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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 5 months ago

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Just a little distraction

Pairing: JJ x Pope x fem!reader

Summary: You admit that you can't get into oral because you always overthink it. JJ suggests you might just need to be distracted.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (male & female receiving), threesome

Based on Oral Exam by drcjsnider.

JJ put the joint between your parted lips.

"Beer me, Pope" he hooted, too loudly, at Pope who was sitting in the lounge chair next to the beer cooler on the porch of the Chateau.

Pope tossed both you and JJ a beer.

You had been lounging on the porch of the Chateau all morning, slowly getting stoned and slowly getting drunk. Once again, you guys had landed on your favourite topic of conversation: your sex lives. Or, lately, sadly, the lack thereof.

You took a long drag from the joint and sighed "God, I just really wanna get laid..."

Immediately you felt JJ scooch closer to you. "Y'know..."

"In your dreams, Maybank," you laughed.

"And it's not just getting laid, really, I mean that's the easy part..."

"Speak for yourself," Pope interrupted with a pained grin.

You and JJ giggled. "... it's finding a guy that can get me to cum that's harder."

Pope coughed out the smoke he was trying to inhale rolled over onto his stomach. JJ just grinned. "Oooh, we're getting to the good stuff now. All those mainlanders weren't up to the task, huh?"

"Not a single one of them."

"Wait so you never..." Pope trailed of at the end of his sentence.

"Not with anyone else present," you rolled your eyes.

"That's really hot," JJ smirked.

"And really sad," Pope added.

"Isn't it?" You sighed.

"So, like, none of these tools could get you to cum? Not even from oral?"

You grimaced "Nope. And I don't really like oral anyways."

"What?! Okay, how can you not like someone going down on you? It's like the best thing in the world?"

"Yeah, like you'd know." JJ chucked an empty beer can at Pope.

"I don't know. I just can't relax, y'know? I can't turn my brain off. I'm just constantly overthinking everything. I, like, need someone there to relax me or something."

"Looks like you were wrong JJ, now we're getting to the good stuff," Pope smirked.

You laughed. "I didn't mean it like that," you hit Pope on the arm playfully, "then again... It might not be the worst idea. If it means I finally get an orgasm, I'm all for it."

"Y'know..." JJ's fingers traced over your stomach. You tried to hide how his touch made your breath catch in your throat. "JJ..." You sighed. "I'm serious, Y/n. You not being able to enjoy someone going down on you is a travesty. It must be remedied at all costs, right Pope?"

"I hate to admit it, but JJ does have a point."

"Okay, so what exactly are you suggesting? You saying that you two could give me an orgasm?"

"I mean, we're two able and very willing young men, aren't we Pope? I think we're up to the task."

It was Pope's hand on your knee that did it.

You were crazy for even considering it, you knew that. But Pope's fingers softly grazing your knee while JJ's were still tracing circles on your stomach set your insides on fire. They'd finally made you an offer you couldn't refuse.

"Are you two sure about this?"

Their eyes widened briefly, surprised that you'd actually agree to this, then they both nodded faster than lightning.

You turned to JJ, slowly pulling him in by the collar of his shirt and pressing your lips against his. JJ's arm was firm against your back, holding you close as he kissed you back. He kissed you like he spent his whole life waiting to, deeply, passionately, all in.

You pulled away from JJ and took Pope's hand, letting him pull you up to your feet so your bodies were touching. Running your hand along the side of his face before finally, achingly slowly, you leaned in and let your lips fall against his. Pope kissed you like he'd spent his life dreaming about you, drawn out and featherlight, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let's go inside," you smiled as you peeled yourself off of Pope, taking both boys by the hand and guiding them into the Chateau. As soon as you were inside, JJ tugged you against him again, his mouth heavily on yours. You let go of Pope's hand to instinctively tangle your hands in JJ's hair. JJ tapped the back of your thighs and you hopped up into his arm, your legs wrapping around his waist.

While JJ was all over you, you noticed that Pope had drawn back a little, always more hesitant than his best friend. You tossed your hair over your shoulder and beckoned for Pope to come closer. "Don't be shy."

You held out your hand. Pope took it and let you guide him closer to you. You put his hand on your waist and then tapped the crook of your neck slightly. "I want you to touch me, Pope." JJ groaned at your words and reclaimed your mouth with his as Pope's lips slowly touched your neck.

You nodded your head at their movements, spurring them on. Pope's lips made their way along your neck, his chest pressed up against your back. He was sucking at the tender spot below your ear as his hands started roaming over your hips. JJ's fingers were trailing patterns up the back of your thigh, his tongue exploring the insides of your mouth. It all felt incredible.

You let out a soft, whimpering moan and felt both their mouths quirk up into a smirk against your skin. JJ's hand hesitated slightly. You pulled back from his kiss and whispered against his lips. "It's okay, JJ, you can touch me." His hands moved to cup your ass. JJ gave you a squeeze. "God, do you know how many times I've wanted to grab that great ass of yours?" He groaned.

You suddenly noticed that Pope's hand was stroking the side of your stomach, his hand travelling down until he reached the top of your shorts. "May I?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded vigorously and his hand dipped into your pants. Pope's fingers trailed down to your folds, stroking you lightly. You moaned loudly as he started rubbing slow circles on your clit.

"JJ?" His questioning baby blue eyes immediately met yours. You snapped the strap of your bikini top. "Untie this, will you?"

He looked like a kid on Christmas morning as he pulled the strings of your swimsuit and watched as it dropped to the floor. For a brief moment, both boys stood staring at you in awe.

"Christ, you're gorgeous, Y/n." JJ cursed as he kissed his way down your neck. You let your head fall back on Pope's shoulder, who captured your lips again in an instant. Every doubt you'd had, had already faded away into the background. Your two best friends were already making you feel better than anyone else ever had.

Slowly, JJ put you down on the couch. Both him and Pope started trailing kisses down your body, covering every inch of you. JJ slipped your shorts down your legs as they kissed down your inner thighs. Instinctively, you pushed your knees together, not used to this much exposure.

"You alright?" Two soft pairs of concerned eyes met yours. God, how you loved them...

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Just, feel a little exposed, that's all." You felt the heat rise to your cheeks.

JJ looked between himself and his friend. "Pope and I are a little behind in that department. Want us to catch up?"

You nodded gladly. "Yes, please."

You'd seen them in next to no clothes so often, and yet your breath hitched in your throat as they stripped down to their underwear. You didn't appreciate it often enough how fine these boys really were.

You reached out your hands and ran them down their torsos. When you reached their boxers you gave both bands a snap, a tentative question in your smile. True to character, JJ pushed his shorts down with an almost obnoxious speed, while Pope was a lot shyer about it. Not that he had any reason to.

"You guys are gorgeous, you know that, right?" The sight of them practically had you salivating. "Look who's talking," JJ chuckled. "Yeah, Y/n... We're nothing compared to you," Pope's hungry look made your stomach twist. "Strongly disagree," you smiled. "Now, will someone please touch me again?"

You did not have to ask twice.

JJ's hands tangled in your hair as he pressed his lips down on yours. Pope's eyes caught yours as his fingers traced over the top of your underwear. You nodded and Pope slipped the fabric down your legs.

JJ's lips were once again making their way down your neck as Pope's were softly trailing up your thighs. You were all throaty moans as you squirmed underneath them. Pope's fingers found their way back to your clit, making you gasp.

You noticed that JJ had made his way down your body, now kneeling next to Pope. Wordlessly, Pope moved aside to let JJ take his place. Pope took over the assault on your neck and torso as JJ caught your eye, not unlike Pope had done mere minutes ago. Once again you nodded. JJ winked at you before he hooked your leg over his shoulder and flattened his tongue against your core.

Like always, your body tensed. This already felt so much better than it did with others, probably because you trusted JJ with your life, but even so, the sensation felt strange.

JJ's palms smoothed over your legs as he gave you some time to adjust to the feeling of his tongue against your skin.

"You sure you're good with this, Y/n? We can stop anytime you want to," he said when the tension didn't ease.

You shook your head quickly "I don't want you to stop."

JJ's smile could light up the entire cut. "Well, then you gotta relax, Y/n. Try not to be in your head so much. Don't focus on me or what I'm doing, just focus on Pope while I take care of you."

You nodded. Maybe he was right. You beckoned for Pope to come closer to you and pulled him in for a long, lingering kiss. You felt JJ's tongue on you again, but tried to focus on Pope fully. While he was great kisser, it wasn't enough to keep your attention away from JJ.

You pulled back from the kiss slowly. You reached out your hand and ran your fingers down his body, pausing at his upper thigh. "Can I?" Pope nodded eagerly. You wrapped your hand around his base, focusing on the movement of your hand as you stroked him. The small whimpers that Pope let out at your touch made you wanna clench your thighs together, hadn't it been for JJ's head in between them.

After some slow strokes, you licked your hand and started pumping him for real. You worked your hand over his length, suddenly aware of the sensation between your own legs, where JJ's tongue was expertly lapping away at you.

Involuntarily, your free hand tangled into the blonde's hair as a low moan escaped you.

The three of you looked at each other in pleasant surprise before JJ's smug smile disappeared between your legs again.

You genuinely felt good now, and it spurred you on. You wanted to make Pope feel just as good as JJ was making you feel.

You leant up on your elbow and slowly ran your tongue underneath Pope's base before sucking his length into your mouth. Pope moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut as he desperately tried to keep his composure.

You let go of Pope with a pop. "Pope?" His eyes were one wide-eyed question. "Would you do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Stop holding back." You gave him a quick kiss on his upper thigh before taking him back into your mouth.

Pope let out a surprised groan that made your chest flutter.

"That's it, Pope, I wanna hear you."

Pope smiled as he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. His thumb stroked your cheek as you let your hollowed out cheeks glide along Pope's length. You were so focused on Pope that you'd stopped worrying about JJ's tongue against you. His thumb circling your clit was hard to miss though. You let out a yelp as your back arched off the bed.

" 's that good?" JJ asked. You nodded furiously. JJ's touch made it increasingly harder for you to focus on Pope. It wasn't long before you had to replace your mouth with your hand. You did your best to keep stroking Pope as you threw your head back. One hand was still tugging on JJ's hair as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I'm so close, JJ," you moaned out. Your hand movements were becoming more erratic, and eventually you let go of Pope entirely. You recognized the familiar coiling in your stomach, but it felt so different from when you were on your own.

"Fuck, JJ!" You screamed as you came, back arched off the bed, one hand tangled in JJ's hair, the other gripping Pope's hand. You rode out your orgasm on JJ's tongue, before falling back onto the bed.

"Holy shit," you panted. "That was..."

"The hottest thing to ever happen in the history of the universe?" JJ finished your sentence.

Pope nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

You pulled JJ in for a kiss. "Thanks, JJ."

"You are so, so welcome, sunshine," he smiled widely.

"And you..." You gave Pope another kiss, too. "Best distraction ever," you winked. "But, um, I don't think I'm done with you."

"Oh no, Y/n, you don't have to. This whole thing was about you. It's okay."

You pulled Pope down so he was sitting on the bed next to you. "As someone who knows all too well what it feels like when a sexual partner leaves you unsatisfied, I have absolutely no intention of being that person. So, unless you don't want me to, I'd love to finish what I've started."

Pope swallowed harshly before he nodded. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he answered quickly. "If you want to."

You sank down onto your knees, eyeing Pope as you did. "Trust me, Pope, I want to."

You sank your lips back down onto Pope. You bobbed your head, your hand wrapped around his base. You were giving him your full attention now, able to set a much faster pace than you did earlier.

"Shit, Y/n," Pope groaned as he tangled his hand in your hair. "That feels so good." You smiled around him.

When you heard another moan, you pulled off of Pope with a pop, working your hand down his length while you talked. "Pope?" You asked. "Is JJ jacking off behind you?"

Pope nodded.

"JJ?"

"Yeah, sunshine?" JJ's small voice sounded from behind Pope.

"Don't you dare finish yourself off."

"Jesus Christ," JJ groaned. "Don't go saying shit like that and expect me not to cum, that's no fair."

You chuckled. "Well, I'm just saying, JJ, if you don't want me to touch you, by all means, make yourself cum."

"Fuck, alright."

With that confirmation, you sank back down onto Pope. "Oh fuck, Y/n, please keep going. I'm so close." Pope's breathing was getting erratic. You picked up your pace until Pope's fingers tightened in your hair. "Fuck," Pope moaned out as he came.

Slowly, you moved your hand along him, coaxing him through his orgasm. You swallowed his load and then kitten licked his tip until he was completely fucked out.

"Holy shit, Y/n, that was fucking fantastic," Pope panted. Pope pulled you up onto the bed again and kissed you deeply.

"Wow," the word left you involuntarily.

"Yeah..." Pope smiled. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I think JJ's about to combust."

You chuckled. "How about we fix that, huh?" You rolled over on the bed so you were facing JJ. "You wanna come over here?"

He nodded eagerly as he scooted closer to you. You nestled yourself in between his legs. "Fuck, you're gorgeous... Can't wait to taste you."

JJ's head fell back onto the mattress. "You're trying to kill me, right, that's what's happening here? Oh, fuck!" You couldn't wait any longer, so you wrapped your tongue around JJ's head instead.

JJ sat up on his arms, taking in your every movement. You worked him slowly, teasing him until he was panting shallowly. You stopped rubbing his base with your hand, digging your fingers into his thighs as you took all of him.

Instantly, JJ's hand fisted your hair, his hips bucking into you.

You looked up at him through your lashes, devious smirk on your lips as your nose brushed against his stomach. You pulled back slightly.

"You want to fuck my face, don't you?" You smirked.

"I..." JJ seemed flustered, guilty almost.

"Go on then," you winked.

JJ's hips jutted into action, slowly, torn between keeping his composure and giving into his desire. His fingers were tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he bucked his hips up into you. He rolled his hips over and over again, but his pace was still so incredibly measured. You could see the tense muscles in his thighs.

You cast your eyes upwards, instantly being met with his. You smiled and gave him a reassuring nod, silently begging him to let himself go.

Finally, JJ seemed to flip a switch. He picked up his pace, bucking into you faster. You were soon salivating around him as he occupied your throat. He bobbed your head to match his pace, his thumb softly caressing your cheek.

After just a minute, JJ was letting out the most gorgeous little moans, a string of lewd, uninhibited, guttural sounds that he couldn't hold back if he tried. His hips started faltering, his breathing rapid and shallow.

"Fuck, Y/n, you feel so fucking good," JJ whined. " 'm so close..." His hips jerked desperately, chasing his high.

Suddenly, he held your head still, pushing his hips up as far as they would go. He came into your mouth, holding your gaze as he did.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" He pulled you up after his orgasm had crashed through him, holding you close to him and kissing you so fondly your head spun. "That was fucking incredible. You're fucking incredible."

"I think we've proven today that we're all pretty damn incredible."

You reached out for Pope, pulling him down on the other side of you.

"I still can't believe you made me cum," you said after a while.

JJ smiled cockily. "I knew I would. Best skills on the cut."

God, he was gonna lord this over you forever...

"Well, I don't know, JJ, maybe it's just really not that hard when I've got someone else to occupy my mind with. Guess Pope's gotta try it next time, then we'll know for sure."

Pope's breath quickened in your ear. "Next time?"

You shrugged. "Figured we can't uncross this line, might as well take advantage. If you guys want to, that is," you added hastily.

The way Pope whispered 'of course' in your ear had you clenching your legs again, starting to imagine exactly what that next time might look like.

"We will forever be at your service, ma'am," JJ grinned.

"Ma'am, huh?" You repeated suggestively, "don't mind if I do..."

JJ's smile dropped into his throat. "Seriously?"

You looked between the two of them, hanging on your lips, practically salivating at the thought and you shook your head laughing.

"Jesus Christ, I'm kidding!"

Both boys instantly deflated.

"Tease," JJ hit you with a pillow.

You shrugged, a pensive look crossing your face. "Then again..."

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authorhjk1 · 2 months ago

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How does DC give head? 🤔

Jiu

"Oh god."

You groan when you feel Jiu's tongue swirl around your tip. Both her hands are placed on your thighs, your own hand on the back of her head. But you don't do anything. Jiu is the one taking good care of you.

"Does this feel good, baby?"

You can only nod, silently begging her to put her lips on your cock once more. It isn't even the way she gives you blowjobs. It's just the fact that she seems to enjoy herself so much while doing so, that turns you breathless. And it isn't that cock hungry lust either. It's pure affection.

Jiu only has eyes for you. Especially in the bedroom.

SuA

"C-Can you slow down?"

"Take it like a man."

SuA's response makes your head roll back as she sucks on your tip once more. She is stroking your cock with a torturous pace, making you flinch, whenever she tightens her grip a little. SuA always pushes you right towards the limit. She sucks you off very aggressively, before stopping at the last moment. Then, she strokes just as fast, threatening to hurt you badly, just so she can stop right before the edge once more.

"I-Please..."

"What's the magic word?"

"Mommy?"

"Good baby boy."

She likes it when you call her that. You always feel a little ashamed afterwards, after giving her so much control over you. But if that means she'll let you cum...

Siyeon

Siyeon likes to play with you. Similar to SuA. The only problem is, Siyeon doesn't understand the difference between privacy and public.

"C-Can't we wait, until we're home?"

Siyeon looks up at you as you melt further and further into the sofa, which is standing in Dreamcatcher's dressing room.

"Why?"

Her innocent face and the tone of her voice conflict with what she is doing to you right now.

"What if the others...."

You can't finish your sentence. Siyeon has decided to shut you up by letting her tongue dance around your length a couple of times.

"What if the others what?"

Once again, she makes you think that you're the problem and not her.

"Don't you like what I'm doing?"

"I-"

Before you can answer, Siyeon is all over your cock once again. And so, like after every Dreamcatcher performance, you're left with anxiety, fear and pleasure at the same time.

Handong

If there would be an Olympic competition for not running out of ideas for roleplaying scenarios, Handong would definitely win gold.

You can't count the amount of outfits she only bought for sex. Just like this one. A grey, see through blouse, her black bra clearly visible. Expensive looking glasses and the tightest and shortest skirt she could find.

You've seen Handong several times in this outfit before. Strict teacher Ms. Kim, rich heiress Lady Handong, submissive student Dongie. But today she is someone different once again.

"W-We shouldn't be doing this."

You groan when you feel her soft hands stroke your base, while her tongue plays with your tip. So far, not one of her characters was a miss.

"It's okay, sweetie."

Handong looks up at you, a mischievous smile on her face.

"I'm not your real mom anyways. And as your stepmom, it's my job to take care of you."

Yoohyeon

Yoohyeon is never the one who initiates something sexual. Even when she's in the mood, she just clings too you, until you finally suggest something. And public sex isn't really the things for her either.

But when the two of you are alone, that's where she shines. She always seems sweet and shy, so you never expected her to be this much into being tied up. Just like right now.

Yoohyeon's hands are tied behind her back, and a collar decorates her neck. The end of the leash, or rather chain, is loosely lying in your right hand.

"Am I being a good puppy for you, master?"

"Yes, you're a good girl."

You pat her head as Yoohyeon resumes her blowjob. She does take the pet play to an extreme sometimes, but you like it the way it is right now the most.

"You're doing great."

Yoohyeon gives you a gorgeous smile, but you force her back onto your cock by pulling at the chain a little.

Dami

Dami puts her finger on her lips, telling you to shut up. Her other hand is covering your mouth, making sure the two of you don't get caught.

She resumes her blowjob a moment later. You feel your eyes rolling back as she swallows your cock.

It's late already and SuA and Jiu are sleeping on the couch right next to you. The credits of the movie you just watched are still rolling. But like always, Dami just has to tease and play with your anxiety at every chance she gets.

"Be a good boy for me and stay quiet."

She whispers, before focusing on your cock once more. You groan into her hand as you feel Dami slowly forcing her mouth further down your shaft, until your cock finally fills her throat.

Gahyun

"What the hell, Gahyun?"

You push her head off of you. Your cock is covered in her spit, her mouth messy as well.

"I told you."

A mischievous grin plays around her lips.

"Voting for me to get killed during the mafia game will have consequences."

"I was just playing the game, Gahyun. I-"

Before you can react, Gahyun starts to fuck her throat with your cock once more.

"Fuck!"

You can't help but groan loudly. Which is still not as bad as the sounds she is making. All of Dreamcatcher must hear the youngest gags as she keeps impaling her throat on your cock. Spit bubbles form on the base of your cock, while Gahyun's hands are placed flat on your thighs to give her more leverage.

"Gahyun..."

It's a combination of groan and plea. You can almost see Jiu's disapproving look right in front of you as her precious maknae ruins herself all over your cock on purpose.

When Gahyun finally takes all of you, her lips kissing your base, she stays in place for a while. The silence doesn't last long though. After a couple of seconds, she starts to cough up spit, drenching your cock in even more saliva. By now the whole group must know what's going on.

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shotmrmiller · 1 year ago

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Mistress.

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x AFAB!Reader

TW: femdom! reader, slight degradation?, complete and utter submission, masturbation

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Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a hulking giant of a man, a solid figure of authority on base and the reaper itself on the field, passing through the enemy like smoke, taking their lives with him— had a big secret. To find out, even by chance, is a death sentence.

Simon on leave always went home to an empty flat. He just doesn't have the time to meet anyone, and he figures no one would want to have a relationship with someone who leaves for months on end and with little to no communication. But that didn't mean he did not want someone to spoil. Shower them with gifts and the money he accumulated over years of serving because he never had any time to spend it on anything other than basic necessities.

So once he was home, he indulged in his secret. His Mistress. You.

Sending £800 to your bank account, he sent a text.

'I'm home, Mistress.'

A reply, minutes later.

'You paid your tribute. I'll indulge you just this once, but you ought to remember we work on my schedule, not yours.'

'Of course, my Mistress. I humbly apologize.'

'I will be there in 30. You will not make me wait at the door.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

The Lieutenant was always overlooking something or someone on base, so you were perfect for him. You demanded complete control, and if not given, you took it regardless— and nothing was sweeter than having such a large man submit to you and only you.

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You arrived outside his door, and without knocking just said, 'Simon.'

The front door was opened almost immediately, and you were greeted with Simon on his knees — you'll never get over how delicious he looks submitting to you even though he's so tall his head reaches your hipbones and you're in heels — with a collar already on his neck and the leash's handle on his raised palm. You step inside and watch him close the door.

'Good boy,' you murmur as you take the handle, 'Look at me.'

He lifts his head as you look down at him and you see his blue eyes soften at your outfit— which you'll never admit you purposefully put on, knowing it's his favorite based on past meetings.

You're wearing a pink latex corset dress with the laces tied tight on the entire back of the dress and the length of the dress reaches your upper thigh. For stockings, you have petal pink, sheer stay-ups, and your shoes are 'So Kate' 120mm in the same rosy color— and to finish the look, you've got on a long, black a-line wool coat that you're currently taking off and putting on the coat hanger by the front door.

Leash in hand, you walk towards the leather couch, hearing Simon's jeans dragging on his carpet as he crawls behind you before you turn and sit, crossing your legs.

"Permission to take your heels off, Goddess."

"Permission granted. You know what to do."

He takes your dainty foot in both his hands and presses his lips on your ankle, before moving on to the bridge of your foot. Squeezing the counter of your heel, he pulls it, and your toes slip from the shoebox— he gives a pathetic moan at the sight of your stocking-covered, white nail-polished toes.

Removing your other heel, he grabs both of your feet and places them flat on the floor before, still kneeling, he lowers his head to worship you, peppering kisses anywhere he can put his lips on.

You extend your toes and press them to his forehead, pushing him back up and away from you.

"That's enough."

He immediately kneels back on his haunches, and you look at his face to take in his body language. Pupils so large his iris is a thin blue ring, cheeks red and blotchy, mouth slightly agape as he let out shuddering wispy breaths.

Yanking on his collar, you open your legs and pull him to slot in between them. How his torso blankets your entire body makes your toes curl— and that he's still in a submissive pose and still massive makes your walls clench.

Simon, biting his lower lip, lets out a loud groan— gripping the side of the sofa cushions by your knees as his eyes gaze directly to the apex of your thighs. Right to your unclothed quim. Simon is the only sub that's ever seen you in any state of undress. He's the only one you'd fuck straight into his mattress if he begged, and he never looked so good than when he's begging you for attention.

You entangle your fingers into his ash-brown hair and pull, hard, to make eye contact and say, 'The next time you stare at anything other than my eyes without my explicit permission and I walk. I'll drain your bank account of every single pound and you'll thank me for it before I cut off all contact. This is your first and last warning."

Simon whimpers a pitiful little noise before jerking his head in an aggressive nod.

"Yes, my mistress."

You yank on his hair hard enough to wiggle his head a little and loudly say,

"Yes, my mistress what???"

He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing, and proclaims, " Yes, my mistress. I am wholly unworthy of your beautiful gift. I deserve absolutely nothing from you."

Biting your lip, you let go of his hair and drag it down towards his jaw to softly cup his cheek.

In a faint, caressing voice you say, "Good boy. Staying in your place is easy once you're reminded of it."

You recline back, shift your eyes down to the monstrous bulge in Simon's pants before pressing your whole foot against his erection— noticing how there's still about 3 inches that your foot doesn't cover, jesus christ—

"What's this, then?", and you push your foot harder into him, and Simon gives a low moan, from deep in his chest— and he lowers his head, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open.

"Well? I asked a question and I did say it in english."

Simon raises his head and his eyes are glossy, scar across the corner of his upper lip whitening with how he thins them before answering.

"Oh, my Mistress, my Queen. I'm just so happy you're here, giving me your complete attention," and in a quieter, vulnerable tone says, "I missed this. Missed you."

That has your heart pounding against your rib cage. You clench your jaw— you cannot show Simon how exhilarated those words make you. You've been harboring the tiniest crush on Simon, and how could you not? Look at him. 6 foot 4, 320 pounds and he submits so beautifully. You'd ruin him. And with the small feel you've gotten from his cock, he'd definitely ruin you. But not now. Simon deserves a reward for being so good and obedient.

"Go on, pet. Show me how much you've really missed me. For you, I'll permit your release." Only for you.

Hands flying to his zipper, he takes his thick, long length out— what a fucking cock it was too, you can't wait to get your hands on it— he starts stroking it, skin bunching up at the flared head on the upstroke and Simon presses his thumb down on his slit. He lets out a hiss as he starts smearing the pre-come around the head and then smooths out the skin on the way down.

Your arm is stretched out holding your weight as you lean to the side, head tilted and you flick your eyes to Simon's face and you startle— Simon's holding direct eye contact, tongue wetting his bottom lip and you can feel heat radiating from your cheeks at the intensity of his stare.

You don't look away though. You stare right into his eyes as the room starts to fill with faster paced, wet, skin slapping noises— and Simon's eyes roll to the back of his head as his eyes close and you look back down to his cock, so hard, swollen red and slippery with his pre-come.

You can hear his teeth grinding together, shoulders stiffening and tattooed forearm vascular with how tight he's squeezing his cock and he chokes out, "Please, Mistress. Let me come, let me come, I'm so close—god"

" Come for your Mistress, Simon. Be a good boy and come for me."

Simon moans loud as his back bows forward and he encircles your ankle with his hand to stabilize himself as his length spurts rope after rope of thick cum inches from your toes— continuously stroking himself through the aftershocks and into oversensitivity.

He puts both palms flat on the floor as he gulps in big shaky breaths, arms trembling slightly. You stand up, carefully stepping around his come, and slip into your heels. Simon raises his head to look at you and— look at that simple, empty expression. You want to sit on that face 'til he repeatedly taps your thick thigh, begging for air— and tell him to clean up his mess. You put on your jacket, close it with the belt and leave.

Your pocket vibrates with a text, and tap the screen to read the text.

Simon: I beg you, my Angel. Let me look at your beautiful pussy as I come, next time.

You: You know what to do.

And then a notification from your bank.

Simon Riley has deposited £4000.

Pressing your phone screen to your chin as hold in a squeal, you cannot wait to get your hands on him.

'Only ever for you.'

A/N: i'd give all the cod boys the gawk gawk without question. at the same time. and valeria can sit on my face til i stop breathing.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod smut #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut

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lostcherise · 5 months ago

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Summary: In which Jesse Pinkman grows some balls and finally asks you out to prom.

Warnings: high school (they're both 18 ok), use of marijuana, piv sex, finger fucking, dry humping, cunnilingus, car sex, Jesse pinkman!!!

word count: 6,177

A/N: it's been like 5 years since I've last written anything so bear with my rusty ass. I thought I'd get back to it with a bit of Jesse Pinkman, cause there's not enough of him around to satisfy my needs, so I took matters into my own hands. This is also posted on ao3 so if you see this there, that's me!! Hope you enjoy!!

Jesse Pinkman was no suave ladies man.

Sure, he could talk his way into a girl's pants every now and then, but that was only when there were no feelings involved. That wasn't the case with you, though. He was crushing and boy was he crushing hard. So hard it clouded his mind whenever you were remotely close to him, be it in class or passing him by in the hallway.

He never heard the end of it from Skinny Pete and Badger too, always on his ass about the way he acted at the mere mention of your name. He was a goner. He even got himself in embarrassing situations by his infatuation with you. Like that one time during Mr. White's chemistry class when he was caught ogling at you from the table on your left.

"Pinkman." Mr. White's stern voice broke him out of his trance. "How boring does this class have to be that you opt to continuously stare at miss Y/L/N?"

Blood rushed up to his cheeks, embarrassed he bore his gaze into the jagged corner of the table. A couple of muffled snickers echoed behind him, he didn't even dare to lift his gaze up and look over his shoulder to cuss them out.

He was brave enough to look up in your direction, though, and his breath hitched in is throat. You were looking at him. That was the first moment you ever both locked eyes with each other and it was at his fucking expense. The first time you looked at him and it was when he was fucking caught staring at you like a creep.

Maybe he was delusional, but he swore he saw the faintest hint of a smile gracing your glossy lips. And shit. Were you blushing?

His heart fluttered. He was officially a goner.

"Shit man. We can't go to prom by ourselves like a bunch of losers. Again." Badger whined, giving his locker a harsh shove. The echoing sound earning a glare from Jesse who had been lost in his train of thoughts just moments ago.

"Speak for yourself, yo. Already got myself a date." Skinny, smirked and rolled his shoulders back in a more confident stance. He earned two shocked stares from his friends, with Badger letting out yet another raspy whine.

"Stop bluffing, yo." Jesse scoffed and smacked his chest.

"Nah, man it's true. I'm going with Jennifer Stine, yo." Skinny smirked at his friends shocked faces, his smirk widened when Badger started stomping his legs like a fucking two year old. He hung his head low in defeat, shoulders slumped. However, that only lasted for a couple of seconds, his head snapped up and a shit eating grin graced his face, he was looking directly at Jesse. That couldn't be good.

"I'm gonna ask Y/N to pro-" Badger didn't even get to finish his sentence before Jesse pushed him into the lockers and grabbed him by the collar. He was seething, his icy blues were glaring up at Badger, but in his mind all he could picture was his friend's grimy hands on your waist as you were slow dancing. There was no way in hell he could let that happen.

"Back the fuck off, she's off limits." Jesse seethed through gritted teeth.

"Why, man? You won't even talk to her." Badger riled him on even more. Sure, he was right, Jesse didn't have the courage to go up and talk to you, but in his mind you were unofficially his. Plus, if he couldn't have you, no one else could. Out of his friend group any way, he could think of a hundred boys better than himself that would be deserving of your attention. But it wouldn't hurt to dream.

"I'm going to ask her out to prom. Today. At lunch." The words came out of Jesse's mouth way faster than his brain could process. Though, the minute they slipped out of his lips, he regretted it, but there was no way he was going to retract his statement. It was time to man up and stop being a fuckin' coward.

"Right on, brother." Skinny slapped his shoulder blade encouragingly, to which Jesse silently nodded, unsure of himself. There was no backing out now. With a deep inhale, he let go of Badger's shirt, he desperately needed a fat blunt to ease his nerves.

"I'm skipping class, see you at lunch." Jesse mumbled seconds before the bell rang and scurried of to the parking lot. His brows were scrunched with worry, his eyes quickly scanning the premises, he couldn't afford getting caught hitting a blunt at school. Again. Not if he wanted to be with you there, he just had to be extra careful this time. He reached into his pocket with trembling hands, cursing under his breath when he couldn't immediately find his keys amongst the pack of cigarettes and various gum wrappers. He finally fished out his keys, along with a loose screw, he couldn't even remember what that was for, let alone what it was doing in his pocket. Shaking his head he threw it over his shoulder and quickly got in his Monte Carlo.

Once inside, he reached over the console and opened the glove compartment, grabbing a small ziplock bag containing a few rolled up joints. I need a better hiding place for this, he silently thought to himself, but he'd have to worry about that some other day. He snatched the lighter that was thrown on the passenger seat and lit one up, the stench immediately filling up the car.

His mind was racing a thousand miles per second, how was he going to approach you. Hey you probably don't know me but I've hard a raging crush on you since 8th grade, please go to prom with me? He groaned into the steering wheel, there was no subtle way to approach the matter. He had to be fast and to the point, like ripping out a bandaid. Yeah, that would do.

With a sudden surge of confidence, he put out the joint and got out of his car. Maybe smelling like weed before asking you out wasn't one of his brightest moments, he must've had some forgotten cologne in his car somewhere. After spraying some on, he now smelled like weed and cologne. He paced around for a few minutes waiting for the next bell to ring so he could go to the cafeteria and set his plan in motion. Well, there really was no plan, maybe he would think of something along the way, his main concern was not to be a blubbering mess in front of you and your popular friends.

He strutted with confidence, but with each step that he took closer to you he was losing it bit by bit, till he reached out a shaky hand to open the cafeteria door.

You shook your head once more, a breathy laugh escaping your lips.

Here goes nothing.

"Wha- no!?" Your friend Maddie shrieked. "How could you say no to Matt?" She asked indignantly. "Just so you know," Maddie pointed a manicured finger at you, "if you keep this up you're gonna end up going alone to prom."

"Then so be it!" You giggled, pushing your soggy green beans to the side. "It's just I imagined senior prom a little different that's all." With Jesse Pinkman, is what you really wanted to say, but you knew it wasn't going to sit well with your friend that you had a crush on your school's weed dealer. Plus, there were rumors going around that he was into harder stuff too. So for that you opted to take your secret crush with you to the grave.

"Oh, come on with you and always being a stickler for following plans. Live spontaneously, for once." Maddie sighed, she hated that about you.

"Am not!" You threw a bean at her, it landed on the side of her mouth. You held in your laughter as Maddie sputtered, spitting at nothing to get rid of the disgusting taste and feeling.

The cafeteria door swung open, catching your eye. You smiled faintly, it was Jesse. Although, it was short lived, once you noticed he was walking your way. He was fidgeting and he seemed to breathing fast. Was he on something?

"H-hi, Y/N." He squeaked once he reached your table. The whites of his eyes were red indicating that he was in fact high, he also smelled faintly of weed, he had done a piss poor job of concealing that with his cologne.

Maddie scrunched up her face and opened her mouth ready to tell him to buzz off, but you were quicker.

"Hey, Jesse." You smiled sincerely, albeit a little confused, you've never even spoken to him before.

"Well, shit. You know my name." He voiced his thoughts out loud with wide eyes and you watched him visibly cringe at that and although you wanted to laugh at how cute he was, you decided to spare him the added embarrassment.

"Fuck, I d-don't know how to, uh, say this," he fidgeted with his beanie and scratched his brow, he seemed... nervous? You couldn't help but wonder what for. "Do you- Do you wanna go to prom with me?" He grimaced, poor boy looked like he was in pain.

You blinked up at him dumbfounded, God knows for how long that was, until your trance was broken by Maddie's snorting. "As if, buddy." She dismissed him for you.

"Yes." You interjected, shocking both Maddie and Jesse. "Yes, I will." You added with a genuine smile.

"What?" You asked once you took notice of the way Maddie was staring at you. "You wanted spontaneous, this is spontaneous." You lied with ease. This wasn't spontaneous, this was all you ever wanted, but no one had to know about that.

"Here, gimme your phone." Your reached out towards Jesse. "I'll type in my number and we can discuss the details later?" You asked hopefully.

"Yes!" He exclaimed a little to eagerly. He cleared his throat and reached into his pocket, "here you go." He said in a fake confident voice.

Your fingertips brushed momentarily and the sensation was electrifying, it sent jolts right down to your toes. You hoped he had felt it too. Silently, you typed in your name and number in his contacts and handed him is phone back.

"I'll be happy to hear from you." You said with the best flirty voice you could muster in your nervous state. "See you around, Jesse." You smiled sweetly up at him. He was a mumbling mess and fled with a barely audible goodbye. You didn't see him for the rest of the day that day.

Four days straight. That's how long you kept dodging Maddie's questions about the Jesse situation. You tried to be as vague as possible but it was proving to be extra hard when she was on your ass every minute. Meanwhile, you'd been exchanging text messages with Jesse, it started off with basic details about prom night, mainly how you wanted to match your red dress with him. After that it bloomed into a lighthearted conversation, neither of you being overly flirty over text, on your case you were just so shy. Prom was tomorrow and you still couldn't believe that you were going with Jesse, the thought alone had you squealing like a 5 year old.

You jumped up on your bed, landing on your back. Tomorrow was your only shot at achieving that something more with Jesse Pinkman. Sighing contently you closed your eyes and daydreamed various scenarios of you and Jesse, slowly drifting into a peaceful sleep with a smile on your face.

The next morning went by like a blur and by 3pm it was time to get ready for the full on routine. Hair, legs, exfoliating, masks you name it, you had to be pampered all the way down to your toes, you had to look perfect.

Your mom leaned on your bedroom's doorframe, "So you're not going to tell me who's the guy that's taking you to prom?" She peered at you with crossed arms and a quirked eyebrow through the mirror reflection. "I mean he will be here in a couple of minutes, don't I deserve to know something about him?"

"No..." You trailed off, focusing on your hair, fighting with a certain bobby pin that you were trying to safely secure on your head. Half of your hair was tied up in a deliberate messy bun, with a few face framing curls hanging down. Once you were done with the last bit of your hair, you gave your mother's question another thought, if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't really know much about Jesse. Your heart faltered at the thought, what if this was a bad choice?

"Help me with the zipper, please?" You stood up and motioned at your back. With two swift steps your mom stood behind you and carefully pulled the zipper up. You flattened the non existent wrinkles on your dress, it hugged your figure perfectly, the burgundy red fabric falling all the way down to your ankles. It was topped with a black sheer layer that created a beautiful contrast, it also had a modest slit that stopped a few inches above your left knee for easier movement.

"When is he coming to pick you up?" She asked, resting her hands on your shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze, she could always sense when you were feeling off.

"In like ten minutes? I think." You replied glancing at the time, 6:30pm. With a quick once over in the mirror, you touched up your make up and adjusted your hair when the doorbell rang.

"Shit." Your eyes widened and you ran over to your window, moved the curtain on the side and peered out in the driveway. Sure enough, a glaring red Monte Carlo was parked on the sidewalk in front of your house. "Shit, fuck." A string of curses fell from your lips, despite your mom's judgmental stare. "He's early. Go get the door before dad does." You pleaded.

"Okay, okay." Your mother waved you dismissively and sauntered down the stairs, a pair of faint voices could be heard from down the hallway, from what you could make out your dad was already bombarding Jesse with loads of questions. That was your cue to step out and save him from the torture.

Jesse was mid sentence when you reached the bottom of the stairs, his words dying on his lips. His blue eyes held your gaze in silence until your dad cleared his throat and spoke up "You, uh" his voice cracked a little "you look gorgeous sweetie." He complimented you and came by your side to place a loving soft kiss on the top of your head.

Your mom was standing next to Jesse with a camera in her hands. "Oh, honey you both look so beautiful, come on Jesse go stand next to her so can I snap a picture of you both." She ushered him excitedly. After the mini photoshoot your mom directed, you were both free to head out. Once you both were in his car you broke the silence.

"You got here early." You commented simply.

"Shit, yeah." He let out a breathy chuckle, turning the key in the ignition and his car rumbled to life. "Actually, I was sitting in my car for about 20 minutes before I decided to come in. That old lady neighbor of yours was getting suspicious and I didn't want the cops called on me." He glanced at you and you both laughed, that wouldn't have been ideal. You weren't naive, you knew what Jesse was into and God knows what they could have found in that car of his. You admired him silently from the passenger seat, his dirty blonde hair fell shaggy in front of his forehead, just above his eyebrows. The suit he was wearing seemed to be one size too big for him, however you had noticed that to be a pattern, given his every day clothes were just as baggy on him. His skinny frame accentuated the difference even more. He was matching you with a burgundy tie and fake rose in his pocket.

"You look handsome, very..." your voice trailed off as you tried to tried to find the right words. His pointed gaze didn't do any favors in easing your nerves. "Presentable." You winced, that was not it.

"Oh." Surprisingly, he was smiling. "Are you saying I normally look like a bum, yo?" His tone was teasing.

"Yes. But I kinda dig that, just so you know."

"That's comforting, good to know."

Soon you came to a stop and you barely had time to unbuckle your seat belt, the passenger door flung open. Jesse's chest was moving rapidly, his hand outstretched towards you to help you out of the car. His touch was electrifying, his fingertips surprisingly soft as they brushed the back of your hand softly. Your hands was probably disgustingly sweaty from the nerves, if that were the case then he made no comment about it. You mumbled in thanks and silently made your way to your school's basketball court. It seemed as you had arrived a tad early, not a lot of people were there. Maddie and the rest of your friend group were however and she had noticed you.

Reluctantly you made your way over to them, dragging Jesse along. A few awkward hellos were exchanged and the conversation died there. Each second that passed became even more unbearable until Jesse attempted to break the silence. "Anyone want some punch, yo?"

Everyone lifted their red cups, already full. "I'll be right back." He cleared his throat.

"I'm coming." You tailed him.

"I'm sorry for making it awkward with your friends." He apologized in a low voice once he was out of earshot.

"It's not your fault."

"Everyone knows I'm slingin', so yeah kinda my fault here." He filled his cup and reached inside his suit, pulling out a metal flask. "I stole it from my dad." He answered your silent question. "Want sum?" A mischievous grin found its way on his lips and urged you with a nudge.

"Sure, hit me up." You didn't need much persuasion, if you wanted to make it through tonight, buzzed was the only way that seemed right at that moment.

"Alright, yo!" Jesse cheered you on as he poured clear liquor in your punch. You hadn't even asked what it was but at that point the damage had been done. "To a most memorable prom." He toasted, tipping his cup in your direction and you mimicked his action.

"To a most memorable prom, indeed." You agreed and took a healthy gulp from your cup. "God," you choked out, suppressing a gag. "What's in this?"

"Tequila." He laughed at your distaste.

The music flowed through the speakers and more people started rolling in, a few already dancing on the makeshift dance floor. Maybe a bit of tequila was exactly what you needed to muster up the courage and drag Jesse with you to dance. Despite his best efforts to decline, he ended up awkwardly dancing with his hands on your waist. You stared directly into his eyes, with the heels you were wearing you were about one inch taller than him, which you found cute. As much as you tried to get him to move by moving your own hips, he remained fairly rigid.

"Come on." You shook him. "Move a bit more." You whined as you bumped your shoulders along to the rhythm of 'Murder on the Dancefloor'. With one step back, you let go of him and attempted to disco dance, left hand on your hip while your right moved from the left side of hip and up to the air. His lips were pursed as he tried to suppress a laugh that was dying to come out, until he gave in and joined you. At that moment you both felt free, not caring about anyone else around you. In that moment, it was just you and him, maybe it was fast but it felt so real, you were falling for him.

"Hey," he moved on the side of your face, his lips inches away from the supple skin of your neck and the urge to mark you was real, but he restrained himself. "Wanna ditch?" He asked.

"Go where? You're not having fun?" You asked innocently. Honestly, you were too pure for him sometimes, he felt almost guilty as if he was going to taint you just with his presence.

"I am, I just wanted us to have fun without all these people." His voice drifted off.

"Su- uh, sure." You stuttered and silently let him guide you out of the court, your friends were all looking at you curiously but there was no time for goodbyes to be exchanged.

"Where are we going?" You decided to break the silence, already cruising down the highway on his Monte Carlo. You were getting antsy, you blindly trusted him but that didn't mean that you knew him all too well.

"Was thinking, Sandia Foothills. Enjoy the view, ya know?" He shrugged to which you simply nodded and remained silent on the rest of the drive there.

You couldn't hide the serene feeling that came over you once Jesse parked in a beautiful spot that overlooked the city of Albuquerque. The shimmering lights of the city sky somewhat resembled a starry sky. Although it was June, it was admittedly a bit nippy up there, but some fresh air was much needed.

"I usually come up here to sit alone and think. Get away from the world for a bit." He confessed, staring directly ahead at the Albuquerque skyline. "And light a fat one, of course." It was now that he looked at you with a devious glint in his eyes.

"I want to try." You blurted.

His smile faltered and you noticed his icy blues widening just a bit. "Are you sure? I didn't bring you here to peer pressure you or any of that shit, yo. Just clearing that up." He replied, voice defensive.

"Relax." You exhaled out of your nose. "I wanna try this, I want to try it with you." You reassured and reached over to place your hand on his, hoping it would convince him more.

"Okay..."

Jesse leaned over and reached for the glove box, grabbing the all too familiar ziploc baggie. "Why don't we take this outside?" He suggested with a nod of his head to which you agreed to by getting out. He followed suit, taking a seat on the hood of his car, motioning you to do so as well. You slid over, just a couple of inches away from him and observed in silence as he took the rolled joint, enclosed his soft lips around it and lit it up. He expertly took a long drag and passed it on to you. It felt foreign between your fingertips, you hadn't even held a cigarette before and you wanted to try weed, for God's sake. Bringing it up to your mouth, you mimicked Jesse and took a drag and let the smoke out and he just shook his head.

"What?"

"You gotta inhale it, you know."

"Oh." You tried again, drag, inhale, choke. You pushed the lit joint at him as you struggled for air. "Jesus, that's nasty." You croaked.

"You'll get used to it, yo."

And you did, after three more times and as time went on you really felt the effects kicking in. It felt like you, but free. Your head was rested on his shoulder and you giggled at something stupid he said, you didn't know how long you guys were sitting out there talking but it didn't feel like long enough. Hell, eternity didn't feel like long enough time to spend with Jesse Pinkman.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you moved up to grab the side of his face and pull him in a kiss. You didn't know if it was the three spiked drinks Jesse had given you or the weed or a combination of the two, but you kissed him. And boy, oh boy, did it set your entire body on fire. Even Jesse was stunned at your brazen move, but soon that feeling was overcome and he reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor.

An involuntary whine escaped your lips, only to which Jesse replied to with a moan. The kiss was messy, needy, his tongue exploring your mouth. He was kissing you like a man starved. You snaked your right hand at the nape of his neck, gripping and pulling at his hair slightly. The groan he let out, sent a new wave of neediness down to your core, it was carnal. You moved to straddle his hips, thankful the slit in your dress allowed you freer range of motion. His hands were down to your ass cheeks in an instant, grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh.

You broke out of the kiss, moving your head to the side, something he took advantage of and began his sweet attack on the side of your neck. Something Jesse was dying to do since before you ditched prom with him. With another squeeze on your ass, you involuntarily ground your hips down on his crotch.

"Shit. Fuck." He moaned into your skin, the sound of his voice only egging you on. His dick twitched in his slacks, the feeling of your warm clothed pussy on him sent blood pulsing right to his tip. A soft gasp fell from your lips as you felt him harden against you and your walls clenched around nothing. You couldn't remember the last time you wanted someone this badly before. His hands kept guiding your hips to move against his growing cock. Your pussy ached through your drenched panties, God you had never been that wet before.

"Jesse." You whispered into his mouth. "I want you." You added and placed a soft kiss on his swollen lips. "Give it to me."

"What?" He breathed, he thought he didn't hear you properly, his ears were buzzing and he felt dizzy, all of his blood had drained out of his brain and went straight up to his dick.

"Please, Jesse. Please, please, I need it." You begged breathlessly, not once stopping your hips against his. No one had begged for him, let alone so needily. He had to give in if he didn't wanna come in his pants like some inexperienced twat.

"Backseat, now."

In seconds, you were on your feet scramming to get back in the car. Your knees were wobbly and almost gave out, but you steadied yourself on his car before going in. With clenched thighs you watched as he opened the passenger door and rummaged through the glove box frantically and after a few seconds, he finally got what he needed. Quickly, he jogged over the other side of the car and the door flung open, he grabbed your left calf and dragged you closer you him in a laying position. Now, your left leg was over Jesse's shoulder and your right was awkwardly hanging out of the backseat, you had to throw it over the driver's seat to be comfortable.

"Fuck." Jesse groaned at the sight in front of him, you were so open, so ready for him and he needed to make every second count. With the pad of his thumb, he rubbed soft circles against the wet patch of your underwear, circling his thumb around around your sensitive nub. He almost came at the sight of you writhing beneath him, mewling his name. But that reaction wasn't enough, he wanted to get you screaming, pleading for him to stop. He moved your underwear aside, exposing your swollen cunt at him. Jesse toyed with your slick entrance with his middle finger, enjoying the way your hips jolted at his touch, it was riling him more just how needy you were for him. He added his ring finger to the motions gathering up all of your juices and gently pushed two fingers inside.

Automatically, your muscles clenched around his slender fingers and his name fell out of your lips in a breathy gasp. Your hands reached down to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging as he worked his way with his fingers.

"God, you're perfect." He held your gaze with his, eyes hooded and red, glazed over with the high and lust. He picked up his pace with his hand, pushing his fingers in and out, the wet squelching of your pussy filling up the car, he curled his fingers at the spongy part beneath your pelvic bone and you clenched around him.

Jesse bent down, now his face aligned with your pussy. Soft, warm lips circled around your clit and you screamed at the contact, your hand shooting up to your mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure that ripped out of your throat. No one had ever went down on you before so it was a totally foreign sensation. Your eyes rolled back as Jesse continued fucking you with his fingers and now with the addition of his tongue rolling lapping at your clit, it felt like too much to handle.

"Jesse, I-" your words were caught in your mouth and another moan came out when he gently sucked on your clit. "I'm gonna cum." Heat pooled at the pit of your stomach, it felt like a ticking bomb ready to go off any minute now. And with a final clench around his fingers, you came crashing down like a dam breaking, coming all over his fingers and face.

"Fuck that's hot." Jesse groaned against your cunt. "I want to feel you clench around my dick." He breathed against your inner thigh, planting a soft kiss before ushering you to sit upright. He got in the middle of the backseat and motioned you to straddle him. You attacked his mouth I'm a hungry kiss, it was boozy from the spiked punch, tasted of weed and faintly tangy from all of your juices. Your fingers worked on his tie, loosening it and you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, you were halfway there when his hands stopped yours.

"No time for that. I need you, now." He mumbled against your mouth, his kisses trailing down your jaw and all the way down to your neck and collarbone, where he sucked on the skin softly, he wanted to leave his mark on you. Let everybody know you were his. Slender fingers slid up your shoulders and pushed down harshly on the straps of your dress, your breasts spilling out. His dick twitched against you, you weren't wearing a bra. One hand moved down to your breast, cupping, squeezing, while the other one groped your ass, urging you to grind on him.

Without saying much, you went on to unbuckle his belt, quickly moving his pants along with his boxers down. His hardened cock sprung free and it laid there in all his glory, thick and hardened, the tip angry and red, already leaking with precum. You longed to get a taste, feel his weight against your tongue. As if being able to read your thoughts, Jesse spoke up.

"Another time, yeah?" He reassured you, reaching down to his pants that were pooled against his ankles and dug around in his pocket and pulled out a condom. You watched in silence and anticipation as he ripped it open and rolled it down his shaft.

Jesse's mouth felt dry, heart thumping angrily against his ribcage. Your face was flushed, lips so plump and red, tits sitting perfectly on your chest. You looked like a dream. Maybe he was dreaming. You grabbed the base of his cock and aligned him with your entrance, to which Jesse closed his eyes, he was almost sure that just before you sank down on him, his eyes would fly open and he'd find himself sleeping in Mr. White's class.

But that never happened.

You both moaned in unison, once you bottomed out, his balls touching your asscheeks. You both sat unmoving for a second, taking in the feeling, a tiny thrust upwards from Jesse is all you needed and you started moving. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before, he filled you up just right, your pussy easily stretching to accommodate his girth and size.

"Shit, that feels amazing." You whined as you slightly picked up your pace, moving your hips up and down in a sloppy figure 8 motion. Jesse's mouth found solace in your breasts, taking in a hardened nipple, suckling on it softly. Shit, he was sure he could make you come just by sucking on your nipples alone, given how responsive you were when he was having his way with them. He took that mental note and made it a goal for another time, for now he was too focused on the way your pussy stretched around his girth. You were made just for him.

"You're so tight." He praised, grabbing your exposed ass and giving it a slap. "Keep going, baby. You're doing so good." He groaned and you started moving your hips faster in response to his words, the grip on his shoulders tightening as you struggled to keep up with the pace you had set. The burning sensation in your quads was catching up to you and he could also sense you were growing tired.

With a steadying arm around your waist, he took over, thrusting up to meet your hips mid air and setting up a new pace, one that had you reeling with new waves of pleasure.

"Faster, please." You begged, to which he happily obliged without any second thought, fucking into your sopping pussy faster and harder, bringing you closer to your second orgasm. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated so hard not to come too soon, before you did at least.

"I'm so close Jesse." You moaned and buried your head in his neck, biting down hard on his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming out.

"Me t-too." He rasped out, reaching down between your bodies, he found your clit and began his assault on your hardened nub, edging you closer to your release. "Come on me." His command was gentle as the combination of his fingers and cock brought you to your release. It came and washed over you like a tidal wave, even harder than the one he had given you minutes ago, you moaned as you gushed all over his cock making a mess on the backseat.

Jesse was about to lose his goddamn mind at how hard you had just come, it was like nothing he had experienced and the feeling alone sent him closer to his own orgasm. With two last sloppy thrusts, his hips stuttered against your own and he spilled into the condom, hard.

"Wow." He breathed.

"Yeah." You agreed breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. His eyes locked with yours and you could see a sea of emotions dancing around in them. God, he was beautiful. You bent down and placed a soft, slow kiss on his lips to which he immediately responded. It wasn't like the ones you shared previously, it was full of unspoken emotion. Jesse struggled so hard not to open his mouth and say something too hasty, he didn't want to scare you off with telling you how he felt. Any chance he had to keep you close, he had to take it, even if that meant keeping his emotions a secret for now. Little did he know, you felt that way too.

"I think it's time to head back." You winced, hating to ruin the moment but it was getting late and you didn't want your parents getting too suspicious. Silently, you cleaned up after yourselves and got dressed. The night was quiet and the highway was empty as you rolled into the city. All too soon, you were parked in front of your house, neither of you wanting to part ways.

"Thanks for being my date tonight." Jesse broke the silence, he sounded a bit shy, a wild contrast to how he was when he was balls deep inside your pussy.

"I had a great time, Jesse. So, thank you too." You smiled up at him.

"Maybe..." He trailed off, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel nervously. "We should go on a proper date sometime?"

"Definitely." You moved to peck his lips quickly but before you could move away, he grabbed your head and pulled you back into a passionate kiss, his tongue moving in sync with yours.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Jesse."

He watched with a smile as you climbed up the stairs of your front porch.

He really was a goner.

#jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman fluff #jesse pinkman smut #breaking bad #smut #aaron paul

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 4 months ago

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F! Yuu’s Dad in Twst Wonderland pt. 5

Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.6

Please save Yuu’s dad from the boys in this world.

Turns out the boys at RSA are a different type of annoying

Instead of selfish brutish boy, it’s selfless boy polite boy who lives in a fairytale and doesn’t have the self awareness not to be handing out pre-engagement rings to the first person they fall in love with.

Like he has to give Yuu the “Don’t be a Disney Princess talk”

🦀: Yuu, what’s on your fingers?

🦐: My platonic engagement rings.

🦀: You’re what? W-what’s a platonic engagement?

🦐: They said I was really pretty and could tell I had a nice personality and warm spirit in need of help and a permanent place to stay so they slipped a ring on my finger and said that if I still needed help I could stay with them in their manors and castles and all they wanted in return was my love and companionship.

🦀: That last part doesn’t sound pretty platonic.

🍎🐦: Ah, Yuu, here’s the rest of your platonic engagement letters.

Yuu’s dad snatches a letter and opens one.

🦀: My dear Yuu, I crave your presence and companionship wherever I am. Would you please do me the honor of living with me after your graduation?! Oh God, I’ve made a terrible mistake!

Yuu’s dad shakes the rings off her fingers, grabs Grim, and runs out of RSA.

🦐: Dad, where are we going to go?

🦀: Well we haven’t tried NBC?

~~~~~~~~~~

Spoilers: It didn’t last an entire day due to Rollo’s obsession with Yuu not having magic.

Yuu’s dad literally found Rollo on his knees, hands clasped with Yuu’s, begging her to be with him forever so she’ll never have to deal with those “magic freaks” again.

And so, the father, daughter, cat crew is back at Ramshackle.

Which is also where they see a pile of cards on Ramshackle’s doorstep.

🦐: They’re all Valentines Day cards! I completely forgot today was Valentines Day! Malleus’s card is so sweet!

🦀: Lemme see that. “Dearest-“ ugh- “My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or…Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself. -Malleus Draconia.” Sweetie, you do realize he indirectly called you ugly, right?

A/N: Real talk, do not accept the feelings of someone who offers you the gift of beauty. Please do not accept the feelings of someone who says they love you but is indirectly calling you ugly at the same time. I am telling you your self-confidence will plummet if you do.

🦐: Well…you know what it does sound like he’s saying I’m ugly. He thinks I’m ugly…HE THINKS I’M UGLY!! *Wails*

🦀: Don’t worry baby, he wouldn’t know what a pretty girl looks like if she hit him. Hell, his father probably abandoned his mother when he found out what her face looked like and realized it passed onto his son.

🦐: Dad…

🦀: No boy is going to insult my baby directly or indirectly and get away with it.

And so your dad storms out of Ramshackle, leaving you alone.

🦀: Malleus, come here!

What ensues is your dad grabbing Malleus by the collar and giving him this interesting sentence.

🦀: Malleus, I swear to God that if you ever make my daughter cry like you did with that stupid fucking letter, I will cut your horns off and have them displayed as a trophy.

⚡️: Let go of Waka-Sama!

Your dad drops him to the ground and gets a phone call from you.

🦐: He’s here and I lost sight of him.

🦀: Who’s at Ramshackle?

🦐: Rook! I saw him in the bushes with a pair of binoculars, and when I looked back he was gone!

🦀: Oh for fucks sake! Honey, don’t worry, I’m coming back as soon as I can.

🦐: *the phone call suddenly ends*

🦀: Shit, this is so not good. Maybe the cat got him and burned him to death. I hope the cat burnt him to death.

When he returns to Ramshackle, he finds you dancing, albeit very uncomfortably, with Rook in the backyard.

🦀: Hey! Hey! HEY! Hands off my daughter, French creep!

🏹: Non, Non, don’t misunderstand my intentions. I was simply inquiring her status about a visitation to Pomefiore. Vil wanted to see if she wanted some of his unused makeup.

🦀: But why are you dancing with her? Why were you in the bushes? Why didn’t you text her? You have her phone number! All of you do actually!

🏹: well quite frankly because you blocked us, and who wouldn’t want to spend time dancing with such a girl under the moonlight while waiting for an answer to a questi-Ah!

Yuu kicks Rook in the crotch and your father couldn’t have been happier

🦀: Good job, sweetie! Though you might want to kick a bit lower next time so instead of hitting the base of his penis, you hit his testes. Lemme show you.

Your dad picks Rook up and stands behind him so Rook’s body isn’t sliding downward.

🦀: Take another chance, honey!

You take another kick hitting Rook in his balls. You squeal in delight that you accomplished your dad’s helpful tip.

🦐: Yay! I did it! Did you see that?!

🦀: Sure did! Let’s bring the cat for a night time treat out in the town.

Your dad goes inside to get the baby carrier and Grim.

Meanwhile your first and second year friends are slowly walking up to you out of fear for what they just saw.

🦐: Oh, hi! What are you guys doing here?

♥️: Umm…💧💧💧….we were going to invite you to a beach party *sees Yuu’s dad walking out with Grim in a baby carrier strapped to his chest* but now I think we should leave and let you get a good nights rest for tomorrow’s academic activities hahaha!

🦐: Oh no, I can totally come to the party! I’m just going with my dad to the town for a snack!

🦀: *mouthing: you better not try anything or let anything happen to my daughter or else everyone will find you like this* *moves his hand to Rook’s body on the ground*

♥️: ….Yessir!

🦀: Come on, Yuu, let’s take you out for a snack and then you can enjoy your party.

You laugh and skip along with the your first and second year friends while your dad squishes Grim’s toe beans.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #f! yuu dad au #yuu dad au #ace trappola #malleus draconia #twst rsa #rook hunt #rollo flamme

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patito-oward · 8 months ago

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Birthday Wishes

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WC: 2k

Summary: YN gives Pato a birthday surprise

Tags: smut, fluff if you squint, oral (m&f receiving)

It’s a rare day that they get to wake up without an alarm blaring. One of them always has to be up for work or some other engagement, but today Pato is off between races, and YN took off to spend the day with him. Her first thought as she began to wake is to curl deeper into Pato and enjoy as many cuddles as she could before she had to start the day. As soon as she’s awake enough to realize what today is, her plans quickly change.

Pulling back enough to look at Pato, the white sheets are sitting low on his hips, leaving his chest completely exposed. The light coming in through the windows puts a glow on his tan skin, accentuating his abs, and the sunshine has made his chest warm. The trail of hair from his navel to below the sheets teases her, she knows where it leads and it makes her mouth water. She can’t wait anymore and leans over, placing a tentative kiss to his lips.

When that does nothing to wake him she continues, placing a kiss on his cheek, his jaw, his pulse-point, a few down his neck and across his collar bone. “Amor, wake up, it’s your birthday.” He leans his head back to give her more access and smirks, so she knows he’s awake. Straddling him so she can reach better, YN kisses across his other collar bone and up the opposite side of his neck. When she reaches his pulse-point, she scrapes her teeth across it, and he lets out a groan. Continuing the same pattern up his jaw and cheek, YN makes her way back to his lips, and slots their lips together. “Feliz”, another kiss, “Cumpleaños” and another.

“What did I do to deserve all this?” his voice is still laced with sleep.

“Today is your day, and you deserve to be celebrated.”

“Well in that case,” a cocky grin paints his face as he leans back in to kiss her.

They lay together with YN still straddling his waist for a while, neither in any hurry to get the day started. The kiss started, slow, soft, with Pato’s hand cupping her cheek, but grew in intensity. Neither minded the morning breath, or seemed to notice, both too encapsulated with each other.

Pato’s hand ventured from her face down her sides, he slipped a hand under her shirt and quickly found her exposed nipples. He ran his thumb across the hardened bud and relished in the noise it drew from her. The hand still on her waist tentatively pressed down, encouraging her to grind against him. As soon as she did he was moaning into her mouth.

YN can feel the effect their kissing had on him below her, and continued moving against him. Two thin layers of underwear are the only thing between them, and it’s the perfect amount of friction against her.

Pato is panting as she continues to use him, “Amor, please,” he’s never been ashamed to beg if it’ll get him what he wants, which is currently nothing more than to be in YN.

YN isn’t done yet, she wants to put on a show and make him see stars. She slows her hips, but doesn’t completely still them as she sits up and gets rid of his shirt that she wore to bed. His hands immediately go to her waist grabbing hard enough to leave marks. She’s a vision like this, sitting atop his waist in nothing but a small pair of underwear, soaking them both as she uses him to get herself off.

Leaning down to place another kiss to his lips she gathers her hair and ties it out of the way before whispering in his ear. “Alright, birthday boy, make a wish.” She bites playfully at his ear before sitting up, but it clearly has the desired effect on him as he bucks his hips upwards.

“Fuck,” He’s forcing her down onto him now enjoying the moans he’s drawing from her. “sit on my face.”

“Uh-uh, today’s about you and making you feel good.”

“Trust me, there’s nowhere I want to be more than between your thighs right now, please baby.” and YN is a mere mortal so who is she to deny that request, especially when he adds a slight pout to his lip at the end of his sentence.

“Alright, your wish is my command.” He laughs at that a little as she positions herself off of him. YN always thought laughing during sex was a myth but everything with Pato was so different. He made her laugh 24/7 and she was always so comfortable with him. They easily switched from hot and heavy dirty talk to giggles frequently while having sex, or as Pato sometimes referred to it, only to make YN squeem, making love.

YN strips herself of her underwear and climbs back on Pato, this time straddling his chest. Immediately he grabs her ass and starts urging her forward. She keeps herself lifted above him for approximately .3 seconds before he forces her hips down onto his face.

Pato wastes no time in diving straight in. He begins to lap feverishly at her opening, and his nose rubs against her clit. He takes his time, exploring different rhythms as his tongue prods in and out of her entrance. Looking down at him she finds him looking back at her watching how his every movement affects her, and sees nothing but bliss in his eyes.

When he moves his head and starts focusing on her clit she’s done for. As soon as his tongue darts across the bud YN is screaming out and moving her hands from the headboard to his hair. He sucks on her clit and as she shouts, “fuck, baby, so good” she pulls on his hair making him moan into her.

He sets a pattern, alternating between licking and sucking, and she’s a goner. It’s just on the right edge of too much when he starts moaning around her. She can feel the familiar knot forming in her stomach and her thighs are shaking where they’re clenched around his head.

YN screams as she comes undone, and Pato flattens his tongue to let her ride out her high. He rubs her thighs and up her waist as she slowly starts to come down. When she leans forward and hangs her head he can tell how thoroughly fucksd out she looks. It sends a jolt to his cock to know he’s the one that gets her like this.

His cock which has taken a back burner and he is only now realizing is so hard it hurts. YN shimmies her way back down to his waist. “You’re too good to me.” Instead of waiting for an answer she slots their mouths together, tongues automatically beginning to dance.

It’s not rushed like it was before she takes her time exploring his mouth and taking him apart. When she finally pulls back after minutes or hours, Pato’s panting. Without saying anything else she moves on from his mouth, kissing a trail down his jaw, occasionally biting but not hard enough to leave any marks.

He throws his head back and YN continues her path down his throat, softly mouthing over his adam’s apple. Just below his collar bone she bites hard enough to leave a mark which has Pato moaning and begging for more. She knows him well enough to know he’ll walk around shirtless whenever possible this weekend and revel in whatever comments are made about the purple marks across his chest. Not stopping there, she leaves many more across his pecs and down his abs. Switching between leaving marks and tracing his abs with her tongue.

Finally she’s brought to where she’s wanted to be since she first woke up. She’s more laying in between his legs now, the comforter long forgotten and kicked off the bed, and she’s face to face with his happy trail. The V formed by his pelvic bones are teasing her, knowing where they lead.

Cautiously she brings her lips to the head of his cock and mouths at it through the fabric of his underwear. She’s immediately delighted by the darkening spot by his head, and knows there’s precome leaking from his tip.

Hissing he grabs a handful of her hair in a fist, “You can not do that if you want me to last at all.”

In lieu of an answer she removes his boxers, the way his cock springs up and hits his stomach makes her want it more. Settling back in to her spot between his legs, she gently grabs the base and begins working his precome down his shaft to make the glide easier. As she uses a hand to work up and down his shaft, she brings her mouth to the head, and sucks the tiniest bit.

She can tell how on edge he is by the way his hand tugs at her hair, the burn delicious. When another blot of precome escapes him she presses her tongue slightly into his slit making him groan and his hips lift off the bed. “Fuck, baby, please you’re too good”

She basks in the praise and takes more of him into her mouth. She focuses on keeping her throat open and breath even as she tries to take all of him. When her nose touches against his pubic bone she makes her way back up. Pato babbles a lot during sex, “Baby, it’s good, so good, you’re perfect, please please please” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for but she understands, taking him all the way again.

When she pulls back this time she keeps her hand stroking him, then runs her tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock, swirling around the head when she gets there. Alternating between deep throating him and just appreciating his dick because god is it pretty, YN has him tumbling dangerously close towards the edge.

YN can tell he’s almost there because he’s an incoherent mess, muttering words in Spanish and English, pulling on her hair, and begging for more. She can see his abs clenching as she takes him into her throat again. He tries to pull her off by yanking on her hair, but she doesn’t budge, instead he shoots hot liquid down her throat. He really doesn’t mean to but he gets too caught up in the moment and jerks farther into her mouth causing her to sputter and pull off of him. When he comes back down, he sees the tears running down her face and realizes what he did.

He begins to apologize immediately, “Mi amor, I’m so sorry I didn’t want to hurt-“ his rant which was sure to be long winded and unnecessary is cut off by YN slotting their lips back together.

“Hey, I’m all good, no worse for the wear alright?”

He laughs at her, partly because she’s ridiculous, and partly because he’s so in love he can’t believe it. “I love you so much you know. Best birthday ever.”

“Oh yeah? It’s only 10:00, you sure you want to declare that already?”

“Trust me, nothing’s topped that.” he has a shit eating grin on his face and YN rolls off of him and throws a pillow at his head.

“You’re ridiculous,” Pato pulls her into his side to cuddle against him.

“Yeah, but you love me,”

“I do. I don’t know why sometimes, but I do.”

Pato switches the position they’d spent most of the morning in and rolls on top of her, but finds her waist and begins to tickle her. “I can’t believe you’d say such a thing, and on my birthday! Take it back!”

She’s laughing so hard it’s hard for her to get the words out, “Fine, fine, I love you and I know exactly why.”

Pato let’s up on his assault, “Good, now tell me all the reasons.”

YN took the same pillow from before and threw it at him again. “and I thought 25 was the age you were going to grow up, silly me.”

#pato o'ward #pato o'ward x reader #pato o’ward fanfiction #indy car #pato o’ward imagine

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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Too hot to be true

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 16

Prompt: Modern AU

Rated: T

CW: none

Tags: Modern AU; Podcaster!Eddie; Steve and Dustin are brothers; sexual tension

Eddie almost snorts his morning cereal through his nose when he checks his messages, because - yeah, right.

Eddie pls answer me, the message starts.

If that wasn’t enough, it is decorated with a veritable explosion of red exclamation marks.

As if that wasn't enough, the guy in the profile picture looks like he walked right out of a wet dream. Big, hazel eyes and a beaming smile under a shock of wet, windswept hair. He's leaning on a surfboard, tanned chest sprinkled with shiny droplets of water. Eddie absolutely wouldn't mind pushing him down into the sand, tracing those glorious pecs with sun-warmed lips - if he were real, that is.

"Nice try, big boy," he mumbles and hits the block button. "Can you believe how persistent these scammers are getting? I dunno what they think you earn making podcasts and vlogs for video game nerds, but- … sorry, did you say something?"

Chrissy scowls at him for a second longer, but then she shakes her head and sets down her coffee.

"Just asked when that kid will be here."

Eddie checks his phone. "Any minute now, the flight arrived an hour ago."

She picks up her bag and they walk into the hallway together.

"You really think it's a good idea? Him staying here?"

Eddie shrugs. "It's only for the con. And Dustin’s a cool kid. Way smarter than his age, and his podcast slaps. Maybe we can record an episode or two together, that would- … what?"

Chrissy still has this unhappy look on her face.

"Eds," she says. "He's a fifteen-year-old you met online. I'm surprised his parents allowed this."

Eddie laughs and holds out her coat. "Don't worry about it. His brother is chaperoning him, so it'll all be perfectly prudent. Dustin said he'd reach out, but somehow- oh, that'll be them."

If Chrissy was going to say anything else, it's lost under the sound of the doorbell. Eddie opens and is promptly tackled by a curly-haired blur in a baseball cap.

"Eddie!" Dustin cheers, "So cool to finally meet you in person, you won't believe what happened on the flight. That one guy…"

But Eddie doesn't hear what the guy on the flight did, hardly processes how Chrissy pushes past them, mumbling something about needing to catch her bus. He's too busy gaping at the guy standing in the apartment door. Because he saw him just a few minutes ago.

Granted, he's carrying a bulging suitcase instead of a surfboard, and he's wearing decidedly more clothes, but Eddie is pretty damn sure he'd know that ridiculously handsome face anywhere. Even though those pretty eyes are narrowed in an impressive deathglare now, and instead of a smile, those plush lips are twisted in a vicious scowl.

"Oh," Dustin says offhandedly, shouldering past Eddie and into the apartment as if he owns the place. "This is my brother Steve. I don't think you’ve talked?"

"No," the guy drawls, spearing Eddie with his gaze. "We haven't."

If Dustin notices the tension hanging in the air, he masterfully ignores it.

"Cool," he chirps. "Where do we sleep? I promised Mom I'd call once we're here."

"Chrissy's room," Eddie mumbles. The collar of his flannel is feeling too tight all of a sudden and when the fuck did it get so warm in here? "She's staying with her girlfriend over the weekend."

Dustin doesn't even wait for him to finish the sentence, just bustles down the hall and into Chrissy’s room. Eddie is left alone with the brother.

The very hot, very mad brother who's still leaning in the open doorway, looking at him as though he just kicked a kitten.

Well, shit.

"Sooo," Eddie tries. "Steve, is it? Would you like to come in?"

"Oh?" Steve’s eyebrows climb all the way up to the roots of his hair - neither wet nor windswept, but so absurdly floofy Eddie wants to bury his fingers in it and yank. "Can I? You're not gonna, like… block me on sight?"

Eddie winces, even as his stupid, smart-ass mouth answers. "Don't think that's how it works in real life, dude."

Steve's scowl deepens. Eddie wants to simultaneously cringe away and throw himself at him. It's a very weird feeling, to say the least.

"I dunno. I've been trying to contact you through every available platform for days, and you've been doing a pretty impressive job of it."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Eddie blurts. "In my defense, I thought you were a scammer."

The annoyance on Steve’s face is joined by confusion. He cocks his head. It makes him look like an upset puppy.

"A scammer?"

Eddie nods, brain-to-mouth filter rapidly eroding. "Or a pornbot. Real users usually aren't that hot."

Steve opens his mouth. Lets out a strangled sort of croak. Shuts it again. A blush is rapidly creeping out of his shirt collar, pink and pretty.

"Told you," Dustin hollers from stage left. "Not a good profile pic."

"Shut up, dipshit," Steve retaliates and finally pushes into the apartment. Eddie's grin drops off his face as the suitcase is pressed into his hands and he sags under the weight.

"C'mon."

Steve, already half on his way to the kitchen, turns, and Eddie is treated to a smile. It's just a ghost of the one from the profile picture - which is probably just as well, because if Steve unleashed the real thing on him here and now, he might as well go blind.

"I got up in the middle of the night to catch that flight. You can fix me a coffee, and then you're gonna unblock me. If you're nice, I'll maybe let you follow me back."

Eddie gulps as he trails after him into the apartment. It's gonna be an awkward weekend.

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bbina · 10 months ago

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you wake up to the feeling of someone’s arms around you. frantically sitting up, you look beside you to see wonbin sleeping soundly.

your sudden movements prompts wonbin to stir in his sleep, ultimately tightening his grip around your body.

“just 5 more minutes taro..” he murmurs in his sleep

you look down on yourself, trying to recall last night’s events. thankfully you still had your clothes on meaning nothing happened between you and your fake boyfriend.

that’s when it hits you. wonbin came over to your room last night to hangout. one thing led to another and that’s how wonbin ended up sleeping next to you. you gaze at wonbin, who was peacefully asleep. he looked so cute sleeping, the way his hair was all tousled and all, it was truly a sight to see. you brushed some of his bangs away from his face. the light touch of your fingertips against his skin startles him awake, his eyes snapping open in surprise.

his initial reaction was to grab your wrist.

you let out a small laugh, “good morning, sleepyhead”

wonbin smiles lazily when he realizes it was just you.

“g’morning” he mumbles, before rolling back to his previous position, his arm still around your body.

you only watch him in amusement. then wonbin sits up, eyes wide at the realization of the position you two were in. instantly, he withdraws his arm around you, spitting out a string of apologies

”shit! sorry i fell asleep. you were so warm against me and i don’t even know what came over me–”

you grab the pillow next to wonbin and smacked him with it. he lets out an “oof” as you laugh

“it’s alright, dumbass. it’s not like eunseok’s gonna barge into my room right now to check on me. it’s still probably like too early for him to-”

you spoke too soon. you weren’t even able to finish your sentence when your brother shamelessly barges into the room with sohee, seunghan and anton in tow

“have you seen wonbin shotaro said he wasn’t in his room last night– you gotta be fucking kidding me” eunseok stops his sentence midway when he sees you in bed with the person they were looking for

the six of you stare each other in shock? in amusement? you can’t really tell with the way eunseok’s face contorts into something you can’t decipher, sohee who looked like he just walked into something he shouldn’t, seunghan who was standing with his mouth agape and anton who was on the floor dying with the whole situation

“is this real? chat is this real?” anton hollers, clutching his stomach

“no way…” sohee covers his mouth

"HOLY SHIT" seunghan exclaims, clapping his hands

“i’m going to kill him” eunseok darts straight to wonbin, pulling him up with the collar of his shirt.

“eunseok no!” you screeched, standing up on the bed, getting in between your brother and wonbin who looked like his soul just left his body. eunseok’s fist was up in the air, making a fuss about why were you two on the same bed

“HYUNG I CAN EXPLAIN” wonbin desperately pleads

“EUNSEOK IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE”

with all the commotion going around, sungchan, who was on the room next to yours, enters the room. “what’s going on in here?” he asked as he takes in the room. you were in between eunseok and wonbin who was now kneeling in front of eunseok’s feet, sohee, seunghan and anton all laughing while recording on their phones

“i swear on my life nothing happened between us” he hears wonbin reason out to the fuming eunseok.

“there better not be! i’m not trying to have little nieces and nephews running around any time soon!” eunseok booms (basically yells) at the poor boy in front of him.

but of course anton, sohee and seunghan had to be little shits and decided to instigate.

“but eunseok hyung.. why were they in bed together?”

“is that wonbin hyung’s hoodie that y/n is wearing?”

“if i were wonbin i’d start kissing eunseok hyung’s feet”

seeing how eunseok’s eyes were literally on fire, you push your brother away from wonbin.

“nothing fucking happened, seok!” you intervene, defending wonbin from your older brother’s wrath. you looked around to see anyone who can pull eunseok away from the room and you make eye contact with sungchan.

“jinsu! please help” you say with pleading eyes. sungchan had an unreadable expression on his face. you could be imagining it but you see hurt flash through his features before grabbing eunseok by his shoulders and dragging him away from you and wonbin

he was about to say something til his girlfriend walks through the door.

“hey what gives– oh my!” she gasps at the sight of wonbin who was on the floor, you standing in front of him, sungchan holding eunseok off. she puts two and two together and mutters an “oh..”

sungchan whispers something to eunseok before he leaves the room with his girlfriend. you can only watch the couple leave with a disappointed sigh. almost forgetting the situation you were in.

eunseok takes a deep breath as he calms himself down. he trusts you enough to let this go. if you claim that nothing happened then nothing happened. however, he still has the urge to give wonbin the talk after

“this isn’t over” eunseok starts, looking between you and wonbin, “you and i are gonna have a talk after breakfast” he motions two fingers in front of his eyes and to wonbin’s. almost like he was threatening him (he was). with that, he leaves the room with sohee, seunghan and anton scurrying behind him, giggling at wonbin’s flustered face

eunseok didn’t even bother to close the door when they left. shouting “this door STAYS open”

when the coast was clear, you hear wonbin exhale and fall to the ground with a hand on his chest.

“that was the scariest i’ve seen eunseok” he says, dazed, looking up at the ceiling. you can only laugh in agreement. that was the first time you’ve seen eunseok act like an overprotective brother. then again, you didn’t really have a “boyfriend” til now

“what are we gonna do now?” wonbin turns his head to look at you.

“pray that you’ll get out of that talk alive”

“y/n!”

between the lines ★ count your days

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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mythicmanuscripts · 4 months ago

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how would aegon ract to his partner wanting to collar him, be it with something that only they now the meaning of or a litteral collar in the privat space

thx xoxo

INCREDIBLE QUESTION!!! Lads I actually love anything and everything to do with collaring, so this is great.

My answer isnt explicit at all, but since it's very clearly a d/s dynamic I'm gonna put it under a cut. So happy sub!aegon below the cut!!!

So firstly, I think pretty much the entire of the red keep misunderstands Aegon? They all tend to think that Aegon doesn't care about anyone except himself and that he chooses to be a failure because he doesn't care.

The actual reality is that Aegon wants to badly to be good, but he feels like he can't ever meet the expectations everyone has set for him. And well, if he can't actually please anyone then why should he try to be better?

Of course this changes when he meets you, and suddenly he has someone who praises him and guides him and makes him feel like he actually can be good. You make him actually want to try to be good for you because he knows he actually can manage to please you and that even if he fails, you'll still be proud of him for trying.

Being called a good boy truly gives him this insane burst of serotonin and he just loves you so so much.

The first time you realise he might have an ownership kink is when instead of calling him a good boy, you call him your good boy. It makes him do a double take and look at you, "Yours?" he asks, and when you nod he kinda just throws himself in your arms.

You start to take more notice of indications that he likes to feel like he belongs to you after that. Maybe you buy him a very nice gold necklace? It's just a simple gold chain that will hang loosely on his neck, something that would never be guessed to be a collar.

So you get the chain wait until you and Aegon have a night to yourselves to bring it up. When you ask aegon if he would like to be collared by you, he's answering yes before you can even finish the sentence.

In a way, the collaring feels more important to him than the actual wedding did? The wedding was an arranged marriage, you didnt choose him out of love and desire. But the collar is completely different, the collar is you choosing him. You are choosing to have him, choosing to look after him.

He never takes the necklace off, never ever.

#sub!aegon #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon smut #aegon the second #king aegon #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon imagine

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emilsendo · 1 year ago

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Baji Keisuke x Male Reader

Type: Angst to Fluff. (enemies to lovers)

"Can you finally notice me!?"

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Baji Keisuke and You literally ALWAYS hated each other. Neither of you knew why, maybe because one was better at fighting than the other? Maybe because of behavior? Who knows.

Unfortunately, Mikey took a liking to you very quickly when you were all kids, which meant that you had to see the brunette with canine teeth every day. And this made the whole situation even worse, Baji often insults and interrupt you when you were talking about something, he hit you for no reason, which most often caused fights between you and him. So Draken, together with Mitsuya, had to pull you away from each other.

But after a while, when you were both 13 years old. You noticed that Baji started behaving strangely. I mean, weirder than usual.

A boy with black hair and canine teeth sometimes, even often, glanced at you out of the corner of his eye when he thought you weren't looking. He stopped insulting you and interrupting you while you were telling stories to others, and instead listened to you with buttery eyes.

That.was.weird.as.fuck.

Maybe someone just hit him in the head too hard during the fight? If so, it must have been a REALLY hard hit because Baji is acting like some kind of puppy around you. You don't even look like you're enemies anymore! Which terrified both you and the rest.

(Timeskip. You and Baji are 15 years old)

You were walking somewhere near Musashi Shrine, it was already after the Toman meeting, so all you could do was walk slowly home. But after literally a few minutes of walking, someone punched you in the face. You fell to the ground because you didn't expect this attack, but you knew exactly WHO hit you. Baji Keisuke.

Only he's able to punch you in the jaw hard enough to make something crack, so it's pretty obvious that the perpetrator is Baji. You got to your feet with a pissed off face, ready to punch Baji back. But when you saw the boy looking down at the floor and his long hair covering his face and cheeks which were now as red as a tomato. You instantly frozen.

The boy looked at you with an irritated, even angry expression. Then he gritted his teeth and shouted at your face:

- Can you finally notice me!? - his cheeks became redder than before after he shouted it loudly and clearly. You were surprised and confused. What did he mean by that?

He always hates you, bully you and fights with you. So what was this sentence supposed to mean?

- What was that supposed to mean, Baji? Are you playing with me again, do you want to get a good punch in your face or something? - You said with a frustrated tone, looking at the other teen with confused and angry expression. Baji was even more angry and frustrated than before after your answer, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't have the guts to do so.

After a minute, he quickly grabbed you by the collar of your gang uniform and pulled you towards him to place his cold lips on yours. This made you make a surprised noise. What the hell is going on here!? You thought in your head as Baji continued to kiss you gently on the lips. After a while, you returned the kiss, your heart was beating like crazy and a slight blush appeared on your cheeks. You didn't understand why you felt this way. You were supposed to hate each other... right?

Your lips separated from each other after a minute or two. You both looked deep into each other's eyes in silence until Baji broke it and said, panting slightly.

- I love you, idiot! Is it so hard to notice...? - he said at the end, more quietly and softly. He then grabbed your waist and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder to hide his blush.

Maybe being enemies paid off?

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Hiya!!

so I finished my first oneshot, which I think sucks 💀👍 but I hope not that much.

#Tokyo Revengers x male reader #baji keisuke #male reader #gay #enemies to lovers #fluff #angst with a happy ending #oneshot #dom male reader

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sageofthestarz · 7 months ago

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This started out as a two sentence thought that got out of hand into a ficlet;

Ifrit can't let himself relax when it comes to sex.

It's an act, it has to be a show, he has to make sure it goes perfectly for his partner

He keeps himself quiet other than a few very controlled moans that are at the room that times. Though he longs to whimper and whine through it.

He's sensitive as can be, can easily get off with just a little grinding. Start playing with his nipples while you're at it? He's a whining puddle willing to beg you for more

He knows that's not what people want from him though. He's seen as a full dominant top. Keeps up that persona because he knows that's what they enjoy from him

The overexcited handsome jock who can and will fuck you into next week

He revels in the times he's had where he doesn't need to keep that up

They're rare. He never asks for it, but always wants it, craves it

Zephyr's the easiest, a mate, a friend, such a caring lover

Ifrit can't always fuck Zeph like he's used to, can't be too rough, can't be treating them rough, sometimes they can't even handle the soft of sex

The first time Zeph asked to just touch for awhile Ifrit froze, unsure of how to proceed

It was a motions thing for him, a routine, he didn't know how to go about anything that was outside of it

Zeph just gives a soft laugh at how shocked his fire ghoul looks and starts to direct him

"straddle my hips, mmhm- good boy~" the air ghoul purred as a Ifrit settled, eyes blown wide at the shock those two wordd sent though him

"Grind that pretty cock against me now, common. Rock those hips- slower- enjoy the feelings. There's no rush. Relax those shoulders.. there we are"

Cold hands slid up under the the fire ghouls shirt and over chest sending another shiver though the male as thumbs pressed over the hardened buds

Ifrits eyes fluttered shit, his hips stuttering for a moment before he found the rythem again. Letting out a heavy sigh as he allowed himself to do as the air ghoul said and just.. feel

It came out before he could stop it, a cracked little "hmn-nggg~" of a whine when Zeph gave them a soft pinch, his cock visibly kicking through his pants

"My, someone likes that doesn't he~" Zeph breathed out, enjoying the soft rocking against his own achingly hard cock

"Fuck.. sorry just-" he held back another noise as Zeph repeated the motion. Hips stuttering and eyes rolling back having to bite his lip "sensitive.." he mumbled out, trying to keep his voice steady

Zeph shushed him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that Ifrit all but melted into "Less talking, more of those delicious noises~" he whispered working his way down the collum of his neck nipping at the skin as his lovers head tilted for him

"Who would've known you were so pretty like this.." he takes a nice grab at Ifrits chest rubbing down his pecks to then slip the shirt off running his tongue from the ghouls collar done to take a nipple into his mouth

It was a bit of an awkward angle, but all the worth it feeling how Ifrit tensed and shook with a strangled whine, hips rutting against his faster as the ghouls cool tongue worked over the bud

To say Ifirt was overwhelmed was an understatement. He never would've thought that something so simple so.. normal would make him feel so much

The realization of how close he was hit him all to fast, eyes going wide as the pressure built rapidly, barley getting out a small "Z-Zeph- gonna- fuck~ " before the ghoul was trembling. A uncontrollable whimper, eyes screwed shit as he came in hot hard spurts into his one jeans

Zeph guided his head to rest against his shoulder moving to rub his back as he went though the after shocks, chest heaving as he tried to take in enough air

"Such a good boy.. shame you never let me touch sooner. You're so pretty when you cum, you know that baby?" His voice is honey sweet and Ifrit can do nothing but hide his face in his shoulder, those words making his cock kick another rope from him

They stayed like that until Ifrits body stopped shaking, moving to lay them both down. The fire ghoul feeling uncharistically clingy, that the air ghoul was happy to meet

"You didn't.." Ifirt started, brain fuzzy as he brought a hand to Zephs thigh, to which he was met with a tut and a kiss to his head "Don't need to, I'm more then happy with what happened" he purred

Ifrit seemed conflicted, stuck between wanting to trust his partners words and run on instinct. Zeph shushed him as if he could hear his thoughts "If we're feeling up to it later you can do whatever you wish. For now, I'd like for us to rest"

Ifrit have a small nod, moving to sit up on the air ghouls request as he cleaned up the fire ghoul before throwing the comforter over them

"Thank you.." Ifirt said quietly, head against Zephs chest "Always my flame. Anytime you'd like okay?" Ifrit nodded, feeling the most relaxed he had in a long time as he dozed off along with his partner

#spicy tag #zephrit my beloved #ifrit ghost #ifrit ghoul #ifrit #zephrit #zephyr #zephyr ghoul #zephyr ghost #ghost bc #ghost fandom #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghoul ifrit #nameless ghouls #this is unedited #sorry not sorry #sage writes

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year ago

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Contains canon-typical violence

[When another Peacekeeper takes you for a lady of easy virtue, Coriolanus goes to defend your honour. Exemplary gentleman! Or something to that effect...]

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Saturday night, mid-July. Despite the late hour, the air is warm but refreshing compared to the scalding daytime. A soft breeze carries an aroma of weeds and freshly mined coal. The streets of the town are filled with people - lovers and workers alike. Their whispered conversations and light-hearted laughter is drowned out by the booming music coming from the local bar. Truthfully, who in this weather could take a rain check on a cold beer?

The bar is bustling with life. The floor is shaking, boards creaking, as a mob of tipsy people is dancing their troubles away. Tomorrow and its anxieties a mere ripple on the water - unimportant, insignificant. The Covey is playing an encore, one of many that evening but the repetition doesn’t seem to bother the bar’s patrons. Their merriment continues undisturbed.

The same can be said about you and Coriolanus, at least for the most part:

You’re sitting with your backs turned towards the stage. A silent reassurance from Coriolanus that he is, in fact, over the songbird. Although you’ve never doubted his honesty or loyalty, he felt it only proper to let everyone know there’s a certain pair of eyes focused on only you at all times. Whatever that may entail.

Perhaps if you weren’t so emotionally invested in the obnoxious market quarrel you’re re-telling Coriolanus, you’d notice that he doesn’t look at you in the way one would expect a man in love to gaze at the lady of his heart. No, there’s something much more intense and downright sinister in the blue of his irises. The cognac in his glass is left untouched. Snow appears strangely animalistic as though he is nothing more than a predator waiting for a perfect opportunity to pounce on his prey. Perhaps if you weren’t blinded by love, you’d realize you’re an exotic, colourful butterfly hovering above a famished sundew. A matter of time, one could say.

In any event, all of your attention is on Coriolanus and the same could be said about him in some way - the part of his brain that is not lost to his primal fantasies with you as the main character is consumed by your entire persona. That is, until something, someone, gets between the butterfly and the sundew.

"Then a silence,” you continue your story. Considering the tension in your voice and the spark in your eyes, you’re about to retell the highlight of the drama. „She’s red in the face, absolutely seething. Her entire dress in drenched, she’s reeking of smoked fish. The guy, God bless his soul because he’s definitely going to need a miracle after this, he reaches for a-"

One of the Peacekeepers interrupts the climax of the story as he almost falls over. Stumbling and swaying, his much-unneeded drink spilling out of the glass, he grabs Snow’s shoulder to find balance. Despite leaning against Coriolanus, the soldier is still moving from side to side. If the air inside the bar wasn’t stale already, you’d probably be able to smell all of the liquor he has consumed.

"Private Snow,” the stranger drones his words, clearly struggling to form a coherent sentence, "has found us a barracks bunny! Good on you, Capitol boy.”

Time seems to slow down as you watch in horror what happens next. Coriolanus jumps to his feet. Not a word or even a growl of warning leaves his mouth. Taking a generous swing, Snow hits the man straight in his jaw. Something cracks horribly. The power of the blow makes Coriolanus lose his footing for a short moment. When he’s standing on his own, he’s quick to reach down for the soldier.

Snow lifts the other Peacekeeper by the man's collar. Coriolanus is angry enough for his body to shake.

"Don't you fucking dare talk to her like that," he growls. Before the drunk soldier has a chance to beg, plead or apologize, his face is hit again. And again. And once more - for good measure.

Finally, you grab Snow's shoulder and pull him off the battered man. Reluctantly, he stands up. Fury is burning inside his eyes. He’s about to say something when the bartender yells at the two of you and throws a dishrag:

"Hey! Out of my fucking bar!”

You tug at his hand and he doesn’t put up a fight. Snow’s eyes linger on the beaten-down soldier for a while longer. Pondering. Some less civilized part of him is considering breaking free from your hold to finish the offender once and for all. That aspect of his nature, however, loses to reason and Coriolanus gives up his taste for revenge. For now, at least.

The night air is refreshing. It feels as though the smell of wildflowers and coal is shaking you awake, instantly sobering you up. Despite the town being far from silent, it feels unbearably quiet without the dancing people and the singing troupe. You let out a deep sigh.

"I’m sorry.” Coriolanus is the first to speak up.

You turn around to look at him. His eyebrows are slightly raised and you almost believe his faux remorse. The look of satisfaction in his eyes gives him away completely. "You’re not.”

Suddenly, his doctored display of regret disappears. Even better - a grin curves his lips. "Yeah, I’m not.”

Coriolanus lifts his hand to reach for your jaw. Then, you notice something strange about his knuckles. Blood. The flesh between his fingers is torn. Red, irritated skin begins to swell and grow hot to the touch.

A high-pitched gasp escapes your lips. "Coryo, your hand! Let me-"

"It's nothing,” he answers in a stern voice. Coriolanus pulls his arm away when you try to grab it.

"Nothing?!" you repeat in disbelief. "You're bleeding!"

"Hey, look at me,” he says as he holds your face between the palms of his hands. Snow’s blue eyes pierce yours, making you feel like he’s suddenly privy to the deepest secrets of your soul. Considering how much time he’s spent studying you as a whole, he probably does. "It's nothing. Really. Just a scratch, nothing more. I'm going to be okay.” His expression changes from serious to more mischievous. Coriolanus lets out an airy chuckle. You feel his thumb gently brush against your lower lip. "You should have seen the other guy."

You can’t help but laugh too. As cliche and ridiculous as it sounds, someone did just got into a bar brawl to defend your honor. "I don't want to look at that man ever again in my life."

"Good,” Coriolanus whispers. His hot breath brushes against your flushed cheeks. "Then keep your eyes on me."

"With pleasure.” You giggle against his lips. He seems to have little regard for the fact that the two of you are still in public. Coriolanus kisses you deeply, almost desperately if he was humble enough to describe himself with such a word. "My knight in shining armour,” you say in an overly dramatic tone.

Coriolanus tilts his head. He stares at you with a mix of superiority and amusement. Silly, little butterfly that thinks the sundew is just another pretty flower. "A knight in shining armour is useless."

You furrow your eyebrows. "What?” you ask in confusion. "Why?”

"His armour is shiny only because it has no scratches,” he answers. There’s a sense of thrill in his voice. The sundew impresses the butterfly. "He’s never seen battle. He’s a coward,” he spits the word out with disgust.

Snow’s words make you nod in agreement. He has a point. A knight in a shining armour is a greenhorn at best and a wimp at worst. But if the knight’s armour is scratched and indented, he knows what he’s doing. The hero has seen war and came out alive. Not many can boast with that achievement.

"Then I sincerely apologize for your armour is, indeed, scratched, sir Coriolanus.” Gently, you hold his hand and kiss it right below the bloodied knuckles in case they’re too tender to touch without causing pain.

And what a beautiful sight it is - the butterfly joyously sits on the sundew.

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Hey guys! I want to take a moment to sincerely thank everyone who has reached out to me in the past week. Although you’re Internet strangers, it really means a lot to know that people care. I’m doing alright but it will probably take a while to adjust to the new reality. Now whenever the cat is meowing at seemingly nothing, my mom says „She’s walking around”. As nice as it sounds, I truly hope She’s not looking over my shoulder, watching me write a romance fantasy about a walking red flag of a man.

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drabblesandimagines · 9 months ago

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Cidolfus x fem reader fluff with either sick day or opposites attract 👻🐕

Also just wanted to say your fics are amazing and I'm basically stalking your account almost every day now. With you being one of the only ones making fluffy content for my favourite boys, please keep going. Lots of love, and you deserve all the followers ❤️.

Thank you, lovely! I hope you enjoy <3 Petal Cidolfus Telamon x female (Branded) reader

You’re too hot – a particularly odd sensation as you struggle to recall the last time when you’d felt anything but cold. Spending so many nights sleeping in a drafty chocobo barn had left a permanent chill in your bones.

There’d been a heavy storm a day or so ago when you were on the road to the market – your master took shelter in the carriage and had left you shivering outside on the saturated ground, shackled to one of the large wheels for good measure.

You had made it to Northreach somehow, but hardly the picture of a healthy Bearer who would make good coin. A chesty cough, pale skin, unable to keep focus. Your master was in a foul mood – there hadn’t been an ounce of interest in you at the auction and he was loathed to drag you all the way back without anything to show for it. The market had shut for the evening and so he had moved to the outskirts the opposite side of the town – the mothercrystal of Orinflamme shining in the distance, your arms shackled above your head once more on the carriage’s great wheel in the hopes of flogging you to traders making their way in and out of the town in the early evening.

You no longer had the strength to keep your head held up, your mind fuzzy, so it’s not a surprise that you don’t hear the approaching footsteps until a new, deep voice booms from a few metres away.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

“You look like a man who appreciates a good deal.” Your master chuckles. “Got a Bearer for sale.”

There’s a gloriously cool, gloved hand placed upon your forehead for what turns out to be too short a moment before it is removed.

“Oh, petal.” A velvety voice tuts sympathetically at you in a murmur – too low for your master’s ears. “She’s burning up with a fever.”

“These Branded always run hot,” is his scoffed response. “She’s good stock, mind. Only a little bit of stiffness about her.” He grabs a fistful of your hair in a harsh grip and yanks your head up, and you blearily take in the stranger who is crouched in front of you.

He reminds you of a lord the way he is dressed - his shirt somewhat open with a large collar, two sword hilts jutting out from his hip, clean shaven and looking remarkably unimpressed at the sight before him. “And you really think you’re going to be able to sell her in this condition?”

“If you’re not interested, I kindly ask you to fuck off.” He shoves your head forward to emphasise his point as he relinquishes the grip on your hair.

“Now, now, no need to be rude - I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” The stranger gets back up to his feet. “Why are you selling her?”

“Honestly, I could buy a new Branded that won’t give me any lip for farming work. I’m too old for that.”

“Oh, she’s spirited, is she?”

“That’s a word for it. So, are you interested?”

“Hm.” The man reaches for the gil pouch by his side, as if to check its weight. “What’s the price?”

“10,000 gil.”

He whistles. “For a sick, stubborn Bearer?”

“She’s not sick. And I’m sure a young gentleman like yourself would be able to knock the stubbornness out of her. I paid 15,000 for her originally – it’s a bargain.”

If your head wasn’t pounding, your mouth completely dry, you would’ve had something to say about being described as a bargain… but all your energy is focused on breathing.

“Fine.” The mysterious man agrees, pulling off one of his leather gloves and offering his hand.

Your master grabs hold of it eagerly, beaming. “Pleasure doing busi…” But the sentence is cut off as sparks of lightning crackle in the air, blue bolts shooting from the stranger’s hand and up your master’s arm before sparking all over his body.

Your master grunts, drops to the ground, twitching, eyes wide open in your direction.

He’s alive, breathing, but he won’t be getting up again anytime soon.

The mysterious man puts his glove back on and, using his leather boot, gently rolls your master over. He bends down and grabs a bundle of keys that had been attached to his belt before crouching down in front of you once more. You wonder if you’re next.

You tense as a gentle hand cups your cheek, bracing yourself for pain, but it only tilts your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles – sympathetic and kind. “Hello, petal. Name’s Cid. I’d ask you yours, but something tells me you’re not up for much talking right now. I’m going to get you out of these shackles and we’ll find somewhere comfy to rest up for the night. You’re safe with me – you have my word.”

He removes his hand and you manage to keep your head upright, a little in disbelief as he places the key in the lock of one of the shackles and undoes the mechanism, careful to lay your arm down in your lap before repeating the action with the other.

“There we go. I’m going to pick you up now, petal. You just rest.”

He places an arm around your back, another under your knees and gets to his feet with a slight grunt, mumbling about his own knees. The upward motion seems too much to bear, however, and unconsciousness takes over.

Isabelle raises an eyebrow at the sight of Cid at her door, you cradled against his chest. She puts her hands on her hips and tuts.

“Cid, it’s not bring your own.”

“Not what it looks like.” He lifts you up, causing your head to lull back and reveal the Brand on your cheek. “Petal’s not well. Any chance of a bed for the evening and we’ll be out of your hair after dawn?”

“Of course.” Isabelle steps back, widening the door to permit Cid entry. “What happened?”

“Some git trying to sell her on the outskirts. He’s taking a little nap. Poor thing’s absolutely frozen.”

“Did anyone see?”

Cid shakes his head. “No. I’d be surprised if he even remembers.”

“Girls,” the Dame calls to a couple of the women hanging by the door – Cid isn’t a stranger to partaking in the delights the Veil has to offer, after all. “Prepare a fire in Cid’s usual room. Extra blankets.”

Cid nods in thanks, heading towards the staircase to a room he knows well.

You don’t know what’s real or what is a dream over the next few hours. Fleeting moments of consciousness - a cold compress against your forehead, a rough voice coaxing you to drink something that feels soothing on your throat and warming in your stomach.

You wake up feeling… comfortable? It’s an odd sensation. What would you be on that’s so soft? You open your eyes, confused at the fact that you’re covered in a soft knitted blanket. The room is strange – a bed, a chair and a man standing over the fireplace, rousing the flames higher with a fire poker.

He turns and his eyes widen as he sees you awake and you panic and begin fumbling with the blanket, stuttering out an apology as you try to get up. How did you end up in a bed of all things?

“Easy now,” he holds up his hands in surrender as he takes a cautious step forward. “I meant what I said – you’re safe with me.”

You’ve just managed to disentangle yourself from the blankets, getting up on legs that just about to collapse underneath you. The man is quick to your side, a hand on the small of your back and another around your shoulder, guiding you back down upon the bed.

“Master, I-”

“None of that, petal.” He cuts off your protest. “I am not your master, and, from this day forward, you will never have one again. Pop your legs back up.”

You do so, automatically – an order is an order, no matter how confusing it may be – and he tucks the discarded blanket around you with a satisfied smirk.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Name’s Cid,” he grins, bowing with mock flourish. “May I have the pleasure of yours?”

“I don’t… Where are we?” You ignore his question.

“We’re at The Veil, in Northreach.” The Veil rings a bell in your head and the colour must drain from your cheeks as Cid is quick to try and set your mind at ease. “Not like that - the Dame is a friend of mine, just set us up for the night. You were too ill to travel.”

“Travel?”

Cid nods, sitting down heavily in the chair by your bedside. “Mm-hm. You see, I have a place that’s safe for people like you, where we can live on own own terms…”

Your eyes flicker to his Brandless cheek. “We?”

He smiles.

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“Here we go, petal.” Cid smiles as he enters the solar, holding the bottle aloft in triumph. “Tarja thinks you’re over the worst of it, but she’d rather you keep up with the tonics for another few days.”

You shuffle upright, aided by the multitude of pillows Cid had set up at the headboard of the bed, and frown at the prospect – the tonics are horribly bitter due to one of the plants that make up its components. “Really? But I’m feeling so much better…” Your protest falls flat at how hoarse your voice remains.

“Ah-ah,” he chides as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed and proceeds to pop the cork out of the bottle, holding it out in offering. “Good girls take their medicine.”

It is a battle you know you won’t win. With a sigh, you take it from his hand, closing your eyes tightly and down the tonic with a grimace. It’s silly, but sometimes you think you’d rather go through having the Brand removed again that drinking another one of these foul things. “Thank you.” Cid plucks the now empty bottle from your hand and places it down on the side, smiling wistfully at you – it still makes your scalp tingle, even after all these years.

“What’s that smile for?”

“Just a bit of déjà vu, love.” He wraps his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “This reminds me of that first wonderful night we spent together.” “How?” Your brow furrows in confusion, thinking back to the night he'd first kissed you in the solar after a successful mission and a glass or two of wine. He laughs. “Not that one.”

“If you’re thinking of the one at The Veil, we have a very different opinion of what counts as wonderful.”

“How can it not have been wonderful, the night you came into this old man’s life? Only difference is, now I can do this,” he leans in to meet your lips in a chaste kiss, withdrawing quickly with a wink at your pout. “There’ll be more when you’re better.”

“But I am be-”

There’s a frantic knock upon the solar door and Cid turns, keeping your hand held in his.

“Come in.”

The door is flung open by an out of breath Gav, face red with exertion. “It’s… time.” He wheezes, leaning on her knees. “Shiva’s on the… field, like.”

“Right…” Cid nods, and you don’t miss the subtle frown as his eyes flick from Gav to you in thought. You squeeze his fingers in unspoken affirmation. “Are you sure?”

“Go. You don’t know when you’ll get another chance.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again. “Gav, tell Goetz to get ready. We’re heading out.”

“On it!” Gav turns and sprints back down the hall towards the staircase, and you squeeze Cid’s fingers once more to gain his attention.

“You’ll be careful, won’t you?” You ask, timidly. His forearms are mottled with petrification now, no matter how much he tries to hide his discomfort from you.

He smirks, patting your thigh through the blanket. “Don’t you worry about me, love. You just concentrate on making sure you’re fully recovered when I return, hm?”

You nod as he gets to his feet with a final squeeze of your hand. He double-checks the belts that sit ever present at his hip and adjusts his gloves ever so slightly – a nervous habit, but not one he’d ever confess. Once satisfied, Cid leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Behave. I don’t need to tell you that both Charon and Tarja will have no qualms in dragging you back to bed if they see you wandering around.”

You roll your eyes and nod, knowing it’s true - you had remained spirited - and watch as he walks over to the door. He hesitates a moment, leaning his head against the doorframe as he takes one final look.

“I love you, petal.”

You smile, gripping the blankets in absence of his hand. “I love you too, Cid.” --

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