#and testament is like. oh god oh fuck. youre right.
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How much do I need to pay for some more aang and suki shenanigans?
same girl!!! their friendship (that is almost entirely hypothetical and mostly exists in my head) is soo important to me i just know they’re best friends. like obviously the fact that suki is close with appa and momo already signifies a lot about the nature of their relationship, but they barely interact throughout the show, which makes sense considering that suki is mostly there to supplement sokka’s character and all her other interactions with the gaang are fairly limited (katara and suki friendship though….. also deeply important. to me). but as the most emotionally healthy, stable, self-possessed, and just straight up cool members of the gaang, i just know they’d get along like a house on fire.
i think suki would pretty quickly come to see aang as a little brother figure the same way sokka does, and suki would be the big sister he never had in return. and they definitely get into all kinds of little adventures together after the war, like aang telling suki about the cactus juice incident and suki immediately being like “omg we NEED to try that (don’t tell sokka and katara)”, or going around helping rebuild villages and relocate displaced peoples together, or pranking each other in increasingly crazier ways.
oh yes the aang and suki prank war is very real (toph and katara have a concurrent prank war going on of course; zuko who is far too sensitive & gullible, and sokka who is far too anxious, refuse to be caught in the crosshairs of either of these conflicts). it starts at the western air temple and ends when both of them are dead. everyone on kyoshi island genuinely worships aang like a god and so they think suki is absolutely fucking insane for putting cactus juice in his smoothie right before he’s supposed to deliver a big speech, but she’s just like “no it’s gonna be so fucking funny, just trust me.” (and it is.)
the “putting a “snake” in your sleeping bag and humiliating you in front of your almost boyfriend and his hot dad -> reading katara a really bad poem and then claiming that aang wrote it for her -> loosening the bedframe in your bedroom on ember island so that it crashes during sex (the point at which aang learned NEVER to make sokka collateral damage in these escapades) -> making the whole gaang sit through a colonialist propaganda play just because you know it’ll piss aang off -> putting hot sauce in your red face paint so that it stings and burns your eyelids so bad throughout the entirety of zuko’s coronation day -> nearly causing an international incident because you straight up endangered the life of the avatar” pipeline is so fucking real you guys.
and for what it’s worth, a lot of people assume that aang and suki actually hate each other, and that’s why they’re so invested in this prank war. but they love each other deeply, and that’s evident whenever they’re not in the middle of concocting a nefarious revenge plot, like when they go for long walks together, or just sit and chill outside, or cook together, or any other one of the many other activities they enjoy in each other’s company. they don’t hold grudges either. the pranking is fun for them because they’re both secure enough in themselves to understand that it’s being done out a shared sense of joy and whimsy, and not out of any desire to genuinely antagonize the other. to be fair, sometimes their pranks do actually go too far in various ways, but again, no hard feelings. it’s just a testament to the skill of the pranker, and an invitation for the other to step up their game.
#professordino#asks#aang#suki#aang&suki#go thru that tag for more aang&suki shenaningans. btw#they are so important to me#as are all big sister little brother relationships…… for no reason in particular . of course
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I saw the Pole, I'm gonna ask this now .... more Retro handling people who trouble Vox. Maybe with a view on Vox's reactions to seeing Retro's murder on film at the end? He's always watching after all.
Rotting for Old Times Sake (gore warning)
“Depollute me, pretty baby,” I said softly, thinking of Vox. Usually I was so caught up in the act of slicing people open I could hardly focus on anything but the feeling of adrenaline in my veins. But now? Oh now… I was lovesick.
“Suck the rot right out of my bloodstream.”
The clouds of smoke surrounding me were a testament to such a fact. They poured out of me, each more colorful and vibrant than the last, each more destructive. Pinks and purples and reds. Pretty, really. There was nothing cuter than something that looked so wonderful and could kill you in an instant.
“Oh, dilute me, gentle angel…”
The people I’d gathered were rotting at a rapid pace. Some body’s were more damaged than others, some were fresh. I’d gathered them all, no matter how decayed and decrepit, here today for a cleansing. Time to watch them rot, for old times sake.
“Water down what I called being grateful.”
I smiled as I watched the skin peel and fall off the corpses, some of them boiling and blistering, others blue and cracked. I thought of Vox, how I’d seen him electrocute someone the other day. I was sitting in his office, watching through the camera, and I knew he didn’t know that I knew that he’d killed one of his assistants. I remembered the way he held the corpse in his hands, how he tossed it aside without a care. A warm fuzzy feeling spread in my chest and I couldn’t help but feel elated. God, how I wished he’d kill for me.
“Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me..”
And the taste of smoke on his lips, fuck that was beautiful. Not Val’s smoke, not toxic fumes, but his own. He rarely smoked, as far as I could tell, he only did it when he was in a good mood, feeling worked up. I could imagine him like that, now. How he may act.
“Not to take me home.”
I thought of him, that warm feeling in me only growing as I moved around. I had to spread the toxins in the air effectively, so I’d been doing a small sort of dance. I was absolutely entranced by the mere thought of Vox doing anything like this, for me or otherwise. I couldn’t wait to return home to him tonight.
“It was simple, it was sweetness…”
Being with him was always such pure bliss. The crunch of what used to be bones now reduced to nothing under my shoe was nothing in comparison to the soft hum of his TV head. The silence that filled the space I was in (save for my singing) was so boring in comparison to the wonderful static and white noise that accompanied Vox wherever he went.
“It was good to know.”
I left the alleyway, now full of nothing but lingering toxins in the air and an ashy sort of dust and dirt on the floor. I hummed and did a little twirl, happy as ever as I made my way to the grocery store. I still had to pick up the ingredients for dinner tonight. I was going to be making his favorite, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. My heart beat faster in anticipation at the thought.
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Vox sat in his office, his heart fluttering as he watched it all go down. He hummed and sung along softly to your little song, he knew it well. He admired the clouds and puffs of poison and toxins you emitted, how deadly it was. So unassuming and pretty at first glance, but it was that very same innocuous appearance that made it so dangerous. The smoke reminded him of you- just how similair you were to it was amazing. Beautiful and sweet but ruthless. He’d watched you hold a man’s heart in your hand as you tore it out of his ribcage, once, and the only thing he felt was pure unadulterated love and joy.
Now, he felt a certain familiar heat rise to his face and- god, he was overheating already! He loved your singing with all his heart, and he didn’t get to hear it often- you were far too shy about it and never really sung around the house. Hearing you sing at all was a blessing, but while you were killing? For him, no less!
It was everything he could ever hope for, everything he could ever dream of. How utterly devoted you were, it was enchanting. He adored these acts of service, he loved watching every moment. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his afterlife with you.
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… there are 2 testament centric chapters id love to scan even just for my own enjoyment but the thought of taking these books apart makes me sad. Maybe if i just. Squish it down hard enough itll look okay. I just want to have new testament images
#as far as i can tell theyre both really sweet ;-;#1 is genuinely just. testament epic depression. dizzy is trying to get them to take better care of themself (they arent eating?)#+ stop isolating themself but they dont think they deserve it. saying its punishment for their sins#and well eventually johnny is like actually i think making dizzy sad is a worse sin than killing people#and testament is like. oh god oh fuck. youre right.#so they say theyll come and visit more :)#the other is more lighthearted KIND OF#testament keeps popping up in weird placs on the ship to watch over dizzy#and johnny is like. hey you can leave she doesnt need you anymore its okay#and they fuck off. and johnny is like hm maybe i shouldnt have said that i feel kinda bad. i cant stop thinking about them#and then no exaggeration hes like oh jeez its been a while since testament showed up. what if they killed themself. DONT SAY THAT?#but its okay cuz then testament shows up and they have a puppy dog. theyve taken up rescuing animals (i think) . theyre happy about it#and the last panel is them surrounded by animals. i think they filled the ship with animals.#acknowledgement that they like animals… kliff says that about them in missing link. its not in the english version tho.#or maybe he says they like nature? i dont remember exactly. but close enough animals are in nature. its okay#I DIDNT MEAN TO TYPE THAT MUCH SORRY. to the small percentage of my followers who care about testament enough to read this. hope u enjoyed#MORE STUFF HAPPENS in these chapters im summarizing. poorly. also my understanding is based on google translate lol but i get the gist#the kat goes meow
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biker! blade? how about guitarist! blade who fucks u before stepping onto the stage and according to him, its a good luck ritual 🫶🫶🫶
oh lawd…. u got me thinking.. guitarist blade is good w his fingers u guys CANNOT tell me otherwise
guitarist!blade x fem!reader. cw. nsfw. semi public s3x, v4ginal fingering, squirting, one pussy slap, cunnilingus, use of nicknames, blade referred 2 as “yingxing” | minors dni | nsfw under the cut !
blade groaned deeply, reveling in the sight of his precious beloved’s pleasure-stricken face. your cries filled his changing room, echoing off the walls like a testament to the newfound connection between your drenched cunt and his fingers. each thrust of his digits brought you closer to heaven, but made you fear for the worst.. there were people around, the door wasn’t locked.. you knew someone could come in any moment now. but blade? aeons.. he just wanted to savour every single moan that left your lips, igniting the fire within his body. but yet, he knew this little intimacy wouldn’t last long because of his concert he had to preform. ugh.. such bad timing.
“bladie, please…” he heard you beg, his heart lurched at the little nickname, “yingxing.. you really need to go out there and preform.. we can do this alone later..” your soft murmurs were interrupted by the sudden curl of his fingers, a sharp gasp left your lips at the sensation as you could almost feel sweat dripping down your forehead, mingling with tears of anguish and elation. “this is good luck," he panted desperately, trying to ease his arousal as he rubbed himself against the couch. “don’t interrupt.. you know you enjoy this as much as i do, don’t you?”
he shoved a third digit inside, eliciting another whimper from his precious darling.. a low chuckle rumbled in his throat, marvelling at the warmth and tightness of your pussy around his slender fingers, you knew he was getting tired of using his fingers.. you knew from how lazy his pumps were getting, they were steady.. yes, but they were also slowing down by the second. a wave of relief washed through you when blade retracted his fingers from your drooling cunt. in his eyes, it was still begging for more. but in yours? you were absolutely exhausted! you grumbled, slowly trying to get up. ah, maybe he finally stopped, right?
you were more wrong than ever. that was just the beginning.
blade raised his freehand to land a quick yet painful slap to your cunt. “ouch..! hey!” you yelped, furrowing your eyebrows with a pout. “silly girl. did you think we were done? the good luck charm has not come onto me yet.”
“w—what? what do you mean it hasn’t “come onto” you yet?! do i look like tinkerbell to you—“ blade almost immediately delved into your wet heat, oh yeah. this was what he needed. his good luck charm of the day. his tongue stroked along your folds delicately at first, kissing your clit with his pretty lips as he tasted you. fuck, he needed this alright. his fingers played with your hole gently while his mouth continued its rhythm. he was determined to give you pleasure beyond measure, but yet he was also determined to give himself a reward for all the hard work throughout the day, and.. his good luck charm he was so desperate to get. your soft cries rang out loud yet wonderfully in his changing room, praying to the gods above that nobody would walk in. the male’s tongue darted playfully over your clit while he slowly slid two fingers inside you.
“blade..” your body arched off the couch when he dug his fingers knuckles deep within you, teasingly doing a scissoring motion as your cries filled the quiet room. the more he saw you moan, the more he saw you squirm.. the more he desired you. his wet muscle picked up the pace as he licked and sucked hungrily, eating you out like a starved man.. the sounds of slurping and licking were evident. each moan that escaped from your mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through him; he wanted nothing more than your release. on his face.
before you could say anything, your hand flung onto your mouth as your eyes were sewn shut, squirting on his face with a sense of relief. “.. ah.. ah? oh my god.. i’m so sorry!” blade only scoffed at your apology, bringing his hand to wipe his face as he eagerly lapped up the remaining mess on your pussy, savouring your taste while watching you tremble underneath him. a satisfied grin spread wide across his face. “that’s what i was hoping for.”
“.. huh?”
“your release. your release on my face. my.. good luck charm for the performance today.”
ugh.. seriously, you really need to put a leash on this man, or he’ll eat you out every few minutes before his performances. well.. not like you’d mind anyway.
@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.
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can you write something on how the Lin Keui trio would react to their s/o who can't handle the cold as well as them?
tis the season or something guys! but it's been snowing for two days and guyys oh my GOD i love the snow so much. i love christmas season so much, actually. im like emo or something but i dont care i love christmas season !!! its funny cause i dont celebrate christmas LMFAO. I ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING PLANNED OUT SO JUST YOU WAIT!!! also given the release of the new season i think i am riiiiiight on time, readers.
cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread
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Bi-Han...
takes note of your shivering right away. He scoffs a little, then wraps an arm around you. It'd be cute! IF IT HELPED.
He's fucking FREEZING. It takes him a moment to remember that he's naturally cold.
After that, he apologizes quickly, and wastes no time getting you a jacket. And some blankets. A lot of blankets, actually. He gets you some scalding hot tea, too. Let it cool down a bit. Please.
Bi-Han's only a little bit prickly about the fact that you're a bit more susceptible to the cold. Considering he's a CRYOmancer, the cold is like a lifestyle for him. But he forgives you.
Aside from a little panting though, he actually cuddles up to you. If you two are in private and he knows no one will interrupt you two. He finds it hard to swallow his pride. But he won't let you freeze.
Kuai Liang...
is already glued to your side. So it's pretty hard to be cold around him. He's like a walking space heater. And it can only get better.
He'll pull you in close, reaaaal close, and just keep you there. Cling to him, he begs. Seriously. There's no need for jackets or blankets with him. Maybe some tea.
He'll even gradually increase the temperature around you two, like a testament to his love. He actually gets kinda defensive if you still need gloves or something.
Speaking of gloves, Kuai Liang LOVES holding your hands in his hands. Not just like holding hands, but cupping his hands around yours.
Anywhere, he's holding you close to keep you warm. Show you off a little, while he's at it. He especially loves it when your clinging to his arm.
Tomas Vrbada...
actually worries himself sick over you. So when he catches you shivering, even if it's just for a second, he's already all over you.
He's got a surprisingly warm body temperature! Unfortunately he cannot heat up anymore, so he's got like a whole checklist on what to get you. Especially on particularly cold days.
Blankets first. He actually kinda forces you inside. But for good reason. He's got like 17 different blankets picked out for you. He's also got some hot cocoa for you, as well.
And if you don't want to stay inside? He has you put on some gloves. Shoves two more pairs in your coat's pocket as well. Like he makes sure you have more than enough layers.
But Tomas does it all out of love! He's kind of a worrywart over you, he can't help but be protective over... literally everything!
Rest assured, you won't be cold around him. Like he really doesn't want you to be. Any little slip, a soft chatter of your teeth, and he's freaking out!!!
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Force of Will (NSFW) Ft: Chaeyoung *Twice
Authors note: congrats to twice for another successful string of concerts I hope they can rest and pursue whatever endeavors fill their hearts.
Part I kinda
The baby tiger of twice was acting less like the timid baby of twice and more like the proud monarch of the jungle as she bounced on your cock, hours after finishing a grueling flight. After another string of insanely successful concerts. As tiring as the concerts were they always left her violently charged with sexual energy.
Something about being adored by thousands set her off. Typically it wasn't a problem because usually she had you at her disposal to keep that energy in check, but with you working on an intense case these last few days had you stuck and busy.
Chae understood of course you were both young professionals who took their craft seriously and moved with exceptional care. It is what attracted her to you at the start of your relationship.
So Chaeyoung held all of the virulent horniness inside herself until she got home and found you sleeping. She bit her lip. She should let you sleep honestly but her body raged against her as her lust overcame her. She reaches into your sweatpants past your underwear and begins to stroke your already hard cock. She smiles. Even off in another world, your body was always ready for her. A testament not only to the compassion you had for her but your sexual compatibility with each other. You begin to rouse as the dream you are in becomes too sexually charged and wakes up to Chae’s face. She smiles at you but it’s not cute it is the look of raw sexual tension and hunger.
“Morning Tiger.” You say dazed and confused. You attempt to look at the clock but Chose jerks your head so you're still facing her. Chaeyoubg then forgoes a greeting and goes straight to kissing you. Her extensions fall along the sides of your face as she continues stroking you. As usual, her lips taste like strawberries. Or at least that's what your addled brain currently is perceiving. She breaks the kiss to take off her skirt, safety shorts, and underwear.
“ I have missed you so much.” Chaeyoung cooed. Her body vibrated with sexual anxiety as she began to fully undress, “the tour was so stressful and I need relief. Can you give me relief?” as Chaeyoung spoke her eyes widened with each word hoping that her seduction would be enough to rouse you from the haze of fatigue. You stand up now shaking off the dust in your mind as Chaeyoung falls onto the bed. She smiles at you with lustful glee.
“Where do you//” you begin but in her almost feverish lust Chaeyoung cuts you off
“Stuff my pussy with cum till I can't walk anymore.” you nod. You look over to your clock to make sure that tomorrow isn't the day you're meeting with clients. After verifying you flip Chae over and plunge into her sodden pussy. Chae screams as you fill her. Her mind blanks for a moment before she can speak again. You begin to thrust. She is so much tighter than usual. Chaeyoung moans and speaks out in a lusty haze. “Oh god, I missed this dick. I want to ride it every fucking night.” Chaeyoung moaned. As she speaks you increase your pace of filling her driving her crazy. You watch as her tight little ass begins to jiggle with each thrust and an idea pops in your head. You pull Chaeyoung’s hair. She jolts up to you as her body arches into yours.
“You're such a slut, Chae. Stroking me off while I'm sleeping.” Chaeyoung's pussy tightens at your words,
“I'm a slut only for you honey.” Chaeyoung moans as you continue to thrust into her. You feel her getting closer to release and decide to help her get there. You put your hands over both her nipples then you lean to her right ear, “cum for me tiger.” you whisper seductively as you twist her nipples. Chaeyoung screams from the pleasure raking her petite body. Her orgasm is like an eruption from her as squirt and profanities ooze from her two major holes. You continue to thrust her as she cums unrelenting. You watch as she starts to black out from the pleasure until she passes out on the bed. You smile and spoon her.
“Goodnight Tiger,” you say as you fall asleep again.
Chaeyoung wakes earlier than you do, however, and she “takes advantage” When she wakes up she feels your still hard cock poking her. She remembered that you were supposed to fill her. So hopping on while you sleep should be fine. Right. Chaeyoung flips you on your back before mounting you. Her movements force you awake as she reassures you.
“It's okay honey. Your tiger just needs her milk,” she says eyes full of unfettered passion. As she rides you her walls clamp down in ways you are not used to. “Just let go, baby. Cum for me.” Chaeyoubg hums repeatedly as she transitions from riding to bouncing on your cock. Chae begins to lose herself to the pleasure again and forgets about you filling her and decides to use you some more for her pleasure
“Play with my nipples again baby.” Your tiger demands so you comply, with a languid pace, you run your hands from her waist to her breasts. As you do so she moans intensely “Oh god baby yes.” she says as her pussy clamps down on you further you cry out as you fondle her sensitive nipples as she cums again. You let her flow through her orgasm as she continues to bounce on top of you riding out the rest of her high. As she falls onto your chest she whispers those magic words
“Use me, baby,” she says. All of your service pays off as you begin thrusting again her pussy is an overstimulated mess as you thrust in and out. Your tiger's tired whimpers spur you on as you chase your finish.
“Yeah fuck me harder. Just like that.” chaeyoung smiled her voice so blissed out and pushed you over the edge as you unleashed into her. Unsatisfied you keep pounding into her as your balls expel all the cum they had been storing. Chaeyoung groans as she hits another high. Which extends yours. When the two of you finally both calm down. Chae looks at you with happy eyes.
“I did miss you, babe.” Chaeyoung says “Not just your dick.” she said as she idly began stroking you again. Not to get you going she just liked to play with it.
“I can see,” you say content. “How was the concert?” you ask
“Oh, they went great. You were right Once love the new songs, plus We got to do Hello again and I love that song.” your tiger said happy
“It's my favorite as well,” you reply. Chae Young's face soured before asking
“I guess you have to get ready for work now?
“No. Well, not anymore. I finished the case yesterday and am taking a few days off as of now.” you answer looking at the clock. Chaeyoung grins mischievously before saying
“Oh, then we have plenty of time then.”
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John makes me fucking crazy because like. Hes God, right? But he's also a millennial who lived in the era of Twitch. He KNOWS who God is. Depending on circumstance hes probably read at least some of the bible (i think he mentions having gone to Catholic school?) so like. All of this jesus shit thats going on? He knows. He gets it.
He is literally a capricious god of fire and brimstone, punishing humanity for a generations-ago original sin, absolutely refusing to forgive. He IS the old testament God right now. Kill-your-children-for-me God. And to some degree I'm sure he knew that, but hes got other things on his mind. Like the aforementioned revenge. Its probably not top of the list to consider the biblical implications of destroying planets and evaporating people.
And then. This God. Who will not forgive. Who refuses to shed his blood. Looks into the eyes of a girl conceived through a miracle, his own flesh and blood, and she /has already died for humanity/. It already happened. Its Holy Saturday. He wasnt ready to forgive, but she was. She was and she did in the very salt water that he abandoned in search of vengeance. And those gold eyes look up at him from her personal tomb and he must understand that here, at the edge of the known universe, his very own brand of personal aestheticism has come to /bite him in the ass./
Oh, you wanted to be God? Here's Jesus. She's already dead. Good luck.
Christ, I'd be on a bender too.
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can i ask for endeavor eating his gf out
SINFUL SUNDAY
Enji's skilled tongue worked with astonishing swiftness, while his calloused fingers deftly opened your entrance. Your arousal, akin to the slow, sensuous cascade of melting ice cream, trickled down, and he pursued every drop with the tip of his tongue. In this intense moment, he was utterly immersed in his senses, every fiber of his being fixated on you.
Endeavor could hear the soft, desperate panting escaping your lips, a symphony of your pleasure filling the room. He could witness the sinuous dance of your body, caught in the rapture of his expertise. Every movement, every arch, and every quiver of your form spoke volumes to him, an eloquent testament to the overwhelming sensations he bestowed upon you.
Sensations deepened as he felt your skin grow warm and slick beneath his ministrations, a shimmering sheen of sweat and a pulsating heartbeat that echoed in his fingertips. Yet, above all, it was the exquisite aroma and flavor of your essence that consumed him. The intimate taste of your ambrosia was the most precious elixir, a feast for his senses that left him intoxicated and utterly captivated by the symphony of your pleasure.
Enji had spread you open wider and delved his tongue into your wetness. Moving up, down, left, and right, he explored you blindly. Creating moist, heated circles with his tongue, he sensed your thighs quivering and your rear clenching.
"Just like that, Enji," you encouraged him, slipping one of your hands into his hair.
Suddenly, your back had arched as he touched that spot of pure arousal and passion with his tongue. The feverish rubbing of your fingers over your clit had paled in comparison to the way his starved tongue had connected with your clit. Its sanctuary had felt like a nook designed by the divine for his tongue. You had shuddered and moaned. You had wanted to cum? Not yet.
Todoroki had slid his tongue into your pussy and had literally drunk the fluid out like a thirsty animal. He had been fucking you with his skilled tongue and nuzzling your clit, just barely brushing it with a slow rhythm while he had dug his tongue as deep and hard as it would go into you.
Your tight pussy had squeezed against Enji's tongue, pushing it out instinctively, only to guide it back to your aching clit. The strokes against it had quickened, yet remained steady, applying just the right amount of pressure to avoid any raw sensations. His aim had been endurance, but his own intense desire to please you had outpaced the capabilities of his mouth.
The washings of his tongue had proven almost too much for you to bear, and your legs had involuntarily squeezed his head in sheer pleasure. Todoroki's ears had burned, and the excitement had caused him to release precum into his fitted shorts. You had reluctantly released his head from your legs, only to use your hands to press Enji firmly into your moist lap. Instead of air, he had happily breathed in the silky flavors of your pussy.
"Oh God, Endeavor," you had whined, your body still spasming from the overwhelming pleasure.
Enji had bitten your thigh, using it as a way to distract and punish you. His movements were precise, driven by his desire to control his own pleasure. He began by tracing his tongue along your extended clit in wide, arcing motions, soothing it before gradually transitioning to the area of your hood. With a narrow tongue, he circled it in tight, tantalizing circles. Enji had no intention of leaving you in this moment.
As he worked his magic, you barely noticed the finger caressing the outside of your buttocks, sliding up and down your crack in perfect sync with his passionate kisses. Todoroki's tongue made a sudden leftward dart, changing direction to keep you on your toes. He then lifted his head to blow a sweet breath across your clit, prompting your hand to make a second feeble attempt to satisfy your desires.
"You're quite the minx, darling," he chuckled darkly. Enji interlocked his hands with yours, pulling them down towards your thighs, urging your hips to thrust into his face. The sensation of his tongue, hard and fast, against your slit made you moan with pleas for release. Those whimpers were his reward for prolonging your ecstasy. He continued to work his tongue vigorously against your clit before it slipped into your heated cunny, tongue-fucking you while humming lowly.
In a matter of seconds, you climaxed, tensing and shuddering as you came, your thick juices gushing out of your pussy. A primal scream escaped your parted lips as you rolled your head back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that washed over you.
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TAKE CARE OF YOU [2]
Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader
Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)
Chapter Word Count: 7,029
Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?
[a/n: i am having too much fun with this, my mind is going wild]
02: HE'S LOADED, BABE
"take a chance. risk everything. be honest. jump. go for it. be all in. why not. or why do anything at all." -jacob holguin
For the first time, maybe ever, you were the one with the insane story to share with Nima. You were actually kind of excited. When you texted her, she said she was still in the office and she told you to swing by because she wasn’t too busy. This wasn’t the first time you had been to her office, but you found it amusing every single time. The rest of the floor had the button down kind of look one would expect of a workplace, but Nima’s little corner was decorated in bright colors. It was a testament to her skill really. If you were indispensable then you could push boundaries.
“Hey!” Nima bounced when she saw you walking toward her office. You stepped in and dropped onto the couch she had pushed up against the wall. “I’m so glad you’re here. I have the craziest story.” Nima was rushing around the room putting away papers and blueprints. Her space was always poorly organized in your opinion, but according to her everything had its place. “It involves a loose chicken, a gallon of paint, and that asshole from the third floor I was telling you about.”
Unable to hold it in, you blurted it out. “I got asked to be a sugar baby.”
Nima blinked for a moment, dazed, then screeched in shock as she threw herself down onto the couch beside you. “Holy shit, what?? And you let me waste time talking about the chicken?” You did want to eventually hear about that. “Tell me everything.”
“You remember that guy I bought a coffee for like two weeks back?”
“Yes!” Nima gasped and you nodded. “Oh my God! I told you I felt sparks.” She paused. “Wait, can he afford to be a sugar daddy? He looked like a homeless cowboy when we saw him.”
You pointed to her. “So, are you thinking ‘cowboy’ too? Because I have been going back and forth between that and lumberjack, but I haven’t⏤”
“If you don’t give me more details right now...”
“Sorry.” You chuckled. You gave her the shorthand version of how he had been visiting you at the bakery and how it ended with him offering to ‘take care of you’ this afternoon. Nima just stared, mouth agape, the entire time. You finished by telling her that he had asked you to meet him this weekend. “So… yeah. Yeah.” You shot her a sheepish smile and just repeated yourself. “Yeah.”
Nima clapped her hands, excited, but you watched as she steeled her features. She shifted so she faced you entirely on the couch. “Wait. You’re always the voice of logic when I get myself into something insane. My turn.” She cleared her throat. “Are you sure you’re willing to basically fuck a stranger for all this? That’s not you.”
You twisted your lips at her words. Was it so out of the question for you to go out on a limb and put yourself out there? Granted, jumping from the vanilla lifestyle you lived to having sex with someone so they’d pay your bills was like going from 0 to 120 in a racecar⏤ or rocket.
As if Nima could see your inner turmoil, she pointed at you. “No, no. Don’t misunderstand. It’s not that I think you aren’t capable of making that decision and going for it. However, up until now you’ve been the serious relationship kind, and your last relationship was almost six months ago.” True. “Plus, you like monogamy. There is no guarantee that would occur here. What if he has multiple sugar babies? And⏤”
“It doesn't matter.” You blurted. You realized then that maybe you weren’t prepared to consider all those angles. You still hadn’t even gone on another date since your last boyfriend. “He doesn’t want sex.” Nima tilted her head in confusion. “The deal is he ‘takes care of me’ and I offer him platonic companionship. Be his date at some of his work functions⏤ no strings attached.”
Nima scoffed. “Girl, then what the fuck are you waiting for?? Say yes right now!”
“Well,” You laughed, “There’s a lot to consider.”
“No. The only thing to consider was sex and if that is off the table? Done.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Somehow, I don’t think a sugar baby and sugar daddy contract is⏤ Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying these words.” You blew out a breath. “Anyways, I don’t think it’s that simple.”
Nima paused in thought. Her fingers drummed against her thigh for a few seconds before her face lit up with a bright smile. “We’re going out to dinner.” Nima jumped up to grab her phone and dialed a number. “My cousin has a friend who has a sister who knows all about this stuff.”
You mentally tried to follow the line of relation that Nima drew out, but you didn’t have the time to question her before she started talking on the phone in Korean. There was no telling what your evening would have in store, Nima knew an odd collection of people, but you assume anything would be helpful right now.
The restaurant you and Nima traveled to in order to meet this mystery woman was the definition of upper class. It was the kind of place you wouldn’t even stop outside of in fear that they’d call the cops on you for loitering. You especially didn’t feel prepared to walk in right now in your work clothes⏤ simple jeans and a plain shirt. At least the apron was removable. When you walked in you were fairly certain the man working as the host was going to throw you out. However, all it took was name dropping the person you were supposed to meet and the host led you back. He gave both of you disgusted looks the entire time, but he still took you back.
As he turned to leave, Nima flipped him off from behind and you quickly grabbed her arm to bring it down. You hissed at her. “We’re already on thin ice.” The table was in a private room. “Who is this?”
“Rosalind Turby.”
“Yeah, you’ve already told me the name, but who is this Rosalind lady?”
Nima shrugged. “All I know is her sister owes my cousin a favor so we’re cashing that shit in.”
You shrugged and the two of you entered the private room. It was elegantly decorated with florals and crystals. An odd combination in your opinion. The table in the middle of the room was covered in a white tablecloth set for three. A beautiful woman sat there on her phone, but she peered up at your entrance and a brilliant smile filled her features.
She stood up, “Hello, girlies!” Rosalind motioned for the two of you to join her. She was probably in her mid to late thirties if you had to guess. Her blonde hair was nearly platinum and fell past her shoulders in beautiful, perfect curls. Right now she had on a tight light blue dress with jewelry dripping from her neck and wrists⏤ all diamonds. Were those real?? She didn’t seem to bat an eye at the clothes you and Nima were wearing. “It’s so lovely to meet you two. I’m Rosalind.”
You both introduced yourselves before sitting down. Nima was quick to grab the wine bottle sitting on the table and began to pour. You resisted the urge to nudge her with your elbow. Rosalind rang a little silver bell sitting on the table and you nearly laughed at the sight of it until a waiter swept in. She ordered something for the group. At least that’s what you assumed based on the way she motioned to the table. It was hard to say considering she was speaking French.
Rosalind finished and focused back on you and Nima who were just staring at her in shock. She laced her fingers together and leaned forward. “So, I hear one of you girls is thinking of becoming a sugar baby.” Nima immediately pointed at you and you sheepishly raised a hand. “That’s so cute. What makes you want to branch into my world?”
“Oh.” You blinked. “You were⏤ are a sugar baby?”
Rosalind nodded and flipped some hair over her shoulder. “Have been since I was 23.”
“Holy shit.” Nima hissed at you. “Is this gonna be your life?”
You lightly smacked her thigh with the back of your hand. No. Of course not. This wasn’t⏤ Nah. Well… Was this going to be your life if you said yes? You couldn’t picture yourself sitting where Rosalind was right now. She had an air of natural elegance. There was no way a restaurant host ever shot her bad looks.
Rosalind chuckled. “Well?”
“Uh,” You had briefly forgotten her question, “I’m not sure. A man…propositioned me and I have a couple days before he expects an answer from me.”
“You must be thinking it over seriously to involve me.”
“I hope we’re not bothering you.” You blurted. “We’re strangers but⏤”
Rosalind waved her hand with a laugh that reminded you of tinkling bells. Where had this woman come from? Was she made in some ‘perfect woman’ factory? She shook her head. “Please. I’m always eager to help the new girls enter this world of ours. We’re a tight knit group.”
“Really? There’s a community of… sugar babies?”
“Why of course!” Rosalind scoffed playfully. “We have to look out for one another after all.” She reached across the table to squeeze your hand. “So ask me all the questions you might have, sweetie.”
You glanced at Nima who just shrugged before tossing back the rest of her wine. “Um,” You smiled at Rosalind, “Have you had the same…uh, the same⏤”
“Daddy?” Rosalind chuckled and your cheeks burned. “You’re going to need to be comfortable calling him ‘daddy’. There’s no shame in it.” She shook her head. “And no. I’ve had seven so far.” Seven? It sounded like this woman had made an actual career of this lifestyle. That was impressive. Maybe she was the perfect person to ask questions to. “That’s a conversation for another day though. Let’s just focus on your first daddy.”
You chuckled, “Yeah, right. Well, how does it…work? He just said he wants to take care of me and that seems…vague.”
“It’s subjective usually.” Rosalind began. Waiters came in with trays of food and Nima rubbed her hands together in excitement. “If your contract with him is the basic kind then he pays for you to live. Rent, bills, expenses. Not to mention toys and gifts and all the fun kind of goodies.” She scrunched her nose like she was sharing an exciting secret. “And in return, you give him your lovely company.”
You knew exactly what she meant by company.
“You said contract?”
Rosalind nodded. “If your daddy truly has the kind of funds to really take care of you then he’ll push for a contract. This is your opportunity to set firm boundaries. The last thing you’d want is for him to get a piece of you just to toss you aside. Or worse, you get used to this kind of lifestyle just for him to suddenly change his terms and hang it over your head.” She sighed. “I’ve truly heard all the horror stories.”
“Horror stories?”
“Yes. This kind of relationship is built on trust, but not all those who get involved are deserving. You need to make sure the daddy trying to buy you isn’t going to take advantage or hurt you.” You winced both at the idea of being abused and the wording of her statement. Is that what this was? You were being bought? If she noticed your discomfort she didn’t mention it. Rosalind took a sip of her own wine. “How long have you known your daddy⏤”
“He’s not my daddy.” You blurted.
“Yet.” Rosalind winked. Your cheeks burned again and you tried to imagine what it’d feel like calling Joel that. Could he even take you seriously? Someone like Rosalind using that phrase sounded tempting and sweet. You, in comparison, were just awkward. “So? How long? And has he mentioned any contract details?”
Nima chimed in, “Like two weeks-ish?” You nodded. “Would he even want a contract? That’s for just the super rich guys, right?”
“Typically.” Rosalind nodded. “Here. What’s his name?” Your eyes widened at the question. “If he’s been a daddy before I’ll know him. As I said, we’re a close knit community. We even keep a track of the men who are black listed. I’ll be able to tell you if he's a danger as well.”
Oh, that was helpful.
“Joel Miller.” You smiled. Rosalind’s smile fell right off her face, jaw popping open, and Nima spat out a mouthful of red wine. It splattered and stained the white tablecloth. Your eyes darted between them as they just stared at you. “What?”
“You never told me Mr. Miller wants to be your sugar daddy!” Nima cried.
“You were there the day I met him! And how do you even know him?” You asked.
Nima gaped at you like a fish out of water. “He owns the construction company that hired my office! I’ve never seen him, except in like a few pictures, but Mr. Miller was never wearing flannel in any of those photos. I seriously thought he might be homeless the day we met him.”
“Construction company?” You breathed.
Rosalind cleared her throat before taking a long sip of her wine. Her smile returned, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Wow. I knew Joel Miller was on the market, but I wasn't aware he had chosen someone. And someone brand new for his first one.”
“I’d be his first too?” You asked. The knowledge that this was as new to him as it was to you actually made you feel much better. Maybe that was why he had been so nervous this afternoon. This was the first time he had ever offered that proposition.
“Yes.”
Nima let out a laugh before shaking your shoulder, “He’s loaded, babe.”
“That’s a good description.” Rosalind chuckled. You were able to ask a few more questions, but about ten minutes later she glanced at her phone and then rose from the table. “I am so sorry, girlies. But I’m needed elsewhere.”
“Oh, well thank you for⏤”
She said your name in a sickly sweet tone while picking up her purse. You didn’t recognize the brand, but you knew it was probably just as expensive as everything else she wore. “I’m only saying this out of concern for you. Being a sugar baby can be very demanding and you seem to be jumping in the deep end.” Your eyes widened. “There’s a reason we all refer to Joel Miller as the ‘white whale’. He’s the dream daddy, but typically men with those kinds of means want the most. I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“Thank…you?”
“Absolutely, sweetie.” She blew you and Nima a kiss before heading for the door. “So nice to meet you two!”
Nima and you just watched her leave before turning to one another. You furrowed your brow. “That was kind of weird, wasn’t it? I thought it was going good, but…”
“I think she was jealous.” Nima replied. You rolled your eyes. “No, seriously.”
“Did you see her? The Rosalinds of the world do not get jealous over people like me.”
Nima scoffed. She motioned to you with her wine glass, “First of all, you’re a fucking catch. I’ve been telling you that for years and now you have proof beyond my genius because Joel Miller wants you to call him daddy.”
“That’s still weird to hear…”
“And secondly,” Nima continued on, “That warning she gave? That was a ‘I don’t want you to go through with this because I wish it were me instead’ kind of warning.” You leaned your head to rest it on the top of the chair’s back. As weird as this meeting had gone, it had been helpful. You learned a lot of things. “So? Are you gonna meet up with him?”
You blew out a sigh, “I’m still not sure.”
“Here.” Nima spun in her seat to face you. “Yes or no only. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like Joel Miller?”
He was fun to talk to. You enjoyed the moments you got with him in the bakery. So, technically, you did. “Yes.”
“Do you think Joel Miller would physically hurt you if you just met up with him on Saturday?”
You never got that vibe from him before and if you met him in a public setting he wouldn’t be much of a danger to you. “No.”
“Do you want to explore this possibility a little further?”
“Yes.”
The answer came out easily enough. You weren’t ready to give a firm ‘no’ quite yet which almost felt odd. You weren’t used to relying on others for your needs. The idea of taking your hands off the wheel and letting someone else take control was daunting. However, the idea of not having to stress over bills or rent or finding a second job you didn’t love just to get by was very, very tempting. God, you just wanted a break.
“I think that’s your answer.” Nima shrugged. “Meet up with him on Saturday. You don’t have to necessarily say yes to him just because you met with him. This will just be a mission for further information.”
“Alright. Yeah.” You grinned and picked up your wine glass. “What the hell, right?”
“Exactly!” Nima cheered and the two of you clinked your glasses together before taking long sips.
You glanced around the room and at the table. “Do you think Rosalind paid for this before she left?”
Nima nodded her head in thought. Then she poured more into her glass and tossed back the large gulp of red wine before she jumped up. “Wanna make a run for it?”
“Absolutely.” You grabbed your stuff and the two of you hurried off.
It took you over an hour to get dressed, and it was embarrassing how many outfit changes you had gone through. You almost googled ‘What to wear when meeting your sugar daddy to discuss terms’, but decided that would just stress you out more. After your dinner with Rosalind you had called Joel, a feat that was painfully nerve wracking for no good reason, and you both planned to meet up at the coffee shop where you had bought him that coffee. A public setting seemed like the best bet for you, and Joel was more than happy to accommodate. You almost suggested the bakery, but considering how empty it was these days you didn’t know if it actually counted as public.
You had shown up early, still not entirely loving the clothes you chose for this event, and now you were nursing a cup of iced coffee⏤ chewing on the straw nervously. The notes app on your phone had a bullet list of points you wanted to bring up, ask about, and you scanned through them for the hundredth time. Every single bullet point was burned in your brain, but you had a feeling the moment you saw Joel it would all disappear. You jumped in surprise when your phone buzzed as a call from Joel came through.
“Shit.” You breathed and watched it ring twice more before answering it. “Hey!”
The greeting left your lips loud and excited and you mentally cursed yourself for blurting it out like that. Jesus Christ you were overthinking this.
“Hey, darlin’.” Joel replied. Somehow his voice sounded even more charming through a phone which you found entirely unfair. “I hate to do this so last minute, but I’m not gonna make it to the coffee shop. A work meeting got outta hand, but…” He grumbled. “That doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.”
You twisted your lips and found yourself actually disappointed. “Oh. No, that’s alright. It happens. Do you want to reschedule for a different day or⏤”
“What? No.” Joel replied quickly. “This is important. I wanna talk to you about this today. Plus, I’d hate for you to get cold feet.” You chuckled at the irony because you kind of thought he was the one getting cold feet. “Can you meet me at my office? We can stay down in the lobby or courtyard, or in the cafe, so it’s still public.”
“Sure!” You chirped. “Uh, what’s the address? I’ll uber⏤”
Joel actually laughed at the word ‘uber’ and you just smiled more confused than anything else. He spoke up before you could question the joke. “I’m not gonna make you order a ride to my office, darlin’. I’m sending a car.” Your eyes widened. That was a wild sentence to hear out of his mouth, but you supposed that was par for the course. “Are you at the coffee shop right now?”
“Yes.” You glanced around as if you needed to double check. “But are you sure, Joel? You really don’t have to⏤”
“I want to.” Joel said firmly. “I’m, uh, I’m excited to see you.” Your cheeks burned at the admission. “Even if you’re just comin’ to tell me off it’d be a nice break from my day today.” The sigh at the end of his sentence made it clear he was stressed or frustrated about something. “I’m sending my driver now. Should be ten minutes or so.”
“Got it.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll… see you soon then, Joel.”
“See you soon, darlin’.” He chuckled.
You hung up and just stood there for a second. He was sending a car. A car that would take you to his office of the very successful company he owns. One of the plus sides of meeting Joel in the coffee shop was that it’d feel like equal ground. However, you knew this was something you needed to get used to. You had already decided that you would be accepting his proposition as long as nothing crazy happened during this meeting.
You’d be stupid to turn it down, right?
Before you could turn and go wait outside, you paused in thought then made the decision to buy him a cup of coffee. You still remembered what he ordered the last time, and maybe it’d cheer him up a little. This meeting would go better if he was in a good mood rather than stressed about work, you figured. After buying the coffee, you only had to wait outside a minute or two before a very nice black sedan pulled up to the curb. Was that for you?
A man exited the car and came around to open the back door. He made eye contact with you and called out your name. “Oh.” You waved. “Hi, yeah. That’s me.” Obviously, he knew that. You hurried over and climbed into a car with a stranger. The thing every adult told you not to do while growing up. When the driver got back behind the wheel, you spoke up. “Thank you.”
The driver didn’t speak to you during the drive, but you weren’t sure of the etiquette of these things. There were some Uber drivers that hated it when you spoke up to them. Maybe this was the same. The car pulled up to the curb after fighting traffic and you peered out of your window to the large, very impressive building right outside your door. It was at least seven stories, but it was wider than it was tall and built with a steel and glass design. The campus surrounding it was also gorgeous with an expansive courtyard that seemed to roll right into a park next door.
“Holy shit.” You breathed.
You were so distracted by the landscape that you didn’t notice the man in an expensive looking suit approaching the car. It took even longer for you to realize that man was Joel Miller. He reached out to open the door and you sat stunned as he leaned against it
“Hey there, darlin’.” Joel greeted with a small smile. Up until now, you had only seen him in flannels and t-shirts, but by God did this man know how to wear a suit. The one he had on was a dark navy with a clean white button up. If he had on a tie before he had shed it because the top couple buttons were undone. His hair was combed back neatly and though it was still a good look for him, it made you miss his fluffed up, messy curls. His head tilted a bit, amusement filling his dark eyes, “Darlin’?”
It dawned on you that you had yet to speak. Panicked, you held up the drink you had bought for him. “Coffee.”
“Yes. That is.” Joel chuckled. He held a hand out for you to take.
When your hand settled in his, he carefully pulled you out of the car and shut the door behind you. Joel leaned over to nod his head to the driver in thanks before turning back to you. You cleared your throat and held the coffee up once more. “Yours. It’s⏤ I got it for you. It’s the same one as last time.” Joel’s eyes widened in surprise. “You just sounded stressed so I thought coffee might help.”
“Well, ain’t you a sweetheart?” Joel replied with a growing smile. He took the cup from you then shook his head. “You should know this is a one time thing though.” You raised an eyebrow in question. Joel chuckled. “The point of this is,” He motioned between the two of you with the hand holding the cup of coffee, “I’m supposed to be buyin’ you stuff.”
You chewed on your lower lip and tried to find your bearings. “It felt weird coming with nothing to offer you.”
“All I need is your company. Thought I made that clear?” He countered.
“Still.” You shrugged. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”
“Fine. That just means you can’t argue against the things I bought you for this meetin’.
You blinked. “The what?”
Joel didn’t respond. Instead, he held out one elbow in your direction and after a beat you slipped your arm through his. He led you across the campus and you couldn’t keep yourself from glancing over at him. Joel looked like an entirely different person, but when he spoke he still felt like the man you spoke to over a bakery counter.
“How’s your day been so far, darlin’?”
“Good! Just, you know, normal.” You were not going to mention that you spent your entire morning just mentally and physically preparing for this meeting. “What about you? You sounded kind of frustrated over the phone.” Joel glanced down at you and you shook your head. “Not that you need to tell me if it’s personal or about your company. Obviously.”
Joel let out a breathy laugh. “Am I makin’ you nervous?”
Not wanting to lie, you scrunched your nose and just blurted out the truth. “A little. I guess I’m not used to seeing you like this and your company building is so fancy and I also think I’m starting to overthink this again. Don’t get me wrong I’m excited to see you, but…” Joel’s small smile remained as he listened to you ramble. “I should shut up now.”
“I’d rather you not.” Joel shrugged. “You have a nice voice.”
Your face felt warm, a habit around this man you were learning, and he led you into the lobby of the building. It was just as pretty inside as it was outside. Open, filled with natural light, and decorated with glass panels and shades of soft green and blue. Eyes drifted to Joel, but he didn’t seem to pay any attention to it. He walked you up to the second floor where a small cafe-like area sat in the corner by the window giving a view of the park. Even more people seemed to stare as he pulled a chair out for you to sit in before sitting across from you. The other surrounding tables had what looked like workers on their lunch break.
“Anythin’ I can do to make you less nervous?” Joel asked. He took a sip from the coffee you got him. It was funny he asked because this was somehow more intimidating than just walking arm in arm. Now, across from him, you needed to maintain eye contact.
You hummed and crossed your arms to rest on the table. “Tell me something embarrassing that will humanize you to me.”
“Embarassin’...” Joel hummed in thought. He laced his fingers together and nodded. “In college, I tried to serenade a girl I wanted to date with my guitar but I was under the wrong window and an old woman opened the window to dump a bucket of water on me. Then she called the cops.”
You grinned. “Nice. Except all I heard from that is ‘you are a romantic who can play the guitar’ so that only makes you more attractive and intimidating to me.”
“I’m attractive to you?” Joel smirked.
“I also said ‘intimidating’.” You replied then motioned to yourself. “This exercise was to make you less so and somehow I embarrassed myself even more? That does not seem fair.”
Joel shrugged, “If it makes you feel better I think it��s cute.” A stupid smile slipped onto your features and you shook your head with a small laugh. He leaned forward a bit and furrowed his brow. “I will admit though I have been dyin’ to hear your answer from the other day.” You sucked in a sharp breath. Joel’s lips twitched up once more. “So? Am I a cowboy or a lumberjack?”
Not expecting the question broke out in a laugh of surprise. Admittedly, it put your nerves at ease. You relaxed in your seat with a grin. “I actually do have an answer for you. I think I’ve settled on cowboy.” Joel’s eyebrows raised. “My friend helped me decide. She called you a cowboy too. Although, she also called you homeless.”
Joel chuckled. “Homeless?”
“You looked worse for wear when we first saw you that one day.” You shook your head. “But look at you now! You clean up well, Joel Miller. Owner of Miller Construction Company. Actual multi-millionaire.”
He bobbed his head with a slight wince. Joel rubbed the side of his jaw sheepishly, “I see you did your research.”
“A bit.” You answered. “I actually, uh, met with a…sugar baby.” Joel’s eyes widened and you wondered if it was because it was the first time one of you finally used the term ‘sugar baby’ in conversation or because you had met with one to interview. Maybe both. “I needed to ask her a few questions. You were infamous, by the way.”
“Infamous?”
You let out a small laugh. “Oh, yeah. Apparently every single sugar baby in LA, of which there is a community if you didn't know, wants you as their ‘daddy’.” Joel cleared his throat, shifting in his seat, and you could see a tint of blush across his cheeks. It made your smile widen. “They call you the ‘white whale’.”
“Jesus Christ.” Joel ran a hand through his hair, making it a bit messier which you found you enjoyed seeing, and he blew out a breath. “I told ‘em not to make such a big deal of it.” Amused, you leaned forward and rested your head on a fist making it clear you were waiting for elaboration. Joel chuckled. “I mentioned my… idea to an old friend, and he got me in touch with this group.” He raised an exasperated eyebrow and waved his hand. “Apparently that group. They, uh, they made me go on… dates.”
“Made you?” You teased. “Like at gunpoint?”
Joel shrugged. “May as well have been.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “That day I forgot my wallet? I had just met a bunch of different women who were…interested in being…”
“Your sugar baby?” You grinned.
“You’re enjoyin’ this a little too much.” Joel crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you. “I think I liked it better when you were ramblin’ ‘bout how handsome I am.”
You held up a finger. “Hold up. I didn’t ramble about how handsome you are. I just said I found you attractive.” Joel smirked and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “And also, when my friend and I saw you that day you were wearing a dirty flannel and old jeans.”
“Yeah. So?”
“So you went on a bunch of dates with women wanting to be your sugar baby, looking like that?”
Joel shrugged. “I was just tryin’ to be real. Hate these damned things.” He readjusted his suit blazer. “I thought it’d be best to show up how I usually look. Find someone who had similar ideals. I also took them to a diner to eat.” You covered your mouth, trying to hide the wide grin you were wearing. Joel shook his head. “What?”
“It’s just… You’re telling me that on all those dates with women who wanted to specifically be your sugar baby,” You said slowly trying to bite back a laugh, “You wanted to find someone who wasn’t in it for the money.”
Joel paused in thought before his face cracked in amusement. His cheeks tinted pink again and he forced his gaze away from yours with an embarrassed wince. “When you say it like that…”
“That’s adorable.” You nodded.
“I think I preferred the word handsome.”
“Never used that one.”
“Attractive then.”
“Nah,” You leaned back in your seat with a shrug, “I think I’ve settled on adorable.”
Joel clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Alright. Guess I’ll take what I can get.” The sound of a phone buzzing cut through the air and you watched as Joel leaned back to pull his cellphone out of his pocket. “One second, darlin’.” He frowned at whatever message he was reading on his screen. It was interesting to watch the lighthearted smile he had been wearing switch to a grumpy frown. He grunted out a sound of irritation before shoving his phone back into his pocket with a shake of his head. When his eyes met yours once more, the frustration melted back into a small smile. “Sorry 'bout that.”
“Don’t worry. You’re a busy man. Running a company and all.” You held your arms up to motion to the building you now sat in. Joel chuckled, and you shifted in your seat. It was now or never. He really was a busy guy. Couldn’t beat around the bush forever. “So… should we talk about the proposition?”
Joel shrugged. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Well, we can’t sit here just joking around forever. You have work to do, right?”
“No.” Joel shook his head. “You’re in control of this conversation, and as far as I’m concerned if you wanna sit here and chat for the next few hours I’m more than happy to do just that.”
A warm sense of reassurance filled your chest and you nodded. “Thank you, but I think I’m ready to talk about it.” You held up your phone. “I even made bullet points.”
“Very organized. Better than half the people who work for me today.” Joel joked.
You took in a slow breath and then held a hand out to concede the next talking point to him. “Tell me your proposition.”
“Sure.” Joel laced his fingers together again and rested it on the table in front of him with a professional nod. “I wanna take care of you, darlin’. Every resource I have is at your disposal. I don’t want you worryin’ about bills or rent or any sort of money issue you might normally face.” You tried not to show any surprise. You obviously knew all of that, but hearing him say it again in this setting felt different. “All I ask in return is your platonic companionship, and you on my arm at a few company conferences and functions.” Joel offered you a reassuring smile. “I just like talkin’ to you is all, darlin’.”
You bobbed your head in understanding and searched for what you wanted to say. Unable to grasp a single word you held up a finger and opened your phone to find your bullet points. You heard Joel chuckle. “By platonic companionship, can you be more specific? Is there some kind of quota I have to meet weekly?”
“No, darlin’. It ain’t that formal.” Joel replied. “And as for specifics? Uh, I figure just phone calls. Texting, maybe? In the evenings we could meet up sometimes and have dinner?” As he answered your question you were reminded that you were his first sugar baby. It made you feel better that he was apparently as nervous and confused as you. “I figure we can puzzle it out as we go?”
“Got it.” You nodded. “My next question,” You glanced down at your phone then back up, “Just to absolutely clarify, there is no expectation for anything…” You leaned forward and lowered your voice, “Sexual?”
“Exactly. I never want you to feel uncomfortable around me, darlin’.” Joel said firmly. “All I’m askin’ for is,” He pointed down toward the table as if to make his point, “This right here. Just chattin’.”
“Really?” You asked in surprise. “That’s it?"
“Yeah.”
“You’re offering me a life of ease, the world on a platter, and all you want from me is to chat?”
Joel shook his head and leaned forward. “What I want is to take care of you. I wanna watch you enjoy life instead of constantly workin’ and stressin’. Along with your presence, that’s the reward I’m gettin’.”
“Oh, okay.” You bit down on your lower lip in thought. It really did seem too good to be true. A different question came to mind, a kind of embarrassing one, but it was probably best to clarify it now at the start of this. You settled your face between your hands and nervously asked. “Am I still allowed to flirt with you?” Joel’s eyes widened in surprise, but they filled with interest. “It’s just, sometimes at the bakery…” Half the fun of talking to him was getting to flirt with him. “I mean, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable either.”
Joel shook as he let out a quiet laugh. “You really don’t have to worry about that, darlin’.” His cheeks were flushed, but he kept his charming voice confident and firm as he winked. “If you wanna flirt with an old man like me, I won’t complain.”
“Alright, and you’ll match my energy?”
“Sure, darlin’.” He chuckled.
You wondered if he was fully aware of what he was signing up for. This meant you could say what you wanted without the stress of being pressured into something. Joel was a handsome man and the thrill of flirting with him was exciting. You lowered your hands from your face and rested them on the table.
“Hmm. Sounds like a plan then.” You nodded and decided to test the waters. You tried to force every awkward nerve out of your body and stayed confident. “Anything else we should clarify, daddy?”
It took all your strength not to laugh at the look of shock that flashed across his face or the color that filled his cheeks. Joel cleared his throat and straightened his posture before readjusting his suit’s blazer once more. A hoarse chuckle fell from his lips as delight filled his eyes, “You’re gonna be a bit of a brat, ain’t you sugar?”
“Me? Never.” You said with mocking emphasis. “Now, do we need a contract or something?”
“If it’d make you more comfortable we can make one.” Joel shook his head. “I have no preference.” You shrugged. Rosalind said he’d want one, but if he didn’t you saw no reason to press for one. Joel held a hand out across the table for you to shake. “So? This official then?”
You sucked in a breath then nodded and took his hand to shake. “Guess so.”
“Good.” Joel held your gaze and you felt hypnotized by him. He squeezed your hand once before pulling it back and reaching into his jacket. “I have some things for you then.” Your eyebrows raised surprised by how quick he had something prepared. “Here.”
Joel pulled a brand new iPhone from his inner coat pocket along with what looked like a credit card. A black American Express card to be more specific. He set both in your hands and your jaw fell open in shock. “This…What…I⏤”
“Your phone looks ancient.” Joel shrugged. You glanced down at your current phone. It was a few editions behind and the screen was cracked from where you had dropped it months ago, but it still worked. Usually. Joel tapped his finger against the card sitting on top of the phone that you had yet to pull back towards yourself. Your hand just sat open in the middle of the table. “I want you to use the card for anythin’ you might need during the week.”
“Like?” You pressed.
“I said anythin’, sugar.” Joel replied in a low voice and you sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s the point of this, remember?” You nodded dumbly and he slowly closed your fingers around the items then pushed your hand back towards your side of the table. “I also need you to send me the billing information for your rent, power, and water so I can get those covered. Can you do that for me?”
You gaped at him in shock and it widened Joel’s smirk. Seconds ago you had him in the palm of your hand with your ‘daddy’ comment, but now the tables were turned. It was occurring to you that having him pay for you to live your life meant actually accepting his money.
“Sugar,” Joel leaned forward, still keeping his voice low in a hoarse whisper, “I asked if you could do that for me.”
“I, uh, yes, sir.” The honorific slipped your lips before you could catch it.
Joel raised an eyebrow at it before nodding once with a grin. “Good girl.”
Oh, boy, you were jumping headfirst into something here, and you had never been more eager for the leap.
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Sub!Rolan Headcanons
pairing: Rolan x gn!Reader (no pronouns or descriptions used, just "you")
〚 Masterlist | WIP List 〛
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What to expect: explicit NSFW content!
suggested prereads: NSFW Rolan Headcanons | General Tiefling Headcanons
OH MY GOD WHERE DO I START
So please read my general NSFW headcanons for him if you haven't already
A lot of this post is written assuming you and Rolan are in an established relationship
Right off the bat, I will say that he's not super kinky - at least not in the harder BDSM kind of way
Might be an unpopular opinion, but it must be said
I will elaborate on it later!
As I mentioned in my other NSFW hcs, he sees sex as a very intimate thing, and he wouldn't be open to doing it anywhere that wasn't private
He'd still be reluctant to do anything with you in his office - you'd have to work up to that; he prefers your shared bedroom over anything else
He will literally do whatever you want, his motivation is always to please you - you come first (heh)
All he wants to do is make you feel good
(respectfully, he'd be very easy to boss around and take what you want from)
He wants you to take from him - and he'd be so happy if you let him bring you pleasure
But you know what's even juicier? What gets him going even more?
When you don't let him touch you
When you focus your energy on making him feel good rather than yourself
Now THAT is the way to get him begging and whimpering for you
It's a great inner conflict for him - he doesn't want to allow himself to be put first, he wants to be the one making you feel good, not the other way around... but at the same time, he knows how much it gets you off, and isn't that his main goal?
So he'll absolutely take it, he'll do whatever you say, even if you're telling him to lay back and let you at him
In the beginning of your sexual relationship, there is a lot of protesting about this - "my love, please, I want to make you feel good, just let me please you," as he's laying naked on the bed, and you're licking a long stripe up his cock with half your clothes still on
but he quickly realizes how much you get off on it, so the protests subside and he actually gives into it
within no time, he's begging you to touch him and to let him cum for you
So if the overarching idea I wanted to drill into your head in the original NSFW post was how he sees sex as a very intimate thing, then the idea in this post is how much he pleads and begs when you focus on his pleasure
after a while of being together, he's so in love with you and he trusts you so deeply, he'd be so sensitive to you he would barely need you to touch him sometimes (I may or may not be writing a fic about this hehehe)
He's very vocal, especially if you express how much you love the sounds he makes
You get a lot of "mmmmm" and "aaahhhhh" types of moans from him, and at first, they're at the same pitch he normally talks in
but the second you get him really worked up, most of them are higher pitch and choppier - things like "ah.. ahh.. ah" and GOD it's delicious
When he's not begging for you, he loves to tell you how incredible you feel or how perfect you are to him... or he'll thank you
alright, time to elaborate on kinks
the general idea is that he would enjoy things that don't involve pain - no matter who's giving and who's receiving, pain would be a firm line for him that he is not willing to cross
However, he'd be turned on by things like that happening in the moment as a result of your pleasure
like if you dug your nails into his back and left scratches all over him because of how good he was making you feel
he wouldn't be turned on by the scratching, he'd be turned on by the fact that you were doing it because of how he was making you feel
it's the same thing with pulling his hair or gripping a part of his body really hard (like his arms or waist) - he wouldn't like it if you do it just to do it - the fact that it was a testament to the pleasure he gave you would make his head fucking spin
the only instance of pain that he'd be alright with you willingly inflicting on him is if you took the skin of his neck between your teeth in a mating bite - especially if one or both of you were close to your orgasm, it would absolutely send him over the edge
100% has a praise kink - it's so absurd how gratifying it is when he hears you say how good he's making you feel, whether it's from your moans or your words
Your sounds will literally be met with one of his in response almost every time
Rolan likely wouldn't be interested in any sort of physical restriction during sex - things like ropes or anything meant to hold one of you in place
to be fair, you wouldn't really need them anyway - you could just tell him to keep his hands off of you until you say so, and he would (but not without struggle)
and if he slips up, well then you get to... correct him however you see fit... and isn't that the fun part?
and here are some other spicy things he would be able to get down with if you were into them: calling you mommy/daddy, edging/orgasm control, a hand around his throat (light squeezing, if at all), body worship, pegging, breeding, overstimulation, being marked, and dirty talk (especially when it's accompanied by praise)
and a few other firm lines he wouldn't want to cross: degradation/humiliation, sensory deprivation, and public sex
Y'all ever think about Rolan crying during sex?.... cuz I do!
Don't worry, it's never because he's feeling negative emotions
It might be a rare occurrence, but it's definitely possible and I see it happening because of 3 different circumstances:
1) he is immensely horny, his cock is beyond throbbing hard, and you've finally given him an orgasm - one that makes his ears ring and his eyes water, and he's literally crying in pleasure (it's more like a few tears from how powerful the orgasm was but you get the point)
2) you're having extremely intimate sex with him - perhaps something upsetting has happened or is about to happen, and he's finding comfort in you making love to him and showing how much you care about him. The mix of emotions and his deep feelings for you could absolutely send him into some soft tears and a symphony of gentle "I love you"s.
or 3) he is, again, greatly horny and you're edging him and denying him of his orgasm, over and over, and at some point, it's almost like his body breaks, and you see a few tears stream from his eyes
imagine it, you once again remove your hands and mouth from his desperate, leaking cock right as he was about to spill over the edge into the point of no return. your actions cease and he throws his head back with a cry from the sudden lack of stimulation. With exacerbated breaths, two small tears drop from the outer corners of his eyes as his orgasm recedes back into him.
The tears aren't because he's uncomfortable or frustrated, they're an amalgamation of how many times you brought him to the edge that night, only to halt your movements right before he could cum, finally having built up something in him until they broke loose (rolan crying fic coming soon heh <3)
In moments that he's feeling particularly submissive, he might ask for validation - things like "Am I doing good? Am I making you feel good?" in a desperate whimper
and when your orgasm gets closer? He's begging you to cum for him, begging to feel you orgasm, encouraging you like it's life or death - "Come on, my love, please, come on, cum for me"
depending on the day, he might also say things like "take me", repeating it over and over, "take me, please.. agh, take me, my love, take me, I want to be yours, make me yours" (bite him <3)
and when you finally cum, all he can do is cry out at the sensation, his own climax bubbling to the surface
he nearly falls into a trance with how amazing he feels with all of the sounds and feelings around him
if he's inside you, it's the sound of his balls slapping against you and the lewd, wet noises coming from between your bodies, the feeling of the most sensitive parts of your skin under his palms (and his in yours) - that's the moment he wants to live in for the rest of his time
and when his orgasm finally arrives, he's begging your permission for his release, and (if he's inside of you) to let him finish inside
He cums especially hard with a chunk of his hair balled up and pulled by your fist, your teeth biting down on his neck, and your body pressed as close to his as physically possible
and as his load shoots out from him, sending rippling shockwaves of bliss through his body, he practically prays to you at that moment, worships the ground you walk on like you're a deity from the Outer Realms
and yet, you made him feel things so deeply and profoundly, more powerfully than any god has ever (and would ever) make him feel
once he's able to speak again, he only continues his words of praise and love - wanting to make sure you know how incredible you make him feel (as if hearing the noises he makes wasn't enough)
Aftercare is big for him, and it's a tossup between who takes the lead in it (unless you have a preference for one way or the other)
Rolan loves to continue to care for you after sex, wanting to make sure you're comfortable and hydrated - often suggesting a bath together
If he's particularly spent after everything, he prefers to stay close to your chest - and really loves it when you stroke his back or run your fingers through his hair; which would 100% earn deeply contented purrs from him
Screaming crying so excited to write that damn blurb, I have the whole thing planned out in my head but I haven't had time to write yet!!
I hope you all enjoy this one, I loved doing it quite a lot! Sub Rolan is my ultimate cup of tea, I think about it constantly. As always, comments and reblogs are always deeply appreciated and I read eVERY SINGLE COMMENT AND TAG <3333
#what will it be next week folks?#I still have yet to decide heheehehe#baby boy#rolan#bg3#my writing#my hcs#headcanons#holy rolan empire#smut#x reader#x tav#brainrot#baldur's gate 3#rolan posting
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“Eddie,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “Edward Munson, I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because you are going to completely and totally die when I tell you who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”
Eddie groans. “Don’t tell me Tammy Thompson is giving up on her Nashville dreams.”
“No, I hate you, shut up forever, you’ll never guess.” Robin pauses, then in a dramatic whisper she’s definitely picked up from Eddie himself, says: “Steve Harrington.”
“Jesus. No shit?”
“Yeah, I have to train him. Oh my god it’s the worst. He’s so bad at, like, everything.”
She shoves at his shoulder until he moves out of the doorway of the trailer, and flings herself backwards onto his couch. “Like! Okay! I showed up to my shift thinking it would be a completely normal day in which I would be bored out of my skull distributing frozen dairy products to the flotsam and jetsam of Hawkins, and Ned’s like, hey Robin, you’re showing the new guy the ropes today. And then that freaking jackass has the freaking nerve to say—” Her voice drops a full register. “Uhh, nice to meet you, I’m Steve. Nice to meet you! God!”
Eddie cringes sympathetically, sucking air between his teeth. There’s a special kind of indignity to being so completely and utterly below the radar of Hawkins High royalty, even former bearers of the crown. It’s not as if Hawkins is a big town; Eddie’s pretty sure he could pick every single person in the graduating classes of ‘84 and ‘85 out of a crowd. He’ll probably be able to do it for ‘86 too, though he’s trying not to think about it too hard. So he’ll be a senior again (again) this fall, whatever. It’s fine. It’s whatever.
Once in a while, he wastes some time really, really wishing he’d gotten to know Robin earlier in the year. Maybe even last year. For undying friendship reasons, yeah, but also because with her in his corner, he might’ve actually passed enough of his classes to fucking graduate on his second fucking try.
But he’d only actually met her, like actually met her for real instead of passing her in the hall sometimes, when he’d let himself get suckered into rejoining band. It wasn’t like he could’ve brought his guitar in, but he let it slip to Miss Genovese that he could read music and keep time, and they needed someone to wallop the bass drum, and he figured a little experience fucking around with percussion might be the one thing he could salvage from the year. He’d just…been so goddamn tired of feeling stuck, spinning his wheels. Music was something he could actually handle; something he could actually get better at. Something he could master. He's man enough to admit he needed a win.
The actual songs were all stuffy Holst and Sousa numbers, but they’d had some fun technical bits he spent his evenings hammering out for a couple weeks. And then right around the point when he’d gotten good enough to get bored and think about quitting like last time, it had somehow wound up that shooting the shit with the gangly weirdo in the trumpet section was one of the best parts of his day. Unfortunately, by the time they’d gotten close enough for her to start bullying him about homework and shit, it had been way too late to save his chance at walking that ‘85 stage with assholes like Steve fucking Harrington.
Not that Harrington would’ve even noticed, apparently.
“Anyway, the one singular saving grace about the entire situation is that he looks even dumber in the sailor costume than I do, so at least that will make me feel better about my life until he gets fired for burning down the ice cream freezer or something like that. Eddie, I cannot stress this enough: he is so bad at this job.”
Eddie very tactfully does not bring up the litany of screw-ups that Robin’s admitted to over the last couple weeks since she started at Scoops; he just says, “Buckley, it sounds to me like you might be in need of some quality relaxation time this fine evening. I can offer you a nice cold beer, some herbal refreshment…or a fiendishly weird new song to learn with an intro riff that'll make you cry.”
Robin, inveterate nerd of his heart, sits up immediately and chirps, “New song, please!” just like he knew she would. She’s going to run off and elope with his acoustic one of these days, and he’s not even mad about it.
“Coming right up, m’lady,” says Eddie. “I promise this entire Harrington situation will be over before you know it, and neither of us will ever have to think about him again.”
(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)
#new fic time YET AGAIN yes I know I have other things on the boil#seasonal things even#but I have recently spent 36 hours without sleep in airports/airplanes bc the nation of britain is 0% equipped to handle subzero temps#I literally kept myself sane by rereading nice comments I'd saved on my phone so thanks for that y'all#and I just needed to work on a thing that wasn't an angsty mid-90s Steve POV set in chicago; this was next on the docket#I'm just out here vibing with my Eddie & Robin: Gay BFFs agenda#obviously this will be steddie eventually but it feels disingenuous to tag on this part#fyi this will not be fully compliant with Rebel Robin but there may be some details drawn from the book/podcast#fic: purify our misfit ways
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kinda nervous about posting this one. i started writing a scene from a sex club au that i thought of on the spot featuring chrissy/argyle and platonic eddie and chrissy. there's about 10k of backstory that is briefly mentioned and i'll be happy to go into detail if yall want
(chrissy and eddie are strictly platonic and they have no desire to actually be intimate with each other, but their relationship does blur the line a little between queerplatonic and romantic in this i think. eddie is gay and crushing heavily on steve, who is also a member of the club)
he finds her in the sitting room off of the foyer with argyle. as it is with the rest of the house, they're not the only people occupying the space—the two sofas bracketing the mattress on the floor are hosting three couples in various stages of activities already.
chrissy swivels her hips in circles on argyle's cock, hands planted on his stomach for balance, her breathy moans loud and distinct over everyone else's.
eddie definitely feels over dressed as he enters the room and carefully saddles up behind his best friend. chrissy lets out a surprised mewl and looks back at him with wet eyes, glassy from the way her cunt is being stretched open.
"hey there, princess," eddie says, a comforting hand on her hip, gently guiding her along with the movement of argyle's slow thrusts.
chrissy tilts her head back on his shoulder and her lips find eddie's in a deep kiss, muffling her little trills and soft cries as argyle's dick touches every sensitive nerve inside her.
"eddie," she gasps into his mouth, a shaky hand coming up to rest on the side of his face.
eddie flashes her a teasing grin. "oh, you're feeling good, aren't you, sweetheart?" he coos, pressing closer to her back.
she only nods and leans her full weight back against his chest as argyle's big hands circle her hips, letting herself be used and manhandled however argyle sees fit.
"yeah?" eddie kisses her shoulder and tangles one of their hands together. "he treatin' you good? fucking you how you like?"
always looking out for her and making sure nobody's taking advantage of her at these parties. always makes sure she knows where he is in the house and that she remembers their code word should she need it.
"f'kin' me s'good, eds," chrissy slurs, head lolling across his shoulder, a pretty pink blush coloring her cheeks and trailing down her neck and chest.
he feels his heart swell in his chest with affection. it's been so long since he's seen chrissy be so at ease with someone. maybe it's the fact that argyle is new to their club—that he doesn't know about the scandal that almost caused their disbanding. about all the trauma that chrissy had to endure for five years.
eddie pinches one of her nipples and chrissy keens, arching into it but also biting eddie's earlobe in retaliation, making eddie chuckle.
"me and steve are gonna head out, go back to his place." eddie trails soft kisses along the line of her shoulder and her throat. her body is still rocking between them at a comfortable speed. he glances down and argyle is watching them with a peaceful expression.
"don't mind me, brochacho," he says with an easy smile. "i'm just here to treat the pretty lady to a good time."
a point for him in eddie's book.
chrissy squeezes his hand. "m'fine, eddie," she pants, her eyes sliding shut with a moan as argyle hits a sensitive spot. "go have fun with your boytoy, argy'll take care of me."
eddie lets the boytoy comment slide, only because he's so happy for his friend, but it doesn't keep him from leveling argyle the most threatening look he can muster over chrissy's shoulder.
"you treat my girl right, argyle," he warns, fully prepared to be the attack dog he's branded himself as, but his hackles lower at the good-natured two finger salute argyle gives him.
"no problemo, my good dude," he says, one of his honest to god paws coming up to cover one of chrissy's tits and squeeze, making her mewl and shiver.
it's a testament to how close their friendship is that eddie knows chrissy loves having her tits and nipples played with and chrissy knows that eddie loves his balls squeezed while he's being sucked off.
"i'll call you tomorrow." he tilts chrissy's head to peck her lips once more, and then again because she likes being kissed and she deserves to feel good. "love you."
"love you," chrissy returns as eddie slowly separates himself from her back. as he does, argyle heaves himself up into a sitting position and holds chrissy in the cradle of his hips as she rides him, taking his cock as deep as it'll go with his mouth on her nipple.
eddie knows she's in good hands when he sees argyle hold her close like he's already caught onto the fact that chrissy is the best thing that'll ever happen to his life.
#cj talks#cj writes#sex club au#chrissy/argyle#idk what their ship name is#hellcheer#queerplatonic hellcheer#chrissy cunningham#argyle#eddie munson
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i think there's something really beautiful about carpenter distancing herself from the trawler man every chance she gets and still getting showered by miracles while faulker, oh he of strong convictions, gets to bring the miracle of the trawler man to everyone around him but never quite gets to ascend to glory himself. i just love that they're both perfectly poised to stare at each other and each think "your goals are backwards and your methodology is dumb and possibly sacrilegious" and then still end up as something close to friends
also let's talk about how, despite these dynamics, at the end of the day, the trawler man is really just trying to give each of them what they want from him.
MMM YEAH. carpenter being beloved by multiple gods despite being such an ornery bitch who wants NOTHING to do with their sacrificial bullshit..... it really gets me. as does faulkner's ongoing crisis of faith and spiral into Faithless Cult Leader (TM). SO GOOD.
perhaps only tangentially related, but.
i've been thinking a lot about faulkner killing roemont lately. i was surprised that roemont's death ended up Breaking My Fucking Heart -- a real testament to his voice actor!! the whole pathetic old man losing everything he's worked for really.... Got To Me. ough. "don't you recognize me?" OUGH.
but i've been thinking about it in the context of faulkner's crisis of faith, too. because like. faulkner Knows that roemont is faithful. he considers roemont a heretic for trying to legalize the worship of the trawler-man, but it's like....
i feel like. killing roemont was a test of the trawler-man that faulkner devised on purpose. because if roemont dies due to the prayer marks that faulkner scrawled, then there are two possibilities:
1. the trawler-man really IS furious that the high katabasians want to legitimize the faith; the trawler-man really IS on faulkner's side; this schism really IS necessary to keep the faith "pure," and faulkner has never done anything wrong;
OR
2. the trawler-man really IS nothing but a mouth. this isn't a god with a plan or with sentience or with feelings, this is just a living river that chews things up and spits them out, and it doesn't care for its followers at all. and if that's the case, then faulkner is betraying nothing by being a faithless cult leader lying repeatedly to his people.
faulkner is devastatingly clever and constantly being underestimated. but he's also completely alone in the world. and he's Desperate for any sign that the choices he's making are the right ones. and he can't find that sign in anybody close to him, because he keeps destroying the lives of those close to him. so he has to devise his own trials....
hrugh. my boy. my boy my boy my boy.
#replies#the silt verses#the silt verses meta#faulkner#carpenter#horrible godsaint trauma pals#i keep just thinking about like. the constant question of how much gods care and how much agency they have#how much of this worship is a social construct made by people and how much is natural to the world?#does it matter? is there a difference between those things?#as someone whose original fiction ALSO plays a lot with#'magic is real but the way it's perceived is based in social constructs'.... I FUCK WITH IT SO HARD.#and the silt verses is a piece of media that like... i end up having different thoughts every time i listen to it#so in a few days or weeks i might not even stand by this meta. i might have different thoughts/interpretations entirely!!#it's a different story every time i listen. it's SO GOOD.
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Conrad x f!reader⌇
request ~ “Can I get angry sex with Captain Conrad? He’s rough, taking what he wants from you, maybe slams you against a wall or something“ by @sailorholly ♡
warnings ~ 18+ smut, dom/sub, rough sex, language, angry Conrad
“James? Is this you?” your delicate voice echoed theatrically through the hallway of your shared apartment.
Your husband, Captain James Conrad had left early this morning for a military conference to discuss any further operations regarding the SAS. His mood had been bad when he woke up, a live testament to how much the tracker disliked those unnecessary events.
However, he had to go whether he liked it or not. The Special Forces needed him.
But so did you, waiting impatiently for the handsome soldier to return, his favorite dish simmering on the stove.
A long sigh came back, his “yes” short and tense before heavy shoes were tossed around in the foyer.
Clenching your jaw you swallowed the slight spurt of anger arousing at the sound almost radiating dirt itself. Conrad never paid attention to the obligation to wear a suit plus you had mopped the foyer only this morning.
The silent rumbling and curses made it clear that his day had been as shit as expected so he shall be forgiven you decided when the tall man appeared in the doorframe of the kitchen.
“Hello love” you chirped, eyes traveling his muscular form when he latched his hands on the top bar of the frame, leaning his broad torso in the room and blocking the door completely.
But his steel blues only narrowed, piercing your every move, mouth screwed shut. The blonde man looked strained, utterly tense.
“I’m so sorry you had to go there”. A meek mutter but you knew you were elegantly teetering on the brink of cutting his thin nerves.
And god forbid riling Conrad up.
Jutting his jaw forward and letting his eyes nonchalantly linger on your suggestive décolleté, the soldier hummed to himself. A sound so low and baritone that it tickled your nerves, the stern gaze adding to the thrill rising up between your legs.
He was a naturally intimidating man however, now that he was angry it was almost impossible to not help him out. Was it?
“Captain…” you cooed, hips seductively weaving past the kitchen counter “is there anything I can do for you?”.
The blonde’s forearms bulged as they held his weight transferring it to the creaking wood frame.
“You don’t want me to use you right now, y/n. I won’t be able to control myself” his deep pitched growl so close to your ear elicited hot shivers on your back, cascading down every vertebra.
It slowly spread hunger and perhaps overconfidence.
“What if I don’t want you to?”.
Faux innocence dropped from your demeanor as you toyed with the silver buckle of his belt, waiting for him to snap. To accept the offer you had made so boldly.
“Fuck, woman” and suddenly Conrad’s arm slipped down from above, snaking around your waist, turning you and knocking the air out of your lungs when his tall frame slammed you against the wall.
An easy game to the trained soldier.
Those blue orbs were seething with annoyance and rage. Dusky.
Nonetheless, desire bubbled up in his dark waters mixing with those negative thoughts revealing a toxic cocktail. And a strong one.
God, you knew it would burn.
Your whimpers were pathetic when Conrad unleashed himself, reaching behind your back to roughly pull down the zipper of your dress.
“This. Off” the low demand rumbled in his broad chest making you quick putty in his demanding touch. James could be an awfully sensual lover but he was two-faced, hiding the hunger of something carnal in his pumping veins.
Cold air embraced your body only dressed in the lingerie he had bought you. Black lace was draped across your breasts, quickly flicked to the side to expose your hardening nipples.
Moaning with the poor amount of oxygen Conrad’s body pressed tight against yours allowed you, his perfect teeth rolled your sensitive buds just right.
Oh, how sweet the prickling pain was and how much sweeter his cold, long digits felt invading your slick folds.
“Hmm... you’re all wet for me. Married a whore, didn’t I?”
“Uh-huh“ was all your agape mouth could whimper when he started to fuck you hard with his fingers, your wrists secured above your head.
Pulling primal pleasure from your body, the significantly taller man's pants were forming harsh creases around his angry erection.
Now that you offered yourself so selflessly, he simply wouldn't be able to hold back.
Grunting in your ear like a feral lion, Conrad pressed his whole weight against your delicate body, caging you in between a column of muscle and the cold kitchen wall.
“Use me, Ca-Captain... pleaseee“
Your hips were bucking forward to let your pelvis brush his hardened cock.
“You gonna regret this, little one“ his ragged baritone rasped so imminently before you were dragged off the wall with a sharp pull of your wrists.
In only underwear while James was still completely clothed, just his belt hanging sluttishly open, you were hurled across the kitchen like a ragdoll. But you liked it, giggling in a haze of kinky desire.
“Is this fun for you?“ he boomed.
But before you could apologize, the tall blonde flipped you around, letting loose of your wrists to slam your back on top of a free counter. The hard marble edge sent a sorrow sensation through your back until he simply readjusted your position to his liking.
Just like that with only one arm Conrad conducted your whole body until he was standing between your opened thighs, jaw clenching hungrily at the sight of your glistening pussy on full display.
Full access.
“You will stay like that until I'm satisfied, understood?“ he snapped, freezing anger piled up from the day slipping from his lewdly flicking tongue.
God, you could almost orgasm from the sight of his pink tongue swirling in his slightly ajar mouth, occasionally darting out to lick his lips. This man was an image of a god.
“I won't fucking ask twice, y/n“.
Squirming under his dominating gaze that proudly reduced you to a mere plaything, it was unfairly difficult to find any words. Especially when Conrad's slutty hands had freed his throbbing, angry red cock and were now pleasuring himself in lewd strokes.
“Understood, Captain“.
A deep chuckle met the pitch of sudden thunder outside; a thrill you never thought would be this menacing but you husband's gaze was clear.
He was ready to devour you, use you to soothe his agitated nerves until, like he had said, he would be satisfied.
“Look what you've gotten yourself into“ the soldier smirked, pulling all the beautiful strings of contour his sharp face had to offer. Tongue flicked out again, licking across his front teeth like a threat while he took in the sight of his bog cock resting on your belly.
“So helpless“.
The tip ended somewhere around or even above your belly button, the raw outline of this obscene display making you feel dizzy.
“-and you gonna take me“ Conrad murmured, grabbing the base of his cock and slowly dragging it through your drenched core. You wanted, no, craved him as much as he did.
Blonde brows furrowed when you whimpered small pleas beneath his tall frame.
“Like the good little girl you are... You wanna satisfy my needs, don't you?“
The flash of another lighting casted a light blue shadow of his frame onto yours, the difference even more sinister than you had imagined. This man could break you like a mere pen.
Perhaps he would.
A feeble nod was all it took to make him bend over, the neckline of his blue shirt hanging down, allowing you a glimpse of sharply defined muscles working to keep him stable.
With the next dull thunder his left hand flew to wrap around your throat, pinning you to the cold surface. A necessary preparation so you wouldn't flee from his rough thrusts.
He sometimes did it when he was taking you on the balcony...
Lining himself up with your entrance, you shuddered, spine feeling ablaze from pure anticipation. James would be rough but you didn't care.
Fuck, you were a sucker for the tall soldier manhandling you as if he lacked any sense of respect.
Perhaps he did.
“My little slut“ the 't' still sitting sharply on his tongue when he bottomed out in one demanding thrust. A fluid motion of his strong hips that stretched you to your limit and beyond.
A silent “James“ left your lips when your walls tried to accommodate to the sudden intrusion, his cock stilling for a fragment of time.
Heavy rain was knocking on the window.
Then, Conrad's head rolled back, veins and strings of muscle straining his sweaty skin while he began to pound into you, to set a pace that was testament to the necessity of his hand pinning you in place.
He was rough, taking what he wanted from you.
Crying out his name, your hands flew to the sides desperately searching for something to hold on to. But his forearm flexed and bulged as it worked against Conrad's own merciless thrusts, secured safely around your neck. Allowing you a precisely measured amount of breath.
“F-Fuck baby. You- you are so t-tight... god yesss“ your husband moaned up towards the ceiling, his strong voice hoarse from today's discussions.
A forte in comparison to your high pitched screams of his name.
“James, I- I can't take it“.
Not even slowing down, his head rolled back forth, loose curls fucked out of place. He knew you could, somehow. And your tense husband was more than ready to test your boundaries.
A dirty grin curled Conrad's angry lips before his jaw dropped to give way to increasing pants.
As if by reflex your thighs tried to clench, to push him away but the blonde just shook his head, leaning back down to hover above your chest.
“Ah, Ah!“
The chiding was a carnal sound, swirling around every nerve in your bouncing body, embedding them in a sweet haze of total submission.
It felt so good.
“You cannot nghh fuck escape me. I know you can t-take me“.
Retracting his grip around your throat, the strained soldier dragged it down your body, kneading your breasts until he wrapped his fingers around your thigh.
Both hands were now holding your legs apart, keeping them spread nicely for him.
The slight lift created a whole knew angle, one that hit you like a firework aiming straight at your head and setting every sense aflame. Coherent words were positively banned from your capabilities and all you could feel was him sheathed deep inside your throbbing pussy.
Arching your back from the marble countertop, you listened to your husband moaning and grunting primal sounds of sheer pleasure. Your own whines and screams added as another thunder rolled through the room, the lighting prior as blueish as Conrad's narrowed gaze observing your every move.
“Sh-shit look at your pretty tits bouncing for me“ he rasped with brows slanted, reaching down to smack your right breasts. A sensation utterly pleasing, the soft pain spreading nicely across your aroused body.
The food was long forgotten as screeching noises of your naked ass shifting on the marble got drowned by rough moans of your name mixed with unholy curses.
The kitchen smelled like sex.
Hot, shameless and angry sex.
“I'm gonna ohhh James cum“ you mewled, strands of hair sticking to your glossy lips when your body was conducted by his pistoning hips.
You could feel his big cock deep inside twitch and pulsate as you spoke, biting your lips at the influence you had on this incredibly tall, athletic soldier.
But today was about his pleasure.
The answer was already clear when he pulled you back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt, making you cry out.
“Don't you dare cum“ he groaned, teeth bared like a hungry wolf. “I said we're done when I'm satisfied“.
Staring at his piercing gaze of deep blue, your face was contorted in ways only James Conrad could elicit.
When he fucked you just right. Just like that.
“Wha- are you n-not-“
But your ragged voice was cut off by two strong arms dropping your legs, instead shooting closer to wrap around your shoulders, picking you up.
Wriggling his tight jaw to rest against your right temple, his long legs began their journey towards the bedroom. Conrad was still deep inside you, every step letting his cock nudge those sinfully sweet spots.
“Do I look satisfied to you, huh? Oh, I am far from finished“ his low baritone whispered in your ear, another strike of lighting casting your joined shadow on the white tiles.
Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it @simplyholl ♡
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QUIET LOVE, OH HOW IT SCREAMS
synopsis: "i'd never let anything happen to you, if i could help it."
a/n: GOD, i love doctor!au inukag. i did a lot of editing and revising for this, so it's a different beast from what it was when smutmas version came out. i'm not 100% happy with the ending, but i mean. if i did any more i had a feeling i would just ruin it instead of help it.
— 💓 —
“You’re going to love me,” Sango sing-songed, sliding into the seat next to Kagome’s.
Kagome grunted, massaging her temple. The bar wasn't too crowded, thankfully, but the noise level was high enough that she had to speak up to be heard. “Why? Did you kill the hospital director yet?”
“No,” Sango said primly; Onigumo Industries owned the hospital Kagome was a surgeon at, and Sango's father was vice president of one of the subsidiaries. “But,” she said, grasping her friend’s arm, “I kind of have a solution to your extended shift problem.”
“You mean the hospital is hiring another surgeon?” Kagome mumbled grumpily, knocking back her watered down whisky. The moisture that collected outside the glass splattered unto the bar when she slammed it down.
“No! A guy!”
Kagome stared at her best friend, first blankly, then sourly. “Sango, I love you and I know you only have my best interests at heart, but seriously? I barely have time to bathe Buyo. I don’t have time for a guy.”
“No, I mean like to fuck!” her friend said encouragingly. “It’s been rough the past few weeks. Maybe a good orgasm will fix you right up!"
Kagome's cheeks colored. "I don't—"
Sango wasn't having any of it. "Aw, come on! It's just some harmless fun. He’s right over there, by the booth—”
“Now?” Kagome said incredulously. “I’m in my scrubs. I have a stain on my shirt!”
“So? Is it a shit stain?”
“I’m not even going to correct you on how many hospital protocols I would’ve broken if it were a shit stain.”
“Lighten up, Kagome!” Sango insisted, jumping up from her chair and tugging at her friend's arm. “It’s Friday and you deserve to get laid. Come on.”
“It is a testament to our ten-year friendship that I am choosing to trust you,” Kagome said flatly, throwing a few bills on the counter to cover her drink. She called over the bartender before letting Sango pull her away.
“Hello, gentlemen,” Sango said brightly, then brandished her friend from behind her. “As promised, my lady doctor friend.”
“Hi,” the guy at the edge of the booth said, dark hair and bright, blue eyes. He was cute, Kagome could admit, if a little too... pedestrian, for her tastes. He extended a hand to shake. “I’m Kōga.”
“Kagome,” she introduced herself, taking his hand for a brief shake. He scooted over and motioned for her to sit next to him.
Sango had already settled into the side of a guy who had a short ponytail and earrings. “I’m Miroku,” that guy said.
She only just managed to land her butt on the leather seat of the booth, she felt a familiar vibration pattern in her pocket. Her emergency pattern.
Before Kōga—or Sango, for that matter—could utter a word, she’d straightened and fished out her phone. “Hospital. Gotta go.”
Without so much as a look back, she bolted.
—
“I’m here,” Kagome panted, running into the ER. "I'm here!"
“Doc!” Jinenji, one of the nurses on shift, called out, timidly holding a clipboard to his chest as he approached from the nurses' station. “I know you just got out—”
“It’s fine.” She waved away his concern. “What do you need?”
“We did a test for Nazuna, the one who had the appendectomy earlier today, and the results required a change in dosage,” he informed her, then turned sheepish when he continued, “I’m really sorry; her mother was getting… irate, and I couldn't get another physician—”
Kagome shook her head and let out a breath. “It’s okay, Jinenji; it's not your fault. Good thing I was nearby.” A bar two blocks away wasn't necessarily nearby, but Jinenji didn’t have to know that. She took the clipboard. "Nazuna... the one with anemia, right? Can we check if she needs a transfusion? Her RBC's looking pretty low..."
“Dr. Higurashi!” another nurse cried as soon as Jinenji took off with her advice. “Thank God you're here; I need you!”
Kagome sighed and got to work.
—
A few hours later, she yawned as she pushed back against the desk in the middle of the doctor's lounge, her chair screeching against the floor. "Oh my God," she groaned, exhausted.
“I hear Higurashi,” a gruff voice called a few hours later, and a light-haired head popped into the admin room doorway. Gold eyes peered at her with interest. “Hey. Isn’t your shift over? Why are you still here?”
Kagome stretched in her chair and rubbed her eye with the back of her hand. She smiled tiredly at Inuyasha, who regarded her with curious eyes. “Had to do something. You haven’t left yet?”
He strode into the room, hands in his pockets. He’d forgone his lab coat and scrubs, changing into jeans and a button-up shirt. “About to, yeah. Where'd you come from? Your house?”
She shook her head. “No, I was at the bar two blocks down. You know Shikon?”
Inuyasha smirked and jerked his head. “Come on. I’ll drive you back. Unless you wanna walk…?”
“Nah, you’re good,” she said, collecting her things and leaving the room. She fell into step next to him. “And excuse you, I had one drink.”
He opened the door to the stairwell and let her pass; the elevator to the parking was under repair. “Shikon’s for kids anyway. Why not head to, I don’t know, Totosai’s, or something?”
“I didn’t pick the place,” Kagome mumbled. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she fumbled for it, shoes echoing as they made their way down the cement steps.
“Oh? Were you out with friends, then?”
"Yeah." Kagome groaned, pausing in the middle of the stairwell, "And she’s fucking pissed at me.”
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, curious. He hopped back up a few steps to get back to her level and peered at her phone, eyes widening at the slew of texts she'd apparently ignored.
Sango 23:44
Is everything ok?
Sango 00:22
Kagome we’re still at the bar in case u wanna come back, I’m telling Koga ur coming back
Sango 00:28
Can u reply so i can give an update
Sango 01:18
Kagome PLS!! Trying to call u, pls answer
Sango 01:31
Koga left. He’s kinda pissed and I’m super embarrassed
Sango 01:56
Leaving too, it’s been 2 hours
Sango 02:03
Call me in the morning when I’m more important than your job
He whistled lowly. “She’s really mad, huh?”
“No, really? What gave that away?” Kagome said blankly, furiously typing back. Sorry, stuff at the hospital got hectic. Will make it up to you tomorrow. She sent the message and pocketed her phone, pressing a hand to her forehead. She took a deep breath before turning to climb back up the stairs.
“What’s up?”
“You go on ahead,” she said.
“What?" She could hear Inuyasha climb up after her. "Why?”
“I’m heading home,” she said, looking back at him. She lived on the other side of town, opposite the direction of Shikon.
Inuyasha put his hands in his pockets and looked at her like she was crazy. “Are you crazy? It’s two in the morning, Higurashi. I’ll drive you home."
She gaped. “Are you crazy? I live an hour away!”
“Traffic won’t be too bad,” he said with a shrug, not looking at her. “I don’t mind. Seriously.”
“But—”
He sighed and climbed further up the stairs until they were a step apart, his eyes meeting hers with barely a tilt of his head. “Kagome, seriously. You work too hard and give too much."
She rolled her eyes, "I'm fine—"
"Oh, come on," Inuyasha said, clearly exasperated. "Don’t think I hadn’t heard of you being wheeled out of the operating room after that cystectomy last week.”
She flushed at that. “I—How’d you know about that?”
“Jinenji’s very easy to manipulate.”
She gaped and lightly smacked his arm. “That’s mean! You know he’s scared of you.”
“He’s scared of a lot of things,” Inuyasha shot back. “And I would’ve known anyway.”
“How?”
“Kagome,” he said, one of his hands slipping out of his pocket to gently grasp her wrist. He raised it so it hovered in between their faces. “You’re shaking.”
Her hand twitched before her eyes, and she bit her lip. “I'm fine, I'm just tired—"
"Tired? But you're consistently taking 24-hour shifts?" He lowered her hand, but didn't let go of her wrist. "Come on, Kagome. Admit it; you're overworking yourself."
She sniffed. "I didn’t know you watched me so closely.” It was meant to corner him, but it came out feeble and shy.
He sighed and lowered their clasped hands. “Seriously, Kagome,” he mumbled as he, to her surprise, rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “You need to take care of yourself more.”
She looked down at his hand, watching as his thumb dragged tenderly over her skin.
Her relationship with Inuyasha was both surprisingly simple and terrifyingly complicated. They had met in medical school, when she was a sophomore and he was in his last year. They'd gone to different schools—rival schools—but they had a mutual friend who introduced them, thinking they’d be perfect for each other.
It couldn’t have gone more wrong.
She looked too much like his ex, he said, while she claimed that he was too big of an asshole. While they were both planning to eventually become surgeons, it seemed like the similarities stopped there. Whenever they managed to come across each other it was like they wanted to bite each other’s head off for the smallest of things—like breathing too loud, or walking too slow—until they discovered that they’d work together in the same hospital, in the same operating team.
They'd learned to deal with each other. At least until the day Kagome’s brother had been wheeled in into the ER.
Sōta had been shot.
Kagome had nearly lost her mind with worry, snapping at anyone who denied her access to her brother, until Inuyasha had to practically manhandle her to sit down on the couch in the physician’s lounge. He had talked her down, told her that he was handling the operation, he'd be the one to take care of her brother, but she needed to calm the fuck down, okay?
She'd grabbed his hand and made him promise to do everything—everything—he could.
He'd kissed her forehead, unbidden, and left the room. The shock of it was like the icing on the proverbial cake, rendering her speechless. It was too much all at once, and she ended up sleeping on the lounge couch. A few hours later, Inuyasha woke Kagome up and she bolted to see her brother.
Sōta had made it, albeit looking a little worse for wear. Her mother had screamed at the police on the phone, the angriest Kagome had ever seen her. Turned out Sōta had been shot by an unknown assailant after being mugged, and the man was still on the loose.
The police had found him eventually, Kagome had told Inuyasha when he asked, and she hadn't known anything beyond that. The other surgeon nodded, looking pensive. Kagome had realized she hadn’t thanked him yet, for all he’d done. She had suggested that she pick up his shifts in return.
He'd declined (surprisingly politely). Instead, he'd offered to pick up her shifts while she took a break. When she'd asked what for, all he said was, "To take care of your brother," and left it at that.
She'd thought he'd take one or two shifts, but he'd crossed her name out of the shift sheet for a total of three weeks, declaring that hanyōs didn't really need sleep, and therefore could take on more work. ("I'm the ideal ER doctor, if you think about it," he'd said.)
"Inuyasha," she said.
His thumb resumed its motions. "Hm?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked him.
That seemed to snap him out of whatever stupor he'd landed himself in, and he let go. She kind of missed it.
With a blush on his face, he scoffed and looked away. "I—You know, I pick up your shifts when you're out, you know? I—You shouldn't take—If you get sick, I'll have to take more shifts."
Awkward silence settled over them, and Kagome stepped down to stand closer to him. They were practically nose to nose, and Inuyasha's gold gaze met hers with an intensity that made her want to shiver.
"You're lying," she challenged boldly, and that made him scoff again, sounding completely offended this time around.
"Why would I lie?" he said with a roll of his eyes, turning away and stepping down.
Kagome was growing frustrated. She couldn't put into words what she wanted to tell him.
"You're always—" She shook her head. She was ready to yell, but she wasn't angry. Once upon a time, she would have snapped, called him a coward, and stomped past him. But gone was the pure loathing that defined the early stages of their relationship. So where did that leave them?
Where did that leave her?
He turned and looked back up at her. "Look. I can drive you home, and I—" He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Just get some rest, okay? You've had a long day. I can take your shift tomorrow, just... just get some rest."
The next thing she knew, she was watching his back as he climbed down the stairs, and that's when it dawned on her.
Her brother, her job, her wellbeing—why hadn't she realized sooner that—
"Inuyasha."
He paused and sighed, turning back to face her. "Kagome, just—"
Maybe it was the exhaustion, but the way he looked at her made her eyes prick with heat. She bounded towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shirt collar. "Thank you."
He was clearly taken aback, but managed to keep both of them upright. "Wh—For what—"
"For taking care of me," she mumbled. "That's what you're doing, right?"
She felt his body go rigid before relaxing. His arms slowly came around her middle. "Stupid girl," he murmured with so much affection it made her heart skip, "Only because you're doing a terrible job at it."
She sobbed. "I'm sorry for worrying you."
"It's okay."
"And I'm sorry for not noticing sooner," she sniffled. "I'm sorry for being a workaholic, and for being exhausted, and for crying."
His arms tightened just a bit. "It's okay."
"I'm sorry for being annoying about it."
His low laughter rumbled in his chest. "It's okay."
She hugged him tighter. "And I'm sorry I never thanked you for Sōta."
He lets out a breath and turn his head. "You don't have to apologize or thank me for that, Kagome," he told her gently. Pressing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, he continued, "Your family is important to you. I'd never let anything happen to them." Then, softer yet louder at the same time, "I'd never let anything happen to you, if I could help it."
That made her gut wrench and heart swell and it made her cry harder.
He held her close as she did.
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Big Bad Spider (One-Shot)
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader
Genre: SMUT, 18+ ONLY
You ran through the dense forest, the sound of your pounding footsteps blending with the rustling leaves and snapping branches. Your heart was racing as you searched for a safe space to reach. The adrenaline surged through your veins, pushing you forward with each stride. As you sprinted, your vibrant red leather form-fitting bodysuit hugged your every curve, your matching tights offered a layer of protection against any thorny bushes and stray branches you accidentally ran into.
The long red cape that was draped from your shoulders billowed behind you in the wind. Its edges fluttered like flames, adding a touch of dramatic flair to your agile movements. The hood rested lightly on your head, framing your determined gaze and shielding your face from prying eyes. Despite the intensity of the chase, your knee-high red boots with four-inch heels served as a testament to your unwavering confidence. Their sleek design provided stability, allowing you to maneuver swiftly over uneven terrain without hesitation.
The physical exertion of the chase caused your breath to quicken, emphasizing your heaving chest. The corset of your bodysuit, designed to emphasize your figure, heightened the effect, accentuating the natural curves of your breasts. It was a good thing you had your hair in a high ponytail that way you could see where you were going. The forest around you presented a haunting beauty, it was night time and the cool air caused mist to rise from the ground and through the air.
The only light that had guided you was two small orbs of light you formed that lit your way. You knew that you couldn't afford to look back until you’d reach a safe space, which was anywhere out of the forest. You finally reached a large clearing and halted your steps. You looked around you and the silence caused shivers up your spine. The light orbs began to growing brighter, alarming you.
“Well, well, what do we have here? A little lamb lost?” You heard a rough, sinister voice echo through the clearing, its taunting tone sending a chill down your spine. Your eyes finally met two red ones hidden in the shadows ahead of you. The figure leapt out of the shadows and landed in the clearing on all fours. The figure stood up to a tall 5′10 stature, shoulders and chest were broad. The figure dressed in a black suit with a red spider on the chest and a matching mask hiding their face.
“Miguel...” You said finally recognizing him.
“You have nowhere to run, little lamb.” His voice was dripping with malice.
“Not a step closer!” You warned and the orbs grew brighter.
A low, throaty chuckle emanated from him and with sift movement Miguel pounced on you, pining you to the ground. You yelped in shock and looked up at the masked man. “I win. Ahora es el momento de mi premio~ (Now it’s time for my prize).” He purred in your ear and pulled back slightly to take his mask off. His sharp talons landed on your plush thighs and tore through the fabric and removed your boots along with it. You shivered at the new exposure on your legs.
“Ay dios mío...Tan jodidamente hermosa! (Oh my god...So fucking gorgeous!)” Miguel hissed as he ran his tongue along your neck. You let out a soft moan and your hands moved to rest on his shoulders. He wrapped your legs around his waist and lightly rocked his hips against you. “Eres mía, corderito (You’re mine, little lamb).” He growled. You moved your hand from his shoulder to your neck where the tie of the cape was and undid it.
Miguel pulled back to look at you in your needy state. You looked ethereal in the mix of moonlight and the soft lighting of the orbs. He moved his right hand up to cup your chin and tilted it up for your eyes to meet. He grinned widely, his fangs finally revealing themselves. “So pretty...” He cooed and leaned down to crash his lips against yours.
He clashed his tongue against yours and your could feel his fangs on your tongue. Miguel continued to grind against you, you could feel his cock getting harder. Fuck, you need him now! You let out a soft whine when he pulled his lips away from yours. His red eyes stared at your flushed face and the blush across your cheeks.
“Miguel...” Your voice filled with need.
He smirked at that, he loved hearing how you needed him. “Sí, cariño? (Yes, darling?)” He teased knowing full well what you were going to ask.
“Please, love, I need you...” You begged.
Miguel let out a low chuckle and gripped the sweetheart neckline of the bodysuit and tore it off of you. You gasped at the sudden sensation and he moved to cover your hardened nipples with his lips. You arched your back off of the cape that rested under you. Your nails dug into his hair and tugged it slightly as he moved to the other nipple. His hands moved to cup your ass and groped it roughly as he finished with your nipples.
His lips quickly attacked your neck, licking and nipping softly. He finally sunk his teeth into the flesh at the base of your neck. You shouted his name softly at the feeling and your hands frantically moved to the collar of his suit. “Miguel, fuck me, please!” You whined. Miguel pulled back and licked his lips of your blood and licked the puncture marks to soothe it.
He pinned your wrist above your head and shot out a web to restrain them. He quickly took off his costume and gripped your thighs once more. He sat on his knees and ran his large fingers along your slit. “So wet~ Did our little chase excite you, cariño?” He licked his lips eyeing your slick folds.
“F-Fuck...Yes...” You moaned and struggled against the bonds, wanting to feel his skin.
Miguel purred and moved his hand to rip the webbing off of your wrists. “Eres tan lindo cuando estás rogando~ (You're so cute when you're begging)” Miguel leaned down to peck your lips gently. You let out a giggle at the soft gesture. Miguel gripped his cock and stroked it a few times before pushing himself inside of you. You gripped his shoulders and your nails dug into them as he continued pushing.
His red eyes watched your face like a hawk for any sign of discomfort. Once he was fully inside of you, he stayed still so you could adjust to his size. You could never get used to his size no matter how many times he fucked you. You leaned up to kiss his lips and Miguel cupped your cheek to kiss you back tenderly. “You can move now.” You said when your lips parted from his.
Your big bad spider nodded and began to pick up the pace. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he let loose. His thrusts were fast and deep, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You always found a way to make him feral. He pulled back from the kiss and gripped your ponytail to tug it back as he thrusts became frantic.
“Oh Miguel!!” You shouted and gripped onto him tighter and buried your face in his shoulder. Echoes of your moans, his grunts, and skin slapping against skin could be heard throughout the forest. You kissed his neck and bite down on his shoulder at his brutal pace. Miguel roared at your bite and gripped your hips roughly. “I-I’m going to cum!” You moved up to whisper in his ear.
“Sí lo eres, mi corderito (Yes you are, my little lamb). You’re going to give it to me.” Miguel grunted in your ear in response and moved one hand away from your hip to grab your ponytail again. He pulled your head back from his and positioned that same hand around your throat. You felt your brain short-circuiting at the sensation of his hand squeezing your throat. You came onto his cock shortly after and your legs shook from your orgasm.
Miguel moaned at this and chased his orgasm. He looked down at your fucked out face and grinned at the sight. He was glad he was the only one that could make you this way. Not that you would seek anyone else out, especially since the two of you were deepening your relationship. He pressed his forehead against yours and came into your pussy.
You embraced him as his semen filled you. Your lips met one last time in a tender kiss. The kiss lasted much longer and Miguel gently laid you down. His hands brushed back the sweaty strands of your hair from your face as the kiss went on. He pulled back when he knew you needed to breathe.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and caught his breath. “Miguel?” You said softly.
“Hm?” He softly purred, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your face.
“We should do this more often...” You softly grinned.
Miguel laughed softly at this and nodded, “Which part? The chasing or the spending time away from the facility?”
“Both.” You smirked and Miguel nipped your bottom lip gently at this. He nodded and buried his face on the crook of your neck. He stayed on top of you and inside of you for a little bit. His large and strong arms kept you warm. Miguel finally pulled out of you and sat up on his knees.
He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you onto his lap. He grabbed the red cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Come on, cariño, let’s head back to our home world and take a nice bath.” He slowly stood up.
“Let me open the portal, love, we wouldn’t want everyone taking pictures of the fearless leader butt naked now would we?” You grinned and one of your orbs floated a few feet ahead to form a portal to your shared home.
Miguel blushed and smiled shyly, “Thanks, cariño.”
“Anything for you, my big bad spider~” You pecked his lips.
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