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dilf-docs · 6 months ago

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You're a Daydream, Stay A While

jackson!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: you're jackson's designated bartender. well, your dad is, but after the arrival of a new face in town, maybe the inspiration to finally step up to your obligations kicks in.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., oral (f. receiving), fingering, foreplay (mostly breasts), creampie, breeding kink (kinda), angst/comfort, insecure!joel (love touch etcetc starved), needy!joel, pov switch mostly joel (he's down bad as well), collected shitty puns from across the internet like thanos collected the infinity stones

word count: 6,136 words

side note: yk what's worst than simping for old men? simping for old men who don't exist. since y'all know, tlou II trailer dropped, which got me searching for joel's ***** to brace/prepare myself. umm so, why did no one tell me jackson!joel is the hottest thing ever? can´t wait to see pedro being senior citizen level of hot and dying (again) on his bday month! 😍 anyway, this is based on this request and well, yes! i too would flirt with an old ass if he looked like that™ hope u like it bc for some reason I'm not sure of it JSJDLKDFK also 400 followers GUYS STOP (pls don't)

The truth is simple: you hate working.

An apocalypse later, you figure there are more important things. But on Jackson, it feels like the world before fungus and violence, and everyone's got a role to play. As the daughter of Tipsy Bison's owner, yours is to help around the bar, something no matter how much your dad scolds you, you don't seem to care enough to even do a decent job.

Of course, it could be worse: patroling, keeping the cattle or crops, but not even then you're moved enough to give a shit about it.

Enter Joel Miller.

He, who made sure his arrival in Jackson didn't go unnoticed, making heads turn at it, not only because of his emotional reunion with Tommy, the little girl with him, or the fact that he left yet still returned. But also (mainly to you) because he was hot. Very hot.

Joel was the type of handsome that was rough in the edges, his closed-off demeanor and overall mystery adding to the thrill. His face seemed to be in a perpetual state of grief and darkness, sprinkled with grey and wrinkles, that in your opinion, didn't mean about age but just something that made his features all the more attractive.

It was a lie to say there weren't any boys your age in Jackson, good-looking too, yet you felt yourself gravitate towards Joel's musky presence. Yes, he could be your dad, but again, it's the apocalypse, and there are plenty of things to worry about than some age gap.

That doesn't stop the talking, anyway. It may be the end of the world, but gossip is just like cockroaches: it never dies.

The Tipsy Bison owner's daughter is in love with Tommy's older, much older, brother.

It didn't bother you, thought. You were pretty open about it, giving Jackson more to talk. Whenever Joel arrived at the bar, all heads would turn in your direction, ready for the shameless flirting and compliments you showered the oldest Miller in.

Maria had warned you, of course. She was the closest you had to a friend―sometimes being like a big sister, and she seemed to know what he was up to before, at the QZ in Boston, thanks to Tommy. Safe to say, you didn't care, despite listening to every word she had said.

Joel could break your heart, yet in a dying world, you weren't afraid to live.

Which is why now, as he enters the bar, you offer your dad to take his place.

"Go rest, I'll take this client" you offer with kindness, but he knows better. You're his daughter: in the end of the day, he's aware Joel is here, your shift in attitude warning him about Miller's incoming presence.

"If you will take this client, take the rest too" and before your dad can throw a speech about everyone being equal in Jackson, you're accepting to do the job properly, despite your grumbling and lack of interest to anyone who isn't Joel.

"Joel" you greet as soon as he sits, one of the many flirty smiles you have for him only adorning your face. He nods, avoiding your eyes that look at him like he could give you the world. He can't, so he keeps focused on the glass you're pouring in front of him.

"See? Didn't even need to ask. I already know" you seem proud of it, and the ghost of a smile brushes his lips.

"Well" he raises the glass, "it's an easy drink"

You feign hurt, "is that how you treat your bartender? I could poison your drink" Joel now truly smiles, knowing you could never, "or I could just strip you of your my favorite customer rights"

Now he feigns hurt, playing along for the first time in ever.

"Copied" he raises his arms in surrender, not before taking a gulp. You watch hypnotized the way his adam's apple bobs, the liquid sliding down his throat until it looses itself in the peak his two buttons undone give, of what looks to be a broad soft upper body, blessed with a patch of greying messy hair.

"Have they ever complimented you before, Joel?"

You. He refrains from answering, scared as to where little encouraging had led you and your shameless mouth to. He can feel the rest of the people behind him whispering, holes burning his neck. He can't let you win again: make him seem a pathetic excuse of a man who can't say no to a sweet doe-eyed delusional girl.

But you don't stop, despite his silence and the growing pit on your stomach.

"I'll take that as a no. Wanna know why?" he takes a much needed sip, "because all the good pick-up lines are taken"

This he can handle, Joel thinks. It's silly, proper of your age-

"But you aren't"

Ah, of course. Hasn't he learned?

You have the nerve to laugh, free as a wind chime softly carresed by the wind. His face burns, and even thought he's heard plenty of worse from you ("No pen, no paper but you still draw my attention", "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?" "You must be a dog person because you look fetching"), nothing had affected him this much.

Which is why he tries to pull the mask that had accompanied him since he first knew what grief was, so no feeling would ever made him weak again in a world hardened with pain. He's so good at it, wearing it like a second skin that doesn't scrub off no matter how much he wastes Jackson's water supply away, he sometimes sees the way your face is crestfallen at his indifference.

But you're young and stubborn, as so was he, before all the suffering and broken dreams.

So you won't listen to the past or doubts: the moment he stepped a foot into the community, you knew it was over, beating so loud you could barely hear your own breathing or him, when Maria introduced you and he shook your hand with his much bigger one.

"Joel" he'd said, with the sexiest voice you'd ever heard. His hands were covered in gloves, but despite that and the cold winter, the warmth that pooled from his palms had spread across your cheeks and chest. It had taken you a while to realize you hadn't said anything.

"Y/n" you hate the way your voice sounded small.

He nods, a way of saying Nice to meet you in his withdrawn nature. Then walks away, with Tommy and the girl, who looks curiously at you, Joel completely oblivious of how he's just turned your world upside down.

"Welcome to the museum!" you had said.

He tilted his head in confusion, Ellie's stare intense. "I thought this' Jackson?"

"This is a museum, because you're a work of art"

The tip of his ears instantly reddened, and the laugh Ellie was containing bursted like a bottle of champagne.

"Look at you, old man!" she laughed at him, making you wonder their relationship and how closer they seemed to be, despite initial assumptions. "Can't believe a girl gets the big, grumpy, scary Miller to blush like a boy"

You think that's the reason behind his apathy towards you, barely reacting to your pick-up lines or "subtle" flirting. It's probably not a reason as childish as that, but you'd rather be wrong than accept he may never feel the same way you do.

Because for a moment, despite the times you lived in, life made sense.

So no matter the stares, Joel's guarded posture and lack of reciprocation, you'll always be there, waiting: riding the roller coaster, enjoying the high.

The speed brings you closer, even if that means you'll crash.

Unfortunately for Joel, he knows who you are.

He's not even ten patrolling jobs closer to owning a bottle of whiskey of his own (he thinks earning it is bullshit, hasn't he done already enough?), so he's forced to go to the only place where he can get it.

And of course, there's you: a name and face he couldn't place upon his arrival, even if you had introduced yourself with your shitty line (which made him blush and Ellie laugh, so maybe it was a grudge what made him bent on removing you from his head) yet now is ingraned into his mind.

He doesn't know what's worst: your flirting or the fact that you seemed genuine about it. Or maybe it's the fact that he can tell you apart from the rest now, with a face full of life, always ready to give him your best smile and serve his glass the way he likes.

He needs to be the bigger person in this mess and stop it, Joel thinks. He isn't one to care about the talking, years of being brutal hiding any possible feeling that isn't rage. But then Ellie smuggled her way in his life, he found Tommy again, and Jackson was a reminder of old days when he would allow himself to feel anything else. So, in a way, he's become a bit susceptible to the talking behind his back.

How could he entertain a girl that could be his daughter? hushed, behind his stool. But then your fingers brush "accidentally", and his dick twitches between his legs when you bite your lip, pronouncing a Sorry like no one has said before: a tone so low and sultry, he's convinced wasn't even possible. Then you bat your eyelashes, and laugh (a sound both as delightful as addictive) before you're saying: "Don't mind them. They're just jealous you've got all my attention" and for a brief second, Joel let's himself believe he's special and worth of your time.

It's now a while since he's been there in Jackson, slowly settling into a life that doesn't involve running and fear.

If he thought your little crush was a phase, he's wrong.

You're still giving him time.

He's not supposed to get attached to you, Ellie, Tommy and Maria (future nephew in the way) more than enough. But then, when he's alone in a house too big for two people, Joel misses the way your loud voice fills the eerie silence that's followed him since death has been tracking his every step. Or how your interest on his life doesn't seem an act, listening to every word he says with tender eyes and soft smile, sometimes even making the effort of bringing things he's said before into new conversations; remembering. His heart flutter at your compliments, no matter how dumb they are, probably because he's not used to that stuff. As he lays awake at night, brain clogged with wounds too deep to bear, he finds comfort in things he has a feeling he's too old to get worked up about.

"Joel" you had said one day. God, he loved his name on your lips. The way you say it so sure, as if you'd follow him wherever he'd go.

He coughs. "Yeah?" and you smile, because at least he's looking in your direction.

"The chance of meeting a person like you is the only reason I talk to strangers"

The way your tone was straight, not flinching or faltering scared him. How something akin to sincerity dancing in the sparkles of your eyes, that now seemed to waver not out of whimsy but out of vulnerability, perfectly hidden in what could pass as another one of your attempts to woo him, but Joel's lived and seen enough to know it means much more.

So now, whenever there's darkness, he finds light on replaying those small moments on his head.

Dear God. What's he become? Ellie can't find out or he'll never hear the end of it.

But this things you don't know. All you see is a wall, and you're getting tired of hitting it.

The few words he spares your way are now a punishment you endure, cruel reminder that it's all you'll ever get.

Could you be in love forever? Could you even love?

It was a new feeling. Foreign, in fields of inexperience, but familiars in others. You may have never felt it, but the way your beat was steady when he showed up, worn out boots against the wood creaking under his weight, makes you believe when you know, you know.

"Hello, Joel" your father greets before you speak. Today, no matter how much you tried to shoo him away, he stayed.

You send a small smile his way, but he doesn't return it. You feel small, like a kid, undeserving of his attention. There's a bit of relief knowing your dad's there, so you let him take Joel for you.

There's always a first, and when both your dad and Joel notice, the latter feels a little sting on his chest.

But he's caused this, he thinks. It's what he wanted, after all: for you to stop chasing a man with scars in and out, bearing sins and blood where you had innocence and love.

"We're having a party tonight" he comments, making Joel quirk an eyebrow as he sips.

He gives you a brief glimpse, lost in the curve of your ass in those tight jeans, you giving him your back. He dryly scoffs on instinct at your deliberate choice to ignore him.

"Why's that?"

"My daughter's birthday"

He sees your body tense in the corner of his eye, wiping the glass in your hand with a bit too much force.

"Happy birthday" Joel speaks up, and you mutter a weak Thanks.

That's all he gets? No smile, no looking his way. Just a dry thank you that sounds more like something he would say.

Oh.

Was this how you felt?

"Time sure flies by" your dad sighs nostalgic, completely oblivious to the whole thing. "I feel if it was yesterday we came home from the hospital with you"

You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes, despite the obvious adoration for your dad.

"Don't get sappy on me" you sound embarrassed.

"I don't care. Twenty-one years later and an apocalypse in the mix, you're still my baby"

"Dad!" your cheeks heat up, and Joel almost forgets he's there, his body back to life when your face goes back to its normal color and happiness.

"Which means" your dad goes back to Joel, "you're invited"

Your laughter dies and Joel's chest tightens.

"You need to stop saying that. All Jackson is invited" you respond, making him flinch. The bite is obvious.

You're not special, is what you try to say in between lines.

"I'll be there" tone daring, and your father feels something has shifted in the air.

You don't answer after that. What are you supposed to say? Don't come? I hate you for making me feel small? He doesn't owe you anything, but it still hurts.

"It's at seven" there's a sharp edge to your tone when looking at him.

"I'll be there" he repeats, still, but it sounds more like who he really is trying to convince is himself.

Joel is there, as promised. You don't know why, but after what happened earlier, for the first time ever, seeing him brings you dread.

He catches you in a corner, sipping on some drink.

"Hi" it's soft, the tone new, and it doesn't help the pit in your stomach.

"Hey"

"Why are you here?" he's curious., "ain't this supposed to be your party?"

It's funny, really. The way everyone else mingles around you, laugh and talk, yet here you are, bitter inside the shadows of your corner.

You raise your glass and chuckle dryly. "Well, cheers to that"

"You shouldn't be here" he insists, and you roll your eyes. Then, his voice goes soft. "Is... Is this because of me?"

You scoff, venom falling out of your bitter laugh. "Wow, big ego you got there. Newsflash: the world doesn't revolve around you"

He's so used to your pinning, it's hard to bear the change.

"I wasn't saying that, I just-"

"Please don't" you cut him off. "Don't ruin my birthday more than you already have, thanks"

You decide to walk away, but Joel won't let you.

"I don't want that" he insists, blocking your steps. "I want you to be happy"

"Don't bullshit me" your tone is icy, cutting like daggers. "Please, leave me alone"

"Not until you're fine"

You scoff at his incomprehensible behavior.

"Oh, now you care? Drop the act; you're just angry I'm not stroking your ego anymore like a lovesick puppy. Truth is, you don't owe me anything, Joel"

He looks like you've slapped him across his face.

"I know" his voice darkens, filled with tension. "But-"

You get tired at Joel's sudden insistence, overwhelming you with confusion. This is the same guy that has uttered less than fifty words your way, indifferent to your flirting and special treatment. Of course, it may have been a little silly of you to expect so much from a guy older even than your dad, but his apathy was borderline rude, and that you can't excuse. Or understand. Or let go.

So yes, you're being petty. And yes, it also feels good to have him begging to have your attention, the roles reversed.

"But what, Joel? Is there anything you can say, really? It's not that serious" you empty the glass in a chug, feeling dizzy. "Live a little and stop being so obssesed with me"

He shoots you a look hard to decipher. There is hurt: from all the emotions available, he chose the one thing you didn't think he'd be capable of feeling. Hell, he looked rather more like the cause than the affected on the other end. But then auburn fires flash behind his eyes, and the circle repeats itself, the danger and rage Maria warned you about.

"Obssesed with you?" his eyes carry a wild light in them. "If anyone is obssesed, well, it ain't me"

"I need air" you push past him, done with his shit.

"I'm sorry-"

The cold wind hits your face as you storm outside the bar. Is this a lesson to be learnt? Was this how heartbreak felt? The only thing you know is you need to get the farthest you can, even if your footsteps feel heavy with the weight of the snowed streets and frigidness of your heart.

"Y/n, wait!"

You turn around. Unbelievable: Joel Miller is running after you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Joel?!" you shout, "why can't you just leave me alone?!"

"Because I-"

"There's nothing for you to say" you counter, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "If this is some sort of guilt thing, I need you to let it go. What I did- I mean, you should probably forget about the whole thing. It's my fault, and I'm sorry my reaction is immature and what not, but I should've known to read the signs. You're simply not interested in a girl who hasn't truly lived or known what pain is"

After you confession, you hear a laugh. You raise your eyes, anger and hurt flashing in tears.

"And you have the nerve to fucking laugh?! Fuck you, Joel" you want to walk away to save yourself from further embarrasment yet your feet seem to be stuck.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm not interested?" you roll your eyes, but he pins you by your shoulders, as if knowing you'd walk away. "Listen, I need you to know somethin': I'm not who you think I am"

"I don't care" you interrupt, defiant. "You're right, I don't know who you are. But I want to. Who you where outside this walls... It doesn't matter, not to me. You did what you had to do to survive, and that brought you here. Jackson... think of it as a second chance. You can still be happy, you know?"

With me, dies in your throat, not wanting to give more of yourself away.

"It's better this way" Joel insists, "hell, you'll even thank me one day. There's plenty of young boys here who'd love to be with you, trust me"

"I don't want them, Joel. What's so hard to understand?" what makes you get closer to him, you don't know, but in a sudden rush of force, you find the courage to look at him, body standing still as you exhale, fears condense in the air. "I only want you"

"You don't" you should roll your eyes again at his stubborn character, but his voice comes out so small, almost as if resignated, that it tugs your chest.

"I do" you reply firmly, cupping his cheek with tender care. He leans in your touch, despite it revealing his true desires when it comes to you.

"Why me?" Joel whispers, bigger hand covering yours, as to prove it's real and the warmth isn't a joke. "Why not a younger, charmin', happy boy your age? Why a broken violent older man?"

His voice breaks after the admission, quietly seeping into heavy silence that falls like the snowflakes in his hair.

"Joel" you call his name softly, making those sad brown eyes look at you. You gulp, nervous at the storm of emotions inside them, "is it so hard to believe you can be loved?"

Your words make him falter, his grip loosing strength as he tumbles back.

"Love?" he repeats with disbelief, as if you'd just say some kind of tale. "There isn't love in this world left for me. Men like me don't deserve good things, especially if they comin' from a pretty girl as yourself"

You shouldn't be blushing at times like this, but the maroon splash on your cheeks betrays you, warm as the drink from before and red as the dim lights casted by Jackson's Christmas tree in the middle of the town.

"Joel" you call again, and he's surprised you're still there. That you hadn't turn your back on him, or looked into his eyes and saw the monster in him, running away to never come back.

"If you let me" you hold his hands to steady him even as they tremble, "I could"

I could love you.

The promise hangs unspoken in the air, the wind now barely above a humming.

"You'd take me" his voice falters, "with all I've done, knowing I've hurted people?" Killed people, but he can't bring himself to say it when you look at him like that: like he could learn to love you.

"Yes" your voice doesn't waver a bit, "every part of you"

"And you'd take me knowin' that I'm years ahead in hurt, age and life?"

"Yes, Joel" you giggle. "Are you making me do an exam on your life? Because that's not fair, you've barely spoken to me, or anyone else for the matter!"

He chuckles, shaking his head.

"I s'ppose life ain't fair, sometimes"

"But it could be" the moonlight of the now clear sky shines over your eyes, and Joel is sure that the stars would be jealous.

"It could" he repeats, as to believe it himself.

Silence settles again, but it doesn't feel suffocating anymore.

"You know, we should probably get inside"

You dissmiss his words. "Nobody has even noticed we're gone"

"What about the cake?"

Your chest feels warm at his concern. He may not believe it, but the old-world Joel, the one who was a contractor in Texas and had a daughter, is still there, somewhere.

"Jackson is real, but miracles not" you laugh, "we don't have those. The party really is just an excuse for dad to drink with his friends during labor hours"

"And yours?" Joel inquires, "where your friends at?"

"Left early" then you lean to his ear, hot where skin meets cold. "I told them to"

He tries, but all words die on his throat.

"Wanna know why I did it?" your fingers wander to his tense jawline, tracing your sharp nails until they descent to his neck, sprinkled with loose hairs from his beard.

"Why?" voice barely above a whisper, his cock painfully hard between his legs. That you don't know: just the glint of dark on his hazel eyes.

"Why don't we find out?" and your hand takes his to lead the way. When he doesn't move, you try other way.

"I'm the birthday girl" you tease softly, but your orbs sparkle with something akin to dangerous. "You better make it up to me"

You've walked this road so many times, yet it's never felt longer.

The house is alone, you'd say, and Joel followed you because well, he'd follow you anywhere. He notices you said 'house', an indicator you still live with your parents. He wonders if you're embarrased, but by the way you smile, inviting him inside, to a part of you intimate and unknown until today, he knows he's chosen right.

When you open the door, cold creeps in through the cracks of warmth. You lead the way to your room, and once you're inside, he thinks it's very you.

"Very me?" you giggle, taking a seat in the bed. Joel watches from the doorframe, his bulky arms crossed. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's cute" and you think it's not a frequent word in his vocabulary, thanks to the pink dusting his cheeks.

"I'm cute?" you repeat delighted, and the shade of pink turns darker.

He just nods, avoiding your gaze.

"Joel" you call, then pat the spot next to you "why are you so far away? Are you scared?"

He grumbles something under his breath before walking over to where you showed. The bed creaks under his weight, and now that he's closer, you hear the wavering beat of his heart and ragged breaths.

"You are scared" you repeat, a statement now. He thinks you're mocking him, until your sure hand grabs his. "It's okay"

Before he can add on that, your face is too close, your breath tickling over his nose. He feels the moist of your lips press over the brigde of it, with a tenderness that brings ghosts of tears he has since long shade to his eyes.

Then they smoothly move to catch him in a kiss. He lets out a shaky gasp against your mouth, letting himself loose on the whiskey drops inside, an intoxicating mix against his own. His hands find your waist, gripping the soft skin with calloused fingers, refusing to leave it. He squeezes your curves while infiltrating your mouth with his tongue, until he pulls to breath, making you whine.

"Fuck, sweetheart" he nips your lower lip, "ain't you the sweetest thin' to ever exist?"

The kiss gets more heated, his hands now traveling to your face as they hold onto you for support, rough digits meeting peachy skin. Just the mere act of kissing makes him groan against you, too old to be shameful about the needy sounds coming out of his mouth.

"Joel" you whimper his name. He stops and takes the time to bore his gaze over your flushed face, your own dazed eyes mirroring his.

His fingers find their way to your hips again, pulling you closer. The moment caughts you and the bed off guard, the furniture creaking while your eyes move to the hardness visible on his worn-out jeans. You move your head to free your mouth to talk, but that doesn't stop Joel, who hungrily kisses the trace of your jaw and the road starting in your neck and finishing on your collarbones.

"Is that because of me?" Joel whines against your lips, yet you can't stop staring at the very big silhouette. "Oh, happy birthday to me"

Joel whines when you tear way from him, his hands loosing grasp on your body. You move up against the headboard, spreading your legs for him to put himself in between them.

You take off your clothes, and his eyes don't leave your body as if it's a show for him. He can drool at the sight of your breasts, rosy skin waiting for his tongue and teeth to sink on it. He leans closer, eyes looming at moles he could beg to kiss.

Now you, your expectant eyes plea. Joel's posture adquires a guarded air, as he grows self-conscious.

"Stop staring at me like that" he nervously chuckles.

"Is there something wrong?" your sweet voice inquires, laced with concern. He gulps, kind of afraid and embarrased of what you would say.

"I'm..." his voice comes out strained, "I just-"

His mind briefly wanders to Tess, how she never said anything, rather busy seeking the warmth of his body without commenting about it. The act mattered over the feelings, which where in her eyes but not his heart. But now, his heart beats in a different sound, one where he wishes you won't judge a body crossed with the roughness of scars yet the softness of extra weight.

"M' just warnin' you, doll" the nickname brings butterflies in your stomach, "this body's seen better days"

He removes the layers of clothing: flannel first, and then tight white long sleeved shirt. He's left in his jeans, unbuckling his belt that falls to the floor with a thud. His breathing turns to panting, afraid to meet you in the eye.

"Joel" you repeat his name, bringing him back to reality. "Look at me"

He's killed people, faced raiders as much as infected, and other countless things, so he dares himself to look up, breath hitching when he finds you eating him with your eyes.

"Fuck, Joel. I didn't know you were so pretty under those dirty ass flannels"

You knew he'd be handsome; that's literally the reason why you chose to flirt with him. But now that he's completely stripped off his layers of warm clothing, it's even better. You can't stop your hungry eyes from roaming his body, lingering on the soft swell of his stomach, hanging over the waistband of his underwear. A scar that looks deep is near his belly button, and you wonder if he'll ever tell you why. There's a patch of hair over his soft chest your tongue wants to lick. And of course, his strong arms packed with broad shoulders that make you want to scream.

"Stop lying" he chastises, but there's a smile adorning his features. A true smile on Joel fucking Miller's face. What a rare sight; you need to see it more.

"W-where your condoms?" he asks, nervous.

That catches you off guard, too busy cooing over how a man so big and sturdy could fold that easily, looking and sounding small.

"I'm not sure. I mean, maybe on my parents room but I-"

You cut yourself. Joel's concerned gaze finds you. "Yes?"

"I want you, Joel" the intensity of your stare terrifies him. "All of you"

He falls closer to you, forehead against your own. He can't bring himself to look at you, so he closes his eyes and dares to ask:

"Are you sure you want this?"

Are you sure you want me?

"Don't you trust me?" you're all smiles, even if your voice is soft. "I want you. I truly do"

He's hiding his face into your shoulder until you feel his lips pressing against your now bare skin, making you shiver.

"Where you want me, birthday girl?" he says between kisses. "Tell me, sweetheart. I'm all ears"

"Please, Joel" you unhook your bra, letting your breasts free. His lips begin to kiss his way to your breasts, tongue teasing the skin before nipping it. Joel's teeth catch the hardened nipple, grazing it lightly.

"S'pretty" he sounds drunk, and you love the way he looses himself in the pleasure haze.

He continues kissing your breasts before positioning himself right so he can hover above you. The kisses turn wet and sloppier, as if all his energy was to be spent into the rosy skin.

"Can I taste you, sweetheart?" he lowers his head to your entrance, already soaking wet with your arousal. "Fuck me, if this ain't a meal"

"The best in all Jackson" you joke, but the laugh dies in your throat when Joel's nose ghosts over your throbbing pussy.

"I- fuck, Joel" you moan when he licks your folds, his tongue an expert. For a brief moment, you think of who came before you, and if this is what they got or you're getting the best version. His saliva mixes with your dripping juices, making you whine as his tongue licks your swollen folds. His fingers then slowly inserted themselves inside at the same time, moving in and out of your puffy walls. His groans mix with the sound of your whines and the furniture creaking, the sounds obscene and feeling so far from the outside world.

"You're so good at this, baby" his sweat mixes with the blush on his face because of the nickname, nose pressed against your clit as he keeps up the ministrations. "D-don't stop"

"This pussy's so pretty" he says, "and s'only for me, yeah?"

"Yes, Joel. Only yours" you whine, your orgasm approaching. All of your body feels on fire, every touch inching the burn in your stomach closer as his head remains between your legs, tongue insatiable. You come all over his face, your hands digging into his damp locks as you scream his name to the air.

Joel raises his head to capture your lips on a wet kiss, the taste of you inside your mouth and dripping from his coated beard.

"Ain't you sweet" you open your legs further. "You're such a tease, sweetheart. Gon'be the death of me"

"I just like seeing you like this" you admit.

"Means?"

"So fucking needy"

A borderline primal grumble births from his throat. "You've a filthy mouth on you, sweetheart" he chuckles while wrapping your legs around his waist and lining himself up. Joel's tip runs up and down your folds, grazing your clit long enough to make you gasp.

"And you're s'fuckin' tight" he mumbles under his breath. You gasp for air as you try to adjust yourself to the huge size of his girth, afraid you bit more than what you can chew. His pace starts slow but gradually picks up a rougher and quicker pace. Joel grunts between thrusts, yet takes his time to make sure his lips kiss every mole sprinkled across your face and chest, his favorite just above your left eyebrow.

"I want ya' to come first, like a present" blush crosses through his face again. He leaves teasing kisses against your face, as you wail, finally hitting you.

"I'll wait for you" you whisper, your hips aiding you to sustain his sloppy thrusts, "want you to come too. Inside"

You feel his softening dick twitch, suddenly rock hard again. Oh, so he was into that.

"Don't worry, I have a pill" you explain. "So go ahead, pretty boy. Show me if the size matches the talk"

"Bet" his voice acquires a darkness to it. "Gonna fill you with all of it, until you milk my cock dry. Gonna fill this pretty pussy until it's full of my seed and it leaks for days"

He follows right after, groaning into your shoulder, where he bits the skin. His tongue wets the area, to relief the pain, yet you like it. Thick ropes of cum paint your puffy heat creamy, Joel panting as he stares down at you.

"What?" you chuckle.

Maybe Jackson was a safe haven. Heaven incarnate. Maybe second chances were real, and for the first time in years, he feels safe.

"I don't deserve you" he voices his thoughts, forehead pressed against yours as he tries to even his breathing, yet each breath seems more labored than the last.

Your hands travel to his face, cupping it with tender hands. He leans on the touch, because despite his crimes and past dawning upon him, he's a man: one seeking comfort on a pretty face and anything that'll remind him of distant emotions that can still exist despite what the world has become. Joel's hands travel to yours, thumb brushing skin free of scars and pain. He envies and loves the beauty in your face, eyes full of something akin to affection looking back, blurring the pain mirrored on his own. You kiss him again, and he can feel the emotions in the tip of your tongue.

"You're wrong" your voice holds a quiet determination. Time was a precious gift, but in Jackson, time could be, and the resolve longing tells him you'll be there. I'm not going anywhere, Joel. Not without you. "We all deserve love, Joel"

Joel Miller is a man who finds it hard to trust, yet, when he takes a look at your eyes―warm as rum, he allows himself to believe in you.

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif @loregifs

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jyunhology · 15 days ago

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what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ smg (f)

summary: mingi worries about whether you’ll still be his without the extravagance of being an idol. you don’t hesitate to show it.

a/n: based off a dream i had with mingi <3 also i dont think mingi has explicitly said why he like rings - im sure he just likes it as an accessory. dont read too much into this, it’s just a hc! also i realise i talk quite a lot about chrome hearts in this and rightfully so i shouldve made this about woo but... the mingi worms took over TT

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It wasn’t any secret that Mingi loved his jewellery. On top of necklaces and chain bracelets, he always kept his rings close to his heart.

They don’t just contribute to his explosive, alluring stage persona, but also grounds himself to the performance, to the photoshoot, to whatever schedule he was fulfilling.

The way the rings enclose around his fingers are there to remind him that the hands — which have carried himself in B-boying classes, or have manoeuvred over the control panel for his FIX OFF projects — are the very hands that have clinched this dream, this opportunity to share his music and dance with the world.

But ever since he’s met you, the weight of the rings feels odd to him, regret filling his bones when he thinks back to the first time you held hands three weeks in. It was a messy encounter along a hiking trail — you had forgotten to bring a jacket, he had forgotten the warm soup he so meticulously cooked — overlooking the city of Seoul.

You were giddy with feelings, too afraid of shattering the moment with a trivial complaint about his chunky jewellery digging into your skin.

And back at the dorm that night, Mingi feels a rush of elation bubbling up from beneath him after experiencing your warmth: the kind that makes you grin wide. But when photos from Dispatch show the indents of the Chrome Hearts motif and a gemstone embedded in your skin, is when the guilt seeps in.

The next few dates are scarce, but spent with empty fingers. Though, when he’s not twining his hands with yours, he’s fidgeting with his own; sweaty, nervous, jittery.

What if you didn’t like the off-stage, softer Mingi? What if you only preferred his tough-guy presence? What if you only liked the embellishments that made up who he was on stage? You had been a fan before getting together with him.

He spends the next few weeks like this — in a dilemma, anxious for whether you’d like him for him. Until your Instagram story repost has his heart sinking to his feet; it could’ve been the long day of rehearsing and performing, or it could’ve been Mingi’s silent unease that made him do a double take on the pictures.

He could’ve sworn those were your hands; the same hands that his fingers go over like constellations and the hands he melts under like chocolate; his saving grace during horror movies (not that you were any better, hiding in his chest) and bad days at the dance studio.

But they could also be someone else’s: adorned with rings that boasted more slender, prettier versions of Chrome Hearts motifs with a cool set of nails that he feels a tug at his chest.

What difference would it make if he had all the shiniest rings in the world, but couldn’t be accepted? It was a stupid thing to feel insecure over, he knows, but he can’t fight the nagging feeling inside of him.

So when you’re meeting up with Mingi at his dorm later that night, you’re wondering why he’s so quiet while he receives you in the doorway, with San and Seonghwa shooting you wary glances, eyes narrowed as they watch you scurry behind your boyfriend to his room.

It’s not until halfway through a movie that you can’t stomach any more animosity lingering in the atmosphere, pausing the video on the laptop to face Mingi. And for someone who’s a proud T (even if MBTI tests aren’t inherently accurate), you’ve never seen him so flustered before.

“What’s going on, Mingi?” You frown, placing the laptop far from the both of you before settling in between his legs. A bold move for a new, blooming relationship like yours but gods, you’d do anything to keep someone as bright, as heavenly as Song Mingi close to your body and closer to your heart.

Gone is the energetic rapper on stage; instead, you’re faced with the quietude of your lover, eyes shifting and hands fiddling at whether to tell you about his worries.

“Whatever it is, you know we can handle it together, right?” Without looking, your hands reach out for his. It’s like your body knows — the natural lean into him when he starts speaking, a gentle smile ghosting on your lips. The heat crawling up your neck both in shyness and amusement when he makes a cheesy joke, unfiltered laughter falling from you.

With your tender voice in his head, Mingi hardens his resolve in telling you what’s on his mind, but he feels your fingers play with his rings, seemingly feeling around with hesitation.

“Why’re you wearing your rings right now, Min?” Min, he likes the new nickname, but soon calms his heart from any other distractions.

He takes over your embrace, letting his hands wrap around yours as he brings them to his mouth. A kiss, light like a whisper makes your breath hitch. So enamoured with you, that he doesn’t see your painted fingers.

“Your… story, that’s you?” His voice is soft, spoken like he’ll break the tension. Your head tilts to one side. “Insta story.”

“Oh—” You squeal, excited that he’s finally said something about your appointment today. “Yes, look!”

Your wiggling fingers are what makes Mingi pull away from the back of your hands, spread out across his larger palms as he observes the little charms, the unique textures and most importantly, his rap signature, Fix On, mirroring the design he had for the MAMA awards.

And here he was, assuming things about you like you hadn’t given him a burned CD of his favourite songs after the first month. Like you didn’t stay up after a night shift crafting a handmade paper gift for your second monthsary. You are as, if not more, infatuated with Mingi as he is with you, and he never wants to doubt you ever again.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” It isn’t until you’re saying that that Mingi realises the furrow in his eyebrows and the blurriness of his vision. All it takes is one tear drop to fall from his eyes before you’re pulling him into your arms, letting him soak your shirt with his tears and apologies.

“I’m sorry— I—I thought,” Mingi regains his breath after a short time, leaning into the support your hands created. “Nevermind, it’s lame.”

“Hey no, anything that makes you cry isn’t lame. C’mon, what is it?”

“You’re gonna laugh.” He sniffles with a pout.

You lean in for a peck, something that relaxes his shoulders and eases his heart. “I won’t, Mingi.”

He admires your determined expression, not knowing you were shitting bricks as you thought back — was the CD corrupted? Did you accidentally use your sketches of Mingi when making the gift and he’s weirded out? The last thing you wanted was to upset him.

“I thought… I assumed it was someone else in your story. That— that you were going out with someone else who wore cool rings like me.” You nod along, wondering where he’s going with this when you feel the coldness of the metal on his fingers.

Something clicks in you; it’s out of place, it’s something that doesn’t exactly belong in a room that’s meant to shield you from everything.

“That if I laid myself bare to you — without the heavy chains around my neck, or the revealing clothes, or the sensual way I act on stage — you wouldn’t like it.”

You open your mouth to say something but he continues, “I’ve seen what some of the fans say, project an image onto me, that sometimes they’re surprised I can cook, or that I can have in-depth conversations about things I’m passionate about. Or that I can get together with someone… and like them enough to stick with them.”

It isn’t a stretch with what Mingi’s saying. You have seen your fair share of fans who take it too far sometimes in TikTok comments and on Twitter, that you can’t help but feel guilty for not doing more.

You stay silent, not because you don’t have anything to say, but because you think your words would come out as shallow, as mere band-aids to a harsh wound.

So you wordlessly remove the rings from his fingers, slide them off one by one to place them on the bedside table.

There’s one left that lingers, a ring on his fourth finger that no doubt doesn’t fit your smaller ones, but you put it on either way. It’s a bit of a funny sight, the ring swaying with each move of your hands, but your sentiment is there.

It’s something that looks out of place, but it’s not heavy like Mingi’s rings had been on him before. Now they hold a promise, an oath —

“I know I can’t experience even a fraction of what you feel, but I’ll carry that weight with you, okay? What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours.” The chill of the rings no longer burns his fingers, and so it doesn’t make him shiver when you plant your hands on his cheeks.

“And I’ll die trying to tell you I love not just the Mingi on stage, but also the Mingi who forgot the soup at Naksan and the Mingi here in this room right now.”

There’s a bout of silence. Mingi gasps.

“Hold on... you just said love—” Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn hot. You’re not sure how to respond.

“Fuck, did I?” You mutter to yourself, suddenly self conscious as you look off to the side, but Mingi is beaming, mouth stretched to a pretty, gummy grin. And he can’t help but tackle you into a hug, making you yelp out in surprise at the sudden weight on you.

It’s today that you learn that Mingi’s love is silent. His love is burying kisses deep in your neck until he’s sure it’ll materialise as moles in your next life. His love is the unconscious adjustment of his big ring on you, pressing down with pure force until it closes around your fourth finger more snugly.

On another day down the months, Mingi’s love is the modest rejection of your own Chrome Hearts ring, a cheap dupe you got at a flea market that you thought was a steal.

He’s pushing your hand away gently. “It’s okay, baby. I know how much you like this ring. You basically wear it everywhere.”

You playfully glare at him and elbow him lightly. “Take it, Mingi. I want you to have it.”

“Why?”

“Well, just ‘cause! Can’t I give my boyfriend a little something?”

He giggles like a schoolgirl — enough to make the members in the seats in front to look at each other with puzzled expressions — but your loving touch grounds him.

He doesn’t think about the discomfort of sitting at the back of the six-seater car, nor the fact that your ring struggles to go past his second joint (“That’s called the proximal interphalangeal, by the way.” He nudges back with a google search pulled up).

Thighs touch, exchanging the kind of heat that sears your skin and warms your heart. Your arm loops around his, playing aimlessly with your well-used ring on him.

And Mingi’s heart-wrenching love turns into devotion sooner or later. A soft kiss to your hair in the car, a simultaneous promise to use rings only on one hand on dates, and a proud wiggle on his finger on a live when Dispatch catches pictures of a rusted ring years later.

“Well, ATINYs, it’s because it’s a gift from someone. A someone who once said ‘what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours’, and a someone who gave me her favourite ring even though she uses it everywhere.”

The comments went rapidly just as Mingi shows a sliver of you resting on the studio couch after a night shift, eyes softening at your image reflected on the phone.

“But you know, between you and me, ATINY,” Mingi leans in with a smile, whispering, “if she somehow grows out of using rings, I’ll still try my best to get one on her fourth finger.”

You smile, half asleep.

“And maybe it’ll be a Chrome Hearts ring, too.”

A giggle escapes. Mingi yells in surprise. His cheeks turn pink. The last thing the fans see is a hand covering the camera, rust staining the silver of your replica and looks a little worse for wear.

But it doesn’t matter, not when he knows you love every aspect of him. Not when Mingi now knows that you ground him in performances, in photoshoots, in schedules.

And his fingers, his heart feels a little lighter, trusting you’re right there to remove it all just as he would for you. All but one — a promise to make you his forever.

by. janus, from me to you ♡ / slightly off-topic but i had a bit of trouble writing this but im kinda happy with how it turned out. the fact that while resting in between writing, i would come across exact comments about how they didnt know mingi could cook etc.. so im going to change that bit by bit!

#ohhhh mingi u r my baby...#i hope he knows how loved he is bc i swear some of the tt comments calling him a player and a hongdae boy.... like dpmo #and yes.. those r my hands my nails and my rings ☝️#janus’ work 🪶#ateez x reader #ateez mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez x you #mingi x reader #mingi ateez #ateez mingi x reader #song mingi x reader #mingi x you #song mingi x you #song mingi fanfic #ateez drabbles #ateez smut #ateez fic

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asunflowerana · 11 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

summary: there's an competitor around, and the boys will make sure to let them know who's worthy of your heart.

with: inarizaki team (atsumu, osamu, aran, suna and kita)

n/a: better bring an ice bag for kai. boy's not in a good situation.

⊛ miya atsumu: the show off

It’s unusual for Atsumu to feel insecure. He comprehends how handsome, talented, funny (his brother would disagree) and charming he is,which explains how he became so popular in school. Heck, he even discovered not long ago that he has a fanclub going on online. Based on those facts, it’d be foolish for some boy to try to compete with him. However, that’s not enough to make Kai, one of your classmates, give up on you. And that surely does a good job on getting on the blonde’s nerves, but he’s not a quitter, especially with something — better yet, someone — he’s been wishing for quite a while.

So, Atsumu uses his best weapon against the enemy: he shows off.

Seriously, that boy looks like a peacock, displaying all of his best features and abilities whenever you’re around, making sure that Kai also gets the hint. He praises you in every opportunity he finds, helps you carry your stuff, gives you sweets and snacks, and even tries to impress you with his physique, either by carrying something heavy, or randomly stretching his body or flexing his biceps.

But the moment he shines is surely on his volleyball matches. This boy overflows with confidence, making the court his stage to glow, and winning not only the game but a sweet peck of your lips on his cheek, congratulating his win. He gives you a beaming smile, taking a second to cheekily wink at his opponent’s direction, before returning his gaze to the real prize. “It was all for ya, babe.”

⊛ miya osamu: the competitive

Osamu’s also very assured of himself, aware of his many qualities (his brother would disagree), but when he notices that someone wants what he wants, a key turns inside his brain and he becomes seriously competitive. With his grades, physique, food, even his own Ma became a victim of his impulsive behavior — he couldn’t back down though, or Atsumu would be the favorite. It’s not a surprise that you’d also be included on that list, being his crush for almost a year.

To prove that he’s the best, he likes to challenge his opponents first. It can be anything, he might even let the person decide, but the rules remain the same: no cheating, and whoever loses must back off immediately. He can’t say he doesn’t feel a certain nervousness when he does those challenges; but when he compromises with something, you better be sure he goes to win. He’ll make sure of that.

And since Kai’s dumber than he looks like, it wasn’t a hard task to make the boy fall into his trap. After all, Osamu has a secret skill that most boys his age don't think it's important to get.

“I know what you're trying with ______.” Osamu counters, having found the boy alone in the locker room after PE. Kai rolls his eyes at him, finishing drying his hair. “And what’re you gonna do about it ? I ain’t afraid of you, Miya.”

“Really?” He approaches his adversary, starting to size him with an unwavering stare. “Then ya must know she loves some homemade cookies. ‘was thinkin’ of baking her some this week.” He gives him the best smirk he has. “You're not afraid of that, are ya?”

⊛ aran ojiro: the intimidator

Aran is a lovely boy. Seriously, he has such good manners, so friendly and respectful with others, that you wish all the boys could have the same attitude. He knows that, and that’s just his personality; what he noticed though, is that many guys get intimidated by him, mostly because of his size and tone of voice. It was weird to acknowledge that in the beginning, but now he enjoys the respect he gained from that.

When he realized that some nidiot was trying to win you over, he thought: why not use that, then?

Don’t misunderstand, Aran doesn’t approve of bullying at all, and he would lift a hand to someone if it wasn’t necessary. But maybe, you know, a simple warning might convince the boy to give up. It doesn’t hurt trying.

“Hey, Kai!” Aran finds the boy eating at a table in the cafeteria, and without waiting to be invited, he sits down right next to him, placing his chair very close his. “How'ya doing man? Good? Great, listen up.” He puts one huge hand on the boy’s back, while giving him a too-friendly smile. “I like _____. But I saw you trying to ask her out yesterday. You see, it’s really hard to date a girl if someone else’s on the way, so can you do me a favor? Stay away from her.” Low and clear, Aran’s voice sends chills over the poor boy’s body. Then he grins, smacking Kai’s back like long-time friends. “Thanks, bud!”

⊛ suna rintaro: the cunning

Suna’s really clever. He knows how to be patient enough to turn any situation in his favor: for example, winning you over. He doesn’t know how long it will take, or how many steps and casualties his plan might have, but everything he does is solemnly meant to make you fall in love with him, little by little.It doesn’t matter if a stone called Kai gets in the way: he knows how to handle it.

No man is perfect, so all he needed to do was find a flaw in his opponent. It could be the most silly thing, but if it made Kai’s reputation fall just a tad, it’d become a jewel in Suna’s hands.

And after a few days of observing his opponent, Suna found out that dear Kai is a womanizer. Heck, he didn't even try to hide the fact that he’s been hitting on almost all of the girls in his class, which made Suna very pleased, being able to record him charming a girl in good sound and details.With all the evidence, Suna makes his master move, revealing the whole truth to you.

“It’s okay, ______.” And there he is, cradling you in his arms and caressing your hair gently, comforting you after you saw the video. “There’s a lot of guys like him here. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure that none of them come your way, if you let me” His smile grows when he receives your grateful words, feeling you melt into his arms like you meant to do. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you.”

⊛ kita shinsuke: the modest

Shinsuke’s so secure. It doesn’t matter if the guy who’s trying to win you over is the most popular, handsome, or intelligent man in the country. No one can change the fact that Kita knows you, the true you, and he knows that you’re perfect for each other, even with the differences that some might point out. You have what he admires, and he surely has admirable traits to convince you.

So all he does is treat you normally. Except that Kita’s normal is a very high level of manners and care that many boys in high school don’t even dream of having, including his opponent.

After all, it is rare to find a boy who’ll willingly bring you your favorite warm drink before class on the cold days, or help you study on the library so you can do well on tests, or walk with you to the bus stop on the way home just to make sure that you’re safe, or even send texts and paper notes reaffirming how special and capable you are.

And you found Shinsuke, who does all of that, and so much more just to see you well. Is there really anyone who can compete with him? He doesn’t think so.

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cvnt4him · 6 months ago

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Inexperienced izu thanks to candie

just izu who remembers over hearing not only on social media but from some of the guys that eating oysters help with the male cumshot, supposedly making it longer and more enjoyable for women! he obviously had never had a girlfriend before and wanted his partner to be happy with him. Izuku was slightly insecure of what he had, especially because he was on the short side too! Maybe he was overthinking it but he couldn't take any chances!!

The next day you'd see a complete shift in his diet, izuku always had some kind of protein based diet with tons of rice and some veggies to even it out of course but the way it seemed to strictly consist of more water cranberries celery and a ton of oysters concerned you. Izuku loves sea food by all means but too many of the same things get a little annoying, you walked over to izuku and seen him absolutely destroying the oysters and then everything else on his plate. Izu was an eater by all means but this was just crazy to you

“ izu?”

Izuku squeaked and jumped up at the sudden call of his name, nearly choking on his food as he slowly turned to face you swallowing the fuck ton of food he had in his mouth with a hard gulp.

“ oh.. uhm, hi baby! I- I mean uh.. honey...?”

Your heart couldn't help but to flutter at his nervousness, you and izuku had only been dating for about 4 months not that long but long enough to where you occasionally kiss and hold hands and just want to be around each other more. Izuku was your first boyfriend just as you were his first as well, you were easily as excited as he was if not more. Or so you thought...

You mean down and kiss his forehead ruffling his hair as you take a seat beside him making him blush, red crawling up his neck and completely covering his freckled face. He gave you a nervous smile as he scratched the back on his neck looking away from you.

“ don't feel forced to call me any pet names if you're not comfortable with it, izu.”

He hummed fiddling with his fingers. It's not that he didn't want to call you them, it's more than he wasn't sure which one. He feared that maybe if he called you the wrong one you'd cringe and die! You'd break up with him immediately and tell everyone he was lame! Of course you would, why would you even want to be with someone like him anyways..

“ what's with the sudden diet change zuzu?”

A ton of thoughts started taking over izukus mins, making him feel kind of bad about himself reminding him why he was even doing this to begin with. The question you asked him had him holding back to reality with wide eyes and an even more flushed expression, he was stuttering and his vocal range was rising hands moving all about as he came up with some sort of excuse.

“...uh..huh, so I have to go but uhm... maybe text me?”

You excused yourself figuring if he wanted to tell you he would. Not thinking much of it as you left, however izuku was beating himself up the entire time. You were probably so embarrassed to be his girlfriend, he was embarrassed. He couldn't even tell his girlfriend that he wanted to pleasure her but was too insecure about what he has and what it wouldn't be able to do so he asked around and got advice and now he's trying to change the way he eats to ensure he gives you a good time...whenever you're ready for that step, of course.

Izuku didn't tell you what was up so you asked around, despite wanting to leave it up to him to tell you, you were nervous. This is your first time having a boyfriend and normally izuku is quite open with you so of course the sudden change startled you. You end up asking the girls for advice first hoping they can give you just a little foresight in the situation.

“ so what's the problem?”

Mina asks you, changing out of her training uniform.

“ he just.. it's nothing too big I suppose, maybe I shouldn't even be all that worried.”

You think about it more, maybe it's not that big of a deal anyways..

“ don't beat yourself up too much you're allowed to be worried about him!”

Ochako chimes in helping you shut out any negative thoughts, she was good at that. You smile at her and sigh.

“ he's changed his diet like...a lot, drastically even. I'm concerned he's not getting all that he needs, I guess? I mean he's normally really good with himself and the way he eats y'know so there must be a reasoning behind the sudden change, especially because all it consists of is a couple of cranberries that I can remember and a couple sticks of celery and a shit ton of oysters. And water. Like two bottles”

The girls hummed at your words, thinking together at what it could possibly be. That wasn't much of a diet anyways given most of them dieted or watched their food to help maintain their image or to help them in any way they were sure this was quite strange.

“ well, the only time I eat cranberries or drink cranberry juice is to help my pH levels, maybe that's the case for him too. I hear they also make you taste better so y'know win win”

You hum at minas words, but would it provide the same results in him that it would someone with traditionally female anatomy? It stumped you.

“ same thing for water and oysters by the way! water helps clean out your system and balance everything inside of you, regardless of gender y'know given we're made up of water and all-”

Yaoyorozu then went on a ramble sesh providing information of the human body and how certain foods help. As helpful as this was for you it didn't really help in the case of izuku, why would he need to detox in such a big way?

Mina eventually cut yaomomo off explaining a Google search she'd found.

“ hey look what I found; supposedly it's common to think oysters can help you shoot ropes out of your dong.”

The double take you did when mins gave the news had her laughing, you just sat there wide eyed as the girls broke into conversation about it, blushing laughing and giggling about different things. Was izuku trying to... Had he thought about moving forward with you in such a big way? You bit your lip at the thought, maybe that was it. It made more sense to you than anything else. You had to talk to him and fast.

You ran to izukus room as fast as you could once the day was over and you were finished studying, your main priority was finding out the truth. You couldn't help but think about it on the jog there from the library to the dorm house. You didn't know how to feel about it, it's normal to want to move forward with your partner especially if you've been together for a while and haven't done anything, that was your case.

But you hadn't been together that long so..it's not as if he was sullying your relationship with his wants and needs you knew this day would come but...were you ready for this? The think about it wasn't too long given how you'd touched yourself a couple days earlier thinking about him.

Clearly the both of you were ready for this so why the wait? Suddenly you felt better about this and almost hoped that what you found out was the reasoning behind his sudden change. Once you made it to izukus room you caught your breath and were quick to knock on his door practically beating on it. There wasn't a quick answer, it took him a moment to stutter out a breathy response.

“ huh.. i- com..coming!!”

You heard shuffling and rearranging in his bedroom before the steps came closer, he swung the door open and his facial expression was slightly annoyed and he was sweaty chest lightly heaving up and down as his beautiful green eyes were lidded a light shade of red dusting over his cheeks. His shirt was kind of wrinkled and....on backwards?

“ oh! Y/n! what- what uhm are you doing here!!”

His expression changed immediately upon seeing you, the annoyed one being replaced with nervousness. You loved how nervy he got when he seen you, and how shaky he'd get when you would stand too close to him or kiss him or hug him. He was such a cutie

“ can I uh come inside?”

“ uh- yes! yes please- I- of course! come in!”

,“ thanks baby”

You walked past him and sat your bag down on the floor in front of his bed, fixing your skirt over your thighs as you waited for him to sit next to you. After studying you'd ran straight to his dorm and didn't get the time to change, unlike izuku who was in his adorable little set up. You couldn't help but to giggle at his backwards bed shirt and shorts as he sat next to you he got quite a blushed look at the sound of you giggling.

You lift a hand and cup his cheek kissing his nose with a smile causing him to literally melt in your hand, his face leaning into the warmth of your palm as his lids droop over his eyes, you could almost see hearts in them. He sighed through his nose and moved forward to kiss yours leaning his forehead against yours with a giggle that you gave back.

“ y'know your shirts on backwards my love.”

You whisper to him with your eyes closed and a gentle tone, you hear a little gasp come from him but he didn't move away just a mumble leaving him. You couldn't help but to giggle lowly at your boyfriend's cuteness.

“ I have something to ask you. I would appreciate if you told me the truth.”

That scared izuku to be completely honest. Why would you say something like this all of the sudden, you two were having such a cute moment and you randomly said that during it. He was frightened. Maybe you finally decided to get rid of him, he figured it was only a matter of time. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but what else could it be. You were absolutely perfect in his eyes, it was only a matter of time before you found someone equally as perfect. Maybe shoto, he'd really handsome and looks like he could be a model. Or maybe katsuki, he'd furiously attractive as well, or maybe-

“ did you change your diet because you heard it'll help you with sex..?”

You whispered lowly to him kind of embarrassed that you were even asking. Izuku squeaked out a pitchy "huh?!" at your question. That was NOT what he thought you were going to say let alone ask. But yes, that was indeed why he changed the way he ate. He wanted to be better for you in case you decided that you were ready. But he couldn't tell you that, oh no, he couldn't even move. He had moved away from you and simply looked at you with wide eyes and a crazy blush taking over his features. He was speechless.

“ I...just overheard that some of the things you were eating and the way you were drinking tons of water supposedly helps with....uhm rather intimate acts..?”

He was shaking literally speechless and shaking. You could hear the shakyness in his stuttering which is surprising. He didn't know what to do let alone say to you, he was so embarrassed that you'd found out. You probably think he's such a loser now..

“ ...if..if you wanted to do something like that. I wouldn't be opposed.”

If his already widened eyes could get any more wide they would. You literally seen the way they wanted to pop out of his head, it honestly made you laugh.

“ izuku calm down hun! you're so red and you look like your eyes are gonna pop out of your head!”

“ i- I just-...”

He covered his face with his hands whinging beneath them and falling into your arms, you laugh out awing at him rubbing his back as he whined into the crook of your neck, he was so embarrassed that not only had you caught on but you wanted to stay with him and you wanted to do more with him. He really felt like he could die.

“ why is your shirt on backwards, honey”

You coo down to him with laughter laced in your voice, he whines once more peeking up to look at you in your eyes before averting eye contact. His brows furrowed in embarrassment you could see the blush taking over his features, he trusted you a lot and he wanted you to know that. Maybe if he told you the truth then....

“ ....I was...”

He mumbled the rest to the point it was unheard by you. You hum brushing your finger over his forehead removing some hair from in front of his eyes making him get even more flustered as if that were even possible.

“ ...you know...”

Literally nothing came to your mind when he said that, definitely not what he said next.

“ I was.. masturbating....”

He said it lowly expecting not to be heard once again however you heard him all too well. It was your turn for your eyes to widen. You were shocked to say the least, it's not that you didn't expect izuku to...indulge. you just didn't think you would catch him in the act.

Given your lack of response he felt a rush of shame, he was so embarrassed that he told you. You must've thought he was a disgusting slob who lusts after himself like some....creep! To his surprise you continued taking your fingers through his hair and even placed a kiss on top of his head making him lift up to look at you with slightly glassy eyes.

“ is that so, my love.”

You spoke softly in attempts to calm him down, you figured he felt somewhat ashamed of himself given his lack of response. He was prone to getting in his feelings when things went south. However in izukus eyes the way you spoke to him was so sultry and seductive, the way you cooed to him and looked down at him with love in your eyes despite what he does.

“ ...b- but it was only to see if anything had changed! y'know because..I changed the way I ate to...to..”

“ so I was right!”

Izuku hums in embarrassment laying his cheek on your chest. You pull his head up to kiss his lips, he absolutely melts in your arms rough lips meeting with your soft ones in a sweet and gentle dismay. You were so soft with him and so patient too, he couldn't help but to want more given you'd interrupted his....activities that he normally indulges in after class is out of when he has time.

He climbed on top of you and laid you down on his pillows letting one of his knee find it's way in between your legs and his hands on your sides just sitting there not daring to move any further without your authorization.

The kiss grew sloppier more full of need from both ends, you heard a groan leave him as he felt you slightly grind down on to his knee, he broke away from your lips momentarily to catch a breath, it fanning over your face before he experimentally shoved his tongue in your mouth it was only to test the waters, he never expected you to moan into the kiss making his already hardened cock twitch against your thigh his breath hitched at the unexpected movement from his member the kiss broke and he didn't want to look at you.

He was red from embarrassment and being heavily turned on, he wanted you but didn't want to push your boundaries. He bit his bottom lip and exhaled shakily. To his surprise you flipped him over and was now on top of him rubbing his chest with your hands, he looked up at you with his wide green eyes izuku was ready for whatever you wanted as long as you wanted it with him.

You ground your hips into his slowly to see his reaction and to your surprise his head slowly rolled back along with his eyes earning a deep gasp, his hands immediately rushing to your hips and gently squeezing. He tried to raise his hips into your warmth as you continued grinding only to suddenly stop with a laugh. he sighed quickly, extremely upset at the stop of movement.

“ ..baby....please?”

So whiney. He was such a sweet thing, you figured he deserved it. why not make your first time truly memorable?

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artstennisracket · 5 months ago

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dilf!Art with a lil belly after he retires…he gets a new lil gf and UGH just the way he fucks is so gentle and goooood. He spends so much time trying to please you, and when you want to please him he gets soooo into it, moaning and whimpering, PRAISING YOU

dilf!art with a lil belly will always have a place in my heart🙂‍↕️ he’s so cute just enjoying being retired but also dicking you down so good hehe. wasn’t sure if this was meant to be a request so im just gonna cover all the bases and make jt a request lololol i hope you like it :)

why tf am I always adding unnecessary context wtf just get to the smut mel🙄

dilf art x fem reader

cw: nsfw (18+)

You still couldn’t really believe you were dating Art Donaldson. Sure you had just graduated college so you were an adult but he was still so much older so you thought he’d never go for someone your age.

It was all thanks to that fateful night at the very fancy cocktail bar you went to with your friends to celebrate your graduation. He had sent you a drink, another one of whatever you were already drinking. When you ask the waiter who sent it, he points to a blonde man sitting on the opposite side of the bar.

You vaguely recognize him but can’t quite put your finger on it. But your friends convince you to go talk to him so you do. The conversation goes something along the lines of

“you’re very beautiful, celebrating something tonight?” Art asks.

To which you respond “my college graduation.”

Art lets out a huff saying “jesus fucking christ,” under his breath.

“what?” You giggle.

“you’re— you’re too young for me.” He says definitively, but the half smile of his face is betraying the words he just said.

One thing leads to another and now you’ve been dating for 3 months.

Art is very different from any other guy you’ve ever dated. At first you think maybe it’s just because he’s older, but the more you get to know each other the more realize it’s just who Art is.

He’s very gentle and kind. He’s so attentive, remembers all the little things about you. Makes sure that every time you go out to eat, the restaurant knows your food allergies before you get there. Anytime you mention any little thing that you’re remotely interested in or want to buy for yourself he always remembers.

You mentioned once how you’d love to get more into the fashion space so you can develop your career in fashion marketing, and next time new york fashion week rolls around you have front row seats to all your favorite brands.

You mentioned once how the lululemon jacket you wanted had been sold out in your size for months. Two days later it shows up at the front door of your apartment.

There were also subtle displays of dominance that weren’t even meant to be sexy but were just such a turn on for you. He paid for everything. It was never a question or an awkward “do you wanna split it?” type of conversation. Most times he didn’t even let the bill come to the table. He would say he has to use the bathroom and meet the server so he could pay the bill discreetly. This way you never saw the bill, and you never felt rushed by a server bringing a bill unprompted.

Everytime you guys travel anywhere he makes sure to be the one carrying your bag, or rolling your suitcase alongside his own.

He took care of you in ways you’ve never been taken care of before, the intimacy was just the cherry on top.

There were times where he was more dominant, taking control, manhandling you into different positions without asking. Really fucking into you, with bruising, punishing, strokes. Whispering things into your ear like “this pussy is mine” and “don’t try to run away now, isn’t this what you wanted?”

But other times he would be in a really soft and sappy mood which led him more to “making love”. Like today. He was a feeling a little insecure recently due to the weight he’s been gaining post retirement.

You were sitting up against the headboard while Art laid next to you. You scrolled on your phone with hand, the other hand softly running through Art’s hair.

You could tell he was feeling off so you ask, “hey, feeling okay?”

He nods with a sigh, “yeah I just- does my stomach look like, bigger?”

You direct your gaze to his naked torso. He likes to sleep in his briefs only. His abs weren’t as prominent as when you met him and he did have a little bit of a tummy but you thought it was cute. You move your hair from his hair to rub his tummy.

“your tummy looks perfect,” You say smiling towards him.

He groans shaking his head no. He moves so that his head is on your lap and his arms are around your waist. “you’re just saying that, but I guess we all can’t be supermodels like you,” He says before he blows a raspberry on your stomach where your pajama shirt had ridden up.

You giggle moving a hand to his hair quickly to pull him away. You were incredibly ticklish. “im serious,” you say a little out of breath, “i think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

He looks up at you with a small smile on his face. He starts slowly kissing down your abdomen and continues kissing over your panties as he makes his way down.

Eventually he laying on his stomach situated between your legs. He licks over your folds through your panties which elicits a small gasp from you, “ah-Art.”

He smirks before moving your panties to the side and really diving in. He kitten licks at your clit, keeping eye contact.

You keep a hand in his hair, pulling occasionally when it feels really good. He sucks on your clit lightly before he starts going to town. Licking your folds, lapping at your clit, not forgetting to fuck his tongue into your wet hole lapping up all your juices. You keep your grip on his hair as moans continue to fall out of your mouth.

He sticks two fingers in. Pumping in and out while simultaneously licking and sucking at your clit. It doesn’t take much longer until you finish with a “oh fuck Art, i’m gonna— gonna cum fuck fuck,” pulling on his hair harder.

He cleans you up using his tongue, making sure not to miss a single drop. He sits up smiling and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. You pull him in for a kiss, your tongues roaming each other’s mouths.

You bite his bottom lip pulling away smirking, “now it’s your turn.”

You push him down on the bed so he’s lying on his back. You pull down his boxers with haste and he’s already hard from eating you out.

“no baby you don’t have to do that, just like making you feel goo—holy fuck,” Art groans as you swallow him down.

He holds your hair out of your face, always so considerate. You can tell he’s trying really hard to hold back to you pull off to say, “don’t hold back, wanna hear you,” then you go back down to lick up his shaft before sucking on his tip.

He groans bucking up into your mouth,

“feels so good baby, oh my fuck. please—please keep going shit.”

You choke a little trying not to gag, sucking hard while moving up and down his length.

“you’re doing so good for me, look so pretty with my dick in your mouth fuck,” Art whines.

He continues looking down at his cock going in and out of your mouth, your plush lips wrapped around his cock, “baby i’m so fucking close— don’t stop, fuck, please-“

But you pull off instantly, you don’t want him to cum just yet. You sit up looking at him with a slight pout on your face, “but I want you to fuck me.”

Art bites his lip, letting a deep breath out through his nose, “whatever you want sweetheart, gonna give you the world.”

He lays you down gently, lining up in between your legs, before pressing himself into you slowly. His presses kisses along the length of your neck and gently nibbles on your ear. He whispers, “you are so fucking tight jesus christ, squeezing the fuck out of my cock.”

He continues with his moderate pace, making sure to take his time with his longer more sensual strokes, “fuck baby,” he whines.

You let out a long whine initially and then a moan everytime he bottoms out, “feels so good, fucking me so good.”

“ah- ah just wanna make you feel good baby,” He moans out.

You can tell by how much he’s moaning and whimpering above you that he’s already close. He starts rambling, “please fuck baby please can I cum inside you? feel so good, fuck, just wanna make you feel good, your pussy is so fucking tight baby, so good, please baby i just— “

You cut him off using one hand to hold the side of his face making sure to keep eye contact, “of course you can, cum inside me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

He groans closing his eyes and moving his forehead to rest on your shoulder before he speeds up his last couple of thrusts, coming deep inside you.

His fucks you through his orgasm before pulling out slowly. He usually loves watching his cum drip out of you but this time you say, “i think you’re gonna have to clean up the mess you made.”

And Art is never one to say no to eating you out, no matter how many times a day it is.

#anon ask #challengers #art donaldson #art donaldson x you #art donaldson x reader #art x you #art x reader #dilf art #dilf!art #dilf art donaldson

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mrsfancyferrari · 7 months ago

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MASTERLIST - F1

🕊️┆Latanya ， 라타냐 — she ִ ࣪𖤐 ˖ ✦ › entj-t 𓂃 ★ @lando's 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

Into It Chase Atlantic ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●─────── ⁰³'¹⁶

Lando Norris - "Little Lando"

More Kisses? - LN4 + “One kiss is just never enough.”

This Christmas - LN4 + “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

Want You - LN4 + "But I don't want them, I want you." 🥧🏈

I'm All Yours - You and Lando have been in the talking stage for some months now. After Lando's third win, he knows he's missing something important. You being his girlfriend.

My Type - where the reader thinks she isn’t Lando’s type

Our Love Is Strong - You weren't going to let your eating disorder destroy your relationship until it did.

Good Luck Kiss - Lando is a fully independent guy until you are around.

First Choice - Lando and the Reader have been best friends since they were babies. Lando has been in love with the Reader since he was a teenager, which is why he has never had a serious relationship.

Gold in Snow - you and lando are in a relationship but you're reserving hate comments about you being a ginger, with freckles because the fans don't think you're his type

Sweet Pain - lando just took his wisdom tooth out and you, his best friend, was assigned to take care of him at home

Oscar Piastri

Mistletoe Magic - OP81 + “What are you doing with that mistletoe– oh.”

Baby Fever - OP81 + babysitting a child

24 Hours Without You - A dare from Lando led to Oscar not having any contact from you for 24 hours. Well he tried to.

My Husband - when you accidently called Oscar your husband, you didn't think it would affect him that much

Yes To Me - OP81 + Childhood best friend with dismissive avoidant attachment

Max Verstappen - "Mad Max"

Teach Me - MV1 + “I never had any special tradition for the holidays while growing up,"

My Priority - MV1 + "You're my priority." 🍂🦃

Birthday Boy - It's getting to Max's birthday and you know what he wants for it.

Love Sick - You and Max have been together for a while and you knew he loved you but you didn't know to what extent.

Favourite Smell - a pilot with max and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell" +18

Timeless Desire - You had always been Mercedes fan since you were young and it didn't change when you became Max's best friend. Based on British Grand Prix.

Power Couple - Max Verstappen and the Reader have been friends since childhood and started dating when they were 15. The Reader is currently the number one ranked tennis player, with 2 Wimbledon titles, 3 French Open titles, and 2 Australian Open titles to her name. She is the best in women's singles and doubles tennis at the moment.

Don't Stop - "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

Daniel Ricciardo - "Honey Badger"

Fragments of Hope - You had an argument with Daniel and you decided to leave him for a while. What you didn't know is that he can't live without you.

Birthday Boy - It's Daniel's birthday and you two are still oblivious to your feelings. Time for the grid's help.

Charles Leclerc - "Lord Perceval"

Winter Wonder - CL16 + Winter Power Outage

You Know Me Best - Charles has a bad day and you as his best friend always knows what he wants, but do you really? +18

Just One Kiss - You & Charles are just best friends but when he wins in his home for the first time, things might change

Speak Baby - you are going out with Charles, you can speak his language, but don't tell him. You were hiding your abilities due to an insecurity about your ability.

Lose my Mind - “The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.” +18

Carlos Sainz Jr. - "Chilli"

Christmas Ball - CS55 + fake dating for a Christmas party/ball

Happy Ever After - a Romeo and Juliet vibe

Golf Gurl - an AU where Carlos is attracted to the new receptionist at the golf course he and Papa Sainz frequent

Destiny's Will - You and Carlos were childhood friends until you two were separated before he got to F1. The next time they meet, they're enemies.

More Amor - you are going out with Carlos, you can speak his language, but you don't tell him. You were hiding your abilities due to an insecurity about your ability.

Heavy Love - Carlos got a surgery of his appendix but that doesn't stop him from treating his girl how he usually does +18

Lewis Hamilton - "Billion Dollar Man"

NY Kisses - LH44 + New Year Kisses

Birthday Wishes - LH44 + Birthday Wishes

His Feast - LH44 + slow feasting on you +18

George Russell - "Mr. Saturday"

Start Something - GR63 + "Don't start something you can't finish." 🥧🏈

My Darling - Out of all the things George says over the years, there's one word that still makes you blush.

Kimi Antonelli - "Max's Successor"

Italian Lessons - You're trying to learn Italian again and what a better way to learn than to get your best friend's best friend to teach you.

Franco Colapinto

Dancing on Ice - FC43 + “I can’t ice skate amor, I’ll break all my bones.”

Distract You - FC43 + "Let me distract you."

Sleep Good - Charles/ Lewis/ Carlos (separately)

You could write a driver x reader where while they make love and the reader falls asleep because they work too much and the driver laughs. +18

Lando Norris - "Little Lando"

Our Doggie - Part 1 - Part 2

After McLaren let you watch your boyfriend interact with the animals from the Battersea. One dog found a clear interest in you instead....

Carlos Sainz Jr. - "Chilli"

Real Love - Part 1 - Part 2

You and Carlos were just supposed to be a PR couple for less than a year but someone decided to catch feelings....

Charles Leclerc - "Lord Perceval"

A Lover's Touch - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

In a world of where soulmates can be found easily, Charles was struggling a lot to find his one....

Max Verstappen - "Mad Max"

Need Saving - Save You - We're Saved - My Saviour

You are the first woman to be racing in Formula 1 and you and Max are already best friends. To Jos' dismay.....

A Second Chance?

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5 - etc...

You came to Love Island to find true love after your ex left your life in chaos. you didn't think you would find it so easy....

Lewis Hamilton - "Billion Dollar Man"

Wild Imagination - Show You Domination

You were just an interviewer for the Met Gala when you were able to meet the Sir Lewis Hamilton.....

Marriage of Convenience

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 -

Lewis has to get married to you for a year for his engagement in Ferrari. Who knew how much he would get sucked into your life….

Source: cafekitsune

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willowed-wisp · 8 months ago

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stitches [simon ‘ghost’ riley]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader/you

Hopefully this doesn’t suck and makes sense for the most part. Thanks for anybody that reads this 🥰

WARNINGS: smut, descriptions of injury, body insecurity… a bit of plus size!reader

When you joined the Special Forces, you didn’t want to form attachments.

That was the only rule you held yourself to.

As a medic back at base, you thought it would be easy. Alas, fate had other plans in the form of Task Force 141.

Lead by Captain John Price- who had handpicked you for medical support- to stay back at whatever base looked like- whether it be a van or a safe house.

With that, you lived with the boys. John Price, Kyle Garrick, Johnny MacTavish and Simon Riley. You kept yourself to yourself at first, not confident among four SAS soldiers nor in yourself. Knowing of them only.

So you planned to stay huddled in the corner and quiet.

Then in the middle of the night, you came face to face with a black balaclava and a gruff voice, “Ya good?” You only remember the nightmares… more so flashbacks. They were relentless- creeping in the recesses of your mind, waiting for times when stress peaked. Unfortunately this entire ordeal was nerve-wracking.

You only noticed the warm hand on your shoulder, instinct led you to stare past the noir covering the majority of his face and into his eyes. Caring eyes.

He had no need to check if you were okay, he didn’t know you but, nevertheless, it was nice to see the lieutenant as something other than a looming figure.

The seriousness became too much to bear for you, “Do you sleep in that thing?” Using humour to take the edge off- well trying to.

“Soundly,” Earthy, rugged… British yourself, he sounded awfully English. That was when your eyes dawned on the clock- the time more specifically. 02:01.

“Do you sleep at all?” Another attempt but he didn’t laugh- your smile faded, maybe a tad intimated. He wasn’t exactly small.

He stood away, no longer crouching at your bedside. How tall was the guy? You tried to hide the wonder on your face, “Better than you… when I do get a kip…” Some pain in those words. “Better get some shut eye, Y/L/N… see ya at dawn.” You slept better knowing at least someone in 141 had your back.

After that you started integrating more with the lads. You learned that Johnny could clean his messes up exceptionally well, and that’s why he was called ‘Soap’. Price still thought the name was bullcrap but alas, not your problem.

You also noticed that Ghost never showed his face. Black face paint shrouding the skin showing around his dark eyes or his sunglasses. You preferred the face paint.

He had a habit of watching you from across the room chatting with Soap and Gaz- you blocked any possible avenues of relationships. Not that they’d be interested in you (your own thoughts). You didn’t find yourself attractive or good enough. A bit too much weight, you continued to think.

It was a good thing, you couldn’t get distracted.

That was until that day…

Supply checks… stock up on the sterilised needle and stitch thread. You barely had any use to 141, just a glorified nurse who had no business being given a code name.

“Stitches! It’s LT!” The brash Scotsman bolstered his comrade over to the gurney in the impromptu medical van. Blue eyes flashed over into yours, hulking the larger man to lay on his back.

Ghost wasn’t having any of it, attempting to sit up only for more blood to gush from his thigh. You rushed into action, “Soap, get us out of here,” said all too calmly for someone under such pressure. The man did as he was told and they were off. Meanwhile, you had pushed the lieutenant down on the bed. He grunted in pain each time he made a move, “For fuck’s sake, stay still so I can fucking see.” Blue gloves on, as he stopped wriggling, “Thank you.” You were still unimpressed but at least he listened. Unbeknownst to you under the mask he donned a pained smirk- unaware you could be so commandeering. Almost proud of you.

A grunt paused his pride, “Fuck…” Through gritted teeth. Your fingers working the tweezers with expert precision.

He went to sit up, your left hand pressed against his sturdy chest- pushing him down, “Want me to snag your femoral artery, Ghost?” In no time, a red-coated bullet laid in the metal tray and he sat there in his boxer shorts- watching you work and hitching a breath each time the needle breached skin.

They were the gentlest hands that had ever worked on him. “What happened?” Eyes boring into his as you cast off the stitch.

“Someone got the jump on me, should see ‘im,” you smiled at that, able to tell he was too. By his eyes.

The ones you dreamt of every night- except when the terrors returned. Johnny was too heavy of a sleeper to hear you, but Simon’s eyes were what you woke up to. In the flesh. He never asked what they were about, just comforted you.

When your deployment ended, and you returned home… you missed the guys. And his warm eyes whenever you returned to the land of the living.

Johnny contacted you. A pub crawl in Scotland, apparently Gaz, Price and even Simon were game.

Turns out you and Ghost didn’t live too far away. In ten minutes, a knock at your door and you met that deep gaze. “Johnny only just message ya, didn’t he?” He shook his head in disbelief. “I’m drivin’ us, don’t trust Gaz’s deathtrap…”

“Well… I just need to grab my stuff,” He started to walk away up the path to his 4x4. “You can come in and wait if you wanted?” Who was he to turn you down when you asked so nicely.

He helped you with your bags, “You sure ya gonna get through with that?”

“Haha,” dry humour, there was a reason you seemed to get on, “And if you want me to get more shit…”

You could see a glint in his eyes, “Nah, you’re alright, love…” That went straight down to between your thighs, the look on your face amused the man.

Surprisingly, the two of you weren’t awkward. Quiet here and there.

You assumed he wasn’t used to social interaction in general- especially wearing that balaclava, not good for conversation.

Simon was good to talk to, all waffled speech was redacted with him. Straight forward, sometimes sarcastic and wholly looking for banter- that’s what you preferred.

And there was no chance he would be interested in you. He has the aura of a guy who gets the attention of stunning women. Why would he want you? (You thought)

It was never going to happen.

By the end of that car ride, he learned about your messy string of exes and he had way too much Shania Twain on his playlist (and knew all of the words).

Johnny greeted you both with open arms, a tight hug for you, “You been ta’ing care of yourself, Stitches?”

“Better than you look, use more soap…” The laughs and hug came to an abrupt end- his stare directed over to Simon who loomed behind you. Was it just you, or did Johnny look scared?

“Let me show y’ where you’ll be sleepin’…”You went to grab your bags but Ghost already had it covered.

Poor you, you didn’t know what would await your stay at Johnny MacTavish’s.

The tip was a stretch, your head thrown back against the blanket pillow. Silent screams playing in your throat. He could feel the struggle and see the pleasure striking your visage. Murmurs of his name, “Si- Simon -!” Broken and whimpering. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t on the edge of losing his cool. You were pulsing around him so angelic.

“You’re takin’ me so well, lovie,” His hips took a full stroke, bracing your cervix. Thrumming and dripping wet. Another groan of his name.

The rhythm sank in, strangled moans trapped- your breathing wild against his ear. His thrusts swinging all the way back until they gutted you. Over and over. “Feels. So. GOOD -!” His hand covering your mouth, noting that the owner of the house was just next door and the other two at the end of the hall. Simon’s place supposed to be on the couch downstairs surrounded by Soap’s army memorabilia. Not right there, balls deep inside of you. Loving every second.

Cherishing every inch of you, kissing you in the moment to stay quiet so he could remain there for a while longer. So he may get some sleep, for the first time in a week.

Before you know it, his hand anchored around your ankles- spreading them to hook better. You’ve never moaned so loud in your life. Even echoing off the walls of the room. “Fuck it…” He was too far gone to care what the boys heard or thought. He had been thinking about that moment since he met you, looking so delectable with his cock hammering into you. Taking him so well.

You didn’t know if he would ever tire out, another rush of adrenaline and exhaustion swept over your limp body- numb to anything other than where his thighs slammed against your own and how raw you were going to in the morning.

Your legs fell, his grip focused at your jaw; leaning over- rubbing against sensitivity deep- and claiming your lips in a ravenous kiss that had your head spinning more than before.

Hands falling to your hips, thrusts sloppy as you tightened once again. “Where can I- ,” Drunk on how he tasted, your legs locked around his body.

“Inside,” Your hand found the base of his hair at Simon’s neck, holding on for dear life. Warmth spread downwards as your nails dug into his toned back and neck alike. A thick groan filled the air- enough to become addicted.

Neither of you panted, thriving in the silence. He savoured being hilted inside you, careful not to crush you beneath him. Hot breath spanning your collarbone. “Can’t tell ya how long I’ve wan’ed to do that…”

You felt so small against him, so yearned for. No face covering on his end, no boundaries. Laid bare to him and he wanted you anyway.

Fingers stroked at his thick hair, “Same, Si…”

Neither of you knew who fell victim to slumber first.

The morning came around, the boys had looked proud of themselves… too proud, too giddy. Especially Johnny.

“I think the gutters need check’ng, heard some weird noise last nigh’,” You’ve never threatened Johnny’s mohawk before but that day you grew close.

Price even had a glint of mischief in those clear eyes of his, “Vampires common in Scotland?” You didn’t check your neck, too caught up in the heat the previous night.

Gaz had a smirk on his face, “Not from what I know of, sir…”

Christ, you were never gonna hear the end of it.

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kafkaisnotdead · 5 days ago

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Hector character analysis

I'm tired of Hector's mischaracterization (it's eather "he's an innocent cutie" or "he's a creepy stalker") so I decided to write a list of his traits first. Feel free to add your own opinions!

1. He is shy and deeply insecure (obviously).

2. However, he does not hate himself entirely. He takes pride in his role as the HVAC system. It is the way he looks that makes him self-conscious. I also feel like this confidence helps him to fight his fears so quickly, stand up for himself in the Hate Route, or even indirectly confront Keyes' arrogance.

3. He's a yearner and deeply devoted person. I feel like his intense devotion can come across as obsession to some people.

4. He lives a life of enforced solitude. His deep-rooted loneliness fuels both his devotion and his yearning. In the player, he finds the sole focus for his profound need for connection.

5. He's kind of melodramatic (he said so himself). This could be a self-defense mechanism for him - over-exaggerating his feelings to make potential rejection feel less painful.

6. He's more sensual than sexual. I'm basing this opinion on his teasing at the end of day 2 and on his fanfic.

7. But that doesn't mean he lacks a freaky side (teeth getting involved at the end of his fanfic reading… or the fact that the fanfic exists at all 😅). If you decide to spend the night with him after his Realization, you can see for yourself that he's not all talk.

8. Deep inside, he kind of feels entitled to the player's attention and affection, seeing it as a natural response to his care and devotion. This comes through more clearly in the Hate route. I feel like this entitlement is the reason he would even threaten to freeze the player to death if they were being extra mean. Although he never actually acts on his threats, using the excuse that he takes too much pride in his work.

This is probably partly his melodramatic tendencies coming through, a signal of the hurt feelings of a devoted servant. Therefore, his sense of entitlement is fundamentally different from that of the stereotypical "nice guy" who's been rejected by a girl he felt entitled to.

9. He's playful and mischievous, but this is deeply buried under his shyness. He does tease you on several occasions, and even chuckles if player get flustered by his fanfic.

I feel like him creating carnival masks in his ending really suits this trait.

10. He seeks considerable control in his life. While he enjoys the player's ability to tell him what to do, in some aspects he's adamant about doing things his way (you can see this if you pester him in the attic for 3 days in a row at the start of his route). He also easily accepts it if the player states that they don't want to control him. Perhaps his submissiveness in the relationship with the player is also a conscious choice rather than his inherent trait; that's why he freaks out when things don't go according to his plan - such as if the player approaches his grate again after he has invited them to the attic.

11. He is also kind, cares for those around him, and is ready to forgive the player's missteps (but not cruelty, not without candy, at least).

12. But most importantly, he isn't afraid to be vulnerable. He acknowledges his feelings (albeit melodramatically), his devotion, and his need. This requires profound courage, especially from someone so inherently shy.

I think that's all. Thoughts? Prayers, perchance? 😅

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lullabyes22-blog · 9 months ago

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Real talk because you are THE resident Silco expert and all your headcanons are 100% correct: why does fandom think Silco would be good in bed? (Or good at sex at all?)

I've seen headcanons about him being a giver, and about his dick game being fire, and while he's a sexy, charismatic man, I feel like he's too... selfish, insecure, and just not a romantic guy. He's also a very bitter, lonely, and angry dude. Idk, it makes sense he would have some kinks but I feel like he'd be too much of a bitch to care for anyone else in bed. I guess he'd want it rough, and I've read some fics where he's a sadist, but I feel like it'd just be a quick fuck to satisfy himself, not a slow, passionate, sensual thing.

idk, do with this what you will.

I agree - with nuance 💗

Silco - at least as I write him in FNF - is principally a headfuck. If he's demonstrating an interest in you, then he wants something from you. If he's nice to you, there's a bottom line. No act of generosity comes without strings attached, and every small kindness comes at a terrible price. That aspect of cold-blooded calculus is never far away from his base nature, which splits the world into assets and liabilities, and his own actions into a transaction of cost versus reward.

With that in mind, he excels, not at sex, but at getting his partners to do what he wants them to do. For him, it's one of the many fluid ways of expressing power, and demonstrating his mastery over the subtleties of the human body and mind.

A few readers have noticed that he comes across as very detached and controlled during FnF's sex scenes - and that they read as weirdly voyeuristic. That always delights me, because it's an intentional choice. He doesn't really see his partner as anything beyond a medium to his goals, so his focus is entirely on their physical responses and his own actions. His narration is distant, observational and impersonal, because he doesn't experience sex as something that involves an emotional or empathetic connection. Rather, he's gauging how his target's responses play out on a physical plane, and he's calibrating his own actions to maximise their impact.

To give credit where credit is due, he's very intelligent, patient and observant. There is also some realistic backing to the running gag that Good D is invariably attached to Bad Men. More specifically, Bad Broke Men. Silco has not grown up in a position of privilege or wealth. He has been forced to make use of every available resource. He has survived by the skin of his teeth on a constant knife edge of deprivation, hunger and fear.

He's a scrapper. He's a survivor. He's an opportunist.

And to be any of those things, you need to know your way around people: their wants and weaknesses. That's the foundation for the idea that he's good in bed - that he can anticipate his partner's desires, and respond accordingly. The difference is, his actions have no romantic underpinning. It's a matter of pure pragmatism and self-interest.

In terms of technical skill, he's likely very good at finding his partner's pressure points, both literal and figurative, and exploiting them. But if it were up to him, he'd find a way to turn the thumbscrews with nothing more than a well-chosen word and a cold look. The sex is just a generality, and his enjoyment a function of their compliance.

When it comes to actual intimacy?

My friends, he'd be spectacularly bad.

Not just bad, but skittish, hostile and hopelessly inept. He'd feel like an accomplished stage actor who has to step out onto the boards for an improv class. He hasn't got the right lines, he isn't dressed for the part, and he isn't even sure what role he's supposed to be playing. He'd be so awkward, he'd actually have trouble looking his partner in the eyes. The sum total of his sexual ouvre would devolve into the following comedy of errors:

"What the fuck is this?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't touch me there."

"This is going well, right?"

"Why can't I get it up?"

"I can't do this."

"Leave me alone."

"Where are you going?"

"Don't leave me."

"They always leave me."

"Why does everyone leave me?"

And he'd only spiral deeper into self-loathing and isolation. To submit to intimacy is to open oneself up to the mortifying ordeal of being known, and the constant risk of rejection. To Silco, it is anathema. Actual emotional vulnerability during sex would be not unlike attending his own public execution.

But.

Silco is not a one-note villain, much less a one-trick pony. He has a human history riven in deprivation, bloodshed and betrayal. He's remade himself from a 'weak' man into the premier kingpin of Zaun, but that predatory bracing still hides remnants of the soft-natured idealist he once was. In fact, he's the product of a deeply embedded internal conflict between two distinct versions of himself. The one who seeks to burn his enemies, and the one who seeks to save his city. He's also, as demonstrated by his love for Jinx, capable of profound devotion, loyalty, and a deep-seated longing for companionship.

That means the potential for romance exists. It's just buried deep, deep, deep down beneath years of abuse, neglect, trauma, and self-imposed barriers. If he meets someone who can dismantle those barriers, or bypass them altogether and earn his trust, there is a ray of hope.

Sex would still be frightening and uncomfortable, and it'd involve a lot of trial and error. But it'd also have the potential to be deeply healing. Not because Silco would become a better man, but because his partner would make him want to try. He'd also bring the same intense focus, intelligence, and determination to the task that he applies to his criminal empire - which means that, once he does have his sea legs, Silco would have the potential to become a truly giving lover.

It's all about context.

And the context is always: will he take the gamble when he has nothing to lose, and everything to gain?

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temis-de-leon · 20 days ago

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Shy gn!reader who has never dated anyone before the Demon Brothers

Characters: Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus and Beelzebub (x reader, separately)

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Requested by: Romance Anon

A/N: I know I said requests will be posted from July on, but I literally remembered this one two days ago and I think it got requested last year, so...

Mammon

Since the very first moment he saw you, there has been no one else in his mind, including those he’s already dated or fooled around with. Why would he look at anyone else when you’re right beside him? Why would he think about previous heartbreaks when you make him feel so light-hearted?

Okay, sure, he’s most of a ‘casual, noncommittal fling’ type of guy, and perhaps calling his failed relationships ‘heartbreaks’ is an exaggeration, but some of them did hurt at the time, you know?

There weren’t many souls that loved him despite his gambling addiction and his kleptomaniac tendencies, and, while he understood why they eventually broke things up with him, it always left a sour taste in his mouth.

So, not only you are the first one to insist on seeing the best he can be, but he also seems to be unable to succumb to the temptations of greed when you’re around.

He doesn’t yearn for more because you’re already more than enough, and for the very same reason, he doesn’t think about what he used to have and lost.

Surprisingly, Mammon isn’t especially insecure about your relationship history, even when he doesn’t know nothing about it. After all, if you don’t reminiscence or wonder about anyone, then why should he be worried?

Competing with his own brothers and that nasty human sorcerer for your attention is enough of a headache.

There isn’t any particular reason that pushes you to tell him about your lack of experience other than you wanting him to know you better.

He’s playing a new game (more like constantly dying) while you’re sitting right next to him eating some takeout food, and the words blurt out of your mouth before you can even register them, like is just another fun fact about your favourite animal.

At first, Mammon frowns when he hears you, because how could anyone not have shown interest in you before, and then smiles with the usual superiority he carries like a shield.

“Well, who cares who you did or didn’t date? You’re with the Great Mammon now, right? And there’s no one better!”

He sounds arrogant and cocky when he says it, but there’s a hint of truth in his words.

Now that you’re with him, does anything else really matter?

Plus, there’s something sweet in knowing that he is your first in every sense of the word.

Leviathan

Telling him about your lack of previous partners is actually an act of mercy towards his sense of self-worth and the insecurities born out of your feelings for him and the relationship you’ve created together.

It is obvious, even to an outsider, that Levi isn’t used to real life romance and fully believes is not made for it either.

He states himself as a shut-in who finds comfort and sensibility in 2D animation and carefully programmed intelligence and social interaction. The media he consumes is based on the buyer’s preferences, so his views on the world beyond his bedroom door are drastically black and white. That is, although he appreciates the morals of friendship and heroism, he’s quick to categorize strangers based on pure actions; like contemptuously calling you a normie when he met you even though he really didn’t know you at all.

Of course, there is a need of escapism in what he does.

He doesn’t feel like enough compared to most of his brothers or others around him (he still can’t believe he shares interests with Diavolo, who willingly wants to spend time with him), so he traps himself in his comfort zone, dresses up and role-plays, and creates passwords to keep those who don’t respect his passions away.

Taking that into consideration, Levi still doesn’t completely understand how he managed to end up with someone so admirable as you.

Your relationship isn’t based on romance or lust, so, despite being in love with you, your friendship is what he values the most. You are kind to him, patient and attentive, and you never make fun of what he likes even if it isn’t a particular interest of yours. He looks up to your bravery, and how you’re willing to try new things.

He really, really can’t comprehend why you chose to be with him, so the moment you share the fact that he’s your first partner, you rock his entire world.

You mean to tell him that you could’ve had anyone in the three realms, yet he’s the one that ended up dating you? Is that it??

His eyes start to sparkle and he smiles like the world finally makes sense to him.

He finally believes he deserves good things.

Satan

Before he met you, Satan didn’t really understand how far love could go; how limitless it could become if paired with the right person. He acted, more than you could ever imagine, as an obvious “matter of fact” type of guy: what it was, was, and it always had a reason to be.

Still, his intellect and charisma made him easy to like and love, and he had connections with all sorts of people, so he got to have a partner every now and then. Normally, they were established, formal relationships, but he didn’t reject casual ones if the occasion took place.

Most of the reasons for his breakups were normal: lost feelings, different directions, disagreements…; but there were others that… honestly? Took him by surprise.

And not in the good way.

The reason some of his ex-partners used to leave him that infuriated him the most was that he didn’t love them enough, or at all; and no matter how much he insisted on his feelings for them, they didn’t believe him.

The root of their conclusions?

Satan loved cats more than he loved them.

He cooed at them, made entire photoshoots, and spent copious amounts of money for the sake of feeding and playing; his cheeks reddened in uncontained excitement whenever he saw even the smallest hints of pointy ears and a long, sinuous tail; and whoever looked at his eyes each time a cat was involved could swear that he had stars in his pupils.

But could anyone blame him?

They were cats.

Besides, the love he felt for his feline companions was not comparable to what he felt for his partners, and, if they felt threatened by it, then perhaps it was never meant to be.

Once you started dating, though, Satan couldn’t help but wonder if you went through the same struggles in your own relationships as he did in his. Being accused of not giving enough while actively trying to do what you thought was best.

Even worse, would you end up having the same insecurities?

He figures the best course of action is sharing his worries, instead of letting them build up to something that could damage what you have, and it is then when he learns that he is your first partner ever.

He’s surprised, obviously, but also glad and excited. Of course, unlike his idiotic brother, Satan doesn’t find comfort in being “your first”, but now you have the possibility of exploring your relationship together.

You make him feel hope about all the love he can give you.

Asmodeus

Although perhaps not the best at relationships, he’s certainly the most experienced. Thankfully, you knew what you were getting into when you starting dating him.

His powers are born from lust, a feeling he represents with his whole being, so his behaviour nurtures from it as well and he nourishes in its abundance. The search for pleasure is, for him, as natural as breathing air or drinking water, and the result is involving himself with all types of people.

From angels to demons, including humans (and perhaps some more), Asmo has flirted and spent more than time with anyone who has shown an active interest in him and revered him as the precious jewel he is. He is a beautiful demon who deserves to be looked at and finds satisfaction in being perceived as extraordinary.

However, don’t think everything he values in a relationship is physical.

While, yes, sex plays a big part in his life, that’s not what pleasure is all about.

There’s a deep satisfaction that comes from sharing your time and thoughts with a special someone; the feeling of complicity of vulnerability that only few people can provide.

Contrary to popular belief, Asmo has been in love before. Either monogamous or polygamous, relationships aren’t unknown to him, and he has enjoyed every single one of them.

Sadly, though, for one reason or another, all of those met a mournful end.

If he had to bet on a reason, he would blame it all on his ex-partners’ insecurities.

There are downsides to being superior to all around him, after all.

And then he meets you.

Being immune to his charming powers was what made him truly notice your presence as worthy to be appreciated, and not just as a body to be cut open and ravaged, but it was the way you loved him what truly cemented the emotional pleasure he felt around you.

You don’t need to tell him about the lack of previous partners because he already knew from the beginning.

He could see that your shyness wasn’t just an adorable trait that defined you, but also a result of ignorance and inexperience.

Honestly? He thinks is incredibly cute, but nothing to be ashamed of. And why aren’t you more excited? You got the best teacher possible!

Beelzebub

Most students at RAD think he’s simply uninterested in relationships because he’s never been known to have one. Sure, various students have gloated about sharing a bed with him every now and then, but who is going to ask him to make sure those stories are true? Or any of his brothers, for that matter?

Out of all Avatars, he’s probably one of the most unapproachables and one of the easiest to fall victim to.

His sheer size and his monotone voice are enough to put people in their place, but what actually discourages others to talk to him is the moment they hear his empty stomach or see his drooling mouth. His gaze seems lost and hazy, and, the more they look at him, the less safe they feel.

Of course, those are extreme situations, and none have happened in a long time, but some things are difficult to forget.

Although Beel has had sporadic relationships, none of them have been serious or sentimental enough to be taken seriously or remembered fondly. Instead, his focus has been set on his family, his (literal) personal growth through eating and exercising, and, lately, you.

It wasn’t until you came into the picture that others outside of the family and their group of close friends finally saw him in love, blushing out of nowhere and smiling like life made sense whenever you entered the room. His bottomless stomach grew quieter.

He never gave any particular thought to the possible ex-partners you could’ve had.

You are with him, now, aren’t you? He’ll treat you right and he’ll love you more than anyone has ever done before. That’s what’s most important.

He only learns about being your first boyfriend when you’re both walking home after fangol practice, holding hands. For some reason he can’t truly understand, maybe pure curiosity, he asks you if any of your previous partners was an athlete like him, and that’s when you tell him.

Beel raises his eyebrows for just a second before shrugging, and that’s the only response he gives.

It really doesn’t matter to him, besides being a reminder that he has to make things a tad bit better just for you.

He doesn’t plan on being the current boyfriend that set the standards too high, but still; you deserve the very best.

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smoochiemee · 2 months ago

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Jealous Talk

"I'm just confused why you keep letting all your fans think that-"

"Y/N why does it fucking matter? I'm with you!"

The heated argument had been going on for the past 30 minutes. Hamzah who just came home from filming with Martin didn't expect to find you huddled in the corner of your shared living room on the verge of tears.

You didn't want it to get like this; you just wanted him to understand how you felt. How much you hated seeing his fans ship him with Claire when you were his girlfriend.

You remembered the moment you all met, 2020 during quarantine. You never knew if Claire liked Hamzah, but you always noticed their closeness. During FreakShow4 you weren't a member, but you helped a lot behind the scenes. You had been the one to introduce the four to each other.

Somewhere down the line, you and Hamzah got together, and you've been like that for the pat 4 years, going on 5. You never made much of an appearance on slushynoobz but you had your own lifestyle channel that did really well. You were a medical student, and it was hard you for to balance it all at once, but Hamzah supported you through everything and never forced the camera on you.

You guys were inseparable, and you even moved to Canada when Hamah got deported to start your life with him. However recently you couldn't help but feel a massive feeling of jealously because Claire was always around now.

Hamzah and you had lent her the guest room, and she would constantly book a trip to Canada after you all rekindled the relationship between the group.

At first it was fun really until Clarie started to make an appearance in the videos, thanks to Hamzah. She wore matching clothes, thanks to Hamzah. She was always next to Hamzah when it was time to take a picture, thanks to Hamzah.

You couldn't handle it anymore. This all wouldn't be happening if Hamzah had told his fans he was already in a relationship with someone else, you. So now here you in a screaming match with your boyfriend begging him to clear the air

"I know that but your fanbase doesn't. I don't like to see ship after ship or edits of you guys acting like you're the only one's in the room. I hardly make an appearance on your channel and it's hard for me." Your braids still in the messy bun you threw it into after your 8-hour shift at the hospital. You were beyond tired, but your emotions had got the best of you. Your face was now red with angry, and it didn't make it better that Hamzah was staring at you without a single expression on his sorry face.

"... I'm not like you, I don't know how to ignores comments or the fan edits." Now tears were streaming down your face. "When I see those edits, it convinces me that something is really going on between you two." You clutched your scrubs in hopes you could get him to really understand you. But all you were met with was complete silence.

Your boyfriend was looking at you like you were an idiot, like you were making everything up.

"Y/n, I never thought you'd be so insecure. I don't control the thoughts of my fans, and you know how crazy my fan base is."

Your face had fallen at that point. You didn't know how Hamzah would react, but this was not what you were expecting at all. It was like someone you had never met was speaking to you. What happened to your sweet, caring boyfriend.

"You honestly need to be real, don't you think if I wanted Claire, I'd be with her. For crying out loud, you leave for hours at a time and it's just Claire and I, if we were fucking you would have no idea."

"That's exactly my point! you don't clear things up instead you both act like you don't see it. And why on earth was she wearing your sweatpants in her latest TikTok."

"Y/n get the fuck out of my face, I've been filming all night, and I can't do this jealous talk." It was like your legs at given out and your body had moved on its own. Head in hand you cried again, in the very spot he had found you.

"What about our promise?" You lifted your head back up only to be faced with Hamzah's back. "... we're supposed to never go to sleep angry."

He kept walking, you heard the bedroom door creak and then close. Leaving you in living room. How pathetic of you, you were never supposed to feel this defeated but yet-

You felt your body leaving floor and into the hands of Hamzah. "I don't want to fight, Y/n." He continued to carry you into the bedroom, closing the door behind you with the swing of his foot. Setting you down on the edge of the bed. He lowered his body onto the carpet, completely kneeling down to you.

"Y/n, you actually think I'm at cheater. You think after all these years, I'd leave you for someone I see as a sister."

"I don't love anyone other than you. I can't believe you've bottled all your emotions up until this point." His hand left his side and reached out for you. For you to accept his affection. You closed the distance between the two of you by settling yourself into his lap.

"I didn't want to make things awkward-"

"That would never happen baby, everyone in our real life knows we're dating and if I even for a second felt like Claire was flirting with me. It'd be over, I'd never speak to her again if it meant losing you."

For the second time that night you both stared into each other eyes. Nothing but silence and the heavy tension in air. He pulled your hand making your body collapse onto his. Wrapping your hands aound his body his hit his head into his corner of your next. You both fit into each other perfectly.

"I love you," you both declared at the same time. All your worries flew out the window. You had nothing to worry about.

You felt tears stream from your eyes once again but not for a different reason that night. You let your insecurities get the best of you and let yourself create a narrative or someone that would never purposely hurt you.

"Why'd you walk away? I thought for a second you really didn't care about me... about us." You felt his arms hold you closer.

"I- I couldn't bare seeing you cry." You felt a tear hit your shoulder and that told you he was crying. "I also didn't want to say more things I regret." You nodded because that's all you needed to hear.

"Now that this is settled, let's get you out of these scrubs."

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meltedbluecaterpillar · 3 months ago

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Riddle Rosehearts

Most Searched: Dominant Short King

Riddle seems like the guy who would turn up his nose and cross his arms saying 'humpf! I would never stoop as low as to indulge in something so vulgar!'. Very anti porn when people ask him. I don’t think he’s very inclined to pleasure himself but he does get pent up from overworking himself mentally and physically. So I like to think he started with an accidental erotic novel, moved up to peeking at a porn mag, before finally visiting a porn site.

He gets off easiest to things with men similar in height to him. Like a confidence boost if that makes sense? Seeing that even a ‘short king’ can force someone into submission makes his tip sticky. The perfect material for relieving his stress.

He likes seeing men in heels, carrying whips/riding crops, and other 'training tools' during the scenes. He's a light BDSM enjoyer and he likes how there is a power dynamic between both parties. It makes him feel good knowing that he can be normalized during something intimate and usually very vulnerable. He was ashamed of his desires before investing thought into them.

One of the first things he does is look up potential safe words and the world of ‘BDSM’ because he does genuinely like it. Some of the videos look like torture dungeons which is far too advanced for Riddle… He needs things to be lighter and plain. Normal vanilla extract.

His first assumption was he was a dangerous pervert, who would ever want to be swatted with a crop?! But he was wrong. Some people do like it. And that includes him. And hopefully that includes you.

Trey Clover

Most Searched: Big 'O' Compilation

First of all; Trey wants to suck on your nipples while he works you open with his fingers. I know we get the ‘creampie’ jokes. It’s a necessity for Mr. Clover. But as sure as I am that Trey likes to see a hole gush with a load he likes seeing the sub having their toes curl and their eyes roll up into their skull.

I think Trey gets off better when he feels like the porn isn’t fake. Even if it is fake he likes when everyone looks like they feel good.

One sidedness is something he has dealt with (dealing with Riddle and his tantrums) so he became… A martyr on accident? How he cares for others is spoiling them but it can become excessive very fast.

So his idea of a good time mixing with his taste in porn gives him a bonus overstim category. I think when the person being pleasured (the bottom usually) actually looks and sounds like they’re being pleasured it makes him excited.

Have no fear. Trey is happy to make you feel good for the low, low price of; your time and a few kisses.

Cater Diamond

Most Searched: Bisexual Gangbang Party

This is pretty obvious for Cater. But the big reason I picked this one is based around how he sees relationships and how he grew up never having a real connection with anyone. So he likes watching orgies and gangbangs because the idea of so many people having fun makes him excited. That’s why he likes being outgoing in his day to day life.

Cater can clone himself too? So this is a fantasy for him to try at least once or twice. Porn doesn’t always translate to real life interest. So if you asked him to clone himself for an experiment that would be fine. But if you asked to invite someone new that would be a very different story.

I think Cater would actually be insecure if it was a consistent thing in your actual sex life. But again in porn it’s very different. It affects his cock and balls. Not his feelings with you personally.

He also would like watching creampie videos but that’s because part of him thinks it’s oddly romantic? Regardless of gender to have that skin on skin and filling sensation makes his face hot.

Cater hasn’t had a genuine partner outside of a closet quickie or a cheap hotel. So he’s happy that you show interest in him. And maybe you can watch some of his favorite videos with him.

Ace Trappola

Most Searched: Lesbian Soft Core Compilation

I know what I’m talking about when I say this. You can be as mad as you want but I promise you this is what Ace likes he is that brand of annoying.

But also lesbian soft core is fantastic I would know I am a frequent viewer. I think Ace actually prefers making out vs full on sex. Like watching close ups of making out gets him excited or even dry humping and heavy petting? Oh yeah that’s all he needs.

Ace claims that he watches crazy wild videos and that he’s into some ‘freaky’ stuff but he’s pretty plain with his tastes. He just likes lesbian soft core because “If there’s a dude involved that makes me gay! >:(” even though I believe he plays for both teams and he’s in denial.

Ace probably has seeped over into watching gay softcore at some point but he refuses to tell anyone… I think he might dance around cunnilingus and blowjob videos from time to time but he keeps things simple. Maybe brat taming? But in a switch way…

Ace isn’t a bad guy. He’s just someone who wants to experiment. Please don’t check his search history… And please don’t make fun of him…

Deuce Spade

Most Searched: Romantic Amateur

I jokingly headcanoned with a friend the first time he got into porn he accidentally subscribed to something that charged his mom’s card. Or back in the day you could buy porn on your cable network! So it would’ve shown up and she would have seen it… Ruining his life forever. And of course Ace makes fun of him for it…

Deuce in my mind is a switch. But he’s also a very well behaved young man. So I don’t think his searches would be anything outrageous like people might hope. I think he feels the most excited watching amateur porn. Just because it’s not actually acting. It’s two people turning on a camera having sex.

Like soft moaning and ‘I love you’ and light dirty talk makes him super excited. Even seeing the people in the video so close or grinding on one another gets him riled up.

I don't think he would be into the Hollywood level adult films at all. Knowing subconsciously it's all fake might make him soft. In my opinion... I don't think Deuce would ever be comfortable with a one night stand or any form of quick hookup. He comes off as someone who sees sex as vulnerable and it's something he can only do with a trusted partner!

You need to be dating or married to have sex it’s just how the world works. He likes watching the actors kiss and touch and actually look like they’re into each other. Where in the professional films it’s all about hard and fast and it’s just too much for him. And Deuce is a fast learner. He might be able to recreate some of his favorite videos with you; only if you’re cool with it.

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HIII !! i have a angst/fluff request if you don’t mind !!

so my fav is karasu and i was telling my friend how i am not mediocre and how karasu should want me cos i do so much (basically flex all my awards and extracurricular activities) and then one of my friends said ‘honestly considering his inner struggles with himself he might think you’re out of his league 😭’

SO i was wondering if you could make something based on them being like kinda insecure END IT IN FLUFF COS I CANT DEAL WITH AN ANGST ENDING 😞 could you include karasu (obv), maybe otoya and rin and anyone else you want !!!!

THANK YOU !!!!!!!

His Insecurities

‧₊˚ ┊ The bllk guys have their own insecurities</3

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » karasu. otoya. rin.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ angst/fluff, fem reader, mentions of insecurities, friends to ???

── .✦ Tabito Karasu

The jealousy ate him alive sometimes. The foul insults slipping past his lips faster than he could even think sometimes. Only realizing what he had said once he was having to follow up with what he was saying.

Karasu hated it. The thought of being mediocre scared him. He talked a big game–yet where were his winning scores? They were nowhere.

Whether it was simple grades, sure he was smart but if someone got a higher grade percentage–his paper would be hidden, a random high number blurted from his mouth as he faked a proud smirk.

A small backhanded comment being left where he stood as the other person was forced to just think about what he said to them. It was a defense mechanism–one that he couldn’t really pinpoint where it had started–or why.

More often than not Karasu would try to hold back with his comments. Not wanting to anger one of his close friends or come off as rude to random people he met on the street.

And when it came to you, god you were like the final boss for him.

High scores, many different extracurriculars, he wasn’t sure there was something you couldn’t do. When he saw you there was not one insult he could think of to make himself seem better. It was as if he couldn’t one-up you even if he tried.

You were beautiful, talented, and smart.

He was plain, mediocre, and a liar if you thought about it. He was nowhere near your level. Karasu felt his walls shake and struggled to repair itself when he was around you.

It got to the point where when you were around others, he would beg internally for nothing on his snarky comments to be revealed to you. Why would someone like you have the time to spend with him? A liar. A jealous filthy liar.

Unbeknownst to him, you already knew of his insulting comments. You knew yet you never questioned him about them. He was kind enough to you and others. Seemingly the insults never went further than choice of words.

And as time went on you noticed he would actually compliment you–the complete opposite of insulting. From this you began to grow great affection for the dark-haired male.

Karasu would occupy your thoughts as you questioned what his type was. Thinking that it could be a possibility that he liked smarter girls, ones that weren’t mediocre. The hope in your heart was practically spilling out.

Oh how you wished to have the chance to be with him. To have the courage to simply turn to him one day and confess all your thoughts and feelings.

Meanwhile, Karasu had begun to notice all your actions. The way you complimented him more, the way you’d make not only a bento for yourself but also for him.

You even went as far as buying him new cleats for his birthday, something he had brought up a few times but not enough to be remembered.

You were far more than mediocre and Karasu was starting to mentally feel okay about that. The jealousy turned into pride.

He was proud of you–proud of every accomplishment of yours whether or not it was big or small.

── .✦ Eita Otoya

Otoya was a known ladies man. A man who cheats on every girl he could get his hands on.

Of course, besides you.

Otoya always ignored those who tried to reprimand him on his way and outlook of dating. Why play with girls’ hearts when he could actually form a connection.

In reality he truly did form some connections. But if the relationship had gone past the comfortable line he had put–well, that would signal the immediate end to it.

The male would use the excuse that he “didn’t want to be locked down to one girl”. Something even his best friend seemed to give him a hard time about.

But Otoya didn’t really know when it started happening. The more and more he saw girls the less and less thoughts of dating went to his head. The mere thought of getting in a relationship drained him enough to not even give it attention.

Perhaps it was due to his best friend that had recently gotten into a relationship. The happy smiles and grins on his face, the constant small facts of his relationship that would be brought up. Otoya was too much of a coward to admit he was jealous.

He wanted that for himself–wanted to have a couple photos as his phone background, wanted to wake up to “good morning” texts like every love sick fool his age.

Yet it got to the point where he truly didn’t believe he could find that. Practically everyone knew of his past–the way he’d play with you for a bit then drop you once he was bored. Otoya was known as a cheater.

Which was something he didn’t want to be known for anymore.

When Otoya first met you, he didn’t think much about where your friendship could go. If it would turn intimate or stay mutual. That probably crossed his mind once or twice, but it never overstayed it’s welcome in his thoughts.

As your friendship grew Otoya found himself doing things he wouldn’t normally do. He started missing your texts–waiting for the “delivered” icon to turn to “read” as if he was waiting for a huge surprise. He found himself missing you, seeing you in every place he went.

If he saw a plushie at the mall–immediately thought of you. When a song on his playlist would play he could immediately tell if it was one you introduced him too.

Otoya was in denial–something everyone could start being able to tell. Especially his best friend.

“Eita, so is she another–you know, play thing?”

Otoya stared up at Karasu blankly. “Play thing? No way!”

Otoya often found himself getting upset when either Karasu or anybody assumed he was playing around with you. He would never do that to you. He refused to let himself do that.

He cared for you.

He cared for you so much that it hurt.

The mere idea of you being crushed over something made his heart drop, and the idea–the small chance that he could easily screw things up. Ate him alive.

But when he spent time with you, you never brought up his past. Or made nasty comments. You simply spent time with him–listening to his sometimes weird stories, laughing at his odd jokes and impressions, you noticed him.

You noticed a version of him that many had forgotten–including himself.

You brought out the best in him and he could never thank you enough for that.

── .✦ Rin Itoshi

Rin wasn’t one for making connections. Perhaps it was due to his past of being considered an “odd” kid or perhaps it was due to what had gone down between him and his brother.

Knowing him he probably put the blame on the latter.

The constant fear, almost anxious feeling he got whenever the two of you seemed to be moving along to a relationship that is higher than friendship–something more intimate than he was used to.

The small voice in the back of his head that repeatedly reminded him of how his own brother left him for a reason he did not understand. From how things currently stand he probably would never know.

Was he not enough to keep a relationship with? A connection?

Rin tended to hide those thoughts and feelings behind a cold facade, his face almost never contracting into an emotional expression besides annoyance or frustration.

It was a mystery for him on how you–one of the few people he acknowledged as a friend–seemed to stick around. You were everything he wasn’t.

You were bright and always had a smile on your face. Animals seemed to come to you with no beckoning, children came to you for questions even when you didn’t have the answers. He heard people speak highly of you; something he only got very little when it came to soccer.

His advancements were outshined by his older brother.

But in the end, even when it got hard and he would lock himself away. Cursing out any of the other players for getting in his way. You seemed to always be welcome–whether it was just a small call through the phone or a small hang out at his place.

Oh how he was jealous of you–even if he wouldn’t admit it–Rin adored you.

He adored the airy feeling you brought to his gloomy atmosphere. The bright smile that made him forget everything else in the world. Along with the small nonsense you would ramble about that would end up circulating in his mind, even when you weren’t around.

Oh, how Rin adored you.

A friend. A relationship he has yet to fully indulge further into.

“Rinnie!”

The male shook his head out of the entanglement of thoughts, as he raised his gaze. His eyes found yours as you stood in the doorway holding a white grocery bag in hand.

“I went to the convenience store, bought a ton of the new snacks they had!”

The black-haired male nodded and made room on his bed for you. Pausing the long forgotten soccer video he had been struggling to study.

“Hey hey, Rinnie–”

“--Hm what is it?”

You leaned towards him with a bright smile, your eyes holding eye contact with his easily. “Have you seen that new sci-fi movie? We should totally watch it!”

It wasn’t until you turned away to set up the movie that Rin’s lips curved up into a small barely noticeable smile.

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