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honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us; mcr // kiss the ring, mcr // gender is boring, she/her/hers // you, a great big world // good old fashioned lover boy, queen
#again sry this took so long i get 6 skips per hour#really outing myself with this one damn#i hate the song you tbh#ask#ask game
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― scream | h.ts 𓆩⚝𓆪
first installment of the 'tis the season drabble series !
pairing・ghostface!taesan x fem!reader
genre・smut, mostly pwp (fluff towards the end), established relationship
warnings・MDNI, mask kink, unprotected sex (Do Not.), dom!taesan, profanity, fingering, big dick!taesan
word count・2.3k (!!!!!)
note・uh we don't talk abt how long this took me or the fact that this is a halloween drabble in december... it's fine (the end's kinda trash sry lmao) - 🪼
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halloween was your favorite time of the year. all the spooky decor, scary movies, and candy made your eyes glow with excitement. and this year you’d get to spend it with your boyfriend. last year, you two were supposed to celebrate together but you came down with something so he’d come up with a brilliant plan of staying in and watching scary movies to your heart’s content. and as fun as that was, this year you were determined to make halloween count.
“dongminie, hurry or we’re gonna be late!” you heard a deep sigh before he muttered out ‘okayokay’. you two had a party to get to in exactly 2 hours. a party you may or may not have convinced forced your lovely boyfriend to go to. truthfully he wasn’t all that upset about going to this party, one of his friends was hosting it so he knew he was going to have to go anyway. it was the damned costume you’d practically begged him to wear. you two were supposed to be characters from one of your favorite thrillers, a movie that taesan personally didn’t care for. you’d made him watch every single scream movie last year and told him you wanted him to be ghostface this year. he didn’t really think you were serious until he saw the mask sitting on the bed and your overly excited smile as you pulled him into your room to show it to him. he’d be lying if he said your excitement wasn’t kinda adorable and that’s what ultimately won him over. (that and the fact that he was completely head over heels for you)
“babe!! come here, i need help!” you whipped around at the sound of taesan’s voice coming from your bedroom. when you got up and made your way over, you opened the door to the sight of him standing at the foot of your bed. he’d had the mask on most of the way but was seemingly struggling to get it to fit comfortably. you giggled under your breath and when he’d heard you, his head perked up in your direction. you stepped towards him and helped him adjust the mask over his head, stepping back once you’d both got it fully on. now with the mask settled over his head, you got to see his full costume. he opted out of the long dress in favor of black jeans and a black t-shirt, fake knife in hand. in truth, he just looked like himself with a mask on. so you’re not sure why you were getting so hot all of the sudden. you stood there and staring in stunned silence. when he tilted his head at your silence, you swore you felt your gut tense up. unbeknownst to you, taesan could absolutely tell you were turned on right now, you really weren’t that hard to read. and suddenly things clicked in his brain, the way you were so eager to get him in this costume, the glazed over look in your eyes when you were talking about seeing him in it.
“what’s wrong, baby? how does it look?” he asked, feigning innocence but slowly stepping closer to you. your eyes widened ever so slightly, if he wasn’t intensely staring at you through the mask he wouldn’t have even noticed. but he did and it caused the tiniest of smirks to cross his face.
“looks good, ‘minie… we should- uh we should probably get going.” you tried to answer normally but his presence, the way he loomed over you, was intoxicating. your eyes couldn’t stay focused on where to look, darting around his frame. and when he pressed closer to you, you felt your knees grow weak a little. you don’t know what was coming over you but taesan was enjoying every second of it. his large hands found your waist and yours came to press on his chest. “we’re gonna be late-” you were cut off by him sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you down into his lap in the process. your mouth hung open in shock but taesan wasn’t even paying attention to you. instead he had turned his upper half to snatch up his phone and was seemingly texting someone.
your brows furrowed as you stared in confusion. “what’re you doing?” you asked tilting your head to see he was texting jaehyun.
“telling him we’re not coming.” was all he said before he turned again to place his phone on the dresser.
his hands were on you in seconds. your mouth opened to protest but you were cut off again by his hands trailing up your shirt. you let out a shaky exhale, watching as he stared intently at the skin he was exposing the more his hands went up. once your shirt was pushed up to expose your chest, you reached to yank it off. taesan chuckled at your eagerness, hands groping over your bra causing you to keen into his touch. if the mask wasn’t getting you so worked up, you would’ve taken it off so you could kiss him and he would’ve taken it off so he could wrap his lips around your tits. but this would have to do for now.
“dongmin, please.” you whined, not even fully sure what you were pleading for. he hums, not giving you what you want and continues to trail his hands over your torso.
he stops at the waistband of the skirt you’re wearing, teasing at the skin there before sliding them back up to your chest. his pace is agonizingly slow as he unclasps your bra, your breath catching in your throat as the cold air causes your nipples to perk up. taesan groans lowly at the sight, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. you whimper, grinding yourself over his thigh that’s nestled between your legs. taesan watches you for a while mesmerized by the desperation in your movements. but then he’s quickly moving you, laying you down on the mattress whilst pushing your legs apart. he slots a leg in between your thighs, hovering above you as you whine impatiently. he doesn’t say a word as he shimmies your skirt off your hips, leaving you in just your lacy panties. the constant switching from feverish impatience to slow deliberation is making your head spin as he takes the time to admire your figure below him. his hands caress your thighs, pulling one up at the knee and pressing two fingers to the wet spot forming on your panties.
you sigh at the feeling, hands reaching towards the band of your panties before he pushes them away. you let out an indignant whine but keep your hands away for the time being, allowing him to do as he so pleases. he starts to circle your clit with his fingers, occasionally pressing harder onto the bud. he watches as you arch into his ministrations and he feels it as you grow even more wet. he pulls your panties to the side, continuing to play with your clit. he watches as you clench around nothing, breathing ragged underneath his mask.
“dongminie, please. want more.” you moan out, hands reaching for the one pressed to your cunt. he only pushes your hands away again, a frustrated whine leaving your lips. but then he actually takes your panties off, sliding them down your legs and throwing them to wherever your skirt went. and though you’re completely bare while he’s completely clothed, you don’t feel shy. no, if anything it turns you on even more.
without warning, he plunges two fingers into your wetness causing a gasp to fall from your lips. he watches as they disappear into your hole before he brings them out and pushes them in again, setting a fast pace. your legs threaten to close but he presses a hand to your other thigh, forcing them open as he fucks you with his fingers. something about the dominance radiating from him in this moment makes you feel so much closer to the edge than normal. you’re whimpering and moaning loudly as his thumb starts to rub over your clit. he doesn’t say a word but you can hear how heavy his breathing has gotten and it drives you crazy.
“‘min, i’m close. oh my god, please.” your back arches off the bed as you feel your orgasm fast approaching. he decides to press another finger into you, you moaning loudly at the feeling. he drinks in the sight of you falling apart for him, pussy clenching around his fingers and moans tumbling from your lips. when you come, your entire body tenses and you’re left scrambling for something to hold on to. he slows his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm before pulling them out.
as he turns his hand, he watches his fingers glisten with your essence and can’t resist pushing the mask up to lick them clean. the sight has your jaw dropping and pussy clenching once again. you trail your eyes down his form to see his very visible bulge. before you can even think of doing anything, he places both hands on opposite sides of your head, looming over you again. you take the opportunity to trail your hands over his clothed chest, feeling his breath shudder before he’s pulling away to be kneeling over you. he very quickly undoes the buckle on his pants, pulling them down enough so that he can push his boxers down. his hard length stands tall against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip. you watch as he pumps his length a few times, your breathing labored as your hand starts to trail down to your aching pussy. but taesan catches the movement, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. you whine and try to squirm free but to no avail. he holds you there until you stop trying to fight against him, tilting his head at you when you huff in annoyance. and even though he hasn’t said anything, you know that means you’d better keep your hands there if you wanted to cum again tonight.
he pulls away when he’s sure you’re done and reaches for your legs, pulling you towards him whilst simultaneously spreading you open. he rubs his cock over your pussy, tip bumping your clit and causing little whines to leave you. once he feels he’s teased you enough he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly. no matter how many times you two have had sex, his cock always stretched you out so deliciously. you could feel it as he pushed every inch into your fluttering walls. you heard him sigh breathily when he finally bottomed out. just like he did with his fingers, he pulled out slowly before fully plunging back inside you, watching the way your pussy swallowed him. he felt so deep as he fucked into you, his hands snaking their way up to your chest. his fingers toyed with your tits while his hips snapped into yours. your hands were fisted tight in the sheets, moans of his name and incoherent blabbering falling from your lips. you chanted his name like a mantra as you felt his cock hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars.
he repositioned so his hands were placed on opposite sides of your head again, you bringing your legs to wrap around his hips. at this angle, you could feel him even deeper and you cried out his name. your hands found purchase on his shoulders as he rocked into you. now that he was closer, you could hear the soft pants and groans he was letting out behind the mask. you could feel that familiar tightening in your stomach, thighs clenching around him. you were letting out pleas and ‘yes’s’ and ‘feels so good, don’t stop’ and taesan knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. you could tell too, his thrusts getting sloppy and his head dipping into your neck.
“gonna cum, dongminie, fuck ‘so good.” you moaned directly into his ear and that was his undoing. he groaned as your pussy clenched around him, both your orgasms washing over you.
he thrusted into you a few more times before practically collapsing on top of you. you let out a laugh of disbelief, pulling his head up and immediately removing his mask. his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips swollen from biting down on them, and a blissed out look in his eyes. you had a dopey smile on your face as you pushed his hair back from his forehead. he sighed before sitting up, pulling his softening cock out of you and readjusting his clothes. you whined at the loss of contact and he chuckled.
“be back, babe, hold on.” he murmured as he got up, grabbing a damp towel and a water bottle. he came back, wiping you clean (chuckling once again when you whined at the feeling) before opening the water bottle and giving it to you. once you were done with it, you gave it back to him and gave him a pointed look. he sighed and drank some water before settling it back on your nightstand. when he came back to lay with you, you immediately pulled him down into a heated kiss.
“can’t believe you deprived me of your lips this entire time.” you pouted as you pressed your lips to his again, him smiling into the kiss. he hummed as he pulled you over so that you were on top of him, bare chest pressed against him. he kept you there as your lips moved in tandem, your tongue swiping across his bottom lip. it felt like hours before you two pulled away from one another.
“you’re amazing, baby.” he said softly, his hand running through your hair. you just smiled at him, leaning to kiss his nose before you got up to get clothes to put on.
“didn’t know you had a thing for masks though.” and even though your back was turned as you bent over, you could hear the teasing smirk in his voice.
#*written by 🪼#onedoornet#*tts : holiday series#boynextdoor smut#bonedo smut#bnd smut#boynextdoor x reader#bnd x reader#bonedo x reader#taesan smut#taesan x reader#boynextdoor fic#bonedo fic#bnd fic#taesan scenarios#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor fluff#bnd fluff#bonedo fluff#taesan fluff
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hai bonni <33 this is my first reqs 4u and im sry in advance if it's kinda of cringe 😭 (i came here from yr simon fic btw nd i luv ur writinggg) wht do u think abt simon being tired as hell coming back home from his mission and literally melts into reader's arms?
HELLO DEAR ANON ! thanks for requesting and no, it's not cringe dw i LOVE it. also ty for loving my writing that literally made my day sm >< enjoy this!
PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader
OVERVIEW: Simon melting into your arms after a rough day at work <//3
C/W: Entirely fluff + kisses
Simon had a long day at work and was feeling tired and stressed. He started his car and drove home, feeling the tension in his shoulders and back. As he pulled into his driveway, he saw you standing on the porch, waiting for him.
You smiled and walked towards him, your arms outstretched. Simon stumbled out of his car and into your arms, letting out a deep sigh of relief. He felt the tension in his body melt away as you held him close, your warmth and comfort surrounding him.
"Welcome home, Simon," you whispered, resting your head on his chest.
"Thanks." Simon replied, wrapping his arms around you and taking a deep breath.
The warmth of your body against his, your breathing against his ear, all of it was like a balm for his soul. He let go of the tension in his muscles and let himself melt into you. Your warmth and love surrounded him, making him feel safe and protected.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling you hug him tightly.
"I missed you," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "Missed you so much."
"I missed you too, Si'," you replied, your voice full of love.
For a moment, nothing else mattered but your embrace and the love that you shared. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. And in that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.
"Hey," you said, leading him towards the house. "Let's go inside, okay?"
You helped him inside, guiding him to the couch, where you could hear him release another deep sigh.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, sitting beside him. "Food? Um, what about some tea? I think that will help you loosen u-"
Simon reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. "Just you being here is enough, love." he replied.
"I'm always here for you, Simon," you said, giving his hand a squeeze back.
You leaned into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss against his stubble-roughened cheek. The gesture was gentle, yet full of meaning. Simon felt a warmth spreading from his cheek to the rest of his body, your love surrounding him like a blanket.
He closed his eyes and savored the moment, letting himself be fully present in your embrace. He could hear your heartbeat against his chest, and the sensation was soothing and calming.
You reached out and pulled his balaclava up, revealing his mouth. A quick peck and his face lit up with a smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.
You watched as he became more and more beaming, his mouth turning into a grin as you removed the balaclava. "There he is," you said softly, your voice filled with affection. You giggled, teasing him as you added, "My little baby soldier."
Simon's eyes were fixed on you, filled with a sense of pure adoration and love. He was grateful to have someone who accepted him for who he was, especially coming home from a long and difficult mission.
"Baby soldier?" He asked.
"Yeah, well, aren't you one, my love?"
"I am so not a baby soldier."
"Oh, damn you're right." You replied with faux surprise. You leaned into him, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them together.
Then you added, whispering as you do so, "You're my little baby lieutenant, aren't you, Si'?"
You feel Simon inhale and see him averting his gaze. You giggled at him and kissed both of his cheeks.
Simon cannot bring himself to retort any longer as he completely melts into your kisses and embrace. If you said he's a little baby lieutenant, then for god's sake, he is.
It was a moment of pure serenity, of pure love. And Simon knew that he would always cherish it, a beacon of solace in the midst of the chaos of the world.
And then, as if driven by an instinctive need to express the depth of his emotions, he pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, his touch firm and passionate.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. But there was no question about the sincerity of his words, the longing in his eyes as he looked at you. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.
"I love you too," you replied, your own voice just as genuine. And with those words, Simon knew that everything was going to be alright.
#👾 — [bonnie’s wk]#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley imagine#simon x reader#cod x you#ghost cod#cod fanfic#cod x reader#ghost x reader#ghost fluff#simon riley#simon riley fluff#cod fluff#simon ghost riley#call of duty#call of duty x reader
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Day 7-Aphrodisiac-Chrollo/Reader
notes: Chrollo is hard to write. Sry if this is ooc lol
title is from 'Stop' by Sam Brown
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You're in the middle of curling your hair, when your phone rings. You curse, dropping the strand of hair you were preparing to curl, carefully placing the curling iron on the stone beneath your feet, and grab your phone.
“Hisoka, where the actual fuck are you? We’ve gotta go soon!” You say angrily, your voice echoing against the stone of the stupid church the troupe had decided to hide out in. You're wearing pajama pants and a large oversized t-shirt, bending awkwardly in front of a small mirror you have propped up against the wall, frantically pinning your hair into rollers. You and Hisoka are supposed to leave for the mission in about ten minutes, and the damn clown is nowhere to be seen. Most of the other people have left for their missions already, leaving just you, Chrollo, and Machi in the large caverness room.
Hisoka chuckles. “I'm sorry dear, but I'm afraid I'll have to leave you on your own!” He says. You almost dropped your phone.
“You’ve got to be joking,” You say, deadpan in your delivery. Maybe this is one of his stupid jokes. You tilt your phone, propping it up against your ear and picking up your curling iron again. Might as well finish setting your hair while Hisoka goes on.
“I'm not,” Hisoka says, sounding much too pleased for your liking. “As much as I would love to accompany you, I got caught up in something.”
A beat of silence fills the speakers, as you absorb what he had just told you. Then, the anger starts the flow.
“You got caught up in something?” You hiss, annoyance clear in your voice. Machi looks up from her own mission preparations. Of course she got the easy one, while you were stuck at a stuffy high class event, with Hisoka to entertain. You pin your roller into place, moving onto the next strand of hair, yelling as you go.
You hear Chrollo shut his book with a snap.
“You can't just, like, abandon me!” You yell into the speaker. “I literally can't do this mission by myself, you know that!”
“I'm afraid it's out of my hands,” Hisoka says. You can hear his smile through the phone, and you almost pop a blood vessel. “I wish you luck!”
“Hey, you can't just—” Hisoka disconnects with a beep. You stair at your phone in shock for a moment, and then raise your arm to chuck it across the room in frustration.
“Fucking damnit!” You shriek, then hiss as you burn your finger on your curler. Machi chuckles in sympathy.
“Hisoka?” She asks, shooting a wry smile in your direction. You nod.
“The fucker says he cant come,” You groan, pinning your last hot curl into a roller, away from your tender neck and put away your curling iron. “He says he's caught up in something or whatever.”
Machi stiffles a giggle, and you shoot her a look of betrayal.
“Maaaachi,” You whine, sinking against the rock floor with a groan, your hair still in rollers. No sense to take them out, after it took you so long. “What am I supposed to do?”
“You could go by yourself,” She says.
“I caaaant, I'm a noncombatant,” You whine, “And besides their expecting husband and wife, they'd totally suspect me if I showed up alone.”
“You could say your ‘husband’ flaked on you.” Machi says, “it isn't technically a lie.”
“If Hisoka was my husband I just might throw myself off a cliff,” You groan, rolling over onto your stomach, careful not to jog your rollers.
“He's hot though,” Machi says, gathering up her things.
“True,” You say, “that's literally the only thing he has going for him.”
Machi hums contentedly, as you stew in annoyance on the cold ground, rolling carefully back and forth, keeping your neck at an awkward angle so you don't jog the rollers in your hair.
“So what's the plan, Boss?” Machi asks, packing her supplies in her go back. You frown, and then swiftly remember that Chrollo is here as well. You tend to forget, he doesn't talk that much.
Chrollo gently sets the book he was reading next to him, stacking it neatly on top of the other books that sit beside him.
“I guess it can't be helped,” He says, standing up from his position on the big boss rock, and jumping down to the ground floor where the mortals sit. “I'll take his place.”
You stare at him in surprise.
“Really?” You ask, genuinely a bit confused. You didn't really know Chrollo all that well, even though he was technically your boss. He didn't really interact with you much, and he never went on missions.
“Yes, if I must.” Chrollo says, standing a few feet away from you as you start mindlessly on your makeup.
“Oh,” You say, a bit thrown off and confused. Machi chuckles
“You sound so surprised and confused,” She says, hoisting her bag over her shoulder and shooting you a small smile. “Chrollo does do missions occasionally.”
“Not with me,” You mutter, then cover it up with a nervous giggle. “I mean I'm just not used to doing missions with anyone but you, Machi. And Hisoka.”
“My condolences,” Machi grins, slipping her sandals onto her feet. “You work so hard for us, Name.”
“I know,” You whine, carefully contouring your nose. Chrollo coughs, and you jostle in surprise.
“Oh! I forgot you were still here.” You laugh, whipping away the excess contour you had accidentally smudged, and shooting a smile over your shoulder. Chrollo makes an odd face, tilting his head slightly.
“You forgot I was here?” He asks, sounding a bit offended. You shrug.
“You don't really talk that much,” You chuckle, highlighting your nose. “Do you have a suite?”
“I can find one,” he says, still standing a bit back from you. You try not to be too conscious of his eyes on you as you finish your makeup, spraying it generously with setting spray. This shit better not budge all night, or you're officially losing it.
Machi giggles, tossing you a wink as she heads towards the door. “Good luck, name.” She says, and you wave in her direction as she steps out of the shelter and into the rain. Thunder booms and lightning cuts through the sky, and when it recedes you can't make out her figure anymore. You sigh. Tonight is going to be awkward.
♱♱♱
The taxi ride is dead silent. You sit in the back, Chrollo sitting a foot away, a book sitting open on his crossed legs. You stare out the window, hair pillowing softly over your shoulders, dress pooling over your crossed legs. The Taxi driver is unbothered, airpods sitting firm in his ears as he drives on, not a care in the world that the people he's driving are sitting in awkward silence in the back of his car. You heave a deep sigh, and catch yourself wishing Hisoka were here instead. At least he never shut up.
Hurriedly, you kick yourself, and try to make conversation.
“What are you reading?” You ask, desperately trying to fill the awkward silence. Chrollo looks up, closing his book with a snap.
“Simply cataloging my abilities,” he says, slipping the book into his pocket. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Nothing interesting,”
“I thought you read actual books,” You say, one of your heels scraping your ankle as you cross your legs. “Is that all you read?”
Chrolllo coughs, muffling what you think might be a laugh.
“No, my dear.” He says, turning to look at you fully. “Are you feeling prepared for the mission?”
“I guess,” You sigh, restlessly uncrossing your legs again. “We practiced and stuff, but…”
“You practiced?” Chrollo asks curiously, and you turn to face him fully. He has his hair down for once, and a piece of fabric covering his forehead marking. You catch yourself thinking he looks handsome. He should wear his hair down more often.
“Yeah, Hisoka and I,” You say, “We mostly just memorized our characters' names and stuff like that.”
Chrollo nods.
“I see,” He says, reaching into his coat jacket for the wedding invitation. “You didn't practice being newlyweds?”
You laugh, tilting your head back and pulling your freshly curled hair over your shoulders so it doesn't get smushed.
“We didn't really need to,” You say, watching the driver's screen through the plastic window separating the driver from the back seats. His map says you’ll arrive at your destination in fifteen minutes. “We’ve done a lot of missions together, and besides, Hisoka can be pretty charming when he wants to be.”
“Ah, I see.” Chrollo says, flipping the invitation open and reading it carefully. “So we are Mr and Ms Benton, then?”
You nod, recalling the information along with him in your mind.
“We’ve been married for two weeks, and we're so in love everyone is annoyed and disgusted with us.” You say, watching the blue dot that symbolizes the car your riding in move closer and closer to your destination.
“Right, and our mission?”
“Get in, steal the necklace and get out without causing a fuss.” You reply, sighing. “It's this a lot of hassle for one necklace?”
Chrollo chuckles, slipping the invitation back into his suit jacket with a small smile.
“Maybe,” He says, “But we all have our part to play.”
♱♱♱
The part is a boring one. You nod, smiling through your teeth as this man talks on and on, throwing in the occasional ‘Uh Huh’ to be safe. Chrollo, hand wrapped around your waist, smiles widely, his eyes glazed over.
You shift closer to him, leaning over to whisper through your teeth.
“Can we go now?” You ask, ignoring the butterflies that flutter in your stomach as he squeezes your waist comfortingly.
“We haven't done what we’ve come here for yet,” He whispers back quietly, barely moving his lips.
You roll your eyes, and tune back into the conversation. One man has cornered the two of you in the corner and is talking at you about his money and how many cars he has and how his last wife was a model and blah blah blah. You aren't paying attention at all.
“And i have just added a new Bugatti to my collection,” The man says, pausing like you should clap or something.
“Oh cool,” You say, deadpan. The man chuckles, seeming to not at all get the sarcasm in your tone.
“If you want to see them, pretty lady, you can come over to my place after—”
“You have some impressive cars,” Chrollo says, squeezing your waist twice. The signal. You take a swig of your champain, then set it gently on the table beside you. You want to come back to that.
“Oh hubby, I think I'm feeling a bit faint!” You whine dramatically, bring a hand up to your forehead, closing your eyes and tilting your head dramatically. Chrollo gasps, abruptly sweeping you off your feet and into his arms.
“If you’ll excuse us, I'll be taking my wife to lie down for a bit,” Chrollo says to the man in front of you guys. Your eyes still closed, you peek out of the corner of one eye to find the man eyeing you with disappointment. Quickly, you close your eyes again.
“Hurry Baby,” You whimper dramatically. “I feel faint!”
Chrollo's hands tighten against your body and you feel his chest vibrate against your side. He must be laughing. But he speeds away at your instruction, moving towards the powder room, which just happens to be in a long hallway off the main room the party was situated in. the perfect place for the two of you to disappear to for about two minutes. Just enough time to get your hands on the necklace.
“How did it go?” Chrollo asks as you return to his guard position, situated a few feet away from the door of the women's bathroom. You grin, flashing him a thumbs up.
“A brief scrap with a security guard, but i hide in a closet,” You say, taking off your plastic gloves and dumping them into your small clutch purse. It was almost laughably how easy stealing the necklace had been. After Chrollo had let you down from his arms all you did was walk the ten feet to the storage room and hide from the lone security guard in the nearby closet. Then you just swiped the necklace and placed it in the plastic bag you had prepared, and dropped it out the window. Now all that was left was to go around the house and retrieve it.
“Now we just need to get out of here,” You say, wiping the sweat off your hands and onto your dress. “You think we can escape without car guy yelling at us again?”
Chrollo chuckles. “Not likely, I'm afraid.” He says, grabbing your waist as the two of you walk back towards the brightly lit entrance room.
“Oh well,” You sigh, “I wanted to finish my champain anyway.”
Sure enough, it takes you all of five minutes for the car guy to find the two of you again, walking with you as you beeline for your champain. You're going to need all of it to survive even five minutes of this guy talking.
“...and just yesterday, I added to my new Rolex collection…”
“Oh really.” You say, downing your champain. It tastes a little weird. Maybe it's gone a little flat in the short amount of time you were gone. You place the empty cup down on the table beside with a clank. The man looks at it, his brown eyes sliding to you in a way that makes your skin crawl, and you shiver. Chrollo squeezes your waist gently, hand sending butterflies frolicking around your stomach.
A beat of silence passes. Then the man speaks.
“Do you feel alright, miss?”
You raise and eyebrow, tilting your head to the side.
“I'm fine?” you question, and then after a beat an escape plan starts to form. “You know what, I'm tired. Can we go home now baby?”
Chrollo springs into action, gripping your waist and spinning you towards the exit with a grin.
“Of course dear, whatever you want.” He says, voice fakely sweet as the two of you march towards the exit at a brisk pace. You wind through the small circles of people, about seven to five people in each round, talking of this and that. They spare the two of you a passing glance before returning to their conversations. You catch snippets of them as you wind by, nothing of any interest or note. You feel a bit hot, longing for the cold air of the night. You can't wait to go home and take a shower.
Finally, the two of you escape into the night, the cold air enveloping you. You still feel a bit hot. Chrollo leans in, whispering in your air as the two of you stop a few feet away from the front doors of the manor.
“I'll get the necklace.” he whispers, pulling away from you with a brief kiss to your forehead. Then louder he continues, “Stay right here baby, I'll be right back.”
You nod, hand tracing the spot he had kissed as you watch him disappear into the night. Your skin tingles where his lips had touched it, and your heart pounds a bit fast in your chest. You still feel hot, even though you’ve escaped into the cold air. You sit down on a small bench, feeling a bit out of breath, and stair at the manor you had just exited. It's really a lovely building, the gothic architecture hiding in the shadows of the night. Light pours out from most of the windows of the multi story building, casting panes of yellow light onto the cobblestone driveway. The manor is on the main road, but set back to give the illusion of exclusivity. You yawn, sinking back against the small bench.
“There you are, pretty lady.”
You jump, opening your eyes abruptly. The car guy from earlier is standing over you, his legs only a few inches from your crossed legs. You glare up at him, much too tired to deal with his nonsense.
“Can I help you?” You ask, your annoyance leaking out in your tone. Where the hell is Chrollo?
The man scoffs.
“Why so rude, girly,” He simpers, “you should be loosening up to me soon.”
“You're bothering me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes. You feel a bit weak for some reason, muscles refusing to cooperate as you force yourself to stand. You totter a bit and the man catches you. His hands feel unpleasant, and you recoil quickly.
The man considers, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
“It should be kicking in about now,” He mutters to himself, hand on his chin as he eyes you up and down. His eyes feel slimy, goosebumps run against your skin as he grips your biceps, holding your arms against your side. “No matter, I'll just have to start early.”
He licks his lips, and your skin runs cold as what he intends to do to you becomes clear. You struggle, but feel strangely sluggish. Your body feels like jelly, hot and cold at the same time, and your limbs feel weak. The man laughs unpleasantly, grinning down at you, his eyes focused on your boobs.
“Not so tough now, aren't you?” He simpers.
You try to struggle, trying desperately to pull your arms from his grip, to twist away, to escape. But you can't. You should be able to, this man is not more physically fit than you, but for some reason your body feels so weak. You bite back a whimper of fear, desperate not to show any emotion. It's been a while since you were afraid.
“Your husband left you all alone, did he? Don't worry, i'll take good care of yo—”
He stills, his body going straight and tight. And then his eyes roll back and you watch him topple sideways, his hands leaving your arms as he crumples to the ground. You bite back a sob of relief as Chrollo grins at you, patting his hands of any free dust.
“I've got the necklace, so let's head out.” He says, and then as he takes you in, trembling slightly like a leaf in the wind he continues, “are you alright?”
You shake yourself, forcing a grin as you fight through the liquid in your brain and the jelly in your limbs. You shoot him a smile.
“Just lovely!” you say, trying to convince yourself as you force your legs to move, propelling yourself towards the gate. “Let's head home.”
You assume Chrollo is following you, but you can't be sure. You can barely focus on anything, only propelling your legs forward, and ignoring the searing heat that is boiling in your blood, under your skin, in your gut. You feel like you're going to dissolve, melt into a puddle onto the ground. You can smell Chrollo behind you, a mix of citrus cologne and sweat, and a heavy musk that you can't place. You bite back a whimper, suppressing the urge to move closer to that scent, to curl into his body. You stumble a bit, quickly regaining your balance as you move out of the gate and back onto the street. Chrollo catches up, shooting you glances as he walks beside you.
“You sure you're alright, name?” he asks. The streets are empty at this time of night, but light streams down around you, from windows overhead to the pools of light below the street lamps. You no longer have any trouble walking, strowing confidently across the pavement, your hips swaying. You feel hungry.
“Oh, I'm doing just fine~” You sing-song, feeling a bit giddy with happiness. A singular man walks by and you have the sudden urge to chase after him, and make him kiss you. It's gone as soon as it has come, but it makes you snap out of your fearver, coming to a sudden stop on the concrete.
“Ok wait, maybe something is wrong,” You say, bringing a hand up to your forehead. You feel no fever, but your hand shakes as you bring it away. Your body is still pulsing with heat, thrumming from your toes to the tips of your fingers and back down. And then the pain strikes. Blinding white pain running in tandem with the pleasure, mixing into a terrible cocktail of agony. You suppress a whimper, as your knees buckle, sending you tumbling towards the hard concrete.
Chrollo catches you before you can fall, reaching out to grip your waist, catching you a few feet from the ground. You bit back another whimper, this one threatening to rise from your throat as you feel his warm hand around your waist. You feel like crying.
“Name?” Chrollo says, gently bring his hand up to your chin and turn your face to look at him. “Can you tell me what's going on?
You whimper, unconsciously nuzzling into his hand as the burning pain recedes a bit to the edges of your body, and your consciousness returns slightly.
“I don't know,” You whimper, fully relaxing against him. He's the only thing between you and the cold hard concrete. “Why are you asking me like it's my fault?”
“Ok,” Chrollo says, grabbing your waist tightly and pulling the both of you to your feet. “Let's get you inside.”
“Mhm,” You murmur, nuzzling into his shoulder and breathing in his lovely scent. “Whatever you say.”
♱♱♱
The receptionist of the hotel sends him a scornful look as he walks up to the front desk, helping you walk.
It's a rather gaudy hotel, clearly a love hotel but it was the first one Chrollo spotted so it would have to do. It was better to get you into a hotel as soon as possible, you're clearly on some type of drugs.
The receptionist seems to agree, with the way she glares tiredly at him.
“I switch jobs and it's always the same, huh.” She mutters, hitting the keys loudly. “Name, sir?”
“Benton,” Chrollo says, sliding the fake identification card across the counter. “This is my wife, Name Benton.”
“Uh huh,” The receptionist, Fumiko, sighs deeply through her teeth. “What kind of room do you want?”
“Ah, I'll take the cheapest option please.” Chrollo says.
Fumiko raises an eyebrow, pinning him to the spot with her stare and letting silence fill the mostly empty lobby. Slowly, she slides her eyes to you, clearly drugged on his shoulder, and back to him. Chrollo feels more ashamed than he's ever felt before.
“Cheapass,” Fumiko whispers, returning to the keyboard loudly. “Id?”
“Oh it–”
“Yeah,” Fumiko says, swiping it from the countertop. She looks at it for too long, holding it up to the light. Chrollo fears for a moment that she'll kick them out. He really doesn't want to find another love hotel, and you're getting more and more limp by the moment. Thankfully, she just sighs, going back to the computer with a sigh.
“Why do I even bother?” She mutters to herself, sliding the id back across the counter at him. “It's always worse, every time I ask. From barely legal to barely conscious…”
She continues muttering to herself, tapping away at the keys of the computer as Chrollo stands there, your body draped ungracefully against his side, breath coming in uneven little bursts. There's definitely something wrong with you.
“Cash or card?” Fumiko says. Chrollo slides the money over the counter. For some reason, he feels like this was the wrong move as Fumiko regards him with more suspicion as she hands over the room key.
“Enjoy your stay,” She bites out.
“Thank you.” Chrollo says, moving towards the elevator of the pink and red lobby. He feels her hard stare on his back until the elevator doors close behind them. He hoists you up, cradling you in his arms for the second time tonight as your head lolls back, faint little pants exiting your mouth. Your eyes are hazy, your pretty curled hair tangling with his arms, hanging towards the ground in a waterfall of color. You look very pretty, but then again you always do.
It's a bit of a struggle to get you into the room, but he manages it, juggling you and the door as it shuts behind him with a solid heavy thud. He places you gently on the bed, sighing in relief and turning away to shed his own coat. When he turns around, you blink slowly at him.
“Ah, you're awake?” he says, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. “How are you feeling?”
You dont reply, blinking slowly at him, eyes hazy. Chrollo feels a bit more worried. You're not really conscious, you’ve barely spoken full sentences since that man put his dirty hands all over your arms. He had assumed your lack of fighting had been to avoid a scene, but maybe it was something else.
“Name, I need you to tell me what's wrong.” Chrollo begs you, more worry than strictly necessary leaking into his voice. Finally, your pink lips part.
“Hot,” You mutter, jumping to your fighting with the top of your dress. “Help me out of this.”
Chrollo obeys, turning you around and undoing the zipper of your black dress with a sigh. He ignores the swaths of skin on display from him, pointing his eyes strictly over your shoulder. You sigh, slipping out of your dress. Chrollo watches it pool below you on the floor, black slinky material sitting in a pile. You smile up at him for a moment, a twinkle of innocence in your hazy eyes, your hair sitting messily upon your shoulders, the straps of your bra tempting his eyes to look a little further.
“Are you feeling better?” He asks instead, keeping his eyes strictly above your collarbones. You do have nice collarbones. He'd like to kiss them, if you would let him. You don't seem to like him much. Chrollo acknowledges that you must consider him boring, compared to the louder and more eccentric mission partner you were assigned. But he could be interesting. If you’d let him.
“Mm,” You humm, turning away to crawl onto the bed. Chrollo's eyes take in your body as you crawl back, your ass on display for him to view. You're wearing matching black underwear. Heat runs through his body, and Chrollo feels his dick jump against his thigh. It's probably been too long.
You’ve propped yourself up on your knees, your face pressed against the white bedsheets, your ass still high in the air, presented like a present. Chrollo is beginning to understand what exactly that man had slipped you. It must have been an Aphrodisiac of some sort. It's clear as you wind your hand down, and Chrollo watches you stroke your pussy through your panties. He clears his throat.
“What are you doing, Name?” He asks, undoing another button on his shirt. It's too hot here.
“I feel so hot,” You whimper, and Chrollo watches as you push your panties aside, slipping a finger into yourself with a squelch. Chrollo bites his lip, hard.
“Do you need my help?” He asks. You need to say yes. What will he do if you don't. He might lose his mind.
“Yeah,” You whimper, the white sheets stark against your pink lips. “Hurry.”
Chrollo moves embarrassingly fast, tossing his belt and shoes onto the floor with his jacket, and thrusting himself inside of you.
Your back arches, your toes curling in the white fabric as you clench deliciously around him. Chrollo bites back a groan, embarrassed of his eager behavior. He would have linked to work you up normally, maybe eat your pretty pussy. But that would have to wait for another day. And it seems you don't mind as you buck against him, urging him to move.
“Ugh, you're big.” You whimper, hands knotting prettily in the white sheets. You look so pretty like this, turned on your back and grinning hazily up at him. He wonders how long this will last. He wonders if when you awaken tomorrow, you’ll regard him with the same cautious contempt you always do.
Chrollo grips your waist with his hands, thrusting himself deep inside your clenching walls, setting a slow deep pace. You move with each thrust, pretty pink mouth letting out breathy pants and groans. If he's lucky, a pant of his name. The world around you is hazy, the gap of window shown by the curtains is fogged up, condensation and sweat muddling the world beyond. Your back arches, your body trembling as you grow closer to your orgasms.
“I'm close,” You whimper, muffled against the sheets. Chrollo presses his body against yours, pressing the two of you deep into the bed. You're laying flat now, your but reaching up to meet his short, deep thrusts. Your walls are clenching around him, driving him giddy.
Chrollo doesn't know how to feel. And so he focuses all of his energy on pleasing you. On watching the shudders and shivers of your shoulders, the clenching of your fingers, the gasping breaths spilling from your pink lips. He presses little kisses to your neck, leaving a pretty scatters of hickeys across your shoulders. The red spots make him swell with pride as you clench around him.
“I'm cumming.” You groan, body tensing and walls suctioning him deep inside you. Chrollo obeys your body's command, thrusting himself deep inside of you one more time and letting himself go. Your moans are pretty as you come, and Chrollo muffles his own sounds in your shoulders, as stars the color of your eyes spill across his eyelids.
He doesn't know what's going to happen after this. But at least for now, as he pulls himself out of you and curls up beside you, the world is content.
...
Endnotes: sry this ones kinda short i had a lot going on today lol
#mariannacrxss#helplesslypurple77kinktober#hunter x hunter#hxh smut#hxh x reader#chrollo x reader#chrollo lucilfer#chrollo smut
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LOVE HATE — LH°44
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴lewis hamilton x monégasque!ferrari!y/n
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔another day, another bickering contest between everyone’s favourite rivals who we all want to end up together.
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ dina denoire.
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕cussing, fluff, supernatural references and spoilers.
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Charlie walker x reader smut where he’s very subby and unexpirienced
thank you 🧎🏻♀️
a/n; omgomg absolutely r u kidding me rn ? fem reader. obvi 17+ and intended for mature audiences .
movie night 💿 - c, walker ,,
it's crazy what an innocent movie night at kirby's can end up as.
you and charlie sat in opposite corners of the spacious living room, watching stab III (per charlie's insistence). it had just started and you were already bored. the movie wasn't bad, per se, you had just seen it so many times before.
and well, you had always found charlie walker more interesting.
you'd always thought of him as attractive, having spent many a night with your fingers deep inside of you, imagining they were his, imagining what he would sound like, whimpering for you and your touch.
you knew he felt the same, if not, similar, about you. from the way he insisted on walking up the stairs after you (iykyk), to the untrackable count of times you've caught him eyeing you up and down, as though he was praying he would be gifted by the gods with x-ray vision.
but every time you got too close, he'd shut it down with a friendly remark. every. damn. time.
"that's actually really nice of you, thanks y/n,"
"haha, you don't mean that. funny, though."
"i think you look pretty nice, too,"
it drove you crazy, just how oblivious he was to your advances. the way the tv screen lit up his blown pupils, fascinated as he watched one of his favorite movies for probably the 1,000th time, made you bite your lip to contain the anything-but-holy thoughts ravaging your mind.
you were tired of sitting around, doing nothing about this ever-growing crush.
whilst everybody had their eyes glued to the screen, watching some girl get chased through her home, you pulled out your small iphone and clicked on charlie's contact. you had to do something he couldn't ignore, something he couldn't look over.
you clicked on the option to attach a photo to the text message. you scrolled through your camera roll until you found it.
the photo was of you, in your bedroom, in your mirror, seemingly trying on lacy, dark purple, lingerie. there was no shot he was taking this with friendly intentions.
you to charlieee <33 : *(1) attachment*
you waited a few moments before texting him again
you to charlieee <33 : oops, wrong person . sry. 😊
you watched as he reached for his back pocket at the sound of a notification.
and how his face, once painted with curiosity, twisted into shock, sights forced on the device. you had to bite back a smirk as he looked up at you.
you pretended that you were watching the movie and gave no attention to the boy whose pants were getting tighter by the second.
he cleared his throat before settling back on the couch, typing out a reply.
charlie to y/n🤩 : it's okay haha
charlie to y/n🤩 : do you mind me asking who that was meant for?
you to charlieee <33 : why does that matter 2 u?
charlie to y/n🤩 : i just want to know if you're seeing someone, or if it was for jill or kirby, yk?
charlie to y/n🤩 : not that i care if you're seeing someone!! that's really one of my business, forget i said anything
you to charlieee <33 : lmao but char, its ok if u do
charlie to y/n🤩 : what do you mean by that?
you to charlieee <33 : follow me and find out ;)
you casually got up and exited the living room, successfully not turning any heads. you found the guest bathroom and entered.
it was actually very nice, the lights were bright and luminescent, and the shower, sink, and toilet were spotless.
you waited a few minutes, sitting on the sink counter, before the door opened, revealing the one and only.
"what took you so long?" you teased flashing a smile. "i was debating whether or not i actually wanted this, well i do want this, very much so, but i was just-" he was rambling.
"well, you're here now, aren't you, charlie?" you slightly whispered before pulling him towards you by his shirt, settling in between your legs.
he was stiff as a board, he didn't know what he could do. you noticed this and grabbed his hands from his sides and placed them lowly on your waist.
you placed your arms around his neck very lazily. "you want this?" you looked into his eyes, which were dazed and hazy, seemingly drowning in dopamine.
he nodded. "mhm, yeah," he was breathless, becoming so impatient, needing to feel your lips on his.
you chuckled softly to yourself before finally giving the boy what he wanted. the kiss started out slow but heated up quickly as you started to tangle your fingers in his hair.
you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip and his mouth fell open easily, allowing it in.
charlie gripped your hips tightly. "easy, tiger. i'm not going anywhere," you pulled away slightly to say. this did not make him let up. there were surely going to be bruises in the place of his hands by tomorrow.
you began kissing down his jaw and neck, exploring and searching for a sweet spot. he whimpered particularly needily at one area on his collarbone and you attacked it.
he began running his hands up and down your sides, underneath your shirt. you translated his wandering hands and helped throw your top off. he tried, truly, to keep his eyes on your face and not on your chest but how could he? <33
"so, so, so beautiful," he whispered, leaning down slightly to knead your covered breasts. "too many clothes, baby. take 'em off for me, hm?" you more told him than asked.
like the good boy he wanted to be for you, charlie was quick to remove every garment on his body, save for his boxers.
you pulled your miniskirt off and were left in a laced, pale pinky-shade of matching bra and panties.
he took a small step back and stared at you intensely, like he wanted to say something. "spit it out, char." you almost scolded him.
"i-it's just, um, i've n-never done anything like this... before..." he looked down as though it was a shameful thing.
you smiled at his tenderness. "c'mere, love," you quietly uttered before pulling him in between your legs once again. you felt his hard length pressed against your middle but ignored the euphoria to focus on what mattered.
"look at me, char. that does not make me want you any less, it's actually kinda cute. listen, i'll guide you through it, if you wish to continue, that is. if you don't, we can get dressed and leave like nothing happened. what do you want to do, baby?" you reassured him as he stared into your eyes thoughtfully.
"i wanna keep going," he breathed out. "good," you hummed, drawing his lips to yours again. you hopped off of the counter, forcing your lips apart by the sheer height difference between you two.
you pushed him against the bathroom door and lowered yourself onto your knees in front of him. "w-what are you doing?!" he panicked slightly. "i'm gonna take real good care of you, m'kay, love? now, be a good boy for me and relax," you purred, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs.
the pet name turned his stomach and made him slip a small whimper. he unfroze his muscles and relaxed, per your request.
you kept your doe eyes on the flushed boy's face as your pulled his boxers down, making his dick spring out, hitting his stomach.
you tore your eyes from his face and focused your attention on his member.
he was big, huge. his slit crying with precum and veins ran up and down the length of it. your wide eyes softened when you heard a needy whine coming from the man above you.
you decided he's waited long enough, so you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. the moan/groan he let out, made you smile, and lock eyes with charlie once again.
"fuck, feels good," he said through half-lidded eyes as you began to suck on his angry, red, tip.
"so vulgar. bad boy," you teased with a grin. the sight of you beneath him, on your knees, a smile bigger than the whole sky plastered across your face as his dick leaned against your chin, could've caused him to release a load on your pretty face right there.
but he didn't. he wanted, needed, to be your good, good, boy <3.
"mmm, no. i'm good, i'm so good, only for you. just for you, mommy," the name merely slipped out, he swore, but it caused you to moan whilst his dick was down your throat, causing a very pleasurable vibration around his cock, causing him to involuntarily cum down your throat.
"sh-shit, 'm sorry," he was quick to apologize for cumming so quickly as you pull your jaw off of him. "say that again," you demanded with a scratchy voice, but needier undertones were detected. "w-what, i'm sorry?"
"no, before that,"
"m-mommy?" charlie squeaked.
"fuck."
from the cold tiles biting at the skin of your knees to shimmying off your panties and sitting back down on the counter, you knew you needed him, all of him. right here, right now.
this time, you didn't have to pull him toward you, he naturally gravitated to the comfort of the in-between of your plush thighs. "wanna fuck me? huh?" you asked, grabbing his cock and sliding the tip up and down your folds.
"more than anything, mommy," he whimpered, dreamily. "fuck, baby," you whined as you guided him inside of you.
the stretch was almost impossible. you both moan in synchrony. the tightness of your walls was far better than charlie could've ever imagined when he pumped his fist up and down his length on lonely nights.
"oh my god, momma. i've dreamed and dreamed about this," he whispered in your ear after you gave him the go-ahead to move. his thrusts started out slow and tame but sped up quickly.
the hold he had on your thighs was mighty as he chased his high. "gimme your hand," you managed to speak through the ecstasy. "w-why?" he slowed down, only slightly.
"just- just give it to me," you gasped as his tip pushed against your g-spot. he lifted his left hand and put it in your right.
you shaped it into a 'thumbs up' stance and moved in down onto your clit. "draw circles," you told him. he picked it up quickly and continued fucking you.
your nailed fingers tugged and pulled at his hair, making him into a moaning, whimpering, mess. "shit, fuck! i can't go for much longer. can i please do it inside? please, please, please, mommy?" he begged and you nodded. "i'm on the pill, doll. go ahead, fill me up." you couldn't say no to his beautiful, fucked out, face.
a few more sloppy thrusts into your cunt and soon, he had you loaded. he stared down at his cock going in and out of you, lubed by his sperm, and he could've came again at the sight.
it wasn't too long after that you felt your own earth-shattering release, clinging onto the broad shoulders of the man above you. it rippled through you like an ocean current.
you stayed intertwined with each other for a few more moments, catching your breath, before charlie spoke.
"if my calculations are correct, roman bridgers should be getting revealed as ghostface right now."
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🤺back🤺🤺🤺back i say🤺🤺 it’s my turn to request something for hana’s event🤺
may i please request a scenario with baji + flower shop in which he goes to buy his mom flowers as an apology but doesn’t know what to get, so he just picks out random flowers that actually mean everything except “i’m sorry” so you help him out?
by the way, you don’t have to write this part, but i just thought it would be cute if he develops a crush on you and you see him at a different flower shop buying a small bouquet and you think he’s betraying you, but later he shows up at your shop, awkward and stiff, with that same bouquet to ask you out because his mom said that’s the proper way to do it. just wanted to share that little add-on with you!!
— baji keisuke // flower shop // love at first sight
☆ ˎˊ˗ heyyy ... arba idk if ur still active IM SRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG i disappeared D: we miss u come back ... also this idea was sooo cuteeee arghjhghjghjhg i actually went soo overboard w this but it was too good!!
☆ ˎˊ˗ fem!reader implied
☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 2.2k+
masterlist || 2k masterlist
you’d had your eye on him since he’d walked into the store.
it wasn’t for any particular reason aside from the fact that he seemed to be feeling wholly out of place, which made you giggle a bit as he shuffled around, muttering and grumbling to himself as he awkwardly looked at different bouquet arrangements.
he definitely didn’t seem like the type to be buying flowers either; his long dark hair and overall brusque demeanor didn’t exactly give you the impression that he was someone who would go around buying flowers, (and was that him that pulled up on a literal motorcycle?! he seemed like he was around your age!!).
under normal circumstances you would have gone up to assist, but you decided to sit back and see how this boy was going to play this one out, (he was really cute, but if a cute boy like him was in a flower shop, he was undoubtedly buying flowers for his girlfriend). it was quite the entertaining spectacle to see him walking around, his eyebrows pinched together as he tried to find something that he found suitable. at one point, he even seemed to phone someone for help, though he hung up rather quickly after yelling that he definitely was not buying flowers!!
after minutes and minutes of walking around, he finally picked up two bouquets of flowers; geraniums and tansies. you had to restrain your laughter as he walked up to the register, damn near shaking to keep yourself from bursting out into giggles.
“d-did you find everything, pff--ahem! did you find everything alright today?” you had let your giggles slip through on accident, and even though you tried to cover it up with a cough, you could tell that it failed immensely from the ticked off look on the boy’s face.
“you’ve got a lot of nerve to be laughin’ at me-” he started, the deep tone of his voice taking you off guard.
“n-no! i’m not really laughing at you per se…well, kind of.” you tried to explain. “see, okay, do you know what flower language is?” the boy quirked an eyebrow at this, giving you the sort of look that says go on. “well, it gives flowers different meanings, y’know? so unless you’re trying to pick a fight, i really wouldn’t suggest using these flowers.”
“...what do they mean?”
“geraniums and tansy flowers together…you would be calling the person stupid and then be declaring war on them.” the boy’s amber eyes widened, his lips pressing together in a thin line as his brows furrowed together once more. “if you’d like, i can suggest flowers with a more…caring meaning for your girlfriend.” the boy’s eyebrows shot up at your words, making you wonder if you’d said something wrong.
“girlfriend? these’re for my mom.”
“oh! sorry, i just assumed-ah, never mind. now, let me see…” you stood up from your seat, gathering the flowers in front of you in your arms and coming out from behind the counter. after you put the flowers back, you looked around for a moment, a few ideas floating through your mind.
“hmm, why are you getting her flowers?”
“...’cause…” he mumbled a bit, making you lean in a bit.
“what was that?”
“‘c-cause! i made her cry…” despite the fact that his voice had raised a little bit, all you could sense from him was embarrassment and shame, especially from the look on his face, (he almost looked like a kicked puppy). the sight made you smile softly; it wasn’t often that you got genuine customers like this, so you were going to make it your mission to help him.
“alright, give me one moment…” your eyes flicked throughout the store, taking a few moments to weigh different options before making a decision. you ended up grabbing three bouquets; white tulips, daffodils, and some small filler greenery with bits of baby’s breath.
you walked back behind the counter, setting the bouquets down in front of you. the black-haird boy had followed you aimlessly around the store, eventually ending up back in front of the register. there was a kind of quiet curiosity in his eyes as he watched your practiced movements, (truthfully, you weren’t used to someone watching you do bouquet arrangements with such an intent stare).
“i’m doing this for you right now because i want to help you, but for future reference, you usually have to call ahead a day or two for this.” a smile played on your lips as you unwrapped the flowers in front of you, glancing up a bit to look at the boy.
it was only for a moment, but his amber gaze staring right at you caught you off guard, making your heart skip a beat. you immediately looked back down, busying your hands and trimming the leaves off of the flowers. the rest of your work was done in silence; trimming the end of the flower stems, arranging them in a way that looks pleasing, opening some of the flowers to match the rest. it was relaxing work, so much so that you almost forgot about the boy in front of you.
almost.
the whole time you were working you could feel his gaze on you, looking up a few times just to look back down immediately. you felt a little bit anxious throughout the process, hoping that he would deem your work acceptable enough for his mom, (your anxiousness was also from the fact that a very cute boy was watching you, but that was aside from the point).
you finished the final step, delicately wrapping the flowers in a thick brown paper and securing them in place with the tie of a thick ribbon.
“there, all set! what do you think?” you asked cheerily, admiring the flowers you had put together. in your mind, you thought it looked pretty good, but it wasn’t your opinion that mattered here.
“yeah…they look good.”
“yay! i’m glad you like them!” you handed the bouquet over to him, a rush of happiness flooding through you at his approving words. “i hope you’ll come again!”
“wait, how much was this?” he started to pat around his pockets for his wallet, but you shook your head.
“don’t worry about it, it’s on me! just make sure to come back if you need more flowers, though i hope it’ll be for a better reason!”
“i will…” he stared at you for a moment, a questioning look in his eyes. “hey, if you keep looking at me like that i’m going to take it back, so go apologize to your mom!” you ushered, waving bye to him.
“thanks.” if you weren’t looking closely, you probably would have missed the small smile on his face before he left.
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“isn’t that…” you squinted a bit, walking a few steps closer to get a better view. sure enough, there he was! the same black-haired amber eyed boy who you had helped last week, in another flower shop!!
“oh my god, that total traitor!!” you huffed. “i told him to come back if he needed more flowers…” you watched as he got handed a bouquet of flowers, shaking your head in disdain. when you saw him head for the exit, you immediately panicked, scrambling away from the scene and jogging the whole way back to your shop.
despite the fact that you had only seen him once, you still felt a bit of disappointment at the fact that he had gone to another flower shop, even when he’d said he would come back. maybe you scared him off?
i didn’t even say anything weird though…
your thoughts kept you quite occupied while you were preparing the shop for open, though they were a bit burdensome when you happened to prick yourself on some roses, too distracted to be paying attention to the thorns properly.
after some of the bouquet orders for the day, you flipped the sign on the door to ‘open’. you were about to go back to sulking behind the counter, but a glimpse of black hair outside caught your eye.
looking closer, you realized that it was the same boy! he was seated on his motorcycle, chatting his a blonde haired boy who you assumed was his friend.
maybe he had realized that the flowers from your shop were better!
however, your gaze narrowed when you realized that he was holding the same bouquet you had seen him with earlier, making your mood sour immediately.
was he coming here to rub it in your face or something?!
while you were busy glaring, you started to notice that his blonde haired friend was gesturing and pointing wildly towards your shop, seeming to be shouting at the black haired boy about something. while you were still a little bit sour, you began to be intrigued by what was going on, contemplating going out there to see what all the commotion was about.
the thought immediately perished as you made eye contact with the blonde, who could clearly see you staring at them through the windows of your shop. the two of you stared at each for a moment before you darted away from the glass, rushing back to behind the counter as you prayed that he didn’t actually see you, (he definitely did).
“well, whatever! i helped him out and he went to another flower shop--so what!!” you muttered to yourself, throwing your hands up. “that’s the last time i ever do a nice thing for someone!!” you grumbled, preparing the flowers for the rest of the bouquet orders you had to do.
it was a practiced routine at this point, so you were able to arrange the flowers properly without putting much thought into it, using it as busywork to take your mind off of things. you weren’t sure why you were so upset about the fact that this boy went to another flower shop, but it certainly wouldn’t help you to let it get in the way of things.
hearing the bell to the door chime, you chirped out a ‘welcome in!’ as you continued trimming and arranging flowers, being careful this time to mind the thorns so that you didn’t get pricked a second time.
“uh, hey.” the deep tone of voice immediately made you look up, feeling as if you would have snapped your neck if you looked up any faster. you shook off your nervousness, (and excitement) going back to what you were doing as you tried to look casual.
“well, you’re back. whatever you want isn’t going to be on me this time because you betrayed me.” you said cooly, a bit of a frown on your lips.
“betrayed--what? uh, anyways, i just wanted to give you these…” he cleared his throat, holding out a bouquet to you. when you finally looked up and took a good look, you noticed that the tips of his ears were red, (should you be having hope right now…? no, stop it! get a hold of yourself!). “and, uh, i got them with that flower language thing…”
“what…?” you leaned forward across the counter, inspecting the flowers in the bouquet a bit closer. “calla lilies and white camellia’s…” looking up at the boy’s embarrassed and somewhat flustered expression, you paired it with the meaning of the flowers, and…
ah…
immediately, you felt your heartbeat speed up and felt the apples of your cheeks heating up, leaning back and looking away. you fiddled with your fingers for a moment as you tried to think of something--anything, really--to say.
“i…uh…how, um, how did you come up with this…?”
“my mom said it was a good idea…” he shifted a bit, his arm still holding out the bouquet of flowers. “if you don’t want them, i can jus’ take them back-”
“no!” you grabbed the bouquet from him, smiling a bit too much, (you couldn’t help yourself though). “you’re giving them to me, so they’re mine now, right? you can’t take back a gift! and-and just hold on for a second!” you left without another moment to spare, running into the back and scrambling for a piece of paper. you picked up a nearby pen, quickly jotting down your name and number and then running back out, a big smile across your face.
“here!” the boy in front of you grabbed the slip of paper, his amber eyes examining it before he smirked a bit, showing off the sharp bits of his canines.
“(y/n), is that right?”
“yes! what’s your name?”
“baji. baji keisuke.”
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bonus:
“baji-san! how did it go!?”
“i need a yakisoba right now, chifuyu…” baji grumbled, sitting on his bike and leaning back.
“did you get rejected?!” chifuyu asked, a look of grave anticipation on his face.
“no!! she thought i betrayed her flower shop because i went to another flower shop! your idea was shit!” chifuyu’s face went pale at that, his mouth hanging wide open.
“i didn’t think about that…”
“yeah, this is the last time i take advice from whatever weird manga shit you got this from.”
“...”
“...”
“i mean, she said yes, right? a win is a win!”
“...shaddup.”
(chifuyu proceeded to pay for the yakisoba outings for the next six months.)
geraniums: folly, stupidity | tansy: hostile thoughts, declaring war | white tulips: apology, i'm sorry | daffodils: appreciation, happiness | calla lily: beauty | white camellia: you're adorable
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i. welcome to summoners rift
characters: narumi gen, gn!reader
a/n: the game i had in mind while writing this is league of legends.. boo i know. anyways i tried to keep the LoL terms down so itll be easier to understand. reader is implied to be a part of first division- part time operations leader but more involved in data collecting and medical side of things, (I’ll decide fully later)
. i need to make this pathetic loser suffer in games so bad its not even funny anymore... first of many more fics to come im afraid
The first few times to play it safe and because it’s what you’re used to, you take a generic support class— Seraphine got crowd control, enough damaging spells to trigger a DoT or do some extra last minute damage, provides shield, speed and health.
A well balanced support and pretty, Narumi cannot help but think as the Seraphine on his screen hits ctrl+3 and dances for the third time while waiting for the opposing team to make a move. You seem to know what you’re doing, you placed wards, dance when it seems idle but keeping your attention enough to cut it when you suspected an ambush few times. Plus it’s one of the most recent skins you got for the champ so he knows you know how to play the champion, despite your low score on her-
After all, not everyone has been playing this damn game for 5 to 10 years now, a newbie is no problem as long as they know how to play and show it. You leave the minions to him, heal him at critical moments the enemies thought he was dying so he can attack back and get them one by one— you’re good, and you’re especially good with him.
By the time the entire team gathers on the same lane, pushing to the opposing team’s base, you send your ult at the perfect moment, charming four enemies at once and creating the dream situation of any player.
Well, the rest of your team slowly dies because of heavy damage over time they took but it’s alright. The screen says in big letters: PENTA KILL! With his champion icon right under it, and in the game chat even the opposing team congratulates him, saying it was insane game play.
Then Narumi hears that same melody since the beginning of the game whenever you hit the dance animation and a new message in the game chat:
> victory dance for that lovely penta ( *`ω´)
Reading the message, he watches your champion dance with his eyes glued to the screen, heat rising up to his face… absolutely adorable is what it is. Standing there with his champion, he then hits ctrl+3 as well to join you on the dance, letting the minions carry on.
The game is about to end, the opposing team begs in the chat to not end, to keep playing, meanwhile his team makes some jokes referencing early minutes of the match. Then at the last second, Narumi quickly types in and hits send.
The chat box reads: ‘support diff’
Before queuing up for another game, his hand acts on impulse and invites you to the lobby.
And to his surprise, you accept!
The sound of message notifications reaches his ears short after and he quickly reads over.
>awww >seems like someone enjoyed my presence;P
Adorable and cheeky, this just might be his best in game interactions by far. without a word, he queues up another game and another, the night goes on.
messages from you in-game keep on coming, at one point he thinks to himself "what he hell is a fryslan bop" to which you just send a keyboard smash followed by a "its a song lol"
so you are a chatter, he gathers quickly. not often but when you do, you send in a lot. he soon catches up to when you're actually talking versus spamming a song's lyrics while having Seraphine dance in your stead.
until you cancel the queue start up and send a message.
>gotta go >its late >booo >we jst got started >work tmr sry T-T
with a sigh, he watches as you leave and tries playing another match, but for some reason during the entirety of the match, he has no fun.
when you log into your game accounts in the evening, relieved to have an easy day, you notice a few friend request. "kaijuslayer"
you click accept and before you can open another tab, you instantly receive a lobby invite. its unreal how quick this person is... and how much he enjoys gaming, apparently. with no plans for the night and no desire to do anything else, you accept the invite.
Narumi is over the clouds to see not only has his request being accepted but also his invite too. gaming is more fun when you are winning, and thus playing with people who know what they're doing. you pick the same champion again and accomodate to his various picks, supporting him however he needs. it's perfect, it's distracting. while the two of you wait for the client to find another match, you begin to talk. since it's a friday, he tries his shot and asks if you'll stay for longer this time.
>nah >my v much serious v grownup job has saturdays too >and awfully early waking hours >sucks to b u> v serious v grownup huh >yea? >im starting to suspect u might b a child >OLIFSDJFIGOJSDOLŞGJSDFOLŞG >the calls coming from inside the house
before Narumi can send a reply, the 'match found' screen pops up and the two of you leave it there.
the match starts off smooth. he's farming a good amount, the two of you reached level 6 before the others, and as the opposing lane tries an ambush, you hit them with your ult, charming them in the process. as narumi begins to unleash his combo, your slowing down waves slither there gently, quitely. then follows your shield and speed buff, and right before his very eyes, your now-powered-up-double skill hits the enemies and the screen reads: "TRIPLE KILL" with your icon next to it.
as much of an ideal support as Seraphine is, Narumi remembers the fact all too painfully that Seraphine was first released as a midlaner... a very much capable AP damage unit if built that way. a part of wants to see, and a part of him is afraid of what he might see if he goes to check which items you have purchased- or if it was a brilliant calculation by itself.
as Narumi stares at the screen, Seraphine dances again, sometimes ending the animation to go around him. seeing him frozen for far too long, you ping him few times. as if his misery, and his kills stolen wasnt bad enough already, your team's jungle has the audacity to send a message to in-game chat. 'supp diff'’
complimenting his support? his duo? Narumi begins to see red.
as you begin to teleport back to the base, you send an emote of one of the characters, tongue poking out, winking and doing a peace sign.
and on his side of things, narumi gen cannot find it in him to stay mad at the turn of events- because just look how endearing and cute you are! it's alright if you took a kill or two by accident, you're still his support, his duo after all!
despite the... technical errors, the game ends in another victory and with you doing a victory dance again, now pinging him if he's staying idle until he joins you as well. his heart cannot take it. it's too much... and as if you are dead set on being the final blow, you send cute emotes, and whenever he sends one back, you reply with another, it goes and goes until the matches end.
a flood of message notification sounds brings him back to earth again.
>heeeey >r u gonna start the queue some time this year? >oh btw pick a color
puzzled at the last message, he says a color, not expecting much out of it. until he sees you have picked another skin with the chroma he said. candy and teeth- you are so adorable and charming, so bad for his poor health. waiting in your lane, you begin the dancing animation again and narumi grins at the screen, watching you dance.
oh no, this is bad. this is pathetic even for him now... he cannot be possibly finding some gamer maybe across the country, someone he never saw nor even heard the voice of charming...
maybe that annoying part time operations leader was right about his... pent up frustration... if he's this down for a game model supposedly representing a person, maybe you had a point when you implied he goes to seek some action and revive himself of whatever's been building up down there.
there is no way he can let anyone learn about this- worst of all, you. with your stoic face and condescending eyes, you'd never let him live that down.
Him! Narumi Gen! the first division captain and the strongest anti-kaiju combatant! he'd rather die than give you the satisfaction of knowing he's so desperate to get some sort of friction he's starting to mix an online person with the character they're playing.
aggressive pings snap him out of his running thoughts and he realizes he's a little behind game-play wise.
now, looking over at the match stats, it doesn't seem all to unsalvageable. he better get to it, there's a match to win and a lovely duo to impress.
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Over The Phone
Dad Bod!Professor!Miguel x Fem!Reader
TW/CW: Just... NSFW. So much NSFW. Phone sex, masturbating, sexy selfies, sexting, all that shit.
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
A/N: God this took forever to churn out but I finally got motivation to finish it!!
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Divider by @/across-the-art-verse
Miguel art @ meeee
The day had dragged on for what felt like far longer than usual for him; the usual students who showed up late, tried to sneak out, slept through the lecture or just ignored whatever he said.
The students who listened and actively engaged with the lesson were few and far between, and the almost silent lull between classes felt felt almost too short. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered, especially with the growing list of students who were disinterested in his class, or those that only signed up for extra credit and didn't want to do the work...
But, getting cards and thank-you post-its from students who felt like they wouldn't have been able to graduate without him kept him on in this tedium. He loved to hear from his former students about how their new careers were going--careers they credit hi to helping them achieve.
It never failed to make his heart all warm and fuzzy when he thought about them.
Miguel ran his hand across his beard, and a thought came to him about maybe shaving it off. He had grown it out; rather rugged if he had to admit it. But, he quickly shook that thought away--you loved his beard. Oftentimes he would wake up from a nap, you snuggled perfectly against his solid frame, your nails dragging through the short hairs with a content smile on your face.
Oh, he couldn't say no to you, his pretty little wife, could he?
Speaking of which... it was your day off. He couldn't help but wonder what you were--
When his phone pinged, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and unlocks the screen to see a text from you;
Hiii baby, how's work going?
He chuckled and replied, Same as usual. Only two students slept through class this lime
*time
Your reply was swift.
Awww I'm sry :(
If it makes you feel any better, if I were in your class... wait. I wouldn't get any work done either. I'd just be lookin at you :p
He laughed, his belly shaking a little bit as he grinned at his screen, his massive fingers fumbling the small keys once again on the too-small phone screen.
Yes, you would mafe a very door student, wouldn't you, amor?
*made *poor
Miguel rolled his eyes. He was tempted to try and see if they didn't make phones built for someone with his giant hands in mind... Damn this tiny screen!
Awww my Miggy gettin all frustrated?
Yes.
For what felt like too long, his message was left on "read". He quirked a bushy brow, scratching at his beard curiously at what was keeping you.
And then, his phone pinged again.
Here, maybe this'll keep you entertained ;)
*Image attached. Click to view.*
He hummed in curiosity. Maybe it was one of those silly little doodles you liked to send to him? One of your memes, maybe? Though, it didn't make sense why the image was blurred, when--
His heart lurched up into his throat and he instantly slammed his phone against his desk, screen down; looking around pointlessly as if he were worried someone was standing over his shoulder when the image finally cleared.
Cursing himself for acting like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, Miguel slowly lifted his phone to his face and looked at the picture you'd sent him.
You were nude, laying belly-down in your bed, the blankets askew around you. Your feet crossed one over the other as you smiled at the lens--you must have moved the full body mirror from the living room to your bedroom to achieve this shot--and your back was arched slightly to show off your bare ass.
He felt his cock twitch to life as he examined every pixel on the screen; wishing so badly he were home right now, to touch that soft expanse of flesh he loved so much. To cup your ass in his palms, feeling the warmth of your skin in his palms as his fingers massaged and groped the skin.
He could feel your hands slide up the soft pouch of his belly, scraping your nails delectably through the short, curly dark hairs that ran up his abdomen and covered his chest. He could feel your teeth scrape and tug his nipple before kissing your way back down...
Dios, mi amor. You're lucky I am not in the middle of a meeting! He hastily typed, pretending he wasn't practically salivating over that selfie.
Aw, didn't you like what I sent? :'(
I didn't say--
But before he could finish typing and send the text, he got another attached image from you.
He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat and his thumb hovered over the image hesitantly. He looked towards the clock above the door to his classroom. He had half an hour left...
When the image unblurred, he felt his heart damn near stop.
You were perched on the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide; one hand was holding your phone while the others spread you slick folds with nimble fingers and a cheeky expression on your face.
How bout this one?
Miguel groaned, loudly. He actually slipped a hand over his plush lips, cringing at how damn near pathetic that sounded.
He immediately clicked your contact information and hit "call".
The phone rang a painfully long, droning tone until your bubbly voice giggled on the other end of the line, "Heyyyy Miggy~"
"You are going to kill me, baby." He hissed into his phone, pressing the heel of his palm into his throbbing erection, "I'm in the middle of a school day! The students are at lunch!"
"Ohhh, did I get you all hard and excited for me?" You sigh dreamily into the phone, your voice dropping into a more sultry tone.
"Naughty boy, popping a stiffy in the middle of class."
He grunted, his head dropping back against his chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he tugged the ends of his button-up out from his rapidly-tightening jeans, "And whose fault is that?"
You gasp theatrically, "Mine? Oh, baby, I was just trying to provide you moral support, I swear!"
"Of course," Miguel huffed, eyeing the doorknob, waiting to see if he was unlucky enough that somebody were to walk in right as he pulled his cock free from his jeans, running his fingers over the swollen tip, smearing his precum around it.
He could hear in your voice, the way you were biting your lip in excitement as you spoke. "Baby, are you touching yourself?"
"You tell me, first." He replied, his voice strained as he gave himself a few tentative strokes; trying to gauge if the risk was worth it.
"Oh? Want me to tell you that I'm playing with my pussy?" You croon. "That I'm imagining you, and me, in bed..."
His teeth snagged his plush bottom lip briefly as he sped his hand up to your words, then slowed back down again. The friction wasn't right; too dry. So, he sucked on his tongue until he had a nice glob of saliva; bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet it before slicking his throbbing length up.
"Go on." He grumbled into the line.
"...ooooh." You giggled, your voice a little breathless. He could see you now, laying back on the bed, your fingers plunging in and out of you, pulling out to stroke your puffy clit; your pussy drooling into the blankets beneath you.
"Mmmm~ I'm also imagining you on top of me, my legs on your shoulders..."
He felt the oxygen squeeze from his lungs as he upped his pace, the vein in his cock throbbing and thumping in time with his rapid heart rate.
"Yeah, bebita?"
"Yeah." You huff, a small moan coming from you; "'m imagining you pinnin' me down, fucking a baby into me."
"Dios." Miguel groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet his fist. "You want a baby, hermosa? Want me to make you a mami?"
"Mhmm... want you to fill me aaaallllll the way up." You whined, your panting hot, even through the phone.
Miguel dared a glance up at the clock. Still had some time... He needed to do it quickly; needed to milk his cock so he wouldn't appear "improper" with a massive erection straining his pants.
As if enough of his female students (and even some of the male ones) didn't have enough difficulty paying attention in class...
He'd be lying if he hadn't gotten a few love confessions from students, present and former. He'd always politely turn them down, and then, if they were currently his pupils, politely and quietly have them sent to another class to avoid any improper behavior in the future.
It was as if none of them ever paid any mind to the gold band firmly secured to his ring finger--the matching mate to the one you wore on your own softer, delicate hand signifying your matrimonial bonds. Or... maybe they had and assumed they could tempt him from you.
Well, those assumptions were always wrong. The only person he could imagine bouncing on his cock, sucking it, milking it, stroking it--was you. You and only you.
Sometimes thinking of you when he was alone was the only ways he could get off, before you started dating. Even finding porn of a woman who looked like you wasn't enough. It had to be you.
And after the first time he felt your pretty pink pussy swallow his cock whole? Oh, he was addicted. Addicted and whipped, a few of his colleagues would say...
The professor and the school nurse; a bit of a cliche; but it was a nice one. The two of you had even played with a slutty nurse outfit or two.
You not always being the nurse...
"Fuck, Miggs, 'm so close." You whine loudly. He could see in his mind's eye how fast your fingers would be working your clit, maybe even giving in and plunging one of your silicone toys in and out of your tight hole for him.
In fact, he could imagine it so closely he could hear it.
"Shit, baby..." He hissed, his hand working his length furiously, now, almost in a race with you to see who would cum first. "You on speaker??"
"Mhmm~" You whine, your air leaving your body in wet-hot pants, the sound of your slick pussy being fucked--by your hand or your toy, he couldn't place--but the sound of it had his balls tightening up already.
"Gonna cum for me, mi amor?" Miguel huffed and puffed, more thick precum dribbling down from his tip. He smeared it over himself, using the fluid as lube to help hasten his impending orgasm.
"Yeah, baby~"
He snarled, the sound of stroking skin lewd and loud; your moans the best pornography his ears could ever be graced with.
"Cum for me, honey." Miguel whined, his glasses slipping further down his nose as he released his cock long enough to yank his shirt up over the soft, rounded edge of his tummy.
Immediately after, his hand returned once more around the thick pulsing shaft of him; stroking, tugging, milking himself like he knew your sweet cunt would. Your tight, wet, needy pussy that was dying for a drop of his cum.
As you wantonly moaned; he could imagine you splayed out in bed, legs wide and mouth open as you shout your orgasm out for him to hear, drowning out the outside world... and as his eyes would drift down, he could imagine your belly, cute and round; a baby kicking out at his hand as he caressed the stretched-out skin.
The image of you carrying his baby sent his mind into a blazing fire, the tightening in his balls and swelling of his cock too much to bear. Miguel arched his back, the wheels of his chair squeaking faintly across the floor as he curled his toes in his polished shoes, hot, thick ropes of cum shooting out to coat his belly, fingers, and even the underside of his desk; your name leaving his lips in a flurry of obscene prayers.
His mind was fuzzy as he slowly came down from his high, the sound of your giggle snapping him back to reality:
"See you when you get home, Miggy~"
The phone hangs up, and Miguel is left with his pearly white mess coating his belly, making his skin and hair sticky. At least he didn't get any on his shirt. This time.
The bell rang, suddenly, shaking him to full lucidity from his post-coital haze, his hairs standing on end and making him jolt up straight.
He hastily grabbed a few tissues from his desk drawer and began cleaning up, shoving a few stray stands of his graying hair back into place as he began to hear the chatter and footfall of students in the halls.
Oh, you would pay for this when you got home, all right.
#Db!Miguel O'hara#Dad bod!Miguel O'hara#Db!Professor!Miguel O'hara#Dad bod!Professor!Miguel O'hara#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara smut#Db!Miguel O'hara x Reader#Db!Miguel O'hara x you#Professor!Miguel O'hara x you#Professor!Miguel O'hara x reader#atsv x reader#teacher au
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Hyunjin x M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 10
Ch. 10 - Cutie | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter |
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Written: Yes
Smau: Yes
Word Count: 0.8k
A/N: sry i fell off the face of the earth 😭 I got a writers block then got super busy and stressed with classes. Updates probably won’t be daily, I’ll update whenever the chapters are done <3 sorry to make you wait so long, and tysm for ur support !
P.S. let me know your thoughts on the story so far! i’m a bit insecure on some chapters and want ur guys honest opinion!
Warnings: Uhm swearing? Typos, not proofread. lemme know if i missed anything
The night went on with all 9 of you guys joking around and having fun. For once, you felt as if you fit in, like you belonged somewhere. The night was nearing an end, most stores were closed as it was rather pretty late.
Everyone had decided to window shop. At one point, without even realizing it, you had wandered off. Although it was late, there were still a few other people out and about.
You weren't paying attention, and the next thing you knew you had bumped into someone. You turned towards him as you apologized profusely. He was taller, had darker hair, and was dressed in a hoodie with a jean jacket over it. "I'm so sorry, I should've looked where I was going." You internally panicked as you bent down to pick up his bag, which you had previously accidentally knocked out of his hand. "It's alright sweetheart, don't worry."
You froze. "Sweetheart?" Your mind wandered around that thought as you unknowingly. Your eyes were lost on his gorgeous face as you unknowingly kept a tight grip on the bag. The guy's sentence snapped you out of your trance.
"You okay?" Immediately, you let go of it. "Oh, sorry." A nervous smile fell on your face as you quickly handed it to him and brought a hand to your now warm forehead. The guy chuckled at you as he complimented, "You're cute."
His compliments keep catching you off guard, before you even had a minute to register anything he said, he spoke up again. "You're not busy are you?" You shook your head at his question, wondering how you even got to this point.
For a moment, you completely forgot about everyone else.
This guy was intoxicating. "I've seen you've been wandering around with some other guys, mind if I tag along?" It was at this moment your body decided before your heart did. "Sure, that's fine." Throwing him a smile as he held out his hand for you to shake as he introduced himself. "I'm Mingyu."
"Mingyu.. that sounded familiar." You had sworn you'd heard that name somewhere. Pondering as you connected his hand with yours, shaking slowly. "Y/N." Unable to form a full sentence as you left him with just your name. "Y/N there you are." A voice behind you caught you off guard as you saw that Bang Chan was running in your direction. He seemed a bit worried. "You can't run off like that this late." Chan took a peek at who you were talking to. "Oh hey! Haven't seen you in a while. What are you doing in Japan?" The leader abandoned your guy's conversation and went over to talk to Mingyu. "Ah just touring, we have some free time so." The way he spoke captured you, and you felt like you couldn't take your eyes off of him. "You don't mind if I tag along with you guys do you?" By this time, the other members had caught up with you three and now listened in on their conversation.
"Ah, I think we're about to head back, it's decently late.
Sorry about that."
"Ah no worries, as long as I can get this one's number." His hand laid a gentle tap on your arm. In the few minutes you had been around him, you could tell Mingyu was a very flirty person. This left you sort of embarrassed, but it also left butterflies swirling around your stomach. God, you know that these boys would tease you about this later.
And damn were you right.
After you all filed onto the bus once again, they started messing with you. "Awh how cute, someone has themself a boyfriend." Hyunjin who was next to you nudged our shoulder. "Stop." You pushed him off of you. "I don't have anything."
"Mhmmm sure. That's why your eyes were glued to his face during his whole conversation with Chan."
"I was just trying to figure out who he was. That's all." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in your seat. “Pfft yeah right, everyone knows who Mingyu is. Not a very good excuse.” Lee Know stated again. “Only his name sounds familiar, i can’t think of anything else.” You let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes. Letting your body flop back in the seat as you crossed your arms. “Damn, so you really don’t know?” Felix’s voice sounded and your head shot in his direction, a questioning look on your face as you shook your head. “So you don’t listen to Seventeen?”
Your eyes widened as the group’s name was said. “You’re kidding, Seventeen?!” You sat back up as you heard Hyunjin laugh from next to you. “So I just embarrassed myself in front of the Mingyu from Seventeen?!” You dug your face in your hands, slouching back down. “I don’t think you embarrassed yourself, all you did was make googoo eyes at him for ten minutes.” Hyunjin teased as he neared your face. Feeling annoyed already, you pushed him away. “You’re so irritating!” He only laughed at your reaction as you rolled your eyes. The rest of the bus ride was pretty much just the others teasing you. Although you didn’t particularly enjoy it, you definitely enjoyed the time you spent with them. Finally, you had found your place.
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SECRET OF US - VII
packing it up
i'll hold you, i'll know you
i'll never leave out the back door
masterlist // previous chapter // next chapter
summary: avoiding and lying and delusions were too easy when it came to your complicated feelings regarding coriolanus snow
parings: modern!coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: MDNI! swearing, drinking, oral sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, idk probs like a breeding kink, feelings mentioned (lmaooo fuk an emotion)
notes: this chapter is pure smut i think i blacked out and just wrote them fucking ever 5 min sry not sry a good way to start the new year
You dream of him. You dream of him leaning against the wall flirting with Livia in front of your face. You feel yourself shouting at him, telling him off but no sound comes out. Instead you slowly turn and a fire has started behind you blazing higher and higher until you feel two large hands shove you forward into it.
You fly upward scrambling out of his bed. You find your tattered green clothing, blood still splattered along it, you at least slip on the tights over his long t-shirt as you sneak out of his room. He's lying on the couch, sleeping, unaware of you even being there.
You slip out without a sound.
You awake to his empty bed and for a moment you heart pangs with abandon as you sit up staring around his room now littered with sunlight peeking through curtains. That night seemed so long ago; two different people and yet the total same. You climb out of his bed physically naked once more and emotionally bare scooping up a stray t-shirt and slipping it on your body. It smells like him, musky and worn with the faint scent of the roses he gave you last night. You pad over to his desk fingers trailing the picture of Sejanus and him regret deep in your soul from the loss of his. You knew Sejanus, he had went to school with you for all your life, but he had been background noise to a stupid feud, to a suffocating ambition.
And now he was dead and a gaping wound sat within his heart.
You leave before you can think more on it, on where Coriolanus had gone as your guard slowly builds back up within you. It didn't matter how nice last night was, how soft his eyes took you in, how good he felt inside you. You pull your dress on once more unable to find carelessly thrown underwear and gather your heels as you tiptoe out of his room. Your keys are sitting neatly on the counter next to your phone and purse, but as you go to grab it all your phone knocks into you hand causing your keys to drop to the floor in a loud clatter.
You wince as you bend to pick them up.
"Sneaking off so soon." You whirl on him, hair dripping, towel around his waist leaning against his wall like some greek deity you worshipped pathetically.
You want to say you weren't but the evidence was damning; half dressed in last nights clothes, things hoarded close to your chest to sneak out. You steel yourself, arm yourself once more, "It was fun Snow, but you're lucky I even waited for the sun."
He nodded taking slow steps towards you, "Is that so? Didn't want to stay for breakfast...coffee...another round making you cry out for me."
You feel your cheeks heating at the memory of every delicious stroke of his tongue, every curve and groove of his cock sliding inside of you. He sees it too and smirks, "I have better things to do." A horrible lie.
"Hmm." His knuckle drags along the deep pink of your face. "I think you're lying."
You glare, "You wouldn't know the difference."
He leans closer, your eyes taking in his lips before meeting his dark ones, "Oh yes I do." You let him move you, let him hoist you onto his counter and slide between your legs. "My naughty little liar." He whispers hand sliding between you to find you still naked under layers of his and your clothes, to find you soaking wet yearning for all the ways he could make you cry out for him.
Not even the marble can cool your burning skin, burning insides. You liked the way he touched you, called you his and you forget you're not supposed to feel that way. His mouth trails down your neck as you push yourself into him needing him to drown out every reason this would never be a good idea.
Your teeth tug at his ear, hands running through his white blonde hair as his hands trail up to knead your breast. "Maybe I'll just eat you hmm?" He pushes you down before you can gasp a breath his ceiling the only thing you can see as he dips down to press his mouth to your cunt.
He rolls your nipple as his tongue glides over your clit making your back arch against a rough counter. The pleasure overrides every uncomfortable twist and turn pressing into your body as he draws circles into your clit delicately, like he had all the time in the world to make you come undone, like he enjoyed making you squirm for him. "Cor-Coryo," You whine tilting your hips.
You feel his smile deep between your legs, two fingers pushing inside of you and its not enough. You need to be full of him.
"Just fuck me already." You growl as his tongue flicks against you.
He laughs and you yank him up by his hair. He chin glistened with your arousal as he continues to laugh at you. "You're awfully needy for someone with better things to do."
"I am." His fingers curl up inside of you. "I am." You moan pathetically that time; you were a liar of course you were. You wanted to stay rooted to his bed this morning delighting in all the pleasures the pair of you could find.
"Ask me nicely then kitten." He nips at your inner thigh. "Beg for it."
You groan, his mouth once more against you cunt, his fingers pushing up against a sweet spot inside of you. You didn't want to ask, didn't want to beg, or be nice. He wraps his mouth around your clit and you think you'd do anything he asked as the pleas fall out like air. "Gods please Coriolanus." You whine as you claw at his neck legs shaking beneath him. "Please fuck me, please...please...plea-!" You orgasm before you can plead anymore, before you can think anything. He's still lapping you up as it washes down your body making your toes tingle with every brush of his thumb across peaked nipples.
He finally shifts, pulling his hand out to stand over you. "Now was that so hard?" He smirked down you. You're hand comes up to slap him, but he catches it. "After all I've done for you." He kisses your erratic pulse. "So cruel to me kitten." You glare up at him, his eyes darken. "When will you learn? I love it when you glare at me."
He slams into you the next breath and the anger dissipates like smoke on a mirror, so you wrap you legs around him pulling him in deep your body full of him. You drag his face down to yours kissing him hard, kissing him deep, teeth and tongue mashing together as his body rocks against yours. Arachne had been right; that hatred must have been pent up sexual tension, it hard to be. No other reason could explain this wicked energy crackling between your sweating bodies, this hunger for him.
You bite down on his lip and tug as he spreads you open wider peering down to where his cock disappeared inside of you. "You take me so well." You don't focus on that, on the truth. You just sink your teeth into his collarbones, nails scraping down his back as he pounds into you.
You're screaming for him, moaning out his name and too many swear words as he thrust deep, spilling into of you with one long stroke.
Then it's simply the sound of two people breathing, trying to force their bodies to relax. He pressed his forehead down, skin slicked with sweat, the room thick with the scent of sex. "You okay?" You realized you could get used to it all
"Yeah." You croak out.
He peers down at you, brushing stray hair out of your face your skin prickling with a strange feeling you feel the need to run from. It crawls up your spine with a unwanted chill as you had to fight against every soft urge appearing in your black heart. Maybe he feels it too as he pulls out of you suddenly, helping you sit up. "Still want to leave?"
You slide off the counter knees wobbling with the sudden use and all too soon he's catching you, holding you as the blood rushes down to your toes. "Coriolanus." His name comes out like a quiet prayer only you knew how to say.
His hand is cupping your cheek as he stares down you. It seizes your heart, his eyes flickering between your eyes as he suddenly leans down and kisses you, really kisses you. A kiss you wish never happened, but wished never ended. It was full of unsaid feeling and niceties and emotions you weren't sure you could ever process.
You didn't want to leave.
You knew it was wrong, to let him turn you into something you shouldn't be, something he was never allowed to see, someone you had never had the chance to meet. You were going to get burned, he was going to turn you into snowy ash.
Of course he was, you were already ablaze for him, burned through with a heat only he knew how to fan.
"Stay." He whispers palm to cheek, nose to nose. "Let me at least get you coffee."
You swallow the bite, the sharp fangs slipping back into gums. "Fine." You'd leave soon, you'd leave and put normalcy back in its place. You squeeze your eyes, "Please put clothes on."
He chuckles, "Do I distract you kitten?"
"No you're hideous." You roll your eyes pushing away from him.
"You're not a good liar baby girl!" He calls to you over his shoulder as he wanders back to his room. It has you chewing on the tip of your fingers, twisting your insides in all the ways it shouldn't.
You spend the next week in a suspended moment of bliss with him, a bubble of your own making. You don't leave, but neither does he. It felt too natural, this pattern you both had settled into as normal life attempted to resume.
You would spend the night together, tangled beneath sheets panting and needy until you both were spent. You always figured he'd leave after, or maybe you would make up an excuse to flee, but you would curl into him...and talk. Talk in a way you never had, that only the four dark walls of either of your rooms knew. It felt like peeling back skin and exposing ribs to each other to see a beating heart beneath steel at first, and then it felt easy. To talk to him, to listen, to be.
"Tell me something real." He would say pushing sweaty hair off of your forehead.
You rolled your eyes but racked your brain anyways. "I hate the dark." You whispered eyes locking on the city lights speckled into his curtains. "Not like a phobia, I can handle it, but I just don't like to."
He chuckles, but not rudely. "Why?"
You shrugged. "Always have." Especially when your father would lock you away in your room after some minor insubordination. "Your turn."
"I cheated during some exams." He smirks. "I sat above you and copied all your answers."
You shoved him. "I knew it!" You were climbing on top of him laughing.
There was so much laughter between every gritty moment, a laughter that came too often and too quick as he walked with you to every shared class with coffees always awaiting you within his hands. You hated the flips in your chest when you see him waiting for you outside your classes, letting him tuck you under his arm as you walked to rehearsals. You tried not to let on to anyone what went on behind closed doors, but Flickerman seemed to be too pleased by your chemistry.
It was sweet and innocent and new and you waited on baited breath for the wildfire to take it all away from you. You knew it was coming, could smell the smoke from the impending explosion. You hated that you were sad, afraid, trying to ward away the fumes.
He shows up one night with sushi and the book you both had decided to reread recently in his hands. You take the tray from him allowing him to step inside and take his coat off. "Is it snowing bad?" You eye the flakes throughout his hair.
"Not horrible." He kisses your cheek, something you're never used to. "How far did you get?"
"Since last night?" You chuckle setting the tray of sushi out. "Not far Snow."
"Was I distracting you kitten?" He smirks sliding into one of your island chairs.
You glare, "You're always distracting me."
He grabs a roll. "My bad sorry I will abstain from any touching." You watch him closely, chewing on the side in your knuckle while he swallows the sushi down that smug little smile on his face.
Then you pounce on him half jumping, half crawling over the island to knock him backwards onto the floor below kissing him roughly. His hands grab onto your waist, fingers digging into skin and you bite down on his bottom lip.
"You're distracting me." He mocks nipping at your jaw.
"I don't care." You kiss him harder shoving your tongue down his stupid throat relishing in the taste of him. He's clawing at your clothes while you battle his, finally breaking him free of his pants and belt to shove your hand down to find his hard cock.
After kicking off the remainder of your clothes, you sink down onto him without any warning savoring the sweet hiss of his breath between teeth. Your face is pressed into his chest letting him fill you completely until he's fully seated inside you. You don't move, you can't already missing him inside you for that quick second you begin to move.
"Come on then kitten," He smirks up at you. "Take what you want."
And gods you do.
You roll your hips, gliding along his cock, letting it hit every sweet deep part of you as your head falls backwards riding him until your panting out his name into your quiet apartment. You feel his hands burning into your thighs, coming up to knead into your breast, soft curses slipping out between parted lips as his hips try to meet yours ramming himself deeper.
You slam your foot down against the floor to rock against him fast, feeling you stomach tightening already as his fingers slither between bodies to circle your clit. You bite down on your lips, clawing at his chest as you chase your orgasm, as you fuck him. Hair cascades around you as you glance down at glassy blue eyes darkened for you, because of you. You never wanted to be rid of the image, of the way he looked at you. Suddenly too many images flash through your mind, too many memories of every moment you ever shared with him.
You scream his name as you orgasm against him hearing him release a soft grunt as your momentum slows. "That's it." He's still using his thumb to press into your clit, drawing out the orgasm. "That's my girl."
A sob claws its way out of you throat that you cover up with a whine shoving his hand away. Too much in all the right way, ways your heart seems to not be able to handle. You're on your back the next second as he lifts you leg upward and out to fuck you deeply. You can't stop staring at him, at the blond curl sticking to his forehead, at his face screwed up in concentration as he glances to where your bodies are connect, where his cock slides into you so easily.
You run soft nails down his arms, "Coriolanus." You whisper. "Kiss me."
His brows furrow, emotions passing over blue eyes that seemed too close to yours to understand before he leans down and connects your lips. It's breathless and needing and you tangle you hands through his hair as he pounds into you.
"Say it again." He growls out. You don't even get a chance to ask, "Say it."
"Coriolanus kiss me." He is, he won't stop kissing you. "Kiss me please Coriolanus." His thrust turned rabid, faster and harder and sporadic as he consumed you as you muttered the sentence over and over and over again.
He groans into your mouth as he spills inside of you, bodies slick with too much sweat his mouth still pressed to yours. It's hard to pull apart, to untangle yourself from him, you don't want to and you're starting to harbor resentment for that feeling. But in the moment it could stay.
"There." He muttered into your neck. "No more distractions."
"Now I need to shower." You chuckle up at him as he pushes hair off your face.
He feigns annoyance, "Ugh more distractions because now I must join you." You shove him off forcing him to pull out you before you made him stay inside any longer. "I am hungry though so it must wait."
After sushi and a forgone shower, you find yourself naked, tangled up in his arms under throw blankets sprawled over your floor. There's a movie on the TV, some romantic period piece you forced him into enjoying as you both drink from wine glass.
"I get it now." He says toying with the tips of your fingers as you take a sip. "All the yearning."
"Bring back men who yearn." You feel his back rumble with a laugh, you peer backwards up at him. "Do you yearn for me Coriolanus Snow?"
He trails a thumb down your mouth, "I burn for you kitten."
Your cheeks tingle with heat from a blush. "Tell me something real."
"Hmm, so many games with you." He swipes his fingers across your lips once more. "I've always liked the way you say my name."
You raise a brow, "Always?"
He nodded, "The way your voice goes up an octave near the end." His hand trails down your body, "I love when you scold me with my last name, and my favorite is right before you cum, when you whimper out Cor-Corio!" He slaps your ass, "Your turn."
"I hate you."
He tsk at you kissing your fingers. "Something real kitten."
You pout, "That was real, I do hate you."
"No you don't." He scoffed, "You don't kiss people you hate like that."
You settled back into him because he was right and you were being stubborn. "Fine. I had a sex dream about you at the start of the school year."
He laughed loudly, "Explains so much."
"Just watch the movie." You whacked him, let his arms tighten around you and enjoyed more of him than you should have.
You watch him over your toast and coffee as he scrolls through social media. You have to tell him, you need to. You didn't like lying...okay well maybe that was a lie as well because you were lying a lot lately. To him, your parents, friends, yourself.
Your palms were sweaty as you forced yourself to tell him. "I have to go to dinner with Clem and Arch tonight." He raised an eyebrow, "I have to tell them...something."
He set his phone down to fully take you in, "Something?"
"I've been avoiding them." You picked at the run of your cup, you've been avoiding untangling this web of feelings too. "Not because of you, well maybe because of you but I'm not ashamed or anything or-!"
"You suck at this." He chuckled. "Unfortunately they know both of us and probably have loads of opinion. I get it."
You sighed with relief, "Thanks for understanding." Your hands stilled, "What should I tell them?"
He crosses his arms, "What do you want to tell them?"
"I don't know." You run your hands down your face, "That-that I wanted to wring your neck for years but now we're fucking."
"Do you still want to wring my neck?"
You glare, "Sometimes."
Tell me. Tell me what to say. Tell me what we are.
He shrugged, "Just tell them we've been hooking up." He took a bite of toast as you rubbed you hands down your legs feeling your heart sink slightly.
"Right." You daze off towards the back wall sipping on your coffee not sure how you felt about it all. Did you want it to be something more? Or was keeping emotions out of this best for everyone involved? Why did it feel like they already were, and why did that suddenly awake a dormant rival in you, to make him feel the same emotional confusion as you. "I need to shower." You wrap your arms around him, "Wanna come?"
It's calm at the start. You undress quietly together, warm the water up before climbing in. He follows behind you soon after. You turn to face him water running down both of your bodies, steam bouncing of of his shoulders. You trace his collarbones, "Tell me something real."
Your eyes flicker up to his, "Showering together in reality is not fun, someones always cold."
His fingers toy with your hip, "Then come closer." You do, body pressed to his the hardness of his cock growing against your thigh. He dips his head ,mouth dragging down your throat, canines nipping at your carotid.
"Your turn." You shiver, not from the cold, not at all.
"I want you to go to that dinner with marks, my marks." He sucks harshly on the skin and you expose your neck more for him. "I want you to have my cum running down your leg." His tongue laps against you and you whine for him. "I want everyone to know that your mine." You wanted to find reason in that, remind him there wasn't space for that within the realm of 'just hooking up' but your brain empties of logic.
His mouth is on yours the next second gripping your hair like a vice to smash your mouth to his. He could never seem to get enough of you and you enjoyed the way he devoured every inch, you wanted to feast on him just as much. You go to your knees in front of him water cascading around his back, blocking it from hitting you. You felt the gentle spray of it as you looked up at him, hooded dark eyes as a thumb trailed over your lips. Your tongue runs over the head of his cock, the underside of his shaft watching the small flutter of his eyelashes. "Do you like seeing me like this Snow?" Your nails dragged down his thighs, "On my knees for you."
You take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. "Fuck." He hissed. "You have no idea." You sucked in your cheeks taking him further along your tongue, your hand doing what your mouth couldn't. "How many times you would run that wicked mouth...wanted to shove my..." The tip of him hits the back of your throat and then you're pulling back to bob your head along his cock as precum slips down your throat. He gripped the side of your head moving his hips at the same pace your mouth moved as you slid your hand along his shaft. You pull off, still using your hand and running your tongue along the head of him blinking up with innocent eyes. "Fuck...I'm gunna..." You knew he was getting close by the tense muscles of his thighs pulsating under your fingertips. You smirk, teeth grazing his cock, "You little brat," His hands go under your arms and he's yanking you upward, turning your back to him and bending you forward. "I'm cumming inside you kitten, that was a promise."
He slams into you. Your hand darts out to catch yourself the same time his hand twist into wet hair arching your back for him, taking him deeper until you're full to the brim. You moan for him, gods, he feels too good, like every curve, every angle had been made to fit perfectly inside of you. He hit every spot, he made you feel so good you think it took you to ethereal planes far away from reality. "Messy." Is all you pant out. You wanted his cum, truly, the warmth, the possessiveness of it, it curbed whatever loneliness you had once he pulled out. But you were going to be wearing a skirt and you didn't want it leaking out under the dinner table.
His hand comes down onto your ass, a strange yelp leaving your throat. "I don't fucking care." He hoist your left leg up onto the side of the tub shoving himself even deeper, abusing your cervix with every rabid thrust. "I want them to know..." Your stomach tightened, ears thrumming out under water, your eyes squeeze shut till all you can hear is. "Mine...mine."
You bite down on your arm to stifle the scream as you orgasm, as your pussy clenches around him so tight, as the world explodes behind your eyes. It feels too good when hot ropes of cum coat every inch of your insides a few seconds later. Your right leg is shaking and your nails gasp for purchase on the shower curtain.
He's guiding your leg down gently, slowly helping you stand up straight. He pushes your hair to the side a feather light kiss pressed against your shoulder, your neck. You lean back into him, "This was a bad idea." He stiffens so suddenly. "I'm gunna be late now I should have never invited you in here."
"Oh," He chuckles softly the relief immediately felt behind you. His arms encase you mouth still dragging lazy kisses up the column of your neck.
This didn't feel casual, and it was starting to scare the shit out of you. You turn to face him, hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping off his lashes, blue eyes bright, clear. "Do you still want to wring my neck?"
"Sometimes." He smirks the answer the same as yours. His thumb drags along your puffy lips, "But there are much better ways to shut you up."
You snort pushing away from him to finally wash your hair.
With the pink glow still in you cheeks, and the warmth of cum between your thighs, you rush in to the dim restaurant finding your friends around a quaint booth sipping on their drinks. "Sorry I'm late."
"Sorry we started without you." Arachne cooed pawing at the small charcuterie board.
"My fault."
Clemensia eyed you, "Why are you late?"
"Rehearsal ran late." The lie is so easy your forget you were trying not to lie to them.
Clem picks up a cracker as you order a glass of wine, "And nothing to do with you fucking Coriolanus Snow?"
You try to still your features, play it cool but your hand flies out nearly knocking the water cup off the table as you fumble to accept reality. "Psh..no...how did you know?"
A sly smile grows on her face, "I didn't, until just now." You glare as Arachne laughs at you. "We had time to discuss why you've been so distant and it was either him or your father." She eyes the turtle neck you had put on to cover up the brand of sex, "That's not helping either."
The waitress sets your wine glass down fingers toying with the rim. You were ashamed in yourself for not telling them, not trusting them. "I..." You sighed finally looking up at them. "I didn't want...reality." They looked confused, "You two are my best friends, but you know our history and I knew I would get nothing but the truth. That it is a horrible idea that with always go down in flames."
"Well..." Arachne shrugged sipping gently, you only glared more at her.
Clem glared at her too, "What she means is...we just want whats best for you, and were surprised you're finding it in him."
"It's so new and unknown I don't even know what it is." You drank a large gulp of wine.
"What do you know then?
You shook out you hair, "That...That I'm not even sure why I ever hated him." You feel the corner of your mouth tick up. "That he makes me laugh, and challenges me, and gets it, gets me. He's seen the absolute worse parts of me and still wants me." Clem and Arachne shared a look, "What?"
"You're falling in love with Coriolanus Snow." Arachne states throwing the two of them into a fit of laughter. "I knew something was going on ever since that Halloween party."
You throw a square cut piece of gouda at her. "I am not falling in love. We're just...seeing each other, nothing serious."
"Sure." She rolled her eyes.
Falling in love sounded too serious and dangerous and yet your heart sped up at the thought of it all, falling just as quick at that nagging reminder of impending doom grasping at you. Love was a jagged and scorching knife that would rip through you, tear everything down in a savage blaze. "Enough." You waved them away drinking another large mouthful. "Now you know, regardless of ruination."
"Yours or his?" Clem's eyebrows rise up over the rim of her martini.
You can't answer.
"Isn't it weird?" Arachne examines her nails before raising a well groomed eyebrow. "Being...intimate with someone you hated so viciously from when you were a teenager?"
You had expected it to be weird, expected to kiss in dark rooms and keep most of your clothes on, to never let him take you the ways you wanted, or do things you never tried. "No." You say meeting her gaze. She isn't judging, you knew her blunt nature stemmed from a place of care.
She smirks, "Well I sure hope it's good then." You tug the neck of your sweater down letting them glimpse the teeth indents and deep sucking bruises from Coriolanus Snow.
It nearing midnight as you stumble into your dark apartment groaning as you slip off your heels padding down the hall towards your bedroom. The small lamp on your bed side table illuminated the room in a warm glow, showering him in a amber light as he sleeps atop your blankets the shared book sitting open against his chest.
The bed groans as you sit down next to him taking his hand into you lap, playing with his fingers until his eyelids fluttered open, "Hey." His sleepy voice greets you.
"Hi."
He peers down at the book. "Still waiting for the pretentious part."
You roll your eyes, but smile. "What are we doing?"
"I was sleeping." You trace the outline of his nail. "What do you mean?"
"This." You squeeze his hand, "You, me, us..."
He sighed. "I don't know. Was my earlier answer not good enough?" You don't respond reveling in your lie for a few more seconds. "I don't hate you anymore."
"I'm scared." You whisper the truth so quietly you barely hear it yourself. You run the pad of your finger down the bone of his, "I'm scared of this."
"Me too." He whispers back. He sits up hand coming to cup your face pulling your forehead against his. "Tell me something real."
"I'm afraid you're doing all of this to really break me, to get under my skin to simply pull me apart."
You feel your body wanting to tug away from him, but he anchors you to himself. "I was telling the truth, this is not a game to me."
"I..." Your breath shook with the truth, with the rawness. "It shouldn't feel right, after everything, it should be awful." Blue eyes stared into your frayed soul. "But it isn't."
"It isn't." He shook his head. "We just have to learn to trust each other." You glare at him with red rimmed eyes, "Difficult I know after our battle scarred history."
"Just as loathsome."
"Just as lonely."
He's kissing you, kissing you hard and soft, pulling your freezing soul out of a frozen lake within you, breathing life back into you lungs.
The air changed, the universe change, turning the opposite way as he kissed you, as he tugged your body towards him.
It's slow and sweet, gentle tugs of clothing falling to the floor until you're equal once more, bare in more ways than one climbing on top of him. You kiss his jaw, running a hand down his hardening cock. You should have left, you should have sprinted so far away from him as your heart gives way in the wrong direction. Love was surrender, and your legs spread wider for him in a yielding.
You sink down onto him, groaning into his warm skin, nails biting down onto flesh as his body presses in tighter to yours. You rolled your hips against him slightly leaning back to move. His hands are tangled in your hair cupping your face as your ride him. Between panting and kissing a word leaves his parted lips, "Beautiful." You stare down at him for a moment, "You're so beautiful."
You shove him backwards needing him to stop looking at you like that, talking to you like that before you did the stupid thing and fell in love. Your claws dig in as you glide along his cock, leaning back to draw him in deeper against a sweet spot inside of you. You moan into the open air as his fingers grasp at the flesh of your thighs, as his hand finds your clit between bodies. He's lazy with it, dragging his thumb along it in slow circles pulling the orgasm from the depths of your soul. It burns through on its way up and you feel your legs stiffen beside him as you fight it off, as you hold on to that moment right before the crash.
His name is a cry on your breathless lips as he throws you overboard, as he lets the current of pleasure yank your body down until you're on blissful sand. Then he's thrusting up into you before your body starts to catch up once more, moving up and down on him as his hips snap against yours. You lean down to kiss him, to roll your hips against his in tandem, his hands bruising every curve in your body he can touch. "They knew." You whispered into his mouth, "They knew that I'm yours."
He grunts out as he cums deep inside of you every twitch of him igniting a broiled flame in your core. You press your forehead to his, "They're smart girls." He cups your face again, "You wear it well." His. You wore being his well.
You sit up feeling him slowly softening inside of you, "Don't over complicate things Snow." Because the war between your head and heart was already too complicated. You narrow your eyes at him, "What do you want? If not strangers, if not enemies, then what?"
He smirked, "I want to be the only person you glare at."
You glared at him.
When you wake up he's gone again, but a note on the island answers that quiet question.
Went for food, be back soon. There's coffee for you -C
You smile down at the note, at the wafting smell of brewed coffee as your phone rings still buried in your purse hanging off a chair, you dig through it your mother's name appearing.
The blissful bubble pops an unwanted past slamming into you.
"Hey Mom."
But it's your father who responds as your heart sinks even further, "Why are you ignoring my calls?"
"You aren't slick using her to get to me." You glare at nothing picturing it was his face.
"Then answer me."
"I have nothing to talk to you about." The bite is too obvious in your tone.
He sighed, "School, networking, that internship you were supposed to apply for." You chew on your cheek, holding in the obvious answer that you didn't want it, didn't want anything he had wanted for you. "Do you know how embarrassed I was when my friend, who I begged to open up a slot for you, told me he hadn't even seen your name on the list of candidates."
"I-!"
"I don't want your pathetic excuses you ungrateful little girl." You're shrinking away into yourself his tone overshadowing any backbone you might have been born with. "I'm hosting an intimate get together and invited him to bandage this inexplainable fault of yours. You will come home and you will grovel for that position or you can kiss you cushioned perfect life goodbye."
Your hands shake as you force out the words, "What if I want to do something else, be something else, something more."
He laughed, a cruel laugh. "Like what?" The blankness in your mind rings like a giant bell around your temple. "I'll see you next weekend."
The line cuts before you can even think to accept or decline. You squeeze your phone so hard your knuckles whiten around the stupid device and it takes everything in you to not shatter it across the wall. You're crying; angry vicious tears burning down your cheeks cursing the man who had forced you squealing into the world.
"What's wrong?" Coriolanus is standing in front of a closed door a large paper bag in his hands that smells like breakfast, studying you, your red face and watery eyes.
Despite the sex, despite the fact you were half naked in the kitchen, him seeing you like this felt too intimate, and deep down you knew that had everything to do with your father impeding on your delusion of happiness. You start building your walls, wiping your face as you turn from him. "Nothing."
"Don't do that." He sets the bag down. "Don't hide from me." He's tugging you back towards him by your face, cupping your cheeks.
You hate that you sniff, hate that you couldn't be weak for him. "It doesn't matter."
A soft brush of his thumb makes you want to be soft as well. "Then tell me."
"My father." You sigh attempting to pull your face out of his hands, but he holds you there. "He was being...well my father." You roll your eyes as your hands come around his wrist, you want to tug him closer, you want to push him away. "I have to go...home." And grovel. But you keep that part out.
Blue eyes flicker around your face. "Okay." He knew it must have been a hard phone call by that mere fact alone. He doesn't push only leans down to brush his lips along yours and for a moment you forget your woes muscle memory of his touch warming your skin. The idea comes in all too quickly, an idea to set it all on fire. "Come with me." You break the kiss first, "Come home with me." The word home felt bitter in your tongue. You found solace in him, in this silent two person world you had created, the ignorant bubble reforming itself.
Maybe something else was forming, but you chose to ignore that too.
He pulls back taking in your mischievous expression. "Your father will be furious."
You smirk, "I'm counting on it."
next chapter coming soooonnn!! hope you all are enjoying!!
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can i get a nikolai x reader anything please
ofcc nonnie !! 🤍 (I'm running out of ideas so PLEASE don't be disappointed, bb.)
TASTE OF THE DIVINE
synopsis ; It was just a small game. He just wanted to see how long you could last. So what could you do when he completely forgotten the game– indulging himself in your sweet taste.
cw ; Overstimulation, oral (f recieving), pussydrunk(?) Nikolai, fem!reader, not proofread(this probably sucks tbh), Nikolai is his own warning.
You should've known better than to agree to play a stupid game with the Nikolai Gogol. The same man who had tried– and succeeded for some time– to convince you he wasn't some terrorist to Yokohama. You accepted it thinking he'd take it easy on you since you're his lover – and how wrong you were.
It's been twenty minutes. Nikolai had kept his head buried between your legs for twenty minutes. You can't even remember if he came up for air or even took a breath, even if you tried to that is. You couldn't even keep count of how many times he has made you cum on his tongue.
The sounds were downright sinful too. The squelching on his tongue dipping into your hole, slurping up your juices like a man starved. He seemed to enjoy the way you trembled in his hands just from his tongue alone. He hadn't even worked his fingers yet!
"Gettin' tired already, dove? Mmpffh- you taste s'good." He mused through mouthfuls off your slick, swiping the tip of his tongue over your clit just for the fun of it. His mismatched eyes were on you, watching every expression you made, how your body reacted to every movement of his mouth. "Surely you can last much longer, hm?"
"S-shut the hell u–uuah!" Your remark was cut off by your own moan. Nikolai took the liberty of sinking his teeth into the fat of your thigh, marking your skin as his territory. "What was that you were saying? Oh, nothing? Alrighty then."
That was all you heard before your brain became nothing but mush, his tongue drawing tight circles on your clit. He used a hand to keep you spread open, preventing you from closing your legs to keep him out, the other was currently sinking into you. "Ah– listen to her. G'nna give me just onneee more, hm?"
Nikolai wasn't talking you, rather, he was talking to your sopping cunt. Even so, all you could do was give a broken moan in response. "Kolya– shit– can't take it! Plea–" He groaned, the vibration sending tingles to your core. "damn- you can, baby. Y'know you can."
Your mind felt blank. Your legs were trembling, eyes rolled to the back of your head, and drool spilling from your mouth. If only he had his phone so you could see yourself– and so he could have a new lockscreen. That would be for another time though.
With a final lick to your clit and the curl of his slender fingers, you came for the nth time that night with– in his opinion– a sweet cry. He lapped up all your juices, taking all you hand to offer before pulling his fingers out of your tight heat.
"See? I knew you could g'me one more– hm?" The last thing Nikolai expected to see was the sight of you passed out, sleeping soundly as laid surprised between your legs. He could almost laugh if he hadn't expected it. "Leaving me to do all the work? You're lucky I– nevermind. I'll figure that out later."
Using his ability, he seemingly reached into the void before pulling out a damp washcloth to clean you up. Unbeknownst to you of course, but even with the turmoil of futile emotions that he despised, he wiped you down with a smile.
sry again I took so long, nonnie♡
#♧ranpazz#♧ranpazz's cases#♧ranpazz's cases solved#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd nikolai#nikolai gogol#nikolai x reader#writing this while partially drunk
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need more singer!reader hcs
୨୧ — s.r x singer!r; headcanons (3)
hi hi ! ik i said i was gonna go on hiatus (and i still will lol) but i think writing something will help keep my mind off things :) enjoy ! also i’m so sry anon this took so long.
- stays up until midnight for every album, song, or music video release even if he’s on a case because he’s the most supportive boyfriend
- anytime you win an award he goes to work the next day bragging to every team member talking their ear off about which award you won this time
- he gives everyone in the bau some of your merchandise because he loves it and he wants to show you off
- morgan teases the fuck out of him any chance he gets about his “popstar princess” girlfriend
- example: the music video is a bit more on the sexual side, and the next time he sees spencer he’s all “did you see what your popstar princess did 🤭”
- using poems from his favorite books as lyrics in your songs omg !!
- when he invites you to karaoke night with the team so they can meet you but he also wants everyone to see just how good you are
- convincing him to sing with u ! and everyone else is hyping him up like yes do it and he’s begging you not to lol
- sends you every tweet he sees complimenting you like “look, they love the new song :)!” HE’S JUST SO CUTE LIKE THAT
- again fans thirsting over him because how can you not??
- is at every photoshoot asking “do you need water? food? a sweater? are you cold? your outfit’s very small. are you sure you’re fine??”
- the biggest worrier when it comes to song lyrics and if you guys are fighting he overanalyzes every sad lyric you have as if it’s about him
- the first time you post him and the photo goes viral he’s like ???? why am i trending on twitter ?? what’s going on ???
- he’d probably never ever get used to paparazzi but surely you have your tricks to avoid them bc ik they would get so damn annoying omg
sorry this is so short, i’m braindead and burnt out rn lol
i hope u enjoyed !
part 1 | part 2
#swtnrcmnt ۵#spencer reid#spencer reid x famous!reader#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x singer!reader#spencer reid headcanon
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Do you think you could write a blurb of johnny or twobit with y/n bringing up the idea of riding his face? She'd be like "johnny/twobit d'ya think i could like..." Johnny/twobit: "🧍huh, ya sure...?" LMAO idk im sry i suck at asking requests 💀
I have to do this with Two-Bit lmaoo I have an idea!
~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~
Seated on the couch with a blanket draped over your lap, the screen's flashing lights displayed Mickey Mouse. Two-Bit was happily watching a rerun and drinking his beer as he did so.
He was enthralled with the cartoon, and his sweet laugh could be heard whenever something he found funny or amusing came up. It was nice in a way, to share something he enjoyed and see why he loved it so dearly. Maybe it was a bit childish, sure, but he really seemed to like it.
"Oh lord, Pluto's so dumb! The dog ate a damn piece of wood thinkin' it was a bone." Two-Bit giggled, turning to you and smiling.
You smiled back. Soon, the commercials had interrupted the show, and Two-Bit frowned.
"You alright? You haven't talked much." He asked you, putting his beer bottle down and looking at you.
You shrugged, thinking back to something Dally had mentioned earlier.
"Y'know, I met up with this girl who was drunk offa cheap alcohol and she told me she wanted to put her face on me. I ain't gonna lie, that was some good shit, man." His words rang clear in your head.
It was certainly a bold question, but you looked at Two-Bit, took a deep breath, and spoke.
"Can I ride your face, Two?" You had dropped the bomb.
The poor guy was stunned speechless, almost choking on a sip of his beer as he stared at you incredulously. You were struggling to keep your eyes on his, and you were so nervous that he'd start berating you on whatever the hell you just asked him.
But he didn't.
Instead, he smiled and shrugged.
"Is that what you want, little lady?" Two-Bit hummed his question, smirking down at you as he placed his beer down.
With a hesitant expression, you nodded your head vigorously and waited patiently for his next move. In all honesty, you began to question whether this was a good idea or not, but slowly enough, Two-Bit had accommodated.
His body was adjusted to lay flat onto the couch, his hands pulling your soft body onto him as he made sure to assist you in taking off your pants and undergarments to make sure you were ready for him.
Once your lower half was stripped naked, you haphazardly got yourself situated onto his face, nervously beginning to drag your hips forward and backward along his now open mouth to get his tongue to make friction.
Soft moans were happily fleeing from your mouth, making a lovely little melody that Two-Bit would absolutely adore hearing on the daily.
Your hips grinded against him, your hands grappling at the couch's arm rest as you let yourself slip away into a state of pure passionate pleasure.
Regardless of your pathetic movements, Two-Bit helped move you back and forth with his hands firmly cupping the fat of your ass. He was trying (and failing) to get you to slow down since you were getting a bit of your slick on his nose and cheeks. But did his attempts work?
...No.
It didn't take long until you had found a rhythm that had you climbing up the stairs of ecstasy in no time. It was fast, brutal, and his tongue was practically raw from how much you were using him like a sex toy.
The cord in your tummy was tightening, so much so that your legs began to tremble and your pace slowed. But luckily Two-Bit was there to help move you and keep you going up those stairs of pleasure.
"Oh, Two! Two, your tongue feels so good!" You mewled, your hands digging into the fabric as you teetered on the edge of pure passion.
And soon enough, with a cry of his name, your legs seized up as your pussy made the creamiest mess on his mouth and chin. It felt hot, your veins and your nerves. It rattled your body just a bit too much, and you slouched instantly after.
Two-Bit was lapping up the excess, relishing in how sweet your cum was and how much you so graciously handed to him.
But once he noticed that you were all tired and worn out, he made himself useful and at least put on your panties before putting you back in your regular spot and covering your lap with the throw blanket once again.
And for the rest of the evening, it was lazy cuddles and innocent kisses.
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hi, i know that you like to wright (i've seen ur works, REALLY GOOD BTW) so i was wondering if we could have something like a Dallas and Reader kinda thing where they have to babysit and he drops by. since he hates children, he sorta insults it, but soon falls for tha baby and starts to love it and act kind for once. srry if its a lot, but i just thought it would be cute <3
tysm!! sry it took me so long to write this it took a lot of thinking lol but hope you like it!!!
Dallas x Reader: Babysitting
"(Y/N) can I have some milk?"
You smile down at the little toddler. "Of course sweetie, come with me." You lead her to the kitchen and grab the carton of milk out of the fridge and pour her a small glass. "Here you go."
She takes the glass and begins to drink it thirstily. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. "Gimme a minute sweetie I have to go see who that is."
She nods and you make your way over to the door and look through the peephole. It's your boyfriend, Dally. You open the door.
"Babe, what are you doing here, I'm babysitting."
He grins. "I know. Your brother told me you'd be here so I thought I'd stop by."
You roll your eyes. "Dal, you can't just stop by, this is basically my work. And you hate little kids."
He sighs and makes a pouting face. "But I'm not here to see some stupid kid. I'm here to see you."
"Well I've gotta take care of said kid so I need you to leave."
He sticks out his bottom lip even further. "Please... I just wanna be with you."
You glare at him for a minute then give up and roll your eyes. "Fine. But watch your language, no smoking, no being dumb, and just be nice."
"Damn, you'd think I'm the one you're babysitting when you talk like that," he says. You turn back and glare at him. "Fine, fine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He struts into the living room and makes himself comfortable on the couch.
"Who's that?" says the little girl upon seeing him.
You panic. "Uh, that's just my friend. He wanted to help me babysit you because he loves little kids and he thinks you just look adorable." She smiles and blushes a bit. Then of course Dally has to speak up.
"The hell do you mean 'I love little kids'?"
You glare at him then jab your thumb towards the girl to silently tell him to just go with it for her sake. He sighs and speaks in an annoyed tone. "You're right, I do love little kids."
You smile at him gratefully and smile back at the little girl. "See, we're gonna have so much fun together! You wanna play dolls or something?"
"Yeah!" she exclaims with excitement.
You pull out her large bin of dolls. "Come on, Dal. Why don't you play with us?"
He speaks sternly. "I'm not playing with that shit." You glare at him again, silently telling him that you really need him to just go along with it and play. He rolls his eyes. "I mean, of course. I love dolls."
He gets down on the floor with us and picks up a doll then turns to you. "Can this doll get beat up in a rumble?"
"What?"
He smirks. "You know, I just think that would make her character a lot better."
"Dally, none of the dolls are getting beat up in rumbles. Let's go through the rules of playing dolls. The dolls do not fight, steal, smoke drink, lie, get arrested, or do anything you would do."
He stares at me with a frustrated look. "Okay, okay. This doll is a princess."
The little girl giggles. "Her name is Rosecastle!!"
You smile at her creativity and look back at Dally. He has an annoyed look on his face. "Fine. It's Rosecastle."
The little girl holds up her own doll. "And this is her sister, Daisycrown!!"
Dally opens his mouth to say something but you shoot him a warning look. He sighs and his tone softens. "Yes, Rosecastle and Daisycrown are the prettiest princess sisters in all the land."
The little girl bursts out giggling and you smile at Dally. He manages a smile back, then, your phone starts ringing. The call is coming from the girl's mom.
"Hey guys I gotta take this real quick can you both be good for just a couple minutes please?
The little girl grins and nods and Dally just rolls his eyes. "Yea, fine, fine."
You smile and begin to step into another room. "Okay, thanks guys, I'll be back in just a minute."
You answer the phone. The girl's mom just wanted to tell you that she got caught in traffic and will be a bit later than she expected. You tell her it's no problem and you can keep watching her daughter. She asks how it's been going and you tell her it's been great. You say goodbye and hang up the phone then step back into the living room and you are a bit surprised.
Dally is actually legitimately playing dolls with the little girl. And it doesn't seem forced either. In fact, he is actually smiling and seems to be enjoying himself.
You smile at this scene. "Were you guys okay while I was on call?"
The little girl grins and nods, then Dally changes his expression to try and seem more serious, though he is clearly struggling. "Um, yeah we were... I mean, we were alright..."
You hold back laughter at him trying to still seem tough. "Oh, okay. Well I guess if you thought it was just alright you could just go home. I mean, you don't have to stay here if you don't want to, Dally."
"No!" he bursts out. He realizes what he did and starts blushing a bit out of embarrassment. "I mean no, I'll stay. You know, just cause I can."
You continue to hold back laughter. "Okay, sure go ahead and stay if you want, I mean I don't really care."
He grins and keeps playing dolls. Him and the little girl seem to really be having fun. You can't help but smile at how well they are getting along.
"Well," you think to yourself. "Maybe he really does like little kids."
#the outsiders fanfiction#dallas x reader#dally x reader#dallas winston#dally winston#the outsiders#requests#kal writes
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I’ve arrived with more horny william brain rot!
There is little doubt in my mind that our favorite afton to slut up likes to read. He’d probably love to share that with his darling bunny. And you absolutely know that man is making the polaroids he took into bookmarks. He just loves to see his bunny everywhere!
Bunny is in fact a college student, and sometimes certain classes end up requiring/give the option for a field trip. And that trip happens to fall on a weekend. They’re a little bummed, Willy is like actually depressed (lol), so bunny decided to hide a little something for him. As a ✨treat✨
So when afton wakes up Saturday, he reaches over for his book to read a little (because what else is there to do when his little rabbit is gone), and his usually bookmark feels a lot more lumpy than usual. So he opens it and what does he find? Polaroids of his precious, lovely bunny in nothing but his shirt, and a pair of her panties 💜
YEAH i uhhh,,
warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20 will is almost 40 yall know the drill), swearing, smoking, drinking, dom/sub undertones, sir kink, not proof read AGAIN IM SRY
"What? What do you mean the whole weekend?"
It had been an especially hard week for the brit at his diner. For one reason or another, it seemed as if nearly every single damn brat in that town just had to have a birthday that week. The diner was booked from start to finish every day of the week. William was frustrated. But every day drew him closer to the weekend. Closer to when he'd be able to see you again. And god did he fucking miss you. He missed his little bunny next to him; kissing them, holding them. Coming up with so many fun activities to show you.
But, it was in the past now. It was Friday. You'd be over tomorrow, and help relieve him of his pent-up stress like the good bunny you were.
Right?
Wrong.
"I knowwww, I'm sorry!" You pleaded with him at the other end of the phone, the older man taking a long, drawn out puff of his cigarette, "I just totally forgot about it until today!"
William sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaning against the wall, "And you're certain you have to go, love?"
"Yeah..." you sighed back, "It's required for my major. And I already rescheduled it last month, too. I can't do it again or I fail."
"Bunny, the weekends are our time together. You know this."
"I knoww, and I'm sorry! I'd stay behind if I could but I just can't. I'm sorry, Will. I'll be back for next weekend though!"
William took another puff of his cigarette, "Are you certain you can't come over even for a little? I... I miss you, bunny. It's been a tough week, and... I want you."
You let out a sympathetic hum, "I miss you too. But I have to go. I'm sorry."
"Alright." William sighed, "Fine. But don't expect to get off the hook next time I see you, little one. You need to tell me these things sooner rather than later."
The brit heard you giggle over the phone, "It'll be fine, Will. Surely you can survive two weeks without me."
"Getting smart with me now, hm?"
"No, sir."
William let out a pleased hum, "Good bunny. I'll miss you, okay? Have fun for me, alright? I'll be here waiting for you."
"I will, I will... Hey, before I forget; you remember that book you gave me, right? The old, thick and dusty one?"
"It's not old, love. It's classic."
You giggled again, "Classic, sure. Well, I finished it. I'll leave it in your mailbox before I go. Maybe that'll keep you occupied until I get back."
"Nothing could replace your company, little one. But, thank you. That's very kind."
"It's no problem. I gotta go pack now, Will. I'm sorry again. I'll see you next saturday, okay?"
"...Alright, bunny. Have fun. I love you."
"Love you too."
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It was odd to have an empty house on the weekends. While William was used to Michael being away at his mother's, the house felt more depressing than usual without you in it. Dull. Grey. No life whatsoever.
William didn't drink often, not at all. He never found it to be that classy, and he wasn't about to throw his charm to the wind over alcohol. But god fucking damn it. He missed you so fucking much that Saturday afternoon. His cigarettes weren't having their usual kick to them. He needed something stronger to fill the void where you should be.
Pouring his second glass of whiskey for the evening, he couldn't help but wonder how you were. Your college was taking you an entire state away from him. Those fucking bastards. How dare they drag you so far away from him. What if you got hurt? Or in trouble? And he wasn't there to save his precious bunny? You knew his number, sure, but you were still so fucking far away from him. And a lot can happen so many miles away.
William took a large swig of the alcohol.
Fucking hell. He missed you so damn much.
He knew you didn't mean to tell him about the trip so late. You were a good bunny. Hell, he was the entire reason you didn't go when you were supposed to. He vaguely remembered convincing you to stay in town the first time you told him about it. You had just forgotten this time, surely. He couldn't stay mad at you for that. It was hard for him to stay mad at you in general. You were just too cute.
But William was miserable. He didn't want this shit to happen again. You would need to learn your lesson. And he'd make you learn it next time you were over.
But would he? Thinking of it now, it was hard for him to imagine giving you any sort of punishment. He just wanted you close to him. To pull you in his lap and kiss those sweet lips of yours. Hold you close to him. Lie down on his chest while he read his books before bed.
Oh, yes. That's right. The book he leant you. You said you'd give it back before you left.
Maybe he should take your advice. Use it to get his mind off you.
Finishing up his glass, William finished up his glass before he walked to the front door, opening and shutting it behind him as he made his way to the mailbox. The cool breeze of the sunset blew his neatly-combed hair out of place, washing over his pale skin. Upon opening up his mailbox, sure enough. The book he leant you was in there. But, it was... strange. Looked a lot fatter than normal.
The older man reached in and took the book out, brow furrowing in slight confusion. Leaning against the mailbox to shut it, the brit opened up the pages to see inside.
...
Oh.
William could feel the heat creep down his neck and cheeks.
Oh.
Oh, bunny. Sweet bunny.
Strewn about the pages was a handful of polaroid pictures. Pictures of you. In so many different positions... so many. He could see the plushness of your thighs. Your sweet little smile. Those big, gorgeous doe eyes. Your cute little pair of underwear...
You even still had some of the marks he'd given you last time you were over. And was that his dress shirt? It certainly was. How long have you had that, little one? Why, sir barely noticed that it was gone. Stealing his things now, are we? Naughty bunny.
You've been so bad recently, haven't you? William didn't much appreciate that. You had earned yourself a punishment, bunny. You probably know that just as sir does though, don't you? Was this your attempt at getting out of it?
William calmly shut the book, but quickly walked back into his house.
It worked, bunny.
For now.
#I JUST ALK;FDJA;FLS#CHERRY BEING THE DEATH OF ME PART 2#GOODNESS GRACIOUS THE FOOD YOU GIVE US#IM HOWLING#william afton x you#william afton x reader
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