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the tiger and his milk! đŻ
in this world, a certain tiger hybrid male keeps a keen eye on a cow hybrid female next door...
warnings; female reader, inaccurate?omegaverse, lactation without pregnancy, animal-human hybrid AU (but theyre more human than animal tbh just imagine them with ears and a tail), heat and rut, breeding, alcohol as aphrodisiac, bullying of the cervix, tit sucking, nipple teasing, biting, dry humping, overstimulation, sexual frustration, neighbours-with-benefits, knotting, f!masturbation, lots of cum, this is straight up just a hxntai oop
word count; 6.5k
dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto
do NOT expect a serious and well-paced writing from this one, i was horny and the end result is just.... this. sorry not sorry, I AM WARNING YALL; this is one degenerate ass fic also forgive me for any inaccuracies in any of the tropes i used, i just cherry picked the parts i wanted and mixed it all together so...
moving to this new neighborhood hasn't been all too easy for you.
being a little low on money aside, there's a certain rambunctious neighbour who won't leave you alone. he playfully terrorises you with threats to eat you up, and makes comments that all go straight to your head, making you feel weak and flustered, leading you to cower beneath him. though you should firmly tell him to cut it out, you struggle to do this when youâre dealing with someone who could be a natural predator of yours, had you been an actual sow and not a hybrid.Â
that, and also-
strangely, there's a part of you that doesn't despise the way he treats you. in fact, when you see his large, brutish hands and the veins that run up his arms, you feel yourself squeezing your thighs together. you brush it off as it being a result of your apparent loneliness and sexual frustration. there's nothing good that'd come out from being with such a discourteous man.
setting that aside... there are numerous other problems that you've been having to deal with, recently.
your breasts have been collecting milk faster, and much more than usual, recently.
even for cow hybrids, milk should only be produced when the female is pregnant, and for only a year or two at most after giving birth. for some unknown reason, you produce it all year round, even without needing to have children. doctor after doctor you've visited, and all they've told you is that you're a strange anomaly. there is nothing you can do about it except extract it every now and then, to relieve the pain and swelling.
tonight, that is what you're planning on busying yourself with, once you get home from your shitty office job.
walking towards your porch with a deep sigh, you hear a deep voice call out to you.
"bad day at work, dollface?" your terrible neighbour-- sukuna, he's called, asks you with a cigarette in his hand dressed in jeans and a black tanktop. his tail swishes playfully behind him.
dollface. one of the few nicknames he uses condescendingly to refer to you. it's either dollface, doll, or sweetheart, and you don't recall ever hearing him actually use your name.
"um, work was alright... thank you for asking. have a good evening."
you like to make things short and stop any further conversation from happening, even though it might come off as a little awkward. one of sukuna's ears flick at your dry response, but he doesn't seem to bother you any further as you hurriedly unlock your front door and head inside.
sukuna drops his cigarette bud on the ground, and puts out the flame by stepping on it. you're not very sociable, as per usual...
but your sweet, passing scent makes for a little growl to rise in the back of his throat. sweet milk. that's what you always smell like. how curious. how tempting.
once you're home, you immediately grab your breastmilk pump that sits beside your sink. it hasn't been too long since you last cleaned it. you unhook your bra, and grimace at the wet stains on it, from leaking bit by bit throughout the day.
you press the pump up against one of your breasts and press the on button. it starts doing it's job. you sigh from relief, and watch as it fills up quite quickly. you wonder what you should do with all of it...
you stop the pump to empty it out into a glass bottle. it's a tedious process. sometimes... sometimes you wish you had a partner who could help you with it. sometimes, you wish someone would latch their mouth on and extract you directly-
what if he-- sukuna- did that for you? forcefully held you down and-
your eyes widen and your tail droops with shock at your own intrusive thoughts. heavens, no! you need to get yourself a partner. it's been too long. you hope you're not heading into heat already? it's not time for that yet, at least not according to your usual cycle. shaking your head as you extract the remnants of the milk from your breasts, you finish up quickly.
at least tomorrow, it will be saturday.
you'd forgotten about how overgrown the grass in your front yard had gotten. so, even though it's a saturday, and despite how you'd love to stay inside with all the curtains shut and doors locked tight... an unpleasant duty calls outside.
but despite the meticulous preparation of lathering enough sunscreen over yourself in protection against the sun's rays - the lawn mower suddenly doesn't want to heed to your calling.
your face scrunches up into a frown. darn thing.
the useless machine splutters and makes an obnoxious noise only in the beginning before giving out, no matter how many times you try to rev it back up again.
"goddamn it. you stupid thing," you mutter under your breath, crouching down to inspect it.
"need help?"
sukuna leans against the fence that is shorter than his own height, watching you with amusement. he'd been observing you for quite a few minutes by now.
"no thank you. i'm quite alright..." you respond without turning back. you know damn well whose voice that belongs to.
but does he listen? of course not! you hear the noise of the man easily bypassing the fence by elegantly hopping over it, before walking over towards you. how funny, even the fence fails to serve it's purpose in this moment.
"like that's believable. you think verbally degrading it will make it work?" sukuna snorts, coming around and shooing you away from the lawn mower.
he gives it a nice big rev, but not much happens. you smile slightly, wondering if he was going to make a fool of himself, after all that big attitude.
sukuna brings his foot against the side of the machine and gives it a hard kick. the sound startles you.
and now it's starting up nicely, and beginning to do it's job.
the man begins to mow your lawn for you, without another word. you stand around, not knowing what to do... your ears flicker as you stare at him doing your job for you. it feels odd. what is he up to?
well... no matter the hidden motive, it's true that he's doing you a huge favour. perhaps you should at least make a cold beverage for him, once he finishes with your yard. after observing him for a while, you head back inside to search for what would serve as an appropriate iced drink.
by the time you've stepped back outside, the yard is cut neatly and sukuna is in the midst of returning your lawn mower to your garage.
you silently hand him over his drink, and he takes it with a smirk.
"it's gone..." he suddenly comments.
"what's gone?" you question, with a raised eyebrow.
"that sweet smell that always surrounds you."
he proceeds to down his drink very quickly, not breaking eye contact with you. then, he starts chewing on the ice, tail swishing mischievously behind him.
"i... don't know what you mean." you cross your arms.
"hmm. playing dumb, i see. that's fine, i suppose."
you stand awkwardly with him in silence, simply listening to him crunching away on the ice. the heat from the sunlight gets more and more unbearable.
"if you're done with your drink... i think i'll start heading back inside now. thank you for your help today," you tell him politely, carefully taking your cup back from his hands.
he makes it seem like he's handing it over to you obediently, but then he tightens his grip against it when you're holding onto the glass, making you stare up at him in confusion. he pulls it back, so that you stumble closer to him.
"just letting you know. if you need any help, you can always ask me."
you're a bit nervous, but you try not to show it. does he know something? how much does he know? you feel your tail cowardly fall in between your legs. sukuna's ears give a light flick, but you don't know what that means.
"...we're neighbours, after all."
you look at him with distrust, holding onto your cup tighter. your gaze is unwavering as you meet his eyes.
"sure. i'll keep that in mind," you respond slowly.
seemingly satisfied, he lets go of your glass.
"thanks for the drink. see you."
it's a short backhanded wave he gives you, before he hops over the fence again. you narrow your eyes. just what kind of fence is this useless? can't even keep away one bad, bad man. you're not sure how much he's caught onto, but you sure hope he stops being interested in you with enough time. he easily sends odd tingles down your spine, and you don't like that one bit.
not at all...
the working part of an office job isn't actually that bad.
it's the people involved around you that makes it a living hell. nothing gets your blood pressure higher than your collusive colleagues and snobby superiors - especially the lazy ones who do everything to shove their workload onto other people.
such people are yet also, annoyingly obsessed with get-togethers and teamwork, which makes you laugh.
today is such an unlucky day, that you've been dragged off to an after-work gathering at some cheap restaurant with your shitty coworkers, all because one of them decided that they needed one.
nothing like being surrounded by a bunch of people that you hate, on a wednesday evening. you have to put on a fake smile, and remain the passive, agreeable coworker in this environment. they coerce you to drink more alcohol. you want to decline, but you feel as though you'll ruin the mood if you turn them down. you down a few pints of beer.
you can feel your breasts leaking again.
just let me go home, you think to yourself, for the fifth time in a row.
your wish is only granted after an hour or two later. you're still sober, maybe a little tipsy, seeing as you can feel the heat in your face from the alcohol. your body is probably not taking it very well today.
the first thing you do when you get home is washing your hands and settling down with your little trusty pump. when you undo your bra, you sigh in relief as your chest feels free. and also...
it's probably the alcohol acting as an aphrodisiac - you're a bit more sensitive tonight. you caress the swell of your breast and groan, your horniness overriding how tired you are. your other hand wanders down your panties, and your ears droop down.
you purse your lips together and let your fingers work against your clit for an orgasm that you know will be unsatisfactory, but you chase after such pleasure regardless. your breaths quicken, and you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. nearly there...
just when you were about to reach your first high of the night, a firm knock is heard from your door. just your luck. a ruined orgasm.
who can it be, at this time of the evening? you throw on a cardigan that just barely covers you up, and boldly stomp towards the door, irritated. you could give this person just about any piece of your mind.
but when you open the door, you're met with your most cunning and bothersome of a neighbour, sukuna. maybe it's because you're hornier than ever right now - you feel as though he looks even...hotter, tonight. his scent makes you dizzy.
sukuna had come by because he needed an ingredient for his dinner.
he wasn't expecting to be met with the eye candy that is your slightly disheveled self, with one hand keeping your loose cardigan together, while you're very obviously braless, judging by your nipples jutting out against the fabric. that, and the thick smell of your arousal that hit him right when the door had opened.
"wh-what do you want?" you ask, a little breathless, trying to keep it together.
sukuna looks down at you, trying to keep himself calm. this seems amusing. he doesn't think he'll be able to stop himself from tenting his pants soon, if he stays around you longer...
"you look like you were busy with something... sorry to interrupt," he voices slyly, his fangs showing when he smiles.
"just... get on with it, please," you frown, your legs squeezing together. you can never tell what he's thinking - whether he knows everything or if he's pretending to know everything.
"nothing much, just ran out of salt at home. could i get some of yours?" sukuna shrugs innocently, holding up his empty salt jar.
"hold on a second."
you turn around to button your cardigan up with a sigh of annoyance, and you tell him to come in while you grab your salt from the kitchen.
once sukuna steps inside, he observes a million details at once. the very first thing he sees is your little pump that you'd forgotten to put away there. there's no way that puny thing is enough for you, is it?
in your kitchen, you grab your jar of salt, and attempt to open the thing - but your arms feel like jelly at the moment. you grit your teeth and try harder, cursing at yourself for shutting it so tight the last time you used it. you begin to strain your arms further. sukuna marvels at this excellent opportunity he is granted.
your feelings of irritation are whisked away when a pair of hands gently land on top of yours, against the jar. his fingertips reach the lid through the gaps between your own fingers. you feel the bigger man's body warmth, when he comes around from behind. it makes you feel so weak. your tail is hanging off to the side, raised high.
sukuna applies a bit of pressure, and the jar comes off easily. you note how warm his large hands feel.
"i came here for the salt, but now i'm thinking maybe i won't need it anymore..." he whispers down at you. your ears can't help but flicker from his voice.
"what... do you mean by that?" you ask, not knowing what to think.
he guides your hands to put the salt down on the counter. and then his body presses up against yours a little harder. you can feel his growing boner against your behind, and you feel lightheaded. sukuna peers down longingly at the exposed side of your neck.
your pheromones mix with his, and his fluffy tail curls around your leg, almost possessively. sukuna's hands are still holding onto yours, and you feel your breaths get more laboured by the tension.
"i promised to lend my help, didn't i? c'mon..." he coaxes, speaking closely so that his breath grazes against the skin of your neck.
you feel yourself starting to sweat a little more - his body heat is just too much. your chest is uncomfortably full, and the thought of someone sucking on your sensitive nipples is enough for you to finally cave in, and play the fool for the night.
you break free from his grasp for a moment, and hesitatingly point to your couch.
"...sit. it's probably easier on the couch," you tell him, not looking his way. and now you're even shoving him towards it, impatiently.
"my, how demanding," he comments teasingly. he knows you purposefully broke the tension - to prevent him from taking the lead. but he obediently takes a seat on your couch. following that, you awkwardly mount him and sit on his lap.
sukuna watches with a softer smirk as you unbutton yourself again, revealing your leaky breasts with a flustered look on your face. sukuna's hit with that familiar sweet scent that's always been floating around you all this time - but now, it's right in front of him, in full force. it makes his mouth water. he was right about you lactating.
"....go ahead," you tell him shamelessly, yet still sorely embarrassed, cheeks feeling so warm that you're concerned you might pass out. "just be gentle," you warn him, looking at him with a little hesitation and pursed lips.
sukuna feels his cock twitch against you, and he wonders if you can feel it too, from the way you're sitting right on it. his own face feels quite flushed - any man would be the same if they were in his position. such a pretty thing in his lap, willingly undoing her buttons for him. he's never seen tits more beautiful than yours.
"hurry-" you breathe out, impatient, and moreover, shy from the way he's shamelessly admiring your face and chest with a dumb smirk plastered on his face.
not even a millisecond after you say it, he puts his searing hot mouth around one of your nipples. your brain ceases to function as a zap runs through your body, and you whine without meaning to, your back arching against the couch. though you grab at his shoulder, your other hand claps over your own mouth to muffle your moans.
the suction of his mouth does wonders for pleasure, nothing like the dull feeling that your mechanic pump gives. you hear his throaty growls as he sucks on your nipple, getting a mouthful of the taste of your sweet milk. you shudder under him, becoming pliant with his touch.
sukuna bathes in your warmth and the softness of your breasts, enjoying how he is able to breathe in your scent from this close. your milk isn't like anything he's ever had before. not too sweet and yet not bland - a taste that is unique to you...
his other hand squeezes your other nipple, making sure it isn't too lonely from his touch. you jerk your hips against him, whole body twitching from the pleasure, the joy of having your tits milked by someone else rather than yourself. you can't hold your moans back any longer.
"fuck... oh please..." you mumble, feeling your breast being drained of it's milk.
he stops sucking for a moment, and you see the beautiful but subtle blush on his cheeks, as he looks up at you like he's intoxicated. he lets his tongue out and flicks it up and down your erect nipple, rolling it around the areola. it makes you whimper and tremble in his lap.
"don't... tease me..." you say through gritted teeth, frowning at him while he merely chuckles at your reaction.
sukuna attaches his mouth to your other breast, as it's leaking so much - as if to beg him to drain it next.
your cunt is pulsing so bad, and you feel yourself drenching your panties already. you subconsciously grind down against him and his obvious boner, trying to relieve yourself, desperate to reach a proper orgasm this time. both of you are in a lusty haze, unconcentrated eyes, you're lost in pleasure and he's lost in the taste of you, your breast milk dripping down his chin as he messily gulps down with greed.
sukuna also bucks his hips up against you, cock straining in his pants - god, he's so hard that it hurts. when was the last time he's felt such a way? he breathlessly sucks and slurps everything out of you, feeling the milk pass down his throat and into his stomach. he could drink this shit forever.
he wants to cum. he's gonna fucking cum. into his pants no less, like a damn virgin. with the way you're rolling your hips around and grinding down on him like a whore, its only a matter of time.
"haah... sukuna... more- do it more," you plead, relishing in the pleasure of having your tits taken care of, while you get yourself off on his very obvious erection - rubbing your clothed cunt against him. it feels so good on your sensitive clit, you're gonna lose your damn mind.
sukuna doesn't pry his lips away from your nipple, but his hands come off your breasts - you feel his arms wrap around your waist instead, holding you down against him tightly, guiding your hips and helping himself dry hump you harder while his face is still all up in your tits.
your breathing quickens even further, and you grab fistfuls of his shirt on his back, shutting your eyes in anticipation-- before letting your orgasm crash over you completely. you gasp as your clit throbs intensely, and you feel slick leaking all over in your panties as you ride your climax out against sukuna's hard cock, shuddering as you do so.
sukuna groans with his mouth still on your breast, his orgasm coming a little later than yours, dick twitching as rope after rope of his cum soils his boxers, hips bucking up into you without control - it feels so restricted in his shorts, and he desperately wants to take it out. his lips finally leave your swollen nipple with a little pop sound. his large hands come to grope the soft flesh as he comes off his high, a dull throb ringing in his cock, one orgasm being far from enough.
"look at you, rubbing your cunt all over my cock to get yourself off, like a proper slut. aren't you a little too eager?" he teases breathlessly, with a weak smirk on his face.
"you're the one... that came onto me so strongly..." you pant, drunk from the waves of pleasure you just received, and from the endless twitching of sukuna's giant cock... he's still hard.
"just admit that you're perverted. arguably, even worse than what i am," sukuna mocks, pinching at your nipples, making you wince.
"shut up, you."
in the spur of the moment, you lift your hips up slightly to shove your hand down his pants to take his dick out due to irritation. sukuna gives the slightest flinch from the sensation of your hand, grabbing onto his now bare erection.
you begin to fiercely jerk him off with a frown on your face, wanting to punish him for his comments a few seconds ago, knowing he's still sensitive from his recent orgasm.
"fuck-! what're you-" he cuts his own voice off with a choked off gasp due to the tight grip of your hand against his twitching cock. he's back to bucking his hips again as you pump up and down with both hands, his dick already being lathered with his own cum making it easier for you. the noises that come out of him almost fills you with pride - and also surprise. you'd never thought that someone like him would ever moan in this way... you jerk him off faster, and a little harder, being fixated on his pretty looking cock that keeps jumping in your hands.
"shit! that's- enough-" sukuna gasps again, chest heaving and whole body jerking, but oddly, not attempting to stop you at all.
you watch in awe, as his cock spurts out several strings of white cum once again, his head tilted back with deep groans, dick pulsing - your hands keep away from it for the first few seconds just to observe, but then you help to milk it dry, grabbing his base and slowly stroking up and down. he shudders from your touch, and the sight of him being so sorely sensitive makes you feel your heartbeat in your pussy again.
he really does cum a shit ton. it goes for what seems to be like ages, never ending pulses of his cock and rope after rope tainting your hands, and his own stomach. the way he shivers before you, how captivating his groans sound, it all makes you want to do it all over again.
you slowly rub his tip against your palm, playing with his dick as if it were a toy - but this time, he grabs your wrist to stop you.
"enough..." he says with a low voice - and the look that he gives you sends a shiver down your spine.
he's beginning to smell a bit different. its not like before. and it's getting thicker by the second...
"ah, fuck.... i'm in rut," sukuna admits with a scowl, and a flushed face.
the realisation hits you like a truck.
"look at what you've done," sukuna growls as he grabs your hips and pushes you closer towards him, his cock impossibly harder. he's breathing heavily, and you see the precum that's gathering on his tip. he won't be able to hold himself back much longer, and you know it.
and curse the omega in you - you're unable to resist him, and you can feel yourself syncing with his rut, a strange swoop occurring in your stomach. his strong pheromones make you lightheaded and feverish, instigating your submissive side as you become obedient - sitting on his lap with an eager shine in your eyes, breathing heavy from his strong scent and your desire to be dominated.
you want to have your brains fucked out. you can't take it anymore.
as if reading your mind, sukuna lunges forward and practically throws you onto your back on your couch - you let out a yelp and watch as he pulls your shorts and panties down and casts them aside, stripping you completely. you feel so vulnerable, but his intense strength and desperation is only adding to your arousal.
he pushes your knees up and rubs his cock up against your clit, and puckering hole.
"look at all this slick. you want me that bad huh?" sukuna remarks darkly, sweat gathering on his temples.
you grit your teeth, fighting the urge to give him a meek response - having the strange desire to provoke and set him off until the end.
"you're the desperate one here..." you tell him breathlessly, sensing how his dick is practically begging to be inside you, with the way it twitches on your cunt.
your blood runs cold for a second, when you see the way he looks down at you, with a vein popping out on his forehead.
"...maybe i am," he relents, with a low voice, grabbing your face.
and then he leans down to shove his lips against yours, while thrusting his cock into you at the same time.
you whimper into the kiss as his tip hits your womb like nothing. you'd ignored how massive he was at the start, but now it's impossible to brush off.
"t-too big..." you mumble when he breaks away from your lips.
sukuna groans as he drags his cock in and out of your sopping cunt, practically holding him in an iron grip from the suction. your endless amount of slick coats his dick with plenty of lubricant to fuck you more easily.
"you can take it, doll. i'll make you take it..."
his eyes dilate as he begins to piston his hips at a fast but uneven pace, groaning shamelessly as his cock ravishes your pussy by hitting all the right places, heavy balls smacking against your ass with every thrust. the pleasure runs through your veins like electricity, and you feel high off the feeling of someone so big and strong using you like you were his fleshlight - to relieve his rut.
you can barely breathe from the way he pounds you, relentlessly pushing you to the limit, tears forming in your eyes and high pitched moans coming from your throat.
"ohh-! sukuna... oh, please please please..." you plead, almost sobbing.
he responds by leaning down to lather his tongue against your scent glands, sucking on them and rest of the skin on your neck. you shudder and let out another set of whimpers - and sukuna's fangs feel antsy, wanting to sink them into your flesh.
sukuna aims for the sweetness from your breasts, to distract himself. you cry out as he roughly latches onto your nipple and begins to suck as he squeezes your soft flesh. his cock feels like it's about to burst.
when he stimulates your nipples a certain way and his tip grazes your g-spot at the same time, you're hit with an orgasm that makes you squeal and has your cunt fluttering uncontrollably.
his dick gives in to the sudden milkings of your pussy and sukuna pushes his hips to settle himself into you as deep as he can - giving a choked off groan from the sudden climax as his cock swells up inside of you, anchoring itself.
the knowledge of him knotting you doesn't seem to matter as you enjoy the feeling of the warm gush of his cum pouring into your womb, his balls clenching with every rope that spurts out, messily coating your walls with white.
sukuna pants so heavily above you, abs flexing as he continues to orgasm in your warm cunt that still has a dull pulse from your previous climax. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck with a soft growl, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
your breathing relaxes as you lay still on the couch while sukuna weighs you down and breeds you properly, consequences be damned. you could try and fight him off, but it's been so long since you've been so sexually satisfied that your logical thinking has turned itself off. all you want to do is enjoy bathing in the pheromones of your alpha and let the heaviness of his large body drape over yours as he pumps you full of his babies.
sukuna is usually very careful about who he's around when he's in a rut - and he's always made sure either he or his partner had some sort of protection on before doing anything. he wouldn't want to go around having kids with the wrong people. it's hard to say whether you're wrong or right for him - he doesn't know much about you to judge yet...
but you make him feel so right.
and he's still fighting off the urge to mark you to make you officially his, with drool beginning to run down his chin. his fangs are making it unbearable; he needs to bite something right now.
"you look restless..." you tell him, getting him to tear his gaze away from your neck, to your face instead.
you pull him in for a messy kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth. he feels the way you brush over his fangs, paying extra attention to them as you make out with him, and it makes him groan. you must have done this with someone else before. sukuna nips at your tongue and lower lip, doing his best not to break skin - trying to relieve himself of the urge to bite.
the swell of his knot is gradually subsiding, but you know that the night is far from over.
"which way to your bedroom?" sukuna asks after breaking away from your kiss, breathlessly.
"farthest down the corridor, past the kitchen.." you respond, feeling a little needy after he abruptly stopped the kiss like that.
"hold onto me."
he lifts you up easily with his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders. the display of strength makes your heartbeat quicken.
when you're laid upon the soft mattress of your bed, his lips come crashing down again - while his hips begin to give shallow thrusts, cock still hard and throbbing. sukuna kisses you like he's a man starved, and you feel as though he might actually swallow you up at this rate.
the strong grip on your hips tighten as his pace gets rougher. you have to break away to gasp and moan. every time he jostles your body, you feel his previous heavy load sloshing inside you, and it's getting too much. sukuna doesn't look like he's even entirely here, hips moving mindlessly and drool dripping down his chin - it's a terrifyingly arousing sight.
he tries to come down and kiss you again, but you have to push his face away - you're so out of breath that you're afraid you might pass out if he does that again. it's overwhelming, how his thick cock bullies itself against your walls over and over again.
sukuna doesn't seem too pleased that you're pushing him away; he holds you tighter and he adjusts his hips to fuck you deeper. you mewl loudly, but keep your hand weakly against his face - he doesn't force it away, but lets his tongue droop out, caressing your fingers with it. you feel him bite and suck on your hand as his sharp thrusts produce small bulges in your stomach.
you witness his eyes dilating again, and you swear you see hearts in them this time, your fingers still in his mouth.
his dick feels so, so good in your pussy. your intoxicating smell now surrounds him after coming into your bedroom, and it's driving him insane. he grunts above you, balls feeling heavy, dick pulsing as his tip finds its way knocking on your cervix. there's a thick ring of cream foaming on the base of his cock now, a mixed concoction of both his cum and your slick.
his thrusting gets sloppy and his hips stutter, meaning that he's going to orgasm again. sukuna's eyes roll back, as he messily "kisses" your hand, pushing himself balls deep into you at the final moment.
you arch your back at the sensation of his knot swelling up once again, cumming at this moment. sukuna almost topples over from the tightness, as the walls of your cunt flutter around his knot, effectively squeezing everything out of him.
"f-fu-uuck..." he drones out, his voice dragging the curse word out.
you feel him dumping every drop into your poor womb, emptying his balls. you're afraid that you'll get addicted to this "full" feeling, the warmth of his seed filling you up, the way your insides can feel his cock twitch violently with every thick string of cum he shoots out. you never imagined being held down and inseminated would feel this good.
sukuna's eyes are half-lidded, pleasure continuing to run up and down his spine. he pins your wrist down against the bed suddenly, and latches his mouth to one of your breasts - beginning to suck immediately, like he's trying to rehydrate himself with your milk. you shudder. it seems as though he's doing nothing but take, take, and take from your body... not that you'll stop him from doing so.
you run your fingers through his soft hair, catching your breath, slightly trembling each time he sucks a little too hard. shortly after he is seemingly content, he completely collapses his body over yours, face all up in your breasts, purring while his knot still sits inside of you.
you sense that it's only the beginning of a long, long night.
once the sun has rolled into the sky, you finally remember the fact that the weekdays haven't finished yet - and that you're supposed to be getting ready for work right now.
problem is, there's a certain someone clinging to your whole body from behind, still purring against the nape of your neck with a hand lazily groping the flesh of your tit. you can feel his fluffy tail curling around yours, possessively. you're sleepy, and his stupid purring keeps coaxing you to take a nap. he's a lot more docile and softhearted than you imagined. you supposed he'd be out of your house by now.
you reach out and feel around to grab your phone, to give your workplace a call to take the day off. while you're on the phone, sukuna places soft kisses down your back. you hope your boss can't hear the excessive vibration in the background. once you're done with that, you shove your phone under your pillow.
"i need a nap... you can use my shower, or go home, whichever you prefer," you tell him sleepily, shutting your eyes.
"is sleeping next to you also an option?" he asks from behind you, snuggling up closer.
"mm," you reply mindlessly, already dozing off. he slips his arm under your head. admittedly, his arm pillow does feel comfortable.
when you next wake up in a few hours time, you don't know what to feel when you notice that he's still next to you in bed.
"finally awake?"
"yeah... i'm surprised you haven't left," you mumble, following that with a yawn.
"i'm surprised you're not chasing me out," he shoots back.
"what would be the point? i'll see you again the moment i step outside the house."
"i bet you love that. being able to see me all the time," sukuna teases, twirling a strand of your hair with his finger.
"ugh, think what you will," you roll your eyes, trying not to be flustered.
you suddenly realise how thirsty and hungry you are.
"i'm starving... i don't remember what's in the fridge," you mumble to yourself.
"hop in the shower with me and i'll take care of all your meals today," he offers, smirking.
you don't really trust his intentions - especially something as intimate as showering together - but you are famished, and you don't think you will be bothered to cook at all today.
"what meals are we thinking?" you ask, curious.
"hm. well, how about steak?"
"... is that a threat?"
sukuna bursts into laughter.
he informs you that the salt he had originally wanted from you was supposed to be for the steak he was cooking last night. who knew that he'd be having a different kind of steak that evening? you look unamused as he makes the joke between chuckles.
unsurprisingly, you do end up in the shower with him, and again, unsurprisingly, he does pay extra attention to soaping up your tits in particular, and making out with you a little here and there. but as promised, you are rewarded with possibly the best meals you've ever had since you moved to this neighbourhood.
after a bit of conversation, turns out the man is a freelance chef, which is something you would've never guessed. from first glance, he seemed like he could've been part of some gang or a shady underground business.
when you sheepishly apologise for misjudging him based on his looks, sukuna laughs once again, and tells you that he'll forgive you if you let him continue to "help you out" from here onwards...
the rest is in dot points bc im lazy!
originally, i had wanted to make this a bit more toxic but i turned it more wholesome bc i felt like ive already posted toxic stuff before this so haha...
btw you do a few pregnancy checks while sukuna is still there after that night, and it turns out negative. it's a big sigh of relief for you and while it should be the case for sukuna too, since he's never really liked the idea of having kids, for some reason there's the tiniest twinge of disappointment...
anyway - after this, their relationship turns into a weird mix between friends with benefits and ?lovers, semi slow burn
often crashing in each others beds and sharing meals, but also having periods where you won't see one another for a week or so when life gets busy
thing is, you always try and tell yourself that you'll only use him to relieve the swell in your breasts, but it's never the case. things always go out of control and you end up bouncing on his cock without thinking of the consequences.
and he can't stop himself from teasing you everytime, those tits of yours could kill a man, he swears. sukuna gets extremely touchy with them, grazing his fingertips over your nipples, groping you with your shirt still on like a lewd old man, life just feels better when he has your tit in his mouth or hands. it hardly feels like he's actually bullying you when he gets hard like a mf while doing it.
and there are moments where he blurs the line between FWB and becoming something a little more, like when he scents you before you leave his place. "...why're you scenting me?" "why not?"
there is an incident that happens in your house one time, where a huge water leak had happened while you were away at work, drenching the floorboards and things requiring a lot of fixing. you had nowhere else to stay that wasn't either a motel or some cheap sauna so sukuna offered you to sleep at his place for the time being.
"but there's nowhere for you to sleep except for my bed. i'm not bothered to clean out any of the spare rooms and i don't suppose you want to sleep on the sofa for weeks straight?" a sly method of getting you to sleep next to him.
it really made things between you two feel a lot more intimate and romantic, a lot of tension, especially when sleeping together without the sex and doing all the chores. both of you felt a little empty when the house maintenance was all done and you had to go back to your own place.
also, this man is quite loaded with money. freelance chef popular in demand, but he only takes up jobs that he feels like doing. sometimes he'll leave his house empty for longer times because he's busy, which makes you quite lonely and confused, since he doesn't really explain to you where he's going and why a lot of the time.
when he eventually is back again, he is met with you, holding the scent of some other alpha. he finds himself feeling incredibly upset and possessive, even though he's always deemed relationships to be superficial in his life, because it limits his freedom. but he just feels so deeply unhappy about it that he ends up arguing with you
he knows it shouldn't be something he is entitled to feel angry about when he's not even properly committed to you but it's not like he's ever mingled with other omegas ever since he's met you? it just felt so unfair to him in the moment.
shortly after the argument, you end up confessing you didn't even do anything with the alpha anyway, just a boring date and one quick hug. and sukuna also explains that it was his fault in the first place, leaving and coming back without saying anything. turns out that he sometimes works as a chef in places like hotels and when he's preparing food for companies or people who live a distance away, he just spends the nights somewhere nearby for convenience.
the tension is high after both of you are finished clearing things up, and it eventually leads to sex again. he wants to get rid of that scent ASAP, whether it was from just a hug or not, he needs it GONE. and this time, he properly marks you, sinking his fangs into your scent glands like he's always ached to do.
the night ends with you two officially becoming a couple, finally haha, happy days
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heian era! sukuna x fem! reader
warnings: nsfw, slight degrading, fluff, sukuna being the diva he is, br33ding, mentions of pregnancy, not proof read !! credits to cafekitsune for the divider x
authors note: hope you guys enjoy this !! sorry for the inactivity, there's just been so many exams since it's nearly the end of the year x but I'll try my best to continue being active, enjoy !! xo
heian era! sukuna who no matter what, will always get you what's you want. you want food that's meant for 2 people? food is delivered without a thought, you want a three karat gold necklace with his initials but can't afford it? boom, it's on your neck an hour later that wasn't the only thing that was around your neck that same night
heian era! sukuna who secretly enjoys the little moments you have with him. when you join him on his throne making your way to his lap, he loves when you go straight to cuddling his neck as you two sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before you give him a few kisses. "hi sukuna" you say looking up at him giggling with a smile on your face "what d'ya want brat" he says pretending to be annoyed before wrapping all 4 arms around you "nothingg just missed you" you say as you lean your head against his shoulder smiling while you wrap your arms around his waist as you two find peace in each other's arms (he may or may not have been smiling while you weren't looking)
heian era! sukuna who can't help but fall in love harder everyday. he enters your shared bedroom as his eyes are set on your beautiful features as you lightly snore on your desk. he smiles to himself as he walks over and picks you up with ease as he walks over to the large bed and places you down. you reach out for him still asleep, his gaze softens as a smile creeps onto his face as he lies down next to you placing your head onto his muscular chest as he wraps 2 arms around your waist one supporting the back of your head and the other one on top of the blankets as he stares at you longingly. "i love you, you little brat" he whispers as he kisses the crown of your head as you two sleep in each other's company
heian era! sukuna who wants you to be the mother of his children. he doesn't want anybody but you, especially after seeing you interacting with the village children. seeing you with them ignites a fire inside of him and that's how you ended up on your back in a mating press. "f-fuck! 'k-kuna! whats gotten 'nta y-you?" you moan out before feeling him thrust deeper "j-just shut up 'n take this c-cock" he growls as his thrusts fasten, despite the angry tone of his voice you know he's just trying to cover up the fact he's enjoying himself. "o-oh fuck, i think im gonna c-cum!" you moan as your eyes start to roll back "let go 'm queen, take your kings cock deep inside 'yer pussy, might just get you pregnant" he groans out while letting out a throaty chuckle as he watches you melt into his touch "p-please get me pregnant, 'wanna have your kids!" you whimper out cock drunk before cumming around his cock. "oh y-yea?" he says in a low dangerous voice as he starts thrusting into you at inhumane speed as he pushes your thighs past your ears as he stares into your eyes. "t-take i-it all!" he moans loudly before throwing his head back as he emptied himself inside of you painting your insides white. you two stay in that position for a while as the room is filled with breathing and the smell of sex, he then slowly pulls out his cock as he watches as his cum drips out your pussy, you watch as he uses two fingers to push it back in as you softly moan "can't waste a drop" he says before rolling onto his back and pulling you with him as you rest your head onto his muscular chest. "you okay my love? did i hurt you?" he softly says, you smile "yea im okay, just excited to have kids with you, and if you mean hurt me in the best way possible then yeah" you say giggling as he rolls his eyes jokingly before kissing the top of your head "i wouldn't wanna have it with anyone else but you" he murmers. you smile and kiss his cheek before you two cuddle and slowly start to drift to sleep.
hope you guys enjoyed, please reblog if you did, it motivates me đ«¶đœ lmk if I need to improve on something or if you have any requests, but love you guys & see you in the next one !!
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HNNNG GUESS WHOS BACK
(I wrote this way too fast because i needed to write this down before i writers block kicked back in so there are probably spelling mistakes, grammar issues (theres always grammar issues with my writing LMAO) goodluck!)
I'm imagining Reader, who is a traveler who goes overseas often. They go to Piltover and meet Vander and decide to join their cause, becoming a merchant to get extra money to bring in.
Reader is getting ready to set sail with their crew and Vander pulls thrm aside just before they leave and gives them a promise ring. Once they do set sail, Reader waves at Vander until hes out of sight.
While they were away, Vander, Silco, Connol and Felicia helped him plan an actual proposal. When Reader did finally return, they were expecting to be proposed to the second they got off of the ship but to their surprise, they were just welcomed back normally. After the next few weeks, Reader stays suspicious but in the end figures that he's going to wait until after they beat Piltover.
Once Reader is no longer suspicious, they set the plan in motion.
One day, Felicia invites Reader out and they walk around topside. Eventually, Reader is dragged into a shop and Felicia pretends to look around before "spotting" an outfit that Reader also likes. Felicia convinces them to buy it, and they do. They head back and Reader styles the outfit and while they were changing, Connol told her that everything was ready and they both sneak out.
While Reader and Felicia were out, Silco and Connol had been cooking. Reader faintly smells their favourite food as they walk out, all dressed up and see that the only thing waiting for them was a note saying that Felicia had to go.
Before Reader could change Silco shows up and asks them to help him gather some supplies or something. He insists that they don't need to change and they head out, grabbing bits and pieces from various shops before heading in a direction Reader doesn't recognise and before they can ask about it, Silco hands them a blind fold and asks them to put it on. Which they do, now incredibly suspicious (and slightly concerned).
Silco leads them along until they stop and he walks off, and Vander tells them to take off the blindfold, which they do. Immediately seeing that they're stabding ontop of an old building, a gorgeous view of Piltover and the sky, the sun setting, casting a beautiful glow over the city. Two chairs and a table, covered in their favourite food and drink and fairylights strung up all around. And Vander, dressed nicely and looking uncharacteristicly nervous.
They sit down, eat and talk and eventually the sun has set and they're witting in comfortable silence when Vander breaks it and asks them to stand up. Weeks of practising what to say go straight out the window and he stutters his way through a small speach before he gives up and pops the question, kneeling and holding up a small box.
Reader stares down at him in shock, completely silent- everything he just said processing in their hand and as Vander goes to stand up- akwardly apologising- he gets tackled down by Reader, who happily says yes.
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NOW IMAGINE
Every year, at the same time, on the anniversary of his proposal. Reader puts on the same outfit, grabs their favourite alcohol sits in the same place they sat on that day. Mourning the life that could have been.
I hope you guys know, I looked into my drafts to posts this and i found this
I have no memory of writing this
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So sick of being the only one who comes up with my sorts of fanfic ideas like wth...
#sophie speaks#i have an idea for a twst fic#had it for a while actually but the new skully character is making me think about twst again because nightmare before Christmas peak#where reader is yuu from twst obviously and like the stories over ur finally going home and then instead of ending up home#u get told that u screwed up the worlds balance and now in all the fairytales the bad guys won#and like the queen of hearts chopped off alices head snow whites poisoned and disfigured etc etc#and ur told u have to go in and fix the plots and basically revive a bunch of dead heroes and set things straight if u want to go home#and then the guys dont remember u at first but as u go along the story u make friends/lovers w them again or whatevers and they remember u#its very much inspired by shinyjr's damnation au because i loved a lot of her ideas but its still my own thing yknow#idk i just think itd vibe heavy#its on the mind ngl#ill finish the chapter today tho then i can daydream lmfao... hate editing might just go back to grammarly
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sunday x reader - halovian courtship
warning: no spoilers, gn! reader, pining/soft sunday, Sunday info dumping as usual
summary: where Sunday will do everything except confess, and you just think heâs emotionally stunted.
a/n: i read about birds for this
halovian courting rituals
1. Gift giving. Like their close bird companions, Halovians participate in 'nuptial gifts,' a form of gift giving to a potential partner.
You were walking into the Oak Family Headquarters, Dewlight Pavilion, sent to deliver some letters. Although, youâve been here before, it was still a bit nerve wracking to be in such a place, undetached from your usual position as a lower end employee.
The entrance to Oak Family Headâs office was right in front of you. You bite your lip, shifting the documents to your other arm and knock.
âNightingale Famil-â
The door swings open. The family head holding the door stands to the side.
âAh,â Sunday says your name, âitâs you.â
Your eyes widen, blinking a couple times. He remembers me?
âYes, itâs nice to see you again Mr. Sunday. Iâve come with documents from the Nightingale family detailing a new plan for the dreamscape.â
He looks a bit disappointed?
He chuckles, then calls out to a lone employee, âyouâre dismissed for today, Iâll take care of the rest.â
The Oak employee dips his head and leaves. Watching him leave fills a pit in your stomach.
âMr. Sunday, is something wrong?â
Sunday sits up suddenly, âOh, no. Not at all.â Itâs that movement that makes you realize that heâs been fidgeting with something in his lapâŠIs he always like this?
âI guess I was just a bit surprised,â he smiles, looking down to the side. You caught him.
âSurprised? To see me?â Although Sunday and you have met a few times. It was always business, just like nowâwell maybe he did stare a bit intently at you before, but something really was different this time!
He looks up and sheepishly slides a box across the table. âTake it asâŠbeing a good part of The Family.â
For a few moments, your eyes set upon him. What is he planning? Itâs a small box. Almost nothing could fit in there. You lift the top up.
You gasp. Earrings worth more than your entire lifeâs salary. You slam it shut.
âM-Mr. Sunday. This really isnât necessary. I justââ you ramble on. Sunday places his gloved hand on yours.
âPlease, take it.â
Looking into his eyes, you realize that putting up a fight with the Oak Head wonât get you anywhere. You reluctantly take the box.
2. Preening. Similar to nature, touching a Halovian's wings is an intimate gesture to show one's interest in a romantic partner. Someone should never touch a Halovian's wings without asking!
Soon after, you come across Sunday again. This time at the Nightingale Familyâs institution. You were putting away blueprints, plans and documents your coworkers left laying around haphazardly. When a familiar voice calls out to you.
âGood evening. Working hard, I see.â
âMr. Sunday?â
He approached you, then looked around the room. He seemed to realize the situation you were in and scorned your coworkers. He mumbled something about you and moving to the âOak Family.â As he spoke his wings were fluttering. They looked smooth and soft.
âYouâve been staring at my wings. Do they interest you that much?â He chuckles.
âWell, they are very pretty butââ
âWould you like to touch them?â A light blush spreads across his face. Despite that, he seemed perfectly poised. His hands clasped behind his back, standing straight and looking right at you.
âI-is that alright?â tumbles from your lips. You hesitantly reach out.
âI wouldnât have offered otherwise.â
Upon touching them, Sundayâs wings twitched away from you before settling down. The feathers are soft and plush. Some are darker in color while others are more pale. Theyâre surprisingly fluffy. A bit like fur but more delicate.
The blush darkened, his gaze shifted off to the wall. His composure utterly broken, his hands fidgeted behind his back.
âDid you know that birds groom each other as a social activity? It occurs betweenâŠma-members of a flock.â He sputters. What is he saying?
Your fingers stroking his feathers create a flutter within his stomach. He leans into the touch. Taking that as a sign to continue, you reach farther up, a light brush into the coverts of his feathers. Sunday gasps and pulls away.
ââŠYou must take good care of them. Are all Halovian wings soft like yours?â
He wishes that moment would never end.
3. Song. During courtship rituals many birds of different species tend to sing and dance. While that is popular among Halovian people, some may chose show affection through instruments instead.
One day, a notice appears at your door. Upon examining it you realize itâs an invitation from Sunday, instructing you to his office within the Dewlight Pavilion.
Could it be about the documents you sent him last time? You wrack your brain for any possible explanation. He had been acting weirder than usual.
Heat build up in your face upon recalling Sundayâs recent appreciation for you. The earrings that are far too expensive to wear anywhere, and even worseâyou bury your face into your hands. In a profound display of unprofessionalism, he let you touch his wings.
Still, every muscle in your body jittered with excitement, even though it shouldnât.
⫠⏠â©
Suddenly, the closer you got, the more the hallway echoed with the sound of a violin. Slowly, you carefully stepped towards the sound, till you found its source.
Sunday was playing the violin. You couldnât help but freeze where you were and watch him. He truly did look like angel. As he drew his bow across the strings, the light from the window shined down on him. His hair reflected the light appearing almost white. Was he always this beautiful?
Abruptly, he stands up, âYouâre early. Sorry, I didnât hear you come in.â
âSorry, I didnât mean to startle you,â you closed the door behind you, âI didnât know you could play. What song was it?â
He places the violin down on his table and approached you, âItâs âSalut dâamor,â one of the first pieces I learned how to play,â Sunday put his hand behind his back, âthe dream master was the one that taught me.â
âIt was very pretty, I can tell youâve been playing for a long time.â
âThank you.â A light blush spreads onto his cheeks, but itâs gone before you can realize it.
A loud silence sweeps the room. The two of you avert your eyes. This side of Sunday feels so different from what youâve been told. He always maintains a professional barrier. But if so, what was this?
Sunday calls your name, âhow do you feel about me?â
âWhat?â The question is so out of the blue, you mustâve heard wrong, âI think youâre a nice guyââ
âI meant as a partner, I thought you knew. Was I not obvious enough?â He mumbles over the last sentence.
âIâwellââ you stumble over your words. He was serious. The earrings, the wing touching, the invitation. You dismissed it as him buttering you up. The âmost handsome man in Penaconyâ as delegated by the latest magazines, had feelings for you?
Your face felt so hot, you felt as if you could combust into flames at any moment, âI feel the same.â
His expression softened. âThatâs a relief, I donât have to cancel those reservations then.â
âReservations?! Mr. Sunday-â
âJust Sunday. Iâll pick you up later then,â he smiled, then placed his hand near your ear, as if looking for something, âOh, but this time remember to wear those earrings.â
a/n #2: soft Sunday is real, did u see how protective he was of Robin in the quest? i need more hoyo. feed my delusion
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tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.
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sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and itâs easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.
however, when the two of you areâŠexcessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the soundsâthe sounds should embarrass both of you.
suguru doesnât consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right nowâhis mouth wonât stop.
âyeah baby, yeaaah,â his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but itâs all hazy.
âsuguru!â you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.
âkeep em open for me, fuckâdonât run away from it, I know you want it.â
your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguruâs forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.
âyeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, donât ya think?â
as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you shouldâve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.
the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts upâyou realize that he set the level higher.
the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove somethingâhe towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.
âlook at me, come on baby look upâtheere she is,â he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. âfeels good, huh? shouldâve done this sooner,â he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.
when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you canât talk, you donât trust yourself with words nowâbut suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.
âoh here?â
âfuck! fuck fuck fuckââ you choke out a sob. âsuguruâoh baby, Iâm close, Iâm so so close,â youâre blabbering, barely breathing and suguruâs self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, heâs been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto himâsuguru needed to cum inside you.
âyeah you are,â he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. âcome on, I know you can cum for me,â he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.
when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you donât have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguruâs shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.
his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.
âfuck babyââ
âmmm sugu,â you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. âcum baby, please,â your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. âfill me up, I want all of it,â
when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.
running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguruâs body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skinâ and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.
âya liked the vibrator?â he mumbles against your skin.
âoh fuckââ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. âIâŠcame messy,â the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying âsquirtâ makes suguru laugh into your neck.
âyou mean you squirted?â
ânot the point!â
note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.
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[â°] ⊠NANAMI KENTO & Y/N BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT⊠429k views
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ê©: actor!nanami x actress!reader
‷ a short compilation of y/n & nanami moments!
sfw, fluff, accidental kisses, ooc nanami kinda
. art credits to @/osusiudon on twitter
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ౚৠfirst clip
âwhereee is nanamiiii?â you whine, filming yourself as you walk around the set, trying to find your favourite cast member. you walk through a door. ânanamiii-oh there he is..â
you look surprised and then you tell the camera, âshhhh..nanami is asleep..â
you tiptoe towards where he lays passed out on a couch with his costume goggles right beside him. you turn the camera around to face nanami, his mouth agape as little snores passed through.
âawwww.. he looks so cute..â
you put the camera close to his face, making nanami look funny. âhaha..iâm so keeping this-â
nanami snorts suddenly and shifts in a rapid movement, shocking you and making you drop your phone on his poor face.
âahh!â you cry. fumbling ensues before you get your camera upright again, pointing it at a now awake, disappointed looking nanami, sitting up on the couch as he stares at you blankly. his hair is messy, tie askew and his eyes tired.
âsorry nanamiâŠdid i wake you??â
ââŠâ
ââŠâ
nanami sighs and rubs his eyes. âi donât know _____. did you barge in here, record me and drop your phone on my face?â
ââŠoops?â
nanami stares at you some more and then you pat his head in apology.
âsorry, nanaminâŠâ
he sighs again. âwhy are you like thisâŠâ
ౚৠsecond clip
the paparazzi secretly filmed you and nanami exiting a store (which they had followed you both to). now of course, fans criticised said paparazzi, but after seeing the video themselvesâŠthey couldnât be all that sad about it.
you and nanami walk out of the automatic doors, arms linked and nanami carries the shopping bag.
youâre eating your little treat, strolling with nanami to the sidewalk when he points to your shoes, noticing that your laces are undone.
he speaks and you just shrug, continuing to eat, uncaring of your unlaced shoes that are a hazard.
nanami has you hold the grocery bag temporarily and then kneels down and ties your laces securely, all the while you chew on your food and smile down at him.
he stands up and takes the bag from you to carry once more. you inaudibly talk before linking arms with him again and resting your head on his shoulder while you both walk away.
ౚৠthird clip
the director yells cut and you are immediately running towards nanami and throwing your arms around his shirtless waist, careful to avoid the very intricate, realistic body paint covering half of his body.
ânanami! please donât dieeeee!â you cry, looking up at him, âwhoâs going to be my emotional support actor?â
nanami huffs and pats your back, â_____âŠi wonât disappear..iâll still be on the setâŠâ
âitâs not the same!â you grumble into his chest. âitâs like you died for real!â
âno itâs not. iâll visit everyday until this series ends.â
âreally?â you look up at him, eyes glossy, âyou better not be lying. promise?â
âyes, i promise.â he sighs fondly.
âokay..â
still hugging him, you turn to look at the camera and blatantly check out his shredded torso and thick, strong arms. nanami just stands there, confused.
you rest your head on one of his pecs, looking at the camera and smiling. âi get to do this everyday, you know.â
nanami scoffs and shakes his head at you. you are unbelievable.
ౚৠfourth clip
you and the a few members of the cast of jujutsu kaisen had agreed to play a game of âsilent libraryâfor charity and nanami had agreed to play too, which shocked both the cast and the fans considering nanami rarely participated in games like this.
nanami has struck luck so far but it runs out on the sixth round.
the cards are handed out and suspense rises when you all quickly flip them over.
you groan out loud before slapping a hand over your mouth when you see that youâve received the death card.
looking around, you notice that nanami and gojo also share the same card, and you point at them confused, while the members who are safe sigh in relief and thank god.
nanami closes his eyes and gojo slumps in his chair dramatically, making a weak noise in his mouth. you snort. youâre quickly hushed.
the name of the game is presented, âsuck and blowâ, and poorly stifled chuckles ring around the room. you rub your eyes, already dreading whatâs about to come.
gojo eyes you, making a come hither motion with his long finger and swear at him silently. nanami is silent and looks between the two of you blankly.
the aim of the game? all three players must pass plastic card between them with only their lips.
your head falls onto the table, gojo is grinning and nanami is, as always, sighing.
the three of you sit on stools, with yourself insisting on being in the middle.
âi couldâve sworn iâve had a dream just like thisâŠâ gojo whispers and nanami is leaning all the way around to smack the back of his head. gojo gasps and utahime scolds at him to shut his mouth.
the plastic card is given to gojo and the timer begins. he sucks it to his lips, cheeks hollow and he looked very stupid. gojo grabs your head and presses the card to your lips, making it seem like you are both kissing. you grunt and begin smacking the side of his face. suppressed laughter can be heard around you as you forcefully pull away from gojo.
you purse your lips, holding the plastic card on them as best as you can and turning to face nanami. he leans in, ready to get this over with.
it happened so fast.
nanamiâs face is close to yours as you move to transfer the plastic card to his lips..and then the card falls.
it falls and youâre kissing nanami for half a second.
you gasp and pull back, embarrassed and covering your face.
you hear a squeal, a loud gasp and shocked laughter as you drown in shame. nanami sits there, fiddling, not knowing what to do with his hands and his face is clearly pink.
gojo teases you both to no end and the timer is already up.
itâs safe to say you all lost that round.
ౚৠfifth clip
nanami is forced to go on a talk show (as he claims his manager made him do it ).
his responses are perfect and polite - nanami clearly has some sort of media training or an upper class background of some sort. itâs like nothing could catch him off guard whatsoever.
nanami is talking and then, the host interrupts. âare you and _____ dating?â
the audience chuckles and nanami is caught off guard. âwh-what?â nanami breathes out, a blush rising from his neck to his cheeks. âwhat?â
âare you and _____ dating?â
ânoâŠâ nanami clears his throat, gulping, âno of course notâŠâ
âwhat do you mean âof course not?â do you not like _____?â
âwhat? of course i like-â nanami cuts himself off with a deep sigh and the crowd laughs at his embarrassment and fluster. â_____âŠ_____ is a lovely woman, sheâs a respected colleague, a valued friend, sheâs-â
âwell since you like her so much, letâs bring her out!â the host flings his arm out in the direction of the entrance stairway, âgive a warm welcome to _____!â
â?â
the crowd is screaming as you walk in, waving at them with a warm smile on your face and sit next to nanami.
nanami looks at you, face red. âi-â
âdonât let him stop you.â you say, referring to the hostâs interruption and the cheers erupting from the sea of people. âkeep talking about me!â
nanami sighs. âshitâŠâ
ౚৠsixth clip
youâre being interviewed on the red carpet by a boisterous, joyful middle aged lady who asks you many questions, one of them being, âfuck, marry, killâ.
âokay fuck, marry, kill with getou suguru, nanami kento and gojo sa-â
âeasy,â you cut in, not even hearing the rest of the question, âfuck getou, marry nanami and kill gojo. easiest question iâve had so far!â
on the other end of the carpet, nanami is being asked the same questions except with actresses, one of them being you.
âfuck marry kill - utahime iori, _____ or shoko ieiri?!â
âmarry _____, fuck utahime and kill shoko. goodnight.â he abruptly walks away, not even waiting for the interviewer to respond and leaves them flabbergasted.
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a/n: feel like i rambled a lot in this one..oh well. also iâm not accepting requests for actor!nanami right nowđ€đ©·
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â ONE OF HIS GIRLSSSS ! ,
᥎êȘ«â sum. toji ends up finding out maybe his best friend's daughter isnât so innocent after all once he walks in on you and your precious 12k viewers. he grows amused by your little side hustle as a cam girl. but actually, maybe having him as a special guest wasnât so bad. (girl it was)
wc. 6k
warnings. fem! reader, vĆyerism, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty), unprotected, praise, dirty talk, squĂrting, cunnĂlingus, slight dumbification, impact play, size kink, spit.
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âguys, iâm serious,â youâd utter, your monitor staring right back at you â a full live audience of over twelve thousand eyes listening to you speak. you were cooped up in your room, slouching on your chair with your legs pressed together. âheâs totally real. we even almost got caught one time.â
you were referring to your dadâs best friend, tojiâŠ
just muttering his name aloud made you feel all sorts of tingles. oh, to think how that 'one time' was just about three days ago. you still remember everything like it just happened, the intoxicating taste of tojiâs lips, his unforgettable loud cologne scent, how fucking mean he was, you missed him, who were you even kidding. last time you checked, him and your father went out somewhere. you didnât bother to care where, probably fishing or something.
skimming through the plethora of donations with filthy questions, thirsty provocative questions that desperately craved your attention, you read one, âhow is he in bed, ohâwell,â and you squeeze your thighs before re-adjusting your screen. âheâs okay. i had to fake my orgasms a few times though, figures âcause heâs kinda old.â
âoh yeah?â
as if on cue, there toji stoodâright outside your doorway, hands buried in his deep roots of pockets and that same unreadable expression. heâs sending you straight daggers, you crane your neck to glance at him before you panic, âuh, iâll talk to you guys later.â
ânah keep that shit on, girl,â he shakes his head, trodding his bare feet towards you. you mentally face palm. you could have sworn he was out somewhere with your father. âjust when i thought ya couldnât get even freakier,â he mutters, and heâs now behind youâgreen irises peering at your monitor. the chat suddenly spams with some of your audience lusting over toji, wondering if heâs a special guest. âheyyy,â he says to the screen, his voice was a pitchy low and then you gasp once he throws an arm around you. âis he a special guest?â and then he turns to you with a sly grin. âi donât know, princess . . am i?â
â. . . i mean i guess,â you speak, not even realizing how your tone softens a bit. this always happened, whenever you were just a few feet away from toji, youâd feel so tense. itâs officially been a week since the two of you were screwing aroundâyou hadnât gotten caught, at least you think you havenât gotten caught. the thrill of it all though, it was enticing. he eyes your little set up and heâs amused more than anything. âthis is the guy i was telling you guys about,â you avert your dilated pupils back towards the bright screen. âthis is . . . toji.â
âheh yo,â he scoffs at the screen with a greet, seeing how your confidence fades the moment heâs in the room with you. toji leans beside you, eyeing the lewd comments before one catches his eye. âtell him to turn around. what for?â
you sheepishly grin at the webcam, knowing some of your aroused fans wanted to take a quick peek at tojiâs ass. to be fair, you couldnât exactly blame them. you stare a bit yourself, and it was definitely. . . something.
three new tips from mod gojoclitoru: girl bye he looks like he doesnât shower
wormfucker69: he looks like the guy who works @ my cleaners lol
shokostrapdestroyer: Whereâs Shoko ?????
kanyeastinfection: Soooo hawt ;)
iloveosamudazai: i miss nanamin
âhow come yâer all shy? i heard what youâve been saying âbout me, yâknow,â toji mumbles. he stands tall, cracking his neck towards the left. his entire frame, he was always so handsome. you take a moment to glance up at him, his perfectly chiseled physique. he looked like he was about to head to the gym, he had on a simple wife beater with dingy grey sweats. his gaze he had towards you was purely tantalizing. â. . ah,â he inches closer towards you, bending down as you sat on the office chair, getting right up close to your face. âwhy donât you repeat that last bit for me. you fake your orgasms with this old man?â
âi didnât âŠ.â you trail off, trying to come up with some excuse. suddenly, it felt hot. you felt hot.
your heart starts to race the more he stared you down. the chat was going at a much more rapid speed, itâs like your viewer count doubled the moment toji entered. then you thoughtâmaybe this would do you some good, having him as a special guest didnât seem so bad.
he lightly grabs your chin, making you peer straight into his eyes. âi stay away from you for three days ân it seems like you forgot how to act.â
toji did have a point precisely, for the last three days you basically had the entire house to yourself. him and your father went out to some business trip, you missed him though.
of course, if you tagged along youâd be sure youâd both get caught so you just offered to watch over the house. it was as if the more time you spent with toji, the more you started to feel something.
you didnât know what it was, it was hard to put into detail, put into pure wordsâbut you knew for certain, you didnât wanna stop seeing him. it was spring break after allâŠ
âi meant what i said,â you mutter.
while returning his gaze, tojiâs eyes widen for a bit, off guard by your sudden switch of attitude. you had a bit of a plan, you decided if you played along, your sweet thousands of fans would eat it up. and they were, the repetitive high-pitch sounds of constant donations rang through your ears before you continue to speak. âi faked everything, toji.â
his eyes linger into you for a long time before he drags a thumb down your lip. âwell shit. that so?â and his voiceâit pitches a dangerous tune. you already start to feel your thighs squeeze together more tightly. âmhm,â he grunts, watching you nod your head in response. he scoffs to himself before grumbling. âmaybe i should make it more real for you then.â
with such simple words, trust and believe he does.
tojiâs way of making it more real was to simply have you ride his face, all in front of your audience too.
for some reason, you felt burning up coming to the sheer realization that literally all eyes were simply on you. a quick glance at your blue light monitor and the viewer count displayed a hefty whopping amount of 12,295. all you could think about it was the hefty bank you were about to make.
your legs quaver as tojiâs laid flat on your old bed, having you take your seat right on his face â his breath is hot as he runs his tongue alongside your inner thighs before giving you a stare. âeyes down here, not them,â he snarls, and you moan once he spanks your pre-soaked clit, your panties still attached. âthey arenât about to fuckinâ eat you out, are they?â
ânâno,â you murmur out, looking down back at him and he slowly runs a fat thumb down your slit.
oh, you were soaked alright.
a cute little damp spot between the middle part of your underwear makes an appearance and he slides his tongue all against it. heâs so slow with it all, making sure to take his time to make you pout out for him. âtoji,â you mumble, feeling your tummy sink in before you huff out a single breath. heâs still so attractive, even underneath youâa little yet nice amount of facial hair scatters near certain parts of his face. scattered specks of brief darkened hair near his sharp jaw paint his face like an empty canvas. you run a finger against his chin and he shoots you a sleazy grin. âhurry up, toji.â
dark eyes flicker back towards you before he gifts your sopping pussy a mean spank. âhurry up toji,â he mocks your tone. you melodically whimper, watching as he licks a single stripe between your covered slit. âshut the fuck up. âm gonna take my time with you since apparently you âfakeâ everything.â
you couldnât help but merely slip out a giggle, your comment really offended him in some way. obviously, you were joking thoughâyou and toji both knew he knew how to snatch multiple orgasms out of you at once. he was quite a skilled man without question, with his tongueâhis dick, literally anything.
although, you snap out of your salacious thoughts the moment you feel him latch his tongue against your folds. it took you a minute to realize your panties were already off, he practically ripped them off and he was already digging in. you whimper, hovering your weight over his face before staring at the lit up monitor.
BIGDICKKUNA: Even my domain has better camera quality than this
gojoclitoru: here sukuna goâŠ
FOXYKITTEN2940: clean up aisle my pants >.<
youâre starting to grind against his face, a hand combing through his hair before your bite your lip. toji stares at you, dragging a thumb down your puffy slit before leaning back to spit on it. he was always such a sloppy manâno shame in the world. youâd feel yourself pulsate whenever he did that, departing his lips away from your cunt before collecting a good wad of saliva to coat your folds with such a sheeny translucent color.
squelch after squelch, undeniably you were sopping. his nose briefly prods against your nub and you whine once he finally starts to actually eat you out.
âf-fuckkk.â youâd breathe, intaking a sharp breath. sudden dizziness overtook youâa thrum escapes from your sheeny lips as you rock your hips forward. it was hypnotic, the way you move against his mouth. toji looked so pretty underneath you too. his eyes, so hooded and half liddedâsuch a hungry gaze, a starved animal. he starts tantalizingly slow at first, making sure to lay the flat of his tongue against your entrance before simply digging in.
sideâtoâside, his head continues to swiftly shift and move as heâs devouring his meal, a thumb continues to strum against your slick arousal before he starts to suck, suck, suck.
candy, a perfect way to describe your taste in tojiâs humblest opinion. he could never get enough, a few long strands of his hair tickles against your thighs as he resumes his sloppy eating. âmhm. pull on it.â he says between hot breaths, and you feel a sudden fire ignite inside of you. you knew immediately he was referring to his hair. such ruffled, messy strands desperately awaiting to be tugged by your fingers.
so you doâyou take a good grab, lightly yanking him forward and he grunts.
â. . harder,â he rasps, and heâs already starting to look blissed out. eyes all glazed over, you wriggle over his face before you feel a sudden shiver overtake you. you pull harder and his face goes right against your cunt. you sloppily swipe against his nose like a credit card and he smirks at you. âthatâs what âm talking about. ride my face, girl.â
his words, his filthy vulgarly words guide you through it all.
each pulse makes you twitch even moreâeach breath that runs out your mouth feels like itâs going to be your last, especially with a tongue like tojiâs. he makes sure not to miss a drop, slurping quite everything out of you. he was a manânot necessarily a clean one, but he was never scared of a little mess. you start to coat the bottom part of his chin with your slit, itâs glistening so much.
after a while, tojiâs already drunk off of your sweetened taste. every few flicks of his tongue against your nub makes cute whimpers coo out your throat and you only tighten the grip against his hair.
âr-right there, âs good when you suck there, toji.â
âcause i know what the fuck âm doing.â he grumbles back, bringing his same thumb to slide down your slit. he repeats it again and again. smearing your own mess right back on you, only to clean it up. he was a messy man, and with a tasty pussy that you hadâyou only made him ten times messier.
he was never one to complain though, tojiâs the type to never say thank youâhe shows you how grateful he is, it involves with being between your legs.
toji fushiguroâŠ
a sleazy man without a single care in the word, maybe messing around his with best friendâs daughter slash colleague was a bit taboo. but did he careâno, was he gonna stop doing itâno, was he perhaps catching feelings for you the more time he spends with you? were you catching feelings?
. . .
unanswered questions, even if you asked yourself that question, you honestly couldnât even know how to reply. the two of you never really labeled anything, so this was just a simple spring break fling right?
once courses resume and you go back to your well prestige university your father got you into due to connections, thatâd probably be the last youâd see of him. toji fushiguro, the man youâve been screwing around with for the past almost two weeks. itâs almost safe to say that you started to get attached to his presenceâsometimes itâs like the two of you didnât even care if you got caught. there was literally a time where toji fingered you under the table during dinner.
that was . . embarrassing.
the way you were trying to withhold a conversation with your fatherâheâs just rambling you about what a boring day he had at the office and youâre over here gushing on his best friendâs fingers. you find yourself thinking about that specific moment all too wellâas well as the various other ones, him fucking you on the hood of his car, in the living room, and even the bathroomâwhich your panties ended up getting found.
oops.
âtold you to keep those fuckinâ eyes on me,â he hoarsely raspsâsnapping you out of your lewd reminiscing fantasm. his tongue, itâs swirling all against your clit as you focus your attention back towards him. with two big hands, he holds your jerky hips steadyâfeeling you rut against his mouth before he feels you pulse right in his mouth. âyeah.â he mutters, bringing two digits to prod towards your slick entrance. you whine, feeling him slowly insert them with easeâso wet, he was almost in awe at how you were dripping like a faucet. not even a faucet could compare nor describe how sodden your sweet cunt was. each lap he makes with his tongue gets more filthy, it turns into sucking before youâre practically spasming all over again.
you moan, hands still tight and rigidly tangled within his strands before you take a quick peek at your laptop. so many eyes were on youâso many more eyes now, the count was steadily doubling, the donations you were receiving made your mouth nearly water. tip after tip, your pupils turned into green dollar signs. this was probably the most viewers you had in the entirety of your little cam girl side hustle.
all thanks to toji.
youâre getting close, itâs inevitableâespecially with the way your hips continue to rock back and forth. a cute rhythm he got accustomed to, toji brings two rough hands towards the fat mounds of your ass before squeezing it. he was always a handsy man, feeling all over your body. green pools of eyes stare right at you as youâre intaking each staggering breath that escapes your spit-glossed lips. âc-close, toji,â youâd babble out, your knees almost buckleâa sudden twinge pouring into your lower abdomen before you mewl. âgonnaâcum, gonnaââ
âbaby hold it,â he says sternly, the base in his voice never failing to make you wet. he breaks his lips away for a moment before he glances at the screenâan upside down position. âhm. chat, should the pretty girl finish early?â
your heart dropsâyou knew how many trolls you had in your audience, and before you could cutely tell him to just let you climax, he hums in amusement at the incoming flood of comments.
chososbootylicker29: Petition to have Toji oiled and cheeked up
zorosballswallower: NOOOOO
anonymoususer: dad?
gojoclitoru: lol no.
and with many others the comments continue to flood.
majority of the answers being noâyou hated being edged, loathed it. especially with toji because he was so damn mean. he snickers, reading the responses upside down before you feel the two tips of his fingers shove way deep inside you. your back arches and you whine ore he holds your hips in place with a single hand. âlooks like yâer little fans want you to wait pretty girl,â and you look down at him with a cute glareâhis lips depart and his entire mouth from the very bottom of his chin was damp. even still, he looked so attractive. âcute. a glare ainât gonna change nothing though,â and a pout shortly stretched against your lips as he runs his tongue near your frantic pulsing clit. he brings a spank to it and it makes you whine. âbe a good girl ân wait a little longer.â
âi canât,â you frown out, and that only earns another sharp spank towards your folds.
âyes you fuckinâ can,â and you start to whine once he stops eating you out. it felt so warm, all of a sudden the cold air wafts against your skin and you shudder. toji loves more than anything to spank your pussy whilst staring right into your eyes. âif i tell my girl to wait, sheâs gonna wait.â
my girlâŠ
for some reason, that made your pulsing ten times worse, a plethora of butterflies arise inside your stomach and youâre still just hovering over his face.
he palpates his fingersânot his tongue to rummage all inside your cunt, you frown cutely. you wanted his tongue, not his stubby thick fingers. although, the thing you wanted most was to finish. as you grind against his face, you feel his infamous scar run against your pussy and it tickles. it tickles in such a way that it drags out a sweet crying moan from you.
âtâtoji,â you start to grow impatient. heâs just teasing you, blowing against your folds with warm breath, swiping his nose alongside your sopping entrance, anything but tasting you again. he likes seeing you like this, on the brink of tears because you got denied a climax. it started to come closer and closer until once it was finally thereâyou puff up your cheeks for a split second before moaning. âg-god, i canât hold it. âm gonna cummm.â
âwait,â he utters in a husky rasp, watching as you quaveringly hover over his faceâchin just soaked with your arousal, he licks the bottom of his lip before tittering at you. âyou finish when iâm ready.â
âf-fuck you,â you whimper, and you end up cumming anywayâheâs taken aback but it only arouses him even more. the brat, oh the brat that you were. one of the many things he liked about you, you were submissive but not entirelyâyou had a backbone, you talked back to him, you even had the nerve to roll those pretty eyes at him.
it hits you like a semi-truck.
illegal full speed, the brakes were had to step on and you feel it just strike right into you at full force. your orgasm, you scoot your hips forward against his mouth and now heâs the one glaring at you. toji laps up all of you, two fingers spreading your clit apart before he spits on it again. âyou just donât listen, huh,â and his voice was even lower than it was beforeâa rich baritone lingering underneath it. youâre riding out your climax when he lightly shoves you on the bed.
in your mind, youâre thinking . .
finally, the good part.
toji grimaces at the cute smile that goes against your lips. youâre eager just as himâ not to mention, itâs been three days since heâs touched you. âdonât get too excited, brat,â he grumbles with a scowl tugging the corners of his mouth. he plops onto the bed before staring down at you. âbend the fuck over for me. fake orgasm my ass.â
so blunt, you immensely complyâso impatient for him to just be inside of you.
the piles of donations triple by this point, and you try to take a peep at your screen before he spanks your ass. âass up, face down little girl. donât got all day.â
âsorryyy,â you giggle with a mere eye roll.
testing tojiâs patience was always so fun for you. for whatever reason, getting on his nerves really turned you on. once you finally bend over for him, two hands grab the fats of your ass and you bite your lip once he prepares to align himself. youâre facing your bright lit screen.
the comments talking more about toji than you and you pout . . . figures though. heâs hot, no wonder all the attention would be on him instead of you.
with his right hand, he wraps it around his thick length before rubbing his tip against your pre-drenched entrance. he grunts, witnessing how your pussy tries to swallow him so easilyâŠ
youâre puckering, awaiting for him to stuff you full as youâre slump right into the mattress. âbut sweetheart, yâer not sorry,â he grunts, smacking his fat tip against your slick folds. a soft mewl runs out the back of your throat before you arch just a bit more. with another spank, he snarls in a huff, ânot gonna fuck ya that easy. yâer gonna have to use those manners if you wanna get what you want.â
âhuh?â
âhuh?â he mocks, kissing your ass with another spank from his palm. âyou canât hear? speak, girl. talk âta me nice.â
glossy eyes of yours avert towards your screen, everyoneâs lusting over toji and it only fuels his ego even moreâyou easily felt yourself throb, a pout never leaving your lips before you inhale.
âplease . . â you start, feeling him softly drag a hand against your curves, your physique. his touch always had you weak, taking in every part of your frame. all his . . just for these few weeks.
âplease what?â
âplease fâfuck me,â you grumble, and youâre growing more and more irritatedâhe hums to himself, amused. each second you spend speaking, each second he could be inside of you. you and him both knew that.
toji rubs his leaky tip with a bit more pressure against your pussy, just a a little more and heâd be inside. you started to feel your mouth salivate before you start to whine. âhm,â he ponders to himself, green eyes occasionally staring at the laptop that had about hundreds of comments spamming per second. âfine. i feel like beinâ nice to you today, especially since i havenât seen my girl in a hot minute,â and again, he refers to you as his girl. it sends an unfamiliar feeling of butterflies brewing up in your stomach before he spanks you for probably the umpteenth time now. ânow, arch a liiiitle more ân stare at your fans for me, yeah.â
youâre propped on the mattress with your ass all up in the air. from your screen as you stare at it, you spot tojiâs mirroring reflection. that sly smile that slowly and gradually forms against his lips.
âlie the fuck down.â he mutters, feeling you try to sit up. you do, intaking a single breath before you feel him huff out a low puff. tojiâs eyes stare right at your ass, he takes every moment in. the way you suck him in, itâs just filthy. the saturated squelches that shortly follow afterwardâso filthy.
a six letter word to perfectly describe this entire situation.
arched over for your dadâs best friend, who would have thoughtânot you, not in a million years.
â . . . shit,â he pants, and youâre so wet. you moan, pawing at the fat silk sheets in front of you. so many flooded comments of your audience merely thirsting over toji, wishing desperately that they were in your position. ( . . quite literally . . )
and tojiâs just so fucking big.
heâs got a lofty height of inches under his belt.
metaphorically speakingâjust a single sharp thrust and youâre speechless.
the wind gets snatched out of your lungs and itâs so vigorous that your headâs spinning. this entire angle, heâs got you right where he wants youâon all fours with your ass perked up. toji canât keep his hands to himself anyway, his hands roam all over your waist before holding both hips in place. clammy hands just about stick to your skin before he starts to create a decent pace.
a slow pace â a slow pace that turns more mean.
languidly, you feel yourself leaning to his touch as he runs a hand down your spine.
toji brings one leg up to deepen the position and not even moments later, your lips part.
âtâtoji . . ah ah,â and you donât even recognize yourself. he repositions himself for a split second, making haste with his hips before sliding his feet right past your knees. with this, itâs more stimulation and you feel it all. just the right amount of pressure, his balls sharply thwack against your ass and it makes your mind cloud up with fuzz.
â. . damn,â he groans, a hand grabbing towards the back of your university hoodie. as he leans forward, dark viridescent colored pupils stare at your rear. the way it jerks and recoils against him, everytime . . itâs the best part. even more when he spanks it, deepening his hips against your cunt to earn out a cute whine or two from you. for what seemed like the millionth time, toji kisses the right cheek of your ass with various spanks. the sting has you gnawing on your lip like itâs candy, curling your toes up with a few droplets of sweat coating the bridge of your nose. âmissed this pussy, three days too fuckinâ long, brat.â
âi missed you tâ.â
âgirl hello? i wasnât talking to you.â
you frown, and it follows from a snicker from him.
â. . . so dramatic,â heâd eye roll once he hears you blow out a cute sigh. âfine, i did miss you,â and that was only a half lie. you knew in actuality, he missed whatâs between your legs. toji still remained sassy as usual, it never left and itâd always stay. heâs buried all into you, deep to the hilt that each time his angry reddened tip drives against that spot, you squeal out in sweet pleasure.
it didnât take him long to locate it, your g-spot. after a while you start to feel your pussy open, spreading wideâgaping. he was so ridiculously big, itâs leaving such question marks floating over your forehead because how can someone be this thick.
with a gruffâtoji groans, veins bulging through his veins as he yanks your hoodie forward into him. heâs lenient, at least for a good while. letting you have your fun, get drunk off his cock before he edges you a more . . . oh just maybe.
gojoclitoru: does anyone want the link to my only fans :(
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hotpeach03: Toji please Iâm a single mom
your chat continues to spate, itâs so much that as your eyes watch them all flood down the logs, you could barely read the words.
heâs so deep inside, youâre almost drooling.
the stretchâhe always leaves you so full, lips all parted and that same gaping mouth opening. pant after pant, youâre heaving heavily with your chest feeling tight and warm. âso deep,â youâd shriek, and he makes your arch lower just a bit further. heâs hitting all the right spots, not missing a single area. his dick retreats as it pulls out, then back againâtwitching all inside of your cunt, he lunges forward with his hips before making you plop on your chest. â. . . .ohmygodohmygoddd,â and you were so whiney, you still canât believe such pathetic noises slither past your damp lips. engulfed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him tight, he spanks you again . . . and again, and again.
âmiss me that bad, huh?â he starts to speak. his voice was a pitchy rasp. a gruff base hides underneath it and you can hear the grit lingering like he needs to clear his throat. nevertheless, you throb anyway as heâs jackhammering his cock right into your swollen cunt over, and over, and over. âthat why ya keep walkinâ around with these outfits? with no fuckinâ panties underneath, yeah?â
âforgot,â you whimper, shuddering once you feel toji grow playful. he trails his thumb towards your neglected puckering hole, fiddling with it just to get a reaction out of you, and he does. âs-sorry, âm sorry.â
âyou donât just forget to put panties on, slut,â he groans, and he feels himself approaching soon. itâs at the tip of his tongueâhe feels the burn arise in the lower parts of his thighs, veins contouring to bulge all throughout his body. âwonder what yâer old man would think. ya only pull this shit âcause âs just you ân me here.â
he was right.
then againâif youâd have your father here, youâd never pull a bold stunt like that.
youâd rather drop dead than save yourself the embarrassment. funny though, considering the amount of times you almost got caught.
âso . . â you mumble, and thatâs when he presses his weight right against you this time. ah, prone bone.
you were really in for it now, thickly you swallow before his weight merely hovers over your ass, really deep in you this time.
he vigorously rams his thick cock into your sweltering cunt thatâs hugging him oh so tight. heâs such a tease tooâusing every few chances he gets to poke and gingerly rub a thumb against your pulsating hole.
sweet moans die from your throat as youâre clinging onto the bedâsuch force that the springs nearly collapse from the whopping amounts of weight creating sheer impact. each thrust, it rings rapidly throughout your ears before toji groans. âfâfuck,â heâd groan, ignoring your little attempts of pure bratiness. you were at your wits end, smothering your glossed lips together before you feel his rounded cockhead mash against your most forbidden spots. spots that was so deep inside the inner areas of your cunt that it makes you mewl out in pure ecstasy. âgonna make me fill you up, princess,â he huffs out, tugging even tighter on the bottom part of your cerulean blue pull over. âsâshit,â and his gruff voice pitches time and time again. for a moment, you think you can hear toji whimper. it was real subtle though, but you heard it. loud and clearly. âgonna take it like you always do?â
âyesyesyes,â you nodâwords pouring out of your lips like a waterfall, kneading your fingers into your palms as you bawled up the bedsheets right into your hands. with hooded droopy eyes, you stare at the screen with a dumb expressionâhe then takes the opportunity to get closer, grabbing you by the hair before holding your head up in front of your thousands of viewers.
âyes what, girl.â
you whine, feeling how perfectly his dick mashed throughout your foldsâso easy for him, he was so thick that the stretch was simply immaculate.
âyesss, âm gonna take your c-cum, toji,â youâd pant, feeling your own eyes roll backwardsâyou probably looked a mess in front of your own thirteen thousand viewers, but you could care less. all that your empty brain could fathom was how you were ludicrously stuffed with his hefty cock. heâs drilling into you so good that that it almost feels like a massage. rough fingers run down your spine with one hand, another holding your head by the hair like itâs a prized possession before you whimper. âfuck me, fuck me, fuhââ
toji slaps a hand over your mouth the minute he hears something from downstairsâsure enough, it had to be your father.
shit.
he must have came home early. you remember him mentioning to you he was taking a trip to the corner store after work, probably to get some booze for him and toji to enjoy for some dumb football game.
âhoneyyy? you up there?â
you moan, almost feeling your eyelids grow heavy as heâs still holding your head up in front of your laptopâhis reflection in the screen just pounding into you at full speed.
already, youâre coating the back of his hand with nothing but your damp salivaâsuch a dirty girl, preferably his dirty girl.
maybe you were a bit delusional, no. you were very delusionalâmaybe this could go somewhere? then. again, it was no secret on how tojiâs only around to get his dick wet, a reality that you forevermore choose to ignoreâuntil youâd soon find out how that would bite you in the ass later on.
dead silenceâyouâre just muffling out mewls right into his mouth, and as if on cue, toji ends up finishing inside of you. itâs so much, velvety ropes of hot nut that fill the very insides of your pussy, shooting straight into your womb that your tummy flutters. itâs so much to where it spews out of your hole, heâs gotta poke his thumb in and swipe some out with the way it continues to leak. itâs so dirty, then againâtoji fushiguro was a dirty man, the dirtiest.
âare ya gonna reply ân let yâer old man know youâre getting off his best friendâs cock or . . ?â
his words, such a tease that heâs still slowly pumping into you. gradually but slow, he plugs into your wallsâseeping with cum that oozes out of your folds and you stare at the screen with a cute cock-drunken expression. âmmph,â was your reply, the only reply you could formulate since his big hand almost covered your entire face. so you give him a concise nod, hooded eyes feeling dry from staring at the screen for so many amount of minutes.
eventually, your father leaves and returns back to what he was doing . . . phew.
âthatâs right,â he whispers in a low risquĂ© tone, bringing a kiss towards the left part of your neck.
so tenderâyouâre gathering the strength to sit up but you end up slumping forward. with a pathetic, âoofâ you land on your chest, your own climax at the very edge. itâs cute because you end up finishing around the same timeâyour chest feels heavy, lungs tightly collapsing and all. the perfect way to describe your orgasm was a bombâa bomb that was ticking and ticking, preparing to detonate before it finally does. instead, the destruction was you squirting, all over tojiâs dick that stuffed you full. heâs so close up to your ear, hot breath fanning against your earlobe before he continues to speak. â. . oh, yâer fuckinâ dumb right now, arenât ya. can barely speak.â and he removes his hand to where a trail of your spit departs. so lewd, youâre spasming from your recent release before with a quick glanceâyou stare at your monitor. you surpassed your tip goal by a huge milestone, yet like toji saidâyou were too dumb to even process let alone acknowledge it.
âtâtoji,â you whimper, feeling the remnants of his sweet and savory seed pour down the crevices of your thighs. it was sticky, sticking to your skin like glue, sweltering of its entirety.
âcome here, princess.â
it surprised you. for once, he was being . . . soft.
you reach backwards, closing your laptop before leaning right into toji. you moan, feeling his beefy ripped arms wrap around you, bringing you right into his embrace. bulky arms go around your waist and he pulls you into a sloppily heated kiss.
simultaneously, your heart skips a few beatsâa few, probably an understatement. he tastes sweet, you could make out a brief tang of liquor on his tongueâa taste you didnât want to ever forget. as your tongue rummages against his, you moan once he gets a bit handsy, a hand going right between your legs to feel the mess he made. the mess you made yourself also.
breathy pants could be heard from your lips as you press your dampish perspiring hands all on his bare chest. heâs wearing a somewhat of a formal shirt â you tug on his collar, yearning for him to come closer, to touch you more, hold you more. something, whatever it was was just brewing up inside of the very depths, the very pits of your stomach.
toji groans, the warmth of his breath wafting against yours before he pulls you away to get a good glimpse of you. a big hand holds your waist, and his eyes peer into you for a long time before as if he hesitatesâhe kisses the top of your forehead, only to stare away with a scowl.
â. . . toji,â you murmur, and by this point you werenât speaking with your brainâmore so with your heart. it was apparent, especially with the way your droopy hooded eyes suddenly soften the moment you speak out the two syllables in his name.
âlet me speak first.â he grouses, a thumb stringing alongside your back, gently strumming against your skin. with the way you gazed at him, making him lie back before aligning yourself, it was clear as day that you wanted more of him. he leans back, long strands of black hair run down his face with his legs sprawled before he prepares to finish.
you straddle him, sitting flat on his lap and heâs so warmâheâs a bit flustered, flaccid from his release and of course a bit sensitive. itâs quite rare to see toji in such a . . . vulnerable state. perhaps you soften him in a few ways or less. at least, thatâs what youâd like to think.
it takes him a long time to formulate the words, itâs as if his tongue was tiedâweird for him considering itâs toji, heâs always direct and blunt.
and yet for once, you have him speechless.
toji lets off a irritated sigh before while what seems like forever, he mutters out a gruff, âshit. i . . i think âm in love with you.â
â . . . â
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Where he would propose and how it happens [Genshin Men]
Warnings: havenât written in a while please excuse and tell me about pronoun slips, Iâm sleep deprived, not proofread (this will be my fixed disclaimer as a writing parent, haha)
Notes: All of these were captured by me in game. I just felt like exploring the beauty of Genshin more and this was a great way to do it while mixing it with writing. Note that you may not agree with some of these, and that's totally fine, these are my thoughts and ideas :)
Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader
Aether
Aether is a simple man, and though he plans his proposal he doesn't really think much of the place, somewhere where the two of you frequent, maybe on your daily/nightly walks.
It happens just as the two of you are about to go back, this is where you sit and relax for a while as the sun sets. You can see Mondstadt in the distance and the beautiful orange sky.
As you're about to turn and walk away he catches your wrist and pulls you back into the middle of those tiny pink flowers.
Now that he thinks about it... This is where his journey really started: Starfell Lake, and how perfect would it be to start a new one with you?
"Y/N, I...want you to stay. I mean, forever," the words are simple but it gets across.
Albedo
Also a simple person. You might think Dragonspine when you think Albedo and I agree that all that snow could be romantic but I went for Starsnatch Cliff. It's a good place to see Mondstadt, and he takes you there after the sun has set.
He would probably comment about how you can see a lot of things from here, and how the world is such a great, vast place, full of things to explore and discover.
"...and yet I find myself thinking... how all that I want is right next to me. Would you do me the honour of being my lifelong partner?"
Alhaitham
Something's up and you can tell, this isn't your usual route home, and honestly you've never stopped in these parts of the city. You've passed by it sure, but never with Alhaitham.
You ask him where the two of you are going and if there are some extra errands to run before going home. He only shakes his head and ends up leading you over right next to the glowing Padisarah flower.
He HAS planned this, so why does it feel like he hasn't? Even has a ring in his pocket (granted it is the SIMPLEST ring one could ever imagine, that's just how he is)
Ends up just taking the ring box out and showing it to you while trying to speak "I..." doesn't speak much of his emotions so has a hard time, but feels pathetic afterwards so meets your eyes straight on. "...A promise... That what I feel for you... is everlasting,"
Ayato
That small shrine/garden/sitting area just outside the Kamisato Estate. It's just a bit more private than the sitting area INSIDE the estate.
You wouldn't think anything of it because you do hang out here from time to time.
Ayato might seem like a grand person but in the end he doesn't want to stray far from home.
"I'm...sorry if this is a bit abrupt," fishes out a ring box from his long sleeve. "I've been meaning to ask for a while now, will you share your life with me as my beloved?"
Baizhu
That nice little hill just outside of Bubu Pharmacy, where you can find Glaze Lilies strewn about and the night view is quite nice. It's a place the two of you go just to get some quick, fresh air if Baizhu isn't feeling too well. Changsheng is left at the pharmacy from time to time, this is one of those times.
"I've been thinking...how precious time really is," he looks at you with tenderness in his eyes, yet a lot of uncertainty shrouded in them. "I don't know where this road will lead me... but you alone are my lifelong remedy. Would you accompany me on this journey?"
Cyno
Cyno often comes here to watch the sun set, since he was a student, but he does think it's more beautiful at night.
The two of you are leaning over the railway and looking at Sumeru, just talking about the day.
Cyno doesn't really plan it. He seems to be the type to but when he feels that it's the right time, specially when he feels it strongly, there's no better time than the present.
It's while he's watching you talk enthusiastically about your day, that there's a sudden twist in his heart. This is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
"Y/N--" he cuts you off successfully, wonder in his eyes. "What do you say to being intertwined for life?"
Dainsleif
Anywhere where there is an unobstructed view of the stars and night sky, but particularly at the hill of Cape Oath, where the two of you lie side by side on the grass, staring up at the stars.
At this point the two of you have been travelling together for a while, looking for answers to his curse. To Dainsleif, the two of you are pretty much married already, but just to confirm it, every night, he asks "Is this the path that you choose? To bind your fate with mine?"
And every night, like a promise, you say yes.
Diluc
Diluc doesn't stray far from home too. He prefers to stay close to his memories, no matter how painful they are.
He HAS planned it, but ends up proposing at an unexpected time.
It's when he's on the road home and you're waiting right by the lamp post for him. It's late. Later than usual and here you are worrying about how it's a cold night and that he should've worn more.
It's at that moment that it hits him, "Y/N, the thought of being separated...it's not something I'd want to imagine" he grips your hand tightly. "...For the rest of my life, it's you that I want to spend it with,"
Doesn't even have the planned ring on him and apologizes about the word vomit he just did. He was just overcome with emotions right then and there.
Gorou
That small spot next to Bourou Village. Watatsumi Island is beautiful in general, but Gorou knows the good spots.
Is nervous but tries not to show it, but you can totally tell because he's way too stiff.
"Wh-What do you mean? Nothing's wrong!" When asked if everything's fine.
When standing at this spot though, his nervousness seems to go away and for a minute everything is normal until... "H-Hey, Y/N, so..." you look at him and he's fumbling with his hands, unable to meet your gaze. "Y-You, and I--We've been...You know--"
Seems to panic. He is SO uncool right now. Closes his eyes and just blurts it out when he realizes this isn't working out "With all my heart, will you marry me?!"
Heizou
Little secret garden just next to Inazuma city. Quiet place yet you can hear a bit of the hustle and bustle in the city.
Heizou is the type to get on one knee and confidently, directly say it.
He's planned it, and gets you right in the middle of the bridge (has probably asked someone to take a photo as well)
"Y/N, beloved," grins "would you unravel the mysteries of life with me?" (thinks it was such a cool line, then hands you the ring in a box)
Itto
Does not think about it nor plans it. Just happens and it happens because he talks about it casually. You can't really tell if he's serious.
He has this conversation with you in Chinjuu Forest, which is a naturally beautiful place, but he's really only there with you to look for onikabuto.
"You know, it'd be really cool if we could keep doing this huh?"
You ask what he means cause you don't really have any idea. You guys have been doing this for ages. Why would it stop now, is what you think.
"I mean, like, you know, forever," he says this while looking under a rock. "Like if we were just onikabuto fightin' partners forever, get it?"
You stall for a moment and wonder if he knows what he's saying, and you ask if he specifically means he just wants you as an onikabuto fighting partner.
"Oh, well, yea it's ONE of the things I like about you, but I like your kisses too. Hehe," scratches the back of his head then looks like he gets a bright idea. "Oh hey that's an idea! How 'bout we just become partners for life, Y/N?"
Yeah, that's how it happens.
Kaeya
Kaeya keeps it simple, but also romantic. He gets that spot above the gate of Mondstadt, where you can see Barbatos' statue from a distance. He knows how much you love the city and he has a special place in his heart for it too.
The two of you pretty much keep each other warm up there, with him behind you and his arms wrapped around your shoulders.
At some point, as the two of you have been talking for ages and when the perfect silence descends, he leans into your ear and asks you to close your eyes. When you do, you feel him slip something onto your ring finger as he says "A thousand words wouldn't be enough to tell you how I really feel...Would you want to create a thousand and more memories together instead?"
Kaveh
Kaveh thinks its only appropriate to propose at his masterpiece, but he thinks you're even more of a masterpiece than anything he's made or encountered before.
Plus the place just holds a lot of meaning and memories for him. It's beautiful too and you've always said that you're proud of him for completing it.
His is a pretty simple proposal. "I've always thought that something's been missing in my life...I think I've figured out that it's you, Y/N. It's only going to be you,"
Kazuha
Inazuma holds a lot of memories for Kazuha, some that are rather unpleasant. But home is still home and perhaps he wanted to create more good memories there.
Truth be told he could have proposed to you anywhere, and I don't think he had really planned it. It was just something heartfelt that he wanted to say as he sees you climbing up the stairs to the shrine. The sunlight hitting you perfectly and the sakura blossoms just cascading around your form. It's perfect, he thought.
You're a few steps further up from him and it makes him look up at you the slightest bit. With a shine in his eyes and a smile on his face he asks, quite sincerely "Have you ever felt like home was right next to you, Y/N?"
and before you could answer he answers his own question first. "I have, despite the storms and catastrophes I've gone through...Y/N, you're the home that my heart forever needs,"
Lyney
Lyney plans it, but doesn't do it in a grand way. He just wants it to be sincere and special. He thinks this place is cute, what with the little sort of gazebo with a small sitting space to just sit and drink tea.
He proposes to you as the two of you sit, you've never been here before and wonder why the two of you are out here, actually.
"Oh, is it strange? Haha, I just wanted a bit of a change," Rubs the back of his neck and starts to feel nervous.
You explain that you're not complaining, just curious, but you like it!
"Oh, that's a relief. I'm...Uh..." sort of fumbles with something in his coat, really funny seeing as he's a magician and is supposed to be nimble with his fingers. Recovers quite fast and manages to do his classic "flower-behind-your-ear" trick and hands it over to you.
He does the same trick, but this time takes a ring out. "Y/N, you complete me in ways words can't express...will you..." gulps before he continues "marry me?"
Neuvillette
Seems very posh but prefers to keep it simple. He thinks its more special rather than making a super grand gesture. He could of easily proposed in front of the Opera Epiclese, but instead did it at one of the small fountains in Marcotte Station.
The two of you are out on a nightly stroll and this is just where the two of you ended up.
Clears his throat before starting, takes your hand in his, but its his eyes that really do the talking. "I may not be the best in expressing my deepest thoughts and emotions...but there is one single thing that I am quite sure about," he stalls here and seems to look into your soul.
"And it's you, my love. As I take my next steps into this life I lead, I would be honoured if I take them with you by my side,"
Scaramouche
Has it on his mind but doesn't particularly plans when or where he's going to say it. Just knows that he wants to.
While out on an assignment the two of you pass by Mawtiyima Forest. You've always thought it looked like such a magical place. You request to sit on a hill for a bit before moving on.
Scaramouche, as usual, grumbles about this but relents and ends up plopping next to you as well. Truth be told he also liked this particular forest and how quiet yet vibrant it was.
No words are exchanged for a while, just the two of you looking at the view. Scaramouche sneaks a glance at you and you have that stupid, wide eyed look on your face, the glowing blue mushrooms reflecting off of your eyes.
He secretly thinks its cute.
He shows that by aggressively saying. "I don't know what you had in mind when you agreed to come with me, but you're stuck with me till the end now, got it?"
Yes. That's pretty much his proposal.
Tartaglia
Is one who would take you on a vacation off on an isolated, quaint and cute island like Petrichor with wonderful views of Fontaine's waterfalls.
Is the type to get down on one knee while this beautiful background is in sight. Totally plans it and is the cliche, basic proposal. Would totally love the townspeople to clap and cheer while this is happening too.
"Y/N, every day spent with you is a treasure, and I want it to continue for the rest of my life, will you marry me?"
Thoma
Has planned it. Makes sure you have a good time beforehand, probably at some festival and it's when the two of you are winding down, sitting on that rock with the lamp on it that he asks.
"Isn't it magical?" he asks as a starter and you ask what exactly he's talking about. "How it's always a good time and how easy life seems when I'm with you,"
You tell him that's because he always takes good care of you and he laughs heartily at that. "I'm glad to hear it," kisses your forehead and smiles down at you.
"Every day, Y/N, I just fall deeper in love with you...Do you think, maybe, we could spend our whole lives together?"
Tighnari
Plans it and is calm about it. Has everything under control. He chose Pardis Dhyai specifically for its aesthetics and specifically the inside in case it rains. (He doesn't want you to get wet as he proposes, but also doesn't want his ears and tail wet as it happens.)
Clears his throat before he starts, doesn't have a ring because he just doesn't seem the type, for him its more of a pact.
"Rather than talk about emotions alone, I'd want to highlight that you've been quite the mind-stimulating study partner," coughs into his hand "but of course, that's only one aspect of you that I like...it's safe to say that I like you enough to propose the pact of marriage...would that be alright with you?"
Venti
Where else would he think was a good place to propose? Of course he would do it here.
No roundabout way of saying it. Confident in all aspects, partly because he's a God but partly because...what has he got to lose, really?
Doesn't really propose marriage cause...he's not a mortal. Forever might be a thing for him but maybe not for you.
"It's been a while since I've felt really at ease with someone, you know?"
You jokingly say he seems to be at ease with everyone, specially after a few bottles of wine. He laughs out loud at that, and remarks back that no one can make him laugh the way you do.
"It's blossomed into something more beautiful than I thought it would be, Y/N. You, me, and us. Can we stay like this till the end?"
Wriothesley
Has planned it and has stuck to his plan. At a little vacation home at the Southeast of the Beryl Region. The two of you spent a few days relaxing there, under the guise that Wriothesley needed a break.
On the last day he surprised you by revealing that he had asked your family and friends, both from faraway regions and nearby towns to come and celebrate with the two of you.
Celebrate what, you ask.
That's when he gets down on one knee and pops the question "You know, I could still be mistaken," he grins at this but is clearly joking. "but I don't think I am and seeing as you've put up with me, Y/N, I think it's safe to say you're my forever person,"
It was days after when you realize how confident he is of this whole thing when you think about the fact that he had pre planned to invite all your friends and family over to "celebrate"
Xiao
Also a person who doesn't stray far from home. The rooftop of Wangshu Inn is actually quite romantic on quiet nights, with a view of Liyue and a gentle breeze.
To Xiao, marriage isn't really about a ring and signing papers. It's a contract and a promise to each other.
On one of the nights, he just thinks it's the right time to say it.
He's more quiet than usual and you ask if something's wrong.
He pauses for a while before answering. "...Apologies, there's a lot on my mind..."
Xiao has become a lot more open with you through the years.
"...I... just wanted to propose the prospect of being...binded together," you ask what that means cause you're not really familiar, you end up asking if that's the same as marriage.
"M-Marriage? Uh... Yes... I suppose that's what mortals call it... but being binded together is more..." stops talking and gets red in the face. "Let's... just leave it at that,"
I like to think that the process of binding is just that your souls are entwined together...So when one of you passes, you still remember them in your next life, type of thing. Cause if you're a mortal, chances are, you'll die earlier than Xiao. Anyhow, that's a completely different story.
Zhongli
Zhongli prefers the quiet and the nature. This is probably part of your occasional stroll when the two of you need some quiet time.
Zhongli, with how long he has lived, also doesn't see marriage as the normal get-down-on-one-knee-with-a-ring-thing, but for him, it's a contract. It's more binding than anything in the world.
"Y/N, we've walked this path countless of times before," he starts as the two of you continue to stroll. You reply saying that you like this particular area where the bamboos are.
"Is that so?" suddenly stops and looks at you. "In that case, would you care to listen to a proposal I have?"
Clears his throat when you give the approval. "As I've said, we've walked this path countless of times before..." he takes your hand in his "but for me, who has lived longer than you, I've traversed this path for even more times," he closes his eyes. "Yet, with you by my side, this path changes. It transforms into something resplendent. As if...every time had been the first time I've walked through it. It is with you, Y/N, that I discover life anew, despite the thousands of years I've lived. Would you consider forming a contract of lifelong partnership with me, and only me?"
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Ruined!
Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. Youâve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.
Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.
Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.
Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game âverse
Surely he was hurting you now.
Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.
At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itselfâkeep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age wouldâve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.
He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.
Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:
ââSâit too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?â
Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.
Crying, too.
Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.
âYou kiddinâ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.â
Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like theseâor when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you upâbut when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.
Joelâs guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.
Almost.
He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.
Almost.
âYou know I canât sleep without your cum inside me.â
And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Miloâs tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.
âYou do wanna fill me up, donât you, daddy?â you teased.
Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.
Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.
He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.
âSON OF Aââ
ââgood girl.â
You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this manâs dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.
âOh, sweet pea, I didnât mean to make you cry.â
Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.
âMmrooonme,â you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.
âWhatâsâat, honey? Canât hear ya.â
Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew heâd be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.
âYouâ ruined me,â you repeated. Now clear as ever.
Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,
âRuined? Pussy feels just fine tâme.â
Youâd kill him if he wasnât so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.
âNo. Ruined me. For anyone else.â
Probably forever.
âGood.â
You knew he liked it that way.
You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.
First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.
âShit,â you whimpered.
Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.
âJust a little more, sugarâthatâs it,â he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.
Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over themâlacing his fingers through your ownâand his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.
âYou ruined me too, yâknow,â he mumbled into your skin.
His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.
And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.
âCâmonâ let daddy have it,â he growled, âLet daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?â
It was.
More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joelâs lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.
He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, âDaddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.â
Maybe ruined wasnât such a bad thing to be at all.
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Bringing another girl home || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: Rafe pranking his family by saying heâs bringing another girl home đ«ą
Warnings: mentions of drugs, fluff? other than that nothing!!
Word count: 877
A/n: hehehe loved this. does anyone have any dad!rafe requests??? havenât wrote one in a hot min
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âThatâs so cruel, Rafe,â you say with a playful edge, delivering a light slap to his shoulder. He bursts into laughter, his wide grin never wavering. âItâll be funny, youâve got to admit,â he says, nudging you with a glint of mischief in his eye. You roll your eyes, trying to keep a straight face. âFine, it would be pretty funny,â you concede, chuckling despite yourself.
Rafeâs plan to prank his family by claiming heâs bringing home a girlâwho isnât you, his girlfriend of four yearsâsounds completely bonkers. Yet, the thought of how Rafeâs family will react had you intrigued. You lean over to set your glass down, asking, âAre they all home?â
Rafe hums thoughtfully, scrolling through his contacts until he finds Roseâs number. You sit up, facing him as he tries to hide his grin, pressing the call button. After a few rings, Rose answers, âHello?â
âHey Rose, whatâs up?â Rafe says with a casual tone. âJust got back from picking up Wheezie. Are you guys out on the water yet?â Rose asks. You exchange a nervous glance with Rafe, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.
âYeah, yeah, weâre out here. Y/nâs just taking a nap right now,â Rafe replies smoothly, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Roseâs tone shifts to one of concern. âShe did seem tired today. Have you told her to take it easy with work? I know sheâs been working hard for her bossââ
âYeah, yeah, listen,â Rafe interrupts, âCould you do me a favor and take Y/nâs stuff out of my room?âYou slap your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter. âWhat?â Roseâs voice is tinged with confusion. âWhat do you meanââ
âWell, at least the stuff lying around and the pictures,â Rafe continues, muting himself briefly as he suppresses his laughter. Roseâs confusion turns to frustration. âRafe, what are you talking about? Take Y/nâs things out of your room and get rid of the picturesâwhatâs going on?â
You hear rustling in the background and a faint voice that you recognize as Wheezieâs. âWhat happened?â Wheezieâs voice is concerned. âYour brother is acting very strange right now,â Rose responds, her voice growing more exasperated.
âWhy on earth would I do that?â Roseâs tone is incredulous. âIâm bringing a girl over,â Rafe says nonchalantly, and you struggle to keep a straight face. There a brief pause on the other line.
âWhat girl? I hope this girl is Y/n, your girlfriend, Rafe!â Rose speaks up, her voice now angry. You hear Sarahâs voice join the conversation. âWhat is going on?â
âYour sisters are here. Tell them what you just told me to do,â Rose says, her frustration evident. You and Rafe exchange worried glances, realizing the prank is escalating.
âUh, I want all of Y/nâs things out of my room and the pictures as well,â Rafe repeats. The silence on the other end is thick with disbelief. You quickly take Rafeâs phone and mute it, both of you breaking into laughter.
âWhat the hell, Rafe? Who is this girl? Do I know her? Why are you bringing her home? Are you out of your mind?â Sarahâs barrage of questions makes it hard for you to keep a straight face.
âThis has to be a joke, right? Y/nâs right beside you, isnât she?â Wheezieâs voice is tinged with suspicion.âSheâs not, sheâs asleep,â Rafe replies. You hear a flurry of voices in the background as Rose, Wheezie, and Sarah talk urgently.
Then Wheezieâs voice rises, âDad! Come here and tell your son heâs an absolute idiot and loser for cheating on Y/n.â Your eyes widen at the mention of Ward. âWhat?â His voice is loud and filled with anger as he joins the call.
âRafe, please tell me your sister is just joking and youâre not about to fuck up your life,â Wardâs stern voice cuts through. You grab the phone again, muting it. âThis is going too far, Rafe,â you say, worry creeping into your voice. Rafe snatches the phone back, a mischievous grin on his face.
âWhat do you mean? Itâs just getting started,â he says, unmuting the phone. âNo, theyâre not, Dad. Iâm being serious. Can you guys just do this for me? Sheâll be over for dinner too,â Rafe continues, as Rose gasps in the background.
âNo way in hell am I lettingââ Rose begins, but Ward cuts her off. âSon, you better think long and hard about this because you will not be welcomed home, alright? I donât know what drugs you are on right now and I couldnât give two shits about it, but you are not bringing another girl over here other than Y/n, youâre girlfriend, for heavenâs sake! Do you understand?â Wardâs voice is stern and unwavering.
You and Rafe are taken aback slightly by the intensity of the reactions on the other end of the line. Realising the prank might have gone too far, you quickly grab the phone.
âUhââ you cut Rafe off, your voice steadying as you say, âGuys, heâs just kidding! Iâm right here beside him!â The relief is palpable as you hear them all collectively sigh on the other end.
After a few more minutes of the Camerons giving you both a hard time about how the joke was way out of line, you finally hang up the phone. Rafe pulls you close, guiding you to lean against his chest. His arms envelop you in a warm, reassuring hug.
âMy family just loves you, donât they?â he says with a smirk, his voice full of playful sarcasm. You look up at him, laughing softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the love from his family. Even with all the chaos, you canât help but feel good knowing they care so much about you.
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do you write for mr scarletella? :) if so, may i request jealous scarlet who makes attempts to get closer to reader (court them) after seeing how close they are to mr crawling
persistence is key
That creepy smile grows on his face. "You like me," he says like itâs a fact. âWhat the- what?â You share a glance with Mr. Crawling. âYou slow in head?â
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Ëâź yeah idk, lowkey some enemies to (potential) lovers, i have no idea how to characterise mr scarletella, but i tried my best and then i kinda got a little too invested in trying to spin the fic the way i wanted and wrote a little more than usual... sorry if ur disappointed, i tried to keep the whole courting/jealous thing subtle but still kinda there >w<
warnings. canon typical violence >w<
Youâre not sure when you met the man in red, but you know heâs stalking you now. And itâs getting seriously old. Unlike the ghosts and monsters youâve had the pleasure of meeting, this one doesnât know how to take a hint.
Your first unofficial encounter with him is something that sent shivers down your spine, tucked away under Mr. Crawlingâs arm and clutching onto his kimono for dear life. The second encounter was much worse- separated from your other worldly protector and left running down an almost comically long and creepy hallway where he just magically appears in front of you.Â
You donât even think twice before you smash the crowbar into his form with all your strength, but it was futile the way he flickered? in front of your own eyes and left a weird moist residue on your weapon. You scowled, and rudely pointed a finger at him- âWhat the hellâs your problem, dude?â
In response, he leaned in close- so close that your nose nearly touched his. The tilt of his scarlet umbrella cast a dark shadow over you, and as he peered down, one black eye appeared from behind his hair, locking onto you with a soul-piercing stare. You felt stripped bare under that gaze, vulnerable and exposed, like he was seeing straight into your core, uncovering forgotten memories, pieces of yourself even you couldnât remember. He smiledâa slow, unsettling curl of his lips that chilled you to your bonesâand said something you didnât understand. It sounded like a question, maybe, though you couldnât be sure. You didnât care. You spat out a few choice words and swung again, hard.
At least for a while, he left you alone.
Has it been days, weeks, or even months since youâve got here? It was difficult to keep track, and it was difficult to even care anymore. The place was, without a doubt, growing on you by the day. Even if it was filled with hostile creatures that wanted to eat you sometimes, and when your skin started to get discoloured and you had the inhuman itch that just could never be satisfied- it wasnât that bad! Hell, you even made a few friends and claimed a comfortable bed in some random room you found.
However, just as you finally started settling into the place, you had your third encounter with Mr. Scarletella.
It started with a dream- from before you came to this world. That man in red⊠A test of courage, your friends called it- spending a night in those so-called âGhost Apartments.â Your friends hadnât known it then, but you were quite familiar with the building for reasons, and set yourself up in a cosy corner and the night was supposed to sail smoothly.
A rumour had surfaced- a tale of a ruin that appears only on rainy days, where youâre warned never to give your name to the figure youâll meet there. That figure, they said, would take your soul. At the end of a dim hallway, standing silently under a scarlet umbrella, he was waiting. The man in red, eyes hidden beneath his hair. He was watching you. Or was he? Somehow you could feel his stare even if you couldnât see it.Â
You woke up, heart pounding, muttering a string of curses. You groan, rubbing a hand down your face. The discoloration of your skin hadnât gotten any worse, but it hadnât gotten better, either. The longer you stayed here, the more the place left its mark. As long as you remained relatively human, and the only thing this place took from you was your memory, you werenât too fussed. How could you possibly miss something from the other world when all you could remember was smashing a crowbar into someoneâs head?
You swing your legs over the bed, feet touching the cold ground. The chill sent a jolt up your spine, and it was almost too tempting to get back under the cosy, warm sheets. You stretch your arms above your head, bones cracking and popping into place and mumble a hazy âGood morningâ to Mr. Crawling that should have been in the other bed. Silence wasnât something you were used to around him- and you whip around so fast that you gave yourself whiplash.
Cursing, you grab your crowbar and stumble out of the room with a hand rubbing your tender neck. You didnât need to look far- you could see Mr. Crawling at the end of the hallway.
And Mr. Scarletella.Â
The man in red was bent over to be face to face with Mr. Crawling, all-too-familiar sinister smirk on his face. Mr. Crawling didnât look so happy either, and they seemed to be having an argument. You stomp your feet as you make your way over to the two, hand tightening on your crowbar as you ready yourself to fight literal static if it meant leaving your best friend in here alone.
âYou,â you scowl, pointing your weapon at him. âYou problem?â
Mr. Crawling scurries to your side, a hand gripping onto your clothes. âDangerous⊠should get away!â he urges, tugging.Â
You shush him with a pat on his head with your free hand and continue to glare at that menace.Â
âYou like them?â is the only thing Mr. Scarletella asks with a tilt of his head, smile seemingly disappearing into thin air.
Glancing at Mr. Crawling, his face covered in worry- you feel the familiar itch of your skin. You take a breath, going through all the reasons why you canât actually kill Mr. Scarletella, and loosen the grip on your crowbar. From what you can sense right now, heâs not actually that much of a threat. Just a nuisance that canât seem to leave you alone.Â
âThem friend,â you reply, deadpan. What type of question was that anyway? This guy was a freak.Â
That creepy smile grows on his face. "You like me," he says like itâs a fact.
âWhat the- what?â You share a glance with Mr. Crawling. You turn back to Mr. Scarletella. âYou slow in head?â
The smile on Mr. Scarletellaâs face falters just for a moment, but it quickly returns, more chilling than before. He stands there, towering above you. Despite your snarky comment, he doesnât look offended- no, itâs almost as if heâs intrigued by your resistance.
You tighten your hold on the crowbar. âYou problem.â You frown. âGo away.â
Instead, his grin deepens, his head tilting at such an unnatural angle that you can feel your stomach churn. Itâs as though heâs studying you, savouring every little bit of your discomfort. Surely, turning your head at that angle is gonna hurt⊠You audibly gulp.
âProblem later,â Mr. Scarletella says, and with an unsettling flicker, heâs gone.Â
The next time you saw him after that was in less tense circumstances. It was unsettling after whatever that was with his coy little âProblem laterâ, you werenât going to worry too much about it for the time being. You decided youâll worry about it when the problem occurs, which probably wasnât the smartest of ideas you had.Â
The earth shakes, and youâre completely cut off from Mr. Crawling. Wandering down hallways, resting in random rooms- you never really felt alone. You turn a corner, dizziness growing by the minute, and pause.
âYou again,â you sigh. You donât even bother lifting your crowbar at him. âWhat do you want?â
He appears directly in front of you, causing you to stumble back a few steps at just how tall he is. He bends down to your eye level, umbrella covering both of you once again. âGive name?â he asks.Â
âNo. Go away.â
âGive name. Teach.â
âGo away!â
âTeach name.â
âFine! My nameâs⊠you pause. You didnât actually have to give him your real name, did you? â...Silvair, or something.â
He gets closer to your face. You take another few steps back, but not before you get the smell of blood and dampness off of him. It takes all the willpower in your body to not scrunch your face up.Â
âWrong name.â
âSo what? Itâs a name.â You scoff. Mr. Scarletella is silent, eerily so, and you can feel his piercing gaze stare through you once more. You awkwardly avoid eye contact, and clear your throat. âIâm⊠gonna go now, okay?â You turn on your feet and only make it a few steps.
âYou teach them name?â
Them? Mr. Crawling? That guy doesnât even understand the concept of his own name! The scowl feels as if itâs permanently etched onto your face. You whip around, pointing another disapproving finger into his red raincoat. It feels fuzzy⊠and wet. It grosses you out, almost. More than Mr. Gapâs greasy hair.
âNo,â you hiss. âI donât even remember my own name.â He stares, silently. âMe,â you point to yourself, ânot know name.â
â...Not know name?â he echoes. What you said has him lost, you could see that.Â
Just like that, heâs gone again. You donât see him for a few more days, nor do you find Mr. Crawling. You spend your time aimlessly wandering, knowing eventually youâll most likely find someone you know in a friendly manner, and not pondering if every ghost you come across is a friend or a foe.Â
You awake promptly to a sound of a chainsaw revving. As if it was a morning routine, you stumble to your feet, grasping for your crowbar that should have, without a doubt, been next to you⊠only to grasp at air. Okay, now you are starting to feel a little panic.
Through trial and error, you knew that whatever wound you receive will heal, with time- but it doesnât mean you were looking forward to being maimed to shreds with a chainsaw!Â
âHehe.â
You froze, heart racing, and slowly turn around. There that wretched little being was- the stupid little fucker in the goat costume. The âHooded Childâ, the thing was termed. In itâs stupid little fucking hands, it held you handy-dandy crowbar thatâs been with you thick and thin. Your stomach churns.Â
You gulp and face back towards the open doorway- a long black abyss, stretching on and on, with only the haunting bounce of that chainsaw, crawling along the walls. That chainsaw that was about to mince you in a matter of seconds. That chainsaw that was approaching you rapidly.
Frantically, you grab the nearest thing you could reach for. A metal chair. You wince. Probably not the best thing you couldâve grabbed, but itâll have to do. Itâs a matter of- well, technically life or life, but still! You could feel the sweat on your palms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your heart hammering through your ribcage.Â
You lift the chair above your head as the monster comes into view- a tall, masked being in a strapless floor length black dress⊠wait, why was she dressed so sexy? Your surprise leads you to hesitate as she rushes at you with her machine. You let out a yelp as you whack the chair down in front of you, metal clanging echoing throughout the room.
Complete silence. Not even the sound of that chainsaw. Not even the sound of metal. Â
âHuh?â You blink, once, twice, thrice at the sliced up body of that creature, blood splatter on your clothes. There was blood even on the ceiling, too⊠You drop the chair in utter confusion. âWhat the hell?â
âHelp you.â
âYou again!â You spin on your feet, meeting the dull eyes of Mr. Scarletella. Youâre about to huff and puff this guy into next week, but pause. You leave your accusing finger down by your side. This guy just saved you from that thing. You avert your eyes and scuff your feet against the ground with a cough into your fist. âUhm⊠Thank you.â
Wow, this guy really has an intense stare⊠Way to make things unnecessarily intense and awkward.Â
âProtect you,â he says. âYou like me?â
âTake me out to dinner first, man!â you exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest. âNot like. You not bad. Not good. You okay.â
Mr. Scarletella dons an out of place frown that even makes you feel a little uneasy. âThem protect you. You like them.â
âThem friend,â you stress, finally meeting his gaze once more. You kind of regret it. This guy doesnât blink. âYouâŠâ Weird? Off-putting? Freaky? â...unsafe.â
âMe safe. Protect you. Help you.âÂ
You sigh. âUnsafe to friend.â
He just stands there, holding that stupid umbrella, with that unblinking stare. You blink at him and squint your eyes. His facial expression doesnât change. Completely unfazed. You canât even tell if heâs confused, or upset, or whatever he could possibly be. Your breath hitches as his unsettlingly familiar smile returns.
He tilts his head. âMe good. Me show you.â
Then heâs gone again. You can finally breathe. Your heart is still pumping. You slide against the wall, landing on the ground and resting your head against your knees. You clutch at your raincoat with shaking fists.Â
Mr. Scarletella - you knew he was meant to be dangerous, but he just saved you a whole lot of pain. Even if he was still a threat to Mr. Crawling, and hounds you for your name, asks you weird questions, could he honestly be as bad as you originally thought he was? You canât deny that he did save you⊠but his presence is more dangerous than comforting. Heâs both a threat and an aid, but never clear on which heâll be at any given moment. One thing is for certain, however, and that was that he was persistent for your attention. WaitâŠÂ
Oh my good God, does he like you?
âHehâŠâ Chuckling, you tuck your hair behind your ear. âI am pretty cute.â
You stand, and decide itâs better to think about while on the move back to Mr. Crawling. You reach for your crowbar, and curse. Of course. The Hooded Child took it with them when they disappeared when Mr. Stalkerella showed up. Well, you sigh as you drag the chair behind you as you exit the room, at least you have a temporary weapon, for nowâŠ
Making it back to Mr. Crawling didnât take that much longer. He greets you, frown on his face and long arms wrapping around your waist. âMe worried! You gone long time!â Â
âLong time,â you agree, bending down to his level. You ruffle his hair, a smile finally sliding onto your face. It quickly turns into a pout as you wave your empty hands. âLost attack tool.âÂ
Mr. Crawling points to the spilled blood on your raincoat with a high pitched noise. You sheepishly giggle, and gesture to the chair behind you. He tilts his head, processing, before letting out his all familiar laugh. You sigh in content, glad to see a friendly face and let him pet you for a while.Â
He stops petting you, and turns around. âAttack tool!â he smiles wide, your trusty weapon in his grey hands. âThem give me.â
âThem?â you repeat, taking the crowbar, twisting and turning it in your grasp. âThem who?â
âThem!âÂ
Curse this damn language.Â
âMr. Crawling,â you hold his face in your hands, âwhat look like?â
His smile falters, and if you could see his eyebrows, youâd imagine they would be furrowed. He takes a moment to think, and points to the blood on your raincoat, and attempts to imitate holding anâŠ
Umbrella.
You stare. And stare. And stare. You canât even begin to process what Mr. Crawling just said to you, debating maybe you actually were growing crazy and it was finally time to bounce out of this place- andddd of course, you notice a red flicker at the end of the hallway. You tilt your head past Mr. Crawling.
That scarlet umbrella tilts slightly, and just for a split second, you catch a glimmer of that piercing dark eye staring straight at you, as if watching every nerve fire under your skin. You can see his smile from here, as if it was a smug âI told you soâ but it was actually a âMe show you.âÂ
Well⊠Mr. Scarletella did show you. And now you were just left, to put it simply, utterly fucking confused. It just drilled the narrative down deeper of the possibility that he did like you. So⊠what do you do now? Do you apologise for trying to smash his head in with a crowbar? For being so rude?Â
How do you even apologise for something you donât even remotely feel sorry for in the first place? Mr. Scarletella was creepy! âŠAt least, he was kind of sweet. Not really- his intentions were anything but kind. But still!
You bite the inside of your cheek. âŠIs it wrong to feel a little flattered? Thereâs barely any romance in this place anyway!
In your world, things are either friend or foe, monster or protector. But Mr. Scarletella? He exists in some in-between place. Dangerous yet helpful. Itâs as if heâs deliberately defying every category you try to force him into. And now, the memory of his unsettling question repeats in your mind- âYou like me?â - echoing in your thoughts with a kind of twisted innocence that gnaws at you, a bit more with each repetition.
Mr. Crawling gives a soft, anxious chirp, tugging you slightly, drawing you out of your thoughts. Heâs still eyeing the red figure warily. He points. âThem⊠dangerous? Them good?âÂ
âNot know,â you mumble, defeated. âGood, maybe.â You stand to your feet, crowbar falling off of your lap and clanging onto the floor. âMe, them, talk. You stay.â
Mr. Crawling makes a noise of protest, hand reaching out to grasp at your clothes. You reassuringly ruffle his hair once more, and make your way to the end of the hallway. You donât hear him follow behind you.
Face to face, you stand in front of the smiling Mr. Scarletella. He stares down at you, unblinking, unmoving.Â
âCanât give name,â you remind him.
He leans his face down, ever so close. âMe like you.â A pause. âWant you.â Another pause. âYou like me. Give me many human. Give me many blood.âÂ
Well⊠In your defence, you didnât know your corpse dumping ground was Mr. Scarletellaâs domain.Â
âGetting in over your own headâŠâ you grumble, and lift up your hand. You pinch your fingers together. âLittle like you. Okay? LITTLE.â You wonder if this guyâs smile could get any bigger, geez⊠âYou want big like?â You point your index towards him. âBe normal. Be good. Understand?â
âNormal? âGood?â He seems to chew over the words like theyâre a foreign delicacy, his head tilting at that unnatural angle again. âFor⊠you?â
âYou good,â you waggle your finger at him, âI teach name. Maybe. If I can remember itâŠâ
Thereâs an unnatural, prolonged silence in the air. Youâre beginning to feel the awkward tension once more, but your resolve refuses you to break the unblinking eye contact you keep with him.Â
And finally, he speaks once more, agreeing to your proposition, âYou teach good, you teach name.â
You hold back your groan- whatever this dance you two were playing, was going to take a long time to progress.
But at least something is better than nothing, right?
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!! nsfw; poly 141 ; sexting; fem reader
price gets a video, a measly six-second thing, from ghost.
he's used to getting all sorts of messages from his lieutenant, but a video has never been a part of them.
it was always soap who sends them videos upon videosâsaved videos of things that make him lose his shit or links that are his new turn-ons. price even gets personal messages from the fella; sometimes it's his sergeant venting in lilted scottish, sent to price's personal number on a drunken whim, and sometimes they're videos of him pleading.
"sir, please... wanna cum."
kyle is still getting used to the dynamic. he's still a little shy, hesitant, although he seemed to be getting more bold in text. more pushy. descriptive.
then there's ghost. he is a whole different beast from the other two because instead of begging, instead of putting price above his own pleasure, he backs the captain into a corner, pushing him close to the edge with little taunts and teases.
price remembers the first time ghost has done it. he sent the captain a picture of a lacey panties hanging off of ghost's jean pockets, the rouge of the soft material drawing price's eyes to the distinct tent in his lieutenant's pants, leaving his throat dry. he remembers fisting his own cock at the image, mind running because of ghost's anecdoteâ
"you would like her."
john had never cum so fast when masturbating, and yet there he was, twitching on his office chair, chest heaving as ragged rasps of breaths passed through his clenched teeth.
"your girlfriend's got a good taste," price had messaged back.
"and me?" was what ghost replied with.
"you already know," price sent. then, "you always know how to make your captain proud."
that correspondence might have been what pushed ghost to keep sending more messages. more taunts. more teasing images that had price rubbing himself in any smidgen of a private corner he could find because simon was never one to disappoint.
so this video had set john's blood on fire, heat scorching from his spine and pooling towards his twitching cock. hairline fractures fill the sides of his phone's screen, leaving rainbow lines filing his eyes at every reflection of the light.
ghost had always liked to share you to him. price knew for a fact that simon had never sent pictures of you to the othersâ"need your permission first, sir."âbut he also thought that simon had drawn the line there. that while he was eager to share snapshots of your pretty little lingeries or the way you marked up simon's tanned skin with deep punctures of what john knows must be straight teeth, simon was not going to indulge john any more.
and yet.
he feels his lungs burn. trembling fingers reach to play the video.
the sound of your squealed moans bouncing against the walls was what he registers first. ghost has you on your knees, and john traces the way simon's got a chokehold on the back of your neck. john watches as ghost uses it as a leverage, tugging you back to his cockâhis pelvis is pressed flush against the fat of your ass, and price feels his gums throb with the need to sink his teeth into your flesh at seeing the ripples of your fat bunch up against the bulk of simon's muscles.
"si! si!" you sobbed, muffled as you have your head burrowed into the pillows. your hands are useless by your sides, limp and incapable of even fisting the sheets.
"s'right," simon's voice echoed from behind the screen. "show cap'n how you love moanin' my name."
simon's mention of john has him jolting, his breaths stuttering once again.
he thought this little thing they have was a secret. a dirty, little, desperate secret that only he and ghost had the privilege of knowing. the immorality of it had always pushed john to his orgasm faster than his every rub, and he thought that it would all change the moment you know.
but this is a better treat.
it's a feast.
because john sees it for what it isâa promise.
the video ends, reminding john how short it really was. but he is addicted, unable to let go now that he's been given a taste of what will be.
the next time he replays the video, he's got his erect cock in his hand.
he snaps a picture of his cum-filled palm and sends it to simon. he writes, "show her what she does to me."
it takes twenty-three seconds for simon's reply to come in. it isn't a message but a voicenoteâ"am i a good girl, cap'n?"
"yeah," john records himself say. "so, so good f'r us, doll."
â
sorta pt 02
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley smut#john price x reader#john price smut#john price x simon riley#cod smut#suns#im so active today because i dont wanna do my shit ogmrwoipw
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âProfessional girlfriend.â
Lando Norris x engineer! Reader
TW: nothing special I think
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Usually you were pretty good at separating your professional relationship with Lando from your personal one, but today it seemed to be tougher than usual. Everyone knew you and Lando were dating, youâd never tried to hide it, but you also never acted like a couple in the garage or around the other engineers. Not that you met too much during the workdays, since you worked principally on Oscars side. During debriefs or meetings you could sometimes catch Lando looking at you and he always offered a discreet wink, making you have to push down a smile as you quickly looked away again, but never more than that.
âAlright, today was obviously not our best.â Andrea spoke up from one end of the long line of tables. That was putting it lightly. Qualifying had been rough, straight out, with bad tyre temps, shitty strategies and yellow flags fucking everything up, making Oscar start seventh tomorrow and Lando down at tenth. From the second he stepped into the room you could tell he was beating himself up for it and you couldnât help but feel the girlfriend side of you crumble a bit. Lando hadnât met your gaze even once and as Andrea kept talking about the day you noted how his shoulders just kept slumping more and more. Taking a deep breath you pulled your gaze from your obviously upset boyfriend, trying to focus back on the data displayed on the screen in front of you. You gave your report, keeping it short and straight to the point, and then you leaned back in your chair and waited for the meeting to be over. When Andrea finally excused you, ending with some inspirational quote about tomorrow being a new day, you gathered up your things with a sigh. You saw Lando talking with some of his engineers and you decided to go and drop off your stuff before meeting up with him. Unfortunately you got caught up for a while, chatting with your colleagues, and when you were finally free you almost felt a bit stressed to get to Landos driver room, wanting to be there to comfort him before he spiraled to much.
âLan?â You knocked softly on the door, trying the handle even though you didnât get an answer. The door opened and it didnât take you more than a couple of seconds to conclude that he wasnât there. Sighing you hoisted your bag higher up on your shoulder, setting out to find your boyfriend. Everyone you met offered sympathetic smiles, they all knew you were the one whoâd comfort Lando tonight, but when you asked them if theyâd seen him they all shook their heads. No one knew where he was. For several minutes you walked around the unit until you almost bumped into Will.
âHey!â The manâs gaze snapped up from the iPad he was carrying, surprised look softening into a tired smile when he saw you.
âHey, youâre still here?â
âI canât find Lando.â You mumbled, getting straight to the point, and Wills face fell slightly. When you raised your eyebrows he let out a soft sigh.
âI think he might still be in the conference room, he said he wanted to go over some things from today-â
âWill.â You practically groaned, shaking your head. You and Will had talked about this before, agreeing that it wasnât good for anyone to let the drivers sit alone and nitpick things even if they wanted too. You said drivers, but it had basically never been an issue with Oscar. Lando, on the other hand, was an expert at staring himself blind on the data, ending up feeling worse the more he watched.
âI know, I know.â Will sighed, shaking his head. âI tried to tell him but he wouldnât have it. He told me heâd talked to you about it already.â
âHe definitely hasnât.â You checked your phone to be sure but you knew there wouldnât be a text from him. Looking back at Will you offered a crooked smile. âIâll get him. Thank you. But you need to be harder on him when it comes to this.â At that Will couldnât help but scoff, shrugging his shoulders.
âYou know he doesnât listen to anyone. Maybe you, a bit, definitely not me.â
You said goodbye to Will, quick steps taking you back towards where you last saw Lando. When you reached the conference room you first thought Will had been wrong, not seeing Lando through the glass wall. The lights were dimmed, most screens turned off, but as you got closer you could see the light from one computer still flickering in the room. Stopping just outside the door you watched the back of your boyfriend for a few seconds, feeling your chest clench at the way he sat with his shoulders slumped, staring at the screen. With a soft sigh you pushed the door open, carefully letting it click closed behind you again as you placed your bag down on the floor. Lando didnât hear you, or if he did he didnât react. You watched the back of his head for a moment, gaze trailing his tense shoulders before you slowly moved closer to him. The second your hands came in contact with his back, stroking over it gently, Lando flinched slightly.
âSorry.â You mumbled quietly, feeling him relax under your touch. As your hands kept rubbing his back, moving up over his shoulders, Landos gaze never left the screen in front of him. It wasnât until you finally wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, leaning down to press a couple of kisses against his ear and cheek, that he actually acknowledged you. It wasnât much, but he lifted one hand to grab onto your arm across his chest, stroking it slowly with his thumb.
âHey.â His voice was quiet and you could tell how down he was by just that one word. Not that you had expected anything else.
âAre you ready to go back to the hotel my love?â
âI donât think so. Sorry.â His hand dropped from your arm.
âCome on baby, you know this isnât good for you.â
âYou can go, Iâll come later. Have some stuff I need to review.â You could tell by his voice that he wouldnât listen to you, he wouldnât leave. Despite just calling Will out for letting Lando make the decisions you couldnât help but accept defeat, pausing for a second before slowly pulling away. A moment later you were seated in the chair next to him.
âWhat is it we need to review?â
âNo, you donât-â he actually turned to look at you, pausing when he noted the expression on your face. Lando knew you well enough to realize you wouldnât leave him alone and despite wanting to be left in his bubble of self hatred he couldnât help but feel appreciative. As he hesitated you spoke up again.
âIf you have things you want to look at, weâll do it together. Then we leave together. Iâm not letting you sit here alone and beat yourself up over today.â You tried to speak as softly as you could while still remaining stern, you wanted him to know you were on his side. Always. Lando waited for a moment but eventually nodded, taking a deep breath.
âOkay. Yeah, okay.â His hand swiped across the surface of the table, closer to you, and you were quick to wrap your fingers around his larger ones. Lando watched your hands for a second before his gaze flickered up to met yours. âThank you.â At that you couldnât help but smile softly, nodding as you squeezed his hand.
âAnytime.â
The two of you stayed for a while, looking through the data and discussing exactly what went wrong where. While you were always honest with Lando, agreeing that he had done some mistakes that probably cost him a couple positions, you were also quick to point out all the circumstances that he had nothing to do with. Team mistakes, flags, weather- you made sure he didnât take the blame for more than he should. As the clocked ticked on you felt yourself slump more and more and soon enough you were leaning against your boyfriend, cheek pressed against his shoulder and eyes fixed on the screen.
âYou tired?â Lando suddenly paused the video the two of you were currently looking at, glancing down at you. You blinked rapidly a few times, pulling away to force some energy back into your body.
âMe?â You shook your head. âIâm fine.â Lando stared at you, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to tell him the truth. You wouldnât, however you couldnât stop the yawn escaping your lips and Lando let out a soft chuckle.
âMaybe itâs time to get out of here?â
âYeah? You feel ready to pack up?â
âYeah well,â Lando sighed. âYou know I could sit here until tomorrow morning and pick at thingsâŠâ he trailed off and you reached over to wrap your fingers around his wrist, stroking over his pulse point.
âBut that wouldnât help.â
âProbably not.â He turned to look at you again. You tilted your head, offering a sweet smile.
âIf youâre ready to leave, I am too. I think itâll be nice to get back to the hotel? Take a nice warm shower together? Order up some food, eat in bedâŠâ you pulled your hand from his wrist to reach up and drag it through his curls, gently scratching down his neck. âIâll give you some back rubs if you want?â Landos eyes were trained on you as you spoke and you loved the way the corners of his lips actually began to turn upwards.
âYou had me at shower, honestly.â He mused quietly, earning a laugh from you.
âAlright, letâs go then big boy.â You gently patted his cheek, offering a quick wink before pulling away. Pushing your chair out from the table you stood up, stretching with a soft groan before turning around to grab your stuff from the floor. You didnât make it more than a step before fingers wrapped around your arm and with a soft tug you were pulled back around to face your boyfriend. Before you could react his hand had found its place holding your jaw and barely a second later his lips were on yours, offering the sweetest kiss. You couldnât stop the smile spreading across your face, hands snaking across his abdomen to squeeze his sides through the fireproofs as you kissed him back. When he eventually pulled away he did so barely an inch, eyes flickering between yours a few times before he offered a couple more hard pecks against your lips. You hummed out a giggle, leaning back to look up at him.
âThank you.â Lando mumbled, the softest little smile on his face. Pursing your lips you shrugged your shoulders, snaking your arms around his torso.
âIâm just doing my job. As an engineer and a girlfriend. I take them equally serious.â That had Lando actually let out a small chuckle and the smile on your face widened.
âYouâre a professional at both, Iâd say.â He mumbled softly, leaning down to kiss you again. âEspecially the latter.â
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Could you do a part 2 to please date my sister in law with max and r getting married?
wedding of the century | max verstappen
part 2 of âplease date my sister in lawâ
pairing: max verstappen x reader
summary: one year after charles sets up his sister in law with max, the world is preparing for the wedding of the century.
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maxverstappen1: to be wed đ
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user1: OH SHIT ITS HAPPENING
user2: STAY CALM EVERYONE!! STAY CALM!! STAY FUCKING CALM
user3: charles leclerc found yelling out in happiness, 3:21 AM, monaco.
user4: oh my god
user5: omg
user6: the pictures are so cute đ„č
user7: THAT SHOUDLVE BEEN ME
user8: marrying max? or marrying yn?
user7: BOTH
user9: max waited no time to put a ring on that
user10: AHH IM SO EXCITED
user11: i can live out my wedding fantasies through you guys đ„č
user12: i know charles is freaking out rn
charles_leclerc: oh yes. iâll be over with the binder in five minutes.
user13: heâs actually at lot more calmer then i expected
yoursistersuser: nope! he yelled for a straight ten minutes after this was posted
user14: yeah that sound more like himâŠ
user15: so happy for you two đ€
landonorris: so when can i pick up my bridesmaid dress?
maxverstappen1: you mean your groomsmen suit?âŠ.
landonorris: i know what i meant
user16: i hope max takes her last name
danielricciardo: how funny would it have been if she said no
maxverstappen1: not funny at all
danielricciardo: tough crowd
user17: ahhhh congratulations!!
user18: NO PLS NO
user19; you have shattered my heart
yourusername: FUCK YOU BEAT ME TO IT
maxverstappen1: YOU TOLD ME I COULD MAKE THE ANNOUNCEMENT FIRST??
yourusername: I LIED I WAS GOING TO BEAT YOU TO IT
maxverstappen1: HAHAH SLOW POKE
user20: these are the two getting married btw
user21: i didnât want you anyways đ
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yourusername: officially a #fiancĂ©! đŸ
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user22: so itâs realâŠ.
user23: why wouldnât it be real?
user22: idk i was hoping max went crazy and just started making shit up
user24: you know what. hell yeah.
user25: mama a happy future ahead of YOU đ
user26: CONGRATULATIONS!!
user27: noâŠ.
user28: this just broke my heart
user29: so happy for you two đ„č
user30: if anyone deserves this happiness, itâs you!! congratulations đ
oscarpiastri: oh he wasnât kidding
oscarpiastri: you said yes?âŠ
yourusername: i cannot deal with your negativity today oscar
oscarpiastri: IM JUST SAYING
oscarpiastri: you said yes?âŠ
user31: letâs all say thank you charles!!
charles_leclerc: YES THANK YOU CHARLES! WE ALL THANK CHARLES!!
charles_leclerc: and too think they all called me crazy for setting them up!
charles_leclerc: HA
charles_leclerc: and to thinkâŠ
user32: youâre talking to yourself babe
landonorris: i canât wait to pick up my bridesmaid dress
yourusername; we talked about this lando
landonorris: i know đ
user33: does this mean lando isnât a bridesmaid? because i would KILL to see that man in a dress
user34: HELL YEAH!!
user35: true love, rock on đ€
user36: 50 percent of marriages end in divorce
user37: genuinely, why would you say this
user36: iâm a hater to my core
user38: no youâre a bitch to your core
user39; oh damn
yoursistersuser: love you babe đ but pls tell charles he can calm it with the wedding planning
yourusername: and you think heâll listen to me?
yoursistersuser: no, but it was worth it a try đ
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charles_leclerc: itâs always hows the wedding plannING? and never hows the wedding plannER? đ
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user40: nobody gaf how you are, WHENS THE WEDDING?????
carlossainz: whenâs the wedding?
user41: you signed up for this buddy, whenâs the fricking wedding???
oscarpiastri: whenâs the wedding?
user44: uh huh, uh huh, yep totally agree! whenâs the wedding?
user45: who cares, whenâs the wedding?
user46: i donât care, whenâs the wedding??
landonorris: whenâs the wedding?
user47: donât give a shit, whenâs the wedding?
user48: chop chop wedding planner, whenâs the wedding????
danielricciardo: whenâs the wedding?
user49: OMG CHARLES NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU, WHENS THE WEDDING????
user50: shut up when nobody asks, whenâs the wedding????
maxverstappen1: whenâs the wedding?
user51: boy who asked? whenâs the wedding?????
charles_leclerc: I WAS GOING TO ANNOUNCE THE WEDDING DATE. BUT YOU SICK FUCKS DONT DESERVE IT! SO FUCK YOU ALL!!! YOU WONT KNOW WHEN THE WEDDING IS!! HA HA HA. LOSERS.
user51: charles wait we were joking
user52: donât pmo
user53: DONT BE SUCH A BABY!!! WHENS THE FUCKING WEDDING?
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maxverstappen1: iâve reached peak happiness
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user53: you are fucking kidding me
user54: CHARLES I WILL KILL YOU
user55: WHAT
user56: WHEN
user57: HOW
user58: WHERE
yourusername; đđ
user59: BUT YOU JUST PROPOSED??? LIKE THREE MONTHS AGO
user60: no, you guys are actually so fake for this
user61: wow, i canât believe this
landonorris: congratulations!! i still think me as a bridesmaid wouldâve been amazing butâŠ.
maxverstappen1: let it go lando
landonorris; FINE
user62: charles when i find you
user63: i say we all kill charles on his birthday
user64: how could you guys do this to me??
oscarpiastri: loved the shrimp! đŠ
user65: THEY HAD SHRIMP
user66: charles planned a whole wedding in 3 months???
use67: thatâs actually so impressive
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yourusername: i win! đ°ââïž
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user68: youâre actually fucking kidding me. charles leclerc when i find you
user69: not to much now, he did plan this in 3 only months
charles_leclerc: THANK YOU!! HOW ABOUT SOME APPRECIATION FOR MY PLANNING
user70: stfu. itâs your fault non of us knew when the wedding was going to be
user71: these pictures are so cute đ„°
user78: living through you guys rn
user79: someday i hope to be married to someone who loves me as much as max loves yn
user80: conđgrađtulađtionsđ
user81: so happy for you guys!!! i will go kill myself now!!!
user82: THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME
user83: that man did NOT wait to put a ring on it
user84: if he wanted to, he would
user85: let this be a reminder to women that if someone wanted to marry you, they would!! congratulations đ
oscarpiastri: loved the shrimps đ€
user86: we get it oscar
oscarpiastri; no. you donât. the shrimp were delicious.
user87: donât brag
oscarpiastri: iâll brag all i want. you canât do anything about it because i had the shrimp and you didnât đč
user88: oh damn
user89: someoneâs passionate about the shrimpâŠ
yoursistersuser: love you to the moon and back đ
yourusername:đđđ
charles_leclerc: iâm hearing a lot of âlove youâ and âshrimpsâ but iâm not hearing enough âthank you charles for planning a beautiful wedding in 3 months and taking time out of your very BUSY racing career to make sure my wedding was amazingâ
yourusername: donât act like you didnât beg me to let you plan the wedding
maxverstappen1: yeah, me and yn were fine with eloping
charles_leclerc: please guys, no need to thank me! it was my pleasure â€ïž
oscarpiastri: the shrimp were great man
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charles_leclerc: since no one else will say it đ thank you charles for planning a beautiful wedding in 3 months and taking time out of your very BUSY racing career to make sure my wedding was amazing
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user91: iâm still pissed at you for not telling us when the wedding is
user91: it was a beautiful wedding tho
charles_leclerc: thank you charles!!
charles_leclerc: of course charles!!!
charles_leclerc: beautiful work!! especially with the very short time you were given
user92: maybe we shouldnât let charles plan anymore weddings, it looks like theyâve drove him insane
carlossainz: i look gorgeous
oscarpiastri: the shrimps were chef kiss đ€
landonorris: what is with you man?
georgerussell63: are you still drunk?
user93: charles posting more photos then the actual people who got married is so funny đ
user93: it really sums up their relationship
user94: beautiful wedding planning charles!! đ
user95: how much do you charge??
user96: i still canât believe yn and max got together, engaged, and married in less then 2 years
user97: i bet sheâs pregnant
user98: WOAH
user99: where tf did that come from
user100: or maybe they just love each other??? not everyone waits years and years hoping that their shitty bf will propose to them
user101: oh! okay!
user102: you ate those decorations up charles
user103: the flowers??? gorgeous
user103: if yn and max ever divorce, i will kill myself
oscarpiastri: great shrimp đ„°
user14: what tf is wrong with you
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Get Unready With Me - Drunk Edition
In which Lando takes care of you after a night out.
Pairing: Lando Norris x FeminineGirlfriend!Reader Warnings: Drunk reader. Tooth achingly sweet fluff tho. Word Count: 1.8k words
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âLando! Iâve lost my keys!â You cry, opening the flap on your vintage Chanel bag in an attempt to dump the contents out on the floor of your flatâs empty hallway.Â
âNo you havenât, you muppet.â He scolds, tugging the purse out of your hands before anything beyond your Charlotte Tilbury lipstick can clatter to the floor. âYou gave me your keys after your fifth vodka cran. âLan baby, be my hero and hold my keys so I donât lose them!ââ He mocks, pulling out your keyring from his pocket.Â
Your eyes light up, a drunken giggle slipping off your lips as you lean your whole weight onto your boyfriend as he attempts to open the apartment door for you. âMy hero!âÂ
âBesides,â He tuts, slipping the key into the keyhole. âWe live together, my keys are your keys.âÂ
Lando swings the door open, ushering you inside before closing the door behind him with a soft snick of the lock. You look back at him, a bit more unsteady on your feet than youâd like. The pair of you are just getting back from dinner and dancing with a few of the other drivers and their significant others to celebrate the end of the season and you may have gone a bit overboard with the drinks portion of the night.
Flinging your stilettos off your feet, you groan at the relief of feeling the cool tile on your toes, only stumbling a bit when you try to stand up straight. Itâs quite the miracle you made it up from the garage to your tenth floor apartment in those heels under your own power really. âI think my feet might just fall off.âÂ
Lando follows behind you as you stumble towards the couch. âBaby, shouldnât we just go to bed? Itâs late.âÂ
âMy feet donât work anymore. Carry me?â You pout, reaching for him with grabby hands. You are quite needy when you get this drunk but honestly, Lando doesnât mind one bit. Youâre quite independent, refusing to allow him to pay for much despite his multi-million dollar contract and endorsement deals. In fact, for the first year of your relationship you had refused to move in with him because there had been no way you could afford to split the rent in his posh apartment in Monaco. So when you get needy like this, which isnât as often as heâd like, Lando likes to take full advantage of it. He likes to feel needed, especially by the woman he is absolutely smitten with.Â
âI think your feet work just fine, but I will carry you to bed anyway, pretty girl.â He coos, scooping you up in his arms.Â
You wiggle a little against him, nestling your head in the crook of his neck before breathing in his scent deeply. âYou smell so good.âÂ
âI smell like sweat.â He laughs, walking down the hall towards your shared bedroom.Â
âIt must be the pheromones then. Youâre so sexy when youâre sweaty.â You giggle.Â
Lando chuckles, knocking the light switch with his elbow as he enters your room. The yellow glow from the lights overhead illuminate your face as you look up at him. In the alcohol induced haze, the thought of how lucky you are to have him flickers through your mind. You two had met a few years ago when you had been attended the British Grand Prix with your uncle Jenson Button. He had literally swept you off your feet when Fernando Alonso had nearly taken you out in the paddock with his scooter. You liked to joke that Lando had literally been your knight in shining armor that day, so of course you fell for him quick and hard.Â
âHere you go, love.â Lando gently sets you down on the bed, your eyes already droopy with exhaustion from the day. âLets get you out of that dress and into something comfy.âÂ
âAre you trying to seduce me, Lando Norris?â You slur.Â
âNo, Iâm trying to get you into bed because youâre about five seconds away from falling asleep and I donât want to cuddle you all night with that scratchy dress on.â Lando rolls his eyes but canât help the grin that spreads across his face. He helps you shimmy out of the tight dress, pulling it over your head so you were left in only the skimpy McLaren papaya colored lingerie set.Â
âThis is new.â He says, slipping a finger under the strap of the lacy bralette that has him biting his bottom lip. You looked so cute sitting there on the bed, dressed only in his team colors.Â
âI wore it to surprise you but now Iâm too drunk to fuck you.âÂ
Lando canât help the laugh that tumbles out of him. Despite you being 3 sheets to the wind, you know his rules: No sex while one of you is drunk and the other is sober. And Lando is very sober right now, wanting to maintain some control over you as you tend to get a little wild and adventurous (read: you like to wander off) when youâre partying. âWe can have a rot in bed day tomorrow and you can wear it then, okay love?âÂ
Your bottom lip sticks out in a pout, âFine.âÂ
âNow, lay down. Iâll go get you a t-shirt and we can go to sleep.âÂ
You follow his instructions and watch as Lando bustles around the room, first getting changed himself and then pulling a t-shirt out of his closet for you.Â
A few moments later, Lando pulls his t-shirt onto your body and tucks you back into bed before going to get some aspirin and a glass of water for you, knowing youâre going to have a wicked hangover tomorrow. He hates to see you in pain, but a part of him is pleased that youâll be unable to do much tomorrow so heâll be able to wait on you hand and foot. Being needed is absolutely one of Landoâs love languages.Â
As he goes to switch off the lights, finally ready to get into bed beside you, suddenly you sit up. âLando!â You gasp, smacking him on the shoulder as he sits down on his side of the bed.Â
âWhat is it, pretty girl?âÂ
âMy makeup! If I donât take it off and wash my face, Iâm going to break out and I will not be your pretty girl anymore.âÂ
Lando rolls his eyes, âSeriously? Canât you just skip it this one time? You will always be my pretty girl, breakout or not.âÂ
In addition to being extra needy when youâre drunk, you are also extra stubborn. âI need to do my skincare, Lando.â You whine.Â
âFine.â Lando is quite certain there is no way youâd be able to do it by yourself, judging by the state youâre in though. âLetâs go, Iâll help you.âÂ
You blink up at him as he rounds the bed to stand before you, offering you his hand. âReally?âÂ
He looks down at those big eyes and pouty lips of yours and really wants to break the whole âno sex while only one of us is drunkâ rule. âYes, really you muppet. Come on.âÂ
Despite the fact that just a few minutes before you had been insisting your feet were about to fall off, you suddenly find the ability to walk and pad behind him into the large en suite bathroom. Itâs a luxurious place, with a large jetted tub and huge shower with two shower heads. You find yourself sharing a shower with Lando more often than not. On the other side of the white and black tiled bathroom are his and hers sinks, yours more cluttered than his with various skin and hair products. You may be independent when it comes to asking for help, but you are certainly not low maintenance when it comes to your hair or skin. Â
Lando stands in front of your sink, eyeing the various jars and tubes with a bit of skepticism. âI hope youâre sober enough to tell me what goes first because there is no way I can do this on my own.â He mumbles.
âYou watch me do this all the time, baby.âÂ
âDoesnât mean I know what any of this is. Now, hop up on the counter and let me take care of you.â He says, kissing the tip of your nose.Â
A fire burns in your belly at his order. Secretly, you do love when he takes care of you like this. You just hate to admit it. Being raised by a single mom who was never the biggest fan of the male species, you had always been wary of asking for help but being with Lando had healed some of that trauma and mistrust in you and the longer you were with him, the easier you found depending on him.Â
âWhatâs first?âÂ
âThe micellar water.âÂ
Panic flashes across Landoâs face. âThe what?âÂ
Giggling, you kick your feet like a toddler and point to the large bottle with clear liquid in it. âThat. Put some on a cotton ball andâŠâÂ
âWipe off your makeup. I know, Iâve seen you do it, I just donât know what goes when.â
Lando squirts some out on a cotton ball like heâs seen you do a thousand times and begins to wipe off the makeup in long, slow strokes. The alcohol makes your brain fuzzy but the way his face is so focused on his task, brows knit together in concentration, has you squeezing your legs together. He canât quite believe how many cotton balls it takes to get everything off, but eventually most of your makeup is gone.Â
âNow is when you use the soap, right?âÂ
He looks so eager to be right your heart squeezes a bit. âYes, that bottle right there.âÂ
Lando continues on with your skincare routine, listening to your every step and following it exactly as described. It takes a little longer than usual, but neither of you mind. The way he so gently rinses the soap off your face and then applies your moisturizer is strangely one of the most romantic things youâve ever done together.Â
Finally, everything is done and youâre bare faced and freshly moisturized. Lando hands you your toothbrush, already prepped with your toothpaste, and the pair of you brush your teeth together. He gently helps you down off the counter and you follow him back into the bedroom, hand in hand.Â
âThank you, baby.â You coo as you slip under the covers, watching as Lando switches off the bedroom lights, plunging the bedroom into darkness.Â
âI love taking care of you.â He murmurs when he joins you under the heavy duvet, your warmth radiating towards him in waves.Â
âI love you, Lando Norris.âÂ
âI love you too, pretty girl.âÂ
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