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reysdriver · 5 months

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Mattress Acting | P.P.

Day 8 of Kinktober: Photography/Sex Tape — peter x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - smut, sex tape, slight exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, piv sex, creampie

words: 1.3k

a/n: I told yall im gonna stick to kinktober even tho its literally december! NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??

The idea had struck you both at the same time last night. When Peter had picked up his camera off his dresser as you were changing into your pyjamas. You heard the click sound of the shutter when you were pulling your shirt over your head, and you knew exactly what it was.

After pulling off the piece of fabric, you saw your boyfriend standing against the wall with a cheeky grin on his face.

“I’ll delete it, I promise.” He said, still smiling.

“You don’t have to.” You told him. “I always like when you use me as a model.”

So now here you were, getting dressed up in your nicest set of sexy underwear while Peter was in his boxers, setting up his camera on a tripod beside your bed.

Once you were done getting ready, you came out of the bathroom and called for Peter’s attention. He looked up at you with wide eyes. As much as you loved his flattery, you were excited to start and didn’t want to waste much time.

“How’s the camera?” You asked, motioning to the stand.

“All set up, everything looks good.” He answered. “I’ll press record whenever you’re ready.”

You smiled at him excitedly. “Let’s make a sex tape, then.”

He pressed the red button on the top of the device, then walked you back to the bed. He kissed you as he laid you back against the sheets, then softly pecked the crown of your head.

“You’re gonna be a goddamn movie star, baby.” Peter told you, then returned to your lips as he laid atop you.

His large hands started travelling all across your body. They started at your cheeks as he held your face close, then they started moving down.

Then, at your chest, they cupped your breast over the bra and kneaded at the lush flesh. When he felt that wasn’t enough for him, he moved one of his hands to your back, and you arched for him, He easily manoeuvred the clasp open, and kept going how he was before.

And finally, at your hips, he pulled you tightly against him, and you could feel his boner through his boxers. Unfortunately, with that and your panties, there were still two layers of fabric separating you from your boyfriend. Now that just couldn’t be anymore.

Luckily, Peter seemed to share your sentiment because he hooked two fingers around your waistband and tugged slightly, wordlessly telling you to lift your hips. And you did, of course. You let him pull down your underwear, and he pulled away from the kiss so he could toss them aside. You watched as he discarded them in the direction of the tripod, and they fell to the floor after hitting the stand about a foot under the camera.

Oh, that camera. You felt the same rush whenever Peter used you as the subject of his photography. In school, he went to you first for every photography assignment he could possibly fit you into—partially because he claimed you as his inspiration, and partially because he knew how much you loved it.

You were pulled out of your haze when you felt Peter shifting his body down along the bed so he could hold his face between your legs.

A swarm of butterflies rushed from your core into your stomach when Peter pressed that first warm kiss to your centre. As if your limbs were moving without you even thinking about them, your legs interlocked behind Peter’s back and your hands latched onto his soft hair.

It seemed like he took your actions as a sort of motivation, he brought his mouth to your clit and began working it. You didn’t even have to perform for the camera; his kisses unleashed a perfectly pornographic moan from deep inside you.

God, the way he knew how to please you with just his mouth was insane. Each and every movement of his tongue or his lips was just so amazingly perfect.

You knew from the start that you wouldn’t last long, but when Peter just kept lapping at your pussy while using all the moves he had kept track of over the time you’ve been together because he knew they made you cum, of course the petit mort was almost here.

Your vision quickly became dark and you started seeing stars. Your jaw fell slack and your hands gripped your boyfriend’s hair. It was almost unbelievable how good he was at this.

And it wasn’t even close to over yet.

“Pete.” You breathed. “That was amazing.”

“Just trying to put on a good show.” He shrugged. He was acting nonchalant, but you could see his smile peeking through his lips.

He lifted himself up, and you could see his hard member straining against his boxers. It was definitely one of your favourite sights of all time.

“You want me to help you with that?” You asked happily.

And because you both knew what the answer was going to be, he just smiled back at you as he removed the little bit of fabric that was covering him.

You dragged your fingers along your own slit, picking up some of your own slick to use as lubrication, then you brought your hand up to grasp his cock as he sat beside you.

Peter inhaled deeply when you wrapped your hand around his dick, and his sounds of pleasure only increased in volume when you started to jerk him off. He definitely didn’t need the extra arousal—he was already hard as a rock from eating you out—but maybe you just wanted to build anticipation even more.

After what you felt was a sufficient amount of strokes to move him along and raise lust, you sat up and nestled yourself onto his lap. You guided him to your pussy and sank down onto him. The stretch around him was so perfect; you and Peter were both audible in proving that.

With hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you started bouncing up and down on his cock. You kept riding your boyfriend, motivated by his sweet groans close to your ear, but the task was getting somewhat tiresome. Not that it wasn’t exciting, but you felt like your energy had been largely used up by Peter eating you out.

And he clearly noticed this because he brought his hands up to your hips so he could do the hard work. He started lifting and lowering you for both your pleasures, and he did it brilliantly.

You felt Peter gradually tense up, and you knew he was almost at his climax. He twitched once, then twice, inside of you before releasing pumps of cum inside of you. He kept using you for a few pumps after he was all done, then while still inside of you, he laid you on your back and pressed a series of soft kisses on the side of your neck.

Once you had both cooled down, Peter slowly pulled out of you and reached over to the camera and stopped the recording before lying back down and cuddling with you. You hummed with his touch and thanked him quietly. He smiled back at you and interlocked your hands.

“Can we watch it together tomorrow night?” You asked.

Peter brought your hand up to his face and kissed it gently. “Of course. I’ll even promise not to touch the camera until then so I won’t see anything.”

He was too sweet. You pulled the duvet over the two of you and tucked the two of you in with the blanket.

He spoke up again. “And then I can even pick out the best shots, and we could get them framed and put them right up on the wall there.” He smiled and tapped the wall behind the headboard.

You laughed along with him, but you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea.

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t-tomuras · 11 months

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Pairing: Dabi | Touya Todoroki x F!reader

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Oral ( reader receiving ), virginity loss ( reader ), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, light biting / nipping, aftercare, if I missed anything let me know.

Notes: I havent written him in almost 2 years, Im glad its something kinda soft for my beloved @ghostbeam

“What’s a good girl like you want from a guy like me?” A teasing sentence, said with a lidded gaze and lazy smile, a half smoked cigarette half haphazardly dangling from long digits. Exhaled along with his plume of smoke before he takes another drag. You’d seen him around, lingering on the fringes of your vision seemingly everywhere you went now.

Finally approaching him after extended eye contact where neither of you chose to look away after being caught. He wasn’t shy in the slightest, his smirk and soft chuckle before looking forward again urging your feet towards him.

“What makes you think I’m so good?” Voice high and cute, higher than he’s heard before from his eavesdropping. Your smile is more alluring up close.

“I know ‘em when I see ‘em doll,” the man takes a final drag before flicking the but off his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out beneath his leather boot, “names Dabi.”

You smile, tell him your name and it feels like your fate is sealed then. Encountering him in public more frequently whether it be seeing him propped in an alleyway leisurely before you garner his attention by the call of his name or unceremoniously nudging against him. Standing close to him and following him into the parts of town you never would’ve thought to venture to before; encouraged only by the jerk of his head accompanied by his lazy smirk and lidded gaze.

Altering your everyday life after only a few short interactions, staged for you to think you’ve encountered him organically when, truthfully, Dabi had sought you out. It wasn’t hard, it was easy to figure out your routine, where you liked to frequent. You liked to visit the park often, take the scenic route on your way into town while running errands and before long you’d look to the shadows and the shade for him or any dark corners with a smile on your face.

So trusting and compliant with a virtual stranger like himself and one that never strayed too far into the sunlight, never exposed too much of his skin until you were in the deserted parts of the city with him. You’ve never asked about his burns, only if it hurts but you chewed your lip when he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger the first and only time he answered you. Pulling at the plump flesh with an intense gaze before the burning turquoise met your gaze once more with the cool breeze of his voice, “can’t feel a thing.”

Exciting and captivating you further, entranced by the enigma that he was and at first, Dabi could admit he found you fun. Engaging with you out of pure happenstance, a passing whim to continue to subtly garner your attention.

A mistake to continue to revel in it.

But he wants to be a little selfish. Can’t help it, not with how you fill any silence between you with idle chatter but it never feels bothersome. Dabi likes the sound and begins to prefer it and your company over that of the other members of the league; making up the excuse that’s why he follows you around on your mundane errands with his sunglasses on and his collar pulled high over his chin.

Unaware of the actual scope of the effect you’ve had on him until he asks you for a second time, on a random day as he sits on the floor of your bedroom while you paint his nails. “What’s a good girl like you want from a guy like me?”

He says it with his usual bored tone and you simply shrug your shoulders without looking up. Smaller fingers holding tightly to the healthy part of his hands as you carefully paint the matte black polish onto his fingernails.

Maybe you wanted to piss off your father, hell if only you knew how much he understood you there. But you, oh bringing you home he’s certain that’s something his father would have agreed was a good decision. Idly, especially when you look up momentarily to smile at him with those glittering eyes of yours, he’s more than certain his mother would have loved you before he swipes away the insidious thoughts. He has no business having them, that wasn’t a life for him anymore, nor was one he could even offer you but he’s lost in you.

Craves it the more he sneaks away to indulge in your company, morphed the desire to hear sweeter sounds. Honeyed moans and breathy sighs, his lids fluttering every time you gasp for innocent reasons only feeding the visions of himself pulling them from you provocatively. It spurs his movements now, moves his muscles as he retracts his hand from you even though you’ve barely finished the final coat to the last nail. Too far gone to back off, in too deep not to satiate his hunger he’d unknowingly cultivated.

Dabi takes the applicator from your hand and barely deposits it safely back into his home, muffling your confusion by sealing his lips over yours.

He’s kissed you before, chaste but just as spontaneous as this one; not nearly as deep and charged with intent. The way you melt so easily into him paired with the soft sound he pulls from you is the final nail in his coffin. Dabi couldn’t hold back now if he wanted to.

His body presses into yours, broad palm slipping to the small of your back as he lays you down with the other hand moves from cupping your jaw to caress the curve of your skull. Tilting you to his liking while he slots between your thighs, pressing into your center as his tongue swipes over yours greedily to earn the sweet moans that have plagued him.

But it’s when he rolls his hips into yours, when you feel his growing rigidity that you tense and push hesitantly at his chest. Dabi instantly pulls back, jared from his trance as he looks at you with darkened hues, panting for breath as he searches your features. You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to find the words but failing as the blood that roars in your ears also heats your skin. Anxious to tell him your inexperience but Dabi chuckles, leaning back and shushing you as he scoots back on your plush carpet.

“I’ve got you,” a low purr as he carefully pulls at your flimsy shorts, slow and deliberate as you raise your hips to aid him in the action, “always bite your lip when you’re nervous by the way.”

“No I don’t,” as you catch yourself performing the tell before you pinch the bridge of your nose, “shut up.”

He chuckles at that, pulling down your underwear next as he settles on his stomach. Deft digits massaging into the opposite thigh of the one his cheek now rests on, playfully blowing cool breath onto your exposed sex. Fixing you with a hungry gaze as you prop yourself onto your forearms, thighs trembling with the urge to bring your knees together.

Dabi gives a lazy grin, leaning close with a slow blink and you can feel his breath fan over you, “make me.” Only able to choke on a surprised squeak when he places a kiss to your throbbing bud before his lips wrap around it. Sucking gingerly as a tease until your head lolls back with a breathy sigh.

Goading him to turn it into a long moan like he’s desired. Flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before dropping his jaw to suck at your cunt fully. Splitting your folds with his tongue as your thighs clamp around his head, the vibrations of his low hum sending shocks of electricity up your spine and overwhelming your senses quickly. The cool feel of his staples bite into the fat of your inner thigh, adding a contrastingly delightful feel to his treatment. Fanning the flames into an inferno in your veins as your hips start to roll into his face.

Calling his name in quick babbles before long, bringing your hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet the sweet moans only for Dabi to grab at your wrist. Glaring at you over your mound as he sucks harshly at your clit in warning, forcing your lips apart in a throaty moan at the feel.

It’s when you feel his fingers tease at your entrance, prod carefully at the tight ring before slipping his ring finger in to the first knuckle that you cum for the first time. Making Dabi groan himself, eyes rolling as he continues to push into your fluttering hole. Pressing up into the velvet walls so your hips buck harshly into his mouth and out of sync with the laps of his tongue until his long digit is buried to the last knuckle.

Arching when you feel his index added just as slowly, squeezing his head again with a whimper as he scissors his fingers and twists his wrist. Drinking in the sweet taste of your cunt, your juices dribbling down his chin by the second time he brings you to release. Leaning up to push at his head, nails scratching delicately at his scalp, “Dabi, please.”

Begging for mercy or more, neither of your are sure but you’re exhausted from his treatment for certain.

“I hear ya, baby,” his voice a deeper timber, kissing your clit as he rises from between your thighs. You fall flat onto your back, chest slightly heaving as you rest. Peeking with a tilt of your head when you head the clinking of his belt buckle, watching intently as his thumbs dip into the waistband of his boxerbriefs after he’s unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.

“Enjoying the show?” Dabi tuts playfully, angling his jaw as he slips the loose material of his jeans to pool around his knees first. Dipping down and taking your lips in a kiss, letting his tongue caress yours to give you a full taste of yourself on him as he frees himself of his bottoms completely. Kicking away the jeans with a noisy clatter from his chunky belt and leaving them in a heap.

His hand slips between your bodies, grasping his shaft as his thumb spreads the beading pre from his weeping slit. Pumping languidly before aligning himself with your slit, rutting to coat himself in your wetness with a pleased hiss.

Dabi can feel you tense beneath him, gripping at his upper arm despite how you try and calm yourself. He’s confident in how he’s prepped you, you’re certain he’d take care of you.

But the repeated reassurance is welcomed, appreciated, “relax. I’ve got you.” Whispered between peppered kisses more than once.

“I know you do,” you respond quietly, letting your arms loop around his neck when you feel the fat tip prod at your still fluttering entrance. He kisses you more insistently as he presses forward, lips hard against yours as he distracts you from the initial stretch. Rutting his hips short and slowly to have you adjust to the size but he does well in having you focus on the pull of your hair. The scrape of his nails carefully at your scalp, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before he’s bottomed out in you.

Unable to withhold the relieved groan at the snug fit, at the way your walls squeeze and pulse around his cock and you’re glad for it. It makes your heart soar that you feel as good for him as he does for you. You both share the thought, it means more than simply physically but that’s something for later on down the road.

Dabi’s thighs tremble after a long moment, waiting for you to give him permission to please the both of you with bated breath. Kissing at your jaw and throat, nipping at your earlobe with his hands firmly holding your hips when you pull your hips back testingly. Not moving very far with the way his weight pushes you into the floor but it’s enough to make him hiss.

You repeat the motion and Dabi mirrors you but with an obviously experienced angle. Exhaling a shaky breath while you moan long and sweet into his ears before he sets his pace. Slow at first until you begin to meet his thrusts, your legs wrapping around his hips to push your heel into the back of his thigh. “More Dabi, more.”

And he’s always been a man eager to please, hastening the rut of his hips until each clap of skin is interrupting a moan instead of punctuating it.

"Are...you ok? Is this pace good enough?" Panting with his effort and through the pleasure he feels, a lazy grin spreading on his lips as you nod emphatically while you clutch to him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop baby please,” gasped and pitchy, music to his heats, his sac tightening with his impending climax.

The hand that’s rested firmly on your hip now pushes you into each thrust now as you build to you both build to blissful rapture, singing his name in a sinful hymn. One Dabi finds he’ll fall to his knees for often to hear if you’ll let him. Spilling into you after his finally pointed thrust tips you over the edge, squeezing him tightly as your cunt pulses in time with the waves of euphoria that wash over you.

Dabi thrusts into you lazily, hips slowing to a halt while he sighs in relief. Tacky with sweat and the room feels warm from the coupling but he still wants to be close to you. Withdrawing his spent cock from you and chuckling when a small whimper sounds in your throat as if you weren’t twitching with each of his final rolls a moment prior.

He leans back in his haunches as you untangle yourself from him. Lying on your back as Dabi massaged his thumbs into your hips to soothe any soreness.

“Feeling alright baby?” He asks even as he watches how the tension leaves your features before you nod to him with a pretty sigh and a tired smile on your lips.

Head lolling to the side to watch him as his hands move to your thighs. Repeating the action idly to both appendages before he moves to get dressed. Gathering your clothes and then his own, lying on his side next to you after only slipping on his underwear. Reaching for your phone when you scoot closer to tuck into his chest.

Lying quietly with him as he mindlessly scrolls through your socials with his free hand drawing indistinguishable patterns into your back. Wondering to yourself how a great guy like himself could ever think he’s bad for you.

#vixen drabbles #dabi x you #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya x reader #touya x you #touya smut #touya todoroki smut #touya todoroki x reader

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clintbartonswife · 8 months

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: You’d think that surviving a near-death experience together would have a bonding effect, but I guess you thought wrong. Whumptober prompt # 5 : debris Whumptober prompt # 10 : stranded Whumptober prompt #15 : makeshift bandages / suppressed suffering / 'im fine' Notes: graphic descriptions of injuries, excessive swearing (give them a break, they’re stranded), some suggestive comments/language, enemies to lovers (oop) masterlist || part one

You swore under your breath as you walked, stumbling every now and then as your feet dragged against the uneven floor, cursing every power you could think of. By the time you had reached the shore, you had done everything short of screaming ‘why abandon me with him?’ to the sky.

Some stubborn part of you wanted to find a way to stay away from Steve, set up your own camp and tell him to fuck off when he came crawling back for help. Realistically, you knew that he had all the supplies with him and that you wouldn’t survive too long with a still-open wound, but the fantasy made you slightly happier.

Your attention focused on the palm trees providing slithers of shade, a few coconuts scattered across the sand.

“Take that, you prick.” you muttered with a grin, “Not so useless, huh.”

Kneeling down, you reached to pick one up, flinching as your arm throbbed. The makeshift bandage had done its’ job admirably, but the fabric had turned heavy, ruddy brown crust clinging to the sides.

“Okay, ew.” Wincing, you started to unravel the bandage, hissing as it pulled at the sore broken skin.

You thought about going back for help, quickly dismissing it. You didn't want to appear weak. The desperate part of your brain started searching for another way - stomach dropping as it screeched to an all-or-nothing conclusion: cauterisation.

“Fuck it all to hell.”

Using the fallen branches from the palm trees, you created a pile of kindling, using your survival training - you’d apologise for whining about it to Clint later - to start a flame. As the fire grew, you walked back over to the stream.

Gritting your teeth, you knelt down, splashing some of the clear water on the wound. As the red washed down your arm, you scanned the shore for any sort of metal, quickly finding a piece of the quinjet that had washed ashore from the wreckage.

You now stood over the roaring fire, holding a broken off segment of the quinjet wing in the flames. As the end began to glow a fierce orange, you took a steadying breath.

There was no avoiding the fact that this was going to hurt like a bitch.

“Just do it,” you huffed, trying to hype yourself up with a few jumps. “Just press it on. It’s not that hard. It’s fine!”

You took a few more quick breaths, placing a stick in your mouth and clenching your eyes shut as you pushed the hot part on to the open wound. Your muffled screams and shouts did nothing to abate the pain, spitting out the stick to facilitate for the torrent of swearing that came out of your mouth.

The smell of cooking flesh made you gag, throwing the metal into the sand and racing back over to the river, submerging your arm in the cool water as quickly as humanly possible.

“That was so much worse than I could’ve thought” you groaned, spare hand curling into a fist as you willed yourself to stay conscious. Passing out was not going to help your case with Steve.

You stayed there until the pain dulled, moving to sit in front of the fire to dry off. Knowing that it needs to be covered, you ripped off another line from your t-shirt, wrapping it around the wound once it had sufficiently dried off.

The sun began to dip, shadows elongating along the beach, signalling that you needed to get back to Steve before it was too dark to see. You put out the fire, grabbing a few of the coconuts and following the stream back to the clearing.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He asked, eyes narrowed as you re-entered the clearing.

“Well, don’t jump up to help. For someone pretending to care you didn’t exactly go looking, did you?”

He scoffed, “Was that some pathetic attempt to get my attention?”

Eyebrows flying upwards, you dropped the coconuts to your feet and threw your arms out. “Newsflash, asshole! We’re stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere! I don’t need to beg for your attention because I’m the only motherfucker unfortunate enough to be stuck here with you!”

“Not so loud -”

“No! I can shout as much as I want because there’s no one here! I’m sorry if you had much rather I drowned in the ocean, but I didn’t. You were the idiot who saved me, so I’m sorry if I’m inconveniencing you by being here, but that is entirely your fault.”

“Shut up!”

You rolled your eyes, huffing angrily as you crossed your arms. “For your information, Captain, I was out finding food. Which is more than I can say for you.”

Steve’s eyebrow twitched at the elongated nickname, shoulders tensing. “I made a fire.”

You clapped, slowly and sarcastically. “Wow. My hero.”

“Don’t sit by it then. Freeze for all I care.”

“If that’s how you wanna play it, fine. Don’t even think of touching my coconuts.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, swiping the pocket knife from the pile and retreating to a corner.

“Last thing on my mind.”

Silence settled over the two of you as the sun finally set, uncomfortable and cold, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and the noise of knife on wood.

You were whittling a stick to a point, needing it to crack open the coconut shell. There was something satisfyingly cathartic about the repetitive moments, soothing the anger that had filled you. Without it acting as a distraction, you were suddenly very aware of the hunger and thirst that you were feeling.

Tongue sticking out the side of your mouth slightly, you brought the coconut down onto the sharp point, hissing as the jolted movement caused pain to flash through your arm. Swearing under your breath, you hugged the injured arm to your chest, attempting to hold the coconut in one hand.

You struggled to grip it for a few moments, Steve letting out an aggravated sigh from across the clearing, stomping over. Before you could register what was happening, he grabbed the coconut out of your hands and ripped it open. Some coconut water splashed to the ground, Steve managing to save the majority of it.

“Watching that was pathetic.” He sneered, handing you the two halves.

Your jaw ticked, withholding angry words at his attitude, instead settling for a blunt thank you.

You placed one half on the floor, careful not to spill any further water, bringing the other half up to your lips. Your eyes closed in relief as the cool liquid soothed your throat, swapping it out for the other and repeating your actions.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Steve staring at you thirstily, eyes tracking a droplet of water that had fallen from your lips and was slowly making its way down the curve of your neck. The droplet eventually absorbed into your shirt, Steve ripping his eyes away and focusing intently on the fire.

The back of your neck felt hot as you used the penknife to cut into the flesh of the coconut, eating the meat methodically. After a while, you could feel his eyes return to you.

Desperate to avert the heat of his stare, you grabbed one of the unopened coconuts and threw it at him. He caught it easily, eyebrow raised in question.

“Payment,” you stated, “for opening the other one for me.”

He hummed, leaning back slightly and cracking it open above his mouth to avoid any spilled water. You couldn’t help but stare as he licked his lips clean, diverting your attention back to your own coconut as he straightened his back.

A shiver punched through you - whether it was from the sudden tension or the dropping temperature, you weren’t entirely sure.

“You can...” he trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly, voice harder the next time he spoke. “There’s no point freezing to death. I don’t want to deal with the paperwork if you die on me out here.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Your sarcastic drawl was hard to miss, but you moved closer, letting out a small sigh of relief at the warmth emanating from the flames.

The silence settled once again, feeling significantly less hostile than just minutes before. You hugged your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees.

“Do you think... will they be looking for us?”

You internally winced at the vulnerability in your words, refusing to look up at Steve for comfort.

“The quinjet sends a honing signal when it takes damage. It’s been... roughly six hours.” He moved, adding another few sticks to the fire. “The rescue team should reach our general area by tomorrow - then they’ll just need to scan the islands.”

You finally looked up, connecting your eyes to his. “So tomorrow we should be home?”

“Tomorrow we should be home.”

You nodded, flashing him a small smile and shuffling slightly closer to the fire.

Now fully bathed in the light of the flames, Steve’s eyes narrowed, locked on to your arm. “Your - the blood is gone.”

You shrugged, “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

He crowded towards you, grabbing your injured arm. “What did you do?”

You tried to pull your arm away from him, “I sorted it out.”

He began to unwrap the makeshift bandage, eyes widening at the sight of the irritated warped skin. “When did you -”

“Steve, seriously.” You finally managed to rip your arm from his hands, “Leave it alone. What’s done is done.”

“Cauterising yourself - if it was that bad you should’ve come to me!”

“So what? So you could berate me some more? Call me an idiot and to get over myself?”

“If you were that hurt -”

“I knew I could fix it and I did. I stopped the bleeding, and I didn’t pass out, did I? I. Sorted. It. Out.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, actually, I’m not. Even despite your many attempts at making sure that I am!”

“Y/n -”

“God, why do you hate me so much!” You shouted, “I am plenty capable to be part of this team - my records are shining, I can hold my own in a fight -”

“Listen to me -”

“I just cant understand what I have done to make you hate me so goddamn much! Everytime I think you might actually have a heart you turn around and just -”

He surged forwards, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasped despite yourself, hands latching on to his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself in the moment. His hands dug into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer.

You kissed until your lungs burned, begging for air.

As you pulled away, you dropped your forehead to rest on his heaving chest, scrambled brain trying to make sense of what just happened.

“I dont -”

He shushed you gently, using his index finger to lift your chin up, reconnecting your eyes. “I don’t think you’re incompetent. Seeing you in the field... it kills me. I - you make me crazy. I struggle to think of anything other than the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh - the curves of your body...”

“Steve -”

“You drive me insane. The only way I could think to handle it was to push you away. I - I never meant to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me for help.”

You searched his eyes for any sign of a lie, only finding unwavering truth shining back at you. Slapping his chest, you frowned at him. “If you ever speak to me in that way again -”

“I won’t.”

You held the gaze for a few more moments before your eyes dropped down to his lips. Sensing the unasked question, he moved to reconnect your lips once more.

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tags: (lets just try to ignore how long ago the first part was posted lmao)

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#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #x reader #captain america #enemies to lovers #steve rogers whump #steve rogers fic #marvel

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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hi!! im the one who sent this

and id like to request a oneshot with brahms since he's definitely my fav <3 something with like y/n being a sexy husband and brahms like totally obsessed with him

not rlly smut but maybe like some thoughts about y/n from brahms lol

ur response to my last ask made me wanna ask: who's your favorite slasher/character? just curious 🤭

Brahms Heelshire with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Authors Note: I have a lot of favorites at the moment, but currently Patrick Bateman has been on my mind alottttt.

"Hello," You spoke to the nanny, as she stared at you in awe, wondering who in the world you were. "I was just simply making Brahms a meal..." You uttered with a polite smile, taking the tray of food you finished making, your lean body twitching back slightly, as you were currently shirtless with an apron covering your chest and stomach.

But it did give Greta a view of your back muscle, she couldn't help but stare at the food in awe, "Are...you the chef?" She muttered confused, you simply shook your head, "Oh, not at all, I'm married to Brahms, his parents treat him like a child because he's a brat most of the time..." You grumbled out, disliking how his parent's barely paid any attention to him and treated him like a complete child, it also got on Brahms's nerves at times.

"I--" Greta was baffled, were you actually married to a doll??? Greta stepped forward looking down at the delicious food, if it was really going to such waste, can't she say she was supposed to deliver it and then eat it?

"I can...take it there if you want." As she spoke these words she didn't realize the danger looming in the walls, looking at her with hatred and jealousy for stalking so close to his husband.

A loud and intent bang was heard, nearly causing Greta to fall on the floor in surprise, but quickly caught herself midair, she stared at you with worry and disbelief.

"Seems Brahms doesn't like you getting too close, I'll deliver it." You spoke brushing passed the Nanny, taking your body and food forward to Brahms and your shared room, which was much bigger and cozy than Brahm's old one.

As you made your way into the house, you finally made it towards the room, you opened it, to see Brahms already there, the doll set away on the rocking chair as the real Brahms was on the bed, his eyes deadly set on you.

Making your way over, you leaned over to Brahms offering him the meal, he eagerly took it, his eyes going back to your apron, watching as you loosely undid it letting it fall to the floor.

"It got a bit hot while cooking, I didn't know the nanny was over so--" You were cut off by Brahms throwing his food to the floor, and standing up, You were taller than him, so when he stood up it wasn't as threatening as it could have been, his hand started to roam around your body, as he lifted his porcelain mask up and bit, and started to fluttered out kisses on your naked upper body.

He began to kiss, and make hickeys and bite marks as if trying to put his claim on you like a feral animal would.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling, did you not like me talking to the nanny?" You teased, ruffling your hand on his hair, as he bit down on your flesh a little too hard drawing a bit of blood before lapping it up with his tongue.

'Mine, mine, mine,' Brahms thought as he stared into your eyes with his own after finishing biting and creating hickeys on your body, sure Brahms liked the nanny but he wasn't willing to share anything with her that included you, not even the food you make, it was for him to eat or throw away as he pleased.

'Shes... she's not the one getting fucked by [Name]!' his thoughts continued as he began to calm down, realizing that you were only his, and if anyone tried anything he would just clasp his hands around their necks and snap it.

"Husband..." Brahms spoke out in his husky normal voice, putting his mask back on properly before stuffing his face into your neck, and pulling you into a hug.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x male reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire imagine #slasher #slasher x male reader #male reader #Brahms x male reader

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anglbrkr · 2 years

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Breakfast [Orc/AFAB Male Reader] 🔞

Breakfast

Man I love orcs

Content Warning: Afab genitalia vocab but mainly anal, forced marriage, past noncon and present dubcon, free use, enslavement (✊🏾), monsterfucking, anal with no lube, pain during the act, mind break, sex and sex and pain and sex and yeah, also my bad attempt at this weird scottish or pirate accent, im sorry scotts and pirates

You know the drill

3.4k works

[N] no longer flinches when he feels the orc’s large hand grope at his body. Rather, his eyes flutter half mast, biting his lower lip each time the orc’s thick fingers dig into his arse, sighing softly as they’re kneaded and spread apart through the fabric of his loin cloth.

A month or three prior, he would’ve jumped, desperate to move away from his captor’s touch, and his eyes would brim with tears each time Valen would force him back into place, wincing when a harsh slap would meet his behind as punishment. It’s odd how much can change in a number of weeks.

The elven lad discarded cooking utensils, his arms against the counter as he pushes his behind farther into the orc’s rough hand, gyrating his hips ever so slightly. His mind becomes fuzzy each time as if he’s been conditioned to respond to Valen’s touch, mouth falling open to let out small whines. A quiver runs down [N]'s spine as the orc's thick fingers press against his sensitive opening. He looks up at the ceiling as Valen presses a finger inside the tight ring, curling it just enough to give [N] some sense of relief.

"Good mornin', love," Valen's lips press against his ear, his voice deep and raspy, his morning breath evident. "Woke up before me, eh?" His thick finger unhurriedly pulls out before pushing back in, his other hand working its magic between [N]'s thighs.

[N] moans, panting heavily, head hanging forward against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Valen moves slowly, his motions slow, teasing [N] as his mate closes his eyes to enjoy the ride.

"Yer such a good little wife, aren't ya? Preparin' breakfast without having me ask," Valen hums, pulling out completely only to push another finger in. "Such a sweet young thing."

[N] shifts uncomfortably at Valen calling him that—his wife. It wasn't supposed to go like this, or so he thought. He moans weakly, shivering under the assault, his shoulders hunching forward and his legs crossing over one another. Not long ago he was home with his father, chief of the village, preparing for a celebratory feast. One of their merchants had struck gold, making a fine deal with a dwarven man, and shared her wealth with his father, who then shared it with everyone else. It was fantastic, farms were being reinforced, new homes were being built, and it truly seemed like they would have a prosperous year…

He finds himself leaning further backward and letting out a quiet whimper, closing his eyes tightly, willing away what lies ahead. The grips [N]'s hip and pushes him closer to the counter. His insides still ache from the evening before, there were even bruises to remind him. If anything, [N] has become accustomed to the soreness since the first time Valen took him. Valen's seed from last night is still snug inside him, and the orc takes advantage of [N]'s slick flesh.

[N]'s knees hit the edge of the countertop, his feet dangling as Valen grinds his groin into [N]'s ass. At this point, the elf's loincloth is untethering itself, revealing a hint of his nether region. [N] lets out a squeak as his buttocks clench around the intruder.

"W-what about breakfast," the elf stutters, looking back at Valen as he works the third finger in, stretching him wider and deeper. "You should eat something while you're awake," he adds with a pout.

Rather than answer, Valen rolls [N] over, turning their positions to have [N]'s back lying flat against the countertop. Save for the cloth wrapped around his chest, the elven lad is bare before the orc, all of his body laid bare for Valen's gaze.

As Valen drops the loose end of [N]'s loincloth to the floor, [N] folds his hands together across his stomach and clenches his eyes shut, trying to prepare for the worst.

"Breakfast can wait, lad," Valen places his near-hard manhood against the elven lad’s thigh, "I woke up this morning, harder than a rooster, and yer weren't there." With a wicked grin, Valen smirks down at [N] and leans close, kissing his cheek. "So I decided to come find ye myself…"

His words send a thrill through [N]'s body, despite his reluctancy and reluctance of Valen. The elven by’s face heats up, nodding, giving him another small smile. He had been trained well to obey and please the orc, his own body betraying him and reacting to Valen's presence. Even after a month of captivity, [N] knows he cannot refuse his orc captor.

"Ahhh…love," Valen kisses [N] again, pressing his face into the elf's shoulder, his hand cupping the back of [N]'s neck. His hair tickles the orc’s nose, his warm scent intoxicating. Valen wraps his fingers gently around the elven lad’s wrist, holding his arm firmly as the orc presses [N] deeper onto the countertop. "I could never stay away from that hole of yers," he murmurs, sliding his blunt organ along [N]'s slit and pinching the base, making sure the elf is aware he plans to penetrate [N] later. "Nay," Valen shakes his head in amusement, "I think we'll save that for tonight." [N] bites lightly at his bottom lip as the orc continues to stroke him, memories of the night before flashing into his mind. Valen stops his ministrations and draws back, giving the elf a moment of reprieve.

The orc stands tall, towering above [N] as he reaches down, petting the elven lad’s head, and stroking his scalp with rough fingertips. Then with a nod, Valen gives him a command. [N] rises to his feet, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Come here, love," Valen commands quietly. [N] raises his head, looking up towards Valen, who bends down and grabs the strap of [N]'s loincloth from the floor. With a tenderness the elf isn't yet used to, he tethers the long fabric back onto [N], tying it securely.

This action alone sends a spark of fire through [N]'s body, and though the orc plays with him during the day, the harshest touches are nothing compared to Valen's soft caresses. Though there’s no ignoring Valen's rough nature, [N] find himself craving his affectionate side. And lately, he seems to be getting more of what he wants.

It doesn't help that [N] hasn't had any time to get accustomed to Valen's attention; every minute spent with his master is filled with either chores or pleasuring. There is very little left for [N] to do besides sleep, dream, and spend time with the orcs—but he can’t even find the time to do that, not with Valen’s demands needing to be met quickly. He watches the orc leave the kitchen, taking a deep, thoughtful breath before turning to the counter, and resuming with the breakfast. Today will likely go as all days do, serving under Valen, cleaning the house, running errands, and doing as Valen pleases until he makes his next demand.

In the center of the kitchen is a firepit, where he does most of the cooking, a large bowl sits over the fire, the smell of mutton filling the air. [N] throws in various spices and a few chopped vegetables, mixing everything with wooden paddles. Orcish meals mainly consist of meat, but the elven lad adds his own taste to them. He uses the opportunity to add fruits, herbs, roots, and mushrooms, along with bread, which he kneads each day with his own hands. Valen seems to be open-minded about their differing diets, bringing back items like cheese, rice, and fish, most of these ingredients are found in the surrounding mountains, but never in orcish shops.

Once [N] has finished stirring the meal, he sets it aside in an iron pot to simmer while he prepares his plate. He cracks a dragon egg into his stew and stirs the contents carefully to mix. As if by instinct, the dragon eggs' blue-tinted shell absorbs the reddish hue of the lamb stew, making both sides almost identical.

He takes his and Valen's dishes to the dining room upstairs, wincing at the light from the open windows. The curved and rounded walls are decorated with the Warlord's trophies and weapons, though [N]'s managed to add his own taste, placing vases of flowers on each surface, and greenery by the windows. He places the plates on the large, circular table, and two chairs next to each other. After returning to the kitchen and fetching some ale and bread, [N] settles onto his chair.

Dust catches the light of the open window, floating lazily to settle on the wood grain of the floor. He watches these particles swirl about before focusing on the ceiling, watching the sun stream in behind the roof and illuminate the hallways outside.

The stairs leading to the dining room creaked, and Valen walked in, properly dressed for the day, a leather vest over his torso and trousers tucked tightly into his boots. His arms were adorned with many rings, and he wore a heavy chain wrapped around his waist. He plopped down beside [N], taking a hearty bite of his own food, humming in appreciation.

"Leave it to my lil' wife to feed me so well," Valen grins.

[N] smiles softly, head buzzing from the praise. The elven lad finds it odd how despite the rape and abuse the orc had inflected on him in the beginning, the two somehow manage to have such mundane and soft moments.

Breakfast goes on, though, a familiar hand pressed on [N]'s thigh, caressing his flesh. Soon enough, the orc approaches the end of his meal, and Valen tugs hard at the hem of the young elf's loincloth pulling [N] to stand. He nods once, already knowing whats to come.

With a wide smile, Valen pats [N] on his buttock and wordlessly instructs him to strip off his clothes. Face warm, [N] undoes the binding of his loincloth, letting it fall from his hips and thighs, exposing his bare flesh to his master as Valen admires the elf's skin. Even after such harsh treatment from the orc, Valen never once refused him proper meals or warm baths, no matter how many bruises decorate [N]’s skin, he always has a healthy glow. Next, to come off was the cloth wrapped around his chest, pulled away, revealing his slight chest.

Valen walks around [N] and inspects the goods, running his fingers lightly over [N]'s belly before coming to rest against the underside of [N]'s right breast. He presses there with his finger, massaging the sensitive area slowly before leaning forward and biting gently into the nipple. It aches sharply but [N] remains silent, waiting patiently for Valen's actions to stop.

His heart races, pounding furiously in his chest. After a moment passes, he can feel Valen release the pressure from his nipples and pull away. However, Valen continues to stare at [N]'s chest, lifting the elven lad to the table, and moving the plates aside.

[N] gasps, feeling the orc's large hand spread his thighs apart, his soft lips spreading with them, causing [N] to shudder. Once again Valen studies the sight before him, his eyes roaming all over [N]'s body. The orc's eyes drifted back down to the elven lad's moist inner thighs. He looks up at [N]'s face, practically feeling the warmth they radiate, causing a short chuckle to escape him.

With great haste, Valen kneels down and pushes his mouth between [N]’s thighs, tasting the sweet nectar the eleven lad produces. The tip of his rough tongue licks up his slit, pressing between them to feel the smoothness of [N]'s bud, incircling it, tasting his own semen from last night as it dribbles out in small globs. The orc places a wet kiss directly atop [N]'s clit, and the elf shivers beneath his touch.

Guiltily, [N] has to admit he looks forward to mornings like this, where Valen's slimy tongue plays with between his legs, the orc's tusks pressing into the lad's inner thighs, forcing his legs further open with each stroke.

When Valen finally pulls his mouth away from [N]'s nethers, leaving his clit throbbing painfully, [N] lets out a low moan of pleasure as Valen's large finger presses against his entrance, probing just inside. Slowly he begins to push it deeper, stretching [N]'s hole until only half of the finger remains within. He draws back a short distance before repeating the same action. Each time he does so, [N] softly cries out as Valen penetrates him more deeply.

After five strokes, Valen stops abruptly and pulls the hand away, leaving [N] panting and shaking with need. [N] bites his lip to keep from making any sound; he knows Valen is getting ready to violate him again.

"Time for the real breakfast," the orc whispers, more to himself than [N]. He undoes the belt of his trousers, drawing forth his massive manhood from within, it's almost the size of the lad's thigh, so thick that it can't even hold itself when erect, instead requiring the orc’s assistance. Vien's bulge out around it, and [N]'s breath catches in his throat as he sees the orc's cock twitch and grow thicker under Valen's hands. He pumps it once, the foreskin sensually sliding across the bulbous head. Finally releasing his tool, Valen sets it at the base of [N]'s pelvis, lining up the shaft with [N]'s entrance. The elven lad softly throws his head back as it slides between his folds, aching for release as the orc’s precome decorates his thighs.

"Ya want me yer arse? Or that tight cunt of yers," the warlord teases, watching [N] drool over the sight of his cock. The head of his tool lowers further down and Valen lets out a low sigh, feeling [N]’s cheeks part at the size of his cock. This doesn’t go unnoticed by his little mate, who shudders at the thought.

[N] bites his lower lip, raising his hips. "M-my arse.." he mumbles quietly.

His fingers grip at the soft cloth that covers the table, the head of the orc’s cock streatching past his spintcher with no hesitation whatsoever, making [N] cringe a little bit as it enters him completely. He holds back a pained moan, eyes fluttering rapidly as the orc's cock stretches him further, slipping halfway into the lad’s rectum. Yet another inch gone, [N] can tell Valen is enjoying himself immensely now, his breath is heavy and his eyes are trained on the way [N] envelopes him like a glove. Perhaps it is meant for this reason alone.

Valen's thumb generously yet roughly massages [N]'s clit as he pushes himself further into the elven lad's rectum, splitting him wide open with ease, eliciting squeals and moans from the lad as he gets used to Valen's monster prick stretching him wider, his walls desperately trying to hold on to their contents while Valen relentlessly drives himself deeper and harder into the elven lad’s bowels.

Within minutes, Valen is fully seated within [N]'s arse, and [N]'s entire body quakes violently, small tears running down his cheeks as a burning sensation settles into his stomach, causing involuntary jerking motions to occur deep within his core. As if sensing [N] discomfort, Valen's thumb increases its pace on the elven lad's bud, pressing down on it to even out the pain.

He moves his other hand around behind the elf, gripping tightly onto [N]s hip to steady himself as he thrusts into him. A few moments later, [N] finds himself holding his own buttocks apart for Valen, easing his discomfort. Yet the act of freely offering himself in such a vile manner causes [N] to shudder, his insides clenching reflexively around Valens enormous organ.

This does not go unnoticed by Valen.

"Loving this, aren't ya," he huffs, his voice gruff and thick with desire. "Aye, my love…" Valen growls lowly into [N]s ear before shifting his weight and bringing his hand down firmly upon [N]'s left shoulder. Almost immediately the elf feels Valens balls press into him as he drives himself deeper still, his movements becoming swift and deliberate now that he has gained some momentum. Soon enough he is slamming into [N] hard, driving his large member deep inside the elf's ass before pulling back out before pushing in again. Over and over again Valen pounds into [N]'s rear end, grunting with satisfaction as he watches the elf wince in pain or pleasure.

[N]'s eyes permanently roll inside of their sockets, feeling the orc's cock rapidly press against something deep inside him, sending waves of electric shocks throughout his nerves. He can feel every movement of the orc's muscles move through his spine, his hands clenched tightly at the cloth, his legs trembling beneath him as Valens cock plows repeatedly into his anus.

The steady and hard rhythm is nothing short of hypnotizing, all prior thoughts trickling out, the eleven lad isn't even sure he remembers his own name. All that matters is the sharp jabs of pain or blissful ecstasy that reverberate through his mind, pulsating down his body and triggering hidden reactions within. When he can think of anything else besides Valen's large cock plunging into his gut, [N] focuses solely on controlling these sensations, seeking to avoid injury at any cost.

"Mmnnhhh.." [N] whines softly when Valen leans close to whisper in his ears. His words vibrates along [N]s neck as he speaks low and husky in [N]s ear, using his free hand to rub a bruise on [N]'s wrist caused by his constant twisting about the room in order to get comfortable.

"Can you even understand me, lad?" A teasing laugh escapes Valen's mouth, his lips pressed close to [N]'s pointed ears. "You've been jabbering nothin’ but nonsense," Valens tone growing serious once more. He turns to look straight ahead, ignoring [N] for a brief second while he attempts to catch his breath, "I have to know what I'm doing right."

"Yes.. 's good," [N] replies lowley, hoping Valen won't notice how much he had to force the word through swollen lips. It hurts too much otherwise. "Be gentle... just a little.. please..." he adds submissively.

"I can't 'ere you, lad," the orc taunts, squeezing [N]'s shoulder tighter for emphasis. "If ya ain't gonna talk properly then don't bother." With those words, Valen picks up more speed, if that was even possible, a rhythmic smacking sound echoing through the dining area, soon joined by [N]'s gasps of pain interspersed with pleasurable moans.

He can feel it, feel the head of Valen's cock press against his stomach, causing a noticeable bulge on his skin, feel Valens cock pulse and swell within him, filling him entirely with each forceful plunge. Valen's hips begin to bounce in rhythm with his thrusts, pounding the lad's flesh mercilessly. Each impact sends jolts of searing agony and pleasure radiating downward, breaking [N] momentarily from whatever strange spell Valen's brutal sodomization has placed him under. He tries to speak again—but there's no air to fill his lungs with, his body shudders involuntarily as an orgasm rips through his system, warm liquids pouring out of his folds and onto Valen's thrusting cock, his insides tightening as his sensitive clit throbs uncontrollably.

Valen groans loudly, feeling the lad squeeze harshly as he orgasms and begins to rut into him, chasing his own pleasure, thrusting faster and deeper with each stroke. His arms slide over [N]s shoulders and chest, both of them gripped securely as Valen continues to hammer into him relentlessly, his loins writhing with lust and excitement as [N]'s inner muscles ripple and contract around his invading appendage.

The orc's moan echoes throughout the dining area, his seed erupting deep into [N]'s bowels, hot spurts jetting out of the orc's cock with ever-increasing intensity until [N] is completely filled by Valens semen. As he continues to chase his pleasure, his semen escapes [N]'s bowels, coating Valens groin in viscous fluids and the floor below them.

Moments later, his cock slowly slides from [N]’s abused hole, a stream of his semen eager to exit. Valen snorts as he watches the elven lad try to regain his breath, his hips still shaking.

“Don’t die on me, now,” he teases, taking him by the shoulders to sit up. A whine leaves his lips, his body unbelievably slack. Using his left hand to steady himself, [N] cringes as his fingers touch his plate, the cold mush that was once is breakfast between his fingernails.

#''fantastic breakfast love. now what do you have planned for lunch dinner and my midnightsnack eh?''#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #orc x male reader #orc x human #orc x reader #terato #mons

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ares--athena · 1 year

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Poly- Johnny Cade x Ponyboy Curtis x Fem! Soc Reader

Summary- It's Christmas Time and You Are Out of Town for Christmas Day. But That Doesn't Stop You From Getting Your Boys Christmas Gifts, Including the Gang

Disclaimer- Using the time where the movie came out and Dally not Johnny died. Reader is given the names Cleo

CHRISTMAS DAY- 1983 8:32 am

Ponyboy Curtis POV

"WAKE UP EVERYONE ITS CHRISTMAS!" I woke up next to Johnny and to Soda's and Steve's shouting. "What is that?" Johnny mumbled. "Soda acting 9 and Steve encouraging it." Trying to go back to sleep was not an option given the fact that if Steve and Soda woke up Dally everyone was being woken up. "How long do you think we got till Dally comes in?" Johnny mumbled voice filled with sleep. "Not long since he's in the living room." Then came Dally in the flesh. "Get up, If I have to deal with them so do you." He said annoyed and tired before leaving. "Jesus what time is it?" Johnny asked. "Too damn early." "Come on get up before Dally comes to drag us out." I told him. "Yeah yeah, When's Cleo back from her trip?" He asked sitting up rubbing sleep from his eyes. "The 28 or 27 I don't remember." Christmas was never a big thing at our house, we never had much money but now we had even less so I never expected much but sitting in the living room with the gang. Me and Johnny were last to get up and sat on the floor next to Two. Darry was in the kitchen making everyone breakfast while Dally was complaining about being woken up early. Yeah this is all I needed.

December 27-1983 11:57 am

Cleo Rodgers Point of View

As rich as it might sound I hated leaving town. Most people would be grateful to get out of a town like Tulsa but I loved the people; two in particular. I would rather stay with Pony than be judged and talked about by my family. "When are you getting a boyfriend?" , "Why don't you have a boyfriend" , "You'd have a boyfriend if you wore more dresses." , "If you acted more ladylike boys would flock to you" yada yada yada god it's sickening. Can't exactly tell my grandmother I have two boyfriends I love more than anything in the world or she's have a stroke;which might not be the worst thing. When my family arrived home the show had really piled up here. I went inside to grab my bag so I could stay at the Curtis's along with my hat and due to how cold it was. I tried to get the whole gang five gifts it took the last four months of my paychecks but it's gonna be so worth it. "Bye Mom going over to a friends be back tomorrow!" I called out but I should have known it wasn't going to be so easy. "What friend Cleo?" She asked me. "Ponyboy mom you know him the one in my English class that skipped a grade." I told her thinking she'd remember. "Not ringing any bells." "The one that liked your peach cobbler mom." "Oh that sweet boy oh. Ok go on now before you let my hot air out." It took a while to get all thirty five gifts in my car but it'll be worth seeing their faces. My friends deserve these gifts more than any people in the world. I even convinced my parents not to stay another night like they wanted so I could see my boys asap. I pulled up to Darry's car in the driveway so I knew they were here. I grabbed a few gifts and made my way to the door. Before I even had a chance to open it; Pony was at the door with a big ass smile on his face. "Hi" was all I got out before he gave me a hug making me almost drop the gifts. "Baby I have gifts please don't break them." "You brought gifts." "Of course I did." "There are more in my car I have to get the" before he cut me off. "I'll get them don't worry about it." "You sure? theres a lot." "Im sure put those under the tree." He told me. I took my shoes that were covered in snow off along with my coat and hat. "Pony who was at the door!" I heard Soda shout. Coming into the kitchen, "Just me." Several voices called back "Welcome back." "Come on I brought gifts for everyone." When I came back into the living room Pony was closing the door and taking his shoes off setting down last group of gifts. He didn't say anything just brought me in for a hug. I heard him whisper, "You didn't have to do all this, but thank you." I didn't think a reply was necessary. Hearing the rest of the gang come in we pulled apart. "You got all this?" Darry asked. "Yeah, left over money here and there from the past couple of months. What are you waiting for open them." I sat on the floor next to Pony and Johnny came to sit by us. He tested his head on my shoulder. "Thank you." He said and kissed my cheek. "Your welcome babe." I don't think I've seen the gang happier than now. This time with my friends is all I need for Christmas even if it is a few days late.

#the outsiders #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade x fem reader #johnny cade x ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x fem reader #dallas winston #two bit mathews #darrel curtis #sodapop curtis

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tuxedokit-thoughts · 7 months

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i want to kill myself

im not going to, but mom says i should write my feelings out. says itll help me feel better

and. i mean. i know its worked before. i have this whole thing to prove it

see even just tryping that much helped a little. at least enough that ny urges are back in the harm territory and not in yhe kill territory. which isnt great. but. yknow. ill take what i can get? i guess?

i dont know anymore. it feels like theres this gaping hole in my chest, and everything i have and everything i am is just pouring and pouring and pouring out of it until there is nothing. i dont want to be nothing.

but maybe it would be easier than this

i hardly got out of bed today. i didnt get dressed, i only ate because my brother was so gracious as to bring me a bowl of canned chicken noodle soup. he put a little rosemary in it, "to make it fancy," he said. it wasnt perfection, but it was the best goddamn soup i had ever tasted in that moment. he used the last clean bowl for it. its his favourite too, a kirby themed ramen bowl with holes for chopsticks and everything.

chicken noodle isnt even my favourite soup. fi think its just. how loved i felt? when he carried that bowl into our cramped little room from our cramped little living room.

i was standing like. an hour ago? and he asked me to try to clean a bowl for him. (he does all the household chores, save for dishes. we both hate them, but i can barely do shit else, so one really shitty chore is better than a mountain of decent ones)

i took one look at our sink, so full of dirty shit you can hardly see the faucet, and i tyrned around and let myself fall limp, face first on my bed.

i put the blanket over my feet, so that if he came in he wouldnt have to see them (even the thought of feet disgusts him, i think)

he did come in, but i dont think he realized how hard it had been for me to even do that. i think all he saw was a whiny, ungrateful, pathetic mound of flesh under a blanket. someone so useless it couldnt even clean a single bowl for him without falling apart.

i heard him clean his own bowl. i have never felt so guilty for doing absolutely fucking nothing.

he already puts up with so much shit from me. im a drug addicted, mentally unstable, sorry excuse for a person.im trying, god im trying so fucking hard, but every day is harder than the last, it seems.

still. he deserves better than this.i dont know why he bothers.

... i keep finding myself scratching my cat scratches from earlier today. it stings. i feel like i deserve it.

i know thats not true. but honestly? scratching at my hand and wrist is better than actually doing something, right? its just a sting on fresh skin. no blood, no fresh wounds. just the pain thats already there. just poking at my bruises so i feel something other than this crushing despair

god. i cant believe i said that. i mean thats a totally normal thing to say in a crisis. ive just soiled my mind with references and medias and now i cant be normal about anything haha

anyway

yeah.

...

i still hate myself. but. i guess this helped me stop crying as much? i dont know. i dont know anything anymore

thats not true

i know my wrist hurts. like a cat scratch, it stings on the back, mostly because thats what it was, at first. from where both my cats claws and my own found themselves digging into my skin, i can feel a bump when i glide my finger over it. and every time the pain gets too dull, too quiet, i let my nail return to its little groove and pull, just for a moment.

i know my heart hurts. like i have been carved open, my contents unceremoniously dumped on the floor. my blood spills out on the floor over my organs and my thoughts, and as i try to clean it up the lead in my veins says stop. and so i lay there, on the ground, next to the contents of the person i have become. it is all blackened by tar and resin.

i know that every breath i have taken today has felt like a chore. like slogging out of bed at 5:45 in the morning to get ready for school, knowing i wont learn shit because all my energy will be focused on holding myself together, or at least keeping myself from shattering altogether. ill just slog through another page of the textbook, wondering why i bothered when i couldve just stayed home.

i know i am loved. even if i dont feel it. even if i dont deserve it.

i know i never had a choice in any of this

...

i know that. for now. ill keep dragging myself out of bed. keep breathing. scratch my wrist so i dont cut it.

and maybe tomorrow ill apologize to everyone whos had to put up with me

{16/11/2023}

#tw suicide #tw self harm #actually bpd #bpd vent #for reference said brother is also one of my fps #and he wasnt even mad ab that hes just had his own no good very bad day #anyway #tuxedokit art #fuck else should i tag this with #oh yea #tw drugs #drug addiction #drug abuse

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cranehusbands · 1 year

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the sharp end of a dull blade

felix hugo fraldarius/hubert von vestra; canon compliant; white clouds; pre-relationship, realisation of feelings; one-sided(?); no cws. 2791 words

a/n: yippee i did it. after realising im a little sleepy bitch and not wanting to fight my wifi to post, i ended up going from seven fics to four and im saving one of my original plots for edelgard rarepair week at the end of july so. we stay silly. happy fire emblem everybody

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“Do you think there is any merit to his incessant exclamations?”

The question posed to Hubert was one he should have answered quickly as assuredly, as he did with most everything else. This time, however, it had been a query that did not, in fact, register to him as anything more than white noise. Hands behind his back, stood in the shadows of the training grounds as if the sun would burn the flesh from his bones, the mage was enraptured by the scene before him. It was like some wanton war dance, watching two bodies go back and forth in training, at something of a constant near stalemate, though it was clear to most anyone who was winning. The two artists in question were as different from each other as one could conjure; the first was Ferdinand von Aegir, the irritating, annoying pest that he was, hair sticking to his forehead as he grinned through exhaustive breaths. The second, and clearly not struggling as much to keep up with a constant barrage of strength and speed, was Felix Hugo Fraldarius, a future duke from the Kingdom, armed with his sword and a stern expression. For every time Ferdinand launched an attack toward the boy, Felix parried with ease; and every time Felix took advantage of Ferdinand’s momentary weakness, it was a wonder he wasn’t knocked over onto his behind. His eyes narrowed, watching Ferdinand swing to the side at a rather wide angle in some grandiose, but predictable, sweeping motion, giving Felix enough time to jump back before striking just at the base of his opponent’s ribs in a fierce jab, the blow finally strong enough to knock the wind out of Ferdinand’s metaphorical sails, and more literally to the floor, with a loud and rather surprised cry.

The win of their little duel had been decided the moment it had been proposed. While a talented lance man- a compliment Hubert would take to his grave, for he suspected if Ferdinand knew his training was being both observed and praised, no one would hear the end of it- he was simply too far outmatched in this particular duel. Though lithe and of shorter stature, Felix carried strength in all the correct places, his sword an extension of himself and that power rather than some glorified flagpole to wave around. His weapon struck true at every opportunity it could, and remained reigned and close enough to defend himself when there was none. He was a burning flame, patient, powerful and well-trained for now, but he had the capacity to burn brighter, and faster, and wilder still- perhaps, if he were not from Faerghus, he could make a fine addition to the Imperial army-

“Hubert? Are you listening to me?”

Hubert blinked himself out of his trance, watching as Ferdinand pushed himself to his feet with a gleeful, too-loud laugh, looking to Edelgard stood at his side. The two of them had taken refuge in the shade, together, at the insistence of the future prime minister (“I want the both of you to witness my might and resolve!” he had said, stupidly, with that stupid smile on his face). That was the only reason he had ventured out here at all.

He gripped onto his wrist behind his back tighter, silently admonishing himself for such a childish display of distraction. “I… apologise, Lady Edelgard.”

The young woman raised an eyebrow up at him, apparently disregarding his shame and simply repeating herself instead. “I was asking about Ferdinand.”

“And what of him?”

“Do you think his claims hold any merit- about his ability to surpass me?”

Hubert ran his tongue alongside the back of his teeth in minor vexation. He knew of what she spoke- after all, it was harder to not hear of such assertions, spoken so assuredly as if they were already true, despite how inexcusable, childish, and overall- incredibly, undeniably wrong they were. But more importantly, he understood her true meaning. They were, after all, so close to seeing their plan to fruition. She wanted to know if this was going to be a threat- if someone such as Ferdinand could undo most everything they had worked hard to achieve. Such a thought could have made him laugh out loud, but Hubert kept himself measured and schooled with ease. “Absolutely not.”

Edelgard hummed, as if this was the answer she expected, looking back out to the training grounds again. “And has anyone else caught your attention?”

The mage paused, glancing down at the floor to consider for a moment. He knew exactly what she meant by such a statement, and had no interest in sabotaging their plans for the future by asking for clarification. Through his bangs, he was slow to meet the slender form of the swordsman he was just observing, cleaning his training blade and trying to pretend his opponent was not there, begging for a rematch. “...Perhaps so.”

The day continued on quickly, soon turning to night. And, just like most other nights, Hubert did not find sleep easy. Years spent watching over his charge, in case the night decided to be cruel to her, in combination with his own afflictions of paranoia, meant that the night was not for rest. It was instead meant for keeping busy, be it in his own experiments or other various machinations not known to his classmates or even his lady whom he served so loyally- dealing with problematic elements that may get in the way of their plans for the future, such as enemies within the school and faculty, or those who simply knew too much, as well as seeking out any possible sympathetic individuals. Edelgard doubted their professor’s loyalty- Hubert needed to make sure to pad out their armies for the oncoming war as much as possible. That was the excuse he used to return to the training grounds, lamenting where his feet had taken him as the moon hung over him like an ever present watcher, full of ire as he stared at the door. Just what was he hoping to find there? A glimpse of that same fire he had seen in the afternoon, flickering and burning just as it was then, now all for himself? Hubert growled to himself as he pushed through the door with both hands-

-And the fire still flickered, just as he had dared to hoped it would.

Felix did not turn to face him as he entered the training grounds, despite the loud groaning of the old doors, continuing with the repetitive swing of the sword he once again held, or perhaps never put down again. He was still in the training grounds by the time Hubert had left with Edelgard and Ferdinand for lunch, already taking a new challenger after all attempts his last one made to gain a rematch had failed (as they had been thoroughly ignored, with admirable decorum), so he did not doubt the boy had remained throughout the afternoon late into the evening, that had swiftly become night.

The mage kept his arms behind his back, watching with mild interest at the strength Felix carried in his movements, how his shoulders moved and strained beneath his uniform with the swiftness of the weapon cutting through the cool midnight air, almost as efficiently as any well trained soldier. He really would make a fine general. If only he was to fight on the right side of history, then such skill would not be put to waste.

There was a moment or two more, where the wind was cut in two, before the movements stopped and Felix straightened his posture. A sigh left him, annoyed and heavy, before he lowered his sword to turn with a glower, just enough to shoot it in the other man’s direction. “You. What do you want?”

Hubert did not know. He lied anyway. “I came to watch you train. Is that an issue?”

“You watched me enough this afternoon. What more could there possibly be to see?”

Behind his back, he flexed a hand, with a gentle hum of acknowledgement as Felix fully turned to face him, stance defensive (though not fearful, or even apprehensive, as many other students would be, if they were to face the mage this late into the night) and sword still in hand. “There’s no gauge for ‘enough’, with things of this nature.”

“Fighting is not a spectator sport.” He had little patience for most people, and Hubert was not exempt from such a rule. “Either you pick up a weapon and duel me, or you leave.”

There was something of a subtle grimace that passed over the mage’s features, there and gone just as quickly, at such behaviour- though, such inhospitality could hardly be criticised, especially by him, a man whose few conversations began and ended with his devotion and his purpose, but never himself. It wasn't as if he considered Felix’s sentiments to be wrong, either- time was a precious and finite commodity, and needed to be used wisely, whether it be for training for an unspecified purpose or following the whims of a woman meant for greater things.

Hubert’s eyes moved over to the rack of weapons towards the back, to the sword and axes and lances maintained to perfection. He has not picked up such a martial thing in many years, not since he was a small, stupid and weak boy of barely seven, attempting to try and wield a lance far too big for his tiny, frail form, in some futile attempt to follow a nonsensical pipe dream of becoming a pegasus knight. This, of course, had been before he'd had the sense knocked into him, metaphorically and literally, and the idea that he was anything more than an extension of his lady’s will of change was snuffed out soon after. His attention had been turned to magic after that, and it had served his purposes far better than a weapon of traditional means ever would. Still… even despite himself, he found himself considering it once more, a feeling stirring in him that hadn't been there since he could remember.

Hubert looked back to Felix, still staring at him expectantly, standing entirely still. “...I am hardly the strong opponent you seek.”

There was a hum of consideration, as the mage was observed again, eyes sweeping up and down, as if evaluating the worth of facing an adversary that wouldn't advance his battle prowess. It was odd to watch, the sweeping of feelings in subtle changes in features, from disinterest to curiosity to want- want, Hubert thought with some bitter amusement- before Felix spoke again. “...I don't care. Now arm yourself, or leave me be.”

He considered the swordsman for a moment, as he turned away once more, assuming the same position as before, as if expecting the door to the training grounds to open and close again. Hubert ground his teeth for a moment, biting down to stop an unnecessary errant comment, still holding onto the feeling that recalling a time before his vassalage, and the feeling of being wanted, if only for a moment, and only for a purpose. He swallowed, pausing for a moment more, before striding past Felix towards the weapon rack, and unsheathing a wooden lance, the weight unfamiliar in his hands.

And for a moment, he swore he saw the beginnings of a smile on Felix’s face.

Such joy, however, did not last long. Like Hubert had said, he was not strong with a lance, not experienced in such a field. Though he held the advantage of height over his opponent, it was a factor that hardly mattered at all- Felix just had too much strength and ferocity for Hubert to block and, much like the bout he’d witnessed earlier in the afternoon, his own swings with the lance were too wide and too sloppy, easily being dodged out of the way like passing wind His anger at his own inadequacy only made this problem worse, too, especially with the off-handed comments about his technique that we're spoken so assuredly, as if they were wanted or asked for. If this had been a match between the sword and his magic, perhaps it could have been more evenly matched- a manipulation of Mire, maybe, to make the terrain temporarily difficult, or make movements more sluggish. But even then, the assault was relentless, and the margin for victory was only slightly more open, if the mage was able to use the tools he was more comfortable with.

Even in the cold air of the evening, he could feel his shirt sticking to the back of his neck from the sweat of exertion. His lungs felt like they were on fire, though not more ablaze than the man in front of him, caught in the rush of the fight as he went for another swing to the side. Hubert barely had time to block with the length of his lance, but by then, it was already too late- the end of the sword jabbed into his ribs, sucking the air out of his lungs as he stumbled backwards, the world around him going white for a moment as he fell backwards.

The lance clattered to the floor, unceremoniously landing a foot or so in front of him as he joined it with a sharp intake of breath, fire shooting up his spine at the pain of his tailbone hitting the dirt. Hubert gritted his teeth into a grimace, before he growled, hair hiding his face in his embarrassment, "This is useless, and a waste of my time.”

“You’re not taking this seriously.”

The mage gave a huff of indignation, as his eyes shot up again in a glare. “Now why, pray tell, would I not be taking this seriously? You were the one who insisted I stayed, and I obliged, in a way I now see was a regrettable decision, so I ask that you don’t speak of this to anyone and-”

His ramblings were cut short by the feeling of the training lance hitting his foot. Hubert glanced up, assuming from posture that Felix had kicked the weapon over to him again.

“…What are you doing?”

“Pick it up.”

“What? No, this is absurd, and pointless. Now if you don’t mind-”

The end of the blade (not sharp, but the formation of the weapon tricked his brain into thinking as much for a second or two) pressed against his throat, just under his chin, bringing the mage to disconcerting silence and stillness. Hubert looked up again at the future duke, amber eyes narrowed in a mix of discontent and curiosity, but most importantly a hunger- to fight or to teach, he could not surmise.

“You aren’t a lost cause, mage. Your lancework needs improvement, but it isn't hopeless. Now pick up your weapon and fight me.”

His throat bobbed in a swallow against the dull point of the training sword, unable to take his eyes off Felix standing over him, barely breaking a sweat from their fight, and a star as cool as steel. If this were a battlefield, if that had been a real sword, Hubert may have delighted in the thrill of having the weapon pressed further into his skin, where blood more than likely would have begun to trickle from a superficial wound, dripping down the lines of his throat and into his shirt. He may even dare to delight in it now, staring up at a face of power and irritation.

Lady Edelgard needed strong soldiers- powerful soldiers, willing to fight until their dying breath. Felix’s loyalty could not be spoken for, but he was certainly discontented with his position within the Kingdom. If that discontent could be twisted, moulded into something new if the fire could be tamed, it could burn even brighter on new coals. And, perhaps, this was something selfish as well, if Hubert could allow himself that. If he could allow himself a want, to see this wild thing grow into himself and his craft, with the right force at his back to guide his sword. If he could allow himself to want to be that guide, if only to keep the man close to him. If he could allow himself to simply want a man, one as strong and as stubborn and as worthy as the one in front of him, goading him on with naught but a narrowing of his eyes.

Never tearing his gaze away, Hubert reached by his foot, and once more grabbed the lance in a grip tight enough for it to show. If only to watch Felix huff a laugh and pull his sword away to prepare for another round, stoking a fire within himself.

#fire emblem three houses #felix hugo fraldarius #hubert von vestra #hulix #I THINK THATS THE SHIP NAME FORGIVE ME #dahl.txt

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gayhectocotyli · 7 months

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i got nearly 50 notes on that post i made about making fucked up monsters. ask and ye shall receive heres a short excerpt of a story im working on about gay furry roomates:

The bat's vision was obscured by the night seeping into the apartment, but their hearing was working to fill in the gaps: the deep, crackling breaths, the rustling of fur—the same sounds that was heard last night, but they had lost the capability to be ignored. While paranoia gripped their heart, Jaime could not help but find a strange peace to this situation, the darkness seeming almost comforting.

Finally, a voice rang out softly, enveloping them, "You're back. I was waiting." It was not threatening at all for a potential unwanted guest, but still waves of cold terror took over their body. It was too familiar, like it was only days since they heard that exact line, that exact delivery. They didn't want to believe the conclusion they had jumped to—still it continued, "I'm sorry I worried you, you must have been trying to look for me. I just needed some time, and I didn't know how to tell you before."

Impulsively, Jaime flicked the light switch. They couldn't parse what they were seeing at first, glimpses of their friend overlayed the figure before them: smiling, bright, and tender—his fur a radiant golden-orange in the sunlight—a beautiful dog, with a love as pure as his species. Eventually, the rose-coloured filter faded and what remained was a horrible clarity: five legs held together at his pelvis like a patchwork chimera, innumerable arms coming out of his belly—all of them, even the ones attached to his shoulders holding themselves up in an attempt to embrace the air itself. His limbs seemed to contort at odd angles as if it had no bones restricting their movement and at the beast's back, a huge mouth extended down his spine, clamped closed with sharp canines baring. He was tall before, but he seemed even more so now, body stretched to almost meet the ceiling and still staring directly into their eyes, glowing hazel they transfix Jaime even now. The only thing that did not change was his face, which was the most uncanny to look at, only making the reality of who this was all too clear—this is who they've been looking for: Ayden, their missing roommate.

He clutched his friend's chest with one of his right hands, worming underneath their shirt to feel their heart. With the warmth of his paw, the outlines of his fur, their heart beat in a haphazard fashion, pulsing as if their very flesh was grasping his hand, interlocking his fingers, unwilling to let go—but too scared, too scared. He knows, and his hand, sharp claws slicing through skin ever so slightly, slides up to cradle their face, delicately, too delicately, too lovingly, too much like him. He leaned into them, both sets of eyes never losing sight of each other as his voice trilled silently to Jaime. Their roommate's whisper surrounded them as if the sound came from every direction, from even the door they were pinned to, and the question was inescapable:

Movement was impossible for them, even as the dog walked briskly forward—eyes still shining in the light with a heartwrenchingly loving gaze. The closer the monster got, the tighter fear's grip became, but something more also began to germinate—something they did not then know how to describe other than a deep and powerful warmth. He was now in arm's reach—pace slowing down, painstakingly slow. Reaching out with his many hands, he held them in a soft hug, exactly like he'd always done when Jaime returned home from work. Tears started to stream down their face, knees nearly falling to the floor as the back of his roommate pressed into the door of the apartment. The monster did nothing but give a graze of a kiss on their cheek.

"You're okay," his words echoed in their thoughts, "You're okay. It's me," he smiled, one free of malice, one full of love. "And I wanted this. I finally feel like... me in this body. But I know you're overwhelmed right now. I can feel it."

"You yearn for beasthood too, do you?"

#k #alterhuman #alterhumanity #monsterkin #body horror #and they were roomates :pensive:#i kinda wanna make this a text adventure but im unsure of how to format it #im still kinda new to using inform 7

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

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jcwriting · 3 years

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There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s? You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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hatred - Charles Leclerc

I think I might make this into a mini series with an enemies to civil with each other to friends to lovers kind of vibe but I'm still not sure, anyways here's Charles x reader wanting to rip each others throats but instead end up ripping each others clothes off

gonna dedicate this to the lovely @yungbludz happy birthday <33

GIF NOT MINE

warnings; smut as per usual, Charles being very egotistical, choking, language, enjoy <3

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part two

It was safe to say you and Charles hated each other. You knew hate was a strong word, but you also knew that you felt nothing but hatred for the man. You hated his cocky smile and the fact that everyone seemed to be obsessed with him. You also hated the fact that you had to spend the whole weekend with him.

You worked for Ferrari, meaning that, unfortunately, you had to spend a lot of time with Charles. You were actually excited when you first got the job of being Charles Leclerc's PR manager. You had admired the driver and couldn’t wait to work alongside him, but that all changed once you actually met him and realised what an ass he really was. Everyone else loved him, of course, because he seemed to be nice to every single person on the planet except you.

You and a select number of the Ferrari team had been invited to a special charity event taking place in the ballroom of a luxurious hotel. You had all decided to check into the hotel the day before the event, in order to save time and familiarise yourself with the venue. Of course, according to your job description, you also had to run through the possible questions Charles could be asked with him.

Although Charles loathed you, he had to admit you were good at your job and managed to prepare him for every possible scenario, which is why he hadn’t begged Mattia to fire you, at least not yet.

You sighed as you reached the check in desk, all you wanted to do was flop onto the hotel bed and sleep until the morning. You gave the lady behind the desk your name and watched as she quickly typed on the computer in front of her. “Ah yes, Y/N and Charles, room 506”

Your eyes widened at her words as you shook your head. “No no, that can’t be right” you pleaded as you leaned your arms against the counter.

“Im sorry ma'am, but the booking is for the both of you” she explained with apologetic eyes as she handed you the room key.

“Take your time, Y/N. Not like we aren’t all exhausted from our long trip” you heard Charles scold from behind you. You quickly turned around and shoved the room key into his chest.

“Politetly, go fuck yourself, Leclerc” you muttered as you shouldered past him and walked straight to Mattia on the other side of reception. Mattia sighed once you walked over and gestured for you to begin arguing with him, he knew it was going to happen.

“Why? Why would you stick me in a room with that-that imbecile!” you snapped.

“Listen, Y/N, i know how much you dislike him and vice versa, but everyone had to be paired with someone and I thought this was the best option for you both” he explained with a soothing voice.

“Why do I have to be with her?” you heard Charles ask from behind you. You felt small standing in front of him, his broad frame practically trapping you between him and Mattia.

“Y/N is your PR manager, it's her job to prepare you for this event” Mattia once again calmly explained

“And she couldn’t do that over breakfast?” Charles inquired, you could feel his tense gaze on the back of your head and you whipped around scoffing at him as you placed your hands on his hips.

“Don’t act like this was my idea! Not everyone wants to share a room with you Charles, get your head out of your ass”

Charles opened his mouth to throw a rude remark your way but Mattia stopped him before he got the chance. “The both of you are sharing this room, whether you like it or not. I think everyone would prefer if you took this time to sort out your problems instead of bickering like children. I’ll see you both at breakfast. Goodnight,” he scolded as he walked off with his luggage in tow.

You felt your cheeks redden as embarrassment creeped up your shoulders. “Are you trying to get me fired?” you accused Charles as you grabbed your own luggage and made way for the elevator.

He shrugged in response, “Wouldn’t be the worst thing” he muttered, stepping inside with you. You pressed your floor number and sighed in frustration. “Can you stop breathing so loud?” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“It was a sigh, dipshit.”

“Trust me, i don't want to be near you as much as you don't want to be near me”

“Glad we're on the same page” you replied, stepping out of the elevator and storming to your room, which in hindsight was a foolish idea as Charles had the key and you had to wait for him as he took his sweet time walking up the hallway.

He unlocked the door with a smug look on his face and stepped in before you, dropping his luggage on the floor as he surveyed the room. “You have got to be kidding me” he complained once he saw the double bed in the middle of the room.

“Oh what is it now, Charles?” you asked as you shut the door behind you “is the carpet not to your liking? Is it too bright? Are there no chocolates on the pillow” you continued and slipped off your shoes, “do you want me to - oh shit” you cursed as you saw the predicament you both were in. “Looks like you're sleeping on the floor” you shrugged whilst walking towards the bed.

“I am NOT sleeping on the floor,” Charles complained.

“What? And you think I am?” you argued, once again placing your hands on your hips.

“I don’t see why not,” he commented, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I am not sharing a bed with you, Leclerc! So you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are going to have to step off your mighty throne and take the gentleman approach and sleep,” jab “on,” jab “the floor,” you snapped.

Charles raised his eyebrow as he stared at you. You could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife, it was almost unbearable. You had never fought this long, somebody had always interrupted you both before you got the chance to really push each other's buttons. “I'm going to say this nice and slow, sweetheart,” Charles growled, taking a step forward, you in turn took a step back as you removed your finger from his chest, “I’ll take the high road, we can share the bed just this once, as long as you stop acting like the spoiled princess that you will never be” he continued to walk towards you as he spoke and you were eventually trapped against the wall.

Charles moved his hand to lie on the wall next to your head, the distance between the two of you becoming smaller and smaller by the second. “I might be ready to step off my throne but are you ready to be a good girl and step off yours too?” he concluded.

“Bite me, Charles” you retorted and something in the both of you snapped as you grabbed his face in your hands and he roughly grabbed your waist. Your lips violently pressed against his as your tongues practically fought against each other. You almost moaned at the force of his kiss, but refused to give him the satisfaction.

Charles pulled away, giving your mouth a final short kiss before he moved to mark your neck. “Come on, princess. Stop being stubborn for once in your life and let me hear the noises that you can make''

You however kept your mouth shut, Charles smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “If that's how you want to play it,” he smirked before gently grabbing your breast and slipping his hands into the waistband of your leggings. He rubbed circles on your clit as he pinched your nipples. “I want to hear you, sweetheart,” he grunted.

You rolled your eyes back in pleasure and involuntarily let out a moan. Charles felt his dick twitch in his pants and cockily grinned as he kissed right under your nose. “Good girl,” he whispered. It wasn't long before his trousers were discarded as well as your own leggings. You hadn’t moved however and were still pressed up against the wall. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked and although you felt your heart skip a beat you rolled your eyes at him and nodded.

“Yes, please just - just hurry up” you squirmed against the wall. That seemed to be all the validation he needed. He slowly put a condom on before easing into you. You scrunched your eyes at the uncomfortable feeling and tapped him to move. Your lips parting on their own accord as the feeling was replaced with pure pleasure. Charles forcefully grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, providing him with a better angle for both himself and you.

“O-oh shit” you moaned as you scraped your nails down his shoulders to his arms, which left harsh red marks in their wake. Charles moaned at the feeling and you were almost aroused by the sound. Almost.

One of Charles hands were digging into the soft flesh of your thigh while the other moved to wrap itself around your neck, his signature pinky ring digging into the flesh of your skin causing you to mimic his actions and let out a moan at the pain.

“You like that?” he grunted as he continued to thrust into you, lightly placing some pressure on your throat, not enough to suffocate you, he didn't hate you that much, but enough for you to enter a state of pure bliss.

“I hate you, Leclerc” you found yourself muttering but you certainly did not hate him at that very moment.

“Feelings mutual, love”

You continued to scrape your nails across his back, desperate to pull more moans out of him. Charles however, didn't like being the only vulnerable one and removed his hands from your throat, he grabbed both of your hands in his own and shoved them upwards, beginning his assault on your chest.

Your toes curled as he hit all the right spaces, you knew you were close but you really didn’t want to be the first one to let go. Charles could feel the clenching of your walls and smirked into your chest. “Are you close, princess?” he asked, bringing his mouth to your lips and for some reason you found yourself kissing him back.

“No” you blatantly lied.

You moved your head closer to him when he pulled away but he refused to connect your lips once more and you found yourself pouting at the lack of attention. God, how pathetic had you become.

“Now, i knew you were a spoiled brat but i didn't take you for a liar as well”

“Glad to know your ego has no off moments, Charles” you scoffed and were about to start an argument before he began slowly pounding into you, his precise thrusts made it extremely difficult to formulate a sentence let alone hold onto the knot in your stomach. So, against your brain telling you not to, you let go.

You would have fallen onto the ground if it wasn’t for Charles' strong grip trapping you against the wall and his own body. The noises that he made as he reached his own high caused your heart to flutter in your chest and you began to wonder if having sex with him was a bad idea.

“Are you okay?” he asked after he had pulled away from you. You nodded your head as you furrowed your eyebrows

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you asked.

You were surprised the both of you were capable of having a normal conversation, but you supposed nothing could be normal between you after that.

Charles gently ran a finger across your neck and by the look on his face you knew you looked worse for wear. “I kind of lost myself in the moment, I’m sorry if I hurt you. Really I am” he clarified.

“Its okay” you sighed as you rubbed your neck, “lets just go to sleep”

“I’m still not sleeping on the floor”

“Just stay on your side of the bed, Leclerc”

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katsukikiss · 3 years

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I WANT YOU TO WANT ME

CHARACTERS AGED UP // PRO HERO IZUKU x F!READER // MINORS DNI 18+

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), fluff, semi-established relationship?

AN: Im a little late for Izuku’s birthday :( but this is for @rat-zuki The Deku Agenda Escapes No one event! and thanks @morelikebaku-no for helping me come up with a title >.<

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“Hey y/n! You look different, you have something planned for today?” Izuku beamed at you, looking slightly confused. He approached you as you headed towards the elevator in his massive agency building. You were both heading up to the top floor, where his office resided. You two had been ‘talking’ for the last two months now, since you started working for him, and were casually going on dates or hanging at each others places. Nothing physical had transpired between you two yet; he made you incredibly nervous even though he was so warm and welcoming, so there was no way you were going to make the first move. However, you two had spoken almost everyday since Iida had suggested you for the job, and you practically knew everything about each other at this point. The romantic attraction you two had towards one another was undoubtedly strong, but because he never made any moves on you, you feared that he didn’t like you enough to do so.

“Oh thanks, I was just trying something new, do you like it?” you sheepishly asked, your face filling with heat. You dressed a bit differently than usual, a feeble attempt at being more ‘alluring’. You thought maybe if he saw you in the clothes everyone else was wearing he might find you more attractive. You were always told you had the goods and should flaunt them; you were far too embarrassed and insecure to actually do so, but you were getting a bit frustrated at your lack of physical contact between you and Izuku. Momo took you shopping the other day for some new clothes and makeup and convinced you to ‘just give it a try, see it it helps’. You dawned a tight sage button up and a short form fitting pencil skirt, and heels an inch taller than you were used to. Safe to say, it was a big change to your long loose skirts and fluffy blouses you normally wore.

“Its nice, different but nice. I think I have a meeting in ten minutes, I hate to ask but could you go pick up some coffee?” he asked you, a hand scratching the back of his neck while the other held the elevator door open. You usually attended these meetings, taking notes and giving input, but he never asked you to leave right before one.

You quickly nodded, “Oh yeah sure! Text me the orders I guess?”

“I will, thanks so much!” he said, removing his arm from the door allowing it to close. His reaction to your outfit was okay? He didn’t seem to particularly like or dislike it, but sending you out the minute you arrived to work, and before a meeting, seemed really odd to you, especially since he usually made other people do coffee runs so you two could spend more time together. You turned around on your heel to leave and saw the large group of pro heros entering through the two giant glass doors.

“Oh hey guys! Deku sent me to go get some coffee for you all, since you’re here mind if I just write down your orders now?” you asked, gently curtsying in their presence.

“Hey y/n long time no see!” Red Riot called out to you, hopping forward and pass the group to get closer to you.

“Hey Kirishima! I think I know what you want already” you laughed. He was a close friend of yours in highschool so it was only natural you’d know his favorite coffee. He smiled back at you, his eyes downward, looking at your chest for a bit too long than you were comfortable with. You shuffled back a bit, looking at the rest of the men whose eyes were also glued to your body. You never had a problem talking to them during meetings or outside of work but you felt incredibly flustered now.

“Uhm just tell me what the rest of you want okay?” you mumbled, trying to get the hell out of there. They all nodded, each taking a turn to approach you, coming too close to your face to give you their orders. Once you had them all written down on your phone you waved to them and they each had wide smiles and waved back.

“You’ll be back before the meeting ends right?” Dynamight snapped at you. Although you knew of him in high school and saw him at the office occasionally, he never spoke a word to you until today. You nodded quickly, and turned to leave. You weren’t oblivious, this outfit was working wonders, you just hoped it was working on the one you care about.

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“Here you are boys!” you cheered, placing each of their drinks down in front of them. As you went around the long table to hand out the coffee, Izuku's eyes weren’t on you but on every one of his friends instead. He looked calm but something was hiding underneath that soft face of his. Some of the men ignored you as you handed them their coffee, mumbling ‘thanks’ under their breath. Others, including Bakugo and Kirishima, still looked at you like they did in the lobby, with starving eyes, regardless of the way Izuku was looking at them. You smiled gently at each of them before taking a seat next to Izuku so that the meeting could resume.

When you sat you felt your chair being yanked. You held on to the sides of the chair as Izuku brought you closer to him, a low dragging sound emitting into the room. He looked down at you with a kind smile before addressing the group again. Your heart raced, something was different about him today, was it your outfit? Did it work?! You started to get excited, your legs dancing a bit in your seat. He placed a hand on your right thigh without looking at you as he continued with the discussion. You tried to focus and take notes but the warmth of his hand on you made you so nervous and happy; Of course you two have hugged, snuggled and shared a few kisses here and there but something about this moment felt intimate.

The meeting ended and the men began standing to head out. You were standing and about to move from your chair when you felt his hand pulling on your arm lightly.

“Could you stay for a minute? I just want to talk to you about something” Izuku remarked.

“Oh yeah of course” you responded, taking a seat once more. The men all waved to you and Deku before you were left alone. You reorganized the papers in front of you and into a folder.

“Why the change?” he asked, taking you by surprise. You looked around the dark meeting room and down at your body, before looking back up at your boss.

“I- um I thought you’d like it?” you stammered. He looked like he was thinking, looking forward at nothing with a concerned expression on his face.

“Well I do, but I like when you’re you much better” he affirmed, his eyes aimed downwards. Frustration and defeat came over you; he didn’t like the new outfit, not really, and you weren’t sure what else to do but be honest with him. You thought for a moment it worked but you must have been wrong.

“You never look at me the way all those other men did today, you don’t touch me like you want me, is there something wrong with me?” you implored, practically yelling at him, tears welling in your eyes. His face looked upset when he finally turned to face you. He raised a hand to touch your cheek and swirled his thumb over.

“Y/n, no theres nothing wrong with you at all. I didn’t know you felt that way. Honestly I just didn’t want to rush you. Your are so incredibly beautiful and amazing and theres nothing I want more then to touch you in the way that you want, I just wanted to be respectful about it” he assured you, his hand never leaving your face. You sniffled back your tears and your eyes looked at him longingly. He looked anxious, searching your face for some sort of inclination as to how you felt. Relief flooded over you when you heard his response and you leaned forward into his chest. He placed his hand on top of your head.

“Im sorry I freaked out on you like that Izuku, I was just overthinking it, I can assure you I’m ready to move forward with our relationship. And I didn’t like this outfit much anyway…” you paused for a second and looked up from his chest “what was the deal with the chair though?” you asked. He looked every so slightly annoyed, but he still had a smile when he spoke to you.

“Some of the other heroes were making comments in here after you took their orders, and its safe to say I was a little frustrated and shocked with their behavior, thats all” he admitted. You couldn’t begin to imagine what pervy locker talk they were having about you, and its no wonder he reacted that way.

“Oh wow I-“ he scooped you up and into his arms, causing you to lose your train of thought. He gently squeezed at your thighs before slowly placing you down on the meeting table. Your legs parted instinctually as he slithered in between them.

“Im ready Izuku, trust me” you whispered. He leaned forward and into your neck, placing hot wet kisses down your exposed flesh. He pulled away and looked down at you, cupping your face in his calloused hands.

“Alright baby, then let me do something nice for you” he breathed out. You nodded quickly, your deep breaths making your chest rise to new elevations before falling slowly. He bent his knees, landing on them and placing his face between your legs. He looked up at you quickly before using his hands to pull your skirt up. You helped him and allowed it to bunch up at your waist. You watched as Izuku slowly licked his fingers, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time before dipping them painfully slow into your needy hole. You gasped at the feeling of his two large fingers entering, he began slowly pumping them in and out of you. He kept looking at your wet cunt, admiring it before delving in with his tongue. You let out the quietest whimper you could manage, so as to not be heard by the rest of the staff and people in the office. His tongue danced to rhythms you’ve never experienced before. He lapped up and down your folds, even removing his fingers so that his tongue could get a chance to fuck you too. Your little gasps and moans grew louder but he kept telling you “louder, its okay”. Your legs started to tremble, involuntarily closing slowly on his head. He loved the feeling of your thighs pressed flush against him.

“Fuck Izuku ah I love you” you moaned out, without thinking as you ran your fingers through his green locks. Your mind was in a state of euphoria, lost in the overwhelming sensation of his finger and tongue working wonders on you. You grasped a wad of his hair tightly as you came undone for him, your sweet release splashing out of your cunt and onto his fingers and mouth. He lapped up your juices, reveling in the way you tasted before licking his lips and wiping his face with the back of his hand. He stood up and you immediately pulled him in for a passionate kiss with shaky arms. Your tongues intertwined, before he pulled away, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You sucked on them slowly while looking him in the eyes. He looked dumbfounded as he watched your lips wrap around his and felt your cute mouth sucking on him.

“We can keep going Izuku, I want to” you practically begged, your face almost pouting after he removed his fingers from your mouth. He backed up from between your legs and pushed them closed much to your dismay. He placed his hands on your legs and bent down to your level and looked at you before speaking.

“We have plenty of time baby, plus I have an interview in about” he checked his watch “six minutes” he smiled at you. You hopped off the table, pulling your skirt back to its correct place. He straightened out your shirt and patted your shoulders. His hands moved down to your waist and he pulled you forward, your lips finding each other perfectly. You shared one last kiss before making your way towards the door.

“You can dress however you want y/n, whatever makes you happy will make me happy” he said, pausing with his hands gripping the doorknob.

“I appreciate that Izuku” you paused, a clever idea crossing your mind, “but wait till’ you see what I’ve got planned for tomorrow” you winked at him. His face turned a deep shade of red, as did your own at your fleeting sense of confidence. He shook his head and took a deep breath.

“I cant wait” he murmured before opening the door.

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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lunch date

part 2 of this childhood friend drabble (ok fr frshould i name this childhood friend series or public sex series bcs hmm you'll see) pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship public sex, gojo thinking with dick part 2, mention of breeding kink tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.

“toru- ah, that hurts!”

his grip to her thighs tightened, “shhh, they can hear you.”

when gojo satoru suggested that they have lunch together, she happily accepted. she didn't suspected anything odd of his behavior. he was so kind to offer to bring her something over and she has been so stressed with her works, she just accepted it with no questions. it was the first text she’d replied after ignoring his many messages and calls.

it has been two weeks since the staircase incident and she started to suspect that he knew that she was actively trying to avoid him for almost a week. she knows gojo satoru like the back of her own hand, she knows he will not forget his promises, and he will hold against her until he gets it. their newly blossomed relationship was doing okay until he popped the question out so casually as she cooked. she couldn’t forget the look on his face.

“so, when are we going to have a baby?” his question that freaked her out lingered in her mind.

a baby

what was she thinking? she smacked her head on the table. “you could’ve asked for a house, or his black card, or something else. but a baby?” her voice strained.

“yes?” the hair on her back stood at the familiar deep voice.

she looked up so fast, her head spun to see her door opened wide. sara, her colleague stood with a slight frown on her face and on her side, gojo satoru. he wore teasing smile, traded his blindfold for his glasses and he looked different. he wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up with a pair of black pants and boots. his outfit looked simple and minimalistic, but don’t be fooled. she knew his shirt costs about the same as her monthly rent.

i can’t believe i picked a baby over his black card, her mind cried at the thoughts.

“i’ve tried stopping him,” sara explained, a glare on her face. he interjected. “i don’t need appointment to see my girlfriend,” gojo stepped inside, holding the door. “girlfriend?” sara questioned. she couldn’t help but to feel satisfied at the reaction her assistant’s face held.

“she gave you, her number?” she asked, one night where he came over. the bed sheet wrapped around her bare body as her eyes raked up and down satoru’s own bare body as he leaned against the headboard. his eyes shut close with his arms flexed behind his head. a small satisfactory smile on his face as he said, “right after telling me that you like me.”

“that bitch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

“y/n chan,” his eyes opened, a teasing smirk grew on his face. he leaned forward, the blanket pooled around his waist as he cupped her face in his hand, “didn’t see you as a jealous kind.”

it wasn’t that fact that she was jealous that sara is actively into gojo. she was fuming at her assistant for divulging her personal matter to him. that part first, and then maybe she was a little jealous. but then, sara was the reason she finally gets the guy she’s been waiting for; so at the end she still wins. sara will remain a bitch for a reason.

“it’s okay, we are having lunch together. you can leave,” she dismissed her, rubbing her strained eyes. gojo happily slammed the door shut.

“so, wanna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

she sighed, her fingers ghosting over the keyboard, his presence has disturbed her mind, “i’m not. i-i’m busy.”

he sat on her chair, crossing his legs as he rested his lanky body against the chair. “you can’t even look at me. what is it?” he asked. her finger stopped above the enter key. she wanted to press it, but she can’t. something is holding her back. she knew what he’s doing. she sighed in defeat and turned to face the elephant in the room. her brows frowned when she realised; “where’s the food?” she asked staring at the empty table.

“huh?”

“lunch? you told me we are having lunch?” she frowned. this idiot did not just suggest that they’ll have lunch together, show up at her office without the promised food. gojo looked at her sheepishly, a small smile on his face.

“oh, that. yeah, i just want an excuse to see you,” his small smile turned sinister as he lolled his head to the side, “you could be my lunch.”

her face pressed against the glass window overlooking the city. her floor wasn’t that high, they could see the streets bellow and the office in front of them. she repeatedly told him that they can’t do this. “they can see us,” she panicked, despite being delirious from his kisses as she let him unbutton her shirt. but a few kisses later, her skirt hiked up, panties in his pocket and his dick hitting her cervix roughly, she was convinced.

“you think you can come for me six times?” he heaved, lips against her bare shoulder, accentuating his words with his every thrust, “six for the amount of days you've ignored me. another five to go, buttercup. should be easy.”

his hand trailed down her chest, her belly until he found her neglected clit. a gentle tap of her bundle of nerves had her throwing her hair back. she was about to come undone; he could feel it from the way she was desperately clamping down on his length and her whining. tears streaming down her face as she bit down on her lips to hold herself from screaming, she could taste blood. her body shuddered, her sweaty skin leaving marks on the glass and the way he just mewled against her ears, praising her made her legs buckled.

he was quick to catch her, hands gripping her waist.

they moved to the desk, pushing all her files and pens aside as he laid her down. he showered her with kisses, slowly trailing them down to her cunt. he eyed her glistening slit, mouth watered. grabbing her legs, he held it open, she whined at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her. “satoru, i can’t,” she moaned at the first lick, her hand pressed on his head trying to get away, but he held her tight. “n-no more, ah fuck, fuck!” she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction as his tongue worked their ways. the feeling on his teeth grazing her clit, the tip of her tongue teasing around her entrance, before slipping in.

she tasted so good; it was more pleasurable for him than her. she looked pretty squirming to get away as he held her tighter, tongue darting in and out. overstimulation was hitting her full force and she was high in pleasure. her brain couldn’t comprehend; between the feeling of his breath against her slit, his tongue fucking her, his calloused palms against her waist and the sound he was making. she didn’t give two fucks if the office heard them fucking.

“close, fuck, toru i want-” her words cut off by her own moan.

his tongue switched, sucking on her swollen clit as his finger took over the fucking. it didn’t take long for her to gush out. her head was pounding, his words went in one ear and out the another. he stood up, drools and her fluid covered his chin and onto his bare chest. he helped her sat, she was beyond exhausted. the feeling of his fingers brushing her hair back brought back to the office, she looked up to him with her eyes half drooped. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed it on hers. “you okay?” he whispered, planting kisses after kisses. “i miss you so much,” he cooed.

“miss you,” was all she could mustered out.

“did i scare you? with the baby talk?” he asked, pulling her in his arms. truth be told, seducing her into fucking in front of the glass window wasn’t the actual reason gojo was here. but her words were just so inviting, he doesn’t mind a little detour. she tasted delicious. she mumbled something against his chest, but he was sure it was a maybe.

“i thought you wanted it.”

she pouted, finally the first sentence her brain could scrambled, “maybe i change my mind.”

“that’s why you ran away from me? you’re scared?” he tilted her head up, his heart warmed at the little pout she had on, “oh buttercup, i won’t lie. the thoughts of you all round and milky with my child is turning me on-” not a lie, because she could feel his cock pressing against her slit, “but it’s okay. one day i’ll change your mind but for now, i’m fine with a little practise now.” she groaned against his lips as she felt his tip slipped in, stretching her once again.

this one was quicker, she was already sobbing mess, clutching desperately on his chest as he chased his high.

the deeper he pushed into her, the faster he had to circle her clit. he’s not a selfish lover, he wants her to feel as good as him too, despite being borderline torturous as she was clearly an overstimulated mess. “you’re so good to me,” he hummed, “you take me in so well. i love the way your tight cunt suck me in.” she really was, with mouth apart panting his name, eyelids drooped, and fingers dug into his flesh with legs apart.

she’s his good little girl.

she nodded, soft mewls could be heard through her pants. the wet kisses he was peppering her skin soon turned into a desperate attempt to leave a mark. she was beyond exhausted to berate him for doing it, so she learned to enjoy the feeling of his fangs against her flushed skin.

“toru, it feels so good,” she rolled her eyes back and he hummed in agreement.

gojo held her throat, not too harsh but not exactly gentle too, “it does, does it?” he grinned, “come, clench around my cock, y/n chan," he teased, in a sing-song tone, "i’m about to fill you up to the brim.” he tightened the grip, she whined. the way the walls tightening around him, had the world strongest’s sorcerer a moaning mess, as his hips snapped faster.

the sound of their skin slapping each other got louder and louder with the squelching of her cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he forced his cock all the way inside, his thick seed shooting directly into her womb. his grip on her waist tightened, he was all choke up. they stayed in each other’s arm, struggling to catch a break.

he pinched her cheek for the fun of it, seeing her annoyed and bothered for his own personal pleasure. “what luck you have, y/n. falling in love with someone like me,” he brushed the tear stains on her cheek.

“who said i love you?”

he pressed his hand on his chest, faking the pained look on his face with an ouch. it was never an exchange of i love yous between them; it was him annoying the fuck out of her and her being constantly concern by his childishness. “would you still come home, y/n. i miss you so much, no lies.” he asked as he pulled his pants back up. "i will," she promised. he helped her off the desk, cleaning the mess they’d made and her chasing him around for her pair of panties. she never got it back, her face was as red as her stilettos as she made her way out of the office bare under her skirt. she could hear him snickering behind her.

“c-cancel the rest of my day please, sara. i have some business to take care off,” she glared at the white-haired man running toward the elevator. lunch time was over, and she was beyond fucked to continue her work. literally. not when gojo had made sure to give her the fucking of her life, she couldn’t focus on her work no more. sara gave her a glare, a dirty one, as she eyed her skewered hair and wrinkled clothes. she placed the files on her assistant’s desk, rushing as gojo held the elevator opened.

she made in, jumping instantly in his arms as the door closed. it was just two of them in the empty lift.

she giggled in his arms; his huge smile was contagious. he kissed her so gently, thumb on her back rubbing shapes. his smile grew wider as they pulled away. she tilted her head, confusion on her face and he nudged his head to the door. she turned around only to see their reflection on the elevator’s door. “look closer,” he whispered, and her eyes widened as she realised a trail of his cum, peaking out of her skirt down her legs. her face got even redder as she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or gojo has been letting her walk around with his cum down her legs.

“i’ll murder you, satoru.”

the lift suddenly halted. the number stopped at the ninth floor and she cursed. the lift wasn’t malfunction; she knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“not going to lie, seeing my cum down your legs, it looks hot,” he said sheepishly, a kiss on her cheek while his hands already made their way underneath her blouse. his brows raised up suggestively.

“will you stop thinking with your dick, satoru?”

“you still owe me two more orgasm, buttercup.”

the light of the lift suddenly tripped, engulfing them in a pitch-black darkness. she jolted in his arms. the emergency light turned on and under the dimmed light, she could see his blue eyes on her like a predatory to its prey. she could feel her throat drying as a kiss landed on her neck.

“we better make our time worth.”

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sunsents · 3 years

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Library - James Potter (M)

Heyyy, hey, how ya'll doing?? My exams are over!! Thank you so much for the support and the lovely messages 😙 here's a kith. I know you guys are waiting on Empty part 2, so here's a really short unedited thing?? I wrote a few months ago for you guys to read while you wait. You can really see how much I improved with my recent writing, but I hope you all enjoy this nonetheless while I finish up Empty 2. Enjoy, or don't. Idk.

Summary —> A study sesh turns into something much more when two knuckleheads interrupt you.

Pairing: jamespotter x fem!reader (im sorry to frederick for neglecting my gingeritis religion.)

Word count: a mere 1.4k

Warnings: smut / just filthy sex honestly / cheeky lil breast action /

Rating: 18+

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

You made sure to neatly pile your hoard of essay papers and not mind the ink blotches your palm had left from the hours of work put within. It didn't matter, Slughorn cared about the content rather than esthetic, hopefully. It was no big matter to worry about you told yourself, your handwriting was messy and not the most appealing, but your handiwork in potions was quite the opposite, it was fine.

"Hey ____, still workin' on those?" James Potter's husky voice cracked like a whip in-front of your face, perhaps painful to your ears as well.

You glowered at him, what else were you supposed to do? His antics continued to worsen every day. "What do you want?" your nasally voice caused you to clear your throat, evidence perhaps that you hadn't left the library seat and spoke in hours.

"Just checking in." Sirius Black's pool of hair - black as well - was turned the opposite way, he was gazing at the library books, a most unusual sight for him. "Didn't want you melting outta boredom."

"I'm perfectly fine thanks." you snapped, your head rung in awful thumps of pain but you paid no attention to it.

The corners of James's perfect lips lowered playfully. "You're all snappy, we're doin' nothing." his tone was smooth as silk now, his lips tugging into a playful grin once again. Never was a grin not on James's handsome face.

You took a deep inhale while watching him, you had to anyways. Your fingers were fidgeting together under the table, a view James couldn't hopefully see but the way your rings clicked together made him painfully aware. "Just don't bother me till' I'm done, I'm almost finished."

James nodded, his bottom lip jutting out in a frown once again. You had to roll you eyes, had to do something to make it seem like you weren't enjoying their so called company.

You stretched your head back and enjoyed the feeling of your neck craning and extending for a few moments. It had been a some time since movement was made in your fatigued body. you figured your tied up hair wasn't going to keep intact much longer, so you released the band in a swift move. Your hair cascaded down all the same, then you quickly shot straight and continued to write.

You didn't have time for comforts and stretching, you were close to finishing your essay and that was all that mattered. You didn't even bother asking James if he had done it, because his answer was surely at the ready. He was Head Boy and his marks were all excellent, but when it came to homework it was long forgotten to him.

A slight diversion caused you to look up, James and Sirius were on the ground and a few books had fallen, scattered around the wooden library floor. You scoffed then flicked your wand; the books magicked up and flew back to their original places. "One second and you guys make a mess." you stared, your eyes flashed dangerously. You weren't an intimidating person, at least you liked to think so much unlike what your friends said.

But surely, you easily managed to intimidate the two most popular boys in Hogwarts. They both quickly shot up and took the seats in-front of you. Sirius was apologetically looking down, unlike James who immediately relaxed and sprawled himself out on the plush cushions. Ass, you thought, but didn't say anything.

"Alright what do you want, really." you deadpanned, you knew them for seven years, they weren't fooling you.

James, who was busy wiping his glasses on the fabric of his sweater put them back on and smirked. "You." he simply said.

You rolled her eyes and scoffed all the same, though your stomach was erupting in butterflies. "James why don't you go bother Lily like you always do." you whispered, Madame Pince was glaring at them and you weren't going to risk getting kicked out of the library again.

"No," James started, Sirius merely watched the interaction play out with a smile. "why would I go t'her when I have you right here."

You shot up and squeezed your fists, you weren't going to fall for it, a phrase you had been telling yourself for the past two years when James's interest suddenly piqued on you. "I'm gonna go put these books back."

After pressing the three large books to your chest, you wasted no time getting far away from the two boys as possible. Your heartbeat was rapid, dangerously fast that you thought you might drop dead.

It wasn't much time until you reached the furthest corridor of bookcases, luckily this was the row where you had acquired the books. You walked to the middle and stood on your toes, reaching your hand up and letting the books fly back to their original places. Then, the next book, same process. You were going awfully slow, doing your best to avoid talking to James as much as you could so your burning cheeks could go cool down and your heart would stop trying to thump out of your chest.

The third book, so close to being done until a presence suddenly overpowered you. It was right behind you and awfully familiar, towering over your stretched figure. James' cologne was what gave it away so suddenly, "Let me." his tone was going in spirals, once husky, then silky and now this. Breathless, strained and somehow desperate.

What you didn't realize was your skirt lifting up when you stood tip toe on your legs, your years of Quidditch clearly visible on your body. At least for James anyways. You heard him swallow thickly, then a muscular arm towering over her figure and pushing the last book up.

James sucked in a breath.

It was dizzying, you were never this close to him. A new territory, unfamiliar and intimate, not to mention exciting. Sure he flirted but he never took it too far, you didn't know what to think of it either. He was confident while "flirting" with Lily, he held his chest high and cracked jokes which only made the Lily blush deeper and continue to insult him. His ego boosted whenever Lily would try to hide away her blush, and the usual row of girls on the background sighing with her. It was somehow annoying, seeing James so buttered up.

James exhaled harshly.

But with you it was different, James was the one blushing. An unusual sight, James Potter being flustered but it was true. He would even stutter at times if you playfully flirted back, which happened very rarely. He would start off confident, and it would die down in a matter of seconds.

James was breathing almost heavily now.

You felt proud at sometimes, you even believed that James maybe would be harboring feelings for you. But then that big ole clump in your head would yell 'why would he, he's James Potter. Also, he's been in love with the same girl for years.' and all that hope would dissolve away.

James groaned desperately.

So frankly, you didn't know how you ended up with your skirt hiked up your waist, panties messily tucked aside and thick cock buried to hilt between your walls and continuously slamming into that one, dizzying spot. James' hands slithered around your waist and his arms tightly encircled on your stomach to press. You could feel every single muscle. Every single muscle to from stomach, down his thighs and the flesh between them.

He pressed his chest on your back, whispered the filthiest phrases he could think of to make you writhe, told you how pathetic you were for letting him do this in a ruddy library. Maybe this was what caused him to run a hand up your chest and clasp his hand around your throat. "Keep quiet, don't want anyone seeing you like this." he had told you, and it was the slight roll of his hips that made you unable to answer and barely take it.

You babbled, drooled, worshipped his cock with your sopping cunt until he was telling you that he loved you. He pulled on your chin to kiss you, sloppy and wet and he didn't let you answer. His glasses were pushed behind, rocking back and forth with his body, dangerously close to falling off. He was gorgeous and with your hands propped on the library shelves, you whimpered an "I love you." back. The two of you came, claiming each other and lazy smiles knowing that the feelings the both of you harbored was reciprocated, and the possibility of having something more was true.

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