#was workin just fine when i left for work

[undeadbutch]

guess whose fridge is out of commission :D

[dixons-sunshine]

Do-It-All Salon | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl loved his little family. He loved you and your daughter with his whole being. He’d do just about anything for the two of you, including letting his nails and face get painted by his daughter, and endure the pain that came with removing rubber elastics from his hair.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Alexandria, set post Saviour arc.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1k.

A/N: @hannyhann requested some girl dad Daryl. I hope you like it!

The scene in front of you was both amusing and adorable. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth at the sight that beheld you; your husband sitting on the ground with his face painted with various sorts of makeup, his hair tied up in multiple little ponytails, and his hand extended in front of him to have his nails get painted. The sight was so cute, you just had to get out the video camera you had found on a run to capture the moment.

Your three year old daughter, Hazel, innocently went about painting her father’s nails while happily babbling away. She was completely oblivious to the video camera, the amused looks you sent Daryl’s way, or the playful scowls he sent your way. There was no real heat behind his eyes, however. He knew that if the tables were turned, he’d be just as amused as you.

“Daddy, hand,” Hazel instructed him, motioning over to his other hand. She held a bottle of pink nail polish in her hand. She shook the bottle a couple of times, mimicking what she had seen you do a few times before, before opening it to reveal the tiny brush.

Daryl cocked an eyebrow at her choice of colour, but gave her his hand nonetheless. “Shouldn’t ya be usin’ blue? Y’know, since this hand s’coloured blue?” For added emphasis, he lifted his hand for her to see.

Hazel giggled and shook her hand. “Silly Daddy.” She offered nothing else. She left it at that, and simply started rather messily painting his nails.

Daryl raised his eyebrows at her, a small, amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shared a look with you, both of you having to refrain from laughing at her explanation. Or, well, lack thereof.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, shaking his head, the small ponytails on his head swinging left to right with the motion. “M’real silly. Need’a jus’ be quiet and let the master work, huh?” Hazel giggled but said nothing, her face scrunched up in concentration while her hand worked to apply the nail polish to Daryl’s nails. Daryl smiled fondly. “How ‘bout we do yer Mama next?”

“Oh, no. I’m fine. My beauty appointment was yesterday.” For emphasis, you raised one of your hands in front of the camera and showed your own messily painted nails. “It’s Daddy’s turn today. I’m not scheduled for another appointment until Hazel is ready to have me again.”

“‘Orrow,” Hazel giggled, her eyes sparkling at her promise of giving you a makeover the next day.

“Tomorrow,” Daryl corrected her with a fond smile, chuckling when the three year old girl completely missed his nail and instead painted the skin of his finger.

Hazel looked up at her father. “‘Orrow,” she said, a concentrated look on her face as she tried to get it right.

Daryl shook his head. “Repeat after me, alright?” When Hazel nodded eagerly, he continued. “To—”

“To—” the three year old repeated determinedly.

“Morrow.”

“Morrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“‘Orrow!” Hazel giggled happily, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at Daryl.

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. “We’ll keep workin’ on it.” His attention shifted towards you. He ducked his head shyly when he noticed the camera was pointed in his direction. “Ya had that thing pointed at me the whole time?”

“Yup,” you nodded with a small smile, redirecting the camera towards Hazel when you noticed her close the nail polish and reach down to grab the sticker book you had found for her on a run. “Oh, you’re in trouble now,” you warned him with a light laugh.

Daryl looked back up towards Hazel who was walking around the small, plastic table with the sticker book, and he laughed. “Oh, god. M’in trouble, ain’t I?” Daryl questioned, his amused, loving gaze resting on you.

“Oh, definitely,” you mused, your eyes drifting over to your daughter who remained blissfully unaware of the conversation her parents were having, too caught up in her own little world. “Stickers is part of the experience here at Hazel’s ‘do-it-all salon.”

“Daddy, still,” she instructed, carefully peeling a sticker from the small book and softly pressing it onto Daryl’s face. She pulled back, admired her handy work with a soft giggle, before peeling another sticker and repeating the process. Again, and again, and again. Soon enough, Daryl’s face was covered in small stickers, ranging from stars, smiley faces, and even little arrows. Once there was no more skin left to cover with her stickers, Hazel stepped back and laughed in delight, clapping her hands together in excitement. “Yay! Daddy pretty!” She turned towards you and raised her arms, a silent request to be picked up. “Mama, Daddy pretty!”

You laughed lightly, placed the video camera down on the dresser, and picked up your little girl. You placed a couple of kisses all over her face, eliciting a shriek of laughter from her. “Yeah, he looks really pretty. He looks like a princess.”

“Princess,” Hazel agreed with a toothy smile. Her small, chubby hands gently grabbed your face and brought it down to hers, rubbing her nose together with yours, an action you did a lot; one she knew meant ‘I love you’.

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. He knew that he probably looked ridiculous. If anybody in the community saw him like that, they would never be able to take him seriously ever again. However, as the archer looked over at you and Hazel, and saw the happy smiles on your faces, he knew that he would do anything to keep those smiles alive. He would even allow his daughter to paint his nails, do his hair in a way that would hurt to remove the hair ties, almost poke his eye out with the mascara brush, and have a face full of stickers. All to ensure his girls’ happiness.

Daryl Dixon lived for his girls, and nothing in the world would ever change that.

[gothic-thoughts]

Music To My Ears

Gojo Satoru x Black GN Reader Smut

MDNI, Perv Coworker!Gojo, Bimbo!Reader

CW: all the dirty words(he's a whore), stupid and oblivious Reader, Gojo jerking 📴 to your voice, reader being fluent in Yapanese 😭, imma degrade y'all cuz u lack brain cells

Word Count: 1,191 (give or take)

It was 11 pm, and you were on the phone with your coworker, Satoru. You've been talking for about an hour now, but after a while, you noticed soft huffing and heard soft panting. Since there's not much going on up there, all you thought to do was tilt your head to the side with confusion. You shrug it off and continue to yap, but the longer he listened, the more he groped and palmed his erection through the grey sweats he wore.

“Uh, Gojo?” Your first mistake was saying his name.

“Yeah? What’s up, girlie?”

“You good?"

"Say again?" He heard you perfectly fine, but you can't tell can you?

"I asked if you were good. You workin' out right now?"

“Hah, yeah.” He responds before muttering, “I'm workin' somethin', ngh."

“Huh? You keep mumbling, Toru.”

"Hehe, don't worry about it." More panting "Just...continue your story."

You shake your head, believing his panting really came from a workout regimen, knowing damn well the strongest sorcerer don't need one.

“So like I was saying...”

He chuckled and made a low growling noise as he reached into his sweatpants, feeling how damp his boxers were from how much precum soaked into them. He bit his lip, slowly pulling out the erection that you caused from that voice you blessed him with. Every inflection, filler word, and gasp when you remembered another part of your story drove him so wild.

“And then I was like, ‘Ohmygod, Shoko’s not working for once?’ So I ran up to her...”

He grunts, trying his best to keep his voice away from the whiney territory he knew it could rise to if he felt too good. To you, his breathing sounded a bit...off, as if it sounded heavy and...well, different than normal. But he was working out, of course, he’d sound like that.

“The only reason I hesitated was because I feel like she don’t like me...”

With every passing moment, his fist passed over his shaft while his left hand kept a firm hold around his base, keeping him from exploding too soon, and with how often you clicked your tongue or sucked your teeth, he could’ve at any moment.

“Do you think she likes me; ion think she likes me. Anyways, though...”

The grunting sound only grew in pitch as the groans started to sound more...animalistic, mouth forming a smirk. He whispers your name, guiding his hand up and down his cock a little faster, getting the palm sticky with precum.

“Toru...” The concern in your voice makes his hand stop, “You sure you okay?

He bites his lip as he moans softly, watching another drop of precum squeeze out his tip and slide down to his still fist. "Yeah... heh...” 

“You huffin’ like a dog.”

“Oh sorry. I’m doing... I’m doin’ some push-ups right now so..." 

"Ohhhh, aight."

"Keep talking, short stuff."

"You even listening, Gojo?"

"Of course I am, I can, ngh, multitask."

"Mmm..."

The little hum of yours made him bite his bottom lip so hard that it bled. "I mean it, girlie." He sighs, "Hanging on every word. You were talking about your shopping spree."

"Oh yeah! I got a bunch of clothes with Utahime today! And they are the fuckin’ cutest! Like, there’s one that was...”

He groaned quieter as he heard you continue on, pumping his hand up and down to the speed your excited voice spoke. His fist twists with each stroke, grinding his red, sensitive cockhead into his palm which makes him shiver. The sound of his breathing had become noticeably heavier and deeper. He didn't respond just yet, instead, he only let out low grunts and 'mhm's in response to what he heard you say. He started to lift his hips from his bed, fucking his fist while pretending it was him making you ride him.

“And I got new lip gloss. Like a lot of lip gloss; cuz you know me...”

He did, in fact, know you; meaning that you prolly got almost every color, scent, and flavor imaginable just to try out. That sentence was all it took for the strongest sorcerer's mind to switch from thoughts of how good you'd feel bouncing on his long dick to how soft and wet your mouth was. You talk so much so it's gotta be moisturized as hell, not like he wouldn't make you use so much spit it made the colors on your lips smear around his veined shaft.

He whined into the speaker as you rambled, but TRUST he was listening. His eyes were rolled back, his hand began pumping faster, massaging the swollen head of his cock while his free hand gripped the base. He wanted to smear that lip gloss, stick, whatever so bad; just the thought of leaving your plump lips and chin stained with white and whatever other color made his full balls tense.

"H-hey, short stuff? You think you can you count down from 10 for me?"

"Yeah, why?"

"For my workout, remember?"

"Ohhh, right." You let out another oblivious giggle, "I forgot about that."

"Y-yeah, I'm, uhm, planking... and I'm al-most....done. Count for me."

"Kaykay. Ten.... nine..."

His hand slows down, trying to time his orgasm with that sexy voice. Gojo groaned and grunted, letting it all out since your dopey ass wholeheartedly believed he was tired from overexertion.

"Eight... seven..."

"Yesss~" He whispered, "Suck it, baby girl, that's it. Show me those eyes."

His breath got shallow as he looked down at his thighs, imagining you were scratching at them while your glazed-over eyes blinked up at him.

"Six... five..." 

"Yeah, not a fuckin' thought behind them, huh? F-uck, lemme give your mouth somethin' else to do."

Unable to help himself, he speeds up his hand, coating his entire dick in his own precum. His back arches from the bed as his hips thrust up, fucking his fist as you got close to one.

"Four.... three..."

"So fucking close, s'fuckin' close. I'm...gonna...cum. W-wanna cum in your mouth, baby please."

"Two... one."

"Ah, shiiit!!"

He let a resounding, drawn-out growl as pent-up cum spurts from his cock, shooting across his slim fingers. He continued driving his shaft through his fist, body shaking on his bed as his load continued to spill over his hand. He finally calms down, resting on his bed, and looking down at the cum all over his abs and lower stomach, clinging to his happy trail and pubes. 

"Damn," Your voice snaps him out of it, "Did you hurt yourself, Toru? That sounded painful?"

"N-no, I'm okay just...." He gulps thickly, collecting himself, "J-just planked longer than I could handle, heh."

"Was that okay? Did I count too fast or...?"

"Haah, no. It was perfect, girlie, th-thanks."

"Oh... uhh..." You tilt that empty head of yours, "What was I saying...?"

"You were talkin' 'bout... gettin' some clothes from Utahime... I think?"

"Oh, yeah! Then I was talkin' bout lip gloss!"

"Yeah, yeah." His cock slowly starts to harden again, putting a tired, yet devious smirk on his face, "Tell me what colors you got."

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(a/n): eat up.

[thelovelyruin]

𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖒 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you wanted choso real bad, but did he want you too?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : (fem perspective of acquainted.) smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 4.5K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from bubblegum bitch by marina and the diamonds.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll.

“But Maiiii!”

“Don’t even think about it. You know you’re gonna hurt his feelings.”

“I won’t, I promise! He’s real cute, I could never do that to him.”

“You mean weird? I’ve only seen him talk to Yuuji, and that’s saying something.”

“Well, maybe he just needs a girlfriend! Ya know, a woman’s touch.”

“Babe, the second you try to touch to him, he’s gonna cum on himself.”

“That’s not bad, right? That just means he likes me!”

Mai scoffed and walked towards class, you following behind a puppy. You were a pretty girl, for sure. Always wearin’ sparkly lipgloss, your hair was always in a cute style but always down, had to show off your hoop earrings! You usually wore a little locket necklace, which had a little pic of Choso in it, but that’s really creepy, right? It sat on top of a pink shirt that you made sure your tits always looked great in, just in case he was lookin’. Then your miniskirt gave a sneak peek of your ass and your winter boots you lovedddd to wear with leggings that you were hoping he was getting an eyeful of. It was tough when you were in class with him; you raised your hand to answer a question, hoping he’d perk up at the sight of your new manicure. Sometimes, you’d wear a perfume that smelled like cake; you could tell he liked it; he’d always stutter when he walked past you, conveniently moving your hair so the scent would fly in the air towards him. Then there was your skin, always wearing a nice lotion so your legs looked smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. You usually ask someone to pick something up for you and never touched a door either; you pretty much knew it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, so you ran them around like your puppies, and they’d run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you made sure to suck real sexy when Choso was around, in case he ever wanted to be the lollipop.

It's not like you wanted him to pay attention or anything.

Don't care if you think I'm dumb; I don't care at all.

“Hey, Choso! What’s up?”

He obviously hadn’t heard you, so you put your hands on his desk in the library and squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him. A little cleavage was always effective, right?

“Hello, earth to Choso, you there?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

You made sure to wear a really short skirt, which was totally cute, but every guy on campus was getting the wrong idea. You’d worn it to see Choso, which worked ‘cause he was looking at the little piece of your thong you’d left out for him to see. You just had to tease him a little.

“I said, “Hey, Choso! What’s up?””

“Oh, sorry. Not much, how about you?”

“Oh, nothin’; saw you were sittin’ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?”

That was such a shitty excuse. You really could’ve come up with something better, but it seemed to work anyway! He sat to the side of the seat, sitting his hand in the empty space.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?”

“Sure! So, whatcha workin' on?”

“Oh, I’m just studying for the statistics exam.”

“That class is super hard! I feel like I’m not getting any of it.”

Fuck, was he catching on yet? You really couldn’t think of another reason why you two would be alone; you couldn’t even convince your professors to let you work with him on a project.

“I could, um, tutor you if you want.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits bouncing as you shifted towards him in the seat. You were so excited you could barely keep it together, but you had to act totally fine in case he was onto you. Which really, you wanted him on you.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Perfect, when are you free?

“Uh, I’m free after classes; what about you?”

Fuck, you had a lot to do. When did you get so busy?

“Hmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably won’t work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I can’t forget Nobara’s party on Friday!”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Perfect! We’d just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.”

He looked at your nails. Was there something wrong with them? Maybe you should’ve pulled this charade afterward.

“I think your nails are nice like that?”

You were blushing now, bringing a hand out before you two.

“Ya think so? I was thinking of changing the color. I’ve changed my mind since last week.”

You got a call from Mai! Damn, you wish she wasn’t still upset with you. Happily, you answered it.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

“Not gonna believe it! Nobara got this big-ass AirBnb for this weekend. It’s totes cute; gonna look at it for our meeting tomorrow. Anyways, I gotta go, going shopping; I’ll send pics!”

You felt super bad; You’d interrupted your and Choso’s conversation to talk about sorority stuff. Hopefully, you didn’t annoy him.

“Sorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.”

“Sisters?”

“Yeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!”

You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Choso’s hand, writing down your phone number. 

“There ya go, put it in fast so it doesn’t wash off. Bye, cutie!”

With that, you walked away. He looked so cute, blushing all hard; hopefully, he texted you. You probably looked pretty dumb, but who cares? You were gonna spend some time with him, so your plans could get rollin’.

Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored.

“YOU GAVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?”

“Yes, but it’s because he’s tutoring me!”

“So, you and him, alone. “Studying”.”

“Yes, Mai. “Studying”.”

“Bullshit, you’re gonna fuck him!”

“Am not! I have some self-control, ya know.”

When you told Mai about the exchange earlier, she was convinced you were making a bad decision.

“So then, what if he wants to fuck you? What happens to that self-control?”

“It gets thrown out the window, and I let him fuck my brains out, duh.”

Mai looked you up and down, giving you that look. You scoffed and lay on your bed; damn, you would be doing your statistics work if you actually knew what you were doing. A ring came from your phone, practically jumping at it.

“Hey. It’s Choso.”

You jumped around your room, squealing. He had actually texted you! Not that you didn’t think he would, but he was always super standoffish so he might’ve wiped it off. But nonetheless, you texted him back.

“haiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3”

“Yeah, what time?”

“let’s do 5, kay?”

“Sounds good.”

“yay! See you then :p.”

When Wednesday came around, you were super nervous all day. Mai teased you for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only “studying.” You had seen him in class, but today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, hoping he’d like it. Fuck, you were such a klutz! Smoothie all over your shirt; not like that was such a bad thing. It meant you could change into something cuter, something that would really catch his attention! It made you super late, though. You felt so bad, showing up 15 minutes late, but you sucked it up and knocked on his door anyway. Choso opened the door for you, but you were still panting. God, get it together!

“I'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! You’re not too mad at me, are you?”

“You’re fine; come in.”

“Ooo, thanks!”

You walked into the room, giving him a smile, then bent over to set your purse and books, hoping he was pervy enough to get a view. You’d stayed down there for a while, giving him enough time to get a good look, then you got up and turned around, and he was blushing! Maybe he’d seen your lacy pink thong. But you weren’t thinking about fucking him, right?

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no…let’s get started.”

An hour passed, and you were shocked at your level of resolve. He was helping you this whole time, and all you could think about was the tent in his pants, wanting to take care of it. But you promised Mai you’d chill, so you did.

“All done! I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Thank you so so much!”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him in. You pulled back from him, still hugging him, as he looked down into your eyes. You let go and giggled, walking over to get on his bed, sitting back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. Mai would probably be mad, but she’d have to understand, right? You just needed him, really bad.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your help with something.”

“What’s up?”

I'm the girl you'd die for.

As he approached you, you put your final fears to the side. You had full confidence he wanted you, and you were gonna act on it.

You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.

Awe, he was so red! To be fair, you had just shown off your pussy to him, practically asking him to touch you there, and you were ready for it. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.

“That is, if you wanna.”

He dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. You saw him get a good look at your thong; you knew you were soaked from being next to him for so long. He brought his hands up your legs; the feeling of his fingers made you shake all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He grabbed the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display, letting him spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He was in shock, and it was so sexy. He looked like he was in love with just the sight of your pussy.

Choso brought his lips down to yours, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. Damn, he felt so good! You started moaning his name and arching your back as you gripped his sheets. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, and god it had you whimpering.

“Choso….”

You felt so fucking good. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. You could tell this was probably his first time eating pussy, but when he curled his fingers, it felt soooo good and you just had to tell him!

“Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. You were so blissed out, happy you were about to cum from his tongue. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way so you could find some sort of stability. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back.He left you panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched. As you began to come back to earth, you sat up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but it would be okay, right?

“Come here.”

You were serious now. You didn’t wanna be so harsh, but you were literally gonna die if you didn’t feel his dick inside you immediatley. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. He brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it, you were getting so wet. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, he was so hot, you were gonna lose your-

I'll chew you up, and I'll spit you out.

Your phone fucking rang…and you knew it was Mai. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone.You tried to act as normal as possible when you answered the phone, you couldn’t make it too obvious Choso just had a mouth full of pussy!

“Hey, hey!”

“Hey babe, emergency house meeting! Maki didn’t put in the order for the catering for rush next week, so everyone’s coming together to think of a back up. Need ya here, like yesterday!”

You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.

“But Maiiii, I’m doing something super important!”

“Important, huh? Is that important thing fucking Choso? Either way, bring your ass over here before anyone gets suspicious.”

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“You gotta go?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to!”

“It’s fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.”

You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; hoping he’d really get a good look at you this time. You hadn’t put your panties back on, instead leaving them next to his bed for him to find later. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, cutie!”

“Um, bye.”

It’s like you couldn’t get him out of your head; every time you tried to focus on the meeting, he was there. Before you laid down for bed, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them. Hmmmm, what should you say?

“oopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)”

'Cause that's what young love is all about.

So pull me closer…

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Maiiii, please don’t be mad!”

“Let me get this straight, you fucked him?”

“No, yes, well, not exactly. I, you know…”

“Awe shit, you sucked his-”

“NO, MAI. Not that I wouldv’e been opposed to it.”

“So, what did you- Holy shit, he ate you out!”

You became flustered, you told her about your sexual encounters all the time, but it had been so long since you got any, plus she already thought Choso was weird.

“Yes, he ate me out.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Mai, I’m sorry! Like don’t be mad at me though, it felt really good and technically that was only second base, right? Or third? Either way I didn’t fuck him, yet.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s not like I don’t support you, but a guy like that? He probably came on himself.”

Now, you’d told Choso you were busy, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to see him again! You guys had seen each other around the halls; Thursday, you gave him a wink every time you saw him, and he’d return it with a blush and grin. But then, you realized he hadn’t texted you. Wouldn’t he wanna see you again? Especially if he enjoyed it as much as you think he did. You were nervous at this point. What if you were over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each other’s rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that he probably just thought you were pretty and dumb, which hurt your feelings real bad. I mean, you couldn’t help it; spontaneous oral from the guy liked for months now. But, fuck, you missed him.

And kiss me hard!

The party could be heard down the street; it was pretty lit tbh, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. As you walked through the house, part of you wanted to find Choso and get a real answer as to why he had ghosted you. That was until a guy from your brother fraternity walked up to you.

You held a cup of punch, but what you were wearing was kinda flashy. You hadn’t bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which to be fair, wasn’t doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; the underside of your ass on display, but when you and Mai picked them out, you bought ‘em just in case you saw him. You were leaning into the guy, trying to hear him over the speakers. He was kinda creepy. Obviously drunk as he tried to talk to you about some speed dating thing they were about to throw, and apparently you just needed to be there. You knew he was getting an eyeful; he couldn’t even make eye contact with you because he was too busy staring at your chest, which you wouldn’t be opposed to usually, but he wasn’t Choso, and tbh, he was the only one you wanted to look at you like that.

This dude made some shitty joke, you giggling to save face and not embarrass your sisters. That’s when you see Choso walking in your peripheral vision. OMG, he did come! But as happy as you were, he looked kinda pissed, or maybe you were trippin’? You gave him an awkward smile as you turned. That was until Choso grabbed your arm.

“Gonna borrow her right quick.”

What the fuck was he doing? Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He looked for an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him. What was his deal?

“Choso, what the actual fuck?”

“What are you doing, huh?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like I’m the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?”

“Of course it did! I haven’t texted you because I wanted to give you space!”

“I could’ve made time for you! I don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-”

I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. Some nerve he had, not talking to you for days, then coming up like he owned you or something. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. So, you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free, ready to go to town.

“So, who the fuck was that?”

He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly. He was totally killing the vibe.

“A friend, what are you, jealous?”

He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him. You knew he was, like why else would he be asking? That kinda made you feel good though, he was willing to put up a little fight for ya, huh?

“Depends.”

“On?”

Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you, you were so fucking excited, as pissed as he was, his mood was real cute.

“I’m your friend too, no?”

“Something like that.”

He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.

“You let all your friends eat your pussy?”

I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips.

You couldn’t answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. You really liked it when he fucked you with his tongue, and you were practically in love when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. You missed the feeling of your pre-cum on his lips, but it was cut short when he pulled his face back, teasing you.

“Answer me, princess.”

“No, I don't.”

It’s like something woke up inside of him. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure you never wanted to stop.

Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it’s not like it really mattered though, ‘cause you came real hard. You bucked your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he started drinking your cum, thumb on your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.

He’d brought his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didn’t know where all this nerve came from, presumably because he’s made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; it’s not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name lover and over, he pulled them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.

“Choso, I’m, I, fuck!”

Hit me with your sweet love…

Fuck, he was so good. You couldn’t help but fall over as he kissed you, soft and sweet. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. Your body was practically begging him, waitin’ so long for his touch. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation. It was really pissing you off.

“Hm, that doesn’t make sense then, does it?”

“You’re more than a friend, Choso.”

At this point, he’d taken everything but his boxers off, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch, he was making you feel a lot of things you hadn’t really felt before, definitely more than your vibrator had done. He brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his dick as he looked down at you.

“More than a friend, huh?”

Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.

“Yes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!”

“No problem.”

He slammed his hips into yours, you couldn’t hlp but groan his name, making him grip you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could look you in your eyes.

 “When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Months ago.”

“So, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?”

He began that slow pace again, what was he a fucking detective? You decided to just tell him the truth, hopefully then he’d shut the fuck up.

“No, I liked you for a while! Thought you didn’t like me ‘til I met you in the library!”

Guess that satisfied him, ‘cause he hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time he’d give you a hard thrust.

“I want you, princess.”

To be fair, you hadn’t really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; they’d just ogle you, but you wanted someone who’d claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didn’t have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way he’d moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didn’t wanna come down.

“Then, I’m yours.”

Steal me with a kiss.

That made him feral. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. Finally, you came, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you; he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you, your hands just falling to your side, too fucked out to move.

I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch….

Choso fell beside you and looked over; you were pretty damn tired; he made you cum over and over again, like a song on repeat. He’d helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car, getting you in it and starting it.

“Ima take ya home, okay?”

You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it. No way you were going home! Why’d you wanna go back there when you could sleep with your boyfriend?

“Wanna go home with you!”

“Whatever ya want, princess.”

He gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, helping you get into one of his t-shirts, such a good guy, makin’ you feel all safe. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest as you got comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.

“Night, baby!”

You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.

Consider this mission complete ;)

I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch!

♱ the song used in this story is bubblegum bitch by marina and the diamonds. 🖤

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[moonbeamwritings]

♡ the post that started it all ♡

When you open the front door to your apartment and move to hang your coat up on the rack, you find Atsumu's MSBY jacket already draped on it, his gym sneakers left right below it.

You expect to hear the shower running or to find your boyfriend snuggled up on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and relaxing after practice. You even brace yourself to be pulled into a bone-crushing, feet-off-the-ground hug or to be attacked with a barrage of kisses. Instead, your apartment is quiet, eerily quiet. Atsumu's nowhere to be found.

"Baby?" you call, dropping your work bag on the floor and waiting for a response.

Nothing.

You try again. "'Tsumu?"

Toeing off your shoes, you wait again, movements stilling as you strain to listen for any signs of life. Your apartment isn't big, not large enough for your voice could get lost down the hall, anyhow. It's weird, you think. Maybe he's got headphones in or something.

The bathroom door is open when you pass it, the room dark. Not there, just as you expected. A light is on in the bedroom, casting a long shadow in the hallway, and the start of Atsumu's name dies on your lips just as you grip the door handle and gently push it the rest of the way open.

You find Atsumu flexing in front of your full length mirror, his shirt off and black gym shorts hiked up his legs, dangerously close to the crook of his thighs. And it's nothing you haven't seen before, of course not, but it's like you've stumbled upon a fine jewel, a shimmering crystal. You have no choice but to ogle him.

As if under some sort of spell, your eyes travel across the broad expanse of his shoulders, studying the intricate build of his back muscles. They follow the slim line of his waist, and you resist the desire to surge forward and grab it. Each part of him is distractingly well built, handsome in a way that reminds you of Grecian sculptures. He'd be one hell of a muse if you had any talent with a hammer and chisel.

What really steals your attention are the silken pink bows straining around the thickness of his thighs. It's obscene, the way he flexes and relaxes the muscles there, all wrapped up in pretty ribbons. You wonder if you need to start wiping drool from the corner of your mouth.

The first thing out of your mouth is a long, low whistle. "'S all this for me?"

Atsumu jumps, whipping around just as his phone drops to his side. "You-" His face burns, a blush scorching a rosy path along his cheeks and down his neck, up to the tips of his ears. Cute. "Yer home early!"

"Is that bad?" You creep over to him like a predator stalks its prey, taking slow, calculated steps. A coy smile plays on your lips.

"No!" His tone is an octave higher, more evidence of his embarrassment at being caught red-handed. He clears his throat. "No, of course not." A kiss lands on your lips the moment you're close enough.

"And what exactly were you doing with these?" Fingers travel down to brush across the ends of the bows. "They're so pretty."

"Well ya mentioned that trend, 'nd I thought it might be a nice surprise, since you've been workin' so hard and all." He shrugs. "Wasn't really expectin' ya to catch me takin' the pictures, though."

What a blessing Atsumu Miya is.

"Oh, baby," you coo, squishing his warm cheek in your palm, "aren't you the sweetest?" You eye him for a moment before kissing the corner of his mouth. "You look hot."

Any embarrassment morphs into pride in a blink at the praise. Atsumu's chest puffs, closing the space between you as a smirk starts to grow. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

An arm curls around your waist just as his grin grows more mischievous. "And it's all for you." Atsumu's tone deepens, dropping an octave as he tells you, "Now ya get to enjoy the show live-" He kisses you then. "and in-person."

Your expression matches his, gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips. "Lucky me."

[xavviquz]

♥︎ you and satoru are teachers at jujutsu tech.. what could go wrong? ♥︎ - fem!reader x satoru gojo

warnings // !!MDNI!! semi public sex (reader n gojo are in the supply closet), quicky, praise, breast fondling, nicknames (sweetie, love, baby, ect.), gojo fingers the reader :P , unprotected sex, humiliation(?)

notes // you two are in a secret relationship bcs yk.. whats better than secret relationships right?? megumi is the only one who knows because of gojos big mouth. anyhow, hope you enjoy ♡ ! wc: 1.6k

synopsis: gojo cant help himself around you when you look so serious and professional.. so whats the harm in a little fun in work?

you and gojo were teachers at jujutsu tech, teaching the first years about cursed spirits, techniques, weapons and what not.

the milisecond you had applied for the job after years of killing cursed spirits yourself, you didnt know what sorts of mess you were getting into. bickering, arguing, constant chatting was NOT something you wanted to hear your whole life mostly every day. although gojo had a way of making you feel better durring those horrid days.

as you were in the middle of flipping through endless paper work, your hair tied up in a bun and those glasses of yours falling off every now and then as you rest your cheek on your hand. your hand began to feel like mush, your handwriting getting sloppier and unreadable. as you were just drifting off to sleep, the sound of the door sliding wide open, the clacking of shoes came hitting the dark wood floors.

“someones workin’ hard.” satoru walked over to your desk, kneeling down, resting his head in his arms and on your table with a smile. “c’mon sweet stuff, hate to see ya working so hard..” he gave a pouty expression, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“you know i have work to do, ‘toru.. and plus, what if we get caught? then what do we do?” you shrugged, rubbing your temples, clearly agitated at the moment.

satoru rolled his eyes, glancing around the room as he got up from the position he was in. and there it was. a storage closet. satoru pointed his thumb into the direction of the closet, but before he could bother getting one measly word out, you shut him down.

“we are NOT going in there, and we are not having sex. can’t you atleast see i’m a little occupied??” great. now you were agitated and horny just at the thought of it. your panties were slightly soaked already, but you refused to admit something like that.

“c’mon baby, please..? for me.” satoru groaned, slumping his walk toward you as he crouched down at your chair, placing his head on your thigh. you sighed, glancing down at him. he always knew exactly what you wanted. even if you didnt exactly tell him.

satoru started rubbing the insides of your thigh, awaiting your answer with a small whine. and in what position were you to refuse him? you were horny and upset. what other ways to clear your mind than sex? your eyes rolled over to his, looking at him so helpless and needy. “fine. 15 minutes, nothin’ more, nothin’ less. i dont want complaining either, ‘toru.”

satoru immediately stood up, motioning a zipper on his mouth, locking it, and throwing away the key.

as soon as you rised from your chair, he picked you up as if you were a feather, wrapping your legs around his waist. satoru carried you over to the storage closet. it was lit by one small lightbulb at the top of the ceiling, flickering as it got turned on.

as much as you’d love to have sex with satoru, the most of your worries were the first years coming in and looking for you two. what if they looked in the closet? or maybe even heard your moans slipping from your mouth and into the filth of the situation? and—

your thoughts were interrupted by satoru kissing the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on the back. soft hums left your throat as you moved your head more to the side. you held satoru’s cheek, carressing it as he continued planting his kisses.

his hand slithered up to the buttons of your uniform, one by one becoming undone. satoru’s mouth left your neck, cocking his head to the side as he looked at each button snapping off. you undid the bottom half, taking off the jacket. satoru didnt even bother undoing each button when it came to the white top you wore. your bra was practically showing through the clothes anyways.

few seconds later, he ended up using his cursed energy to rip that top in half. the breeze hit your back, shivering as goosebumps formed. “‘toru! you dont have to keep ripping my clothes apart.” you snapped your head back at him, giving the other a grouchy look.

satoru rolled his eyes at your reaction, unzipping his pants. “you aren’t gonna let me do all the work, are you?” he leaned back on a shelf, looking down at your ass while you slowly slid down your panties, leaving yourself wet and bare for him. satoru smirked at the sight before him, a hand trailing up your thigh and to your cunt.

two fingers entered your pussy, searching for that same spot that had pleasured you countless of times before. a moan slipped past your lips immediately. with an arched back, you looked back at satoru who was clearly getting off at your small whimpers and moans, along with the sounds of his fingers thrusting in your cunt.

as he continued to thrust his fingers in your pussy, his hand slipped down to his boxers, jerking himself off at the sight of you. “sshit baby, you look so perfect..” he whispered underneath his breath, rolling his head back.

“mmphf.. ‘toru.. just put it in please..” the thrusts were rhythmatic and relentless. satoru knew your insides like the back of his hand. suddenly, his fingers dug deeper into your cunt, making you throw your head back in pleasure, covering your mouth to prevent any louder noises.

your eyes were almost crystal clear, faint sniffling was heard while you whined out satoru’s name. as each thrust dug into your insides, the more it slowly killed you that satoru wasnt inside by now.

satoru rolled his head back as he continued jerking himself off. soon, his hand left his cock and went up to your bra, unclipping it as he continued to press into your cunt. “good girl.. so fuckin’ wet f’me..” he whispered in your ear, slightly bending your body down as he leaned on you.

he fondled with your breasts and continued thrusting his fingers into you. the more that this continued, the more you found yourself shaking and whimpering his name pathetically. “mmnh.. ‘toru please..” your cries for satoru was like music to his ears.

satoru pulled down his boxers, slowly edging into you. his hand made his way to your mouth, sticking the two fingers he fucked you with down your throat.

just as he was about to spout out some nonsense about how good you’re taking him, three sets of footsteps came into the classroom. the two of you could hear faint talking and desks moving. though you two knew exactly who they were.

nobara, megumi, and yuji. you looked back at satoru but he only smirked, starting to thrust into you slowly. you moaned onto his fingers, trying to keep yourself silent from the pleasure you felt.

satoru’s hand left your breast, holding your hips in place just so he could thrust into you all the more deeper and faster. “hha.. i wonder what the students would think if they saw you like this..” he said it with such intention as if he were actually gonna open the door and fuck you raw infront of them.

you shook your head, your mind fuzzing up at the little things. you could barely take note of what he was saying.

satoru cocked his head to the side, looking at your face which had droop dripping from your chin. “perfect.. mind if i take a picture?” you didnt even have to answer. he already knew whag you were gonna say anyways.

he pulled out his phone from his back pocket, taking a selfie with him kissing the back of your neck, and you completely fucked out of your mind. of course as satoru was.. he forgot to put his phone on silent.

a flash came on, blinding your eyes but you were too mindless to care. click! .. you immediately looked at him, your mind breaking from the sudden trance you were in.

“did you hear that?” yuji looked over to the closet, looking around at megumi and nobara to see if they had heard that same click sound.

“i did now that you mention it, it came from over there didnt it?” nobara pointed over to the closet, looking at the slightly opened door. it was cracked open just enough for them to stick their eyes through and look around.

satoru chuckled, whispering down to your ear. “i wonder what that noise could be..” he said as he continued thrusting after a little while of being silent and still. his hands gripped at your waist as you tried to match his pace without making so much noise at the same time.

as yuji and nobara got more curious about the click sound, they got closer and closer to the storage closet.

megumi glanced at the two, looking at his phone, walking up behind the two. “c’mon, gojo said we gotta meet him outside in the front.” as if. satoru was still fucking your brains into mush, praising each part of your body. he started to whisper small ‘i love you’s. he grew close to cumming, begging you to cum together as if you havent already.

“please baby.. f’me okay? together.” he whispered under his breath as you nod, satoru smiled at your agreement, cumming inside of you right after. you were completely drained and leaking. you could barely stand at all really.

satoru helped you with your clothes, giving you his white button up, putting back on your jacket. as soon as the both of you were done getting changed, he sat you down back at your office.

“see you at home, baby, dont be late.” he said in a cheery smile as he waved goodbye. you smile and nodded back, realizing what else you didnt have on. your panties. you sighed and hit your head on your desk. panty stealing thief.

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[bellaxgiornata]

It's been awhile since y'all have gotten an internal character dialogue from me, but something weird has been happening this week up in my head with the fictional men who call it home so I had to make one. As always, it's below the cut! Something is going on with Matty and I don't know what...

Me, walking in through the front door: Okay boys, so I've finally got a day off to focus on writing and my plan was--

[Frank looks up from his newspaper, a coffee in one hand. Mikey lowers his book to his lap on the other end of the couch.]

Me, looking around: Where is Matt? Is he sleeping in?

Frank, focusing back on his newspaper: Red isn't here.

Me, raising a brow at Mikey: So he's just...willingly disappeared? Left the pair of you here all alone to get all the attention today? Again?

Mikey, shrugging: Dunno. Seems like it. Not goin' to catch me complainin' 'bout it though.

Me, eyes narrowing: Okay, but he's been quiet all week. Why has he been quiet all week?

Frank, glancing back up from his paper: 'Cause he's been gone all week.

Me, suspiciously: ...gone doing what?

Frank, focusing on his coffee: I ain't his babysitter. Don't know what he's up to. All I know is that he hasn't been here and it's been quiet. Kinda nice, actually.

Mikey, gesturing a hand towards the bookshelf: Ya know, come to think of it, I think I last saw him readin' some o' your binders over there. The story ideas ya have? Thought I caught him cryin'.

Me: Which binder did he have?

Mikey, shrugging again: Dunno. Didn't see the title.

Me: Okay, well were they happy tears or sad tears?

Mikey, apologetic: Sorry, love, I dunno.

Me, focusing on Frank: Do you have any idea what he was reading?

Frank, reading his newspaper: Been busy playing with Lily all week. I got no damn clue what Red has been up to. Maybe he just needed a week off. Needed a break or somethin'.

Me, suspiciously eyeing the bookshelf of fic ideas: Maybe...but I might need to go find him later... He's been far too quiet, it's not normal.

Frank, looking up from his paper hopefully: But you're gonna keep working on the last half of that chapter for me today, right? You almost finished it.

Mikey, also looking hopeful: And ya are still workin' on either chapter idea ya had for Safe Haven or She Lit a Fire, yeah?

Me: Yeah, I'm still working on those. Just hope I don't find Matt passed out in a dumpster somewhere when I do go looking for him later.

Frank: He's a big boy, he'll be fine.

Mikey: I'm sure he just needed a bit o' time to himself, pet. He'll be back.

Me, feeling nervous: I sure hope you boys are right...

[obaex]

a little dirty - jj maybank

summary: you find that watching jj work can be very... distracting

words: 800

warnings: fluff, a lil' (very?) suggestive

a/n: just a little something short and sweet! inspired by tuxedo by clare dunne, which is so jj coded i needed to write something for it.

Oh, my man He got them real strong hands And after workin’ all day out in that hot sunshine He comes walkin’ in always lookin' so fine Oh, my heart Lights up like shooting stars He’s like a knight in shining armor with them blue jeans on Dirty white tee and my baby don't need no tuxedo

It was hot.

You were no stranger to the heat of the late summer that rolled off the marsh in waves, but the storm that had blown through the night before left Kildare feeling even more humid than usual, the air heavy like wet blanket. Plus, it had knocked the power out, leaving you without electricity and without air conditioning.

You felt the heat cling to your skin as sweat gathered at the base of your neck and you padded through the house, trying to tidy up and get chores done, reveling in the infrequent breeze that snuck through the open windows.

You could hear JJ in the backyard trying to clear the debris from the storm, including a large tree that had come down and just missed the back porch. You wandered over to check on him, leaning against the doorframe of the open screen door. He was carrying limbs and branches two times his size over his shoulder, hoisting them up and dragging them to the back corner of your property. Even from your vantage point you could see the way the muscles in his arms rippled with the effort.

He was breathing heavily as he made his way back, his chest straining against the fitted white t-shirt he had on that was now doppled with sweat, and streaked with dirt. He lifted the bottom corner of his tee to wipe the sweat off of his face, giving you a tantalizing peek at his toned stomach that lay beneath, his abs glistening with sweat, glinting in the strong sun. Your eyes trailed lower to the clear v-line that trailed into the jeans and boxers that hung low on his hips and you swallowed, a blush finding your cheeks at just how good he looked, even when he was dripping with sweat and covered in dirt.

He dropped his shirt and lifted his head to see you gazing at him. He held a hand over his eyes to see you better, his signature smirk breaking clear across his face as he started to make his way over to you. “Like what you see, pretty girl?” he asked.

Your cheeks blushed a deeper shade of crimson and you bit your bottom lip, breaking his intense gaze to glance at your feet, self-conscious that he had caught you staring.

“Mm’maybe I do” you replied coyly as his wide gait closed the distance between you and he hopped up the porch steps, stopping on the step just below you, leaving you eye level.

Your eyes traced his face, the way his tan skin glistened with sweat and his ocean blue eyes twinkled at you as you reached out to wipe a smudge of dirt off his cheek. At this close distance you could smell his sweat, a salty scent that was distinctly him mixed with the sweet smell of the wood he had been hauling. Maybe it shouldn't be, but to you, it was intoxicating. He was close enough that you could feel the heat coming off of his body and all of yours tingled in response as your heart hammered in your chest and your eyes fell to his lips.

“Do you maybe wanna come inside and not cool off with me?” you hinted, inching even closer to him and his perfect pink lips.

He ducked his head and ran his fingers through his damp hair.

“I would love nothing more, princess, but I’m soaked and I smell, you don’t want—”

“—You have no idea what I want, JJ Maybank” you said, interrupting him as you looped two of your fingers into his beltloops and pulled him flush to you, silencing him by pressing your lips to his.

Your sweaty skin against his suctioned you to each other and the second your lips met, his hands came to cup either side of your face. You could feel his calloused palms on your soft cheeks, could feel the dirt coming off of them and you couldn’t care less as his tongue glided over yours and you hummed in response. His lips were salty with sweat and he was already pressing you backwards into the house, guiding your body with his own towards your bedroom.

His hands left your face and he grabbed the back of your thighs without ever breaking his kiss; your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing you even closer to him as he continued to walk you through your house.

“Not afraid to get a little dirty?” he mumbled in a smile against your lips.

“Not even a little” you replied as he tossed you on the bed.

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[withclawandvine]

title: meet you after dark 

tags: smut, 18+ only, slight domme/sub dynamics. what can i say… i love it when men beg, y’know those statues of men on their knees for a woman?? this is my love letter to that 

wc: 4k

summary: Elain’s fingers knotted in his hair, and she used the leverage to push his head back, giving herself access to the near-feverish skin of his throat. Her legs locked around his waist as she kissed a path up to his ear before whispering, “What else do you think about?” 

“You,” he said, breathless as he tilted his face up to the stars, exposing more of his throat and moaning gratefully when she scraped her teeth over the taut skin. “What you feel like. The kinds of noises you’d make, how you’ll taste.” 

author’s note: i can’t believe this is finally done !!!! i’ve been workin on this shit since like.... march?? it was literally supposed to be for elriel month 😭😭😭

read on ao3 here!!

After years of hard work, the garden, nestled in the peaks surrounding Velaris, was once again lush and expansive. The couple the land belonged to had called it home for what might have been eons, for all Elain knew. She was honored they had trusted her not only with the garden’s reconstruction, but also with tending to it while they stayed with relatives. 

Three tiers had been carved into the mountainside, all connected by cobbled staircases that led to meandering paths through the flora. Elain sat on a blanket along the low wall dividing the highest tier from the middle, her feet hanging over the ledge, toes just barely skimming the soft grass beneath.  

The long afternoon of harvesting, pruning, and weeding under the sun had left her with aching hands and pink cheeks. And for her efforts, she’d been encouraged to take whatever she wanted for herself. 

From the basket at her side, Elain withdrew an apricot and bit into it. Juice dripped down her chin and onto her front, making her once again grateful for the stained overalls she wore. The garment was perfect for gardening, right down to the pocket stitched into the panel that covered her chest. The pant legs, made of breezy linen, hid her shape almost as well as a dress, while being much easier to move around in — less likely to catch on branches or her own feet. 

She leaned back on her elbows to watch the lowering sun set the sky ablaze, then disappear behind the mountains, bringing the stars to life, and along with them, the night-blooming flora. Some, she’d recognized from her old garden at the estate on the other side of the wall, while others — such as those with faintly glowing petals — were native to Prythian. She sat among it all, breathing in their heady scent and mountain air, in perfect serenity. 

Until her pointed ears twitched at a faint noise from above. A rhythmic drumming grew louder with each beat, until the sound was accompanied by a breeze that swept up the fine tendrils of hair that had escaped her braid and a dark, powerful figure landing softly in the grass. 

He wore no armor, wasn’t cast in the azure glow of siphons, or surrounded by swirling shadows. It didn’t matter. Elain, whether she wanted to or not, would recognize Azriel anywhere. 

She stiffened, eyeing him warily. 

He’d landed in the middle of the garden level below where she sat, several paces away. But still closer to her than he had been in weeks, when they’d been seated across the table from each other at a mandatory family dinner at the river house. 

It was the first one Azriel hadn’t been able to wiggle out of since Solstice and it had been painfully uncomfortable. Their sole conversation had lasted roughly two minutes, and Azriel spent the entirety of it looking anywhere but at her, his eyes shifting around the room, as if searching for anything that might liberate him. 

Elain couldn’t begin to fathom why he’d intentionally seek her out now, and he certainly wasn’t making it any clearer as he remained still and silent. 

“Are you going to stand there like a gargoyle all night, or were you planning on saying hello?” 

“Hello.” 

Despite herself, Elain couldn’t contain her laugh. The sharp, undignified snort breaking the tension between them. Her keen Fae eyes could make out the flash of Azriel’s teeth in the dark, making her heart jump. A genuine smile on Azriel’s face reminded Elain of Starfall; it was as brilliant as it was ephemeral, and stirred in her the same sort of dewey-eyed wonder. 

She willed the feeling away; she couldn’t let herself fall back into him or her own guilelessness. She cleared her throat, as if it might expel any lingering traces of her laughter from her voice. “Is there something I can do for you?”

But as he ventured closer to Elain’s perch, Azriel just asked, “Is this one of the gardens you helped rebuild?”

“I’ve been checking on it while Celstine and Zekiah spend the summer in the Dawn Court with Celestine’s sister,” she said, feeling two steps behind. As if to make up for it, her next words came out in a rush. “And they asked me to draw up some plans for a water feature.” 

She pointed up to the empty space next to the house and started explaining her ideas for a pond that would cascade over the nearest wall into a trench dug to look like a natural stream that would slither through the whole garden. She’d read about a system of spelled pipes that would force the water at the end back up into the pond so it never ran dry. 

Azriel’s attention never wavered, and damn if it didn’t remind her of her first Solstice, how engaged he’d been as she sketched and rambled, even going so far as to encourage her to go on once she’d fallen into self-conscious quiet. Like there was nothing else he’d rather be doing at half-past midnight. 

Elain felt the ache of losing it — whatever it was they’d shared — all over again. 

So she steeled herself, made her voice hard when she asked, “And is that what you came to discuss? Water delivery systems?” 

Finally taking a few steps toward her, he said, “It’s not.” 

“Then what is it you need?” 

It was unlikely that Rhysand would need her for anything, and if Feyre wanted to send a message, she would knock on the doors of Elain’s mind. Could Nesta have sent him? 

Elain was still trying hard to sound disinterested as he stopped right in front of her. If she wanted, she could swing her leg and kick him. Her left foot twitched, as if persuaded into motion by the mere thought. 

“A moment of your time, away from —” Azriel’s jaw worked, forcefully holding words back. “Please.”

His eyes found hers, heavy and imploring. It was that small fracture in his composed exterior, rather than the plea itself, that made her nod. 

“I lied,” he said. “On Solstice, when I said we were making a mistake.” 

Elain felt herself recoil at the word, but Azriel pressed on, undeterred. “I go back to that night all the time. What I’d do differently. What might’ve been if…” 

Azriel leaned in closer, the words fizzling out. As if he’d driven himself to distraction by daring to cradle her cheek in a rough palm. 

“If?” Elain prompted, a little breathless. 

“If I’d just…” he murmured, thumb tracing over her bottom lip. And when he leaned in, she didn’t stop him. His lips brushed against hers — a soft, sweet thing. Tentative and brief, it was nothing like the kiss that would’ve been, had he gone through with it that night, when the air had already been laden with desire. 

“If I’d told you that I once thought myself something of an expert on longing,” he said. “And that after spending so many years yearning for my freedom, for a family, for something that was truly mine, I knew everything there was to know about wanting something you didn’t have — knew how to live with it.” 

“But then I met you, and I…” His smile is faint, and a bit rueful. “It was different than before, when I was young and hoping for things that seemed impossible. Because you were within my reach. And yet, all I could do was want you. And I have carried it with me for so long, and I have said nothing — even when I should have — but I’m saying it now. I have to say it now.”

With a gentle hold on her chin, Azriel tilted her head back a little, so his lips nearly brushed hers when he said, “Because I don’t just lose sleep thinking up grand speeches.” 

There had been thousands of questions racing through her head for months, answers she wouldn’t allow herself to beg him for. She was still angry, still hurt. But all of it was losing the battle for her attention while Azriel stood between her knees and the feel of him still buzzed on her lips. 

Elain’s fingers knotted in his hair, and she used the leverage to push his head away, giving herself access to the near-feverish skin of his throat. Her legs locked around his waist as she kissed a path up to his ear before whispering, “What else do you think about?” 

When his only response was a strangled groan, Elain nipped at a sensitive spot below his ear, prodding. 

“You,” he said, breathless as he tilted his face up to the stars, exposing more of his throat and moaning gratefully when she scraped her teeth over the taut skin. “What you feel like. The kinds of noises you’d make, how you’ll taste.” 

The admission was like oil poured over the smoldering embers of her arousal. 

“Do you still want to know?”

Head tilted coyly, she watched Azriel all but shudder as the words and their meaning landed.

There was hardly anything seductive about unfastening the buttons keeping her overalls secure before having to wiggle out of them, but Azriel watched the graceless movements like a charmed snake. And when she struggled to kick her feet free, he sank smoothly to his knees and guided the garment over each one. 

A hand lingered, wrapping around her ankle and worrying his thumb over the bone. The heat of his touch rolling through her like thunder.

He hadn’t been the only one to fall victim to wanting and wondering. Elain was desperate to memorize the taste and shape of him. But even as he gazed up at her — drinking in every inch of her newly exposed skin, her nipples, peaked through her undershirt — eyes dark and heavily lidded, Elain couldn’t let herself forget that she’d been here before. 

Or rather, in a dim corridor, to be left feeling humiliated by her desire and betrayed by the object of it.

Now she was half naked and soaking through her panties, but if she was going to offer any of it up to Azriel again, she needed some reassurance, indisputable proof that he wanted her. 

Without giving herself the chance to think herself out of it, Elain pushed her panties aside and dipped her fingers into her wet center, gasping a little at how easily they slid in. She watched Azriel’s face, the hungry way he licked his bottom lip, as she circled her clit with trembling fingers. 

She felt Azriel reach for her other ankle, then the tensing of muscles, poised to pull her closer. A shift in energy that built… then buckled under his hesitation. Whether he had intended to back away or pull her closer, Elain would never know, because she moved first. 

She brought her slick fingers to his mouth, felt his satisfied hum as he closed his lips around them. 

Elain’s breath caught at the sight of him, a warrior, powerful and unyielding, on his knees before her, savoring the taste of her on her fingertips as he looked up at her with heavy-lidded eyes. Even in the dark, it was easy the desire plainly etched into his face. Gone was the impassive spy, the formidable soldier. 

This was Azriel. Open and vulnerable. Gentle and…  

“Beautiful,” she whispered, and pushed down on his tongue a little, just to watch his eyes roll back, before pulling her hand away, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip and wiping away the trail of spit. 

She felt his shaky exhale against her skin as his wings twitched, the movement small, brief, and agitated. It was a silly impulse to reach out and stroke the arc of bone that formed the top of his right wing, as if he were an anxious horse, but it was also impossible to resist. 

He trembled under the caress, and the wounded sound he made had Elain yanking her hand back in surprise. 

The question that had been forming in her mind was answered when Azriel leaned in, chasing her touch, and let out a very unspecific “please.” 

She touched him again, more purposefully this time, and Azriel muffled his moan by pressing his face into her thigh. Elain’s fingers straying along the inner curve of his wing had him sinking his teeth into her skin. The pain was sharp, but short-lived, arousal its echo, pulsing through her. 

Azriel looked up at her, nostrils flaring. 

“I need another taste,” His voice, usually cool and smooth as a midnight breeze, was gravelly and low. It struck her, this change in him — the knowledge that he trusted her with it. “Need you to come in my mouth.” 

“So greedy,” she mused, unable to fight the smile pulling at her lips. 

“Yes,” he agreed readily, then paused to kiss the delicate skin where the mark from his teeth was already blooming. 

“You…” he shook his head a little, breathing out a soft, dumbfounded laugh, as if he couldn’t quite believe that after such a long life of convincing himself that he was content on the fringes, he was finally allowing himself to want more. “I’ll take anything you’re willing to give me.”

Elain’s heart soared at the words while her body burned hot from the way he spoke them. She wanted to swear to give him everything; she wanted to put her lips to better use. But in her indecision, she must’ve been quiet for too long, because wariness had crept into Azriel’s gaze, the way he said her name. 

Her hand found his cheek, her thumb caressing the flushed skin, which seemed to settle him. 

“I like you like this,” she admitted with a blush. And as Azriel looked at her with black eyes, chest heaving, she thought he might like it too. Kneeling for her, being at her mercy. She moved her foot, nudging his stiff cock, and his hips jerked at the contact. 

“Fuck, Elain,” Azriel groaned. “Please.”

He pinched the lace waistband of her underwear between his thumb and forefinger, and pulled at the material gently, supplicatingly.

At her nod, Azriel slid them down Elain’s legs. 

His hands were hot and frenetic, guiding her gently onto her back with her feet hanging over the ledge, toes skimming the grass below, reaching for an ankle and propping it on his shoulder. The cool night air against her wet cunt made her whimper, the soft sound seeming to echo through the otherwise still night. 

As awkward as the position was, Elain kept herself propped up on her elbows, so she could keep looking at Azriel. Watch his eyes, heavily-lidded and cloudy with lust, flutter closed with the first broad lick through her folds. 

And with that one taste, it was as if all the urgency had bled from his body. 

He’d gotten what he needed, so now he could take his time getting what he wanted: Elain, pliant and breathless, as he teased her with his tongue, slow and indulgent. 

“Azriel,” she whined as he took clit between his lips, sucking at her. It was as if the heat and tension building in her abdomen was sapping the strength from everything else — her voice, now high and reedy. Her legs, shaking under Azriel’s hands. Her arms, buckling and dropping her flat on her back.

Elain couldn’t see Azriel anymore, but gods could she hear him. He moaned into her, noisy and salacious. Letting her arousal coat his nose and chin, and then smearing it on her trembling thighs when he pulled away from her pussy to kiss and nip at them. 

She was panting by the time he sank a finger into her, slowly working her open while his tongue circled her clit, before adding another. And when his fingers found that sweet spot inside her, the stars above swirled like a snowstorm. 

Squirming, Elain couldn’t decide if she wanted reprieve from the burning pleasure sparking in her core or if she wanted to chase it. 

The choice was made for her by a hand, splayed across her stomach and pinning her in place. Too breathless to make any real noise, Elain’s mouth fell open, a cry caught in her throat, as she came. 

Azriel settled back to watch himself fuck her through it on his fingers, moaning as if it were his cock inside her instead — pulsing around him, begging  him to stay. 

Still so wet and sensitive, Elain was sure that if he kept going, he would make her come again. But if that was going to happen, she didn’t want it to be while she couldn’t really see him or get her hands on him. Suddenly desperate to have him closer, she clumsily surged forward and grabbed his shirt collar.

Only when she knew he was getting to his feet did she let go and settle herself at the center of the blanket, giving him the space to climb up after her. But the instant he was within her reach, Elain was crashing back into him, capturing his lips in a near vicious kiss, needing his mouth to be on her again, in one way or another. 

She could taste herself on his tongue, feel his hands shaking as they cradled her head, fingers knotting in her hair. Elain reached again for Azriel’s shirt, pulling at it, trying fruitlessly to peel it away.

“Take it off,” she breathed, dimly aware that she was the one begging now. 

But as if it had been a command, Azriel unraveled the network of buttons and flaps keeping his shirt on his back, then grabbed a fistful of the fabric covering his chest and yanked it off. 

The fastenings of his pants were much more straightforward. 

As he sat back with his weight braced on his hands, Elain crawled into his lap. She knelt, trapping his legs between hers, feeling as if she could melt into the heat of his skin on her thighs, the curve of her ass. While one of her hands curled around his hip, the other wrapped lightly around his length, flushed and dripping with arousal. 

Azriel sucked in a stuttering breath, as if she’d punched him in the gut instead. 

Elain quirked a brow — a little surprised and a little smug — but he was unabashed, arching into her touch, his hands coming to clutch at her waist. He was uninhibited in the way he reacted to the languid slide of her fist, yet clearly holding back. She could feel it in his fingertips, the way they dug into her ribs — the effort it was taking to keep still and let her touch him as she pleased. 

Azriel’s cock throbbed in her hand, and she squeezed him at the base, just enough to keep him from tipping over the edge, to pull a low whimper from his throat. 

Tempted as she might have been to continue toying with him, nothing compared to Elain’s desire to feel him everywhere. 

“Can I —” 

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please.” 

She never said what she wanted, didn’t get the chance to ask for it, but Elain got the sense that it wouldn’t have made a difference.

With a hand on his shoulder for support, she guided him into her, bracing herself for pain. But while, yes, there was some discomfort as she stretched to accommodate him, Elain felt most intensely the relief of having him. It was the first bite of food hitting a growling stomach, a flushed cheek against the cool side of the pillow on a hot night. 

One of Azriel’s hands trailed to the apex of her thighs, his thumb finding her clit. A feathery, coaxing touch to tempt her body into staying pliant for him until she sat heavy in his lap, her legs loosely wrapped around his waist. 

Elain’s fingers linked behind his neck. Under her thumbs, she could feel the blood surging, propelled by a ferocious, erratic heartbeat. 

“Does it…” Azriel started, the words choking out as Elain clenched around him, adjusting. “How do you feel?” 

Her response came more as a sigh than a word, “Good.” 

Elain rocked against him, slow and deep. So exquisitely full, she could feel him everywhere. “You feel so good.” 

Azriel practically whined at the praise. His hands slid up her body, pushing her shirt up as he went, finally exposing all of her to him. His fingers roamed all of it — from her wrists to her shoulders, her hips to her ribs — before splaying across her back, fingertips pressing into the skin, holding her to him. 

Elain’s arms fell back down around his neck, cradling his head between her shoulder and her palm, holding him just as tightly. He turned his face into the spot behind her ear where she always dabbed her perfume oil, inhaling heavily, as if trying to trap her scent inside his lungs. 

It was a slower burn than before, but no less intense. Every touch, every roll of her hips stoking the fire until she was entirely consumed by the heat, her desire. Became single-minded in her need. Azriel must have been thinking the same thing, because as her hand strayed to one of his wings, his drifted down to where their bodies were joined. 

A few messy circles of his fingers and Elain was coming. The hand in Azriel’s hair closed into a fist, holding him tight to her, the crook of her neck muffling the near-guttural sounds he made as she fluttered and squeezed around his cock. 

And then Azriel was leaning forward, getting his knees under him and letting the momentum tip Elain onto her back. He braced himself over her, one of his hands between the back of her head and the ground. Cradling her gently, even as he fucked her without restraint. 

Elain’s arms, which had landed limply at her sides, wind around his shoulders, at first to hold him, then to reach again for the sensitive membrane of his wings. 

The touch seemed to unravel Azriel and any remaining thread of control he had over his body. The rhythm of hips faltered, becoming frantic and sloppy. His eyes squeezed shut, just before his head fell forward, hanging heavy over her. He was too far gone to do much more than slur something that sounded like her name against her cheek as he came, his whole body tensing with the intensity of it. 

And then, all at once, a softening — his brow smoothed and his eyes fluttered open, holding her gaze. A deep sigh relaxed his clenched jaw. Slowly, his body melted into hers. 

Elain welcomed the comforting weight of him. She curled a hand around the back of his head, gently dragging her nails through his dark hair, damp with sweat. He kissed her collarbone before pressing his cheek flush to her neck  — nuzzling a little, she realized — then shook with a breathy sort of half-laugh that had her thinking he was just as giddy and dazed as she was. 

But when he spoke a moment later, his voice was pensive: a confession, murmured into her skin, “There’s still so much I need to tell you.” 

There was still so much she wanted to know. But Azriel’s warmth was seeping deep into her bones and his fingertips were skimming up and down her arm in a tender, lazy rhythm that had her lulled halfway to sleep. 

“In the morning,” she murmured. 

“We can’t stay out here all night.” 

“I don’t want to leave.” 

You, she thought, I don’t want to leave you.

She hadn’t said the words out loud, but it didn’t matter. Azriel, as he so often did, seemed to understand them anyway.  

“Alright,” he said, tightening his hold on her. “A bit longer then.”

[the1975attheirverybest]

A/N: I know we had our debate about sub vs dom Matty. Not sure what this is but enjoy and let me know what you think!

Summary: Matty being needy.

Warnings: smut.

——

Matty stood in the doorway, his laptop under his arm, watching as she sat in the office chair and frowned at her screen. He didn’t want to interrupt her, but he also couldn’t shake off this clingy feeling. He sighed loudly to alert her to his presents.

Her head shot up. “Oh, hey, you…” her face softened as she saw him.

Matty slouched. “Umm…are you….workin’?” He spoke hesitantly.

“Mhm. Why, what’s up?”

She could see the gears turning in his head, he was clearly holding something back. Trying not to say something. “Matty, everything alright?” she urged him on.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. ‘M fine. Just- umm…” he looked away, silently embarrassed. “Could I- join you?”

The home office was definitely a shared space. But it was mostly Matty’s by convenience. Her job didn’t require nearly as much equipment, or even remote work. So, he was the one to use it most of the time. She only utilized the desk space whenever she had to bring work home with her. Which wasn’t very often. But this month has been a busy one at her job. With Matty being on a short break before the next leg of tour, she’d tried to spend as much time with him as possible, occasionally falling behind on work and needing to make it up. The disruption to her routine aside, this was the hardest part about their relationship. The distance and time apart always made he feel guilty. Neither of them really talked about it much because there was nothing they could do to change it. But the pressure she always put on herself to make every moment in his company count, and the inevitable heartbreak that lingered around after he’d leave to go on the road again, none of it got any easier no matter how much they’d done it before.

She was certain Matty felt it too. He always got extra needy and soft. Especially the last few days leading up to his impending leave. It was like a timer was always on. Ticking away. Waiting to call an end on their moments together. He’d hardly left her side the last couple of days. So, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that he was hovering around now.

“Of course!” She moved her notepad and papers around to make room for him. “Grab a chair.”

“I-I promise I won’t disturb you. Mostly just admin stuff and emails for the label. And I’ve got my trusty headphones, if I need to play anything…” he wanted her to know he respected her work and her space.

“Matty. You’re not disturbing me. C’mon!” She smiled at him reassuringly as he scrambled to get his stuff together and sit by her side. He made a mental note to buy a bigger desk the next time he’s home because this was definitely getting snug.

They passed an excruciating hour working on their respective devices. Matty had exercised all of his self-restraint to keep from just grabbing her and kissing her all over, reminding himself that they both had work to be done. And even if he could put off his own responsibilities, it’d be unfair to expect her to do the same. What he couldn’t control, however, was his head going all foggy and mushy as he sat next to her. Their elbows occasionally brushing, the scent of her perfume, the cute look she gets when she’s focusing really hard on something, the way her hair fell in her eyes as she leaned forward. Gosh, he’d much rather be sharing a bed right now.

She’d definitely felt him sighing, staring longingly. Sneaking glances at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. It wasn’t easy for her either. Writing delicately worded emails was definitely not what she wanted to spend this evening doing. Not with Matty right there. Looking the way he does with his comfy clothes on and his untamed curls. And his eyes. God, his eyes.

He leaned back into his chair, shutting his laptop and fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve anxiously.

“You done?” She turned to look at him.

He nodded. “You?”

“Almost. Got a couple more memos finish.”

He said nothing, simply looking down at his hands as he tugged on his hoodie and tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

“Wanna get started on dinner?” She suggested.

He simply shrugged, keeping his gaze down.

“What?” She chuckled, confused by his current state.

“Not tha’ hungry. Plus- umm- I’d rather be here. With you.” He couldn’t help the red flush in his cheeks, but at least he held back from letting her know about the warm and tingly feeling all over his body. Where he wants her hands. Her lips. Her whole body pressed against his.

“I think….” She checked the time from the corner of her screen “one more hour?”

He wanted to say an hour was too long. He’s bursting at the seams. He needs her right now. He thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t have her full attention right away. “Sure. That’s okay. Take your time. “ was what he mumbled instead.

***

Matty tried to distract himself. He went on his phone for a bit, scrolling through social media, busying himself with mindless activities to keep from nagging her. But he couldn’t help checking the time every few minutes, counting down the seconds, and in spite himself, he stole a look every once in a while, studying her face for any signs of relief. Giggling shyly when she’d catch him looking at her.

“Alright!” She announced triumphantly. “All done.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Matty jumped into her lap, burying her face into her neck and whining.

She chuckled at his impatience, sinking back into her chair and running her fingers through his hair. “What’s gotten into you today?” Her voice tickled his ear.

“Jus’ miss you.”

“Miss me? We’ve literally been together all day.”

He shrugged and kissed her neck. “Still miss you.”

“Someone’s feelin’ needy…”

He nodded enthusiastically, his curls tickling her skin as he moved.

“Want me to take care of you, baby?”

“Mhm. Please?”

She took a moment to think about it, deciding that they’d probably have no time for cooking, she reached around his body to grab her phone from the desk. “Alright, just let me order dinner first.”

***

“M-more, please. Please, baby.” Matty whimpered, his face buried into the mattress. He was too far gone to even know what he was asking for. All he knew is that he wanted more. More of her touch, more of her voice, more pleasure, more pain…more everything.

She chuckled, shaking her head and whispering “greedy” under her breath. Not that he’d heard her.

“N-no, no, wait- please” he whined, pulling his head up to look at her.

“What is it? Did I hurt-“

“No, I’m okay. I- just, umm. Don’t wanna cum too quickly.” He confessed.

“But you said-“

“Wanna keep going. Wanna be with you.”

She frowned and he felt a slight panic at her confusion. Was he being too much? Is he bugging her? Was she over it by now? Did she just wanna be done?

She pulled away for a moment, assessing his sweaty, naked body. They’d been at it for a while. She’d reduce him to a blubbering mess. She could’ve sworn he would’ve wanted to stop soon. “You are with me, babe. You sure you’re alright?”

Matty blushed, feeling silly for being so demanding. But he couldn’t help it. He was intoxicated by her. Completely insatiable. He wasn’t thinking. He nodded. “Promise, I’m fine.”

She moved his supple body so he was laying flat on his back, with her own body hovering on top of him. She pushed the sweaty hair off his eyes, leaning in to kiss him, and laughing when she felt his cock twitch between them. He was definitely ready.

“You’re gonna cum for me now, alright?” Her hand wrapped around him, and he hissed, the sensation intense on his sensitive body.

“You- want me to?”

“Yup”

“O-okay…”

She didn’t have to wait at all, a few motions and he was already dripping.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Matty let go instantly, his hips bucking up, his head straining against the mattress as he trembled at her touch and whispered a string of curses and incoherent pleas. “F-fuck, that- feels so good.”

She peppered gentle kisses all over his face and neck, rubbing his body as he caught his breath.

“Shall we wash up and get ready for dinner?”

Matty’s hand reached for her arm when she went to get up. “Wait! Cuddles first.”

[l0serloki]

Training

Training with Val Agents!

(Chamber, Yoru, Reyna, Phoenix)

CW : GN!Reader, this is really just workin out and practicing aim, Reyna has anxiety

Chamber :

Chamber will be pleased to train with you!

He’s a firm believer that you have to grow on your own so you two do seperate things and come back when you’re done.

If you do want help, he would gladly help you with shooting or even fighting together. (Much like Raze and KJ fighting the bots together.)

“Oh my! What a shot! Where were you hiding that?”

Chamber and you had been working out for what felt like hours. You had thought this was the last shot but then his voice picked up.

“My love, how do you feel about one more challenge? We will use the vandal of course. I would not cheat you with my guns.” He donned a tight lip smile, nimble fingers pushing you the gun. You raised an eyebrow at the little challenge, nodding in acceptance.

“Just one shot though, Vincent. I’m tired.” He agreed and turned off the safety, shooting at the target. It wasn’t bad, being a little below the center. Taking a deep breath, you calmed your body. You pulled the trigger and watched as it landed smack dab in the middle. 

You could only laugh as you heard Chamber’s shocked gasp, turning to grin at the Frenchman.

“Where did that come from?! Why did we do this challenge again?” He screeched, voice a few octaves higher. 

“You were the one who asked!” 

Yoru :

“Man.. You suck.”

Smack him. Please.

He makes little sarcastic comments like that at first before you end up surprising him.

You tried your best and he didn’t even know you had that hidden in you..

Before he walks out, his hand brushes against yours and he murmurs a “Not bad”.

“I’m surprised you are allowed on the field.” Yoru’s snide comment cut through the air making your hairs stand up. He always knew how to push your buttons, even if he wasn’t trying to.

“I’m surprised you have the audacity to speak back when you’re sitting on the ground.” You shot back, eyes narrowing in mock anger. The man just shrugged letting you get back to aim practice. Shot after shot left your gun, each one close if not perfectly in the center. You switched guns and still got the same result, even shocking yourself.

A warm breath ghosted against your neck, finger trailing against your arm.

“Not bad.” His gruff voice whispered, already making his way out.

Next time he came in, you’d really show him up.

Reyna :

She is STRICT.

It’s your training day? She will come with and coach you. She’s used to it anyways with the new recruits!

Unless you specifically say you don’t want her to come.. she joins.

She challenges you to meet new goals so she can make sure you’re always safe.

Ultimately, she just wants you to be safe and well informed of things that can happen on missions. Indulge her and tell her it’s alright!!

“Shoot! Stop shaking.” Reyna’s hands gripped yours, her pulse pounding. Whenever she knew it was your turn to train it sent her spiraling. You assumed it was had something to do with her sister.. Always worrying about if her loved ones would be okay without her. 

You sat the gun down, hands encircling hers. Her purple hues meeting yours.

“Rey, I love you and I’m gonna be fine. I just need to practice so I can be perfect. I can’t be amazing right off the bat.” She bit her lip, nodding along to your words.

“I-I’m sorry love. I let my thoughts get the better of me sometimes. You are right.” She leaned in, lips meeting yours for a quick kiss before stepping back. 

“Keep practicing then. Don’t let me interfere.”

Phoenix :

As long as you train with him, he’s fine!

He loves working out or practicing with you. It felt like a chore before but now he has his partner to entertain!

He will try to speed through it as quickly as possible so you two can go do something else.

Prepare for his hands to linger a bit too much when he fixes your form or helps you.

“Good job, keep it up and you might be as good as me!”

“This is fun, right?” Phoenix’s voice echoed as you ran. Running on the treadmill with him yapping is not what you would consider ‘fun’ but to each their own. You grunted back at the man as he hummed music, continuing to lift his weights.

After what felt like hours, the machine slowed down. You hopped off, feet wobbly against the stable concrete. Hands graced your back as your boyfriend handed you a water. His lips met your forehead, praising you with a “Good job!” As much as it was sweet, you grimaced at the thought of how sweaty you were.

“Thanks babe but I am all nasty. Let's just finish up and get out.” You could only snort as Phoenix shot you finger guns, already running to the next machine. Things were always an adventure with him.

[azzyydoll]

THE BATHHOUSE

JEFF THE KILLER X FEM! READER

Inspired by the game "The Bathhouse" by Chilla's Art.

🧼 🧼 🧼

" Here you go, ma'am!" I said while handing a white towel to a woman who looked like she was in her 50's and sweetly smiled.

"Thank you, hun." She smiled back at me before walking away.

I work at an old bathhouse, one that was built in 1990. I turned on the speaker I brought from home and began to play "Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez.

I was about to sit down when a man came in. "Hello!" I beamed and gave him a sweet smile.

I could hear the smirk in the man's deep voice that was muffled by the black mask he wore.

"Hey there. How's a pretty girl like you doin' on this fine night." the man said and I nervously giggled.

"Oh, no need to flatter. I'm just working."

"Just working, huh?" The man asks and I slowly nod.

"Yes.." I say and hand the man a towel as he looks into my eyes and chuckles.

"You the only one workin' here?" He asks and I let out a 'mhm' and lean onto the counter with a sweet smile.

The man hums and stares at me for a few more seconds before walking away.

"That was..something." I giggle a bit and sit down to scroll through Tumblr.

TIME SKIP

It was closing time and everybody left except for that man from earlier.

"Ugh, I have to go get him." I whine and go to the males side of the bathhouse and begin to walk around.

"Hello! Sir? You can't stay here!" I shout walking around listening for any signs of the man.

"Hello?" I shout one more time before sighing and just standing there like a deer in headlights.

I walk towards the sauna and enter it, leaving the door wide open.

"Doesn't look like he's in here." I mumbled and before I even get to turn around, I'm suddenly grabbed from behind and being carried away from the sauna.

I scream and kick trying to get out of the person's grasp. Tears scream down my face as I hear the person chuckle.

Oh my God.

It's that guy.

It's that guy I was talking to at the counter!

But he seemed so chill at first?! Why is he doing this?

I feel myself be put into the backseat of a car and I began to sob and kick as the man ties me up.

"Ha. Your mine now, pretty." The man chuckles and puts tape over my mouth as I squirm and cry while shaking my head.

The man shuts the door of the backseat before entering the driver's seat and shutting the door.

He starts the car and drives away as I sob harder.

The man rips off his mask and looks at me through the rear view mirror.

I can see his face and it's horrifying.

Tears stream down my face as he chuckles and fixes his eyes on the road.

"Your gonna have to get use to me, doll." He begins and I shake my head and let out a muffled 'not.

"Cause your gonna be seeing this face for a while." He cackles as I begin to cry harder than I was before.

I have to escape him.

I will escape him.

PART 2 COMING SOON

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[chadillacboseman]

I dont know if you're doing deimos yet or based off song fics, but if you do. Deimos x Fem! reader, exes to lovers . Maybe starting off the fic with a flashback, the flashback being based off austin by dasha where the reader ran into Deimos again when they were tracking him, reaching him before the others only to realize who he was off his voice and asking him this, "Did your boots stop workin'?, Did your truck break down? (Truck break down), Did you burn through money?, Did your ex find out? (Ex find out), Where there's a will then there's a way, And I'm damn sure you lost it, Didn't even say goodbye, Just wish I knew what caused it, Was the whiskey flowin'?, Were you in a fight?, Did the nerves come get you?, What's your alibi?, I made my way back to LA, And that's where you'll be forgotten, In forty years you'll still be here, Drunk, washed up in Austin" By all means please disregard that part if you dont do song fics that's fine! but pretty much just the reader calling him out for leaving their plans behind which lead to her joining rainbow. Then the two of them eventually making it up later down the line after the flash back, the two being forced to work together, or maybe after a fight something happens and they have to rely on each other for survival, only to realize they're still in love all these years later Thanks for taking the time to read :) feel free to dm if you need more details!

FIRST OF ALL- Thank you for the new song, I'm in love with it.

SECOND- A DEIMOS REQUEST?! Truly we are blessed.

Timeline-wise I'm not sure this makes any sense whatsoever but eh.

Deimos was always a bridge burner. It was what he did best.

Maybe it was foolish, but you truly thought that the bridge between the two of you couldn't be burned. Until you came home one night to find all of his things gone, everything he'd kept in your apartment cleared out as if he'd never been there.

Phone calls were useless. His number had already been disconnected.

You had no idea what had driven the sudden disconnect. His work had always been secretive, much like your own, but he always assured you that you'd be the first to know if he had to go dark.

Perhaps it was your fault.

In the months that followed, you threw yourself into your work, desperately trying to push Gerald from your mind until Harry Pandey showed up on your doorstep.

"You'd be an asset to Rainbow," Harry clutched the mug of tea you'd offered him as he sat across from you at the small table, "We're facing a new threat, the Keres Legion."

He said the name as if it would mean something to you. When you didn't respond, he cleared his throat awkwardly and continued, "They're led by Gerald Morris."

Your heart dropped into your shoes as soon as the words left his mouth. Harry must have sensed the change, swiftly pivoting the conversation back to recruitment.

"Joining us would give you a chance to make a difference."

You knew what he meant.

--

Harry was dead by the end of the week that he'd recruited you.

Rainbow was in disarray, constantly besieged by the Keres Legion and now without a leader. Your integration to their ranks was rocky at best- distrustful looks often followed you, accompanied by whispers behind hands.

Jordan, "Thermite" as they called him in the field, was your support in the first few weeks after your recruitment. You were assigned to Redhammer alongside him, tasked with hitting Keres hard and fast, hoping to catch them off-guard.

You were filled with a kind of righteous fury that only Gerald could bring out in you.

You threw yourself into each mission, carving a warpath like a raging wildfire. Every Keres member that you put in the ground only served to enrage you further, mere pawns that the mighty 'Deimos' put between you and him.

Jordan told you to use it, to unbottle the anger and unleash it in full. He was angry too. He'd already lost friends in the Nighthaven split, and now Harry was dead.

"We take him alive, understood?" Jordan gave you a pointed look as he spoke. Weeks of field operations had led you closer to Deimos and his hiding place.

Jordan looked exhausted. Dark circles haloed his eyes and his beard had become unruly. Since Harry's death, he had taken on more responsibility, alongside Doc and Caveira.

Redhammer was huddled outside a warehouse bathed in moonlight, all eyes trained on a floor plan that Jordan had laid on the ground. Red arrows and Xs indicated entry points and positions; you were to take the cat walk that ran above the central room, gaining entry via the window to the east.

Getting inside was easy. Too easy.

You crept along the catwalk while Ash and Thermite came in from below. Fuze set to work planting charges on the exterior of the building.

Beneath you, Keres mercs rifled through crates of weapons. They were of no concern to you, your eyes were fixed on the reinforced door on the opposite side of the room.

Just as you reached it, the sounds of gunfire erupted below, muzzle flashes lighting up the dim space as Thermite and Ash engaged in a firefight.

The gunfire didn't concern you.

You leveled your boot into the door near the handle and it banged open, ricocheting off the wall and sending splinters into the room. You caught sight of Gerald's back as he leapt through the open window and you swore, bounding after him. He had no time to detach his rope, so you followed him down, landing gracefully just feet behind him.

You jumped, tackling him around his middle and bringing him to the ground with a dull thud that forced the air from his lungs. He rolled onto his back, and before he could recover, you leveled a punch into his gut that made him grunt under his mask.

"Deimos," you spit the codename out and he chuckled, "end of the line."

"Still just as pretty, even when you're tryin' to kill me," you could almost hear the smile in his words, "see they got you fightin' the good fight."

"Give me a reason," you hissed.

"I'm bettin' Trace told you to take me alive."

You faltered for a moment and Gerald laughed again. He hadn't attempted to push you off yet, but you knew it was coming. Back in the warehouse, discordant yells were still mixed with gunfire.

"Why did you do it?" you finally asked the question that had burned a hole through you for months, your pistol still pressed firmly against his chest, "Why did you leave?"

"You knew the game, doll," he cocked his head as he stared up at you, "Not like I had fun doing it."

"You didn't even say goodbye," your voice wavered, despite your best efforts, "Not a fucking word- just gone."

He didn't respond, which only pissed you off further.

"Not once did you try to reach out to me," you pressed the gun harder into his chest, "Why?"

"You were safer that way."

The gunfire stopped and your grip on Gerald faltered. In one swift motion, he rolled, knocking you off of him and scrambling to his feet before he disappeared into the night. You cursed and aimed your pistol wildly into the dark, but he was already gone.

--

Jordan knew it wasn't your fault, not really. But that didn't stop Sam from handing you your ass in the days that followed the botched capture attempt.

As punishment, he'd stuck you on watch duty, holed up in some shithole safe house with ears and eyes trained on the warehouse across the street. By the second day, you felt as if you were losing your mind- you were practically begging for something, anything to happen.

And then something did happen.

"Can't believe Rainbow still uses the same safe houses after all these years."

You leapt from your chair and spun on your heel to find Gerald standing in the doorway. Your heart took residence in your throat as you stared him down, your own reflection looking back at you from the eyes of his mask.

"You can relax, sweetheart," he took a few steps forward and you tensed, eyes darting to the door behind him. How much had he changed in all these months? Some of the files you'd read...

"You think I'd hurt you?" he sounded wounded, but you kept your guard up, cursing yourself for resting your sidearm so far from you.

"You've hurt plenty of other people," you glanced at the door again as you spoke, but he had planted himself firmly between it and you.

"They weren't you."

"Why are you here?" you dared a small step toward your pistol that rested on the table near the window.

"Because in about six minutes, this place is gonna be crawling with Masks. Zero isn't as meticulous as Harry was. Shame."

"Harry would still be here if it weren't for you," you shot back and he shrugged.

"You gonna come with me, or you plan on dying to prove a point?"

As if on cue, there was a commotion at the front of the safe house that told you the location was compromised. You glanced at the door, then back to Gerald. He cocked his head in anticipation.

You grabbed your gun from the table and together, you leapt through the window, rolling gracefully as you hit the pavement below. Shots rang out from the window and hit the pavement, sending showers of sparks that lit the dark street at your feet.

You trailed behind Gerald as he wove through the darkening alleyways. No doubt Zero would get word that your location had been compromised. He'd likely send a unit, and you had to wonder if he'd even be disappointed that you weren't there.

Gerald's safe house was nicer than Rainbow's, a fact that wasn't lost on you. You knew that if word got back to HQ about this, you'd be court-martialed at the bare minimum.

It wasn't until your adrenaline ran dry that you noticed the way he clutched at his side protectively, gloved fingers glinting crimson under the fluorescent light.

"You're hit," you moved toward him and he chuckled, pulling his hand to the side so you could see the wound.

"Always so observant," he drawled and you rolled your eyes.

"Let me look at it."

Gerald sank into a chair near the covered window and shucked his jacket to reveal the bloodied area. The bullet, by some miracle of poor White Mask aim, had passed clean through and missed anything vital.

All the anger you'd had was still there, bubbling just below the surface. You still resented him, still hated him with every fiber of your being.

But when he pulled his mask off and tossed it aside, you felt your heart hammer as it had before. He was still the same. Still sharp features and dark eyes that watched your every move as you cleaned the wound and packed it with gauze.

"Harry was right to recruit you," his voice was low as he observed your work.

"Well, he's dead now and losing you last time landed me in this mess."

Gerald grunted in response and you felt the anger as it welled up behind your teeth, threatening to fall out of your mouth like a red hot flame.

"You still hate me, don't ya?" he cocked his head and for a moment the fire died down as your eyes met his. They still crinkled at the corners when he smiled, though new wrinkles had joined the old since you'd last seen his face.

"Do you blame me?" you spat and his smile faded, "Did your phone stop working? Did you even think about me once?" the fire was back, raging in your chest as you stared up at him, defiant as always.

"I never stopped thinkin' about you."

The fire went out in an instant.

"Every day I hoped you were safe. I used to drive by the old place just to make sure you were alive," Gerald leaned in toward you and your heart jumped into your throat, "And every goddamn day, I prayed you'd forgive me."

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, unable to find the words. You'd spent so much time hating him. Resenting him to the point that it made you ill.

Now, here he stood before you- not the mighty Deimos, just Gerald Morris. The man you'd loved.

The man you still loved.

For so long you'd buried it under the anger, convincing yourself that you hated him, convincing the world that you hated him.

"So, do you?" he asked and you met his gaze again, furrowing your brows in confusion, "Forgive me?"

Before you could stop yourself, your arms were around his broad frame, and your face found it's old home buried against his chest. He chuckled and returned the embrace, resting his chin on the crown of your head.

"That a 'yes'?"

You weren't even sure what your forgiveness would look like- how you could reconcile what he'd done- what he would continue to do. But in that moment, it didn't matter, none of it did. You had him here, and he had you.

"Yes."

[court-jobi]

Expert in Distraction

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Word Count: 1,883

Rating: M, 18+ (please scroll on by, kiddos)

Warnings: 🔥stress relief, est. relationship, spicy stimulation, fem pronouns, excessive use of the nickname 'angel', #thehelmetstayson

Summary: He’s been workin’ on this new hot-rod of his for a while now. He works hard enough with errands of his own, and deserves a break more than anything– especially after all he’s been through lately. So you try to spell your Mandalorian– only to have him bail you out when things go south on an errand in the Tattooine market scene. Frustrated and down on yourself, you try to keep your angst out of his sight… only for your Mando partner-in-crime to sense his girl needs him and opts to helps alleviate your stress. 

“D’you wanna talk, or a distraction?”

You meant it as a clarifying question, but it came out soft: a plea for the solution to the problem.

“Distraction…?”

Oh, yes. Yes to the touch, yes to that angle, yes to the distraction, yes to your Din Djarin. 

A/N: Inspired by my favorite bounty hunter (and how the phrase "rough day" will forever be cemented in my mind by @no-droids beloved work), here's how I imagine the sharp-eyed -but ridiculously in love- Mandalorian would help you unwind after a day where nothing's gone right. Cleaning carbon scoring can wait; after you've answered his question for how best to help you...

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Ashla knows you'd had a rough day.

You'd been running clear across compounds in search of what you thought were easy to find supplies while your Mandalorian was making repairs in the comfort of a private shipyard. He needed a break from finding his own parts this week, but would never say so. Routine stuff wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle picking up and enjoyed the time alone to feel accomplished, so you set out for the chore yourself. 

What you didn't expect was the shootout in the hangar. Damn hothead spacers...

That sure put a wrench into things. You got interrupted on the job and caught in a really tight spot without much cover or a good exit path. Not that you could handle without being covered in beskar. So, you sent out your reluctant call about the outburst to the other end of your comm, where Mando obviously came to get you, broke it up, and brought you back right as night fell. 

But the adventure of the day left you feeling pent up and irritated at how it'd gone.

You steamed at the sink, having rinsed the parts you’d salvaged but staring the pile down before mustering the will to dry them off. Sighing as you did so, you sensed his presence behind you. His shadow on the wall gave you pause so you just carried on, thinking he'd move along. 

Only he didn't. Inside that she'll keeping his face from you, he wrestled with how to help you. A hand came to your waist, a low voice breaking through the incoming tension headache brewing behind your eyes;

"Hey you."

He was in soft mode. Shit. You could hear it in his voice, and your heart sank. 

You seriously loved when he'd get sweet like this. But after today? You knew you were in a horrible mood and felt guilty for not falling into him as easily as you wanted.

"Hey," you tried to manage back pleasantly, but you were tired. "I'm almost done here, then we can relax if you want," and so you picked up your pace.

The Mando leaned over you easily and led your hand off the counter. "Don't worry about those."

Your temper flared and turned around to face him, 

“Look I'm fine, just let me do this, ok? I can do this one thing!" 

Deadly quiet calmness shut your throat again as he looked down at you. One sided tip of the helm, a cue for you to check yourself. 

You hopelessly just wanted something to go right out of this day... and you regretted the tone as soon as you said it.

So, you took a deep breath and stared off to the side. Giving up the bite, you chucked the towel somewhere behind you, gripping onto his belts' hooks in midreach– to communicate his touch was welcome at the very least. You'd still take the hug, even if you weren't happy. Ungloved and warmer than the usual gloves covering him up, his grounding hand returned-- this time coming to your cheek.

"D'you want to talk, or a distraction?"

Ugh, you’d had enough talking about the things going wrong recently. Now, distraction? That could be anything from fixing you a snack, to shooting mynocks off the hilltop. Depends if he’s angry enough.

You meant it more as a clarifying question, but it came out soft- for the solution to the problem.

"Distraction…?"

With another tilt, the Mandalorian closed the rest of the space between you and trailed that hand up to rake your hair away. He caught the pair of pins where you'd tied your front pieces back in a hurry and worked them out, tossing them in the sink behind you. With another careful shake and swipe all the way down, now he was able to work the braid out. You let your eyes fall shut at the sensation, releasing your finger's grip into a gentler hold on his sides. A slight hum came from you without realizing and you worked to let your brow fall from its tensed peak.

"There’s my girl," he whispered. "I've missed you."

He meant the smile that had been missing; it was back the instant he touched you. You flickered up at him a little pitiful, and he hummed at you– the sign that he was watching.

"Sweet girl..." The mutter under his breath at the sight of you. "...why don't I just help you unwind a bit. You’ll feel better. "

"How's that?" You asked softer, your voice weak and a bit higher.

He leaned in a bit closer to your ear, nuzzling against your temple as his gently as beskar would allow. Cradling the back of your head to him as his hand planed across your stomach,

"I can help relax you. You won't have to move or lay a finger on anything else tonight. Just let me take care of you. Touch you, in all the ways I know you love."

His hand slid down lower as the moment blended into something else, and you suddenly inhaled quick at the fluttering you now felt in your thighs. 

A delicious distraction.

Your Mandalorian coaxed you, his hand massaging at your hip. "How does that sound?"

You nodded and hummed high in your throat, moaning a little when he massaged that hand into your hair to scratch your scalp.

He'd do anything to keep you safe and happy. He'd accomplished the first, now to solve the second....

You hummed when he massaged through your hair, and reacted: pulled him close enough where you could reach up to his shoulders. He pressed in like a perfect fit and traced the edge of your pants, right at the tender skin of your stomach.

"S'that feel good, angel?"

He nuzzled you again to gauge your permission. You nodded again and fell into the sway he started, your hips unconsciously pressing into his. Anything to be closer. Your head dropped towards his neck while your arms found their home atop his shoulders. He swelled with pride at how easy you would stay under him.

WIthout an ounce of hesitation left, the Mandalorian took the submission to let his hand slip under your waistband. You hummed bright at the intrusion and whimpered when he'd ghosted over that tender part at your core before he let his hand cup you fully. Hiding in that warm spot of fabric before the hard beskar chestplate, you sighed into his touch below… The sink of your entire body wasn’t far from your Mando’s sight, as he cradled you back to lean against the counter the whole way down.

"That's my angel... I've got you. There we go~." 

Softness galore and buttery warmth coated his voice while he coaxed you just enough to have you sink back against the countertop and your legs widened a bit more for his hand to move. "Is this ok?"

"Yes please," you whispered- laced with far more begging than you anticipated.

Yes to the touch, yes to the angle, yes to the distraction, yes to him. 

His chuckle echoed in the helm. "So polite.. you have good manners, cyar'ika." 

Fingers began to work gently against your opening (all to elicit a moan from you), finding their home and making space as he pleased,

 "--But I want you to forget the honorifics tonight. You just let go and say whatever you need to. Loud as you want."

The sigh that left you at his words was so needed and gripping him tighter sent the message: 

"Fuuuuck that feels good."

You felt your hips rock against him on their own. As your guide the rest of the way in, he captured you to his chest.

This here, this guy was a man of words you got when the two of you were alone. How grateful you were for the brief respite being on this dustball of a planet gave you. Away from the other hunters, from the garage techs, even out of Peli’s guest rooms– here in the little corner of your private, rented garage, he'd litter all sorts of sweet words on you while handling you against that counter… your stomach jumping at each one as they flowed through you.

You sound… so kriffing gorgeous, just like this.

That's it, c'mon.

That's my pretty girl.

You work so hard for me. This is all for you, now.

Let go for me.

Any aggravation of the day be damned. Nothing mattered except for the bow to burst; and your Mando was making great time, the expert of distraction he is. That's his secret weapon-- turning around a bad day the moment you give the word.

The live wire in you was beginning to burn, sparking trembles in the body that made your legs shake. A foot popped off the ground and atop the strong thigh that parted you. 

Normally you were laying down for this part, and nerves for the sudden onslaught of it rose with a vengeance, getting better of you. 

Beside his helmet, you caught the reflection of your brows tense for new reason. Facing your light and relieving pants, the black of the visor stayed fixed on your face. 

"I-I,I cant- Din,” you begged, “I can't–"

"Yes you can, mesh’la." He whispered as if he were the call of Sleep himself. As if it were a dream.

The quiver ebbing inside brought you to hide in his neck.

The voice seeping from the edge of the helmet, 

"You're so close, let go.”

The core of you revved to the edge. Your only hope was that voice– 

–and its final, sweet order:

“Cum for me, angel."

For gasps of breath after you stopped shaking, you held onto him for dear life. Thankfully, he made doing so more comfortable by slipping off his chestplate between you.

It's no secret now, your loving him. In your light, ditzy whisper to tell him so, he merely hummed a little chuckle back, gave you a gentle keldabe kiss, and swayed again. Just content to hold you- and murmur it back in turn.

The gesture of what you did today didn't go unnoticed; Din knew exactly what you'd been trying to do. Taking on the grocery run would have spelled him after a string of long days this week. How could he blame you for a a frustrating turn of events like a shootout? He'd be pissy, too.

Not only would he come every time to help, but he'd spell them from you if he could. He honestly preferred having you by his side on errands, anyway. But the offer meant the world to him.

"Mmm'love you..." the little whimper came from the lovely bundle in his arms. The stress appeared to have melted away entirely.

"Someone has tired eyes," he replied back, equally sated at the sight of his darling, "Now, no lifting any fingers, hear me? I mean it. I'll take care of these in the morning."

No fight from you there. He drove it straight out of you, to his own happy calm.

Of course, when Din led you both out from the workspace and toward the residential district, locking the garage behind them, he made sure to keep you under his arm and gave his warm word of love right back.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 15: PAINFUL RE:BAKE - Episode 29: Re:Formative Experience

Taichi: “I’m baaack! Nii-chan, Luciano, I brought my friend!”

Juza: “Friend?”

Azami: “Hello.”

Taichi: “This is Angelo! We work at the factory together!”

Banri: “Angelo?”

Juza: “... Hey.”

Banri: “What’s your last name?”

Azami: “Hm? It’s Montare.”

Banri: “... We’re takin’ that job.”

Juza: “You serious?”

Banri: “We ain’t gonna leave Benjamin’s friend like this, are we?”

Taichi: “Something wrong?”

Juza: “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Izumi: Let’s stop here. We’ll continue at 1 after a lunch break.

Taichi: Playin’ Picaresque after so long is so fun~!

Sakyo: Right. It’s kinda like meeting old comrades again.

Omi: I get what you mean.

Juza: Feels like I’m back at MANKAI Company. In lots of ways.

Azami: This is our starting point, after all.

Banri: Looks like we had no reason to worry ‘bout burning out.

Izumi: Right. Everyone’s having fun. Also, ticket sales are going well.

Izumi: Just like with Spring and Summer, Masumi-kun has been helping with promotions.

Izumi: Since there’s been a lot of articles about Taichi-kun and Azami-kun online, he asked the sites involved to include a link to the streaming ticket distributor…

Izumi: Sakyo-san’s guest performance as a voice actor, and Banri-kun and Juza-kun’s performance with Hyakka were also promoted a lot.

Izumi: We’ve had more sales thanks to those promotions.

Sakyo: Usui’s promotional skills have been gradually improvin'.

Izumi: He’s grown to be quite reliable, hasn’t he?

Izumi: (All that’s left is for the performance to be succesful…)

Banri: Everyone’s expectations are higher ‘cause of that, so we gotta give it our all.

Juza: You don’t hafta tell us twice.

Taichi: Now that we’ve broken out of our shells, there’s nothing that could stand in our way!

Omi: Right. We’ll be fine.

Azami: We’ll crush it.

Izumi: (As far as I can tell from the practice sessions we’ve been having, everyone’s got so much more fire in them than they used to.)

Izumi: (They respect each other’s growth, and that’s why their feelings of not wanting to lose to one another are so palpable.)

Banri: By the way, Omi, did ya start re-studying action scenes from the ground up in preparation for the second workshop?

Omi: The first workshop made me realize just how important the basics are, and I can’t say I know them well enough to teach them to anyone just yet.

Azami: The second workshop’s next week, yeah?

Omi: Yeah. Keiku’s coming again too.

Sakyo: Didn’t think he’d start workin’ as a live-in part-timer in Gentiana just like that.

Omi: Zen-san also contacted his parents.

Juza: What a caring guy.

Sakyo: Lots of first gen are like that.

Taichi: Is he gonna join the show’s cast too?

Omi: I think he’s been taking some lessons as a performer when he’s not busy with school or helping out at the store.

Omi: I think it’s because he saw the play, but he said he wants to learn from Banri and Juza.

Banri: Sure hope he won’t start kickin’ with no warning again.

Omi: You don’t have to worry about that. It seems he’s become seriously interested in theater thanks to you two.

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Omi: We’ll be starting the Second Action Workshop anytime now, so please gather here.

Keiku: …

Towa: Ah, you were here last time too! Do you remember me?

Keiku: Nop.

Towa: I’m Towa! With the To from peach, and the wa from peace!

Keiku: …

Towa: I asked you last time too, but are you an actor?

Keiku: … I was just interested in people that fight it out on stage.

Towa: Ahaha, you mean like sword fights? I’m a fan of MANKAI Company! I like everyone, but Masumi-kun’s my biggest fav!

Towa: I saw the Spring Troupe’s performance live a while ago and got SO moved that I wanted to try acting myself and made my own troupe!

Towa: I haven’t been on stage yet, so I’m not actually an actor, more like an aspiring actor. But that’s why I look up to the Autumn Troupe’s sword fighting so much–

Keiku: Yapper, LOL.

Towa: …

Towa: Haaaave we met before? Not during the first workshop, but before that…

Towa: This doesn’t feel like our first meeting.

Keiku: (... He’s gotta be.)

Towa: Do you know me?

Keiku: Nop.

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Omi: That concludes our second action workshop. Thank you for attending.

Keiku: …

Banri: You’ve got a knack for this, dude. You’re comin’ to see our performance, yeah?

Keiku: Heard you’ll be fightin’ again, so.

Banri: It ain’t a fight… is what I’d like to say. But I guess you could call it a fight where no one gets hurt.

Banri: I’ll give you a formative experience, and you will come and watch.

Keiku: … A formative experience?

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Banri: Ohhh, these are kinda nostalgic, but also cooler than last time.

Sakyo: These are costumes Rurikawa could only make because of who he is today.

Taichi: A-chan’s makeup also plays a huge part!

Azami: Duh.

Juza: I’ll surpass my past self with this costume and makeup.

Omi: You all seem pretty fired up.

Sakyo: You got any words for us, Boss?

Banri: … Each of us overcame our own pain and became greater actors than we used to be.

Banri: The day I handed y’all the script, I was a little worried about whether we’d be able to create something that surpasses our impulses and formative experiences from back then.

Banri: But I’m sure now. We can definitely surpass our past selves.

Banri: We’ll recreate even our formative experiences, and turn them into formative experiences for everyone watchin’. That’s the kind of opening day performance we gotta put on.

Banri: —— Autumn Troupe, huddle!

Banri: We’re definitely surpassin’ who we used to be back then!

Juza: Yeah!

Taichi: Yeeaaah!

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Feelin’ Faint

Joel Miller x afab!Reader

Word Count: 1333

Summary: It startles you when you see Joel’s feet for the first time. You give him a foot massage. D/s relationship implied. (Dom!Joel, sub!reader)

Tags: afab!reader. Boots. Feet. brief fantasy re: D/s, bondage, degradation. (no actual smut in this one)

Author’s Note: Yesterday in the group chat, I said that a group of foot photos “upset” me. Then I figured out why. God bless.

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It’s because you’re not used to it.

That’s all. 

You’re not used to seeing Joel’s feet.

Never even seen the contour of them in a pair of socks.

You’re not used to seeing men’s feet in general when you think about it. They were usually covered up by big round-toe work boots as they shuffled through the bar or trampled the dirt paths around Jackson or, in this particular case, stomped up and down the stairs. Some of the men wore cowboy boots made of fine, soft leather with pointed toes and chunky heels. Over time the material would curve to the shape of their arches and cup around their heels and the edge of their big toe.

‘Boots’ you could understand. 

‘Boots’ were a symbol of power.

And you could also appreciate the fine craftsmanship of a Doc Marten or a sturdy steel-toe or goddamn, some of those cowboy boots had such delicate embroidery along the shaft and down the vamp and around the toe.

You’re just not used to seeing Joel’s feet so when you finally do see them–stepping down his staircase, fresh from the shower, exposed beneath the hem of his jeans–you feel tightness in your chest and heat in your cheeks. It feels like a violation to look at them.

He sits on the couch after grabbing a glass of whiskey and props them up on the ottoman. He sighs and throws his head back on the cushion.

And.

Well.

When you think about…

They are just feet.

And if he is going to be so casual about them…

Then there’s really no harm in looking, right?

You peek from where you sit on your side of the couch, over the pages of your book.

They’re… nice. Nicer up close. Though watching the way they planted on each stair, gripping downward and pushing up–that was nice, too.

Balanced.

Strong.

Their form makes sense with the rest of his body. His toes are long and articulated. And you love that his big toe is much shorter than the one next to it. There’s a nice separation, shaped like a teardrop, between his big toe and the rest of the toes. 

You watch him rotate his right ankle along its axis and scrunch his toes to make the joints pop. 

And really, it’s because you’re a curious creature.

And it’s because you want to appreciate all of him.

There is nothing untoward about it.

The heat between your legs is just because it’s him. It’s Joel.

You make an offer.

“A foot massage?” He looks up at you, surprised, an upward curl in his lips. “Really?”

“You’ve been workin’ hard all day.” You shrug casually. “And maybe it’ll make your knees feel better.” You shrug again. "Gotta start with a good foundation 'n all."

“Well, alright.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “If you’re offerin’.” He turns as if expecting you to stay seated on the couch to do it–but you knew you would prefer a more descended view.

You push the ottoman aside and sit on the rug with your legs crossed. You grab his right foot and bring it into your lap. His left foot is flat on the floor and you can’t help but notice it in the edge of your vision. 

Now that you have your hands on it, you admire the feel of it–the strength you know is there moving him along every day. 

Your face is on fire and your hands are nervous and there’s fire somewhere in your abdomen, too, and you’re really not sure as to why, though.

You press into the ball of his foot with your thumbs, massaging the thick meaty pad through the surface of his callous. You glide your fingers between the bones you feel on his forefoot, using pressure to individuate the extension of his toes. 

Joel moans. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a foot massage before,” he says. He stares at the ceiling–you see his Adam's apple bob as he melts into his seat. 

Pride and pleasure float your chest and chin upward. Wetness between your legs pushes your pelvis down.

You press your thumbs along his arch, like deep little footsteps. You feel a knot in his muscle, about the size of a pea, and you grind into it with the hardest part of your finger. 

He groans and winces. "What the hell is that?"

You laugh. "I don't know. It's your foot. Not mine."

He grunts and adjusts in his seat. "Shit, darlin. I'm 'bout to hand 'em over to you to take care of if this is how you treat 'em."

Your face burns. The praise is overwhelming you. That’s probably why you’re so turned on–your whole body warm and buzzing. You continue to grind the knot until your thumb aches. You slot your fingers between each toe and rotate his foot around while keeping his heel in place. 

"How's that?" you ask.

He looks down at you with a smirk. "I don't know what you're doin but I am enjoyin every second of it."

You love loving on Joel. You love appreciating every little piece of him that holds you and grounds you and keeps you coming, again and again. You love this new part of his body that you get to nurture and soothe and relieve. 

You massage circles into his heel and along the outer edge of his midfoot–opposite his arch. He releases a long, heavy sigh. Your hands glide up and down his ankle.

“Next one, please,” you say.

He chuckles and sighs again–much lighter this time. “Alright.” His eyes and smile offer so much affection, it’s like he’s petting the very depth of your soul. 

His right foot retreats and he swings his left foot over to you.

You feel that pressure again in your chest and heat prickles your cheeks.

It was one thing to grab his foot and bring it to your lap–it’s another when he does the action himself.

You feel yourself getting wetter and growing warmer. You try to focus on massaging this foot the same as you did the other. But your thoughts start to wander and you clench your jaw.

You wonder what it would feel like–this foot—if it was stamped into your chest, pressing you deep into the floor beneath you. You wonder what it would feel like if he forced his toes into your mouth, flexing and splaying them, while your arms were tied behind your back. You wonder what it would feel like if he denied you his cock and used his toes to play with your clit and tried to see how many he could fit inside of you. 

“You doin okay?”

You look up with wide eyes and tight lips. Your skin crawls with embarrassment. “yeah,” you say with a quick breath.

He pulls his foot away from you and you stare at the floor. You hear the whiskey glass thud onto the side table. On the edge of your vision, you see him lean forward with his elbows on his knees.

“What are you thinkin about?” He tilts his head, studying you with a smirk on his face.

You shrug and glance to the side. “Nothin.”

“Look at me.”

You comply, but only with your eyes.

“Are you thinkin about my feet?” He asks with amusement.

“No,” you answer quickly and because you can’t fucking help yourself, you start staring at them–his feet.

He throws his head back laughing. He sits back upright and leans back into the couch cushions. With his legs spread wide, he rubs his thighs back and forth. “Oh yeah.” He nods. “That’s definitely somethin we can do.” He palms himself and looks over to his right. “Can’t right now–” He wears a shit-eating grin. “---but I think we got enough time for you to tell me what was going on in that–” He points. “--pretty lil head a’ yours.” 

Your heart is beating so fast you can barely hear yourself speak. “What?”

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