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redfoxwritesstuff · 7 months ago

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Steamy Situations 18+ (Alastor x reader)

Alastor x reader Rated: Adults only Warnings: Smut. It's shower smut. Female bodied reader. Careful with your shower sex.

Summary: You're hot and bored and your husband is busy working. If only there was a way you could distract him, get some of his attention and cool off.

Interested in a Audio version of this fic? Part 1 Part 2 PS: https://discord.gg/q8kqx7ss is an Alastor server a friend of mine started and https://discord.gg/HeEbAHju is a vox server another friend of mine started. More friends are always nice to have <3

~~~~~<3 He had been slouched over his fucking desk for hours, working away at scripts for the next week’s broadcasts. They were perfect, probably had been for a while but when he was stressed, the perfectionist came out in full force.

The summer heat and humidity had sweat sticking to your skin. Though the curtains were closed all day to keep the harsh sun from warming the house any more than possible, it was hot.

The silk of your slip clung to your back as you crossed the room, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. If you were hot and grimy feeling, he had to be too.

He huffed at the interruption, making you roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he mumbled, not looking up from the pages in his hands.

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t lie to me,” he set the papers down with a huff. “Can I do something for you?”

“I need a shower,” you said, running your palm up the back of his neck, threading your fingers into the short curls that had grown wild with the humidity.

“Take one?” He leaned back into your touch as tension slipped from his shoulders.

“You need one as well.” Your thumb rubbed at the drop of sweat rolling down the side of his neck.

“It would appear so,” He said with a laugh, shifting to face you. “Do you have something in mind, my dear?”

“Well,” you slipped into the space between his torso and the desk that had been newly opened up, “If you need a shower and I need a shower, we should both take a shower.”

“Good thing we have two showers!” Alastor’s grin was wide as you struggled against the urge to roll your eyes again.

“Or,” you drew out the word as you ran your hand up his chest, “We could take one together.”

“How scandalous.” He sounded anything but scandalized as he patted your thigh, light reflecting off the simple gold wedding band. “Let’s get on with it then.”

~~~~~<3

You had innocent intentions, stepping into the bathroom. Honest.

It’s just, when you saw his warm tan skin under the running water, sending the shampoo down the valleys and dips between his strong muscles, you found yourself feeling rather jealous.

You hadn’t even intended for this to happen. One moment his shampoo was running down his chest and the next it was your hands. Soft, water cooled skin over firm muscles that spoke of how hard her worked to maintain the property jumped and twitched under your touch.

The water wasn’t hot but it wasn’t cold either, being somewhere comfortably between to soothe away the heat. It did nothing to cool the heat quickly building between you as his hands went to rest on your hips. His frame blocked the spray of the water, mist fanning out around him, catching the light in a way that made it look like he was glowing.

“What?”

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper, hands running up his water cooled skin to pull him to you.

Standing on your tip toes, you trusted him to hold you steady as you slotted your lips over his. Strong hands wrapped around your hips, thumbs tracing circles over wet skin as your naked front pressed against his. Water running over his shoulder filled what little gaps there were between you.

With a sigh, he pulled his lips from yours only to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw, “Thank you, my Dear. I am but nothing in the face of the beauty you possess.”

“You flirt,” you tease, softly slapping his wet shoulder.

“Hardly,” his chuckle seemed to bounce off the walls of the small room, wrapping you up in it as much as you were wrapped in his arms as Alastor croons, “Your beauty transcends even the brightest of flowers” Alastor croons.

Your protest died on your lips as his warm tongue ran along your neck, dragging higher until his lips pulled your ear lobe between his teeth. You arch in his arms, trying to put space between you. His thighs were pressed against yours, member twitching to life against you as you half heartedly tried to wiggle out of your husbands arms.

“You’re not slippery enough to get away from me yet,” Alastor teased, arms tightening around you and holding you flush against him.

“Alastor,” you whined as one hand run lower, grabbing a palmful of your ass, “We’re in the shower, stop it’s-”

“Indecent?” Alastor teased, pushing her against the cold wet tile of the wall. “Scandalous, even?”

“Yes,” your voice was weak as he looked down at you, cock pressing up against your thigh.

“Was it not you,” Alastor’s fingers slipped over wet skin, running up your ribs to cup a breast. Skilled fingers pinched and pulled at your nipple, “who disturbed me at my work with this indecent idea? Wishing to shower together?”

“Yes?”

Whimpering, you struggled to keep yourself from sliding down the wall. Alastor’s strong thigh pressed between your knees, pushing until they parted under the pressure. You had no choice but to yield until his thigh pressed tightly against your core, ensuring you would remain standing.

“And now? HA! Now you expect me to keep my mind on something other than having my wife’s wet,” He kissed your shoulder as he pressed his thigh against your slit with every word that followed, “naked, soft, inviting body on full display?”

“Alastor, I didn’t-”

“Don’t lie to me,” Alastor pulled your hips forward, grinding your cunt against his thigh. “You think I can’t feel your slick? I know that’s not water. I’m going to give you exactly what you wanted.”

The dark promise in his voice had your core clinching against nothing. Delicate muscles twitched as a soft moan fell from your lips. Blunt nails ran down your sides as he smiled down at you. Fingers dug into the fat at your thighs as he simultaneously lifted you off your feet and pinned your hips against the wall.

On reflex, you wrapped your legs around him. Shower spray pelted your legs as you struggled to grip his wet body. His hands seemed to have no issue holding onto you though.

He ran his cock through your folds, gathering the slick and lubricating himself. Each pass over your clit had you arching, gasping and rocking into him as you sought more friction. There wasn’t much you could do though, pinned to the shower wall as you were. It was just how he wanted you, at his mercy.

“Alastor,” you whined his name.

“Just hold onto me,” he said as he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. You tensed in his arms. “Just relax, this is what you wanted.”

He breached your entrance slowly. You spread around the fat head of his cock little by little as the unrelenting pressure left your body no choice. Pleasurable pain spread through you as he sank deeper and deeper within you. He was large and your body struggled to accommodate him without preparations.

A shuddering ran up his spine as he bottomed out, forcing you to take all of him in one long slow thrust. Unstretched and unprepared, your body gripped him, walls fluttering around his cock as they strained to accommodate his considerable size.

You clung to him, arching in his arms as he chuckled against your shoulder. His body was burning against yours in contrast with the cold wet tile. It felt good.

Rocking his hips, he worked his cock through your walls, ensuing you were spread over ever bit of him, taking all he had inside your walls as if there had been any doubt before. You gasped and twitched with ever shift of him inside you. Once he felt you had relaxed enough, he upped slowly from your body, holding you in place with his hands.

Though his entrance and withdraw had been slow, what followed was anything but. He plunged inside you with such speed and force that your lower back slammed against the tile. He held you in place as his hips slammed into you again and again.

You could do nothing but hold onto him and hope the water didn’t cause his feet to slip or you to slide out of his grip. Again and again, the head of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust.

Gasps turned into moans as he shifted your hips and his, letting the head of his cock rub against the spongy nerves that caused your cunt to flood with slick anew. Your fingers slipped over his shoulders, nails struggling to find grip before winding into his hair. Numb fingers pulled at his wet hair, his broken name all you can say as the coil inside you begins to tighten under his expert touch.

“So tight,” you can feel his lips move against your neck as he fucks into you savagely.

“Alas… Alastor,” your head falls back against the tile with a thump that you don’t feel. You’re so close now, so very close. No longer can you feel the cooling spray of the water or the tile. The sound of the shower is lost to you.

All you can feel is your husband’s body pressed against you, the grip he has on your thighs and his cock slamming into you again and again. All you can hear is his breath washing over you, soft praises whispered between moans and the music of his wet body meeting yours.

With each powerful thrust, you could feel the twitch of his cock against your cervix. He was as close as you were. Knowing that you had the power to reduce the great radio host to rutting into you in the shower sent a thrill through you that was enough to push you over.

Your body clamped down around him as you came undone in his arms. The pull of your cunt trying to suck his cock deeper inside drew a long deep moan from him as his pace grew sloppy. A handful of thrusts later and he slammed himself inside, teeth latching onto your shoulder painfully tight as he tried to stifle moan that always came with his release.

Rutting his hips into your twitching cunt to continue to stimulate himself, he refused to separate as his cock twitched and spasmed inside, seed shooting to paint your cervix with his essence and claim.

As both your breathing calmed and he slowly began to soften, you unhooked your ankles from behind his back. His grip went slack, letting you stand on weak legs as his cock slipped out of you, leaving you feeling empty and sore but satisfied. At least for now.

Alastor hummed as you settled against his chest, arms holding him in a light embrace. There was comfort in the sound of the popular tune and the sound of the shower spray. His strong hands rubbed suds into your body, lulling you further into relaxation. He washed your hair with tender care before allowing you to assist him with his own cleaning.

Sitting you on the edge of the tub, he dried you with the same tender care. No one would believe he was the same man that so roughly, so quickly took you in the shower. As he rubbed the water from your hair, he tilted your head up and placed a soft chase kiss upon your sleepy lips.

“I love you,” he said, smile as soft as his words.

“I love you, too.”

“Let’s get you to bed my Dear, so I can get back to work.”

~~~~~<3 TagList: @catticora, @alastor-simp

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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- anal sex, p in v sex, smacking, 69, they just freaks fr lol

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ this chap- 9.2k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right? That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU

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Chapter 12

“Hey baby!” You blink a bit as you feel toned, slender arms, not the beefy ones you’re so used to around you. You gasp, looking up, and seeing Maki’s pretty face grinning at you.

“Maki!” You hug her tightly to you, as you see Satoru and Professor Nanami smiling at you two. “Oh! Mr. Nanami, hello!”

“Hello there. Good morning.” His handsome face has a smirk, as he wears some fancy green sunglasses, in contrast to Satoru’s dark blue Gucci shades. They look like a million bucks while you’re in your damn skull Pjs, making you blush.

“What are you all doing here? I’m so excited to see you, but I’m… I’m in my pajamas.”

“You look cute!” Maki teases as you sit up, flushed.

“You do look cute.” Gojo winks then, planting a kiss on your forehead, your eyes flutter shut. “Ya sore, huh Miss Brat?” His breath tickles your ear, as vivid images of last night fill your mind.

“Shush!” You hiss, hoping no one heard his lewd whisper, and he just chuckles, standing you up and hugging you to him tightly. “I am sore, though.”

“Knew it!” You snort a bit, as he pulls back, tilting your chin up then. “Maki is here to help you pick out a wedding dress. Doesn’t have to be anything crazy, but I want you to still dress up for me, beautiful.” You melt then, looking down shyly.

“Oh she’s gonna look so good, gonna max that credit card, Professor.” Maki teases, grinning as she bounces up. You giggle then, feeling your heart swell as you look up at your fiance’s beautiful face.

“You brought her here for me?”

“Course I did, you’re my baby girl. I knew it would make you happy.” You blink back emotions then, sucking in a breath.

“Thank you, so so much! Let me get dressed!” Nanami and Maki step out, but Gojo lingers with a wide grin. “Out.”

“Oh fine, no fun!” He sticks his tongue out, earning your own tongue, before he lets you get yourself together. You quickly brush your teeth, wash your face and put on a little sundress you have brought over. You step back out into Satoru’s living room and see they’re all sipping on coffee.

Nanami starts to make you a cup as Maki and Satoru are shoving at each other and laughing, making your tummy flutter with how fucking happy you are, despite everything so overwhelming. “How do you take your coffee?”

You look at Mr.Nanami then, who is smiling softly, illuminating his strong features. “Just cream and a little sugar. You don’t have to!”

“Nonsense. Here you go.” You take it gratefully from him, smiling softly back, looking down at his rather interesting cheetah tie.

“Thank you, Mr. Nanami.”

“I told you, call me Nanami.” You blush a bit, Mr. Nanami always seems so serious and teacher-like, unlike the more casual Suguru and the… Well, your crazy Satoru Gojo.

“Nanami. Thank you for coming. I was worried you��d be so mad at me.” You take a sip nervously, leaning on the counter as Nanami frowns.

“Not at all.”

“But you said be careful, and I fucked that way up!”

“You’re in love, clearly. Both of you.” He looks over at Gojo now, who’s expressively talking, waving his long arms, earning a smile from both you and Nanami as you watch.

“I’m so glad you understand. I know you and Toru are close.”

“Toru, huh.” You just blush again, and Nanami laughs softly, brushing back his sandy blonde hair. “We have known each other forever. He’s an idiot, but he’s a very good person. He’d do anything for you.”

“I know that, and it’s worrying. He’ll ruin his life-”

“No, what would ruin his life is you not in it. Trust me, I’ve had to hear endlessly about you since you met him.”

“What!?”

“Mmm, since that night. I’ve heard in vivid detail.” Now he’s blushing, clearing his throat, and you grimace, covering your face.

“Oh god. I’m sorry, he has such a big mouth.”

“You’re telling me, legs.”

“Hey!” You shove at him playfully, fuck if he wasn’t more buff that Satoru or Suguru, what were these men doing!? He just raises his brows.

“Well they are rather nice.”

“Oh god!” You’re choking on your coffee, earning another soft laugh from Mr. Nanami now. Satoru and Maki come bouncing back over.

“You’re flirting with another professor, Jesus Miss Brat!”

“Fuck off, Toru.” You flip him off, earning him putting down your coffee and snatching you up against him, gripping your chin. “He called me legs!” You whisper, and Gojo raises his brows.

“Told ya.” He winks, so goddamn handsome, you just roll your eyes and laugh softly, as he kisses you, and you taste the sweet cream and sugar on his lips. You sigh and cling to him, pressing against him, his big hand so warm on your back, pulling back to look up at him.

“You’re so sweet to bring Maki, thank you Toru.”

“Of course, anything for you, baby girl.” He kisses you again, brushing your hair back softly. “Now… you pick something beautiful. Shoes and accessories too. And Maki, pick yourself out something pretty to wear.”

“Oh, it’ll be so expensive.” She wiggles a black credit card of Satoru’s, and he snorts at that.

“Anything you want, just make sure she has something as pretty as her, if it’s possible.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna puke.” Maki gags, and Nanami chuckles.

“It’s sickening.” He agrees, earning Gojo’s glare.

“Oh pipe down, we’re stinking adorable you know.” Satoru winks as he hugs you tightly. “Anyway, get whatever you girls want. Just because it’s gonna be something small doesn’t mean we shouldn’t look good.”

“Are you and Nanami getting suits?” You ask, and he shakes his head.

“No, I already have a room full, and so does he. We have to deal with some legal boring shit.” You frown at that, and Satoru notices, his full lips pouting, swirling cerulean depths of his eyes, emotional then. “Baby girl, it's fine.”

“I am going to visit some options, that's all.” Nanami assures you. “And… help him pick out wedding rings for you.”

“Oh! Oh my…” Your heart is racing at the thought, as Satoru kisses your ring finger, like he’s thinking it too. “Nothing crazy, please.”

He snorts. “It’ll be huge!”

“It’ll be classy.” Nanami corrects, and you exhale.

“Thank you Nanami.”

“Thank you Nanami. Stop flirting with my friends, brat.”

“Fuck you, Professor Dickhead, am not!” You shove at him, only for him to pull you closer.

“Don’t want a big rock?”

“Not that big…”

“Ha that’s what NO ONE has ever said!” He’s snickering, and you all three roll your eyes.

“Gojo, you’re such an idiot.” Nanami grumbles, earning Gojo’s pout.

“You’re so mean to me, both of you. Maki, defend me here.”

“Well you’re paying for me so… go for it, Professor.”

“Maki!” She laughs at your expression, brushing back her emerald hair.

“I think a big rock sounds good.” She says with a wink behind her black framed glasses, but then she sighs. “But, it’s not really her style. She’s a little more… simple and elegant.”

“Noted.” Nanami says, winking at you with hazel eyes, hands in the pockets of his khaki slacks. Satoru sighs, pulling your back against him, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Oh fine, I’ll let Nanami help me choose something classy. You get to pick out my wedding band too.” Your tummy clenches at the thought, as you hold his hand and kiss on his fingers.

“Fuck, it’s insane but I’m so excited!?” You admit, earning his soft smile against your neck.

“I’m excited too. Very.” He pulls your ass back against him, and you feel just how excited Satoru is on your back. You’re a blushing mess, all damn morning you have been, as desire hits hard. Would this insane need ever die out the tiniest bit? You don’t think so, and you’d never want it to. “So… we’ll meet up for lunch after we all get what we need done. Sound good?”

You peek up at your fiance, smiling at his pretty face. “Sounds good to me, Fiance.”

He damn near purrs, kissing you and cupping your chin. “Mmm, I like that. But… it’ll be wife soon, won’t it.”

“Gotta use fiance for the few days we can.” He grins, those stark white teeth glinting in the wide open room, the sun pouring in the windows, illuminating all of Satoru’s perfect features. “So we think we could get Satoru back into law?” You ask Nanami then, he sighs, sipping on his coffee carefully.

“We sure will try, Suguru and I have told the school we will quit if they let Satoru and you go. So hopefully, some leverage.” Your mouth drops at that, your heart sinking to your stomach, Satoru holds you gently, brushing his hands down your upper arms up and down.

“You shouldn’t have to do that! You shouldn’t, not for me.” You feel tears threatening to fall, and Nanami puts his cup down then, walking over, patting your head gently like you’re a kid.

“Darling, it’s fine, we can’t stand for this corruption to keep happening, it’s not just in any way, shape or form. It is the right thing to do.” Nanami says, and you can’t stop the little tears that fall, and watch Nanami’s lips part, a sigh escaping his lips. “Don’t cry, please…”

“Please don’t! You make me wanna cry.” Maki says then, snuggling to you, as you sniffle, and Satoru cups your face, swiping your tears.

“It’ll be okay, Nanami and Sugu are well respected, if this school isn’t it, they have a million opportunities.” He says, but you shake your head, as you feel your blood pressure rising, making your hands numb, you shake them, feeling so hot now.

“I can’t live with myself hurting so many people. You and your friends.” He swipes at the tears that keep falling, bending low and kissing your head.

“You haven’t hurt anyone. My shit parents, with their money in everyone’s fucking pockets are hurting you. Nanami and Sugu give us leverage, it will all work out. Don’t worry so much.” You sigh, nodding a bit, trying to compose yourself. “We will all be fine, promise. Let us work on our end, you two have a fun day and pick pretty outfits, mmkay?”

“Okay. We will. Promise.” Satoru hugs you tightly, pulling back and tilting your chin up.

“Lemme see a smile, pretty girl.” You manage a small one, and he exhales, kissing your lips gently, pressing them upon yours, over and over, little smacks and pops, and a ‘mwah’ sound, until you’re giggling. “There it is! Pretty smile.”

“Thank you, thanks all of you.” You say, as Satoru pops kisses on your cheeks, all sticky from your tears.

“Now, my driver will take you all to wherever you need to go. I’ll text you when we’re done. Go have some fun, please…” His voice is serious, his jaw clenched just a bit as he speaks. “For me. Have some fun, lord knows you’ve had enough going on to make you…”

“Marrying you makes me stupidly happy. It makes me forget everything bad that’s happened.” He exhales then, and you could tell it’s worrying him, you put two hands on his pretty face, tiptoeing and kissing his chin. “Promise.”

“Well who wouldn’t be happy? I’m Satoru Gojo.” He’s shameless, wiggling his brows with a grin.

“Oh god.” Nanami grumbles, along with Maki, making you giggle. “Let’s head out, we have a lot to do.”

“Bye Shnookums, see you soon.” Satoru whispers, helping you into the back of a sleek black car. “Maki take care of my girl.”

“Our girl, Professor.” Satoru snorts, rolling his eyes, and then Maki scooches to you, big grin on her face now. “You got the richest husband, he said a 10k limit A DAY, bitch!!!”

“Maki, you’re so crazy.” You roll your eyes with a laugh. “I am so glad you’re here, where’s Yuta?”

“Sulking he can’t go wedding dress shopping with us. That boy! Sometimes he can’t let us have girl time.”

“He just loves us, is all.”

“I know. But I wanted time with you before… fuck, you were really trying to leave me, huh?” She tears up a bit, so rare for her, looking away, and you feel horrible, guilt gnawing at you.

“He told you?” You ask softly, and she looks back, more composed, nodding. “Fuck I’m sorry, Maki. I didn’t know what to do.”

“You can’t leave me, okay? We promised, we’d always be friends.” She holds out her pinky, and you enwrap yours with hers, feeling those tears again.

“We always will be. I was scared, for Toru, for everyone, fuck his parents are horrible Maki… like I’d take another foster home.”

“I heard. Shit, that man loves you, you know that? He’s obsessed with you, like it’s intense.”

“I know. I am too, I think Satoru shows it more.” You pull her in for a hug then, squeezing her body tight. “Maki, I will never leave. I’ll face the shit dead on.”

“That’s my girl. Now, let’s stop this sappy shit, and spend your man’s money.” You both giggle as you head on what feels like such an adventure, and for once there is so much hope in your heart, despite all the challenges. Being with your best friend planning a wedding to the man you adore.

You and Maki are sipping mimosas in this stupidly fancy bridal boutique about an hour later, as you’re trying on different dresses, they’re all so beautiful, but some seem so extravagant for the little wedding you all are having. Fuck this insane, right, that you’re getting married!? You figured engagement would be enough to scare his parents, but Satoru wanted this.

He wants to marry you.

And fuck, you want to marry him. So badly, even if it’s way too fast, even if you both have lost your minds, even if the world is falling apart all around you both, it’s as if nothing matters when you’re in his arms. Shit, if you say it out loud it’s so wild, like some movie you’d make fun of with Maki and Yuta, of that deep love that surpasses everything, but it is your life.

Satoru Gojo has surely become the very air you breathe.

You’re in one of the more simple gowns now, after Maki and the ladies there had given you so many insane gowns, glittering and so beautiful, with flouncing skirts, ones that made you look like a queen. Some were bright white, some cream, Maki had even had a black dress that made you look like some Victorian goth dream. You loved all of them but…

This one? It’s a gorgeous white silk at the top, with intricate little beading at the bodice that glitters under the dressing room lights, and it’s cinched at the waist, but flows softly down to your toes, with soft tulle, lacy little silver roses peppering it like little stars in the sky. The sleeves are off shoulder, and it makes your breasts press up high, makes your waist so teeny, the perfect silhouette.

It’s so beautiful, as you turn this way and that in the mirror, feeling it all start to hit you then, that you’re doing this, that you’re marrying this amazing, crazy man, that you love him so much it’s like your heart is going to burst out of your chest, it’s so full. You step out of the changing room, and Maki’s eyes light up, and she gasps.

“Oh my god, you look so fucking stunning!” She runs to you, hugging you tight, her eyes wide with happiness, before stepping back and looking you up and down. “You look like a fucking angel.”

You sniffle a bit, smiling, looking down at the dress, your heart racing, your palms sweaty. “Really, you think so?”

“Yes, really! Gojo is gonna lose his shit when he sees this, gonna be like one of those looney toons with the heart eyes.” You laugh at the images in your head, of some cartoon Gojo with his tongue hanging out, as Maki holds your arms out. “Damn, this body looks fire!”

“I love you, Maki, I swear to god I do.” You do a little spin then, as the attendants come up.

“You look so beautiful!” One says.

“The prettiest bride, so elegant!” The other says,

“Oh thank you, ladies. I think I have to take this one.”

“We will need some shoes, a veil, all that though.” Maki says, and you hum a bit thinking of a veil. “Or a tiara? Like a whole princess.”

“Maybe a small tiara?” You now have the dress in its clothing bag, along with glittery white low heels and a delicate little tiara. “Now, you Maki!”

You both decide on a gorgeous blue dress for her, that makes the toned curves of her body look so beautiful, hugging them. You gasp, bouncing up and down, as the attendants smile at you two.” What do you think!?”

“Maki, you’re so fucking hot!”

“Thank you baby, gotta look good for you.” You kiss each other’s cheeks, hugging tightly, slightly buzzed and silly from the drinks and the excitement.

“You look so beautiful, oh god I better be the maid of honor at your wedding!” You are hugging her tightly, both of you swirling as if you’re dancing now.

“Too soon to think of that, babe, I’ll leave you and Gojo to the epic love, Yuta and I have all the time.” She says, and you sigh, biting your lip, brows together. “Shit, was that…”

“No, Maki, it’s true. We’re crazy for this. Wedding as protection or a tactic, I know it’s… not how I thought it would go.”

“But you’d marry him anyway, any time. Yeah?”

“I would. Fuck probably that night at the club.” You whisper, so flushed, and she grins at that.

“He’s that good with that tongue huh?”

“Maki!”

Having secured dresses and shoes, it’s now time to get jewelry for you both, and you all run right into Satoru and Nanami. You giddily run up to Satoru, who hugs you tightly, kissing you so sweet, as you inhale that expensive cologne you love so much. “Toru! You’re here!”

“I am, I just got done picking the ring out. Oooh, and I got you something for this bracelet.” He takes your wrist, and as always you’re just a little shaky when he takes it off, making him smile a bit, snowy white lashes lowering over his blue eyes. “You’ll get it right back, Miss Brat.”

“I know. I get weird about it.” He chuckles a bit, as Nanami and Maki are talking, and she’s looking for accessories for you both with him.

“I hope you’ll keep that ring on just as much.”

“Of course, I’ll never take it off Satoru.” He blinks a bit, lips parting, as he unclasps your bracelet carefully, then he grabs a little white box.

“Better not. I’ll have to reprimand you.” You snort at that, rolling your eyes, he’s trying to lighten the mood, ease the tension as he always does, but you know he truly wants to make sure you want this. He pops out another bead and a charm, and you melt when you see it.

“Toru… it’s a little wedding ring charm!” He slides it on your bracelet, which is slowly filling up as you are with him, like little mementos of your relationship so far. It’s a pretty gold miniature ring with a diamond at the top, dangling off the bracelet, as he slides a pretty blue bead next to it, clipping it back on your wrist. “I love it so much, it’s so perfect.”

“You get so excited about beads, just wait how much I’ll give you, now that you’re mine.” His husky words, his intense stare, makes you weak, your tummy doing insane flips as your hands meet each other at the palms, pressing together, his fingers more than twice of yours and your little hand, making you feel so safe as they entwine.

“You gonna spoil me, hmm Daddy Toru?” You tease, whispering against his lips, eliciting a soft moan, his eyes shutting for a moment, his free hand slipping down your hip.

“Don’t do that here, I swear I’ll find somewhere to fuck you right now.” You just giggle and he glares. “Teasing me, huh brat? Let’s see how well that will work.”

“I can’t wait for the punishment.” You stick out your tongue through your teeth, and he rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing too. “Satoru, even though it’s insane, I can’t help but be so happy, like…”

“Me too.” You both kiss softly again. “Now, you have a ring to pick out for me, selfish brat.”

“Hey!”

Soon the four of you have all sorts of goodies, Nanami has bought himself a new gold watch, Maki has a pretty blue necklace, and you have delicate accessories for your pretty dress. You now also have picked the perfect ring for Satoru, which you make sure he does not see, a white gold band decked with five brilliant sapphires, which sits on your little finger.

You picture it on his hand, on those long fingers, those big knuckles of his, then you picture… lewd things. Of your pussy dripping down onto his ring, and you hurriedly put it in a box for purchase, hating that just something so simple makes you lose your mind. You can’t stop thinking of this sexy ass, conceited little shit, who grins over at Nanami and Maki as he’s making some dumb joke.

He’s running a hand through his snowy white hair, that dark blue suit looking like a million bucks on him, and you can’t help but be enthralled for a moment. He looks to you, a hand in his pocket, grinning now, such affection and love in his gaze it makes your heart ache, as you think, you could have lost him. And how could you ever live without him now?

“You got it picked out, Shnookums?” He asks, and you snap out of it, nodding and thanking the salesperson for it.

“When do we give them to each other?” You ask then, so excited to see what Satoru thinks, as you snuggle to his side, and he is swiping his card now.

“You’ll get the engagement ring tonight, I want it prominent on your finger for meeting with… them… tomorrow, ugh. But, the bands, not till the ceremony. Thank you guys!” He waves at the team he’d just given so much money and commission too, and you can’t help but smile as he takes your hand in his now. “Let’s eat, brats.”

“Don’t call me a brat, Satoru Gojo. I swear.” Nanami says with a grumble, and Satoru wraps an arm around the man, making him give a disgusted look.

“Aw you love me, buddy don’t lie.” Satoru kisses his cheek, making Nanami shove him off and wipe his cheek.

“Disgusting. Don’t you two laugh, you’ll encourage this behavior.”

“Holy fuck, today was insane.” You and Satoru are now home, and as you speak he cuts you off, picking you up in his arms, and you cling to him.

“You’re almost my bride. Gotta carry you in right.” He walks into his house now, and carries you right in, bridal style, you pull his head down for a kiss, and he moans into your mouth as he shuts the door behind you both. “Mmm, you always taste so yummy.”

“You taste yummy.” He’s easing you down, but he’s pressing your back against the door now, hands on either side of you, head low so that your foreheads are pressed together.

“Fuck, I love you. Have I said it today?”

“No, you mean man.” You pout, batting your lashes, and he pouts now too, thin white brows drawing together, as your hands slide up the hard planes of his strong chest. “You make me so sad when you don’t.”

“Oh no, baby girl… I’ll make this up to you.” He kisses down the side of your face, his big hands taking over your waist, pulling you against his hard body, and you feel yourself react. Your nipples tighten under the thin layer of your dress, which he’s pulling up, bunching it around your thighs.

“Toru!” You cry out then, and he hums, kissing your neck now, biting it with those sharp teeth, sending pain and pleasure in equal amounts through your body. “T-Toru… mmm…”

“How do you want me to make it up, pretty girl?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, tickling and intriguing you like crazy, you cling to that expensive baby blue dress shirt tightly, hands in fists.

“Mmm, I don’t know… maybe on your knees?” He chuckles then, as he kisses you once more, cupping your face now.

“You’re so slutty, you know, just for me.” You giggle, nipping on his lip, earning his moan then. “But… what about one knee for now?”

“One knee… however you wanna lick, I won’t complain.” He’s on one knee then, and you’re smiling down as he looks up at you, but then you falter when you guess his meaning, and you can’t breathe. “Oh! Oh… Oh!”

“You’re thinking slutty, I am thinking romantic. Tsk Tsk.” You’re a blushing mess now, as he takes your hand, kissing it now, and your chest is heaving, when he’s pulling out the little velvet box from his pocket.

“Toru, you don’t have to! I know this isn’t… traditional, and it’s last minute, we don’t have to-”

“Will you shush, brat?” You bite your lip hard, nodding then, and he’s laughing, shaking his head. “Let a man have his moment. Now…” He says your name softly, and you can barely hold it together, Satoru Gojo on one knee was nothing you thought would happen, and he looks too perfect, better than any Disney Prince could. No, this was Satoru Gojo.

“Y-yes!” He snorts now, and you cover your face.

“You suck at this, I didn’t ask yet.”

“I can’t take it, it’s killing me. Oh my god. I’m freaking, Toru.” He kisses your hand again as you struggle to stay still, thighs shifting.

“Take a breath, my knee hurts. I’m old.” You laugh once more, though tears are already burning the back of your eyes. He says your name once more, and you’re damn close to hyperventilating from that alone. “Would you… make me the happiest man, the luckiest man, in this whole fucking world? And be my wife? Be my forever?”

“Satoru oh my god.” You are on your knees now, and he’s blinking back his own emotions.

“You get back up there, fuck you suck at this.” You kiss him though, and he moans, pulling you against him, until you’ve knocked him over, and you’re on top of him on the floor. “You haven’t even seen the ring!”

“I don’t need to. Just need my Toru.” He moans softly, as you kiss each other, and soon you’re straddling him right on the floor of his entry way, and he hisses, pressing his length against you, as he holds your hips up.

“Lemme show you this ring, before you jump on this dick, hmm?”

“I’m so wet…”

“Fuck me.” He sits up now, pulling you against him, grinding on your already soaked little panties, as you kiss him again, tongues and teeth and lips, noses bumping, as you both devour each other, pressing against one another.

“You look so hot on one knee, Professor.” You tease then, and his hands are gripping you even tighter, the box still in one of them. “Okay, let me calm down…”

“Please do, about to get railed before you get a ring, how scandalous.” You just hand him your fingers, shaky as you lean back, and he sits up fully, you’re still straddling him, and his tie is askew, you’re both trembling messes. Satoru then opens the box with a little click, and words are stuck in your throat. “Will you marry me, all officially, my pretty, slutty little brat?” He asks with a laugh, but his hands shake like yours.

The ring…

Fuck it’s beautiful.

It’s a delicate white gold band, with the prettiest marquis diamond in the center, it’s a good size but nowhere near gaudy, elegant and timeless. There are pave stones above and below it, tiny little sparkly diamonds that enhance the marquis, that glitters so prismatically, as pretty as Satoru’s eyes do, well… almost. Nothing really glittered like those.

“Satoru… oh my god, it’s breathtaking. Oh god.” He takes your hand, sliding the ring up there, and it fits perfectly, just a little snug almost.

“I want it snug so you don’t lose it, so I went a little small.” He admits, eyes drinking you in as he looks up at you, your hand in his.

“It’s perfect. It’s so perfect, my goodness. I fucking love it.” You smash your lips on his again, wrapping your arms around his neck, hands enwrapping in his silky hair, as the box drops with a click, and he’s running his hands up your back. “It’s perfect, it’s so perfect. Oh, Toru.”

“I’m so happy you like it, I’d have gone so much bigger, but Nanami talked me down some.” You look at it, as it sparkles under the ceiling lights of Satoru’s home, your home, tear drops pooling on your lashes. “Nanami was singing your praises, I’m jealous all my friends want my girl.”

“Oh stop, they do not! Silly.” You are pulled even further against him, now he’s looking up at you, and you see his smirk. “Well, I only want you if so, even if your friends are really hot.”

“That’s it.” He picks you up again, and throws you over his shoulder, you squeak, smacking and kicking at him, but he just laughs, smacking your ass hard. “I need to teach you a lesson, fiance.”

“Put me down! I hate it up here!” He’s taking you straight to his room, and plops you down on his bed, you bounce just a bit before he’s flipped you around.

“Hands and knees, brat.” His husky tone sends shivers down your spine, as his deft hands untie the little straps of your dress.

“Fuck… I thought you were in a romantic mood?” You murmur, looking back as he slips the dress up off your body, leaving you just in lacy panties. He sucks in a breath then, gripping the fat of your ass with his big hands.

“I can romantically do this.” He smacks you firmly with his palm, not too hard, just enough to have your pussy dripping. “My fiance is so bad today, after all I got her, and she’s still acting up?” He smacks you again.

“I love it all, promise. Mmm!” Satoru smacks you even harder, pulling your hair with his other hand, right at the base of your neck, shooting pleasure to your core, making you soak your panties even more. “I will be good, swear.”

“Mmm, you say that… but I don’t believe you.” He smacks your pussy then, and you jerk, sucking in a breath at the sting.

“Fuck!”

“You need to be a good little wife for me. Maybe I’ll just put babies in you, keep you in line, huh?”

“Misogynistic- ah!”

“What’s that? Can’t hear you.” He smacks you twice more, and fuck it feels so good, your legs shake violently as you’re soaked through, dripping past the sticky fabric to your inner thighs.

“That sounds… good, it sounds good.” You whisper instead, as vivid images fill both of your minds.

“Does it, having all my babies? You can dust the house you know.”

“Dust the house!”

“Mmm, I’ll still have cleaners, but I wanna watch you with a feather duster, some slutty maid outfit. Fuck.” You giggle, but it turns into a yelp as he smacks you on the backs of your thighs.

“Something funny, brat?”

“N-no, no Sir. It sounds… it sounds good. I’ll clean for you.”

“Will you? Hmm.” Satoru slides your panties down your already sore backside, and the cool air hits your throbbing cunt, and you flip then, on your knees, yanking him by his tie, throwing him off.

“Fuck me, please, please. Need you Toru.” You whisper, so pleadingly, and he moans then, as you shakily unbutton his shirt, sliding it down his shoulders, drinking in his beautiful, toned body. You run your fingers down his abdomen, watching him tremble under your touch. “Beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful, you, baby.” Satoru says, as you’re unbuckling his belt, and you slide down his boxers eagerly, moaning softly as you see him, so hard. You flick your tongue on his weeping pink tip, swollen, pearls of precum oozing out of the little hole, tasting him as he groans.

“Yummy.” You whisper, looking up at him now, hand wrapped around the base of his cock, your ring glinting as you stroke him. “Look how pretty it looks, with my hand wrapped-ah!” Satoru has you on top of him again, and you’re straddling his chest, whiplash with how quickly he’s spun you. “Toru!”

“Sit on my face, please… fuck, please.” He begs now, and you’re blushing, so nervous, as he’s pulling at your thighs.

“I wanna suck you!”

“You can do that too. Here.” He flips you around, dragging you by your hips, so that your mouth is aligned to his cock, your hair falling like a soft curtain down the side of your face, and you kiss his tip again, as you feel his breath on you. “Mmmn, want you to drip down my face.”

“But what if you… can’t breathe!? If I sit on you!” You whine, but he just pulls you down further, flicking a tongue up your slit.

“Oh baby if I gotta go, this is how I wanna die.” You brace yourself on the bed, your breasts against his abdomen, as his laugh makes you twitch, while he’s spreading your lips, tongue sliding deeper.

“Toru! Oh my God…” You’re dripping down Satoru’s face, bracing yourself up with one arm, as the other strokes his cock, and you flick your tongue on the underside of the ridge of his cock.

“I want my fiance to cum all over my face. Can you, baby?” He asks, and you nod then, earning his deep chuckle. “Then c’mere.”

He shoves your ass down, so you’re flush on him, and your mouth wraps around his cock, tongue swirling, as you moan. He’s so fucking thick and long, it’s always such a challenge, but you manage to get most of him in, his hands gripping the back of your thighs, and he’s bucking up, hips moving up and down, fucking your face as you whine around him.

Your saliva and drool slip down his length, down his balls, as you scream out your pleasure, and his tongue is working you over, so good, so fast, you can feel the pressure building up in your stomach. Satoru’s flicking the underside of your clit with quick strokes, as your eyes roll back, and you’re stroking him harder, faster, with your little hand.

“Fuck… y’feel so good, your throat baby.” He whispers, as he’s licking up all of your arousal that’s drooling out of your cunt, swirling around your clit, making you see stars.

“Oh god, Toru, oh god!” You’re close now, and he’s smirking against your pussy, you can feel it, as his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs.

“Want you to cum on me, lemme feel you pretty.” He smacks a kiss on there again, and you’re sucking harder now, you can feel his precum coating your mouth, and your tongue slathers over it, earning the softest whimper from Satoru Gojo’s pretty pink lips.

Now Satoru is groaning loudly, his tongue pushing into your hole, his chin pressing into your clit, and you’re just a puddle on his face, as your orgasm hits you like a truck. You scream around his cock, body spasming, as your cum leaks out, down his chin, and his eyes are closed, a smug expression on his face.

“Toru! Fuck!” You helplessly bury your head right next to his cock, as you cum so hard you can’t function, rocking through you in waves, as you’re soaking his face, and he’s lapping it up so hungry, making you feel so good it’s blinding.

“Good girl, you got so wet for me.” He says softly, and you whine out, nails digging into his strong thighs, your ass jerking as he smacks it, nipping it with his teeth playfully. “Niagra.”

“Hush!” You laugh, breathy now, as you try to suck him again, your arms are so weak and wobbly you can barely hold on to him to support yourself.

“Wetter than anyone, sweeter than anyone.” His words against your sensitive clit drive you insane. “Wanna ride me like this?”

“Um… yes? Yes.” He chuckles, and soon you’re straddling him your slick heat pressed against his length, and he’s pulling your by your hips, grinding your twitchy clit and your slit, making him groan, his grip so tight.

“Get up on your knees and put him in, baby.” You nervously do as he commands, as your fiance, professor (former!?), your Toru says. You take him by the base, and sink down on him, head thrown back at the stretch, feeling his thick tip gently press into your hole. “Oh fuck…”

“Toru! M’so weak…” He takes your hips in his hands again, pressing up and pushing you down, and he feels so fucking good, cock dragging your walls, that flutter around him, soaking him down to his thighs. “Ah! Ah… ah!”

“That’s it, good girl. S’good for me…” He urges you on, and you’re rolling your hips tentatively, raising up then sinking down, as one of his hands pulls on your hair, making your back arch. “There, baby, there. Just like that, you’re so good… s’good… mmm…”

His words are turned into breathy cries, as are yours, as you begin to ride him now, and fuck that view is killing him, as he watches your ass bouncing, your eager pussy taking his cock, making it dissappear. You’re pulsing around his cock then, as he presses in that cervix, you’re so tight he has to struggle not to cum, to bust right then and there.

You make him so sensitive it’s embarrassing, you feel so good he always has to mentally stop himself from busting. Sure, he can get hard again, but he wants to watch you cum as much as he can. His hands slide up your little jut of your waist, thumbs pressing into those dimples of your back, as he guides you up and down. And soon you’re doing it all on your own.

And fuck you’re doing good.

“Like this, Toru?” You whisper, rolling your hips then, grinding his tip on that cervix, and Satoru moans, biting his lips, cheeks flushing as you course pleasure through his veins.

“Just like that, baby, perfect.” At his praise you rock again, as you brace one hand on his thigh, bouncing up and down again, screaming out, as he pushes you forward, bringing you in the reverse cowgirl, he’s been fucking dreaming of with you. “Take what you want from me. Cum as much as you want.”

You whimper, fuck those sounds are so sexy, he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to hear them from your pretty lips forever. You balance yourself on the bed, raising your hips as he grips that perfect little ass, and he watches you pump up and down, soaking him so much, it’s dripping wet all over his stomach. You’re burying your head against one of his thighs, screaming out, shaking.

Satoru watches a creamy ring form on the base of his cock now, as you’re snapping your hips up and down, and he feels it, those walls tightening, and he knows you’re close. He slips a thumb in his mouth, pressing it right in that puckered little hole, and you cum right then, twitching thighs squeezing his hips as you do, as you make a mess of you both.

“Mmm, that’s it, cum all over my cock.”

“It’s s’good.. Toru… fuck!” You’re shaking with those aftershocks, as he presses deeper into your tight hole, and you’re so weak, limp. “I suck… c-can’t move.”

He laughs softly, you’re so cute. “Want me to take over?”

“Please, please.”

Satoru will do anything for you, especially pound your perfect little cunt, or any hole you want him in. He taps your ass gently, and you move a bit, as he gets to his knees, and puts a pillow under your pelvis, bringing you up to him better. You look back, your gorgeous eyes glazed over, dilated and cock drunk, fuck Satoru loves you like this, with drool down the side of your face.

He shoves his cock back in your entrance, watching your knuckles go white as you cling to his blankets, and fuck your ass looks so good like this, like some cute little heart he thinks. Got what isn’t adorable about you, from your sweet little whimpers, to your pretty face when it gets so fucked out, when those eyes roll back and your mouth goes slack.

When his cum pours out of your hole, and he thinks how cute you’ll be when you’re pregnant. Fuck no matter the day he had, which was a stressful morning, the love he has eclipses it all. He can be himself with you, he never has to pretend, he can love you so desperate and you match his energy, you are everything.

His hand slips down your spine, slowly brushing, he knows your skin gets so sensitive after sex and he loves to tease you. He gently smacks each ass cheek, covered in his red handprints, before pumping his cock hard in you, tip dragging along those little gummy walls, with clutch so tightly. You’re cumming again, head falling back, hair spreading down your back.

He pulls you by your hair just how you like, fuck he loves knowing your body, what makes you tick, what makes you lose it, he brings you up to your knees, cupping your chin delicately, and your glazed over eyes meet his. Your lips part, as your little hands cling to his wrist, as his hand cups you around your pretty little throat, his thumb feeling your pulse flutter.

“You’re mine, only mine, forever… aren’t you baby?” He asks, and yes, he’s desperate to hear it, to feel it, to know you’ll never leave him. You nod eagerly, tears in your glittery eyes.

Fuck you’re gorgeous crying.

“I’m yours, Toru, only yours.” You whisper, your voice hoarse from screaming out, from taking him down that tight throat. The muscles in your thighs tighten and contract as he presses up deep in your cunt, and your eyes threaten to roll back again. “Love you, love you, love you.”

Fuck.

Those words kill him, he feels his own emotion threaten, slamming his lips down on yours, so you wouldn’t see his tears, but you feel them, as your hips rock, and he wraps an arm around your waist. He finds your little pearl, twitching under his touch, as you soak his fingers now. He watches your ring glitter on your finger as you cling to him, as your head falls back against his chest.

“Toru! Toru!” You’re whining as he squeezes your throat, as he plays your clit, as you’re drenching every goddamn part of him, and fuck he loves it, fuck he loves you.

“Love you, baby, fuck I love you.” You’re crying more, tears running down the apples of your cheeks, all flushed from your exertions, and Satoru gets to do his favorite thing, watch his pretty, smart little law student fall apart.

Fuck this man has your every button pressed, it’s like he is a musician and knows every string, every pressure, every note, as he makes you cum blindingly, while squeezing your throat. You can’t see, it’s all fuzzy like you’re floating, as you silently cry out, losing oxygen and inhaling Satoru, as he becomes anything and everything, the air, the energy, consuming your body.

Exhausted from this orgasm, you weakly fall back, greedily sucking in several breaths when his long fingers let you go. You try to rock your hips again, and he slips out, making you cry out at the emptiness. He kisses down your neck, slipping his cock up and down your folds again, pressing your ass and slipping the tip in, and you moan at the stretch.

“Toru… that’s my…”

“Oh, I know. Fuck. You wanna try, baby?” You tremble, nodding shyly, and he smiles against your neck. “You’re the cutest.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask, and he shakes his head, spreading your ass cheeks further apart now.

“You’ll love it, I can tell. Here, suck on these for me.” He pops two fingers in your mouth now, and you spit all over them, swirling your tongue, as you feel his breath hot on your cheek. “You’re such a good girl.”

“Mmm.” You just whine out again, and then gasp when he’s pressing them inside your little hole, burning and stretching so good.

“Play with your clit for me, mmm, just like that. You know, like when you used to think of me.” He whispers, blowing the hair by your ear, as he pumps his fingers inside you, then his cock is back there, pressing, as you’re both on your knees. He wraps an arm around your waist as he presses inside, and he’s stretching you so much you can hardly take it.

Your hand slips off your clit, only for him to replace it, sliding deeper, kissing down your neck and biting. “Oh my… fuck… you’re too big!”

“Nah, you got this baby. Don’t you?” You are shivering in his grip as he presses in deeper, so deep, as he sinks two fingers in your cunt, and you can’t take it then, you’re a mess, because fuck it’s different but it’s good. “Feel so fucking good, god you’re so tight…”

“You’re… in? All the way?” He snorts, and it’s not reassuring, but he’s sliding out then back in, as he pumps his fingers in your pussy, filling both your holes so good you can barely take it, all the pressure in your tummy about to burst.

“I won’t go all the way this time. I’m half. You’re too tiny there.” You exhale, and feel him tense. “You feel so, so good.”

“Y-you too. I can’t move though.”

“You don’t have to. Just feel it.” Your eyes shut, as you feel the ridges of his cock sliding deeper into your ass, just a bit, making it burn, it feels so intense inside of you as he fingers your pussy, that you’re close, but it feels so different. You’re clinging to his arms that hold you, as he lifts and drags you down his length, and you’re clenching around him.

“Mmm!”

“That’s it, take what you can.” He orders, so husky, and you’re taking more of his thick length in your little hole while his fingers are drenched with how much arousal is pouring out all over his hand. “You doing okay?”

“Mmmhmm!” He exhales in relief, being so gentle with you it touches you.

“Cum for me, lemme feel you tighten down.” he orders then, and you do, cum so hard it’s blinding, as he’s shoved in just a little deeper, moving in shallow thrusts in your ass as you pulse around his fingers.

“Satoru!”

“Mmm… that’s it, fuck! Fuck… baby…” He’s moaning then, holding your hips with both hands after you’ve cum, then he bends you forward, spitting down your ass again, pulling out and swirling his tip in. “Can you take more?”

“No!” He chuckles, as you giggle into the blankets, and he’s slipping back in, stretching your tight ass hole so much, but it brings you close again.

“Can you take it quicker though I’m losing it.” You nod, earning his exhale, as he pumps quicker, still shallow, and he’s tensing behind you.

“Sensitive?” You tease, earning his soft laugh, as you feel his tip thickening in that tight entrance.

“Fuck yes I am, I’ve been all night with you. Every hole feels so good…. Mouth… pussy… ass…”

“Mmm…”

“Play that clit again. I want you to cum.”

“Already came too much.”

“Nah, don’t tap out.” He spreads your cheeks again, fucking deeper, making you grip the messy sheets, back arching, as you press back for more. “Like it there?”

“Yes, yes!” You slink a hand back down, so wet your hand can barely stay, finding a puffy clit so sensitive you cum again, and he pauses, shoving deeper, then sliding almost out, shoving in again, as you adjust, as you crave more of this insane feeling, as you’re shaking, trying to take him. “Toru!”

“Where… can I…”

“You wanna… cum in there!?”

“Fuck yes I do. But i can pull out.” You bite your lip then, peering back, at his pretty face, his brows together, his cheeks pink. He’s a mess just like you. His eyes lock on yours, and he leans forward over you, hovering, pulling your hair hard and earning a moan as you arch your ass up for more. “Tell me where, m’close baby.”

“You can… cum in there.” You’re blushing furiously, and he laughs a bit, before whimpering, fucking faster, and you’re screaming at how amazing he feels, how he’s tearing you apart.

“Fuck, cum again, please, please, baby…” He begs, and you let go, as he’s pressing your tummy in the mattress, and he finds your clit with long fingers, moaning his release in your ear as he brings you with him.

“Satoru!” You scream weakly, as he’s pumping his hot cum inside your hole, something you’ve never felt, coating it entirely, and his cock twitches and pulses as you pour so much cum down his hand, down his bed.

“Oh… my, fuck… baby girl…” He’s slowed now, gently pumping, and it starts to be too much, you’re wincing as the pain hits a bit more. He eases out, and then it really hits, and you’re hissing.

“Ow, ow, ow.” You feel tears prick your eyes, Satoru immediately pulls you to him, kissing you deeply, tongues dripping saliva as he hungrily devours your mouth.

“You okay? Too much?” He asks softly, caressing you and looking carefully into your eyes.

“Way too much. Good but…”

“We don’t have to again, I love your pussy so much. Promise. I thought…”

“No, I liked it. Um… but maybe not unless I get buzzed first. Ow.” He chuckles, easing out from behind you, kissing you again and again, pulling your body to him. “Mmm, I did like it, clearly.”

“I did too, but I don’t want you hurting.”

“No, you were gentle. It’s okay, Toru, just… ow.” He sighs, then stands up, picking you up in his arms.

“Let me run you a bath, yeah Fiance?”

“Yes, Fiance.”

Soon you are in Satoru Gojo’s big tub, he’d run a fragrant bubble bath for you, and he’s caressing your breasts, brushing thumbs down your sensitive nipples and making you cry out. You’re right between his thighs, letting the hot water run over both of you, as you look up at him, sleepily smiling at his perfect face, his white lashes dripping with the water, droplets on his pale skin.

“I can’t believe we’re getting married. It’s so insane. Satoru we’re both so fucking crazy.” He smirks, thumb brushing across your damp cheek.

“You knew I was crazy when you met me, brat. How ya feeling?”

“Much better. It’s throbbing though.” You wiggle a bit, earning the tightening of his hands around your breasts, feeling too good. “My pussy is sore too, no funny business, Sir.”

He snorts. “Pfft, yeah right, you’re the hornball.”

“Me!? You!”

“Mmm, you match my freak.”

“Do I now?” He nods, pecking kisses against your cheek, your temple, as he slides a hand to your tummy.

“Should show up and tell my parents I knocked you up.”

“Satoru!”

“What!? It would be fun.” You lift your hand, with the pretty ring glinting through the suds that fall down your hand. “You nervous?”

“Terrified of them. Like they seemed like… they’d really hurt me.”

He squeezes you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder, shaking his head. “I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, parents included. You’re everything to me, baby, fucking everything.”

“Oh, Satoru…” You turn in his arms then, clinging to him and kissing him so deeply, as you straddle him, sore pussy pressing on his hard length, as he looks up at you with emotions in those azure depths, his mouth in a tight line. “I know you will protect me. You’re my everything.”

“Don’t ever leave me, please baby.” You feel sobs wracking your body then, you shake your head, cupping his face, thumbs brushing over high cheekbones.

“I will never, ever leave you. I swear it. I am sorry I got so afraid, but I will be here no matter what. Because, Satoru, I love you more than anything in the world. In the universe, in any universe. You alone.”

He has tears falling now, and he pulls you down to him, moaning in your mouth, and he’s sliding his cock in you, making you gasp, as you’re so full. “Sorry baby I need you again, please, please.” He begs, whimpering softly, and you nod then, wrapping arms around his neck, sliding down and hissing at the stretch.

“Take me again, Toru. I’m yours.” He smashes his lips on yours, and he’s fucking you slow, hands running down your skin, nails softly raking your flesh as he’s sucking on the peaks of your breasts, shoving up so deep, and you’re cumming around him, as he starts thrusting harder into your sore little pussy.

“Never leave me. Please.” He’s so desperate, and so are you, to reassure him, to be one with him, as he fucks every worry out of your brain, as he fucks you so stupid in that tub, as you fall into those beautiful eyes.

“Never, Toru, never.”

You stand with Satoru Gojo the next day, in front of the insanely huge mansion his parents resided in, holding hands, as his thumb brushes over your knuckles so gently. You are so afraid, so terrified, and even Satoru is tense, but he’s right there, smiling down at you, that sexy lawyer, that sexy professor, that sexy fiance that he is, bright and brilliant.

“We got this, Shnookums. Ya ready?” You smile tremulously at the name, that silly name that makes you feel so loved, so full.

“I’m ready, Satoru. We do this together.” You squeeze his hand, and your eyes widen when the doors open.

Fuck, can you all get through this?

Chapter 13

#gojo smut #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo smut #satoru x y/n #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #lawyer gojo

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captain-bubble-wrap · 6 days ago

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Happy New Year!! Could you possibly do an imagine about kissing Q at midnight? Ty!!

10:43pm.

Was it really New Year's Eve already? It was incredible how quickly the year had flow. So much had happened between Quinn and yourself; some for the better and worse. Right now, things were bad again. Not between the two of you, but with the team and with his ability to stay healthy. After healing fully from the high-sticking, you thought Quinn was going to get back to his old self, sniping wristers from the blue line and stacking up points for a back-to-back Norris run. Sadly, he was looking at another two to three weeks of off-ice rest, not counting the time off during Christmas.

Quinn hadn't traveled to Calgary with the rest of the Canucks and you could feel the effects of Quinn not being with his boys while you sat beside him in his living room. He hadn't said a whole lot today, nor had you pressed him for conversation. If he wanted to talk, he knew you were available. Other than that, you had left him alone. However, it was nearing an hour from the new year and you were itching for something to do.

"Wanna get dressed up and take a walk downtown?" You turned toward him on the sofa, crossing your legs up under you. You weren't sure how your proposition was going to over, but you would remain hopeful nonetheless.

Quinn sighed deeply, "Not really. I'm not in a 'going out' mood. I'm sorry, sweetheart." He would look up from his phone and give you a sympathetic glance. It was all over his face that he had no interest in leaving his apartment that evening. Normally, you'd share that same sentiment, but New Year's was once a year, and it wasn't often that Quinn was home for the holiday. You just thought that maybe he would want something to get his mind off the raincloud over his head.

You both had watched the game together. He was tense the entire time, like he was on the bench and completely powerless to command this team. Everything was a struggle, but when they had finally tied it up there was some hope that they could still turn it around. Unfortunately, the score would end with a 3-1 Canucks loss and Quinn shaking his head. This was two games without their captain they would lose, and another two points they wouldn't be going home with.

Leaving him alone with his thoughts and whatever business he was doing on his phone, you tried to keep yourself awake and the collective mood in the apartment from completely going to shit. Watching any kind of movie was out, because you knew his mind would be elsewhere, but what could you do where it wouldn't be back in the arena, replaying plays and fixing errors? You'd pout as you bounced from idea to idea before you felt your stomach grumble.

"Wanna bake some cookies?"

This would cause him to put his phone down, like it had been the magic words he didn't know he needed to hear. "I'd actually love that."

You'd give him a warm, beaming smile before hopping to your feet and excitedly hurrying to the kitchen. Now, you nervously hoped that you actually had everything needed for cookies!

"What do you need me to do?" Quinn would ask, looking at you on your tip-toes, going through the cabinet before finally getting up to help you.

"Can you grab the eggs and butter? We should have enough eggs.... I hope so anyway!" You remarked nervously.

"Sure," he replied flatly, taking a moment to scan the interior of the fridge. "Anything else?"

"Nope! That's it for the cold stuff, thank you."

"Mhm."

Quinn would shuffle around to the island, taking a seat while you messed about, adding more and more ingredients to the space in front of him. You knew he was trying his hardest to come off as happy, but you knew he was having a hard time. You wouldn't press him to cheer up, and if he had wanted to go back to the living room, leaving you to finish them, it wouldn't have bothered you.

"Sorry I'm not much help," he mumbled, like he had read your mind.

"What? Oh, you're okay, baby! I'm glad you're here, that's enough!" Your smile had brought a little glimmer to his eyes while he continued to sit and watch. Quinn had been the only boyfriend you had had where just being in the same space with him brought you joy even if you were both doing different things. You could feel him watching you, making you smile more when you had your back to him. The slight squeak of him moving back his chair had been the only indication that he was on the move.

"What can I do to help?" He would say, snuggling in tightly to your body, making it near impossible to move anywhere.

You'd take a minute to think of what you could have him do, but you also didn't want to take him out of his comfort zone.

"Can you just keep doing what you're doing?"

"Just...holding you?"

"Mhm!" You giggled, reaching for the sack of flour and measuring cups, struggling to reach due to Quinn's grasp. "I'm not asking for too much, am I?"

"Not at all. I just feel guilty watching you do everything." His voice was low, and sprinkled with the sound of depression and anguish. You knew that's how he had felt watching the games he couldn't participate in: hopeless and useless.

"Well, I can't hold myself," you laughed, overlapping your hands on his at your waist. "You're doing a great job."

Quinn would playfully scoff at you giving him a verbal gold star, but deep down, he was so thankful that you didn't ridicule him when he got in these moods. He knew he could be so hard to deal with and the fact that you took every one of them at stride meant so much. Tonight was no different.

The minutes would tick by quickly as you measured numerous ingredients into varying bowls before finally combining them into one, homogeneous mixture resembling chocolate chip cookie dough. From time-to-time, Quinn would dip a single finger into the dough, and each time you would softly tap him on the hand.

"Baby!"

"Quality control test," Quinn teased.

"You've said that three times now! Don't make yourself sick!"

He would let his arms fall from around your body, when you hinted that you needed to move away from where you had been standing. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, having peppered you with delicate kisses the whole time you worked. How you loved having him home with you, just doing silly little domestic things like a normal couple did. However, having a partner like Quinn, and his profession, you never took the little things for granted.

"Okay, fifteen to seventeen minutes," you said, putting the filled pans into the already hot and ready oven. You'd set the timer and walk back to him as he leaned against the counter. Quinn smiled at you, taking your hands in his at his sides.

"Now we wait?" He asked, blinking slow, like he was fighting sleep despite being awake at this time rather often.

"Mhm, come on, baby. You look exhausted," you confessed, trying to drag him back towards the direction of the living room.

"I'm okay. I'm afraid if I sit down I'm going to fall asleep."

You acknowledged the truth in his words before another brilliant idea came to your mind. "Oh! I know! Wait right here, 'kay?"

Regrettably, you'd let go of his hands so you could cross the room and dim the kitchen lights to a low, golden glow.

"Alexa, play Moonlight Serenade," you'd ask, returning to Quinn's arms.

"Playing Moonlight Serenade, by Glenn Miller on Amazon Music."

Quickly, the apartment was filled with the crackling of a vintage record recording and the 1940s orchestra that was responsible. It was an easy enough waltz to sway to in the comfort of each other's company, there in the kitchen while the cookies bubbled and baked in the oven. Quinn would smile over your shoulder the whole time, having finally been able to shake off the feelings of failure.

"Everybody loves somebody sometime~," Dean Martin would croon through the apartment's speakers. "And although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you~

You couldn't help but giggle. It was like the song was saying what you were feeling and Quinn held the same sentiment. Silently, you two would continue to dance together to the love songs of old until the beeping of the timer pulled you apart. You'd both turn to see that the clock also read 12:00.

"Happy New Year's, baby," Quinn would say first, tipping your chip up towards his awaiting lips.

"Happy New Year's!" You replied, your lips just hovering next to his. The kiss was long, and sweet and everything you wanted to welcome in the new year with. Neither of you would let the other go for several minutes after, sharing multiple more affections until Quinn reminded you of the cookies.

"I'd really hate for your hard work to go to waste. We can always finish this later," he chuckled, pulling you in for one more heartfelt kiss.

"Well, we'll have another fifteen to seventeen minutes," you winked, taking the pans out of the oven. "Does that work for you?"

"Oh, absolutely."

#I RUSHED HOME AS SOON AS I COULD TO WRITE THIS TONIGHT!#IT'S CURRENTLY 2AM #thank you sweet anon!#happy new years to you too!#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes one shot #hockey imagine #hockey oneshot #hockey fanfiction #hockey fic

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ohdeerfully · 11 months ago

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Alastor and reader singing jazz songs together and then reader dips Alastor and he gets all flustered? Like maybe reader notices that Alastor is having a sad time (without frowning of course he always smiles) and sings to cheer him up and then they dance together. Just general fluff? Thanks for having open requests! Remember to drink water and eat a snack!

Yess yes!! My first request >:)) i hope this was fluffy enough and not TOO ooc!

Them There Eyes

Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: None here (:

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You knew Alastor better than you would care to admit. How come you, of all people, could tell when that ever-prominent smile he held was more strained than usual? You always noticed when his ears twisted slightly back, and when his brows wrinkled with an emotion he would never admit to feeling.

Was it that you knew him and just noticed these things? Or did he allow himself to loosen up his usual chipper façade around you? You honestly weren’t really sure, but you were definitely sure that something was not right with him as you watched him from the doorway of the radio tower he seemed to frequent more often lately.

He sat with his back against a red and black couch with an eye-themed pillow, one leg kicked up over the other and gently bouncing as he stared dismissively at the papers in front of him. His hands absentmindedly tossed that cane of his between his hands. You knew he was aware of your presence, probably long before you even entered the room. One couldn’t really sneak up on the famed Radio Demon. It was just strange that he had yet to acknowledge your presence.

Both of his ears flattened the slightest millimeter, but that was enough of a sign for you to finally enter the room, carefully stepping yourself to the side of the couch. You tilted your head and balanced on one foot as you tried to angle your body oh-so-inconspicuously in his line of sight.

With a look at his face, you saw that smile of his still stood strong against his sour mood, although it was a tight grin. Almost like a grimace. You straightened yourself out again and sat down on the arm of the couch, carefully not to get too close. You knew he tended to get claustrophobic, especially in this sort of state.

“Alastor,” You spoke, trying to make him acknowledge your existence. You saw that strain in his lips get even tighter, obviously not thrilled at you interrupting his brooding time. You remained silent, gently looking at him and watching the smallest movements of his ears, his lips, his eyes…

Finally, his red eyes closed and he heaved a sigh.

“(Y/N), as much as I take pleasure in your company…” He trailed, thinking about whether or not to shoo you away or let himself be so vulnerable in front of you. He decided neither option, and you watched as his whole demeanor changed in an attempt to stick that gleeful façade of his back up. “What prompted you to grace my evening with your presence?”

You knew better, obviously, than to believe that gleeful look on his face, especially after witnessing the state he was in literal seconds ago.

You eyed his perky grin. And that twitch of some sort of emotion that broke the corner of his lip. This guy… you thought, with a mental roll of your eyes.

With a motion for permission, which was given, you scooted down off the arm and next to him. Your fingers tenderly interlaced with his.

“You know,” You began, looking around the room and coming up with a scheme that was sure to put him in better spirits. His eyes followed your every move, flicking away from your face every now and then to see if there was anything of interest that had caught your eyes. “...I was listening to some songs on that old radio you gave me.”

This piqued his interest quickly. You could tell in the way his head tilted and his eyes squinted quizzically at you.

“I’m glad you are enjoying the gift, dearest,” He responded. The buzz of radio frequency in his voice was noticeably less prominent than usual, but it still stuck a tickling sensation to your skin. A sensation that had grown to be more comforting than irritating. “I assume there was something you enjoyed, to be bringing it up all of the sudden?”

“Yes,” You nodded at his question, a small hum of a sigh escaping your lips as you worked up some courage. “Stay here.”

Alastor obliged as you stood and took off down the hall. You were back only minutes later with said radio carefully gripped between your fingers.

Of course, seeing as it was a gift from the Radio Demon, the majority of the music the radio played was old jazz music. It was fun background noise usually, though, so you had quickly learned how to tune and play the thing.

You gently turned a nob, and then another, adjusting the frequency and volume of the radio. Alastor watched, a slight hint of admiration in his gaze as you fiddled with the gift he had given you. He couldn’t help but feel a greedy sense of pride knowing you liked it so much.

A tune began to play through the black mesh front, and you tugged on Alastor’s hand as an upbeat band got straight to the point in their song. You noticed a glint in the demon’s eyes and a genuine smirk quirking his lips.

You held each other’s hands, loosely jerking your arms and stepping towards, away, towards each other to the rapid tempo of the song. Alastor seemed to recognize the song, likely something from his own life, as he sang along to the voice in the radio. You were able to join in with your own makeshift humming.

You felt your chest inflate with the joy of seeing that genuine smile return to his face, and that recognizable crinkle in his eyes that you knew meant he wasn’t just putting up his usual front. Those eyes of his made your stomach flutter, especially when they looked down at you with a softness that only you knew.

He twisted you around him, and you rapidly stepped your feet in a circle to the song. You were starting to lose breath, but you ignored it for the sake of keeping up with the man in front of you. Who, unsurprisingly, had great stamina for this kind of thing.

Without thinking too much, with a trill of an instrument in the band, you stuck your leg between Alastor’s and curled your elbow and forearm over his waist, using your hand to push his torso down and against your leg, successfully dipping the vastly taller demon over.

The position was held for a moment, with your eyes locked on his widened. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He seemed barely winded. You wouldn’t dare point it out, but the gray color of his face had begun to dust with a warm blush as he was held precariously over your leg. At some point in the move, his hand had come up to grab the back of your neck. Prickling sensations rolled up and down at the feeling of his sharpened nails digging gently into your skin.

You inched your face towards his, watching his expression for any signs of rejection. When there wasn’t, you lightly pressed your lips against his, and you felt him grin against the kiss. He pushed himself up and on his feet, though maintaining a bent at the waist to keep his lips against yours.

How strange it was, you thought, being like this with one of the most feared overlords in Hell.

Breaking away, he straightened himself and smoothed down his clothes and brushed away imaginary dust. That smile of his was back, real this time.

“Why, what a treat you are, my dear!” He exclaimed, grabbing his cane from the couch and leaning on it as he crossed one leg over the other, examining your exhausted and slightly disheveled state.

Usually, you would take care to smooth down your hair and straighten out your shirt. Momentarily, though, you just cared to see that genuine look of happiness on your demon’s face. Not that Alastor cared about your current state, of course.

Another song began to play through the radio, and Alastor bowed and flourished his hand out towards you. You had only just caught your breath, but you took his hand again anyway and he tugged you towards him.

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #ohdeerfully #alastor is definitely ooc #but thats ok #i also could not find a good jazz song for the life of me #i dont proof read

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toadontoadstool · 2 years ago

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They try to take something and you put it in your bra

Characters: Eren Yaeger, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer

Warnings: None, but if you don't have breasts or have small ones just pretend for this (☞ ᐛ )☞

Notes: This is the first bit of fan fiction I've ever written (other than some wattpad stories when I was 15 lol) so enjoy and please excuse any mistakes or bad writing. (*´∇`)ﾉ

Also this is a reader insert but y/n isn't used.

Eren Yaeger

You were sitting on the couch just trying to relax and read a book when Eren has to go and ruin your tranquility. He has a small bouncy ball and is throwing it against the wall which is making a very annoying banging noise.

"Can you stop?" You ask your annoyance clear in your voice. "Why, I'm not doing anything wrong." he says nonchalantly. "But you're making a noise and it's distracting me."

He continues to throw the bouncy ball against the wall.

"Could you maybe do that somewhere else?" He stops and pretends to think for a moment. "Nah, this is the perfect wall for bouncing a ball. You can go read somewhere else." You sit up straighter in your chair. "I was here first." You say but he just ignores you.

"Fine then." You stand up and walk over to him. He pauses for a moment looking at you, confused as to what you're doing. When he throws the ball again you catch it and go sit back down. "Hey, give that back." He says trying to take it from you.

"Nope. I asked you nicely to stop or go somewhere else but you insisted on continuing to annoy me." You say as you put the bouncy ball between your breasts and in your bra.

"Unbelievable." Eren rolls his eyes and walks away with a slight blush on his face to go find something else to do.

Levi Ackerman

"Alright, give it here." Levi says holding his hand out for you to give him the button that had fallen off of his shirt. You have no interest in keeping his button but decide to play around with him a little. "No thanks. I think I'm gonna keep it." you say holding the button up and inspecting it pretending that it's an extremely interesting item.

"What? Why on earth would you want to keep it? It's a button, MY button to be exact." He tries to take the button away from you but you quickly dash away and start running circles around his desk with him chasing you. (Yk just like when your older sibling chase's you and you're running for your life)

Eventually he gets tired of your little game and just hops over the desk. You stop dead in your tracks almost having a heart attack.

"Hand it over." he says with an unamused expression. In a moment of panic and with the fact that you don't want to surrender you stick the button between your breasts and safely into your bra.

He lifts up an eyebrow and stares at you in disbelief. "Seriously? That's extremely immature of you." he says looking away as his cheeks are dusted with a slight pink. "I'll just use a spare button." He grumbles going to fix his shirt.

Congratulations! You actually beat him and got to keep his button, which is basically useless to you.

Jean Kirschtein

"Give that to me." Jean says while trying to grab a small piece of paper from you with a horrible looking drawing of him on it.

"No way!" You say running away from him as he chases after you trying to grab it. You giggle as you run away but you get so distracted that you accidentally end up cornering yourself.

You turn around quickly to see Jean looming over you. "Gotcha" he says reaching for the paper and in a moment of quick thinking you shove the drawing down between your breasts. He freezes and stares at you while his face starts turning red.

"Ha, try getting it now!" You say with a proud look on your face. Jean glares at you and turns away mumbling how he's gonna get payback later.

Armin Arlert

It's a rainy day and you're sitting inside bored out of your mind. You see Armin sitting in the corner of the room scribbling something down on a piece of paper. You decide to go see what he's up to since you have nothing better to do.

"Hey Armin, what are you doing?" He jumps a little at your unexpected presence. "Oh nothing. I'm just writing a poem." he says shyly. "Can I read it?" You ask putting your hands together pleadingly. "It's... not really that good." he says rolling his pencil between his fingers.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad!" You lean over and take the piece of paper from him. "Wait" he says "it's not finished yet" he tries to take it back. "Just let me read what you've done so far." You say holding the paper away from him.

"No, wait, please" he says reaching for the paper again. You quickly put the piece of paper between your boobs and cross your arms. "Why don't you want me to read it?" you pout at him.

Armin freezes up and his face goes as red as a tomatoe. "I- uh uhm..." He looks down at his feet with embarrassment. "I'll let you read it when I'm done. I promise." He looks at you with a pleading look. "Alright" you sigh out while handing him back the piece of paper.

"Thank you." He says and goes back to his corner still a bit flustered.

(The poem he was writing may or may not have been a love poem 😉)

Connie Springer

You were walking in the streets with Connie when he spotted a coin on the floor. "Oh yeah, jackpot!" he happily exclaims as he bends down to grab it when you suddenly swoop in and snatch it off the ground. "Thanks" you say with a cheeky grin. "I spotted it first it's mine!" he says trying to grab the coin from you. "Finders keepers!" you tauntingly say waving the coin around before dashing off with it.

"Exactly I found it!" He yells running after you.

You eventually get tired from all the running that you stop. You're now standing face to face with Connie and it looks like something from one of those cowboy movies. He wiggles his fingers at his sides as you both glare at each other. If this were a movie there would definitely be that classic showdown music playing.

He lunges forward to grab the coin but you dodge him and quickly tuck the coin safely into your bra. "What!? That's not fair!" he yells face heating up from embarrassment. You shrug your shoulders and walk away with a satisfied smirk on your face.

I hope my writing wasn't too bad. My requests are open if you want me to write anything. Also I might make a part 2 to this with other character if it does well. (´^ω^`)

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thatruperson · 1 year ago

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I'm Glad It Started Raining

Happy Holidays to @hananono !! I was your Secret Spirit gifter this year! I hope you've had a great year and an even better one next year! You asked for for tft SeriRei, happy/silly Serizawa and fun outfits! I tried to combine them. I hope you all enjoy this little ficlet. :) Thanks for hosting @mp100secretspirit ! ~~~~~~~~

The rain came on unexpectedly and they ducked into a shop, cursing their luck, not really paying attention to what it was. He looked around curiously. Odd clothes and accessories littered the place, along with rolls and rolls of cloth stacked atop each other and photos of families and couples. Before he could ask Reigen what he thought the place might be, an employee appeared and gave them her best customer service smile. “Welcome to Photopalooza! We’re having a Rainy Day sale, 20% off all our photo packages! Would you be interested in looking them over?” She hands them each a pamphlet.

“Er…” He says as he blinks down at the shiny laminated sheet in his hand. He’s five seconds away from apologizing and saying they’re there by mistake when he sees Reigen bouncing on his toes. “Ooooh, Katsuya, check this one out!” And then there’s a pamphlet that is way too close to his face. He pushes Reigen’s hand back a bit so he can see the one he’s pointing at. “Fantasy Playplace Package: Be the Hero or Villain of Your Own Story!” He reads it off dutifully. He blinks. “What?” When he meets Reigen’s eyes he has that gleam that tells him he’s excited by whatever this place is and the man waves a hand around dramatically. “Forget the movie! We can see that anytime. This is fate, Katsuya! We don’t have any photos of just the two of us! Let's fix that here and now!” That is true…Most of their photos together included the kids or clients or his Mother. He takes another look around the shop with new eyes. He smiles, warming up to the idea. “Yeah, sure, why not!”

Ten minutes later a very pleased employee, happy for her sales commission, shows them to a room. There are a few heavy looking trunks and she explains that they’re filled with various costumes and props. She then cheerfully explains how to change the backdrop and the various buttons to press to change the camera settings and timer. “Just call for me if you need assistance, sirs. And remember, if you break anything it gets added to your bill.” With that said, she’s gone.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” He says, thrumming with excitement as he pulls out a costume from one of the trunks and looks it over. “Neither have I!” Reigen says, holding up a pink, flouncy princess dress to himself with a grin. “I definitely want to see you in one of these.” He snorts a laugh. “I haven’t worn a dress since I was seven, ‘Taka, that’s all yours. Besides, I don’t think they’ll carry one of those in my size.” “These things don’t count as dresses.” Reigen scoffs. “It’s a costume! Theater!” He strikes a dramatic pose. “Is the size thing the only thing holding you back?” He chuckles at Reigen’s antics. “Well, when you put it like that, I suppose so…” “Great!” The blond replies and is sticking his head out the door and calling for help before he can change his mind. Soon enough, the employee has brought them an equally pink and somehow even frillier dress than the one Reigen had held up earlier. “Wow, you really do have one in my size…” He says in surprise. She laughs and hands it over. “Of course! The only demographic that rivals little kids in wanting to wear one of these for photos are grown men having a good time!” His smile broadens as Reigen says, “See? What’d I tell you!” He places one hand on his chest and throws the other up in the air. “Theater knows no gender boundaries!” They quickly pull the dresses on and help each other zip up. They take one good look at each other in the cheap, plasticky dresses before collapsing on each other in laughter. “Oh my gosh, we look like off brand Barbies.” Reigen wheezes against him and they spiral into laughter again. They complete their looks with conical hats that strap beneath their chins and take a few pictures like that, acting regal in one, undignified in another, before he tosses his off and puts on a dragon suit and chases Reigen around the room, the other man shrieking in as high a pitch he can manage. Things quickly devolve from there. “Oh my god, ‘Taka.” He pulls out a lightsaber from one of the trunks. “We gotta do this one.” They bicker for a while over who is going to play the sith and who will play the jedi. Katsuya refuses to play rock, paper, scissors as he still hasn’t figured out how Reigen always wins that game. But Katsuya wins in the end with his superior puppy eyed look and gets to play the jedi like he wanted. They don their robes and set the camera to take multiple pictures as they recreate their favorite scenes, yelling and whacking each other with the cheap lightsabers. It turns out Reigen is scarily good at laughing like Emperor Palpatine and he feels justified in making him play the sith. After that they take a stab at being mimes, completely failing at being silent. “What are you doing?!”

He laughs at Reigen’s exasperated face. “I’ve lasso’d you and I’m pulling you in, obviously!” Reigen rolls his eyes but grins and pretends to be pulled into him. Katsuya rewards him with a kiss that would have continued longer had the timer signifying the end of their booking not gone off. They stand at the front of the store in their normal clothes once again, the sun shining in through the window as if it had never rained at all. They laugh as they browse through the photos they took and choose their favorites, adding silly special effects before printing them out to keep. They choose one of the classic photobooth strip layouts, and print out three copies. One for each of them and one for the office. He thinks the professionalism of them dressed as princesses and things is debatable but Reigen disagrees and says it adds a fun element to their office and well…he can’t really deny that. He can still feel the residual joy bubbling up inside him as they leave the shop hand in hand. He brings their joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to Reigen’s knuckles. “I’m glad it started raining.”

#secret spirit 2023 #SeriRei #tft SeriRei #MP100 #MP100 Fanfiction #MP100 Fanart #For Hananono #You can also find this on AO3 under the same Title

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loopadoop · 13 days ago

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(You look at your new whip. True to the name, it certainly looks rather festive with all of the shades and frills, although you can't recognize what holiday it's festive for. Then again, you haven't celebrated any which holiday in a while, so you'd fall short for any number of them you think. Still, the gift from someone else celebrating it is a good gestu-)

*biff* Ack! What th- (Your train of thought is derailed by something soft bouncing off your head. You look around and quickly find a small drawcord bag to your left with a note attached to it.) Hm, no bird carrier for this one? *shrug* Oh well, can't muster the effort every time I suppose. (You pick up the bag , pull the note off, and give it a read aloud.)

"Hi there Loop. You don't know me, but like the other folks I know a good bit about you. It's simpler for me not to use a bird to send stuff to you, but I won't dull you with the explanation as to how. I just wanted to give you a gift of my own while the holiday on our end is still going on. The contents of the bag aren't anything extravagant, but I'm sure you and Soupe will find your worth with these. Hope your end of the festivities go well, what little there may be. - T."

Well thank you "T" for sparing a thought and a gift for your little known-about star. I guess I'll go ahead and see what "interesting" thing is in the special bird-less delivered bag~. (You reach into the bag, grab the first thing you touch, pull it out and... find out it's you. Well, a stuffed toy version of you anyways, but it's got all the correct features: the lightless body with stars specked about, a star in the center of the chest, the spiky darkless head, the whole 9 yards. You can notice it faintly glowing - nothing like a normal light, but it's glowing all the same. You stare your plush facsimile in the eyes, wondering the logistics of it, but then you remember all the other oddities that you've seen.)

... Personally I don't think I can get much use out of something like this, but it would be rude for me to just cast such a gift aside - no telling how much effort went into it. I'll keep it around in case my own thoughts fail to be proper company.

(You got a Plush of You! You set it next to your prior stuffed animal. Now there's two you & bird duos here under the favor tree, isn't that fun~?)

(Speaking of birds, the note did mention Soupe. Let's see if- Yep! there's something else in the bag: a star pendant on a small bead necklace. The star matches the one on your own chest.) Wow, really hitting the nail on the head with this accessory. Oh well, so long as Soupe doesn't mind it I guess I have no objections.

(You got the Star Pendant. You hold it in front of Soupe's head, and let them stick their head in the necklace themselves. It fits with little issue or need of adjusting.)

If this keeps up, you'll have your own chest of garments to lug around. Thanks again for your special gifts "T". I'd suggest working on your sign-offs for letters, but I digress. Best wishes for you fine folks who're celebrating something~.

#loopadoop #loop gifts #isat rp blog #isat loop #isat #isat rp blog act 1 #soupethebirde #[wanted to give them their own plush when I first got it myself but this is more fitting a drop for it.]#[Anywho Merry Christmas or whatever you happen to celebrate.]

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mooncake18 · 2 years ago

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Interview (Evan Peters X Reader)

summary: You are doing press at Comic Con for AHS and fans start asking some personal questions to Evan and you.

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Everyone explodes in laughter after Evan was telling a story of something that happened on set. We were doing interviews for the first season of AHS where we played the characters of Tate and Violet, somehow we ended up at Comic Con with a panel full of casts and directors.

“So ya i would say that pranking each other definitely made the set memorable.” Evan added as everyone started to calm down. Evan looked over at me and saw that I was getting a bit anxious, the panel had just started and I knew that I would have to answer some burning questions our fans would ask. He quickly drew up a small stick figure with his thumb up writing ‘you’ve got this!’. I laughed quietly and looked up at him mouthing a ‘thank you’ before he winked looking back at the crowd.

“Hi my name is Lucy, this question is for (Y/N),” The young girl started but i was internally freaking out. I started bouncing my leg up and down which was something I usually do because I could never sit still. Evan knowing this put his hand softly on my knee and rubbed up and down my thigh to get it to stop bouncing. “How was this show the same or different then other roles you have played?” The girl looked a bit nervous to be up at the microphone so I gave her a soft smile before speaking. “What an amazing question, I would say that this role has been very different from some other roles I have played. Not only did this show have more adult themes, it was definitely more bloody than I am used to,” I chuckled softly before continuing. “I have always been the friend or the small love interest of the protagonist so it was an amazing experience to be picked for such a remarkable character. Of course I love all of my films but this cast and crew has made my whole life have a different meaning and I am so thankful again for being picked as Violet.” I ended the comment and everyone around me smiled. Viven shot me a smile and wrapped her arm around my shoulder giving me a side hug. The next person to come up was another girl but looked to be about the same age as me and Evan.

“Hi huge fan, I have a question for Evan and (Y/N),”She began as me and evan listened in.

“What was it like to be playing on a third movie together in a more personal relationship on the show?” Evan thought for a second as I did the same. Evan and I were both in the films ‘Sleepover’ and ‘Kick-Ass’, we weren't in a lot of scenes together but off camera we would talk all the time. If I am being honest I have seen Evan in ‘the days’ and fell in love. I thought he was the hottest, so when I saw him on the set of ‘Sleepover’ I was over the moon. Of course he didn't know this but watching him play such a nerdy character always made me laugh. We had gotten each other's emails but I was always way too embarrassed and shy to ask him to lunch. We finally met again on the set of ‘Kick-Ass’ where I played the love interest of the lead. We automatically recognized each other and acted as though we had just seen each other the other day. We would always eat lunch and hang out whenever we could. However the same as before when production was done we stopped talking. It was almost like a miracle when I found out we would be on another project together. I was a bit scared to be love interests, hell ya but I tried to be cool about it.

“Geez um i would say of course it was and always is a pleasure filming with (y/n) i mean what a girl,” he winks at me and smirks and i roll my eyes and smile back. “In all honesty I was happy to be playing a character who had a lot of screen time with (y/n), we connected so well on the other films and I was disappointed to not have more scenes with her,” He continued to answer the question as I stared at him. “I remember on ‘kick-ass’ when she played Katie all i could think about was how lucky Aaron was for being her love interest. I was way too scared to admit that I sorta got a small crush on her on the set of ‘sleepover’, but how could I not. This girl helped me much more than she realizes and I could never have asked for a better partner… in the show of course.” When he finished his sentence he had his goofy smile, a tint of red spread across his cheeks. I had been biting back a smile the whole time and so when he finally looked at me I was stunned. I kept my biting lip in a smile and looked away finally smiling fully in a blushing mess.

“U-Um I’m sorry what was the question?” I asked all giddy as everyone collectively laughed again. Of course all the fans were cheering and god the amount of videos being taken was absurd but i didn't care. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a smirking Evan pleased with the embarrassed mess he made of me. God the things you do for a dumb crush.

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Hi this is my first time posting and I have no idea how to make a fanfiction so sorry for any mistakes. I can never find any Evan Peters X Reader fanfictions, so I though might as well write one. If you know of any good ones please put the names in the comments. Thank you

#evan peters #evan peters fic #evan peters x reader #evan peters ahs #ahs fandom #american horror story #murder house #ahs murder house

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rjavenuru · 1 year ago

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WIP GAME!

"black unicorn" has me very intruiged 👀

Black Unicorn is the story of Ardor de las Montañas, the... well... black unicorn. He is created by a necromancer from volcanic fire and the corpse of a white unicorn as a soulless harvester of life blood for the necromancers magic. One night the volcano erupts again and the necromancers magic and the horrific thunderstorm and molten rock create a magical explosions which awakens a soul in the created creature. Horrified by the memories of his deeds he breaks his reins and flees from the necromancer. For a long time he hides in a dark forest until one day he meets Pequeño, a mandrake in the shape of a child, a servant to a witch who was murdered. The created creatures without masters set out on a journey to avenge the murder of Pequeños creator and ward.

She had only gone a short way when she saw something in the faint light slipping between the trees. She saw the lower half of a face and slender fingers playing a wooden flute. A couple of intrepid sunbeams came hurtling through the thick canopy and bounced off a boot as polished as the kings crown. Something seemed strange to her but she couldn’t quite see through the trees. The flute player stopped and put the flute down. “I can see you, child,” he said with a deep voice. There was music in his voice as well which seemed to echo through the forest. The girl swallowed. “Will you eat me? Cause if you want to eat me I must warn you that I am poisonous. I’m not actually a child, I’m a mandrake.” The flute player laughed. “I have no interest in eating you, child.” The girl peered into the trees. Between them a small glade was being illuminated by the morning sun which made it harder for her to see him sitting on a fallen log where it was darker. “Why are you hiding in the dark? Are you scary?” She could just make out a grin. “What is a mandrake doing all alone in this big forest?” he asked back. “I asked you first,” the girl replied. “Fair enough,” the flute player said and jumped off the log. As he stepped into the light in the glade the girl let out a small gasp and shrunk back into the dark on her side of the pool of light. She realised quickly why it had been so hard to see him in the dark. All his clothes were black: his shiny boots with their pointy toes, his tight fitting pants, his sash tied into a knot at the back, his shirt with two pairs of cufflinks and his tunic. He had black hair sticking into the air like a mane, his eyebrows and long eyelashes were black and he had black paint around his white eyes like some kind of mountain savage. But the blackest of all was the horn in his forehead, sticking almost half a metre into the air. It looked like it was made out of melted black rock. It had a kink in the middle as if it had grown around something and there was a crack in the top of it. She thought she could see something red in the crack but she wasn’t sure. Of all this though what she found the strangest was that he was wearing what could only be described as a bridle with a metal ring around the base of his horn and straps going down across his nose and the back of his head. From two smaller rings on the side of his face hung two straps which looked like torn reins. “What are you?” she whispered. “I am a black unicorn. Ardor de las Montañas, at your service,” he said with a big smile and bowed. She thought she saw a flash of fangs. “You are scary,” she said. “Thank you.” “But you’re not black,” she continued. “Why are you a black unicorn?” He kneeled down in front of her. “What colour is this?” he asked and pointed at his horn. “Uh, black,” she replied. “There. Black horn, black unicorn. That’s all there is to it.”

#wip #black unicorn #mandrake #created creatures #necromancy #witches #a quest for revenge

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vinegar-on-main · 1 year ago

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you are now legible the very first inbox fic i wrote!!!!!! featuring two of my faves (vanessa and lute) being goofy in chapter 11 :]

"LUTE!"

Vanessa had just barely ducked her head in time to dodge a fireball that nearly careened with her skull, which thankfully only struck the revenant directly behind her, and was now facing the culprit: a purple-haired mage, hand extended in a clear post-fireball-hurtling position.

“Yes?” Lute responded flatly, as if she hadn’t nearly just torched her pegasus knight companion.

“Could you perhaps exercise a little more caution with your magic?!”

Lute simply shrugged in response. “If you weren’t in the way, I wouldn’t have almost hit you. Perhaps you should be more aware of your surroundings. And besides, you dodged it just fine! So, no harm done.” She quickly moved past a bewildered Vanessa to inspect the remains of the monster.

Vanessa simply could not understand that girl. She was hard enough to read as-is, but this interest of hers only made her more confounding.

Anytime a battle included any sort of skeleton, gargoyle, or some other affront to the Goddess, she would always insist she take place in it. She didn’t do it to smite them from the land for some sort of holy purpose, like L’Arachel seemed to, however. She just… wanted to be near them? Perhaps? Vanessa decided now was as good as a time as ever to get some answers.

“What exactly do you find so… fascinating about those creatures, Lute?” Vanessa questioned, breaking Lute’s apparent deep concentration. “What isn’t there to find interesting about them? You’re telling me the prospect of a stone statue gaining life or a skeleton rising from its grave to wreak havoc doesn’t deserve any sort of looking-into?” She curtly responded.

Vanessa quickly snatched the javelin back from Lute’s hands, much to her disappointment, and just as swiftly dispatched the monster, before turning back to the (apparently) aspiring pickpocket. “You’re spending a bit too much time around Colm, I think. He’s rubbing off on you.”

Lute simply gave a mischievous grin as she mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and went right back to looking through the remains of the smoldering revenant. “…What are you looking for, anyways?” Vanessa questioned as she peered over Lute’s shoulder. “Or do you just dig through monster corpses for f-“ She suddenly earned a shush from Lute, who had apparently found what she was looking for.

“This is an Anima crystal! According to a tome I read, it’s the very source of what gives the monsters their life! This is-! I need to show Artur!” As soon as she finished that sentence, she shot to her feet and dashed off towards Artur, practically bouncing up and down as she showed him her ‘find’. He seemed equally fascinated in it. Strange as Lute’s interests might be, as long as she was having fun, there was no harm to it, Vanessa supposed. And she had to admit, the brief explanation over the crystal did pique Vanessa’s curiosity over just how these creatures work… perhaps she could ask Lute about it… preferably when they aren’t in the middle of clearing out a fort full of said monsters, of course. As Vanessa quickly mounted her pegasus to answer Neimi’s shouts for assistance, she felt like she understood the purple mage a little better now.

Vanessa and Lute have reached support rank C

That was adorable I love that!!! Lute is so normal about Creatures!!!

#asks #inbox fic #fire emblem #fe8 #fire emblem sacred stones #sacred stones

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selfdiagnosedeyemotif · 1 year ago

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“LUTE!” Vanessa had just barely ducked her head in time to dodge a fireball that nearly careened with her skull, which thankfully only struck the revenant directly behind her, and was now facing the culprit: a purple-haired mage, hand extended in a clear post-fireball-hurtling position. “Yes?” Lute responded flatly, as if she hadn’t nearly just torched her pegasus knight companion. “Could you perhaps exercise a little more caution with your magic?!” Lute simply shrugged in response. “If you weren’t in the way, I wouldn’t have almost hit you. Perhaps you should be more aware of your surroundings. And besides, you dodged it just fine! So, no harm done.” She quickly moved past a bewildered Vanessa to inspect the remains of the monster. Vanessa simply could not understand that girl. She was hard enough to read as-is, but this interest of hers only made her more confounding.

Vanessa hated fighting monsters. The inhumane screeches they made upon death, the utter ruthlessness in their strikes, and their tendency to appear in vast hordes… she would count herself lucky if she never had to take a step into the creature-crammed floors of the Tower of Valni again, frankly. And yet, for some reason, Lute was utterly fascinated over these creatures. Anytime a battle included any sort of skeleton, gargoyle, or some other affront to the Goddess, she would always insist she take place in it. She didn’t do it to smite them from the land for some sort of holy purpose, like L’Arachel seemed to, however. She just… wanted to be near them? Perhaps? Vanessa decided now was as good as a time as ever to get some answers. “What exactly do you find so… fascinating about those creatures, Lute?” Vanessa questioned, breaking Lute’s apparent deep concentration. “What isn’t there to find interesting about them? You’re telling me the prospect of a stone statue gaining life or a skeleton rising from its grave to wreak havoc doesn’t deserve any sort of looking-into?” She curtly responded.

“That’s… fair, but then why do y-“ Vanessa’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted when she noticed the distinct lack of her javelin in her hands. “Where did it- LUTE!” Her answer came all to quickly as she swiveled around to see Lute prodding at a nearby skeleton with said javelin, giggling slightly as she pushed it away with the blunt end of the stick. Said skeleton was clearly not enjoying this as much as Lute was, as it wildly tried to swing at her with its (mercifully) short sword. Vanessa quickly snatched the javelin back from Lute’s hands, much to her disappointment, and just as swiftly dispatched the monster, before turning back to the (apparently) aspiring pickpocket. “You’re spending a bit too much time around Colm, I think. He’s rubbing off on you.” Lute simply gave a mischievous grin as she mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and went right back to looking through the remains of the smoldering revenant. “…What are you looking for, anyways?” Vanessa questioned as she peered over Lute’s shoulder. “Or do you just dig through monster corpses for f-“ she suddenly earned a shush from Lute, who had apparently found what she was looking for.

Lute rooted around in the mush for a brief moment (thank the Goddess she had gloves on, at least) and pulled out a small, dark crystal that was seemingly buried quite deep in the creature’s burnt remains. She held it in her hands and marveled at it, as if it was a diamond. “Do you know what this is?” Lute asked excitedly as she turned to Vanessa, who was, admittedly, curious. She shook her head. “This is an Anima crystal! According to a tome I read, it’s the very source of what gives the monsters their life! This is-! I need to show Artur!” As soon as she finished that sentence, she shot to her feet and dashed off towards Artur, practically bouncing up and down as she showed him her ‘find’. He seemed equally fascinated in it. Strange as Lute’s interests might be, as long as she was having fun, there was no harm to it, Vanessa supposed. And she had to admit, the brief explanation over the crystal did pique Vanessa’s curiosity over just how these creatures work… perhaps she could ask Lute about it… preferably when they aren’t in the middle of clearing out a fort full of said monsters, of course. As Vanessa quickly mounted her pegasus to answer Neimi’s shouts for assistance, she felt like she understood the purple mage a little better now.

first of all, i love what you did with the coloured text. theres a level of life that it adds to the story that i've never considered before (but will most certainly be adding in future inbox fics)

and also it's just... such a fun way to play these two characters. straight man-funny guy is a classic trope for a reason, and you gave it a fun twist with lute's flatter tone and less emotive personality!

#this is great i love it very much #i never actually used vanessa in my fe8 playthrough cuz im a bloody optimizer and didnt like her growth rates #and honestly thats a shame #if shes as fun in the game as she is here #then i was missing out #and the void screameth back #beantothemax #inbox fic

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punkscowardschampions · 1 year ago

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Tancy Pt.3

Teddy: [when you’ve clearly bit your tongue about all this and his ow sort of noise is giving hers from before but way more indecent ‘look what you made me do’ sticking it out not only so she can see it’s all puffy and ridiculous but also to let all his spit fall and hit her wherever it is going to depending where her face and head are positioned at the time with no fucks given to the carnage that’ll cause]

Nancy: [pouting up at him so big, letting his spit fall all over your face and hair before you’re quickly kissing his tongue better, at first doing the quick pecks you would do, pinching his tongue as far out of his mouth as you can, holding it in place before your pecks turn into more extra kisses before you are washing your tongue over his, finally letting go with your fingers so you can suck it into your mouth as hard as you can, still maintaining pouty eye contact like is that better?]

Teddy: [we all know damn well he’s giving her heart eyes the entire time but they are never bigger than when he bites her tongue the first chance he gets, in retaliation as if it was only all her fault he did his and nothing to do with him, unable to not start moving again when he has because of whatever reaction he gets in response]

Nancy: [when the little cry you do is as needy as the way you bounce yourself, purposefully lowering yourself directly onto his knee so it hits harder, can pretend you’re moving away from him because he bit you but you can see in the EYE CONTACT being maintained that we’re obsessed with it]

Teddy: [we love to see it all, not to mention hear that, hold onto her so she doesn’t fall off this knee while you’re both wilding out with it because really gotta do the most as soon as she’s there and that idea is in both their heads, catch him also fully spitting into her mouth as hard as he can from the distance there is, as if he’s really launched his head back and entered a spitting contest with the force of it he’s trying to give, without actually moving anywhere but closer]

Nancy: [when you throw your own head back to MOAN that dramatically about this, the way the spit is literally going to be gargling in your mouth before you’re letting it run out, smearing it over your face in a similar fashion to how you licked his, all the while absolutely dying over how this new position feels ‘this is a new game’ as something you eventually get out, disjointed from the erratic breathing and noises you’re holding back just about]

Teddy: [living for the entire spectacle, obvs, holding her face so dramatically when it’s all spitty and gross because you absolutely have to, stroking her throat with as much !! like she needs help to swallow or get the words out or breathe when really again you just wanna spread this around further, holding it too when you’re sure she’s finished her sentence, to feel what she isn’t saying and the noises she’s trying to keep in ‘I’d hate for you to want to stop playing’ like gotta keep these games new and fresh and you both interested, which is true in fairness]

Nancy: [nodding as a way to further how he’s holding your throat, with how hard you’re writhing, it’s going to be the only way he’s holding you and you’re about that and the precariousness of it all, obviously ‘I don’t’ because not what we were saying even when we had every intention of walking out the door and not ending up here again]

Teddy: [thank god it’s not easy to accidentally kill someone by choking them to death because he’s only holding her throat harder about this as if she said she gotta leave rn immediately because can’t help but be THRILLED that she doesn’t want to and hence we’re losing control a little bit, I say as if y’all weren’t already out of control haha, but he’s all about keeping her right here and exactly this feral]

Nancy: [wouldn’t complain even if we could and that’s being made so obvious with the heart eyes we’re giving you, even if our face is an absolute red mess, we care not, putting our hand over his in the way we did earlier like remember this]

Teddy: [as much as I’d love for you to deal with some actual consequences for once in your life hun killing this gal is not how, just live your best lives, nobody is dying today, not literally anyway, put her other hand on your crotch for that reminder as well though cos it’s fine if you die in that sense]

Nancy: [there’s plenty opportunities for both of you to get into perilous situations because of your unhinged behaviour but we won’t choose right now lol, not when we have to do the most to once again be touching you so indecently whilst not actually undressing you sufficiently so you’re being killed by that as well]

Teddy: [not with a murder, you’re both welcome, we’ve actually been so kind to y’all tonight that we should probably think of a way to cockblock that isn’t someone coming in which we’ve already done, maybe her boyfriend could ring her as she’s forgotten about him?]

Nancy: [that’s a good idea and you did tell him you’d be coming to see him so he’ll be chasing that up with all that machismo and his friends backing him up, joy of joys lol, and he really would have to blow your phone up because you’d happily ignore him otherwise and we all know it but when he won’t stop calling, his next step is to likely come back so you have to answer and stop]

Teddy: [^^ it tracks because I’m sure you’ve both ignored your phones plenty at plenty of other points during tonight and would try to ignore hers again for as long as you could but clearly it’s getting to a level where you can’t despite how distracted you are and therefore you’ve realised it must be him and there is a real possibility he might appear, oh how frustrated and fuming they’ll be but I had to do it to them, can’t have this going too far lads, hooking up is a no until the future I’m soz, Teddy will be trying to drag her under this bed by her ankles for that nod to earlier like no no let’s just hide and carry on but you cannot I’m afraid and her prioritising this shit bf will encourage him to make the gf his actual gf which likewise needs to happen so]

Nancy: [oh the awkwardness of this being the death throes of this relationship for you and this is all for nothing but alas, you’re not after getting caught and absolutely not by this man who would have every reason to tell everyone, the way you have to run and totally dip from this party right now, such fun]

Teddy: [we get it girl, everyone calling you a nonce would not be fun, by which I mean jemily, Teddy absolutely refuses to get it and will be livid haha, bet she regrets being so covered in spit now, huh? I hope for your sake it’s raining on this June night in London so you don’t have to deal with your bf being like um wtf]

Nancy: [me hoping that whatever pub they’re in is far enough you can warrant getting a car there because then you’ll have time to somewhat fix the state of yourself here but truly who knows]

Teddy: [tbf she could get a car there even if it was round the corner cos she is that bitch, this bf is not to know how long it has taken her and why, she’s been partying and was hard to get hold of, idk what state you’re expecting babe]

Nancy: [mhmm, not saying you’re stupid but you’re clearly not that observant, any jealousy and accusations about why she might have taken so long will have come from you being egged on by your friends]

Teddy: [there’s a lot of boys who aren’t that observant or that smart so you aren’t alone hun, me like, Teddy are you gonna go home/take this girl home in a sulk or stay here until the bitter end because both are valid moods]

Nancy: [both valid, me just debating when I should have her come at him awkwardly to say sorry without saying it because what a place to leave things]

Teddy: [let us say you stay here til the bitter end to be different from your diva storm out last time, it’s absolutely NOT that you’re hoping to wait it out until she comes home and see her, NOPE, it goes without saying that if by some miracle his gf is still here with her fiends and has not left he will be fucking her on Nancy’s bedroom floor because she is a blatant stand in now and forever]

Nancy: [me like lol where do you think he’s been queen, god bless, know he’s not your boyfriend like that yet but still, just reappearing so suddenly and all over you, am going to have to make you go to your boyfriends to avoid y’all seeing each other again, just to be mean, this party not ending until the flatmate finally shows, whoever she may be]

Teddy: [at least we can give you the benefit of the doubt of saying you were more out of it than tancy were when he left and used to these kinds of messy parties where people just vanish and reappear with a wild story or not at all cos very real, even if you’re also not that smart or observant too, as long as you’re hot so he can say he’s with you for your looks and rich so you aren’t beneath him it’s fine, when you wait AND wait for Nancy to reappear and she doesn’t and you know what that means for where she is so you’re like okay gotta gf up this girl now, fantastic]

Nancy: [can’t wait for you to catch wind of that, girl, along with your flatmate being pissy with you for throwing and then leaving a party unattended, just in the best mood lmao, I will come at him, giving flimsy excuse next morning vibes]

Teddy: [go for it girl, can’t believe we’re over 30 pages again]

Nancy: Do you happen to know what happened to [something your friend owns/in her room, giving it’s horrifically broken vibes]?

Teddy: It doesn’t ring a bell as something I’ve ever seen, even in 1 piece

Nancy: I did try to say no one would be invested as she is… my hunt for the culprit continues then

Teddy: Try [someone we’re shading as having bad taste/being invested cos they fancy her flatmate/something to that effect]

Nancy: Thanks, worth a shot

Teddy: No problem, darling

Nancy: Hope you have a less shit day at work

Teddy: Naturally, I’m not going

Nancy: Too hungover

Teddy: Please, I’m not old enough for hangovers, it’s the rest of your crowd losing their touch, moi EXCLUDED

Nancy: They make a great excuse nonetheless

Teddy: My father doesn’t need them, unlike you, I know when & how to mute a contact

Nancy: If your head is hurting that bad, I’ll leave you to your [whatever headache cure we’re touting that is probably hair of the dog esque]

Teddy: It isn’t, but apparently it makes a fantastic excuse nonetheless

Nancy: You’re welcome for the hot tip

Teddy: Thanks, you’re welcome to blame & bill me for the damage

Nancy: Don’t be silly, why would I do that

Teddy: Why wouldn’t you? It shuts her up & ends your search for whoever did her the real interior design favour, I only wish I had

Nancy: And you’re sure you didn’t?

Teddy: Absolutely

Nancy: Then it’s not your problem to fix

Nancy: don’t worry

Teddy: [send her the amount this thing costs because you’ve looked it up clearly]

Teddy: It’s fixed

Nancy: I don’t get why you would do that

Teddy: Clearly, but you’re far from alone when SO much of what you do is a giant mystery to me

Nancy: What have I done?

Teddy: I was speaking in generalities

Nancy: Too big a word for me, unfortunately

Teddy: That is unfortunate

Nancy: Tell me about it

Teddy: [tell her some goss from the party that isn’t about you or anything you care about, but it’s maintaining the facade of how you would usually talk]

Nancy: Everything always happens when I leave

Teddy: Perhaps take that as a sign

Nancy: If by sign you mean an insult, I have

Teddy: I meant an indication, but that’s probably too big of a word for you as well

Nancy: Indication of what, that I’m boring?

Teddy: It’s hardly my place to say

Nancy: [send him the money back like no it isn’t]

Teddy: [send it straight back]

Nancy: Oh my God

Nancy: I am not buying her a new [whatever this is, we do not care girl lol]

Teddy: Don’t then

Nancy: Don’t you waste your money

Teddy: If you’re going to do an impression of my sister, fully commit

Nancy: I doubt either of us has the time for that roleplay

Teddy: Find time to go shopping, for all I care

Nancy: I won’t bother telling you what I buy as you care so little

Teddy: As you wish

Nancy: You’re being strange, not the good kind

Teddy: You’re busy, allegedly

Nancy: Only with this mindless errand, as I assumed you would be too but my mistake

Teddy: Of all the mistakes to own up to

Nancy: What was I meant to do?

Teddy: What’s the point in asking me now?

Nancy: Don’t act like I could at the time

Teddy: You didn’t at the time, don’t act like you want my input any more in the cold light of day

Nancy: I had to go or he was going to come back, there wasn’t a discussion to be had, I thought that was obvious

Teddy: Go, not stay

Teddy: I thought breakups are famously quick instead of something you pull an all-nighter for

Nancy: He had a lot to say

Nancy: hence the phonecalls that meant you’d be gone whenever I got back

Teddy: Except I wasn’t, Nance

Nancy: You weren’t

Teddy: No discussion to be had here either

Nancy: Come on, I didn’t know you would stay

Teddy: I shouldn’t have

Nancy: You were having a good time without me, it’s not like you wasted your evening

Teddy: I never waste an evening

Nancy: So no need for regret

Teddy: Of course not

Nancy: Stop being moody with me when you know I’ve had a terrible evening then, it’s rude

Teddy: It’s your own fault

Nancy: That doesn’t mean you can’t feel sorry for me, that’s what friends are for

Nancy: who was nice to you when you had a shitty day

Teddy: I didn’t do anything wrong, it was easier for you to play nice

Nancy: It’s never easy for me to play nice

Teddy: Liar

Nancy: Ask anyone

Teddy: I have plenty of examples springing to mind without resorting to a Q&A

Nancy: That wasn’t playing nice

Teddy: Yes it was

Nancy: It’s not my fault if I’m not very good at playfighting

Teddy: You will choose boyfriends who waste their stamina throwing rugby balls around & having long showers together, how do you expect to get any better?

Nancy: I suppose that makes it a hate crime if I tell everyone that’s why we broke up, when he seals the deal

Teddy: You can tell them it’s because my dead grandmother could accidentally land a more painful punch the next time I make her turn in her grave?

Nancy: 😅 a somewhat traumatising visual but I like it

Teddy: [a rugby result whereby her bf’s team lost pathetically] isn’t surprising with him [in whatever position he plays], you could score in your [most ridiculous shoes she owns] before he or any of his friends are troubling anyone with their efforts

Nancy: I was going to ask you which one you fancied to be checking the scores but perhaps it’s someone on [the other team]?

Teddy: It was, but he’s less impressive off the pitch

Nancy: how relatable…

Nancy: I’m switching genres, I’m over rugby players

Teddy: Good for you

Nancy: Thank you

Nancy: as long as I get a new boyfriend before him, I win the breakup regardless

Teddy: Unlucky for you he already has [however many players are on a rugby team] boyfriends 💔

Nancy: Ha ha

Teddy: It’s very funny they’re seemingly unaware of what’s staring them in the face, I agree

Nancy: Not everyone is gay, sorry to say

Nancy: anyway, stop talking about him, you’ll depress me

Teddy: Retail therapy awaits you, remember?

Nancy: That was nice of you, even if you were buying my silence

Teddy: I’m under no illusion you’re capable of silence

Nancy: 😲😤😶

Teddy: Charades? But Christmas is months away

Nancy: 😈📝

Teddy: I do hope so

Teddy: Krampus obviously knows how to have a good time

Nancy: I lack the emojis for that conversation

Teddy: A tragedy

Nancy: You should bring it up with the next tech bro you meet

Teddy: Bold of you to assume I ever get a word in

Nancy: Ooh la la

Teddy: I meant because the only thing those bores do is talk your ear off about their ‘achievements’ & ‘goals’ 🥱

Nancy: Sadly I am all too aware, not who to go for until you’re ready to settle down and be disgustingly rich

Teddy: I am disgustingly rich, thank you

Nancy: You can always be more disgusting, duh

Teddy: Without needing to settle down or for anyone

Nancy: Not even for half in the divorce?

Teddy: My brother can have the pleasure

Nancy: A kid each

Teddy: & G’s set for widow, there’s just happily married or eternally single remaining on the board

Nancy: You’ve made the right choice then, put like that

Teddy: I’d be a fool to attempt the former

Nancy: Tell me about it

Teddy: When they’re back from holiday, I’m sure I’ll have lots to tell you

Nancy: You must win Chlo back so she confides in you

Nancy: your brother is too smart for that

Teddy: I’m almost bored at the thought of how simple that’ll prove

Nancy: That is the effect she has, yes

Teddy: I have 0 clue how you were friends with her for years

Nancy: She’s easy to manipulate, and she makes pretty poor decisions without any need for my control, which could be amusing

Teddy: Still, other amusements must have been thin on the ground

Nancy: Everyone was more amusing than they are now, I suppose

Teddy: OR you were more easily entertained

Nancy: you’re going to make a case for my standards being higher now, are you?

Teddy: You’re right, I can’t

Teddy: how awkward

Nancy: I’ve never claimed otherwise, I’m bored most of the time, you know that

Teddy: Life is & we’re supposed to be content with that according to my family

Nancy: They would say that, awkward is right

Teddy: Which is why they’re muted

Nancy: that’s the only reason, is it

Teddy: What other reasons would there be?

Nancy: Not for me to say

Teddy: Okay, shh

Nancy: Don’t you want to talk about it?

Teddy: Talk about what?

Nancy: Your own dubious taste

Teddy: My taste is fantastic

Nancy: Okay

Teddy: Kindly go back to 😲😤😶

Teddy: maybe you’ll make more sense

Nancy: 💩👅🤡

Teddy: Ha ha

Nancy: 😷🤒

Teddy: Really? Because you sound jealous

Nancy: Of what?

Teddy: Exactly, stop being ridiculous

Nancy: I’m not!

Nancy: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Teddy: Okay

Nancy: Prick

Teddy: You started it

Nancy: And what

Teddy: & here are the consequences you’re always SO eager for

Nancy: Shut up, it’s not that serious

Teddy: A second ago you didn’t have the slightest idea what I was talking about

Nancy: Whatever, if you don’t want to be friends, we don’t have to be

Teddy: Suits me perfectly

Nancy: So glad I took time out of my day for you yesterday

Teddy: The first & last occasion you’ll be required to

Nancy: Doesn’t make it any less of a waste of my time but thanks

Teddy: Mine either, at least we’re even

Nancy: I really didn’t expect this from you

Teddy: Surprise!

Nancy: Predictably dull

Teddy: Effort is for people I deem worthy of it, you know that

Nancy: Yes, how cute, as I said, you really are the first person to get a partner and feel the need to prove how loyal they are by cutting me out

Teddy: I waited the entire night for you, that’s how loyal I was

Teddy: watching the door like an idiot, thinking you’d care to come back

Nancy: I couldn’t!

Nancy: and if I had you would have been too busy anyway so what good would it have done me

Teddy: You cut me out first, how dare you try & turn it around

Nancy: You’ll never know now, you made your choice

Teddy: You made yours & he’ll be sick of you before my half term’s over, I’m being wildly generous giving days plural

Nancy: I had a boyfriend the entire time, he’s never been relevant

Teddy: He’s relevant when you choose him

Nancy: Actually, you’ve made my choice for me, I was way off

Nancy: you’re not mature enough to handle this, obviously, my bad

Teddy: You made a fool of me, I’m not doormat enough

Teddy: wrong brother, darling

Nancy: You’re a spoiled brat, is what you are

Nancy: why would you expect to be prioritised, for what?

Teddy: Look how soon your friend speech falls flat

Nancy: You don’t want to be, then we’re not

Teddy: I don’t want to be treated like that

Teddy: For what? Who?

Nancy: You saw me treat other people like that

Nancy: and I you

Teddy: No, you’re ashamed of me like I’m an immigrant pool cleaner or something

Nancy: You haven’t had your 16th yet, you have to understand that

Teddy: It’s [however long away it is, cos not far is what we’ve said so we can do it in this era sometime soon]

Nancy: I mean, legality is sorted but apart from that

Nancy: you know what people would call me

Teddy: I’ve fixed that too, no one is going to call you a thing now & you don’t need to see me before it’s legally appropriate to do so, or indeed, ever again, if you prefer

Nancy: You’ve made your feelings clear

Teddy: As have you

Nancy: You can’t handle being a secret, just so you don’t lead anyone else on by mistake in future, you should know

Teddy: I know myself & I’m not changing for you

Teddy: which is just as well, because I can’t magically become older

Nancy: I never asked you to

Teddy: You didn’t ask anything, you fucking walked out

Nancy: To save you getting punched in the other eye

Nancy: sorry that makes me an awful person, for giving a shit

Teddy: That one wouldn’t hurt either, he’s awful at it, I told you

Nancy: It was going to be rather more of a group affair, his friends having spent all that time talking about what a prick you are

Nancy: why are you surprised it took me damn near all night to talk him off that idea, because it wasn’t all that secret, that’s why, it was too obvious

Teddy: I’d go to hospital at worst, it would be a longer holiday

Nancy: You can take all the holiday you want, don’t give me that

Teddy: Don’t give me a damsel in distress label, I’d be fine

Nancy: What kind of person would I be to let you get beat up

Teddy: You went there because you need everyone to think that you’re still with him, that you want to be, you didn’t do it for me specifically

Nancy: It certainly wouldn’t hurt me avoiding the accusations

Nancy: you can read the messages if you want, I’m not lying

Teddy: If I was in the mood to read I’d be revising

Nancy: and I’m not lying, obviously they wanted to beat you up

Teddy: I remember

Nancy: You were purposefully insufferable

Teddy: At least it was my intention, they manage without trying

Nancy: I’m yet to be included in that ‘they’?

Teddy: I’ll gladly keep you two as a ‘we’ if that’s what you want, forgetting I’m aware you have any personality of your own

Nancy: As you kindly pointed out, any attempts at having that cover for myself were pretty futile

Teddy: We don’t both need one, as long as one of us has

Nancy: You think

Nancy: because I doubt anyone expects you to be loyal to [this gal], respectfully

Teddy: Perhaps I deserve that, but nevertheless, mean

Nancy: You’re sweet

Teddy: I can make myself appear loyal to her, to the point of having no doubters whatsoever

Nancy: Perhaps you can

Teddy: & you can get a new boyfriend

Nancy: Of course

Teddy: I overreacted, a little

Nancy: I am sorry that you waited, I don’t like to think of it

Teddy: I thought you were… I don’t even like to finish that sentence

Nancy: Don’t then, let’s not talk about it any more

Teddy: It isn’t being a secret, it’s the word no

Nancy: I understand, I wouldn’t call myself fond either, who is, when they want a yes

Teddy: I felt stupid & too vulnerable

Nancy: I swear I didn’t mean for you to

Teddy: But you’re capable of doing it, how disgusting is that?

Nancy: I see your point

Nancy: you’re hardly incapable, I feel like shit

Teddy: Do you?

Nancy: Yes, you were SO mean

Teddy: I had to be

Nancy: You did a pretty good job

Teddy: Thanks, alas my CV won’t reflect my true talents

Nancy: Best start revising, right

Teddy: A revision of this conversation

Nancy: I would consider it a better use of your time but you did want me to be your sister earlier so

Teddy: YOU were determined to be

Nancy: I was meant to be nicer than her

Teddy: You have your moments, which is more than she has

Nancy: Still

Nancy: could do better

Teddy: Still, I’ll carry on waiting

Nancy: I wish I’d stayed

Teddy: But you couldn’t

Nancy: No, it would’ve ended bad for all of us

Teddy: I do understand

Teddy: however stubbornly I may have pretended otherwise

Nancy: I like how stubborn you are

Nancy: more when it’s working in my favour but can’t pick and choose

Teddy: You can, I’ll behave accordingly

Nancy: that is a nice thought

Teddy: I’ll be good

Nancy: Please tell me you’re alone and not with her like I feared

Teddy: I was for a while, but I promise she’s gone

Nancy: Whether I should trust that is up for debate but I still want to talk to you

Teddy: [send her a pic of you which doesn’t really prove you’re alone properly but you just want to anyway, getting the bruise in which is all her handiwork and not her bf’s]

Nancy: 🥺 your poor, poor face

Teddy: I know

Nancy: I really didn’t show any consideration whilst we were together, I get why that sounded false in hindsight

Teddy: I have no complaints in hindsight regarding what I was shown

Nancy: [send him a picture of the lovebite on your thigh]

Teddy: 🥺 I neglected the other side

Nancy: Playing favourites

Teddy: Your [whichever side it is, left or right] is especially incredible, true

Teddy: I’m as fond of the [other] though, having considered it

Nancy: It really happened, I would be fond of an unlimited amount of reminders of that fact, however they were presented to me

Teddy: I may keep last night’s outfit on until such a time, personally

Nancy: You do look insanely handsome

Teddy: I wish I had a wardrobe consisting of pieces you’d decided on

Nancy: Fuck

Nancy: Let me spend the money you sent me on you?

Teddy: [send her some more, just cos]

Teddy: & that

Nancy: I know what I’m going to get you

Teddy: Let me guess, no spoilers?

Nancy: My lips are sealed

Teddy: Open them

Nancy: [a shameless selfie, wherever the hell you are now, doing as much]

Teddy: I’ve missed you so much

Nancy: I miss you more

Nancy: don’t ever say you don’t want to be my friend again

Teddy: I won’t, I really need a friend like you

Nancy: Better friend than enemy, I promise

Teddy: Perhaps I’ll ignore the saying & keep you closer anyway

Nancy: People don’t know what they’re talking about

Nancy: but I know how I feel when I’m close to you

Teddy: It’s undeniable

Nancy: I can’t deny myself any more than I can deny you

Teddy: Can’t & won’t

Nancy: I’ll behave too, exactly as you wish

Teddy: Then I’m happy now

Nancy: Show me

Teddy: [do, I hope you’re at home because being indecent regardless clearly with no fucks given, so a clothed pic of how turned on he is, as a reminder of when she was touching him before we cockblocked]

Nancy: 😁😁😁

Teddy: Show me

Nancy: [send him your deranged heart eyes]

Teddy: & smile

Nancy: [again, nothing to see here]

Teddy: [send her your hottest hot lol]

Nancy: Are you being nice or are you being mean, it could be both

Teddy: It’s both because you want both

Nancy: Badly

Nancy: it’s obscene

Teddy: I’ll send extra money to clean up [the shop or shops we’re guessing she’s headed to for this shopping spree]’s floors

Nancy: I am upset you aren’t here to pin me to it first

Nancy: very, actually

Teddy: You’d lose focus & I’d have nothing to wear

Teddy: literally, when this outfit is totally ruined by you taking out your upset on it

Nancy: but you like it, you like the reminder it left you, the ability to remember me whilst you’re still wearing it

Teddy: Which is why I asked for more, clothes, reminders, memories, everything

Nancy: Best stop distracting me then, boy, so I can get them all for you

Nancy: without getting kicked out of [the shops we plan to go to, to show you how many you got right with your guess]

Teddy: You said you want to talk to me

Nancy: And I do

Nancy: but is your mind so truly one-track, I wonder…

Teddy: Spending the night with your soon-to be ex blessed solely with a single shared brain cell is no reason to doubt me

Nancy: I’m certainly not going to miss his conversation, thankfully I don’t have to pretend that

Teddy: How exhausting

Nancy: You have no idea, darling

Nancy: no girl could ever be as dull, you’re so fortunate

Teddy: Boys don’t have to be, it’s your terrible taste

Nancy: I wish that were true

Teddy: It is

Nancy: Maybe gays are a tad more interesting, again, all your luck

Teddy: We can’t be friends if you’re going to mope the entire time

Nancy: I’m not

Nancy: my heartbreak is fresh, you have to allow me at least a fortnight of drinking about it, if you’re any kind of friend

Teddy: I refuse to allow you to be heartbroken over him

Nancy: then how are you going to cheer me up, bestie?

Teddy: A fortnight’s worth of drinking in 1 night, if you insist

Nancy: I really do

Teddy: [name her fave bar or club as a suggestion because of course you just know that nbd]?

Nancy: When are you sending a car?

Teddy: When you’ve finished shopping, have you?

Nancy: No, I’m having too much fun

Nancy: and I had to come from [wherever this boyfriend lives for uni because you purely want to tell him so he shades it even though there’s nothing wrong with it, giving rich boy pretending to not be for the uni experience as they are want to do]

Teddy: I’ve changed my mind, I don’t wish to be seen with you if anyone has seen you in [wherever that place is, when it’s clearly not the slum he’s pretending it is haha]

Nancy: Rude!

Nancy: you know that no one YOU know has ever stepped foot in [this location]

Teddy: You wouldn’t have agreed had I suggested [somewhere his friends always go and thus we are shading as being beneath her], I do possess more than a singular brain cell

Nancy: I can’t believe you’re passing on an opportunity to ask me what it’s like getting back to my roots

Teddy: I’d adore the opportunity to be able to say I can’t believe you’re slumming it in [this location] for someone like that, but I wholeheartedly can & do

Nancy: Why?

Teddy: Your famously low standards

Nancy: Ha

Teddy: Who’s next?

Nancy: I haven’t decided yet, I don’t rush these things

Teddy: What about [the biggest pisstake of the most unsuitable person he can think of]?

Nancy: If you’re rethinking your own decision, there’s still time

Teddy: I’m not

Nancy: then I’m not taking suggestions from you

Teddy: But [some other pisstakey suggestion] is OBSESSED with you

Nancy: You’re obsessed with me, shut up

Teddy: You’re sulking again, you brought her up, don’t if it’s going to make you 💔

Nancy: I’m shopping, not sulking

Teddy: Multitasking, well done

Nancy: [stop replying, in a totally non-sulky manner lol]

Teddy: Oh come on

Nancy: Do you need something?

Teddy: You loathe time alone, why put yourself through it?

Nancy: You’re not my only option for company

Teddy: I’m the best option

Teddy: or you wouldn’t be this jealous about the company I’m keeping

Nancy: Don’t confuse pity with jealousy

Teddy: I haven’t

Nancy: Okay, babe

Teddy: I understand, Theo was easily confused, but naming aside, that’s where the similarities end

Nancy: You aren’t special

Teddy: You aren’t convincing anyone, least of all me

Nancy: Your delusion your problem

Teddy: A fantastic slogan for the people of [the place her bf lives that we’ll never stop shading]

Nancy: It’s fine, whilst you’ve been going on and on, I’ve had time to think who I want next

Teddy: Who’s it to be?

Nancy: I’d rather see if you guess

Teddy: [do some silly guesses while you think about it seriously]?

Nancy: 🙄🥱🤢

Teddy: My thoughts exactly when you confirm it’s [a correct guess, because why not, they think alike, I can believe he’s capable of it]

Nancy: [me here like well it’s your brother so would you actually guess that because she has no chance lmao hence we’re not telling you]

Nancy: What’s wrong with [his guess, who clearly is who it will end up actually being]?

Teddy: [me CACKLING, because imagine, you’ve been there and tried that girl, your brother cockblocked you then hun and your sister is now so good luck, but love that he’s clearly picked whatever dude it is going to be and is thus giving her an actual true tea list of everything he thinks is wrong with this man, don’t mind us being salty as per usual]

Nancy: but he [and list everything you think is right which is undoubtedly shallow and materialistic, duh]

Teddy: He & most of Chelsea

Nancy: So it doesn’t matter

Teddy: Your future boyfriend, your future headache

Teddy: none of it matters to me

Nancy: You’re all the same to me

Teddy: As you’re desperate to point out

Nancy: I wouldn’t want you to get ideas

Teddy: Because you can’t say no to my ideas

Nancy: It was always my idea, so what are you talking about?

Teddy: You haven’t had a good idea of your own since [something so long ago and not a big thing, a little thing, because I’ve always gotta give away how long he’s been interested and how observant he is of everything she does, even while shading her]

Nancy: UM excuse me, whose parties were they

Nancy: you are so welcome for your little meet-cute

Teddy: You’re hardly [someone who throws Elton John style amazing parties but for this era]

Nancy: I don’t live with my parents, that one-ups you by default, child

Teddy: Yours don’t want you under their roof, it isn’t the flex you think it is

Nancy: Neither is your weird mother so don’t be rude

Nancy: I wouldn’t dream of living at home

Teddy: I’m legally obligated, as you said

Teddy: but I wouldn’t rush to live alone if the effect it has upon me is similar to the one it’s had on you

Nancy: I already said that too, momma’s boy

Teddy: You’d like her

Nancy: I don’t like you anymore

Teddy: Why?

Nancy: You’re being mean

Teddy: You were crueller first, you always are

Nancy: I didn’t say anything

Teddy: Precisely, you’ve been ignoring me, thinking about [this man she’s going to date next]

Nancy: You started that

Teddy: No I didn’t

Nancy: Her socks look ridiculous

Teddy: Well, I’m yet to dress her, it isn’t my fault

Nancy: Ugh

Teddy: Take it up with [whichever designer made those socks], frankly

Nancy: Why would I? The worse everyone else looks the better I do

Teddy: Ditto, not that I need the help

Nancy: Good, you’re not getting any

Teddy: Have you forgotten you’re shopping for me as we speak?

Nancy: No shit, this is getting regifted

Teddy: Nancy

Nancy: Don’t

Teddy: Don’t be like this

Nancy: Fine, maybe I’ll keep it but I have no reason to come see you now

Teddy: Yes you do

Nancy: You should take your girlfriend

Teddy: Fine, if that’s what you want

Nancy: I’m not telling you what to do

Teddy: What I should

Nancy: Why don’t you want to?

Teddy: I’ve already seen her

Nancy: Right

Teddy: Meet me

Nancy: That’s not a good enough reason for me

Teddy: You know what my reasons are

Nancy: I’m not interested in being second choice

Teddy: You aren’t

Nancy: Just start being nice

Teddy: That goes both ways, Nance

Nancy: I was being nice, too nice, if anything

Teddy: So was I

Nancy: I need more [some kind of happy drug, you know the vibes]

Teddy: [send her some more money how you do]

Nancy: I’m avoiding [the dealers that were at your party that you obviously owe money lol]

Nancy: Who else do you know?

Teddy: [tell her because I’m sure you have some different peeps you know cos of your age diff]

Nancy: 😘

Teddy: [when I just know he’s gonna go and see those dealers and pay off her debts without even saying anything, oh sir]

Teddy: You’re welcome, darling

Nancy: [you lowkey don’t deserve it but it’s also very sweet in y’alls way, I’m sure you’ll find out when these men get in contact or you do again]

Teddy: [his appearance is a dead giveaway in his Draco hair era and also who else would, so yeah, I have no doubt you’ll find out at some point]

Nancy: I’ll be nice

Teddy: Once the [drugs] kick in

Nancy: Testing me immediately, I see…

Teddy: I’m just playing

Nancy: I like playing with you

Teddy: That is nice to hear

Nancy: It better be, I’ll be ever so bored if you swear off being the entertainment ever again

Teddy: Me too

Nancy: Don’t get boring

Teddy: That’s your most hurtful comment by far

Nancy: I’m asking you not to, not claiming you have yet

Teddy: I couldn’t possibly, the implication I might is outrageous

Nancy: No one would be more devastated than me

Teddy: I would & I promise not to do it to either of us

Nancy: No, I’d be more, trust me

Teddy: The last thing I want is to truly devastate you

Nancy: Is it?

Nancy: that’s very nice of you, Teddy

Teddy: Of course

Nancy: But what’s the first thing you want?

Teddy: Oh now that would be telling, wouldn’t it?

Nancy: Yes

Teddy: I’m shocked you need to be told

Nancy: Perhaps I just want it

Teddy: Perhaps I’d like you to guess

Nancy: Oh that’s too easy to be fun

Teddy: Humour me, you adore games

Nancy: Very well

Nancy: You want your gifts, of course

Teddy: & are you going to give them to me?

Nancy: Ask for them nicely and I’ll consider it

Teddy: Please

Nancy: Please? Try again, try harder

Teddy: Pretty please?

Nancy: Better

Teddy: So? Will I be rewarded?

Nancy: I said better, not right

Teddy: 🥺💔

Nancy: I’ll give you another try, best of three is customary

Teddy: I don’t know how to beg, I’m afraid

Nancy: Spoilsport

Teddy: Quite, but I was just never trained for it

Nancy: Talking about your wealth doesn’t inspire gifting, sugar baby 101 there

Teddy: Paying for them yourself, as I have, makes it redundant anyway, I would think

Nancy: Eugh, see, I don’t want to give you anything now

Nancy: talk of money is so cheap, it’s not the point at all

Teddy: It was you who mentioned money in the first place

Nancy: You, with your acting as if you’re above begging

Nancy: you just haven’t met the right person yet

Teddy: I simply meant that my father wouldn’t be able to stomach me rolling on mine for anyone else, it isn’t a wealth issue

Nancy: I’m sure he does

Teddy: He’s a crawling contradiction, naturally

Teddy: but I don’t do it for him & I genuinely wouldn’t have the slightest clue how

Nancy: Well, there’s no fun in being confined to either role constantly, is there

Nancy: it doesn’t matter, you can have this stuff anyway

Teddy: Keep it, I’ve spoiled yours

Nancy: It’s not that serious

Teddy: Then don’t make such a big deal of it & do as you’re told instead

Nancy: This is all men’s stuff, what will I do with it

Teddy: Buy your new boyfriend, the deal must be sweetened somehow

Nancy: Excuse me

Teddy: You know, like a dowry

Nancy: Are you attempting humour again?

Teddy: It’s a solution as well as being amusing

Nancy: Fuck you

Teddy: You’re so very sensitive today, it’s almost as though you don’t want to think of me when you’re with him

Nancy: Of course I don’t

Nancy: do you think he’s going to want to wear anything you would

Teddy: Why not?

Nancy: Your taste is eclectic, as I’m still being nice

Teddy: My taste is still fantastic, despite how often you keep trying to insist otherwise

Nancy: [this dude] is more manly

Teddy: You’ll hurt my feelings in a minute

Nancy: It’s just factual, your style is more androgynous

Teddy: His masculinity is that fragile, you mean

Nancy: There’s no need to be offended

Teddy: I’m not, the fact is, I can dress how I want, fuck how & whoever I like, that’s what being a real man is

Teddy: he wishes

Nancy: Okay

Nancy: [his socials] because I don’t know why you’re giving me this rousing speech right now

Teddy: Because your niceness doesn’t last, you’re hoping to upset me again

Nancy: I’m really not but who’s fault would it be if I were

Teddy: Your own

Nancy: It’s yours

Teddy: No it isn’t

Nancy: I don’t need to buy anyone

Teddy: It was a joke

Nancy: Whatever it was, you don’t want them anymore, you’re not getting them, end of conversation

Teddy: You’re impossible

Nancy: You don’t even know what you want

Teddy: A lie, I knew perfectly well, I no longer want it, that’s all

Nancy: That’s what I just said

Teddy: I’m aware of that, I just read it

Nancy: Then don’t call me impossible for it if you’re going to repeat it back to me

Teddy: You are & talking to you also is

Nancy: Then why are you still here?

Teddy: Fantastic point, I’ll be off

Nancy: You’re a prick, you just flipped for no reason

Teddy: No reason you can fathom, obviously

Nancy: Why do you enjoy wasting my time

Teddy: I don’t

Nancy: That’s how it’s starting to feel

Teddy: Don’t worry, I’m going, this afternoon is yours to waste yourself

Nancy: Great, thanks so much

Teddy: [do actually piss off boy, however long that lasts lol]

Nancy: [that went well lads lol]

Teddy: [always a rollercoaster with y’all, never know what we’re gonna get]

Nancy: [me thinking how you’re going to start trying to finesse James when he’s back and DYING, thank god he’d never tell Teddy]

Teddy: [lord, we simply must do a convo between them so we can cackle ourselves to death because of his lack of interest]

Nancy: [it’s so embarrassing but we must because she just would]

Teddy: [do you wanna do that next for funsies? Or is there anyone else we should do first?]

Nancy: [I think we can probably go to that next, y’all will be home soon enough]

Teddy: [post this then boo, as much as I could keep on doing these fools forever we’re almost at another 30 here]

Nancy: [we can always then go back to y’all, whenever you end up talking, it’s whatever we want]

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crabknight · 1 year ago

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OMG THIS SO GOOD

I really like the Vanessa Lute dynamic, it's very fun

Lute going immediatly to Artur when she finds something cool is. Just. Great, I love it

Please do send me more if you make any other!

#Lute is made of blorbo material #beantothemax #moot fic #I love Lute so much

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frracturedjaw · 2 years ago

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Good day/night, author!

I love the details you put in your writing, those tiny details make me foldd

I wanted to request something cause I love your writing, and I wanted to see how you'd write this prompt <3

Slashers with a fem! s/o who sends them suggestive pictures of themselves (referring to the s/o). Could be sliding polaroids under their door/ leaving polaroids for them to see, sending them virtually, etc etc.

Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night, and Happy Holidays!

warnings(s): 🍋, description of s.x acts, reference to female anatomy, blood (only with asa)

a/n: thank god, finally an excuse to be thirsty,, also tysm for the very kind words!! it means a lot to hear from yall :) some of these go further than others, so just drop an ask if you want any of them expanded on.

🔞i check the notes. minors don’t read & don’t interact.

thomas hewitt

* it’s risky business trying to get him the photos without somebody else getting to them first, so you stick them right in the pocket of his apron.

* almost the whole day goes by without so much as a glance from him. he doesn’t check his pockets until the day’s work is finished. but when he does…

* he almost shouts. it catches him entirely off guard. not that he hasn’t thought of you that way, but… taking stuff out of the bedroom is new to him. he’s checking over his shoulders even though nobody really comes into the basement but him.

* he likes it though. he’s a possessive guy. hoyt is always giving him shit, saying he’ll give you what Tommy’s too frigid to provide. this makes his chest thunder.

* you can tell he’s checked the pocket when he next enters the room. his eyes are dark from how huge his pupils have gotten.

* “like them?” you ask allusively, a grin tugging at your features. if you listen close, you can hear the click of the door locking before he’s upon you.

* despite his size, he works smoothly. you’ve reassured him enough by now that he’s confident around you. especially when you’ve shown him vulnerability like that, he can certainly return the favor.

* his shirt and belt go on the floor, and your fingers slide across his scalp when he lays forward between your legs.

* it’s become sort of a ritual for the both of you. he undresses both of you, but you get to take off the mask.

* even in the dimness of the room, you can imagine his blush easily. his cheeks are radiant with heat.

* although he’s usually all about taking his sweet time, this go around, he takes you like a starving man.

* he can’t even be bothered to take your clothes off all the way. two thick fingers, quickly dipped into his mouth, slip past your panties and right into your pussy. his other hand presses you down at the waist, steadying your body against his.

* his hand is large and calloused and scarred, but it works so deftly on your body. in any other case he’d feel guilty for being so greedy, but he needs you too badly right now.

* one heavy hand on your breast, he sucks dark, tender marks into your inner thigh while the pads of his fingers skim teasingly against that one spot that makes your legs go rigid.

* he does that until you’re half sobbing, chest bouncing with each choked breath. he doesn’t tease you like this often, either — he prefers indulging you — but the way you sound crying his name makes him hard as steel.

* “tommy… Tommy, please…” it’s only him that makes you breathy and rushed like this, and he knows it. he relishes in it.

* but he doesn’t keep you waiting forever, don’t worry.

brahms heelshire

* bold of you to assume he doesn’t already have a collection of pictures of you in his attic hideout.

* he might have shown you a few before, just to tease you. there’s a few of you getting dressed/undressed, one or two of you asleep without a top on, and a particularly blurry one that appears to be you with your hand between your legs…

* but he’s absolutely not complaining that you’re contributing. he’s overjoyed, in fact. he takes a particular interest in perverted stuff like this

* he doesn’t spend a ton of time up in the attic since you got together with him, but when he pops up to get something, he notices the addition almost immediately (living in one room for over a decade will do that to you).

* it’s taken in the master bathroom, one of the only rooms he doesn’t have much surveillance on. the tiled walls make it nearly impossible to poke a hole in without taking chunks out that get noticed and repaired immediately.

* he can see a big claw foot tub and a nice wide sink, and one wall with a floor length mirror nearly the size of a door.

* most importantly, is you. naked as dawn, with one leg stretched up on the mirror, and one hand between your legs, revealing your perfect cunt.

* of course, he pulls his dick out immediately. he doesn’t even bother shutting the door to the attic room. just drops to his knees and starts stroking.

* brahms is breathing hard under the mask, barely blinking as he gazes at your glistening pussy and slides one hand up and down his cock, thrusting into his fist.

* he’s loud, too. by the time he’s finished, no matter where you are in the manor, you definitely know. you can’t help but admit, you’re starting to get the appeal in listening to someone else moan your name.

* you’d better get up to the bedroom, though, since he’s ready for a round two with the real thing now.

billy lenz

* similar deal as above, he’s already got some of his own. his selection is much more lewd, though. he’s a little more dedicated to seeing your private moments than Brahms.

* and he’s definitely whipped them out for you, before, too, so you know where he keeps them.

* you’d set the camera on a timer and gotten to work with your favorite toy. in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to choose a favorite, so you picked a few.

* the first is from behind, and shows the perfect ‘pretty stretch’ he always talks so much about.

* the next is up closer, two of your fingers stringing a trail of lube away from your pussy; you’re confident he’ll like this one.

* the last is of your face, and probably your favorite. tears are hanging from your eyelashes and glittering in the flash, the toy pressed firmly into your mouth. drool dribbles from the corner of your lips and slides deliciously down your chest. you’ve written ‘piggy’ and a heart on the edge of the photo in pink pen.

* the pictures stand out, piled in a neat stack on top of the messy stash in his drawer.

* (there’s also a suspiciously stained pair of your panties in the drawer. you’d been looking for them for ages. you take them back and drop them in the laundry.)

* and just like brahms, you know the moment he finds them. although, he doesn’t bother to even try taking care of his erection by himself. he goes right to you.

* “i’msofuckin’LOVEYOU, sweet-t-t pigGY! sosweetsogoodfor billy, billy l-lovesyouSOmuch, good-d girl, soOOO fuckin’goodforbilly—” his mouth is going a mile a minute up until you kiss him. he can’t help but giggle into it, hands all over you, grabbing, squeezing, pinching. he doesn’t even seem to notice that he’s grinding his dick against your hip.

* “—mh, please, pl-l-lease,” he breaks away from you, gripping your arms hard and blushing even harder.

* “use your words, billy.” you smirk, pressing against him. you can feel him throbbing.

* “nngh,” he whines, but does so anyways. “s-suckmeOFF! ple-ease, please…” he can hardly get the words out, he’s so excited. he throws his head back, giggling, only to smash his mouth against yours again.

* you have to pull his fly down and grip his dick hard to get him to pull away again. his speech devolves into mindless whining and giggling as you drop to your knees.

* he’s not awfully thick, but he is long. it takes a good minute of him thrusting into your throat and you jerking away from him, gagging, before you can get him all the way down.

* you know exactly which buttons to press — he doesn’t waste time making you guess.

* he likes it when you press your nose against his belly and swallow, feeling your throat constrict around him.

* he likes it when you maintain eye contact and flutter your eyelashes at him when he says something you like.

* he especially likes it when you drop your tits out and squeeze them. so much so, in fact, that he finishes down your throat without warning.

* it sends you coughing, but he holds you down until he’s finished, keening and chattering praise in your name.

* when you finally lean back, you’re a mess. you’re teary-eyed, chin and neck coated in slobber.

* he’s still twitching and pulsing even though he’s already gone soft.

* better clean up before he gets any more ideas…

billy loomis + stu macher

* they’ve both had wet dreams about this kind of thing. they’ve probably floated the idea to you once or twice and received coy-but-promising responses.

* they both have phones, but they’re both also suckers for physical media; see also their extensive vhs and disk collections.

* Billy finds them first, and immediately drags stu into the bedroom to look.

* stu’s giggling like a schoolgirl as if you didn’t take them yourself. he sobers up when billy points out that you’ve written their initials on your inner thighs in what seems to be sharpie.

* depending on if you’re home or not, they might just jerk off then and there. they’re impatient like that.

* if you are home, however, they slide up next to you on the couch with these shit-eating grins on their faces.

* “didn’t know you had a side gig doing mags.” billy teases.

* “now i can tell everyone i’m dating a pornstar.” stu snickers.

* “except tatum.” you remind him, which only makes him laugh more.

* “c’mon, sweet cheeks,” billy leans you over into stu’s lap, skimming his fingers under your shirt. “give us a private dance.”

asa emory

* the camera had been a gift from him. you can’t be sure if he bought it or stole it off a body, but you’re grateful nonetheless. (who knows what would happen if you weren’t)

* usually you only take photos of things around the hotel. his exhibits, interesting bugs you found crawling around, maybe a shot or two of the sky through a window. he always takes the pictures away. you’re confident he keeps them all somewhere. a small part of you hopes the somewhere is his home.

* at one point — after a particularly long night with your fingers inside yourself, wishing they were his — you decide to take photos of something else. the lighting is dismal and you don’t have anything terribly flattering to wear, but you make it work.

* you’re rather pleased with what you end up with. some five or so photos of you on your knees, eyes wide and doe-like, gazing up as if looking to a master.

* you decide to leave them out for him to find.

* when you next hear the door unbolt, your heart leaps into your chest. you hold statue-still as he locks it behind him, glances around the room, sees the photos. you see something in his expression change as he leafs through them. it’s impossible to read his expression with the mask on, but you’d like to imagine it’s admiration. maybe disgust. maybe want. maybe all of it.

* he sets the photos down where he found them and crosses the room towards you. he’s entirely unhurried. doubt writhes in your gut. your eyes dart to his belt, the knife hooked into it.

* you twitch when he grips your jaw and tilts your head back to look at the ceiling, but don’t flinch away.

* he leans close. you don’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t ever get this close. you’re sure he can hear your blood thumping in your veins. heat and pressure rise in your skull.

* he breathes in deeply. his lips part. his teeth scrape lightly against the skin of your jugular — you didn’t think he would be able to, with the mask on — then press in. his jaw eases down on the soft flesh of your throat slowly, all the way until you feel his teeth grind against something solid. you think you might be suffocating. you think he might break your trachea.

* a strangled cry slips out of you. you tense even tighter, ready for him to do it.

* instead, he releases with a self-satisfied hum. it might be closer to a growl. you aren’t sure, being preoccupied with the blood rising in the little ring of indentations where his teeth split your skin.

* it stings when he sucks the blood from the wound, but the pain startles you less than his body appearing atop yours. he’s gripping your arms hard like you might try to run. instead, you find yourself clinging to him, legs hooking around his hips; which earns you a chuckle that sounds nearly genuine.

* he’s coaxing out weak sobs and tears for so long, you begin to wonder if he intends to do anything else. slowly, though, he’s bunching up your clothes and peeling away layers. he alternates between biting and lavishing attention on your skin, splitting and bruising the skin with his incisors before smoothing his cool hands across each plane and curve of your body to disperse the sharp pain.

* when he reaches for your panties, your fear spikes again. the sensation of his teeth skimming over the tender flesh of your inner thighs makes you tense up. the reaction doesn’t go unnoticed.

* he curls his arms around your thighs, not breaking eye contact. you inhale sharply when he captures your clit between his teeth. he hasn’t even bitten down, and yet your body’s already prickling in expectation.

* then his tongue slithers out. it takes every ounce of your self control not to lock your legs around his head. you can feel the hot, wet muscle pressing against your hole. your insides burn with lust as he pushes it inside you, tasting you. it drags inside you, writhing and contorting deliciously.

* each reaction earns you an approving hum. to you, it’s praise. to him, it’s positive reinforcement. habit building. another exercise to shape you.

* he wouldn’t admit it, but he craves you the same way. his love is grotesque and cruel, but something about him enjoys pleasuring you, too.

jesse cromeans

* cute, that you think he doesn’t already have his own series of homemade pornos featuring you and him.

* he’d never refuse submissions, though. he has a secret fondness for watching the security footage of his penthouse from when you’re alone in the bedroom, anyways.

* you’ll have left them on his pillow, the glove box in his car, maybe even at his work desk. you’re not worried about anyone else seeing them, since if they did, they’d have a day to live, maybe two, tops.

* he’ll tuck them into his wallet for later and go about his business, maybe send you a sly text, something along the lines of what you should be wearing when he gets home.

* you’re checking your hair and kicking your legs when his car pulls in. you’re up against the window, waving and looking down at him as he gets out. when he looks up at you, you receive only a signed ‘naughty’ in greeting.

* he takes his time at the front door, tucking his shoes into the closet and hanging his coat as if you’re not wearing his favorite pair of silvery-gray lingerie, kneeled right in front of him.

* “my knees are going to bruise at this rate, you know.” you admonish, and the look you receive could turn you to stone.

* “good.”

* “guess i’ve learned my lesson: never sending nudes to you again,” you say playfully. that’s all it takes for him to yank you off the ground and press you against the wall.

* you hook your legs around his hips on instinct and can immediately feel his hard cock through his slacks.

* it takes a moment for him to relocate his tie from his neck to your eyes, but it’s worth it when you hear the mask clatter to the floor.

* “is this a punishment, or a treat?” you wonder aloud, grinding yourself against his crotch as he slides off your panties. his teeth sink into your shoulder at the same moment his fingers find your clit. both, you decide.

bo sinclair

* he is definitely 100% a fan. he’s standing in your doorway grinning the moment he finds them.

* “these are something special, sweetpea.” he drawls, smirking at you. even though it was your idea in the first place, you can’t help but blush. there’s something about his complete and utter assuredness in himself right now that makes you feel especially small.

* “i can’t help but want to recreate a few of these.” of course he’s going to rail you then and there. what else could the photos be but an invitation?

* hardly even takes the time to get your clothes off. there’ll be plenty of time for that later. just tugs your pants down off your hips and spits between your legs, sliding his fingers through your folds only once or twice before pulling down his fly and pressing his cock against you.

* you must have a dumb look on your face — you hadn’t even realized your mouth is open — because he feels the need to pause and lave his thumb across your tongue. “hungry for somethin’?” you can muster only a graceless ‘uh-huh,’ the weeping head of his cock still pulsing against you.

* “good.” then there’s that stretch. every single time, you have a moment where it feels like he won’t fit. you can feel exactly how tight you are around him. every thick, winding vein along the length of him. you only come back to yourself upon feeling his body press flush against yours.

* he fucks like an animal. his breath is ragged and hot across your skin, occasionally broken to bite and suck at your breasts. your ass and thighs have already gone numb from his skin clapping against yours. you can only press your forehead against him and scream for him.

* oh, he’s keeping the photos, too. he’ll even ask for more. he’s sticking them up around the garage, his room, the rear view of his truck. teases you if you complain about it.

vincent sinclair

* nearly creams his pants. i mean it.

* it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, but this is really something else. with pictures, he’s less embarrassed about staring. he doesn’t need to worry about accidentally making you uncomfortable.

* with vincent, you know he appreciates every detail. every curve and plane of your body, the way you’ve got one of his sweaters pulled up just far enough to reveal your slit. he’s nearly drooling.

* “hey,” you’re stepping languidly down the basement stairs — still in his sweater — catching him right as he finds them. he yanks down his shirt over his crotch as if it would hide anything

* you can’t help but grin at him and nudge his hands away so you can straddle his lap, stretching your arms past his shoulders and pushing your chest up to his face.

* he’s kind of frozen in shock, but it’s not hard to tell he’s losing his mind for you, either.

* eventually his eyes raise to meet yours and he tips back the mask to kiss you.

* “i like it when you wear that.”

og myers

* he’s perfectly aware of what you’re trying to do. he knows you want to get him worked up so he’ll fuck you to pieces. and being the person he is, he does the exact opposite.

* sticks the photos in the breast pocket of his coveralls and goes on his merry way.

* days pass. you wonder if he’s even found the photos you left.

* (in the meantime, you’re resisting the urge to touch yourself by just thiiis much. it’s torturous. you’re not sure you want to wait for him to make the first move, anymore.)

* you test the waters by finding reasons to get into his personal space. first it’s just your hand against his. then, you’re up against his shoulder. eventually, you’re perched up on his lap and he’s barely acknowledged that you’re even here.

* “michael,” you hum, face hidden against his neck. he only grunts in response.

* you can’t help but suspect he’s doing this on purpose.

* “i missed you today.” grunt.

* “i’ve been thinking about you.” hmm.

* “michael, i want you.” mhm.

* finally, you flatten your hands against his cheeks and force him to meet your eyes.

* “mikey,” you whine. you don’t mind begging, but this is just excessive. “please, fuck me.”

* silence. you’re about to give up and stomp out of the room to go find your hitachi wand or something when his hand shoots up to your throat.

* in one quick motion, he forces you underneath him on the bed.

* it’s his turn to tease, now.

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