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hyunniesgirl · 1 year ago

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More than words

Pairing: Lee Know x fem!reader

Summary: your best friends are getting married and you're their maid of honor. They just forgot to mention that the best man and your partner in the wedding is the guy who broke you heart.

Word count: 6,394

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk people, just fluffy and a tiny bit if angst, also there's a screenshot/fake text close to the end.

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A/N: so, this was supposed to be a bday post for Lee Know but I couldn't finish it on time :( turns out I can't write under pressure and I still don't think this is good enough but I don't think I can do better this time lmao I'm sure he can feel my love even if it's a bit late(I wish) so happy late bday for my bias the most sassy and sexy man on earth!!!!

You look at the invitation in your hands and sigh. You were really looking forward to your best friend's wedding. You were overjoyed when she told you Jeonghan had finally proposed and that she had chosen you as her maid of honor. You were excited to go out shopping to choose her wedding dress and enjoyed helping plan all the little details.

The thing is, Seojin forgot to let you know that the best man is going to be her best friend, your long-term crush and the guy who rejected you. Lee Minho, your wildest dream and worst nightmare embodied.

You, Seojin, Jeonghan and Minho had met in college and you fell in love at first sight. Yeah, kinda cheesy, right? You always had been a logical person so love at first sight sounded like bullshit to you, until it actually happened.

It was the strongest, most nerve wracking emotion you ever felt in your life. The way every move he made, every word he said, every smile he gave you, just made your entire world turn upside down.

You never really put a lot of effort into hiding that you liked him, seizing every opportunity to hit on him but he never really gave you the time of day, brushing it off as a joke.

A year ago, you decided to confess to him. You told him about your feelings for but it was no surprise when he turned you down.

You already guessed he didn't feel the same way as you did, you just thought it best to regret what you have done rather than what you haven't. And you did regret doing it in the end. Your heart was broken and you felt empty, you haven't spoken to him since that day. So to know you'll have to spend a whole weekend in his presence is not something you're looking forward to.

>>>

You came to the airport right after you clocked out of work. It's not a long trip, so you try to make yourself comfortable while you're in the plane.

As the maid of honor, you have to help the guests during the weekend, this is your job so Seojin can relax before her wedding.

So when you feel someone sitting by your side, you put your best smile on, ready to introduce yourself.

Your smile disappears when you see Minho there, he has his usual smug smile on his lips and an eyebrow raised, staring at you and waiting for you to continue.

"Oh, it's you", you say, feeling your cheeks warm, turning around to look out of the window.

"I expected a more heartwarming greeting", he jokes, "we are partners for the weekend after all"

'Don't even get me started on that', you think, sighing.

You should be nice to him, at least while you're on wedding duties, he didn't do anything wrong after all. But you're embarrassed, the last time you talked to each other was when he rejected you.

"How have you been?" He asks when you don't say anything.

"Fine", you give him a forced smile, "and you?"

"As usual", he answers, shifting in his seat, uncomfortable.

"Dating someone?" You ask and his head snaps at you, he didn't think you'd want to know something like that. You sure are having the same reaction, cursing yourself with every name you know, you really can't help yourself, you're an idiot.

"Not really", he clears his throat, he thought you'd have forgotten all about him after so much time but he feels strange knowing you still want to know about that, "you?"

You shake your head, no. You're not dating anyone since you didn't get over him yet. It's pathetic really, a whole year went by and you're still hung up on him.

You don't talk much for the rest of the trip, you just make small talk about his plans with Jeonghan for the weekend. Minho missed you, more than he could have expected, so it's nice having time with you again.

You have always known Jeonghan is rich, but to book a room for every one of their guests at a five star hotel it's a whole other level of wealthy. You're already dreaming about the long bath you're going to take on the hydromassage in your room, after that you're going to lay in the comfortable hotel bed and relax for the rest of the night, maybe check again your plans for tomorrow.

"Mr. Lee", the receptionist says to Minho, giving him the keycard. She looks at you, waiting for you to get closer to the counter, "What can I do for you, Miss…?"

"Oh, it's Y/N L/N", you say, stepping closer. The woman taps something and frowns.

"You're in room 143", she says and you smile politely, waiting for your keycard, "together with Mr. Lee", she points to Minho, who's looking at his keycard and showing it to you.

You take a deep breath.

"There must be a mistake, we are not together, we have to be in different rooms"

"I'm sorry, there must have been a mistake in the booking", she smiles apologetically, "we can give you a full refund"

"There's no need, I can just stay in another room"

The woman presses her lips in a thin line, looking at the other receptionist by her side.

"I'm sorry, but we are fully booked"

You take a moment to understand what she's saying. So there's no room for you? That's great.

"I'll just go to another hotel", you sigh, stepping away.

"I'm afraid it will be hard for you to find another hotel miss, it's the weekend and there are a lot of weddings happening at this time of the year"

"What am I supposed to do, then?", you ask, trying not to freak out.

You can't stay with Seojin since she's the bride and the other bridesmaids magically found a partner to bring to the ceremony so there's nowhere for you to sleep.

"Just stay with me", Minho sighs, running his hands through his hair. "It's your room too anyway"

You stare at him for a whole minute, trying to think of a way to get out of this, but you can't. You have to stay close to Seojin for the wedding plans and you really want to stay in this hotel.

"Do you have a better idea?" He asks, seeing the frown in your face.

You sigh, shaking your head, there's nothing much you can do. You follow Minho to the elevator, pressing the bottom and waiting for the doors to open. A crowd starts to form around you, pushing you together into the confined space. Minho is crushed against the wall and you're being pressed against him, as if things aren't already bad.

"We should have waited to catch the next one", you whisper and he sighs.

"Is not like we had a choice"

You want to fight him, you want to blame him for all this situation. If he didn't reject you, you would be together now and you wouldn't mind being pressed against him. You wouldn't mind the warmth growing in your lower stomach just by the touch of his skin on yours.

The moment people get out on the second floor, you step away from him, trying to hide your red face. You walk together in the corridor, your mind is so full you forget the situation you are in, but when you enter the room you see the bed. There's only one bed. You completely forgot this is a room for a couple, as if it's not enough that you have to sleep in the same room with Minho, you'll have to share the same bed too? If there's a god, he must be laughing at your face right now.

"Do you want to shower first?" Minho's voice takes you out of your thoughts and you turn around to look at him.

"Yeah, thanks"

You grab your bag and go into the bathroom. It's okay, you don't have to freak out, you are in a five star hotel, in a really nice suite, you can manage to survive the weekend.

When you packed your things, you were planning on sleeping alone so you are lucky you actually brought pajamas even though you always sleep in your underwear. This pajama is not the most decent one but it's what you have at the moment.

The hot bath does wonders to relieve your stress, you use the expensive shampoo and hair conditioner and massages your body with some nice body lotion, ready to have a good night of sleep.

Minho's seated by the bed when you get out of the bathroom, his clothes are folded by his side and he's scrolling on his phone. He lifts his eyes towards you, freezing instantly. What the hell are you wearing? He feels the warmth going up his neck, cheeks and his ears.

"A-are you done?" He stutters for the first time since you've known him.

"Yeah, the hair conditioner is really nice, look how soft my hair is now", you step closer to him, tilting your head so he can touch your hair.

"I'll try it myself", he walks past you. You must have taken a lot of time in there for him to be in such a hurry.

When Minho gets out of the bathroom you're already sleeping, you're laying down on your stomach with your round ass bursting out of your shorts or whatever is that thing you're wearing, he's sure he'll go crazy in the next two days if you keep this up.

>>>

When you go into the restaurant and see Seojin, you want to commit a murder. You know that face she's making, it's the face she has when she did something mischievous and is trying to hide it.

"So it was YOU", you slap her arm, sitting in front of her at the table. The other girls didn't seem to have arrived yet.

"I don't know what you're talking about", she smiles looking at you with doe eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, really, you put us in the same room?"

She sighs in defeat. Seojin knows better than to keep pretending, you know her too well to believe in any excuse she'll come up with.

"I just want my two best friends to make up", she smiles, "it's my wedding after all"

"I get that, but you could have thought about a better way", you sigh, calling for the waiter and asking for a bottle of wine. "I won't ruin your weekend", you smile, grabbing her hand to squeeze it, "but you're done for when we go back"

She shivers, you're really scary when you get mad. But it's worth the risk, she knows you're not over Minho and she wants to help you get together.

"Leave the whole bottle", you ask the waiter that just came back to your table bringing the wine and two glasses, "and keep bringing more when you see I'm out of it", you ignore his look of pity.

You're going to have lunch with Seojin and the bridesmaids, then you're going to pick your dress up and bring it to the hotel for you to wear tomorrow.

Soon enough the bridesmaids arrive, there are only three, Seojin's cousins and Jeonghan's sister. They won't shut up about their partners, that aren't even official or anything. You can't believe they brought just about anyone to your best friend's wedding and you absolutely are not being petty because you were forced to stay in the same room as Minho because they all had partners.

After setting the date for your meeting later in the night, you go to pick up your dress. You had to make some last minute changes and were lucky they were available to assist you immediately.

The first thing you do when you get to your room is to try on the dress, making sure it's perfect for the next day. You struggle a bit to put it on, since it has a zipper in the back, but you manage it.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, you look nice. The green really enhances the color of your eyes and it's going to look perfect with your makeup and hair done.

You feel a sudden tug in your hair, a few strands got stuck in the zipper somehow. Perfect. You pull it a couple of times but with no success until you pull it so hard the zipper actually breaks.

"Oh no no", you whine looking at the big problem you have in your hands.

The door opens behind you and Minho enters, staring at you for a moment, you look beautiful. He would have admired you for a whole hour if it wasn't for the desperate look in your face, that's when he sees that your dress is open in the back with some of your hair stuck in the zipper.

"Are you alright?" He asks, you look at him trying to calm yourself down. What are you going to do? The wedding is tomorrow.

"I messed up", you tell him, tears brimming in your eyes, "I ruined my dress, how am I supposed to go to the ceremony?"

There's no way you can get it fixed, there's a lot of weddings happening this weekend and it's Saturday afternoon, there's not going to be a tailor available.

Minho can see the gears turning in your head, you're overthinking. He gets closer to you, grabbing you by the shoulders, making you look at him.

"Hey!" He says, loudly enough to catch your attention, "calm down! We can find a way to fix it!"

He's looking deeply into your eyes, telling you to take deep breaths and you do just that, calming down a bit in a few minutes.

>>>

Minho had his fair share of broken hearts, sometimes he was the one crying over the end of a relationship and sometimes someone else was in that position. He liked you more than as a friend, he knew that since the beginning of your friendship but he never opened up enough to form another type of relationship with you. So when you confessed to him, he felt so many things at the same time.

He was happy that you felt the same way as him, mad he didn't know about it sooner but mostly, he felt scared, your friendship was so important to him that he didn't want to ruin it by dating you. What if you two broke up later? How could you still be friends?

That fear made him turn you down, he regretted it the moment you walked out of the cafe you were meeting up and in a certain way, he did ruin your friendship, since you didn't speak to him after that day and he couldn't bring himself to contact you too.

He knew Seojin was the one who pulled this stunt of putting you together in the same room, she always loved to play cupid. He just didn't expect he would like the situation so much, he missed you a lot, more than you could ever imagine.

Seojin was waiting for him at the lobby, she wanted to go for a walk and talk, to settle some little things about his role in the wedding.

"Finally, you're here!" She smiles, squeezing him in a hug and he does the same.

"Did you wait long?" He asks.

"Nope, I just had lunch with Y/N", she answers, eyeing Minho and waiting for his reaction to the mention of your name, he chuckles.

"So, did you have to put us in the same room?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Seojin smiles, giving him puppy eyes.

"If I didn't you wouldn't speak to each other, I'm sure of it", she huffs.

"I would try talking to her, you know that"

"Yeah, but she'd probably run every time, that's why I had to go to this extent", Seojin starts walking and Minho follows her.

"I guess you're right", he says, tucking his hands in his pockets.

"Didn't you regret turning her down? I know you like her too"

"It doesn't matter if I regret it or not, she hates my guts now"

They walk for about five minutes before Seojin takes a deep breath and starts talking again.

"I know I shouldn't meddle into this but you're both my best friends so I feel like I have the right to intervene when you're just being dumb", Minho glares at her, "I'm sure she still likes you, Min"

Do you, though? You can't even look him in the eyes. You don't want to talk to him. He wants to believe in what Seojin is saying but he's afraid he lost his chance with you.

When he sees you almost bawling your eyes out because of the dress, he knows he has to do something, anything for you.

"So, I called someone I know that lives here in the island with her family and her grandma is a former tailor, she wants to check the dress and see what can be done", Minho says, looking at you sitted by the bed, your hands gripping the ruined dress.

You get up in a jump, wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing him.

"Thank you so much, Min, I don't even know how to repay you", you realize too late how close you two are from each other. Stepping aside, you give him a sheepish smile, mumbling a "sorry"

He clears his throat, turning around and walking to the door, trying to hide the blush in his face.

>>>

Seojin held the position of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen… until now. You're seeing Minho's friend but she doesn't look real, she's so gorgeous that for a moment it looks like she's walking in slow motion.

What takes you out of your haze is the awkward interaction between them. Minho said she is someone he knows but are acquaintances close enough to ask for favors? And the way they are interacting tells you they're not friends either.

She's smiling at Minho and he's just there, nodding, there's not a single glance of affection in his behavior. He's not like this, sometimes he may seem cold and a bit mean, but he's the sweetest with the ones he likes, you know that because you used to be one of them.

"So, I'm Mina", she looks at you with a big smile and you greet her, telling your name. "Is this the dress?" She asks, looking at your garment bag.

"Yes, thank you so much for accepting to help", you say and she chuckles.

"Anything for Minho", she looks at him with a smile and you feel your chest ache even though he keeps a straight face.

She leads you into the house, it's a beautiful traditional construction. Her grandma is waiting in the living room and she asks Mina to make some tea while she looks at the dress.

"Can you help me bring the things?" She asks Minho and he nods.

The old lady is very nice, she tells you about her years of experience as a tailor and how she had to fix absolute disasters in her days, so your case will be easy peasy, she just has to replace the zipper with a new one.

"Give me half an hour", she reassures you with a smile and then looks around, "can you go see why my granddaughter is taking so long?" She asks and you nod, getting up and following a path you think leads to the kitchen.

"Does she know about us?" You hear Mina's voice and stop in your tracks, you shouldn't eavesdrop, right? Then why can't you move? Your heart starts beating so loudly you're not sure you'll be able to hear his answer.

"Let's not talk about that while she's here", Minho asks, sighing. "I'll meet you when you come to Seoul and we can talk"

You can't breathe. So they are not just friends, you feel dumb. Of course Minho would like a supermodel like her, even though you are beautiful you can't really compete with that.

You go back to the living room. You can't look at their faces after what you heard, is it immature? Yes, but it's not a secret that you're not over Minho and listening to him, thinking about him meeting with another woman just makes your heart break again, even though you thought the pain you were feeling would end after he rejected you last year.

"Are you alright?" He asks when he sits by your side, smiling slightly at you and you nod awkwardly.

Would you have gotten over him already if he just had said you are not his type? He just said he couldn't be more than friends with you, was he trying to be nice?

The old lady refuses to get paid for fixing your dress, she says it was so easy it shouldn't even count as a service, in return she asks you to come by again when you're in Jeju because she liked you. You thank her again, saying your goodbyes and walking to the car while she asks Minho for something only a man can do, since her son is not home yet.

You put the dress in the backseat of the car, finally breathing relieved.

"So you're the one I should thank", you're startled by Mina's voice behind you.

"Oh, for what?" You ask, turning around with a hand on your chest.

"For bringing Minho here", she smiles sadly and you frown. "I guess he didn't tell you", she says.

"I know that you're a thing or something like that", you say, is she trying to rub it in your face? Is she feeling threatened?

"Oh", she laughs, "no, we are not a thing"

"I don't understand, then", you say, trying to not smile, feeling a weight being lifted out of your chest.

"We dated a few years ago, but I did something terrible to him, I know he hated me after that", she sighs, "I've been trying to meet him for so long to apologize but he never gave me the time of day, so imagine my surprise when he willingly called me to ask for a favor", she smiles, "I guess you must mean a lot to him"

You feel your heart sink, did he really do that for you? You don't know what she did, but you know Minho doesn't forgive someone easily and he surely doesn't like to owe a favor to someone that did something bad to him.

"Anyways", she says awkwardly after you stare at her without saying a thing, "thank you, I hope you make him happy", she smiles, nodding to you and heading back.

Make him happy? Does she think you two are together? Did she notice you were jealous?

So many questions and no answer at all. You snap out of your thoughts when the gate to the house is closed with a loud noise. Minho walks to you, opening the door.

"Are you not getting in?"

You don't speak much on your trip back to the hotel, your head is just so full of thoughts you don't think you'll be able to form a sentence if you try to speak. Besides that, it's almost time for your outing with Seojin and the other bridesmaids, Minho's also in a hurry so you guess he has something planned with Jeonghan and the groomsman as well, so you both run to your room to get ready.

You're the first to shower since you'll take longer to dress up. You don't take too long, letting Minho go in while you do your hair and makeup in the wall mirror in the bedside.

You put on a tight navy blue dress, it's long enough to cover your ass but not enough to make it proper.

Minho comes out of the bathroom already dressed, he's wearing a white button down that looks heavenly as if it was made just for him and jeans that just embrace his toned thighs.

"You can take a picture if you want", the smirk on his lips makes you scoff, taking you out of your state of haze.

"Well, it's no secret that you're handsome", you point out, "I did fall in love with you after all"

Minho stops in his tracks, he did not expect you to bring that up. Do people that still have feelings for the other joke about it? He wants to believe he still has a chance, but the way you act, so nonchalantly, makes him insecure.

"You're pretty too", he says, ignoring your remark.

"Not as much as Mina", your voice sounds more bitter than you meant it to be, "she's really gorgeous"

You turn around, picking up your purse, you don't want him to see your face full of contempt and jealousy. You walk out of the room, not waiting for his answer, cursing yourself till you get to the lobby to find your friends.

There's nothing like a girl's night out to take all your worry away. You drink, flirt with strangers, play games, take a tour around Jeju eating delicious foods, go to karaoke and walk by the beach.

Around midnight the bridesmaids take a taxi back to the hotel but you and Seojin want to drink more and have more fun since it's her last day as an unmarried woman.

The fresh air of the beach sobers you up, you're still a bit dizzy, but not as wasted as before. Your friend is worse than you, she's stumbling and laughing at nothing.

"I love you so much", she says, grabbing your face and cupping your cheeks, "you know that, right?"

You chuckle, putting your hands over hers.

"Of course I know, and I love you too", she smiles, stumbling and falling down on the floor.

"My butt", she whines, caressing her sides.

It seems like she's too wasted now, it's time to go back. You call Jeonghan, asking him if he can come pick you two up by the beach and as the gentleman he is, he didn't drink because he knew his fiancee would get too drunk to even walk and need someone to pick her up. You laugh at his answer and wait for him, it's good to know Seojin will have someone to take care of her like that.

You all were friends in college and you love Jeonghan, but you were always closest to Seojin. She came up to you and asked to be your friend on the first day of school when you were all alone since you didn't know anyone in the city, much less in that university.

You stare at the waves in the ocean, it's really calming to feel the breeze and the sound of the sea.

"My love", Seojin screams, looking behind you. She gets up and runs before you can help her. You turn around to find Jeonghan and Minho coming in your direction. Seojin jumps into her fiance's arms, giggling and kissing his face.

"Are you alright?" Jeonghan asks her and she nods frantically, mumbling 'better now' while resting her head on his shoulder. He looks at you with a brow lifted, questioning and you chuckle, nodding.

"What about you?" Minho asks and you roll your eyes, walking in a straight line to prove you're fine but your body betrays you and you trip on your own feet. You don't fall since Minho wraps his arms around your waist holding you. Why do his hands feel so good on you, when he's holding you? Why must you still feel this way after being rejected? Don't you have any pride left? Those ungodly reflexes he has are annoying sometimes, you'd rather he'd let you fall face first on the sand.

"Are you sure?" He asks, a judging look in his face.

"Yes, I'm sure", you say, stepping away from him.

Maybe you're still a little bit tipsier than you thought.

He glances at Jeonghan and he shrugs, they take you and Seojin to the car, securing you two on your seatbelts. The trip back is noisy, unfortunately Seojin is not a sleepy drunk, she gets even more energetic in her intoxicated state. So she tells Jeonghan and Minho about everything you did during your outing, every detail, even that three guys tried to take you home after you drunk flirted with them.

You give your goodbyes in the lobby, since they are staying in another wing of the hotel. You and Minho go to the elevator and you notice he's drunk too, he tries to hide it, but he keeps stumbling and has to lean on the elevator's wall to keep standing.

"I think you're much prettier than Mina", he blurts out of nowhere and your head snaps at him, a frown in your face. "You didn't let me finish earlier, I was going to say that you're the prettiest girl in the world for me"

The doors to the elevator open and he walks away, like what he just said didn't leave you completely lost. You feel your heart beat faster, following him to your room and leaning on the door after you close it, staring at him while he walks around the room.

Your mind is full of thoughts, why is he always so nice to you? You suddenly have the preposterous urge to tell him again you're in love with him, it must be the alcohol, but maybe you need him to tell you he doesn't like you in that way, maybe if you're humiliated one more time you'll be able to let him go.

"You shouldn't be nice to me", he looks at you, brows furrowed in confusion, "if you do I'll cross the line you drew last year", you stumble a bit, trying to get to him and he holds you. "I'll kiss you if you don't stop me", you say, noticing how close you're from each other.

Minho doesn't say anything, his head is spinning a bit and he's sure you're bluffing. He's so wrong, though. He realizes that only when your lips come crashing on his, he doesn't even have time to process what's happening before you push him away, stepping aside.

"I-I'm sorry", you say, 'of course he won't reciprocate', you think.

However, contrary to your expectations, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his hand on the small of your back and pulling you back to his embrace, kissing you. His lips are soft and his movements are rushed like he's been waiting to do that for a long time.

Maybe you're just dreaming while awake, it's impossible for him to be kissing you, right?

You wake up feeling your head hurting like crazy, your mouth is dry and you feel sick. Suddenly what happened comes crushing in, did you actually kiss Minho? And the most important part, did he reciprocate? You can't remember, the last thing that you recall is kissing him but everything after that is just a blur.

You look around the room, trying to find him and when you realize he's nowhere to be seen, you can only draw one conclusion. It seems you've been rejected once more.

It's okay, now you feel like you can get over this crush, you two didn't have a future anyway. You want to cry, you really do, but you can't show up to your friend's wedding with puff eyes and you don't want to stay in this room for long, you don't want to meet him again until the wedding. So you grab your dress and the things you'll need and take it to the bridal suite.

Minho is happy, you still like him after all. After you two kissed you fell asleep, he tucked you in bed and watched you. You were always a sleepy drunk, when he's more like Seojin. He feels energetic until the exhaustion hits him.

He wakes up early, to grab some coffee and hangover medicine for you two, but when he comes back waiting to find you awake, you're nowhere, your things are not there either. Did you regret kissing him? Maybe you just wanted to feel something familiar with him. No, he's not going to let these intrusive thoughts make him assume things, he needs to talk to you.

And he would, if you answered his calls or his texts. He freaks out even more when his phone buzzes with a bunch of texts.

>>>

You're trying to distract yourself, telling stories about your college times with Seojin to the other bridesmaids and helping the bride relax before her big moment. You don't want to tell her about the whole thing with Minho, you don't want to turn her big day into a drama about yourself.

She keeps frowning while looking at the phone, the ceremony is going to start in less than thirty minutes so it's understandable that she's nervous.

She looks at you with desperate eyes.

"The wedding planner just texted me saying there is something wrong with the menu, can you check it for me?"

"Of course, I'll be back as soon as possible", you smile reassuring her. It's weird though, you went through all the details with the staff before meeting with Seojin.

You walk to the kitchen, looking for the wedding planner and finally finds her talking to the waiters.

"Hey, what's wrong with the menu?" You ask the older woman and she looks at you, confused.

"What do you mean?" She asks, "there's nothing wrong"

You frown, looking around. Seojin clearly told you the wedding planner was the one to report the issue, so it's impossible for her to not know about it.

"Hm, Seojin told me there was a problem?!"

"She must be confused, honey, brides get really stressed, maybe she read some of my texts wrong", she tries to reassure you and you nod, not really buying it. Seojin is a perfectionist, she wouldn't make this kind of mistake. But if the wedding planner is telling you there's nothing wrong then there's nothing you can do about it.

You walk back to the bridal suite, twenty minutes till the ceremony. When you open the door there's no one else there, where did they go? You look around trying to find someone but they're not even in the dressroom. The door opens behind you and you turn around ready to ask where's everyone, when you see Minho closing the door.

He stares at you for a few seconds, waiting for your reaction.

"Did you regret kissing me?" He asks, taking a few steps towards you.

"What are you talking about?" You say, trying to sound nonchalantly even though you want to cry just by looking at his face.

"You kissed me, you should take responsibility", he gets closer.

You feel your throat dry, taking a step back.

"You're the one who left me by myself", you mumble.

"I just went out to buy meds for us, why did you assume things?"

"Of course I'd assume things, you rejected me once, why wouldn't you do it again?" You point out, feeling angry and your answer feels like daggers being shot at him.

He takes a deep breath, grabbing both your hands and holding it close to his chest.

"There's not a day I don't regret turning you down that time", he sighs, "the truth is that I liked you since the first time I saw you but I couldn't ruin our friendship and I was so scared that I wouldn't be enough for you, like I wasn't enough for her"

You know about who he's talking about and want to kick him for even thinking you're anything like Mina, but most you want to punch her in the face, she broke his heart and left him in crumbles.

"I would never do anything to hurt you", you whisper, he's so close to you know, you can feel his breathing hitting your face.

"I know, I was scared that time and I'm still scared", he lifts your hand to his lips, "but if you give me one more chance I promise I'll be better, no one's gonna love you more than me and I'll always be there for you"

You waited for this for so long you're not even sure if it's happening.

"Can you pinch me?" You ask and he smirks.

"I can bite", he slides his hands to your waist, getting closer and giving a peek to your lips, biting your lower lip, making you shiver.

"Now I know it's real", you say, staring into his dark eyes.

"Should I take this as a yes?" He asks and you nod.

"I have been yours ever since I met you, there's not another answer but yes when it comes to you"

He smiles, the brightest smile you ever seen on him, then he kisses you, and he wants you to remember this one for the rest of your life.

Walking down the aisle with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, arms linked with Minho's while exchanging knowing smiles, you can't help but imagine if one day it's going to be you two there. Minho on the other side is already planning how he's going to propose, because he's absolutely sure next time it's going to be you in a wedding dress and him waiting patiently for your hand.

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doe-eyed-fool · 9 months ago

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First of, I love ur writing second I'd like to ask for a lucifer morningstar x reader request where lucifer is sick and the reader cares for him but somehow ends up getting sick too so they just both are sick now?

Can be fem reader or gender neutral I don't mind either way. It would be very nice if you would do that if u have time for it and of course if u feel like u want to write it. If u don't want to that is fine too, either way I'm gonna wait for any new story u write.

Hope u have a great day

Sick Day

Lucifer x gn!Reader

Warning(s): None

Thx I hope you have a great day too! Enjoy~

"I tried to warn you."

Lucifer lays in bed, groaning as he hugs one pillow close to him. He had recently kicked the covers off himself after getting too hot, but now, he felt a terrible chill run through him.

The king was unfortunately sick, and he felt like garbage.

"I told you that overworking and not taking proper care of yourself would lead to this." You sigh as you sit in the empty spot next to him. "Ready for the next dose?"

Lucifer would have made a break for it after hearing that question. However his body betrayed him, feeling as if someone had tied boulders to his arms and legs.

He groaned again and hid his face in the pillow. "I'd rather suffer." You roll your eyes at his childish behavior. But you couldn't blame him. The medicine tasted god awful, and it was thick too, making it harder to down in one shot.

"Well, I don't want you to suffer." You say, placing a hand to his head. "You'll feel so much better if you take it, Luci." Lucifer looked up at you with a pitiful gaze. "I promise." You add.

Lucifer sighed. "I can't believe I got this sick. I also can't believe how much it's wearing me down. My body hasn't ached this much since I fell from Heaven." He sits up, wincing as he does so.

"Yeah, getting sick is a bitch." You chuckle. "It's a good thing you have special doctors just for you. I don't think I'd trust just anyone here giving you any type of medicine. Now, please." You hold the small cup of dark purple liquid to him.

Lucifer inhales deeply. "Ok." He takes it and actually manages to get it all down in one go. He holds back the urge to gag, a shiver runs up his spine. "How can something so disgusting help you feel better?"

You shrug. "I don't know, but it does." You place your hand on his. "And it will. Trust me."

Lucifer cracks a small smile. "I do trust you. But, you really should get going don't you think? I don't want you to get sick because of me."

"Luci. I'm not leaving, until I know you're better." You say with a smile. "I don't care if I get sick."

Lucifer blushes a bit. "Y-You should!" You chuckle before handing Lucifer a glass of water. "Shh, just relax. I got you."

Lucifer takes a sip, grateful that the awful taste was fading from his tongue. "You're too good to me." He mutters, blush still present on his face. You smile before taking a cold rag and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Only the best for you." You say softly.

...

"I tried to warn you."

You frown at Lucifer's words before a string of coughs left you. "Shut it." You say with a scratchy voice. Lucifer hands you that terrible medicine.

"Don't worry, love. Just relax, I got you." Lucifer tells you. You couldn't help but smile. "Thank you Luci. And sorry, I should have listened."

Lucifer shrugs. "Eh, it's not so bad. Now we get to spend all day in bed, watching terrible sitcoms. What could be better than that?" He snuggles up next to you.

You lean into him and sigh softly. "Maybe if we weren't sick." You joked. Lucifer rolls his eyes. "I guess so. But then we would have to make up an excuse to be lazy in bed."

"Any excuse to spend more time with you is a good excuse." You grin.

Lucifer's face heated up, he cleared his throat and tried to change the subject. "Man this show is awful isn't it? How do people watch this?"

"You're blushing." You say teasingly. "I-I am not! My face is just hot!" Lucifer huffs.

You laugh lightly. "Whatever you say, Luci."

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 1 year ago

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Everybody loves somebody 🫀

RE6!Leon S. Kennedy x wife!reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for older Leon!! I recommend you listen to 'Everybody loves somebody' by Dean Martin as this fic is based around that song. This is a birthday present for my dear friend @vampkennedy ! Happy Birthday, Raf ❤️

~Fi 🐝

Warnings: so much fluff, it's actually disgusting, so fucking sappy, how dare they be so in love, maybe like a smidge of angst, get your tissues ready

Word count: 2.8k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The dimly lit room was filled not only with warmth, but with love. The love you held so deeply in every crevice of your heart, just for him. Your heart and soul were his entirely, there was no power that could change that. You loved him so fully, like you had never loved anyone before. No one could could compare to him, let only the love he had for you, too.

Every moment with him felt like a waltz, a graceful dance through the warmly illuminated walls of the castle that were your bound hearts. You were almost floating, his grip on you never wavering, and neither was yours. How two humans could hold each other so tightly, yet so incredibly lovingly at the same time was a mystery to you- until you met him. He opened doors you didn't know existed, holding the key in his hands.

He made your chest feel tight with the amount of affection and adoration you harbored in your heart. The gentleness he had about him, so soft it made you melt like honey, was only for you. You were the only one to see it, to hear it. To feel it. Leon was a rough man- tattered around the edges, cold and stoic, but he was nothing but warming and smooth around you. Like all of his doubts, flaws, whatever it was, just vanished the second you were in his vicinity.

There was no feeling greater than having him hold you, your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, while you just lay there in silence. But it was never really silent. Your love was beyond words, no matter how quiet it was, words of praise and affection always lingered. His hand in yours never failed to remind you of your connected souls.

Deeply intertwined, roots tightly woven around each other like an ancient tree that would stand forever more and never falter. You lifted each other up, two forces that couldn't exist without one another. And you never, ever had to. He'd always be with you and you with him, no matter what might come or what challenges you'll face. You were his, and he was yours.

You recalled your years together, a smile sitting on your cheeks. It was your 5 year anniversary as a married couple. Marrying him was one of the best opportunities you'd ever gotten, and you would do it again in a heartbeat. It was a decision you would never second guess, how could you, when you were so lucky? You could still see it- like it had only happened yesterday.

The nervous look in his eyes, the way he fiddled with his hands. The soft and gentle, sometimes awkward, rookie you fell in love with still lingered deep within him, even if he'd never admit it. But once you made your way down the aisle, all his worries were gone. He couldn't contain the tears that cascaded down his face as the reality finally caught up to him. He would marry you. He would be your husband, your best friend, and whatever else you needed him to be.

The truth was, Leon couldn't wait to feel the coolness of your wedding ring against his stubbly cheek or the warmth of you pressed against him in the early morning hours. He couldn't wait to come home to you, his wife. God, that word made him all warm and fuzzy inside. He had actually beaten the odds and got his happy ending. You were his happy ending, and he would be grateful for you until the fates decided his time was up.

And even then, he'd play the role of Oprheus to get you, his muse, his Eurydice, back from the depths of the Underworld. He'd play the fool if he had to, all for you. Always for you.

You stood in the kitchen, the heat of the oven and stove making small droplets of sweat roll down your skin. The dinner that was boiling on the stove enveloped the room in aromatics and savory smells. It was a favorite of Leon's, a little surprise you were preparing. You used to go to fancy restaurants and other over the top anniversary activities, but ultimately this is was where you felt the most comfortable.

A nice candle lit meal in your shared home was more than enough to satisfy you heart. So you stood here, one hand on your hip, the other stirring the pot with a wooden spoon. You were humming a tune- whatever was on the radio at the moment. Still in your comfy clothes, you turned off the heat to let the dinner simmer. You'd planned to dress up a little- just because you were at home didn't mean you couldn't doll yourself up a bit.

You made your way to your shared bedroom, laying out the dress you'd picked and some jewelry. Now that you think of it, you hadn't seen Leon in a suit in a while. He always looked so good, distinguished, put together. It made a small frown creep onto your face. You rummaged through his side of the closet, seeing whether he still had that one suit that you loved.

Sadly, it was nowhere to be found. You figured he probably sold it or gave it to a friend. He never really wore it, after all. You could always buy him a new one, maybe as a christmas gift. There were definitely occasions where a well tailored suit would come in handy, and maybe you could convince him to wear it just a little more often, just for you. He'd do just about anything you asked, which you sometimes used to your advantage.

You'd give this a little more thought another day, for right now there more important things to worry about. Like would he be home in time, or would you have to spend your wedding anniversary alone? Would be hurt, and if so, how badly? You shook those thoughts away. He was careful. He always was, and you assumed he took extra caution for today. He would always come back to you.

You began getting dressed, he would be home soon, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled. God, 5 years. What a number. It felt like you've barely been married for more than a week, still in the honeymoon phase, and at the same time you could've sworn you've been together for a lifetime. Time does fly when you're happy. Truly happy.

You heard the jingling of keys and the click of the doorknob turning. Followed by a rustle of various unidentifiable items and heavy steps on the floor. "Honey? I'm home!" rang out his beautiful voice. It made your heart beat higher, just how domestic that phrase was. You walked towards the noise, checking on the food on your way.

You were about to say something, but when you laid eyes on him, all words left you. He stood there, in the suit you had looked for earlier, hair slightly slicked back, with a pretty tie around his neck. "I see we both had the same idea," he smiled, walking over to you and wrapping your still stunned form in a hug. "Happy 5 years, baby." Leon whispered in your ear, then placing a sweet kiss on your neck.

The stubble on his face made a shiver run up your spine when it touched your skin. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart." You replied, gently caressing his cheek. Leon captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pulling you closer by your waist while your hand was on his cheek and your other arm draped around his neck.

"God, you're gorgeous, look at you," he mumbled after pulling away, his eyes looking over you and admiring what he saw in front of him, lips lightly stained by your lipstick. You chuckled lovingly. "Thank you, love. You look so handsome in that suit. When did you have time to change?" You asked, your hand resting on his chest and slightly toying with the lapel of his jacket.

He was at work today, which usually got pretty bloody and grimey, yet he was here looking like a Hollywood star. Clean and smelling of that irresistibly cologne of his. "Well, showers do exist. Not to mention that a quick stop at a motel to get ready for my special lady is 100% worth the ass kicking I'll get tomorrow." He explained with a grin.

"You left early? Leon-" he stopped what was about to be a worried lecture with a finger to your lips. "I won't hear it, not today. Today s'just about you and me, baby." He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You returned an equally soft smile. "You're right, Honey. Dinner's ready,"

"You made dinner too? Here I was, thinking this was my anniversary present," he smirked, looking you over. Playfully rolling your eyes, you plated everything, Leon closely watching from over your shoulder. You'd set the table earlier today, nothing too extravagant, just a simple tablecloth, the fine silverware, and some candles.

"That smells and looks amazing, baby." He muttered, his arms wrapped around your waist. "S'your favorite," you smiled, awkwardly moving around in his arms to get everything ready. "You're perfect." He mumbled against your shoulder, placing soft kisses on your exposed skin. Your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat. Even after all those years together, his compliments still made your heart soar.

You let out a breathy chuckle. "I don't know about perfect-" you were quickly interrupted by Leon gently turning your head and pressing a kiss to your lips. "But I know. You're perfect, end of discussion." He smirked. "Alright, alright, I'll take your word for it." You giggled, continuing with your task. He hummed in satisfaction, letting his lips graze over your hair.

He let go of you at some point, though reluctantly, he seated himself at the dining table as you served dinner. You ate and chatted, laughing and enjoying yourselves. The atmosphere that you two created drenched the room in love and affection, and a heartfelt symphony of your giggles.

"That was delicious, sweetheart," Leon sighed, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Good. I spent all day on that damned chocolate souffle!"

He laughed, taking your hand in his. "It was worth it, but..," he trailed off, making you raise an eyebrow,"I had a different dessert in mind." He grinned, stroking your knuckles. "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure your lovely wife would agree to that if you asked nicely," you smiled sweetly. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, letting go of your hand. "I'll keep that in mind." He said in a low tone, a certain look in his eyes.

The radio was playing in the background, it was set on an oldie channel that you liked listening to while cooking. The soft tunes of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and The Mills Brothers were echoing through the room, the candles in the middle of the table flickering. "I should get started on the dishes," you said softly, getting up from your seat. Leon immediately leaned forward, quickly grabbing your forearm across the table to stop you.

"No, no, no, sweetheart, sit back down." He ordered gently, pulling you back into your chair. "Honey, the kitchen is a mess-"

"I don't care. It's our anniversary. Relax for once, baby," he asked of you, a pleading look in his eyes, the grip he had on your arm softening. A guilty feeling washed over you. You had the habit of running around like a headless chicken sometimes, trying to get as much done as possible.

"M'sorry. I guess I just want everything to be... perfect." You muttered, avoiding his gaze. His brows pulled together, in worry or out of empathy, you didn't know. "It's more than perfect, Darling. Please just enjoy today. Enjoy us. It's been five years since I watched you walk down the aisle, can you believe that?" He chuckled softly, his thumb stroking over your skin. He couldn't even believe it. How did he get so lucky? It was a mystery to him, but god, he was so incredibly grateful.

He never thought he'd ever have this. And somedays, he was anxious, just waiting for everything to vanish, slipping from his grasp. Nothing brings him more comfort on those days than to hold you and remind himself that you're here, with him because you chose to, and that you would never leave. "God, I know. What a perfect day that was, huh?" You sighed, the corners of your mouth turning upwards. There was shimmer in his eyes, a light of pure joy, just like on that very day. Some things never change.

Leon hummed softly in response knowing that no words would do justice to how he felt back then. You sat in the comfortable silence for a while, occasionally catching each others' gaze, which was then met with a loving smile while your fingertips brushed as your hands rested on the table. The radio was still playing softly in the kitchen, the gentle tunes filling the room perfectly.

You perked up, your brows raising once you heard the fluttering melody of one of you favorites; Everybody loves somebody. In turn, Leon's brows scrunched together in confusion. You got up with a smile on your face, if his face would allow it, his brows would furrow even further as you did so silently. "Honey, what are you-" you interrupted him by pulling him out of his chair wordlessly and dragging him to the middle of your livingroom where your hands settled on his chest.

His expression softened once he realized what was happening. You wanted to dance with him. His heart swelled, to have you wanting to do something so intimate and romantic with him. It was a bit silly since you've been married for so long but you never failed to touch his heart. His hands found your waist and gently pulled you closer to him, but you were never close enough for his taste.

You started swaying to the rhythm, the hands that were previously on his chest now resting near the back of his shoulders. Leon matched your rythym, holding you tightly while moving the both of you to the melody. He looked so good. The dim light of the room hitting his features so perfectly. They way he looked at you so adoringly made your cheeks flush.

"You know, I listened to this song on my 17th birthday, wondering when my sometime and where my someplace would be...," you began softly, the gentle smile on his lips prompting you to keep going," and, well, my sometime is now. My someplace is right here, with you, in your arms. Words cannot describe how much I love you. You make my heart sing, Leon." You smiled, placing a hand on his cheek.

His eyes widened slightly and you could feel him stiffen at your confession, but he never stopped swaying you. The way his name fell from your lips in such a truly loving way made his heart beat out of his chest. A sheen of tears glistened in his baby blues, his brows pulled together and you could feel him lean into your touch.

"I love you. God, I love you so much." He sighed, a slight tremble in his usually so confident tone as he placed his forehead against yours. "I love you more." You whispered, your warm breath fanning over his lips. Your nose brushed against his before you pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. Your lips set his heart aflame, just like they'd done so many times before.

Although searing, the kiss didn't lack passion. Leon couldn't help but groan against your lips, wrapping his arms fully around you and holding you close. You made him feel so loved, like he never had. God, if he could carve out his lovesick heart and serve it to you on a silver platter, he would. A broken sigh escaped him as he metled into you. The sound rumbled in his throat, sending vibrations through your skin.

You only pulled away when you felt a small, wet drop met your hand. You were breathless, the kiss took all the air from your lungs. Looking up at him, you saw something incredibly precious. He was crying. He loved you so much and was completely overwhelmed by your affection that he was crying. You gently wiped the tear with your thumb before caressing his stubbly cheek. "Don't cry, my love." You cooed, making him let out broken cries.

"Shhh.. I'll kiss all your tears away, I promise you that." You whispered with a small smile, pressing gentle kisses on his cheeks. You could taste the saltiness of his tears on your tongue. "I'll love you forever." He mumbled, brushing a piece of hair out of your face, a small smile tugging at his lips. "So will I." Your head fell forward against his chest, his head resting on top of yours. You closed your eyes, sighing contently. As you listened to his steady heartbeat, one thing became crystal clear to you. You've never been so sure about something.

Now was your sometime, this was your someplace and he was your someone.

This was where you belonged.

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I hope you have a lovely day, Raf!<3

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del-thetiredwriter · 2 years ago

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Mafia au/ Good Luck while running away from the mafia part 1

Intro , part 0.5 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5

Notes: Guess what I’m back . To be honest I didn’t quite like it but anyway I’m posting it and I can’t write fight scenes (￣▽￣;). It’s so exhausting.

Tags: @loivre , @randomlyappearingartist , @serenity-loves-red , @hasty-desert , @moonlight-nightwing , @hrhqueenfox , @oceanside-pixie

Warning: cursing, fighting, blood, shooting, Yandere stuff…

“Riddle-san, what are you doing, sir?”

At the question, Riddle briefly lifted his eyes from the documents and looked at you.

“I was just wondering about a thing.” He replied.

You looked around at the files arranged in order. All of them had one thing in common: betrayal, crime, wrong, etc. against the organizations punishments .

“I was really curious about what caught Riddle-san's attention. What could possibly make you go through even the files from the old manager Trein-sensei's time?"

Riddle smiled.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon." said Riddle.

You were suddenly startled by the sound of footsteps. Apparently you fell asleep. You're not normally someone who sleeps a lot, but for the past two weeks you haven't been able to sleep properly.

After leaving the organization or rather escaping, you temporarily settled in a remote coastal city where you hoped they'd find you a little late. With a little help, you changed your identity, your phone line, everything. You've removed everything that indicates Y/n L/n.

Life here was calmer compared to your old life. You wished you could stay here forever. But you knew they would find you eventually. You lived ,one night in your sleep afraid that they would find you at your most vulnerable moment.

You were currently working in a cafe. Although it may seem a little illogical, working at the cafe, which was open until midnight, was actually a little better for you. The more people around you, the easier it is to avoid them.

"Yo!" You turned the way you came. Your colleague Alex was glaring at you with his arms folded.

“Yuu, what are you doing in the camera room again, are you skipping work again?”

'Yuu' is your new identity that you created to make it harder for them to find you while running away. You still had a hard time getting used to the name.

“No, Alex. I just- "

"Anyway, I'm going downstairs. You have the upstairs okay?"

You nodded and Alex left the room. You looked at the clock, it was 10:00 pm. You stretched yourself and yawned. Two more hours until the end of the shift.

As you were about to get up, your eyes were caught by the cameras. Your eyes widened in panic at what you saw. You watched three people enter the cafe. You'll recognize those red hair, those grins, those faces wherever you see them. Heartslabyul found you. No, they all found you. You clenched your teeth, your time was limited.

The reason you spent most of your time in the camera room was because you could see everything from here. You quickly grabbed your gun from the locked drawer and loaded it. Deuce and Cater took a table downstairs near the front exit. Ace was walking up the stairs.

You took a deep breath. You should have thought fast. You should have gotten out of here . But for that you had to go down the stairs first.

You went behind the door and waited. You waited for Ace to find you.

Look at the cameras. It was approaching. You gripped your gun tightly. And the door opened. You punched the poor boy in the face as the door opened.

“Agh-“ A bitter moan broke out from Ace.

Before he could draw his gun, you kicked him in the stomach and dropped it to the ground.

“Agh- it's been a long time and the first thing you do when you see me is attack me? Really Y/n.” Ace grinned . Clutching his nose, which was bleeding from your punch.

You muttered, "Bastard."

“Come on Y/n didn't you miss me? I missed you so much." He tried to punch you, but you avoided him. You both started to struggle. Ace might have been strong, but you were more experienced and stronger than him. You grabbed him by the head and knocked him to the ground. Before he could regain his balance, you took his tie and tied him with it.

“What am I going to miss about you, you sadistic bastard!”

You picked up the gun on the ground.

“What? Are you going to shoot me ?” Ace said in a tone you didn't like.

“You have to stop asking questions you know the answer to.”

At 11:00 pm, screams broke out in a cafe with the sound of 'bang' gunfire. Everyone in the cafe began to flee desperately, except for two people. The two men, one with red hair and the other with black hair, started to make their way to the upper floor of the cafe.

“Do you think who shot whom, hmm~” Cater asked the younger one.

As the two of them went upstairs, the power went out suddenly and the whole cafe was plunged into darkness.

“Looks like Y/n-chan won.” said Cater to himself.

“Let's separate . You stay here, Y/n has to use the stairs before they can get out of the cafe.” Cater instructed.

“Okay, sir.” said Deuce.

You held your breath under the table. You waited for Cater's footsteps to go away. You were the one who cut the electricity. Five minutes later the generator would start working . You should have gotten out of here by then. Finally, making sure that Cater was far enough away, you slowly came out from under the table. No matter how hard you tried not to make a sound, Deuce heard you.

“Y/n? Is this you ?"

Now that his eyes were accustomed to the dark, he could barely make out your silhouette. Everything happened so abruptly. You took a chair and hit Deuce with it. While he was stunned by the blow, you ran downstairs with your names and the electricity came back. Your five minutes were up.

When the lights were turned on, an unexpected sight was in front of you.

Riddle was sitting at a table eating strawberry pie as if nothing had happened.

“Ah, Y/n you finally came down. I was getting really bored waiting for you.” He said while taking a slice of the pie.

You pointed your gun at him. "Get out of my way if you don't-"

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, Y/n, but will you put that gun down?" A familiar voice said as you turned around and saw Trey pointing his gun at you. As always, even in this state, he was smiling gently at you.

“Tch. What do you want ? Why are you here?" You asked questions that you know very well the answer to.

Riddle smiled.

“Y/n L/n you are posing a great danger to the organization right now. You also have cases of injuring my men. You understand what I'm trying to say, right?"

"Get out of my way or I'll shoot you."

Riddle laughed.

“You won’t t kill me, you can't. Just like we can't do to you. Now if you drop that gun, I'll do my best to mitigate your sentence."

This was clearly a lie. You grit your teeth. You smiled calmly and did as he said. You slowly put your gun down and raised your hands in the air.

“Well done, here it is. I wish you would always listen to my words like this. Now let's go back." said Riddle.

“Sorry Riddle but I won't be back!” You said and detonated the smoke bomb you were hiding. The area was suddenly covered with fog. You quickly walked out the front door through that mess and got into your car.

“Get them quick!” Riddle shouted.

You quickly drove away. There was no turning back anymore. The Game has started.

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 3 months ago

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Hiya! It's me! I've been sending you so many asks that I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me a restraining order!

I made an account so I can actually participate in some of your rp things- if that's okay with you of course.

I sent you the ideas for the succubus, deadpool x wolverine and bimbo!au's, I sent others but I'd need to go through my memory, which would take all night.

Anyway- I have a new au idea for you! I think you'll like this. It's basically a gothic vampire!au.

I'm going to attach screen shots because I've already written it out and for some reason Tumblr doesn't let you copy and paste (it's already 1am where I am and I don't want to have to write this out all again, so I'm really sorry if this'll be annoying for you 😭).

Continuation--

Adam: it's rude to stare, you know. How did a kid get in here?

Lucifer jumped at his voice: I-I'm not a kid!- I'm 30 years old!

Adam: really dude? What are you? 5"3?... you didn't get the long straw when it came to genes, huh? See what I did there?

Lucifer sighs as the man chuckles to himself.

Lucifer: uh... that's... not important- a-are you the owner?

Adam stares at Lucifer for a few seconds before taking a sip from his glass. Lucifer watches his every move, he feels like prey- are those fangs??

Adam: I guess you can say that.. my names Adam. Even though I think the asshole who broke into my house should introduce themselves first- but I'm in a good mood today!

Adam stands and pulls a chair infront of him.

Adam: Here man, have a seat, might as well make yourself comfortable.

The way Adam smiled and watched his every move made Luicfer shiver. He walked as calmy as he could to the chair infront of Adam. He sits, eyes never leaving Adams deep red ones.

Lucifer: I'm Lucifer- and I apologize for the breaking and entering. It's uh, not the best first impression.

Adam: wait- Lucifer? Like the Devil? That's sick. And I'm not one for first impressions, but you've certainly made an entrance, buddy.

Lucifer: Yeah, like the Devil, blame my father for that one-

Adam: I ain't judging man! I think it's cool, everyone has such boring names these days, it's nice to be surprised, nothing surprises me much anymore.

Adam runs his clawed hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Lucifers face. He notices as his eyes travel down to his chest, where his shirt has opened a bit more. Adam smirks, leaning forward, giving Lucifer a better view.

Adam: I would offer you a drink, but I think you want something else~

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That's all I have! I hope this seems interesting to you 😭

Feel free to continue it, I'll try and participate to! It would be my first time doing these rp type things, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit all over the place lol

Okay- bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for all your amazing ideas friendo! This too is amazing 🤩

And yes of course you can participate in the rp blogs! What account is it?

Lucifer felt a little called out, this man was so good looking he felt like he was trapped in a trance.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Adam: Pfft it's fine, I get it. I know I'm hot shit and I don't mind you looking. In fact.

Adam leaned in closer until his hot breath ghosted over Lucifer's face.

Adam: I wouldn't mind you doing more than just looking.

He grinned at the way the blonde man's face turned bright red at the implication. Humans were always so easy to work up. And man this one was easy on the eyes as well.

It's been a while since Adam had a visitor. Even longer since he had a rendezvous.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask

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moirindeclermont · 4 months ago

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It's another episode of "all the Polin first time we didn't see in BridgertonS3 " and @reallifeeloise asked me to write about Pen and Colin discovering they are going to be parents. I think this will contain enough sugar to make even a sweet teeth collapse, so don't tell me I didn't try to warn you.

Some think the scene after Francesca's wedding is the one where Pen tells him, but it's too soon for her to know at that point. Instead, I'm thinking some weeks after their reconciliation...

Pen starts to get nausea and she is always tired and next thing she know Colin has called the doctor.

When she tells him her synthoms, he just asks "when the last time you had your courses?" And that makes her think.

In all the chaos and drama, she remembers having her courses a couple of weeks before... Well, before she got married.

She tells the doctor as much and she see Colin get pale and the doctor smiling at her.

"Well, you'll have to wait a couple of weeks more to be sure, but I think you're pregnant, Mrs. Bridgerton. I'll give you two your privacy" he says and a moment after it's just her and Colin.

Colin who seems to have clocked her growing confusion, because he snaps out of his own state of confusion.

"What's wrong my dear?"

"I know you told me - and mama also told me about pregnancy... But I didn't realize I guess until now. We are going to have a baby," and her face gives up the most beautiful smile Colin has ever see.

Colin gets close to her, gets on his knees and kiss her stomach.

"We are going to have a baby," and he is the happiest Pen has ever seen him, even with tears in his eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"Pen. This is all I ever wanted. A family with you."

"Don't make me crying too!"

And the moment after they are kissing through the tears.

Colin lifts her up and puts her on their bed, "you're going to be an amazing mother", "I can't wait to tell everyone", "you're amazing Pen". He says all of this while he is kissing every each of exposed skin he can.

Pen is also in a similar state. "You're going to be the best father" "I love you Colin" she tells him as she kisses and caresses his face.

Their coupling is frantic after those declaration. Both of them need more but don't have time for finesse.

Colin just lifts her skirt up, place a tender kiss on her stomach and her mound and unbreeched himself. He just use a couple of fingers to make sure he doesn't hurt her and, even in those frantic moment, she appreciates the gesture.

A moment after he is inside her.

Conversely, once he is inside her, both of them seems to calm down from their frenzy state. The reality seems to settle around them and in their mind as they begin to make love. Long thrusts, one inch at a time, eternity stretches as they exist only in their bubble of now.

Colin kisses and caresses her face, and Pen understand, as if she was reading his mind, he is kissing and caressing the part he hopes she will pass to their child. The eyes, her hair, the tip of the nose...

Her heart wants to burst.

As they picked up speed, he is actually the first to come, something that happens rarely as he vastly prefer attending to her pleasure first. He must have been really overwhelmed.

"Sorry Pen, I could not resist," and he goes to standup but Pen stops him.

"That's okay, love. Stay here like this. When you're ready again, make me come."

"Bloody hell. I married a hell of a woman, Mrs Bridgerton," he says as he obeys her.

They talk and talk and talk, until he stirs inside her and their coupling restart.

This time, Pen's release is right before Colin, and he collapse on her, she settles for putting her hands in his hair.

"I can't wait to see a little Colin around the house" she says, and she smiles as he looks at her. "we're going to argue for the upcoming months that it's going to be a little Penelope."

They kissed one more, Colin's hand on her stomach "we can't wait to meet you, little one".

#polin #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton s3 #polin positivity #polin bridgerton #polin brainrot #polin baby #colin bridgerton #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #penelope x colin

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years ago

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Hello🌹I hope you write this time for the phantom troupe + and the beautiful lady hwr

https://ddarker-dreams.tumblr.com/post/720956454749749248/do-you-have-any-hcs-of-what-the-yan-genshin-boys

I really enjoyed reading the post❤️

wahh thank you thank you 💖 i'll go ahead and write the phantom troupe's version in the same format, on a spectrum from best to worst.

best

pakunoda's fondness for you is plainly evident when your period rolls around. while she can be stern when the situation calls for it, she strikes a 'healthy' balance between earning your fear and adoration. she has a no-nonsense policy but her expectations aren't the worst, you get the sense she means it when she says she'd prefer to be sweet on you. as such, you both have this mutual understanding that lets you go out and about more than most darlings. you're thoroughly pampered through the worst of your period. she takes you to brunch, a private room for mani-pedis, to your favorite café, then back home where you both eat takeout in silk robes.

machi would wait until you take the initiative to ask for certain things (besides the obvious) so as not to overwhelm you. there's that, and she gets flustered at the thought of doting on you so obviously. will give a nod when you request certain snacks or whatever but gives no signifier she'll actually follow through. you just open the cupboard and see everything you asked for there. the few things you do around the house to retain a semblance of normalcy are taken over by her so you can take it easy. considering her cold demeanor, you might think she'd expect to you tough it out, but that isn't the case. she thinks the difference in your pain tolerance is kinda cute and won't belittle you for taking medication.

poor phinks goes from treating you like a porcelain doll to acting like you'll literally flatline if exposed to the mildest stressors, his overprotectiveness ramps up exponentially. he absolutely abhors seeing you in pain and feels so useless if your cramps have knocked you down for the count. this would be your most opportune time to attempt some manipulation if you feel up to it. exaggerating the symptoms, getting him to go on more errands than he has to.... he comes terribly close to snapping a pharmacist's neck for insisting the medication you asked for doesn't exist. you can be a little mischievous as a treat. however, he will catch on eventually if you push your luck too much. proceed wisely.

HWR reader/anastasia is one of those types who knows your period is coming up before you do. she doesn't trust those apps and calculates it herself for better accuracy. she's an absolute stickler for your health, reminding you how much water you need to drink before the day ends, 'gently' insisting when you should go to bed/wake up, and ensuring your nutritious needs are met. the woman's crazy. if you wryly comment she should become a doctor, the joke will go over her head, and she'll say that if that's what you want, she can certainly get her M.D. will actually do so if you don't tell her you were kidding. there are medical textbooks on the countertop the next day. the good news is that you're physically the healthiest you've ever been... mentally, though, is anyone's guess.

chrollo isn't awful in the material sense — you have everything you need and he won't make you beg for it or anything. (he has considered the idea, only to decide against it). it's more so that he keeps testing you. or maybe he's operating at his usual annoying levels, but with your hormones jumping ship, your patience is at suboptimal levels. witnessing him enter the room is almost enough for you to see red. if he senses the growing irritation on your part, he makes no mention of it. chrollo thinks you're absolutely precious, sitting over there in your comfy pajamas and stabbing the tasty meal he got you with a fork, wanting to complain but having no material to do so with. there's a chance he'll pinch your cheeks when your knife's out of reach.

feitan is, unsurprisingly, weird. he doesn't track your period but somehow always knows the second it starts. he's... a bit more delicate with you, in his own way. he'll try not to keep you up with the shrieks of victims since you need proper sleep, and stocks the fridge with some fresh produce instead of just premade meals. if anything gets on your sheets, he'll tell you he's good at cleaning bloodstains. in his mind, he's making a joke to lighten the mood, but from your perspective, it's rather unnerving. as knowledgeable as he is about the human body, he never attended a health class, so his knowledge of menstruation is mostly secondhand. he follows you around more than usual because he thinks the blood loss might make you pass out, since that's how it normally works. please don't correct him on this because he hates feeling embarrassed.

shalnark somehow becomes infinitely worse in this time when you're not at your best. which says a lot, because he's already grating to begin with. you didn't realize there was another layer you hadn't been exposed to yet. he's this pathogen that continues mutating whenever you think you've built up a resistance. he'll loudly complain that you're being ungrateful if you wordlessly grab the hygiene products from him, instead of acting like he braved hades as orpheus did to rescue eurydice. his position remains unmoved even if you dryly remind him he literally only walked three minutes to a convenience store. he's a bit disappointed you aren't more cuddly and needy, but makes up for it by entertaining himself with your volatile reactions.

worst

#the ranking probably isn't surprising but i tried to be somewhat distinct with my reasoning GJNER #pakunoda x reader #machi x reader #phinks x reader #shalnark x reader #feitan x reader #chrollo x reader #yandere pakunoda x reader #yandere machi x reader #yandere phinks x reader #yandere feitan x reader #yandere shalnark x reader #hxh x reader #yandere hxh x reader #phantom troupe x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #answered #Anonymous

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rizykim · 2 months ago

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Rain || Lee Felix

Pairing: Boyfriend!Felix × You

Summary: You and Felix were about to go on a date together,enjoy the quality time by eating ice cream and going to a cute cafe or so,when suddenly it started to pour. The boy busied himself with gaming while you on the other hand was sad for not being able to go out.

Warning: Fluff

Wordcount: 1K

Note: Instead of 'Y/n' it'll be '___' for you enter your name and this my first time writing oneshot fluff and if you did enjoy please do leave a like and repost if you can,it would help alot!

"Huh..." The girl sighed out of bed, staring out the window at the continuous pattern of rain falling on the already damp grass. Her chin rested on her hand as her elbow propped. Her eyes were lazily batting every now and then with the echoing sounds of video games, and the rain filled the room. It had been raining for the last 30 minutes, just when ___ suggested going out for ice cream with her boyfriend. She was really excited to finally have some time to have fun with her boyfriend, but unfortunately, the weather had different plans. With defeat, ___ decided to sleep, but that didn't go as planned, and instead she came out to her living room to watch TV. Only to see her boyfriend already occupying it. Not wanting to interrupt him and his friends who were playing with him online, he turned a blind eye and watched the rain instead.

"Huh..." She let out another sigh, wondering about the things she could do to pass time, but she wasn't in the mood to lift a single finger.

"You alright there, babe?" Her boyfriend spoke up, his attention still glued to the game controller, playing as his tiny hands fumbled with the controller.

"Eh? Oh, yeah, I'm good," she said, still seated on her chair, while her gaze focused on a raindrop that began running down the glass.

The boy turned his head back after a few seconds, observing his girl's gloomy attire as she leaned on the chair near the window. He took in how she looked so sad, like the bad weather outside. Possibly upset they couldn't go on a cute date they planned to go on. He mumbled a quick 'goodbye, I have to go' to his mic before switching off his game and walked over to the latter. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets (as the both of them were still in the same clothes they put on to go out) and tipped at the wall next to the window. He breathed in deeply as he joined in on starring at their yard. Listening to the soft, uneven melody of the rain.

"I'm bored," ___ said, gaining the others' attention.

"Well, what do you wanna do?" He asked, "I actually don't know... Just anything to pass time, I guess," she replied with a shrug.

The boy looked back at the yard through his window to to drift off into his thoughts to come up with something to keep both of them satisfied when an idea suddenly popped into his mind with his eyes lighting up for a second. He began opening the window and sliding it to the side before running out with a huge grin.

"What about this—oh shoot!" His smile dropped as he came back in.

"What the heck was that?! You'll catch a cold, you idiot!!" ___ scolded, but he only smiled at her before going near the TV and grabbing the sound speakers from the storage cabinet under the TV and bringing them to the near where ___ was. He made them face the yard, ensuring they have good distance from the door for them to not get wet. He switched them on before rubbing his hands on his jeans before pulling out his phone, connecting the devices before, and starting to play some gentle tones.

The girl sat there in utter confusion of what he was trying to do until she was pulled out of her trance when she felt the other pull her hand and towards Outside.

"Felix, wait, what are you doing?! ___ complained once she felt the cold natural water starting to seep through her clothes. The cool rush of water running down her and starting to soak her. She tried to run back with her hands on top of her head to block out the rain, but Felix pulled her back. Crashing her against him and interweaving their hands together with a cheeky smile decorated on his pretty face "You said you were bored, right? Well, here's a chance to do something fun!" He laughed giddily, his whole face beaming with a huge grin.

"Felix, we'll get sick." She wasn't able to complete her words when she felt her boyfriend's lips lay a moist kiss on her cheek. Making her grumpy attitude disappear within a second.

"Quit sulking and let's have fun!" Felix said, giggling, and twirled her around, taking a few steps back and forth with their hands still connected, dancing to the loud music that played in the background. ___ was trying to bite back her smile but couldn't and was noticed.

"Ooo~ my, someone's blushing..." He teased, directing her in random directions as he guided her to dance along, "Oh, shut up! She said, chuckling, finally transiting her frown into a content smile.

The couple was in a fit of laughter and giggled, dancing together in the blissful moment. Bathing under the rain while being in each other's presence will soon be just a distant memory in their youths.

It wasn't a fancy dance at a ball, nor was it a fun night at a party, but that moment felt nothing but perfection to them. The rain, the wet grass tickling their feet, the chilly weather, and the harmony of music. It felt better than words could explain. Both of them looked at the other with so much love and adoration, just as if it were still their first date together.

Whenever they were staring deeply into each other's eyes with much undescribable emotion, they felt for the other. Their bodies soaked with rain as it emitted cold, and the only source of warmth was their lovers hands; they had been long.

___ was in disbelief, not being able to take in how the guy she was dancing with was her own, one and only boyfriend. She didn't believe it. He looked more like a prince—a ray of sunshine and the sweetest man in her eyes. It was hard for her to understand how a person could be so perfect in every aspect. Her eyes traced from his drenched blonde hair that stuck to his head to his beautiful eyes, his small nose to his plump lips. Gazing at his smile, she had been feeling her heart melt ever since day 1.

Felix noticed her eyes lying on his lips and let out a small laugh and called out after a moment with a soft voice, "___." The girl looked up with a hum as a response at why he suddenly giggled. He then let out, "I love you." It wasn't his first time saying it, yet every time he did, it made her heart feel fuzzy and warm. She looked away from his eyes, trying to hold back her smile by muffling it against his shoulder.

"Aww, don't you just get shy whenever I say that?" he laughed with their steps still ongoing. She slowly looked back at him, an aching smile on her face. "I love you too, Felix," she mumbled as he chuckled at her shy words before brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Stopping their footsteps for a moment, she looked into her eyes deeply, then to her lips. He slowly leaned in, connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss out of pure love. Their lips moving against the others in sync. His arms wrapped around her waist tightly, not ever wanting to let her go as her hands reached to his shoulders.

#skz fluff #skz imagines #felix x reader #felix fluff #felix imagines #felix yongbok #lee yongbok #lee felix #felix oneshot #skz oneshots

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luveline · 2 years ago

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hello jade! i just want to say i absolutely adore your writing!! if you have the time, could we see some more grumpy steve in the zombie au? id love to see anything from before the college, i just miss that grumpy era! <3

thank you my love!! steve zombie au —you try to make sense of why steve is so grumpy. 1k, fem!reader

"No," Steve says.

You sigh and turn away from him, hands braced either side of your face. Steve doesn't talk much, but when he does, his favourite word is no.

"Why not?" you ask.

"There's nothing left in Hawkins," he says, stepping with ease over a huge puddle of diesel, the expelled gas strong enough to make you feel nauseous.

"There's, you know, our homes."

"What's the point?" he asks. "I'm trying to be fair here. What's the point in going back when everyone is gone and half the town was burned to the ground?"

You ease over the diesel puddle with much less ease, muttering expletives to yourself when your left foot sinks into the instep. Now you'll smell like diesel for the next week. Great.

There isn't any point in going back home, but that doesn't mean you don't want to. There really is nothing there, half the town was on fire when you bolted, the Hawk, the school, anything that would catch. It was an organised arson by the escape group you and Steve were supposed to be in (or rather, just Steve, flame to draw the geeks attention. You hadn't known anyone who knew anyone that knew the plan, so you hadn't realised everybody was leaving until they were already gone, the sound of what must've been fifty cars departing northward your lone clue.

You kick the floor as you and Steve step out of the road and back onto the dirt path beside it, hoping the grass and mud will soak up the acrid smell stuck to your shoe. You'd brought Hawkins up because you're still grieving. Because you want someone to talk to about what you've lost, and Steve isn't abiding.

"What guarantee is it that the world isn't just as razed as Hawkins?" you ask without pep.

"There's no point thinking about it that way. We keep moving or we die. We go home, we die. We need to keep going and if we're fast enough, we can catch up to the Hawkins group. It'll be safer when it isn't only the two of us."

And you'll never have to speak to me again, you think morosely.

Steve is handsome. He went to your high school, though that was, like, four years ago. He's not the kind of guy who wasted time with girls like you, you know that. You guess you'd been hoping he'd be nicer alone.

"You're not how I remember you," you say.

"I don't remember you," he says.

"Why would you?" you ask. You pretend to mess with the zipper on your jacket rather than look in his direction, worried he'll meet your eye, and see the actual hurt in your expression. "I was nobody, and you were a jock. Everyone knows how that goes."

"It's not like that," he says.

You bat a rogue insect away from your cold cheek. You hate the forest. "What's it like?" you ask.

"It's not about what kind of person you were. I had a lot going on back then."

"Like what?"

"Like getting beat up so bad I had a concussion twice in the same year," he says.

"Woah." You look at him through the corner of your eye. "You got beat up that bad twice?"

Steve doesn't answer you. You continue following him, making your way across a big stretch of road, the next crop of buildings about twenty minutes away if you had to guess. The weather is brisk, the sun occluded by grey clouds, and the air smells like ash. The sky is a hazy shade of white.

"Wait, by Jonathan Byers?"

"No, he's the one who didn't give me a concussion," Steve says contritely.

"Oh. Hey, you don't have to look so down about it, Harrington, this is a good thing. I can trust you, now."

"You didn't trust me? I've been feeding you for the past week."

"Yeah, but you're a guy I don't really know. I was worried you might try to kill me and eat me in my sleep or something when the food ran out, but now I know you're bad at fights, I'm not so worried."

"Fuck off," he says dryly.

"I'm bad at fighting too, if you were wondering."

"I wasn't."

"Hmm. Who beat you up the third time? I know that jerk Hargrove got you."

"Just some guy."

"Must've been an angry guy," you mumble, looking at him with your head tilted.

Steve is an asshole often and unapologetically to you, but you don't think you want to hurt him. He's shown you that, while he sucks, he knows how to be nice. He makes sure the blankets are covering your shoulders before you fall asleep, and he gives you bigger portions if he hears your stomach grumbling. Plus, no guy so eager to find their best friend can be evil, you think. He must have a whole lot of love stored up. Or stored down. Deep down inside.

"Stop staring at me," he says.

"Okay." You stare at him some more. He has a nice nose. He has really nice eyes, kind of hooded and almond shaped at once, brown irises that look dark as tree bark as the sun goes down. "Well, I won't beat you up."

"Thanks," he says. He sounds less grumpy. You try to push it further.

"I'm really sorry," you say, slowing your steps a touch. He slows to match you. "That someone hurt you like that. Twice. I know concussions aren't funny, that it must've sucked to recover from them."

"I had a perforated eardrum," he says. "It hurt like hell. All of it did."

"I'm sorry," you say gently, offering him a sympathetic smile.

He smiles back. "Not your fault," he says quietly. Then, louder, "Don't walk so slow. We need to be inside soon, the sun is setting."

"Yes, sir," you say, saluting him sarcastically.

He doesn't speak to you for half an hour. You don't mind so much, especially when, the next time you come across a puddle of diesel (someone seriously needs to learn how to syphon gas properly), he holds out a hand and helps you cross it, even though you could've easily walked around.

#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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the-banana-0verlord · 1 year ago

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hihihi how do you think azul would react to MC who clearly has a crush on him AND takes interest in business/studied it in their own world??

okay so first of all i'm very sorry for delaying this and my other requests for months. I was going through a massive writer's block, but it got a bit better recently so I took the opportunity to write a lot while i had the motivation to. If you see this (cause it's anon and i don't think it notifies when an anon ask is answered) i hope you like it!

How Azul would react to the Reader having a not-so-secret crush on him

Notes: Gender-neutral reader

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🐙Hrgnnn mutual pining he'S as in love with you as you are with him, he's just better at hiding it. 🐙You're the first person to be actually be invested in his business, not just using him to their advantages. 🐙He gladly goes to you for advice when he struggles with managing the Monstro Lounge. 🐙He might do it even if he doesn't need advice, he just wants to hear you explain something to him (and you're glad to do it, too.). 🐙Long nights where you discuss menus, seatings and budgets are the best parts of his weeks. 🐙Problem is, no matter the amount of pining there is, none of you can guess the feelings of the other, so you never confess. 🐙But the Tweels are getting real impatient. No one would blame them if they just accelerated things a bit, right? 🐙They're playing the good old trick of sending the both of you a (fake) letter coming from the other telling them to meet up, on the beach after school. 🐙When you get there, there's no one. After school is pretty vague, though, so you decide to wait a little. you take off your shoes and you dig your toes in the sand. 🐙Then, Azul arrives. All goes well, and you both confess. That is, until you mention the letter "he" sent you. 🐙"Letter? I have written no such things, he says. I believe it is rather you that has left me this note. -I didn't? But then, who did..." 🐙Suddenly, the sea beside you starts getting troubled and a huge slippery teal tail comes out and pushes you in the merman's arms. 🐙When you look, you realize that the origin of this incident was Floyd in his merform, accompanied by a chuckling jade. 🐙Azul goes after them, cussing them out, while you laugh. You'll probably have to get used to this if you were going to date Azul.

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I hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/night!

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst azul #twst x reader #bananawrites

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bonisonline · 2 months ago

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Getting real fed up of some of the Vox Machina/Critical Role "fans" (slight vent)

Countless times I've seen people complaining about the most miniscule things in the show. Whether it's a slight dialogue change, a timeline shift or not enough/too much queer representation, people can just never be goddamn satisfied can they? I'll give some examples of complaints I saw under YouTube clips of Vox Machina/Critical Role C1 (DISCLAIMER: this is not me talking about genuine fans of CR or VM; just people who've watched the show out of boredom basically):

"Why did they cut out Vax's brotherly love comment to Percy in the show and instead make it about Vex? It ruins the scene." - well it's because in the show's current timeline, the main issue Percy and Vax had been facing is Percy killing Vex by not checking for traps. This had caused a lot of tension between Vax and Percy, and they didn't really have time to build a brotherly bond or have brotherly moments (aside from when Percy tells Vax he's got Vax's back in the Fey Realm). The show's timeline is moving a lot faster than the original campaign due to the CR team only getting 5 seasons with 12 lots of 20 minute episodes per season to work with as opposed to 115 lots of 4 hour long episodes, meaning there's not as much time to flesh out ALL the characters' relationships with one another (at least not on screen). If we're patient I'm sure we'll get more Percy and Vax brotherly moments.

"I'm tired of homosexuality getting the short end of the stick! Sucks that all of the main cast is straight." - Firstly, Vex, Vax, Scanlan and Keyleth are canonically bisexual. Just because someone queer ends up with the opposite sex, doesn't make them automatically straight. Secondly, the show is prewritten, and while the characters end up in heterosexual-presenting relationships it doesn't mean that their relationships are worse/boring simply because it's not Vexleth and Perc'ildan instead of Vaxleth and Perc'ahlia. The way the relationships are written are very fitting for each character, and I enjoy that the writing for these characters is not just "And he/she looked at them and realised he/she was in love! Yay!". Plus campaign 2 has two queer couples, so if Vox Machina not having enough homosexuality frustrates you you can always stop watching and wait for the Mighty Nein series to come out.

(To follow up to my last point about the Mighty Nien series, I also saw this person complaining that it "only has lesbians, no gay men" - so I guess Caleb and Essek don't exist now...)

"I felt bad for Zerxus until he mentioned he had a husband. Why are the characters always gay..." - On the opposite end of the spectrum, there are people who think Vox Machina is TOO gay, which makes me go "have you even researched the cast of Critical Role in the SLIGHTEST?" - obviously not, or else they'd realise how supportive the cast is of the LGBTQ+ community, how a few cast members are a part of it, and how CR actively supports and encourages diversity.

ANYWAY! That's enough venting. What I'm basically trying to get at is this: if there are elements of the show that makes it genuinely hard for you to watch, then stop watching. You don't have to watch a show if you don't actually like what you see on your screen. You can manifest it suddenly making all your headcanons/wishes a reality, but I think you'll just hurt your brain after a while.

#critical role #the legend of vox machina #tlovm #critical role tlovm #vent #campaign 1

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getosbigballsack · 2 years ago

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Hiiii I have an idea for a request, dunno if it's good.

What about,

Y/n and Satoru on their phone in their couch. You vaguely watch TV until you find an interesting subject, a report on fantasies. A man on TV is embarrassed to say he has 2 fantasies and you whisper a "little player". Satoru asks you why, if you have more, you answer that yes obviously you have a lot like everyone else. He asks you what they are, you're a little embarrassed to say them out loud. So you both make a list of your respective fantasies. And when you want to do "the thing" you draw a paper (after rolling a dice or wathever) to realize one of them.

Maybe a one shot, but I feel like it can become a series with a fantasy for each chapter.

I just had this idea in mind and think you'll write it so well. It's very precise sorry (don't do it if you don't feel like it). Anyway for this request you have 3 days ! No just kidding haha, a week (or 2, actually I feel bad about giving a time limit-)

Hope you had a nice day !

𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔

𝑫𝒐𝒎! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑺𝒖𝒃-𝒑𝒆𝒕! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝑽 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝑬𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈) 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒊𝒏��𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝑫𝑺𝑴 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒐.

𝑾𝑪: 9.9𝒌 (9966 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍)

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏✯ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

What’s your fantasy?

Just that one simple question and you were already perked up from your lying position, eyes fully on the television before you.

Hello and welcome my lovely people, my name is Toniann and welcome to another episode of what’s your fantasy.

“Is this a new tv show or something?” your boyfriend of one year asked, slowly lifting his head from his phone to look over at you.

“I guess so,” you answered as you watched as the beautiful dark skinned woman glided across the stage, her braids bouncing with every step she took before she spoke again. She went to have a discussion with the audience. She spoke about safe sex, why it is important to use a condom. She talked about the LGBTQ and BDSM community which she is a part of ( as a sub) and lastly she spoke about her new collection of sex toys.

So guys tonight, I know you all are waiting for me to ask the burning question, WHAT’S YOUR FANTASY? The first two guys to press the button under their chair will have an opportunity to come up on stage and tell me what’s their fantasy. So in three two one.

You watched as chair number 28 and 43 appeared on the screen which meant that the person who sat on those seats was supposed to go up on stage. Once they were on the stage they introduced themselves before sitting down on a chair while Toniann handed them a microphone.

Toniann: Looks like we both got some handsome men here tonight with us. Well Chad, it’s no secret that I Toniann has a lot of kinks. And I hope, I really do hope that you’re kinker than I am.

Chad: Well, I’m happy to say that I am.

Toniann: You are?

“This is about to get interesting,” you said giggling and your boyfriend couldn't agree more.

Chad: Yup.

Toniann: Well then, so tell us, WHAT’S YOUR FANTASY?

Chad answered. He informed Toniann and the audience that he was very much interested in the BDSM fantasy, he also had a thing for pet play, gunplay, knife play. He was very much interested in Voyeurism. He informed the audience that he enjoys watching his sub masturbate and show him how much of a good boy they were, (yes Chad is gay). Threesome, sex tapes and sex toys on his sub was the biggest turn on for him and he took the time out to congratulate Toniann on her new line of sex toys. Lastly, he said that he had a big fan of boss and employees since he was a CEO for a well off company. He really likes the idea of his sub all dressed as his assistant looking cute and sexy for him, while he dominates them in his office at home.

Your boyfriend, Gojo, applauds the man along with the audience. He looked pleased with the man, “Well then, my guy is not playing around.”

“He definitely ain’t playing around,” you commented. Toniann to a gulp before looking back at Chad.

Toniann: If I was born a man, I would definitely be coming after you.

Chad laughed and so did the audience. Toniann then turned to face the other man.

Toniann: Ryu, I hope you ain’t no soft boy now. I hope you can do better than Chad so let’s hear it.

Ryu: Sadly I don’t.

Toniann: huh? What do you mean?

Ryu's cheeks immediately turned pink when Toniann leaned forward to stare into his face. Her dark brown eyes staring deeply into the poor man’s green eyes as she waited for him to answer. Ryu sighed quietly before speaking.

Ryu: I only have one fantasy, I’ve never really had time to experience any other fantasy.

“What? Such a little baby,” you whispered hoping that your boyfriend wouldn’t hear. But he sure did and he wasn’t about to let that slide.

“What do you mean by little baby?” Gojo asked.

You scoffed, “He’s a baby. Why have only one kink?”

“What?” Gojo laughed as he got up from his seat and walked over to you. “So what if he has one fantasy? Do you have more than him?”

“Of course I do,” you whispered under your breath as you glared at your boyfriend who had a smirk plastered upon his beautiful face.

“Is that so?” he asked while his long slender fingers reached out to cup your chin. “Why don’t you list them out for me?”

“No, I don’t want to,” you whispered under your breath as you tried to pull your head away from his. He chuckled, his grip on your chin tightening as he pulled your face closer to his, until you were both in each other's air space.

“Come on, don't be a little baby now. I’m your boyfriend right,” he said, grinning while your bottom trembled a bit from the embarrassment that suddenly washed over you.

“Yeah and so.”

“I need to know. I need to know what my baby’s deepest fantasies are. Don’t you want me to make your fantasy turn into a reality pretty baby?” he whispered before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I… I,” you began to stutter, the words felt twisted inside your mouth as you tried your hardest to answer his question. But you couldn't, you were just too embarrassed to let him know what your deepest fantasies were, more like you were just afraid that he’ll think that you’re weird for having these types of fantasies. “I… I don’t know.”

He grinned, “Alright then how about we turn this into a game,” he suggested as he released his hold on your chin and sat down beside you.

“A game?”

“Yes, let’s call it, 2 fantasies and 4 kinks,” he said to you.

Your face twisted with confusion as you stared at him, “You’re not making any sense here. I don’t understand.”

“I was just about to explain, just be patient,” he said to you. You nodded your head and allowed him to explain his game. “First we’ll each write down our kinks and fantasies on tiny pieces of paper, fold it up, write numbers on them and then put them in separate bowls.”

“Why do I need to have two bowls?” you asked him.

“Because, one bowl is for your fantasy and the other bowl is for your kinks,” he answered. You whispered ok and then let him continue to explain his game a little further. “Ok so once that’s complete, we’ll each have 3 threes to roll a dice and any number the dice lands on, then that's the kinks and fantasies that we’re going to do. You understand?”

“A little,” you answered honestly.

“Alright let us get to it.” he said happily as he jumped out of the sofa, ran into the kitchen and came back with four bowls. Two for you and two for him. Then he left and came back shortly after with sticky notes and pens. He gave you the pink and yellow sticky notes and he took the green and blue. “Alright then baby, I can’t wait to see what your fantasies are.”

⥈

You thought it was childish to say the least, to be sitting here like five year olds writing words on paper before folding them up and tossing them inside your respective bowls. But the more you wrote, you began to realise how nervous you were. Who would have thought that you would be sitting here in front of your boyfriend, writing your kinks and fantasies on papers to present to him. He was already finished, he was just waiting for you to be done, and from the looks of him, he was really excited to get this started.

You sighed heavily as you folded the last sticky note that you had, wrote the number on the back and tossed it into the bowl. “Yes…” he clapped as he tossed you a d12 dice. “You roll first. You must choose one from the fantasy bowl and two from the kink bowl. Fantasy first and kinks after.”

“Ok,” you said as you shook the dice in your hand before rolling it. It landed on the number 4 so you reached into your bowl, filled your different types of fantasies and pulled out the number 4 paper. You rolled the dice two more times and you got the number 8 and 10. “Your turn,” you said to him as you took out the number 8 and 10 papers from the bowl, filled with your different types of kinks. He took the dice from you and rolled three times. He got the numbers 1, 9, 12. He picked out the number one paper from his fantasy bowl and 9 and 12 from his kinks bowl.

“Ready,” he asked and you shook your head yes. “What is your fantasy?” he asked?

You unwrapped the paper and read, “Role play and the role play I chose was pet play.”

You swore you saw your boyfriend's eyes twinkling with excitement the moment you told him that one of your fantasies was pet play. “Fuck,” he chuckled while biting his lips. “Kitten or Dog?”

“I wrote kitten,” you answered before handing him your paper. “It’s your turn now. What’s your fantasy?”

He was still biting his lips as he unfolded his paper. “I have role play here as well, but mine is Dominatrix. Master and Slave play.”

“Do you want me to call you master?” you asked as he rested the papers on his lap.

“I prefer daddy or Alpha,” he replied. “But I wouldn’t mind hearing my little kitty call me master.”

“Shut up and let me tell you what kinks I chose,” you said while looking down to hide your flustered face. You sighed quietly and unfolded both papers. “I have humiliation play and dirty talk.”

“Humiliation as in, you want to call you a slut, a nasty whore? Do you want me to tell you how pathetic a dumb kitten you are while you lick my shoes?” he asked. His words had your thighs clenching tightly together. “Someone's turned on.”

“Ru, cut it out and tell me your kinks,” you whimpered.

“Ok,” He chuckled as he unfolded his papers. “I have Voyeurism and Impact play. Looks like I have to go buy some toys sweet girl. How about we choose two more kinks for good luck.”

“Ok,” you mindlessly agreed and reached into your bowl and pulled out a kink while he did the same. You unfolded it and whispered, “I got exhibitionism.”

“I got a degradation kink. Fuck, I finna spit in your fucking mouth baby,” he said while biting his lips.

“Are we going to do this now?” you asked him.

“No, we have one week to prepare. I’ll rent us a penthouse for the night and I’ll give you my card to buy what you think you might need.”

“Ok,” you said to him. He smiled before leaning forward and pulled you in for a kiss.

“I can’t wait. I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

⥈

To say that you were nervous was the least, it’s been a week since that day and somehow no matter how you told yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling that was settling in the bit of your tummy.

“The room is beautiful,” Gojo whispered as he rested his hand on the small part of your back and guided you inside the elevator. “When we get there we’ll both go our separate ways and get ourselves washed and dressed up for our special night.”

“Ok,” you whispered. “I had fun today.”

He smiled, “I’m glad you had fun. I had to make this day extra special for us, baby. I had to make sure that you had an amazing day and also prepare you for what’s about to happen later on tonight.”

Going on dates with your boyfriend was the norm. Nevertheless, as he stated, today had to be particularly special. He took you to the spa and salon to have your hair, nails, and toes done. He took you shopping and then to a high-end restaurant with the most exquisite meals. He needed to make you feel comfortable around him so that it would be easier for him to break you when the time came for him to have his way with you.

He was excited to say the least, the closer you both got to the penthouse the more he felt as if he could just devour you right then and there. But he had to wait, for the sake of wanting to try out your fantasies and kinks.

The doors to the elevator slowly open revealing a luxurious view that has every grazed your eyes. Perched on the highest floor, the view of the city was immaculate from where you stood. A round oval crystal tub in the middle of the room, and few elements like a glass curtain wall, the black and white barrel-vaulted ceiling, black velvet upholstery and other custom designed furniture that made this place looked like a true place.

You wanted to look around the room a bit more, but your boyfriend was eager, he was impatient. With one pull of your hand, you felt yourself being dragged up a set of modern glass stairs, down a small corridor and into the bedroom you assume that you were going to use for sex. “Shower and get dressed love, I’ve already set up the room for our playtime. I’ll shower and get dressed in the other room. Your suitcase is the bathroom,” was the last thing he said before kissing your lips. He pushed you inside the room and locked you inside.

You were in for a long night.

⥈

Bordelle Cymatic Basque in Black, the most luxurious, most detailed bustier that you owned, the front was low with a slightly see-through pattern, just enough to tease and you knew your boyfriend would love that. The back was absolutely stunning as well, the kitty tale that you managed to pluck into your ass complimented the lingerie so well. The straps were adjustable and the 24k gold-plated hardware made it easy for you to fit your boobs perfectly. The lace bustier has straps that were attached to the cymatic garter and the stocking that had the same design as the basque.

It framed your body so perfectly. You also had on the cymatic ouvert brief. It was a daring piece to wear especially in front of someone like Gojo Satoru. The front of the briefs were made from lace embroidery. The back of the briefs was open, so it was easy for your kitty tale to hang free without any problem, plus it added a bit of sexiness and playfulness to the look that you were going for. The straps on the briefs were adjustable as well.

You looked stunning to say the least. With your hair combed so beautifully and your makeup done perfectly too. You wore Gojo’s favourite red lipstick. The only thing that was left for you to wear was the cat ears which you quickly slipped onto your head. And now that you were fully dressed in lingerie you walked out of the bathroom and went to sit in the middle of the bed and waited for your boyfriend to enter.

⥈

Seconds turn into minutes as you wait for your boyfriend to walk through those doors. You were nervous, anxious and most of all horny. You were excited and you honestly could not wait to share this wonderful experience with your boyfriend.

The doors to the room finally open, the sound of his expensive tapping against the marbled floor as he slowly walks inside the room. Your palms sweaty, heart thumping rapidly against your chest as he edges closer to the bed. There was something about the way he slowly walked towards you with his hands stuffed inside his pants, the smirk that rode his beautiful face and those predatory cerulean eyes that stared you down as if you were his prey. Your cheeks flustered a deep wine red colour, your body ached the moment he made his presence known inside the room. Did I (the author) mention that he had on a corset over his dress shirt that matched his pants?

His cologne. You know this one. It’s the very first cologne he wore when he took you out on your very first date together. He must have remembered how much you adored that scent . Maybe it’s the reason why he chose to douse himself with that scent, the manly scent like a gas filling up your mind with hallucinations. “Toru… I… You” you quaked as your boyfriend stood before you.

“Nuh… huh. Quiet! Not a single word my little kitty,” he whispered, his long cold finger grazed your cheeks, caressing your flustered skin slowly as if you were a precious fragile little thing. A precious fragile thing that he could not wait to break. “You are so beautiful,” he complimented as fingers moved to wrap themselves around your neck. “So beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Nuh… huh. I said quiet little kitty. I appreciate you being polite and thanking me for that compliment. But right now I don’t want to hear from you. We’re in my domain now. I’m in charge here, let’s make that clear. There’s only going to be one voice heard in this room. It’s mine.” Your thighs trembled, lips quivering as he tilted your head back with the hand that he had wrapped tightly around your throat to get you to look up at him with your beautiful glossy eyes. “You will not speak! You will not moan! You will NOT beg! Unless I give you permission to do so. Do you understand little kitty?”

You bit your trembling lips and nodded your head yes.

He smiled, “Good Girl. Now remember this, your safe word is ICE CREAM. Even if you forget your own name, remember that your safe word is ICE CREAM. You got that?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Good kitty cat, now let us begin,” he whispered. He began t o peck at your lips before he fully placed his lips on yours. Time must have slowed itself down the moment he moulded his lips with you in a perfect harmony, his soft glossy lips hungry to savour the taste of yours. His lips so sweet, His endearing, wet and hot kisses slowly melting your from the inside you could almost feel your knees getting a bit weak. A moan slipped from your lips, with you having no control over it, you were lost deep into the kiss, and he chuckled.

His big hand tightens itself around your neck. “I said not to moan kitty. We have yet to begin and you’re already defying me,” he whispered, kissing your lips one last time before pulling away to stare into your eyes. His fingers unwrapped themselves from around your throat, slowly creeping down to cup the swell of your aching tender breast.

“Buh… Buh, ah,” you cry out. Did he just… slap my boobs?

“Quiet kitty!” he warned. He lifted his hand right over your breast and delivered a sharp slap on your left breast, which almost caused you to cry out again, but you were quick to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle the sounds that were trying to escape as best as you could.

Your pussy lips felt as if they were swollen with arousal, enough to make the pressure between your thighs on them a bit uncomfortable. You wanted to move, maybe spread your thighs a little bit wider, but you didn’t instead you sat still, your heart hammering, sending hot-cold blood through your shivering body.

“Don’t let that happen again,” he whispered, tweaking a nipple through your lingerie. Your skin tingles, your nipple aching with need. You wanted to beg for more, you wanted to feel his big hand strike your breast one more time. But you couldn't, you just hope he’d do it again. “Or next time I won’t be so nice.”

Hope seemed to be on your side, because once again, he delivered one, two, three, four, five more slaps to your breast, each one harder than the last, making your teeth sink deeper into your lips. He ran his manicure nails up your breast then your throat keeping your skin hot and bothered. You leaned into his touch and when he wrapped his finger around your neck yet again and subtly squeezed you could do nothing more than lean into the grip, head dizzy from his light torture.

“Lay down,” he growled, his hand guiding you to the mattress, crawling in between your legs to spread them open. He released your neck and grabbed your panties, admiring the lacey fabric that was soaked with your juices. He hummed and dragged to your inner groyne, gently caressing your sensitive skin. “Look how fucking wet you are,” he praticaly moaned, clearly referring to your panties that were drenched with your arousal.

Using two fingers, he squeezed them on the moist fabric, closing them together and trapping your clit between your swelling folds. You put out a soft whine to draw his attention to your pussy. You hope he doesn't penalise you for making such a minor noise, afterall you can’t hold back every little sound that you’re about to make right. RIGHT?

He chuckled while taking your hand and putting it over your vagina. “Show me how you touch yourself, my little kitty… I want to see you surrendering into your deepest pleasure for me. Can you do that little kitty?”

You whimpered, but nodded your head yes. A mischievous smile rode his lips as he pulled away from you, slowly getting off the bed and walked over to the nightstand to pick a cane.

“No moaning, no begging alright kitty,” he reminded you as he headed towards a chair that was at the corner of the room. He took it and placed it in front of the bed. You watched with lust filled eyes as he straightened his corset before taking a seat on the chair. He folded one leg over the other, folded his arms over his knee and leaned back into the chair. “Come closer.”

You swallowed thickly, slowly moving towards the edge of the bed with your legs spread open. You were nervous to say the least. It’s been a while since you last played with yourself. You really didn’t need to masturbate the moment you started to date Gojo. He’d always be the one to do that for you. But right now, in this moment he wanted to watch as you screwed yourself over.

⥈

You lean back resting all your weight onto the pillows behind you, your hands moving over your body, caressing your aching boobs, pinching your tender nipples, then moving down lightly dragging your fingers down your tummy. You head pressed back into the pillows as you bit your lips to keep your whimpering under control. You could hear the soft breathing coming from your boyfriend as your hands rubbed delicately on your inner thighs.

You could feel his eyes watching your every move, studying how your chest slowly rose and fell the moment your hand moved to centre and rub small circles over your clit through your panty. “Give me those,” he said to you, feeling the cane he had trailing up your right thigh to hook the ends of your panty. You whined a bit, slowly lifting your hip to grip the other side of your panty and with his help, you slowly pulled it down over the tail that was still plunged deep into your ass and down your soft toned legs. “There we go now, that’s better,” he said as he took the panty from you and brought it to his lips. “Tasty as always kitty,” he moaned while licking the seat of your underwear.

You sat up on your elbows to see his eyes close, lips closed around the seat of your panty, lapping up your arousal that soaked the flimsy clothing. He smirked a bit, barely opening an eye to peek at you and groaned, “Don’t mind me kitty, keep doing what you’re doing.”

You leaned back on the pillows once more, hand returning to your throbbing clit. Slowly circling your nub, you tilted your head to the side to look at your boyfriend who was sitting there with your panty dangling from his cane, his eyes fixed on your dripping pussy, his chest moving with every breath he drew in. You bite the inside of your cheek, nibbling fingers rubbing your clit a bit faster as you try to build up more friction between your thighs.

He growled deeply as he took the panty from the cane and used it to trail up your thighs again. Your lips slightly parted to release desperate gasps as he moved the cane closer and closer to your aching core. Your hips jerked a bit, feeling the flat leathered material tapping your core, making it sting a bit as you rubbed your clit.

“Come on kitty, show me how you play with it,” he urged you on with more taps to your core. "Show me how you play with it."

"Fuck-k," you moaned eyes squeezed shut, head rolling back, and heart rapidly beating against your chest.

"Bad kitty," he groaned lowly, rubbing your entrance, slowly pulling away to slap your cunt. Your back arched into the bed, toes curling under the sheets, your eyes wide open and your lips trembling from the sudden impact. It hurts, like hell. But you loved it. "Bad fucking kitty."

Looking at him with your teeth digging deep into your bottom lip, you pressed the pads of your index and middle finger harder against your clit and he growled, the paddle still touching your dripping, tracing tiny figures as he watched as you whole clenched and unclenched from your ministrations.

“You have such a perfect little pussy, I love it so much” he moaned, the paddle moving from your cunt and resting flat against your thigh. You spread your folds with your fingers, slowly thrusting a single digit inside your gaping hole to stroke that soft spot that your boyfriend loves to press against whenever he has his long fingers deep inside you. You couldn’t reach as deep as he could but at least you were still able to press your finger against that spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your lips slowly parting, but no sounds came.

You were so deep, so caught in your own thoughts, you own pleasure from practically fucking yourself on your own finger in front of your boyfriend who had those dazzling blue eyes staring immensely at your aching, hot and trembling body.

Did masturbation alway feel this good? Or is it just the simple fact that you were too humiliated to admit to yourself that having an adonis sitting before you was sending your body into override, the fact that you weren't even able to make as much a whimper fall from your lips as you gave him what he wanted. The fact that he watched your every move, his eyes never missing the way your tiny finger slowly pulled it from your core to press against your throbbing clit.

You were so so lost in your mind, in the warm feeling that was starting to grow in the pits of your tummy, you didn’t even feel when he pulled the paddle away from your thigh, but did feel when the paddle made contact with your right thigh. You quickly bit your lips to prevent yourself from moaning as he pulled the paddle away from your right thigh to slap your left thigh.

“Show me how wet you are, my little slut,” he said, the tone in his voice dropping lower than you’ve heard. “Spread your thighs a little wider and let me see how much you're dripping,” and slowly with the paddle rubbing against your thigh you parted your legs for him. “Atta girl, now I want you to cum for me.”

You nodded, your eyes still lodge in the back of your head, your fingers circling the little nubs before adding a bit more pressure to feel that stimulation that would send jolts of fiery electricity through your body. You slipped your finger back into your hole, gathering your slick to smother it over your fold as the warmth in your tummy increased.

You were close to cumming, you were so close to cumming all over yourself for your boyfriend. This is what he wanted right, to watch as you surrender into your deepest pleasure. But oh you were so fucking wrong.

Your boyfriend wanted more. Gojo Satoru wanted more, he was hungry, he was greedy and on top of that he didn’t want you to be the one to break your mind, he didn’t want you to carry yourself to an intense orgasm. He was the only one who gets to make you cum, it’s his pussy after all.

Gojo abruptly stood him, his hand yanking your hand away from your pussy while he rested the paddle next to your head. His left hand wrapped itself around your throat and his hand slipped between your thigh, separating your throbbing folds with his long, slender fingers. He collects your slick, smothering it over your entrance before thrusting his middle and ring finger into your warm hole. You moan, too loudly for your own good, your pussy clenching from his sudden intrusion.

You weren’t expecting this, but fuck it you love every minute of him. “Who the fuck do you think you are hm?” he whispered as he stared down as your eyes were no longer stuck in the back of your head. His eyes sparkling as a sinister smile appeared on his face as he watched you fall apart on his fingers. “You thought I would allow you to cum all your fingers baby?”

“But… you said that I…” Your sentence was cut short when he leaned forward to bite your lips.

“Shut the fuck up. Bad kitty,” he grumbled above you, stretching your walls painfully fast. You whimpered, your pussy still flexing around his fingers. The tip of his fingers reached your deepest spot, rubbing its spongy surface that you loved so much. You bit back your moans, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill. “Think you can take another finger, oh I bet you can you greedy whore,” Gojo hissed as he entered another finger inside of you. You hissed a bit, but as soon as the pain came, it was quick to disappear. Your boyfriend's fingered you with three of his fingers already so this was becoming even more pleasurable to you.

“Just look how wet that fucking pussy, such a messy slutty cunt,” he whispered, leaning forward to nibble on your bottom lips. He felt you lifting your hips to thrust his fingers deeper and further into your nether bits. “Ooh… What's this? Does the little kitty want more?” He teased, lifting his face to look at your flustered expression, admiring how pleasure was written all over your face. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, his hand around your throat tightening its grip. “Three fingers not enough?”

You felt the fourth finger slowly stretching your pussy, spreading nothing but pain and sweet pleasure across your walls. You teeth clenched tightly together, “Poor kitty, it must hurt so bad huh?” he chuckled. Of course it hurt that the obvious pain was written all over your face. “I’ll make it feel a little better for you,” he cooed, quickly using his thumb to circle your swollen clit to help you to adjust to his fingers.

You’re dripping over his hand, while he plays with your bundle of nerves you could slowly feel that warm pressure in your tummy slowly returning, cramping as you prepare yourself to cum over his fingers. “I’m going to drain every last ounce of cum out of you,” his low voice just gave you the extra push that you needed to cum. And you took it, you quickly claimed it with your back arching, teeth biting into your lips to silence your moans. “Atta girl! Atta fucking,” he praised as he let you rode out your orgasm, thrusting in and out of your flooding quivering hole. When he felt you relaxing under his touch, he pulled out his finger, your cum dripping from them. He smirked, his hand above your face showing how your cum coated his fingers right before he wiped his fingers on your cheeks.

He pressed his lips against your cheeks, licking the cum from it before pulling away to grab the cuffs that he so badly couldn’t wait to put on your pretty body. He grabbed them from the night stand before walking towards the bed, his hand wrapping around your forearm to pull you off the bed.

You watched with curious eyes, still breathing heavily as he wrapped a leather cuff around your right wrist, your left wrist, your thighs and feet. “On your knees,” he said and without question you dropped to your knees. He left again to go pick up another item from the nightstand. You took the time to admire the sexy black leather on gold combination that looks tough to break to be elegant around your wrist at the same time. It was obvious that the cuffs were made from a thick material that was fastened with gold coloured buckles with 3 D rings.

The leather felt soft and it felt great on your skin, you couldn’t help but to wonder how much this must have cost him. “Put your hands around your back,” he said as he returned with 2 double ended clips. You did as you were told and he fastened your hands to your thighs as a smirk rode his lips. “Perfect.”

⥈

You were growing more anxious as you sat there on your knees, your head resting against your boyfriend's thigh as you waited for him to play with your pussy. He had one hand in your hair and the other hand resting against his jaw. He was deep in thoughts, trying to decide if he wanted to take your fantasy for pet play a bit further than having you dressed up as a cat and calling you kitty.

He should and he had something in mind, but he wasn’t sure if you’d be up to it. He glanced down to you, to see you desperately staring up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. He bit his lips as the image of your lips doing the most unforgiving thing crossed his mind. God you would look so pretty doing just so.

“You’re so beautiful. Such a pretty and obedient kitty for me,” he praised as he ruffled your hair. “You’re an obedient kitty right? Nod your head yes or no to answer my question.” And you did. “And you know that good obedient kitty cats listen to their masters right?”

You nodded your head yes. He smirked, his finger gripping your hair to pull your head away from his thigh. “Now why don’t you be a good kitty cat and lick my shoe.”

Huh? You thought as you stared up at him. Did he just ask you to LICK his shoes? You thought. You feel his foot tapping against your thigh, eyes fix on your face patiently waiting for you to get down on your chest and lick his shoes.

“Waiting,” he said, tapping said shoes against your thigh impatiently again and again. It shouldn’t be possible to feel any more humiliated than when you had to play with your pussy in front of him, and cumming all his fingers too. Still, he had to be joking, right?

“Kitty, I don’t want to have to punish you,” he said, his foot still tapping impatiently against your thigh. He released the grip from your hair and grabbed your chin, “Lick my shoe.”

For your sake, you pulled your head away from his hand, leaned down carefully so as not to fall over since you can’t use your hands, and pressed your lips to his new black leathered shoe. You slowly gave the shoe short kitten licks, looking up to see your boyfriend earnestly watching you from where he sat on the bed, his lips slightly parted curled into a smile as he looked pleased with what you’re doing. He didn’t think you’d actually go along with it, if you had opened up your lips and told him you did not want to, then he wouldn’t have pressured you to do it, but you didn’t. The shoes tasted bitter, however with just a quick glance at his face, you quickly ignored the awful taste and flattened your tongue against his shoe in longer licks coating the surface of his shoe with your spit. “Good fucking kitty,” he growled, his voice deep and heavy with lust. “Kitty, make your way up with that naughty mouth of yours. Quickly now, you know what I want to do to you right?”

You kissed your way up his leather until you reached the fabric of his pants. You pressed your lips against the cloth, making sure he could feel warm lips against his skin as you kissed your way up to his knee. You drew back when you noticed him leisurely stroking his cock, which was lying on his thigh through his jeans. You wet your lips, your pretty little tongue dripping with saliva as you placed your lips on his thigh, slowly pushing your mouth closer to his thigh, getting closer and closer till he stopped stroking himself and threading his fingers through your hair. You can smell his excitement and it makes your body shudder a little.

You leaned your clothed chest against the mattress, settling on your knees between his legs. His hissed when you finally connected your lips to the tip of his cock through his pants, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. You tried to suck on the tip of his cock, despite the fabric blocking you from doing what you wanted, but still managed to get a good suck in before pulling away.

He’s shuddering above your hands carefully massaging your scalp, his eyes watching as you desperately try to hump yourself on the back of your heels as you try to suck more of him in your mouth. “Here let me help you,” he whispered. You watched with lust filled eyes as he slowly pulled the belt from his pants, pulled the zipper down along with his underpants to free his cock just for you.

“There you go kitty,” he groaned, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock, giving it light strokes and precum beading the pinkish tip of his throbbing cock. You lick your lips as you lean your head forward, lolling your tongue against the head to lick up his precum with soft moan.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he groaned, his eyes watching as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips tightly around the head as you move you head up and down, quickly finding your rhythm and meeting his fist that was still wrapped around his cock with your mouth. It’s no secret at this point that your boyfriend had a big cock, most times you found it very difficult to handle his girth, even now with your hands bound to your thighs. Your saliva dripped down his cock and hand, which never really bothered him since he was using it to slick himself as you bobbed your head against his shaft. He groaned, head tossing back as his hip slightly raised to thrust a bit, not too much though he wasn’t ready to do that just yet. “Fucking hell, that mouth, so fucking perfect.” His grip in your hair tightened, moving your head a bit faster, pressing you down on his cock more.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled his hand away from his cock. “Do your work.” With his throbbing cock still lodged inside your mouth you pressed your tongue against the biggest vein on his cock and you couldn’t help but to grin. You sucked him back into your mouth and you hollow your cheeks to take more of his cock. You felt a bit frustrated because you were unable to use your hands, you continued to suck him anyway until salvia pooled at the corners of your mouth.

“Fucking hell, I can’t take this anymore,” he groaned as he pulled your head away from his cock and stood up from the his seated position. With his hand still in your hair he was able to push you closer to the bed until your head was resting against the mattress. “That pretty face deserves to be fucked,” he said as spread his legs over yours in his standing position, step closer until his cock was pressing against your mouth. “Open up that naughty mouth of yours.”

You swallowed as you slowly parted your lips. You watched as Gojo lifted one and rested it beside your head before slowly thrusting his cock deep inside your throat, all the way down, hitting the back of your throat.

More tears streamed from your face as you tried to breathe but ended up choking and gagging around his cock. You struggled against the restraints, you wanted to push him off you, this was too much more than you can even handle, but he kept you there as he rocks himself into your mouth.

Your mouth started to close around his cock, but the sound of his voice and the grip he had in your hair stopped you from going further. “Keep that slutty mouth open to me when I’m fucking it, kitty.” You can feel the quivering of his thigh on the mattress where your head rests, as he rocks gently, grinding himself into your mouth as the face that stared down at you became blurry.

It’s a miracle you can still breathe, you're getting air but your find was still going numb with the longer your stay pressed with your nose against his neatly trimmed pubes. He’s grinning down at you, grinding himself against the heat at the back of your throat. His cock twitched heavily inside your mouth, his balls aching with the need to release deep down your hot little throat, he felt so close to cumming. He tossed his head back, cursing from how good your mouth felt, it takes his breath away every time he gets the chance to fuck your throat. “Fuck, fuck ugh gonna swallow all my cum, kitty,” he moaned as he took another glance at your adorable fucked out face. To see your watering eyes staring back at him, your tears staining your cheeks, red lipstick smeared all over his cock and your pretty little mouth overflowing with saliva, to the point where it began to leak down to your nose and cheek.

And that sight alone did it for him.

His hips stuttered as he shot his thick creamy cum down your throat. “Ah fuck, what a good fucking cock loving whore,” he pulled his hand away from your hair and without much warming his hand greeted the side of your cheek with a harsh slap. “I’m not pulling out until you swallow every fucking drop… mhm look at those tears shed for me.” he groaned. You whimpered around his cock, trying your hardest to swallow as much as you can without choking. “Relax those jaws for me baby�� and you did and allowed him to thrust more of his cum down your throat. “That’s it kitty,” he groaned before slapping you yet again. “Drink it all for me, don’t waste it.”

With one last thrust he slowly pulled out of your mouth and watched as you swallowed what little cum was left inside your mouth. He smirked as he stepped away from you, bent down to kiss your lips. Shortly after he stepped away from the bed, lifted you up and tossed you on the bed.

“On your knees baby,” he groaned as undressed himself while watching you struggle to get on your knees with your back arched. Well, he only took off his corset and unbuttoned his shirt. There was just something about being fully clothed while you were fully naked. Well you weren’t completely naked, you still had your bra on along with the garter belt on. Your cat ears were long gone the mouth Gojo started to fuck your throat and your panty was laying somewhere on the floor.

Anyways, as mentioned he thought there was something about being fully clothed while you were naked that had his cock twitching heavily. Maybe this is just another aspect of the master and slave play. He hadn’t dived much into either of your fantasies since honestly this is your first time with him and he honestly didn't want to scare you.

“I’m gonna pound your little pussy kitty,” he said as he walked up towards the best and rested his hand against your ass. He rubbed your right ass cheek, while the other one went to mess with your kitty tale. “Do you want me to fucking pound this little pussy?” he asked. You nodded your head yes, but he wouldn’t take that for an answer. He wanted to hear your sweet voice. “Say it, tell me that you want to pound your cute little pussy, kitty cat.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders when your boyfriend finally gave you the permission to speak. “Yes, I want you to pound my little pussy master.”

He chuckled as he yanked at the kitty tale, then moved his hands between your thighs and happily, fingers stroking and teasing your quivering pussy lips as he teased you yet again. “Yeah and how badly do you want it?”

“I want it, so fucking bad. Toru please, please fuck me,” you beg. You bit your lips and squeezed your eyes such as you tried to impale yourself on his fingers. “Please…”

He lets out a low approving chuckle to himself as he watches you try your hardest to impale yourself on his fingers. He grabbed his cock and dragged the tip up and down your quivering hole. You’re trembling, your hands struggling against the restraints as he teased to the point where your arousal felt painful.

“Satoru… Please…” you begged yet again.

"Be a good kitty and invite me in nicely,” he teased. You whined, burying your face into the mattress while spreading your thighs further apart.

“Please,” you cried with pussy fully on display to him.

He rocked his hips forward sharply, giving several fast drag of his wet cock tip along your dripping opening. “Here you go kitty. This is what you wanted right? Hm this is what the bad little kitty cat wanted right. Answer me.”

You groaned in frustration, tears staining the bed sheets. You gasped out, “Yes… I wanted to feel your cock inside me.”

He chuckled as he pressed his cock into you some more. He then yanked you up by your bounded wrist until your arched back was pressing against his chest. He wrapped a sturdy one around your neck while the other held onto your hip tightly. Gojo then used the he had on your neck and hip to brace you as he started to thrust in and out of your wet out. “Beg me to fuck you, slut.”

“Toru… Please fuck me… fuck my little pussy, ruin my little pussy please Toru.” Without much more warning he pulled out of you, grabbing our throat even tighter before his hips bucked into you in one long harsh thrust. He was quick to bottom out with how much you were dripping around his cock, how much your pussy walls were trembling and even the deep arch you have in your back despite being pressed up against him.

You can feel his heavy balls smacking against your drenched folds, the warmth of his girth stretching your aching cunt around him like you always do, your whole body was trembling in his hold. “I’m deep huh?” he breathed into your ear. He pulled out to thrust even more deeper inside than you had experienced from the many times you had sex with him. His hips were relentless, despite the cries that escaped your lips, he was still moving his hip in deep strokes that had your thighs trembling and your knees growing weak.

The slick sounds of your wet pussy, had him groaning and moaning in your ear. He moved his hand from your neck to squeeze you breast and pinched your nipple, it had you wailing his name, over and over as he continued to thrust deeply, loving how your pussy lured him and hugged his cock like a glove. Your pussy was flooding with your arousal, slick running between your thighs and down his cock.

“Toru…”

“Huh? What’s that kitty? Call my name again and watch what imma do to you, fucking bad… bad kitty,” he mumbled lowly in your ear before biting gently at the lobe.

“Master… fuck,” you moaned, your wrist tensed as you leaned back and thrust your hips to meet his already pistoning hips.

He cursed, his hand moving from your breast to wrap around your neck, “Oh, is the thirsty slut having fun?” He bit your ear once more as he picked up the speed, you cried out and squeezed your eyes shut as his pelvis repeatedly slammed against your ass. “I love it when I can feel you squeeze your pussy around me,” He cursed and gave you a hard thrust that had you gasping and chanting his name repeatedly. The searing smack of his hips against your grew louder with every thrust, you could almost feel the bed trembling beneath you.

It suddenly became hard for you to breathe because of how amazing it felt to have your boyfriend brutally assaulting your pussy, to use you as he owned handmade flesh light and his as his cock rubbed against the spongy good spot inside you, your body felt hotter and your eyes couldn’t help but to slowly rolled to the back of your head.

Every sting of pain was slowly being overcomed by mind numbing, overwhelming pleasure. He pulled hand away from your hips momentarily and violently whacked the left side of your ass cheek, prompting you to throw yourself back against him with the same speed he was at.

Your waterline was pricked with tears threatening to run down your cheeks. “Toru…” you moaned. He groaned and bit your neck this time before his hand smacked your ass not once, not twice but three times.

“Call me Toru again, kitty. I dare you,” his whispered against your neck.

You so badly wanted to defy him, like the little bad kitty you are, but the heat that was present in your tummy prevented you from doing so. You were so close to cumming and you wanted him to know that. “Master, I’m close… I’m close.”

He only hummed in your ear, as his hand slowly moved from your ass and dipped between your thighs to rub slow circles against your throbbing clit. The muscles in your thighs tensed from the new added stimulation on your pussy.

“Mhm, good fucking kitty,” he praised, smirking when your body began to shake against him. You loved it when he praised you. The heat in your tummy grew even hotter, your thigh felt numb, you were so close almost there. “Cum for me kitty,” and that’s all you needed to hear before your tummy clenched and your walls quivered as you cum around his shaft.

“Fuck… Fuck…” you cried as your body trembled from your intense orgasm. Gojo groaned in your ear, his finger pinching your clit as he continued to thrust inside your now overstimulated pussy, he wasn’t going to stop until he drained every bit of cum from your pussy. When you finally came down from your high, he pulled out of you, unclip the clips that were bounding your hands to your thighs and quickly unclasped your bra and pulled it away from your chest. He tossed the bra behind him, then pushed you against the bed before turning you over just so you could lay down on your back.

He quickly spread your legs apart, pushed your knees to your chest then quickly bound your hands to your thighs once more. You gulped as you watched as he ran his finger through his hair while he grabbed his cock that was still standing proud on his lips and lightly pumped.

“Look at fucking pretty pussy,” he said as he kneeled on the bed between your thighs. He pulled his hands away from his cock to push open his shirt even more to expose his well toned abs to your lust filled eyes. “Such pretty naughty pussy clenching and dripping with your cum. You want more?” he teased.

“Yes, please put it back in,” you begged.

“Haven’t you had enough, you greedy whore,” he teased as his fingers rubbed your aching and overstimulated clit once before pulling back to slap your sensitive pussy. You screamed, eyes widening from the sudden sting you felt on your pussy. Fresh tears began to pool from your eyes as he delivered more spanks to your now abused flesh. “Hm? And even after I fuck your pussy a few minutes ago and you came so much you still want more. Such a greedy kitty. No, A fucking greedy whore.”

“To… Master please… Ugh…” you cried.

“Fine,” he said as he slapped your pussy once last time before grabbing his cock and slapped it against your messy, dripping cunt, before slowly thrusting inside you. “Here, take it.”

From this angle, you felt extremely full, too full. It felt like his cock was about to rip your little cunt. Gojo groaned at how tight you still were, and despite how much he had fucked you he was still amazed by the amazing grip your pussy still had, even when he fucked you deep.

He inched deeper into you, his cock twitching when his cock head rested comfortably on your g-spot. He stilled a bit inside of you, breathing heavily as he locked both his hands under your knees. His balls felt a bit heavy and warm, “Feel like I’m about to cum in this pussy. Fuck.”

“Yes please,” you cried. He grunted as he slowly pulled out then abruptly sammed inside of you. Just like before his thrust was harsh, calculated, welcoming and brutal. “Fuck, you make my pussy feel so good.”

“Yeah I do,” he cockily responded, which was followed up by a low groan as he watched your bent legs bounce in his hold. “Only I can make this kitty cat’s pussy feel good huh?”

“Yes only you.”

“Atta fucking girl,” he said, panting as pounded into your pussy mercilessly. He was lost in cloud nine, your pussy had his heart hammering against his chest, sweat trickling down his pristine neck, down his pecs and abs. You were doing things to him, especially that he knew how much you both enjoyed kinky and fantasy play. God you couldn’t be anymore perfect than you already were. And to believe that you were all for him.

He glanced down through his lashes, to see just how much of a beautiful mess you were for him. Your lipstick smeared over your lips and chin, eyeshadow smudged by your tears. He couldn’t help him, he had to mess you up just a bit. “Show me your tongue,” he moaned as he leaned his body forward until his face was directly above yours. You lolled your tongue out for him. He groaned as he gathered a glob in his mouth before spitting it on your tongue. “Swallow and show it to me again.” You did as you were told, he didn’t waste another second to spit in your mouth again.

You swallowed then moaned, “I’m close again.”

“Me too,” he groaned as he straightened his posture to speed up his deep thrust. The sounds your bodies made as they slapped against each other was driving him mad. “You want me to cum inside your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, tell me who owns this fucking pussy,” he demanded as his thrust grow more violent.

“You do, Gojo Satoru owns my pussy,” You cried, fingers clenched tightly.

He leaned forward yet again and gave you the most neediest, sloppiest kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and let not forget the big glob he left in your mouth parted from your lips. “Tell me how much you love it when I fuck this slutty messy cunt, kitty. Tell me how much you love it when your master pounds your little cunt.”

He cock began to abuse your g-spot, each thrust punching every syllable from your lips as you told you answered him.

“I FUCKING LO… I love it when you fuck my slutty cunt… AH FUCK… FUCK. I love when your big cocks pound my pussy… ah shit I’m going to cum.”

Your third orgasm hit you harder than the others. “Atta fucking girl,” Gojo praised, then winced as your wall contracted around him even tighter. It was getting hard to move, but he kept thrust, he was about to cum too, the slow pressure building from his tummy travelled to his balls, and slowly made its way to his cock. His hips stuttered, the grip on your knees tightened as he thrust until he burst his load of cum inside of you. He shouted your name, balls and thighs tensing from how hard he came. Sweats trickled from both your foreheads, hair sticking to your faces. Both your bodies trembled from your orgasm as he slowly pulled out of you.

He watched as he white creamy cum oozed from your pussy. “ICE-CREAM baby?” he asked as he used his fingers to thrust his cum back into your hole.

“Yes I want ICE-CREAM Toru,” you said with a smile on your messy tired face.

“Alright kitty, let’s get you some ice-cream.” He got up from the bed and unclasped the clips, unwrapped the cuffs and tossed them to the side. He went to grab the wipes that were also on the night stand along with the hotel's phone. He pulled out a couple wipes as he called room service. “Hello?” he said as he walked towards and gently started to clean up the mess on your face. “Yes, this is Mr Gojo Satoru. Penthouse. I would like to order room service.”

You smiled as you listened to your boyfriend order your favourite ice-cream. “Yes, I would love to have a triple chocolate ice-cream sprinkled with cookie crumbles and also a 2-in-1 Strawberry-Vanilla ice-cream with chocolate ganache. That would be it, thank you.” he said before hanging up the phone. “Alright baby come here, are you hurt anywhere?” he asked as he patted his lap for you to sit on.

“No,” you answered.

“Awesome, give me a kiss now. You were such a good little kitty tonight. I hope we can do this again,” he said as he cupped your cheek. He kissed your lips and kissed him back with more passion.

“Me too,” you giggled against his lips.

“Alright baby let’s get you cleaned up while we wait for our ice-cream.”

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