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lilithandherharlots · 10 months

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Too shy to tell you

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

Miguel hides your heals in hopes of making you forget you ever owned a pair...he confesses about his theft during a hot and heavy night of sex.

Warnings: This might be interpreted as possessive or an unhealthy bond. Though its supposed to be just a very shy and respectful Miguel who let's loose during sex.:]

Authors note: I am not a writer!! This is my first time righting fanfic.. like.. ever!!! So don't attack me. Though honest, constructive criticism is something that I would love to hear. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes. Also, I don't know how to put proper description..... enjoy!!!!

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"Miggy?" I call out to my boyfriend who's currently towering over the coffee machine, waiting for it to brew.

"Yes, my love?" He responds with a look over his shoulder.

"Have you seen my black pointed heals? I can't seem to find them."

"No. Have you checked by the door?" He was lying.

He was lying. He was lying, and he didn't feel bad about it. The truth was he had stuffed them in the highest cupboard of the laundry room. He knew you couldn't reach it. He liked it that way. He couldn't let you open it since he had stuffed at least 4 pairs of heals in there.

"No miggy, they aren't here." You say after checking everywhere by the front door.

"Idk what to say, baby... we have to leave soon. Just throw on a different pair and I'll buy you some new ones later."

He was a liar... and he was damn good at it... until he wasn't.

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It was 2am. This insanity started hours ago, but Miguel's stamina wouldn't let down. Your soft moans could fuel him till sun rise, and he would love to do this forever. But unlike him, you have limits. Limits to your ability to stay strong, or at least keep yourself up right. But he doesn't really care. Your begs for a break won't succeed with a constantly starving man like him.

"One more round, please baby... please. I need you." His desperate begs caress your tear stained cheeks as he whispers them softly, leaning over you and filling you with sloppy thrust.

"Miguel- please.. It's too much.." You whine as you try to pull away, gripping desperately onto the sheets.

"Last one.... I promise..." he lies.

He said the same thing the last 4 rounds. If he could have it his way he'd continue. But he knew you couldn't keep going for much longer, so he used this opportunity to tell you what he couldn't bring himself to say otherwise.

"I lied..." he confesses. Watching your tits bounce with every rough trust, keeping himself busy while you tried to form a reply. It took you a while, but you managed to let out a soft hum, waiting for him to explain himself further.

"I took them. Your heels.. I fucking hate those things.." he thrust get faster as he says it. Hoping to make your brain foggy enough to not remember his confessions in the morning.

"I like your height, so why do you wear those weird things?" His heart felt lighter as he told you.

"I like that your height forces you to get on your tippy toes every time you want a kiss from me.. and even then, I have to bend over to reach you.... I like that you rely on me to reach those high shelves. Every time you ask me, you grow as red as a rose...."

You can feel his movements speed up. You can barely hear him... your mind fuzzy from pleasure. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin felt like white noise at this point. The dim shadow of his frame covering you completely.

"You're so small under me.. your body falls any way I bend it..." At his point, he was just speaking the first thing to cross his mind.

You didn't hear him, and he knew it. Seconds later, you feel his weight shift, the mattress by your head sinking under his heavy hand as he leaned in and whispered.

"Please don't take that away from me."

His words were demanding. He felt exactly what he said. Even though your eyes were shut tight, you knew his eyes were locked on you. His breath heavy, as if he just confessed a dirty secret. He kinda did...

"Promise me.... Promise me you won't wear them and I'll help you cum."

As tired as you were. You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. So you give in.

"F-fine... I promise."

"You promise what?" He smirked hearing your whiney voice.

"I promise I won't wear the heels!!"

The pleasure he got from you saying that was immense. He shifted his weight once more as he changed your position like a marionette doll. Spreading your legs apart. His hands wrapped around your thighs, and his claws dug into your skin. The stinging pain of it was a wake-up call, causing you to gasp for air.

This position caused him to go deeper. The sticky mess from your previous rounds was being pushed out of your aching hole. The sound of his hips hitting your ass grew louder with every precise thrust. They got louder and louder until they stopped. Your thighs had clenched closed as you hit that high you were chasing. And you took him with you. Tightening around his pulsing cock in a way that made him fill you to the brim once more.

He watched your body shake. Your hips jerking forward. He would usually take that as his sign to keep going, but your fucked out face was telling him you couldn't take another thrust.

"You did great my love..... my little angel~" He cooed gentle praises as he rubbed your claw marked thighs.

"I'll buy you the cutest flats."

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A thing he didn't know.. is that you lied, too. His secret cupboard was emptied, and your heal collection was restored... and yes.. he pouted in silence.

The end

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norrisleclercf1 · 5 months

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But now I need the body shots with a blushy charles

A/N: Hell yeah! I've been saving this one after doing lando getting blushy with body shots. Oooo Charles would be a mess

"Maybe you should do it with Charles," Pierre whispers in your ear as you take another shot. It was Vegas, and everyone was at the club, well almost everyone. "Please, King prude himself? No way," You scuff as you lick your painted red lips.

"Come on, he's been our friend for years. You know he's not a prude but," Pierre trails off as Charles yet again looks over here again. He was high off P2 and you wearing a little black dress with red heels and lips to match. "He loves when you wear red, especially the lipstick." Kiki walks over giggling as Pierre smiles, a little jealous at their cute relationship.

"Charles, has been staring at you two. Even sent me over here to find out why Pierre is whispering in your ear." Rolling your eyes, you cut them to Charles who turns red quickly looking away. "Can barely look at me," Pierre groans, "He can barely look cause he's trying to hide the hard on." Shoving your elbow back, Pierre makes a groaning noise from the contact.

"Who's next?!" You hiss at Daniel's booming voice. You were tired of this cat and mouse game with Charles. "Yo! Leclerc, you're up!" You call as the others whistle and whoop. "What? No, no I'm good. I can't do that!" He waves his hand trying to back up. "You're not doing it, I am. Lay on the bar, or are you scared?" Arching an eyebrow up.

Charles never backed down when you challenged him. "No, let's do this." Charles hops up on the bar and you press against his knees. "Shirt off," Looking up at him, Charles throat bobs as he slowly takes the shirt off.

"Alright, we know the rules. Lick, Drink, Swallow." Everyone laughs as Daniel pours the shot and places it on Charles's belt. Sprinkling the salt on his neck, Charles tries hard not to shiver. "Alright! Get it!" You watch him and move hoping up on the counter.

Spreading your legs you rest your ass on his stomach, making sure not to spill the tequila. You move, hovering over him as he blushes looking away. Red nails grab his chin and force him to look at you, "Easy, baby. I'll be gentle." Charles squirms, the cheers from everyone growing as you move licking the salt, feeling him go rigid under you.

Slowly you move backwards and bend down, taking the shot glass between your lips and tip it back, ass pressing right on him, feeling his boner, and some of the tequila dribbling down your chest. Charles sits up and licks up it up, fueled by the shot and confindence you take the lime into your mouth and kiss Charles. The Ferrari driver whines, not sure where to put his hands. Pulling back, mouth lime free you smirk down. "Congrats on your podium." You whisper, his lips covered in your ferrari red lipstick and eyes blown wide.

Jumping down, you bow as Charles sits up an utter mess and looking fucked out of it. "Okay, maybe not a prude." You yell in Pierre's ear as he roars with laughter the music blaring. Looking over your shoulder, you smirk as Charles shakingly puts his shirt back on.

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dotster001 · 6 months

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If your still doing requests can you do a scenario where in the ghost bride event instead it’s the ghost groom and yuu is the one being captured as the bride

The Ghost Groom

Summary: Fem! Reader

CW: just like the ghost bride, the ghost groom has unrealistic expectations about what a princess is, Fem reader, reader gets kissed, but ooooh by whom?

A/N: figured this one was perfect for spooky week! I always enjoy giving the boys opportunities to be silly

One second you were resting in Ramshackle, the next a blue, and handsome, ghostly looking figure was gazing at you lovingly as you slept.

"Oh my God, is this sleep paralysis?" You whispered.

He giggled and booped your nose gently. "No silly. I'm just admiring my princess while she rests! Is there something wrong with that?"

You stiffened, and slowly creeped your hand over to hopefully wake Grim.

"Princess?" You asked nervously.

"Mhmm. I've searched so long for you. You can't blame me for just staring, right?"

"I think you are looking for someone else. I'm not a princess." Your hand finally reached Grim and you attempted to shake him awake.

He frowned. "Princess is a state of being. It's in the glint in your eyes, the quirk of your smile, your adorable furry companion, and your eccentric living quarters. Why, everything about you says, 'beautiful princess waiting for prince charming to save me!' But don't worry too much about it. Once we wed you will be a princess in title as well!"

"Huh?" You croaked out, hearing Grim groan out a confused sound, as some ghost knights approached the bed and pulled you along with them.

…..

"Headmage, the ghosts kicked us out of the school," Ace whined in Crowley's office.

"Headmage, what is going on?" Riddle asked.

"They took my sleeping spot," Leona grumbled.

"Oh, I suppose it is that time again," Crowley groaned, massaging his temples. "Every four years, on this night, the ghosts rise from the grave in search of a bride for the Ghost Prince. They'll be gone by morning. Nothing to worry about. Although," he paused thoughtfully, "usually they only camp out in Ramshackle. They don't tend to go much farther than the greenhouse. It's odd that they'd commandeer the school."

As if on cue, Grim burst into the room.

"Headmage! Some ghosts stole my henchhuman! You have to do something!"

Plan A

"I can't believe we agreed to this," Epel muttered bitterly.

The task force was made up of himself, Lilia, Vil, Silver, and Jamil. The "prettiest" members of the school.

The ones who could pretend they were women and get away with it.

"You want to save Y/N, yes? Then don't blow this, and remember your training," Vil snapped.

Epel grumbled and hiked up his skirts as he climbed a flight of stairs.

"Epel, the art of disguise is a very useful skill. It's something you can use for the rest of your life," Silver offered.

"Ah, that's my boy!" Lilia grinned, ruffling Silver's styled hair affectionately.

"I wouldn't do that, Vil might kill you," Jamil snickered.

The trip was long, and some of the task force had not walked in heels before, but they soon arrived in the dining hall.

"No, no, no! That is the wrong color! Everything must be perfect for my love and my special day!" The prince snapped at a ghost servant who was laying out a tablecloth.

And that's when they saw you. Dressed in a pearl white gown, a shimmering veil in your perfectly styled hair. You were covered in pearls and diamonds, and wearing an enormous, glowing, ring.

Oh. And you were tied down to a chair.

"Play it cool," Vil hissed to Epel, who was about to not play it cool.

Lilia stepped forward first, practically floating as he walked over to the prince in his large green ball gown.

"Your highness," he curtsied deeply, putting on a sweeter, higher pitched voice than normal. "We hope we are not too late. But we heard you were searching for a princess, and wanted to prove we were the truest princesses."

The ghost looked between you and Lilia, confusion on his face.

"But I've already picked my bride."

"They seem to be truer princesses than I am, Erik. At least give them a chance," you said hastily.

He pressed a hand to his chest in awe. "Your kindness knows no bounds! Truly, there can be no better bride than you! But to ease your heart," he turned back to Lilia. "You have permission to try and woo me."

Lilia curtsied again. "You are so kind. It is I! Princess Lilia! I can offer you a large kingdom, with many riches."

"But what is inside your heart, Princess Lilia. Do you have an animal companion?"

"I have a dragon!"

The prince gasped, and shot a bolt of blue lightning at Lilia, causing him to groan.

"A true princess must be rescued from dragons! She would never have a dragon companion!"

"Can't move," Lilia groaned. "Retreat." He hissed from his teeth, but it was too far, too late for them to escape now. Erik's eyes were on them.

"Your highness," Vil gave the most beautiful curtsy anyone had ever seen. "I have no animal companion, for my companion is my loyal hunter and bodyguard, who protects me from all the sins of the world."

"Hmm. That is very princess-like."

"This is so fucked up," you groaned.

"And you are very beautiful. Perhaps you are a true princess," he looked back at you thoughtfully, and your breath hitched. Were you about to be free?

"But Y/N is also a true princess."

"Oh please," Vil snorted. "As beautiful as she is, we all know I am the fairest."

You didn't feel as bad when Vil got struck with the blue lightning. It was well deserved, in your opinion.

"Comparing your beauty to another's is not very princess-like!"

Epel pushed Jamil forward, much to his dismay.

"Um. Your highness, I will bring you great gifts. My kingdom has," Jamil bit his lip nervously, "Jams. Lots of jams. Grape jam. Pear jam. Yam Jam."

"Yam Jam!" You tried to sound excited, hoping it would entice Erik.

"And jellies!"

"Oh!"

"And spoons! Tiny spoons! How did they get so tiny?"

You gave a cough, and Jamil froze. Then you heard, "Snake Whisper."

"You are unworthy of Y/N, and will give them to me," he said smugly.

Erik raised a brow. Then screeched. "How dare you! I am a true Prince. Of course I am worthy of Y/N!"

Blue flashed and Jamil was frozen.

"So, snake whisper doesn't affect ghosts. Got it," Jamil muttered under his breath.

"Panicked, huh?" You snickered.

"A little, yeah," he whispered back.

Epel stepped forward next, giving an unenthusiastic curtsy.

"I'm Princess Epel," was all he offered.

"You are the one of the fairest maidens I've ever seen! Almost as fair as my Y/N. Don't you agree, my princess?" You nodded enthusiastically, but shivered as you saw Epel begin to shake with rage.

"Her petite frame! Her doe eyes! Why if our daughter is half as beautiful as her, I shall be a very proud man!"

"DAG NABBIT SHUT YER FLIPPIN MOUTH!"

Erik froze, you stiffened, and Vil groaned in disappointment.

"Epel," he groaned. But the blue lightning was already flying.

"You're not a princess! You're a man! A crude man at that. You're not worthy of me, or my princess."

"COME CLOSER AN I'LL SHOW YOU EXACTLY WHAT I'M WORTHY OF!"

"Please gag him before he says something my princess shouldn't hear!" Erik cried, covering your ears, despite you having heard far worse from Epel in the past.

Once Epel was gagged, he turned to Silver. Who was, much to your dismay, asleep.

"Oh! This one must be a princess! She has a sleeping curse!"

"Maybe you should try to wake her?" You offered helpfully.

He looked at you, a tormented expression on his face.

"But I love you. And only true love's kiss can break the spell. Perhaps if I kiss you instead, our love will burst out and wake her! Minister, well begin now!"

"No! We can't begin! I, uh, I feel bad having a wedding while she's still asleep. And the dining hall isn't finished being decorated yet!" You cried. You'd been told by the ladies who dressed you "not to worry", that once you kissed Erik, you would be able to join his kingdom. His ghostly kingdom. No thanks.

You eyed Silver, hoping that the man who was typically the knight in shining armor would wake and save you. Nothing.

Erik sighed sweetly, pushing a stray strand of hair off your face.

"You're right. The wedding must be perfect. So where are my scones!" That last bit wasn't a question. It was an angry demand.

Crowley put down the mirror he'd been using to watch what the A team was doing.

"Well that was a disaster," he groaned.

"What a load of rubbish! He's literally looking for a princess from an old fashioned fairytale book! That's the only thing he'll let Y/N go for!" Ace shouted.

"It's kind of sweet, if you think about it," Deuce muttered.

"It's bullshit! No one's like that! It's an unrealistic expectation!" Ace snapped back.

"I know! I meant the part about Y/N!" Deuce snapped.

"Enough, cubs. It's obvious he has no intention of releasing Y/N. So we need a different plan," Leona said with a smirk, implying he already had a plan in mind.

"What were you thinking?" Crowley asked tiredly.

"The ghosts leave in the morning, no matter what. If they don't finish the marriage to Y/N, Y/N stays behind. So we just have to ensure the wedding can't happen."

Plan B

"Everyone understands their roles?" Leona asked.

Floyd, Ruggie, Jack, and Ortho nodded.

"Alright. Charge!" He shouted. The five slammed through the door, dead set on causing as much destruction as they could.

Leona began turning anything he could touch into sand; tables, decor, flowers, nothing was safe.

Floyd smashed every food he could get his hands on, delighted giggles leaving his mouth at regular intervals.

Jack flipped tables, and fought off the guards who attempted to stop them.

Ortho blasted various parts of the hall, having way too much fun doing it.

Ruggie snuck through the crowd to where you and the "princesses" from Plan A were. But your chair wasn't there.

"It's a trap, isn't it," he asked Jamil.

"It wasn't supposed to be," he sighed tiredly.

Ruggie heard an inhuman screech, and felt his body go numb, unable to move.

"Damn," he muttered.

"How dare you? How dare you!!!!" Erik screamed, dragging you along by a rope lead. He must have forgone the chair, and decided to just numb you like the rest.

"You're ruining my special day! Our special day! How dare you!"

He zapped Jack, then Floyd, then Leona, then Ortho. All four verbally protested.

"Shut up! Look what you've done! We'll never finish in time!"

"Initializing death ray," Ortho began.

"No! Ortho! Sevens, please no death ray!" You screamed, quickly followed by everyone else protesting.

The boy pouted, but shut down the death ray anyway.

"I suppose we'll just have to have the wedding now," the ghost groom began.

"No!" You shouted. "I mean, I think my guests and I all agree we at least need a cake, right?"

Erik squished your cheeks together, hearts in his eyes.

"Anything for you, my princess!"

Everyone sighed in relief.

Crowley put down the mirror and looked at the remnants in his office.

"Any other bright ideas?"

Rook bowed deeply, "If he is searching for a fairytale, we must play along. Oui?"

Plan C

Rook lead the march towards the dining hall, his cape and rapier complimenting his outfit nicely. He looked over at his men. The entirety of Heartslaybul. There was no one else he would rather have serve as his knights. Even if they had a hard time getting into character.

"The cape is pulling at my neck," Deuce croaked.

"Then be better!" Ace snapped.

"I will behead both of you this instant,"Riddle hissed, coming off more as mom than knight to the fair Princess.

Cater meanwhile was trying to get a selfie in his knight outfit with Trey, while Trey wanted no part of it.

"C'mon, Trey! We look too good not to post!"

"I'm too focused on the possibility of Y/N dying to look good for a photo!"

They were an unusual group of knights. But still. Rook knew they would more than serve their purpose.

They arrived at the door, but this time, there was a ghost guarding it.

"Who goes there?"

"We're the princess' knights. If you take Y/N, we have to come with." Rook gave a well practiced flourish of a bow, which was mimicked by the men of Heartslaybul.

"Ah!" The guard said. "Of course, forgive us! We should have informed you immediately!" He opened the door, and the men walked through, uninhibited.

Meanwhile…

"Mmm my back hurts. I can't stay in one position for this long anymore," Lilia groaned.

"And I'm bored," Floyd pouted.

"I'm losing out on beauty sleep. My skin will not be forgiving."

"Big brother has been trying to call me home for an hour."

Lilia smiled sweetly at Erik. "Look, forget the cake. How bout you just give her the smoocharoo?"

"What?!?" You shouted. Was Lilia selling you out?

"He seems like a good guy. You'll be fine, Shrimpy."

"I literally won't be fine, that's the whole point!" You cried. But Erik seemed to be thinking. And that wasn't good.

"You'll die, but there's a chance you'll be at the Isle of Woe! Then you have to visit big brother and I!"

"Ortho no! Not you too!"

"I mean, our guests are saying they don't need cake, my love," Erik whispered, his voice husky as he leaned in slightly.

"No!" You shouted.

"Smoocharoo. Smoocharoo." Lilia began the chant, but multiple voices quickly joined in.

The door burst open, interrupting the chant, and the kiss that was getting closer. You heaved a sigh of relief as you saw Rook and the Heartslaybul boys….all dressed like knights?

"Forgive our tardiness, your highness. Your beloved knights have finally arrived," Rook said loudly.

"Ah, yes. My knights. Good," you said, a fake grin filling your face.

"Your highness, the fact that you did not alert the princess' knights to your intentions, brings this whole arrangement into question," Riddle stepped up next the Rook, his eyes narrowed.

Erik's jaw dropped.

"Oh. You see I was so excited, I didn't…"

"You don't even have proof you can protect our Princess! Look at this room! It looks like a war happened here!" Cater gestured around as he joined the line.

"You're taking things out of context! I defended her, which is why she is still here!" Erik was beginning to get angry again.

Trey cleared his throat and stepped forward, "And what's this about no cake? Our princess deserves the finest of baked goods, which I am more than capable of providing. Do you have a kitchen nearby?"

"Yay! Trey approves of operation smoocharoo!" Ruggie shouted, leading to a couple chants of smoocharoo.

"Oh my sevens!" Ace shouted. "You all have zero dignity! No wonder you're frozen! You don't deserve to be moving with those attitudes!"

"What I meant was," Trey glared at Ace, attempting to keep more lightning at bay, "our Princess deserves the best, and I don't believe you've provided it."

They seemed to have finally gotten through to him. Until Deuce's sword belt just…fell off.

"You aren't real knights!" All five were frozen in one blast.

Rook giggled, "Ah well, we tried to save you. And the bitter defeat, and pure sorrow we will feel at your loss will fuel many a work of art!"

"Thanks Rook," you growled sarcastically.

To dig the dagger deeper into your heart, it was at that moment that the new cake arrived.

"Finally! I can be wed to my Princess!" He dragged your rope lead over to an area that had flowers arranged, and stood you in front of the minister. Funny enough, the minister was self aware and never asked for your consent.

"Then by the powers vested in me-"

"I object!" A voice cried out.

Plan D

You turned your head to see Azul, flanked by Jade and Sebek. Azul wore a crown, and was dressed in the very image of a fairytale prince. Sebek and Jade were in full armor.

"You have stolen my Princess!" Azul said authoritatively.

"Y/N's my princess!" Erik hissed, his impatience finally getting the best of him.

"I have a document right here, between the Princess and I, stating an intent to marry, and join our two kingdoms, for love of each other. You may compare the signature to that of the princess, but you'll find it's quite authentic."

Erik stared at the document in his hands, and suddenly his blue glow turned bright red, nearly blinding all of you.

"No! Y/N IS MY PRINCESS! A PIECE OF PAPER ISN'T GOING TO CHANGE THAT!" You'd only been scared of him before because his kiss meant death. Now you were just scared of him in general.

"Your highness," One of his ghost knights spoke up. "A true Prince would at least look, and honor the document, lest he becomes the villain."

Erik took a calming breath, his color going back to blue, and put on a tight smile.

"You're right. Okay, show me your contract."

Azul smiled, and handed him the golden document. He read it over, then looked at you with a heartbroken expression.

"You truly are in love with this Prince Azul? He is your fairytale Prince?"

Azul smiled smugly at you, and you fought back an eye roll as you nodded sweetly.

"Then I suppose I have to let you go," and suddenly the numbness of your body ceased, and you were able to move. You inhaled heavily.

He looked up into the windows of the dining hall. The sun was starting to rise.

He looked at you sadly, and gently cupped your cheek.

"I wish you every happiness."

And you couldn't help but believe him.

"Before I go again, my princess, er, your princess, deserves her kiss," Erik whispered. You held back a dry heave at Azul's mock bravado.

"Anything to ease your parting, your highness!" He stalked towards you, and you saw Jade snicker over his shoulder, while Sebek turned bright red.

"Princess?" Azul said with a smirk, though now that he was up close, you could see a tinge of pink over his cheeks.

"Ew, please don't," Ace muttered, but he was struck by blue lightning again.

Deciding to suck it up, you grabbed Azul by the collar, and pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened in shock, his face going bright red, but after a moment, he relaxed.

"Get it, Azul!" Floyd shouted, and he immediately separated himself from you.

"There, may you rest in comfort," Azul said, an arm around your shoulders, but his red cheeks showed no sign of fading.

"Thank you," Erik smiled softly at you, and all the ghosts faded one by one.

You and Azul stepped away from each other the second the last ghost vanished.

All the people stretched as they became unnumbed, groaning.

"Well that sucked,"Leona grumbled.

"I'll never get the image of Azul kissing Y/N out of my head," Ace moaned.

Epel gagged next to him, as he ripped off the ball gown he was wearing.

"Now what?" Vil groaned, massaging his neck.

The door slammed open.

Plan Party

"Ha! While you guys were busy, the headmage put us in charge of victory party planning!" Kalim announced, his crew following him slowly. One seemed confused, the other didn't want to be there.

"Absolute nightmare. I got the bad end today," Idia muttered as he hid behind the stacks of food Kalim had given him to carry.

Malleus looked around the venue in full confusion. Then he looked sad.

"Was there a wedding, and I wasn't invited?"

"Don't worry, Tsunotarou, I wasn't really invited either," you said bitterly. This made him smile sweetly, until he saw your outfit, making him confused again.

"But you're the one wearing the wedding gown?"

"Don't worry about it," you muttered. You turned to Kalim.

"What do you mean you were in charge of the victory party?"

"Well, Malleus and I weren't allowed to try and help, and Idia was busy, so after the headmage sent out operation fairytale prince, he told us to start preparing for the after party!"

You blinked a couple times, then yawned.

"Can we party tomorrow? I'm going to bed."

You ripped off your veil, threw it on the floor, then left the dining hall.

"Quick! Azul! Go after her!"

"Shut your mouth, Floyd!"

It was at that moment, Silver woke up. He looked around in confusion, then frowned at Lilia.

"Did we win, Father?"

"That we did my boy! That we did!"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

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murdrdocs · 9 months

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WANNA RIDE STILES WHILE I WEAR HIS LACROSSE JERSEY MHM YEAH

WHYYYY WOULD U SAY THIS TO ME

just thinking abt like ... the way stiles would go absolutely feral. like he would go slightly insane. mouth open, lips still glistening from the messy kiss you'd shared with him a few moments prior, but his face has been frozen like this ever since he'd walked into his room to see you laid on his bed, wearing nothing but his lacrosse jersey, scrolling through your phone like it's the most casual thing that's ever happened.

the only thing that's changed is his eyes, consistently roaming over your body, flicking between your face which is scrunched up in pleasure, and your chest that he's forced out of the jersey, the material lifted up on one side, bunched over your shoulder. he's watching you through lidded eyes, similar to when he's tired, that same scrunch between his eyebrows, too.

his hands roam over your body, taking in as much as he can. calloused palms against the soft skin of your torso, running along your back, sliding down to your hips and around to press along your lower abdomen, making their way down to your cunt where he flattens his thumb along your clit, lifting the hood to gain better access.

he can't get enough, wanting more, wanting to do this again even when it's still happening in front of his face. he's trying to commit this to memory, he realizes when he's giving you possibly the hundredth full-body scan of the night. from your messy hair down to where you repeatedly sink yourself onto his cock.

his eyes get stuck there for a bit, not breaking away until he hears your breathless giggle.

"fillin' me up so well, stiles," you tell him, voice sounding pretty like it always does when you're like this.

the sweet sound of you – both your words and your cunt squelching around him – breaks him out of his stupor. he licks his lips, runs his thumbs along your skin, head spinning when you mewl as he rubs slow circles along your clit.

"yeah?" he asks you, even though he knows you're telling the truth, he can feel it. but he likes to see your almost pained nod, it fills his chest with pride, bolsters his ego. "feels good, honey?" another nod from you that makes him smile.

"'s that why you put that on? knew it would get you here?" his hands slide to your hips, his heels digging into the mattress as he slams up into you once, repeating the action at the sound you make. you don't answer him, it's not like you could, the breath taken from you just like the control was.

"hm? is that why you put my jersey on, laid in my bed in nothing else, waiting for me to get home." your hands press into his chest, fingers curling and your nails start to scratch at his skin. he takes a second, head tilting, eyes blinking innocently as he looks at you.

"that's kinda slutty, don't you think?''

#mmmmm yummy yum yum #picture me rubbing my hands together #comically large tongue sliding over my mouth #heart eyes #like im in looney tunes #stilesworld!#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinksi x you #stiles stilinksi smut #stiles stilinksi #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #teen wolf smut

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fandomxpreferences · 9 months

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Smart Enough To Know Better, Dumb Enough To Do It Anyway

Masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

TW:angst (?), mildly toxic behavior, mildly controlling, drugs and alcohol, creepy guy, I think thats all

Summary: Listening has never been your strong suit, and it makes for an interesting dynamic with the Kook King.

Word Count:3.1k

"Rafe, you can't be serious." You whine, making sure he sees your dramatic pout as you emerge from the en suite.

He scans over your appearance with an approving nod and leans in to kiss your forehead.

"Have fun tonight."

You lean back with a scowl and stare up at him with disapproval before yanking on the hem of his sweatshirt that he insists you wear.

"Dude, this is a party. You can't honestly expect me to wear your old lacrosse hoodie and baggy sweatpants!"

He shrugs casually at your annoyance and leans on the door frame with his arms crossed.

"Wear it or don't go. It's up to you."

You're mere seconds from stomping your foot like a petulant child and huff loudly.

"Well, if you would just go with me it wouldn't be a problem." You snark, but he does nothing except smirk at your bratty demeanor.

"Listen, sweetheart, you know I have an early morning."

Usually, you wouldn't push him this far but your aggravation with his policing overrides your senses.

"Yeah, whatever dude."

You roll your eyes and turn around to go back to the bathroom, doing your best not to smile when you hear Rafe walking heavily behind you. You analyze yourself in the mirror with an unamused expression and make a point not to pay him any mind just to rub salt in the wound.

His expression is darker now, a mixture of anger and displeasure swirling around his chest at your challenge to his dominance. After a couple of minutes, you finally turn around to face him and lean back on the counter.

"Can I at least take off the sweats and wear the hoodie as a dress with some boots or sneakers?"

You think it's a fair compromise considering who you're negotiating with, but Rafe clearly disagrees. He's inches away from you before you can blink, with flared nostrils and red cheeks.

"Can you just fucking listen for once? You're lucky I'm letting you go at all and stop calling me dude. You know I hate that."

His voice is raspy and deep the way it is when his temper is teetering the edge, and your spine instantly straightens.

"This is my way of looking out for you when I'm not there. You want to be respectful and please me, don't you baby?"

Goosebumps pebble your skin when he softy brushes your hair to the side so he can brush his lips against the back of your neck. Your eyelids flutter as you try to hold your ground, but resolve is quickly slipping.

His hand wraps around and harshly grips you by the jaw, forcing your lips to pucker as you hold his gaze in the mirror.

"Don't you?"

His tone is condescending this time as he frowns mockingly, and you nod against his hold. He smiles victoriously before letting go and kissing your cheek like nothing happened.

"I thought so. Go to your party and have fun."

He slaps your ass and turns on his heel to return to his office, leaving you to stare at his back with narrowed eyes.

"Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is, letting me do something? He's not my father." You mumble, already hatching a plan in your mind.

A few minutes later you open the front door and pause to yell over your shoulder.

"I'm leaving. Love you!"

"Love you too. Call Top or Kelce when you're ready to leave!"

You try not to let the irritation seep into your voice when you respond, well aware that he'll be down the stairs and pulling you inside before you can process.

"Okay!"

The door slams shut as you jog down the steps to the Uber where Sarah is waiting, and she scoots over to let you in. It was already a war to convince Rafe he didn't need to drive you, and the only way he agreed was if you let one of the guys bring you home.

Letting you get into a car with a stranger sober is one thing, but doing it drunk is absolutely out of the question.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

You shoot daggers at Sarah when she fails to stifle her laugh, and she coughs to cover it up.

"Ask your fucking brother." You grumble, and she gives you an apologetic look.

Twenty minutes later, loud music rings in your ears as you try to maneuver through the crowded house. There are people packed into every corner, and the smell of cheap beer mixed with weed burns your nostrils.

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick." You shout at Sarah, and she nods before trailing behind you.

You grimace when something crunches under your shoe, and do your best to navigate the narrow hallway lined with people making out.

A sigh of relief escapes your lungs when you finally reach your destination, and you shut the door behind the two of you. Sarah raises her eyebrows when you plop your bag on the counter and start rummaging, only relenting when you finally find what you're looking for.

Two articles of clothing are dangling from your hands as you give her a mischievous smile and she puts the pieces together.

"You didn't really believe that I'm wearing this the whole time? Come on, Sarah." You giggle, and she gives you a blinding smile.

"You're such a troublemaker and I love it."

She helps you tie the straps behind your back, and looks over the outfit. It's nothing crazy; just a silk crop top and shorts, but it leaves little to the imagination in terms of your figure. It accentuates every curve perfectly, and you admire your reflection.

"Listen, I have to change back before we leave. I'm gonna need your help standing up."

She links her arms with yours and leads you back into the hall with her head leaning on your shoulder.

"Whatever, wherever, whenever. You know I've got you." She promises, and the two of you make your way to the kitchen for drinks.

Topper does a double take when he sees you across the room, and nearly drops his cup of water. He knows you weren't wearing that a few minutes ago because he'd laughed when you walked in covered head to toe.

Rafe called and asked him to stay in the background and watch you, insisting he was going to make you wear a snowsuit. Topper didn't believe him and was shocked that his friend managed to get you to leave the house like that. So imagine his surprise when there are miles of glitter-covered skin on display as laser beams reflect off your legs.

He snaps a picture and sends it to Rafe with a question mark before tucking his phone back in his pocket with a sigh. He doesn't mean to snitch, but he also understands why Rafe is the way he is.

You don't see the way men look at you, but Rafe does. He hears the comments they make under their breath when they think no one is listening. He knows how beautiful and trusting you are, and unfortunately, he knows that men prey on that.

Rafe opens up the message and rubs his hand across his mouth while pacing as he takes in your appearance. He's debating what to do when he accidentally plays the live photo and pauses. He plays it again and bolts to his Rover.

He no longer cares about what you're wearing; he's focused on the man who was shamelessly eye fucking you with a malicious grin.

Your nose scrunches with disgust when you pry your hand away from the sticky countertop, and you take a long swig of your concoction.

"Let's dance!" You shout, and Sarah nods while grabbing your hand to lead the way.

It's not even five minutes before the fun is interrupted, and your hips stop swaying the second you feel someone's arm wrap around your bare waist.

Sarah stops and turns around with a frown when she notices, and she instantly straightens up.

"I've been watching you for a minute. You wanna dance?"

His breath is hot against your ear in the worst way as he presses into your ass, and you try to sidestep him to no avail.

"No thanks."

You attempt to pry his bruising grip off of your flesh, but his fingers only dig in further causing you to wince.

"Oh come on, it's just dancing."

You're just about to whip around and slap him when you see Sarah's eyes widen, and worry washes over you.

"Busted."

Before you can ask what she means, the man is being ripped backward and you stumble a bit at the force.

"She said no, asshole."

The relief of hearing Rafe's voice outweighs the fear of being caught, and you allow him to pull your arm until you're tucked safely behind him.

"Get your own girl, man."

The man laughs and Rafe goes from protective to homicidal as he stands up taller and angles his chin down to stare at him. The slightly shorter man looks between you and Rafe a few times before scoffing and nodding his head.

"Of course."

Rafe ignores him and turns to you, his mouth set in a hard line as you give him a sheepish smile.

"It's not what it looks like."

Rafe's head tilts to the side as his jaw clenches, and you purse your lips.

"Right, I'll just-."

You cut yourself off and point your thumb behind you before taking a step back to let Rafe handle it. His attention turns to Sarah for a split second and he nods his head to the side.

"Find Topper and get home."

He's about to lead you outside when the man decides to press his luck and speak again.

"Just for the future, you shouldn't let her go out looking like a whore if you aren't cool with sharing."

Everything seems to stop as the words hang in the air, and Rafe freezes midstride.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

He turns his head just enough to see over his shoulder, and the man smirks.

"You clearly heard me."

Everyone watches with bated breath, and your entire face contorts as you realize what's about to happen.

"Yeah, and you clearly know better than to say it again."

Rafe takes a step forward, and everyone waits for the hammer to come down.

"Look it's been a long day, so I suggest you turn and run before I take it out on you because I'm really not in the fucking mood."

He watches as the man gulps and backs away before nodding with a devilish grin.

"That's what I thought.

Much to your surprise, it doesn't escalate any further and Rafe is by your side with one long stride.

You give Sarah a small wave and she raises her cup in acknowledgment, not the least bit surprised at the turn of events. When it comes to matters concerning your safety, Rafe has eyes and ears in every corner of the town.

You don't resist when his hand returns to the small of your back and guides you forward, always keeping you in his line of sight. Your head stays down with your eyes glued to the floor as the crowd parts like the

Red Sea and against your better judgment, you flash your Middle finger in the direction of a few snide remarks and giggles.

You don't dare to slow down or look back at Rafe, not wanting to make it worse. You love to push Rafe's buttons on any given day, but you know when you've gone too far and this is not a time for arguing.

You let Rafe direct you toward the car and focus on your stride without looking up once until you stop at the passenger door. You sidestep a bit so he can reach the handle and fight back a small smile.

It was established early on that you're not allowed to open doors; even when Rafe is fuming that rule still holds true.

Rafe's touch is gentle as he helps you into the passenger seat and he slows down just enough to make sure you're buckled before kissing your cheek and returning to his hardass demeanor.

You watch as he rounds to the driver's side and climbs in, his right hand still coming to rest on your thigh like usual. You pick at your nails as he drives toward Tannyhill and put on your best innocent act.

"I can expl-" You start, but your mouth snaps shut when you see Rafe glare at you before turning back to the road.

It's silent for the rest of the drive and fifteen agonizing minutes later, you're trekking up the stairs to your shared bedroom with Rafe. He diverts to the kitchen and you continue on your path, hoping to be asleep before he returns so you can avoid the confrontation.

You're freshly showered and seconds from climbing under the covers when the door finally opens and Rafe walks in slowly. You straighten up and shift back and forth a few times, squirming under his intense gaze as he stares you down.

"I'm sorry." You try, but Rafe just shakes his head and scratches his temple while pacing a few times.

"Why are you so goddamn stubborn? It can work in your favor sometimes but fuck, look at the situations you get yourself into! All because you want to be a disobedient and vindictive brat."

He chuckles under his breath and you gulp, unsure how nasty this is going to get. Rafe will forgive you with a bat of your lashes most of the time, but not right now.

"What if I wasn't there, huh? What if I didn't have Topper keeping an eye on you?"

He gesticulates wildly as your temper starts to rise, and you frown.

"What do you mean you had Topper keeping an eye on me?"

Your hands rest on your hips as you squint across the room at him, and he tries to think of a justification. He comes up empty and your eyes widen as your mouth falls open.

"You are unbelievable!" You shout, and Rafe nearly flinches at the anger directed toward him.

"You don't fucking trust me so you have to have your goons babysit me?!"

Rafe takes a step closer, dark eyes and flared nostrils matching your own as you prepare for an argument.

"How can I trust you when you're a fucking liar, Y/N? You sneak around and put yourself into risky situations just to piss me off!"

Regret consumes him the second the words leave his mouth, and he softens when hurt flashes across your features at the insult and implication. He tries to reach for your hand but it's too late and he knows it; he can see the walls going up as you shut him out and sighs internally.

"Fuck you, Rafe."

The words spew like acid, and Rafe nearly buckles when you step into your cow slippers and open the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?"

You pause for a split second in the doorway and contemplate before landing on an answer.

"To sleep in Sarah's room. Wouldn't want you in the same bed as a liar and a whore. I mean, who knows if Y/N is even my name?"

His eyes squeeze shut when the door slams, and he sits on the edge of the bed while running over the events of the night. You let yourself into Sarah's room and collapse onto her bed, resting your cheek against your folded arm.

Thankfully she isn't back yet, which means you have the oppurtunity to calm down and process for a moment before inevitably returning to Rafe.

However, you don't get much of a chance before Rafe knocks softly and cracks the door open.

"Can I come in?"

He sounds tired, and part of you does feel bad for ruining his night and keeping him awake. A bigger part of you is fuming at his insinuations and actions, determined to make him suffer.

"No." You answer flatly, and you can almost hear Rafe roll his eyes.

"Okay."

You think for a moment that he actually left but the thought is cut short when the mattress dips behind you.

"You don't seem to be in the mood to talk, so you can just listen."

You don't respond, and keep your face buried away from him. Despite your obnoxious determination to prove a point, Rafe doesn't falter for a second.

He's used to the attitude and grips your arm to move you onto your side with ease.

"It's not that I don't trust you. I don't trust them. I hear the way these guys talk about you when they don't know I'm in the locker room and just passing on the street."

The confession causes your anger to start cooling and you willingly shift to be more open to him. As much as you love Rafe, you hate that he's able to disarm you with little to no effort regardless of how pissed off you are.

"Every single one I've caught has paid for it, but I know I can't get them all. They look at you like your prey, and I can't stomach the idea of something happening. They're just waiting for the time to strike, and tonight proved that."

Any and all fight left in your body dissipates, and you feel yourself deflate.

"Why can't you just say that Rafe?" You frown and he rubs his hand down his face with a sigh.

"I don't want you to have to think about it. That's what I'm for; protecting you so you can live freely."

Your heart melts at the sentiment and you close the distance between the two of you.

"That's sweet, Rafe, but I'm not a little kid. I can hold my own better than you think."

He shoots you a skeptical look and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

"Fine, why don't you show me some self-defense moves so I can protect myself?" You suggest, but he doesn't look thrilled at the idea.

"I don't know if that's a go-"

He's cut off by your taunting chuckle as you tilt your head to the side in mock disbelief.

"What? Are you scared?"

His eyes narrow in annoyance, and you smile victoriously the second you know you won.

"Fine. Let's get to bed and I'll take you to the gym tomorrow after my meetings."

You don't get a chance to argue before you're slung over his broad shoulder and whisked back down the hall. Your loud giggles fill the room when he tosses you down on the mattress and climbs in; laughing as he forces you under the blanket and secures you in place against his chest.

"Goodnight. I love you." He mutters, and you hum in acknowledgment before pressing a short kiss to his skin.

"I love you too."

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isaegi · 7 months

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CRAVINGS

feat. gojo satoru x reader (gn)

includes: canon divergence (au), pining gojo teehee, fluff, strangers (gojo is a persistent customer at your workplace, absolutely does NOT let up) to hinted luvers mwahaha, JUST SO FLUFFY GOJOS SO DNJAUDSHUFAEK :((

A/N: absolutely have to share this drabble/headcanon idea that has been plaguing my thoughts for the past few weeks with you guys. definitely have thoughts of turning this into a proper fic

MEET CUTE (but it turns ???) with Gojo Satoru who slowly becomes your diner’s most regular customer— and it all whittles down because of you.

It all starts when Gojo bursts in through the diner's entrance during your closing shift while his best buddy, Geto, is waiting for him in his old man's car. The engine runs loud and persistent, and you can practically feel the base of music from his car thumping from where you stood behind the counter.

Despite there being literally no one else in the restaurant save for a couple of employees cleaning down tables for the night, Gojo still has the audacity to open his mouth and ask, "You guys still open?"

"Gojo, there's 5 minutes until closing." You hear your supervisor, Utahime, grit from behind clenched teeth. Her face most likely contorted into a forced smile, you're sure. "You can come back tomorrow at a more appropriate hour."

"Come on, Utahimeee~" you hear the white-haired male groan, ignoring her quick remark for him not to call her by her first name so casually. "Throw me a bone here; it'll be quick I promise."

"The chefs are already packed up and heading out for the night," she throws over her shoulder, "and I suggest that you and geto go do the same." With that, Utahime's already swiftly turning on her heel to make a sharp beeline toward her office stationed beside the kitchen.

Honestly, you feel kind of bad for the guy. But it seems like this isn't his first incident of walking into the Iori's family business just minutes before closing.

Now it’s just you, that tall— stupidly attractive— stranger and the sound of the door creaking shut behind Utahime that accompanies the silence that hangs in the room that you both share. Despite being turned away, Gojo had yet to turn and head back out into the vacant parking lot— save for his car and Geto who is still waiting for him in it.

Blue eyes soft with confusion paired with pink, pouty glossed lips graced his face. If Utahime wasn't gonna throw him a bone, you might as well. Besides, the sooner you send him on his way with whatever he came here for, the better. You wouldn't wanna have to stick around for when Utahime comes back into the dining area to chew him out.

"What were you looking for, specifically?" you pipe up from the counter. "If it's anything from the display I'm sure I can just throw it in a to-go container for you."

Gojo flicks his attention away from Utahime's office door to you. You can't quite place your finger on the emotions he's wearing, but the face of pure disbelief is one that automatically strikes you.

"You serious?"

You nod, already shifting your attention away from his starstruck gaze to head toward the dessert display. It's only a small gesture of kindness that you'll be contributing, nothing too grand. So, it's no biggie. "As long as word doesn't get back to her, it should be fine."

Just hand him whatever and send him on his way. It'll be a one-time thing.

"Tell on you to her?" Gojo joins you on the other side of the display case, eyeing you through the glass when you bend down to unlock the sliding door. "I could never."

You drag your eyes away from the display up to his face, only to find that he's already staring at you. Okay, cool! You bite down a yelp and suppress the strangled noise with a cough. "So, which one would you like?"

Again, Gojo's face is unreadable, but you watch how his eyes trail along your face, drinking you in. Almost as if he were to blink, you'd disappear right before his very eyes. And with how close he is you can really see it. Really take in how pretty this man is.

After what feels like forever in a matter of mere seconds, Gojo's gaze finally flits down to your hand awkwardly hovering over a sad-looking piece of purin. "I'll take that one," he says, nodding his head toward the custard.

You blink. "Oh—" You clear your throat. Out of all the different pastries on the shelves, he chooses that one? "Okay..."

You reach for one of the plastic containers stationed under the display counter and peel the packaging open. Grabbing one of the tongs, you reach for the purin and slowly yet surely make your way to plop its contents into the container for this man.

Everything was going peachy until the moment a part of the custard grazed the thumb of where you were holding the container— effectively ruining a bit of its circular shape.

"Shit." You curse, immediately flicking away the caramel that grazed your finger. You pray and hope and pray to whatever higher power that he wasn't watching this whole ordeal go down. You shoot him a quick glance to confirm your suspicions.

He's still watching you.

You ignore his breathless chuckle at you, and in turn you choose to watch as he reaches for his back pocket for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

"Don't worry about it. It would've been tossed anyway," you assure, waving your hands to further drive home the point to him that there was no need to pay. You loved Utahime, but you absolutely did not want her grilling you tomorrow as to why your till was off, despite you dropping the entirety of your money the night prior.

"How about I—"

"By the time I step out here Gojo you better be gone! We're! Closed!" You hear your supervisor shout from the back.

The sigh Gojo heaves is one riddled with exhaustion and disappointment. Yet, he doesn't let the easy smile resting on his lips slip for a second.

"Thank you," he breathes, he lifts his hand— the one holding his dessert— and shakes it for emphasis as to what he was thanking you for. Still facing you Gojo takes a step back, "See you again, yeah?"

And he stands there. Waiting with his head tilted to the side, hand still pressed against the entrance door's handle.

You freeze like a deer caught in headlights. He's fucking waiting for you to respond. "Oh, uhm," you feel your face warm under the intensity of his gaze. "I guess?" What are the chances that you do see him again though?

Satisfied with your answer, Gojo nods. He backs out of the restaurant, humming an incessant tune under his breath as he trots back to his car.

Ever since that day— much to Utahime's utter confusion and exasperation— Gojo has been making more frequent visits to the diner. And with his visits came questions of where you were, if you still worked there, how you've been. So on and so forth.

Despite you telling him numerous times, that there's no need for him to pay back the favour, gojo still swings by. He still drops in and sits right in your section. Still acts like he doesn't no what's "good" from the menu and what's not. And still asks you for your recommendations whenever you do wind up having to take his order.

Coworkers of yours giggle, blush and squeal over to you whenever they are also encountered with the remarkable beauty and divinity that is Gojo Satoru. Their hushed whispers whenever they see him walk past the diner's doors. Their dejected whines when they realize he's walking out of their sections and slipping into the booth toward the back. Slipping his lanky, lean body into your section's booth.

It's like he can't let you out of his sight for long, because he craves the occurrence of running into you too much. He keeps coming back in hopes to be more familiar with you, and you with him.

HOPING THIS HEADCANON GOT YALL CRAZY LIKE I... HE'S SOFKJSDSRFKL :')) he deserves anything and everything. so this will most certainly be expanded on in a fuller fic with much more depth and nuance <333

just had to get this word vomit out! i hope u enjoyed :))) please let me know ur thoughts!

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #isaegi #i am SO gonna bring this to life #it is in the drafts #OH I LOVE YOU FOREVER SATORU <333 :(

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Working for the TVA meant you met a lot of cocky arrogant know it all variants but when it came to this Loki he was the worse. Both you and B-15 were taking bets on who got to prune him first, so far, she was winning.

Loki stood like a good boy next to the so-called Hunter b-15 as she drabbled on about something with Mobius, Loki's attention was focused elsewhere, that elsewhere was you. He notes the way the amour molded to your body perfectly. It shaped you hips, ass and breasts greatly. He also noted you were one of the few that refused to wear that ridiculous helmet and he was glad, he loved watching your hair fly round freely when you were kicking ass, or the way it flowed when you were storming up to him to give your two cents.

He always found a way to piss you off just so he had a reason to talk to you, he craved the attention you bestowed upon him even in the short bursts, he remembered every single one.

You glance over to the Trickster God and notice him staring. You roll your eyes, not again. You saw the way the shadows made his face look perfectly evil and you couldn't not help but feel your body react in a way that would end with you getting pruned if anyone found out.

The glance didn't go unnoticed by Loki, he smirked when his eyes locked with yours for the quickest second and darted away. Shortly after the group departed, Hunter went with Mobius, leaving you Loki alone in the room. Without saying anything you turn your heel and leave, but you hear him follow you. " Am I that bad you must leave my presence immediately? Or is there another reason, say you can't be trusted around me by yourself." You chuckle at him, and turn quickly, forcing him to stop and you to go straight into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, and it felt like bliss for a second, but you quickly tried pushing yourself out of his grip, his arms tighten. Loki looks down at you, eyes locking, he can feel your heart beating faster, he notes you are softer than all he imagined. Your body fits his perfectly. You try to speak but the words are struggling to come out. You don't want to admit it, but it feels so nice to have him wrapped around you. "Cat got your tongue Y/N?" His voice husky with need. "No?" He starts moving your bodies into a dark hidden corner of the TVA hallway. Loki moves his face closer to your, " I think you like this don't you Y/N. I can read you like one of Mobius's magazines, you want me just as much I want you. " You threw caution to the wind and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him come closer and kissed him. He just admitted the feelings were mutual. You feel him deepen the kiss, tongues clashing, he started grinding his length into you. You moan at the sensation, very soon you both are heavily breathing with want and need. Neither of you notice the figure behind the wall. Hunter B-15 peeks around the corner and smiles, gives two big thumbs up to Mobius and walks away.

#tom hiddleston #loki of asgard #loki #tomhiddleston #hiddlesarmy #tva loki #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x you

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𖦹track twenty-one: anything𖦹

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kuroo doesn't want to see her.

he's mad. he thinks about her and it's awful, the feeling that he gets. it's this anger that locks in his jaw and tenses his muscles and it is an aching in the hollows of his chest that pricks at his eyes and constricts his throat.

he's mad at her. every day she doesn't talk to him, it gets worse.

kuroo thought that maybe he was getting to know her better. he thought that maybe that he was starting to understand her, unlocking parts of her reserved only for those who earned it.

he thought that maybe he had earned it. he thought that maybe there was something different about the way she looked at him. he thought that when her hands intertwined behind his neck and she pulled him into her, that was it.

kuroo hates being wrong. he hates feeling stupid. he hates this gash in his chest. he hates that she made him feel this way and so he doesn’t want to see her. he doesn’t want to give her the opportunity to change things, at this point.

but he's pushing through crowds of drunken, sweaty people at a bar, and looking for any sign of her. because he can't really stop himself, because there is still some wounded part of him that is still hoping she might want him. and really, he's still oddly possessed by this urge to give her whatever it is she wants.

the first thing that goes wrong is that she doesn't answer her phone. he tries to call her, get her to meet him outside so they can talk free of the swarms of people and their echoing conversations but it goes straight to voicemail, and suddenly kuroo doesn't have a voice to say anything with.

second, when he finds her, tucked into a dimly lit corner of the bar, hidden from everyone else there and still coated in a sheen of sweat from her band's set, he sees she's not alone. there's someone unfamiliar there with her, a male frame leaning over her, caging her into the corner of the room.

something ugly beats in kuroo's chest at the sight. his first thought is something resentful and jealous and petty, and it's only cut off when he can see the look in her eyes, discomfort and ease clear as the sneer she wears. the stranger reaches up and places a hand on her arm, and she jerks away from his touch.

and that's the third thing that goes wrong.

something snaps in his gut, and his feet are carrying him towards her before he can really even process a fully formed thought. it's on instinct that a hand wraps harshly around the back of the stranger's collar and yanks him backwards. kuroo can't stop himself as he steps in front of her, placing his body between her and him.

it's just instinct.

maybe kuroo used a bit more force than needed, because the stranger hits the ground hard. he can hear it over the hum of the bar, and even more clearly, he can hear her soft whisper of, 'holy shit,' as the stranger hits the floor.

"what the fuck, man?" the stranger questions, stumbling to his feet and then quickly straightening out to size kuroo up, and then taking a step back once he does.

kuroo jerks his chin back towards the general direction of the crowd, "fuck off," he instructs, firm and bold, trying not to think of her, standing directly behind him, watching the scene unfold over his shoulder.

as if hung up by his own disbelief, the stranger stares on for just a moment before shaking his head, and turning on his heel, returning to disappear into the crowd. but not before he tosses up a pointed, deliberate middle finger in kuroo's direction.

and then it's just the two of them. tucked into the corner. and kuroo has to act before he loses his nerve. without looking at her, kuroo reaches out and grabs her by the wrist, dragging her along as he storms towards the back door of the bar.

she follows with no resistance.

it's not quite raining once they get outside. when kuroo drags her into the alleyway and turns to face her for the first time a week, there's a mist of rain that delicately fills the air between them. it almost blurs her, makes her look soft.

kuroo releases her wrist and takes a step back. "why'd you sleep with me?"

the question seems to catch her off guard. she gapes for a moment, mouth hanging slightly open like she's expecting some sort of answer to just fall from it. "i-i'm sorry," is all she manages to say.

kuroo blinks at her, desperate for her to say something more. "that's not an answer," he presses, patience torn in his voice.

i'm not good at this was the warning she had given him. he can see it now as she squirms under the pressure, hands knotting together and eyes dancing to avoid contact. she's not good at this. it looks like the words are choking her on the way out. "it's complicated, i'm complicated."

this isn't like her. for as long as kuroo has known her she has been bold and confident and sure. unbothered. it's not like her to blindly follow someone that drags her by the wrist. it's not like her to wear her discomfort on her expression like this.

it waters him down a bit. it cools his rage, to see her struggle. "tell me the truth. i just wanna understand."

it's not necessarily true. kuroo wants more than to understand. he wants go back and have it mean something. he wants her to be his, to have been his since the second his lips left deep purple marks on her skin.

she takes a deep breath, trying to steady the shaking of her voice and the trembling of her hands. "i'm still getting over a lot of things that have happened to me," she says, delicately, eyes fixed on her feet. "i do a lot of things i don't understand. i hurt people on purpose and i don't know why."

kuroo watches her breathing. her shoulders are slow to rise and slow to fall. it's methodical, the way she controls her breath. fixating on it keeps his head level. she raises her head, resting it back on the brick wall behind her. "my dad left when i was a kid. i didn't have anyone but my mom. and when you're raised like someone like that, you come out wrong. you do things wrong and the way you think is wrong."

she tilts her chin down, and finally looks at kuroo. her eyes met his, and his breathing hitches in his throat. "i slept with you because i like you a lot, and when my mom showed up it reminded me that i came out wrong. and i got scared, because i knew you'd figure it out sooner or later. so i hurt you on purpose so you wouldn't hurt me. and i'm sorry."

it's jarring, to hear her to admit it. kuroo flinches when she does. and he looks at her, her tensed shoulders and wide, wet eyes, and curses himself.

this is why he didn't want to see her. because he knew once he did, that the anger would dissipate like this, steaming off and evaporating into the mist.

he takes one, long step towards her and gentle reaches for her arm, pulling her into his chest, and she falls forward, letting him take hold of her. his arms snake around her back, holding her firmly in place, and she nuzzle her cheek into his chest, arms circling around his waist. "you're such an idiot," he says into her hair.

"i know," she mumbles into the fabric of his shirt.

"i've wanted you since i first saw you," he tells her, feeling more emboldened now that she's leaning into his embrace. "i'm not about to get scared off. i'm not about to change my mind."

he can feel her heartbeat hammer in her chest, it's erratic and fast and it increases the speed of his own. "i'll do something like this again, probably. i'll mess up. i'll do something else stupid."

kuroo figures that if that's the price he'll have to pay to keep her here, with him, in his arms, away from the people who want to use her and make her feel disposable, he'll pay it gladly. he places a kiss on the top of her head. "i don't care."

an: hmmmm. okay. idk. hmmm.

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year

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Blissfully ruined

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Genre and Warnings : NSFW/ 18+/ Fingering/ Oral (fem receiving)/ Sexual Intercourse/ Hair pulling/ Creampie/ One Shot

Summary : Built up tension turns into a night of pleasure.

Please do not read if you're a minor

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_ "Come on babe we have to go." he called out to you from where he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing his half bun as an annoyed expression was plastered across his face.

He hated those events the most, being forced to socialize with people, heroes, he sees on a daily basis as a UA teacher and a pro, when he would rather be laying in bed with you in his arms.

He doesn't see the point of it, and it's just more trouble than it's worth.

_ "Okay I'm ready!" you cheered excitedly as you emerged from your shared bedroom, wearing a beautiful evening dress that hugged your form perfectly.

_ "Oh fuck.." were his first words as soon as you came into view.

He took a few steps forward, caging you in his arms and bringing you flush against his chest, "can't we just blow this thing off and have fun of our own?" his longing eyes traveled down your plunging neckline as he licked his lips eagerly.

_ "We have to go Shouta," you giggled softly before pecking the corner of his mouth, "but.. I promise you a fun night as soon as we get back home." you winked playfully before untangling yourself from his persistent clutches, leaving him wide eyed and wondering if he'll have enough patience until later..

It was as hard as he expected it to be, watching you from across the enormous hall as you sipped your drink and exchanged laughter and pleasantries with your friends.

_ "Hey man! Did you hear what I just said?"

Of course he didn't, he didn't have enough regard to Hizashi's jokes like everyone around him did, nor did he give a damn about the consistent attempts to involve him in meaningless conversations. You had his undivided attention and you knew it.

You could see the intense desire in his eyes that followed your every move, and he wasn't trying to be subtle about it either, it was actually a miracle none of his friends had commented on it.

However, he wasn't the only one distracted by unholy thoughts, in fact, you were struggling yourself to keep a clear mind but it wasn't easy..

Of course it wasn't, seeing your man clad in an expensive black suit that accentuated his defined muscles was a rare view that you wanted to engrave in your brain, but more than anything, you just wanted to drag him home and rid him of his attire already.

You placed your empty glass down and bade your friends good night, before giving your boyfriend a side look and stepping out of the hall.

It took him mere seconds to follow you outside, eyes gleaming and jaw clenched in apparent irritation, "well that was a drag, come on let's hurry back home, I'm about to lose my mind because of you."

A shiver ran down your spine as you knew precisely what those words meant, and the drive home felt like an endless torture despite your apartment being only a few blocks away..

_ "Shouta wait, wait.. let me take my heels off first." you protested feebly, too consumed by your desire for the man kissing your neck to do anything further.

_ "I'm done waiting, you don't seem to understand how hard it's been for me to hold back, do you?" he hissed impatiently, lips leaving the abused flesh of your neck to latch onto your own expectant ones.

You were as desperate for him as he was for you, this dashing man -yours- who's able to weaken your knees and drive you mad with a simple touch.

You ran your hands down his chest, relishing the flexing muscles underneath your fingertips, and moaning against his lips as he pulled you closer to him.

_ "Shouta, take me to bed." you demanded in between eager kisses, and were granted your wish instantly afterwards, as he picked you up in his arms and marched straight to bed before placing you gently on top of the soft, fresh bedsheets.

Your hands moved to the fabric of your beautiful dress, working desperately on freeing you from the confining garment, only to be stopped by the familiar deep voice, "no honey, not yet."

Not yet..?

What he had in mind was a mystery to you, although to be frank, you were too aroused at that point to question his wishes.

You laid back down on your squishy mattress, looking into his darkening eyes and surrendering yourself completely to him, as anticipation ran through your veins.

_ "Gorgeous.." he muttered huskily, leaning in to place wet kisses along your exposed cleavage, "I've been craving this the whole evening, so I hope you're ready for it."

You arched off the bed with a cry of your beloved's name when his stubble grazed your sensitive skin, eyes rolling back and teeth sinking in your lower lip as his warm hands slipped under your dress and traveled up your enticing thighs.

You instinctively spread your legs further for him, silently inviting those long fingers to sink into your core.

_ "So eager already." his amused chuckle fanned over your neck as he teased, though his rough digits did slip under your panties as you hoped.

He fondled your sopping clit slowly -agonizingly so- as if to frustrate you further, to push you into vocalizing your desires, he's always been a tease after all.

His lips moved to claim yours in a heated liplock, and your hands shot up to clutch onto his raven locks as you wished to deepen the kiss.

And without a warning whatsoever, his fingers stopped moving for a moment to pull your panties down instead, removing the garment swiftly and hiking your dress up further, "I've got something even better for you," and you shivered as he whispered his promise against your lips, half lidded eyes twinkling as they followed his movements.

He sat up at once, licking his lips seductively before diving in to ravish your cunt, and doing so in a flash that all you could do was lay there and take it as uncontrollable trembles ran all over your body, and a slew of unintelligible words left your parted lips.

You squeezed your thighs around his neck as he teased your folds, eyes rolling back and soft fabric of your dress falling onto his head to conceal him from view and render his moves a mystery, "Shouta.." you mewled feeling his familiar hot tongue twisting around your clit, his movements were slow and deliberate as he caressed you exactly where you needed him to.

_ "Wait!" you gasped when the sneaky muscle breached your hole and grazed your sensitive gummy walls as it moved in circular motions, and the slight shaking of your legs as they further tightened up on his neck, were a clear sign of your approaching release.

You grabbed onto the bedsheets beneath you and bucked your hips against his face as his tongue fucked you faster and deeper, "I'm cumming! Shouta I'm cumming!" you squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered your warning as your pushes against his invading tongue quickened.

He hummed delightfully and carried on ravishing your cunt until you spasmed uncontrollably against him and finally came to a halt, and that was when he emerged from between your aching legs, sitting up and smiling mischievously before licking his lips to savor every last bit of your glistening slick, "delicious, as usual." he growled as he proceeded to unbutton his dress shirt unbelievably slow, almost in a teasing manner.

He knew what he was doing to you, your impatience was clear as day.

_ "Shouta.." and it was barely above a whisper as you struggled through labored breathing, reaching out for him with trembling arms that yearned for a touch, just one simple touch to quench your aching need.

_ "So glad to see your eagerness because honey, this is far from over." he purred softly, stripping off his button up and throwing it to the floor without a care in the world, and leaning in for a hasty kiss that left you thirsting for more.

Your blurred vision cleared up at last, and you swallowed thickly as you watched him slowly freeing his raging cock from the suffocating confinement of his pants. He was hard, painfully so, and you knew just by witnessing the throbbing shaft that he was at his limit already, "ready for me princess? I can wait for a few more minutes if you want, I would hate to overwhelm you."

However, his half lidded eyes and flushed skin, his struggle to control himself as he palmed his cock, only proved how hard it was for him to hold back, "I'm okay, I want you now Shouta, don't make me wait please." you pulled your dress up higher, exposing yourself to him again, your puffy little cunt squeezing around nothing and your whimpers were his cue to fill the emptiness in your core.

_ "I got you honey," were his words before sinking into your heat with a satisfied sigh that escaped his throat, you felt like heaven as your hot gummy walls hugged him perfectly, "fuck, you're driving me nuts.." he grunted blissfully as he clasped your thighs and started moving slowly, eyes watching your cute quivers of pleasure and sweet moans of satisfaction as you gathered the soft fabric of your dress in a wrinkled ball.

His thrusts were deliberately unrushed at first, relishing the thrilling friction created of your connection as he rolled his hips and touched that delicious spot within you.

_ "Keep going.. please.." you were barely in control of your speech as you voiced your plea, everything about this man drove you closer to madness.

Everything..

The heavy shallow pants erupting from his heaving chest and fanning over your skin as he shaped your core into a perfect fit for his cock, his soft messy hair falling over his face as his half bun almost came undone, his knitted brows and glowing eyes watching you closely, the glimmering sheen of sweat covering his defined muscles, his big warm hands gripping your hips tightly -to the point of bruising- and pinning you in place as his thrusts gradually quickened.

Just, everything..

_ "It feels so good inside of you, fuck, you're mine you get that?" he almost sounded desperate as he sank deeper into your heat, over and over and over again, searching your aroused face for a response that you struggled to provide between your uncontainable mewls.

_ "Yours.. yours.. always.." you let go of the wrinkled fabric of your dress at last, and dug your fingers in his arms instead, "kiss.."

He smiled softly hearing your shy request, leaning in until your chests touched, and pecked you once, just once —quick and gentle.

_ "Stop teasing me, you're mean.." you were adorable to him, all desperate and needy, and he couldn't resist the urge to devour your pouty lips.

You pulled on his hair and let out a yearning whine as he sucked on your tongue, and it drove him so wild that his hips slammed harder and faster against yours.

You were at the edge of an overwhelming orgasm that awaited you both, and it wasn't going to take much longer until you crumble in each other's embrace.

_ "Shouta.. oh God I'm.." your heart pounded in your chest and your legs tensed around your lover's waist as heat started pooling within you.

_ "I know sweetheart, me too, fuck.." he growled against your neck while his thrusts became erratic.

_ "Don't pull out, please cum inside me!" you couldn't understand what came over you at that moment, your words surprised you as much as they did him, but one thing for sure, you didn't regret any of it.

His cock pulsated deep into your core as the smooth head kissed your cervix, "I love you princess.."

His murmured words vibrated against your collarbone and they were enough to send shockwaves of pleasure throughout your veins.

You cried out his name and fluttered uncontrollably around his cock, your nails digging into his shoulders as you felt his warm pearly seeds coating your walls.

He finally pulled out of you, allowing his sperm to trickle down your cunt, and kissed your temple lazily before trapping you under his weight while your poor beautiful dress was crumpled between your spent bodies, "are you feeling alright?"

_ "Perfect, but you ruined my dress so I hope you're happy." you whined playfully, biting down on his neck and licking the spot right after.

_ "Oh I'm very happy, and I'll buy you a new one so don't worry about it." he cooed softly, with the intention of ruining the promised garment as well as he did this one.

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xxhispieceofheavenxx · 1 year

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can i pls request remus being jealous and (non-toxically lol) possessive when seeing reader with someone else 🫣

Hello!!! I'm so sorry this took so long to get out, this week has been completely out of control for some reason. But here it is! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting. My ask box is open.

Wc: 1k

Cw: It's just fluff, a few swear words

He was already having a bad day, the full moon looming close, only two days away. His day started at 5:30, with James throwing around his quidditch equipment, claiming he was late for his daily training. Then when he finally managed to fall back asleep, he didn't hear his alarm go off, making him late for potions, his least favourite subject. Thankfully Slughorn didn't give him a hard time, unlike Snape, who had made fun of his brewing abilities. And no matter how much Lily had helped him to finish and pass the assignment, his mood hadn't improved; it actually soured, thinking he was useless at potions kept distracting him from his other classes. So when lunchtime came, he was in an even worst mood than before.

Remus sits next to Sirius, who is excitedly talking with James, Marlene and Peter. He pinches his nose, feeling a headache growing at his temples. His eyes open to see his girlfriend talking with Adam, a Ravenclaw he is sure has had a crush on the sweet girl since first year. His brow furrows as he watches the boy touch her arm in what appears to be more than a friendly gesture.

He stands up, ready to stomp his way over there and give the blonde boy a piece of his mind. Before he can take a step, James' voice interrupts him.

"Where are you going, Moony?"

The curly-haired boy turns around to see where his friend's eyes were directed.

"Moons," James turns back to him "You're going to be upset if you go over there and cause a scene."

"No, I'm not."

"The full moon is in two days." James gives him a knowing look that makes him sit back down. Remus knows that in the days before the full moon, he becomes irritable and explosive when pushed.

"I hate that guy." His eyes roll as an unpleasant look forms on his face. "He is always all over her, and she is too fucking nice to tell him to sod off."

"I know." James' voice is gentle in understanding. "If it makes you feel better, I'll knock off his broom next week when we play against Ravenclaw." A mischievous smile forms on his face.

Remus can't help his own smile at his friend's attempt at making him feel better; and at the image of Adam falling off his broom too.

"Sure, just make it look like an accident."

"I'm the best at making things seem like accidents." The boy gives him a wink before he takes a sip of his juice.

His eyes divert back to the pair, who are still talking by the entrance of the Great Hall. Remus' patience seems to wear out even faster when he sees the stiffness of her body. She's still smiling, but as time goes on, it seems more forced; she keeps moving her body to the Gryffindor table, clearly trying to end the conversation. But as the blonde keeps talking, she returns to her previous place just to do this awkward dance again. Deciding he's had enough, Remus gets up and stomps to them.

"Hey, love." His voice is sweet, unlike his eyes that send a murderous glance to Adam.

"Remus!" She turns to him, a smile plastered on her face. She opens her arms and hugs his neck, pulling him down to her height. "Get me out of here." She whispers in his ear.

Remus breaks the hug and smiles down at her as he tucks a rouge strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yes, hello, Remus." Says Adam through tight lips.

"Yes. Hi. I'm going to take my girlfriend away now, goodbye." He quickly turns on his heels, pulling her with him.

"Remus! That was rude!" She chastises him in a low voice when they are far away from the boy who is standing in his spot, mouth agape.

"I don't care." He grunts. "Come on, I know you're hungry. I saved you a spot." He turns to her with a smile.

With a sigh and shake of her head, they arrive at the table. Remus pulls out her chair so she can sit and then takes his own sit.

"Stop being cute, I'm trying to be upset with you."

"I'm not being cute, I'm just trying to take care of you." He grabs her hand and kisses it, making her grunt and hide her face with her other hand.

"This is being cute, Lupin." Accusing eyes stare at him. "You were rude to Adam."

"The bastard was making you uncomfortable."

"He wasn't making me uncomfortable."

"He wasn't letting you leave." He says in a knowing voice.

"Okay, he wasn't." She concedes. "But, he was just being friendly." Her statement is met with a snort and a roll of Remus' eyes. "You're just jealous."

"I am." He says easily as he leans on her shoulder, letting his nose tangle in her hair. "You'd be jealous too if you had the most amazing woman all to yourself." She giggles, making him smile.

"I have the most amazing guy, though." Her hand finds the back of his head.

"I'm sorry I was mean, I get possessive sometimes." His soft voice reaches her ears.

"I like how possessive you are, but maybe next time be a little bit nicer." He takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent, allowing it to calm him.

"I'll try when it's not so close to the full moon." He pulls back just enough to kiss her lips.

"Are you guys going to eat each other instead of the food, or what?" Sirius' voice makes them pull apart.

"Shut up, pads. They're having a moment." James interrupts his teasing, making her laugh. Everything seems to be better now, maybe he just needed her to turn his bad day good.

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sports-on-sundays · 24 days

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red wine / CS55

Summary: mafia!husband!Carlos x wife!reader - ANGST. You want to get out of the marriage you regret, but Carlos won't let you go.

Warnings: "dark fic," mention of murder, angst, toxic relationship, forced relationship, kissing, biting, sexual touching (nothing too serious), screaming, crying, despair, disrespect, if I missed anything let me know

Requested?: No.

You stare at the wine in your glass, slowly spinning and sloshing the bloody liquid, staring past it into the dark. You don't even look up as you hear the door open. You don't even look up as Carlos makes his way to you, immediately wrapping his muscly arms around you, slipping his hand under the low collar of your silky dress.

"Someone is needy," you say boredly, setting the glass down. Your eyes are glazed over as you mutter, "I'm not in the mood right now."

"I am," he mutters in your ear, his hand travelling further down.

"I'm aware, Carlos," you snap, slipping away from him, standing up to look down at him.

"What's wrong?" he says, taking your hand. He holds it a little too tightly.

You clench your jaw and mutter, "I'm getting sick of you. I want to get out."

He holds your hand even harder, and tugs you toward him. He wraps his arms around your middle and presses his cheek to your stomach, saying softly, "You know I can't let you do that."

"You're my biggest regret," you mutter, running and hand through his dark hair.

"What's done is done. Now I couldn't live without your sex and affection."

"But it's all in vain," you mutter, your voice even harder. "I though this would be worth it, for the money."

"You're gorgeous and rich, and I've helped you do that. You can't leave."

"What if I did?"

He grips you harder. "I won't let you. If you ever try, know that I'll find you. And you'll be in a lot of trouble."

You swallow. "What if I report you? Tell the police everything? Send you to jail?"

"Mi amor, you won't. You chose to marry me. And you've done horrific things yourself, no? We would be going to jail together. There's no separating yourself from me, and you know it," he purrs, pulling you down onto his lap.

You sigh as he begins kissing and biting at your neck, and hopelessly lean into it.

Carlos can barely keep his hands off of you before the dinner. He's been getting more... physical lately, but that's not even the part you're concerned about.

It's what he's been saying.

"Mi amor, are you comfortable? Are you happy?"

He never shows he cares about you, and you don't care about him, neither.

"Does this feel good, or do you want me to stop?"

He never cares about how you're feeling or your opinion.

"I'd do anything for you."

He's always showed he only cares about himself, and himself only. He's never done anything for you.

"I care about you so much. I wish I knew how to make you understand that."

He's never cared before.

You're sure this is just him trying to manipulate you to want to stay with him, but it's still strange. That shows he doesn't have enough faith in his own power and control to keep you.

Or it shows he really does care.

Which isn't very likely at all.

You stare into his black eyes, a hard expression in your eyes as his hands travel over your waist and he mutters in a low tone, "That dress looks so good on you."

You wear a long black slit dress with no sleeves, a pair of long, black gloves, and high black heels. The only white thing on you is a small pearl necklace, high up on your neck.

Carlos, who is wearing a completely black suit himself, says as his hand travels over your necklace, "Isn't the outfit a little dark though...?"

"And yours isn't?"

He nods. "Fair. It won't matter; you're right." He leans away a bit, saying simply, "Our guest of honour should be here any minute now."

It's all apart of his plan, and you're just here to look pretty. He's inviting an enemy over to 'discuss terms of agreement,' and then plans to poison his wine and kill him, essentially.

Nothing too out of the ordinary.

So soon you sit next to Carlos, across from the other criminal, listening boredly to their manipulative and confusing words, just eating your food.

As they speak, you feel Carlos's hand discreetly gliding beneath the tablecloth, finding its way onto your thigh, slipping in between the slit in your dress. Despite the distraction, you attempt to maintain composure and concentrate on your meal, while his large hand caresses and strokes your thigh, gradually making it's way up, higher and higher.

Suddenly you grab his hand hard, right when you think he's about to go too far, and breathe, "Carlos... Why don't you go get that new wine you bought in mind of Señor Moreno's visit? I'm dying to try it, amor."

You can't help but let out a relieved sigh as Carlos's hand slowly slips back to himself. "Right," he smiles, exchanging a look with you. "I'll go get the wine."

So soon, he has a glass for each of you. You sip from yours. You know Carlos told you the effects of the poison won't come on right away, but you still find yourself eyeing the guest.

"This is good wine, Sainz..." the man says, and the two continue their conversation.

Apparently, the man leaves before the poison can kick in.

"Is that normal?" you ask, leaning over the table to look into Carlos eyes.

"Of course it is. He certainly won't be alive to wake up in the morning."

You nod slowly, and suddenly stand up, walking to the living room. Carlos, of course, follows, and you say, not even turning to face him, "I didn't like what you were doing during dinner."

His hand grips your waist from behind, "Yes, you did."

But you spin on your heel, knocking his hand away and snap, "No, I didn't! I don't want you touching me like that!"

He seems only slightly surprised by the sudden outburst, and responds, "I'm your husband! Why should I not touch you how I like?"

"Because I don't want you to be my husband!" you suddenly scream, letting out trapped emotions of days, and weeks. And years. "I hate you!" The anger seems to be hitting your head, making you dizzy, making everything shift a little. Blurry with rage. And hurt.

"You chose to marry me!"

"What if I were to chose to divorce you?"

"I won't let you!" he shouts back, his eyes looking slightly desperate.

Slightly fearful.

"And that's why I ha- h- hate-"

And then everything slows down. Everything turns red and wrong and-

Carlos watches as you seem to freeze, mouth and eyes wide open.

And then, you crumble to the floor.

Carlos dives to his knees, and catches you in his arms and lap right before you hit the floor.

Outside of himself, his voice screams your name.

Thoughts scream in his mind.

"Y/n!"

And then it hits him.

Did she somehow get the poisoned glass?

"No... no..." he gasps, holding you close to him. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he gasps. "Please... please don't leave me... I do love you... I really do... I would... I just don't know how to treat you right... but I want to... I would change for you... Please... I would... just please don't..."

Your blurry vision falters as you look up at him with half lidded eyes. You feel him lean down and press his lips to your sweating forehead. "Please," he gasps, tears flooding his eyes. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Carlos sees you try to speak, but fail. He watches as you weakly, gently allow your eyes and mouth to shut.

"No!" he cries.

Your body goes limper in his arms.

"Y/n!" he screams as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. "Y/n, wake up! Answer me!"

He never cries.

I just didn't know how to do the right thing, his mind screams. Is this my punishment? For all I've ever done? That the only person I have that still loves me is now going to die by my hand?

"Y/n... please..." he breathes, wiping his own tear off your lovely, smooth cheek.

He sits, frozen, staring at his wife.

And then his head leans back, accepting it, letting it hit him, and the most anguished cry of your name escapes his lips, reaching every single corner of the whole house.

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slayfics · 10 months

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Truth or Dare

Muichiro x Reader short series

The game of truth or dare continues.

Warnings: Muichiro aged up | Story is a little suggestive~

Part 2

Mitsuri easily slipped into your uniform and then offered to help you with hers as it was trickery to wear.

"Oh wow... aren't you ever worried... some things might slip out?" you asked as Mitsuri helped adjust you.

"I was superrrr embarrassed the first time I tried it on. I suppose I'm used to it now, and it helped that Iguro bought me long socks to cover my legs."

"Hm... he really likes you," you said almost to yourself.

"You think so?" She said turning pink.

"Oh yeah, it's painfully obvious." You stated as Mitsuri continued helping you in silence, but the pink shade on her face remained.

"Ok, ready?" She asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be I suppose."

"Oh don't worry, you look so cute!" She said smiling and walked out of the room. You followed close behind her hoping to hide behind her.

Obanai turned quickly to see Mitsuri in your less revealing outfit. He immediately noticed how far more comfortable she seemed. He found himself wishing Mitsuri had made more of a fuss about her outfit. Not that he didn't enjoy the view, but it pained him to know how uncomfortable she was in it, and he didn't like the thought of others looking at her.

"This is really comfy!" Mitsuri said as she walked back to sit by the table. That's when Muichiro saw you in Mitsuir's outfit. His pupils instantly dilated and his eyes followed you as you came to sit back down next to him. You continued looking down and tried not to look at Muichiro as embarrassment took over you. You felt exceptionally vulnerable in Mitsuri's outfit, and it made you nervous feeling his eyes intently on you.

"Ahem!" Mitsuri cleared her throat. "Tokito, it's rude to stare so hard..." she stated. Muichiro snapped his head away from you, forcing himself not to stare any further.

"My apologies,” he said, but he kept stealing glances at you every so often.

"Ok well, I suppose it's my turn," Mitsuri said, watching Tokito's face flush each time he stole a glance at your exposed skin.

"Tokito, I chose you." Mitsuri chose.

"Hu?" He said, seeming to snap out of his daydream caused by the sight of you.

"Truth or dare?" She asked.

"Dare." He said fighting the urge to turn and look at you again.

"Well I see you can't seem to take your eyes off of them so I think you should kiss them," Mitsuri said, a blush forming on her face from her own idea.

You felt the blood drain from your face from the shock of her dare. She dared Muichiro to kiss you?? That wouldn't happen, surely the Hashira would refuse you thought.

"Ok." He stated simply.

Your body couldn't move even if you wanted it to. Muichiro said ok? Was this real life? You suddenly became aware of your abnormal breathing.

"You alright? Not going to pass out on us are you?" Obanai said mockingly at you.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I'll do the truth instead." Muichiro offered, confusing your reaction for disapproval.

How gentlemanly of him you thought. That only makes him more attractive. You froze in the moment trying to gather your thoughts. Crap. Speak you yelled internally at yourself. You had to say something before Muichiro opted to do the truth instead, but your face was starting to gather sweat and your hands were shaking.

"No! It's ok!" You managed to squeak out feeling like you were indeed going to pass out.

"You're so obvious it's embarrassing," Obanai said laughing.

"Hmm?" Muichiro looked at him curiously.

"It's obvious she has a crush on you," Obanai stated.

You wanted to yell at him. Who was Obanai to be making fun of someone for that?? He's the one that is so head over heels for Mitsuri that the whole demon slayer corps knows it! At least you've managed to mask your feelings more than him.

"You like me?" Muichiro asked, his eyes lit up and he moved closer to you. All the bitterness you were feeling towards Obanai washed away at that Hashiras proximity getting closer to you. All you could manage to do was feebly nod your head.

Muichiro took your disclosure as consent for him to kiss you and moved closer to you. You felt your heart pounding as the Hashira gently pressed his lips to yours and it felt like fireworks went off in your head at his touch. Everything else seemed to melt away at that moment as you lost yourself in his touch.

He pulled away after a few moments and it took everything in you not to grab him and pull him back. It was impossible to speak but you wanted so badly to divulge the depths of your feelings to him.

"Mphf!" You heard and were taken back to the room. It was only now you remembered Mitsuri and Obanai were here. You looked over to see Mitsuri hiding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry that was just so adorable!" She said into her hands.

"I believe it's my turn then?" Muichrio asked.

"Yup!" Mitsuri said, bringing her head up, her face dark red at witnessing the event of you and Muichiro kissing.

"Hmm ok, I dare myself to kiss you again," Muichiro said, looking at you.

Everyone in the room seemed to freeze. You felt like you were really going to pass out now. He wanted to kiss you again? This truly felt like a dream.

"Umm... I don't know if it works like that." Mitsuri said, placing her hand on the back of her neck. Obanai didn't say anything but his eyes were huge staring at Muichiro. The gull of this guy he thought.

"Hmm ok then. Iguro, why don't you kiss Miss Kanroji. It's clear you have feelings for her." Muichiro said, shrugging his shoulders.

"WHAT?!"" Obanai exclaimed, almost falling backward.

"Oh... it's ok if you don't want to Iguro." Mitsuri said, looking disappointed.

"No no... It's not that I uh-" Obanai couldn't seem to get any words out. Mitsuri watched him with expecting eyes, waiting patiently for him to gather his thoughts. As much as you wanted to tease Obanai for revenge, you took this distraction as a chance to talk to Muichiro.

"You know, you don't need a dare if you want to kiss me again." You said to Muichiro, a blush forming on your cheeks.

Muichiro's eyes widened at your invitation, and he quickly devised an excuse to be alone with you.

"Hey. I think we'll give you two some privacy for that dare." Muichiro said standing up and placing his hand out for you to grab.

"Oh ok." Mitsuri said, turning the darkest red you had ever seen her. The events of the night were too much for the Love Hashira to handle.

"Good luck." You said winking at Mitsuri as you got up and grabbed Muichiro's hand. Muichiro guided you down the hall to one of the vacant rooms in the mansion. The last sight you saw of the other two Hashiras was Obanai looking like he was on the brink of passing out as Mitsuri inched her way closer to him.

Thank you to everyone who was invested in this story! I’m tagged everyone here that asked, since when this is scheduled to post I might be away from my phone. Thank you again for your support, I hope you all enjoyed it 💚!

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This is a man's world, but she rules it.

💌 ⤻ THE MAFIA BOSS, VITTORIA COSTANZA ft. THE COVER

—> the devil wears prada.

⤻ reader is female (i really needed some delulu), kidnapping, typical mafia activities, toxic behaviour, posesseive and obsessive behaviour, mentions of misogyny, conversion therapy and homophobia, death, non-consensual kissing

notes: thank you to @ciaheyhimm for allowing me to use this character! isabella was originally a character from a mafia roleplay set in the 1940s to 50s. please go check that blog out, they are a historical blog and i believe that she is writing a book at the moment!

💌 ⤻ archives.

"Thank you for your help in locating down my dearest [y/n]." The woman in the shadows spoke. That accent, that strong accent and overbearing smell of perfume... you found yourself thinking of one single person that came to your mind. Even her heels, branded with her own fashion brand 'Costanza' confirmed to you who this person was.

"Of course, I am a bit disappointed that you — how do you say? — compromised their location and safety to me, even as their bodyguard." She spoke, your body still laying paralysed against the lush bed that Vittoria had no doubt prepared for you. Ribbons of the finest silk bound your hands together, even as the drug forced you to stay put. It seemed she wanted to be very very sure that you wouldn't escape her, again.

Even the dress you were wearing, it was designed by her. Her brand's ribbons were on your body, a mark of her.

Your Father had disapproved of your relationship, with both of you two being girls and all... but you hadn't expected her to go this far.

"I can't trust someone like that out of the field. Who knows, if someone offers you some money, if you'd spill the beans on this little stunt of mine." You heard something click, and your head snapped over, eyes widened.

Then a gunshot sounded, causing you to scream before a body slumped to the ground, blood bleeding out from the shadows.

"Ay, aye, my Belleza, you should have told me you were awake." Her hips swayed as she emerged from the shadows. Her beautiful crimson red dress showed off the body you loved so much.

"Vitta, what the hell." You muttered as your attempted to raise yourself out of bed, only to be held down by the drugs in your system and the silk ribbons restraining you.

Slowly, she stalked towards you, like you were a prey she was ready to kill and feast on. But then, she simply sits on the edge of 'your' bed and begins to undress herself, slipping her zipper down as it revealed a petticoat underneath, and a corset that held her curved body together like a contorted doll, laced too tightly. You were so happy to get her out of it at one point, but when she stripped this time, it was intimidating.

"Darling." She whispered as she leaned in to caress your cheek. "I had to." She smiled, and that smile was so wicked, like the demoness Lilith had come to life in front of you.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

When you first met Vittoria, it was at a gala. A gala meant to celebrate Vittoria Costanzo's newest fashion collection, based on something you didn't bother listening to. You dressed in whatever your Father wanted you to dress in, which was most of the time, dresses that appealed to the male gaze in hopes of finding you a catch of a husband he could give you away to.

"Ah... Mister [l/n], what a pleasure to meet you." The woman that approached you was stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair was tossed into victory curls, showing off her gorgeous neckline and strong collarbone. She was dressed head to toe in red, the colour of blood. Even her lips, so delicate and beautifully shaped, were stained in that perfect shade of crimson that seemed to draw in attention to her and only her. You wondered whether she had informed everyone that she was the only one allowed to wear red on that day.

"And who might this cute little lady be?" Little lady? You were about the same age as her.

"Ah, this is my daughter, I don't believe you've met." Grinned your Father as he pat you forward, introducing you to the woman.

"A pleasure to meet you." You curtsied quaintly.

Instead of returning the curtsey, Vittoria snatched your gloved hand and planted a kiss there. Like a gentleman would to a lady. The red lipstick stained your gloves, marking you as her own.

"The pleasure is all mine." Her eyes glinted and you felt your cheeks heat up, as if she could see right through you. "As much as I'd love to stay here and chat with the both of you, I have to go entertain the rest of my sponsors." Vittoria grinned charmingly, "I'm sure you understand, Mister [l/n]." She waved goodbye to the two of you and you swore you saw her wink in your direction.

Before you could compose yourself, you heard your father groan and gag. "I cannot believe a woman like her would dare show her face and intentions like that."

"What do you mean?" You turned to him. Your father was never a pleasant man, but he would never say something so outright.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned down. "That woman is rumoured to be queer." He spat out the word like it was the worst thing he could say. "Of course, a working woman would be something like that. She has no man in her life, so she wants to prey on innocent girls." Laughed your Father, which made you cringe.

"I will go get a cup of lemonade." You said to him as you flitted away like a butterfly as he went to talk to some other influential man.

Just as you picked out a drink, one of the waiters came over to you. "Madam Costanza has told me to deliver this message to you." You tilted your head as you looked at the tray he was carrying, a small card placed on it. You hesitantly took it and flipped it over, only reading it when you saw that no one was looking in your direction.

"That dress looks amazing on you. Perhaps if you come to my studio one of these days, I could design an even better dress for you." The card was sealed with a kiss from her red lipstick. Your gloved fingers smeared over the stain as you let out a sharp breath. The card wasn't signed, but you knew who had written it to tempt you.

Thus was the start of your affair with Vittoria Constanza, the most skilled fashion designer in Italy.

So how in the world did it end up this way? Your Father had figured out that you were having an affair with the lady and barred you from leaving your room, trying different forms of 'therapy' on you to convert you back into a normal woman. But nothing worked. He grew angrier day by day because of that. Not to mention, an illusive crime syndicate had decided to ruin his business with backstreet dealings. They exposed his tax fraud and more, which caused your Father to grow bankrupt and yet still, he did not allow you out of his grasp.

Then, that same mafia that ruined your family's business stormed your house. It was too obvious, not at all like the subtle actions the mafia normally acted out. It was chaotic and messy as they slaughtered any and all bodyguards that tried to fight back.

You felt strong arms behind you, force-feeding you some spill that you almost puked out. But the man simply shoved it in.

The last thing you saw was your Father's head being blown open by the a gun that Isabella held. She had pulled the trigger, and you screamed weakly before collapsing in the arms of the man.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Vittoria leaned over. "Are you feeling better? You've been out for a bit." She said in such a sweet tone, cooing at you like she had done when she cradled you in her arms inside of her fashion studio.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Vitta, Darling. Your Vittoria." She smiled. "Don't tell me those drugs changed your memory, my dear!" She chuckled. "I would have to kill the scientists that gave it to me."

"That's not what I meant!" You tried to get up, but you were restrained. Thank god the drug was starting to wear off, though, at least you could use your hands now. "You- you're part of the mafia." You said, terrified of the woman seated over you.

"Oh dear, I'm not just part of the mafia. When I join something, I make sure that I'm always at the top of it." Overconfidence dripped from her tongue as she rolled her eyes, "I rule the mafia. And I've taken you in to be a Queen by my side."

"Are you fucking crazy!" You yelled at her.

"Crazy in love, yes." She leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "I understand that you don't want to forgive me right now, but this is just a spat between lovers. You'll forgive me eventually." She smiled softly, pressing yet another kiss to your restrained form.

You weren't sure of what lay ahead this odd fate God had thrust you into but you were sure you would never forgive Vittoria.

"I love you." She whispered, pressing yet another kiss, this time to your forehead.

"In this world of shadows, you're the only light in my life. So I won't let you escape."

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Initiate

Male (Pure) Sydney x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: 18+ MDNI, dub-con, exhibitionism, chastity cage, oral (f. receiving)

An initiate who hasn't been seen in the temple in weeks, Sydney wonders what happened to you. Your visits to the church lessened and lessened, until one day you just stopped showing up. Your presence wasn't forgotten quickly, not just by him, but by all other members of the church. Whispers would flow through the walls, whispers of impurity, of falling into lust.

At school you were the pinnacle of kindness and popularity. Loved by all, and sweet even to those who aren't to you. He finds it hard to believe what the other initiates say. Yet you still never visited the temple.

Sydney knows it's wrong to follow you, he asked the goddess for forgiveness, but curiosity gets the better of him. What would keep someone formally so committed to the church away from it? And what it was, was a strange building. Only a few streets away from the shop his father had purchased, he watched you enter that unmarked place, the filthy metal grey door closing behind you. It was in an awful part of town, and sketchy as well. After hours went by, his worry for you grew.

Grasping at his cross, Sydney followed you inside. He was met with an awful scent, similar to the communion wine, but stronger, loud pounding music, and worst of all, a plethora of people, none of them looking as if they had good intentions. In the middle of the room was a stage, and on the stage was you. In a state of undress, you were only covering your modesty with a pair of underwear. So thin it could barely be called fabric, more like strings on your groin, not leaving much to the imagination.

He flushed beneath his thick glasses, wanting to say something, but also finding himself entranced with the crowd of people. Your dancing was mesmerizing, your body…Sydney gulped and gripped his holy pendant tighter. Your body was heavenly, even as sweat soaked between every crevice of it. Your plush thighs gripping the polr in front of you, your heel clad feet making you twirl, showing off all your assets.

The voice in his head that's telling him to leave is drowned out by the feeling in his shorts. For the first time in his life, his chastity cage holding his cock is uncomfortable, it's too tight, it's painful as his hardening length presses against the confines. He tries to leave, but he can't. Not when you're on the floor of the stage dancing, money cushioning the hard wood as more wads of cash are thrown at you.

The people around the stage are like ravenous animals, hands clawing for just a touch of your skin. Their lips spew such venomous words of what they want to do to you, objectifying your body in ways he's never heard before. Some are even…fondling themselves. It's a sight that makes him gasp in shock, turning his head away before forcing himself to look back. Sure enough it's true, as you dance lewdly across the floor, they're touching themselves. It's disgusting. But he doesn't feel himself growing softer in his pants.

You sit with your legs open, already towards the crowd with a mischievous smile. Your finger dips inside your thong, hooking around the fabric. Slowly, tantalizing, you pull it down your body, down your thighs, down your shins, and last your heels. You hold the thong up with your legs still spread, your pussy dripping as you toss it out into the crowd, where they practically tackle each other to take it.

Up on that stage where you sit naked, body bare for everyone to see, money being tossed at you left and right, you finally lock eyes with him. It's be hard not to notice him, clearly out of place in a grimy area such as this, and still wearing his neat school uniform. A look of shock forms on your face when you see him there, shock and shame, but it's gone before any of your patrons can notice. You're back to being a temptress, an erotic dancer of the night, you curl your finger at him, beckoning him closer. Like his body has no mind of his own, he steps to you.

You ease yourself closer to the edge of the stage, the height of it meaning he's face to face with your dripping core between your legs. He's never been so close to something like this before, not outside the church. It's glistening beneath the flashing lights and only getting wetter as his hazel eyes look upon it. The smell is intoxicating, sweet like honey, he wonders if your nectar tastes the same.

“C’mon, lick it,” your voice so sultry it's like a song, you gesture for him to come even closer, until he can feel the what of your cunt against his face, “Give them a show.”

He looks around at the room of peopy, all eyes on him. They're hungry. They're ravenous. They're waiting patiently. With shaking hands he reaches up to spread your folds, begging the goddess for forgiveness once again. His hesitant tongue slithers from his mouth and he traces a reluctant lick all the way from your hole to your slit. The taste is…delectable.

Sydney pulls away from a second, thinking about what he'd just done, but when he looks up and meets your eyes, your cheeks flushed as you pant, he can't find it in himself to care. He dives back into your cunt, lapping away at your folds messily. His tongue finds it's way inside you, his hand reaching up to rub at your clit. If you're putting on a performance, it's a good one, moaning and squirming against his ministrations.

He can hear the way the crowd cheers, hear their filthy words and disgusting comments. He can hear it all, but if sounds like nothing to him. Nothing matters to him. Not when you're tangling your fingers in his hair and dripping down his chin, coating his face in that delectable, honeyed wetness. His glasses grow foggy, but it doesn't matter. His fingers dig into your thighs as he sucks at your clit, making your hips buck off of the stage.

“Ahh…yes…yes Sydney, just like that,” you moan for him, body trembling beneath his touch.

You cum for him beautifully, a sense of pride filling him as you yank your body away from his touch to spasm on the stage. Your twitching cunt dripping down on all the bills below you. The crowds burst into cheers as Sydney’s mind looses it's cloudiness, as realization hits him. You pick up your clothes to leave the stage, but he's already rushing out the door before you can even dress. Our the door and down the street, he pants while wiping his mouth, trying to collect himself and think of what he did.

He'll have to stay on his knees for hours to pray for salvation and hope for forgiveness, it's only fair that he does. His chest heaving he looks down at his shorts, they're damp to the touch. He steps in an alleyway to the side to check on himself, opening his pants he sees his caged cock, covered and smeared in a white fluid.

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bokutosmochi · 6 months

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kinktober day six: cybersex!

I WANNA GET FREAKY ON CAMERA ♡ GOJO SATORU

fem!reader x gojo satoru

ingredients: what's a girl gonna do when she misses her boyfriend who's a continent away?

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: satoru talks to your pussy, fingering, mutual masturbation, cybersex

sugar level: 2.9k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub

parlor's note: inspired by this fanart by the amazing @/3aem

p.s: the guitar solo referenced at the end is in the song i don't wanna be me by the band type o negative. i recommend checking out that song, or at least that solo. it's so good and definitely one of my favorites.

bon appetit!

the only reason why you're here is because you were peer pressured to go.

most of the time, you would totally be down to attend parties your friends hosted, but you haven't been feeling like yourself lately. gojo was assigned to a three month long mission overseas and you were missing him dearly. funnily enough, that was also the reason why you were forced to go.

"c'mon, it's halloween." shoko rolled her eyes at you. "you can't not go just because gojo isn't here. besides, you clearly need a pick me up. you can't just lay around your bed, eating ice cream and sniffing his shirts that you wear forever." she gave you a pointed look. in defiance, you rolled your eyes, crossed your arms against your chest and gazed elsewhere, not caring about how childish it may have seemed.

you had no idea how she found out your daily activities since satoru has been gone. perhaps searching around your house for secret cameras that she planted would be a good idea. regardless, you sounded pretty pathetic when she put it like that, but still. were you not allowed to miss your boyfriend?

if that wasn't enough, shoko still had more to add. "plus, didn't you already buy a costume?"

and that's how you ended up in your current situation.

you could see how much effort shoko put into the party. her house, usually decorated with a minimalistic and classy aesthetic in mind, was home to countless realistic cobwebs and fake spiders all over the little items she had, like her clock and picture frames. there was also something dripping down the walls, though you couldn't tell whether it was supposed to be blood or some form of slime because of the red lighting that came from the few jack o'lanterns scattered around the house. the lack of proper lighting gave the room an eerie feel, and the scented candle that smells of burning leaves did not help. it was expertly made, including the songs that played. the playlist included songs from bands like bauhaus, siouxsie and the banshees, and lebanon hanover, then halloween classics like thriller and monster mash.

you're dressed in a less than appropriate black dress with red details which satoru chose. it's a bit plain by itself, but you added a corset that pushed your tits together nicely. the outfit's paired with black red bottom heels, gothic necklaces, and a makeup look that tied everything together.

"you're supposed to be here having fun, not moping around the snack table." shoko nudged you with her hip making you huff at her. "i'm allowed to miss my boyfriend." you said stubbornly. "he's been gone for almost three months now, we haven't spent that much time apart until, well, now." you looked at her with a sad look in your eyes that conveyed everything that you were feeling.

thankfully, it made her sigh in defeat, seemingly understanding what you're currently feeling. "ugh, fine, fine whatever." she waved it off. "just stop looking at me like a kicked puppy and try to have fun or something." she walked away.

a part of you felt guilty. after all, she was trying to make you feel better when you obviously aren't doing the best, but at the same time, she's been tugging you along to do different activities to keep your mind off of gojo's absence for so long now.

you're tired and you really just wanna be whiney and act like a lovestruck teenage girl.

thankfully for you, you didn't have much time to dwell on the feelings of guilt because you got a new notification on your phone -- satoru sent you a photo.

you really couldn't open it fast enough. with how you're missing him, you'd be thankful for anything he sends you, be it a photo of what he's having for dinner, a puppy he saw in the streets, a restaurant that piqued his interest, or a photo of him.

you cannot lie, you did heavily prefer the message being a picture of him. nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened it.

nothing could compare to the sight before you. not a photo of the finest michelin star dish, not a photo of a puppy that's your favorite breed, not a unique looking restaurant, because it's satoru.

his face is turned from the camera, but it's definitely satoru. his soft white hair is the most obvious reason why you think so, plus why would he send you a sexy photo of another man. aside from that, you've spend hours tracing over the muscles of his back, his biceps, and even more hours grasping at the flesh, digging your nails into it as he fucked you.

you wonder if he knows you miss him, or if he misses you and the reason why he sent that wasn't to tease you and show off what you can't have, but to get a reaction out of you so you can set up a video call with him.

a gut feeling tells you that it's probably both. he knows what kind of reaction he can get out of you from flexing those muscles.

whatever the answer may be, the truth remains: you can feel the slick forming between your folds and there's a familiar ache between your thighs.

you quickly run to one of shoko's guest bedrooms. thankfully, because of your training as a jujutsu sorcerer, you're able to get there in record time without bumping into anyone in the process.

you look at yourself in the mirror there, fixing strands of hair that has been messed up in your haste as well as straightening out your clothing before setting yourself down on the available bed and clicking on the video call button on your phone.

and like you've expected, satoru accepts it without a second to spare, as if he's waited by the phone after spending the photo, waiting for your flustered call. he has a knowing smirk on his face, one you know all too well.

"hey there, baby." he drawls. "wasn't expecting to see you here this late."

"satoru," it comes out as a breathless gasp that was not caused by the running. "i've missed you so much." you wriggle on the bed, getting comfortable.

his answering smile was cocky, but you spot the hint of warmth in his eyes and longing in the way his smile is bigger than it usually is. he doesn't have to say it verbally, he's missed you too.

"aww, did you, pretty girl? 'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long." he coos at you. "i promise i'll be there in a week, kay?"

he transfers the phone from one hand to the other, but while doing so, he lowers the camera view a bit, giving you a heart-stopping peek of his abs, something he definitely meant to do to rile you up some more, as if your brain wasn't going a hundred miles an hour right this second.

you rub your thighs together to give you that friction that you so desperately need. "that's not enough though." your voice comes out painfully needy and you know satoru isn't going to let you live that down anytime soon. the moment he gets home and gets his fill of you - even before that, maybe - he'll hold it over your head for the coming months -- and knowing satoru, it's not a long shot to say the coming years. he'll keep on blabbering something or other about "remember that time i had to go on a really long mission and you were whining to me on the phone about how much you needed me?" but you couldn't care less right now. he would be right, you need him so bad.

"aw, does my sweet angel need me? 'm sorry, baby, but i just can't be there right now." he explains like you didn't know that already. "tell you what though, if you ask me politely, maybe i'll find a way to help you out a bit, then make it up to you when i get home, yeah?"

"please 'toru?" you pout at the camera and flash him your puppy eyes. you know that those will work already, but wanted to do more so that's what you did. you subtly pushed your boobs together, internally thanking shoko for forcing you to go to this party because if not, you wouldn't be wearing this dress satoru loved so much. "i need you so bad. can you please help me out?"

"that's a sweet girl." you see him look down and hiss. the camera moves a bit too and you wonder if it's caused by him freeing his dick from his gray sweatpants.

"i want you to play with yourself for me." he states. "start with pulling the neckline of that dress down and letting me see those tits." he breathed. you hear wet sounds from his side and now you know he's already jerking off to you.

you changed your position, getting on your knees and using the pillow you were using so you'd have something to rest your phone on. when that was stable, you did what he asked of you.

you let yourself get into the moment first, caressing the skin around your neck, your collarbones first, humming at the sensual feeling, louder than usual so satoru would hear you clearly before your hands moved to the straps of your dress and pulled it down.

the clothing was quite tight so you still had to pull it down to expose your lacey bra, but satoru didn't mind. as much as he wanted to see your body, he did love that tight dress on you, cursing whoever assigned this mission to him because he wasn't able to be with you right this moment. he adored seeing the quality fabric hug the shape of your body, adored seeing your silhouette.

next to come off what your bra, and you made a show of that too, albeit a short one because satoru was so loud through the speaker of your phone. to say your neediness increased tenfold would be an understatement.

"there you go," gojo said as he watched your boobs bounce out of the shed undergarment. his gaze was fixed on your body. the lust was pouring out of his intense blue eyes. "play with them for me, baby."

you took your hands and squished your boobs together once more, gave them a final squeeze, then paid more attention to your nipples, erect from your arousal. you rolled them between your fingers, noticing that every time your eyes fluttered shut while you pinched them, satoru would let a particularly loud whimper.

but "it's not enough, toru, wan' more." you whispered. it was something he agreed with, murmuring a small "yeah," under his breath.

"i want you to spread your legs for me, baby." he waited for you to adjust before saying anything else.

you could feel the beads of sweat forming on your forehead, but couldn't be bothered to wipe them away. you changed the way you sat, now sitting on your ass, planting your feet firmly on the bed while your knees were raised so satoru would have an unobscured view of your pussy when your legs are spread.

you lifted the skirt of the dress up and over your legs until it's bunched up at your waist, letting satoru see your crotch and the patch of wetness on your panties.

the view made him curse under his breath.

"touch your thighs, yeah, just like that." even the simplest touch had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. it's been such a long time since you've been touched like this, and that fact paired with satoru's breathy voice and the slick sound of him tugging on his dick was a combination that could make you come untouched.

your hips started to move back and forth though there was nothing there that could ease the ache between your thighs. his praises of good girl, and you're doing so well for me, baby had your cunt pulsing against the cloth of your underwear. "'toru, more, please." your not want, but need was palpable through the way your voice cracked at the last words. "need it 'toru, please, fuck."

"write my name over those pretty little panties, baby."

little did you know, he was so close to coming. even closer than you were. he knew he couldn't come though, not yet. he'll bring you to the brink of pleasure first so you can do it together. it's the least he can do after leaving you along for so long, so he slows down his movements.

he didn't plan to start touching himself so early on. he wanted to start doing it at the same time you sank your fingers into your pussy, but he couldn't help himself after seeing you in that pretty dress he picked out. upon seeing that dress on the rack for the first time, he already knew you would look gorgeous in it. he thinks that you can wear a garbage bag and he'd still be itching to put his hands all over you, but god, did you look absolutely irresistible in that versace dress. and to think that you discouraged him from buying it at first because of the price.

it's worth every single yen.

it took everything in him to not speed the motions of his hands up when he saw you spell out g-o-j-o s-a-t-o-r-u along with a couple of hearts on the crotch of your already wet panties. he constantly had to repeat "slow down, slow down, slow down," in his head before he completely loses focus.

he decides that it's enough teasing, at least for today when you're both so desperate for one another.

to you, his next words are like a life line.

"take your panties off, baby. show me that pussy i love so much."

you breathe out a sigh of relief and delight and it seems like you can't take the lacey undergarment fast enough. you toss it somewhere in the room, too intoxicated by satoru's presence to care where it lands or if you'll still be able to find it later.

"there she is." he moans, gazing at your cunt. "missed my girl so much. look at how wet she is, bet she missed me too, huh?" his eyes flash to your face for a second, before returning to your pussy.

"missed you so much." you replied, touching yourself without needing instructions from satoru.

you started with your clit, drawing gentle circles on it with your index finger, then slowly pushing your middle and ring finger inside you.

you and satoru moaned each other's names at the same time for the first time in what feels like forever.

your digits moved fast inside you, pushing in and out of your gummy walls at such a pace where you could hear the wetness and feel little splatters of the sticky liquid coating your thighs.

"fuck, you're so wet." satoru hisses, and you don't hesitate to tell him the truth. "it's all for you 'toru," you whine, throwing your head back with your back arched. you imagine that it's his fingers inside of you instead of yours despite the way he can stretch you out in a way that your fingers never could.

"satoru," he was addicted with the way you said his name; like it's the sweetest prayer that could cleanse you of all your sins.

the coil in your belly winds and winds, continues to get tighter with every stroke of your finger. it clouds your brain, letting you forget about every single thought you could ever have, like how there's a party right outside the door and shoko, armed with the key, can walk in at any moment. the only thing on your mind is the way that satoru sounds as he fucks his fist, pretending that it was you, and the way your fingers feel as they pleasure you.

it's so overwhelming, the way you feel. you can't even hold yourself up anymore, having to scoot up the bed so you can lay against the headrest while one of your hands stroke your clit and the other thrusts in and out of you.

you're shaking now, as you address satoru once more. "'toru, 'm close. s' fuckin' close. can i come? please. fuck! ah-need it so, so bad." you're almost at the brink of tears as you plead at him.

"go ahead sweetheart, i'm right behind you."

thankfully for you, the sound of an electric guitar solo drowns out the sound of you screaming satoru's name, and you make no noise other than pants as you struggle to catch your breath.

satoru recovers a few seconds before you do.

"fuck," he runs a hand through his sweat slicked hair. "we need to do that again."

"no," you disagree with him, but too tired to glare. "i don't wanna go three months without you again."

"this was so hot though, baby. i'd pay good money to hear you beg like that again."

i get: reblog

you get: a personalized gojo selfie

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