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posts for exactly three ppl in the world: two high status failgirls playing sycophantic second fiddle to ungrateful space war criminals become besties
#ianthe tridentarius#ianthe the first#starscream#the locked tomb#transformers#maccadam#fanart#literally brought on by nothing except the revelation that the venn diagram between them is a near circle#skilled at caste-assigned role but over-ambitious#employs underhanded tactics and deception with no small amount of relish#never really Wins but insistent on position of coming out on top actually#unapologetic sycophant to curry favour with higher ups#playing second to an ungrateful space war criminal#well-established freak i could go on#is anyone out there. can anyone hear me. hello.
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It always seems a bit unbalanced on The Great Food Truck Race when there will be multiple teams who are cooking a wide variety of complex dishes with 10 different components and a bunch of prep work, and then there's that one team who like... exclusively serves plain crepes with some premade nutella on them, or plain waffles with just some whipped cream and cut up strawberries lol...
#AND then they'll be the winning team or whatever and its like... wow... imagine that... I wonder how its possible that they can get#more dishes out faster than the other teams... hrrmm.... lol#Not that they aren't still doing work like. obviously it's still hard and there's still a sales component and other stuff to be done#but It's just kind of unbalanced seeming when one group is serving like grilled shrimp sandwich with 3 homemade sauces and a#slaw and two sides and the other people are like... slicing fruit and drizzling a bottle of hersheys chocolate syrup on top of some thing#they just threw in a waffle maker for a few minutes#You see the footage of the teams cooking and everyone is like prepping a ton of different things and meat and vegetables and they have#boiling pots and pans and fryers going and tossing stuff in bowls and compiling these multi component dishes#and then That One Team is always just casually slicing bananas or doing some whipped cream in a bowl gbjhbhj#They usually dont even make their own caramel or chocolate sauces or anything. Nutella out of a jar babey!#So all you're really Making is like... whipped cream. and some sort of batter (waffle. crepe. etc)#If I got placed in a competition like that and I found out one of my opponents just sold waffles or pancake sticks or etc#like that I would just be like... okay.. I'm out then. bye. OR I would pivot and be like.. right I shall remove all complexity from my menu#whatsoever and just start selling plain balls of fried dough with powdered sugar or plain fries with nothing on them or something lol#update: OH my god.. one of these teams on a newer season is selling a 'bonus add on' where you can add#cinnamon sugar and caramel syrup (possibly not even home made by them???? just from a bottle) for $5 extra on your order#If I bought a $12 waffle from a food truck and they were like 'hey do you want to upgrade? for only $5 we'll drizzle a teaspoon#of caramel and sprinkle a little sugar and cinnamon on there!' I feel like I would cancel my order and walk away.#that is a $1 add on at MOST.. for a freaking DRIZZLE of caramel sauce LOL#and of course this team is in the top 3... squirrel.... come ON...#Which I know all these shows are fake and bad and whatever. I dont watch them seriously. I think I liked the first few seasons#but then anything past like season 4 (or whenever they started having established people who already ran food trucks on there#instead of taking a bunch of peope who had never run a food truck before and giving them one - which is a much more equal footing#premise to me) I have just been increasingly annoyed at and I really just have the show on for background noise#whilst doing chores or something and am not genuinely paying that much attention but... my god.. At least try to pretend its fair lol#WHICH I KNOWW... you can say 'well the other teams could do similar if they wanted.' or blah blah. tehcnically it's THEIR choice to#make stuff from scratch and not sell a bunch of packaged frozen chicken wings dropped into a fryer over a shitty 6min waffle or etc.#but... I will never respect a $5 for 1tbsp of caramel sauce type of situation.. even if they win.. you will always be losers in my heart#So many teams with real cooking skill & good concepts go home to the 'slap nutella on fried dough' people... how...
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Match My Freak!
Synopsis. Trying out new kĂnks? Careful, he might just get addicted.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, bondagĂ©, creampĂe, brĂ©eding, cĂșmplay, exhĂbitionism (Chosoâs), oral (female + male), grĂnding, breathpIay (Nanamiâs), Sukuna is BIG big, with tattoos there, overstĂm, fĂngering, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.5k
A/N. Hope yâall have a great week <3
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⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Tied up (for now)
âYouâre really serious about this, doll?â
And Toji can only look up when youâve finished tying his wrists to the headboard with a dainty lilâ bow. Pulling back to admire your work, âDead serious.â
Fuck, this wasnât his usual scene. Why arenât you the one thatâs helplessly bound and spread so shamefully on the mattress? Why arenât you the one with your pretty thighs quivering, hips arching up at his mercy? And why is he the one so turned on by it?
âFine then.â Tojiâs biting his lip as your puffy folds start dragging down, down, down his swollen cock so slowly. So utterly torturously. âYa wanâ it hard or gentle when I fuck ya?â
You bristle at his absolutely smug tone, hissing out a low, âYou mean when I fuck you?â
âHeh, jusâ kidding doll.â he chuckles, waiting until youâve barely just let your guard down before flattening his feet on the bed. Abs rippling, biceps bulging as he leverages his hips up - right along with you. âIâm choosing.â
Itâs all thatâs said before he juts his cock up to give you one, sharp thrust. Feeling your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head as he expertly hits your syrupy sweet spot in one go.Â
âYou little-â All the breath goes out of your lungs as he repeats the motion. Making you whirl your head down, nails digging warningly into Tojiâs abs when you spy the devilish smirk playing at his lips, the furrow in his brow that did not bode well for your poor cunt. âYouâre ngh- all tied up, so why canât you act that way?â
âWhaaat?â he drawls, fucking out whatever retort is on the tip of your tongue with another mean ram of his hips. âSâit that bad if I wanna hah- teach my girl how to do it properly?â This time keeping up a pace of quick, shallow jabs that have the mattress creaking, sweat beading at his focused brow, âCâmon now, if youâre gonna tie me down nâ fuck me then do it right, doll.â
Itâs all you can do to spread your legs wider around his toned hips. Tojiâs cock too massive, the stretch too much. Too good as his fat head hits at your every bundle of nerves each and every time.
âG-good good.â you hear him choke out. âFix that posture now, arch some more, pretty- jusâ like that yeah-â
Youâre wobbling precariously on top of Toji as he greedily scoots down the mattress further, eyeing how your snug cunt was sucking him up so obscenely. Sinking down until your swollen folds were just kissing his soaked balls. A disbelieving little laugh leaves as he watches the way your hips stutter down pathetically to take him in deeper and deeper.
âOh? Quick learner, huh?â Heâs tugging subconsciously on the restraints, âAlright then, doll, see if you can- take- this-â
And God, Toji has never been more thankful for those long hours at the gym. Because heâs bucking his hips up so wildly into your tight pussy, all the way until his tip was nudging your bruised cervix. Dragging against your gummy walls with nothing but the power of his hips and the feeling of you and your perfect cunt and you-
âCâmon now ah-â he groans at the way youâre squeezing him so tight. Angling his head to watch the way the fat of your ass bounces against his thighs, sweet sweet juices trickling all the way down to his twitching balls. âFaster. You can move those hips faster fâme, right?â And fuck, does he wish he could touch you right now. To toy with your pretty, forgotten clit. To move those hips of yours rougher down his cock. âYeahhh, now spit. Jusâ like I do.â
âHngh-â you gasp as he makes you spit right onto his awaiting tongue. Once. Twice. Some of it missing, hitting his plump lips. Walls squeezing so hard, stars behind your eyes as you take it so well. âShit shit shit- too- much-.â
âAww, whatâs the matter? Canât talk properly anymore?â Tojiâs licking lewdly at his now-wet lips, grinning at your strangled moans, âDidnât you say you were gonna f-fuck- be in charge this time, woman?â
You all but scream with that rough cadence at which Tojiâs bouncing you on his cock. Bruising. Powerful thighs smacking against yours, blinking away the big, fat tears in your eyes, you moan, âYouâre so mean, Toji.âÂ
And of course, Toji has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh. Letting out a mocking, âS-so mean, Toji.âÂ
âF-fuck you!â
At this, the only response youâre getting is him beckoning you closer with a slow nod of his head. And you barely even realize how youâre deliriously complying before he grazes his teeth across your earlobe. Humming out a ragged, âWhoâs fucking who, doll?â
RIP!
He didnât need an answer - and you didnât either. Both of you knew, despite those pathetic restraints digging into his wrist - now laying tattered and useless on the floor. Two big arms pin your hips against his own. Ruthless.Â
âBecause I think I hafta teach you that lesson first of all.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âShe's My Collarâ
Itâs around this time that you know your husband has stopped thinking about you. When you know heâs just past pussydrunk that all he can do is lap messy at your cunt, feeling well and fully intent on breaking you.
âKento.â you whine brokenly around your third orgasm. Tugging on those sweaty strands of blond resting at their favorite position between your legs. Nanamiâs hot tongue pooling your sweet sweet juices like he was addicted. âKen- ngh-â He doesnât hear, of course.
Your lips wobble, the overstimulation too much. His tongue too mean. Pushing past that feeble resistance, making you pull more forcefully on his hair now, âKen.â
And fuck, you donât think youâll make it out alive. Because that focused little furrow of Nanamiâs brow only deepens, letting out a deep groan as he wraps his glossy lips over your ravaged clit. Cheeks hollowing while he sucks like it was his favorite candy - and it probably was.Â
âKen!â you yelp, subconsciously gripping at that familiar yellow tie of his. Yanking - hard. âKen- sâtoo much ngh-â
You manage to blink away those tears in your eyes as Nanamiâs sloppy, depraved tongue finally stalls and shit, you didnât know if this was better or worse. Because he was so pretty kneeling before your legs - eyes all glassy and half-lidded, neat hair uncharacteristically disarrayed, such a pretty pink blush all over his face as Nanamiâs eyes flit down to the tie currently restricting his airflow.Â
âOh!â you hastily drop your white-knuckled grip on it, âI-Iâm so sorry, Ken. Are you o-â
âLittle freak.â And you watch, jaw sagging open, when heâs wrapping your shaky fingers back on the piece of fabric. Tongue darting out, so wet and glistening with your syrupy juices, âTighter.â
You barely have time for anything else before heâs so happily diving back in. Nose deep in your puffy cunt, tongue lapping so teasingly at your sloppy entrance as he murmurs, âSo? Not gonna use that again?â
You donât know what to say - but to Nanami, that doesnât matter. And heâs only having the time of his life trying to make you choke him with his tie. Smug smirk obvious against your swollen folds as he bites down lightly on your oversensitive clit.Â
Youâre bucking your hips up, âFuck!â Pulling on that tie so tightly that heâs almost jerked away from your heavenly cunt. And, unfortunately for you, this seems to be the exact reaction that Nanami wanted.Â
If you thought the tie would get you some semblance of mercy then you were wrong. So utterly fucking wrong.Â
Because two hands of Nanamiâs are just bruising on your hips, sure to leave neat little marks for him to kiss away later. Reeling himself back to your dripping wet core, âHah, fuckinâ cute.â Thumbing open your puffy folds to admire the way your entrance is winking and glistening up at him. âSo fuckinâ cute. Donât think you can take this pretty pussy away from me, my love.â
âB-but Ken.â youâre giving him a playful squeeze. Drooling all over the fresh sheets, âDunno if I can ngh- cum againâŠâ
âOf course you will.â
Heâs flashing you the most devilish side-grin as you tighten your hold on his tie, veins popping up along his neck with the strain to make out with your cute cunt once more. Making your knees so weak as he spits. A steady, lewd stream of saliva right on your messy hole. Spying on how it drools down your slit, âMâgonna make sure of it.â
And fuck, if Nanami wasnât a man of his word.
Making your head spin as his hot tongue bullies into your tight pussy, giving long, steady licks at all those sweet spots heâs mapped out. In and out. In and out - over and over.
But it wasnât enough for him.Â
âCâmon now,â Nanami smacks and groans his lips against yours, tilting his head back to look up at you from between your legs. âPull on it. Use me.â When you canât let out anything but delirious whines, the harsh feeling of his watch stings into your thigh. Deliciously cool as a long finger is circling around your clit, greedily eyeing how sloppily you were grinding up to meet his frenzied cadence. âUse me- fuck. Use me, my girl.â
âLike- hah fuck- this?â
The tie is now serving a different purpose - and youâre just dragging Nanami around like itâs some leash. Angling his pretty face just right to drag your sloppy cunt all over, nose nudging at your clit. Tongue poking and prodding your gummy walls.Â
And he lets you. God, he lets you.Â
âYeah, use me- fuck jusâ like that, my love.â he spits into your cunt, letting his glasses fog up at the heady proximity. âFuck- making such a mess all over. Hah-âÂ
âOh my god- yes. Ken, feels too- good-â Dangerously good.
It was getting so hard to tonguefuck you exactly the way Nanami would like, too. Your slutty walls squeeze him too tight, hips stuttering wildly all over his nose. That tie around his neck only getting more snug, having his head feel so sinfully light. So drunk off the feeling.Â
Youâre gasping, pleading when Nanami fights against the pull of the tie, âF-fuck ohmygod mâso close- hah-â
But not as much as when you finally cum, sending thick, sweet gushes of your slick down Nanamiâs chin. Stars behind your eyes, ankles locking so hard around your husbands broad shoulders. Just covering the lower half of his face - all the way until you could catch it dripping down his jawline, soiling his expensive tie.Â
Yet, Nanami doesnât mind. In fact, he enjoys it. Enjoys untying the restraint around his neck, leaving pretty red patterns. Swiftly putting it around your own neck, Tight. âYour turn.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Knots
âSâtoo hah- loose.â
Itâs all thatâs said before Geto Suguru is pulling on that messy ponytail his long locks have been haphazardly bunched up into. Plopping the dark little hair tie back into your twitching fingers, âDo it again.â
If you were in a better state of mind - youâd probably have snapped at him right now. Given him a piece of your mind, but oh it was so difficult to not listen to what your beloved boyfriend was saying - not when he had you folded in half beneath him in such a tight mating press, swollen cock so meanly ramming into you, spreading the obscene pool of cum forming below you.
And neither of you could bring yourselves to be disgusted by it - not one bit.Â
âD-do you hah- do you have any idea how fuckinâ gorgeous you look right now, angel?â Getoâs ragged voice is grazing your ear, having you bucking sensitively into his hips. He takes your incoherent whine for an answer, âSo why donât you be a hngh- good girl fâme and tie my hair so I can see you better, hm?â
âB-but Sugu-â youâre sobbing, cunt flexing reflexively around his unforgiving cock. âYou said that last time.â
Why would you still talk coherently? In Getoâs eyes, that was a failure. And heâs only giving you a sly grin, trailing a finger down to draw circles on your ravaged clit, âOh, did I?â He did. âI mustâve ah- forgotten.â He didnât. âOnly once more, pretty, I promise.â He doesnât.
âP-promise?â
âPromise.â
As if to prove his case, Getoâs gesturing for you to look down at where your poor, overfilled cunt was sucking him so good. Like you were trying to milk something delicious - like it wasnât enough. Even though your folds were puffy and glistening with his cum, spilling all the way down to his twitching balls.Â
Heâs grunting at the sight of a thick, slow glob of cum running down your thigh. âSo p-pretty, right?â Pulling you down across the soaked silky sheets to ram his hips harder. âSo gorgeous? Yâknow mâgonna keep this up until-â
Whatever sinful little threat - promise - dies in Getoâs throat as your shaky hands strain upwards to bunch the long curtain of his hair.Â
Hips only stuttering ever-so-slightly at that heavenly feeling of your fingers raking his scalp.Â
âMhm, so f-fucking good when you listen.â he lets out a guttural groan, head dipping into the crook of your neck to help his poor girl. âBetter hah- make this one be the one, angel - unless ya want me to fuck fuck fuck- fill up this pretty pussy again? And again? And again and again and-â
 And you knew - shit, you knew better than anyone how half-jokingly tying your boyfriendâs hair up in the middle of sex had led to this.Â
So youâre giving him a delirious headshake, feeling like one more bout of Geto filling you up with his seed and youâll fucking explode. Squealing through tears, âI-Ill tie it- Sugu, ngh-â
Mercifully, Geto lets you tug and angle his head all you want so that you can get to work on trying to fucking make it out alive.Â
Meanwhile, he busies himself with trailing down on your bloated stomach, eyes widening in wonder as he reaches about halfway down. Five fingerpads pressing down so hard and-
Oh. Fuck. One more isnât going to be enough.
âGod- fuck, didnât know this hah- tight pussy could even hold that much.â he breathes out. Eyes locked on that steady stream of white dribbling out of your stuffed hole, pushing and pulling with each thrust. Each mean, sloppy thrust. He groans, âMakes me wanna- ngh- give ya more.â Fat tip nudging at your cervix, sending you gripping so searingly onto his scalp. âSo ya better hurry up, angel.â
And at this point, all you could do was let out wet whines, bracing yourself with two hands on Getoâs hair while you desperately buck up to try to meet his maddening tempo. Jagged, sloppy thrusts. Only getting meaner. Closer.
âI-I am!â you sob, only having made it past the first loop in Getoâs ponytail. âMâtrying so hard, Sugu.â
âThen try harder.â
And, shit, did he grow bigger? Stretching out your gummy walls as much as they;d go. So fucking hard with the way youâre so full with his seed already. So fucking wild as he canât manage to see that heavenly view without those dark locks falling into his face.
So fucking good and you can feel your release just dancing right in front of you, edging you with each drag of Getoâs veins down those sensitive spots in your cunt. With each twist of your fingers on his hair. Dipping a rough hand down to your poor clit and-
Itâs all it takes for you to cum. So watered down and sensitive at this point, merely faint, distant tingles that have you smacking your hips up to meet Getoâs.
And he wasnât too far behind, either.
Slamming you with one, two harsh thrusts that you think you feel right in your stomach before bestowing you with thin ropes of his seed. Vision hazy, stars behind his eyes with each twitch of his cock. But ah, did he have the perfect view to all this sin.Â
Hair pulled back in the perfect ponytail to eye the way your greedy cunt happily milks his fucking soul dry. One heâs almost sad to untangle.Â
Balls clenching dangerously at that adorably betrayed look on your face, Geto hums, twiddling with the hair tie around his finger, âWhoops. It came off~ Guess you have to tie it again, huh?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - DIY
Youâd meant it as a joke, you really did.Â
When your poor, needy boyfriend came up to you when you were in the middle of a work call with your coworker - eyes glassy, cock so rock-hard and leaking angrily all over his fist - youâd just told him to âget off to your panties.â Fully expecting a pouty Choso to tell you to end the call, maybe even sulk until you cheered him up.
What you did not expect was to be splayed out on your living room couch, Choso pressing up from behind. Your shorts pulled down just enough for him to drag his weeping cock all across those panties peeking.
Until they were so flimsy and drenched, until you were frantically hitting the mute button on your phone, looking over your trembling shoulders to whimper out a quiet, âCh-Cho-â
âShhh.â he whispers, hot breath hitting your ear. Sending goosebumps down your spine - all the way down to where he was sliding his swollen cock underneath your panties. Just gliding down your sopping wet cunt, âMâjusâ doing what you wanted, right? Jusâ âgetting myself offâ. You just keep going with your call, baby.â
Choso knew that contact name - that loser from your department that was too fucking close despite your relationship with him. The one that insisted on extra work calls, just a tad too touchy. A bit too starry-eyed.
And fuck, all it takes is one graze of Chosoâs fat head against your puffy folds, feeling the way your sweet slick beads and rolls down his length - and he was in heaven. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, breathing out a ragged, âOh, baby you feel so good.â Hips moving uncontrollably back and forth between them. Again. And again and again. âHow do you feel so f-fucking good when mânot even inside you?â
âSh-shit-â you wiggle your hips back, addicted to the feeling of his toned abs rubbing against your back. The scratch of those tufts of dark hair, the lewd thump! thump! thump! of his prominent veins against your cunt. âI wanâ-â
âNo.â
Shit, did you just get wetter? Choso makes a mental note to tease you for how much you loved this mean little tone of his later. But for now, heâs reaching over to the phone still limply in your hand.Â
Deftly pressing the unmute button, he murmurs, low and dangerous. âJusâ keep going with your call.â
You donât even have the time to respond, because a confused voice sounds from the other end of the line. âHey, is everything alright?â
âY-yeah!â you wince when your voice cracks ever-so-slightly at the end. Torn between moving your hips away and bucking down for more more more- âPerfectly- fine.â
âOh, well, anyways about that upcoming projectâŠâ
âNo no no no fuck- hold his pretty pussy still.â And Choso was only pulling your shy hips closer by those slutty panties of yours. Fist tightening around the excuse of fabric, fingers so bruising on you as he grinds his painfully hard cock deeper. âSheâs so hah- wet, baby. Leave her with me.â
Trying to run away? Choso didnât like that, not one bit, as he snakes a hand down to pinch your pulsing clit between his fingers. Rolling the sensitive nub in a way that has you letting out a gasp. A loud gasp.Â
âWhat was that?â
Youâre so desperately trying to hold back your loud, slutty moans as Choso toys with your pretty clit that you almost miss the question. You wouldâve - if it hadnât been for the way he grunt into your ear, âAnswer, baby. Sâr-rude to leave someone hanging.â
âAh- I uh-â you mutter into the phone. Giving your boyfriend a warning sideglance, âSâjust myâŠpet. Heâs really needy right now.â
The word âpetâ has barely escaped your glossy lips before Chosoâs rutting into you harder. So debauched. So sloppy with the way his precum was dribbling down your thighs, making such a mess of your drooling cunt.
âOh yeah, I have a pet too. A dog, always wantinâ to go out on walks and-â
Your slick just a glossy sheen down his fingers - all the way down his wrist - from where he was just abusing your ravaged clit. Giving a light flick! before groaning, âYeah. Needy. F-fuck this âpetâ of yours is real needy.â
And then heâs ramping up his pace - grinding like he was possessed. Like he couldnât give less of a shit if your coworker could hear the lewd squelches from down below. Your muffled moans as Choso draws messy lilâ patterns on your clit, simultaneously spreading your puffy folds to slide his cock faster between them.
Rougher. More desperate. Getting off to just the mere feeling of your panties digging into his hand as he pulls on them lazily, and your cunt clenching and trying to suck him up.Â
In his feverish state, Chosoâs angry, red tip just barely slips between your dripping slit and into your sloppy entrance. Having you keen, âCho!â
And thatâs all it takes for him to cum - thick, hot globs of cum to paint your pretty walls white. Pulling out to absolutely soak your panties with his seed, pooling between your legs - your stomach - where was still playing with your clit. Smearing it everywhere, like he was proving a point.Â
The very same point that has him pulling your limp arm close enough so your phone was right at his ear.
âHey, maybe you and I can walk our pets together. Then head out for a dinn-â
âIâm the âpetâ, nâ sheâs a bit occupied right now.â he grunts into the phone. Ignoring the flustered bursts of protests from your coworker, âDo it yourself.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot
âYou can take it, right?â
You donât even know what broken little response youâre blabbering out, and it didnât matter either way. Because Sukuna is shoving his fat head into your sloppy hole - just barely. Not getting too far past that first little ring of resistance, after which, youâre letting out a sinful yelp. Which, of course, makes him immediately pull out completely and do it all over again.Â
âKuna- oh my god-â you gasp, legs trembling as you grip onto the bathroom sink at this dingy little party. âNot gonna- hngh- fit.â
And itâs true, you needed to breathe. To stretch, to maybe spread your legs more - anything and everything to make up for Sukunaâs massive cock and the pathetic preparation youâve had.
But heâs only giving your ass a sharp smack! Letting out a dark chuckle when you squeal and scramble to claw at the cool tile. âNâ who was the one that hah- dragged me in here cuz she got too hot nâ bothered seeing some rando flirt with me?â
Youâre batting your lashes behind at him so deceivingly innocently, âSânot m-my fault. She was trynna hngh- get your number right in front of me.â
âRight.â Smack! âSâthis slutty pussyâs fault, huh? And I say this good girl can take me.â Sukunaâs bending his knees, angling his angry, weeping tip to smear his precum all over your gaping hole. He hums at how glistening wet you were for him, how nicely you were dribbling all the way down your thighs. âSee? Be grateful I even wet this lilâ cunt for you. Now, lemme feel how tight you actually are, brat.âÂ
Oh God, maybe this is why Sukuna usually stretched you out - teased you for hours - before splitting you apart on his swollen cock.Â
And heâll never admit it, but just one, shallow grind into your cunt and the man feels like he could cum right then and there.
âH-holy shit-â he breathes, eyes widening in genuine surprise at the way your puffy folds were bulging around him. Not even quarter of a way in yet, yet big, fat tears were wetting your cheeks, âDamnn, girl- ngh- fuck. No one else could compare.â
He canât stop himself - and you canât either. The stretch too sinful. The nudge of Sukunaâs fat head against your sweet spots too good that youâre fucking yourself back into his throbbing cock. Inch by inch. So agonizingly slow.Â
For once in his life, heâs awe-struck. Staying so teasingly still to watch the way your ass bounces back against his toned pelvis, trying to bully his too-big cock inside your gummy walls.Â
âShiiit- tightest lilâ thing Iâve ever fucked.â Barely even at the halfway mark before you start slowing down ever-so-slightly, âAwww, what happened to my lilâ show? Weâre not even all done, yet.â
Fuck, he twitches wildly when youâre turning back with your dewy eyes and it feels like heâs pushing into your lungs. You whine, âI canât, Kuna- wonât- sâtoo big!â
Sukuna clicks his tongue, âNot this again.â A large hand coming around your neck, fingernails sharp at your racing pulse as he tilts your head up. âOpen that filthy mouth now.â Giving you a dangerous, sickly-sinful grin before spitting a steady stream of saliva. Wiping at the excess on your lower lip so gently, âWonât have this mouth saying what my cunt canât do, okay?â
And shit, heâs so big. So unforgiving. So ready to break you apart on his relentless cock. Feeling annoyed at that version of you whoâd usually complain about all the stretching out your boyfriend would do.
âJusâ a bit more-â heâs groaning. Hissing at the way his heavy balls are smacking against your ass. Starting to toy with your neglected clit, âBit- fuck you take me so perfect- more-â
And itâs all you can do to let out wet, fucked-out groans as he finally moves with purpose. Not as rough as he wants, yet - just calculated, deep grinds just to fit inside.Â
âSheâs gonna take me ah- allll up.â Heâs running his mouth against yours now, free hand dancing down to that bulge beginning to form at your stomach. âGonna feel myself in here, right? Take m-me until-â Just devouring the sight of your folds struggling and swollen around his thick cock - now, not too far from that ring of ink around his soaked base. â-til I canât see this tattoo anymore, right?â
Youâre jolting, âOh- please!â
âPlease what?â
The fat of your ass almost pressing against his sculpted abs, big arms keeping you so close. âPlease jusâ stuff me full, Kuna.â
Fuck, do you even know what youâre saying? He doesnât know - he doesnât care either.Â
Because in one, fluid motion, Sukuna is pinning your arms back with one of his, using the leverage to bury himself so deep. All the way until your pretty pussy was sucking up that tattoo at his hilt. heavy balls smacking your clit, your slick slobbering all down his thighs - his abs - everywhere.
âX marks the spot, huh.â he huffs, words strained. Reeling back, back, back - just dragging his massive cock along your walls. Slamming back so mean until youâre pushed further up the counter, until he canât see his tattoo anymore. âNowâŠlemme show you why you shouldnât be jealous of any trash, brat.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Splash zone!
Itâs everywhere. Dripping from your burning cheeks to glossing over your swollen lips, dripping all the way down to your blue lingerie. Gojoâs cum was everywhere.
But he doesnât seem like heâs had enough with the way heâs slapping his angry, spasming head by your cheek. Smearing whateverâs left of his Earth-shattering orgasm, âYeahhhh, fuck- youâre so sexy.â he groans. Breathing as ragged as his words, âNow, open that f-fucking mouth fâme, sweetheart.â
Itâs like on auto-pilot when you do - looking right in Gojoâs crazed, half-lidded eyes when your tongue lolls out. All creamy and filthy with his cum, dribbling down to the hardwood floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip!Â
âNow now.â You feel a sudden spike of- fear? Anticipation? At Gojoâs tone, dropping to a low hum as he smacks his thighs in a gesture that tells you to come and sit. âWho said you could waste my cum?â
Fuck, you shouldâve known better. Shouldâve known better than to listen to his goading request. Shouldâve known better than to sit yourself down so prettily on his thick thighs. Mewling a little, âBut, Toru- You told me to-â
âDid I?â he muses, running a thumb along your bottom lip. Pooling his cum on his fingerpad, âMustâve been my mistake.â
With a low, guttural growl, Gojoâs then kissing you. No care or concern for the taste of himself on your tongue - running solely on the taste of you and your cunt and you-
âO-oh, Toru.â you gasp away from the sloppy kiss when your boyfriend starts circling your swollen, needy cunt with his dripping wet fingers. Neat fingernails just grazing down your silky slit. âShit- please.â
He bites down your neck, breath hot and feverish. âUse your words properly, sweetheart.â
Right now all you could do was buck your hips down his long, long fingers, trying so desperately to guide them towards where you needed them the most. Moaning out a shaky, âP-please. Wanâ your fingers so deep inside.â once you finally give up taking things into your own hands.
And, well. Maybe youâre an idiot - maybe youâre a mastermind.
Because you get exactly what you want, Gojoâs fingers bullying their way to roam your gummy walls. Fingertips kissing and prodding at each and every familiar little spot he knew would have you all crying and breathless on his lap.Â
The only catch is the teasing. Fuck, the teasing.
âOh. F-fuck- jusâ look at her.â he growls. âThat cunt of yours is such a hah- good girl. How come youâve got such a naughty mouth, then?â
He doesnât expect you to respond - and you donât think you can. Not with the way Gojo doesnât even bother to fucking ease you into it, immediately thrusting his fingers in and out of your sloppy entrance with reckless abandon. So mean. So dangerously calculated with each time heâs pressing your g-spot.Â
Hard. Sloppy.Â
The squelches so obscene that it made your face burn. Gojoâs muscled thighs bouncing ever-so-slightly to make you fuck yourself back like such a slut.Â
âYeah? Ya like that, huh?â he chuckles when youâre scrambling to grab at his hair, his shoulders, his biceps - anything and everything to keep your sanity intact. âSâonly payback.â
You raise your unfocused eyes up at Gojo, whimpering out a teary, âWh-what?â
âIâm just-â The smug bastard he is, he quirks his index just right to abuse your magical spot. Hard. â-saying. If you wasted my cum, well, mâgonna have to hah- get back somehow, right?â
Itâs all thatâs said before Gojoâs speeding up his movements. All but dragging his fingers across your heavenly walls, so so sloppy with the way youâre slobbering all the way down to his wrists. In and out in and out in and-
âHey now, the fuck do you hah- think youâre doing?â Youâre snapped out of your lustful little reverie, and so is the hand snaking down to play with your pulsing clit. Not a moment wasted before Gojo is using the same hand that was currently fingerfucking you stupid to thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves. âThis pussy belongs to me nâ Iâm in fuck- charge of how you cum, mmkay?â
Youâre giving him a delirious nod - but that wasnât enough.Â
And soon enough two fingers are being shoved between your kiss-bitten lips. Gojoâs free hand pressing right at the back of your throat as he wiggles his fingers enough to imitate you nodding. âYeah, thought so.â
Fuck, it makes you so embarrased. It makes an obscene mix of cum and saliva drool down the corner of your mouth, coating Gojoâs palm. It makes your snug cunt clench too tight around the fingers having their way with you. So hard that you wondered how the hell his wrist wasnât cramping up.Â
It makes you cum. Hard. Violent.Â
Until your vision is spotty, nothing but broken moans muffled from your lips. Squirting all over Gojoâs fingers like heâs infuriatingly wanted so badly. Your poor pussy just gushing, a sickly sweet sheen of your slick coating everything from his wrist, to his thighs, to the overpriced sheets that had just been laid out.Â
Even messier than Gojo had been.
Until your boyfriend is groaning from above, awe-struck, âHey, sweetheart, I think you squirted more than me so maybe we should try to even out the-â
âSatoru!â
A/N. Think Iâm ovulating rn, whoâs gonna match my freak HM?
Plagiarism not authorized.
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light of the morning
in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs
Itâs late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that youâre dozing on the bed above the covers.Â
It takes you a moment to reorient yourselfâyouâre rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door.Â
"Hi."
"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. Itâs funny, really. He never gets any better at this.Â
You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door.Â
"Did I wake you?"
"How could you tell?"
"Youâre in pajamas. And you look tired. I meanâyou donât look bad. You never look bad, I just meant⊠you donât look tired but youâre notâI didnât mean toâ"
"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "Itâs late. We have to be up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."
He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.
You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth.Â
"Itâs fine. But I donât know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."
His eyebrows dart up.Â
"Thatâs fine. Thatâs totally fine. Iâll just, uhâ"
When you donât move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but thatâs how he looks in his sleep clothes. Thereâs a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if heâs not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it.Â
"You could⊠stay, anyway, if you want?"
His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. Thereâs a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack.Â
"Sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, you canâ"
"No, no! You didnât, I just donât want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. Iâm right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."
You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety.Â
"Itâs fine. Itâs not like we havenât shared a bed before." And not like you wouldnât have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.
He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."
Itâs incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement.Â
"Do you wanna get your stuff, orâŠ"
"No, thatâs okay. Iâll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."
You squint, unable to tell if heâs fucking with you or if thatâs an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you donât really care.Â
"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. Iâm just going to brush my teeth."
Once youâre enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But thatâs silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. Itâs always been a matter of convenienceâless bother if he doesnât have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when youâre both exhausted. Or maybe thatâs just what youâve been telling yourselves.Â
You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and heâs already under the covers, fiddling with his phone.Â
"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time toâ"
"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you.Â
"Spencer."
âYeah,â he answers immediately. Like heâs even more wired about this whole situation than you are.Â
"You know you donât have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? Iâm not a leper."
He looses a nervous laugh.Â
"I know. Weâve just never really done this."
You frown at the darkness.
"Weâve definitely slept in the same bed before."
"Yeah, but⊠this feels different."
That, you canât argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex?Â
Screw it. If there is one thing you donât want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvetâand find his hand already waiting for yours.Â
"I donât think itâs that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly.Â
"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefitsâŠ" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesnât want to shatter it.Â
"Canât argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling youâre doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.
"Can IâŠ"
"Yeah."
Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as youâve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now.Â
He exhales as you settle against each otherâa sound of relief that mirrors your own. Heâs so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you canât deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like heâs not even thinking about it.Â
"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt.Â
"Goodnight," he whispers back.Â
You fall asleep pretty quickly after that.Â
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Itâs unclear what wakes you upâmaybe itâs the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, itâs still mostly dark) or maybe itâs the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.
Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache.Â
But youâre just friends.Â
Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second youâre nervous heâll pull away.Â
"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep.Â
"Five."
"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."
"Sometimes waking up early is okay."
His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily youâre paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which youâve never operated. You donât know whatâs acceptable. You donât know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you donât want to make him uncomfortable, orâ
He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and handsâitâs almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt.Â
Friends.Â
"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."
"I donât want to go back to sleep."
The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you. Â
"No? What do you want?"
Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, itâs your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer.Â
The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. Whatâs a kiss or two when youâve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while youâre still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People donât think clearly when theyâve just been asleep.
So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?
Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips.Â
"I thought it wasnât a good night?"
"Itâs not night time anymore, is it, genius?"
You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away.Â
Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himselfâbiting his lip to hold back the words.Â
"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing.Â
"I was justâ" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I donât know if thatâs something I should say, or if it would feel too⊠I donât knowâŠ"
He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesnât have the words.Â
You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And heâs right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesnât mean you donât like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you.Â
"Itâs fine. Thank you."
He continues chewing on his lip for a moment.Â
"Did I just ruin the mood?"
"No," you laugh, "not at all."
"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again.Â
"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses.Â
He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck.Â
"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"
"Kind of," you breathe.
"No you donât," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."
Well, heâs not wrong there.Â
You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows itâs low enough to be covered by your clothing later.Â
You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you areâhow easy it is to get a reaction out of you.Â
Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldnât hear them, but Spencer does. Heâs hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you.Â
Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum.Â
"Youâre gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we donât want to wake him up."
"Iâll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencerâs mouth trails lower until heâs pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders.Â
"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs.Â
You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. Itâs not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesnât make it any easier.Â
Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you likeâhe knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans.Â
"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient youâll get what you want.Â
He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and youâre forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you canât hold back. Spencer keeps it up until youâre practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close.Â
"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like thisâwith him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course.Â
He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty.Â
You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and youâre losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencerâs tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. Thereâs really no way of knowingâyour ears are ringing anyway.Â
When you come to a moment later heâs peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently.Â
"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."
You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt.Â
Youâre the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didnât even think about.Â
"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further.Â
"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway.Â
"You must have me confused with someone else."
"Doubtful."
You donât have much time to consider what that could mean before heâs running the head of his cock over your clit and youâre gasping into his mouth, saying please like itâs the only word you know.Â
"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once heâs opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, youâre seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"
Itâs been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words.Â
"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.Â
"Relax, sweetheart. I donât want to hurt you."
He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. Youâre so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he canât think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you.Â
"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation.Â
"IÂ know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."
"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way.Â
"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."
You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.
"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut.Â
"Only for you."
Just three wordsâbut he wasnât expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes himâone that heâll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating.Â
"Only me?"
You moan an affirmation.Â
"Good. I donât want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"
"Yes!"
"Iâm the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. Youâre not doing this for anybody else, baby."
"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spenceâ"
He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit.Â
You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. Itâs obvious that your orgasm is close, but you canât even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing.Â
No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same momentâdeep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes.Â
You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, youâre both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet.Â
"You okay?"
All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb.Â
"Need your words, angel girl."
"Iâm okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing.Â
"Yeah? Why so quiet?"
But it seems that at least for the moment, heâs gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter.Â
"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"
"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck.Â
"You can haveâŠ" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."
"An hour."
He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you.Â
"I said 48 minutes."
But it doesnât matterâyouâre already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go nowâthe earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will ariseâbut how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that heâll watch over her as she sleeps? Noâthereâs no way heâs leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, heâs sure.Â
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The Other Woman
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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.
Pair: Miguel OâHara x Spider!Reader
Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel
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A/N: Hi! I donât really write at all!!
I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So Iâm excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since itâs my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Honestly tbh we all donât have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please donât get mad about the inaccuracies.
I love a good angst and todayâs story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!
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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didnât know.
You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.
Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.
âWhereâs the spider?â He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldnât focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.
âI donât know, it like died after it bit me!â You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.
âDios mĂo no me digas esoâŠâ He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. âThat spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now youâre a spider-man.â
And the rest is historyâŠ
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You learned that the man was Miguel OâHara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.
Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that canât be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.
Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.
What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain heâd went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.
You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.
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âIâm sorry Y/N.â Miguel couldnât look at you.
âWhen did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?â You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.
You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldnât breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.
âYou did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.â Was all he replied.
âWho is she?â Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldnât leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didnât need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.
âDoes she have another version of your daughter?â You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You werenât stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldnât just walk out on you with a lie.
âNo.â He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. âShe is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and sheâs not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-itâs a chance for me to start at the very beginning.â
You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesnât have a child yet⊠Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.
âWhat about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?â You didnât understand how this was happening.
He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?
âThis is different.â He turned away from you. âI pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on youâŠâ He knew that this was going to tear you apart. âI learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that wonât disrupt anything.â
It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.
You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldnât drop everything for it.
âI think itâs best that you leave.â He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldnât wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasnât making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-youâs not so long ago.
You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.
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It didnât take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.
His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you werenât assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a âCall for Y/N!â In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.
It wasnât until a new woman showed up in Miguelâs office with a grip around his waist. Thatâs when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.
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You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldnât stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you werenât from there.
You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him⊠Thatâs when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.
Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.
âOh, Y/N.â Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.
âHeâs on a mission right now.â Peter spoke up. âIt might be a long one too but donât waste anytime just incase.â
You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.
The last stop was in Miguelâs office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.
âHello!â She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguelâs shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasnât the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.
âHi.â Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didnât have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.
âWhatâs your name? I donât think Iâve seen you here before.â Getting off Miguelâs platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.
âY/N.â
âWell, itâs nice to meet you! Itâs nice to meet other girls around here.â
Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you⊠Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.
âMy boyfriend isnât here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.â She continued as you stayed silent.
âOh, no itâs okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.â You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldnât even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.
You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.
âOh I didnât know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldnât let me touch anything.â She followed besides you. âItâs so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We donât have any of this where I live-â She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.
âAre you and Miguel already planning to have a child?â You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.
âOh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.â She chuckled.
In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. âHeâs never mentioned kids anyways. Iâm not even sure if heâd like them or do well with them.â
With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesnât know anything. She probably doesnât even know that sheâs a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didnât just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldnât dislike her, she wasnât doing anything wrong and she doesnât even know.
âI got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.â Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.
It wouldnât be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.
âAH-â You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.
âItâs so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!âShe started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didnât agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.
âLyla, Lyla Itâs okay. Just stop. Itâs all complicated I know, but this didnât work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.â You felt yourself choke up. âI can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.â
Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. Youâve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time youâll be speaking with her.
âYou can give him a family y/n⊠you guys have been married two years now. I know youâve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.â
âLyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is⊠Good for him for believing in something so hard heâs found himself even a third chance to do it.â
âI hate that youâre being too kind about this situation.â Lyla paced around you.
âI love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. Itâs so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but Iâm also emotionally drained I canât do this.â You let out a deep sigh. âIâve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough⊠When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.â
âYou can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! Heâs just too obsessed and heâs lost himself in that.â She exclaimed with her hands up.
âOur canon event was our wedding.â Your frowned deepened. âBut the universe didnât say anything else after. It doesnât say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.â
âIâm just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.â Lyla recalled.
âAnd Iâm grateful for it⊠Even if this didnât work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know Iâm being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on Iâll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.â You felt your emotions bubble. âI became who I am here. Iâm going to miss everyone so much.â
âYou can still stay here and work with us.â She edged on.
âI canât just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know heâs your boss and youâre basically hardwired to do everything for him and youâre trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable itâll be. Iâm the only one hurting here.â
Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasnât her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She canât be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didnât want to see any more damage be caused to you.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â She looked up at you sincerely. âI hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time youâve even been in your universe?â
âLike a year ago for a missionâŠâ
âExactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but Iâm tied to MiguelâŠâ You started to see how it clicked for her too that itâs most likely you might not see each other for a long time. âEven if a spider-person is visiting you I canât just show up on their watch⊠Itâll go back to him and I know you wouldnât want that. I know Iâm an AI and I canât hold real emotions but I mean it when I say Iâm going to miss you.â
Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome youâve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love canât bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if itâs self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.
âBye, Lyla.â You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.
Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.
You were always just the other woman.
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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~
would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think itâll be more in Miguelâs perspective as well!
EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here
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Period sex with Geto Suguru <3
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contains: fem reader, established relationship, rough sex, blood blood blood, unprotected sex, hair pulling, so much dirty talk, this is truly filthy
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"Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-" Shoko's voice cut you off before you could continue cursing her out. "Good morning to you too." You groaned, keeping your phone pressed to your ear, you rolled over on your back, splaying your limbs out on your sheets. "You're on your period right?" You asked, making her choke on her spit on the other line.
"Why are you being weird right now?" She deadpanned into the receiver, her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "We were together all day yesterday, and I wasn't supposed to start my period for another four days, so tell me why I woke up to bloody sheets." You growl, pouting at your ceiling.
"Crazy thought, maybe it's because the app you have to track your period is just... an estimate of when it will arrive..." She said, laughing into the phone. She held her phone away from her ear when you groaned into the receiver, rolling back over you put her on speaker so you could bury your face in your sheets to grovel while still being able to hear her.Â
"Shoko, It's my 2nd anniversary with Geto today, I can't be on my period." You said, your voice coming out muffled from having your mouth buried in the sheets. "Well I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it sounds like you're on your period."Â
You heard movement on the other line before you heard the tap running, Shoko must just be getting up to start her day too. "Fuck.. this fucking suuuuck." You groaned, lifting your head to lay your chin against the sheets, pouting at your phone. "It can't be that big of a deal right?" Shoko asked, her words coming out muffled as she brushed her teeth while she spoke.
"Huh?" You said, waiting for her to elaborate. "You're worried about the sex right? You're seriously telling me you've been with that freak for two years and you've never fucked on your period?" She asked incredulously, spitting the toothpaste out into the sink.Â
You blushed at the thought of how dirty that was, how messy it would be. "Isn't that... kinda gross?" You asked, crossing your arms on the bed and laying your head against them. Shoko giggled on the other end, the water shutting off as her voice sounded louder now, she must've taken you off the speaker. "Nah, that's how soul ties are formed. Besides, Geto doesn't seem like the kinda person to be grossed out by that kinda thing, right?"Â
Shoko had known Geto for as long as you have, so you trusted her words, but you still felt a little uneasy about the whole thing. "I don't know... It seems like it would just be one big mess." You replied, feeling yourself start to blush the more you thought about it. "At the end of the day, it's up to you, but from the way you started this call off by cursing at me like a sailor, I think having sex on your anniversary is kinda important to you, but what do I know."
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You spent the rest of the day pondering Shoko's words. Geto was a gentleman truly. You had bled through on his sheets or your pants dozens of times in his presence, and every time he cleaned you up and reassured you it was alright and you shouldn't ever be embarrassed by something so natural.
Still though, just because he wasn't grossed out by it, doesn't mean he was into it. You weren't even sure yourself if you wanted to do it. Although Geto would probably reassure you to no end to not be embarrassed at the mess, you wouldn't be able to help yourself. Or that's what your anxieties were telling you.Â
You and Geto had the most open, communicative, honest relationship, you had no idea why this was so hard to even think about bringing up to him.
What if he flat-out rejected the idea? That would be more embarrassing than actually having period sex and making a mess. After hours and hours of stressing over whether or not you were going to ask him if he wanted to do it, the time came when you didnt have a choice anymore.
Geto reached behind him and locked the front door shut blindly, one hand wrapped firmly around your waist as he kept you pressed to his chest, kissing you passionately. The way he was kissing you made all of your worries wash away, you almost forgot you were on your period until he slid his thigh between your legs, his hands coming down to grab your ass and start dragging your cunt along his thigh.
You tipped your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as Geto chased your neck, his breath smelling like the wine the two of you just shared at the beautiful restaurant he had taken you to. "Fuck... Sugu..." You whined quietly into the air, letting him grind you on his thigh, his lips kissing and sucking your neck sloppily. "Feel good baby? Feelin' better now that I'm kissin' you?" Geto mumbled against your neck, making you whimper.
"I-I've felt good all night- ahh!" Your words ended with a high-pitched moan when he flexed his thigh while he pulled your hips against him, the stimulation feeling just right against your clit. "Mmm.. you've been distracted." He whispered, kissing your neck between words.Â
You cursed him for knowing you so well. He had said the same thing in the car; that you looked like something was on your mind; and you said you were fine, but clearly, he didn't believe you then, or now--he just didn't want to spoil the dinner by pushing you to talk about something you didn't want to talk about.Â
"You gonna tell me what's wrong? Or you want me to fuck you so hard you forget about it." He whispered against your ear, chasing his words with a bite to your earlobe, making you groan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck.." You loved it when he whispered in your ear like that. His filthy words never failed to send shivers down your spine.Â
You let him pamper your neck a little longer before you stopped him, using his kisses to distract yourself as you tried to build up the courage to finally bring up what's been on your mind all night, or he was going to figure it out himself when he pulled down your panties.
When you felt Geto's hard cock poke against your thigh, that's when you decided it was time. You had to tell him before things went any further. "Sugu- fuck- fuck sugu stop for a second." You moaned begrudgingly, pushing his shoulders back.
Geto's lips detached from your neck, a small smile plastered on his blushing face as he stared at you, waiting patiently for you to speak. "I uh.." You started, fidgeting with the collar of his dress shirt as you spoke. "Take your time baby," Geto said, his hands rubbing soothingly on your hips, making your body relax under his touch.
"I wanted to tell you earlier, but I didnt want to ruin the mood.." You started, looking at the wall behind him, embarrassed as you spoke. Geto nodded at your words, keeping his eyes on yours so you knew he was listening, whether or not you were looking at him. "I started my period this morning.." You said, taking a deep breath before your eyes found his once more, gauging his reaction.
Geto snorted, his large hand sliding up your back to lay on the top of your head, ruffling your hair. "That's what you were so worried about all day? Your expression looked like someone had died." Geto laughed, dimples forming on his cheeks as he giggled. You pouted at him while he messed up your hair. "So what now? You wanna pick up where we left off, or is this you telling me you just wanna watch a movie tonight? Both are fine." Geto said, his hand finding a home on your waist once more as he waited for your reply.
"Huh? You know continuing...this" you bulged your eyes out, moving your head around to gesture at what the both of you were doing, "will lead to sex..." You said confused. Geto looked at you deadpanned, waiting for you to tell him something he didnt already know. "That's right baby," Geto said, pursing his lips together as he nodded, trying to hide his giggle.
"Suguru, I'm bleeding out of my vagina... y'know, the place your dick goes... when we have sex." You said, your embarrassment long gone as you tried to figure out why Geto was being so nonchalant about this whole thing.Â
The dark-haired man smiled, his face dipping down to your ear once more as he bit the shell of your ear between his teeth, kissing the same spot once he let it go. "If you think I'm worried about getting a little blood on my dick, you're worrying for nothing," Geto whispered into your ear, his hot breath and deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "What's the point of having a sword if you're afraid to get a little blood on it~" He whispered in the same tone, making you cringe and pull your head away from him.
"You've been hanging out with Satoru too much." You said, your face scrunching in displeasure as you covered your ear with your hand, preventing Geto from whispering any more pussy drying shit into your ear. Geto laughed before he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, making you soften up for him once more. "I'm serious. If it's okay with you it's okay with me. Just wanna make you feel good." He said, taking a step closer to you so his chest was flush with yours.
You wanted to ask him again if he was sure, but you already knew what the answer was going to be. You knew Geto would have absolutely no problem reassuring you a thousand times over he was okay with this if that's what you needed, but you decided to not let your anxieties win tonight. "Okay... go get a towel and meet me in the bedroom..." You said shyly, feeling your face heat up as you looked away from him, staring at the wall like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Yessss," Geto whispered, his hand forming a fist as he shook it in front of him like he had just won a medal. You snorted at his ridiculousness as Geto pressed his hands on your cheeks and kissed your forehead before pulling away and making a B-line for the bathroom to get the towel you asked for. "Get ready and get 'ur ass on my bed now!!" Geto yelled from the hall, making you laugh as you held your hand over your dress that had started to slip down your tits, your body making a path to the bedroom.
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You weren't waiting long at all before he walked into the room, one dry, and one wet towel over his arms. You had already used the other bathroom in Suguru's bedroom to get yourself ready, discarding the tampon in the trash as you sat on his bed, praying that in the couple of seconds he took to get the towels, that you hadn't already bled through your panties and onto his sheets. Not that that type of worry was warranted right now when you were about to have sex with him.
Geto whistled when he walked in, his eyes raking over your body that was clad in the special set you had bought just for tonight. "That new?" Geto asked, placing the wet towel over his headboard for later. His knee dipped into his sheets, his hands opening the towel as he motioned with his head for you to come over to him so he could lay it down for you. "Yeah, do you like it?" You asked, pawing your hands over the big muscles in his arms as he fanned the towel out on the bed like a blanket.
His arms slid under yours as he crawled towards you, only clad in his boxers and half-unbuttoned dress-up shirt. His boner was strikingly obvious as his shirt flowed freely in front of him as he made his way on top of you, his larger thighs sliding under yours, your legs wrapped around his waist. "Fucking love it, baby, you look so beautiful," Geto whispered, pressing his hips forward into yours as he spoke, his hard cock pressing against your panty-clat pussy.
"Thank you Sugu." You said, biting your lip before he leaned in, connecting your lips together. You moaned against him, his lips parting to slot against yours as he swallowed your soft noises. Geto breathed out sharply through his nose as he made out with you, his hips slowly rolling against you as he held the small of your waist in his hands, using your body as leverage.Â
Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him as close as possible as the two of you kissed. His tongue poked at your lips, silently asking for permission to let him in. You happily obliged, opening your mouth more you poked your tongue out to meet his, his overpowering yours in an instant as the taste of you consumed him, making a new wave of heat wash over his body.
One of his hands slid between the two of you to grope at your chest, his large, warm hand engulfing the fat of your tit as he massaged it in his hand, his fingers rubbing small circles teasingly around your nipple, making you whine and whimper into his mouth, your hands crumpling his dress shirt in your fists.Â
"'S that feel good baby?" Geto asked, kissing you between words. You nodded against him, moaning louder as he started to press his hips harder against yours. You felt a gush of wetness flow from your cunt, the feeling making your body tense as you were unsure of what it was. "Just relax baby. Gonna take such good care of you." Geto whispered against your lips, feeling your body stiffen underneath him.
Slowly, as he kissed you, your body loosened up once more, you started grinding your hips up into his, repeating in your head that this was okay, Geto was into this, you were okay.
Suguru leaned back, his hands sliding down your body as they gripped your hips firmly. He bit his lip as he humped his cock into your clothed cunt, his mushroom tip pressing right against your clit. One of your hands was placed on his thigh, the other came to press lightly over your mouth as you moaned at his ministrations, the fire in your tummy getting hotter.
"I can feel you through my boxers," Geto said, slowly rolling his hips into yours. You blushed, your eyebrows furrowing together as you whined at his words. His thumb came down to press at your clit through your panties, his cock poking at your hole as he kept humping against you. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, abandoning your mouth as you moaned freely, your body squirming against the sheets as he rubbed your clit in small circles.
"Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet down here." He groaned, biting his lip as he touched you, feeling the wet fabric under his finger. You whimpered under him, your legs squeezing around his wrist when he pulled away from your clit, his hips pulling back so he could take off your panties.
You looked like a disheveled mess, your face a flushed mess, your nipples hard through your sheer bra, your chest raising and falling quickly as you panted from Geto's teasing. He slipped his fingers under the band of your panties, his eyes finding yours before he spoke. "Is it okay if I take these off?" He asked, trying to appear calm and collected as his cock throbbed at the suspense of finally seeing your bare pussy exposed to his eyes.
You nodded, your hand retracting from his wrist as you let him lift your legs, your panties soaked with blood and your arousal being thrown somewhere on his floor. "Oh fuck." Geto groaned, his hand coming to cover his mouth as he stared at your naked pussy, streaks of red contrasting nicely against your cunt. You resisted the urge to close your legs as Geto shamelessly stared at you, his other hand reaching down to his dick as he grabbed himself over his boxers, palming his bulge.
"Your pussy is so cute, so fucking cute." He praised, shaking his head in disbelief as he throbbed in his hand, his face heating up at his arousal. "Don't stare Sugu... It's embarrassing." You whined, looking away from him with a pout. "Nooo, nonono." Geto quickly retorted his hand that was covering his face sliding down to his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt, peeling back the fabric and letting it fall to the ground as he fully exposed his rippling chest to your greedy eyes.
"'S not embarrassing at all. It's so fucking hot." He groaned, palming himself harder over his pants. You blushed at his shameless words, your eyes raking over his chest as you tried to distract yourself from his watchful eyes. "Fuck." he groaned, continuing to rub himself, leaving you a throbbing, bloody, leaky mess.Â
"God... would you kick me if I ate your pussy out right now? She's lookin' at me like she wants to feel my tongue inside her." Geto said, rubbing his thumb over his tip. You felt a chill run down your spine, your cunt clenched at his words but your legs tried to snap shut around his hips in fear that he would actually do it. "Don't even think about it, stop thinking about it." You said, the color draining from your cheeks.
Geto let out a giggle, his thumb reaching down to pull apart the lip of your pussy, spreading you open so he could get a better view of you. "Relax, realxxx, I won't do it... this time..." You missed that last part as you felt Geto spread you open, your ears feeling hot as he stared at your cunt like it was some attraction.
Geto was too distracted by your hands that he didn't notice until he felt your touch that you had leaned to the side so you were able to reach his cock, your hand palming over his dick, making his eyes go wide as they shot up to your face. "How much longer are you gonna keep me waiting, huh?" You asked, trying to sound stern but your arousal made you sound like a needy cockslut.
Geto smirked, his hand pulling down his boxers quickly as he shimmied out of them, his hard cock slapping against his hard abdomen, the small happy trail of black hair that ended at the neatly trimmed base made your mouth water. "Sugu, did you make your dick all pretty for me?~." You teased, referring to how neat and almost pretty his pubes looked.
"Are you trying to say I usually look messy?" He asked, squinting his eyes at you as his jaw dropped in faux offense, his arms finding their home on your waist once more as he leaned over you, his chest pressed against his as his cock poked your pussy from below. You giggled at his scrutinizing gaze, your hands cradling his face as you spoke. "Never baby, but It looks like you took your crotch to the barber." You said giggling, your laugh getting interrupted with a sharp inhale as his dick poked your clit.
Geto pouted at your teasing, his head dipping down to the crook of your neck as he bit the skin there, making you groan. "'s the last time I try to do anything nice for you... followed a tutorial 'nnd everything." He said, that last part making you laugh.Â
"Yeah yeah, laugh all you want. Let's see if you're still laughing when I fuck you full of my pretty dick, huh?" He said, his hand pressing by the sides of your head as his other slid between the two of you to grab the base of his dick, rubbing his tip against your folds.
Your giggling immediately ceased when you felt his leaky tip bump against your clit. Looking between you you saw the head of his dick already coated in a thin layer of your blood, making your hands shoot to your face as you leaned back, covering your eyes. Geto smiled at your antics, the hand not holding his cock reaching up to pull your wrist away, "Baby shop that~ You don't have to be embarrassed." Geto said, his eyes flitting between your cunt and your flushed face, hidden by your hands.
"I've never done this before, it just... it feels like I should be." You said, peeking through your fingers to look at Geto, who was still rubbing his cock agaisnt your folds, the wet sounds your cunt was making made your ears flush red at the tips. "I know baby, but I promise I fucking love it. Look how hard I am... c'mon... look." Geto pleaded, pulling gently at your wrists for you to show your face.
Begrudgingly, you pulled your hands away, looking down between your legs at Geto's stiff cock. He pressed his tip against your folds, making your pussy squish at the top as he pressed hard against you, dragging his tip from your entrance to your clit. "You think I'd be this hard if I was grossed out by this? Hm?" Geto said, raising his eyebrow at you.
You held your hands over your chest, your fingers fidgeting with the straps of your bra as you shook your head. "Yeah, that's right. Knew you were a smart girl." Geto praised. He looked down at his cock, his balls clenching at the sight of your blood smeared over his cockhead. He rubbed you up and down a couple more times before he found the entrance of your pussy, pressing in slightly as he fed you the tip of his cock.
You gasped in unison as it popped into the tight ring of your cunt, Geto took a deep breath in through his teeth before he pulled back out again, repeating the process a few times. "Fuck...Sugu... give me more, please." You whined impatiently as you felt yourself clench around nothing each time he pulled out, leaving you empty.
"I didn't stretch you out on my fingers, so I gotta take it slow, pretty girl," Geto explained, watching you pout at his words. "Unless you want me to?" He added with a mischievous smirk, already knowing your answer. The way your expression changed to a more serious one answered his question better than your words ever could've. "That's what I thought, be patient," Geto replied, slipping his fat cock in and out of your leaky hole.
"Fuuuuck." You moaned, your head falling back against the pillows when Geto pushed his cock in a little deeper. Your hand shot to his sheets, crumpling the fabric between your fingers as he took his time working you open on his dick. "God- you're so fucking warm-" Geto grit through his teeth, thrusting his cock shallowly into you.
Your pussy was usually insanely warm, making Geto never want to pull out--but right now? It was especially warm and wet, he had your blood to thank for that. "Sugu~ You're so big-" You groaned when he let go of the base of his cock and slid himself slowly inside you, his other hand coming to steady himself by your head. Your hands shot up to grab his waist, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to ground yourself.
"Yeah? 'n you're taking it so fucking well." He praised, taking the opportunity while you had your eyes shut to look down at your tight cunt sucking him in, his brain short-circuiting as he watched your blood drip out around him, making a mess on the towel.Â
He looked back up to your face at just the right moment when you cracked your eyes open again, looking at him with pleasure plastered all over your face. "Almost in baby, just a little more." Geto cooed, his hand reaching over to rub your cheek soothingly as he continued pushing his cock into your tight hole, making your face scrunch in painful pleasure as his fat cock stretched you open.
He thrust his hips to the hilt, the both of you moaning together as he pressed his balls to your ass, making sure his cock was snug inside you. "Good girl, good fucking girl. You took my whole fucking cock like it was nothing~" He praised, his face coming down to pepper kisses over your cheeks as he stayed snug against you, not wanting to move before you were ready.
The two of you kissed while your cunt adjusted to the stretch. Your hands roamed the other's bodies as you locked your legs around Geto's back, wishing the two of you could be even closer somehow. "Baby.." You whispered against his hips, making him pull back a couple of centimeters to look at you. "Baby, please move now. Fuck me, wanna feel you." You begged your hand on his cheek, thumb caressing his soft skin as you spoke.
"Yeah? How bad do you want it?" He asked, smirking at you as he rolled his hips against yours, his tip pressing against your g-spot teasingly, making your jaw drop open against his lips, his mouth kissing your open one. "So bad, Sugu please, please give it to me." You whispered, threading your other hand through his hair, your nails raking over his scalp in the way you knew he loved.
"That feels good, keep doing that and I'll give you my cock, okay?" Geto said, his eyes rolling back in his head when you took a handful of his hair, getting ready to tug when he started fucking you. You nodded quickly, whimpering as he lifted his upper body off of you a bit. Pulling his hips back, his cock sliding out almost to the hilt, he fucked it back inside you, all eight inches of his girth being bullied into your walls, making your slick and blood gush out around him.
You yelped into the room, your hand tugging at Geto's soft hair, making him groan in tandem. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you kept tugging on his hair, his hips starting a brutal pace as he fucked you with reckless abandon, loving how wet you felt around him with the extra fluids.
"Fuck baby, fuck." Geto groaned, his head tipping back with your hand when you pulled extra hard. "This feels so fucking good ohmygod. Are you feeling good too? Do you like this?" Geto rambled, your pussy created lewd squelches to echo throughout the room, making you blush. You didn't dare look between the two of you to see how much of a mess you were making.Â
"M-mhmm, Feels so g-good Sugu-" You gasped, his cock bulling into your sweet spot making your words come out choked and slured. Geto let out a long groan, slowly rolling his hips against yours before he leaned forward and took your clothed nipple into his mouth, his hips picking up again.Â
Both of your hands tangled in his hair as you pressed him against your chest, the soft strands of his long black hair falling onto your chest and neck, tickling your skin. "Oh fuck- right there, fuck right there baby-" You whined, your nails digging against his scalp as he bit your nipple softly through your bra, moaning against it as you treated his head roughly.Â
His hips were so fucking mean, his pelvis grinding against your clit at the new angle, his bodyweight crushing yours making you feel lightheaded. The trimmed hairs on his pelvis tickled your skin, the rough feeling of his hard pelvic bone feeling euphoric as he rolled his hips against yours every so often, your clit throbbing against it.
"I can feel how messy you are down there." Geto moaned around your nipple. "You're fucking flooding around my dick right now, it feels so good, so fucking good." He groaned, moving his head to your other breast, finding your nipple with ease as he sucked it through the rough fabric, the sweet taste of your skin still accessible through it.
"A-ah- Don't say that-" You whined, accidentally tugging his hair a little too hard when he started fucking you at a particularly sensitive angle, his tip completely stimulating your g-spot and obliterating it. He groaned loudly against your skin at the feeling, his cock twitching at the feeling of his hair being pulled, the stimulation going straight to his cock.Â
"Why not? You embarrassed? Embarrassed about how much I love your pussy? Hmm?" Geto asked, lifting his head to look into your eyes. You took note of his swollen lips, red from sucking on your chest. His flushed face and slack jaw, his overall fucked out expression sent a whole new wave of arousal through you.
Geto kept the bottom half of his body close to yours, making sure he was able to keep stimulating your clit with his pelvis. "Ye-ah-" You replied, keeping your lidded eyes on his as he fucked you, the tension in the room making you feel hot all over. "You're so cute, baby." Geto cooed, his jaw dropping with a smile as he fucked into you harder, making your head fall back against the pillows once more, your eyes falling shut.
Geto chased your neck with his lips, his head finding a home in your neck as he kissed and sucked at your neck roughly, his actions sure to leave bruises the next day. "Ooh fuck, you just got so tight," Geto mumbled into your neck, making sure to thrust his hips up against your walls so he was fucking you in all the right spots. "You like when I kiss all over your neck like this? You like when I fucking- pamper you?" Geto babbled, his hips losing their rhythm as his words made you clench around his cock, your bloody juices leaking out around his cock, dripping down his balls.
"Suguru- baby, baby I'm getting close-" You warned, your words coming out as high-pitched whines as his hips fucked you towards your high, Geto following right on your tail. "Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna make an even bigger mess for me? He teased, his teeth digging into your neck as he tried to hold back his orgasm long enough for you to cum first.
You were making his mission nearly impossible though. The way your cunt was squeezing around him, your cries in his ear, your nails digging into his scalp? It was about to push him off the edge. "Fuck, I'm not gonna l-last much longer either." Geto voiced, burring his forehead deeper into your neck, his eyes screwing shut.
As much as Geto wanted to lean back and watch your blood squirt out around his cock as you came, he couldn't find it in himself to pull away from you right now. He was relishing in the feeling of your body heat radiating into his skin, making him feel feverish. "Ngh- Cum with me Sugu, want you to cum with me." You begged, squeezing your legs around his back, trying to pull him even closer.
Geto felt his balls clench, his abdomen starting to burn with his impending pleasure at your words. "Okay baby, okay, want it inside you?" He asked, biting down hard against your shoulder as he fucked into you, making sure to grind his hips against your pelvis after every thrust, stimulating your clit.Â
"Yes! yes, oh fuck- cumming-" You cried, barely even able to voice your high before you were cumming all over his cock. Geto's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt your cunt squeeze his cock, your pussy milking him of everything he was worth as he released his first ropes of cum inside you. "Cuming- cuming- fuck- take it, ohhhh my god." He groaned against your neck, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fucked rope after rope of his cum into you.
He was unable to distinguish whose fluids were leaking around his cock, dripping down his balls--maybe it was a mixture of everything. Your bodies jerked and spasmed agaisnt each other as you came, moaning against one another. Your hands released from his hair as you came down from your high, your hands rubbing over his sweaty back as Geto collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck as his dick weakly twitched inside your walls, dripping out every last drop of his cum he had for you.
The two of you caught your breaths as you lay together, the air around you smelling like musk and sex, making you feel dizzy. After a few moments, Geto groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating into your skin. "That felt so good," He said, his words coming out muffled as he spoke against your skin, making you giggle.
"Yeah... Happy anniversary." You said, cradling his face when he lifted it from your neck. Geto leaned in for a kiss, smirking when he pulled away. "Best anniversary yet." He said with a childish smile on his face. Geto pressed a kiss to your forehead before he leaned back, keeping his dick inside you as he leaned back on his heels, pulling his cock out an inch or so to look at the damage. He whistled looking down at the bloody, slick mess the two of you created.
You only had to look down for half a second to notice the streaks of blood on Geto's thighs, let alone the mess of cum and blood mixed together around the base of his cock and your pussy. It truly was a mess if he'd ever seen one. You groaned, covering your eyes once more with your hands. You'd think after fucking him on your period, you would be less embarrassed, but that simply wasn't the case.
"Aww baby~" Geto cooed, giggling as he rubbed your thigh. "How are you feeling, does it hurt anywhere?" He asked, pulling his messy cock out, making you wince before he was leaning over you to grab the towel to clean you up. "A little sore... a lot embarrassed." You replied, not daring to even peek as you felt Geto run the towel over your cunt. "Sorry." He mumbled when he watched your body twitch away at the feeling of the rough material of the towel on your sensitive pussy.
"Just one nice warm shower with your boyfriend, and it'll be like this never happened." Geto comforted, taking the opportunity of your hands covering your face to look under the towel to see if there was any blood on his sheets--there wasn't, miraculously.Â
You groaned in reply, knowing he was right but still feeling embarrassed anyway. "Look on the bright side, we're soul-tied now. There's no getting away from me~" Geto cooed, trying to get you to loosen up. Apparently, it worked, because your hand slid off of your face, resting on your kiss-marked chest as you stared at him deadpanned. "Seriously, stop hanging out with Gojo so much."
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"would you kiss me for $10 or the hottest person in the world for $1000?"
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ftâ blade, gepard, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, welt, sampo, luka, argenti, dr. ratio
warning â none, just fluff! might be ooc, established relationship, gn! reader, no yanqing for this ;( mentions of kissing, might be cringe..? chinese names are simplified. not proofread.
a/nâ y'all i apologize if they're ooc (can't justify it i haven't even played hsr yet) so yes. ENJOY as this is my second time writing for 'em
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ć blade
⧠.... he knew it was one of those.. silly media questions that couples do to one another. and he hates you for actually doing them (not really he loves you too much)
⧠he continued to stay silent as he sat on the bench, watching as you sat beside himâanticipating for his response that will decide whether or not he will sleep on the couch or not.
⧠"ugh you big bum just answer the question!!" you groan, slumping down on the bench.
⧠blade cocks his head and raises his brow, smirking at you. "you mean the complex question that will probably lead you unhappy if i don't say the answer you were hoping for and then not talk to me for the next couple of hours as you're petty andâ"
⧠you quickly shut him up with your palm over his mouth, you were now mad at him for being too god damn right. warmth spread to your cheeks as you stared at him, completely flustered.
⧠"you better shut that mouth of yours baldie." you threaten, still keeping your palm over his mouth when you felt the icky, wet and textured feeling gliding across your palm, it was his tongue.
⧠wasting no time you pulled your hand back and stared at your palm before vigorously wiping it on your shirt, absolutely disgusted. "ewwww!! and you still haven't answered my question!!" you pout.
⧠blade huffs (he's very sassy), "yeah not after calling me baldie. i'm not even bald." he was so serious about it, it was very amusing to you.
⧠you pout even more, scooching closer to him. "okay i'm sorry for calling you baldie.. and yes you aren't bald. now will you please answer my question?!" blade continues to glare at you, thinking about his answer. well, he was only pretending to anyway.
⧠he already knew his answer the second the question slipped out of your mouth, obviously, kiss you for $10 (credits). even if it was for $1000 he could easily get that amount of money in a day and plus, you are the most hottest person in the entire universe.
⧠but he decided to tease you, he put on his thinking face, tapping his finger on his chin. "hm... i really don't know it's so hard to choose..." he hums, looking down at your face as he smirks in amusement at your silly little mad face.
⧠"so hard? SO HARD FOR WHAT????" you asked, leaning in closer. oh you were for sure getting irritated now.
⧠blade chuckles before engulfing you in a tight hug as you sat on his lap, face buried in his chest. "of course kiss you for $10, i don't need $1000 anyway."
⧠"what about the pretty part?" "you are the hottest of them all, y/n."
⧠you hummed in content, happy with his answer before speaking again. "see, it wasn't a trick question at all." blade rolls his eyes. "uh huh... so you weren't going to quote-on-quote, 'ground' me if i said the wrong answer?"
⧠"....no...."
⧠(btw he was still a lil hurt when you called him baldie. like wow, it really hit him deep)
æ°ćžćŸ· gepard
⧠the second you asked him the question he did not hesitate and answered within 1 billion light speed.
⧠"you of course! i don't want to a random stranger who i don't know for $1000, i don't need that money when i have you."
⧠"ohâ gepardâ" yeah, you almost burst into tears at his answer. it was so geniune, sweet and adorable. even his face said it all!! he looked at you with such sincere eyes as he told you his reply!!
⧠gepard almost freaked out thinking he said the wrong thing when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, he immediately held onto your shoulders, apologizing if he did anything wrong.
⧠you shake your head no and wipe away your tears dramatically, "nâno i'm fine gepard i'm justâ i didn't expect you to say your answer so quickly! when i saw other couples doing it the other person is always hesitating or something."
⧠gepard is confused, was this a test or something? (poor baby doesn't know) and so you have to explain to him what the trend is all about and all that jazz.
⧠he doesn't think that it's a bad trend or anything, if anything he encourages you to ask him more questions!! anything you ask, he will reply asap 100%!!
⧠and so you asked more questions.
⧠"you don't care about the money gepard? that's a lot though, $1000!" you exclaim, gepard shakes his head and smiles, "i already said why i don't need that money, love, i don't need the money when i have you, you're priceless."
⧠EUGHHHHHHHHH HE JUST HAS TO HIT YOU WITH THAT. you smiled back and gave him a kiss on his cheek before backing away. "that's so sweet of you... okay next question, who is the hottestperson in the world?"
⧠gepard only stares into your eyes, mesmerized by your face, his eyes are trained on you and only you as his thumb caresses your cheek. "you, of course, you're the most hottest.. although i'd rather use prettiest instead, you are the most prettiest and amazing person in the entire universe."
⧠safe to say his face was peppered with kisses after that, not that he minds it.
äžčæ dan heng
⧠"what kind of question is that?" is the first thing he says, looking at you in confusion as he closes the book he was reading.
⧠you had just entered his room, phone in hand before asking him the question out of the blue so he assumed you saw something from the media which now... lead to this.
⧠you shrug, going back to your question. "don't be trying to change the topic, what would you do? kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" you repeated, your brows furrowing. to dan heng, it was crazy scary how you looked right now, so desperate for his answer.
⧠"well obviously the hottest person in the world for $1000, that' so much money!" he replied, knowing what this was going to lead him to. "......so... you would kiss the most hottest person in the world for more money?"
⧠dan heng cringes as he nods his head slowly. your eyes narrowed as you began to glare at him, soon, you stormed out of his room, pissed, and with a right as well.
⧠dan heng sighs in defeat before getting up from his seat and following you to where you always went when you were mad, to the kitchen.
⧠and he was right, you were in the kitchen just snacking on food you just bought the day before, when you spotted him you turned around, your back facing him. "baby c'mon im sorry i was just joking.."
⧠hearing him call you "baby" did something to you but you didn't want to give in just yet. you were mad at him still. you pout (not like he can see you but still) and continue to munch on your food angrily.
⧠"i didn't mean to, i promise i was just joking. i would much rather kiss you for $100 i pinky swear." .... "pinky swear?" "pinky swear."
⧠safe to say you accepted his apology as he absolutely peppered your face with millions of kisses before engulfing you in his arms.
⧠"you're ridiculous..." dan heng sighs, resting his eyes. "yeah well you love me so" well, he can't deny that.
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jing yuan
⧠jing yuan is definenetly doing the mathematical calculations in his head right now. because what in tarnation are you talking about?!
⧠he stares at you like you're crazy for a second before sighing, looking down and closing his eyes shut (he reminded you a lot like a disappointed dad...)
⧠"what do you mean? why are you asking me this out of the blue..." for one, he is a tad bit afraid that if he says the wrong thing you will sentence him to three (3) days to sleep on the couch, yeah, you banish him from your SHARED bedroom multiple times when he said the "wrong thing".
⧠you repeat your question again, waiting for his answer. "what a silly question, i would kiss you of course, with or without the $10." he breathed, planting a kiss on your forehead before pulling away and smirking, he knew that that was what you wanted to hear and the kiss was the cherry on top.
⧠for a few seconds you just sat there, too flustered to do anything. YES YOU KNEW IT WAS JUST A FOREHEAD KISS BUT IT'S JING YUAN OKAY
⧠"hm? is something the matter, my love?" he questions, leaning in closer to your face, he was much more taller than you (obviously) so he was quite literally towering over you, his face was so close to yours.
⧠you shake your head before going in for a small and chaste kiss and closing your eyes, you can feel the smile on his lips as he pulls you closer to him by your waist and deepens the kiss. your brain was starting to get fuzzy as you felt more and more delirious. jing yuan just knew how to make you fold.
⧠"hey! this isn't an excuse to make out with me you know?" you pull away breathless, looking quite dazed just for this "simple" kiss. jing yuan hums, resting his head on your shoulder before speaking up.
⧠"you know you love it." at his words you sigh and shake your head, "well i can't deny that..." you reply with a smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair.
⧠a few minutes go by in silence, you assume that jing yuan was asleep by how calm and quite he was, when the silence was broken. "does this mean i can sleep in our shared bedroom?"
⧠your brows furrowed at his words, was that all he was thinking about? "mmmmmmm now that you mentioned it..." "no." you chuckled, patting his head. "i know i know, yes, you get to sleep in our shared bedroom."
çœćč luocha
⧠"what an odd question.." luocha replies, observing your very serious face. he found it amusing how you looked so serious after asking such a silly question.
⧠you whine and shake his arm, "just answer the question luocha it is very serious!! i need to know your answer!!" .... okay yes apparently it was very serious as you literally called him by his name and not some cute nickname.
⧠luocha offers you a soft and tender smile, the one he always does every time he spots you and or is with you (it never fails to make you swoon), "of course you, i don't need the money when i have you, are you doubting something my dear?"
⧠you shake your head at his words, happy with his answer. "no, everything's fine don't worry! thanks lychee." luocha then engulfs you in a hug all of the sudden, the scent of flowers filled your nose as his hair tickled your face.
⧠"your hair's in my face babeâ" you mumble, moving the strands of hair off your face. luocha quickly apologized before pulling away, he cups your cheeks and stares deep into your eyes, which confused you.
⧠luocha continues to stare at you for a good hot minute, he was thinking about something. "say, did anything happen to you that prompted you to ask me that question? did someone do something? did i do something wrong?"
⧠he's so cute. anyway, you shake your head. "no, why?" luocha sighs in relief before taking his hands off your cheeks. "i don't know i assumed something happened that made you question me with that.. question. thank the lord i didn't do anything."
⧠kissing his cheek, you sighed dramatically, "well actually something did happen.. a certain somebody hasn't given me any attention for the past couple of hours"
⧠luocha playfully rolls his eyes, "my fault, princess/prince" and that's how he ended up peppering and littering you with kisses all over your face and no, you couldn't escape him even if you wanted to.
çŠć°çč welt
⧠if you keep asking him such questions he's only going to age more, physically, you're going to give him too many wrinkles if you keep on making him furrow his brows and frown.
⧠all you can hear is him heaving a great big sigh as he sets his mug down on the table, staring down at you. "the hottest person in the world?" he asks, you nod your head while smiling, you somewhat knew his answer already.
⧠"well it's you of course." he replied without any hesitation, you hummed and gave him a peck on his cheek. "right answer."
⧠"but why $10 only? you're worth more than that you know." he added, you only shrugged your shoulder. "i don't know it's what the text says" "the text?" "yeah, look!" you held your phone up and pointed at the screen where there was a couple, one of the partner asked a questionâthe same one you asked him.
⧠the other partner states that they would kiss the most hottest person in the world for $1000, it then showed a clip of the person sleeping on the couch. the answer was easy really, welt didn't understand how bad one person can mess something up.
⧠"well he was stupid, answer was easy." you agreed and put your phone away. "simple right? i knew you would say the right thing" you continued, welt only smiles in pride. "of course, i know what you want to hear, but i hope you know i would never kiss a random person, even if they were the hottest."
⧠your heart melts as he speaks, his words really sinking into you. "awwhh welt~" next thing he knows you're absolutely hugging the shit out of him (and rubbing your face in his chest), not that he minds.
æĄć sampo
⧠"well would you kiss me for $10 or kiss the hottest person in the world for $1000?" sampo repeated your own question back in a somewhat sassy tone. you were a bit shocked to say the least, i mean, how dare he not answer your question but answer your question with the same exact question!! (same energy ykyk)
⧠but obviously, you're used to his antics as you roll your eyes playfully, closing your phone. "seriously, shampoo. answer the question." "woah woahâshampoo? i said to call me anything but that!" he whines as he uses his hands to talk (as usual), very much exaggerating everything.
⧠you shrug your shoulders with an unamused "hmph" and don't reply any futhur. sampo dramatically sighs in defeat. "but babes, if you really think about it $1000 is a lot of money.." you raise your brow at his answer. "you're only thinking about the money?"
⧠sampo shakes his head, he grabs a hold of your hands while looking at you so sincerely it kind of scared you as he was always so... non-serious. "no, of course not. but just think about all the things i can buy for you...and me...food, flowers, more food, clothes and so much more! wouldn't you want all of that?"
⧠you think about it for a second and replied, "well although those are nice, wouldn't you much rather kiss me instead for $10? we can.. still buy something with $10, plus my kiss is unlike any other!"
⧠"yeah, i know." sampo snickers, upon his reply you narrow your eyes at him, your unamused face screamed "what do you mean by that?" in a menacing type of way. sampo quickly clears his throat before you could get any ideas (you had already gotten a few).
⧠"what i'm tryna say is that yes, i would rather kiss you for $10 but.. i thinkâ" you immediately cut him off with a solemn face. "sh. i don't want to hear anymore of you." sampo can see that you're visibly upset at his answer. shit. he didn't mean to say the wrong thing.
⧠his grip on your hand tightened as he moved in closer to you. "no, wait babe i didn't mean that. i was just playin' i promise i would rather kiss you, your kisses are a one in a billion and i really don't care about the money andâ" once again, you cut him off, but for a good reason this time.
⧠you giggle softly and shush him up with your index finger pressed up against his soft lips. "i know what you mean sampo, don't go on a big rant now you aren't in trouble." a clear sigh could be heard from sampo. "thank the stars.."
⧠" but babe! you haven't even answered my question." you gawk at sampo. "... oh well..."
⧠and now it was your turn to tease him, be prepared for a pestering and probing sampo!
ćąćĄ luka
⧠luka is quite stunned at first because for one, the question was out of nowhere, and two, WHAT DID HE DO THAT MADE YOU QUESTION HIM (you have a habit of asking him random questions out of nowhere)
⧠"did i do something wrong?!" is the first thing he says, he says it like it's urgent it caught you off-guard. you shake your head no and chuckle. "no, why? it's just a question don't worry."
⧠as you both were beside each other, sitting down on your couch, luka leans in closer to you where his nose is just barely touching yours. "well.." he whispers before giving you a long and tender kiss on your lips, it was soft and delicate, it wasn't intense or hotâjust simple.
⧠"you, obviously." he begins as he pulled away slowly, his deep, sparkling blue eyes staring down at yours so softly and genuinely. "plus in my eyes you're the most prettiest person in the entire world, actuallyâno, in the universe!" the way he beamed at you as he spoke his words made your heart flutter. he was so sweet.
⧠luka's sweetness and innocence of a child (not quite literally) never failed to make you tear up, his charisma and optimistic personality pulled you in. but back to the moment. "awww luka you're too sweet âčïž" your cute lil pout made luka's head jump out of his chest and right back in, you were all too adorable.
⧠"oh you know it's nothing.. just stating the facts!" he chuckles, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you closer to him where your hips touched each other.
⧠luka rested his head on top of yours, his chest heaving up and down calmly. "wait, so you would kiss me even if you only got $10 other than $1000?" you asked, not bothering to move your body to face him.
⧠"yup! i would still kiss you for free too, money or not. if you still don't believe me.." luka lifted his head off yours as he faced you, you mirrored his actions and turned to face him. "hm?"
⧠luka began to kiss your face, first your cheeks, then it was your nose, then your forehead and finally, you're lips. this time he pressed his lips onto yours for longer as he used his left hand to cup your cheek. everything about this moment was wonderful.
⧠when he finally lets go, you both are left breathless and yet still yearning for more. "do you believe me now?"
é¶æ argenti
⧠argenti is quick with his response, catching you off-guard. he was just standing out in the public (well more like posing to you and other people as he always looks like he's a model posing for his pictures) when you came running to him with your phone in hand, looking quite excited. which got him excited as well.
⧠but despite the silliness of the question he quickly answers your question with no hesitation. "why, you of course. i would kiss you any day, anytime and anywhere." he spoke with such sincerity and calmness it instantly made you fold. his soft and luminous grey eyes boring into yours.
⧠argenti moves in closer to you where his chest is looming over you. but even if he was taller than you, you were quite used to him doing that so you weren't afraid at all. "why do you ask?" you shake your head and smile up at him, happy with his answer. "nothing special!!"
⧠argenti stays silent for a couple of seconds before cupping your cheeks with his hands, your hands reaching to hold his with yours, the cold, hard metallic texture. you stare up at him, confused, but don't speak. you wait for him to do whatever he needed to do.
⧠before you knew it he had leaned down, his lips barely touching yours, his hooded eyes staring down at your lips. a kiss. his lips were so warm and soft, they did not part whatsoever, it was just soft, slow, gentle and sensual kiss. his lips were softly pressed against yours for a good hot second when he gradually pulled away, the tingling and exciting sensation still lingered on your lips.
⧠when both of your lips parted, it seemed like you two had forgotten that you were out in public, unaware of the many stares that were coming your way (i mean can you blame them? they are witnessing a very gorgeous couple passionately kissing. but not in that way.)
⧠after argenti pulled away and observed your face for any signs of discomfort the corners of his lips began to pull up after seeing you smile shyly. you were so adorable. "and that would be $1010." he whispered, gently pinching your cheeks.
⧠a cheerful and tender grin grows on your face at his words. but before you could utter a word or sound your eyes land upon a rose being held right in front of you by argenti. his signature rose.
⧠"a freshly picked flower for you, my rose." he breathed, his other hand pressed against his chest as he slightly bows. what a gentlemen he is. you smile in embarrassment before gratefully take his flower and slightly bowing before thanking him and smelling the rose. "thank you so much! it's breathtaking...."
⧠"just like you."
ççć»ç dr. ratio
⧠"be completely and utterly serious with me with me right now." you added, using big words to really make him think about it. not like he ever does (he's always thinking logically).
⧠ratio sighs, yes, he gave you that sigh. "what? don't give me that sigh. just tell me your answer and then go on with your life again!" you said, doing your sigh this time. ratio is clearly and visibly thinking about his answer.
⧠"wow. are you really thinking about your answer?" you spoke, raising your brow in complete confusion. ratio shoots you a stare and shakes his head. "yes, really, but the answer is simple, you." although his answer was what you wanted to hear you wanted to know why. i mean, he was your boyfriend after all but still.
⧠"i thought you said you would let me go on with my life after answering your non-sensical question." he replied bluntly, cocking his head to the side. you mumbler under your breath as he was right. "yes well just one more thing, please?" and of course, he could never say no to you.
⧠"simply because i love you. i don't need to kiss anybody, especially a random stranger that is quote-on-quote, extremely attractive, for $1000 or more. even if somebody offered me a million i wouldn't take it, simply because they are not you. your kisses are different and have a different feel compared to theirs. and i am 100% positive that their lips are probably not the best unlike yours. not only that but it would be completely unreal for me to meet someone extremely attractive in the world as nobody is. but to me, you are the most wonderful and amazing person i have ever met. and not only that butâ"
⧠you roll your eyes playfully before shushing him up with a finger pressed up against his lips. "okay okay i get it smarty pants" you giggled, removing your finger from his lips. ratio only grinned upon your words.
⧠"hm, well that's a good response. you're the best!" you beamed before kissing his temple and pulling away, heat rushing to your cheeks.
⧠as you were about to walk away you stopped in your tracks, causing him to stop what he was doing and looking your way. you turned around, facing him. "did you mean everything you said?" you questioned softly. the corners of ratio's lips curled up. "of course, i promise."
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POV: when you overhear your boyfriendâs bandmates who âïždo not like youâïž talking to himâabout YOU
âBe real though, Ed. Harrington? You canât actually be serious, here.â Steve doesnât like to eavesdrop, like, on principle. Which is to say he totally does it. He just doesnât wholly approve of it, or think itâs a very good habit to have, while still doing it. âYou got me,â Eddie sighs, longer and deeper than can be taken wholly seriously. âIâm running my longest successful con to date.â
rating: t â„ïž tags: post-s4, established relationship, corroded coffin, as in: the gangâs all here and being VERY JUDGEMENTAL of eddieâs taste in men, and maybe steve had to pick eddie up from practice today so he overhears it WHOLLY WITHOUT INTENDING TO OKAY?, no one ever REALLY want to hear what the people they love really think of them when said people donât know who allâs actually listening, true love, declarations of feelings, itâs actually really fucking hard to stand up to your friends, happy endingâ„ïž
for @steddielovemonth day ten: "We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." âDr. Seuss
also! Unnamed Freak is Doug for the purpose of this fic because the book can fuck itself I say so đ€
âBe real though, Ed,â the voice that filters through, and holds Steveâs hand from pushing the car door shut loud enough to notice, is fairly reasonable, like trying to talk down a suggestion absurd enough to send someone to the ERâwhich means, of the subjects at hand? Itâs gotta be Jeff.
âYou canât actually be serious, here.â
Steve doesnât like to eavesdrop, like, on principle.
Which is to say he totally does it.
He just doesnât wholly approve of it, or think itâs a very good habit to have, while still doing it.
âYou got me,â Eddie deadpans, but itâs like, venom-laced. It stings just to hear and Steveâs struck with how much his lifeâs changed since Spring Break, and more still sinceâŠwell.
Since Eddie.
Because Steve is well aware the man can cut glass with how sharp his tongue can get, they did go to high school together whether they ran in the same circles or not.
Itâs just strikes Steve in the moment that not once since Vecna, has Eddie turns that tongue on him.
Now, other uses of his tongueâ
âIâm running my longest successful con to date. Yep, totally pulled it over on all you bitches,â and where it could be playful, every single word is sharpened to stab, to pierce, to drag the wound out so it bleeds, like a shiv to remind someone where they fucked up, in perpetuity.
âPlease applaud.â
And oh, even Steve flinches at that tone, and heâs not even the target. Hell, heâs still in the drivewayâhe doesnât make a rule of crashing band practice, no matter whose parentsâ garage theyâre using; Eddieâs van is just regularly in the shop for one thing or another, so heâs gotta come get his man. But he doesnât, like, push his way in. Sometimes doesnât even get out of the driverâs seat. He knows Eddie would more than welcome him; has the handful of times heâs ventured to step in to apologize for interrupting but remind him they have to pick up the shitheads. But one: Eddie is alone in his welcome, and like, the polar opposite of the other three guys, who range from staring daggers at Steve to sneering so scrunched up to the nose that itâd give Carol Perkins at her snittiest a run for her money.
And Steve wouldnât have made it this far if he didnât know how to recognise where heâs not wanted, and learn how to make the calculated decision of whether to walk or push his way in. And much as he loves Eddie? Steve actually wants his friends to eventually come around from probably, like, muttering ancestral curses under their breaths at him or something.
Plus, from what Steve understands? Jam sessions are personal. Sacred. Eddie had blushes and stammered the first time he let Steve listen in on works in progress; and Steve had rewarded him for the gift of it liberally and with genuine gusto. Itâs earned him repeat performances on the regular, but Steve gets itâs a private thing in general. And these guys donât know him, donât presently care toâdonât trust him.
He figures itâs likeâŠmasturbating in front of someone. The art thing, the depth of making music and stuff. Showing your soul a little bit, losing control for the betterment of the final product.
Now, he and Eddie definitely have masturbated together, itâs actually fantastic foreplay, or even just a deliciously sloppy go on its own. But thatâs neither here nor there. And also totally fucking different.
Steve really doesnât want Eddie masturbating in front of anyone other than him, ever again. Steveâs sure as shit not looking to on his end; definitely not with the other members of Corroded fucking Coffin.
The metaphor might have gotten away from him. But you get the picture.
âNo, man,â and thatâs, thatâs Garethâs voice, Steveâs almost sure. Sharper. Concerned but also caustic on the undertow. âItâs just,â he snorts, the disbelieving sort: âthis canât be real.â
Okay, yeah. Tone plus actual words add up.
âYeah, just,â Doug laughs a little nervous, like of all of them, Eddieâs verbal attack had the most weight in tempering his response of the three of them; âblink twice if youâre being held against your will.â
They all chuckle, but itâs toned down the whole way aroundâeven Steve can clock that. These guys are boisterous when left to their devices, Steveâs taken note of that. Mostly watching from the sidelinesâalmost exclusively when they donât know heâs there to watch.
Again: does not condone eavesdropping.
Does not try at all to refrain from doing it.
âI mean, you donât expect us to believe youâre actually fucking him,â and oh, yeah, okay: Steve was pretty sure he was the topic conversation here, and despite some of the setbacks of recent years, heâs not insecure when it comes to relationships especially.
Heâs definitely the only one fucking Eddie. And Eddieâs the only one fucking him.
And while he doesnât really hold it against these guys for being wary of himâhe wasnât really a perpetrator of their high school woes, but he definitely didnât do anything to make them lessâŠwoefulâso heâs mostly bummed about it for Eddieâs sake, and on principle, but like, seriously.
Doubting Steve successfully scoring Eddie Munson? Like, Eddieâs a catch, Steve of ll people is well aware, but. Steveâs also been long past fishing the shallow end of the pond, yâknow?
Give him some credit.
âRight,â Steve narrows back in on whatâs happening in the garage that heâs definitely feeling less guilty bout, seeing as heâs definitely a subject of the debate unfolding, but Eddie soundsâŠangry. Pissed off in that way he gets when heâs fed the fuck up.
âIâm out,â Steve hears scraping of equipment, the guitar case flipped open; âcanât actually make it next week,â he adds like a footnote.
Itâs clear within a second heâs the only one who takes it with that sameâŠenergy.
âBut we have to practice before the open micââ Jeff, ever the voice of reason, sounds baffled; on his way to ticked off but not quite there yet.
Eddie, howeverâas is his wont in this type of moodâcould not give two shits where the people around him land on the anger-o-meter; heâs exceeded them, even if only in his own head, and they are all therefore irrelevant to his very responsible decision to put distance between himself and doing something stupid he canât take back.
Itâs not the nicest way to deal but, honestly? Steveâs mostly just proud of Eddie for sticking with a coping mechanism that, while not without consequences, generally works better than most.
âIâll see you guys in two, then. Probably.â And the case clicks shut, definitive, and Steveâs proud of that too; that Eddieâs not digging a hole when the guys re trying to bait him, intentionally or not, over Steve.
Steve doesnât need Eddie to complicate his band, his friendships, over what the two of them have. One, itâs not their fucking business. And two?
Steve doesnât thing heâs being self-important in saying he and EddieâŠare bigger, and more, than even the very beat high school band.
Not that Steve would ever ask Eddie to choose or some bullshit like that. And he really does believe Eddieâs going places, if thatâs what he decides he wants. ButâŠthereâs that.
Then there is them.
Different, like, stratospheres.
âWhat the fuck came up that you canât make it next week? When weâre staring down our first actual shot at Battle of the Bands this year,â and yeah, of course, if anyoneâs gonna try to drag the whole thing out, itâs Gareth. Kidâs got a fucking temper.
âSomething more important.â
Which yeah, thatâs what was going through Steveâs mind, basically, butâ
âThe hell could be moreââ
âI have plans,â Eddie hisses, viper-quick and fucking deadly, shuts them all right up for it, but then he spins a 180âpreens so big Steve swears he can hear his shoulders go back and his chest puff out:
âItâs my anniversary.â
SoâŠyeah. Just because it was where Steveâs head had just been at doesnât mean his whole chest goes all gooey to hear it said out loud.
And in front of Eddieâs band, whoâŠthey arenât hiding from, but they have discussed keeping kinda mum around. For the same kinds of reasons Steveâs been privy to just in the past couple minutes.
But then Eddieâs voice follows the feeling in Steveâs chest like theyâre tethered there, and honestly, more times than not?
Steve thinks they just might actually be, and heâs not proven wrong with the way Eddie halfway coos:
âOur anniversary.â
âYour what?â
Jeff, again, is that middle ground: actually confused, laced with being angry that Eddieâs ducking out.
âSix months,â Eddie answers, soft-like, a little dreamy but in this way thatâs rooted somehow still, and in being struck all over again by a level of shock Steve understands, sometimes feels in reverse, but still doesnât understand being felt so deep as it sounds, now, when itâs applied toâŠhim.
Itâs wild yâknow?
âIâm like,â Steve hears Eddieâs curls brush against something as he shakes his headâSteveâs moneyâs on him crouched by his case, or having it already slung over his shoulder:
âNever thought Iâd get something to celebrate like that in the first place, but get to keep it, that long without fucking it up?â
Steve, again, wants to give up the pretense and walk the fuck in there and kiss the shit out of his boyfriend because one, same, but two?
Dumbass.
Steve goddamn adores him.
âYou mean, with Harrington?â Garethâs spitting and Steve just shakes his head, a little sadâhe doesnât know whatâs crawled up that kidâs ass about him, man; heâs not so much younger that Steve never saw him or didnât know of him but godDamn: the circles he ran in at the time werenât the ones doing shit yet when they were in the same elementary school, Steve was barely popular in middle school, and come high school the worst anyone he knew did to the frosh was bang them into a lockerânot great, but.
Not worth this shit. And the worst part is if he doesnât know whatâs crawled he did to really piss Gareth off this bad? He canât even try to Harrington-charm his way back into the guyâs tolerable category. Like, even his best fucking not-pot brownie recipe didnât sway the fucker.
âYes,â Eddie is answering, the answer emphatic, like heâs brimming with feeling over it, but then clipped too, like demonstrating that he was brimming and is now being forced to clip it all backis very much the intent: âof course I mean with Steve, who the fuck else?â
Itâs not lost on Steve how Eddie says his name. Ever. All the name.
But right now, how heâs making a point to say it in that warm, kindaâŠbeloved way, when anyone else uses his last name in a way thatâs anything-but.
âYou cannot beââ Gareth scoffs, Steve can imagine him throwing up his hands, that sort of deal, but then Eddie comes in, and itâs a tone Steveâs only ever hear when heâs about to run a campaign into the ground where the characters may never recover, and if somehow manage it, theyâll wish they hadnât:
âOh, I am deadly serious.â
Because itâs not Steveâs character, but in defense of Steveâs relationship, that tone trickles something molten through his veins and prickles up his spine andâŠheâs gone have to stick that one in his back pocket to explore at a later date, for sure.
âSix months?â
Jeffâand Steve kinda likes Jeff, and not for the reason his bandmates would like, that he kicks around Hawkins after graduation, too, but more because Steve knows why; thatâs to make more money for a college outside Indiana, and Steve thinks thatâs fucking coolâbut itâs here where Jeff dips fully away from being angry to being stupefied. Steve lets himself smirk at nothing because fuck yes: him and Eddie.
Six whole goddamn months.
âI was actually gonna ask you guys to come over soon, introduce him properly and stuff,â Eddie says, the disappointment in his voice again; Steveâs niggling desire to go and hug him from behind, maybe kiss under his ear a little, back in full force.
âHe picks you up from practice, we see him,â Doug pipes back up, likewise confused, but Steve just takes the useful confirmation that no one did catch on that he pulled up ages ago, now.
âWe know who Steve Harrington isââ Gareth snaps, protests in the way that betrays his eye-rolling, his thin-wearing patience.
âNo!â
And that comes out of Eddie fierce enough to echo down at least half the block theyâre onâseems like Eddieâs patience was worn out a while ago.
âYou donât!â
And everyone is silent in that way Steve knows all too well: when shitâa gone down but now youâre waiting in the edge for the worse thing to hit.
Then it does:
âAnd itâs a good thing I didnât bring it up because you dipshits arenât ready,â Eddie snaps, says dipshitso different from how he does with the Party, theirParty, their kids; he says it here with something real fucking close to disgust.
âAsking hostage questions, fuck off,â he huffs, and Steve hears Eddieâs footsteps, canât tell if heâs gonna leave it at that, come find Steve and know heâs been standing there but thatâll be fine, itâs not like Steve wasnât going to let him know as soon as they leftâbut then:
âLook,â and Eddie sounds the way Steve sounds when heâs pinching the bridge of his nose to fight a growing migraine, the sting of tears for all sorts of pain behind his eyes, and that hurts to hear from his boyfriend, like, a lot.
It fucking hurts.
âI am not just fucking him,â Eddie growls through the bridge-pinching pain; âI mean, fuck yes, I am, but,â and Steve hears the way he swallows all the way down the drive:
âIâm in this for the long haul,â Eddie tells his bandmates like throwing down a gauntlet; âand if you canât respect me enough, and my choices, that stings,â Steve knows Eddie shrugs then: âbut Iâll live.â
Steveâs about a millisecond from saying fuck it, opening the door just to slam it to announce his approach, and then going to physically grab his boyfriend, drag him to the car, and park in the abandoned lot down from the Wheelersâ neighborhood to kiss him senseless because thatâs the closest place he can think of and he doesnât think heâll make it to either of their homes before he canât fucking handle himself.
âBut if you are gonna disrespect the man I love, no. Absolutely not.â
Eddies voice is a deadly sort of whisper. Steve would cower at it, the way it washes through a person, if he hadnât justâŠsaid.
That.
âYou love him?â
And for what Steve thinks is the first time since he climbed out of the car and committed to listening where he wasnât invited, Gareth soundsâŠmuted. Genuinely asking a question.
Steve, for his own part, kinda expected that heâd be more breathless, heart racing and shit, to hear the answer but in reality?
âOf course I love him.â
Steve already knew that in his cells, in his bones.
In his steady, not all-that-fast but particularly-especially-happily beating heart.
âHave you guys, like, said it and stuff?â
And of course Steve already knows that answer, both the literal one and the one that matters more, but he does perk up a bit, curious to hear whatâif anything of noteâEddie chooses to give away here.
âHe has,â Eddie says, and nowâŠnow maybe Steve should stop listening because this part, the way Eddie says that as flat factâSteve doesnât knowthis part beyond speculation. ButâŠ
âI wanted to, like,â and eddies voice canât hide the way heâs gotta have that soft smile, the one he used to hide behind his hair before Steve started pulling it back to see in full, so now he only brings his hair out just to tease, to okay.
âI donât think Iâve wanted much in my whole life, but heâs,â and Steve thinks he hears how Eddie chews his bottom lip for a second, in the subtlest click of how it slips free before Eddie takes a deep breath andâ
âHe doesnât know what heâs worth,â Eddie starts, a little mournful almost, even, and Steve is unexpectedly glued to the spot in his fucking Nikes.
âHe doesnât understand that Iâd sell the sun and the moon just to keep him,â Eddieâs saying, and with passion. With whole-ass honesty. And here, maybe, is where Steve gets to have some of the heart:fluttery feeling after all:
âHe comes out the gate with the whole you donât have to say it back and I just,â Eddie sighs, sniffs a little before heaving another breath deep enough to stretch his shirt, which Steveâs not imagining or anything, at all;
âI couldnât say it, not right then, and risk him everthinking it was something Iâd done to like, match. Like that I didnât mean it with everything Iâve got, when I mean it with everything Iâve got and then also everything else. Like, anywhere. Ever.â
Steve realized heâd stopped breathing at some point when the little dots start floating in front of his eyes and he sucks in a shaking breath because: heâs known Eddie loves him. Unshakeably.
But, but all thisâ
âI couldnât say it and have him ever wondered if I wouldnât rip my heart out of my chest just to keep his safe.â
And of-fucking-course Steveâs pulse is running fucking riot about how much heâs in love right now, make no goddamn mistake. Jesus, heâ
âFuck.â
And Steve has never heard Gareth Emerson pushed just this side of speechless but: thatâs the best way Steve can describe the kind of breathless wonder he says it with, like watching a rare bird take flight.
âYou mean it.â
And Steve can pick out Eddieâs huffs and categorize them, on demand at this point: he doesnât need to see the eye-roll to know Eddieâs deemed the expression of pure shock to be so beneath him in this specific context that heâs deemed it unworthy of any more attention.
His heartâs not jumping that loud to have missed it. So.
Steve just kinda grins toward the blacktop under his shoes.
âWhy didnât you,â Doug starts, stillâusually, really, in Steveâs limited experience at leastâthe peacekeeper, the one whoâs most invested at the human level when heâs not getting swept up in whatever the rest of the gang has deemed the cool thing to laugh at or make fun of at any given moment.
The huff Eddie gives this time is his incredulous one, which allows for just the slightest bit more consideration:
âThe fuck do you think?â
The slightest bit, being the operative point.
âIâd hoped youâd take it better but,â Eddie adds, and thereâs less drama in it than Steve might have expected. Heâs being serious with them, and he soundsâŠdisappointed.
Steve kinda want to make some kind of noise, give away his position, and justâŠhug Eddie tight from behind, if nothing else. Be there. Solid against him, wrapped up around him. Never wavering. Always at his back as much as at his side.
But Eddieâs not done:
âIâm not even asking you to like him, just be decent,â and it sounds like it hurts him to say as much, and Steve knows why; he genuinely despises when anyone thinks Lea with a the very beat thing about Steve. Steve believes this to be n unreasonable standard, and has expressed as much to Eddie who nods and smiles and kisses Steveâs forehead and does absolutely nothing to change his stance, but deep down?
Steve fucking feels soâŠloved for it.
âAnd like I said,â Steve can hear the judgement in Eddieâs tone clear as day; âyouâre not ready, and Iâm not putting him in that kind of situation.â
Steve sucks on the inside of his cheek, lest his grin at the way Eddie is not just defending him, butâŠprotecting him, not his honor but his heartâŠ
No ones ever even tried that before. Steve may not need it, or maybe he just learned he couldnât survive needing it.
Getting it nowâŠnow itâs justâŠ
Wow.
âAnd Iâm in this for keeps, like, this is a forever type thing, so long as he wants it,â Eddie saying, explaining the color of a sky to a small child like what these words are that fundamental, that unalterably true. âSoââ
âWeâve known each other forever, man,â Gareth eventually mutters, sounds indignant, but mostly gutted.
Steve knows before it happens that itâs not gonna make a difference.
âAnd we can still know each other. Just not everything, anymore,â and Eddie does sound a little sad but heâsâŠheâs a monolith, unshakable. âI donât trust you with the parts that revolve around him, yet,â and Steve feels more than hears the ways his friends deflate, maybe shrink for being deemed soâŠinsufficient. In the eyes of their ostensible leader, no less.
âEddie, we didnât,â Jeff starts, slow, and he doesnât sound remorseful butâEddie has all those coping mechanisms for a reason, right?
Because heâs quick to feeling, good and bad, and sometimes neither is fit to the moment.
Steve canât help but be kinda glad Eddie doesnât bother with those mechanisms just now, though, if it means he gets to hear this part:
âI know you didnât, thatâs the fucking problem,â Eddie groans, Steve can see the way he lens, bends at the knees and throws his body around a little in sheer, undiluted exasperation. â
âBecause I could tell you heâs changed since school, and thatâd be true, but thatâs not even it,â and thereâs more of the frustrated stomping round, Steve can hear it, but heâsâŠheâs ready distracted by that thing in his chest that has to has to be tied up in Eddieâs, too, that thing tugging on him to pay the fuck attention.
And who is he to ignore it?
âhe was never who we thought he was in school in the first place. He is,â Eddie licks his lips, just to snack them loud:
âHe is kind and funny, and goofy, and such a fuckinâ nerd, and heâs smart in these incredible ways where heâs sees what everyone else misses, and heâs protective as fuck and heâs got a heart of gold,â and Eddieâs voice only gets more heartfelt in its own right that longer he goes and Steve just, heâs, itâsâ
âAnd I would tear my skin off just so it doesnât get so much as a scuff on it,â Eddie ends with the most scathing delivery imaginable: he fucking meansthis shit. And Steve is going o live and die next to this man, scuffed heart still kept safe to the fucking end, he will swear that shit to anyone who needs to hear it.
He is going to have a whole fucking life with Eddie Munson, and love him for every single breath of it.
âAnd I donât trust you guys yet not to tempt me to tear off my skin,â Eddie says finally after enough silence to catch his breath, and temper his tone just enough to sound tired; a little dejected. âI donât trust you with him, and until that changes, weâre still friends,â Eddie sniffs, breathes out long; âyou just wonât get to know about that part of me.â
He says it so simple, like heâs not half-cutting off some of the longest, closest friendships heâs ever had, and for Steve.
Steve doesnât know if it makes him a person, or a really selfish one or whatever, if he doesnât feel any urge to talk Eddie down, to make him walk it back just a little.
He doesnât think he cares, though, either way.
âSeems like a really big part of you,â Doug says, deflated entirely.
âIt is,â Eddie answers, unapologetic in a way that swells and sparkles in Steveâs ribs. âHe is.â
âYouâd walk from the band?â Of course Gareth asks, but itâs the first time he sounds small in his words. Like he maybe knows the answer, and isnât so okay with how he got around to it even before Eddie wishes all doubt:
âIn half a fuckinâ heartbeat.â Boom. Done. No hesitation whatsoever.
Less than half-a-fuckinâ-heartbeat.
âThatâs not what Iâm saying Iâm doing right now, but,â Eddie laughs a little, and that probably cuts deeper than anything for the boys, Steve suspects, especially when Eddie makes it unquestionable:
âItâs not even a question.â
AndâŠmaybe that drives a knife deeper for the band, but for Steve?
Steve kinda wants toâŠgiggle, or some shit. He hadnât realized just how much he wanted someone who answered a question like that, exactly like that, who talked about Steve exactly like that, without anything to gain, just because theyâŠbelieved it.
âJesus,â Gareth mutters, sounds kinda blindsided, kinda thrown and then some.
âIf we,â Jeff clears his throat after a long period of quiet; âif we do better, could we meet him someday?â And the way he says it, earnest and shit:, like he wants to at least think about, at least maybe try:
âLike, really meet him?â
Like Eddie means enough that heâll try, and that sings sweet in Steveâs veins because goddamn straight, his Eddie deserves that from the people hecares about. No matter who or what Steve is, Eddiedeserves that much, and so much more.
But he sounds like even just this is something amazing, Steve can hear the smile in his voice:
âYeah, man,â he answers Jeff, claps him audibly on the shoulder; âI look forward to it.â
And shit, yâknow what?
So does Steve.
âSee you in two weeks,â and Eddies footsteps follow, guitar slung over his back for the way his weight falls with each one, but then:
âEddie!â
Thatâs Doug; the footsteps stop close to the edge of the garage door as another set rushes to catch up, where heâll see Steve if he walks much farther, where Steveâs got his hand on the door handle of the car, slowly inching it open to push shut and look wholly-unsuspicious now that Eddie might be followed out to his ride:
âGet him flowers. For your anniversary,â Doug says, tone low like a secret; âI know, like, it might seem like guys wouldnât want flowers, but,â and Steve actually has to strain to hear the next part:
âMy mom gets my dad flowers on his birthday every year, and he lights up like the Fourth of July.â
Steve remembers the first time he ever got flowers. His favorites, even if he thinks he only knew it subconsciously because they were handed to him with the stammering explanation of I donât even know if you like flowers, or like these ones, but you look at them when weâre out, like, just walking or something and your eyes linger, and these ones just remind me of you andâ
Apparently, Steve loves hyacinths. And sunflowers make Eddie think of him.
Because of course Steveâs first gift of flowers came from Eddie.
âThanks man,â Eddie sounds the lightest, most genuine Steveâs heard him since he pulled up and got out of the car; âtheyâre already ordered.â
And Doug chuckles, and Steve?
Steve bites down his smile to less exploding-star levelsâif heâd just pulled up he doesnât have a reason, save that Eddie is enough of a reason in Steveâs eyes, his mind, the way his chest expands just thinking on himâas he pulls the car door closed again, loud enough to be noticed.
For Eddie to walk out of the garage fast as anything and meet Steve with a smile of his own that justifies the fuck out of where Steveâs had started, anyway.
All star-bright and everything.
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đđăïŒïŒ â #HER NEW BOYFRIENDâS NEXT!
đ synopsisăïŒshort hcs/scenarios of jealous yandere aventurine & sunday ÊâąáŽ„âąÊ
ïŒăđđ cwăsuggestive themes . general yandere themes, brainwashing, gaslighting in Sundayâs part, mentions of violence, mentions of scide, imprisonment, except for aventurine relationships are not established, WARNING: extremely obsessed and smitten with you, read at risk!
ïŒăđđ a/năhonestly why do i think sunday will be literally the most dangerous yandere you could ask forăman has all the resources to brainwash you and lock you up pls
#SàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČUNDAYïŒă
ă⊠a classic yandere obsessed over control. ăliterally, he will be such a control freak. he has eyes all over penacony. he would have already kept track of what kind of soulglad you drink, when you get home, what your sleep habit is, all under the span of a week, and thatâs before meeting you. obviously, as your future spouse, he is just obtaining information he needs for the future! ăwill treat you surprisingly equally to his other guests when you meet, he doesnât want gossip to get around, and he wants to make this âprocessâ as natural as possible. ăafter you are successfully within his area of control, he will start to monitor you even more meticulously- who you meet, what you do in your dreams.. he is a bit disappointed you donât visit him on your own accord, but that will all be arranged soon! ăwill casually go up to your room to ask you about âroom service satisfactionâ when heâs actually just busy breathing in your lovely scent and assessing your room for any âthreat.â ăhe doesnât like that youâre affecting his ability to work. heâs impatient, of course, but he knows that he will have to wait for the perfect opportunity to whisk you away like a knight in shining armor. And all he needs is a little pawn to play the act of a villain- oh, your little male acquaintance will do! ăheâs like that- using people around you as puppets to his grand stage. Sunday is well-informed about morals, of course. But he wonât feel much guilt, not when he knows this is all for the âgreater good.â âTheyâ will approve of it. ăand so, he starts to crack his charming facade- he will start asking you for private meetings, and he will put you in a vip room so you are isolated. He does this under the mask of âdanger,â saying that you have faced too many threats and he needs to ensure his guestâs safety. ăIf you call your friends for help? The next day, they are mysteriously gone from penacony. You call them but your phone is out of service. ăbut if you are still not charmed over his chivalry.. heâll have to settle for easier methods.
â WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?â
Your demand was choked with such pleasant sobs that SUNDAY couldnât help but slip out a small victorious smirk that quickly masks itself to a concerned facade when you fix your angry watery eyes at him.
âI know it was you,â you continue, pacing around his office while he remains nonchalantly seated, trailing his eyes to your every step. âYou made all my friends vanish from penacony, you had my parents escorted away to aeons know where, you stowed me here like Iâm some kind of precious little jewelry for your eyes only. What do you want from me?â The evident snarl in your words merely makes Sunday tip his head a little, staring at you with the same serene look that frustrated you.
âOh, sweetheart, you got it all wrong.â He shakes his head in disappointment and rose up from his seat, taking silent strides to you at an alarming speed that made you stumble backwards to the door. ââTheyâ have done nothing for you during your stay in the Reverie. You are always disappointed with them, but you choose not to speak up. It is such a painful sight, you are just like a bird who lost its voice.â His voice is surprisingly gentle, dangerously neutral, which scares you, and makes you doubt yourself.
Maybe you were just being stupid, Sunday was acting like it wasnât a big deal. And your friends indeed did not do much for you here, unlike Sunday, who provided you with all this luxury without accepting anything in return. You feel safe here, almost. You blink a little- the heat that had pounded through your ears was gone, and now you feel like a harmless puppy that just barked his best at a wolf.
âItâs natural to be mad, dear.â His hand delicately entangles itself into your locks, and you stare at him, unable to say anything as he soothingly whispers. âIt is hard to understand actions for the greater good. relax, sweetheart. Everything will be better now,â he purrs, staring right into your eyes. They are endless depths of azure. They are very, very mesmerizing, you think.
âEverything will be better now,â you realize, and you sigh into his arms that seemed to suddenly be present around you. But the worry disperses, you are fine with being close with him. His embrace is welcoming and soft. You donât want to leave it ever again.
#AàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČVENTURINEïŒă
ăthis man takes the cake for being the most jealous man in honkai ăheâs a charmer. he wins you over easily, because who could resist his charisma and his wealth, honestly. He flirts his way easily with youâ unlike Sunday, he likes an impromptu plan, and rather enjoys surprises- any attempt of you trying to break up with him will not irritate him at all, contrary to the former. ăâYour attempts fascinate me. Too bad you lost all your bargaining chips. You gonna play another round with me, love? Iâm more than willing to, you know.â ăhe will be pleased, intrigued at how he can break you down again. he likes a little chase and gamble, he doesnât want his prey served on his plate, he likes the thrill of hunt. ăheâd even be impressed if you escape him. But not for long, because he will bring you back to where you belong. ăthis man will barely be angry over you. He wonât force any affection onto you, he satisfies himself by buying you expensive clothes instead, as if you are his little doll. He is content with you being a quiet and submissive trophy. ăwhat this man does not tolerate, however, is you being with anyone else. He cannot bear the thought that someone is around you more than he is, and that you rely on someone more than you rely on him. Aventurine has pride over his abilities, anyone taking you is like taking his most precious trump card. ădespite the jealousy he feels, he will still regard this as a particularly entertaining game. But he knows he will win this gamble, too.
â AH, ITâS SUCH A THRILLING GAME, ISNâT IT, SWEETHEART?â
You watch AVENTURINE toss the coin into the air and roll it around his fingers, his mesmerizing eyes examine the bitter look of defeat on your features.
âThis isnât funny,â you sobbed, despair dawning on you upon realizing that you truly lost everything to him. You had no more moves left in this game he put you in. He was merciful enough to spare your blood relatives, but your friends were gone- including the nice and sweet, innocent guy you shared friendly banter with for barely an hour.
âA gamble is fair and share, love.â He puts his hand on your waist, giving you a short kiss that tasted of wine. You felt nothing but defeat as he tossed the coin on the table where it flopped. âYou just picked the wrong set of cards to play with.â
He is close to you all of a sudden, his hot breath tickling your skin, smelling of victory and wealth. His eyes stare right into you as he chuckles, the sadistic glint in his eyes glitter a little more when you feel a tear escape your eye. He leans to your ear, lightly biting your earlobe as he adds,
âNobody wins with a deck with only clovers, my love. A shame that your cards were so⊠discardable.â
He laughs at that, watching your stunned face. He loves the look of surprise on you. It is endearing, it shows so well that you do not know how to play his game at all.
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Ok, I don't really post here, but there's a Merlin AU idea that's been rattling around in my skull like it's a pinball machine and I need to get it out, so here we go:
Imagine an AU where Balinor doesn't die and banishes Kilgarrah before sneaking away so Uther doesn't catch him and can't put his newfound son in danger. Of course, both he and Merlin are heartbroken about having to be separated again after just finding each other, but they work out a way to keep in touch and occasionally meet in secret.
And this is all well and good, and everything in the show just kinda proceeds as normal up until about season 4, where we have the knights of the round table well-established in Camelot.
It'd make sense that after a few years of travelling around with Kilgarrah, Balinor would be pretty well-known and well-feared throughout all the five kingdoms as "that dragonlord who escaped the purge and now travels around on the back of a giant dragon", and people all over Albion are kinda terrified of the guy.
Rumors say that he never smiles, that he can kill a man in a split second without even utterring a spell, and can decimate kingdoms with the dragon under his total command. That makes for a formidable figure!
And then one day, Balinor is trying to sneak into Camelot to visit his son (he heard Merlin got hit by a dorocha and wants to make sure he's ok!), and the knights see him and freak out because holy shit that's one of the deadliest guys in Albion!
They're in a tense standoff, with Balinor threatening to call down the dragon on them if they don't let him through. The knights are all ready to give their lives to at least buy the people in the castle time to evacuate, when suddenly Merlin and Arthur make it to the standoff. Arthur immediately starts strategizing with his knights on how they're going to negociate with the sorcerer in an attempt to make sure that they aren't all slaughtered.
Meanwhile, Merlin just laughs and pushes through the rows of knights blocking Balinor's path to the castle. The knights, being very fond of Merlin and not wanting to see their kind little friend be brutally murdered by one of the most terrifying men in exsistence, are trying to grab Merlin and pull him back to safety or shouting at him to get back, but Merlin manages to avoid them as he walks up to Balinor.
For a horrifying moment, the knights and Arthur think that Merlin is about to sacrifice himself for them, but Merlin breaks into a huge grin, yells "Dad!", and runs right into Balinor's arms.
(Merlin and Balinor reason that now that Arthur's king, they might as well start easing him into some of Merlin's less shocking secrets)
And even more shockingly to the knights, Balinor hugs him back, asking Merlin all about how he's been doing, how are his studies under Gaius, etc etc.
And all of the knights just bluescreen. Because the math isn't mathing on this one. Hunith + Balinor = MERLIN?! Does not compute.
They're all pondering how could someone as joyful, friendly, and kind as Merlin be the spawn of a terrifying man like Balinor?? They just cannot comprehend it. The manservant who they all know and love came from this sorcerer who's name is synonymous with the threat of death and destruction??
They're all jolted back to reality however when Balinor asks Merlin if he wants to come back to Balinor's newly-renovated stronghold in the mountains (that's only accessable by riding a dragon) to learn more about one day becoming a dragonlord. And suddenly, the knight understand why Balinor's here. He wants to kidnap Merlin from them and twist him into a terrifying sorcerer to carry on Balinor's legacy!
It all basically dissolves into a long game of high-stakes tug-of-war between Balinor and the knights + Arthur, and Merlin's just enjoying spending time with his father and his friends.
Balinor will just casually crash one of their quests while riding Kilgarrah and "kidnap" Merlin while the knights fight to keep Merlin with them.
Balinor eventually gives Merlin Aithusa so he can get practice raising dragons, and the knights see it as some evil scheme to make Merlin betray Camelot and attack it from within, but damn it Merlin's already adopted the damn thing so now they're stuck with a baby dragon.
IDK if I'd ever write a fic about it since I'm pretty busy writing another fic rn, but I thought that it was a funny idea to throw out there!
PS: if anyone wants to read my current project, where I'm giving Sir Leon more anxiety with each chapter after a kinda-botched magic reveal on Merlin's part (and Merlin may or may not be an eldritch god), feel free to check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54027337/chapters/136771564
Thank you all for sticking with my incoherent rambling! :D I hope you have a great day/night!
Also, please let me know if you guys wants to hear more of the ideas that pinball around in my head!
#bbc merlin#merlin#balinor#merlin bbc#arthur pendragon#merlin au#protective arthur#protective knights#merlin prompts
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ౚৠvoicemails choi seungcheol leaves you while heâs on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby, darling)
...one: hey darling! we just arrived at the hotel. i called right after we landed but you didn't answer and then jeonghan reminded me that weâre in completely different time zones. i feel like a total idiot for forgetting about it. good thing you didn't answer though, i hope you have the sweetest dreams. anyway, call me in the morning when you wake up. i love you
...two: the bed felt so cold last night. fuck, itâs been only a day and i miss you like crazy already
...three: i think the kids are sick of me. they say i keep talking about you but (laughs) how could i not? how was your day though? what did you do today? did eat something good for dinner?
...four: that photo of you and kkuma you sent me earlier. (pause) it made my whole day. i immediately set it as my wallpaper. (sigh)
...five: i hate cuddling these goddamn pillows, i want you back in my arms baby
...six: oh my god, yesterday was so much fun! mingyu and dino took me out to drink, and we ended up in the shittiest street ever, and like, there were so many people staring at us weirdly. i know weâre good looking, but come on. then mingyu started to get scared, which started to freak dino out too (laugs). and then i started to get scared too. but then we discovered the best bar ever. i can't wait to tell you all about it
...seven: i saw itâs raining back home. i put an umbrella in your bag before i left because you always forget to bring it with you, and make sure to dress well. go over to my place and take some of my hoodies and coats, and i don't want to hear any complaints
...eight: i miss you
...nine: i shouldâve brought a bigger suitcase with me, i swear i have so many gifts for you
...ten: i wish you could be here with me. (pause) i love you
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Title: Plus One
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Rating: General Audiences
Warning: panic attacks
Paring: Paige Bueckers x fem actress reader
Fandom: UConn's Women's basketball
Summary: it's was a joke til it wasnât
It all started as a joke. I had no idea who to take as my plus one, so I did what any rational person would doâI tweeted.
"So... I need a date for my first movie premiere. @paigebueckers, what's good? đ"
Then I posted the same thing on Instagram with a picture of me fake-proposing to an Oscar statue from set. It was meant to be lighthearted, a little funny. I had been a fan of Paige for years, and UConn fans were relentless. I figured a few of my new followers from the movie might hype it up for fun.
What I didnât expect was for it to blow up overnight.
My notifications were chaos. UConn fans, my own fans, random sports pagesâeveryone was tagging Paige. Memes. Edits. The whole internet was basically playing matchmaker. It was both hilarious and terrifying.
Then, the next morning, I saw the notification.
paigebueckers: "đ Sounds fun. You still need a date?"
I had to reread it like five times.
She DMed me. Paige Bueckers actually DMed me.
It felt surreal having Paige Bueckers, actual basketball star, knocking on my hotel room door. She looked casual but effortlessly cool in a tailored lavender suit, her blonde hair pinned up in a way that made my brain short-circuit.
"Ready, superstar?" she grinned, offering me her arm.
Somehow, I managed to function enough to get into the car with her. We chatted on the way, and I tried to act like I wasnât internally freaking out. But the moment we pulled up and the cameras started flashing, my body locked up.
Paige got out first, then circled around to open the door for me. I wanted to move. I really did. But my chest tightened, my hands shook, and suddenly it felt like I couldnât breathe.
"Hey," Paigeâs voice was soft but firm as she crouched down, reaching for me leaning into the SUV. Her hands gently cradled my face, thumbs brushing over my cheeks. "Look at me, okay?"
I barely managed to lift my eyes, but hers were steady, grounding.
"Breathe in," she instructed. I did. "Now out."
I followed her lead, mirroring her slow, measured breaths.
"Youâre good," she reassured me. "You belong here. And I got you, alright?"
I nodded, and she gave me one of those easy, Paige Bueckers smiles that could probably end wars.
"Thatâs my girl."
Somehow, I managed to get out of the car and onto the red carpet, Paige right beside me. The rest of the night was a blur of flashing cameras, interviews, and surreal moments, but Paige was the one thing that kept me grounded.
After the premiere, we ended up at an In-N-Out in full glam, eating burgers in the parking lot and laughing like weâd known each other forever.
That night, we exchanged numbers.
We kept in touch. At first, it was casualâtexts, FaceTime calls, inside jokes. But then it became something. Paige was the person I called when I was stressed, when I had good news, when I just wanted to talk.
So when my second premiere came around, I didnât post a joke about needing a date. I didnât have to.
Paige texted me two days before:
Paige: "Iâm free that night. Wanna go together?"
Me: "Like⊠as my date?"
Paige: "Well, duh. I thought we established that at In-N-Out."
I didnât even know how to respond, but I smiled at my phone for an embarrassing amount of time.
Somehow, Paige and I had gone from a joke tweet to walking the Met Gala red carpet togetherâas wives.
She looked effortlessly stunning in a soft bule, black, purpleish,pink, grey suit, her marble-finished wedding band catching the light. I had a sterling silver set with an emerald-cut chocolate diamond that Paige had picked out herself.
As we walked down the carpet, photographers caught the moment we intertwined our fingers, flashing our matching rings. The buzz around us was deafening.
Then came the Glambot.
Paige pulled me close, her hand resting at the small of my back. The camera glided toward us in slow motion, and just as it reached the perfect angleâshe kissed me.
Soft, warm, perfect.
I could already see the internet losing its mind again.
But at that moment, I didnât care about the cameras, the fame, or the flashing lights.
All that mattered was Paige. And the fact that somehow, a joke tweet had led me to the love of my life.
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FREAKS ON A FRIDAY
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COLLEGE BF!WOOYOUNG / FEM READER
†Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, is as cool as a cucumber. You, not so much. When you go into a jealous fit at a Friday night party, he's nothing short of amused at how cute you are. And he knows just how to simmer down your hot temper.
†Genre(s): *drabble, smut (what's new?)
†Content: college!au, established relationship!au, non-idol!au
†NSFW Warning(s): unprotected piv, mean switch!Wooyoung, switch!fem reader, face slapping, hair pulling, oral (fem receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, possessiveness, reader has nipple piercings, please keep in mind that both are quite masochistic
†Note*: this content is completely fictional.
âMy eyes are up here, Dickhead!â
âBut my eyes are down here, Sugartits; not my fault theyâre right in front of me.â
Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, sat himself on the toilet lid, his hands that found home on your hips pulling you closer as you stumbled between his parted thighs. He wasnât fazed at all by your eyes that were blown out in anger, veiling that shit-eating grin you knew all too well behind a composed smirk. If it werenât obvious already, it took a lot more than your cute little tantrums to have an effect on him. He knew how to handle that short fuse of yours like clockwork.
âYou are not allowed to call me that right now.â
âCâmon, you love it when I call you that,â he slurred, nuzzling his face between your breasts in the process. To his dismay, you wriggled out of his hold, leaning against the wall before tucking your chest under your arms.
âWhy donât you ask Kristen or Kirstenâwhatever the hell her name isâto let you motorboat her tits?â you spat.
Wooyoung couldnât resist the laugh that fought hard to escape his lips, shaking his head and adjusting the shades that kept most of his bangs away from his face. He didnât let your seething demeanor stop him from joining you once again, pressing his frame gently against you with a hand resting on the wall beside your head. The other cradled your chin between his fingers, and that grin of his showed up in its full form.
âThereâs no girlâs tits I wanna motorboat other than yours, Baby.â
You rolled your eyes, hoping that was enough to distract yourself from your thumping heart.
âWell, arenât you such a romantic?â you said, voice laced with sarcasm.
A few knocks at the door stole your attention for a fleeting moment, and you both opt to ignore them. Wooyoung sighed once the knocks became louder, briefly retracting from you to yell out, âItâs occupied!â
âNot anymore. Iâm leaving,â you muttered. But before you could move, heâs got you cornered again, and itâs your turn to sigh. Despite the smile still lingering on his lips, he sounded more serious this time.
âHow many times do I have to tell you that Kirstenâs just a friend? You jealous girl,â he said, no malice in his tone. Rather, he was quite gentle with how he spoke to you.
âShe was playing with your hair!â
âAnd she has a girlfriend, Babyâwho was right beside her.â
Your lips parted and closed a few times as you tried to gather your words, but you didnât know what to say. He took it as a sign to continue reassuring you, placing his hand on your warm cheek.
âIâm sorry I didnât make it clear to you, I shouldâve. I donât see her that way at all; she definitely does not see me that way. Iâll consider your feelings more from now on, okay?â
Your lips formed a pout, and you couldnât bring yourself to look him in the eyes as embarrassment washed over you.
âIâm sorry for overreacting. Itâs just thatâŠyour hairââ
âYou like being the only one pulling on it, huh?â
He didnât hide that he noticed how his question had caught you off guard.
âW-What?â
âDonât play all âshy girlâ with me now. You know, I can still feel the effects of how hard you pulled on my hair last night,â he purred. âYou would love it if I got on my knees and let you run your fingers in my hair right now, hm?â
You stammered his name under your breath when he licked a strip along your neck, kissing and sucking your skin before moving lower to your breasts. It never bothered him too much when you wore a form-fitting shirt and forewent a bra, the shape of your piercings bulging under the tight, stretchy fabric. That was as long as he was the only one who had the privilege of playing with them, of course. And when your shirt was bunched above your breasts, he stole more than just a quick look. His eyes were hungry, staring long enough to brand the image of your tits in his mind.
Two cute little silver hearts for both of your nipples, hugging the buds together just perfectly. You just had them pierced a month or so ago, and youâd be lying if you denied that half the reason why you did was for Wooyoung. You wanted to get something that was only to share with him; in a sense, it made your heart flutter at how intimate it really was. Maybe a few others got a glimpse of your piercings sometimes, but Wooyoung always received the full experience.
âIâll never get tired of these,â he murmured, pressing his thumbs on your nipples to light a reaction from you. He was good at catching every little detail about you, savoring each short breath you took, how your lips parted, and the way your tummy contracted from any shock of pleasure.
âYou really went through that pain for me,â he stated more so than asked.
âItâs worth it,â you whispered. âAnd it feels...hahââyour face contorted when he captured your nipple between his lipsââit feels s-so good now. So sensitiveâŠâ
He hummed. âI bet it does.â
The air was so thick and hot, polluted with the pungent mix of alcohol and weed; it made you a little lightheaded. The shitty trap song muffled by the door went deaf on your ears, and all you could focus on was the wet muscle that toyed with your nipple. Your hand found its way to the other, begging to be touched and tweaked between your fingers. The heat between your legs was growing to be unbearable, thighs spread apart as if they were ready to welcome his touch between them.
He released your flesh with a pop, giving you one dizzying kiss that had him dropping to his knees nearly going unnoticed by you. He squeezed your thighs in his hands, eventually snaking them higher to push the hem of your denim skirt up. You threw on whatever pair of underwear you could find in your drawer and unfortunately for you, they were light enough to show an embarrassingly dark spot left by your arousal. And fortunately for him, he got to ogle at it.
His finger wagged against your clothed nub, an almost mocking chuckle leaving him. âWhat an easy girl you are.â
âSh-Shut up.â
âMake me.â
You didnât know what came over you to do what you did next. Your panties slipped down to your ankles and before he knew it, his shades slipped from his hair as you grabbed a fistful of his locks at the base, shoving his head between your legs. Wooyoung made a small sound of surprise, though he easily complied, parting his lips almost immediately to suck on your clit.
âWhy are you s-such a tease, Wooyo?â you whined, frustration building in your tone as you hooked one leg over his shoulder and began to roll your hips. âYou piss me o-off sometimes!â
He groaned when the grasp on his hair tightened, your nails grazing his scalp in an almost indescribable, painful pleasure that had blood rushing up his cock. His hands searched for purchase on your thighs, his own nails digging into your flesh deep enough that theyâd leave little crescents behind.
âS-Sometimes I feel like you really need me to ride your face to sh-shut you up,â you moaned.
Heâd nearly creamed in his pants right then and there. You were so fucking cute and hot all in one when you were mad like this.
âWooyo, g-gonna cum! Gonna cum, gonna cumâoh, my fucking GodâŠâ
With one last whimper, you reached climax, bliss intoxicating your senses as you rode your orgasm out on his face until you reached satisfaction. You released your grip on his hair, pushing him away gently while you caught your breath, waiting out the twitching in your thighs to settle down in silence. Your boyfriend was left speechless for a minute, dazed as if there was nothing in that pretty little head of his other than the voice that told him to lick your cum off his lips.
The next thing you knew, your ass was perched on the countertop, your hand accidentally flipping the faucet on in an attempt to balance yourself. Wooyoung stood between your thighs and unbuckled his belt, slipping out his cock from underneath his boxers. As much as you loved seeing him naked, you were always fascinated by the sight of him fully clothed, nothing but his erection dripping with pre-cum exposed to you. Maybe it was the urgencyâthe need to fuck you right now so overpowering that he didnât have the patience to strip his clothes off.
âYouâre such an impatient little brat,â he huffed, a hushed groan interrupting his thoughts when he slid his cock in your warmth. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you savored the sensation of being stretched open for the first time that night. He grabbed handfuls of your ass before landing two simultaneous smacks that aroused a yelp from you, and whispered, âYouâre lucky that I liked that.â
He didnât warn you about the strong thrust that had your jaw dropping, one that was followed by a series of jackhammered movements that left you a broken, moaning mess. You probably didnât sound the prettiest right now, switching between whimpers and pants like you were some bitch in heat. But the beauty of Wooyoung was that you didnât have to be insecure about how you sounded, because he liked everything that was you. Even if he fucked you like he hated your guts.
âWhat was that you said about riding m-my face? To shut me up, h-huh? How about I fuckinâ slap you to teach you a lesson?â he grunted.
You swore that you felt a surge of your arousal dripping on the countertop with every pounding from his cock. Nothing turned you on more than a nice slap on your face from Wooyoung, you nearly melted into a pile of mush in his grasp.
âF-Fuckâyes!â you cried.
His thrusts never wavered as his hand lingered near your face, ready to land a firm hit on your cheek.
âMm, here it comes, Baby.â
One, two, three slaps came at you that rendered you dizzy, the stinging pain on your cheek dissipating into a tingling pleasure. Wooyoungâs eyes studied in lust at how your own had fluttered shut, the whites peaking underneath your lashes as he soothed the affected area with his thumb. He repeated the same pattern one more time, almost disgustingly enamored at how much of a painslut his sweet girl was.
âNeed to learn how to control your temper,â he muttered.
There was something about your pout and your knitted brows, matched with your flushed skin and your disheveled hair that had him going. How could he resist a face like that?
âI justâahâlove you s-so much, Wooyo!â
You were too cute for your own good.
His hand led yours onto his face, warm to the touch and glistening with sweat. With a few nods, he said softly, âS-Slap meâŠI havenât been good e-either, Baby.â
âWooyo,â you crooned.
âDo it n-now,â he insisted. âIâm all yours.â
And with that, your fingers reached for the back of his head, grasping his hair near his scalp before pulling it back. Wooyoung let out a wanton moan when your hand met his cheek. His hips began to slam against you at unbridled speeds as he began to lose himself in pure, sexual bliss.
âFuckâŠhit me h-harder! Like you fucking mean it,â he whined. His cock continued to ram in and out of you, growing sloppier with each fuck as you watched his eyes glaze with tears, and his cheeks flushed with pink. You did as youâre told and slapped him with a firm smack, and thatâs what it took for him to smash your lips together with his own. You threw your arms around his neck while he groped your breast, fondling your nipple with his thumb as you both swallowed the otherâs growingly high-pitched moans.
âYouâre mine,â you mumbled against his lips.
Those two words were enough for him to release a guttural groan, filling your pussy with spurts of cum that left him trembling. But he didnât stop there, muffling his cries of overstimulation by sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You could feel the warm tears dripping onto your back, the desperate need to make you cum becoming so apparent that it made your head spin. And with a few more frantic bucks from his hips, your walls suffocated his throbbing cock with a selfish squeeze, your gratified mewls melding with his broken pleas.
His weight toppled over you while youâre rendered boneless, legs falling limp against the bottom cupboards after releasing his waist. Wooyoung snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, absorbing the intoxicating pheromones that have begun to mask your fading perfume. Youâre both left speechless for a few minutes, digesting the music that had been indistinct to your ears during your little fuck session. And when youâre ready, you each check on the other, sharing vulnerable kisses and sweet nothings that were reserved only between you and him.
You didnât know exactly how long youâd spent time in the bathroom, but judging by the glaringly sour looks of a few who stood nearby on the outside, youâd say you took a considerable amount of sweet time. And as you expected from your ever-so-composed boyfriend, he sent the next person a smirk, rubbing his own red, blotchy cheek. Fixing his shades on top of his head, he entwined his fingers with yours soon after.
âItâs all yours.â
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Cause, I Love Freaks!
Synopsis. The question isnât whether he can make you squĂrt - itâs how and where.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, squĂrting, unprotected, creampĂe, exhĂbitionism (Sukunaâs and Chosoâs), brĂ©eding, Shiu cameo, messy, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, Sukunaâs thigh tattoos, thigh rĂding chokĂng, overstĂm, finger suckĂng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.1k
A/N. I think Iâm in some early ovulation week becauseâŠ
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⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Prove it.
Now, does Toji know heâs the best youâve ever had in bed? Of course.
Is he proud of how heâs done everything and anything - had you folded in half underneath him, stuffed from all ends, and cumming harder than any other loser before him did? Hell yeah.Â
Does it bother him when Shiu makes some off-hand comment about how heâs able to make someone squirt? Well, it was hard not to when the man just laughs right in Tojiâs dumbfounded face, saying something about how your pretty pussy is âmissing outâ and to come to Shiu if you want to have a good time.
Surely, that stupid conversation doesnât bother him, right? Right?
Wrong.Â
He was going to prove that bastard Shiu wrong.Â
âDamn. Not that one either.â
If you could, youâd probably let out a sob - but right now, youâre too cockdrunk to even think let alone cry. Unsure if youâre even breathing as Toji wrestles your limp body - still twitching and sensitive from your nth high - upright on his lap. Whispering a ragged, âGuess we just hafta try again. Right, doll?â
âPlease!â you let out a strangled yelp as Tojiâs big hands snake down to steady your hips, all stuttering and messily sucking up his aching cock. Again. âI-I donât think I can- ah-â
Whatever plea on the tip of your tongue is shut up by Toji pulling your teary face towards his, kissing your swollen lips so softly. Reverent, even.Â
The complete opposite of his hips down below, not even bothering to move anymore, hands on your ass just dragging your sloppy pussy up and down his swollen dick. Up and down up and down up and-
âTojiââ
âAww, câmon, pretty.â Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spreads your puffy folds further, bullying his cock so impossibly deep. âG-gotta prove it to that f-fucker that Iâm the best, right?â
Ah, there it was - if you were in any better state of mind youâd have cursed out Shiu already. Taunting your boyfriend into this stupid little challenge that had him storming into your apartment and ripping off your poor panties. And you split apart on his cock and cumming over and over again like he wouldnât - couldnât - stop until you squirted. Like it killed him to make you miss out on this little thing.Â
âNow now, doll.â you jolt as he gives your sopping pussy a little smack! Grinning at your nails digging into his thick shoulders, âFocus. Hah- we gotta have her squirtinâ all over me now, right?â
You really canât help the way youâre giving him a delirious little nod. Hips bouncing back pathetically in an attempt to meet the way Toji was bouncing you so sinfully on his cock like his favorite toy. And itâs so cute that Tojiâs murmuring a low, âUse your words, doll.â
âI- ngh-â
Not like he was giving you a chance to, rolling your ravaged clit between his fingers, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. âLouder.â
âGonna- gonna squirt for you, TojiâŠâ
If he was any lesser man (Shiu) Toji thinks he mightâve just cum in your snug pussy right then and there. Filled you up till youâre bloated and forgetting any promise of squirting - but no, thatâs for later.Â
Right now, heâs flattening his feet on the mattress, falling onto his back - two big arms pulling your overstimulated body to rest against his muscles. Not even wasting a second before fucking up into your tight cunt like such an animal.
Sloppy - so, so desperate.Â
Just rough, jagged movements of his hips because shit if Toji doesnât make you squirt this time then heâs gonna lose his sanity. Mightâve already lost it, actually, with each adorable ah! ah! ah! falling from your kiss-bitten lips each time he hits that one spot so easily.Â
âBit- bit more-â he grits out, feeling that familiar way your plushy walls were trying to squeeze him dry. Your cunt too heavenly. The stimulation too much. âJusâ a bit more, pretty.â
âOh my god- Toji- ah- Toji Toji Toji-â Itâs all you can do to whine, writhing as he holds your hips still, rocking harder into you. Clawing at the soaked sheets, his shoulders, his hair - anything to try and hold onto whatever semblance of control you had left. âMâso- close-â
âYeah?â And Toji sounds so utterly wrecked already, looking up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. Voice strained, awe-struck like he couldnât even believe it. His pretty girl - cumming for him again. âSquirt fâme, doll.â
You donât even realize it when you are at first - just that something snaps and suddenly youâre soaking Tojiâs cock in all your sweet sweet juices. Until it was dripping down the side, onto the mattress.Â
So messy and sinful - gummy walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight it almost hurt, covering his abs till they were glistening. Toji canât bring himself to do anything but watch, for once in his life actually grateful that Shiu goaded him into doing something. Jaw-dropped at the way youâre gushing all around him - like you couldnât stop. Again and again and-
âS-see? Fuck- What- oh shit, doll. All fâme? Good girl.â Eyeing that phone propped up by the bedside, Shiuâs face watching over the obscene mess on the bed. âWhat did I tell ya?â
âHeh, well whatever. Can ya make her do it twice?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Love is blind
Now, itâs not often that Nanami Kento took off his glasses. Rarely when he cuddled, not usually when he was kissing you - his pretty lilâ wife. And never when it was your lips down below that he was making out with.
âSo messy.â Nanami mutters, muffled around your puffy folds. Each word making you arch against the soft mattress. âAre you this messy just fâme? Mâso lucky, my love.â
Itâs all you can do to yelp as Nanami slides his tongue warningly between your folds, flicking at your swollen clit just enough to have you gripping so tightly at his blond strands. Pulling Nanamiâs face up from between your thighs with a strained groan.
And oh you assumed he was exaggerating, but it was so fucking difficult to look at Nanami, too. Glasses slightly foggy, cheeks flushed. Your sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily, dripping all the way down his jaw. Head tilting back ever-so-slightly to let it slide down his throat.
Making your head spin as he reaches over to press a chaste, wet peck to your lips. âJusâ let me take care of it.â
And take care of it he does. Immediately taking his favorite place in-between your legs, stuffing his face nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue giving one, long lick up your folds, just barely dipping between them. The slow torture was delicious.Â
âKento-.â you let out a pouty little whine, one that goes straight to Nanamiâs aching cock. Ankles hooking around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, âD-donât tease.â
Heâs letting out such a dark chuckle, hot against your sloppy hole. Awe-struck at the way youâre glistening and clenching around nothing - so much so that Nanami almost considers taking off those tinted glasses to see this heavenly view better.Â
But no, instead, heâs breathing out a little, âFine.â Interrupting your soft sigh of relief to continue, âBut you better not get my hah- glasses dirty, darling.â
Nanami doesnât wait for your response - he doesnât have to. Already knowing that youâll be giving him a delirious little nod in agreement. So heâs digging his neat fingernails into your hips, pulling you closer to spread your lips with his tongue. Lapping so obscenely at the slick beading at your cunt over and over and-
It wasnât enough.
âShit. Fuck-â you flinch - maybe from those depraved little profanities hissed into your cunt. Maybe from the cold metal of his glasses hitting your heated core. Probably from the way Nanami was bullying his soft tongue into your tight pussy.
Pushing past that feeble resistance, one hand reaching behind to arch your deeper into his mouth. The other toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling the nub between two long fingers while he dips in and out of your hole at such a ruthless pace. In and out in and out in and-
âOh- fuck fuck fuck, Kento-â youâre grabbing at the expensive sheets so hard you worry they might tear. Thighs shaking and sliding off his shoulders. âSâtoo much- too deep.â
And ah, for how much Nanami pretends to be annoyed as he wraps your legs back around his head - it sends all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock at how wrecked his cute wife was.
Moaning around your entrance, âRemember what I mm- said.â Your juices starting to drip down the corners of his mouth now. âGet it dirty and-â
âKento! Oh my god-â You buck wildly as he starts drawing lewd little circles on your clit. Nanamiâs little warnings the last thing on your mind as you feel yourself losing more and more of your sanity with each drip! drip! drip! of your slick down onto the mattress below.Â
Glasses completely fogged now, he makes out with your cunt through pure, feral need. Tongue matching in time with each yelp of his name leaving your mouth.Â
âF-fuck.â Nanamiâs smacking his lips against your own. âYou taste so good. So heavenly.â Your gummy walls sucking him up so sinfully that it was almost difficult to move faster, more erratic. âGonna make a mess fâme now? Gonna hah-âÂ
And, well, you did always manage to surprise him.
Because Nanami doesnât even get to finish his sentence, before your slutty pussy is gushing all around him.Â
Everywhere. Making such a mess as he tonguefucks you through your high, letting you use and angle his mouth all you wanted. So so sloppy with the way youâre soaking him in all your juices - down his chin, his tongue, all the way up to his sharp cheekbones and even-
âMy glasses.â Head so fucked-out already, you almost miss Nanamiâs dangerous little mutter. Raising your eyes to meet his and oh. Shit. âYou dirtied my glasses.â
As if to prove his point, Nanami them off, running a long finger down his frames. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pooling all your sweet slick on his fingertips, so tauntingly inspecting it in the dim lighting.Â
In a split-second, those dripping wet glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose, forcing you to peer over them at a dangerously looming Nanami.
âTold ya not to dirty my glasses, my love.â Smiling so dangerously, âThink this naught cunt of yours should be taught a lesson for that.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Favorite part
Geto thinks that this might be his favorite part, whispering a ragged little, âGod, do you know how pretty you hah- look right now?â
You didnât - and itâs all you can do to even try and understand what your boyfriend was even cooing from behind. Too caught up in the way your legs were so pathetically trembling with the need to bounce back on his swollen cock.Â
âHngh- f-fuck Sugu- I-â
Sure to leave such lewd little marks for Geto to ogle at tomorrow, his toned pelvis against your ass, heavy balls on your clit, fingers on your hips to steady your fucked-out self. Sloppy - bruising, even.Â
So it only made sense that your high was the same - and he can only watch, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, jaw falling slack in disbelief at the way your cunt was just gushing all around him. Fucking him over and over through your high.Â
âShit- shit shit shit.â you hear him breathe, fingers toying with your pretty clit desperately. âJusâ like that. Good girl.â
Your sweet sweet juices soaking his painfully hard cock, dripping down, down, down his heavy balls, glistening against his thighs. Squirting so obscenely around his twitching cock and shit- he just canât help but go over the edge as well.Â
âOh- oh god.â Geto throws his head back, giving you one, harsh thrust before heâs spilling all into your quivering cunt. Coating your walls such an obscene white, âThis pussy is ngh- magic, gorgeous. Fucking love her.â
Loved how you were squeezing him so tight.Â
Loved how you were so messy.Â
Loved how it made him think that you could squirt all over his dick again.Â
And he canât stop - couldnât, even if he wanted to. Hips still moving in quick, ragged jabs to your poor cervix, eyeing the way your poor, abused pussy was still drooling all around him. A lewd little mess of slick and cum, forming a pool on the sheets below.Â
And Geto canât even think to bring himself to be disgusted - why would he? After all, this was his favorite part, right?Â
âYou can mm- gimme another one, right?â You shiver as he flattens his feet on the damp mattress, kissing up your arched spine. Keening at the change in angle as his cock bullies impossibly deeper. Stars behind your eyes at how unfairly easily he finds that one spot. âYour slutty pussyâs gonna s-squirt all over me again?â Fat head hitting it over and over and-
âSuguru!â you squeal, and Geto raises his brows. Knowing you were absolutely fucking wrecked already - you never called him by his full name until you were fucked so dumb you couldnât remember his nickname. âSâtoo- much. Mâtoo ngh- sensitive.â
Your hands reach out to grab for the headboard - nails digging into the wood. Getoâs throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls so agonizingly that you almost miss him mutter a quiet, âNow, that wonât do.â
And before you know it, his big hands are prying yours off the bed, intertwining them so gently with his. Romantic - but you knew better, Geto just didnât want his pretty girl to run away.Â
Not when he knew you were so close - could tell by that breathy little ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips.Â
âPlease-â
Huffing in amusement, âPlease what?â
And you donât even know what youâre begging for - maybe for mercy? For Geto to let you fucking breathe? His cock too bruising against your cunt, drawing out incoherent whines with each drag of his tip down all the right spots. Trying so desperately to fuck that second orgasm out of you.Â
âHeh, canât even fuck- talk.â And itâs so dizzing how heâs puncturing each word with such a rough ram of his cock. So mean with the way he dips a hand lower to graze a long finger down your sensitive cunt - so messy and sensitive. Chuckling at your cute lilâ whines - at the way theyâre suddenly cut short when Geto shoves his dripping wet fingers between your lips. âNgh- well, if you donât wanna talkâŠâ
Close. Too close.Â
You mewl at the way he was pressing right at the back of your tongue, feeling the lewd little taste of him and you and him. âMmmpf- what are you-âÂ
âAt least donât try to escape, gorgeous.â he leans in close - so close. Long inky hair tickling your spine, breath hot against your ear, lips grazing yours. You think you could just pass out right then and there as his soft tongue darts out to lick at the mess heâs smeared across your glossy lips.Â
Grinning at the taste, at that look in your eyes that told him your cute cunt was about to give him another show, âCuz this is my favorite part.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Hair tie
If anyone found out why Choso Kamo was never seen without that black hair tie around his wrist, theyâd laugh in your face and tell you what a great joke that was.Â
That inconspicuous little thing heâd take around everywhere, whether he had his hair up or not. Itâs not like he exactly needed it, and most just assumed it was a fashion statement.Â
Only you knew what it meant to have Choso thumbing that little red imprint in public. Hooking a finger underneath, pulling back ever-so-slightly to let it snap! against his skin. Looking you right in the eyes as he does. Something dangerous. Subtle. Something that has you pressing your thighs together.Â
Something that has him pulling you to the nearest changing room in this crowded shopping mall, one hand covering your mouth, muffling your sweet sweet moans. The other, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Â
âSorry, baby.â he gasps, kissing your forehead so mockingly gently. âYou just looked so fuckinâ pretty in that skirt. Needed you so- hah- bad.â
The skirt that was currently bunched at your waist, crumpling at Choso pushes you harder against the cool wall.Â
But Choso couldnât give a fuck about that right now, not as he shoves a knee between your trembling legs. He couldnât have his girl falling now, right? Long fingertips so desperately massaging your plushy walls, searching for that one-
âMmpfh! Hngh-â
Found it.
Without another word, heâs reeling two fingers back - all the way until they were barely kissing your sloppy hole. Plunging back in, hitting that spot over and over like he was addicted to the way your cunt was trying to suck him up so good. High off of every cute lilâ whine that escapes through his palm.Â
âShit, so fuckinâ gorgeous.â Breath hot against your ear, âLook.âÂ
You barely even realize it before you are, gasping at the obscene sight below. Your drenched panties pulled so lazily to the side. Sloppy.Â
âCanât get enough. Shit-â Pulling back to show off your slick glistening on his fingers, dripping down, down, down to that sinful hair tie. âFuuuck, baby. Need you to cum on my fingers. Please. Please-â Puffy folds milking Chosoâs fingers so hard that you wonder whether it didnât hurt - whether his wrist wasnât cramping up now, fingers sore.Â
And if they were, then, Choso didnât show it. Instead, heâs bullying a third finger inside your poor cunt, the stretch too much that you canât help but squeal. So fucking loud.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!Â
âIs everything alright in there, maâam?â
Oh if the way your heavenly cunt was clenching around him was anything to go by, then Choso wished he did this sooner.Â
So entranced that he almost missed the concerned, âMaâam?â from outside.Â
âWh-whatâs the matter, baby?â he whispers lowly, biting down teasingly at your earlobe. Fingers still relentless, speeding up, even. And you could only pray the employee outside couldnât hear the lewd squelches as he did. âShy? Answer the hah- question.â
And shit, you could cry as he wrenches his hand away from your mouth. Grinning as you let out a broken little, âY-yeah.â Cringing at how unconvincing you sound, âIâm jus-â
Whatever stupid excuse that was to come out of your mouth dies in your throat as Choso runs his thumb over your throbbing clit.Â
âI-Iâm al-right.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
And itâs as if he takes that up as a challenge to prove youâre so utterly not.Â
Not when Chosoâs drawing tight little circles in time with the way heâs hitting that one spot, arching you like such a slut into his touch. Ignoring the concerned remarks from outside as he speeds up his pace, not even bothering to cover your mouth this time because he wanted to hear all your pretty moans.Â
So much so that youâre mentally preparing to get caught - maybe even arrested.Â
But still youâre so close.Â
Halfway through imagining how Choso would snap his hair tie during the trial when that voice speaks up again. âWellâŠplease let us know if you need any help.â
Those footsteps from outside barely even heading away before heâs sighing, âSheâs gone now.â he bites down on your lower lip. âYâcan hah- cum fâme, yâknow? Make a mess?â Grinding down his rock-hard erection on your thigh, already so damp through his pants. âFucking cover me in it.â
And then you are - all over Chosoâs hand. Kissing him hard, to stop yourself from screaming as he quirks his fingers just right. Fucking you through your high as you drench him in all your juices, soaking his hair tie, trailing onto the floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip!Â
Obscene. Exactly the way he wanted it.Â
So fucking pretty with the way youâre squirting all over his hand, thighs trembling, lips wobbling. That new skirt of yours so filthy now that Choso canât help but eye the pile of clothes right next to you. Gritting out a ragged, âWe got so many more clothes to try on.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot
âYouâre going to cum fâme just like this, okay, brat?â
Maybe itâs the way youâre sat so prettily on Sukunaâs muscular thigh, squirming ever-so-slightly as he starts bouncing his leg to the beat of the thumping music. Maybe itâs the way you canât do anything but let out a stifled gasp, desperately trying not to attract any attention towards the two of you in the dimly-lit VIP area of this overcrowded club.
But Sukuna just canât help but tease you.Â
Canât help but trail a finger along your thigh, goosebumps rising so deliciously at the scrape of his nail. Up, up, up to confirm his suspicious and oh-Â
He was right. No panties.
âHeh, such a naughty little minx, arenât ya?â he canât help the surprise that bleeds into his voice, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cradling your neck into his pecs, âActing all innocent but youâre just begging to be used like such a slut, huh?â
The clink of a belt, and suddenly youâre feeling a sliver of skin - warm. Soft, sat right above where you knew he had that sinful little tattoo.Â
âB-but Kuna-â you flinch as the cold air hits you before you know it. Looking over your shoulder to catch that fucking smug smirk as Sukuna flips your flimsy skirt to rest your dripping cunt on his bare thigh. And to anyone else, it would probably just look like youâre just seated on his lap. But you gasp, âHere?â
âWhy not?â
If anyone heard your broken whine, then you didnât have the courage to raise your head and look. Hazy eyes locked with Sukunaâs as he starts rocking you on his thigh. Fingers digging into your hips, dragging your sloppy pussy. Grip tight, bruising almost - like he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything more.Â
âAww, my messy girl.â And fuck if it wasnât difficult to not just fuck you right then and there with the way your puffy folds were spread on his thigh. Drooling all the way down to the gaudy couch below. âWhoâre you this wet for?â
But Sukunaâs skin against your was so hot. Your brain too foggy. His words too mean. And you canât help but let out some incoherent babble.
One that has him wrapping a hand around your neck, nails positioned right above your racing pulse, forcing you to blink tearily up at him. âSorry, pretty. Canât hear you above this fuckinâ music.â Biting down on your earlobe - just a little punishment, âWhat were you sayinâ?â
âNgh- f-fuck-â you moan, clit catching on the curves and dips of his muscles, rippling as he bounces you faster in time with your slutty lilâ movements. âOnly for ngh- you.â
Voice such a low purr in your ear now, âWho?â
âY-you, Kuna-â
âYeahhhh, fuck.â he grunts, angling his head just right to better take in the fucking heavenly view. Back arching, swollen folds spread so shamefully as you hump him like some bitch in heat. Making such a mess all over his thigh tattoo in a way that makes Sukuna so fucking glad he got it. âSâexactly what I like to hear.â
And God, he didnât even have to tell you for you to realize. Because you could feel the way his rock-hard cock jumps against his boxers - so rock-hard and pressing up against your ass in a damp patch.Â
One hand tightening around your throat, the other dipping below to draw urgent, messy little circles on your clit. Over and over.Â
You dare to crack an eye open and look at the room around you, hips still grinding down so pathetically on his thigh. Clenching down so hard on nothing as you wonder how someone - anyone - could see the two of you and-
âOi, look at me, brat.â heâs tugging your head up to his again. Hands getting more erratic - like he wanted to distract you from anything but him him him. âFocus on me. On how fucking good this pretty pussy is feeling.â
As if you could do anything but.
Bucking softly into his angry erection, causing Sukuna to let out a low, drawn-out hiss. âEvil lilâ thing.â he drags his lips down your sensitive neck. Pulling your hips harder against that tattoo. âGuess it ngh- makes sense though becauseâŠâ you blink up tearily at him as he trails off. Barely noticing the trembling in his fingers, both your rhythms getting so sloppy. Untimed. As rough as the look in Sukunaâs eyes as he whispers, â-because youâre mine.â
And then he spits - right into yout waiting mouth. Once. Twice.Â
Loud enough that it definitely makes a few stray onlookers glance, faces immediately burning at the sight of Sukuna kissing you. Just a messy clash of lips and teeth and tears.
Tears as you cum with a strangled gasp, drunk up so greedily by Sukuna as you squirt all over his thigh. So fucking messy. Seeping into his pants, all the way down to the couch below, but especially his tattoo. That ring of ink soaked in your juices - right where Sukuna wanted.
And if you were in any better state of mind youâd have been embarrassed - shy, even.
Instead, youâre glancing down at the way his thigh was glistening in the dim light, delicate strings of slick snapping as you lean back closer.Â
âDonât you have- hah- the same tattoo on your cock, too, Kuna?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Sweeter this way
âSuch a filthy cunt on my sweet, sweet girl.â Gojo has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - at how breathless and fucked out you were on top of him already. âCâmon, what ngh- happened to taking control?â
Ah, right - you bat your lashes lazily, blinking away the tears in your eyes to be met with that fucking smug smirk on your boyfriendâs face. So much for taking control tonight.
âY-youâre a ngh- cheater, Toru.â you hiss, but you canât stop your hips from grinding down so pathetically to meet with his rough pace. Jolting every time his leaking tip hit that one spot. âIt was sâpposed to be hah- m-my turn to take charge.â
And oh how you had the strongest whining underneath you, two big arms looping around your waist to pull you against his toned chest.Â
âBut, sweetheart~â Craning his neck to graze his lips against your bruised ones - so fleeting, gentle. Exactly what his hips werenât. âIsnât it s-so much sweeter this way?â
You donât know what it is about it - maybe at the dangerous little tone dripping from Gojoâs words. Maybe at the way each one was punctured by a messy, harsh thrust into your tight pussy. But it has shivers running down your spine - all the way to your bulging cunt, so stuffed and ravaged by his cock.Â
Words a bit more breathless than youâd have liked as you mutter, âW-what do you oh fuck- Toru. What do you mean âsweetâ?â
The only response you get is one hand pushing the hair out of his eyes, the other just bruising on your hips. Pulling you up, up, up on Gojoâs swollen cock like you were weightless, the arms in his biceps rippling when Gojo slams you down. Hard.Â
Toned pelvis hitting your ass as he rams his cock into you. Again. And again. And again and again and-
âMâgonna show ya.â he grins, free hand roling your poor clit between two fingers. âGonna show ya how much sweeter fuck-â Gojoâs eyes fly open as you clench so hard around him. On purpose - a warning. âHah, feisty. But just you wait. Mâgonna show ya.â
Having you feeling more and more like some curse heâs out to vanquish with the way heâs fucking you so merciless.
âMerciless?â Gojo cocks his head in a way that almost makes you forget to realize that oh, shit you said that out loud. âMhm, sure did.â he hums, in a tone that was way too proud of himself. âNâ you h-havenât even seen the ngh- best of it.â
You were getting impatient now - and so was Gojo.Â
For all his talk, letting you grind your hips down to meet his rough cadence. So difficult with the way the man was getting impossibly faster. Sloppier.Â
The look in his eyes is so feral. His hands so unforgiving, pushing your knees further apart. So erratic on your clit, drawing quick, messy little patterns in a way that has you wondering whether this is more for you or himself.Â
Heâs whispering, like a mantra now. âGonna show ya- gonna show hah- fuck- mâgonna.â Running only on this and the way you were sucking him up so obscenely. Clit throbbing so fast under his thumb in a way he knew that it was about to be- âNow.â
As if on command, you cum. And not just any orgasm - no, when Gojo Satoru is out to prove a point, he will prove it five times over. Which is why he has you squirting like such a slut all over his rock-hard cock.Â
âOh- f-oh my god. Toru!â
Gojoâs own orgasm just a quick, sharp spike of pleasure, coating your puffy walls an obscene white before heâs pushing your limp body further back to get a better view and shit-Â
That only has you gushing around him harder. So animalistically. Dick twitching wildly at the slick glistening all over Gojoâs abs, dribbling down, down, down to those tufts of white at his base. Some reaching his parted lips, and fuck if Gojo can stop himself from running his tongue along them.
Running a finger at the lewd pool on his abs before bringing them up to his mouth, âOh, baby.â Eyes half-lidded, miles away yet still boring right into yours as he licks up his dripping wet index with a lewd groan. Pooling your sinful juices on his tongue. Heady. Addictive. âSee? Sweeter this way.â
Your jaw drops into a soft oh! as Gojo pulls away with a lewd pop! looking like it fucking killed him to do so.Â
Strings of slick connecting to those pretty pink lips, snapping ever so slightly as he murmurs a dark, âWonder if itâll be twice as sweet if I cum twice in your pretty pussy, hm?â
A/N. Hope yâall have a good day.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Love the headcanon that magic is legal in Queen Annis' kingdom.
One day, Arthur is invited, but he doesn't KNOW magic is legal there, so he obviously freaks out at first.
Arthur: aren't your crime rates skyrocketing when magic is legal?
Annis: *laughing* what? No. When magic is legal, it's not a crime that people commit, so it's much less, silly boy.
Arthur: but ... Doesn't it do harm?
Annis: more good than harm. Killing people is still illegal, so is theft. But you can't steal magic and when you have magic, it's unlikely for your crops to go bad, so people don't starve, which means less people get jealous or vengeful. The harm with magic is of course worse, but the protection is also more effective and crimes done BY magic get punished worse. So... We're regulating it kinda well.
Arthur is, needless to say... Amazed.
Not as amazed, however, as Merlin is. Merlin looks like he's absolutely thriving. Arthur has never seen Merlin smile as much or be as relaxed and he kind of looks like he belongs here. He seems to have a good sense for the quality of magical objects, seems to enjoy people using it for fun and entertainment.
And Arthur... Arthur's not sure what to do with that. He hates it, but...
Arthur: Merlin... I would understand if you wished to stay here. You seem... Happier than you do at home
Merlin: *laughs*, *realises Arthur is serious* i'm not going to leave you
Arthur: but you like it here! You... I've never seen you like this! You belong here! You just -
Merlin: I belong at your side. I just... Admire their lifestyle
Arthur: they are using magic.
Merlin: I know
Arthur: ... If... If magic were legal in camelot, would that make you happy?
Merlin: *freezes*
Arthur: I never thought it could be this peaceful. I feel like if it were legal... Things would change for the better. And you seem to have a good sense for these magic things, so maybe you could help me establish- holy shit, you're on fire
Merlin: *magic burst into literal flames*
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Rich Boyfriend Chronicles
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Pairings: Zhong Chenle x Fem!Reader
Summary: You know how Chenle got when it comes to money. You know how he got when you spent it. More specifically, when you spent his money.
Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, So Slight!Toxic relationship, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Slight Angst, Jealousy (Weaponizing Jisung (sorry Jiji)), HighMaintenance!Reader, Hyperfem!Reader, Coercion, Smut (+18) mdni, Ownership kink, Needy!Chenle, Unprotected Sex, Premature Orgasm, Dom/Sub Themes, Dubious Consent, Drunk!Chenle, Dirty Talk, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Subspace
He wonders when youâll arriveâŠ
You were supposed to be here already. To save him from his friends and their incessant banter.
As Chenle watches the rain droplets running down the restaurant window, he suddenly wishes he never told you to go ahead and have your shopping day alone in the district. He brought you to his city and yet, you weren't even here to enjoy it with him.
But you had pleaded so prettilyâŠ
âIt's not like Iâm going away for good Chenle, I promise I'm just going to shop in the district for the day,â You were already interlocking your van cleef bracelet around your wrist (a bracelet that he bought) and Chenle had watched from his post sitting at the desk. The hotel room was already littered with Chenle's wires from the various gadgets he had set up. His PlayStation was plugged in the moment you two checked in.
âBesides, I'm sure you'll want to enjoy your day off before you're tied down with schedules for the rest of our stay here. Mark said promo in China would be no joke.â
Chenle had spent the morning of his day off consumed by a new video game, but at the sound of your departure, he lowered his headsets and swivelled in his chair to watch you. His eyes glazed over the sundress that hugged your body with my trepidation and much suspicion. His headphones hung lazily from his neck.
âWhoâs taking you shopping?â He hoped his inquiry sounded less like a crazed control freak and more like innocent questioning.
A knowing kind of smile had blossomed across your face then as you stalked towards him with your hands behind your back.
âWhy?â you tucked a stray braid behind your ear as you neared him, âYou jealous?â
Chenle's body immediately tensed when you plopped yourself on your lap.
âDon't be stupid,â he hid behind his usual snark but you could feel his tense muscles shift underneath you. "We have dinner tonight with the others." He was significantly smaller in stature compared to the volume that accentuated your curves but his hands wrapped tentatively around your waist all the same. Chenle's eyes were wide as he looked up at you and his hands held a slight tremor as they rubbed feather light circles on your hips.
âWhere did you even buy this bracelet?â
You froze on top of him. âuh, church-â
âThey sell van cleef necklaces at church?â
âW-Well..." you swallow thickly, your arms encircling around his neck. "It was a sale! Yes, a church sale, the money's going to charity! Praise the lord-â
âThe only charity my money is going to is to you.â he buries his face into your neck and you squirm when he wiggles his finger into your side, eliciting a wave of giggles.
âWho's taking you shopping?â He asked again.
âWell, you are, Chenle,â Your words barely registered in his fogged up bain because you were bending down now, and your lips were tickling the side of his ear as your left hand drifted down his clothed torso, âThis is my first time in Beijing,â Your whispers sent the boy hurtling into that very primal part of his brain that was only filled with one thought and one thought alone.
âYou want me to have a good time, don't you? That's why you invited me?â Chenle's brain had been reduced to mush and his grip on reality was fumbling by the minute. All he could think about was your hand lining his boxers.
âYea-â his voice cracks and he lifts his hips ever so slightly, trying to steer your hand to the right place, âYou want me to have a good time on this trip right?â
You were absolutely diabolical. Watching his eyes flutter shut as the Beijing sun drifted through the curtains, extenuating every needy twitch along his visage.
In complete vulnerablility he said, âYeah,â he whispered again, âFuck, Iâll give you anything, Iâll do anything, just⊠carry on-â The smirk on your face grew until you were swiping your palm over the hard bulge in his sweatpants only momentarily before you drifted your hand to his left pocket. The little amount of contact was enough to have Chenle raggedly exhaling as his hips stuttered and a rash shiver wracked through his spine.
You sit back up again, on your haunches, still seated on his lap with his wallet dangling from your fingers.
âShopping allowance, please and thank you,â You hand him the wallet with a cheeky smile and a bowed head.
Chenle rolls his eyes, turning his head to stare out at the Beijing metropolitan beyond. His whisper is starkly incredulous as he mumbles a quiet âThis GirlâŠâ
âQuick,â you had urged, now bouncing in silent anticipation as you waited for him to hand over what it is you needed. In that very second, Chenle's hand digs into your hip. âDon't do that,â his fingers dug into your hips, immediately stopping your excited bounce, âOr youâre really not going shopping,â
In hindsight, Chenle should have perhaps withheld his card and forced you on this dinner with friends. However, he also couldn't deny the very suspicious ache in his gut that curled and coiled during these times when you needed him. It makes his head dizzy with lust.
He wished he didn't let you go.
Despite the hushed cacophony filling the Dim Sum restaurant, Chenle cannot help but think his table is the loudest of them all. Haechan and Jenoâs back-and-forth does nothing to allay that slight trickle of embarrassment that crawls up the back of Chenle's neck and he lightly rubs his face with both hands, wanting nothing more than to sink into the restaurant's leather seats. He raises his phone, perfectly content with tapping away at his social media while they bickered around him.
"You're gonna cover our bill.â Jeno says very sternly as the bottom of his beer glass hits the wooden table. His lips are pursed as he swallows his drink, but his eyes are dead serious. âJaemin covered it in Copenhagen.â Jeno's finger prods at his chest hidden under a thick fleece sweater, âI did Rotterdam. You're covering the bill, Haechan.â Jeno rarely had to say anything above an unreasonable volume, and Chenle was much the same in that regard. When Jeno said something the first time, people usually listened. He rarely had to speak up for a second time but Chenle supposed that was why God made Haechan. To infuriate Jeno.
Chenle sinks further in his seat as he immediately scrolls into your chat. He types his âWhere are you?â with the urgency of a broken man and he frowns when you don't respond within the immediate minute.
Chenle did not like that.
He much preferred you when you were messaging him compulsively, especially when the two of you found yourselves apart.
Your text arrives, but not soon enough.
[17:21, You] Are you having a good time, baby?
[17:22, Chenle] No, Haechan and Jeno are acting like hooligans in front of everyone and Jisung thinks I don't notice him leaning over my shoulder to read this text.
Chenle looks up at the boy next to him, a very unimpressed deadpan painted across his face.
[17:30, You] Tell Jiji I say hi
[17:30, Chenle] No.
âTell her I said Hi back,â Jisung whispers. He winces, not even a second later, grabbing his arm and lightly cradling the spot where Chenle just shoved him.
âAh!â Haechan hollers from across the table, âKids, no fighting-â
âFocus on paying the bill.â Jeno mumbles.
Chenle doesn't look up from your chat as his hands suffocate the little digital box. He's breathing heavily, suddenly uncomfortable with this little hypothetical crush you have on Jisung. He knew you were joking to piss him off. You knew that he knew you were joking to piss him off, but Chenle still rolls his eyes anyway. He tucks his chin into his hoodie as he grumbles.
[17:39, Chenle] I'd seriously rather be here with you
[17:40, You] Aww babe I miss you too
[17:40, Chenle] How much?
[17:41,You] Like⊠Alot, Idk?
[17:42, Chenle] Show me
[17:42, You] Show you what?
[17:43, Chenle] How much you miss me
[17:44, You] i'm still trying on dresses if you wanna see
Chenle's eyes widen slightly as a zap of excitement strikes through his stomach. He quenches his dry mouth with his beer.
Meanwhile, this round has continued to go unpaid with Haechan, ever the stubborn bull.
Almost immediately, a Facetime call lights up his screen and Chenle immediately rises from his seat, scooting out of the booth and heading straight for the bathroom.
"Okay, well I don't feel like paying for anyone's food," Haechan folds his arms in defiance and juts his nose up to the sky, all while turning his head very smugly.
It's the last thing Chenle hears before he's answering your facetime as he slinks into one of the bathroom stalls.
His phone is lowered, his brows furrowed in frustration. All of that eases away however, the second your face is projected onto his screen. From the mess in the background he can see you're back at the hotel.
The way his heart skips a beat at the sight of you should've been incredibly embarrassing but Chenle doesn't care, because you've propped the phone on a shelf, giving him a more-than-perfect view of the dress you were trying on.
âHowâs my little monster doing?â You ask distractedly as you zipped up the dress. Chenle wishes he was there to help you zip it back down. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend wasn't in the business of appearing like a lovesick puppy. He only leans his back against the stall as he says, âWhere are you? I thought you'd be here by now?â
âYou actually believed I'd willingly want to have dinner with your friends?â You give him an unimpressed look as you throw your braids over your shoulder, admiring the cocktail dress in the mirror.
âThere's only so much flirting from Jaemin I can handle, Chenle-â
âJaemin's the reason you ditched m- wait.â Chenle murmurs distractedly as he brings the phone closer to his face. You watch with a smirk as he says, âTurn around.â You do as he says, turning slowly to show him how this particular design snuggly around your curves. His breathing is heavy.
âI look good, right?â
In classic Chenle fashion, he skirts past your fishing for a compliment to directly say, âThat looks expensive.â
âBut I look so pretty.â
âTake it off-â there's an urgency in his voice that fuels you with an immense sense of power. You knew it was a good dress. It's better than good. The manner in which the sweetheart neckline dipped was anything but innocent, and you knew Chenle would like it.
âWhy don't you come take it off for me?â
A wispy curse drifts out of his mouth as he throws his head back against the wall before he says. âI'll be there soon.â
Chenle is rushing out the bathroom as he pockets his phone, carelessly swerving past the other tables in search of his own.
The bickering has yet to cease. He's so happy you're saving him.
âAnd where are you going?â Renjun asks with a frown on his face.
âThe hotel.â Is all Chenle says as he slips on his letterman jacket. Below him, Jisung blushes a deep red, Having clearly understood the implication of Chenle's words.
"You're a child."
"I'll be a child." Comes Haechan's rebuttal, "A child that's not covering the bill-"
Chenle observes this as he stands before the table, ready to head out.
"Jesus, stop being kids!" Chenle finds his voice somewhere amongst the rubble of the conversation. "'Iâll cover this round, just stop fighting, God-â
Chenle's hand is already reaching into his denim jeans, patting idly for his wallet.
âWould you look at that,â Jeno says, sending Haechan the deadliest glare he could muster, âAn actual adult.â
âDoesn't Chenle's dad like⊠Own the city?â Haechan deadpans, âSo I expected him to pay anyway-â
This statement only brought about a fresh conflict, which Chenle disrupts with his slightly deflated interjection.
âUh⊠guysâŠâ One by one, they all snap their eyes towards him and Chenle's shoulders sag. A sheepish kind of smile crinkles Chenle's eyes.
âOne of you are gonna have to cover the bill- I don't have my card,â
âWhy don't you have your card?â comes Jisung's interjection before Mark slips in, âThat's very irresponsible of you-â
Chenle was already giving them a farewell salute before turning his back on the table.
He's typing hurriedly across the screen of his phone, already ordering an Uber.
âJust charge the bill to my room,â he tells the man stationed at the front of the house. They exchanged the necessary details before he's off.
-
You know how Chenle got when it comes to money. You know how he got when you spent it. More specifically, when you spent his. You're not sure where that kind of desire came from, perhaps from some part of his brain that wanted to take care of you.
Since you last spoke, you've been seated idly on the bed with jittery nerves, your nails tapping against the water bottle. The relics of your shopping spree sit idly in the corner and you watch yourself idly in the mirror. It's a floor-to-ceiling that sat directly adjacent to the bed.
You're nervous. That much is clear. Bubbling just beneath the surface, however, is sheer excitement.
The ice cold water flowing down your throat had done little in quelling the heat that had ignited along the expanse of your skin. Everything feels too tight suddenly. This tiny cocktail you had slipped into, suddenly feels like a fucking torture chamber. Even your braids feel tight in their high ponytail. You need to get rid of it.
[18:03, Chenle] Open the door
You've already zipped the dress down when his notification flashes across your screen. Your feet are muted against the carpet as you open the door.
Your boyfriend stands on the other side of the threshold, dressed in his simple grey sweatpants and letterman jacket. A single gold chain glimmers from the fluorescents.
âWe answer the door naked now?â He raises his eyebrows, hair damp with rain as he asses you in nothing but your lace underwear.
âWell I was undressing when you arrived-â Your words immediately drown under the weight of the kiss that Chenle crashes against your lips. He immediately crowds you by the doorway, pushing the door shut with his foot as he pushes you up against the wall, his tall frame hunching over yours. His hands greedily sink into your hips and his jaw is tight as he peppers kisses everywhere.
He kisses you desperately, and fervently, it barely registers when he's pulling away.
âThought I told you to keep the dress on.â He's rubbing dizzying circles against your cheek as you look up at him with hazy eyes.
He wanted to fucking eat you alive.
âYou were taking too long,â you pat his hand still firmly on your cheek, âTake your shoes off.â You lightly coax him out of his sneakers before smiling up at him with your lopsided swollen lips and smeared lipstick. Your hand interlocks into his as you lead him deeper into the apartment and he follows like a limp piece of skin, a helpless puppy with no sense of direction other than your safe navigation. âYou have lipstick on your face,â You giggle before leading you both deeper into the hotel suite.
âI don't care-â Chenle says, before immediately setting his eyes on the myriad bags sitting idly in a corner. All sorts of labels were affirmed on the cardboard faces of each bag and Chenle looked back at you. You at least had the gall to appear sheepish, wrapping your arms around your exposed stomach like a child awaiting her scolding.
âWho possibly needs this many clothes?â There's a scolding edge to Chenle's voice as he shakes off his letterman jacket. He walks closer towards you. Your heart rate picks up as you avoid eye contact. Choosing instead to keep your gaze on Chenle's chest, which, almost far more harrowing, is being covered by a thin compression shirt. He looked borderline edible.
Your panties are drenched at the very sight of him.
The frown on Chenle's face is teasing, as he locks his hands behind his back, only waltzing closer and closer. His eyes narrow.
You're tripping backwards onto the bed, appearing even smaller underneath a looming, Chenle. He must be drunk.
You're tilting your head up at him, âHow much did you and your friends have to dri-â
âAre you already wet?â That sentence alone allows you to conclude quite quickly that Chenle and his friend did, in fact, have a lot to drink. He licks his lips before descending on you until he's hovering slightly above you with his single chain dangling just above your head. There was no concrete way to deal with confident, drunk Chenle, you just sort of, had to take it all in stride until he was sober enough to be embarrassed about his forwardness.
You try to wiggle yourself out from under his frame but Chenle was already beginning to leave wet kisses on your neck, licking and sucking at the skin while producing the most obscene sounds known to man. He groans when he slots his hips between your steepeled legs. He lowers his hips to yours, dragging his clothed dick along the surface of your cunt and you moan involuntarily.
"Greedy, Greedy girl," he whispers, still burying his head between your neck as he humps against your clothed core. Your hips stutter upwards on their own accord, your jaw locked far too tight.
"Spending all my money like that-" he scolds, shaking his head in dismay.
"M'sorry," his snickers has your lips forming into a small pout.
"You're not sorry," his lips are inches from yours, "You're just gonna do it again-"
"-and again, and again..." you bio at his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.
Chenle's arms grow weak. "Shit-" he lets his hand slip between your legs as he continues with his face buried in your collarbone, exposing you to the fresh, oceanic scent of his shampoo as his lips begin to lick over your clothed breasts.
âI need you wet-â he mumbles, âDon't think I can waste time on foreplay tonight, pretty girl.â
You unconsciously lift your hips higher, immediately mystified by his ministrations. A slight gasp wrenches itself from your throat when your cunt meets his spindly fingers.
âChenle-â
You're lying supine on the Clarifornia king bed and Chenle hovers above you. Fully clothed while you're almost naked. His hand is digging into the sheets beside your head as he hovers over you. Chenle's body acts as a great big shield, hiding you away from the city lights bleeding through the floor to ceiling windows.
âCondom,â you begin to say but your words are already escaping you and you're drifting off into fuzzy, foggy subspace. âLe- we needa-â
He shuts you up with a small peck on the lips, unbeknownst to you, he's already pulling his cock out and positioning the head right at your weeping entrance. âIt'll be quick.â he says with a second kiss, âI'll pull out, I promise.â He's already swiping away your panties, exposing your weeping cunt to the warm air.
âB-But you're intoxicated- holy fuck!â He slowly eases the head of his cock through your folds and the lubrication from both your arousal aids in making the process less painful but certainly not less uncomfortable. âF-Fuck-â
âI'm your boyfriend,â Chenle breathes out as he pushes his cock further in, âYou're not exactly taking advantage of me.â
Unable to stop himself from slamming his cock in, Chenle winces at the tight grip your cunt has him in. He needed this so fucking badly. He needed your warmth, your presence. The world seemed completely and utterly meaningless when you were there to provide meaning for him.
âFuck, you're so tight, you're so tight, so, so tight-â
You're a whimpering drooling mess underneath him, with your head rolled to the side, eyes half lidded in ecstasy as Chenle made avid use of your body with his deep strokes that only grew more and more rough. âFucking, fuck-â
âJ-Just like that, - please don't stop-'' your breath is knocked out of you the deeper he goes and the discomfort quickly bleeds into pleasure. A pleasure so profound you're arching your back for him, forcing his cock deeper. Chenle's grunts turn into a slew of tiny, pathetic whimpers and you unconsciously squeeze around him as he bullies his cock further and further into your soaking cunt.
âYou're making such a big mess, you know that?â You could feel it. Your wetness was seeping into the linen underneath you and all you could do was whimper silently, bottom lip protruding as you took every bit of everything he had to give.
âQuick,â he keeps whispering in his light-as-a-feather voice, âY-You want me to fill you up, huh?â Chenle's mind is completely clouded with lust and ruts into you deeper and deeper, his pelvis brushing against your puffy clit.
âYou wanna sit here with my cum leaking out of your cunt baby-â You're gasping, trying to wriggle your torso up.
âChenle! You said you wouldnt-â
âFor the fantasy, baby,â he places a reassuring kiss against your lips before parting those lips as he hits a particularly deep spot inside. âI-Its for the fantasy baby, relax.â You're both breathing into each otherâs mouth. The coldness of his chains hits your chin in intervals and you're both sure that you might die of overstimulation. âYou're so much work, you know that? So much fucking work-â
âChenle I'm gonna cum-â You could feel your orgasm wanting to snap and your words only spurred him on quicker, âFuck, me too-â
âOh God, you feel so good,â His eyes were squeezed shut, so completely lost in his own pleasure that he barely registered you slipping into your own orgasm. All Chenle could feel was your cunt tightening around him before he nearly spilled inside of you.
âFuck! Oh- fuck-â Chenle's clumsily grabs ahold of his cock already spurting cum before he's milking the rest out over your stomach âJesus- FUCK!â it was the loudest you ever heard him and your chest rises and falls as you watch Chenle make a complete mess of you as if you truly were nothing more than an object. His object
âF-Fuck,â Chenle slumps over beside you but not before dragging you in by his side. It's like he wanted to live in your skin.
âI can't believe you came inside me.â
âdidn't mean it,â He says, before nuzzling into your neck, already drifting off to a land where you never ever left him, even for a moment.
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