#that you're trying to dig the heart out of in your other life. and then longing for him for the rest of eternity. asking for jin lian
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âin the blue sky that swallows my mind, i can only see you.â
my third @cdrama-action prompt fill, for @yletylyf, who wanted something for qianren and qian mou / jin lian and zihui! thank you so much for your request! donations are STILL OPEN! if youâre interested in receiving something from me or other creators, go check out cdrama actionâs page for more info!! every dollar counts! <3
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âș it won't fit bf vs I'll make it fit gf
đČ àŁȘâ mdni. size kink. riding him like your life depends on it. begging. crying. f!reader
it's not that nanami doesn't know how big he is but he doesn't really know until he watches your body struggle to take even just the tip of his perfect cock.
he always fills you up so well, stretching your pussy to accommodate his girth and it makes you feel like he must be all the way in your tummy even though he's barely halfway in. but he's also the type that would never, ever do anything to hurt you. when he's got you on your back, your legs spread and your arms laced around the back of his neck, and he hears you choke on your sharp gasp as he slowly presses into you it forces him to pause.
when you plead with him it makes his brows furrow, unwilling to potentially force your body to take all of him so he'll simply tell you in a low, matter of fact murmur that he just won't fit. he'd never push you, never make you take more than you're capable of and he's happy to satisfy you in any other way under the sun.
and while you adore how sweet he is, how painfully considerate of your limitations, he doesn't know just how badly you ache for him. so you take matters into your own hands, sweetly maneuvering him on his back as you start straddling him. your lips are quick to stifle his concerns, cutting off his words of caution as your tongue slides against his and you line him up with your soaked cunt.
as you sink down on him he knows he should stop you, with his hands gently caressing your sides to steady you and his eyes fixed on the way your mouth drops open and the way your eyes get teary feeling every inch of him. he's about to as he sees your bottom lip start wobbling... until you start moving.
even while your hands splay against his chest, fingernails scraping his skin, as you moan and whine about how big he is, how you can't handle it, you're still taking him in deeper with every rise of your hips and bounce of your ass against him. nanami knows he should stop you, at least get you on your back again so he's the one in charge of how much you're taking, but he just can't bring himself to. it's mesmerizing, the most heart stoppingly attractive thing to grace his field of vision in all his life.
feeling the way your warm walls throb around him, how incredible it feels every time you slide back down to bottom out and split yourself fully on his cock makes him feel dangerously close to delirium. his hands cup your ass, his fingers dig into the plush fat, urging your movements to take on a more frantic pace and you're mewling, pleading for him to give you more, more, more.
when he pulls you down against him in a harsh grip, hips slamming up to recklessly give you just what you asked for he tastes the tang of saltwater in your kiss. tucking your face against his neck to stifle your sobs for him to go faster, harder he loses himself fully in the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, the way your body's doing everything in its power to milk him for all he's worth.
he almost can't believe he's been so stubborn, trying to tell you your own limits when clearly you know yourself far better.
#idk id go fucking bonkers after a while if he wouldn't let me ride him until i go braindead#kento nanami smut#nanami smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami x fem!reader#nanami x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut
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no pain, no gain, right?
"is this all a game, or are they all secretly masochists?!"
nah, imaging being kidnapped by the batfam, neglected or not, romantic or platonic, and being expected to treat your abduction as merely normal, to love them like you've known them for your entire life rather than strangers who randomly decided that you're the object of affection they'd focus on their attention on one dayâ
do they honestly think you'd fall for their honeyed words? of course not! you're fucking trapped with both men and women alike with physical capabilities enough to trap you in a headlock or in a bear hug. they could kill you with a damn finger jabbed into your neck. is that not a valid enough reason for you to try and constantly fight them?
if you're a person bound on the feistier side, the first course of action you'd commit on, say, dick who's known to be the most physically affectionate, the neediest of them all - who's constantly kissing you, playing with your hair and laying his head on your chest - would be your nails digging deep into his skin and dragging it along his back, or trying to throw a punch into tim's face when you feel he's been staring into you rather than at you far too deeply for your liking, watching the blood drip down his nose like a faucet right after, as long as it means his eyes would leave your body for just a damn second.
whatever they're doing, even if they're always assuring you that they're doing this out of love, out of protection, out of their deep-seated paranoia that out there, you're not safe, you won't survive; their actions are all done for you â yet they'll always be met with you threatening to bite or chew their faces off. they're not your damn family, or lovers, or whatever fantasies they think they could reenact with you, and they know damn well that you won't be giving up soon, not at allâ!
yet you don't know that behind your fiery side are those willing to let the fire burn much longer, those who throw more logs and gasoline into the ever-burning pit of rage and spite that crackles at your heart.
jason trying to trap you into his muscly arms only warrants your fight-or-flight instincts, akin to a gothamite walking past the crime alley, kicking and scratching at the man just wishing for a day of comfort as he sighs and nuzzles his head into the crown of your hair, breathing deeply to take in your scent, as if you're not currently pulling his hair out. he'll let you bite on his hard neck, or kick at the fat of thighs or even his crotch with no reaction other than tightening his already caged grip on your body.
a body much frailer compared to everybody else's. a mere gazelle to a lion ready to be chased anytime soon.
bruce placing a hand behind your back will only result in you digging deeply into his forearms, wide eyes and heaving breaths that reflects not only utter fear but a thinly-veiled threat of another session of attempting to uppercut him, like you're some wild prey ready to make a run if he dares push the boundaries you settled for. yet all he does is try his best to warmly smile at you without any weariness, not even any vigilance of your future actions, and most especially not fear.
how long are you going to fight them? why are even you doing this? to soften the blow? to make them wish they regret even taking you away from the first place? or do you wish for them to feel a semblance of fear you felt whenever their toned arms surprised you from when they appeared before a shadow? do they not know just how deeply terrified you are of them, that you're doing all this because you're afraid of their strength?
except, what you expected never came. you would've been fine with them punishing you, slowly losing their inhibitions, snarling at you every damn time you snap, becoming tired of your antics and threatening to throw you out, even mocking you for your weakness; anything...!
but not whatever this is.
not the stupidly gentle smiles, or the droopy eyes that look as if they've fallen in love even more at just how much droplets of blood you were able to procure with another set of scratches against jason's forearms. not the astounded whistles at another bruise you managed to punch into steph's shoulders after a momentary lapse of shock from another one of her back hugsâ as of this were some all sick form of therapy. you know they're taking your daily fights seriously, you know it because they always take note of it by staring at each other every time you manage to injure them! but fuck, why are they just letting you do as you will?
since when have your nails been longer, sharper even?
why is jason just... staring at you, his gaze proud and mighty, not out of his attempts at mocking you but looking genuinely so gratified. there's rivulets of crimson dripping down his neck all the way to the clavicle until it reaches his upper pecs, multiple indents of scars already faded, now overlayed with fresher, even deeper ones; displayed like a museum artifact by his loose tee. his fingers, shaky and equally scarred, moved to run over the inflicted injuries, touching and pressing deep, as it just as quickly finds its way to his mouth, lapping at the blood, his eyes never leaving your equally shivering form; dread and disgust curling into your very being.
he takes deep breaths after lapping his fingers clean, his fists are curled together like yours; except your nails are stained with blood, jason's, a stench that curdles deep into your nostrils. and for a second you feel something scarier than fear, an immeasurable pit of doom that looms over your back. for a second, you thought this would be the last time you'll ever see the light again. just as quickly as you scratched him, you try to retort with an excuse.
"jason, i'm- i'm so sorry i didn't mean toâ!"
"we get it now, angel...
this is your way of coping, right? it's all good, do as much damage as you could 's long as you get it all out of your system, 'kay?
and thanks, by the way. this one's even better than the one you gave me just earlier."
what does he mean? what's even better...? you just- you just gave it your all trying to engrave your sharp nails into already scarred skin; why is he talking to you as if he's congratulating you rather than scolding you?
no, no, no... he shouldn't be all like this... why is everybody staying silent all throughout? why do your ears wring, every sound mapped around the house turned into one singular sound? this shouldn't be happening, no! he should be mad, should be punching you, bruce should've broken you both up the moment he noticed your hands make a way for jason's neckâ yet since when did anybody try to interrupt?! the only damn time, god... the only time they ever do is when you try to inflict injuries on yourself, but never on others... just why?
there's sudden clapping that distracts you from your thoughts, from dick's or duke, you don't know? one of them is saying something and you can't comprehend it other than one-liners and muffled, incomprehensible words.
"â'm jealous of you," that's duke's voice! what else is he saying? why is he envious? of what exactly? the fear doesn't settle down unlike all the other times, there's tears that began brimming on your eyes and you still stand in the middle of the living room, the chandelier's light basking you in its ethereal glow, yet you feel the opposite. you're no angel as what's jason called you, and the people surrounding you are more like demons than anything else; witnessing your fall from grace, taking you away from your home whilst having the audacity applauding your presence as if you've fucking graced them.
and then steph coos, your head snaps to the direction of her grating "awe's!". you're convinced she's looking at jason like he's been vindicated for some crime, eyes you never knew could hold so much anger and spite. you don't know why she does, you don't understand the hidden implications of her next words, you can only watch from a distance.
"that should've been me, y'know! that's so unfair of you!" her seething voice and hardened glare at the man subsided into your thoughts; who wishes to be hurt? who even wants to be the victim of your feisty glares and venomous insults? you know they don't like it when you stare at them with burning hatredâ but why do they enjoy it when you physically scar them instead? when you punch at their noses and watch as the blood stains their clothes evidently?
and yet it only registered within your mind just now: how they never seem to patch up any of the marks you imprint on their body. it's only now that you realize that they always bare it right in front of everybody, some even wearing looser clothes that give others a peek of their skin in the more intimate places you've marked. there's bandages from when they go home after every patrol, there's casts that they wear after suffering through broken bones and dislocated limbs from the criminals they fight every nightâ but never with you, not even a gauze from when you've cut all too keenly into damian's cheeks, a deep gash that he's sported proudly throughout the following months with everyone else seething, even bruce seems envious of his own son.
"well, it's not my fault you didn't try hard enough, blondie. right, angel? guess they love me even more than you," his sultry words pierced through your mind, and for just a second, he was already at your side, hands weighing on your shoulder whilst his head makes its way to the crown of your head, leaning down to give you a lingering kiss on your forehead. he releases an airy laugh at the complaints that come after. and for a second, your claws were ready to retaliate from mere instinct, at how he dares treat the entire situation like a bragging right; but unlike last time, you try to hold back, shoulders sagging as you try to blink out the tears running down your eyes; all right after discovering their... sick fetishes.
fetishes you didn't know run deeper than just that. you don't even know of the competition they hold every night right after they put you to sleep, counting each and every scar, every pull of the hair, every bloodied nose, bruised eyes, scratched skin, cuts inflicted from knives and other sharp objects laying around, your very own murder attempts at your abductors; all tallied and inputted into barbara's coded system that tracks and points each and every injury. you don't know just how much they cherish these marks you left in their body, like medals dangling off their parts that showcase their dedication, their patience never dwindling at achieving your trustâ bruce once said it was an unhealthy habit of yours, but dick retaliates, saying it's the only way they could get closer to you.
it's the only time that you willingly touch them, even if it's with animosity, with passion and hope that someday you'd maim them just hard enough to escape.
"don't even think tonight's over yet, todd. you all simply haven't seen what they've done to me just yet," now it's damian who butts in, with emerald eyes gleaming with emotions you're still unable to detangle. yet now there's hints of rage, a face that says he's ready to compete with what jason has to offer now, hands caressing the cloth he wears that hides an injury enough to compete with the pain you've inflicted upon jason, an injury you're far too familiar with.
he's the youngest, and sometimes, you feel the most fear trying to discern why he's too possessive of your time, of your space and your presence, all whilst sporting a glare that never seems to lighten. but nothing ever changed the fact that he's the one who pushes all your buttons the most, he's the one with the cruelest words and sickening intentions, enough for you to treat him the foulest you ever could; with murder the only product in your mind every time he tries to even come closer to you.
and his words right now made you realize just how deeply you fucked up, and just how equally as fucked up your abductors truly are...
after all, you did just bite him earlier, in the space between his neck and shoulders from when he attempted to lick at your neck, making sure your teeth grates at his skin and nearly rips at flesh; to the point where the taste of blood that filled your mouth still lingers even until now.
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a/n: art by yuto sano. written in 30 minutes sheesh. you know what's scarier than your kidnappers retaliating against you whenever you try to attack them? them taking it all in stride instead. the delusional belief that it's your own expressive way of getting used to their presenceâ even going as far as turning it into some sort of competition on who gets to have the most scars by the end of the day. i think that's absolutely more insane than just punishing you, and please tell me i was at least able to portray the feeling of doom well with this. i also hope this isn't too ooc. guys, pls pls pls tell me what you think of this, did this cook or what? interaction's been low lately and i've been feeling demotivated to write so uhm... also, if anyone wants me to write the difference between the romantic or platonic implications of masochist/sub batfam, just tell me and i will!
this is inspired by @on-leatheredwings post about masochist tim drake. she's literally the reason why i read the entire red robin comic run and was obsessed with him for like a long period of time because of her banger portrayal of him. and it's also inspired by @sleepingdiaryzzz's recent post, her writing is really immaculate and well thought out unlike mine LMAO and she's a tad bit underrated so you guys definitely should check her out! this post is also dedicated to @neerathebrightstar, thank u for being my coolest supporter ever.
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Sharing a bed with kny men
Pairings: Yoriichi x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 5,7k (lmao)
Warnings: injury in Yoriichi's part, smut in Sanemi's part so read if you're 18+, this is a long ass fic y'all, not proofread
This is actually my first time posting Sanemi smut and I'm super scared. Let me know what you think đ„čđ€
Also, do you want me to do other characters too?đ«¶
Yoriichi
I heard you @laurencrsnt đ«¶
All your life, you never even thought about the possibility that maybe, youâll encounter a demon someday. Why you, out of all people? Why especially you?
Even now with its cold eyes glaring down at you and your shoulder ripped open by its claws, you fail to find an answer for that. Is it your fate to die right here, when you only went out at night in order to buy medicine for your little sister who has fever? Is dying the cruelest death really your destiny when you wish for nothing more than growing old and watching your own children live their lives?
Itâs unfair.
You shouldnât lay here, crumpled onto the still wet street. You shouldnât feel the sensation of your eyes watering, your hands trembling, your heart racing.
This shouldnât be your last day walking on this earth. You didnât even have the chance to find the man of your dreams yetâŠ
Itâs ridiculous and you know it, that spark of determination that rushes through your bones. All of the sudden you spring back onto your feet and start running. Out of the city, away from the lit streets straight into the dark woods.
Even if you have to die here, you wonât give up this easily. You wonât allow this demon to end your life without putting up a fight.
âWhy do you girls always think you can run away, huh? Itâs too easy to sweep you off your feetâ, the demon behind you comments dryly.
With a swift motion of his hand, it digs open your tender flesh all over again, sends your violent scream echoing through the lonely forest. You fall to the ground like a bag of rice, your torn leg now refusing its service completely.
âLet me go!â, you shriek in horror.
No, you donât want to die here, you just want to go back to bed and forget about this.
But the forest ground isnât your bed and the demon in front of you whoâs ready to slice through your throat isnât only a nightmare.
Your heart sinks to the floor, body suddenly feeling numb and lifeless. You will die here.
âIâll keep you in good memory. Well, at least for tonightâ, the demon jeers at you.
You close your eyes, desperately try to imagine your little sister. Sheâll find herself a loving husband and her very own family without any doubt. Even without you around, her life will turn out alright. Even without you around, life goes on. You donât have to feel sad or guilty, you just have to let goâŠ
âGet away from that woman.â
A low male voice, so charismatic that you think you might dream. He sure must be handsome. Men with voices like that always have a matching face.
A slicing blade, a dull thud. But no claws that dig into your flesh one last time, no bow of relief that youâve been awaiting for quite some time by now. Your eyelids start shivering. When is this finally over?
âAre you alright? Please allow me to help you up.â
The second something touches your skin, your eyes snap open in an instant. But they arenât greeted by those venomous red orbs from earlier. No, these ones are soft but strong and have that calming fuchsia color. This isnât a demon.
This is a man.
âDonât be afraid. The demon is goneâ, he continues speaking with his low voice.
You have no control over your own body and shivering limbs. Itâs impossible for you to say a single word. Are you really out of danger? Is it really over?
When he pulls you off the ground, a violent scream escapes your lips. No, you donât want to die, you donât want your life to end tonight. Not like this, not without saying goodbye.
âPlease calm down, everything is alright nowâ, the stranger tries to reassure you, but his words donât even reach your ringing ears.
You gasp for air like a fish on land, forehead now covered in ice cold sweat. This canât be your end.
If Yoriichi doesnât act now, you might faint due to your stress. But what is he supposed to do? You donât seem to listen to his words and touching you might only make it worse. Maybe you need, assurance?
âI wonât hurt you, see? My hands have no intention of doing you any harm.â
Gently, he glides his fingertips up and down your uninjured harm. Despite the look of horror on your face and your gaping wounds, you do have a lovely face and truly remarkable eyes.
âI came here to help youâ, he continues until his fingertips finally brush over your tear-soaked face.
What is this feeling of warmth deep inside his chest? You arenât the first woman he saved from the claws of a demon.
âI would like to accompany you on your way back home-â
âNoâ, you suddenly blurt out.
Even though lying in bed on your own was all you were able to think about just a few moments ago, the thought feels like a threat now. What if another demon follows you back home? What if your little sister gets attacked because of your foolishness? No, you simply canât go back now. But on the other handâŠJust the thought of sleeping alone here in the woods runs shivers down your spine.
âIâŠIâll find a place to stay. OtherwiseâŠthey might harm my sisterâŠâ, you mutter.
âAllow me to escort you to my estate, then.â
You yank your head to the side in sheer disbelief, eyes searching for a spark of humor in his calming orbs. Is he really serious about that? After all, youâre a stranger. He doesnât even know your name. Now that you think of itâŠwho is this?
âHow can I know for sure that you arenât a demon yourself?â
âTake my handâ, he instructs you gently.
Is this really a good idea? You take a deep breath in, try to calm down your pounding heart. What do you have to lose?
When your shaky fingers wrap themselves around his much larger hand, you get ingulfed by warmth. His palms feel rough but also comforting against your bruised skin.
âDemons are cold since they are deadâ, he explains briefly.
âBut I am not. I am a demon slayer. It is my only destiny to safe innocent souls from their death.â
Oh. Your gaze drifts towards a katana that hangs dangles from his belt. No, demon donât find with those weapons. So, are those words really true?
âYouâŠYou want to help me?â
âIâd love to help you if you allow me to.â
What has gotten into him? Did he really offer you to hold his hand, let alone to sleep at his house so you donât have to fear the night on your own? Never in his life, Yoriichi allowed himself to develop feelings apart from empathy for those around him.
But those eyes. Those eyes of yours really captivate him, devour him fully. How is he supposed to leave you out here, soaked in your own blood with bruises all over your body?
âYouâŠreally would?â
Is this really okay? When you were a child, your mother told you over and over that you arenât allowed to talk to strangers, let alone man.
ButâŠdoes that also include the handsome, charismatic and armored ones?
âI keep my word. Also, your wounds need care as well. Please, allow me to help you.â
What do you have to lose.
âIf thatâs the case, Iâd love to take your offerâ, you reply shyly.
âIâm glad to hear that. I will show you the way-â
A loud groan escapes your lips before youâre able to stop it. His charismatic eyes almost made you forget about the gaping wound the monster from before inflicted on you.
Almost.
âYou shouldnât move your leg with a wound like that. I will carry you to my estate.â
âYou willâŠcarry me?â, you mutter with widened eyes.
But just when you try to take a step forward, his words become painfully clear. No, there really is no way youâll be able to walk anywhere with that leg. But allowing him to carry you?
âI might be a little heavy.â
âLet me assure you, you arenât heavy at all.â
âFineâŠâ, you grumble.
âBut only a few meters.â
Gently, he stranger wraps his arms around your shoulder and knees before he starts walking.
He smells good. Like a field of flowers on a sunny day. And the way his heart beats against your cheek reminds you that youâre still alive, that you survived somehow.
This man saved you.
âI didnât even thank you.â
âThereâs no need to thank me. This is the least I can do for you after I almost came too late.â
He stares blankly at the blood that still drips from your leg. Just a few seconds later and that demon would have killed you with him simply watching. Why? Why is he not able to save them all, why is he still not good enough to stop this madness?
âDonât tense up, donât think anything less of yourself because I was injured. I was a fool for leaving the house this late at night on my own.â
Despite the fact that cold sweat still runs down your forehead and even though your fingertips still shake in shock, you cup his cheek and force his troubled eyes to look at you.
âI am beyond thankful for my rescue. The worst thing about dying today would have been leaving my little sister behind. But you saved me. And not only that, you even offered me a safe place to stay for the night. I really donât know ifâŠIf Iâd be able to sleep on my own tonightâŠâ
The stranger doesnât say a word, his eyes roaming around your face without a real aim.
âOh, I didnât even ask. Whatâs your name?â
âMy name is not important-â
âIâm (y/n)â, you introduce yourself friendly.
âMyâŠmy name is Yoriichiâ, the man carrying you mumbles.
Yoriichi. An unusual name that youâve never heard before.
âThat name suits you well.â
âWeâll arrive soon. I hope you donât expect a big mansion since I am living in a rather small cottage-â
âIâm living in a tiny barrack in the city. A house in the woods sounds like a dreamâ, you mutter.
The second you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a wooden cabin with a plain futon lying on the floor and an improvised kitchen in the back of the house. Nothing special, very fitting for the man who gently lowers you onto the futon.
âI will take care of your wounds nowâ, he announces before taking off his haori and katana.
Without his threatful weapon dangling from his belt, he looks like a normal man.
If it wasnât for those captivating eyes. He has to be the most breathtaking man youâve ever seen.
âFortunately, the cut on your leg isnât deep. Iâll disinfect the wound and bandage itâ, he explains briefly before his skilled hands spring into action.
âYou really are good at everythingâ, you comment.
Heâs so gentle that even the alcohol that disinfects your wound doesnât seem to burn. Why have you never stumbled across him? You were so sure that you know each and every man around that it almost drove you insane. But him? Heâs different from all the others. Heâs truly special.
âYou will have to take your kimono off. I need access to the wound on your shoulder.â
Oh.
âY-yeah, sureâŠâ
Hesitantly, you pull the blood-soaked fabric down your shoulder so that only your chest is still covered. Yoriichiâs eyes seem to gleam in the moonlight like liquid metal.
âYou look lovelyâ, he flusters into the night.
He doesnât know what has gotten into him. Is it the alcohol rising up his nose, the smell of blood that radiates from your bruised body that makes him say those strange things?
No. It has to be because of those eyes of yours. Those eyes that captivated him from the moment he first saw them.
"Thank you," you stammer, your cheeks flushing as you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"You too," you add quickly, immediately regretting your awkward response.
Both you and Yoriichi swallow hard, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changing.
âI am finished. You should rest for tonight. After all, this was a draining fight for youâ, he mutters while getting up.
You let out the breath you didnât know you were holding, heart still hammering so roughly against your ribcage that youâre almost sure heâs able to hear it. What was this tension?
âButâŠthis is your futon-â
âYou are my guest. Of course, I will sleep on the floor on the other side of the room.â
Oh. A wave of disappointment rushes over you before youâre able to stop it. What were you expecting, secretly hoping? That this man will share a bed with you?
Honestly, yes.
âYouâŠyou really donât have toâŠâ
Oh, how much Yoriichi wished he wouldnât have to.
âI insist on taking the floor.â
âI actually want you to sleep by my side. Please.â
The begging tone in your voice stops him mid-track.
âThis night wasâŠhorrible. A little company would definitely help, if you donât mind.â
âI donât mind at allâ, he replies a little too hasty.
âI just donât want to invade your personal space. After all, Iâm a stranger.â
âA really kind strangerâ, you add shyly.
Are you acting out of line? You shouldnât push him to sleep next to you when his offer to let you sleep here is already generous enough, right?
âForget my question, I was acting out of line-â
âNo, not at all. I would love sleeping besides you.â
He crosses the room in an instant and kneels down next to you.
âBut let me know whenever I become too much.â
What a ridiculous thought. Why would he ever become too much? Him, your savior, that remarkable man.
You scoot over until your back is pressed against the cool wall, eyes still fixated on his gleaming eyes. Will you really be able to sleep tonight when this is the first time ever a man lies beside you?
And what a handsome one on top.
âYou should try to sleep now. Nothing will happen to you as long as I am hereâ, he reassures you.
That is the least he can do after failing to protect you in the first place.
âAgain, thank you for all of this. I definitely own you a favorâ, you mumble.
Suddenly your lids start to get heavy, your mind slows down bit by bit. Maybe this rough night really took its toll on you. Is It the safety he radiates, his calming smell? In the matter of seconds, only your low and even breath is heard.
Finally, Yoriichi is able to allow himself a closer look at you. You look so peaceful and innocent with a face so remarkably beautiful that he canât stop staring. You have to be the prettiest woman heâs ever seen. A man like him really doesnât deserve lying next to a woman like you. Maybe he should give you space, leave you now that you fell asleep-
With a quiet groan, you draw closer to him in your sleep until your head rests on top of his chest and with your arms wrapped around his upper body.
He doesnât dare to move an inch, eyes widen in utter surprise. Is thisâŠcuddling? His mind races back and forth, eyes resting on your calm features. What is he supposed to do now?
Hesitantly, he allows his hand to rest on your back. What an unknown sensation, all those feelings that rise up his chest right where your hand rests.
For the first time since forever, he is the one who feels safe. Â Â
He is the one who feels loved.
He is the one who feels warm.
And you? You cuddle yourself against him until the sun rises all over again.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
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âThis is bullshitâ, the man walking next to you mumbles under his breath.
âKeep focused. It was Kagaya-samaâs personal wish that the two of us go on this mission togetherâ, you mumble with a fake smile decorating your bright red lips.
And thatâs the only reason why you agreed in the first place. Why else would you pretend to be Sanemi Shinazugawaâs personal concubine if it wasnât for Kagaya-sama and this undercover mission?
The plan is pretty simple. Countless people, including other demon slayers, lost their lives in this little innocent village that becomes a red-light district at night. Nobody knows why or who is responsible for this.
One of the upper moons, maybe.
It just made sense to dress you up as a concubine. After all, you are the light hashira, a mighty swordswoman and probably the most talented out of Mitsuri and Shinobu when it comes to acting.
And then thereâs him. You glance at Sanemiâs annoyed face from the side. Why on earth did Kagaya-sama choose him? What about Rengoku, Giyu, Obanai, Tengen, Gyomei? Arenât they a way better fit?
You sign to yourself.
Truth is, they arenât. While Rengoku, Obanai, Tengen and Gyomei would stand out immediately, Giyu would never be able to sell you as his concubine. No, no one except the wind hashira is able to make this look natural.
No one but him looks this good in a dark green kimono.
What?
âStop staring at me like that, bratâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âI was just hoping you might disappear if I stare long enough, idiotâ, you bite back in frustration.
Why does he always have to be so mean, though? You really tried to get along with him countless times, put on the most precious smile whenever you talked to him and made sure to always bring him ohagi whenever you had the chance to. But Sanemi Shinazugawa never stopped hating you. And eventually, a part of you started to dislike him as well. That one part thoughâŠ
You allow your eyes a minor glimpse at his barely exposed chest. That tiny part deep within your head is somehow still drawn to him. And you hate it.
âArenât concubines supposed to shut up?â
âWatch your mouth or Iâll leave immediately.â
âBoth of us know you wouldnât do that.â
You let out your shaky breath, your hand crushing his while you wear the same friendly smile as before.
âDonât mess with me, Shinazugawaâ, you speak out with low voice.
His face tenses up ever so slightly, hand fighting for freedom out of your merciless grasp.
âYouâll regret talking to me like that when weâre alone, brat.â
-at the estate-
âIâd like to show you to my newest possession. Please introduce yourselfâ, Sanemi speaks out.
Like Amane-sama showed you, you bow in front of the man that looks you up and down with his filthy eyes.
âMy name is Kiyomiâ, you introduce yourself oh so sweetly.
âThat name really suits you. What a beauty you are. Iâm sure Iâd find a lot of paying customers for you hereâ, the disgusting man purrs and stretches out his hand in order to touch your face.
âDonât touch the goodsâ, Sanemi barks at him immediately before slapping his dirty hand away.
Who does this guy think he is, trying to touch you so casually? No. That jerk isnât allowed to caress your face. The plain thought of men like him getting to put their hands on youâŠ
Sanemiâs guts turn.
âArenât you here to sell her and yourself for the night? If thatâs the case, she wonât be your good anymore for the next few hours but mine.â
He smiles at you through rotten teeth, his breath almost forcing you to choke. You are only here to detect the demon who is responsible for the countless deaths in this area. You donât have to touch any of these men. None of them will touch you.
What about Sanemi, though? An uneasy feeling rises up your chest when your eye catches a group of women who stare him up and down with lust in their eyes. Will he allow himself a taste before continuing with this mission? Will he find a woman he is attracted to? All of them look flawless, too good to even consider the service of a paid men. But if that man looks like SanemiâŠ
âYou will find your room to the right. This is where the female customers choose their good. After paying, you belong to themâ, the man explains briefly while showing both of you around.
âWhy would these women pay for the services of a man? This is a noble region that is well-inhabited by countless menâ, you blurt out.
âItâs not about them being men. Itâs about looks. Only the fine-looking men even get the chance to work here for the nightâ, he explains briefly.
Fine-looking man, huh? Well, there is no doubt in the fact that Sanemi suits that description way too good. With his firm muscles highlighted by scars from countless battles, he looks like a walking god. Let alone his perfect face, his eyes that now look soft and seducing without being irritated constantly. His white hair that frames his features perfectly.
âAs for the women, we look for a broad variety of bodies, looks and personalities. You are very easy on the eye and mysterious. Iâm sure countless customers will fall for that.â
âAnd whatâŠwhat services do they expect?â
The man in front of you bursts out in hysteric laughter, you can feel Sanemiâs eyes piercing through your skull.
âWhat they expect? Intercourse and everything that revolves around it, of course! Do you think they pay you for some cuddles and nice words?â
You swallow hard. There is no need to do that, right? Youâll somehow shrug them off and investigate this place at night. Maybe youâll find the demon right away and-
âNow, you are a fine-looking man. Who is this?â, a woman suddenly purrs out of the shadows.
âA new worker for the nightâ, the disgusting man explains with a dirty smile.
âWell, if thatâs the case, Iâll definitely make a reservation.â
âIt would be an honor, my ladyâ, suddenly replies in the same cheeky tone
Your guts turn in an instant, eyes narrowing slightly as you watch how a smile forms itself on Sanemiâs usual resting lips.
âWhat a gentleman he is. I cannot wait to meet you.â
âThe honor is on my side, my lady.â
And then he steps in front of her. Elegantly, he grabs the hand she already holds out and kisses her knuckles. Your heartrate quickens, the warm flush that starts creeping up your face barely covered by your makeup.
Fucking asshole. So heâs acting like a jerk towards you all this time while treating other women like this? You hate the knot that forms itself in your throat, the disgusting feeling of disappointment that rushes over you.
Does he really hate you this much?
âWell, I think I should introduce myself to the customers as well. Have a pleasant night, Sirâ, your monotone voice speaks out on its own.
With one last bow towards him, you follow the man into the womenâs corridor without even gifting him a single look. Sanemi canât help but furrow his eyebrows at your sudden reaction. Did you really want to get rid of him so badly? Maybe youâll actually meet up with some of those guys andâŠ
âAre you interested-â
âI will meet up with you later this evening, my lady. Please excuse me.â
Without another look or word, he storms into his assigned room and closes the door behind him.
Sanemiâs mind starts going insane. What if you actually like one of those guys? Or what if one of them hurts you, tries to force you into something you donât want? He heard the worst stuff about places like this.
Fuck, he shouldnât have let you go in the first place. Why you? This mission is way too dangerous for someone like you, for someone this gorgeous-
âIâm losing my fucking mindâ, he mutters through gritted teeth.
âI canât do thisâ, you breathe out in sheer panic while lying in bed.
No, just the thought of Sanemi having the fun of his life with that girl from earlier feels like ripping your beating heart out of your chest. Will he really share a bed with them?
If itâs for the mission, he definitely would. Nothing is greater than his urge to kill demons, especially when it comes to an upper ranked one. That little sacrifice wouldnât stop him.
And it breaks your dumb heart.
A hard knock on the door rips you out of your running thoughts. Is this your first customer? All color drains from your face, eyes widen in horror with every bow against the wooden door.
âJust a momentâ, your shaky voice shouts.
YouâŠDo you have to look presentable? You have to think about the things you can tell him. Maybe you donât even have to sleep with him, maybe this will distract you from the things Sanemi is probably doing right now.
You open the door.
And stare straight into the furious eyes of Sanemi Shinazugawa.
Before youâre even able to react, he pushes himself into your room and closes the door behind him before yanking you against the wall.
âWhat did you do?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
Your heart starts hammering roughly against your ribcage. Him? Here?
âWhat the hell are you doing he-â
âAnswer my question right now!â, he barks into your face.
âI didnât do anything!â, you shriek.
âWhat the hell has gotten into you!?â
âHas somebody touched you?â
His rough hands start running up and down your neck, yank the sleeves of your kimono upwards in a haste.
âWhat?â, you breathe out.
What the hell is going on? Just when you managed to pull your arm away from him, he grabs your wrist again with his face only inches away from yours.
âDid somebody touch you?â, he screams into your face.
âNo!â, you cry back.
âBut why would you even care? It looked like you had plenty of fun!â
He shakes his head while looking at you in utter surprise and confusion.
âWhat non-sense are you talking now-â
âDid you sleep with that woman from earlier when I was gone?â
God, you hate the way your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, you hate the way your eyes fill with hot tears. He came here to confront you with all those accusations while he was out there having the time of his life, while all you were able to think about is him?
âNo, I didnât sleep with anyone!â
âStop lying to me!â
âYouâre the only one I want!â, he suddenly blurts out breathlessly.
âWhat?â, you utter in hushed panic.
This has to be a cruel joke, an unforgiving way to stop you from doing anything. Sanemi Shinazugawa, wanting you?
âSince I first saw you with your fucking perfect face and so melodic voice, I canât think about anything else! You, sleeping with some random guy while Iâm just a few doors away. I canât take it!â
He grabs your head with both hands, eyes staring at you so intensely that you feel like collapsing any minute. If thatâs really true, if thatâs really how he feelsâŠ
âButâŠI want you tooâ, you squirm.
âI always wanted you, Sanemi.â
His lips crash against yours with so much power that you almost fall over. Suddenly his hands are all over your body, tongue unforgiving as he discovers your mouth with a passion youâve never felt before. You allow your very own hands to finally discover the deep valleys of his muscular back, to let your hasty fingertips wander over his tight chest.
It becomes unbearable. Everything starts to become unbearable. That minor gap between your bodies, the clothes that still deny you full access to his naked skin, the feeling of not having enough.
âI need moreâ, you whimper against his lips, not even knowing what exactly youâre asking about.
Sanemi lifts you up with ease, not even breaking the kiss when he pushes you onto the bed with his massive body lingering on top of you.
You feel like suffocating in the most exquisite way.
âIâll give you whatever you wantâ, he breathes against your lips that now find your neck.
A whimper escapes your mouth before you can stop his, body rearing up underneath him.
âS-Sanemi!â
âFuckâ, he hisses before his dark eyes meet you again in distress.
âTell me you want this.â
âIâŠwhat?â
You canât produce a single logical sound, head still spinning from the unknown sensation that starts building up inside your stomach. Is this what desire feels like?
âTell me you want this too. Tell me you want me.â
âI wanted you all this timeâ, you reply without thinking twice.
With a swift motion, you find yourself engulfed by his arms with his lips caressing yours all over again. Like in trance, you begin opening his kimono, expose his bare skin to your merciless eyes.
âYou look so shamelessly goodâ, you whimper.
Oh, how often you pondered about how his chest feels like, if his scars are soft or as rough as his walls.
âCan IâŠ?â
His hands grab the ends of your kimono, eyes staring down at you flustered. Is that blush creeping up his cheeks?
âItâs justâŠYou knowâŠIâve never done this beforeâŠâ, you stammer.
âDo I look like I did, idiot?â, he mutters while gently taking off your kimono until you lay underneath him.
Completely naked.
âI mean, yesâŠâ
âNo, I didnâtâ, he barks.
âI guess I waited for someone specialâŠâ
âI did as wellâ, you reply in an instant.
Is this real or are you dreaming? Sanemi Shinazugawa laying on top of you fully nude. Sanemi Shinazugawa stating that he likes you. Sanemi Shinazugawaâs hand that start moving downwardsâŠ
Until he reaches between your legs and simply takes your breath away.
âAre you okay?â, he mutters, eyes filled with worry.
You nod absently, eyes rolling back into your skull. God, this feels like heaven. When a groan escapes his lips, you completely lose yourself. Out of instinct, you grab his neck and yank him even closer towards you, your hot breath clashing against his face.
âSanemi!â
His name sounds like a prayer coming from your mouth, forces his fingers to move even faster. Is this good? Is he doing everything alright? Your whimpers grow louder and louder, nails digging into his now oversensitive skin with so much pressure that it threatens to burst. You look so gorgeous with your eyes pressed shut, your delicate mouth forming an âoâ.
And then you burst right underneath him, scream his name over and over again with your legs shaking. He canât wait no longer, canât contain himself another second.
âI need youâ, he mutters.
âPlease, let me have you.â
âYesâ, you breathe out, mind still spinning when the firework that just exploded in your lower body slowly starts wearing off.
Until you feel him all over again. But this time, not his fingers. Your glossy eyes widen in utter surprise when he carefully stretches you out and disappears inside of you, hands holding onto him for dear life.
âAre you okay?â, he whimpers.
âPleaseâŠgive meâŠmoreâŠâ
He almost loses his mind, the new sensation almost eating him up alive. Countless nights, he dreamed about what it might be like to have you, what it would feel like. But the reality is so much better than any dream.
Sanemi picks up his pace and grabs your waist passionately in order to keep you in place. Over and over, again and again your sticky skin collides with his until he threatens to burst.
âYouâre mineâ, he presses out through gritted teeth while pounding into you.
âIâm all yours, Sanemi!â, you cry out, nails now leaving marks on his skin.
âI needâŠah! I need you! Please!â
He knows exactly what youâre asking for. One last time, he picks up the pace while holding onto you for dear life.
Until finally, you scream his name. Finally, heâs able to let it all go.
â(y/n)!â
He collapses on top of you, his weight leaving you dizzy and unable to move. None of you dares to make a move, the only thing thatâs filling the room being your shaky and sharp breaths.
âI love you, (y/n)â, Sanemi finally mutters, his hand caressing your cheek oh so gently.
âI love you too-â
âMission report, mission report! Kagaya-sama requires a mission re- AH!â
âGet out of here right now!â, Sanemi barks at the crow that casually entered the room.
âWHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?â
âGet out!â, Sanemi screams on top of his lungs before yanking up and hunting the crow butt-naked through the room
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dean winchester x angel!reader â it's okay, it's okay.
or, dean breaks everything he touches, including himself. or, the first time dove has to use her grace.
cw, angst, injured!dean, he walks you through it kind of, dean whimpers but at what cost
word count: 2k
notes, this doesn't count toward my vote. if dean x angel wins u WILL get another i am loyal to my word!! i just got this idea n needed to get it out before i forget < 3 sorry ahead of time if it is 1) sad or 2) sucks it's late ok </3
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everyone always says the same thing when the worst comes true, but it reigns true every time - this was never meant to happen.
sure, dean could have been more careful. sure, he could have spent more time worrying about his mortal, breakable body, and not the ageless angel who'd attached to his hip. he'd gotten... used to it, more than anything, because accepting it wasn't the right word.
no, he did not want you at his side at every turn. that gave him another body to fuss over, to make sure didn't get hurt, no matter the cost. even if it was irrational. but dammit, it was you.
you were resilient. he was certain you could take care of yourself, but he panicked when he saw the claw emerging from the pitch black, heading right for your direction. dean knew, logically, that you sensed it coming, that you could have protected yourself-
he took the swipe of gashes to the shoulder anyways. a long swipe. shoulder to sternum - couldn't feel it through the daze of adrenaline, but he could feel the blood. so much blood, and so close to his heart-
"dean!"
your voice pulses in his ears like its own heartbeat. is he losing consciousness? fuck.
your footsteps pound on the dusty dirt trail in the forest, running up to where he was slumped against the nearest tree. dean coughed, blood staining his bottom lip, metal and copper clashing violently on his tongue.
"hi, dove," he whispers, trying to breath life back into his voice, falling just short. "little worse for wear, aren't i?"
"now is not the time for jokes." you kneel next to him, your eyes flitting quickly over his body until they land on the wet crimson slashes across his chest. "you bleed."
his lips quirk, even as the adrenaline is wearing and he's starting to feel the stark pain of the extent of his injuries, because he can't help it. "i do bleed," he says, wincing as the huff of laughter falls out of his mouth rips at his already ripped skin. "s'what happens when you get hurt."
"why did you get hurt?" you demand, fierce and defiant even when he's facing death. good god, he adored you. "i will live. i heal. you..."
dean knew. he knew this. how did he explain this to you, when you didn't even understand what his feelings meant?
"i've heard i look pretty good covered in blood," he says instead. "that true?"
your nimble fingers clamp hard on dean's jaw, forcing him to turn and look at you. so much feist in one ageless body. "now. is not. the time."
"you're so pretty," he breathes, his eyes melting in and out of focus. "so damn pretty when you're mad at me."
your face contorts in a mix of confusion and outrage. this, he thought, is why he doesn't tell you the other things he's been dying for in his mind. as much as dean loves your furious pout, as much as he loves the way you take that damn lip between your teeth again as you think how to stop his dying, it's better to keep you at a distance.
"the bag," dean nods to the duffel he'd dropped in his haste, a couple of feet from you, "get the bag for me, sweet girl."
he can sense the why? on your lips, and smiles, just slightly, when it doesn't come. too detrimental of circumstances for you to question is every ask and call, it seems. how bittersweet it is to be a priority only when he's dying.
you clamber back over with the bag, all but dropping it on his knee in your hurry. dean didn't even tell you what to look for before you'd unzipped it and started digging. "there's bandage wrap in there, somewhere," he rasps out, nodding his head toward you, even though you're not looking at him, "need it. to stop the bleeding."
your hands are shaking. he has nothing else to look at but you - wouldn't look anywhere else regardless - but it's the first thing his eyes lock on. "hey," he says, a little more firmly, even as it makes him wince, "s'okay. it's okay."
"you are dying, and i am useless." you snatch up a small square of shiny wrapping, and he has an explanation for why, exactly, he carries condoms everywhere, but you don't even question it. he forgot that you were too focused on him to be your usual, curious self. "this? will it protect you?"
dean pauses. now is not the time, your words echo in his head, and still, he can't help it. "protects a part of me."
you scoff, and he's upset, for a second, that the joke goes over your head. another thing he should have taught you about. upset again when you the condom also goes over your head and into the dirt with your dismissive toss.
should have. how dramatic was that? already thinking in past tense, because the pain has ebbed again, and that's never good. he was relatively calm before when he could feel it, knowing that, at the very least, it meant he could feel, but-
your hands pluck out the little roll of bandage, shaking fingers tugging at the loose end and starting to unravel it. "yeah, you've got it. not useless, dove," he mumbles, shaking his head like he vehemently denies that bogus claim. "never useless."
"what do i do with it?"
dean lifts his shirt up and over again, wincing again with a deep rumbling whimper as he feels the tear again of his skin, his muscles. a wave of nausea renders him dizzy and speechless. his arms stay raised, his vision swimming.
your irritation is so evident on your face that he's certain, right then, he's never seen you so frustrated. dean wanted to ask why, especially after all of the times you've asked him that. he didn't understand your irritation with yourself. all he needed from you was to cover up the wounds so that you could heal him without risk of him bleeding out.
"you want picked up?" you ask, tilting your head in front of dean's to force his eyes to focus on you again. "now is not the time, again."
"no-" he says, lips twitching in the corners. at the very least, you were keeping him present and conscious, what with all of your adorable attitude. he licks his dry, cracked lips and tries to ignore the copper taste on his tongue. "take that end and wrap it around. like..."
dean doesn't know if you know what a vest is, or a sash, because you don't seem to know half as much as castiel does. maybe what cas meant when he brought you into the winchesters' lives was that your naivety ran so deep because you were a new angel, a fawn trying to catch its footing and stumbling along the way.
he watches as it clicks in your mind, what he means. you are so much smarter than he gives you credit for. he leans forward, mouth falling open in a shuddery, whimpering gasp. luckily, you don't stop what you're doing and ask if he's okay. your care, it seems, either doesn't extend that far, or extends farther due to the gravity of the situation.
you straddle him as you wrap the gauze around and around, and it's damn distracting, having you this close to him again. "do it until you don't see any more of the claw marks, yeah?"
your head moves in a nod but your eyes never once leave him, focused on the task at hand. winding and winding, the gauze tightening and tightening, until his chest feels stiff with it.
"s'good," he says, raising his hand to rest his fingers on your wrist. "great job, sweet girl. here-"
his fingers walk their way down your hand until he takes the roll of gauze between them, moving the strip to his teeth and tearing until it ripped free from the roll. "there we go."
again, you stare at him expectantly, only this time, he's staring right back at you with the same anticipation in his eyes. "go on, dove. do your divine thing."
a blink. a second blink. "i don't know how."
his heart, he thinks, falls down to his ass. bypasses the gaping wound in his sternum and drops.
"that would have been great to know before i took the fucking-" he can't even be mad at you. he's dizzy, starting to shiver, and yet the idea of hurting you made him feel worse than all of those things combined.
"i did not ask you to!" no, you didn't, but what was a man who was used to jumping in front of the bullets to do? "i did not ask, and you were not supposed to be stupid."
dean forces a strained smile. "sweetheart, s'kind of my thing."
you bend down, still straddling, close enough that your nose brushes his. fuck. he was going to die without knowing what it was like to close that gap. "not the time-"
"for jokes, yeah, i- i get that," he grumbles, throat thick, spluttering on a cough. blood splatters in a hapless pattern on his shirt, on yours. "think i'm- allowed t'joke when i'm dyin'."
"you are not." your eyes stay locked onto his. there's so much passion in them that they glimmer and glitter even now, in the dead of night. "not, to either of those things. i will..."
dean hates your expression. the defeated, helpless panic in it a stark contrast to your resilient eyes. he wants to comfort you. wants to smooth the pinched skin between your brows with his thumb, but everything's starting to feel a little heavy. "cas-" his head thumps back against the wall. "uses his hands. touch."
your expression softens. there it is again, that determined gleam overtaking every other emotion on your face. there's my girl, he thinks, even though it's a thought he's never allowed himself to think before, about you. his inhibitions are lessened now, though, and who is he to hide a thing from you?
slowly, your hands lift to his cheeks, cupping his face between your palms. your skin is so warm, and his is so cold, and he can't look away from your eyes. dean's never believed in someone as much as he does you, right now.
your eyes close, and he's still looking. his head leans forward and knocks against yours, like he can't get close enough. he'd do anything to know what your lips tasted like. if they were as sweet as you were, or as furious as you tended to get.
"it's not-" you growl, and he opens his mouth to say something to counteract the rush of heat your gravelly voice shoots through his icy veins, when- "fuck it."
two beats of shock wrack through him, and he has no time, not a split second at all, to prepare for the way your mouth crashes into his. his eyes blink wide in shock before a wave of warmth starts in his chest and spreads like roots through his blood and deep in his veins. he sees the blue-white flash of your grace as it spreads around the both of you.
you pull back so suddenly that your lips pop, staring at him expectantly. no, not dean, his red soaked bandages on the outside of his torn shirt. you give him no time to process it before you're clawing at it, tearing it down the center. "jesus, dove-" his eyes drop down to follow your gaze.
the only remnants of his injury were the dried streaks of blood running down his chest, pale red and shiny in the areas still drying in the cold night air.
you laugh, soft and hesitant, and it's the prettiest noise dean has ever heard. "if i'd known i just had t'almost die t'get you to kiss me," he says slowly, "i'd have done it a lot sooner."
even if it was hardly a kiss - more of a collision. he'd just have to teach you how he liked it, later.
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@bitchykittenconnoisseur, @jensenacklesantidote,
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Appearance: Lucas is pale (he's korean american) and a brunette, with light brown hair which is curly and cut in a mulletâwhich is almost always styledâhe has a personal obsession with skin care (thanks to his ma) and he has glass skin. Lucas has vieny and large hands, along with a large physique that appears to be very overbearing to those around himâwith a skinny waistâhe stands at an outstanding 6,2ft. Lucas has hazel eyes, and during golden hour he'll stare at the sun and challenge it to a duel (he'll always fail), he often wears silver bracelets and has ears piercings, though he'll rarely wear earrings.
Character basic info: Lucas's birthday is on November the 3rd! He is bisexual, he has a hard time connecting with people, and has had a scarce amount of serious relationships, he usually loses interest fast, he's unamused and finds love repetitive and somewhat boring. Lucas is a possessive, obsessive, clingy, stalker type of yandere, who is somewhat dependent on you, not at much as Yoichi though.
backstory: Lucas is currently attending University for a degree in mechanical engineering and business, he got in through a sports scholarship, though he plans on becoming an athlete and is currently looking into it. Lucas is actually adopted, with two mom's, he calls them mom and ma respectively. His mom is a famous lawyer who is a perfectionist at heart, which seemed to have rubbed off on him as a result of observing her so much (he'd often read and do homework in her office). Lucas's ma on the other hand, put him in a whole lot of sports and afterschool programs, mainly because she wanted him to not be too feminineâand because she wanted him to try as many new things as possible. His parents can be a bit overbearing, but his childhood was decently comfortable, his parents were more than involved in his life and he couldn't be more grateful.
NSFW | 16 + CONTENT BELOW THE UNDERCUT . . .
Lucas is a switch, with an extremely high sex drive, he's a power bottomâhe'll whine and nag as you have him pinned under youâhe cries so easily, fucking into you, your insides so warm and softâhe's obsessed, he'll overstimulate you both, and leave you both a crying and sticky mess!!
As a top, Lucas is either rough or gentle, there's no in-between, he loves loves loves taking his time with youâsavoring youâwatching your face contort into pleasure as he has his way with you, his nails digging into your soft thighs, his mouth on your neck.
Lucas might have a small voyeurism kinkâin the sense that he loses control around you, with you, to the sheer thought of youâyou're like the off-switch to rationality, he seriously forgets where he is!! He can't help but growâa little touchy, flirty, needyâthe way your hands ghost over his own makes his knees weak!!âhe really can't help it, if he's being a little out of hand . . if you didn't like it, you'd tell him to stop!!!
Lucas loves hickies, both receiving them and giving them . . . especially receiving themâmark him, make him your territory, he loves you, he loves being yours . . your hands on him are a delight, the feeling of your lips, teeth, saliva, on his skin is paradise, your marksâhe wears them with sheer pride.
Kink-wise Lucas is into anything, he's very calm and open with anything, nothing is really a turn off for him . . spit on him, kick him, tie him down . . he doesn't mind!! . . Though he will be a bit more wary of doing the same to you . .
NON-NSFW HEADCANONS
Lucas's love languages are physical touch and acts of service, he'll have your favorite drink ready for you, every morning. He'll make handmade treats just for youâanything for you . .
Lucas collects small trinkets, and he has a special box filled with things he thinks you'd likeâhe's a bit embarrassed about it, it just seems very unlikely that someone like Lucas would collect trinkets, so he's a tinsy bit worried you'll judge himâwhich is weird since he's never really cared about anyone's opinion before you.
Lucas will get you to meet his parents pretty early onto any relationship, he just finds that if his parents like you, then it's a good sign beforehand, he's actually done this to all his friends and though he knows he'll marry you, and that you're the one . . . he wants you to meet the people who made him who he is now!
Lucas does have a note on his phone of the names of his future kids with you, and yes . . he does slightly plan on taking your last name . . . maybe. . possibly . . no comment.
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saying somethin' stupid like 'i love you'
fwb!gojo saying the forbidden L word during the deed ????
slightly nsfw, minors please don't interact. also fluff bc i miss gojo :(
not proof read !
thankyou so much for all the support on my recent âĄ
satoru thinks you're so cruel. one minute you're holding onto him, nails digging into his back as if you needed him to live.
chanting his name so so beautifully as he trapped you between his bare body and the bed, relentlessly thrusting into you.
and then the next you were back to acting like even his mere existence irritated you. in a way it does but not in the way he thinks.
not once had you been there the morning after. only the crumpled sheets and your nail marks served as reminders that you were here, with him.
âgojo can you not-â
âthat wasn't what you called me last night. what happened to toru?â
you glare daggers at him as one of his hand held your notebook high up. he was ridiculously tall and he liked abusing that privilege. especially against you.
âshut upâ you walk past him without bothering to take your book.
âhey you mad baby?â he chuckled, getting in front of you, stopping you again.
âcome on, answer me. why'd you leave? i thought we agreed to go to class together hmm?â
you roll your eyes at him and crossed your arms.
âthat's what you said. i didn't agree.â
âaw you're too meanâ he pouted as you scowl and try passing him again only to be stopped by his hand on your arm.
âi wanted you to stay.â his words were heavy, his face not showing even the slightest bit of his shit eating grin he always has on.
he turns to you, his round sunglasses were low on his nose and you could see his oh so beautiful eyes.
you look away because if you don't, you were pretty sure you'd be hypnotised and you'd do whatever he wanted.
âif you keep doing this i won't stay over anymore.â your words shot a painful jab at your own abdomen. his grip around you loosened slowly until he lets go completely.
âalright then.â he hands you your notebook, more like placed them into your arms as he walked away, eyes never meeting yours.
the next âsleepoverâ took place three days after the banter with satoru. he hadn't called or texted the whole time but when you asked if he was up for it, he replied almost immediately.
so here you were again, him ramming into you as you cling onto his bare body for dear life. you could feel your climax coming as your grip grew tighter and tighter.
satoru was the same, chasing his high. he had missed you a lot the past three days but tried distancing himself just so his feelings for you would simmer down.
it only resulted him thinking about you all day and even more during the night. he finds himself wishing you were here with him, either giving you the pleasure you both agreed upon or just you laying down next to him. he didn't care.
he just wanted you to be there. with him.
and now that you are, his heart clenches the way you clench around him as the both of you cummed simultaneously.
he holds your body tight as you both work your way through the orgasm, euphoria rushing through both your veins.
âfuck y/nâŠâ he groaned as he felt your grip loosen. he can't let you go just yet.
âi love youâ
he hadn't meant to say it really. not like this at least.
âsatoru we've been through this-â you push him weakly but he stays grounded, eyes boring into yours.
âi mean it.â he says, one of his hands found themselves caressing your cheeks as the other supported him while he hovered above you.
âyou don't have to say it back or⊠feel it backâŠâ satoru's voice was full of emotion.
âbut just give me a chance to show you how much i love you. then we can work things out from there.â
you find yourself falling into the charms of gojo satoru. it's not everyday he offers his heart to someone. he doesn't offer it at all but now here he is, handing it to you on a silver platter.
âalrightâ
you could see satoru's face visibly light up and his blue eyes gleammed. he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
âthankyouâ he traced his fingers on your jaw, his touch so soft, so addicting.
âyou better treat me like a princessâ you chuckle as he physically melted at the sound.
âoh i plan to do exactly that, and more, lovely.â he leaned down to place another kiss on your lips.
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He's drunk when he sends it. Pissed because Buck won't just let this die. Tired of seeing his name flash across his screen, texts full of anger and sadness and hurt.
I suspect you've already met your last and it's not me he sends, and then turns off his phone and reaches for the bottle of whiskey on his top shelf.
---
If he'd been sober he would have known better. It's not even like it's been a pervasive thought - just an inkling at the start of things that seemed to be completely off base once he got to know everyone better, but looking back... He can see it. The built in life. The steadfast support. The knowledge that they'd always, always have each other's back. The kid who hero worshipped him.
The thing is he's fielding texts from Eddie, too, checking in and then circling around to being so goddamn judgmental that it's like they've coordinated their attacks to give Tommy no room to breathe.
He ended it to save himself from slipping so far under the surface he wouldn't make it back.
The fact that he's lost them both to his own fear is icing on the cake for the demon on his shoulder that keeps trying to remind him that once upon a time he'd fully thought Eddie and Buck were amicable exes.
---
He has to blink to figure out who's standing on his doorstep. The mustache is gone.
"If you meant who I think you mean, you're dumber than you look," Eddie says, and shoulders past Tommy before Tommy can even muster an affronted expression.
Tommy wanders after Eddie into his own kitchen, immediately annoyed that he looks more at home there than Tommy has felt in weeks. He'd gotten used to the loft - the space, the echoes, the lights of the city. The smell of his own aftershave on Buck's pillow.
They never spent much time here. The loft was closer - to Harbor, to the 118, to all the things in the city that tempted them out for a night. And staying at the loft meant he wouldn't have the echoes of Buck in every room, around every corner. (The echoes are in him, instead, and he still feels the absence like a lanced wound.) Tommy has always been good at making other people think he's good at putting distance between himself and them.
Eddie digs in a drawer, pulls out the bottle opener shaped like a cow and pops two tops. Holds one out for Tommy and scowls when Tommy wrinkles his nose at the Corona.
"Absolutely screw you if you think I'm driving halfway across town for you just to get the ones you like, right now."
Tommy can't argue that. He takes a drag and swallows. Stares. Is everyone else experiencing whiplash seeing him without the mustache? It looks fine but it'd taken so much fucking work to get used to it and now it's just gone. Clean shaven, an acre of skin he hasn't seen in months.
Tommy blinked and the entire world was different. Tommy freaked and the world changed.
"What are you doing here?"
Eddie's eyebrows both lift, a frank Are You Fucking Serious look on his face that makes Tommy want to take him to the mats and have it out in the garage instead of over beers.
"Buck may be spinning his wheels trying to figure out what the fuck you meant but I know damn well what you were implying."
That seems unlikely. Eddie always seems to be the last person to have a single clue what was going on, with Buck scraping in just before him. It's a tight race.
He used to find it charming.
(He absolutely does not still find it charming, he tells his heart, and wonders if he could hire some tiny asshole gnome to go stomp around in an atrium or two and get it to stop doing what it's doing. Fucking traitor.)
"Do you actually believe that, or is it some dumb excuse because you're terrified of being happy?"
Oh, that's fucking rich.
Tommy opens his mouth to tell him exactly that but Eddie just steamrolls right by him. "You don't have to point out the hypocrisy, jackass. I'm well aware of my own issues. Thing is - you're like, almost right. Buck does make me happy. Next to Chris there's no one else in the world I'd rather have by my side, rain or shine, good or bad. I love him. He's my person."
Tommy rolls his jaw. It's not a vindication to hear it.
"Except I'm not gay, Tommy. And I don't want that. I never have. And neither does Buck, just in case that argument was about to hit the airwaves."
"How do you know?"
Something sparks in the back of Eddie's eyes. Understanding. Triumph.
"You want an itemized list or a demonstration?"
Which is when Tommy knows he's stepped into an absolute minefield. No markers. Just free balling his way through a conversation that could explode with even the slightest pressure.
Eddie's got his phone out.
None of this is ideal.
When he looks up, his eyes land squarely on Tommy, who would like in this moment to be able to curl so far in on himself he gets sucked clean through the other side. "First of all, Buck may have just been improvising his entire journey of sexuality but for once I was trying to get ahead of the curve so that whole starry-eyed newly not straight vision you have of Buck is bullshit. You let him pull you along by the shirt strings for months without pressing pause and then you freak out when he thinks his speed and your speed are the same speed?"
This is feeling a whole lot like an ambush, now.
"Did you ever even try to slow him down?"
Tommy has some choice words that aren't remotely appropriate to say to someone who is at least tangentially still his friend, so he takes another swig of shitty beer. God, this shit is awful.
"You wanna know how I know I'm not his one? How I know he's not mine?"
Tommy really, really doesn't. Honestly he'd like to kick him out.
"Because he went at our friendship at the same warp speed pace he took your relationship and it never fucking scared me."
Proof in the pudding, for Tommy. He's not the sort of jackass who actually thinks he can make a different judgement call on someone else's sexuality than the one they've made themselves, but come on.
"Shannon's been dead for half a decade," Eddie says, voice dropping so suddenly Tommy feels it like an icy draft. "And maybe one day I'll make my peace with that. Maybe one day I'll get out from under it. The point is I've lost them both and the loss wasn't the goddamn same."
"Buck came back," Tommy argues.
Eddie scoffs. Wrinkles his nose. "Jeez, he wasn't kidding about how weird that sounds." His phone buzzes on the countertop, and Tommy wonders what the hell that look on his face means. "Don't change the subject. I'm not here to talk you into anything. I'm just here to drink a beer with you and tell you how goddamn stupid it is to think that an uncertain future with Evan Buckley isn't worth every second of terror it causes you."
"You don't know me as well as you think you do."
Eddie tips the bottle against his lips. Swallows. God, why hadn't Tommy just pursued the self-proclaimed straight guy for a couple weeks before he scratched the itch somewhere else and kept a friend, instead?
"Maybe." Eddie tips his head. "Maybe I do, though. Maybe in the months and months you were invited to all my mopey nights in with Buck and all the crazy crap we end up involved in at the station and all the times you couldn't shut up about him when he wasn't around and all the times I got to see you falling ass over teakettle for my best friend, I learned a fucking thing or two about Tommy Kinard." He wags his head back and forth. "Maybe."
"Is there a point to this?"
Eddie tips his eyes to his phone, and it's probably too late at this point for the suspicion to begin to creep in.
"I mostly just came to confront you about your completely off base bullshit excuses, but there's actually a pretty simple solution to at least one of your multitude of issues, so. Now we're waiting."
Tommy doesn't like the sound of that at all.
"Chris is mad at you, by the way."
It's a distraction. It's fully a - "Why is he mad at me?"
"I should actually thank you, because it's the first time he's actively talked to me in months," Eddie continues, like Tommy hadn't asked a question. "He's pissed because Buck is sad and there's literally nothing in the world that gets a rise out of the Diaz boys like sad Buck."
"You can just say you're pissed at me and go, Eddie."
"Oh I'm angry. Don't think I'm not. Mostly I'm just sad for you. You had six months to get to know Buck and never thought to yourself 'hes going to love me and it's going to hurt' until he skipped too far ahead in the program."
And that's - kind of the final straw. He's let Eddie get his licks in. He deserves it, he knows he does. Honestly it's a little cathartic to hear - to know exactly what Buck has spent his time dissecting post-Tommy. "That's all I ever thought about. Do you think I didn't know going in? I tried to put a stop to it before it even started and he just doubled down! Do you think for a second I wasn't viscously aware that I was setting myself up for -."
No. He's not gonna say it. He's not giving that to Eddie when he couldn't even give it to Ev-Buck. When he couldn't give it to Buck.
Eddie looks victorious anyway.
"And for six months you thought it was worth it."
"For six months I was too much of a coward to stop thinking about it."
Eddie drains the rest of his beer. "I'm not gonna lie. You screwed up pretty bad. Like. Astronomically bad. Giving up your location in a firefight bad."
Tommy does everything he can not to wince.
"It's salvageable, though. If you want it to be. If there's anything I know about Buck it's that second chances are his bread and butter." He's been dancing around saying anything of substance about Buck's feelings, in all of this, but the hints are there. As if the bouts of angry-depressive texts from Buck weren't clue enough.
"And what if it's not what I want?"
Eddie's eyes dart to his phone one more time. "Then you can make it a clean break in about ... three and a half minutes."
Tommy nearly tosses his beer across the room.
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"this is so fucking stupid."
with his patience growing increasingly thinner, Katsuki begrudgingly lets you yank him into an empty alley, an idea you'd been mulling over finally coming to life.
"sue me for trying to be romantic."
"we're on a date!" he throws his hands up incredulously, his raucous voice echoing out into the night air.
you hum, after taking a quick scan of your surroundings for any potential peepers, "consider this a perk for taking me out."
There are a few mumblings on his end, maybe a couple of curses, but other than that, no complaints are heard.
"give me a second." thrusting an arm up towards the underside of a nearby fire escape, a thin string of webbing shoots out from your wrist and hits the rusted metal with a muffled 'thwing!'.
as you move upwards, you readjust your grip and then carefully toss your legs forward with a few kicks, flipping yourself with ease.
there's a slight strain in your core, signifying that you are definitely going to feel this in the morning.
once you're able to find your balance and grapple both feet as you hang upside down, your hair rains down around you when you right your posture and frame your face.
the familiar sensation of blood rushing to your head creates a slightly uncomfortable pressure as you slide back down towards your agitated boyfriend, whoâs pretending as if he didn't just have his arms stretched out to catch you in case you fell.
"how cool was that? I'm pretty sure I qualify for a high-rate circus."
"are you done?â
"yeah, yeah. how about a kiss for your favorite hero?"
he huffs in amusement, "like I'd ever put my lips on that shitty old man."
"a sense of humor, did you purposely hide it from me?â
despite his alleged annoyance, Katsuki carefully cradles both sides of your face, his hands warm from his quirk.Â
however, he hesitates.
maybe this was a little too public for his comfort. this was probably a bad idea.
youâre about to tell him to forget about it, that the adrenaline from date night was clouding your judgment, but you realize that heâs gone uncharacteristically quiet.
heâs staring; rather intensely, too.
his gaze is focused, accompanied by a boyishly small smile that only ever shows up when heâs around you.
If you didnât know any better, youâd think he was powerwashing the memory of your face into his brain. he also takes the chance to lightly run his thumb over a fading scar on your cheek you picked up a few weeks ago on patrol; almost as if the gesture would smoothen the slightly raised skin.
sap.
When Katsuki snaps out of whatever trance heâs put himself in, he realizes that youâre staring right back at him, except youâre sporting a more mischievous look.
"I'm not taking you to the hospital if you break your neck." his grumbles are met with loud smacks as you pucker your lips at him, to which he rolls his eyes.Â
the kiss is a little awkward, having to focus on keeping your balance dampens the experience for you by a smidge. his nose digs into your cheek and your chin is too close to his eye for comfort.
you grow to like it when he loosens up, your lips are so soft that he instinctively nibbles on them and draws out a hushed sigh from you.Â
gravity might be working differently against both of you, but it helps pull you in closer. there's a pleasantly sweet clash from the ice cream you both indulged in an hour prior.Â
Katsukiâs hold on you keeps you grounded as he grudgingly pulls away, breathless from having been lost in the moment.
"I knew you'd be into something nerdy like that," you smile triumphantly up at the blushing blonde, who wordlessly glares in return, "a total win in my book."
he snuffs out your light-hearted teasing with another kiss.
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bet it's pink; b.eilish x reader x s.carpenter
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"tell her what you told me," billie huffed biting her index finger trying to contain the festering feeling in the pit of her stomach. it was nasty. feral and animalistic as she watched the pretty blonde fuck you into the mattress.
"tell me what?" sabrina asked doe eyed as if she wasn't fucking the shit out of you. as if your tits weren't bouncing and pressing into the mattress from each thrust and her perfectly manicured nails weren't digging into your hips as you whimpered.
"tell her," billie's voice was menacing as she started shaking her leg watching the way you struggled to speak. to form words.
"i-" you croaked before moaning unable to articulate your thoughts.
"i- i said your strap-" you moaned again and buried your face in the sheets trying to control yourself. you felt so tight it was almost unbearable.
"i bet your strap was pink," you groaned as sabrina chuckled and thrusted so roughly you almost lost your balance.
"you were right," she whispered coming down to your ear. her strap buried deep in your pussy. her lip glossed lips running along your jaw. hair tickling your bare back. your legs wobbled from being on all fours and enduring the wrath of your girlfriend's step sister's pretty pink strap.
"don't make me say it," you squealed sitting on your girlfriend's lap burying your face into the nook of her neck trying to hide your embarrassment. she held your body securely. holding your legs so you wouldn't fall off her lap as you sat on the loveseat in her apartment.
"come on," billie teased patting your thigh. you felt yourself growing warm. you're not exactly sure how this all came up but the whole thing was making you feel flushed and out of breath. you couldn't form words even though your head was racing with thoughts.
"i mean-" your voice trailed off as your eyes darted in the direction of the hallway.
"she's not exactly quiet," you whispered leaning into billie who was smiling, gaining an odd satisfaction from listening you speculate about her step sister. they weren't exactly close, but they lived together and you were totally right. she wasn't exactly quiet, but neither were the two of you.
you'd been curious about all the noise she made when she stumbled home late at night. it was hard not to overhear when her door was right across from billie's. you'd almost memorized the sounds by heart and you were strangely curious about this illusive step sister of hers.
from what you'd gathered they were polar opposites. they hardly coexisted. only tip toeing around each other. the only time you saw them interact was through text and even then, it was all cut and dry.
"is she gay?" you whispered afraid that she'd come out of her room any second while you were speculating about her sex life. billie laughed. full on laughed. eyes closed. brows furrowed. leaning forward making you squeal as you clung to her shoulders.
"is she?" you asked again with curiosity. you really didn't know anything about this girl. you just knew what she looked like and that girl did not ooze gay unlike your girlfriend. she wasn't even your type so you don't know why she had you feeling this giddy or why you were so invested in knowing these intimate parts of her life.
"she is," billie nodded biting her lip marveling at your expression. your eyes widened and you covered your mouth trying not to giggle too loudly. you felt like a gossiping school girl.
"i bet her strap is pink," you gasped looking at billie who was so amused by this whole thing. she was amused but there was also a feeling brewing inside her. one that had her thoughts racing, unbeknownst to you, as she tightened her grip on your thigh.
that pretty much explained how you ended up in this compromising position. her step sister fucking the shit out of you. showing you exactly how she made all those noises you'd wondered about. your girlfriend sitting on her desk chair watching the whole thing.
she watched you carefully. noticing the way your brows raised in pure pleasure. how your lips parted and stuck to the sheets as your mouth grew dry from the countless minutes of moaning and whimpering under her step sister's touch. the way your back arched as she ran her hand up your spine.
fuck. you really were a sight.
she was growing impatient. her hand tapping on her thigh while her leg shook. biting her lip until it was throbbing.
"i'm so-" you hummed shutting your eyes.
"so-" you moaned again. noises from deep inside your body rumbling out as the blonde fucked you senseless. all your assumptions were being proven wrong. she wasn't gentle. she wasn't fragile. she was assertive. she came close to making you scream screams that only your girlfriend ever managed to do.
"i'm gonna-" you cried out all these half finished sentences thinking of your girlfriend sitting jealous on the chair. you made eye contact through your blurry tear streaked vision. your arm ran along the cool bedsheets reaching out for her. billie snarled pushing her body off the chair as it wheeled back hitting the desk.
you winced at the sound. watching her approach you. her strap hung so pretty on her body. red like burning embers. ready to finish the job. to destroy you and tear you apart piece by piece. to show blondie how you really liked it.
"come here," she growled taking your arm lifting your body up. you cried out in blinding pleasure when she lifted you causing the strap to hit your cervix with a wave of ecstasy. you half sat on sabrina's lap, cock still buried in your pussy as billie cupped your jaw. her thumb dug into your skin as she kissed you roughly.
it was a hungry sloppy kiss as you clung to her arms. bringing your bodies closer as her step sister simply watched you devour each other. she was so intrigued. you were complete putty under billie's touch. her fingers dug into your cheeks as your starved mouths opened and your tongues pressed together.
her hands ran down your back lifting you off sabrina's strap. you hummed into her mouth and wrapped your arms tightly around her warm skin wanting to feel every inch of her body pressed against yours. she was gentle yet firm as she laid you on the bed. your chest rising with anticipation.
sabrina leaned back on the mattress. the palms of her hands supporting her weight as she tilted her head.
"let me show you how she likes to be fucked," billie snarled never taking her eyes off yours. it drove you absolutely mad that she was talking about you, not at you, while staring into your eyes with the hungriest expression.
your body laid across the bed. billie wedged between your thighs holding the fake cock in her hand aligning herself with your entrance. sabrina traced the silhouette of your body as you arched your back sinking onto her cock as she bottomed out.
billie sat on her knees holding up the lower half of your body as she started thrusting. you raised your arms above your head trying to fist the sheets. at the rate at which she was pulling you down on her cock, it was impossible to concentrate on anything other than her dick slamming into your pussy. she moved fast and purposefully. her fingers dug into your hips each time skin slapped.
"billie," you moaned raising your chest again reaching out for her body. billie growled letting go of your hip to lace her fingers with yours as she continued thrusting at an ungodly speed. you were melting so quickly under her touch and you knew this was no where near the level of feral she could get.
she wanted to proof that nobody could make you feel the way she did. nobody could kiss you the way she could or touch you the way she touched you. it was her touch that set you on fire. all those other girls had been beautiful, but no one did it like she did.
no one had ever quite had you in a chokehold like she did. her hand was literally wrapped around your throat applying only the smallest amount of pressure. that alone sent a ripple of pleasurable vibrations down your body as she fucked you. her eyes never left yours. she wanted you to see who was making you feel this good. who always made you feel this good.
you choked out her name. your vision blurring by the intoxicating feeling. you were impossibly tight. you wrapped so tight around her cock that if it were real, billie would've already surrendered to your grip.
watching your fucked out state, she leaned down pressing her body on yours. she securely wrapped her arms around you. palm pressed on the top of your head. fingers spread and clinging to you as she slammed harder. so hard you could hardly feel your legs anymore. your toes were curled so tight that when you flexed the sensation of pins and needles coursed through your body. stinging in all the right places.
she was hitting the deepest unimaginable angles until the only word coming out of your mouth was her name.
she was fucking you so good you'd forgotten all about the blonde sitting on the bed leaning closer to your scorching bodies. billie turned to look at her with wild, menacing eyes.
you knew who you belonged to. she'd just needed the blonde to help her satisfy the jealousy craving thatâd been festering in the pit of her stomach. youâd been curious about her pink strap. now that youâd found out..
this wasn't going to happen again.
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hii i love reading yor fics sososo much T_T<333
I'd like to request a fic where Logan dreams that he hurts the reader, almost killing them. The reader notices that he's having a nightmare and wakes him up, he's disoriented and in panic, but when he realized what just happened he is incredibly relieved to see that reader is ok and alive. Maybe he even breaks down and cries, which really shocks the reader cuz they arent used to seeing Logan like this đ„ș Then the reader comforts him and takes care of him until he's back asleep.
As It Should Be
Wolverine X Reader
Content: Comfort, crying, poor Logan cannot catch a break, but you're there to dig him out of his sadness hole, he loves you a lot, lots of fluff while comforting him
Word Count: 1.39k
Warnings: Some graphic violence during the nightmare segment
a/n: Thank you for the kind words! This one honestly got a little graphic in terms of gore, but nothing too bad, so hopefully thatâs ok! This was fun to write, enjoy!
No. What had he done?Â
Logan stood in a pile of debris and rubble, his white tank top and jeans now caked in blood that wasnât his. Claws refusing to retract, Logan felt utterly hopeless against his own body. His actions werenât his own as he trudged towards the only person left alive; you. You were scared, that much was clear by your facial expression and hasty movements to crawl backward away from the mutant.Â
âLogan⊠this isnât you, please.â You plead, eyes darting around the scene to find help, anyone that is still alive or conscious. All you could take in was the decimated mansion and the mauled corpses of your loved ones. What had taken over Logan? Why did he destroy the very things he risked his life for countless times?Â
As Logan looked into your frightened eyes his heart clenched, knowing what was coming next. He just wishes he could stop it. Watching himself tear through his other family hurt like hell, but having to watch you die he didnât think he could bear it. You were his entire world, the only thing that could ground him when he fell down the pits of self-destruction. He would forever kill himself before harming you. But this version of himself had other plans.Â
He trudged over, claws glistening in the light of fire around them. âNo, no no noâŠâ You chant, still trying to escape the man but your legs are rendered useless due to your paralyzing fear. With one swift movement, Logan begins to tear through flesh and muscle, watching in horror as his hands mutilate his love against his will. You could do nothing but lay there, screaming in pain, your mutant ability keeping you alive for longer than you wanted to be. Logan wished he was the one being gutted. In a way, he was. Anyone else, anyone but you deserved his wrath.Â
Tears clung tightly to his eyes as his hand retracted from your body, lining up for the final shot to the head. As the blade commences its soar towards your skull, Logan jolts up from a lying position and hastily takes in his surroundings. It was dark, he was under a blanket of sorts, and oh, he was in your bedroom. Had it only been a nightmare? No, it was far too cruel and realistic to have been. Even Loganâs mind wasnât so callous to make him live through such a horror. So then, it must have been real? Logan begins to hyperventilate, raising his hands to eye level. His claws were away, and his rough skin was clean of blood. But, as he blinked, grotesque images flashed through his mind. Sick crimson blood, your blood, begins to stain his hands, drying in a disgusting reddish-brown. He immediately jumped out of bed, went into the ensuite bathroom, and scrubbed his hands raw.Â
âNo, no no no.â He chanted under his breath as he tried to scrape off the non-existent material. The cold water was not enough to ground him back to reality, Logan eventually gave up and put him back to the skin, sliding down towards the floor to cradle his head in his hands. Thanks to the sound of the water running in the bathroom and Loganâs hard footsteps, you eventually stir awake. At first, nothing seemed wrong, maybe he just had to use the bathroom. But after the sound of continuous water for five minutes you grew increasingly concerned. Deciding to confront the man you carefully walk up to the bathroom door and gently knock three times, not to startle him during whatever heâs doing.Â
âLo?â It was only one syllable, but your sweet voice saying his nickname out loud was enough to send Logan scrambling. The door eagerly burst open, and when it did the sight you were met with shocked your heart. There was Logan on the ground, clearly disheveled, eyes bloodshot and teary. âOh baby, what happened?â You coo, going to take a step forward but immediately retreating seeing Logan flinch.Â
âYouâre- youâre real, right?â Logan tentatively asks, sounding scared. Of course, you were real, why wouldnât you be?âÂ
âYes, love.â You stay put in your place. You didnât want to upset him further.
âNo⊠I ripped you apart. You died by my hands.â You resist the urge to outwardly exclaim how ridiculous he sounded before realizing he more than likely had a nightmare. Logan was prone to bad dreams, but none ever shook him quite as much as this. The only good thing that came out of the consistent night terrors was that you now knew how to soothe him in times like these.Â
âIâm right here my love. Iâm not hurt. See? Iâm perfectly okay.â Your voice stays calm and soothing, not wanting to startle him further. âTouch my hand. Feel my skin. I am right here.â Usually, the sensation of touch grounded him from this distressed state, but this time he seemed hesitant to even look in your direction.Â
âI canât. I might hurt you again.â Logan looked so small and it broke you. He was huddled into himself, still looking at you untrusting. The thought of himself harming you any further plagued his mind, twisting his stomach and making him want to vomit. You were his world, his everything. He curses his body for the immortality that was bestowed upon him because if anything happens to you he wants to follow right behind.Â
Realizing you may seem intimidating due to the fact youâre standing tall over his curled-up body you lower yourself and sit criss-cross applesauce across from him. Putting your hand out in between your two bodies you silently sit there, waiting for Logan to take this at his own pace. After a few minutes, Logan seems calm enough to touch your hand. Fingertips only brush at first, then a loose handhold, then a firm grasp on each other. Before either of you knew it you were fully embracing, Logan nuzzling his head into your neck. He needed to take you in every sense, to prove this was real. His nose took in your intoxicating perfume, his hands gripped your curves, his ears heard your soft breaths release from your mouth, and when he pulled back his eyes took in the sight of you. You were as stunning as always even with your messy hair and tired eyes. You were real, you were here, and you were his.Â
Seeing as your boyfriend has calmed down you decided to relocate to a more comfortable area. âLetâs get off this gross floor, okay love? Letâs go to bed.â You whisper, carefully tugging him along to your shared bed. Once you two got settled down you were instantly back in his strong arms, protecting you from the rest of the world. You thought all was said and done for the night until Logan spoke up.Â
âYou were so scared. I made you scared.â He hated seeing you that way. It hurt him. What hurt worse was that he was the cause of it. He now understands it wasnât real, but your expression was so gut-wrenching he couldnât shake it off.Â
âLogan I know you would never hurt me on purpose.â You reassured him. âExcept maybe when you squeeze me to death with your bear hugs.â Logan chuckled a little bit, your humor always lightens the mood. You lay in silence for a bit, almost dozing off until you hear a voice next to you.Â
âThank you for dealing with me.â You smile, leaning over and kissing the man gingerly on the cheek.Â
âItâs what I signed up for my love. Besides, you could never be a bother to me.â He smiles back, a rare sight to anyone but yourself. âI love you, Logan.â
âI love you too.â With that resignation you two cuddle, arms and legs entangled with one anotherâs. Eventually, Logan is lulled back to sleep while listening to the steady beat of your heart. Instead of another nightmare, he is met with a blissful dream of the two of you living together on a mountain, away from all the violence and harm the world holds. Just as it should be.Â
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neglect kink with older leon???!!?!? like⊠youâre super horny whining and begging for his attention and heâs just. completely ignoring you. maybe he eventually lets you cockwarm him but heâs still ignoring you⊠the only way you know heâs enjoying this is because heâs still hard⊠no sounds or nothing. youâre so desperate for ANYTHING a kiss, a touch, literally any words at all but heâs just focused on his work!!! maybe daddy kink because everything needs daddy kink⊠maybe, like, you did something bad so this is your punishment⊠i donât know⊠maybe he gives you the attention eventually or not!!!!
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: you've been bad, but you never seem to learn from spankings. leon has to try something new to remind you why you should be a good girl.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, cockwarming, masturbation, overstimulation, daddy kink, praise/degradation, age difference, dom/sub stuff (rules, punishment, etc.)
word count: 6.2k
a/n: you're so right, everything does need daddy kink <3 thank you for the request, love. i hope it's what you were wanting. i imagine post-DI leon for this so he's a bit older, but i just used DI for the pic. anyhow, reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi
Your deep breaths and soft whimpers had overtaken the quiet murmur of the tv in your bedroom. An old movie played on it, one you had seen time and time again. It no longer had your attention. Instead, youâre focusing on playing with the pulsing bud between your legs. Your fingers thrum back and forth over the sensitive spot, hips pushing down against the mattress as sparks fly in your belly.
Technically, you werenât supposed to be doing this. It was one of the rules you agreed to when Leon had approached you with some things he wanted to try out for your sex life, just a small set of guidelines to play with. âNo touching yourself without daddyâs permission' had been listed among others. He counted each one on his fingers as he did, and you nodded your head and looked up at him with your sweet set of eyes. The same set that now flutters with ecstasy as you played your forbidden game. But as long as he didnât know, it was fine, right?
Your heels dig into the blankets beneath you while your breasts rise and sink with each inhale and exhale. You feel that hot sensation between your legs, the tightening cord, the boiling pleasure. Youâre about to let it loose until you hear the front door open and shut, keys clatter on the table, and the familiar grunt Leon does when he slips his shoes off, using the tip of one on the heel of the other.
You nearly miss these little cues because of the rain clashing against your windows, but in a stroke of luck, you catch it all and tear your hand out of your shorts at light speed. Leonâs just walking into the bedroom as you drape the blanket over yourself. Shifting around a little to get comfy, you then gaze up at him, putting some tenderness into your eyes in hopes of throwing him off your scent.
As he gets closer, you take in his appearance. Little droplets of water on the shoulders of his jacket from the rain outside. Shiny hair fresh from the shower he took this morning, shaggy bangs hanging down into his face. Tired glaze over his eyes, work must not have been a walk in the park.Â
Once he approaches you, he raises his eyebrows, and for a second, youâre sure youâve been found out. But all he does is sit next to you on the edge of the bed and run a hand over your head. His eyes fixate on you as if heâs studying your features. Your heart pounds, waiting to hear the words belt, over my knee, or sore & stinging leave his lips, but they donât.
âBeen having a nice day, baby?â he asks you, petting your head a few more times.
âMhm,â you respond. Innocent enough.
âThatâs good. What have you been doing?â he asks. Oh fuck.
âUm, just watching a movie,â you answer.
âYeah? That all?â he continues. Fuck fuck fuck.
âPretty much. Itâs all rainy out. Donât really feel like getting out of bed,â you say with a casual shrug.
He nods. It seems like an approving gesture, but you could swear thereâs a little knowing glint in his eyes. Maybe thatâs just your imagination. Hopefully, thatâs just your imagination.
âAlright. I gotta go finish up some work for a while, just wanted to check on you first. Keep being a good girl for me,â he tells you. He gives you a small pat on the ass before getting up and walking out of the room as quickly as he had entered.
Your body relaxes, and your pulse descends to normal levels. Maybe you did pull it off. Heist of the century in your book. You settle in to truly just pay attention to the tv for now, but itâs not as simple as it should be when youâre still so pent up. Youâd just breached the threshold of release, before you were torn out and back to reality. You could feel the slick that had gathered between your legs, the ache in your clit calling out to your fingers.
The thought of continuing does cross your mind. It would be so easy. Without any suspicion on you, all you would have to do is clamp a hand over your mouth and rub slower so the bed didn't creak. Plus, when he went in his office, he usually worked until the evening anyway. You could cum and be done with it before he had the slightest idea.
No, no, no. You told him youâd be a good girl. You wouldnât wanna break daddyâs heart by being bad, right? No, you wanted to make him proud. You resign to wait until he wants to play with you. He always did; you canât recall a night he left you wanting. So you lay on your side, eyes focused on the blue-tinted screen across the room, and keep it together.
But hours go by. And then more hours go by. You keep yourself occupied, marathoning nearly an entire franchise of movies, eating, going on your phone. But none of it fills the Leon-shaped void inside you.
This was the longest heâd ever been in that office. He never worked in there into the night. He always told you that he tried to spend as little time in there as possible. Thatâs time that could be spent with his good girl, thatâs what he told you. Only you hadnât been a good girl today.
You shake your head, and tell the stupid little voice inside to zip it. He seemed tired, remember? This is probably just an extension of that. He knew heâd have to come home and be in his office all day. It was all a coincidence, this whole thing. There was literally no way he could know what youâd been doing. But daddy knows you better than you know yourself.
Oh god. This was like some form of torture, youâre sure of it. Self-inflicted, or was it really? He was the one whoâd made you this way. Whatever. Enough was enough. There was no reason to be paranoid. You could literally just go ask him. Sort this out and soothe your anxiety, so you can go back to waiting patiently like the good girl that you are.
Pushing the covers to the side, you slide out of bed and head down the hall to his office as thunder crackles outside. A gentle push on one of the French doors leads you into the room you rarely entered. Despite that, you liked it in here. Leonâs desk faced away from the door, towards the window that looked out onto the street. The curtains were drawn now, brown fringe overlapping with the spare cushions on the window seat below it. Some bookshelves lined the walls perpendicular to his desk, though you never had the time to actually check their contents.
You walk a few paces into the room. Your eyes cast over to him. He doesnât even look like heâs doing much for someone working into the night, but who are you to judge? You step over a crinkle in the rug to stand in front of his desk. Your hands rest on the hardwood as you gaze at him over the monitor of his computer.
âHi,â you say simply.
He nods. A movement so vague that he couldâve told you his head twitched, and youâd believe him.
âWhatcha doing?â you ask.
âWork.â
You stare at him for a moment. Sure, he wasnât normally super chatty, but he also wasnât usually so clipped. He knows.
âHowâs it going?â you say.
Youâre met with a shrug. You have to up your efforts.
Circling around his desk, you position yourself behind him and wrap your arms over his shoulders. You drag your nose against his cheek like an affectionate kitten and kiss the skin a few times.
âHow much longer you gonna be in here?â you ask. Your voice remains gentle and undemanding.
âA while,â he grunts. The clacking of the keyboards starts up again, and his eyes remain locked on the documents in front of him.
âBut youâve been in here for hours,â you point out and feign a pout.
âAnd Iâll be in here for even more if you keep bothering me,â he says with a little gesture that wasnât fully shrugging you off but at the same time was shrugging you off.
Ouch. Your pout was no longer feigned. You stand up straight and walk back to where you stood originally. He still doesnât spare you even the smallest of glances.
âCan I stay in here with you?â you ask hesitantly.
âIf you want to,â he says. Wow. Not that he wanted you to, no. If you wanted to. Sure, people could call you sensitive for being upset about that, you donât care. Youâre tempted to leave with a huff, slamming the door behind you, but now youâre even more curious if he was aware of your illicit afternoon activities. You kinda hope he is at this point because at least that would give a reason for his icy attitude.
You walk over to the one other chair in the room. Yeah, there was the window seat, but as pretty as youâd made it for him, decorating it with little throw pillows and cute coverings, it wasnât very comfortable. You plop down on the corduroy cushioning of the beaten-up seat in the corner. with a sigh. Bringing your legs up over the armrest, you lean back against the opposite one and scan the room out of boredom. Your feet swing back and forth absentmindedly as you puff breaths of disinterest from between your lips.
You really try to give him time to finish, but it feels like heâs taking actual eternity. Also, it sounds like heâs barely doing anything, and now you are going to judge because heâs cutting into your precious personal time with him. You stare at him for several minutes, keeping your eyes locked on his face. Unlike any normal person whoâd get uncomfortable, he just continues âworking.â Finally, you crack.
âHowâs it going?â you ask.
No response.
âAre you almost done?â you try again.
Nothing.
Your eyes darken, your frown growing. âLeonnnnn,â you whine.
And still absolutely nothing. You have one more weapon in your arsenal. If this doesnât work, you know youâll just have to pack it up for the night.
âDaddyâŠâ you whimper, using the softest voice you could manage, the one that always shot right through him. You jut your bottom lip out a bit more and put that pleading in your eyes. After this, all you have is literal tears, and youâre hoping it doesnât go to that point.
Leon knows this, and he doesnât want it to get that far either. He finally spins his chair in your direction. His eyes land on your face. He has to repress the smirk rising to his face over your neediness.
âFunny how that name seems to always slip out most when you want something,â he replies.
At least he wasnât ignoring you anymore. âAll I want is your attentionâŠâ you say, keeping up your sweet performance.
âOh yeah?â he taunts, âTell me, baby. Were you thinking of daddy today when you were home alone?â
Your eyes dart away from his face, but you force them back. You couldnât blow this by being too obvious, so you respond with a simple nod.
âI thought so, princess. What else would have had you so riled up today when I came home? It wouldnât be because you were breaking one of your rules, would it?â he asks. His tone was obviously leading. He knew. You were so desperate for him though that at this point you were starting to think a spanking wouldnât be that bad. At least it was some form of physical contact to sate you.
âI wasnât riled up earlier,â you say quietly with a little shrug.
He chuckles and shakes his head. âYouâre not lying are you? Cause thatâs another rule. Two broken rules in one day. That wounds me, babydoll,â he says.
âIâm not breaking any rules. Iâm being honest,â you say.
âSo you being all squirmy, hot skin, heavy breathing; that wasnât you being riled up? Is daddy imagining things now? Do I not know what my girl looks like when sheâs aching for me?â he asks, âWhat she looks like when sheâs been trying to solve her little problem herself?â
Finally, he unveils his reasoning. You freeze and stare at him, trying to think of what to say. Even though you wanted attention, there was still that innate part of you that hated being in trouble. Youâd much rather be perched on his lap to be loved on like the precious thing you were.
âI donât know what you mean,â is your weak attempt at an excuse. He laughs and leans back in his chair, the old springs creaking with his motion.
âDid you put your fingers inside or just play with that pretty little clit?â he asks, eyes boring into you as he goes for the kill.
âJust my clitâŠâ you mumble and look down.
Shaking his head again, he turns back to his computer. You watch him, expecting him to start in on you again. To lecture you about your impatience. Tease you about your borderline pathetic need for him. Take you over his knee and crack you on the ass while making you repeat each of your rules back to him.
But none of this happens. Instead, this man just goes back to straight up ignoring you. Your jaw drops and a confused whine comes from your throat. âDaddy, câmon. Iâm sorry,â you say.
He resumes typing, fingers gliding over the keys and eyes fixed on the little words appearing in front of him. You groan in frustration and sink back against the brown ribbed fabric of your chair. You glare at him from your place, trying to telepathically will him into entertaining you again. You must be lacking in mental communication though because he doesnât change what heâs doing at all. One of your thighs crosses over the other, unintentionally giving your pussy a little friction.
Thatâs what made this all the more frustrating, you were still unsatisfied from earlier. You shouldâve just made yourself cum like you wanted. Youâd be in trouble either way. You could only hope heâd take it easy on you now for having chosen the former.
Different scenarios run through your head for how you want to play this. A spectrum of possibilities lies in front of you. On one end, you could just leave. Keep whatever dignity you had left, cut your losses, and go to bed. On the other, you could be over the top. Hop in his lap and smother him with a flurry of kisses before he could object. Either one would probably only earn you more punishment, so you try to think of a middle ground. A way to continue the game.
As you think, your right hand lazily runs up and down your chest. Your middle finger coasts over the area spanning from the valley between your breasts to your navel. Taking your lip between your teeth, you decide to start here. Your fingers move to your tits and round your nipples. The buds harden into small peaks beneath your shirt. You pinch and pull at them gently, and your cunt flutters in response to the teasing. You shift your hips up before shimmying your shorts off and letting them drop to the ground beside your chair.
You reposition yourself next to sit properly in the chair. Your heels come to rest on the plush cushion as you spread your legs and expose your damp panties to him. Not that he bothered to look.
Now your fingers moved down there. They pet your most sensitive area over the thin, wet cloth. Your breath hitches as your fingertips brush over your clit. You press down a little harder and make a soft breathy whine. His eyes flit in your direction, but they donât linger. Take what you can get, you guess.
You slide your digits back down and massage your dripping entrance. The fabric becomes more wet as you rub it on your slick folds. Your middle and ring finger move in tandem to stoke the flames down there and to ensure the fabric is completely soaked. Once that mission is accomplished, you lift your hips for the second time to remove this garment. Only you donât drop it to the floor. This time you toss them in his direction, landing them on his desk, lace half covering one of his wrists, half covering a section of his keyboard.
The sound of typing halts, putting the room into silence, spare the raindrops splatting against the window. His eyes remain stern and not on you. Without even looking down, he wads the panties up and shoves them in his pocket. The sound of typing resumes.
âDaddy,â you huff, âI got âem all wet just for you.â
He still doesnât acknowledge you. You let out a growl of sorts and narrow your eyes at him. Your fingers slip through your arousal coating your center. You pay more attention to your clit now that itâs exposed.
âI just missed you so much today. I couldnât help it,â you reason.
You whimper and squirm in your chair as you start rubbing faster. Your eyes are still locked on him, watching for the slightest crack in his resolve. So far there are none. You continue toying with yourself.
âI was thinking of you the whole time,â you whimper, âThat should count for something. I was imagining your hands and your eyes looking down at me. I was pretending I could hear your voice.â
He remains unaffected. Your head tilts back against the plush cushioning as your hips rock in place. You mewl softly which soon turns into a long, drawn-out whine. Finally, he shifts in his seat a little, and you know right away itâs cause heâs starting to get hard.
âI just love you so much, daddy. Canât control myself when youâre not around,â you say, further chipping away at the little dent in his stoic facade.
Your moans increase in volume as does the slippery sounds coming from your fingers moving through your slick. That feeling from this afternoon is starting to come back. Pleasure builds in your abdomen, one piece stacking on top of the other. Youâre shaking more, voice getting less even with each little cry of joy. He finally turns to look at you when you start doing that thing you do when youâre about to cum, the ultra-specific puff of your chest that rolls through your abdomen to your hips. His eyes capture yours, unamused with your antics.
âIf you cum right now, a spanking is the only kind of attention youâll be getting until you learn some self-control,â he tells you.
In an instant, your fingers sputter to a stop. Your mind bounces back and forth on what to do like a metronome. But as always, your craving for Leonâs approval wins out over every other option. You remove your hand from between your legs and even sit up, closing your thighs. Maybe now, heâll see youâre being good and cut you some slack.
Yeah, right.
He goes back to his computer. Again. Youâre about to lose your mind or explode, you arenât sure which will come first. Standing from the chair, you start walking to his desk. He still didnât look at you! How rude, youâd think that the touching yourself rule was his favorite or something even though you knew it wasnât. That title belonged to the rule that let him pick your outfit whenever the two of you went out.
A few paces in his direction, and youâre back right where you started. Arms looped over his shoulders, nuzzling your face against his cheek, and kissing the side of his head. âI said Iâm sorry daddy,â you say softly, âIâm really really really really sorry. I know I was a bad girl, but only for that.â
He grunts and scoots closer to his desk, away from your embrace. A noise of exasperation leaves you, and without thinking, you roll the chair back a couple inches and embrace him again, only tighter. A grin rises on your face when you see the bulge that had formed in his lap.
âPretty please? Iâll take whatever punishment. I donât want daddy to be mad at me anymore,â you plead and give him some more pecks on the cheek. You knew you probably looked ridiculous, pantless and visibly horny, but that wasnât a true concern at this moment in time.
âGo to bed,â he states simply, âIâll deal with you later.â
That wasnât good enough. You wanted him now.
âDaddy,â you whine, stretching out the last syllable. You lower yourself to your knees and slink down in front of his chair. âCâmon, I said it like a million billion trillion times. Canât we just kiss and make up?â
He stares down at you, not impressed with your show of submission. He was playing harder than usual. He knew that wouldnât deter you though. You squish your cheek against his thighs as your hands creep up his legs.
âDo I have to make a special apology?â you ask, looking up at him with puppy eyes.
He pushes your hands away as they reach his thighs. âQuit it,â he growls, âLet me finish my work and maybe we can work something out.â
But you donât quit it. You move yourself closer to one of his legs, preparing to put on a little show for him if need be. Your eyes donât quit and neither does the pleading expression on your mouth.
âBut I need my daddy now,â you huff, âI-â
And thatâs it. Youâre cut off by Leon reaching down and yanking you into his lap.
âSuch a fuckinâ brat,â he grunts, âReady to hump my leg like a bitch in heat cause I donât give you attention for a couple hours.â
You squirm a bit as his hands rub up and down your sides and squeeze your hips. He stills you with a firm slap to your ass. Both of your eyes gaze into the others, the small spheres swirling with arousal, annoyance, and adoration.
âI just missed you. I wouldâve left you alone if you werenât so mean to me,â you point out.
âWho says I have to be nice to you? You donât get to decide when you wanna listen based on that,â he says and pulls you to his chest. You lean in against the muscular expanse while his hand snakes between the two of you to get at his button and zipper. âYour job is being a good girl. Not just when you feel like it. Not only when daddyâs giving you kisses and calling you pretty. The only time you stop is when I say, and that didnât happen today did it? Am I imagining things again?â
âNo,â you agree reluctantly, âBut I-â
âCut your yapping out. Iâve heard enough. Give me some quiet or Iâll put those panties to good use,â he threatens.
As your lips fall shut, you hear the tug of his zipper and feel him shift as he takes himself out. Now youâre really quiet, more from anticipation than obedience.
âNow Iâm gonna let you sit on my cock, but thatâs it. No squirming, no âgetting comfy,â no whining, no âbut daddy.â You act up too much, and Iâm truly sending your ass to bed for the night.â
You look up at him and nod, not even speaking because you didnât want to cut your chances at dick off before they started.
âGood,â he says.
One of his hands helps elevate you so that he can position his length underneath you. The tip slips through your folds, already soaked from your prior escapades. He doesnât tease too much, wasnât interested in hearing you beg right now. Heâd heard enough of that for tonight. He pushes you down onto it. His mouth twitches, and he sucks in a deep breath as he feels the warmth of your walls engulf his cock.
You slide all the way down with ease. Looking back at his face again, you feel the insatiable urge to give him a little kiss. If you did that though, would that be one of the things you arenât supposed to be doing?
âDaddy⊠can I have a little kiss first?â you ask.
He merely shoots you a look that tells you donât push it.
With a final look of defeat, you nestle yourself against his chest, head on his shoulder so you can look up at his face. He was so focused. If you didnât know you were here, you never would suspect heâd be up to this level of multitasking.
You let out a sigh. It was nice being full, but you still yearned for more. You were really trying to be good though, so there wasnât much for you to do. Minutes tick by as you try in earnest to think of a potential solution. To make matters worse, at a certain point, after youâd been on his dick for a while, his hand starts roaming your back. A soothing touch that made your walls flutter around him. He knew it would too, you could tell from that little smirk on his face.
Trying to focus on the positives, you mentally study every feature of his cock that you can feel. Itâs so deep, heâs resting right against the spot that could drive you wild when properly battered. It pulsed rhythmically, twitching slightly when your muscles would contract or release around his shaft.
Youâre actually doing better than expected, letting your mind wander. But then, heâs the one to move a bit under the guise of necessary readjustment. The whimper that falls from your lips is inevitable. He shushes you, and you mutter an apology, but that simple movement was enough to reignite the fire in your belly.
You bite your lip, the neediness in your eyes intensifying. âDaddy?â you whisper, testing the waters.
Nothing.
So he had gone back to this? Not if you could help it. You donât bother speaking again. Instead, you move the tiniest bit, rolling your hips as you act like youâre shifting to alleviate a cramp. To your shock, he doesnât say anything, just shifts his hips a bit in return.
You glance up hopefully. Maybe he was going to ease up, but he just didnât want to verbally admit it. You move a little more, but this time, youâre a bit too zealous in your attempt. His hands grab your hips and dig into your flesh, keeping you in place.
Youâre so pent up and frustrated. Your forehead thuds back onto his shoulder. âPle-â
âWhat did I say?â he asks.
âBut da-â
âWhat did I say?â he asks again and tightens his grip.
âI just wanna cum,â you whimper, âIt hurts, been achy all day.â
âOh it hurts, does it?â he mocks. He jerks your hips to give you some fleeting friction while maintaining his control. âWhat is it about today thatâs making it so hard for you to listen?â
âI-â you start to defend yourself out of instinct but canât actually come up with anything. âI donât know.â
âThatâs right you donât. So quit acting like you do. You think with that slutty little pussy, and then act like you donât need daddy to make the decisions. Itâs a little disappointing, babydoll,â he scolds.
Your eyes flicker with every stage of grief as he says this. Thatâs literally the worst thing he could say. He could call you any name in the book and youâd brush it off with an eyeroll or a âhmph.â But disappointing? That was evil. That word could worm its way into your heart and weigh on you for days.
âIâm sorry,â you say quickly in a desperate attempt to remedy, âI just⊠Iâm so pent up. Canât think with my head when my pussy keeps distracting me.â
âOh, poor baby,â he mocks with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
âThatâs why I have to cum,â you plead, âI need it. Itâs not even the same when I do it. I shouldâve just waited. Iâm sorry.â
âYou need it?â he repeats, âSo fuckinâ spoiled. I give you some dick even when you donât deserve it, and itâs still not enough. I gotta train some gratitude into you next.â
âYouâre the one who spoils me,â you pout.
âOh, so itâs all my fault? So youâre saying I shouldnât be so easy on you, huh?â he challenges.
You shake your head as fast as humanly possible, now set on backtracking your fuck up. But it was too late. âNo, I was just sayi-â you start before he cuts you off yet again.
âAnd just when I was about to start fucking you too? Thatâs a damn shame,â he says.
Your eyes widen, and you shake your head more. This had gone from a slight improvement to a downward spiral.
âI mean, why would I bother now? All you care about is getting to cum. Donât care about all the work daddy puts in to make you feel good the entire time,â he taunts, âIf thatâs the case, then go ahead. Cum. Take what you want, but donât you dare move those hips.â
Your look of anguish evolves into that of confusion. You donât really want to question him right now, but youâre unsure of how youâre supposed to follow that command. âI canâtâŠâ you say softly.
âWhy not?â he asks.
âNot enough,â you answer.
âThen make it enough,â he growls, âYou were having so much fun today with those fingers. They donât work anymore?â
Oh. Your face feels hot as the realization dawns on you. You shyly bring your hand to your center and awkwardly fumble with your clit. You look at him, silently begging to ride him.
âYou can do better than that,â he responds, âYou were putting on such a show earlier, so donât act like you need my help all the sudden.â
Shamefully, your fingers pick up some speed. You whimper as the pads of your digits rub over a sensitive spot. The whole time heâs still inside you. It felt kind of weird, but still good. You werenât going to complain. Your upper body twitches a bit, but he holds you straight up, making sure you're looking at him while you work.
âThatâs it. Howâs it feeling, baby? Is it as good as when daddy does it?â he taunts.
âNoâŠâ you whimper, âItâs ok.â
âAw, well, itâs gonna have to be good enough for now because itâs the only way youâre cumming.â
You groan and whine at the statement. It was the truth, but that didnât mean you wanted to hear it. You start circling faster and flicking your hand with more urgency. Your head falls back at the sensations as a breathy moan floats from your lips. He squeezes your hips again as you tighten around his cock from the euphoria you brought yourself.
âLook at that. Think youâre gonna be able to cum all by yourself?â he teases.
You nod. Your hips rock involuntarily as the pleasure ramps up, but his grip keeps you stationary. Little gasps like the ones from earlier when you were in the chair escape you. Your fingers move almost like theyâre automated.
âFuck, fuck, fuck. Please can I finish?â you whimper, âWanna cum so bad, daddy, please?â
âI already gave you permission, baby. Guess you really wanna show me how good you actually are,â he chuckles.
You canât even say anything back before the switch flips inside you and release tears through you. Your back stiffens up and a strangled rope of moans come out of you. Your hips jerk harder than before, giving you brief brushes with the head of his cock. He sighs contentedly as you flutter around his cock and provide him with a muted sense of bliss.
Youâre still riding it out when his hands are no longer just holding you, but rather, beginning to bounce you. You feel it in your cunt before your brain even catches up with the general motion of your body. Itâs because youâre still so sensitive. The tingly stab pulling a quiet shriek from you.
âDaddy, gimme a break,â you whine.
âWhat? Daddy doesnât deserve to finish too? Is that what you think? You just get to have your fun, and leave me to deal with it. Thatâs not how it works, princess,â he says.
âIâm not- I didnât⊠I just canât⊠itâs too much,â you struggle to get out between the whimpers coming from you. He keeps bouncing you, groaning as that hushed ecstasy blossoms into an encompassing euphoria. The noises of him sliding in and out are nearly louder than all the whining and moaning youâre doing.
âYou can take it,â he grunts, âIâll say when youâve had enough.â
You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as his hips start to meet your hips guided by his hands. A deep groan rumbles in his chest as your cuntâs constant contracting massages his length. After a while, it feels like youâre almost numb down there. The fire still rages in your belly, but your actual pussy has been beaten into submission by your boyfriendâs cock. He watches your face as he moves you, relishing the way your eyes are getting glossy with a cocktail of tears, both of overstimulation and relief.
âSo pretty for me, sweetheart. Gonna be even prettier when you cum again all over my dick and milk me dry,â he grunts.
âUh huh,â you moan without thinking, head wildly falling back and forth in whatâs supposed to be a nod.
Soon enough, his chest and belly are tightening up. He knows the end is near and pistons into your cunt extra hard for the finale. You wail and grip his biceps for support as you explode. You didnât ask to cum this time, but being so close to his own release, he couldnât really find it to care.
He keeps going through your orgasm, practically making you sob in pleasure. You feel impossibly tight, warm, and wet. And when he sees how your precious face is getting tight too, scrunching up as you reach the peak of the peak, he canât hold it off.
His fingers dig into your hips so hard that you feel like the future bruises are already there. Your eyes are rolled back in advance as he fires his cum deep inside you. A goofy smile graces his features as he pumps it in, enjoying the waves of pleasure that wash over him throughout. And the whole time youâre pulsing away through your own release.Â
You look even dumber than he does, silly smile not just on your lips, but visible in your eyes too. Youâre whimpering, extra whiny and a higher pitch. He rubs your skin to remind you heâs right there. He can see your head coming back to reality as the whirlpool of ecstasy subsides.
âOh thatâs it, thereâs my good girl,â he coos as you finally reach the end of the high. His hand rubs your back in long, even strokes. âSo proud of you, sunshine.â
A dreamy, self-satisfied grin comes across your face. His words were the best drugs while you were in this state, and the tone of his voice only made them that much more addictive.
âSuch a good girl,â he repeats, âNow how âbout you give daddy a kiss.â
Eagerly you boost yourself towards his lips to connect in a hazy smooch. Youâre a bit sloppy with it, but he expected that and found it cute. Of course you were dizzy. He just fucked you stupid. Once you pull away, he strokes your hair and smiles at your blissed out face.
âAw, cutie. Looks like itâs time for you to head to bed,â he says as his fingers move to rub your cheek.
âYou too. I wanna cuddle,â you say, locking your arms around him.
âMhm, Iâll be right behind you. I gotta finish up the last of this. Now that I donât have you distracting me, it should only take about fifteen minutes,â he teases.
âThatâs like a million years, and I already had to wait all day,â you sigh dramatically.
âThen Iâm sure you can handle a few more minutes,â he says and rubs his nose against yours, âDonât start getting mouthy with me, little love. I still have those panties I can easily turn into a gag.â
With a playful glare, you get up on wobbly legs to make your exit, dizzy smile still plastered on your face. You start to stumble to the door when he calls out to you.
âWow princess, not even going to say good night to daddy? I expected better from my baby,â he chides teasingly.
You roll your eyes while smiling and return to him to smack one final big kiss on his lips. âNight daddy,â you say with a small giggle.
He smirks at your clear happiness. As you turn to leave, he swats your ass. âIâll be right there. Bet youâll already be passed out by the time I get there,â he says as his fingers start working the keyboard again.
âIâll be dreaming of you though,â you tease before going out the doors and down the hall to your bed.
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Hi! I love your works but the poly!marauders have my heart and soul. This is literally my first request ever but could we have poly!marauders as emts, where they are already in a relationship with the reader and reader keeps getting dizzy and passing out without a clear reason. Or literally anything established relationship and hurt/comfort with them.
Iâm so bad at communicating and I hope you know and trust that people sincerely think you are amazing and believe in your talents even if we donât know you in real life.
Much love and happiness for the new year <3
You're so sweet omg, thank you!! I slightly varied your dizzy/passing out idea but I hope this scratches the hurt/comfort itch <3
cw: severe dizziness, vomiting (this actually happened to me as a kid and I still have no idea what it was but it was ROUGH)
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You wake with a whine already tearing from your throat. The room is dark, and yet somehow itâs spinning. You know this more by feeling than by sight.Â
You breathe heavily, patting the bed next to you until you find something thatâs not sheet. Youâre holding your head as motionless as you can. You think itâs slowing.Â
âHm?â Remus grunts.Â
âHelp.â Your voice is scratchy, choked with panic. âI donâtâIâm so dizzy.â
âWhat?â He shifts on the bed, and your plan to keep still is instantly foiled. The slight movement of your pillow sends your head rolling again. Terror claws up your throat. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âI donât know,â you stress. âI just woke up and itâs like Iâm spinning, Rem, I canât see andââ
âOkay, shh, shh. Calm down.â You feel his spindly hand set down on top of yours.Â
The sheets whisper as the other boys rouse, and then a light turns on. Itâs instantly better and worse. You can make out vaguely that youâre in bed, but everything in front of you whirls. At least now you can detect movement as a brownish shape enters your field of vision.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Jamesâ voice is groggy. His hand stretches across your clavicle. âWhyâre you looking up like that?âÂ
âShe says sheâs dizzy.â Remus lifts his head above yours, or you think he does, a smear of pale skin and brown hair. âIs everything still spinning, dove?âÂ
You try to hum in affirmation, but it comes out a bit like a whimper. âIt hasnât stopped, but it gets worse anytime I move my head.âÂ
âSounds like vertigo,â Sirius says. You recall heâd fallen asleep on Remusâ other side, but you donât know if heâs moved since then. Itâs odd speaking to them like this, disembodied voices you can touch but not see.Â
A warm hand lays across your forehead. âNo fever,â James murmurs. âIs it getting better when youâre still like that, angel?âÂ
You swallow. Maybe itâs because youâre in a vulnerable state, but his concerned tone is making your sinuses hurt.Â
âA little. Not enough to see or anything.âÂ
You feel the bed dip, and then someoneâs knees are digging into the sides of your hips. âAlright, gorgeous,â Sirius says, âletâs sit you up.â Â
âThat sounds not fun,â you voice your concern hastily.
He coos, enfolding you in a hug that presses you securely against his chest. âI know, baby, but it could help us figure out whatâs going on with you, okay?â He starts leaning back slowly, pulling you upright with him. âThere, good girl.âÂ
You recognize the feel of Jamesâ hand as it splays on your back, drawing big, sweeping circles. You feel like you could be sick. You close your eyes, but canât decide if that helps. Everything is worse. Thereâs no escaping it.Â
Remusâ bony knuckles brush your forehead, rechecking your temperature. âCan you hear us alright? Are your ears ringing at all?âÂ
âI donât think so.â Itâs hard to tell when everything else is already so disorienting. Could it be a quiet ringing? Youâre not sure youâd know it if you heard it. âI can hear you fine.âÂ
He hums. Jamesâ hand leaves your back and the mattress shifts as he gets out of bed. You turn your head on instinct to see where heâs going. Itâs the worst idea of your life. You groan as the spinning intensifies, dragging you along on a tilt-a-whorl youâd never agreed to. Itâs the feeling of the drunkest youâve ever been times a thousand.Â
Before you know itâs coming, bile rushes up your throat and spews out onto the bed.Â
âOh, sweetheart.âÂ
One pair of hands grips you by the shoulders, keeping you from pitching forward into your own sick, while another gathers your hair away from your face. You whimper as saliva strings from your mouth. Someone wipes it away with their sleeve.Â
âIâm sorry.â Your throat hurts, your voice flagrant evidence of how close you are to tears. Your hair is secured behind your head with a ponytail. âShit, Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs alright, darling, itâs not your fault,â Remus shushes you, using that tone he does when heâs trying to cover his own worry and soothe someone elseâs at the same time. You once heard him talk this way to a kitten he was trying to coax out of the road. âDo you feel any better now?âÂ
A sob catches in your throat. âNo,â you confess.Â
If anything, the feeling has gotten worse. Itâs like youâre swimming in your own head. You grope blindly for something to hold, and a cool hand presses itself into yours. Sirius.Â
âIâm really scared,â you choke out.Â
His fingers squeeze yours. âI know,â he says. âIâm sorry, baby, I know it has to be terrifying.âÂ
He presses his lips ardently to your forehead. Wetness drips from your nose, and you grip his hand hard. Itâs horrifically disconcerting not to be able to see your boyfriends, to be robbed of your sense of place, but their touches are grounding. The contact makes everything feel a bit more solid.Â
âJames is getting some things ready to go to the hospital,â Remus says softly, and you realize they must have been having one of your silent eye conversations while you couldnât see. Stupidly, you feel a bit left out.Â
âYou can't help me here?â Youâre pleading, your voice raw and wretched. You donât want to make them feel bad, but what good is it to have three medically-trained professionals for boyfriends if they canât utilize their expertise here at home?Â
âIâm sorry, dovey.â Remusâ thumbs stroke your shoulders. âVertigo this severe is probably an ear infection, but it could also be something more serious. Either way, we canât get you antibiotics without a doctor.â
âThe quicker we go, the quicker you could be feeling better,â James says, signaling his return. âHere, honey, I brought this to clean you up.â He doesnât tell you what this is, but a second later a warm cloth swipes across your mouth and over your chin, wiping away the vomit there.Â
âThanks,â you say weakly.Â
You can hear the smile in his voice well enough to picture it, small and sympathetic. âMy pleasure, angel. Do you think youâll be sick again?âÂ
âNo.â You can say it with moderate certainty. Your head is still roiling, but itâs no longer taking your stomach with it.Â
âOkie dokie,â he goes on with his usual determined cheer. âIâve got a change of clothes for you in the car, so I think weâre all ready to go. Hold your head here for me?â He presses it gently to what you suppose must be his chest, the neckline of his pajama shirt rough against your cheek. âIâll try to keep as still as I can.âÂ
Remus and Sirius let you go as Jamesâ arms wrap around your shoulders and under your knees, lifting you off the bed. You push your face into his collar, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Your vision swirls.Â
âFuck,â you mumble.Â
âIâve got you, my love.â Jamesâ lips come down on your forehead, warm and sweet. âWeâre gonna take such great care of you, I promise.â
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SCENE 1 :: YOU TORE ME RIGHT APART âł you were never not mine â carlos sainz àŒâ§âËâ§
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 : genre :: angst; fluff separated by a hidden emotional turmoil, carlos and y/n navigate the complexities of co-parenting their twins amidst the high-stakes f1 world. amidst paddock visits and personal healing, will they go further apart or find their way back to each other? â
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yn.user boys are here to support their papa!
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carlossainz who said weekends with papa are a bore?
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f1.wags Our sources have spotted Y/N, ex-partner of F1 driver Carlos Sainz, enjoying a cozy dinner with an unidentified man. The two were seen sharing intimate moments, sparking rumors of a new romance. Could this be the start of a new chapter for Y/N? Stay tuned for more updates as we dig deeper into this developing story.
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meet me in the pouring rain
tags: comfort, established relationship, aftermath of fights, happy ending!!!!!
obviously, you two had your fights. it would be stupid to think you didn't: stupid to assume the two of you were constantly perfect.
you curl up by the door of your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from crying.
you hated this. you hated how you had expected anything different. of course sae itoshi would choose football over you. it was what he had been doing for his entire life.
but why had you thought today would be something different? just because it was your birthday?
you had asked him if you two were doing anything so excitedly, so stupidly. he had looked at you with the blankest expression you had seen.
and of course when you tried to press the matter, he had snapped at you that he was busy- to not bother him before practice.
and the words had spewed out of your mouth, telling him to get on with it and get out of the house.
sae hadn't argued further, merely blinking at you in vague confusion before slamming the door behind him.
he hadn't returned for lunch. and with the sheer amount of rain outside, you knew he couldn't be practicing still. (well, you mused, there was a slight chance.)
but that meant he had to be taking shelter somewhere away from your home, somewhere with other people.
lightning crackled outside. the rain was really coming on in droves now. you curl further into a ball and listen to your own heartbeat, steady and calming.
the notification sound of your phone was a scare, and you flinch, hard. you look around for the source of the noise. the dings continue on and on.
when you finally find your phone, you're stunned to see the contact sae <33
the messages are a clear change from his usual short ones, practically an entire chain of frantic words. it's a drastic change compared to the dead silence he's been giving you today.
y/n
fuck i'm sorry
i didn't mean what i did in the morning
i forgot the date i'm so sorry
y/n?
i'm outside. you don't have to come if you don't want to. i'll stay.
you stare at that last message. sae was-
you run to her window, heart rate rising. you can barely see past the sheer amount of rain slamming down.
but sae was there. you can make out his vague form, the rain unforgivably landing on top of his head.
you almost fall down the stairs with how fast you run down. you skid to a stop in front of the door.
your hand turns on the knob.
âsae,â you breathe out.
sae looks at you with a bouquet of soaked roses and a small box, looking more like a drowned rat than the boyfriend you knew.
âyou're going to get sick,â you sputter. âwhat were you-â
âi love you,â sae interrupts, eyes glowing with an intensity unfamiliar to you.
you've only seen that look on the field, when he's truly concentrating.
"i'm so fucking sorry," he continues. "i need you to know that you are my first priority. i know i don't act like it- but you're the best thing that's happened to me."
your mouth hangs open, your voice weak. "come inside."
he does. you gently take the roses from him and place them on the table. he pockets the box, and you don't question him.
sae waits patiently for you to speak.
"i'm sorry too," you finally say. "i shouldn't have-"
he grabs onto your hands, squeezing reassuringly. "don't apologize. im the one who forgot. it's not-it'll never be your fault."
you swallow. "i love you. but you should really go change-"
"before that," sae digs back into his pocket and pulls out the neatly wrapped box. "here."
the wrapping paper gives easily underneath your nails. you eye the box warily. it's clearly jewelry, so you crack the thing open-
"jesus christ-" you fumble the box.
sae catches it easily, raising one eyebrow.
"you got a ring?"
"it's not what you think it is." he hums, gently taking the ring out of the box. it's a pretty little thing, all delicate and fragile looking. "my proposal wouldn't be this tacky."
you stare at him. "so the ring is..."
"a promise," he answers as he slides it carefully onto your finger. "for a better one eventually."
the blood rushes to your face immediately. sae doesn't seem phased at all, even if he's just confessed that he's going to marry you.
"i-"
sae sneezes. once, and then twice.
you grab his arm. "okay. you are getting into some warm clothes."
he frowns, but follows you up the stairs anyway.
when the two of you reach the bedroom, you stop him by the door.
"you know, i only wanted two words."
his head tilts almost imperceptibly, confusion leaking-
sae smiles. "happy birthday."
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can we see pogue!rafe telling reader one day they're gonna make it and be much more comfortable and then she can have everything she wants IM SORRY pogue rafe makes me angsty
note: this is pup and pogue!rafe all the way. inspiration from pogue!rafe goes to @.princessbrunette
you're very low maintance overall, wearing dirty scuffed shorts, and a wife beater that you stole from rafe. sometimes rafe has to grab you to tell you how dirty you look, smelling of grass with marks of dirt on your jorts.
he gets more annoyed when you continue to wear his clothes. a white unbuttoned shirt with a cropped tee, and while rafe will raise an eyebrow then and then again telling you that you're gonna get cold, you can see the feigned annoyance that flickers in his eyes time and time again. but he doesn't get too annoyed with you, somehow kinder, and sweeter with you than anyone he knew.
sometimes people were surprised, the way that he would cower for you. one time you had come home with a bruised hip after ducking to get a softball for a bunch of ten-year-olds, and came home wobbling for him to soak you a bath, chastening you to be careful. if you told anyone how soft he was for you, they would laugh, swearing that you were lying.
sometimes you had to get rafe to stop doting on you in front of his friends, rugged workers who would raise an eyebrow every single time they saw rafe kneel to tie your shoelaces.
"every goddamn time pup," he muttered lowly, "you're going to trip and i'm gonna have to kiss your boo boos? huh? answer me." rafe whispered crudely, while licking his lips as you flushed trying to look anywhere but his co-workers.
(you hated it so much that later on you were shoving your tongue down his throat telling him how much you loved him)
life was good. life was sweet, even if you couldn't get the nicest thing that there was in town, or that sometimes you had to settle for those cheap restaurants, or even if you had to dig out the nastiest rench out of the toilet after it had dropped. (okay, the last one was just a fun adventure rafe had told you not to do)
but there's something about that dress in the window. that stares back at you, and you can't help but feel this aching in your heart. it's this feeling that you can't escape when you walk past it every single day. the little ruffles, and the sheer beauty of the dress. sometimes you bite your tongue before walking past it, willing yourself to stop yourself.
when people told you a dress was meant for you, you had laughed toying with your jeans, wistfully nodding your head. the worst thing about it was the price tag.
one time you had willed yourself to enter in there, cold hands in your pants, as you skimmed past the other clothing to cut to the dress. just turning it over, you felt as if someone punched you in the stomach. 200 dollars? goddamn it, and then you quickly walked out, forgetting to say goodbye.
when you reached home, you pushed the door open in your shitty apartment, quickly going to get a strawberry soda. you ignored the raised eyebrow that rafe gave you, and before you knew it you were sniffling and running into the bedroom.
"uhâshit, hey, what's wrong?" his muffled voice rings clear into your head, "pup. can't cut me out like that. i thought we worked on that. managing your emotions and nâshit." there's a tone of concern in his voice, and you know he's stopping himself from barging in into the small room.
that was the first thing the two of you worked on. due to how small the place was, and given how much space both of you needed, you had rules to knock if the other went into a room, angry. rafe had started it, sitting you down telling you that sometimes he needed to be alone.
you bite your lip, folding yourself into a ball, as you mewl a "you can come in."
rafe entered the room with a sigh, folding his hands seeing you scrawled on the wooden floor. you bat your eyes, wispy eyelashes wet from crying, and you can't help yourself but reach out for him. he sits next to you, nudging you to scoot closer. you do, pressing your face against the folds of his button-up, smelling in the scent of peppermint and dirt. Â
"you wanna tell me what that was about?"
you sober up, as he sits down next to you. you push your face closer to his chest as you shake your head. you couldn't dare tell him why you were feeling so horrible. you couldn't tell him you felt horrible because you couldn't have some stupid dress. money issues were something that rafe was used to, and for you to use it against him would be inhuman. no, you had what was the most importantârafe.
"so you'reâyou're gonna sulk?" he drawls, voice cruelly sweet, "c'mon kid, you can't just leave me hanging here. my sweet girl can't be crying."
you hiccupped, rubbing your eyes as you detached yourself from him, "no, i really can't tell you."Â Â
now he was on alert, eyes sharp as he looked you over. you were never the one to cry and not tell him what was going on. make matters worse you would mope for weeks over the smallest thing. be it an animal documentary, or a story of a baby dying before meeting their mother. last week you had sobbed over the death of a ladybug.
"hey? hey!" rafe shook his head as he leaned closer to you to wipe away your tear, "did someone say something to you? just give me a name. i'll take care of you, you know i will."
this made you cry even harder, and you watched rafe look completely confused, as he tries to console you, you watched him bite the inside of his cheek, rubbing his hands against his sides. he looks completely helpless, and out of his element.
"it's about a dress," you whisper out, unsure as you look up at him, watching his lips twitch into a jeering smile.
"shit kid. all this-" rafe waved his hands around, a condencing tone edging in his voice, "all of this is about a dress? what's it made out of ofâand uh, what the hell happened?"
somehow you can't help but laugh at his increditious tone, and realise how stupid it was of you not to tell him in the first place. he's your boyfriend, practically your best friend and everything to you.
you sniffled, "theres this dress that i see on my way to work, and it's so pretty, and i wish it was mine. every single time i see it, i feel like i'm betraying you."
rafe looked confused, running a hand through his hair "how would you be betraying me? 'just a dress."Â Â
now you feel like crying even more, snot running down your face as he grabs your face to wipe it away, "no, rafe! not the dress. it'sâ" you let out a heavy sigh, "it's not the dress. it's the concept."
he looked amused, rubbing your back, "and that concept is?"
"that i'm not happy with you, and that i'm so greedy because i want a stupid dress, and that you deserve better, and that i'm just in it for the money!" you burst out, wailing at this point crumbling into rafe's arms. "i'm a bad person, rafe! i'm a bad person-"
and he says nothing. instead he gathers you in his arms, gently rubbing your head, as you whimpered softly. he's whispering something softly to you, as you try to burrow yourself closer to him.
"kid?"
"yea?"
"you're not a bad person for wanting something nice and new. especially if it's something that matters to you, uh, you gotta let yourself feel like that sometimes," he whispered out awkwardly, but when you look up at him you see the way that his eyes crinkled earnestly. he really cares about you, really cares about you.
"hell," he let out a laugh, "sometimes i feel like that. sometimes i want what those kooks have. those private jets, and houses and golf, and that doesn't make me a bad person," and then he gives you a soft smile before sobering up.
"what it means is that we gotta work harder for it," rafe mutters, pulling you closer, "but you and me?"
you nod waiting for him to say something.
"you and me are in for it. big time. and if it's some fancy dress you want, shit, i'm going to get you that dress, but you gotta wait," he coughed.
"i know this looks bad," he said, nudging at the apartment around the two of you, "but it's going to get better."
then he rests your head on his shoulders, and you feel more grateful than you ever. Â
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