with no contest from his friend, he went on, with a breath of nicotine concluding, "'Just not something I'm made to provide."

***

Tossing the cap behind himself, he took a long swig straight from the jug.

He slammed the refrigerator door shut and leaned back against the counter, but--thanks to the lack of distance between everything in his cramped unit--this move forced him to meet the reflection of himself in the glass of the balcony door.

His friend seemed to have been right all those years ago. The incorporation of milk into his diet gave the man a body that he was, for the most part, proud of--mountainous biceps, chiseled abs, bulging pecs; the works. The only thing that irked him about his appearance, though, was his face--that scar, that fucking scar.

He vaguely remembered hearing somewhere else that protein was good for building tissue, which was a claim sufficiently evidenced by his body--from the neck down, that is. So it was both confusing and disappointing when he'd wake up in the middle of the night to take a piss and that nasty mark of his past would be the first thing he saw in his dirty mirror. Still, not really knowing what else to do about it, he took another sip and tried focusing his attention through the glass door rather than on it. In doing this, his eyes found refuge on the polka-dot umbrella he'd left out to dry.

It had been a little over a week since that night at the bar. It was still quite rainy here and there, so he found himself still using the item almost every night. It's not nearly as romantic as it sounds, though--at least not for you. He had mostly been using it to escort other women home.

To be fair, he had some self awareness. He felt worse every time he saw your name and number whenever he opened it for someone other than himself. But what was he supposed to do, return it? You hadn't been back at that bar since. Not that he was really checking he just figured if he was going to go out to do his nightly ritual, he might as well do it at that same joint. You know, in case you wanted your umbrella back.

And before you ask, no, he couldn't call you. He almost never, ever called first; it went against his morals, if you can even refer to them as that.

Again, he had some self-awareness. He knew he was kind of a piece of shit, so much so that even through the gray clouds and even among the 8-billion-some-odd people on His earth, he supposed God recognized him as such. So, just like how God decided whether or not the boats he bet on would get him out of this apartment, he assumed God also decided which women ended up in his web, and which would come back for a second night. By this logic, so long as he didn't make too many overt first moves, all broken hearts could simply be attributed to and excused by fate. It was a sort of heavenly restriction, if you will; he would sacrifice his initiative for the ability to keep being an absolute fucking asshole.

His sacrifices also included curiosity, he tried reminding himself; if he was meant to know something, then he would just know it already--so there was no point in wondering about you or, by association, his... that little boy.

Yes, there was no point in wondering how he managed to look that much like him, or where he got the balls to just follow curses around whenever he pleased, or why his name was Fushiguro, and not Zenin

Or, for that matter... fuck, what was his first name?

He headed towards the couch and took a seat, jug still in hand.

Shit. I don't even remember what it started with...

Forcing out a low laugh at this realization, he fished for the TV remote in between the cracked cushions.

Whatever.

He flicked through the channels with occasional sips from his drink, letting clips of people talking, singing, and laughing play no longer than a second before he cut them off with the press of a button. He kept spamming it, tapping and tapping, faster and faster, sounds merging together until:

Wasn't it an M...?

Placing the milk jug down on the dusty coffee table, he stared at the characters on the remote's number pad, his attention focused on a singular key in particular.

Fuck.

Putting the remote down beside him, he rubbed his eyes in distress, trying to massage the thought out of his head.

Goddammit...

He cursed His name, but as he used his arms to push himself up off his imprinted spot on the couch, hoped that God would forgive him just this once.

Hastily, he headed towards the balcony door and shoved the stubborn thing open. Snatching the umbrella with one hand, he punched in your number with the other, a firmness in his thumb. As soon as the phone rang with his outgoing call, though, whatever resolution that was just occupying his body had completely vanished. By the second ring, he was tapping impatiently on the rusty railing. By the third, he was trying to steady himself against it, which only resulted in a concerning creak. By the fourth, he'd headed back inside out of fear that he'd drop his outdated device, something that he couldn't afford. The fifth ring had his thumb just millimeters shy of the red button on his keypad, getting dangerously close due to his trembling, but then:

"Hello, this is Miss L/N speaking."

He exhaled after what felt like an eternity of holding his breath. As his lungs regained their rhythm, he felt his shoulders melt back down into relaxation, and soon, a smirk found itself creeping onto his lips. "Jesus--you really do talk like a princess."

"Um... I'm sorry, could I ask who this is?"

Still smirking, he took another deep breath and spoke up: "Think you left your glass slipper with me at the bar the other night," he started, absentmindedly studying the item. "But you made my job a lot easier by putting your number on it, Miss L/N Y/N."

There was a short pause, but then she realized: "O-oh! It's you--Oh my God, um... Hello..."

He chuckled lightly at her stuttered response. "It's me."

"So," he began again, "What are you doing tonight?"

For a while, nothing came through the speaker. He bit his cheek.

When she finally did speak, her tone was lowered: "I can't stay out late. It's a school night."

He placed the umbrella on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch, putting his free arm over the back.

"Won't take that long to return an umbrella," he pointed out. "Didn't realize you had something else in mind."

"N-no, that's fine, you can just--"

"I'm just pulling your leg," he interrupted. "How about now--what're you up to right now?"

That came out a little more eager than he meant for it to be. In an attempt to fill the awkward silence, he grabbed the milk jug from the coffee table and resumed his drink, gulping as he held the microphone away from his mouth.

"I'm out running errands."

"Where?"

Slamming his drink down--again, a little too eagerly--he reached for the remote and switched off the TV.

"Um..."

The hesitation was discouraging at first, but as her microphone betrayed her, it would seem that the aforementioned God was on his side today. In the background, he heard the familiar chime that indicated someone had come through the automatic door.

"Which FamilyMart is that?"

This time, there was surprisingly little hesitation: "...the one by the station."

And with that, he finished off the last few ounces left in the container and tossed the empty jug on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Don't move," he instructed, grabbing the umbrella with one hand and pulling the phone from his ear with the other. Bringing his thumb back to that red button, this time with returned unwavering confidence, he finished, "See you there, princess."

***

The door chimed welcomingly as it automatically slid open, causing you to whip your head around in anticipation. To both your disappointment and relief, it was just a gaggle of teens looking for some after school snacks.

As you turned your head back to your shopping, your eyes caught on to something right next to the entrance: a bin of umbrellas, for only a couple hundred yen each. You sighed as you took your eyes off the salt in your wound. Your mother had taught you well enough to know how bad this was: a stranger knowing your name, number, and current location. So, really, the too-late sight of an alternative was just unnecessary on God's part.

But then again, as much as you didn't love the pattern she'd chosen, it would've been cruel to replace a gift from your mother. She also always said herself to pick public spaces for first dates and, given that the local high school usually wrapped up clubs around this time, more than enough people were coming in by the second. Just now, for example, a young couple walked in holding hands in their uniforms.

And this wasn't even anywhere near a first date anyway; he was just coming to give you your umbrella, that's all. But, also... Even if he were to stick around for, say, a cordial conversation about the weather, and, hypothetically, he did so long enough that it would only be polite to ask for his name... Well, you always did preach both manners and curiosity to your students.

Deciding that you'd overthought enough, you tried to direct that curiosity to the crackers, chips, and cookies in front of you. You scanned over the rainbow of packaging, searching for something that looked both appealing and healthy. Nothing in particular jumped out at you until you looked to the top shelf, focused on a specific bag. At first, you couldn't tell why you recognized it, especially considering you couldn't see all of it due to its height, but then you realized: Megumi's brought that one to lunch before...

The shelf was well over your head, but it seemed like the only employee around--the cashier--had gone to the bathroom, so you reached your arm up as best as you could. The bag brushed your fingers, which only pushed it farther back, so you had to employ the help of your tippy toes. You could feel it just within reach of your fingertips, as the crease in your flats dug into your feet.

C'mon, just a little closer...

"Need a hand?"

Suddenly, a muscular arm emerged from behind you, reaching over you and grabbing the bag with ease.

Planting your heels back down on the floor, you spun around and smoothed out your pencil skirt, only to look up and find him--him and his scarred face--startlingly close to you.

"Thanks..." you obliged, trying to look away as you gently took the bag of sweet potato chips from his hand.

Even after you had placed the product in your basket, he didn't back up, so it was almost hard to see his entire body. But, you were still able to recognize he was wearing the same thing as when you saw him for the very first time: a black short-sleeve shirt and gray sweatpants.

As you had learned to make note of in your students, wearing repeated outfits that didn't fit the season or didn't fit the wearer was typically an indicator of a low-income background. In this case, it wasn't so much that the clothes were ill-fitting... it was just that the waistband of his pants were hanging loosely, dangerously low on hips, and his shirt was.... Tight. Very tight. And thin, which was interesting considering the chilly breeze that came through the door with every customer. Along with that, you were feeling the air from the heavy exhales of his nose.

"My eyes are up here, Miss."

You didn't realize how long you'd been watching his chest rise and fall rather quickly.

"Sorry," you corrected shyly. "You didn't rush to come here, did you?"

He shrugged. "Said you couldn't stay out late. Wouldn't wanna keep you from your royal duties."

"Oh, I see... Well, I didn't mean to hurry you. You could've at least put on a coat."

He looked down to where his compression shirt hugged the grooves of his abs. "Didn't realize there was a dress code, Miss," he teased. "Am I being indecent?'

"I-It's not that," you stuttered. "It's still cold out, you know."

"Cold? It's spring."

"Yes, but you could still get sick. Especially if it rains. You know the saying, 'In like a lion, out like a lamb'?"

"With all due respect, Miss, I'm not fucking stupid."

As soon as the profanity left his mouth, he winced at his own words. He was hoping to keep up his gentleman facade a little longer, but he supposed couldn't hide his true nature forever. Taking off the wrist strap of your umbrella, he began preparing to never see you again.

But then you spoke, surprisingly calmly: "I never said you were. But you never know. People aren't born knowing everything, are they?"

He froze in his place, thinking about your words--about how they didn't hold even a hint of anger or hurt in them. He couldn't tell if that made him feel more or less guilty.

Hearing his silence and seeing the solemn expression on his face, you felt the need to apologize for your preaching: "Sorry... I guess I'm still in teacher-mode. I swear, it's what being in this uniform does to me."

Suddenly, he smiled, and his eyes were almost soft as they looked down at you and your dainty button-up. "It's alright," he rasped. His pupils definitely darkened, though, as they drifted lower, down to your form-fitting pencil skirt and your pantyhose-clad thighs. "Yeah, no, it's... it's fine."

Feeling you remove the umbrella from his hands, he snapped out of his gaze on your body as you spoke again: "Thank you for coming all this way to return it. I wasn't really expecting you to."

Cockily, he put his hands on his hips. "Yeah, well, I just happened to run out of milk, so you can thank God for that. I mean, I'm a busy man, you know? Part of why I rushed here."

You laughed. "Physical therapy, was it?"

He paused for a second, almost as if he forgot what he did for work, but resumed the banter soon enough. "Right, yeah. Got appointments left and right. Seriously, I mean, you should consider yourself lucky."

"Well, I appreciate you squeezing me in."

"I'll let it slide just this once, princess, but you'll have to pay a fee next time."

Your stomach fluttered at the prospect of seeing him again, but you still tried to hold your guard up around the near-stranger. "Next time...?" you questioned.

"Yeah. Next time you need physical therapy."

You laughed nervously. "I don't think I... understand..."

"C'mon, Miss. You're smarter than that."

You blushed, putting together that he probably wasn't talking about yoga balls.

"I'm flattered, but... we've only just met, haven't we?" you argued, though unsure if it was to him or yourself.

He shrugged again. "Don't usually meet my clients before I meet with 'em."

You were given an opportunity to turn away when you heard the door chime again. A young man and woman had come in to shamelessly ask for where the condoms were, though they weren't holding hands. And despite it being only around 5 p.m., they were obviously somewhat inebriated, which brought up a good point--you two had met before, and you'd done so at a bar, where it was common for such shallow appointments to be made. In context, it was a little less weird when you thought of it as him picking up where he left off, underneath that bar awning.

Still, you looked down instead of back at him, imagining how he probably did this often. "I don't see why you can't just find another one, then."

He sighed through his nose and shoved his hands in his pockets. For a second, you thought you'd said something wrong--he looked uneasy, dreadful almost. But just as quick, he combed his hair back and painted a charming smile across his face.

"Yeah, I guess so," he pretended to consider. "But I noticed something about you." He crossed his arms, showing off his veiny forearms.

"When you were walkin' away from me that night, you had this... sway in your hips." He looked you up and down, squinting his hooded gray eyes.

"Could sense an underlying condition, beneath that little dress of yours." His tongue peeked out of his pale lips, teasing the scar at the corner.

"Just sayin', in my professional opinion, something oughta be done about that."

You let out a shaky breath, staring up at him, eyes wide and cheeks pink. He certainly did have some expert words to say. Meanwhile, your teeth had a deathly grip on your bottom lip, so you couldn't come up with even a single consonant to respond with. Figuring that you weren't going to respond any time soon, he began to back off.

"I should probably get going," he told you, "but don't be a stranger, yeah? Ain't got a business card or anything but my number should be in your Recents."

Even as he walked away, you couldn't say anything, and the only movement made by you came from your lip managing to escape your painful bite. All you could find in yourself to do was watch, mouth agape, as he made his way to the fridges at the end of the aisle, not even realizing you didn't yet have a name for his contact.

As he grabbed the cold handle of the refrigerator door, he could see his now frowning reflection in the glass.

He was probably going to beat himself up later over all the creepy and corny things he'd let himself utter to you, but right now, he didn't think about that; he was just glad the conversation was over. Making a number of first moves and doing so in a FamilyMart snack aisle before it was even dark out--he couldn't even focus on why he'd come here in the first place. Whatever he was trying to do-which he himself wasn't even exactly sure of-it was stupid. He felt like a fish out of water, and all he wanted to do was jump out of his skin and drown himself in the current, never daring to swim against divine intervention again.

But as if he didn't regret coming here enough, he recognized another familiar face as he moved toward the registers.

"Ah, Fushiguro!" the elderly woman would always greet. "Just milk again, Fushiguro? That's good. Lots of protein. Helps build tissue. Huh? What's that, Fushiguro? You want a pack of Marlboros? Oh, you're just like my son, Fushiguro..."

He tsked. He always hated how that old hag managed to fit his name in at the end of every other sentence, loud enough for her half-deaf ears--along with the entire store--to hear. And of course, just his luck, she lived another day to work this specific shift.

He put the milk jug back as quickly as he could and searched for the most inconspicuous route to the exit. Of course, that just happened to be through the aisle you were still in. With little time to think, he swallowed his pride. Making his way over and brushing past you, he mumbled something about having forgotten his wallet as he briskly made his way to the door.

"Wait!" you called. Head darting between the milk fridge and the back of his figure, you moved quickly after him.

Frantically tossing bills at the cashier on your way out, you bolted out of the store, this time darting your head left and right as you searched desperately among the sea of other dark-haired pedestrians. You were considering giving up as you began to get dizzy, but then you saw him--the only tall, muscular figure outfitted in a T-shirt in this weather. You continued to run after him and, thankfully--since you opted for flats over heels today--you were able to catch up with him before the pedestrian light turned red again. He was already halfway through the crossing, but he stopped in the middle of the road, eyes widened in shock as you were bent over, leaning on your knee as you panted and held the jug of milk up towards him.

Realizing that you'd bought it for him, he took it from your hand and awkwardly obliged: "...Thanks."

You were able to stand up straight now, but your breathing was still somewhat labored as you spoke: "At least... let me know... your name..."

He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't even know what his own name was.

"You know mine," you reminded him, impatiently putting a hand on your hip. "It's only fair."

His face was grave, but his eyes were narrow as they jumped everywhere around you: at the passing taxis and vans, at the salarymen flocking from their building, at the park fenced in. It seemed he found his name somewhere, but it wasn't as comically artificial as you might think: "It's Zenin. Zenin Toji."

"Zenin?" you confirmed.

"Yeah," he replied, swallowing away the dryness in his throat. "But what do you say we skip the formalities? Just call me Toji."

"Oh, um. Okay, then. Toji," you repeated, testing it out on your tongue.

A loud honk brought the two of you back to the reality of where you were, prompting you to finish crossing the street. Now back on the curb, you turned to him again.

"Um, Toji," you spoke, still getting used to the syllables.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"I, um... I want to make it clear I'm not looking to do anything tonight," you enforced, projecting as much as you could muster. "But I have one more thing to take care of, if you'd like to come along."

You had your eyes focused on the tips of your flats, so if he was in disapproval-which you assumed from his silence-he didn't need to do much with his expression to hide it. But eventually, you heard his voice, relenting with an exhale that could've been interpreted as both disappointed and relieved: "Sure."

And so, silently, he followed behind you as you traversed the city, inferring it was a path you traveled often as you didn't stop your pace once to look at a map or even the street signs.

It wasn't far from where you'd started; a few corners later, the two of you were in a residential area that he didn't recognize, although the shady alleys between dingy apartment buildings weren't much different from where he lived. He knew teaching didn't pay much, but he was still surprised that you brought him here.

"Just wait here a moment," you told him, and he did as you knocked on the nearby door with the small bag of groceries in your other hand. He waited patiently and, watching you do the same in front of the grimy door, he considered the possibility that you two weren't so different after all.

But then the door opened, and you said something, and you were only a couple feet away so he heard, but it was as if all of a sudden there were miles between you two.

"Hi!" you'd chirped. "Is Megumi home?"

Everything else faded into muffles. He watched, paralyzed, as you handed over your groceries to a young brown-haired girl who looked vaguely--uncomfortably--familiar, but he didn't process a single thing either of you said. All he could hear was that M-word ringing throughout his head.

Meanwhile, you continued to converse in front of the drab doorway, telling the girl that you had to get going because you had some business to attend to, unconsciously pointing your thumb in the direction of where you had left Toji. You bid farewell to her with a smile and turned to where you were just pointing but, immediately, your smile dropped, as did your eyes to the corner on the pavement where he'd just stood-as if you'd find him there, hidden among the weeds sprouting from the cracks in the sidewalk. But, no-it would seem that the man named Toji was already long gone.

***

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Pairing: Bloodsport X afab!Reader

WARNING: SMUT/EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD! Mentions of murder, death, abuse, alcohol, weapons, violence, etc.

Prompt: That noise… keep making it. @delusionisaplace

Suicide Sqaud: Bloodsport & Nova

Heavy breathing. Filled with fear. Tears cascading rapidly down my cheeks. Wounds and bruises scattered across my skin like horrible confetti. Whispers can be heard from every direction. THEY WON’T SHUT UP! I can’t go back. I CAN’T! Don't look back. Don’t stop running. I can’t stop now. I’m not far enough. I must hide. Where? WHERE?! No time to think about that. I CAN’T STOP! SHE’S COMING! But she’s dead. SHE’S COMING FOR ME! Go. FASTER! WHERE DO I GO?! Suddenly all the whispers were silent. All that could be heard was the snapping of the twigs below my bare feet. Upon realizing the whispers had gone silent, I came to a halt. The silence was deafening. It hurt; it made me more fearful. Frantically looking in every direction. No. No! NO! I fell to my knees. Skin crawling. NO! SHE’S STILL HERE! I can feel her. I quickly looked up and —

I gasped awake. Frantically searching. Searching for her. The woods that surrounded me. Instead I was kneeling on the cold floor of my cell. I hectically scoot back against the cold painted brick wall. Feeling an anxiety attack coming along. I suddenly began to break down. Crying uncontrollably.

It took me a while to calm down. However, when I did, the sun had just begun to rise and a loud buzz sounded, indicating our cell doors had been opened; and it was now morning. But I don’t move from my spot. I didn’t realize how long I’d been sitting there, staring into space, until my name had been called.

“Nova. Can you come with me?” Ms. Waller asked in a semi soft tone, though it surely wasn’t a question, with a knock on my open cell door. With a nod of my head, knowing I didn’t have a choice, I stood and joined the group she had in tow. Seems to me as I was the last to join them. There was a gigantic shark human hybrid? A groggy Cleo and three other unknown men. One of which I caught staring at me. Though when eye contact was established he looked away. He seemed to have a permanent scowl or mean mug, if you will, upon his face. I tried not to pay any of them any mind. I just wanted to get this mission over with. We all went to get prepared for Ms. Waller’s explanation of our “objective” for this “mission”.

~~~

After getting mini bomb explosives injected into our necks, we were brought to a dimly lit room that resembled a classroom. May as well be called one, reason being, Ms. Waller stands at the front giving her ‘lecture’ presentation. Giving us the run around on why we’re doing this mission, what it’s about and who’s involved. We sat listening, scattered in different rows of seats. 

“Your mission is to infiltrate Jotunheim and destroy every trace of project starfish.” Ms. Waller ended her lecture. “How are we supposed to get in?” Said the British guy with the staring problem, whose name I’ve come to realize is, Bloodsport? Ms. Waller then spoke, “Gaius Grieves, the Thinker, is a geneticist in charge of Project Starfish.” she briefly paused, “After hours, he hangs out at a gentlemen’s club known as, La Gatita Amable. Get Grieves to help you by whatever means necessary, and he can get you into Jotunheim.” She finished. The lights came back on. “Any questions?” She asked us all. Cleo asked about a projector no longer in use. Irrelevant. Peacemaker? Asked about a connection between starfish and buttholes? Stupid. Nanaue asked about his hand. Adorable. “We’re all gonna die.” Bloodsport stated as a matter of fact, annoyance ridden in his tone. “I hope so.” Polka-Dot Man weirdly stated. I turned to look questionably at their interaction.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Bloodsport with a roll of his eyes. When he caught my eye, I turned back around in my seat, with a sigh.

~~~

We swam to the shore of this island. The feeling of the cool water against me was very relaxing. Though the sensation was short lived; as we approached the shore. As we were walking there was a rumbling explosion on the other side of the island. The unexpected loud noise made me jump with a gasp. The group turned their attention to the explosion and briefly sent glances my way at my fear. Bloodsport quickly pulled out his weapon, “Control, we have a disturbance south of here.” He said into the comm as he pointed his weapon. “It’s just a diversion, Bloodsport.” Waller replied.

Bloodsport led us through the jungle, I tuned out their conversation as I unknowingly fell slightly behind. I began to hear those whispers I despised. Feel the chills that brought me nothing but horrible thoughts and fear. That brought me back there. When I looked up, the group was no longer in front of me. I looked in every direction. But suddenly, I was; back in the woods. Running from her. My own mother. A powerful, wicked, witch that never ceases to haunt me. Chasing me.

I was suddenly tackled to the ground. I only saw her. I fight with all my might to get her off. Refraining from using my powers. The last time I did that I—

“Calm down! It’s me!” I heard a British accent. I blinked a couple of times to find that it was Bloodsport on top of me, restraining me from causing him anymore harm. Him holding me down was triggering my anxiety and claustrophobia. My breathing picked up as I began to panic; it made me think of her. “Let me go!” I yelled breathlessly. I broke down as he immediately let go of me. I scooted out from under him, bringing my knees to my chest and slowly looked up to find his eyes staring back at me with a confused and concerned expression. I stared at him with tear filled eyes. “Breathe. I’m not gonna hurt you, love.” He started, calmly, with his hands up in surrender. “I just wanna help you.” He stated. “We set up camp. I noticed you got left behind. I just came to find you, and I saw you running.” He explained. I put my head down to hide from him.

“Why?” My head shot back up upon hearing his voice. He took notice of my confusion and continued, “Why were you running, love?” He asked. “Just another vision.” I replied plainly. “A vision?” He questioned. “Something like that. A flashback. An episode whatever you’d like to call it.” I nodded as I wiped the tears from my face. “What, like a psychic?” He asked, genuinely confused, but with a hint of sarcasm. I scowled at him, “No.” I rolled my eyes and stood up, as did he. I could feel him eyeing me intently for what seemed like forever. “Can we go, please?” I crossed my arms over my chest, avoiding eye contact with him. “Sure.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug. He began to lead us back to where we’ll be camping for the night. “What do you do?” he asked. “What?” I responded in a tone of confusion. “What’s your superpower? Like your ability.” He continued.

I hesitated but I decided to tell him. “I’m a witch.” I stated, annoyed. “Hm.” He hummed. “What?” I asked, taken aback and slightly offended. “Nothing.” He shook his head. “No. What’s that supposed to mean?” I stopped with my arms folded atop my chest. He turned, “Never seen a real witch before. Thought those only existed in the stories.” He said mockingly. “I’ll prove it.” I said confidently. I unfolded my arms and took a deep breath. I let the words of magic fall from my lips in a mumble. As I stared into his eyes, he started to get fidgety. 

“You feel that?” I asked in a condescending tone. I slowly took small steps toward him. “That heat.” I continued. When I got closer he shivered. “And what about that? That tingle?” I taunted. Inches away from him; as I got closer he backed away. His breath hitched when his back hit a tree. “And that?” I chuckled. “That arousal.” I whispered in a low sultry tone; our faces mere inches away from each other. I brought my hand up between us and slowly balled it into a fist. He let out a low shaky groan; almost whimper, briefly making my knees weak. “That noise… keep making it.” He watched as I untightened my fist and placed my palm in the center of his chest; and with the other, I hovered over his arousal. “May I?” I asked for his consent; staring into his soul through his eyes, making sure he couldn’t look away.

He hesitated; but he eventually nodded in agreement. I raised a brow at him, “Yes.” He gritted. I softly laid my other hand on his erection. I closed my eyes briefly, letting go of my hold on our eye contact. When I opened them his head was resting against the tree, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “Can you feel that Robert?” He released a strained groan in response. I pulled back with a low chuckle. His eyes shot open to glare down at me. “What the hell was that for? Why’d you stop?” He lowly shouted in that heavy British accent, so as not to alert anyone. “Because, we’re not here for that. Plus, we don’t want them to come looking for us do we?” I asked as I continued on our previous path.

~~~

After trying to kill Nanaue for almost eating Cleo, traveling to find Flag; who we found out was also on the island along with others, killing a lot of the Freedom Fighters, hearing Krill’s story on his interdimensional virus; that was caused by his evil scientist mother, and killing guards to get Milton to drive us through town to La Gatita Amable; We all sit in the van in normal clothing to “blend in”.

Cleo asked Robert why he was so afraid of rat’s leading to the story of her father. I sat in the seat behind Cleo while she told the story of her father’s death due to his “burden’s”. Which led to Robert telling us about his father locking him in a crate full of starving rats for 24 hours as a punishment when he was just a young boy. Followed by a heartfelt, adorable moment between Cleo and Robert.

We’re now seated in the club that Waller mentioned. La Gatita Amable. “So when’s this “Thinker” guy supposed to be here?” Rick questioned. “Supposed to be in the next few hours.” Cleo answered. “Looks like we gotta find something to do to pass the time. Uh, miss?” said Peacemaker. He called over a waitress and ordered drinks for the table. “I’m okay. I don’t drink.” I stated. “Why?” he asked. I didn’t get a chance to respond; not that I wanted to. “Hey, Pissmaker. We’re on a mission.” Robert insulted. “Easy, Inspector Gadget. Little drink never hurt nobody.” He joked. “Except for the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year.” Krill abruptly stated. “Come on, DuBois. This could be our last drink.” Ignoring Krill, Rick placed his arm on Robert's shoulder. The waitress came with drinks. “Just one.” Robert said to Peacemaker, giving in. 

I left the table to go sit at the bar and I got a glass of water. Robert and I kept exchanging glances at one another. He eventually got up from the table to walk over to me.

“You never told your story.” That British accent said from beside me. Robert sat down next to me and ordered another drink. I scoffed, “You don’t wanna hear my story.” I told him. “Oh but I do.” He smiled slightly as his drink was placed in front of him. I hesitated but I saw a persistent look in his eyes, he isn't the type to give up easily. I took a deep breath, “Well, my mother was a powerful, wicked and evil witch.” I said enunciating on ‘wicked’. I hesitated, “She performed powerful and most times very painful rituals on me.” I paused. “She was very narcissistic and manipulative.” “She abused me when the rituals didn’t go her way. Always told me hurtful things.” “...Killed people.” “I can’t count how many near death experiences I had at the hands of my mother.” “My mother?” I scoffed. “And she never cared, she just kept on like I was a doll for her to play with… and not her daughter. A human being.” I looked at Robert and saw him fiddling in thought.

“She got rid of anyone who ever loved me; in any kind of way. Just to control me; and keep doing rituals on me…” “Abusing me.” “...hurting…me.” I finished lowly; trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I propped my elbow on the bar and rested my hand over my mouth. Out of nowhere I got the urge to be spontaneous; so I grabbed Robert’s glass and chugged what was left in it. When I looked at Rob he was already staring at me, with an expression I couldn’t depict the meaning behind.

“What?” I questioned. “Nothing. Just– I understand where you’re coming from.” He said sympathetically. “We’re a lot alike, y’know?” “I know. The story you told about your father.” I responded. He nodded, looking down at his hands. “But I killed my mother.” I stated, staring off into space. “That’s the big difference between what happened to us both.” I said, looking toward him with so much pain behind my dark brown eyes. “I got fed up. I’m no better than she is because everything she did to me I did right back to her.” I scoffed, shaking my head as tears threatened to fall. “After, I ran into the woods.” I paused. “Thing is…a witch’s spirit never dies.” “They still hold the power of magic from the other side. She still haunts me to this day.” “At certain moments, I’m back there. Back in those woods with her evil spirit chasing me.” “I see her and kill her over and over but I can never escape her.” “What I thought was her—” I cut myself off.

“Wasn’t her, was it?” He asked for confirmation. I shook my head. “That’s what happened in the jungle that night, when I found you, you saw her?” I nodded, wiping my face of tears. “I got caught. That’s how I ended up at good ole’ Belle Reve.” I let out a breathy laugh, avoiding eye contact. However, I still felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head. He stared at me for what felt like forever “Excuse me.” I got off the barstool and headed toward the bathroom. I stared in the mirror at myself. I don't know who I am nor what I see. Who am I outside of her?

I bent down to put water on my face. When I stood up I dried my face with a paper towel then I began trying to fix my hair. Then, I heard the door to the bathroom open. “Occu– pied” I stopped everything I was doing when I saw Robert walking into the restroom, through the mirror. He closed the door behind him and locked said door. I threw away the paper towel in my hand and placed my hands on the sink leaning my weight into it. “What do you want, Robert.” I said lowering my head avoiding eye contact with the man. When he didn’t respond I looked up to him through the mirror. He was slowly walking toward me. “May I touch you?” He asked. I hesitated but eventually I nodded, granting him the consent he requested. When his front met my back, my breath hitched. He slowly ran his hands up my arms making me stand straight up against him. Unfamiliar with the feeling but still making no effort to escape from it. When I tried lowering my head he stopped me by placing a hand under my chin lifting it.

“I just wanna’ help you, love.” He finally responded, staring at me intently through the mirror. My face softened at the nickname “You can’t help me, Rob.” I told him. “See, I think you’re wrong. We have a lot in common, love, and I think we can help each other out.” He spoke in his low, husky tone. I swiftly turned to face him, having to look up at him, the heels I wore not doing me justice. “How?” I asked. He leaned closer, our faces mere inches apart “I wanna take some of that tension off your shoulders.” He spoke lightly, running the back of his fingers over my shoulders. My eyes flickered down to watch his mouth as his words fell from his lips. “Make you feel good.” He leaned down to softly kiss along my increasing pulse making me pleasantly sigh. “Take your mind off what brings you pain.” He moved to his previous position, staring down into my eyes, tucking my braids behind my ear, letting his fingertips run over my temple. “I think we both could use that right now love, don’t ya’ think?” 

I was so caught up in gazing at his eyes and his lips. “Would you like that, love? Do you want that?” He asked. He lifted my chin to refocus my attention “I need an answer.” His dominance made me weak. Biting my lip to keep from letting a whimper escape from my mouth and letting him know how much control he has gained over my temple. Though, knowing deep inside that he knew the advantage that just fell into his hands. “Yes.” I let a whisper fall from my lips like magic. I look up at him seriously, “I’m trusting you, Robert.” I made clear. “I won’t break that trust, Nova.” He promised me softly. He slowly leaned down closer to me, stopping inches away from my aching lips, waiting for me to close the distance. Wrapping my arms around his neck, closing the distance; feeling everything around me disappear. He softly placed his hands on my waist, closing any distance between our bodies. His touch made my breath hitch and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue past my lips. The unknown feeling further weakened me. My body betrayed me; letting a moan slip past my lips and travel into his, unintentionally sending a chill down his spine. The way the kiss gradually became more and more heated made my lust flow down forming a river in the cloth that covered my passion. Running his hands up and down my body sensually caused my legs to betray me; he wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, catching me when I began to fall. Regaining my balance, with his help, he turned me back to face the mirror, pressing my back to his front once again. His mouth explored my neck, licking, sucking and biting, drawing moans from within as my breathing uncontrollably increased. Running his hands over every curve, holding me, caressing me, peeling off the dress that hugged me and letting it fall. My panties being the only clothing left clinging to my hips. Relaxing against him; feeling his hand leading a path down to my throbbing passion. 

When his fingers slipped past the hem of my panties and made contact with my clit, I gasped sharply, throwing my head back against him. I reached to pull him closer, feeling him smile against me. “Have you ever been touched here, sweetheart?” He questioned, tracing his fingertips through my slit, my lust coating them. “Have you, darlin’?” He said into my ear, pinching my clit. “No.” I moaned breathlessly loud.

“How does that feel, baby?” He soothingly circled my clit. I whimpered in response, biting my lip. He placed his other hand around my throat and squeezed lightly. I slightly tensed as my moans became louder. “Relax babe. Tell me how that feels, love.” He coaxed, making shoulders return to their resting position. “So good, baby.” I whimpered, gripping at him. I realized he was still clothed; that wasn’t going to fly with me. I grabbed his wrists, removing his hands. I turned to him, removing his button up and wife beater, discarding them. I pushed him back against a wall and worked on his belt buckle. Unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Mumbling a spell, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his rock hard cock. Letting my magic radiate more intensely than the last time “Oh fuck me. Jesus Christ!” He groaned. I slipped my hand into his boxers and stroked his shaft slowly. “Fuckkk!” He dragged out through his teeth as I caressed his tip. “How does that feel, baby?” I asked, repeating him. “Ha. Very funny.” He hissed and looked up at the ceiling. “Tell me how it feels, love.” I whispered seductively in his ear. “Fuck you.” He groaned, closing his dark brown orbs. I chuckled lightly. I gasped when he abruptly picked me up, turning, and placing me onto the sink. “Not laughing now are you, love?” He wore a cocky smile upon his face.

I grabbed him and crashed our lips together. When I felt Rob’s tongue enter my mouth, butterflies erupted in my belly. I moaned as our tongues fought for dominance. He touched and caressed every part of my body. I grip him for dear life as I bask in the bliss of his affection. He reached down pulling my panties aside and guided his cock to my entrance. Our mouths parted as we gazed into each other's eyes. I nodded giving him a look of confirmation. He slowly pushed into me as we gasped simultaneously at the sensation. He buried his head in my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist as he bottomed out. He slowly pulled almost all the way out and gave long, slow strokes in and out of my dripping cunt. I moaned uncontrollably loud. He pulled back, placing his forehead on mine and flashed a smirk. “You like that don't ya’, love?” he chuckled. “Fuck you.” I slightly chuckled with a breathless whine. “As you wish, baby.” he pulled me closer to the edge of the sink. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my legs entrapped his waist.

He tightened his grip on me, making me moan from the affection. His stroke sped up. “Oh fuck!” I moaned breathlessly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “O- Occupied!” I shouted as clearly as I could. He chuckled. I placed my palm flat on his muscle ridden back and looked him right in his mud colored eyes. His body jerked, and his stroke slowed, savoring the feeling of ecstasy. He threw his head back. When his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed I knew exactly what he was feeling. My half lidded eyes watched as I received such a reaction out of him. “Look at me, baby.” I cupped his jaw.

I watched him slowly lower his head only to find him giving me a pleading look. Half lidded eyes, eyebrows furrowed, lip caught between his teeth. I whimpered, that look paired with his length dragging along my velvety walls was blissfully pleasant. I bit my lip, “Don't stop, love, please.” he begged, shaking his head. 

I placed both of my hands along the back of his shoulders, holding on to him. “Faster.” I whispered to him like a spell. He shivered and placed one of his hands on the mirror behind me and the other on the nape of my neck. His slow stroke turned fast paced. My eyes rolled back and I pulled my lip in between my teeth. 

He groaned as my nails left marks on his back. Power intensifying due to what I feel. Sending waves of energy throughout his body. My walls pulsed around him. “Bloody hell!” he gritted. His tip caressed that spot deep inside of me with every thrust. It drove me mad. The way he knew my body better than I did. “I’m close baby!” I moaned loudly. “You gonna’ come for me, love?” he whispered in my ear. "Yesss!" I whined. "Hold it for me baby." he grunted. "I can't!" I whimpered. He creeped his hand from the nape of my neck into my scalp. He grabbed a handful of my braids and pulled. "Oh my God! Don't stop!" I yelped. "You like that?" He grunted. I moaned loudly as a tear threatened to fall. I was in ecstasy. "I know baby. I know." He grunted quickening his pace. He licked a path up my pulse.

He made me look him in his eyes, “You feel so good, baby. Fuck!” He gritted breathlessly. “I’m close baby.” His strokes faltered as I felt him twitching inside me. “Cum for me baby. Let it out.” He coaxed. He reached to rub circles over my cunt. I felt the knot unravel, I held him as close to me as possible. My legs shook as I came, screaming and scratching at his shoulders. A tear falling from my eyes.

As intense as the feeling was, the strength of my magic increased as well. “Fuckkkk Nova!” He released an elongated groan, squeezing me. He latches his teeth onto my shoulder making me whimper as I felt ropes of his hot cum shoot into me.

As we came down from our high, we caught our breath. I rested my head on his shoulder, exhausted. I whimpered, my legs shaking uncontrollably. He chuckled. I was ready to go to sleep. He slowly slipped away causing me to whine from the loss of fullness and warmth. He cleaned us up and picked up our clothes. He helped me redress and did the same for himself. He stood between my legs again. He rubbed my sides.

“You alright there, love?” He asked with a grin. “Yeah.” I sighed deeply. “That was amazing.” He chuckled softly, placing his forehead on mine. I laughed breathily, “Yes it was.” I embraced him and placed my lips on his. When our lips made contact, butterflies filled my stomach.

“Can you help me down, please? We still got a mission to finish.” I chuckled. He held my waist and lifted me off the sink. “Got it?” He asked. I nodded and began walking toward the door, only to stumble. Rob was right there to catch me. “You sure you got it?” He laughed. I hit his chest, “Don’t laugh at me. I just… need a little assistance.” I said giggling. “Uh huh. A little assistance. I think that’s a bit of an understatement, love.” He shook his head. “Whatever. Let’s get back to work.” I rolled my eyes as he helped me to the door. He unlocked it and we walked out.

We walked past people who were glaring at us because they were waiting to use the restroom. The team was eyeing us from around the room. Their smirks and knowing expressions made feel uncomfortable. I hated being the center of attention. We spotted Thinker, and it was back to the matter at hand.

[daisy-01-blog]

Crazy! (Modern! Hisoka x fem! Reader) smut

 A/N: I think my wisdom tooth removal makes me not think clearly lmao. For my followers, I’ll still be writing JJK content so don’t worry about it! I’m just trying something out. 

SMUT

MINORS DNI 

Hisoka is a deranged man, maybe more than that. And everyone knows that.

Being a Yakuza isn’t a small feat. Feared and admired, he’s untouchable. Even the law can’t touch him. He is just simply the strongest. 

People question his weird choice of attire, dressing as a clown. Surely a Yakuza could be more sophisticated than that right? but he’s insane. No one dared to look at him. 

Some say that he’s a coward, hiding under the pretense of Yakuza to kill people. But no one dared to go his way. And he has a sickly pleasure in knowing that people feared him.

Some people try to fight him, but all of them just ended up dead at the spot. He didn’t have a guard at his house, and didn't even need to. He will kill them all, it gives him thrill although weak mutts like them only give him a small amount of so. He’s gonna have to go on a killing spree again.

 ***

“Can you believe it? he killed 30 people last night” your friend murmur.

“that psycho, shouldn’t the law do something about this?” You said nothing as you continued your report.

You just simply don’t care, a part of you try to convince yourself it’s because you work in this type of field-as a journalist.

But part of you also know that this is who you really are. A cold hearted bitch.

Your friend calls your name and you have to pretend like you care. “You do know that the law can’t do anything about him” you told her and she sighs.

 You finished your report “do you think one of us will be able to interview him?” you asked her.

 She shrugs “I don’t know, he scares me” 

You pursed your lips, you have been sending email to him countless times.

To interview him about his killing spree. It doesn’t even have to make sense, you need him to talk and being recorded. Hisoka never wants to be interviewed. Paparazzi never follow him, because they will be dead if they do so. 

Not only will you be promoted, your company will skyrocket if you’re able to interview him. So you will do anything to have this. 

***

You’re able to get onto his ridiculously huge house (mansion) and you knock on his door.

 He opens the door with a smug smirk “hello” he’s handsome, but you think it’s weird to have that painting on his face.

 “I’m a journalist and I’m here to interview you” you mutter, you bring a camera and a recorder. Also your card. 

He smirks “you do know journalists have to go through my e-mail yeah?” He wears ridiculous suits with polka dots. But he looks handsome with his hair slicked back. 

You sighed “I’ve tried a hundred times, but you didn’t answer any of them” you mutter. 

He grins, and it’s maniacal “then maybe it’s your cue to leave” he mutters. 

You’re filled with fear, but capitalism wins again “I won’t leave” you said. 

“I’ll kill you” he whispers “twist your pretty neck and you’d be dead” he coos creepily. 

You grit your teeth “please” you said “you can kill me after” you know he wouldn’t. 

He cocks his head “oh? that so?” he murmurs.

You nodded “I have a proposition” you muttered. 

He grins “come inside” 

***

The inside of his room is dull, and you’re not surprised. Black and white furniture but pink couch. He has an odd taste. 

“Sit down” he mutters “what is your proposition?” he tilts his head. 

You stare at him “let me interview you, and I’ll let you fuck me” 

He cackles loudly, then he grins maniacally “are you that confident you’ll satisfy me, sweetheart?” he mutters. 

You gulp “I’ll try” 

He grins “I won’t be satisfied with only one round” he told you “I have great stamina” 

You stare at him “I’ll be okay” you mutter. 

He grins “suit yourself” 

***

You make sure the camera is on, then you turn on your recorder. “Good day, mr. Hisoka” you mutter to him. “Good day” he grins, and you feel very nervous all of the sudden.

You make sure you’re in frame as well.

 “I’ll cut straight to the chase” you said to him “why did you kill the 30 people?” you asked him. 

He grins sadistically “I was bored” he murmurs

“I went on a killing spree once a month to satiate my bloodlust” 

“Why once a month?” you asked him. He shrugs “just feel like it” he mutters ambiguously and you know that’s the closest thing you can get on that question.

 “What do you feel when you kill people?” you asked him. 

He grins “thrill” he mutters “the stronger the people are, the more I feel the thrill” You try calm your nerves down even though he can kill you anytime here

“do you feel regret about your victims?” He cackles “no” he mutters “never even cross my mind”

 After half an hour, the interview ends and you turn off your camera and recorder. 

He grins “strip” You gulped, as you do so. 

***

You shudder as he slurps and lap your pussy, shaking your hips as his long tongue toys with it. 

“Has been a long time” he mutters, muffled as he licks and lap your pussy. You shudder as you splurt. 

He didn’t stop kissing and making out with your pussy, you moan as you cum again. 

You mewl as he fingers you roughly, grinning “you look blissed out” he coos teasingly. You moan as his long veiny fingers move in and out of you, the squelching sounds mewling loudly.

This is the hand he used to kill people, but it turns you on knowing so. He grins as you splurt.

You gasp when he unzips his pants, showing his huge cock-pink and all veiny. You gulped. His cock nudge your pussy as you moan, he grins “not backing down?” he teased you and you think of doing so. It’s too big. 

But you shook your head, and he grins as he plows your pussy roughly-he grunts at how tight it is. He wastes no time as his cock abuses your pussy “shit” he curses as you moan in delight. 

He grins "too fucked out to think aren't you?" He plows you harder as you squeal in pleasure. His cock is too good in you. 

You moan as his cock scrape your gummy walls, you shudder as he grunts and plow it-his bed creaked as the squelching noises fill the room. "So sloppy" he grunts "you feel like a virgin" with that he splurts inside you.

You pant in bliss as he grins

"another round" 

***

You get recognition and instant promotion after what happened with that clip you submitted. You get praises anywhere since Hisoka is untouchable.

"How did you do it?" Someone asked in amazement.

Your thighs shake from what happened-from the many rounds.

"Luck, I suppose" you manage a smile.

[superego-imagines]

OMG it was so nice to read about your blog! I'm on my knees praying to you like a god for some Polka-dot man x reader headcanons. preferably romantic or smut (whatever you feel comfortable writing) I just wanna give him the love he deserves <3

((He's my fucking MAAAAAAAN! I'm so glad other people like him!

Polka-Dot Man Relationship Headcanons SFW + NSFW

SFW Headcanons

So I’m not going to get too into the weeds of how you guys got together because I already covered that in OT3 fic. But suffice is to say that it’s gotta be slow-burn friends to lovers 30k words 40 chapters. So when you finally do start dating you’re already pretty comfortable with each other. In a lot of ways that makes things easy. But knowing when to take it slow and how exactly to transition your relationship from a platonic one to a non-platonic one takes time. You spend the first week or so dancing around each other trying to bait the other into making first moves, like him nudging his hand against yours during a movie, or you leaning in so you can “get rid of an eyelash”. Eventually he breaks and asks to hold your hand and you both hopefully learn that you have to use your words to get what you want!

Living with the virus outside Belle Reeves is difficult. He can’t go more than six hours before the initial symptoms start to show. There's very few safe places for him to expel his dots without major property damage. The safest option, albeit not the most environmentally friendly, is a backyard or a private place in a local park. Anywhere where large amounts of matter can be displaced with little damage to infrastructure. Maybe you can cut a deal with the city's waste management department lol. There's also the physical side effect. As much as he desperately wants to fit in, it can be hard when there's a big glowing hazard sign threatening to burst out of his face. It can make going out in public anxiety-producing, which doesn’t help anything. He was given a more subtle power dampening collar as part of his parole. This helps him sleep through the night but comes with its own unpleasant side effects like headaches and nausea. Not to mention that any sort of medical equipment or restraints are mildly triggering. Like a lot of chronic/long term medical problems, there's no easy fix, you just have to establish care plans, stick to what works and try to be patient when things don't work out.

For related and unrelated reasons, dates can be kind of hard. So many years of only seeing the same four walls until eventually seeing a different same four walls have left him desperate for any and every experience he can. But that can easily swing back the other direction, leaving him overstimulated from all of the noise and bright lights and people all bearing the face that haunts him. He wants to do all the things he could only read about in books or watch on TV when he was younger. He wants to try new foods and go to new places and just have fun for once. But sometimes it’s just too much, especially in particularly loud, crowded, or otherwise overwhelming places. And then that leads to a new wave of frustration and anxiety because he wants so badly to do normal couple things with you but it feels like he always ruins it. He doesn’t of course but it’s hard to not feel frustrated. Though that isn’t to say there aren't plenty of fun things to do together, you just have to work your way up to the big stuff. His favorite date you’ve been on was probably the trip to the aquarium. It was so beautiful and peaceful! Although he did insist that you just move on past the Echinoderm exhibit. Also fun pseudo/at-home dates include Mystery Meal Nights in which you try to find a new take-out place or at least a new food from one of the classics. And, while he won’t instigate it, he does really like dancing with you. He likes it in general, but unless he’s mildly to majorly drunk he won’t dance in public. So you can have little living room dance parties with just the two of you~ He doesn’t dance particularly well, but that just makes it more fun. Dance comes from the heart and that, he has plenty of.

So sort of paralleling the sensory issues I’ve already mentioned. He is simultaneously extremely touch-starved and desperate for affection, but will also sort of out of nowhere get touched-out and just kind of need space. For the first half of his life he was pretty much exclusively around family, and then was put into solitary for most of the rest of it. And now he has you! Someone he loves so so much and wants to hug and kiss and cuddle and all the other things boyfriends are supposed to do. Sometimes it’s just still too foreign and overwhelming, although the longer you two date, the easier it gets and the less often these moments occur. But on the flipside, when he does feel touchy, he might as well be made of Velcro. Every time you cross a new line of acceptable relationship behavior (hand-holding, kissing, etc.), he just adds that to the list of things he’s constantly trying to do. Sometimes he’s just so happy it doesn’t feel real, like he’s going to wake up and it will all be some crazy dream. Nothing in his real life could actually be this nice. He doesn’t articulate it when he feels like that, but you’ll know it by the way his breath shudders when he holds you close, or he holds you extra tight, murmuring an apology in your ear but not letting go. Not yet. Just in case.

NSFW Headcanons

(Under the Cut)

So related to the above, that touch starvation definitely translates sexually. While he eventually mellows out, especially early on in the relationship there's a sort of barely restrained desperation in everything he does. He doesn't ever instigate or suggest something new but the second you suggest or okay something he jumps on it. He just doesn't want to scare you off or push you, even if you want him just as badly. Whenever you're making out, he tries to press as close to you as humanly possible. His kisses are uncoordinated and a little sloppy but his eagerness is sexy in its own right. He's just been so pent up with no outlet or even privacy until now. And he was pining after you for so long. Can you blame him for trying to make up for lost time?

This man is sooooo desperate to please. He's just head over heels in love with you. You've brought so much joy and love to his life, he wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you. (At a less sexy time, it'd probably be good to talk with him about that feeling of debt and how you love him for who he is, not what he can do for you. But that’s a whole other demon.) So that being said, he’s pretty flexible. While he’s not exactly adventurous, he is open to suggestions. If you want him to take charge, he’ll do his best! Or he’s happy to follow instructions and let you take the lead. Service-Vers. Though, while he’d never ask for it because pleasing you is at the forefront, he’d really enjoy getting to be a pillow prince every once in a while. Just smothered in affection while you take care of everything and spoil him. He’d probably die of happiness.

To be perfectly honest, he’s pretty vanilla. But that’s not a bad thing! He likes gentle, romantic love-making in a bed with the lights dimmed. While he’s not opposed, per say, to trying something new every once in a while, he doesn’t really need anything other than you to make him happy. No matter how many times you two have sex it never gets old or feels less special. If anything it just gets better the more familiar and comfortable he becomes with your body and his own. He likes missionary best but is also a fan of really any position where he can hold you close and see/kiss your face. The one sort of kink he has is praise, though I’d argue everyone likes praise a little. Please tell him how he’s doing and how good you’re feeling. That he’s handsome and good and most of all: that you love him~ He never gets tired of hearing you say it~

[onlyseokmins]

Joshua Hong Fic Recs — onlyseokmins edition 🔞

Full disclaimer, I cheated and just went through my #ez.reads tag so I suppose I will make other member's this way if people want me to and continue to add stories when I have the time! These can all be found under my Joshua tag however pls note these are specially Joshua ONLY and do not include stories that feature other members and are ALL SMUT so minors dni! Finally, don't forget to give these writers some well-deserved love, gratitude, appreciation, and a reblog 💖 I promise I'll read more shua fics jskdkdjd

@onlymingyus

imagine

@venerex

Got It Bad

11:42

23:41

Polka-Dots

Strawberry

@httplastic

Missed Me?

@peachybun-bun

Wound Up

@wonwussy

Perfect Gentleman

@heartkyeom

Fine Line

@jeongwife

imagine

@shuacore

imagine

@duhnova

Steamy

@wonuhour

Soft Hotel Hours

Boyfriend Headcanons

@multi-kpop-fanfics

Fall From Grace

Deer Hybrid

@seungkwansphd

Sit Down

@bitchlessdino

Plush

@cheolism

Gentlemen Do It In Cars

@onlyhuis

Cranberry Concoctions

@hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Clothes Make the Man

[garnetea]

elysian rain

who itachi uchiha x black! male y/n. length 3.7k words. byr mature/smut!, black male! reader, he/they pronouns, gay relationship obvi, fluff and smut, rainy date, pottery ouu, body kisses, some y/n praise, implied love making, and third person.

leman's letter! this shit was fun to write, it's just mad oldddd. this's a re-post and i’m still proud of it *wipes tears*; male reader representation!!

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The weather was rudely unpredictable, choosing this lovely day to perform an obnoxious tantrum against Y/n and Itachi’s wide window panes. The sky was a clear shade of blue just this morning, the only feature to align with its welcoming color being the white smears of clouds and specs of flocking birds towards north. Though now those clouds were much less white than grey, and the once clear blue sky was nothing but a murky dark shade to reciprocate the dreary weather. So much for that cute picnic date the couple had planned. It was undoubtedly a dispiriting fact that they were forcibly stuck in this fuck ass apartment; disclosed from the damp air and muddy puddles encroaching the rest of the city.  

  “Mtch, Itachi?” Y/n called, rolling over on the couch with aggravation as he stretched. He faced his boyfriend, Itachi, from across the living room with a sigh of boredom. The dark haired man glanced up at him from where he was sitting, strings of hair escaping his respective ponytail and tickling the divine frame of his feminine features. In that peaceful spot by the window with his cozy rocking chair, a new novel he recently picked up laying idly on his covered lap.

  “What is it, Y/n?” Itachi’s voice was similar to a mumble, being so far away, but Y/n could hear the usual gentle tone of his deep voice. His eyes were as attentive as always, analyzing Y/n’s annoyed expression and dramatic position laid out on the couch. From the way his limbs flopped over the arm and back of the furniture, it was clear that the cancellation of today’s romantic plans was wearing him down. He couldn’t even fish out the energy to shift across the coffee table and grab the remote. Instead, he laid there with nothing to stimulate him but the clashing of rain against the glass and the low rumbling of the dryer in the distant laundry room.

  “What type of date is this, bro?” Y/n complained, dull disinterest teeming from his plain tone. It was painfully obvious that on such a dreary day there wasn’t much the couple could do, but damn was this nigga bored beyond recognition. He pondered on what happened to their neatly packed basket and folded polka dot blanket. The strawberries sprinkled in sugar and packed away in the fridge, and the expensive cheesecake he went to the trouble of buying. Was it all for nothing? No, they could reschedule for another day, without a doubt- but Y/n was still a bit vexed about the situation. “Man, at this point I’m boutta k-,”

  “Y/n.” With a glare slimly present, he spoke- but Itachi did more than simply call out his lover’s name. As a follow up, he sighed and stood from his seat, stretching his arms out and placing his book neatly on the coffee table. The glittery feeling of responsibility to lighten your bitter mood seemed to have a hold on his actions. “I told you to stop kidding like that." 

  The knitted blanket once draped over his lap was in a bundled heap at his feet, and he held a relaxed demeanor as he stepped over it’s mountain-like appearance.  Itachi then walked past the living room to the narrow hallway without another word, disappearing into the other side of the lavishly sized apartment. Though Y/n was too uninterested to get up and follow his boyfriends figure as he usually did, finding it unfavorable to act like a lost puppy on such an irritating day. All he wanted was to pamper Itachi for once, the man was always being the gentleman of the relationship. For once, Y/n wanted to be the one to hold open the door, or to make his plate for him. Of all days for a downpour to devour this glistening city of buildings and street lights, it just had to be today.

  A few minutes later, Itachi’s presence had returned to Y/n’s active acknowledgment. His thin, well built figure had re-entered the room with an armful of familiar looking supplies. If Y/n couldn’t see the small Pottery wheel under Itachi’s arm, they would’ve still known what his boyfriend was planning to entertain him with. Simply because the nostalgic smell of clay was now prominently befalling against the once cream vanilla scented living room.

  Rather than let Y/n ask any questions, Itachi proceeded to make his way back down the hall, returning a few more times with more pottery supplies. Y/n sat up on the couch, finding amusement in watching everything be prepared so neatly. The sheet beneath the table to prevent any messes, the needles and wooden modeling tools, they were all aligned in their respective places on the coffee table. 

  It wasn’t until everything was in order that Itachi finally decided to speak again, standing before Y/n with his thin hand stretched out to greet his lover. A hand that, of course, Y/n found no resistance in accepting; idiotic giggles escaping his tittering smile as he moved to the spot on the floor. "Today we can do pottery.” Itachi decided calmly, finding a comfortable seat beside you on the floor. “Then, tomorrow we can pick flowers to fill our vases. Alright?”

  To say Y/n was congested with a sense of contentment and benevolent affection was a bit more than an understatement, though he did his best to remain composed. Other than the gratified smile protruding across his brown lips, they appeared to be primarily unfazed by their boyfriends kind actions. “That sounds nice, Itachi.” He agreed softly through their upturned lips, placing a hand over Itachi’s on the floor and leaning upwards with an obvious intent. Y/n pressed a feebly gentle kiss to Itachi’s cheek to express his appreciation, resisting the urge to tackle the man and instead shower him in butterfly kisses. Oh what an urge that was, but they did well to hold their composure as he added a genuine, “Thank you.” before leaning back into his respective spot.

  Itachi closed his eyes in sweet acceptance, letting out a soft “Hm..” as he held no resistance against the gentle smile greeting his lonesome lips. In the back of his mind, he’d hoped his boyfriend would take this opportunity to douse every inch of his face with peppered kisses, as he usually would. He expected the orange sulfur and monarchs in the center of his slim stomach to expand and throw a fit, azalea and daffodil’s blossoming in his chest as they’d done when the men first met. In fact, he might’ve even been looking forward to it. But of course with little hesitation, he deemed this as being  a bit needy, pushing his subconscious desires elsewhere. Itachi instead directed his attention to the navy blue pottery wheel in front of him, deciding it was paramount to not keep his beloved waiting.

  Y/n watched in wait of some form of directions as Itachi took a grey piece of clay from the supplies, handing a palm sized chunk to Y/n and began forming his own into the necessary shape. Not knowing much about pottery himself, Y/n cleared his throat awkwardly and followed their boyfriends actions- taking it as a nonverbal instruction. Once both pieces of clay were in a gumdrop shape and the couple’s hands were besmeared with grey, Itachi plopped his on the wheel and began patting it down in order for it to stick to the center board. A necessary first step it seemed to be since he was sure to really hit  the poor clay before he began modeling it into what would soon be a pot.

  “Once I’m finished with mine, we can do yours.” He assured, taking notice of Y/n glancing at him and the wheel with clear uncertainty. Between his own lump of clay, Itachi’s, and the wheel, there was an ambivalent question mark stapled across his expression, and it didn’t take a genius to notice- although Itachi sure was one. Therefore, Itachi calmly reassured him with, “It won’t take long." 

  Though Y/n didn’t swallow this response as he intended him to. "No, no! You’re good, I just don’t want mine to dry before I start.” Y/n admitted genuinely. He figured if he didn’t make the block into something soon, it would dry and be harder to use- not to mention it would be wasteful. Regardless of his theories, he had no reason to fear. Itachi was experienced, this being his hobby and all, and knew well that it wouldn’t harden as long as some water was kept in contact. Therefore, he sped up the pottery wheel and dipped his hand in the nearby bucket of water before beginning the messy process of his masterpiece.

  “If you keep your hands wet as you hold it, it won’t dry.” Itachi informed, holding his focus on the spiraling grey piece as it pulled its length up similarly to the extensive frame of a building. Y/n couldn’t even form a response as his attention found more interest in watching the satisfying build up of the smooth material, coating Itachi’s slender fingers with every change of shape. It transformed from a sphere to a tower, then it was flattened midway and given a hole in its center. It resembled an odd cup, or a stubby volcano, but somehow Y/n still found it more impressive than he let his unfazed facial expression let on. 

  Itachi found tranquility in his pottery, it could be referred to as something like his desired, irenic haven. Which would have to be why he found himself paying no mind to the compliments Y/n couldn’t help but adorn him in. It wasn’t until he heard the sweet adjective “pretty” that he tuned in, hoping he hadn’t missed anything vitally blush inducing while he was drowning in those imaginative thoughts of ceramics and porcelain. 

  “I mean, you look pretty too, but I’m talkin’ about the clay right now.” Y/n corrected himself, leaning in closer to get a better look at the details enveloping itachi’s fingers. The thick, viscid pieces of clay sticking and smearing across his fingers as he dug the two pointers into the middle of the block; spreading the spinning walls apart to make a wide opening as you’d see in a pot. Then, with one of the nearby sponges he’d brought out, Itachi began smoothing down the inside of the unfinished creation as well as the outside, pressing a bit harder on the petal so the wheel would spin at a temporarily accelerated pace. It was truly a satisfying process that made Y/n consider taking more interest in his boyfriends artistic hobby- though it was messy. This would have to be an activity solely for when his nails were bare and ready to be temporarily filthy, because goodness was it clinging to Itachi’s under nail like a star fish on glass. 

  Not long after he smoothed the sides and evened out the length, Itachi slowed the wheel down to an immediate halt. “Is.. Oh, that’s it?” Y/n asked with fascination, quickly tugging himself away from the dedicated entrance he found himself in.

  Itachi told him that that indeed was it, it wasn’t too difficult a process; it simply takes practice to make a good piece. So with that, he quickly cleaned off the wheel with the sponge and peeked over at Y/n, awaiting some form of response. Maybe a “Ight, so it’s my turn now”, like he’d usually say, brimming with self confidence and natural optimism. Alas, there was nothing of the sort to greet Itachi’s sanguine expression, Y/n was as quiet as a mouse… It was apparent that his attention was held entirely too well during the process. So much that he didn’t hear the minor instructions Itachi had mumbled to him as he fixed the undeveloped pot. Hence the confusion on the man’s face as Itachi slid the pottery wheel towards him, expecting him to slap on his clay and get started. 

  “Itachi, you know I don’t know much about pottery…” Y/n began, pursing his lips and glancing between the wheel and their boyfriend’s deadpanned expression. Itachi didn’t even bother forming a response, he refused to repeat himself simply because Y/n wasn’t as attentive as he should’ve been. When the awkward silence became entirely too much to bare, Y/n simply said “fuck it” and slapped the clay on the center of the wheel. “Now don’t be mad if mine looks better than yours, shit just comes naturally." 

  Such confidence was almost comedic, the man clearly didn’t have a thorough understanding of what he was doing. Slightly pushing on the petal before lifting back off when the quick acceleration caught him off guard. Had they forgotten how they attentively observed Itachi follow each step within the past six minutes? Surely that must’ve been the case, because by now Itachi was sighing as a way to cope with the horridly taunting chuckle threatening to befall his pretty lips.

  Without a word to announce his next course of action, Itachi adjusted from his respective seat at Y/n’s left; instead, moving to the back of the man’s struggling figure. "Come on, Y/n. Were you not watching?” Itachi inquired calmly and knowingly against Y/n’s neck, leaning his chest against his back and innocently pressing his covered crotch to his boyfriends ass. Of course, this was genuine innocence, he was only placing his knees on either side of his boyfriend’s calves in order to help him make this pot. He was in no way trying to provoke anything sexual. If anything, he was promoting a moment of intimate romance in replacement of today’s scheduled picnic, the weather being so intrusive and all. Though regardless of his motives, the position was clearly a bit… less than decent, or at least less than “innocent”. And Y/n wasn’t a dense dumbass, he knew quite well what this looked like- or rather what this felt like.

  He managed to clear his throat and re-dip his hands in the bucket of water along with Itachi, swearing that he was paying attention. He was just a bit forgetful that was all. The exact details seemed to slip his mind, replacing his vital memories with the pale details of Itachi’s clay covered finger tips and palms. Though he’d be too awkward and embarrassed to openly confess this to Itachi, the reason as to why he knew not a thing about how to start this shit. Therefore, he decided to simply move on and let Itachi show him the ropes. 

  It was a gentle, warm feeling- almost ticklish, and surely sensually memorable, as Itachi maneuvered his arms to comfortably guide Y/n’s fingers around the thick clay. Both hands drenched in water, the droplets landing on the surface below as it began to accelerate and rotate in place. The low whirl it vibrating through the air wasn’t as relevant or noticeable as a fly when Y/n had this fluttering feeling contorting through his abdomen. Delicate panzica and rare begonia building up in the pit of his stomach before blossoming politely in his amiable chest. Itachi’s fingers were soft and slender as they linked with Y/n’s, and both of them- or more Y/n than Itachi- were doing their utmost best to remain composed regardless of the warmly heart rate surging contact. The constant shifting in place, Y/n squeezing his thighs together with an awkward sense of sexual anticipation and intimacy draping itself naturally around his fuzzed head space.

  “Am I- Uh, we doin’ it right?” Y/n inquired, mentally cussing at himself for stumbling so doltishly over his simple question. He was just too focused on the gliding of Itachi’s fingers between his, so much that he struggled to piece together audibly literate words. The delicate interlacing of their skin with the wet clay, only interrupting the messy labyrinth to dip their hands in more room temp water. It was impossibly euphoric and held no effort in encasing Y/n’s rib cage with silky cirrus and suffocating cumulus. 

Itachi was extremely talented, it was obvious that he knew what he was doing, especially when it came to art. Nevertheless, he responded to his boyfriends query, simply because it was considered rude not to. Not to mention that he too was beginning to sense the desperate shared heat for sexual pleasure, but was striving with every morally correct thought to deny such impulses. Today was meant to be purely peaceful and virtuously winsome; containing nothing as inappropriate as what his intricate subconscious was concocting.

  “Yes, you’re doing just fine, Y/n. Shape it with my hands, like this.” Itachi replied in what felt like a butterfly’s hushed tone. His lips unintentionally tickled Y/n’s shoulder as he spoke, the bare brown skin slipping desperately from the white tee all on its own. Tempting and taunting Itachi like a pretty Rosary Pea, one he knew he shouldn’t touch for it was doused in sweet beguiling poison. The bottom line of reality is that no man is perfect, and this naturally charming person sitting before Itachi was indeed, if nothing else, his. Who was he to deny himself such gestures  for someone he desperately adored and, in fact, was his? Thus, when he suddenly lost interest in maintaining pressure on the acceleration pedal, and when he finally grew bored of this growing tension between the two warm bodies, no one could blame him for how his hands ventured bluntly up Y/n’s shirt. The smears of cold clay on the other male’s torso and chest surprising them, a soft gasp escaping their lips brimming with staggering pleasure and satisfaction.

  Itachi discarded all of his care and consideration for his boyfriend’s clean tee shirt. He found no time to go wash his hands first, surely Y/n would understand that he held more value than a simple tee shirt. That he, unlike the cotton material, held needs and wants and elysian desires. Especially since this was out of complete adoration and affection for his beloved boyfriend, the one he loved with every piece of him. 

  Without a word, Itachi gently placed his lips onto Y/n’s naturally warm shoulder, fluttering sensitive kisses across the soft brown skin before him. His eyelashes tickling just at their blade, sending teasing butterflies through their chest and stomach, the parts of him that had already blossomed with fondness for Itachi’s sudden change in action.

  “Itachi?.. You alright?” He asked, in a silky tone of honey dewed benevolence. He was informed that Itachi was more than alright from the way he exhaled through his nose in response, light breaths warming Y/n’s goosebump traced skin. Though still, he expected a response even as Itachi found it imperative to gently dig his finger tips into the skin of Y/n’s abdomen; gliding the slender digits across the skin with a scintilla of tranquility gifted by clouds. His kisses only became more sensual and- dare one be honest- messy as Y/n moved their neck to the side in amusement. Both sets of eye lids flutter in acceptance to these emotions, impure and all, as the poisonous flowers of Rosary Pea and Oleander dominate their united and scandalously intimate actions. 

  “I don’t mean to act so intrusively..” Itachi noted in an apologetic voice, though he still failed to reduce the actions of his clay drenched fingers across Y/n’s skin. The impulsive suggestions his head- or maybe his crotch, were tempting him to continue couldn’t be explained well with words. Which gives reason to why he didn’t bother, he simply did; and Y/n found no urge to stop befalling his current state. His only responses were the gasps of breath he fell into, and agape lips he licked between those inhales and exhales. 

  Two warm bodies, delicate fingers tracing Y/n’s skin with care, Itachi’s lips suctioning lightly despite being heavily drenched with addictive inhales and delicate saliva. Before Y/n knew it, he was spewing noises he didn’t know could escape his chest so facilely. Noises that even Itachi, as attentive and intuitive as he was, didn’t expect to greet him so tactlessly. Mere milliseconds later, those same muffled sounds were persuading Y/n’s hands to find Itachi’s, reenacting the intertwining of their messy fingers as they’d recently connected between the forgotten lump of clay. Without shame or caution, he guides Itachi’s palm further past his torso. Pressing it towards the growing distraction in his pajama pants, which clung to his milk chocolate brown hips with little to no responsibility; exposing his v line more with every pitiful air hump he commits.

  Y/n mumbles in an affable, sultry tone beyond the suppressed moans and exhales of his built up arousal. “Whatever’s gotten into you today..” Before moving his unoccupied hand to Itachi’s sweatpant covered thigh, holding a firm grip on it as he hears his lover’s lips unclasp from his abused and drenched shoulder. Neither of them release his hands, nor their positions, as Y/n skews his line of vision to Itachi’s expression; light spurs of rose petal pink prickling and glistening across the man’s light cheeks and the tip of his nose. Y/n dares to speak while analyzing, in awe, such a gloriously handsome- no, divine front, and his lips curl into what one would call a grin as he leans in impossibly closer. “Don’t stop.”

  And at that moment, as the never ending downpour imprisoning the glistening city in murky puddles finally came to a close, Y/n and Itachi found themselves in an artistically divine portrait of doves and pearly whites. Clinging to one another desperately as they passionately shared their pure adoration and seraphic, intimate reverence for one another. Smears of clay and forgotten boredom confining the two men to sloppy kisses and unfeigned compliments. A sweet “Handsome” and an irrepressible “I love you” lugging the acts of intimacy to a solar level of buoyant roses and vanilla extract. Even Aphrodite herself found it imperative to simper and fan herself, for these two were so terribly enveloped in one another’s features of perfection, it was adorably laughable. It seems one could presume that sometimes the convivial things in life aren’t derived from the long-winded, tedious plans we construct. Maybe it’s stupidly less arduous to find pleasure in creating a pot- preferably with Itachi Uchiha on a rainy Saturday afternoon.

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