#any excuse to stand around semi-nude
Text
Miguel O’Hara x reader | reader is referred to as ‘you’
synopsis: he masterbates to you
warnings: gn!reader, masterbation, nsfw[mdmi], sex(not actually), slightly rushed
Miguel can't remember the last time he got laid. It’s pathetic, really. With his looks and build, he could easily get sex from anyone, man or woman. Since he can remember, he’s been using his hand to get any sort of release, stroking his cock to naked bodies with no particular person in mind, but those times are few and far between.
So why? Why is he huddled in his bathroom, fisting his cock, while he has a guest in the other room?
You, of course.
You were the guest in his house, and you were the one he was masterbating to. Miguel isn’t sure when it started; it might’ve been when you first started working for him, all bright-eyed and naive, so painfully eager to work with him, so painfully eager to please him and gain his approval. You weaseled your way into his life and his mind, completely taking over his every thought. If Miguel wasn’t a man of logic and science, he would’ve thought you put a spell on him.
Seriously, what was so goddamn special about you to make him pitch a tent from being in close proximity to you? You had only moved closer to him to show him some research you thought was important, pressing your thigh and shoulder against his.
That. That was all it took for Miguel to abruptly stand up and excuse himself to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he ran his hands down his face, which would’ve been comical if not for the situation he was in. He looked down at his crotch, seeing his embarrassing bulge present.
Miguel let out a heavy sigh. There was no way he could wait for it to go down; it would take too long, and that would make you suspicious. Miguel shook his head in shame and quickly undid his belt buckle, pulling down his pants just enough for his semi-hard cock to spring out.
He stroked it a couple of times, letting it become fully hard. He closed his eyes and sped up his strokes, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. He tried so hard to keep his thoughts ‘clean,’ trying to revert back to his old ways of picturing faceless nude bodies, but to no avail. Every time he tried, the ‘faces’ would morph into yours. He groans, stroking his cock even faster, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
Unfortunately for him, his mind wanders. Images of you flash through his mind, and he can’t stop himself from thinking about how you would moan. What position would be best to take you in? Would his dick even fit in your tiny hole? How fast could he make you cum? Would you ride him? Miguel grips his cock tighter as pre-cum starts to stain his hands.
-
He’s over you and fucking you hard. You wrap your arms around his neck as he plows into you. Your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The sound of your skin slapping together and your moans fill the room. Miguel grips your thighs, pushing them forward too, so he can see his thick cock slipping in and out of your pretty hole.
You can’t help but cry out. "M-Miguel please-!!"
"Shh, don’t cry, you’re taking me so well."
All you can do is moan and mumble incoherent words. He has you completely dumb on his cock. Miguel can’t help but stare at the sight in front of him. Your fucked-out face is truly a sight to behold. Miguel pushes your thighs forward even further, completely folding you in half. He thrusts harder into you as you cry out and clench against him. His thrusts start to get sloppy. He thrusts into you a few more times and-
.
..
…
Miguel looked down at his hand. It was completely covered in his cum. He swears that was the most he’d ever cum. He looks around the bathroom and sees tiny stars dance around the room. A sharp knock on the door causes him jump. Your voice rings through the silence.
"Mr. O’Hara, are you alright in there?"
God, you were going to be the death of him.
#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara x y/n#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#spider man 2099#spider man: across the spider verse#spiderman#into the spider verse#miguel o’hara x male reader#miguel o’hara x gn reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄
Satoru Gojo
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader
Summary: You're slowly losing yourself for him, but that's okay because you love him.
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Toxic Relationship, Toxic/Yanderish Gojo, Semi-Public Sex, Jealousy, Face Fucking, Bathroom Sex, Facial, Vaginal Sex, Car Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie
Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi
Happy to co-host Gojo NSFW Week 2023! Come join us on Twitter!
Before you met Satoru, you were so independent. You were your own person. So happy and full of life. That’s something that has changed though. Your friends– The little amount that you have left, don’t recognize you.
Shrugging off and ignoring them was your response because in your eyes, you hadn’t changed one bit. You were still the same woman. At least that’s what you think. You don’t see anything different when you look in the mirror, instead you see yourself even more beautiful, at least your boyfriend compliments how beautiful you look. But it’s not physical.
“That red lipstick doesn’t look good on you, change it.” Satoru orders and you nod. It’s times like this when you understand what they mean. Before you would’ve refused and started an argument, but now you just nod in response. You blindly take any orders from him because you want to be his perfect girl.
You change the red lipstick to a nude one, and he likes it. He compliments you on it, but then he feels like the dress shows a bit too much skin. He bites down on his lip as he looks you over. You’re looking for your purse, asking him, “Babe, are you almost ready to go?”
“You know, baby, I think that dress is too revealing.” He stands up from the couch and walks over to you. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind. Satoru’s lips go up to your ear and ever-so-softly he speaks, “You wouldn’t want them to get the wrong impression of you, would you?”
“Is it? I’m sorry.” You apologize and walk back to the bedroom to change. A year ago you would’ve started an argument– Not exactly an argument but you would’ve stood your ground. The dress isn’t too revealing. Not even close.
You’re just so helplessly in love with Satoru, the thought of him being mad at you makes you nauseous. You just want to be the ideal woman for him, and you fear that refusing to do something for him will cause a dent in your relationship. While you change your dress to a more modest one, you begin to understand why your friends tell you that you’ve changed. However, you try to push the thought to the back of your mind.
“Alright, I’m ready.” You walk out of your room and to him. He smiles at you and he compliments your new dress. He loves it. He loves the fact that you’re wrapped around his finger and you’ll do just about anything for him. He’s trained you well.
“Let’s go.”
Satoru’s eyes are on you the whole time, while you speak to his friends. You’re at a baby shower, Suguru, Satoru’s best friend, is expecting. You’re talking to Inès, Suguru’s wife, asking how she’s preparing for the baby. You wish to expand your family someday, and of course you’re curious. Satoru doesn’t mind. He likes when you get along with his friends. Gives him a chance to distance you from your current friends.
Satoru can’t pay full attention to his conversation with Suguru when you walk away and go to another one of his friends. A male one. Satoru bites down his lip, his eyebrows furrowing as he watches you. You seem to be getting too friendly with Kento to his liking. Satoru’s anger rises just watching the interaction. His blood begins to boil, but he has to remain calm. He clears his throat before saying, “Excuse me, I have to do something.”
He walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you. He wants to make sure that Kento gets the message that you’re not single. Satoru hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek, “Honey, what are you doing?”
“Just talking with your friend.” You answer, and Kento looks inquisitively at you two. Kento decides to walk away, feeling uncomfortable under Satoru’s gaze. He begins to walk away and Satoru kisses your cheek again. His lips go to your ear again,
“What did you think you were doing?” He asks, the tone of his voice sending a chill down your spine. He grabs your hand and begins to lead you somewhere. You follow blindly, a bit confused as to what he means. He drags you to the bathroom and locks the door. “Get on your knees.”
He pushes you down onto the floor, and you do as he says. He unbuckles his belt and begins to push down his pants. You look up at him, trying to figure out why he’s upset. You didn’t do anything. You bite down on your lip until he pulls out his cock. You lick your lips and you’re about to do what you usually do, but he slaps the tip against your cheek, “You’re such a fucking slut. All you can think about is dick. Is that why you were talking to Nanami?”
“No.” You shake your head, looking at him with doe-eyes. He taps your cheek with his dick again, before he moves it to your lips. He presses the tip against your lips before you open your mouth. His cock enters your mouth and he shoves as much as he can into your mouth. You gag on his cock, tears forming in your eyes.
“Don’t lie to me. You’re a dirty little slut.” He tries to suppress any noise that hints to pleasure, but it’s hard for him to do so. He wants to degrade you without showing how you’re making him feel good. “You were begging to– To fuck him.”
Saotru begins to move his hips, fucking your mouth. Drool covers your chin, and tears stream down your cheeks. You look up at him, checking to see if you’re satisfying him even though you’re not doing anything. Your mouth is pleasing him, but it’s not your own work. He moves his hips and sets the pace.
“You have such a nice mouth.” He ends up moaning. His balls smack against your chin when he thrusts into your mouth. “You wanted to do this with him, right?”
You obviously can’t respond. Maybe it’s just your boyfriend that gets himself off like this, but you want to defend yourself just in case he gets upset. But he’s enjoying himself so he can’t get upset. “Love your mouth.”
There’s a knock on the door, and Satoru bites down his lip. He sighs in annoyance, but he keeps thrusting in and out of your mouth. He groans before he yells, “Occupied.”
Apparently the person on the other side of the door didn’t hear, and they attempt to open the door. They knock once again and Satoru takes his cock out of your mouth. He pounds on the door and yells, “Didn’t you hear me tell you it was occupied?!”
You remain on your knees, your face a mess. Your makeup is all over the place while drool and tears stream down your face. Satoru grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back. He slaps your cheek with his cock again, “Who do you think that is? Huh? Your little side piece?”
“I don’t– I don’t–” You begin and Satoru brings his lips together before he spits on you. You’re taken back by it. He begins to stroke himself.
“I don’t like a lying bitch. You’ll look better with your mouth shut.” He says, as he fucks himself with his fist. You do as he says, although you’re not lying. You wait for him to finish, and within a minute, his cum lands all over your face. He grabs his phone and takes a picture of you, a picture that he won’t… he might share with a couple of people.
“Clean up. I’ll wait for you in the car.”
After coming out of the bathroom with a bare-face, after coming to the house with a full-face of makeup, you go to the car where Satoru waits in the driver’s seat. He taps his fingers angrily against the wheel. He’s calming himself down. You get into the passenger’s seat and immediately speak,
“There’s nothing going on between me and Nanami.” You claim, and Satoru looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. Clearly upset, but you don’t understand why he’s upset.
“Then what were you doing?” He raises a brow. He bites down on his tongue and he flares his nostrils. You’re nearly crying thinking that you’ve upset him because you don’t want to make him mad in any way. You just want to be the perfect woman for him.
“He’s married, ‘Toru. Don’t you remember Macy? She’s there with him.” You tell him, and he doesn’t respond. That really doesn’t mean anything. Maybe Kento is thinking about cheating on his wife. “He’s a dad. I wanted to see how much his life has changed.”
“Why do you want to know that?” He asks, and you chew on the inside of your cheek. You end up sighing before muttering,
“I want to have kids with you someday.” His eyes widen before a smirk appears on his face. His hand lands on your lap and it goes under your dress. He begins to rub your pussy over your panties and his lips begin to kiss your jaw.
“Is that really what you wanted? You should have said so.” He says. You’re about to tell him that he didn’t give you a chance, but you know better. He’s working just right, and the heat rushes to your face as he touches you. “I’ll gladly give you a baby.”
His lips go to yours, and his tongue invades your mouth. His tongue presses against yours while his fingers push your panties to the side. He runs two fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you are. He pulls away from the kiss, “Get on my lap.”
He unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants again. You crawl over to his side and get on his lap, facing him. He has the most beautiful eyes, a pair that you’d be scared to lose. The effect he has on you is weird. You’ve never felt like this before.
You don’t care if you have to change every aspect of your personality, as long as you get to be with him.
Satoru runs the tip through your folds before he presses it against your entrance. He slowly pushes his cock into your cunt, and you softly moan as he fills you up. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss when he bottoms out.
You begin to move, knowing that he likes it when you take some sort of control during sex. You shut your eyes as you take him all in. You’re right outside Suguru’s house, and people are walking out. They can see you as you ride him, but you don’t care.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Satoru says while you bounce on top of him, knowing that you’re at your lowest while he’s inside of you. He’s moaning with you, feeling so good while you’re wrapped around him. “Will you forgive me?”
“Yes, baby.” You respond. Even if you weren’t fucking him, you would’ve forgiven him. You just love him so much. “I’m sorry– For making you worry.”
“It’s okay.” He responds, moving for you. He sets a pace that’s much faster than the one that you had. “You feel so good.”
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and you move a hand down to play with your clit while he moves in and out of you. Your cunt tightens around him as your orgasm builds up. “Satoru–”
“Oh, your pussy is so good.” He moans. You keep moaning his name, your orgasm getting closer and closer. “You want a baby?”
“Want a baby.” You respond. You loudly moan as you reach your high, and Satoru keeps rapidly thrusting in and out of you.
“Gonna give you a baby. Give you as many as you want.” He rambles as he nears his release. He keeps telling you how he'll give you as many babies as he wants until a groan escapes his throat and he comes inside of you.
He stays buried inside of you, and he presses his forehead against yours. His hand caresses your cheek and says, “I’m sorry for being so tough on you, baby. I just want the best of you.”
“I know. I love you.” You answer.
“I love you too.”
You’re so dependent on him, and your old self would have hated you for it. But she wouldn’t understand that you’re helplessly in love. You just want to be the kind of girl he likes. Even if it means completely losing yourself. You’ll do just about anything for him.
🏷 @cactustattoo @sanzusblkgf @dearsunaa @mykyoon @tojidilfs @b3ast1706 @crispmarshmallow @levismainbabe @matchabluebeiry-for-nanami @nobody289x @galactict3a @nothisispatrick300 @tojianddabisslut @katsuwhore @tamaki-jiki @thisbicc @rumi-rants @chloee0x0 @kageyamaslittleroyal20 @dakumarauder @lovemarvel16 @lilithlunas @witchofoe @sarcasticallydrowning @dilfs-lover @celi-xxmoon @missyasma @lem-hhn
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#jujutsu kaisen gojo#gojo x y/n#jujutsu gojo#gojou satoru smut#gojou satoru x reader#gojo saturo#gojou satoru x you#jjk satoru#satoru gojo smut#jujutsu kaisen satoru#satoru smut
693 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sinful Sunday
I guess this could be any Pedro Pascal character, I kept it generic enough that it could be pre-outbreak Joel, Javi, Frankie, or any modern character of Pedro's.
I’m trying something new. I can’t decide which pedro pascal character to use, so… I do have to thank @chaotic-mystery for inspiration, I saw a fic earlier by one of her mutuals Gracie and kind of ran with it.....
Sorry, no minors under the cut.
Warnings: semi-public sexual indecent act in a church (ish?) swearing, graphic mentions of sex I'm trying! I'm new at this warning thing...
It had been a long time since he had set foot into the building, but he had decided to try, just to make a good impression. He had gone for years wen he was younger, naturally, but he fell out of habit when he left home.
Now…
He was sitting in the fourth row, not quite front, but not too far into the center that he would stand out if he tried to leave. He kept shifting in his seat as he tried to get comfortable in the hard pews. The flimsy excuse they had for cushioning wasn’t cutting it, not after the long-ass night he had spent in your bed, and it was worth it. He had exhausted himself pleasuring you, spent hours eating you out and wringing orgasm after orgasm out of your destroyed pussy before slamming his hard hot dick into it making you cry his name over and over as he pulled several orgasms you didn’t know you had left in you.
His back was aching, and he smirked to himself as he remembered that move he had done, that had you gasping loud enough to scare the dog. He still managed to impress even himself, in his middle age, that he could make a young thing like you lust after him like he was something like that Daryl Dixon fellow from the Walking Dead show.
He felt a faint buzzing in his shirt pocket, he shifted as he grabbed his phone, feeling around for his non-existent reading glasses that he had left behind in his truck. He squinted, seeing your name flash on the screen-
My girlfriend💕
When had you changed it? It used to be your name, but you had gotten ahold of his phone and put in something with hearts on it and crap that he couldn’t figure out how to fix. He brushed his thumb up, opening the screen and he frowned. You were sending him fruit? Peaches?
🍑
Then it hit him. He remembered you trying to teach him about emojis. Peaches- they meant something but what? He racked his brain, trying to remember when the phone buzzed again, and his memory was suddenly and very thoroughly refreshed.
Ass.
More accurately, your ass framed by a gorgeous crotchless pair of panties, an butt plug in it,
Stretching myself nice and wide open for you
The one you had shown him last night, teasing him as you straddled him on the couch.
The phone vibrated again, and he could feel his dick hardening instantly, almost as if an Pavlovian response, anticipating more of your teasing.
“Are you okay? Is it an emergency?” your brother asked, leaning into his shoulder as he scrambled to slide the phone into a pocket.
“No- just a… busy day, lots of questions, because I’m gone.” he said, adding on some other excuse, his brother would buy it. He knew his brother would believe anything if it tied into work. It always worked, no one understood completely about work, but it was always a good excuse.
A moment later he reached for his phone, adjusting himself discreetly and fixing his belt. His thumb flicked again, and there you were.
Spread eagle on the coverlet, a delicate scrap of lace masquerading as a nightie- or was it shirt? He didn’t care, he was too focused on the nipples that lay underneath, adorned with – was it his tie? So that’s where his tie went, he thought to himself as his mouth went dry.
All Tied Up ...
Six buzzes later, he was painfully hard and trying not to jump out of his seat every time he felt a buzz.
It had gone from nudes, to close ups, to tiny, short videos.
Now it was video, with audio. He had mistakenly opened one, and your quiet moaning and whimpering his name as he listened to you come, your wet pussy audibly being toyed with had filled his ears. He had scrambled for his bluetooth thing, jamming it into his ear. He was glad that he had learned enough about bluetooth to know it was streaming directly in his ear, and he listened to every bit of that video - twice- while the phone laid in his breast pocket, right next to his beating heart.
“hot, mi hijo?” his mother asked, leaning forward as she looked at him with concern, patting his knee and starting to fuss over him slightly. “You’re so flushed, are you all right?”
“Y– yeah, Imma go pee, cool off for a sec.” he said with a nod as he fidgeted slightly, making sure his rock-hard dick was hidden behind a bible he had grabbed to walk down the aisle quickly, nodding his apologies as he left into the foyer, his eyes checking for the closest bathroom. He suddenly turned, choosing to ditch the bible and sliding outside into the parking lot, sprinting for his truck. Leaping into the truck and slamming the door quietly, he let out a long sigh.
Undoing his belt, his hands slid down as he tugged the zipper open.
A knock on the door made him scream.
You smirked at him, your eyes glinting with mischief.
“Miss me?”
"Motherfucker...”
You slid into his truck, scooting forward and shutting the door. You immediately slide down to the floor, your mouth moving up to cover his cock and take him in your mouth before he could even say your name.
His dick burned in your mouth, you could feel it pulsing with each beat of his heart. He was so rock hard, the cum starting to ooze out of the slit. Your tongue slid around it, tasting it delicately as your hand fondled his balls, and he let out a long sigh, a hand sliding down to brush your long hair out of your face, helping you set your rhythm.
You could feel him hold back, you knew all he wanted to do was ram your mouth down on his dick, and make you take all of him down your throat.
He was going to hell.
It didn’t take long, his other hand finding its way to your wet pussy, fingers sliding in and out of your slit around your thong under the flimsy excuse of a sundress you had been wearing. His rhythm sped up to match your own ministrations, the both of you working in tandem to bring yourselves to orgasm almost at the same moment.
“Fuck! Oh jesus. Fuck, what…” he gasped out, half afraid he was going to hell for coming in a church parking lot, the hot come shooting down your throat, you gulping down every drop as if your life depended on it. You had been thirsty for him all morning, and his come was like nectar of the gods, the heat warming your belly. Your orgasm hit you right after, his hands moving just right, hitting the right spot to make you see stars, your walls squeezing his fingers so tightly, he wasn’t sure he could feel his fingers.
“Oh god. We’re going to hell.” he said after a beat, half-laughing as he leaned back, catching his breath as you moved up from the bucket seat in the truck. “Baby, how did you find me?”
“Your phone.” you said with a laugh as you licked his come off your lips. You could see he would be hard again, just from the heated gaze you felt from his eyes on your lips.
The loud chattering and bells brought the both of you back to reality.
“Shitshitshitshit…” he muttered to himself as he tucked himself back in his jeans, did up his belt and shirt and became presentable again. He looked up, only to find you had disappeared. You were like a fucking ghost, but he didn’t care. He knew just where to find you later.
His phone buzzed one last time as he was walking back to the church to help his mother set up for the seniors potluck. You had no panties on, your pussy dripping wet. He gulped, sliding a hand in his pocket and finding your panties, soaked with your juices from your orgasm he had given you earlier. He blushed, digging his hand deep in his pocket, making sure it wouldn't accidentally come out.
He knew just where to find you, and that fucking potluck couldn’t end soon enough so he could get back to business. Or rather, back to the business he would much rather attend to, rather than socialize with his mother and her friends at a church potluck, but he did have the pictures and videos to keep him company…
Until he nearly choked on his own drool, when you sent that video of you in his shirt using a toy to pleasure yourself, coming so hard you squirted all over his bed.
“Ma. Go. Now.”
#ankhmutes writes something#pedro pascal smut#smutty fanfiction#joel miller x reader#javier pena x reader
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
The OM! Boys + their reaction to you walking into the room naked
My HC for this may be slightly different than the tiktok challenge (I assume that’s what you’re referring to), but hopefully you still enjoy!
(MC/Reader is GN)
Lucifer:
He doesn’t bother looking up when you step into his study--too absorbed in his current work. He needs to read through the proposal on his desk and have the signed papers to Diavolo by morning, and it’s already nearing midnight.
“Lucifer.”
“Hmm?” He doesn’t give you his attention, at first. He’s used to you coming to check on him when it gets late, pestering him about coming to bed and getting some much needed shut-eye. “I’ll join you shortly. I need to finish up here.”
“Lucifer,” you try again, tone a little annoyed. He pauses at that, not used to hearing you upset. He sets his pen down with a sigh--gloved hand combing through his dark hair.
“Yes, Y/N, what--,” his voice cuts off as his gaze finally finds you. You’re leaning against the doorframe to the room, arms hugged in front of you, and a playful look in your eyes.
There’s not a shred of clothing on your body.
Seeing that you have his attention, you don’t bother saying anything. Simply watch his reaction--loving the way his crimson eyes widen in shock.
However, it doesn’t take him long to recover. He presses to his feet, and steps around the wooden desk, a handsome grin on his lips.
As he approaches you, his demon form materializes without warning.
“You’re lucky that I could use a break,” he tells you, hooking a finger beneath your chin and forcing you to face him. There’s a sadistic glint in his gaze, one that has you swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth.
“But don’t think I’ll be kind. As much as I’m thrilled to see you present yourself to me like this, next time, you need to be patient. Now--,” his wings flutter, and you gasp as he cages you against the door. His fingers curl around your throat.
“Prepare yourself.”
Mammon:
He’s in the middle of looking up “get rich quick” schemes on his DDD when you enter his room without knocking.
“Oh~” he greets lazily, not bothering to turn away from his current task. He knows it’s you, because you’d messaged him earlier, asking if he was free, and alone.
He had assumed that you just wanted to spend some one-on-one time with The Great Mammon, and who could blame you?
“Mammon,” you call, a purr to your voice that makes the Avatar of Greed pause. Turning away from his DDD, he looks over and sees you leaning over his pool table, with your palms pressed against the edge of the wooden surface.
You’re...stark naked.
He can’t see your ahem nether region thanks to the height of the table, but he can see the tops of your hips, and there’s a very clear lack of underwear.
“Wh--!” his hand flies to cover his mouth, a brilliant blush blooming on his face. “Where are your clothes?!”
You blink innocently. “I figured you might like this type of surprise. But if I’m wrong~”
You fake a disappointed sigh, turning and acting like you’re going to exit his room.
Immediately Mammon is on his feet and vaulting over the pool table (quite literally). His arms wrap around your torso, hugging you protectively back against his chest. You can already feel that he’s semi-hard as his pelvis rubs against your ass.
“I...of course I like it,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “Ya just surprised me, is all…”
You giggle, lifting a hand to pet through his hair. “Would you like me to stay, then?”
His arms wrap tighter around you, teeth nipping at the skin of your throat. “As if I would let ya go anywhere looking like this, silly human...you’re staying here tonight.”
Levi:
When you excuse yourself in the middle of the game the two of you are playing, saying something about needing the bathroom, Levi doesn’t think much of it.
His attention is solely on the screen of his computer, concentration through the roof as he completes the boss battle without your help (he really hadn’t needed your aid, anyway. He just loved spending time with you in person, and in game.)
Levi is in the middle of picking up all the rewards the boss had dropped following its defeat, so he doesn’t notice you return to the room.
“Levi.”
Blinking, the Avatar of Envy glances over his shoulder, hearing your voice behind him. The moment he catches sight of naked body, his brain short circuits.
With a surprised yelp, he instinctively swivels in his chair to face you, but his headphones catch--yanking his head back, and effectively making a mess of everything as the taut cord shoves an army of gingerly placed figurines from atop his desk.
Perhaps you should have waited for him to get his new wireless headphones from Akuzon before attempting this trend with him…
“Oh dear,” you sigh, an embarrassed blush spreading on your face as you survey the damage you’ve done. Levi is the same color as a tomato, his wide orange gaze shifting between your naked body, and the ceiling. Like if he stares at you too long, he’ll self-destruct.
“I’m sorry,” you say after a moment, sighing. “I thought surprising you might have been fun, but…”
Your voice trails off, a shiver raking up your spine as you feel something slick curl around your ankle. When you look down, you note it’s Levi’s tail. His demon form has materialized without you realizing.
“No, i-it’s fine…,” you see him swallow harshly, his tail continuing to wind up your leg. He tugs you forward, closer to him. His hands hover near your waist, his eyes soaking in the sight of you. You can see a tent beginning to form in his pants. “Can I touch you?”
You nod, and in the next beat, he’s all over you.
Satan:
Per usual, he’s engrossed in a novel, so he doesn’t notice your disappearance behind a particularly large stack of books. Nor does he hear the sound of you shedding your clothes.
Thankfully, he can’t miss the sound of his name falling from your lips.
“Satan.”
He turns his gaze away from the book, pausing when he sees you standing a few feet in front of him, completely nude.
His eyebrows raise high on his forehead, grin tugging at his lips. Silently, he moves to place the book face-down on the arm of the chair.
His obvious satisfaction at your surprise has you unable to stop yourself from smiling.
“Like what you see?”
“You could say that.”
He presses to his feet and makes his way towards you--emerald eyes soaking in every inch of your revealed skin. When he finally reaches your side, his hands immediately reach out to grip your waist. His fingers give you a gentle squeeze.
“Is there some special occasion I should know about?” he asks, chuckling. You shake your head, reaching up to cup his face. His smile widens at the action, gaze falling to your lips.
“No occasion. I just wanted to see how you would react.”
“And is my reaction what you were hoping for?”
You lean in, connecting your lips with his. “Mhm~”
The two of you share a few kisses, before Satan is backing you into one of the many bookshelves, his knee slotting between your legs.
He leans in, mouth hot against your ear.
“Getting the full experience of my reaction may take a few hours, just so you know.”
Asmo:
The Avatar of Lust has never heard of the human world challenge, same as his brothers, but he’s always more than open to seeing you naked, that’s for sure!
So, when you excuse yourself in the middle of your study-session--returning a minute later, and calling out his name so playfully--he’s thrilled at what he finds.
“Ooo~! Look at you!” He starts fanning himself, leaning back in his chair as he regards you with rapt attention. His honey colored eyes drag from the top of your head, all the way down to your feet, and back again.
“Will you turn for me?” He asks, biting his lip. You’re tempted to roll your eyes, but do as he asks--slowly rotating yourself so he’s able to see every inch of your nude skin.
“Gosh, you should absolutely do this more often.” There’s a slight groan to his voice, a show of his satisfaction at your bold present.
“If I did, I have the feeling I’d never leave your room,” you respond with a laugh. Asmo jumps to his feet, making his way to your side. His fingertips roam over the skin of your arms, and he leans in to kiss you.
“Did you want to continue our study-session like this, or should I clear the bed?”
You smile against him. “I’ll leave that up to you.”
Asmo giggles, and before you know it, he has detached himself from you. He works quickly to clear his mattress of any notebooks, and loose papers.
“Shame on you for tempting me like this, when I’ve got a test coming up soon,” he scolds you, but there’s no real anger in his voice. Once the bed has been cleared, Asmo crawls atop the plush sheets and settles on his side, staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He beckons you with a roll of his finger. “Come here, darling.”
And you’d be a fool to disobey the Avatar of Lust’s command.
Beel:
He has invited you over to watch his favorite cooking show, but you’d left during the commercial break to go and grab some snacks (the ones he had already prepared long gone--filling his stomach).
It only takes you a few minutes to return, but since the program has started up again on the TV screen, Beel doesn’t bother looking up at the sound of the door opening.
“Y/N, hurry, they’re finishing up the dish,” he says, mouth practically watering. You silently make your way to his bed, dropping the snacks beside him. He mindlessly reaches for a bag of chips, attention still on the TV.
“Beel,” you finally speak. For the first time since your return, his purple eyes shift to look at you.
What he finds has the chip between his lips falling onto the sheets--his newly opened snack forgotten about. His adam’s apple bobs against his throat as he swallows, and you squeal in surprise as he suddenly reaches out--dragging you into him.
You end up straddling his lap, one of his large hands gripping your waist, while the other moves to cradle the back of your head.
Just like that, his favorite program is forgotten about.
“Itadakimasu,” he grumbles, mouth connecting with your shoulder.
He doesn’t question your lack of clothing--doesn’t need to know the reasoning for your current actions.
All he knows is that you taste better than his snacks, and are more entertaining than the cooking program.
Besides, he can catch the rerun later.
Belphie:
You decide to surprise him while attempting to wake him up from a nap.
After entering his room, you carefully shed your clothes, and then approach the side of his bed. He’s thoroughly snuggled beneath the covers, just his eyes, and messy hair peeking out from beneath the piles of blankets.
“Belphie,” you call out quietly, shaking his shoulder.
He groans, pulling away from your hand. His eyes don’t open, his groggy brain not ready to be awake yet.
“5 more minutes.”
You breathe a laugh, posing a hand on your hip. “Belphie, look at me.”
Despite not wanting to be awake, the Avatar of Sloth begrudgingly cracks his eyes open. His gaze falls on you, and you can see his eyes widen ever so slightly--the cogs in his brain beginning to move.
He stares at you for a few long seconds, eyes trailing the length of your naked body.
“Hehe~,” he extends his arms, the covers folding down as he reaches out and makes a grabbing motion at you, revealing the grin on his face.
You laugh, but nonetheless step forward into his waiting hands. Immediately he’s tugging you onto the bed beside him.
“Can you start waking me up like this from now on?” he asks, folding your head beneath his chin. His fingertips roam across back, settling near your waist.
“I have a feeling that if I do, we won’t ever actually get out of bed.”
He chuckles at your words, mouth moving to your ear. His teeth tug at your earlobe, and you can’t help but shiver.
“Hopefully that’s not an issue, because I don’t plan on letting you go now that you’re here.”
Solomon:
Despite being a magically inclined human, Solomon is a human nonetheless, so he’s aware of the tiktok challenge.
However, he never actually expects anyone to do it to him.
You’re chilling in his room at Purgatory Hall when he excuses himself to go and fetch a beverage. When he returns, he finds you right where you had been when he’d left--lounging atop his bed, on your stomach--but all of your clothes have disappeared.
For a half second, he wonders if he’d forgotten about a spell he’d cast on you as a prank. However, judging by the teasing grin on your face, and the glint in your eyes, your clothes have disappeared of your own volition.
Then, he remembers the tiktok trend.
“My apologies for not rushing to jump your bones like many of the men do in those videos.”
He walks over and calmly places the coffee mug in his hand on the nightstand. The bed dips a moment later as he moves to join you on the mattress.
However, rather than settle down beside you, he grips your shoulder and rolls you onto your back. Solomon then leans over you, caging you in as he lowers himself just inches from your face.
“While I may not have reacted like you expected, I’m more than happy to give you the same outcome.”
You grin up at him. “Which is?”
He smiles mischievously, his fingertips moving to dance across your ribs. You can feel magic buzzing on his skin.
“I think you know.”
Simeon:
Nothing can prepare Simeon for the moment he swivels around at his desk--his name falling from your lips, and beckoning his attention.
You’re over for a study date, and had excused yourself to the restroom for a moment.
“Yes, Y/N--?” his voice catches when he spots you there--standing in the doorway to his bathroom in all of your glory.
The Angel’s heart feels like it may beat straight out of his chest, his mind momentarily blue-screening as he stares at you.
“Wow,” he eventually breathes, raising a gloved hand to cover his blushing face. Despite obviously being flustered, his gaze still roams across you--only his mouth and cheeks hidden from view.
“Despite being a celestial, you’re truly the angel among the two of us.”
That gets you blushing, your arms hugging at your sides. Seeing you turn pink at his words has Simeon feeling a bit bolder, and he presses to his feet, moving to join you.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight hug, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“No you,” you mumble in response, pouting up at him, and wondering how he’d managed to turn the tables on you so easily. Simeon only laughs, leaning in to connect your lips.
“Thank you...shall we move to the bed?”
Oh.
“Yes, please.”
Diavolo:
Diavolo had been informed by Barbatos at the end of the student council meeting that you were waiting in his office for him.
Without a second thought, he had left to find you--assuming you wanted to talk about sometime in private with him. Which, honestly, he didn’t mind in the least, considering you were always good company.
However, the last thing he expects to find when he steps into his office is you, sitting behind his desk, in his oversized leather chair...completely nude.
You fold your hands onto the wood, smiling at him.
“Good evening.”
There’s a playful glint in your eye, one that has Diavolo’s initial shock wearing off quickly--replaced with amused interest instead.
Closing the door behind him, the Demon Prince slowly makes his way around the desk.
“Is there something you need to tell me about?”
“Oh, no, I just wanted to surprise you,” you giggle, gasping when Diavolo suddenly reaches out and secures your waist.
He lifts you out of the black chair, seating you on his desk, and stepping between your spread legs. A blush dusts your cheeks, eyes widening as his grip slides down to your hips--his handsome face just inches from yours.
“Well, I certainly enjoy this type of surprise.” Diavolo grips your chin with his fingers, and guides you into a soft kiss.
“Perhaps you should surprise me like this after school hours more often.”
Barbatos:
While staying the weekend at the Demon Lord’s Castle, you volunteer to get up early and help the royal butler prepare breakfast. It’s a large job, considering the brothers, and other exchange students are staying over as well.
“Good morning, Barbatos,” you greet, stepping into the spacious kitchen. The butler, standing in front of the stove, takes a moment before turning to address you.
“Good morn--,” he begins, but pauses when he sees your state of dress. Or, rather, undress, considering you’re wearing absolutely nothing.
A light blush dusts his cheeks, and he coughs to clear his throat.
“Have you misplaced your clothing? It’s not wise to cook in such a state.”
“I just wanted to see your reaction,” you respond with a laugh, stepping further into the room. He notices that your clothes are bundled in your arms.
“Well, perhaps it is a good way to start the day off,” he comments, smiling as his eyes roam over your figure.
Then, he’s moving away, walking to the edge of the kitchen to retrieve something you can’t quite see. When he returns to your side, you note that he’s holding a plain, white apron.
“I hardly mind such a sight to accompany the breakfast preparation, but I’d prefer if you not injure yourself.”
He slides the neck of the apron over your head, and then moves to your back--tightly securing the ties. You shiver when his gloved hand traces the length of your spine.
He smiles charmingly at the reaction.
“Shall we get to work?”
#om!#obey me#obey me hc#obey me headcanons#lucifer#mammon#levi#leviathan#satan#asmo#asmodeus#beelzebub#beel#belphie#belphegor#diavolo#barbatos#simeon#solomon#obey me scenarios#obey me reader insert#did I write a 10k fic and this hc in the last 2 days? yes#time to REST
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Two
Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC
Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)
Taglist: @dragonballluver
Warning: Semi-smut, dirty talking, etc.
Previous chapter
Demetria removed her coat, throwing it over her arm as Bruce spoke to the host. She could feel the eyes of other patrons glancing over at her as they leaned over to whisper to one another. She flashed a small smile, hoping they’d get the hint that either a.) she was well aware of their staring and felt deeply uncomfortable by it or b.) she was just waiting for her fiancé to finish up talking so they could sit and eat.
She then felt Bruce take her hand, her eyes shifting to him.
“Shouldn’t we wait for the host?” she asked.
“They know where we’ll be.”
He led her through the restaurant, eyes of other patrons following their every move. Demetria pulled back her lips as she quickened her pace a bit to walk by her fiancé’s side.
“Rachel, fancy that.”
Demetria looked over to find Rachel and Harvey sitting at a table. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Harvey.
“Yeah Bruce,” Rachel responded ever so cooly. “Fancy that.” She stood up and hugged Demetria. “Good to see you as always.”
“You too and I love this dress,” Demetria said, taking a step back to admire it. She then turned to Harvey. “I see you changed your shirt after your soy sauce debacle.” She turned to Rachel. “I tell him several times not to open the damn packet with his teeth--.”
“He doesn’t listen,” Rachel finished, nodding her head. She turned to Bruce. “Bruce, this is Harvey Dent.”
Harvey got up and shook Bruce’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“You as well. I’ve heard a lot about you from Rachel and Demetria.”
“Demetria’s told me a lot about you.”
“Well I certainly hope not everything,”Bruce laughed. “What do you say we push some tables together?”
“I don’t know if they’ll let us,” Harvey responded.
“Oh they should,” Bruce assured, motioning to the waiter. “I own the place.”
Demetria whipped her head. “You own what now?”
Bruce smirked at her. “I told you it was a surprise.”
After the waiters moved the tables together, Bruce took the seat next to Rachel while Demetria took the seat beside Harvey.
“So Demetria, Harvey introduced me to your mom over the phone,” Rachel spoke up. “She sounds like she’s over the moon about the engagement.”
Demetria nodded. “She’s flooding my emails with ideas for the wedding decor when we haven’t even set a date.”
“Bruce, have you met Olivia?” Harvey brought up, taking a sip of water.
“I did,” Bruce nodded. “When she came up to the city for the weekend a few months back.”
“How’d you guys manage that?” Harvey asked Demetria.
“We had dinner at my place,” Demetria answered.
“Oh, you mean you ordered take out?”
Demetria shot Harvey a glare. “It was from a nice restaurant.”
He smirked. “I’m sure she had a lot to say about it.”
“She actually loved it.”
“What did she think of Gotham City?” Rachel asked.
“She has her reservations, but really she’s just nervous because of all the crimes and whatnot. She keeps asking me if this is a place I wanna raise kids in.”
“Well I was raised here and I turned out ok,” Bruce remarked.
Demetria smiled at him, patting his leg with her hand.
“Is Wayne Manor in the city limits?” Harvey questioned.
Bruce let out a wry laugh. “The Palisades? Sure. You know, as our new DA, you might want to figure out where your jurisdiction ends.”
Harvey sat back in his chair as Demetria, uncomfortable at the scene that was playing out in front of her, changed the subject. “If anything, she’s just weirded out by Batman and how, as she puts it, Gotham City looks up to a guy in a mask.”
“Gotham City is proud of an ordinary citizen standing up for what’s right,” Harvey defended.
“But who appointed the Batman,” Bruce joked.
“We did,” Harvey answered. “All of us who stood by and let scum take control of our city. When their enemies were at the gates, the Romans would suspend democracy and appoint one man to protect the city and it wasn’t considered an honor, it was considered a public service.”
Rachel leaned toward him. “Harvey, the last man that they appointed to protect the republic was named Caesar and he never gave up his power.”
“Ok fine. You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”
“I actually find him fascinating,” Demetria spoke up.
“What do you mean?” Harvey questioned.
“Think about it, most people who do heroic things do it because deep down, they secretly want to feel good about themselves, right? Everyone wants to achieve some sort of glory, even if they don’t want to admit. Here comes this guy who’s actually going out and making some sort of a difference, and he's doing it without giving out who he really is.”
“Well he’s giving some sort of an identity,” Bruce corrected. “He just works under a different name.”
“But still, it’s someone who is actually going out there and is taking care of the problem without abusing their power like most police officers do,” Demetria went on. “He doesn’t even give any kind of hint to who he is. He could be anybody. I mean, even Harvey, you could...” She paused, before waving her hand. “Actually, you couldn’t be the Batman. You got your ass beat in intramural football in college too many times.”
Rachel nearly choked on her drink, excusing herself as she tried to fight back laughter. Bruce smirked, eyes down on the ground.
Harvey tilted his head. “Hey, while we’re on the topic of embarrassing college memories, remember the time I walked in on you and that guy from Student Government at that party senior year?”
Demetria’s eyes widened while Bruce lifted his head up, intrigued. “I’d like to hear more about that.”
“It was a one time thing,” she said, clenching her teeth.
“Look, whoever the Batman is he doesn’t want to do this for the rest of his life,” Harvey continued. “How could he? Batman is looking for someone to take up his mantle.”
“And you think that person could be you?” Demetria asked.
He shrugged. “If I’m up to it.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Do you honestly think Batman is gonna come up to you and say, ‘Hey, I don’t wanna do this anymore so can you handle this?’”
“Not like that no.”
“Then how the hell do you know what he wants?”
“At the end of the day, no one wants the sole responsibility of carrying the safety of the entire city on their shoulder.”
“Except you, and to be fair, that’s what makes you a great District Attorney.”
Harvey and Demetria exchanged smiles. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all night, Dem.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I have my moments.”
“Well I’m sold, Dent,” Bruce chimed in. “I’m gonna throw you a fundraiser.”
Demetria whipped her head to Bruce. “You’re what?”
“That’s nice of you, Bruce,” Harvey chuckled. “But I’m not up for reelection for three years.”
Bruce shook his head. “No, you don’t understand. One fundraiser with my pals, you’ll never need another cent.”
“It’s a kind gesture-.”
“You can also think of it as a thank you for bringing my future wife to Gotham,” Bruce cut him off, looking to Demetria. “Without your persistence, I wouldn’t have found her.”
She smiled as he took her hand in hers.
“I guess I can’t say no then,” Harvey remarked.
_________________________________________________________________
Back at the penthouse, Bruce undid his tie as Demetria sat on the edge of the bed kicking off her heels.
“So, you’re really gonna throw a fundraiser for Harvey?” she asked.
He looked over his shoulder at her. “Yeah. Why?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great you support him and the offer is so generous but...I mean, you just met the guy.”
“I think he deserves one,” he shrugged.
“But why now? Like he said, he’s not up for re-election for another three years.”
He put his tie in the drawer. “I think he’s what the city needs so why not garner future votes to keep him in office?” He turned to her. “Besides, it gives me an excuse to show off my gorgeous fiancé.”
Demetria blushed as she tried reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress, struggling to latch on to the zipper. “Well, I’m sure your support will really...” She grunted. “Can you please help me?”
Bruce went over to her and slowly zipped down the back. Demetria inhaled sharply, the cool breeze slowly hitting her bare back.
She glanced over her shoulder, a small smile on her lips. “Thank you.”
When she went to step away, Bruce quickly grabbed her and tossed her on the bed, before climbing on top of her.
“Jesus, you could warn me next time,” Demetria giggled. “Not all of us spend our nights training like you do.”
“But it’s so much more fun to surprise you.”
His lips hovered over hers as she cupped his cheek with the palm of her hand.
“Tell me, did the guy from Student Government turn you on like I do?” Bruce whispered.”
“Oh my god,” she groaned, her cheeks flushing. She threw her hands over her face. “I’m gonna kill Harvey for telling you that.”
Bruce moved his lips to her neck. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Demetria lifted her head up, removing her hands from her face. “I don’t remember! It was years ago!”
“I bet he didn’t make you cum like I do.”
She made a face, pretending to think about it. “Well now that you bring it up, I think he did.”
Bruce pulled back, fighting the playful smile on his lips “Wow.”
She pointed a finger at him. “You started it!”
“So that’s how we’re gonna do this..”
“Are you going to fuck me or not because I don’t remember him taking this long to-.”
Bruce shut her up by crashing his lip onto hers. He made damn sure she was gonna scream his name loud enough for the kid from Student Government to hear wherever he was.
_____________________________________________________________
She woke up to find herself alone in bed, curled up on her side as the sating sheets wrapped tightly around her nude body. She sighed and laid on her back, knowing Bruce was probably training at the gym.
As much as she loved him and was proud of him for being so dedicated, she wished some nights she could wake up and find him still there, still holding her. She wanted to see the way the moonlight reflected off his body as they went off in one of their deep talks.
But he was dedicated to what he did and she respected that.
She grabbed her glass of water from the nightstand to find it empty. Tossing, the sheets off her, she made her way to the set of drawers Bruce bought for her and grabbed a pair of black yoga shorts and her old Gotham University hoodie.
She then walked into the kitchen area and quietly filled her cup with water from the kitchen sink. Turning off the water after filling up, she took a quick sip before looking over her shoulder at the twinkling lights from other building lights.
She wandered outside, gently closing the door behind her. Setting her glass on the ledge, she leaned over the railing and gazed as the city in front of her.
While she never cared about Bruce luxurious lifestyle, she did love how his balcony had the best view of the city. She could get used to spending some quiet nights out here.
It was a fact that Gotham was its most dangerous during the nighttime, which Demetria found to be waste because in the right light, like the one she was currently looking at, the city could be absolutely breath taking at night.
“You should be inside.”
She jumped, her arm flinging and knocking over the glass of water on the ground.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. She then turned to her side to find Batman standing there. Her mouth hung open a jar, as she took in the sight before her. “Wow...”
“What?” His voice was rough, calloused, and almost hushed.
“You’re just...bigger than I thought.” She folded her arms across her chest. “You’re also a lot more intimidating in person.”
“I scare you?”
She chuckled nervously. “Well, considering you show up and beat the shit out of people, I mean yeah. You are.”
Silence fell as she waited for him to respond. “So are you gonna beat me up or...?” she joked, half-heartedly.
Once again, no response. Her smile fell as she nodded her head awkwardly. “You’re not much for conversations, are you?”
He didn’t respond, again. She pulled back her lips. “Well then, I’m going to get a broom and clean up the glass.”
She went to turn around when she heard, “You’re the billionaire’s wife.”
She turned to face him. “He has a name and so do I.” She paused. “Also, I’m his fiancé.”
“But you’re going to be his wife.”
“If you don’t kill me tonight, then yeah.”
He made one step toward, causing her heart to drop to her stomach. She took a couple steps back.
“I won’t hurt you,” he told her.
“Then can you tell me why you’re here so I can go about my life and you can go take out some member of the mafia?”
“Your life is valuable. Stay inside.”
He then grabbed the railing and jumped off, Demetria leaning over to watch him soar off into the night.
Running her hand through her hair, she let out a long sigh. “Jesus fucking christ.”
She went inside and quietly went back inside to grab a broom and the garbage can.
She cleaned up the glass, throwing the pieces in the garbage can. Putting the broom back in the kitchen closet and the garbage can away, she went back into the bedroom and closed the door. She turned on her bedside lamp and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV, settling on an old episode of “I Love Lucy.”
_________________________________________________________
Bruce entered the apartment quietly, as though not to wake anyone. He quickly glanced over to find Demetria was no longer out on the balcony, a small wave of relief crashing over him.
He’d made a promise to himself to keep Demetria away from Batman as best as he could; however, between the constant coverage the press was giving her and the copycats and the mob and their affiliates running around at night, he had to do what he could to protect her.
He entered their bedroom to find the TV on and Demetria lying awake in bed.
“What’re you doing up?” he asked, laying his gym bag on the floor.
She pulled her knees to her chest. “If I told you, you’d think I was crazy.”
He got into the bed and wrapped an arm around her. “Try me.”
She sighed. “I met Batman.”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Really?”
“I was out on the balcony and he just showed up and, I don’t know, he just...he was strange.”
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“No, no, no. He just told me I should stay inside because I’m apparently valuable.” She leaned her head against Bruce’s chest and sighed. “God, this city’s so fucking weird.”
He chuckled. “It’s not all that bad.”
Her fingers gingerly ran through his hair lazily. “How was your workout? Any more injuries?”
“It was fine and no, not a scratch on me.”
“And last night’s scratches? They’re ok?”
“Perfectly so.” His smile softened. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you. For taking care of me.”
She smiled. “Happy to help.”
“What would I do without you?”
She lifted her head up. “Fuck half the Moscow ballet?”
Bruce shook his head, laughter escaping his lips. “I love you, Demetria.”
“I love you too, Bruce.”
He kissed her forehead before turning his eyes to the TV. “ ‘I Love Lucy’?”
“I couldn’t go back to sleep.”
She reached over for the remote on the bed when Bruce grabbed it first. He turned up the volume a bit, pulling Demetria closer to him. She threw one arm over him as they watched the show together.
Bruce knew his days as Batman would eventually end and when they did, he couldn’t wait to spend a normal night curled up with his wife watching a mindless show.
Those days were coming soon, at he least hoped they would.
#bruce wayne x oc#bruce wayne imagine#batman fanfic#batman#bruce wayne x reader#christian bale#christian bale x reader#bruce waye#the dark knight fanfiction#the dark knight#the joker#tdk trilogy#tdk#bruce wayne fluff#bruce wayne smut#batman x reader
277 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Arrangement
John Wick x Reader (A/n- I have no idea where this is going, but its definitely going. Also, just for some supplemental texture-->
John’s townhouse Y/n’s apartment)
The Arrangement
Warnings- NSFW/SMUT, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, some angst, John being kind of an asshole.
Sweet Surrender
John leaned back in the dark leather chair positioned behind his mahogany desk, his elbows propped on the upholstered arm rests and his fingers touching at the tips. Besides work, there was a lot of his mind, most of it having to do with Y/n. They weren't his usual thoughts of her though, these were troubling. Something had changed with her and lately, he had been starting to sense that she was unhappy. Y/n hadn’t out-rightly said so, but it was in the little things; she’d stopped offering him details on the life she lived outside of their shared moments and all in all, she wasn’t her typical light, carefree self.
In the beginning, it was Y/n’s bubbly personality that had attracted him, enthralling him. Before, he’d usually find his women via other means, there had only been a few others and they were all nice enough, good at following orders and fun in bed. But nonetheless, Y/n was certainly his favorite, upon meeting her, John could easily tell that she was a natural submissive and wasn’t thoughtless like those gone by. She didn’t take her role in his life lightly either, and John cared for her in a way that he hadn’t for anyone one else. Which was why it stung to think that he wasn’t doing right by her, their arrangement was supposed to bring them both pleasure, but if he wasn’t doing that for her, then half the purpose was lost. He wondered what had caused her discontent, up until then, he figured that he had been good to Y/n, he took care of her needs; sexual, financial and otherwise, he tried to listen when she needed an ear and always respected her boundaries.
He’d have to bring it up soon, John wasn’t afraid of addressing it, besides, it was nearing the eleventh month of their first contract, they’d have to discuss whether or not they wanted to renew it or not. Usually, John never renewed them, by the end of the year, he'd often find himself yearning for a fresh face, letting his latest attraction go like dust on wind, but that year it was different and he couldn’t see himself growing tired of Y/n in the foreseeable future. John knew what he wanted, the final decision would have to be Y/n’s.
“Mr. Wick?” his secretary poked her little brunette head into his office, interrupting his tumultuous thoughts. With a hum and annoyance expertly kept at bay, he glanced up, meeting a pair of clear green eyes. Abigail was just a few years older than Y/n and had been his secretary for going on three years. He could never tell what her angle was though, with all the tight shirts and short skirts, sure she was pretty enough, but it was the kind of beauty John could see himself getting bored of quickly. She didn’t really have much of a defining personality either, very two dimensional and he suspected that she didn’t have much more depth than she offered at face value. She was nothing like Y/n who was intelligent and exciting. “Your one o’clock is here,” even after she delivered her message, Abigail stayed there, still holding the door open.
With a quiet sigh, John sat up straighter, slowly moving to stand, “Is that all Abigail?” He didn’t even spare a minute to look at her, though, he could feel her eyes on him. When she offered a meek yes, finally turning to walk away, he called her back, just remembering something, “Did you finish the draft I asked you to work on?”
After a moment of hesitation, and shuffling her feet childishly, “No, Mr. Wick, I haven’t-”
“How the fuck am I supposed to start the deposition on Monday without it?” He snarled, glaring at her; John absolutely hated excuses, especially when he could tell they were going to be baseless. Alarmed, Abigail jumped, her face going pale and her eyes glassy. Apologizing profusely, she cast her gaze to the shiny marble floor, but John was too irritated to care. He’d have fired her right on the spot, but he needed someone working his receptionist’s station and for that draft to be finished by the end of the day. So, he’d spare her, for now. “Just….get it done by five,” he’d wanted to leave by four thirty to get ready for dinner later that evening, but he’d spare Abigail the half hour, “And get the hell out of my office.” Without another world, Abigail scurried out and John finished gathering his materials, almost ready to head to the elevator when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
It was a text from Y/n, and despite himself, he smiled, she never ceased to brighten his day a little. She had sent a picture of the dress she’d purchased for the night, per his request; a short, dusty mauve, chiffon one with a cowl neck and thin straps at the shoulders. Directly below that picture was another of strappy nude stilettos with thin five inch heels, John adored seeing her in high heels, especially those pencil thin, dangerous looking ones. The attachments were followed up by a simple question, “Are these okay?”
John moistened his lips, already able to picture how the outfit would look on Y/n, definitely good enough for him to want to keep her in the bedroom. She had a wonderful sense of style and normally looked good in anything. Usually, John preferred to be there when she shopped, ensuring that she wasn’t worrying about prices and that things like lingerie were suited to his tastes, but in the event that he was unavailable, John had found that she was fine on her own. “Those are perfect,” he sent the text, locking his phone and heading out of his office to the conference room.
John detested Y/n’s apartment. It was small, no, small would be an understatement, it was tiny and if he’d had his way when they were first checking places out for her, John would have seen that she’d gotten something bigger. But, he was deep in lust and Y/n hadn’t been happy with any of the other that the real estate agent took them to. In fact, it had taken almost a month for her to find that place in New York City and, when they had gone to see it, Y/n had instantly fallen in love with the quaint, cool-toned, vintage styled apartment with beige and mellow blue walls, light hardwood floors and white wooden doors that were intentionally made to look faded and unfinished. The decorator that John had hired kept with the natural vintage theme too, adding an old fashioned farm sink, a charming mix of stained marble and tiles on the kitchen counter, homely rugs and even a 1950’s refrigerator solely for aesthetic purposes. Thankfully, the running fridge was integrated and actually from their century.
As time passed, Y/n had also ensured that her love for houseplants were reflected in her decor too. She had one in every room, always watered and tended to, some growing cheerful flowers while others just maintained a healthy greenness.
Before Y/n had moved in, John had been sure to ask her well over three times if she was sure about her decision, and each time she’d assured him that she was. Y/n had eventually explained that if she lived in something bigger she wouldn’t have a clue on what to do with the extra space, it was just her and Theo anyway.
John stood at Y/n’s door for a minute, searching for her key on his bunch, casually looking up and down the hall. Thankfully, the neighborhood and by extension, the building, was a nice one. Upon finding the right key, John slipped it into the lock, turning twice. As he entered Y/n’s apartment, John called out to her, though, before she could answer, he felt a gentle rubbing on his leg; Theo.
Chuckling, he bent, scooping up the grey Scottish fold. John held the cat to his chest, absently running his fingers affectionately on his soft head, “Where’s your mom?” He asked, already walking towards the living room, earning himself a meow.
“Oh,” Y/n was just hurrying out from the other side of the living room, barefoot and still in her silk lilac robe, though her hair and make up was already done, “John,” her eyes went wide and she looked down in embarrassment, clearly alarmed, “I’m so sorry, I must have heard the time wrong.”
“You didn’t,” he reassured sternly, “I’m early, don’t worry about it,” he waved off her worry, still holding Theo in his arms. John had never been a cat person, but Y/n’s four year old rescue had taken a liking to him upon their first meeting and John at some point, the furry fella had grown on him.
“Thank you,” she smiled lightly and John offered a faint smile of his own in return, “Theo!” Y/n scolded just realizing that he was in John’s arms, “You’re gonna get cat hair all over John.”
“It’s okay, he just wants a little attention,” John sat himself on her olive colored living room sofa, the length of his legs exaggerated by how low it was, “Go finish getting ready,” he urged and after a brisk nod of compliance, Y/n hurried off again.
John’s hand was low on Y/n’s back as they followed the hostess to their party’s table in the high end French restaurant. Their table was near an elaborate indoor fountain, beneath a glittering chandelier and as they approached, Y/n could see that a middle aged couple was already seated with a round of drinks. Putting on her best smile, she waited for John to introduce her before offering her hand, “Ellis, Lauren, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” Her breath hitched excitedly at the word, even if that was the way John always introduced her, it wasn’t like he went around telling people that he had an, by all intents and purposes, a paid for fuck doll. Still, it was enough to feed her hope that one day, maybe in the distant future, he could actually see her as that, as his girlfriend, that the word wouldn’t just be a cover.
“It’s nice to meet you,” after a moment of bewilderment and obvious hesitation, they took turns shaking her delicate hand, and Y/n did her best to maintain her trained smile; she was used to dealing with snobs anyway.
Even as they introduced themselves; Lauren and Ellis Capeldai, Y/n could see they were judging her; a girl her age, with a nearly middle aged, rich, powerful man? In their minds, Y/n could only be one thing. But alas, she was used to it, and if John had taught her anything, it was that opinions didn’t matter, they were consenting adults, and whatever they did with their personal lives was no one’s but their business.
John pulled out her chair and just as Y/n sat, John did too, immediately engaging conversation with Ellis. They glazed over small talk for a couple minutes, before getting into the specifics of a case; the Capeldais’ owned a private clinic in the city and had recently had a malpractice suit brought against them. Quietly, from her position next to John, she tried to keep up with their conversation, though, she only knew that much when it came to legal and medical jargon; an English degree could only take you that far in certain directions. In fact, the only thing she could deduce was that someone’s relative had died and that John was positive that he could prove that it wasn’t anyone’s fault but the dead patient’s.
Eventually, it came to the point where the more they spoke, the less Y/n wanted to hear. There was a dirty side to John’s job, or maybe it was just John himself, though Y/n could never bring herself to see him like that, so she blamed it on the trade instead. He was always willing to go the extra mile, or twenty, for his clients, just to make sure that they won, even going those miles meant getting his hands dirty. It was rare for Y/n to see that side of him, the side that he showed clients, that was ruthless and capable of anything in the name of victory and though John’s power and confidence enthralled her, it also scared her.
If he was like that, what else could he be?
Slowly, Y/n retreated into herself, no longer paying any mind to how their conversation unfolded. Working on autopilot, she steered her gaze to the plate before her, using her fork to shift around what was left of her entree, punctuating her movements with the occasional sip of Pinot Noir. Y/n sunk into her own little world until John’s grip held firm on her exposed thigh, his warm breath fanning her ear as he leaned in to whisper, “It’s rude to play with you food darling.” His gravely drawl sent shivers up his spine, “You don’t want to ruin our night by being punished, do you?”
Hastily, Y/n shifted her dilated gaze to meet John’s whiskey pools, the new rosiness in her cheeks brightening her sparsely applied blush, evident to those that sat across from them, “No sir,” she cast her head down out of instinct, “I’m sorry.”
Surely, the Capeldais’ were spectating with intrigue, though, thankfully not hearing a word of John and Y/n’s exchange. “It’s okay,” his rough fingers inched higher, sneaking beneath the hem of Y/n’s dress, “But don’t do it again,” he warned, covering his tracks with a peck on her cheek.
Even when John redirected his attention to his food, his hand still lingered on her upper thigh, slowly working its way further up, his feather light touch ticklish and reflecting in the pooling moisture in her panties. “So Y/n, dear,” Lauren turned to Y/n, her distaste masked under a stiff smile, “What do you do when you’re not being wined and dined by Mr. Wick?” There was malice in her words, Lauren had apparently decided that Y/n was nothing but a gold digger or something of the sort.
For a moment, Y/n glanced towards John, who cleared his throat loudly, thankfully, opting to answer for her, “Y/n works at a bank, you probably know it; Fraser Holdings,” John gave her leg a reassuring squeeze, and by then, his fingers were close enough to brush her crotch, “It’s where we met actually, I had some business there and she caught my eye.” John was a master of controlling narrative Y/n knew that every word of his explanation was chosen carefully, with the intention of carrying an air of vagueness. Y/n wasn’t ashamed of her job as a secretary, it paid the bills, at least, it used to, and she knew that John probably wasn’t either, but some people just weren’t worth the whole truth.
“Oh,” Lauren's stiff, condescending smile was apparently permanently plastered to her no doubt Botox infused face, and her nosiness was proving to be relentless, “And how long have you two been dating?” At the question, the graying Mr. Capadali looked up, he too was intrigued by the question.
Just as the query hit the ear, John’s stocky index brushed her lace clad folds. Caught off guard, Y/n jumped, her eyes going wide and breathing an alarmed gasp, her knee made painful contact with the bottom of the table as she crossed her legs, only serving to squeeze John’s hand in place. Again, she looked to him, but that time, he indicated for her to take the question, a slight smirk tugging at his lips, his trimmed scruff hiding it almost perfectly. “Um…” her words wavered as he rubbed gently, just barely grazing her nub with his pointer, the lace of her panties adding extra, effective friction. “We’ve been together for about a year.”
A slight tugging on Y/n’s thigh was enough of an instruction for her to uncross her legs, parting them slightly. Under the security of the pristine white tablecloth, John pushed aside the crotch of her panties, rubbing Y/n’s cilt slowly with the ‘v’ of his index and middle fingers. Once again startled, she glanced his way, but he merely offered. Her swollen bud throbbed beneath his expert touch and Y/n had to hide the moan that threatened to escape her matted-burgundy painted lips with a lengthy drag of her wine. Her breath shuddered as she set the glass down, quickly looking to John, who'd already rekindled conversation with the older couple, seemingly unaffected by her plight.
Her eyes stayed trained on his side profile though her attention waned; John's handsome features blurring as her orbs glazed over with desire. By then, it wasn't hard to identify the distinct pink hue standing out on her otherwise flushed cheeks and the absence of focus was blatant. The more prolonged John's ministrations became, the closer Y/n got to her tipping point. Just out of the corner of her faulty vision, Y/n could see when John carelessly let the fabric napkin fall over his hardened crotch, the creases and haphazardness of the eggshell material masking his hard on.
Another hitch of her breath came when one of John’s fingers slid further into her drenched heat, her posture, maybe thankfully, not allowing him access to her entrance. Though, John had a solution for everything, no mind how harsh or abrupt it may be, “Well, Ellis, Lauren,” he cleared his throat, pretending to check his watch. A waiter had just cleared their plates and had promised to be back soon with a desert menu, “I think we’ve covered a lot tonight, but Y/n and I have an early start tomorrow,” for the first time in a while, he removed his fingers, dragging them along her inner thigh, messily spreading her slickness. Now hot, bothered and still in the middle of a packed restaurant, Y/n could quickly feel herself growing frustrated at the loss of contact, ready to grab her clutch off its resting place on the table as John signaled a waiter, handing over a business card and requesting that the final bill be sent to his office. Y/n doubted that it was something the establishment regularly did, but there wasn’t a soul willing to deny John Wick. Besides, if he said he was going to pay, there wasn’t a bit of doubt that he wouldn’t. John was a man of his word.
After they’d bid their companions goodnight and safe travels, John led Y/n out of the restaurant, holding onto her into her light petite coat as the valet brought around his navy Maserati, the dark coat shining even in their dimmed surroundings. John, as Y/n had learnt, was quite the car enthusiast and he’d collected quite a few over the years, enough to supply a small dealership, with almost everything from prized, classic muscle cars and widely adored classics to flashy sports cars and of course, some more sophisticated ones.
After they’d gotten in, John had tossed her coat to the back seat and then peeled away from the curb, navigating the car onto the busy street, easily weaving through the thinning traffic. Stealing a glace, Y/n found that John’s expression wasn’t readily readable, though, when, not too long after they’d left, he turned into a deserted, poorly lit, damp alleyway between a shady Chinese restaurant and a low grade department store, she got a pretty clear idea of he wanted. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look in that dress babygirl?” His question strained and mumbled as John undid his seat belt and used the lever beneath his seat to push it back a little. Excitement had Y/n breathing heavily, and she didn’t think to answer his question. “Didn’t I ask you something?” He probed roughly, undoing the belt, button and zipper on his black slacks.
“I don’t know,” she breathed, blushing and blinking quickly, her stomach fluttered when John reached over to undo her seat belt, easily manhandling her over the console and into his lap.
“Well let me show you,” he grunted, grabbing her hand and shoving into his undone pants, over his erection, gasping quietly at the distinct firmness overtaking his member, “See what you do to me? This is all you baby,” he whispered harshly, catching her ear lobe between his teeth.
The alluring aroma of fine wine and musky cologne clouded her senses and Y/n’s breath hitch, the sound quiet, and pitched. “Sir,” she moaned, eyes wide and pupils lust blown as her hand lingered in John’s pants long after he’d stopped applying pressure.
John trailed feverish kisses down the column of her neck, high on the scent of her perfume, occasionally alternating between lapping his tongue over her vein and nibbling her skin. He was definitely going to leave marks, claiming her as his own. As his mouth ravaged her throat, John fiddled with the thin straps of her dress, letting them slip carelessly down the curve of her shoulders, eventually urging her arms out of them and pushing the top down, exposing her breasts, pushed together enticingly by a simple, cream colored strapless bra. “I want you to ride my cock,” John’s fingers slid up her body, thumbs brushing the smooth, stain covered padding over her nipples, before easily undoing the front clasp and freeing her full, voluptuous breasts, “Now,” he growled, pushing aside the crotch of her flimsy thong, his digits brushing the lips of her swollen, soaked pussy.
With anxious hands, Y/n helped John shove his pants down to the area right above his knees, “Come on,” he slouched further into the leather stead in an instant, John’s hands were up her dress, holding her hips in place as she eased down on him. Feeling how he bottomed out inside her, stretching her tightness so wide it burned, Y/n’s head lolled back, squeezing her eyes shut as her loud moan bounced off the windows. “Move, now,” he managed through his clenched jaw after he’d given Y/n a minute to adjust.
Desperate, filthy mewls swirled in the heavy air around them, joining John’s languid grunts as his hips rose to meet hers. Each time Y/n came down on him, her bouncing erratic and harsh, her core slapped his balls, rendering loud, wet, perverted sounds. “Sir,” her breathy cries were the only interruptions of her heady noises.
"Fuck," John hissed, just before taking one of her breasts in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her pebbled nipple and one hand sliding up her back, pressing her chest to his face, "Faster," he urged.
Y/n's eager hands slid up John's chest, the material of his grey button up smooth under her palm, his carnal heat seeping through. She settled them beneath the lapels of his tailored, black blazer, bunching the fabric up in her fingers as she quickened her pace with renewed vigor.
The tinted windows around them fogged over and the purring of the engine fell on deaf ears. John could feel her nails digging into his skin, even through his shirt and the throbbing veins running up his shaft offered Y/n an irresistible friction. Every time she came up, only to sink back down on him, John’s swollen tip reaching her end, Y/n could feel herself drawing closer to the edge. “Please,” she whimpered, pleading for John to permit her release.
John’s hips jerked upwards to slam into Y/n’s center, the remaining hand caught under her dress now aggressively squeezing and kneading her ass. The other violently grabbed a fistful of her head, rearing her head further back so John could ravish her neck without resistance, “Do it,” he commanded between skin pulling bites, “I want to feel your cunt squeezing my cock. You’re my little bitch and I need to feel you cum.”
Before long, Y/n was shuddering; her legs straddling John stiffening and her pussy convulsing as warm juices gushed from her center. Her gasps were broken and her breaths ragged as Y/n’s eyes rolled back and her hold on John’s now wrinkled shirt loosened. With a slackened jaw, the rest of her body went limp and John was the one still moving, though, his thrusts rigid.
The feeling of Y/n milking his cock entwined by the ecstasy that always accompanied being buried deep inside her was pleasurably unmatched and soon, John was following her to release, “Fuck Y/n,” he sputtered, slowing his movement as he spurted bursts of hot seed inside of her, their products mixing as it seeped out, coating Y/n’s thighs and dripping onto his.
It took awhile for their breaths to slow and for any sense of coherence to make its way back into the stilling running car, and even after; they lingered, John’s now flaccid cock still cocooned in her settled center. When he finally guided her off him, John used tissues from the glove compartment to clean Y/n up as she still sat in his lap, and she let him readjust her dress, forgoing her bra, instead just pulling the straps over her arms. When he set her back in the passenger seat, Y/n winced, though she wasn’t half as sore as she’d usually be after sessions with John, when he had more room and time to work with. In fact, hot, spontaneous moments like that one were rare, which arguably only made them more enjoyable.
Except, that night, as Y/n silently watched John clean himself up, his expression stoic, as it typically was, she couldn’t help but feel a little dirty, and not just in a physical way. That dinner hadn’t been her best one with him, she didn’t particularly enjoy seeing him as the villain, willing to desecrate the name of a dead man. Logically, she knew that it was the job, and someone had to do it, but being that good at it? It took guts and a certain kind of coldness that frightened her.
And then, of course, there was the typical issue of their otherwise unattached status. Because, as scary as John was when he was in his element, she still found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, which wasn’t exactly ideal, considering the more she fell, the more it hurt when she remembered that she was just his sub. It was confusing, but mostly it hurt.
The drive back to Y/n’s place was without conversation, though, when John parked on the curb and Y/n had gathered her stuff, namely her purse with generous bits of her bra sticking out the top and her coat draped over it, John grabbed her leg before she could get out, “Do you have vacation days?”
“Yes,” she nodded firmly, intrigued though not daring to say anything further.
“How many?” John’s eyes were void of anything telling and he wasn’t going to give her more without Y/n’s compliance.
“A month.”
“Good,” John reclaimed his hand, immediately fishing his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and his fingers going to dance on the unlocked, brightened screen. He didn’t look at her again, leaving her bewildered as he came out and jogged to her side, opening the door for her. John helped her out of the car, and with a hand low on her back, he walked to the front double doors of the building, holding one side open but making no move to go in himself. “I want you to take two weeks,” he said, putting his cell away, “I’m taking you to a summer home in North Carolina. Abigail will book a jet for Sunday afternoon, call your boss and tell him you won’t be in on Monday,” and before Y/n could protest that she actually needed to give H.R. a month’s notice, John intervened, “If he gives you any trouble, let me know and I'll talk to him, okay?” By ‘talk to him’, it was quite possible that he meant bullying her boss into giving her the time off without consequence.
“Yes,” her lips quivered in surprise, and Y/n nodded again, “Okay.”
“Okay,” John repeated, stiffly reaching across to peck the side of her lips, “I’ll send you the flight details, and I’ll taking you shopping tomorrow afternoon,” when Y/n agreed, they exchanged pleasant good-nights and John finally let Y/n go, secretly hoping that their trip would do them both some good in terms of their upcoming discussion.
******
Tagging- @harrisongslimited @magnificentclodpiebanana @keandrews @greenmanalishi @rdjloverxxx @danceoftwowolves
#keanu reeves#john wick#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves x you#john wick x you#john wick x reader#john wick fanfic#john wick fanfiction#ff#fanfic#keanu reeves fanfic#au#the arrangement#sweet surrender#fanfiction#john wick au
132 notes
·
View notes
Text
( twenty four , cis female , she/her ) ✉ ― hey babes, have you met 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺. they’re vacationing here, a few villas down from where you’re staying. you might hear 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑺 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐉𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓 playing from their villa, it’s their favourite song. yes, they hear that they look like 𝑺𝒀𝑫𝑵𝑬𝒀 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑵𝑬𝒀 alot, actually - it’s really uncanny. their friends back home in 𝑫𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑺, 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒 say that if they were on a tv show, their trope would be 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑫𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑯𝑺, how funny is that? ✎ sammy, twenty two, he/him, est .
mtv again ? gosh , you guys are back so , so soon ! i wasn’t expecting any company ! anyway , make yourself comfortable , grab some snacks & settle in ( you know the drill ) cause today’s client is : faith evans .
𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 :
for as long as faith could remember , she wanted to be famous . the glitz , the glamour , the perks . it’s enough to have her drooling , practically foaming at the mouth . complete opposite from the life that she was given growing up .
to say it was easy would be the slap in the face : verbally abusive parents , rough living conditions , lack of motivation , the absolute poison that was her town . safe to say for as long as she could remember , faith was a lost cause .
coasting through school , the vicious cycle of the same old thing was merely enough to have her head explode . she needed out and fast . opportunity after opportunity passed yet with little to no exposure , especially without the credentials to back it up .
with all of her options practically burnt , her final saving grace comes as a complete surprise to her . aunt jenny . she had no issue taking faith as her plus one during spring break vacations : a couple of weeks to bask in the sun , do whatever she wants .. except now that faith is all grown up , she’s willing to provide faith with a semi - permanent way out , but of course , under one condition .
scrubbing floors , fitting covers on mattresses , that’s right .. cleaning duty . sure , it wasn’t the start that faith might’ve been praying for , but serves as a chance for the woman to live as she wants and to become who she wants to be .
little does she know that involves being an entirety different person out of her shifts : sneaky meetings around the area , never inviting people back to ‘ her place ’ , excuse after excuse as to her whereabouts , making up stories about wealthy parents that don’t exist . lies upon lies just piling up for the sake of an opportunity . to be noticed , hell , even to be appreciated for once . but maybe this new life would actually be harder than she thought .
𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬 : mostly everything that comes out of her mouth will in fact be a fabricated lie . basically , short story , faith is claiming to be one thing & couldn’t be further from it actually . so play along , watch the shit show that’s happening & laugh at her insanity !
the hidden depths trope : she isn’t all that what seems , she takes others by surprise when they discover that there’s more to her than meets the eye . she have a bit of an “ you never asked , so i never said anything ” quality to her .
overall , faith can be summed up as : a sweet , innocent looking soul that is truly vindictive , fake , & the utmost manipulative .
character inspo : giving a dash of camp rock fantasy + shoutout to g for always , always , always having my back ( and improving literally everything she touches . bye i’m flirting ) .
𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 :
looks like a cupcake , actually isn’t a cupcake . scared of being too vulnerable too soon . ultimate celebrity crush is megan fox , no one can tell her otherwise . has zero problems showing off her body . would never pose nude for any amount of money . tempting , nonetheless . horrible when it comes to expressing her feelings . could definitely wear black for the rest of her life . never reads instagram comments . has sick playlists ( definitely pass her the aux cord ) . hot cheetos and lime are the way to her heart , and maybe her pants but it honestly depends on her mood . cries out her feelings after a breakup . falls in love with anything pink and fluffy .
𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 :
friends , friends with benefits , drunk partners in crime , flirtationships , situationships , exes on bad terms , one night stands . bad / good influences . secret hookups . on again - off again things .
like this & i’m coming to u for plots , will not take no for an answer ! hope this show was better than the last ! if u actually reached the bottom then .. sorry , love u !
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Saddle Request
Title: The Saddle Request
Fandom: Kingsman
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader
Author: @sheerfreesia007
Words: 2,181
Warnings: Rough sex, Semi Public Sex, Hair pulling, Cum play, Cursing
Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite
Author Notes: I figured I’d end Thirsty Thursday with the dirtiest one I’ve written. Y’all can thank Lizzie for this absolute raunchy filth. It’s ALL her fault. This is probably the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. And yeah that title? My brain broke after writing this and I couldn’t come up with a better title. Stay bad ass Lizzie you’re awesome! This was the request: Reader is a family friend of the Daniels family and works on whiskey’s ranch looking after the horses. She’s lived abroad for a few years and has just come back to Kentucky. Whiskey comes back to his ranch and sees reader brushing out the horses in the barn looking tanned and beautiful in her skintight jeans. He just has to bend her over the nearest saddle and fuck her senseless!
Gif Credit: Google
Jack steps out onto the back porch of his family’s farm after listening for the last time from Memaw that he had to settle down and start his own family. Scowling softly over his shoulder he tries to clear his mind and just enjoy the time he has to spend with family. Just then he hears the thundering hooves of one of the horses and looks back over to the stables where he sees one of the mares galloping back from the back pasture with a female rider. The rider’s long hair flies behind her as she maneuvers the horse expertly and slows down to a trot that slows even more to a steady walk.
Watching with shrewd eyes he recognizes the mare as one that only a certain few were ever able to ride as since she was a picky thing when it came to riders. In fact only two people were ever able to ride the stubborn mare. Himself and an old family friend that used to work on the farm training the horses. With a furrowed brow he continued to watch the mare and rider as they disappeared into the stable. Thinking back last Jack heard about her she had moved to Germany to help train horses there for Deutsches Spring und Dressur-Derby, the oldest horse show in Germany and the hardest course in the world. But that had been almost ten years ago when he was in his early twenties, so surely this couldn’t be her. Could it?
Deciding he’s going to figure out who this mystery rider is Jack begins the trek over to the barn where they stable the horses. As he’s making his way over he nods and greets any of the other farmhands that he sees as they are all leaving for the day and even catches up with one of them that he hadn’t seen in awhile. But when he excused himself he saw the knowing look in their eye before they turned and left. He’s a little put off by that but shrugs it off as his curiosity is more prominent.
He’s stepping into the barn and quickly spots the rider as she’s standing alongside the mare brushing her coat out to cool her off. He stands where he is at the open doors of the barn and just lets him survey the woman. She’s got long flowing hair that reaches down to the middle of her back and she’s wearing a green and white plaid shirt over a pair of worn skin tight blue jeans and a pair of worn brown cowboy boots. Jack’s eyes trail up and down her body without being caught and his eyes keep tracing over the curve of her firm ass in her blue jeans. God didn’t mess around with this one did he?
Just then the woman turns her head to look over at the mare who’s chomping away at a hay bale and drinking from a bucket. She says something to the mare and Jack focuses on her face. She’s got pretty glowing tanned skin that shows that’s been outside for quite a bit and that she takes care of it. She smiles brightly at the mare when the animal huffs at her before turning back to brushing out her coat, Jack feels like his world tilts as he sees that smile. It’s her.
Moving closer to he’s almost silent as he watches as she finishes up with the mare and walks her into her stable and shutting the door before she turns to the saddle that she had placed on a saw horse. His eyes are taking her in completely now and Jack can feel his body tensing at her image. She’s changed over the years that she’s been gone but it’s all been for the better. Her breasts are still perky but they’re fuller now and her hips had widened into those lovely womanly hips that made a man beg. And that ass. Jack caught himself as he was staring and moving around her predatorily. She never heard him coming. Stepping up close behind her he caged her against the saddle and bracketed his arms around her so she couldn’t anywhere.
“Now correct me if I’m wrong but you’re supposed to be in Germany, aren’t you Honeycomb?” he asked sultrily into her ear and felt her body tense and then shiver against him.
“Well look who it is?” she drawled out lowly to him and he could hear the grin on her lips. “Jack Daniels in the flesh.” Jack grinds his hips up against her ass slowly dragging himself against her so she can feel every inch of him making her gasp out.
“Oh more than just in the flesh Honeycomb.” he husks out against her ear. His lips curve around her ear lobe and his teeth grip the cartilage and begin to pull back. Her head tilts back and a groan rips from her throat.
“You were always good at distracting me from my tasks.” she mutters out and Jack grins wickedly before nuzzling his nose behind her ear as his lips begin to place soft wet kisses against the skin of her neck.
“Nonsense you always got your work done.” he retorts as he nips at her skin with his teeth making her jerk in his arms.
“Hmmm mostly because I hustled my ass to get it done after all the distractions.” she hummed at him as she pressed her ass back into his crotch. Jack’s hand came up to grip at her hip and his fingers flexed as he got a sure grip. He ground his hips back into hers and she stumbled forward catching herself on the saddle she just ridden on.
“Remember when we used to ride out into the back pasture by the wooded area and I would fuck you against our tree out there?” he groaned out lowly as his hands gripped her hips and held her against the saddle. They slowly slid up her back to keep her pressed firmly to the saddle, his eyes appreciating her strong back and the muscles that he could feel underneath her clothing.
“Or those times where you’d take me to the pond in the middle of the property and eat me out while the cows grazed not far from us?” she moaned out as Jack slowly ground his hips back into hers and she tried to press back on him but he wouldn’t let her, keeping her still with his hands.
“Fuck Honeycomb. Tell me you want this to.” he gasped out before settling his hips firmly against hers ass and stilling.
“Like you’d have to ask.” she quips back at him as she sends him a heated look over her shoulder at him.
“Say it Honeycomb.” he pleads with her and she smirks softly.
“I want you to fuck me Jack. Right. Now.” she responds and brushes her hips back against him at the end of sentence with each word. Jack growls and one of his hands slips down to the front of her blue jeans quickly undoing her button and then sliding her zipper down quickly. He slows himself though as he slides the denim down over her ass to just below her thighs at her knees. He groans when he sees the black thong covering her glowing tan skin. No tan lines.
“What’d you go to a nude beach in Germany?” he snarks out and she laughs. Jack’s hand comes up and swats at the globe of flesh watching as a red flush appears where he hit. Her loud gasp falling in the air around them.
“Fuck! Yeah maybe if I ever go back I’ll take you with me cowboy.” she retorts and Jack swats again at her before his palm soothes it by rubbing soft circles over the red flushed skin.
“This is gonna be quick Honeycomb.” he warns and she nods her head.
“Don’t care just fuck me Jack.” she gasps out. Jack groans as his hands quickly undo his belt and slide his zipper down pushing both his jeans and boxer briefs down just far enough that his cock springs out. The head is flushed red with arousal and there’s precum beading at the tip. Jack pants out a harsh breath as he slides his cock between her ass cheeks watching as the precum smears onto the black material of her thong. His fingers grip the black material and slide it over one ass cheek so that he can see her core and he groans loudly as he sees her practically dripping for him.
“Oh Honeycomb. You’re weeping for me.” he coos teasingly at her and her body shudders as his finger slides in between her folds gathering her slick on his finger.
“Jack please.” she begs him and suddenly it’s too much for him. He notches his cock against her entrance and slams his hips forward. A high pitched cry bursts from her mouth as her hands scramble against the saddle to get some purchase. Jack doesn’t give her time to adjust before he’s pulling out quickly and slamming back into her. But she doesn’t seem to care as she moans loudly and breathes heavily into the air. “Fuck yes!”
“C’mon Honeycomb tell me how much you like me fucking you hard like this.” he taunts her seductively and she whimpers underneath him.
“Fuck I love it. Dreamt about it while I was away.” she gasps out and Jack’s hips pound harder into her watching as his cock disappears and emerges from her core slick with her all over him.
“Yeah? No one over in Germany could fuck you like I do could they?” he asks harshly as one hand slides from her hips to travel up her back and gather her hair in a ponytail and pull her backwards making her arc her back.
“No only you can fuck me like this. Ugh, Jack please, oh fuck please.” she moans out and suddenly he presses his chest against hers and grinds up into her his other that’s not in her hair sliding around her hip to dip down and tap at her clit. He rubs soft figure eights against the bud and he feels her walls clench and squeeze at him. “Please, please, please. Oh fuck.” she chants out to him and he can feel his orgasm beginning to crash over him like a wave and he can’t hold it off. Not with the way she was squeezing him.
“Shit Honeycomb!” he grunts out and releases inside of her almost violently. He’s flush against her and panting out against her neck as he cums inside of her and suddenly her body begins to shake in his arms and he knows his own release triggered hers. Her nails are digging into the leather of the saddle and her elbows lock as she bears down on him and Jack groans lowly as her walls milk him for all he’s worth.
When she comes down from her high she unlocks her elbows and falls forward onto her saddle panting and gasping for air. He slides his hands from her hair and around her hip to hold her waist steady as he slowly pulls out of her. He crouches down and begins to slowly pull her blue jeans up when he spots her still clenching core. He watches silently as her entrance flutters and winks at him, and then he sees his cum start to slowly slide out of her. Moving quickly he uses two fingers to scoop up the escaping cum and slides it back into her. Her body jerks against his fingers, obviously still sensitive and she groans sinfully and loudly into the air. Jack slides her black thong back into place so that it’ll catch whatever drips from her and then slides her blue jeans back up and over her ass and fastens them so that she doesn’t have to worry about them. When he stands he quickly slides his own boxer briefs and pants back up.
He watches as she unsteadily stands and he smirks knowing that he did that to her. She turns and leans back against the saddle to look at him properly for the first time since he invaded her space. Her eyes are shining with affectionate happiness and Jack can’t seem to get enough of the attention. He grins wickedly at her and moves forward to scoop her up in his arms bridal style.
“What are you doing?” she asks curiously as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“Taking you home. You’ve been worked hard enough today.” he says and she scoffs at him with a roll of her eyes.
“More like you wanna work me harder in bed.” she corrects him and he grins at her again as she laughs. “Fine cowboy take me home.” she says softly and he can see the sleepiness invading her pretty eyes. Hopefully she’ll get a restful nap on the car ride home because he intends to keep her up all night reacquainting himself with her.
23 notes
·
View notes
Text
My Senpai | 2
Ushijima x Reader
Summary: You’re Goshiki Tsutomu’s older doting sister, second year at Shiratorizawa and captain of the girl’s track & field team. At your brother’s first practice you sneak in to support him and end up meeting the impressive force that is his captain.
Warnings: There’s a curse word or two.
[1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5]
-
If you were honest with yourself, you weren’t really sure why you let it happen, but you did, and now you had to deal with it. Shiratorizawa was hosting the first track meet of the season, inviting five other schools to compete, and you were excited for it. Goshiki had mentioned to Tendo that your first meet was happening and apparently the whole volleyball team was coming to watch you.
The stands were pretty full, mostly Shiratorizawa students and members of all the different track and field clubs who weren’t competing today, but there for support. There were loud cheers when the Shiratorizawa girls and boys competing today stepped onto the field together. Not everyone was participating today for various reasons. It was mostly third years, half the second years, and a few select first years debuting this meet.
You stood with the boy’s team captain and waved at your fellow student body. A series of loud squeals erupted and chants of “Go-shi-ki sen-pai win!” sounded from the stands, making you laugh. You had your own small fan club and they were easy to spot, waving hand made signs with your name and phrases like “Fly Senpai” and “Dream Captain” written on them. A blush rose to your cheeks as you spotted your brother and the boys from the volleyball team sitting with your fan club. Tendo and your brother had even taken one of their signs and started waving it around together with large grins on their faces. It made you happy to see your sibling enjoying himself.
Turning to the boy’s captain, you held out your hand to him and shook his, wishing him and the boys good luck. Separating, you led the girls in doing stretches before wrapping up with a speech about how they should only think about doing their best and if they just gave it 100% of themselves, then there wouldn’t be any regrets at the end of the day. The whistle blew, signaling the start of events.
Your first event was the 100 meter dash. Heading over to the start, you did some last minute leg stretches before bouncing up and down to loosen up your limbs. Some of the girls from the opposing schools openly stared at you and you smiled at them, despite their judgmental gazes.
You wore maroon, high waisted bun huggers and the classic white school jersey with maroon accenting, the symbol for captain on your chest above your heart and the nation’s flag was sewn on your jersey as well, showing you were a part of the national team. Your long hair was neatly tied into a singular Dutch braid with a maroon ribbon.
“I saw in a magazine that she runs for the national team dressed like that too. How indecent!” a few girls whispered down the line from you.
Turning your head, you grinned and they gasped, realizing you heard them. “In fact I do. If I could compete nude, I would. Clothes just slow you down,” you spoke matter of factly. “Too bad our society operates on outdated patriarchal principles intended to suppress women, right?” Giving them a friendly wink, you set yourself up and waited for the signal.
Ready. Set. Go.
You were off in a heart beat and suddenly it was over as you crossed the finish line first. 12.45 seconds. Breathing deeply, you walked it off. You could go faster, but that was plenty to beat them this run. There were only four schools at this meet so according the schedule you had one more go at improving that time. You shook hands with the runners and headed onto the field where one of your team managers handed you a cool towel and water bottle, escorting you across the field to the other side of the track for the 110 meter hurdles.
13.07 seconds. You came in first, but again that was another time you wanted to improve your next go around. You spent the next 30 minutes relaxing and waiting on your turn for your final 100 meter dash, cheering on your teammates and congratulating them on their wins, encouraging them on their losses. It used to feel heavy to you, helping your teammates shoulder their losses, but now it was almost second hand to you.
Your 100 meter dash came and went quickly. You clocked a healthy 11.58 seconds, but you still weren’t satisfied. Your goal for all of your events was the world record and then to crush it. Walking around a bit, you wrapped a jacket around your waist and made your way over to your fan club to distract yourself, personally thanking the small troupe for coming out to support you as always. You chatted with them a bit before moving on to your brother and his teammates.
“Sister, you’re doing great! I’ve never seen you run so fast before,” Tsutomu exclaimed.
“(Y/N) I’m going to join your fan club!” Tendo shouted as he stood proudly holding up the sign he had. Semi grabbed him and pulled him back down to sit, clearly annoyed.
“We’ve never been to a track meet before so your brother and the fan club have been explaining things to us,” Ohira spoke, offering a smile. The other boys gave their compliments and you chatted with them all, sure to give each of them attention. Ushijima was the last to speak to you.
“Are you competing in any other events?” he asked.
“I have to run hurdles one more time then I have two events left.”
“Is it normal to compete in so many categories?”
You laughed lightly and shook your head. “Not really. Most will just focus on one event. I normally run two or three for high school level meets. For the national team I focus on two, but this is a small meet with a low number of competitors so I’m lucky and get to do what I want today.”
“Excuse me. Captain, it’s your turn to vault,” came one of the third year managers.
“Thanks, I’ll be right there.” Turning to Ushijima, you smiled at him. “I’ve got to fly now.”
“Goshiki, what does your sister mean by fly?” you could hear the volleyball captain ask before you were out of earshot.
You tied the tail of your braid up into a knot at the back of your head and secured it before dusting up your hands and testing out your grip on your pole. The schools agreed on 10 feet to be the starting height. Your standard run at pole vault allowed you to clear 12.5 feet easy so this would be child’s play for a little while. Taking a deep breath, you held up your pole and bent your knees slightly before taking off with full commitment. With a thrust and leap of faith you waited for that moment before letting go of your pole, arching yourself gracefully over the bar. A smile spread across your lips as you felt yourself airborne, suspended in air. It was a peaceful moment just before your body impacted on the safety mat.
The rest of the day seemed to speed up. You had a few more runs at pole vault before you had to run your final 110 meter hurdles. Your time barely improved. There was a small break for lunch and then it was back to pole vaulting and then you had the 4 x 100 meter relay. You were the anchor and the rest of your team consisted of the next three fastest runners - two third years and one first year. Meeting with your team briefly, you offered some encouraging words before heading to your respective places, though by the looks of things, the first year still seemed to be in her head about it. Thank goodness she was running the third leg, you could make up for her if needed.
With a bang the race started. You counted the seconds in your head. If they ran at their optimal speeds, you wouldn’t have to look back, but you knew that today wasn’t a perfect day. Glancing back you felt your heart drop as the first year runner stumbled and fell.
“Kitagawa, it’s okay, just get up!” you called out, reaching out to her.
The first year pushed herself up and your brows furrowed as the other teams passed her. As soon as you felt the baton grace your fingers, you took off, gripping tightly as you made up for the mistake. Your face flushed as you stopped breathing for a moment, pushing through the last few steps.
Second place.
Breathing heavily, you let your head fall back as you walked it off, hands on your hips. You could feel your blood pump through your veins and your stomach felt tight. Feeling physically better, you shook hands with the competition before you headed over to your coach, who seemed pissed.
Second place.
“C-Captain, I’m so sorry,” cried Kitigawa, covering her face in horror. “I let us down.”
At seeing everyone’s dejected faces, you smiled faintly, resting one hand on the first year’s head and with the other, pulling her forward in a hug. You let her cry it out.
“Kitagawa, you should remember this feeling. Don’t ever forget it. Always remember how terrible it feels as a reminder to keep working hard so you never have to feel this way again. We did well enough to have one more chance today. That’s one more opportunity for you to prove to us you deserve to be a part of this relay team,” you spoke, your voice gentle yet firm. You spent a few more minutes thanking the third years for running so hard and doing their best, asking them to help their first year teammate overcome her nerves.
You finished up pole vault, just in time to run the final 4 x 100. The last competitor you had to beat made a mistake and knocked over the pole at 18 feet which you cleared, but just barely. You’d forgotten to make sure your braid was secured into a bun and it fell loose, making the pole wobble dangerously. It was a huge sigh of relief when it didn’t fall.
“Kitagawa, are you still nervous about messing up?” you asked her. When she didn’t reply, you set a hand on her shoulder and smiled brightly. “You already did the worst thing possible and we still qualified for the last run today. So no more pressure okay? Just run. You’ll be fine.” With those final words you went to your anchor position and waited.
And go.
Closing your eyes for a moment, you took several deep breaths before looking back. A smile stretched across your face as the pass was made to Kitagawa and she ran as hard as she could, no mistakes this time. As soon as your fingers could feel the metal, you took off, taking and maintaining the lead until the finish. Your relay team quickly ran over, lifting you up briefly in excitement, causing a joyful laugh to escape you. When they set you back down, you handed Kitagawa the relay baton and tapped the tip of your nose gently and sent her a wink, before going off to shake hands with all the runners.
It was 3:30PM and everything was on track for awards to be handed out at 4:30, so you cheered for your school from the stands, standing with the volleyball club and doing your best to get them fully involved. Ushijima was a bit of a hard one to get into the spirit. You made him hold a sign while you stood behind him and waved his arms above his head. Your fellow peers looked at you as though you’d grown another head, but you didn’t care. He was letting you do what you wanted.
Awards weren’t anything too fancy. First, second, and third place winners were called for each event, handed their respective ribbons, and then the winners would bow and thank everyone for coming. As captain, you shook the hands of all the other captains, socializing for a bit before it was finally over and you could shower and get some rest.
Right after you bathed, you collapsed on your bed, exhausted. Your spirit wanted you to go back out there and run, but your body was in charge right now and it was screaming rest.
A groan escaped you as your phone pinged several times. Glancing at the screen, you sighed, smiling. Your brother said the volleyball club wanted to treat you to dinner. You texted back, letting him know you didn’t want to go out, but if the boys brought back take out, you wouldn’t mind hanging out in someone’s dorm. Mere seconds later you got a thumbs up emoji, time, and dorm number.
You dressed in a pair of black knit bicycle shorts, white cropped top, and a cute pair of pink socks with peaches embroidered on the ankles. Slipping on your canvas shoes, you snuck into the boy’s dorm and knocked on the correct door. A boy from your year named Kawanishi opened the door, his expression neutral as expected, he stepped aside and let you in, briefly wishing you congratulations for winning.
“Thank you, Kawanishi.” You smiled brightly and gave a polite bow to him. Slipping your shoes off, you set them out of the way before walking into the dorm room.
Yunohama, another second year you recognized waved you over to where he and your brother sat on a bed. “Hey, (Y/N). Welcome to me and Kawanishi’s dorm. Make yourself at home. You can sit on our beds or wherever you like.”
Tsutomu smiled at you. “We’re going to the club room in a few minutes. They’re setting up right now.”
“Tsu, you made your older sister walk all the way over here? The club building’s in the opposite direction,” you pouted at him.
He sighed. “I’ll carry you, old woman.”
True to his word, your brother gave you a piggyback ride the entire way there, his upperclassmen teasing him the entire way. You only hugged onto your brother more tightly, relaxed. Opening the door to the club room, your eyes lit up and you clasped your hands together. The guys were gathered around a table that had so many different ingredients and there was a large stack of nori and three very large bowls of rice.
“Temaki party!” you cheered, getting off your brother’s back and stepping inside, making sure to leave your shoes out of the way. Your eyes were basically hearts as you looked at it closer.
“Goshiki told us this was your favorite,” Yamagata spoke.
“You’re the best, little brother,” you stated, wearing a truly happy expression he’d seen for the first time in a long time.
“We’re all hungry, just start eating,” he lightly scolded, embarrassed as he shoved a plate in your hands.
You hummed delightfully as you made a plate, everyone else following suit. Sitting down, Ushijima sat on one side while your brother sat on the other. Soon everyone joined and chatted casually while eating. Watching Tsutomu interact with everyone made you happy. You were absolutely proud of him for growing up so well. A hum from beside you stole your attention and you peeked to see Ushijima clumsily rolling his temaki. He stared with slight irritation as his rice and roe fell out the other end, having rolled it like a tube instead of a cone shape.
Leaning over to him, you whispered quietly, “Ushijima, can I make you a temaki please? I want you to try this combination of flavors and see what you think.”
He stared at you quietly for a moment before nodding. Okay, so you lied a little. You weren’t trying to get him to try something new. You knew he was obviously the prideful type and he was struggling so you created an opportunity to show him how to roll the nori. Slowly, you constructed the temaki, aware of how he was watching your hands closely to see how you rolled it together.
Handing him the roll, you smiled. “What do you think?”
“Good,” he replied after taking a bite.
Satisfied, you went back to eating and chatting. You glanced over at Ushijima to see the state of his rolls had greatly improved and he seemed to be enjoying himself a bit more. You smiled and immersed yourself into the conversation, sparking up a game of pin pon pan where Semi was the champ for three straight rounds, much to Tendo’s displeasure.
“Does anyone know how to give a massage?” you asked randomly, biting into your last temaki. The boys looked around at each other before shrugging or shaking their heads.
“Yamagata knows how,” your brother spoke absentmindedly. “He helped me the other day when I hurt my arm.”
“H-Hey, don’t go telling people,” Yamagata huffed. “And that wasn’t a massage, dummy. I only helped you stretch your arm out.”
“Oh, sorry.”
You smiled a bit awkwardly and got to your feet. “Well, I think I should head to bed. I’m feeling stiff and sore. I was so focused on showering after today, I forgot to stretch out and now it hurts all over. Thank you so much for everything today. I’ve had the best day ever. I’ll never forget it. Good night, everyone.”
They bid you good night and everyone slowly got up to clean. You were putting on your shoes when Ushijima approached you. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”
You weren’t going to say no that gesture. The walk was comfortably silent, and very welcomed after a loud and active day. It wasn’t until you reached the building door that he spoke.
“I know how to massage.”
Your brows raised in surprise, slowly relaxing as you thought it over. You didn’t have a roommate and as long as no one saw him, then there wasn’t a problem. Plus, even though you’d just begun to spend more time around him, you observed him enough to know he wasn’t the type to say something he didn’t mean.
Motioning for him to follow, you made it to your dorm without crossing paths with anyone else. Your room was fairly simple, decorated with a few cute knick knacks like snow globes and little plants, photographs, and books. You had a couple of posters on the wall of a boy band and the upcoming Olympics as well as a world map, but that was it. It was clean, cute, and simple.
“Thanks so much, Ushijima, I’m really feeling it all over,” you sighed, a small whine to your voice. “Make yourself at home, okay?” You kicked off your shoes and walked over to your bed as you tied your hair up, plopping face down onto the mattress. You turned your head to the side, watching as he walked over and sat at the edge of your bed. Smiling, you turned your head the opposite way to look at the wall.
Your heart began to race as he swept your hair out of the way. His large hands began to make work at your neck and shoulders. Sweet sighs of content escaped you as he worked, easing your pain. A breathy moan escaped you as his powerful hands reached a particularly sore area below your shoulder blades. A blush rose to your cheeks when you heard yourself. Oh boy. You managed to reel it back and almost fell asleep as he finished up your back and sides.
This quiet time with him gave you a clear moment to think about the gentle giant in your bedroom. It’d been a little over a month since you first spoke to him and started spending more time in his presence. It was normal for you to have lunch with the volleyball team, an unspoken rule that your spot was beside him. He said it was to make sure you actually ate something. You noticed him more around campus and he would actively acknowledge you with a nod. He even invited you to have dinner a few times, sometimes with the team, other times just the two of you. You even went with him on runs through town a few times. As you analyzed these moments with him, you wondered if there was more to it. Only one way to find out.
“Hey senpai...do you like me?” you asked, voice softer than you meant it. But it was silent in your room and you knew he could still hear your question. You felt your eyes begin to water and suddenly felt foolish for opening your mouth. This was definitely one way to ruin something.
“I do,” he replied simply and easily. It was a bit too easily in your opinion.
“Senpai... I mean... Do you like me as more than just friends?” Biting your lip to stop it from trembling, you gripped your comforter tightly.
“I like you, (Y/N).”
You didn’t move, you felt frozen in place. Say something, you idiot. Stop staring at the wall and just say something (Y/N), please.
“I’ll let you rest.”
There was some shuffling and the lights were turned off, then the sound of your door opening and closing.
Shit.
The next day at lunch, you sat outside, climbing up to sit on a tree branch. You were reading another book for Japanese class, Kokoro by Natsume Soseki. Engrossed with the content in your hands, you barely noticed your phone go off. Fumbling with the device, you sighed at seeing 6 messages from your brother wondering if you were joining them for lunch and escalating to the point of asking if you’d been kidnapped. Another ping and your eyes widened as you hastily sent him a reply, telling him he didn’t need to report you missing to the school. You snapped a selfie of yourself in the tree, smiling and holding up a peace sign, and sent it to him, adding that you were just eating outside. His response was an angry emoji making you laugh.
Closing your eyes, you sighed and enjoyed the breeze and shade of the tree. It almost made you forget you were at school. You watched as a bird landed at the end of the branch you sat on. Staying silent, you wondered what kinds of things it’d seen in its life.
“Ushijima,” a female voice called out, making the bird take flight.
You pouted and looked around, noticing between the leaves and branches a girl running up to the said man. Your face lit up. He was silent as he turned to faced her.
“I saw you at the track meet yesterday cheering for Goshiki’s sister,” she started. How curious to bring you up. “I wanted to know if you’d come to my tennis match to cheer me on.”
“Will Goshiki’s sister be there?” You placed a hand over your mouth and your eyebrows raised at his question. Shifting, you reached for another branch and leaned forward, trying to listen better. As the wind pass through, it it was harder to hear over the rustle of leaves.
“No. Why would she be there?”
“I won’t be attending.”
“Oh... Sorry for bothering you.”
You grimaced as you felt yourself slip - your book and hardly eaten sandwich falling onto the ground below you - and now you were awkwardly clinging to one branch with your legs and had your hands pressed against another branch that was too thick for you get a firm hold of, desperately trying not to fall. A loud gasp and squeal escaped you, eyes shutting tight, as your arms gave out from supporting the odd angle your body was in and you hung upside down, desperately trying to hold your skirt in place. This was definitely not the day to be wearing sheer panties.
“(Y/N). What are you doing?”
Oh hell.
You smiled and let out an uncomfortable laugh. “I slipped.”
“I see.”
Opening your eyes, you gasped at how close your faces were. If he were to just stand on his tip toes you were sure that- You bit your lip, not even entertaining finishing that thought.
“Do you... think you could help me down? I think I’m going to fall,” you confessed.
He nodded and walked around to stand behind you, reaching up to hold your waist. Tilting your head back, you let your skirt drop as you reached back for his shoulders, holding tightly as your legs let go. You felt your heart skip as he held you up seemingly without effort, and your mind was conflicted in whether you wanted him to put you down or not. He carefully set you down, but his hands lingered at your sides, as did your own on his shoulders.
As you stared into his dark olive eyes, you felt yourself break and there was no way to stop the flood of words that escaped you. “Ushijima, I have feelings for you. I want to have meals with you, and train with you. I want to talk to you all the time, in person, on the phone... I want to know what’s on your mind, no matter what it is. To touch you freely and be touched by you. And I want to support you at your games, and it’s selfish, but I want you to support me at mine and only mine. I want you to smile because of me. I want to know you.”
“I also want you to smile because of me,” his voice was quiet, but with conviction. “I accept your feelings.” He pulled you forward, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You buried your face into his chest and held onto his uniform jacket, relieved.
#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu#vollyeboy#shiratorizawa#reader insert#fanfic#imagine#my senpai
97 notes
·
View notes
Text
SF9 reaction | receiving nudes during dance practice (M)
warnings: sexual suggestiveness
~ requested ~
Youngbin
He just wants to take a little break from his chaotic children to drink some water, when he decides to check his phone and sees your message. Thinking nothing of it, he opens the attached image - and almost spits out his water. Making sure the others aren’t looking at him or his phone, he does another double take and quickly texts you back, letting you know that he can’t wait to see you later. He tries to end their dance practice as early as possible this night.
Inseong
During a short break from practice, he gets out his phone to send you a snap of Dawon doing one of his iconic Taeyang impressions. When he sees your risky picture instead, he almost drops his phone and just barely manages to stifle his squeal. He takes a few deep breaths before jokingly texting you that his old heart is too weak for such surprises and that he would appreciate a little warning next time. He is strangely preoccupied for the rest of the practice, continuing to mess up the choreo.
Jaeyoon
As soon as he receives and opens your picture, Jaeyoon - being the tease that he is - quickly excuses himself from the practice room to go to the bathroom. He’s more than smug about receiving such a beautiful picture from his s/o and wants to compensate you for it - so he sends you a picture of his nicely toned abs back, sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips, reassuring you that he’s going to take good care of you tonight.
Dawon
When he sees your picture, he can’t really hide his smile. Mumbling something about getting a banana for a snack and reassuring Youngbin that he’ll be back in a second, he basically flees the practice room and begins to send you various texts mostly consisting of ‘???’ and ‘!!!’ - until he sends you an over-dramatic selfie of one of his infamous meme faces, asking you to be ready for his payback tonight.
Zuho
He tries to keep a poker face and fails miserably. When Inseong asks if everything is alright, he just nods and clutches the phone even harder in his hand, not really knowing how to react. Finally - just before practice continues - he texts you back and lets you know that he a) very much appreciates the picture but that he would b) like for you to not send him something like that again while he’s surrounded by his members. Dancing with a semi is something he doesn’t want to experience again.
Rowoon
His eyes widen and he immediately blushes and covers his mouth to hide his embarrassed yet excited giggle, quickly pretending to have a coughing fit. Turning around so the others can’t see him texting you, he just sends various emojis back, not being able to form a coherent sentence. You know what he wants to say nevertheless - and decide to surprise him with your new lingerie set later that night.
Taeyang
He’s a flustered mess and barely manages to keep himself from flinging his phone across the practice room. Pushing his hair back, biting his lip, he looks down at is phone and the picture again, fingers hovering just above the keyboard. He wants to think of something clever to text back - but fails miserably, his mind pretty much empty of any coherent thoughts. Finally, he replies with a ‘I can’t wait to touch you tonight, princess’, hoping he can leave practice early this night and make good on his promise.
Hwiyoung
He stares at the picture, an almost stoic expression on his face. He only snaps out of it, when Rowoon leans towards him to check what’s making him freeze like this. He quickly shuts off his phone and smiles somewhat embarrassedly, the tips of his ears turning red. You begin to worry when you don’t get a reply from him - but late at night, there’s a sudden knock on your door, a worked up Hwiyoung standing in front of it and immediately making sure you know just how much he actually appreciated your picture.
Chani
✔ seen at 5.35pm
(I’m kidding)
You’re one of the only people Chani actually always texts back, as it’s often difficult to see each other thanks to his busy and crazy schedule. So, when he checks his phone during dance practice and sees your picture, you immediately receive a text back. He apologizes for not being able to come over later that night, but reassures you that you’ll see him as soon as possible - and that he can’t wait to see you again and take care of you.
[masterlist] | [requests]
#SF9#SF9 reaction#fantasylibrary#SF9 fanfic#SF9 scenario#SF9 imagine#SF9 fanfiction#Youngbin reaction#Inseong reaction#Jaeyoon reaction#Dawon reaction#Zuho reaction#Rowoon reaction#Taeyang reaction#Hwiyoung reaction#Chani reaction#SF9 x reader#SF9 reactions#Youngbin fanfic#Inseong fanfic#Jaeyoon fanfic#Dawon fanfic#Zuho fanfic#Rowoon fanfic#Taeyang fanfic#Hwiyoung fanfic#Chani fanfic
140 notes
·
View notes
Text
~Pivitol~
[As Promised, here is the first chapter of the Overhaul Fanfic I was supposed to be working on once a week. I hope I can do a good enough job. I haven’t written a fanfic since my Wattpad days. I still get notifications from my Ticci Toby x Clockwork book XD]
Summary: The move to the city has been hectic so far. You’re new here and feeling very much alone, but you aren’t scared! People around here seem to be fairly nice to you, yet there were still mysterious people lurking here and there. So what do you think happens when you go get laundry done a block away? It can either be good or bad, but it will never be boring!
Chapter: 1
Warnings: None
“Thank you!” You cheerfully waved at the moving men when they left the last of your furniture in the living room. They were off to the next objective and you were free to unpack and unwind to enjoy your new city life. The move has been hectic you agree, but the overwhelming feeling of starting life anew was welcoming and overtly optimistic. You smiled to yourself as you sat on the plushy carpet of the living room and sifted through a box labelled ‘wall art’. Sure you were jumping ahead by trying to decorate before unpacking everything, but you just couldn’t wait to make the new apartment feel homier. Suddenly you heard a soft knocking at the door. You opened it and looked down to see a VERY short elderly woman holding a small present while a small dog was leashed next to her side. “Good evening dear. I’m the landlord at this establishment and I just wanted to take the time to give you the old welcome chat that I’ve given to all of my tenants since I started in this business. My name is Mrs. Yumine. You may call me Ms. Yumi for short. This here is my furry baby Fitch.” She said as she pointed at the cute dog next to her. “Here, these are for you dear.” She reached up and handed you the box with her short arms. You smiled and gently took the box, opening it to reveal fresh baked cookies. “Thank you so much Ms. Yumi! Also, thank you for allowing me to take up residence at this apartment complex. I have the feeling that I’m going to like living here!” You said cheerfully. The elderly woman smiled widely, her wrinkles pulling to show the cheerfulness of her face over time. “My dear if you need anything then please come see me on the first floor in apartment #6. If you can’t see me for whatever reason then please call me at either number I’ve written on the bottom of that box. Have a good evening!” You nodded and went to put the box away once the landlord had left to finish walking her pup. Eventually all your hard work paid off and you were almost finished unpacking/moving things around. You had all of the essentials unpacked save for a few items amongst the unnecessary. The only issue now was:
1.) What are you going to have for dinner
2.) What are you going to wear to bed? (unless you sleep in the nude, to which this isn’t a problem)
You sighed and looked over at the stack of dirty clothes you didn’t wash before moving here. Unfortunately you looked around and realized the apartment had no washer or dryer hookup. After some quick searching on your phone However, you were able to locate a laundromat just a block away from the apartment. “Score!” You quickly got up from your lounging spot on the couch and gathered the clothes into a basket. You made space for detergent and grabbed the keys to lock the apartment behind yourself. Walking just down the block, you managed to make it to the laundromat in just fine condition. With this section of the city being as large as it was, the crime here was moderate rather than slim. Yet you still moved here due to job opportunity. You smiled to yourself at the near empty laundromat. It was becoming evening time very soon, and eventually it would shift into night by the time you finished washing and drying your clothes. The crowd here was barren due to the time of day. It was just you, a busy mother of 2 folding her laundry by a table, and an old man snoozing in the chairs by the large window. You began to load clothing into the washer when suddenly you heard the ding of the door opening. You looked up and saw 3 rather handsome men standing empty handed as they entered. One on the right had odd silver hair in the shape of arrows that framed his handsome face ever so delicately. His eyes thin and focused, his jawline carved by God himself. Although he was dressed in a simple white hoodie, he could’ve easily passed as a model. The man on the left had a more refined look to him. His hair was a short blonde combed neatly upon his head. His glasses adorned his rather slender face perfectly. He was dressed semi casual with a tie and everything. He was the type of man you’d see in a bank somewhere. Finally your attention turned to the man in the middle. His hair was a cropped, darkened chestnut/auburn color. Three golden piercings attached to one of his ears, and a simple black medical mask covered the lower half of his face. His outfit was semi casual while formal at the same time. He wore a clack suit jacket with a dark grey button up underneath, unbuttoned at the top just a bit. There was no tie, and the slacks fit his lower form perfectly, showing off the very slightly thickened thighs.
Perhaps the most entrancing thing about his appearance was his piercing golden eyes and his long lower eyelashes.
Their eyes began scanning the scene, and when the man in the middle locked eyes with you then you quickly turned your attention to the laundry in front of you. His stare was burning into you, and you felt as if you were being watched since he looked at you. You nervously shifted eyes to the busy mother and noticed how she discreetly pushed her children behind her back. She then quickly proceeded to fold all of her laundry and rush out the door past the men. By now the elderly man had woken up from the sound of his washing machine beeping to signal his clothes were complete. He noticed the 3 men by the door and quickly gathered his wet clothes, tossing them into the nearest dryer, paying the change, and moving to sit on the other end of the laundromat. Apparently these men carried an aura to them that you just couldn’t put your hands on. Still, you were here to do your laundry, so you decided not to focus too hard on them...no matter how handsome and shady they may have seemed. You settled your clothing into the washing machine and inserted the change. Then you went to sit at the window where the old man originally sat. You glanced at him from the other end of the laundromat and his eyes held a certain shock or fear. Perhaps it was remorse, or maybe a warning. It was as if he was mentally trying to tell you to leave, or to sit over by him instead of being near the men. You ignored the ominous message and pulled your phone out to scroll through the notifications. You couldn’t help but to overhear some of the conversation they began to engage in.
“I shouldn’t have to be in such a filthy area such as this. How does this pertain to the deal in any way, Kurono?” The golden eyed man asked the arrow hair. “I don’t know, but Hojo spoke of the rival gang being not too far from here. This is a good spot because it’s not expected. Just in case negotiations break down and-”
“Shhh...I think we’re being monitored.” The glasses guy spoke to Kurono. The 3 men looked over their shoulder at you but you kept your eyes to the screen. “C’mon Nemouto, she/he/they aren’t even paying attention to us. Anyway, the deal shouldn’t take too long Overhaul.” Kurono then spoke to the golden eyed man...Overhaul. Suddenly his phone rang. He answered it, mumbling something lowly and then hung up. “Boss you stay here. Me and Nemouto are going to handle the exchange.” Then Kurono and Nemouto left the laundromat, leaving Overhaul to stand there rather awkwardly (yet still calm at the same time). After a while, you began to feel that feeling of being watched carrying on far too long. You peeked up and saw him standing closer, staring down at you intently. “Uh...hello?” You chuckled nervously. You were met with intense silence for a moment. As soon as you were about to look at your phone again, you heard him utter a small ‘hello’. You offered him a seat next to you but he hesitated at first. Ultimately he decided to have a seat, leaving an empty chair between you two for space you presumed. He also hadn’t sat until he took out a wipe and cleaned the empty seat. Then he sat down. “Pardon my curiosity for a moment, but you seem like a new face around here..” He started small talk with you. “Oh yeah, I just moved here actually! I heard there were good job opportunities here that didn’t really heavily center on the usage of quirks. Job hunting seems harder these days when you’re qurikless.” His eyebrow raised at your words. You successfully peaked his interests. “Oh, quirkless? How rare in this society. What is your name if you don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s Y/N...Y/N L/N. What about you?” You reached out to shake his hand. He stared at your hand and looked back up at you. “You may call me Overhaul. Oh, I don’t shake hands. Too much risk involved with bacteria and such.” He said shortly. “Ah, sorry. I guess I should’ve assumed that since you’re wearing those gloves and all.” Suddenly the washer went off to signal your clothing completing it’s cycle. You excused yourself and went to load the clothes into the dryer. The issue arose when you dropped a quarter and it rolled under the machines. “Oh no! Aw man!” You sighed in defeat. You were mentally preparing for your walk back to the apartment to retrieve a quarter when you heard a clinking sound and the dryer starting up. You looked up and saw Overhaul standing there. “Thank you so much! Ugh, I’m such an idiot for bringing exact change with me. I should’ve been prepared.” You bullied yourself a bit. “it’s alright. There’s nothing wrong with being precise most of the time. Your problem just now wasn’t that you brought exact change, but the fact that you clumsily dropped it.” You laughed at his seriousness and he tilted his head. “Was something I said funny?”
“No, it’s just that you seem like the type of person to lead a group of people less serious than you are.”
“You have no idea...” He sighed and you giggled at him. Before you knew it, the men returned to retrieve him and your clothes were down drying. “Goodbye Y/N. I do hope there’s a chance we can meet again soon enough.” He bid you farewell as you folded your dry clothing. For some reason, he left your heart afloat and curiosity coupled with the need to chat with him some more had overtaken you.
“Overhaul...”
»—————————–———————————————————–✄
TIp Jar: https://cash.app/$YuTakeyama
#pivitol#kai chisaki#chisaki kai#overhaul#my hero academia overhaul#bnha overhaul#mha overhaul#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#overhaul x reader#fanfic#pivotal
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
in too deep (epilogue) - jules
jules x reader
warnings: a nearly imperceptible amount of angst which is completely overshadowed by the CAVITY INDUCING FLUFF (but also a teeny bit of sexual content bc my fingers slipped hehe)
word count: 1,766
notes: I COULDN’T POSSIBLY END THIS WITH A SEMI-FLUFFY ENDING WHEN THERE IS A WAY I CAN MAKE IT EVEN FLUFFIER DO YOU KNOW ME AT ALL???
********************
you kept running.
you ran and you ran and you ran until your legs wouldn’t carry you anymore. but they always seemed to be two steps ahead of you. each time you thought you got farther and farther away, they were right in front of you with a new weapon to torture you with.
you rounded the corner of the seemingly endless corridor, there he was, a cleaver in hand. you fled down a flight of steps only to be met face to face with her wielding a fireman’s ax.
you heard loud, booming gunshots from every direction except for the one you were headed, so you continued on. you spotted sweetiepie at the end of the hallway, quietly sobbing to herself.
“hey, are you okay?” you approached the girl slowly. she went eerily silent as she looked up to you and began chanting.
“help me, help me, help me!” she cried out, reaching her arms out to you. you lunged forth to grab her, only to be yanked to the floor by a chain around your ankle. sweetiepie let out a piercing scream, looking at you in betrayal.
“you said you’d help,” she sniffled. “you promised.” suddenly she fell through the floor, disappearing into total darkness.
heaving sobs wracked through your body. you curled up into a ball on the cold floor, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shook. “why couldn’t i help her? it was m-my fault, it was a-all my fault, all my f-fault,” you whimpered.
“hey!” jules exclaimed, giggling when you jolted awake. “sorry, you were tossing and turning a bunch. have any good dreams?”
you sat up and pulled her into a kiss without any hesitation. her hands threaded into your hair, the ring on her finger glistening as sunlight streamed through the windows.
“only you, my love,” you grinned, telling a small white lie as to not ruin the mood. you moved to kiss her neck, but you were interrupted by sara bursting through the bedroom door. “well, well, well, look who it is!”
the two of you could’ve kept the name sweetiepie, but you all collectively decided to distance yourself from anything that had to do with the psychotic couple who had taken you hostage. instead, you chose sara, a name that invoked strength and positivity.
she smiled and climbed up onto the bed, forcing her way between you and jules so she could lay comfortably in your arms. jules gasped in mock offense. “hey! you trying to steal my wife?”
“nope, i’m trying to steal my mom!” sara’s laughs turned into giggles as jules’ fingers dug into her sides.
“not on my watch!” jules growled playfully, scooping her daughter up and off of the mattress. “come on, mama, let’s make some breakfast,”
you followed her into the kitchen where she was already instructing sara how to crack an egg. “now be careful, you don���t wanna get any of that shell in there, or else it’s gonna be pointy,” you watched on in admiration as she cracked it into the bowl flawlessly.
“there you go, sweetheart!” you gave her a high five. “you’ll be out-cooking us in no time.”
the three of you finished cooking the bacon and eggs, sitting outside on the porch to eat. you realized just how much you loved where you lived as you gazed out into the vast expanse of the ocean.
jules noticed you staring and scooted her chair closer so she could wrap an arm around you. “how ‘bout a beach day today, huh girls?”
“yaaay!” sara squealed. “i’m gonna go get my swimsuit and toys!” she ran over to the door, skidding to a stop and running back to grab her dishes before heading inside.
jules chuckled at her excitement before turning to you. “what’s goin’ on up there, girly?” she prompted softly.
you sighed, deep in thought before you responded. “i don’t know, its just - don’t get me wrong, i’m happy and all, but i just don’t feel i deserve all this. part of me died in that house and i guess i just wonder why i moved on,” you bit your tongue, trying to hold the tears back. “why do i deserve a family life when i’ve done so little? i’m not worthy of you, i’m not worthy of any o-”
she cut you off with her lips. “i don’t wanna hear any of that. you’re worthy of the world, sweetheart, and i want you to realize that. you know they say you get back what you’ve put out into the world, and what i see is a beautiful woman who’d risk life and limb to protect her family.” she threaded her fingers through yours. “and i know that’s true because that’s the woman i married.”
“i want you to tell me whenever you feel like this, just so i can tell the demon that lives in your head how wrong they are.” she reached over and wiped the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. “no more crying, alright, babe? it’s beach day! no tears on beach day!”
her contagious happiness caused a smile to bloom on your face. you laughed through a cry, standing up from your seat to pull her into a hug. “i love you. so much.”
“i love you more, baby.” she grinned.
———————————————
you busied yourself unfolding a few chairs and and finding a good spot to dig the umbrella into the sand while jules rubbed sunscreen onto sara.
“remember sweetheart, no swimming without your mommies, okay?” jules reminded her. sara nodded, running down to the edge of the beach to make a sandcastle for her horse doll.
you reached every spot on your body until it came to your back. “julie, can you get my back?” you felt her presence behind you, the slick sound of sunscreen between her hands filling your ears.
you felt her warm palms smooth the substance across your skin, kneading in between your shoulder blades as she moved along. you relaxed against her chest as her hands migrated to the cups of your swimsuit, massaging your breasts through the thin material.
“you know, there’s no one else nearby,” she murmured, sucking on the patch of skin underneath your ear which caused you to go even more pliant in her hands. “what do you say we turn this into a nude beach?”
“more,” you moaned, keening into her grasp. she grinned wolfishly, but her plans were quickly thwarted when -
“mommy!” sara shouted, quickly sobering the both of you up. a look of confusion crossed her face as she watched the two of you pull apart.
“what’s up, hon?” jules swiftly answered, pulling her sunglasses down to her nose.
“can you come swim with me, please?” she asked politely. the two of you nodded, getting up from the lounge chair.
you turned towards her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. “can i get a rain check on that?” you giggled.
“oh absolutely, baby.” you gasped as she picked you up, running down to the shoreline with you in her arms. “mom’s really eager to join you, sweetheart!”
she waded in about ankle deep before tossing you into the waves. you resurfaced with a deep breath, gaping while your girls laughed at you. “holy sh-shit, it’s freezing in here!”
“here, i’ll warm you up!” jules giggled as she tackled you into shallow water. you shrieked and laughed as the two of you splashed around in the water.
the three of you stayed on the beach until the sun began to set. sara had moved onto the sand, searching through the grains to find pretty shells. just as you and jules had begun to pack up your belongings, a golf cart slowed to a stop behind you.
a tall man exited the vehicle, clad in red swim trunks, sunglasses on top of his head, and a t-shirt that said ‘lifeguard’ on it. “excuse me, ladies, it’s starting to get dark out, d’you need a ride home?”
you were apprehensive to trust another man for fear of evil intentions, but jules seemed to see a certain kindness in his eyes. “sure, we’re just about finished packing up.”
“oh, i can help with that,” he offered, helping to dismantle the beach umbrella. sara had put away all her toys and we were helping the man load all of our things into the back of the cart.
“thank you...” you trailed off, hoping to learn his name as you extended your hand out to him.
“mickey.” he smiled as he shook your hand. “and it’s nothing, i help folks out like this all the time, it’s kind of in the job description.”
you sat in the back of the cart with sara while jules sat in the passenger seat, making small talk with mickey. from what you gathered, he seemed really sweet, and he lived in a small apartment in the seaside town with his doberman, max.
the ride was brief, but the swimming had apparently tired sara out enough for her to fall asleep on your shoulder. when you pulled up to your house, you pulled sara into your arms to carry her inside.
“it was nice to meet you, mickey. i hope we see you again sometime.” jules smiled at the man. mickey gasped, pulling out a pen and a notepad from his pocket.
“here, i’ll give you guys my number so it’s not left up to chance,” he mumbled with the cap in his mouth as he scribbled out his phone number.
you said your goodbyes to the lifeguard as he hopped back into the golf cart to return it to the beach. you headed inside, showering of the salt and sand of the day before heading to bed.
you curled up next to your wife, inhaling the scent of her body wash. she soothingly ran her fingers through your drying strands of hair. “do you remember what i said earlier about getting back what you put into the world?” you nodded. “well, look at what you got today. you spent the day with your wife and daughter and nothing went wrong. that’s because you’ve only put positivity out into the world, so that’s what you get in return.”
she shifted so she could look at you. “in my professional opinion, you deserve the world, and you have nothing to be worried about, alright, love?”
tears of joy threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you held them back. she pulled you in for a kiss and you melted against her embrace. “i love you, julie.”
“i know.”
******************************
YAAAYY HAPPY ENDING!!
also you know i had to write mickey into this story somehow you KNOW i had to do it and i just so happened to be presented with the perfect opportunity for lifeguard!mickey and there was no WAY i could pass that up
but this is the true end to this story and i had so much fun writing it 🥺
tags: @emmyrosee @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass @phantomnae @flowers-in-your-hayr
#i loved this so much#jules#jules x reader#jules imagine#jules oneshot#jules fic#jules fanfic#jules fanfiction#jules fluff#jules smut#jules villains#villains#villains 2019#my writing
23 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mercilessly Judging the Men of Fòdlan: The Kingdom
It’s been a long time coming, over eight months in fact, but now that it may be assumed that the last of the DLC has been released and the fandom as a whole has settled comfortably into its various camps I think there’s no better time than now to answer that burning question: how raunchily, outrageously gay can the male cast of Three Houses possibly be? For those unfamiliar with this fun little series of mine, I’ve been applying my extensive knowledge and experience of gay male sex and hookup culture to the men of Fire Emblem, originally as a way of reckoning with the refusal of the games themselves to provide me with any worthwhile self-insert M/M content. I stand by that premise for FE16 - you all know how absolutely nothing appeals to me about m!Byleth or his prospects on that score - but in the years since my first outing of merciless judgment with Awakening that idea has expanded into something broader, an imaginative modern AU of sorts where all these guys are into men (if not always exclusively) and willing to put themselves out there in the lewd and semi-anonymous world of hookup apps in search of their preferred carnal delights.
A note on organization before we begin, as this material is too long to cram into one post. Excluding Byleth (as Avatars and their spawn always are for this project) there are twenty-one playable male characters in Three Houses. This makes for an even threeway division to preserve the eponymous conceit of the game, but not a particularly neat one. Aligned with the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus I therefore have below the male Lions, Kingdom knight and Azure Moon-exclusive Gilbert, and Faerghus-based underworld kingpin Yuri. As with all things concerning M/M outside of Byleth and his awkward S rank monologues, the Lions have it the most clear-cut.
The Empire
The Alliance
Dimitri
It’s rare that you can get a feeling for someone’s whole life story entirely from watching their presence in hookup spaces over time, but he’s an exception. Once a sweet, wide-eyed collegiate who looked eager to get dicked down by any reasonably polite and attractive top/vers, hard years have turned him grim and sad and just barely put together enough to be presentable for a clothed face pic, much less anything more revealing...and still eager to get dicked down. He’s been dealing with a lot lately, and even though he’s still game for a quickie from time to time (especially with muscle guys, a shallow weakness of his he’d blush to admit to out loud) a single roll in the sheets isn’t going to make him emotionally available. Apparently he’s already well-covered on that front as it is; with his charisma and open-minded way of looking at the world he’s made many friends and fuck buddies and companions who seem half like boyfriends and half like something indescribably beyond that, and a new trick would be hard-pressed to compete with that and likely wouldn’t want to if it means engaging with his demons. Still an enviable hookup partner though, with a full pert ass and a whole assortment of friends who love to play with him and anyone else who lands an invitation to his bed. His cock has left many a bottom drooling, but unfortunately he’s haunted by the memory of the time when he went too hard and nearly caused a medical emergency. Now he just takes it and doesn’t even let anyone ride him, but there are just as many men who aren’t complaining about that in the slightest. Has a very high chance of winding up in a tender and fulfilling poly marriage that’s still open on all sides - he’s got a lot of hot, sweaty love to give.
Favored erotic tea time subjects: body worship, muscle bears, group sex
Favored gift: a body pillow, on the infrequent occasions where he has to sleep alone with no one to cuddle
Dedue
One of those shy larger men who will never initiate conversation, because he’s been blown off one too many times for shallow reasons and isn’t expecting that to ever change. It doesn’t bother him greatly though, because as his profile states he’s in a relationship and he and his partner only play together so unless you’re only looking for friends - not impossible, as he’s got quite the array of engaging hobbies on display in his pics - you’ll have to accept that this bear has a cub...or something like that anyway. Bad at small talk and even a little embarrassed to talk about his expertise in the kitchen or the garden, it’s a completely different story when the lights are off where he’ll give cocky power bottoms and scoffing total tops exactly what they deserve. Sub bottoms on the other hand bring out his softer, cuddly side, and he’s more likely to be using his considerable weight to lovingly press them into the mattress as he opens them up with his tongue and eventually his dick. Is utterly devoted to his partner but enjoys watching him playing around with third parties, even if he’s almost never allowed to sit on the sidelines for the entire night. To the shock of everyone he’s actually a total vers, even if he leaves most tops stammering excuses and bending over for him anyway. He’s usually polite enough to stick to oral in those cases. He’ll never be the most sociable man, but he’s a real catch regardless in every other aspect and is no doubt looking forward to his inevitable wedding and only sometimes X-rated married life. Still fondly recalls the first time someone introduced him to the idea of sex while cooking, and now he takes it as a challenge (only when he’s cooking just for himself and his sexual partners, of course; he doesn’t want to be unsanitary).
Favored erotic tea time subjects: twunks, voyeurism, cum swapping
Favored gift: a chef’s apron short enough to let his junk hang free
Felix
Has a biting retort for every unsolicited nude and “looking?” ever sent to him, and he gets a lot of both when his pic is just enticing enough and his profile is full of enough acerbic wit to provoke the kinds of guys who actually read those things. Claims he’s vers, gets pissed whenever anyone tells him that’s just code for bottom, gets even more pissed after hookups when his partner points out that that’s totally true in his case. Prefers oral to conversation, both giving and getting, and he’s got a remarkable talent for handjobs that surprisingly doesn’t seem to be born from excessive masturbation. Not so great with fetishes - he punched the first guy to pull his hair while he was giving head, and passes made at him during his workouts leave him more annoyed at the interruption than aroused. Disarmed by anything too soft and cutesy so he’s not great with fems, but it’s unclear if this has anything to do with his lingering daddy issues that he’s not working out in the bedroom because they’re (probably) not like that. Not sentimental at all, but he’s probably got that one longtime slow burn affair he doesn’t bring up with his tricks. If anything ever comes of that he’ll vanish immediately from the app space, but until then he’s up for a 69 followed by a good long pounding - much longer than you’d expect from someone of his frame. Good thing too, because he loves making his partners cut loose and give it to him raw and hard.
Favored erotic tea time subjects: “straight” guys, dildos, pig sluts
Favored gift: high-quality lube. and lots of it
Ashe
Everyone’s BFF, sweet and affable and able to bounce from friend group to friend group even without always having to take his clothes off. Usually finds himself as the token twink surrounded by men who are very much not that, because they value his friendship and reliability (and also his ass, as expected). Did not have the best home life and has probably had to do a few shady things to get by, but with all that mostly behind him anyone would be happy to date him or even just to take a walk with him, as he’s quite outdoorsy when he’s not taking care of relatives or less responsible friends. A bottom by expectation because there’s not much else one can infer when he shows up to bars and house parties alike in the company of guys twice his size who aren’t shy about being casually handsy with him. Still, has learned to be quite deft when the need arises and knows how to stimulate on multiple fronts, whether for one partner or several. His weakness for muscles is genuine too, and he loves a firm chest as much as taking some guy’s thick meat. Paradoxically doesn’t have a lot of patience for dumb jocks, but since he knows just about everyone worth knowing (and sleeping with) in his area and works the freckled fresh-faced young cutie angle with an artlessness that surprises some of his less gifted peers he’s bound to wind up in a comfortable relationship of some kind or another. Prefers to have sex with the lights on, and if given the option will cuddle for a long time afterward to avoid turning them off. His ass has freckles too, but he rolls his eyes when he gets asked that.
Favored erotic tea time subjects: gym sex, spit roasting, breaking in new bottoms
Favored gift: a sensible jockstrap, for workouts and for dates
Sylvain
Everyone you know has slept with him, but almost never more than once. You might have even met him in person long before you encounter his minimalist profile with its headless abs pic hitting you up with a shot of his erection measured against a beer can followed by an address. Gets a lot of action on that pic alone, but repeats are few and far between when he pulls out his phone right after pulling out of his guy of the hour and starts browsing through what’s on offer again and slow jerking. Not a big fan of FWBs met through hookups since he always feels like they’re being too clingy even if they just happened to get horny for him again a few weeks later. Does not like to talk, especially about his family, and he almost never extends an invitation to spend the night. Still, as callous as he is that cock is impressive and he knows how to put it to work. Good with his mouth too, and true to his cultivated total top persona he’d sooner rim than blow. He’s also successful and likeable enough in his personal life to have buddies who’ll play around with him, and he might even have some kind of nebulous long term thing going with one or two of them that they strictly don’t discuss. Bottoms only as a challenge, but he’s not great at it and doesn’t have the stamina to last very long while riding. Is on PreP and uses condoms religiously so he’s got that going for him, but testing after sex with him is still recommended because there’s really no telling how many other holes he’s filled that week. Likes twinks and twunks, but loudly refuses to ever be a sugar daddy no matter how desperate he might get in his later years assuming he doesn’t die of untreated syphilis or something equally appropriate and ridiculous.
Favored erotic tea time subjects: marathon fucking, double penetration, open relationships
Favored gift: a fleshlight molded into the shape of his favorite fuck buddy’s hole, for sentimentality
Gilbert
His pics are neither very current nor very flattering, and he doesn’t excel at small talk although he’s evidently been around long enough to know how to get an open-minded hookup over to his place from time to time. Encounters are fast and fumbling and drawn out more by his waning libido than anything else, and half the time he’ll settle for watching a guy play with himself in front of him while he makes an effort to get into it. It would be inaccurate to say that he’s not a romantic man; rather, it’s as though all his passion has been left behind in a difficult former life that he only reveals some of in long wistful moments over multiple encounters. Doesn’t get many repeats however on account of the lackluster performances, and also because his stubbornness bordering on self-righteousness about certain topics becomes very grating very quickly. Based on the stories he tells and the few pictures he has to show he was quite a catch in his earlier days, but circumstances and being closeted until much later in life kept him from exploring as much as he wanted. Has the potential to end up in a loving if not particularly sexual relationship with someone provided they’re extremely patient as he works through and/or learns to set aside his numerous hangups. There are worse fates...but never, ever call him daddy. It brings up a lot of bad memories, plus he just thinks it’s weird. Kink is something he left behind decades ago when he resigned himself to the knowledge that he wasn’t going to be getting much vanilla action, much less anything more exotic.
Favored erotic tea time subjects: mutual masturbation, actual straight guys, spooning
Favored gift: the balls to get some closure
Yuri
A consummate professional, albeit one whose marketing strategy carefully conceals that fact and also leaves no room for the kind of casual bigotry that flourishes on hookup apps - having a problem with “no fems” is expected from the build and the guyliner, but he’s all for equal opportunity sex even on top of that. Accustomed to the usual array of lonely and horny men who hit him up for pics and dirty chat and the occasional good time, and skilled enough in a variety of roles to perform whatever’s being asked of him. It’s not entirely clear where his own tastes lie; even the muscled closet cases who show up in his messages on the DL don’t seem to do all that much for him if they’re not paying. A former career in the arts has left him with an entertainer’s flair for pleasuring his clients both in and out of the bedroom along with an eclectic skill set that always finds a way to get put to work during sex. He can grind his hips, swirl his tongue, arch his back, and moan in the just the right ways to drive his partners wild, and all that experience also lends itself to his ability to patiently tutor even the clumsiest of lovers into something resembling competence, enough for them to get off if not himself. Bottoms more often than he tops, but he’s vers enough in skill and in preference to pivot when necessary and will probably have little trouble keeping this gig of his going later in life as well. He may not ever end in a proper relationship, but he’ll still do well for himself in an unorthodox way in keeping with the curiously world-weary optimism he sometimes espouses during pillow talk with guys who actually interest him enough for conversation.
Favored erotic tea time subjects: flip fucking, big top/small bottom, religious kink
Favored gift: creative restraints, for when he’s feeling acrobatic
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
Among Us Writing Anyone??
It’s been three days since we left MIRA HQ, each of the crew doing their part to repair any damages to the ship, or, as it’s officially called by White, The SKLED. To be frank, the ship is rather small, mainly consisting of eight different areas that anyone can travel through with ease, the maximum time it takes to get from navigation to reactor is about three minutes when walking and the tasks on the ship are mostly basic material that I was already briefed on by Cyan (otherwise known as Mother). Which leaves one question stirring in my head, How do I medbay scan again? Peering around in a lost manner, I try to spot my partner Black (otherwise know as X). Why is it that he always disappears when I need him mo-oh! Out of the corner of my eye, I briefly catch the sight of the security camera’s light flashing red. He must be in security! Trotting down the hall towards upper engine, I spot Blue walking around by himself. Wasn’t he with Mother earlier? I thought with confusion, but quickly brush it off. She must have left to do a task. I conclude as I continue to trot towards security.
“Ah, Red, where are you going?” Blue asks suddenly, catching me by my elbow as I walk past him.
“I’m on my way to security to ask Black how to do the medbay scan!” I chirp back in response, noticing how he bites his nude-pink lower lip, “Is something wrong Blue?”
He blinks at my question, “Ah, no, everything is fine! How about I help you with medbay instead since I’m heading there myself.”
“Oh, you are? That sounds great, thank you for helping me Blue!” I cheer, following him like a lost puppy.
“My name is Ein, in case you were wondering,” he says shyly, a light shade of red dusting his redwood colored cheeks.
“Pleasure to meet you Ein, I’m Luca,” I reply happily, observing how his pale olive green eyes dart from my gaze to the floor.
“The pleasure is all mine...” he mumbles quietly, only loud enough for me to hear.
As we enter medbay, we run into Pink and Orange (they’re the resident couple on the ship), “Ah, Pink, Orange, you’re just in time. Red here needs help with her med scan!”
“She does? Alrighty! Come with me dear and I’ll show you the ropes!” Pink says, clapping her hands together in a friendly manner, “Lucky for you, I was just about to do a med scan myself!”
Following Pink into medbay, I glance over my shoulder at Orange and Blue. They seemed to be caught up in a conversation, standing off to the right of the doorway. Odd, doesn’t Blue have a medbay task as well? My brows furrow in confusion, once again feeling perplexed with Blue’s strange behavior as a chill runs up my spine. No, you’re imagining things Luca, he isn’t suspicious.
Oh, right, probably forgot to mention this huh? As of yesterday, at 11:00 pm, all of the crew was notified of two impostors hiding aboard The SKLED in plain sight. Since then, everyone has been staying in pairs to avoid being alone. Although, in my opinion, it’s a pretty dumb idea seeing as the impostors can easily kill their partner and then come up with an excuse as to why they weren’t with them.
“You’re new to the MIRA ship crew aren’t you, Red?” Pink asks after some shuffling, bringing my attention from the doorway to her.
Instantly, my pale olive cheeks are lit a flame by the sight of her half-naked form, “W---wh--what are you doing?!”
My screech of distress causes her to laugh, a smile causing her dark chocolate colored cheeks to tighten, “Calm down, love, this is mandatory if you want to get an accurate reading on the med scan.”
“It is?”
“Yep! Dressing down to the bare minimum helps the machine get a better scan, which means approval from Home.” she replies to my question expertly, pointing to a little green button next to a lighter green screen, “This button starts up the scanner. For right now, you and I can press the button for each other, but you won’t always have a partner who can help you with this. Luckily, there is a ten second timer on the scanner that allows you to get on it before it begins to scan, but that may take a few attempts before you get the hang of it.”
“Wow, that’s such a helpful tip Pink!” I chirp with a grin, pressing the button for her as she stands tall on the scanner.
After Pink’s scan, something terrifying happens. At first, I thought it was just a message from X, wondering where we should regroup, but when I looked at my tablet my blood ran cold. A---a body has been reported?! Horror fixes itself on both our faces, Pink’s milky sky blue eyes stare into mine with shock before she hurriedly puts her uniform back on.
“Pink...” my voice cracks with fear, my body trembling as my stomach sinks.
“I know, I know, com’ on, we’ve got a meeting to attend,” she speaks with hooded eyes, her jaw tense as she fixes her clothes.
From the look in her eyes I can tell something is up, but I am too afraid to speak up about it. Just keep to yourself for right now...there’s no reason to be hasty. I think as I quietly follow Pink to the cafeteria, my eyes scanning the brightly lit hallway for anything of suspicion. To my relief, there’s nothing suspicious to speak of. I hope X is okay... I thought, my hands feeling clammy and my face being drained of all it’s color. Oh god, please don’t let him be dead! Looking at the table, I notice Pink and I are the last ones to arrive at the table for discussion. Spotting X on the other side of the discussion table I wave goodbye to Pink before trotting over to my partner, the two of us sharing a hug of relief seeing as we’re both still alive.
“Alright, seeing as we are all present, Black, tell us what you found,” White says coolly, remaining calm in a terrifying situation.
“First, I would like to know where everyone was before I say where the body was found, “ X responds, just as calmly as White.
How are they so calm? It’s almost unnerving. Swallowing thickly, I decide to speak up at least once, “Blue, Orange, Pink, and I were at med bay, Pink was helping me figure out the scanner...”
“Blue, Orange, Pink, can you confirm this information?” Yellow asks, most likely trying to see if my alibi is accurate.
“Yes, this is true, although I’m not sure why Red and Blue were together in the first place. You did split us up into specific pairs for easier management remember?” Orange speaks with narrowed brown eyes towards Ein, obviously suspicious of him.
“I was on my way to find Black in security when I bumped into Blue walking up from reactor. He asked where I was going, so I told him and then he offered to help me,” I answer simply, feeling a need to defend myself even though I wasn’t accused.
“Alright, Red is cleared. Blue, what’s your story?” White nods approvingly, the sigh of relief X lets out not going unnoticed by the rest of us.
As Ein explains himself, I glance at X from the corner of my eye. Stress is apparent on his features, beads of sweat rolling down his pale skin like a spray of bullets. Slipping my hand to the side to have it rest on his, I give it a gentle squeeze of assurance. His partner was just semi-accused, makes sense for him to be nervous now. I thought, my expression contorting into a look of pity. He looks back at me, a small nervous smile on his lips as his hand turns over to squeeze mine back.
“....and that’s how I met up with Red.” Ein finishes, still looking cool and collected whilst explaining himself.
I can’t tell if he’s lying or not. I think nervously, his alibi sounding solid from what I paid attention to. But there has to be pieces that don’t fit together!
“That’s a good alibi, Blue, or at least it would be if I couldn’t prove your story wrong,” Lime says sternly, pointing to Ein with an accusing finger, “While Cyan did have trouble with her card, you stood there and waited for her! After that, Cyan said her last task was aliening the engines while you said your last task was inspecting a sample in med bay! If you’re a true crew-mate, why would you lie about where you were before Cyan was murdered!?”
“How do you know we left together? You weren’t in admin with us, “ the retort was swift and sharp, a glare fixed on Ein’s face as he defends himself sharply.
“You’re right, when you two left together, I wasn’t in side of admin, but I was emptying the trash shoot whenever I heard Cyan cry out in frustration about the card reader! Not only that, but when I was fixing wires in storage, I heard Cyan say she needed to swing by the engines to realign them! You have no excuse for not being by her side when you bumped into Red!” Lime nearly shouts, appalled by Ein’s assumption.
“Lime calm yourself, Cyan’s murderer will be brought to justice, “ Brown jumps in, quick to defuse the rage in Lime’s hazel eyes before he can get out of hand.
“Right, sorry, guess I got too worked up,” Lime apologizes with a weary glance over in Ein’s direction, a nasty glare replacing it when he spots Ein’s smirking lips.
“Blue, “ White speaks up over the growing tension, earning everyone’s attentions just as easily as a captain would, “ The evidence we’ve been given is strongly against you, if you cannot get a solid, trust worthy alibi in the next three minutes then we’ll have no choice but to eject you.”
“But Black hasn’t even said where the body was! How are you certain it was me?!” Ein roars back with defiance, a scowl directed towards the silver haired male whom has lead us all up to this point with narrowed blue-green eyes as rugged as raw jasper, “Fine, you want the truth? I’ll tell you the truth! I left Cyan to start up the reactor! The last time I saw Cyan alive and well was when she was talking to Black!”
“Don’t try and blame your murder on me Blue. You’re the last person I saw with her while I was on cameras. Shortly after I saw you two together, Cyan turned up dead in the lower engine room! That’s not just a coincidence! You killed your partner in cold blood and tried to cover your absence by pairing up with someone who was partner-less at the time!” X’s argument was too valid to be over looked, and oddly specific too.
“You’re lying! You’re the one who killed her!!” Ein’s retort is desperate, realization setting in whenever our tablets begin to ding for a vote.
“I could be, “ X pauses to cast his vote against Ein, “But you could be lying too. This situation is more of who do I trust more right now, Blue or Black.”
If X is telling the truth, and Ein truly is the impostor then... Timidly I press the icon for Ein, hitting the green check mark that appears to cast my vote. In a flash the votes are tallied, majority voting for Ein while the rest, such as Pink and Green who vote for X. After the vote were tallied, White and Orange grab a hold of Ein, dragging him to the airlock without hesitation. The entire way there, Ein struggles, shouting and yelling to me to stop them, but I know I can’t. Begrudgingly, I force myself to turn away, covering my ears with trembling hands. Why is this happening? What did we do to deserve this? Despite my covered ears I could still hear Ein’s shouts, the cries for justice only stopping when the air lock opens to release him into space.
Blue was ejected.
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
thetovplace
The Tov Place
salimouhiba
Salim Ouhiba
mtm-college
MTM College of Animation, Art & Design