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afab! Alec who doesn't respect the correct use of the contraceptive.
cw: smut. afab! chr. omegaverse. fingering. vaginal. mating press. womb fucking. knotting. mentioned incest. Alec is actually worried about getting pregnant. mean! reader. possessive! alec.
!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.
dark content ig.
“If you are not going to use it correctly, it's not worth using it.”
your fists trembled anxiously on top of your thighs as you watched with wide eyes Alec's fingers go deep inside his wet pink intimacy, with his legs spread wide and clit swollen, needing to tease you.
“You say that contraceptives were expensive.” you gasped, your throbbing making your head ache from how immersed you were looking at Alec; who was just smiling and biting his lip anxiously.
“alpha. ♡ ” he grinned happily, his thumb infuriatingly massaging his wet clitoris as he let out light squeals bathed in pleasure, causing you to move just the slightest bit to try - even to sniff his delicious scent. “na-ha, stay there.”
“Alec— please.” Alec laughed at your pleas, his long fingers with neatly filed nails strolling along his lower lips, biting his lower lip once he observed your crotch, your pelvis next to the erect zipper of your cock begging to be touched. “j-just... please,”
Alec rolled his eyes, mocking your comments once he smiled macabrely and leaned towards you again, his legs perfectly apart as he lifted his moderately swollen chest with his arms.
“just a little more~” he laughed, leaning down to run his slimy, long tongue down your neck, his hands on your fists as he anticipated tease his dripping pussy over your erection.
his hands roamed up and down your neck, luring his mouth to bite and suck on your neck as he wiggled his hips in your lap, moaning softly as his clit rubbed against the silver zipper, giggling at you.
You let him go on, you knew that Alec was much more violent and stronger than you; so, if you rejected him, he would be able to kill you because you somehow embarrassed him.
But it was intoxicating. The 'magic pheromones' of the omegas here were much stronger and sweeter than those in the real world, it was probably to attract more qualified alphas to a good and abundant breeding of pups because of the loss of population during the wars.
your hands, trembling but sure, moved down to his waist, your thumbs massaging his smooth pale skin, his perfect fucking hips making you bend slowly every moment Alec was distracted by biting you; sweat pouring down your forehead when you couldn't take any more, your erection throbbing fucking hard against your pants when you slowly unbuttoned; not wearing underwear under those snug fitting rags, so it came out with a slight push to rub in anticipation against the wet slit of the omega.
You couldn't take any more of his comments, the pain in your groin and pre-cum dropping from your tip desperate to feel the boy's walls made you lunge against him, and without warning slam hard against Alec's intimacy, feeling his juices splash around your groin once your glans successfully hit his entrance, abusing your movements lovingly as you began to move after the red-haired man's loud moans.
“s-shitᅳ wait! ” his back arched violently, his trembling hands trying to push you away the moment he had realized your quick response to his taunts; leaving him in little more than weakness beneath you. “b-bad! ba—d alpha! ”
his frown and eyes with little heart symbols lowered anxiously to the sweet pleasure which was bestowed upon the mercenary, his sharp nails dug into your back when you forced him on the ground again striking rapidly and violently his cervix while his legs trembled and pounded your back looking for you to stop.
“¡y-you're an animal— ngh! ” He gasped in desperation, taking even more air from his lungs as you slammed into him; the bluish pearl and your fat, swollen glans pressing against the entrance of his womb made him squirt violently, his heels hitting your lower back again and again trying to stop you for even the slightest moment. “y-you—!”
“s-so wet— and warm. ♡” Alec rolled his eyes backwards when he felt the corner of the pearl pierce his cervix after your onslaught, enveloped in the mercenary's inner warmth so much so that he didn't want to stop, his walls squeezed you perfectly!
Alec felt helpless, lured into a sweet pleasure lashing out at him without the slightest mercy, the lack of control making him tremble and shake beneath you, his teary eyes dropping tears again and again at your sensible commands.
His juices quickly soaked your pelvis with each thrust, his arms struggling to hold on to you as the pearl slowly entered his dry womb, pressing you against him as soon as it entered and made Alec squirt once more.
His carnal screams were high-pitched and off-key, descending with each note into the gaping hole that was left, making it easier for your glans to fit perfectly once you managed to expand his tight cervix.
your mandible clamped hard along his neck, his milky skin changing to shades of purple and red as your teeth pressed eagerly into Alec's sweet flesh, licking and sucking in pleasure at his sweet nectar.
“w-waitᅳ I'm,, so—rwy! ” He cried out, falling surrendered to the hard thrust of your hips when you grabbed his thighs and flexed him into a more comfortable position for you, in which to perfectly hit his sweet spots while Alec sobbed and choked out harsh moans.
For a moment, his mind turned to the sensation of your cock throbbing inside him, the veins around your fat member sending vibrating gasps into Alec's mind once he was immersed in pleasure again, feeling it grow and how; now that they had no more contraceptives, you would probably cum inside him.
Alec could not get pregnant, of course not! It would be pathetic, to have to abandon his position as a sadistic mercenary to a lovely housekeeper caring for a pup that would kill him during childbirthᅳ,, Alec, at this point, began to think about the change what would happen to his growing pregnancyᅳ he didn't wanted it, he didn't!
He did not even want to think about how it would have been with his sister, without the proper means for the corresponding labor; which would lead to deadly ends in which he... he might not have survived such hours of non-stop effort, you know; a long cup of doctors, even nurses had died in the war, one would have to get by completely alone in this sort of thing.
“I'm gonna— cum,” You gasped gladly, ignoring his paranoid thoughts; your hands running up his legs towards your thighs, hiding your burning face in his neck as strands of saliva splattered his bitten and bleeding neck, your canines grazing his olfactory gland, forcing him to draw out more of his seductive scent.
At this point, the pearl would do nothing and Alec knew it; it would soon come out or fade away but the main purpose of it was to omit the passage of cum as an IUD, with which, out of place you would clearly be able to impregnate him.
“h-holdᅳ on,,” He struggled to speak, his claws digging into your shoulders as he went your movements became softer and slower, pressing hard but slow lunges into his cervix lovingly, kissing around the bites once you felt your stomach tingle. “a—alpha, h-hey..! ”
Alec's trembling hands went to your face, turning to kiss you hard as he pulled you down, preventing you from being able to move another inch more than the points accessible to your mouth, giving a desperate, messy kiss as he forced your tongues to touch each other.
“I-I can't,” he mumbled, drowning you in another kiss as he watched his inappropriate attempts to make you stop, his slick and your pre-cum leaving his entrance sticky and slimy, the sticky white threads making the onslaught sound that much dirtier and more addictive. “pᅳpregnant ! I- can't! ”
“come on- Alec, don't be a baby.” You grunted, gripping his shapely hips to give one last thrust into his hot cunt, before cumming furiously inside the mercenary's tiny womb, forcing your thick, viscous strands of hot seed to fill his cavity quickly.
your knot had entered a few seconds before making sure you had perfectly knotted his womb, kissing his lips sweetly when his eyes rolled and his hands fell into yours, tears falling from Alec's eyes and back arched; knowing there was no turning back, not anymore.
Alec's fertility was somewhat enviable, but at this point... there wouldn't be much more to envy, if Alec didn't put a stop to his alpha, they would probably end up with more pups than a standard family by the end of the year.
Well, rule number one, don't lose control under sex, Alec.
#dom male reader#alpha! reader#afab character#isekai trip saki de tasukete kureta no wa hitogoroshi no shounen deshita#ITSDTKNWHNSD omegaverse#┊alec — ITSDTKNWHNSD
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Billy Mine - Holiday
Holidays were never a big deal to Bill. His mom was too stoned or high to try and make the holidays special. He was lucky if their landlord didn't turn off their heat. Even more so after Juliet left. For the 5 years that Juliet was there, he had someone to celebrate Christmas with. She'd always gift him whatever craft she made in school, and he'd steal her a toy or storybook from the drugstore. They'd take time to themselves to exchange their gifts.
Billy, with his back propped against the side of the building, he waited for his Bunny. Ray of Hope made the holidays a bigger deal for the younger kids, so it'd be harder for Juliet to get away. She was an escape artist so he didn't doubt that she'd make it outside to him.
The door handle jiggles and it's pushed open a crack. "Billy. Help." Bill jumps up rushing to open the door. He opens it to find 5yr old Juliet with an armful of stuff and her ever present stuffed rabbit, which she unceremoniously dumps on the ground before launching herself at him.
"Merry Christmas!" Bill lets go of the door in time to catch her. Lifting her up & propping her on his hip as she snuggles into his neck with a contented sigh.
"Merry Christmas, Bunny." Billy can't help but smile to himself. "What's all this?"
Juliet's head pops up, "Oh!" She wiggles to be let down.
Billy put her back down, finally getting a good look at her, "And what the hell happened to you?" Bill grabs her jaw to keep her still.
Hopping up and down with her rabbit, "I'm a Bunny!" He can tell someone gave her a rabbit nose and some whiskers. But she's also got frosting smudged on her face too. She's a mess.
"Yea, I can see that. But what's this?" He rubs a smudge off her face showing it to her. She grabs his thumb and sticks it in her mouth. "Ew, Bun!" Pulling away from her & wipes his thumb off on his pants.
"It's chocolate!" She grabs a Ziploc baggie with a slightly smooshed frosted cupcake in it from her pile on the steps. "I gots you one. Lookit!" Juliet grabs his hand to tug him down on the steps next to her. "It so good."
Billy doesn't have much to laugh about in his life but this crazy kid always surprises him. She doesn't understand why Billy is laughing at her, but if Billy is happy, she's happy. She laughs too and dumps the baggie in his lap. "What else do you have here?"
"Cookies!" Presents him with another Ziploc baggie. "I mades it."
"You baked it?"
"Not that part. I puts the candy on it." There was no doubt about that . It's loaded with decorations that makes Billy laugh harder. "It so good. You wonna eats it?"
Trying to control his laughter, "No. No. I'm going to save it for later." Juliet shrugs like whatever, your loss.
"Ok, dis I made all of it." She gives Billy a rolled up construction paper tied with ribbon. She smiles so big and she's so proud of herself.
"Wow! This is so cool! It's a spyglass like the pirates have!" He holds it up to his eye and looking around.
Juliet's smile vanishes, "No! You had to open it."
"Or a megaphone?" Billy brings it up to his lips.
Trying to grab it away from him, "No! Um. Open. You need.. open it!"
"or a light saber like Star Wars." He swishes it around which makes Juliet lose her mind.
"Billy, stop. Lemme...gimme." She has to climb him and fight him to get it back. "You do it all wrong!" He lets her have it because he's laughing too hard. She takes it from him and starts bonking him over the head with it. "You. No. Listen!" Billy loves riling her up, but has to reel it in because he doesn't want to make her cry.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Grabbing her and sitting her on his lap. "Show me how to do it." She pulls the ribbon so it opens & Billy unrolls it to display a reindeer with her handprints as the antlers. "Wow! Did you do this??" She shyly nods. "Bunny, this is beautiful! You did a good job."
"Tank you." She turns in his lap to kiss his cheek, "Merry Christmas, Billy Mine."
Wrapping his arms around her & dropping a kiss on her head, "Merry Christmas, Bunny."
@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @snowkestrel @k-marzolf @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @terry2227
I'm sorry, if I miss tagged this. I forgot who was reading Billy Mine.
#billy russo#billy russo x reader#billy russo fanfic#billy russo imagine#billy mine x bunny girl#billy mine
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15 questions!
Tagged by @zuuz-dot-chr-exe
1. Were you named after anybody?
Kitty pryde from the X-Men comics! It didn't stick though :p
2. When was the last time you cried?
I don't remember!
3. Do you have kids?
Nope
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I don't know, do I?
5. What sports do you play/have played?
I am NOT a sporty person, but I do exercise a lot to try and maintain my strength so I don't injure myself walking or sumthn
6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?
Idk, I don't meet a lot of new people, most of the time it's 'wow they're pretty' there's a lot of pretty people in the world
7. Eye color?
Like a Goldy green kind of? Picture sea after a storm
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Personally I am a happy endings fan
9. Any special talents?
I can make my eyes wiggle and use it to freak people out, for funsies ;)
10. Where were you born?
IRELAND 💯💯💪💪
11. What are your hobbies?
I like to draw, play videos game, rotate Juno Steele in my mind, and play the stylophone!
12. Do you have any pets?
Yes! My lovely cat Mr Marlowe :)
13. How tall are you?
5'1! Finally!
14. Favourite subject in school?
Biology! I get first place on all the kahoots
15. Dream job?
I don't know yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Feel free to join in: @xerayn @alphacrone @curiositykilledtheradiostar @herawell @arlen-oliver
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Evil's Hero (chapter one)
18+ Only, Minors DNI
Collab w/ @mystk
English isn't our first language, so sorry if the grammar is bad
🌙 = Muzans POV
☀️= GN insert POV
🕰️= Flashback
(Contains; hurt/comfort, slight gore, physical torture, basements (scary), kidnapping, savior complex, waterboarding, sedation, non-consensual sedation, cigarette burns,
Trans-male Muzan, threesome, praise kink, co-dependent Muzan, Hero complex, Muzan is just a little fella, flashbacks, hydrophobia, electrocution, shock collars, comfort sex.)
Kink warning: Torture, Pet play, Bondage, Asphyxiation, Degradation, Praise, Slight Waterboarding, Kidnapping, Collar, Non-con, Cage, Burning, Whipping, Threesome, Femdom, Humiliation, Cockwarming, Aftercare, Punishments.
Couple: GN reader / Muzan / Female BC we love a good femdom
(None of these things are endorsed by us! We do not write this in a kinky way, this is just being used as a base for the whole “mentally broken” aspect.)
Two people simultaneously wrote this please untwist your panties and don't comment hate!! 🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡
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I’m only vaguely aware of how badly my body aches, the sticky feeling of blood on my skin.
My mind is fuzzy, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
Something in the back of my head is telling me to run, some primal instinct that keeps warning me about danger approaching.
But why should I care? I'm so tired. It couldn't hurt to just close my eyes for a second, could it?
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I glance back, watching my girlfriend put a bullet through that sick-fucks head. We’ve been on his trail for months now, and I'm just glad we can go back home now. She turns and grins at me “I got the final blow, you're cooking dinner tonight!”. I fake scowl, ruffling her hair and laughing.
And then we hear it, well, she hears it. A small sniffling noise penetrates the silence of the kitchen.
She grimaces and looks at me.
“Sounds like another one of his victims in the basement.”, She sighs. I glance towards what I assume is the basement door and approach it, stopped only by her hand on my shoulder. “We don't know what's down there.”. I grin, looking back at her; “We won't till we go look!”. I shout, and open the door.
The stairs are creaky, but the noise has silenced.
I'm hardly halfway down the stairs when I see it, barreling down the rest of the flight to kneel by his side, as my girlfriend approaches us.
“Fuckin’ hell.” She mutters, looking horrified.
I'm quick to pry open his eyes, staring at the blown-out pupils with a grimace. “He’s alive, just sedated.” I inform her, a relieved look on her face.
“Poor thing.” she tuts, brushing a bloody, matted, black strand of hair out of his face.
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I wake up in somebody's arms. He hasn't taken me out of the basement before so it's a tad bit surprising. I don't have the energy to fight him, though.
It's embarrassing really, I didn't even notice I was crying till I felt some of the dirt on my face dampen.
I hear water running. Wait- running water ?
I know it's futile deep down, but I do my best to get out of his grip, screaming (As loud as my damaged vocal chords let me, anyways), and desperately trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.
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I try my best to hold him still gently. “Hey buddy, it's okay.”. I'm not the best at soothing people but I'm trying.
“Sir? PLEASE I'VE BEEN GOOD-” His voice is high and panicked; I cringe, thinking about what it could mean.
“Hey, it's okay- you're okay.” I try my best to be soothing but it only seems to add to his panic, he kicks and screams and fucking bites me.
This kid has a death grip on me. He won’t let go for anything. “Hey! Let him fucking go!” my girlfriend screams while she tries to wrestle him off of me.
When she finally pins him down, he keeps thrashing around on the tile, struggling with what was left of his strength to get free from her grasp, ‘’Jesus christ, calm down kiddo-’’ it takes him a second, but he pauses looking around as his eyes widen. ‘’W-wha- who are you.’’ His voice is quiet and timid, but endearing in its own way. She sighs, loosening her grip on him. ‘’You’re safe, he’s dead.’’
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Dead?
Dead?
Dead?
For a second, everything is blissful, the idea of that sick fuck being dead running through my head over and over again.
He’s DEAD
Does this mean I can go home?
Am I free?
My head feels clear for the first time in months, the numbing fog disappearing from my brain.
I look at the woman holding me down, blinking away tears as my eyes focus-
‘’My name’s [name]’’ she sighs, letting go of me.
The person holding me earlier grimaces, offering a hand to me.
“And my name’s [name]” the other man says, while checking the bath’s temperature. “I think it’s ready for you, kiddo.”.
My eyes go wide when I realize he wants me to take a bath. Before he can say anything else, I sprint out of the bathroom and down a hallway. I immediately get lost, and start checking door handles, looking for an unlocked room.
I hear yelling coming from the bathroom. I think they’re arguing. As soon as I hear a door click open, I run inside and quickly shut the door. Then, I scan my surroundings, looking for a place to hide.
As I hear footsteps get closer to where I am, I start to panic, and the memories come flooding back to me
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Two months ago
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‘’Just fucking- GOD!’’ he curses, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me back by it- I know I'm crying, but I'm beyond the point of being ashamed of it.
He glares at me and I know ive made a mistake,- ‘’You fucking bitch I was going to go easy on you.’’ he’s yelling in my face and I’m sobbing but- of course he doesn’t care, he’d have to be able to feel for him to care.
He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me into the far too hot water.
And he holds me under the water.
Then I feel it. The electric shocks in the water. He’s starting on a medium voltage, but keeps turning it up after each shock. I’m going to die, I think.
I’m trying to wiggle out of his grip, but there’s no use. My panic rises every second I'm held under the water, my oxygen rapidly depleting.
But before my mind can even start thinking of worst case scenarios, he yanks me out of the water. I stumble back and hit my head on the concrete.
“STOP WIGGLING AROUND YOU USELESS SLUT- Actually, I have a better idea. I’ll make sure you can’t move around.”. He reaches into his drawer and grabs-
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It takes a second to break down the door, I cringe internally seeing the smaller man curled up on the floor, bawling his eyes out.
‘’Jesus- it's alright kiddo.’’ [name] Soothes, gently cradling him in her arms.
I don’t know why, but I feel a spark of envy ignite within me upon seeing how she cradles him. I do my best to squash it- feeling stupid for even considering being jealous of him. I know she loves me, but I still feel insecure at the sight of her coddling another man.
Soon enough, we’re all back in the bathroom, sitting on the floor beside the bath. The boy is only in his boxers, eyeing the water with a worried look.
She’s staring wide-eyed at the scars and bruises covering his body, her eyes giving away the guilt she feels at not being here sooner- at not being able to save him some of the pain, despite how hard she tries to keep her expression blank.
I can’t even begin to imagine how he got half of the injuries on his body, they’re so intense it's terrifying to see. I’m mad at myself for being jealous of him, realizing now that he didn't even want to be touched- let alone held in the moment.
#collaboration#collab#muzan kibutsuji#muzan x fem!hero x GN!reader#we need help#threes0me#tw abuse#smut#kny smut#demon slayer#angst#hurt/comfort#kimetsu no yaiba#bottommuzan#sub!male#polyamory#collab story#were going insane#muzan#kny muzan#muzan x reader#demon slayer muzan#kimetsu no yaiba muzan#chapter 1#y/n#emotional abuse#kinetsu no yaiba#muzan x y/n#muzan smut
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Valentine’s Day Prompts - Peanuts & Promises (Chris Pitt-Goddard x Reader)
(this gif is iconic)
Pairing: Chris Pitt-Goddard x gn!Reader
Word Count: 1,045
Summary: it’s valentines day with Chris :) based on the prompt “i used to hate this holiday, you know?” “you remind me every year, honey.” from this list
Warnings: none I think!
A/N: requested by an anon, I’m so so SO sorry this took so long and I’m sorry it’s short!! Also I’m sorry if it sucks, chris is probably a bit ooc because i’ve only watched spy once haha. happy very belated valentine’s day!!
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It was the third Valentine’s Day the two of you were spending as a couple, yet nothing has changed since the first. You bring home heavy grocery bags filled with overpriced chocolate, and Chris picks out a selection of movies to binge watch while he cuddles with you. You were currently attempting to get the keys out of your jacket pocket without putting your bags down, but Chris apparently heard you struggling as the door swung open and you were greeted with the widest smile you think you’ve seen your boyfriend produce.
“Well hello there, cinnamon roll,” he mentions nonchalantly; quickly grabbing the bags from your hands and giving you a kiss on the cheek. He sets them down on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, tapping the cushion next to him impatiently as he waits for you to sit down so he can smother you in affection. “I missed you so much today,” he expresses.
You chuckle while you take your shoes off, touched by Chris’ comment. You lock the door before walking around the coffee table, sitting down next to Chris and sinking into the couch cushions. As soon as you do so, Chris wraps his arms around your waist and leans forward, causing your back to hit the couch cushions while he lays on top of you.
“I missed you too, Chris,” you smile. At your admission he snuggles his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there, before using his other hand to press the play button and begin your movie marathon.
A couple of finished movies later, Chris is busy finding the next movie he has selected for you guys to watch and you’re in the middle of your bathroom break. Once he finds the movie he was looking for, Chris leans back against the couch and notices your beverage cup is empty, so he picks it up and goes to refill it. While doing so he gets lost in thought, looking around your shared apartment that was currently a trip hazard due to the overwhelming amount of clear plastic wrap, chocolate wrappers, and heart shaped box ends littering the floor that neither of you could be bothered to dispose of neatly. While Chris laments that he wouldn’t have it any other way, he is abruptly shaken from his thoughts when he hears the toilet flush; a blessing in disguise as he nearly overfilled your cup of water. He walks back over to the couch with your cup —expertly navigating the mess as he does so— resulting in him setting down your cup on the table right when you return. He sighs happily, gazing at you like a love-sick puppy.
“Thank you for filling up my water,” you tell him, smiling while taking another sip.
Chris grins, amused by the sight of you drinking water after having just gone to the toilet. “If you keep drinking water like that your peanut-sized bladder is going to make you have to get up during the next movie, peanut.”
“You know Chris, normally the food names are cute, but considering you just used the same word to describe my bladder, I’m not sure how to feel about that one,” you laugh.
“Well, peanuts are cute, you are cute, and since your bladder is inside of you, that means your bladder is also cute,” he explains matter-of-factly.
Your eyebrow raises in mock confusion, but you can’t hide the grin spreading across your face no matter how hard you try. “I wish there was something else inside me right about now, if you know what I mean.” Chris smirks at your dirty joke, giving you an eyebrow wiggle and a saucy ‘oh really?’ before the two of you erupt in a fit of giggles.
Chris wraps his arms around you again, laying on top of you the same way as before. “I used to hate this holiday, you know,” he tells you, his voice muffled against your neck.
“I know Chris, you tell me every year how ‘corporations are just profiting off people’s insecure relationships with their significant others, and if they really loved each other, they’d do it everyday.’”
“Exactly peanut,” he agrees. He raises his head to give you a quick peck on the lips, before burying his head in the crook of your neck once again. “You get me, this is why we’re perfect for each other. I love you so much,” he expresses, squeezing you tightly.
You fall into a comforting silence, enjoying the warm embrace of each other’s presence. However, Chris begins to remember what he was thinking about when you were in the bathroom, and his thoughts quickly turn sour. “Do you think we’ll still be together next year?” he asks, a hint of insecurity in his voice.
“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?” you question, panic rising in your chest. “Is something wrong?”
“No of course not,” he adds quickly. “It’s just, do you ever think about how our relationship is so perfect? I always thought relationships were supposed to be hard, but when I’m around you everything just feels... easier.”
“I used to think that too, but now I think it just means we’re super compatible,” you respond, trying to ease his anxieties.
“Yeah, you’re probably right, butterscotch,” he lazily leans his arm over the table to put a chocolate in his mouth. He chews slowly, savoring the taste. “We’re going to be together forever, right?”
“Definitely,” you answer, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close to you.
Chris smiles against your neck in response, before lifting his head up again to give you another kiss; almost as if he couldn’t help himself. You then exchange little, fleeting kisses with plenty of giggles in between them, which slowly grow more desperate and heated.
Through your exchange of soft touches, one of you manages to accidentally hit the remote and the movie Chris selected begins playing right when he slips his hand underneath your shirt. The two of you stop your movements to look at the TV briefly before glancing back at each other, nodding in agreement and diving in for another passionate kiss. The movie continues playing in the background, but it was long forgotten in favor of feeling your skin against his.
#chris pitt goddard x reader#chris pitt goddard imagine#chris pitt goddard fanfiction#chris pitt goddard fic#x reader#x reader fic#x reader fanfiction#spy (2011)#spy (2011) fanfiction#spy imagine#chris pitt goddard
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#16 with Adrian Chase 💖
pick your poison
pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)
rating: t
word count: 1,349
prompt from this list (and it’s the last one from this list!): “What do you have?” — “Pizza rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. Popcorn?”
one-sentence synopsis: a game of truth or dare ends up with feelings being revealed even when adrian tries to pick dare— not that you’re complaining about the outcome.
author’s note: yet another “drabble” prompt that clocks in at over 1,000 words but WHATEVER. also if i could play truth or dare all night with these people i would. i would live in this moment. who’s with me
Once Murn left, giving you all strict orders to leave the office soon and get some rest for the night, the six of you remaining had immediately decided to get drunk and play games into the early hours. The closer you all bond as a team, the more you like spending time together— even (and maybe especially) when it’s goofy stuff like this.
‘This,’ of course, currently being a drunken game of truth-or-dare, with all of you gathered around the main table in your office.
“Okay, Leota,” Chris says. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” she says, and Adrian immediately starts heckling her. “What?”
“Truth is boring!” he exclaims.
“Truth is the more fun one,” John argues. “You find out all sorts of dirt about people. I’d much rather hear that than do some stupid dare.”
“Of course you would,” Adrian says sideways to him. He doesn’t elaborate further, instead just rolling his attention back around to Leota and Chris. “Pick the truth, already!”
Chris hesitates, his foggy mind clearly not having thought of a question to ask before speaking. After a beat, he asks, “What’s it like being gay?” and you all laugh.
“Like you don’t know,” Leota replies. She turns to Adrian, says, “Your turn, pal. Put your money where your mouth is, truth or dare?”
“Obviously dare,” Adrian replies. He chugs the last of the fruity-sweet drink he’d mixed himself before slamming his palms down flat on the table. “Hit me, let’s hear it.”
“I dare you to take one of us on a date,” Leota says, as if she’d had that ready to go, locked and loaded. Her eyes land on you immediately, and you mentally thank her at the same time you mentally curse her.
“Any— Anyone?” Adrian asks. He looks around the table. His eyes land on you for a hard moment before he looks away, too quickly.
“I can pick if you want,” Leota tells him. “But you have to do it right now if I do.”
He seems almost— relieved, hearing that. Like he thinks he’s off the hook. You know Leota too well for that; if she’s making this offer, she already has something up her sleeve. Adrian probably thinks she’s going to pick at random, but her eyes find you again immediately.
“Okay, yeah,” Adrian says. “I accept. So, what, you want me to take John? Chr—”
“I want you take (Y/N),” Leota declares without preamble.
The two of them just stare at each other, for a moment.
Then, Leota makes a shooing motion at him. “Go on,” she says. “I said you had to do it right now if I picked for you, so. Go.”
Adrian looks from you to Leota, then back to you again. His face splotches pink when he says, “That’s— That’s not very nice. You can’t dare someone to take someone on a date, it’s— It’s mean, it—”
“I’ll allow it,” you chime in, heart beating fast, faster. The alcohol in your system is making you bold, and you push away from the table. “C’mon, Vigilante. Take me on a date.”
He stares up at you with his wide, bright eyes behind his overlarge glasses. After a beat, he says, “I— Yeah, okay, I— Okay. Yeah.” He pushes back from the table, too, his chair nearly toppling over in his haste. He scrambles to grab it and right it, almost falling over himself in the process.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris says. He looks to you, tells him, “Don’t let him die.”
“I’ll try,” you say, and reach out for Adrian’s hand. When he looks at you with surprise, you wiggle your fingers. “C’mon. It’s a date, isn’t it?”
He only hesitates for another split second before he bounds up and grabs your hand, apparently emboldened by your own confidence.
After a moment of indecision, Adrian tugs you towards the kitchenette that serves as a cooking space and break room for all of you when you’re in the office. There’s not much space in there, but there is a door, and he shuts it behind the two of you.
“I can make a date happen in here,” he declares, drunkenly confident in his own abilities to MacGyver this. “Help me look through the shelves, c’mon. I can pull something together.”
You tug open the cabinet nearest to you, starting to dig through. Adrian goes to the fridge, tugging open the tiny freezer portion first.
“What do you have?” you ask, finding pretty much nothing in your cabinets.
“Pizza rolls…” Adrian lists off, then cranes his neck to open up the cabinet above the fridge. “And… Cup O’ Noodles… That’s about it.” He grabs a bag of something, then tosses it from one hand to the other. Holding up the thin paper bag, he asks, “Popcorn?”
It seems like the best and easiest choice, and you nod, hopping up onto the counter beside the microwave. He fumbles with the plastic packaging, nearly tearing the bag’s wrapping before he manages to free the microwaveable popcorn. He sticks the bag into the microwave and presses a button that helpfully reads popcorn.
He leans against the counter beside you, watching the popcorn bag as it starts to pop to life. You can feel something unexpected stirring in your chest, and you realize, after a beat, that it’s honesty. You want to be honest with Adrian, to tell him the truth, to be open with him. You don’t know if it’s an urge born of the alcohol, or because you’re alone, or just because he’s Adrian, but you want to tell him all the same.
“Hey,” you say, drawing his attention up to you. “I didn’t need a dare to do it.”
“What?” he asks, clearly confused.
“To go on a date,” you clarify. When he furrows his brow, you say, “With you, idiot. I don’t need a dare. I already wanted to.”
“Wh— Oh,” Adrian says. He considers this for a moment before he actually processes it. He breaks into a huge smile, delightedly repeating, “Oh! Wait, wh— Really? Do you really—”
“Yes,” you tell him.
You reach out with one foot, hooking your ankle around the back of his knee. You tug him in closer, and he trips a step towards you. He catches himself on the counter on either side of you, bracketing you with his strong arms.
Softly, you ask him, “Truth or dare?” He thinks about it, and you say, “I don’t think truth is a chicken answer, really. I think it’s fun, too.”
Adrian takes this into consideration, then answers, “Okay, fine, Truth.”
You grin, then lean into him, propping your chin up on his chest. “Do you like me?”
His face goes splotchy again and he says, “I— Yeah, obviously, I mean, who wouldn’t—”
“I mean,” you interrupt him, “Do you like me, like me?” You swing your legs once, then hook him in again, drawing him in even closer. “If we’re going to play kid games, I can play them.”
Adrian looks up at you, tilted to accommodate your height on the counter. His eyes are huge this close, dark with his blown pupils. He swallows, then licks his lips. He nods.
“Yes,” he tells you quietly.
“What?” you ask, heart racing.
“Yes,” he says, and leans in to kiss your cheek, “I like you.”
You laugh at the way his hand traces up your side, an unexpected tickle until it reaches your jaw and draws you into a deeper kiss. You reach for him in return, shifting to deepen the kiss before the microwave dings.
The two of you break apart, startled.
“Usually I don’t kiss on the first date,” you say after a moment. Adrian grins, his glasses sitting slightly crooked on his nose. You reach up and fix them for him. “For you, though, I’ll make an exception.”
“I’ll give you an even better second date to make up for it,” Adrian swears. “I promise.”
He tugs you in again, ignoring the beeping of the microwave until you’re both forced to do something about the new smell of burning popcorn kernels.
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Punishments
Syp; Rin Haitani is tried of your bratty attitude
Tw; Fem!reader, cursing, dirty talk, degrading, mean!Rindou, sex toys, dom!chr/sub!reader
an; I've been holding onto this for a while
Regret courses through your veins, wishing you’ve never tried Rindou on his word because he always keeps his promises. A funny joke turns into a harsh punishment as you lay on the bed, ass burning from the spanking from earlier. Red and purple hand marks are proof of your earlier punishment. Arms and legs tied shibari style making it impossible to move from your doggy-style position. Your naked body on display for your fiancé who’s staring at you with a dark purple gaze, eyes showing no remorse at your sorry state. Fat globs of tears running down your cheeks, tongue lolling out of your mouth making a pathway for the drool to leak onto your statin blankets.
“R-Ri- Ah! Rin, m’sorry.. M’so so sorr-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence with the sex machine ravishing your insides with a dildo that seems to reach your soul. “Can’t, no more!” You plead with a pathetic whine to your voice, ass wiggling trying to move away from the machine. To no avail do you escape, you’re forced to take it, take every inch, artificial vein, and orgasm that comes your way. All while Rin stares at you with a bored look in his eyes as if his cock isn’t begging to be released from the fabric prison.
Rin is a patient man who is determined to go follow through with his words. You should’ve listened to him earlier.
Rin had planned a nice dinner to make up for missing the last reservation, however, being the petty bitch you are. You missed the reservation on purpose to go clubbing. But as the kind and understanding fiancé he is, he overlooked it. Afterall, it was the third date he missed, he was willing to put up with a little bit of a bratty attitude as punishment. However, when you pushed his hands from your waist, your snarky comments seemed a little too personal. Going as far as to ignore him to proceed drinking past your limit and grind on some stranger, he had enough— And you needed to be punished for being such a slut.
“Look at you, a fucking mess.” He spits venom as he makes his way over to the bed. You’re so fucked out that you can’t even look at him properly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body convulsed with your nth orgasm. Helpless whines and moans slip from your mouth, wrists starting to burn as you move them back and forth in their itchy prison. You want to grab Rin, want him to hold you and for him to forgive you, but he won’t. His hand puckers your cheeks as he squeezes them in his bare callous hand, forcing you to look up at him.
“Fucking slut, this is what happens when you want to be a brat.” His grip grows tighter, you could feel your cheeks burn where he clenches. Your cunt, trained properly, gets wetter from the action, from his mean words, clenching on the dildo that is now picking up it’s pace.
“Sorry! Be good next time, s’promise!” Your sentence is broken up by your moans as you feel the mushroom tip of the dildo hitting your favorite spot at a faster pace, faster than you can handle. “Good girl, ah!”
“You sound so stupid right now... If you cum three more times— “ His thumb meets his index finger creating a small circle as the other three digits stand tall. “I’ll give you my cock, yeah?”
“Mhm!” You nodded in his palm before his fingers made their way into your mouth.
“Good girl, hurry up so I can make you feel good.”
Like the good girl Rin trained you to be, you do just that, your juices leaking down the shaft of the dildo shamelessly. Crystal clear juices coating the dildo giving it a unique glisten, Rin can only pat your head.
“You did good, for a slut.” You nuzzle against his soft touch like a cat would it’s owner, funny how similar the two are. “I'm going to untie you now, be good. Got it?” You nodded a little too fast, Rin chuckles at how dumb you’ve become, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Your thighs and arms feel lighter, finally you can move—Rin pushed your head down into the mattress, another hand on the middle of your back causing you to arch for him. Leaving your sensitive ass in the air, all on display for him and him only. The sight makes his tongue dart across his lips, excited. His cock twitches ready to be inside your cunt which looks so defeated from it’s earlier abuse.
“Stay still.” His voice is deep, ringing through your ears along with the sound of his belt buckle becoming undone. You wiggle your ass against his cock, a harsh slap comes across the fat of your ass. “Stay fucking still.” Pronouncing each word to have a more demanding effect as he finally releases his cock, all red and angry. Pulsating against his abdomen, begging for release. A dollop of spit splats on the tip of his cock, liquid substance running down the shaft. He places his tip right against your slit, teasingly rubbing it up and down to gain a response—Which is you moaning under him, grinding your hips. So greedy for him after all those orgasms. He trained you right.
He wastes no time, full length inside your cunt immediately hitting that spot deep inside that has your eyes widened and mouth flying open with a silent moan.
“Slutty cunt can’t get enough huh? No matter how much, you always want more. So spoiled n’ greedy.” His words match his thrusts as the skin against skin makes a loud pap, pap, pap, noise that bounces off the walls and back into your ears.
“N-Not true!” Oh, but it was. The proof is in how you meet his thrusts with your body slamming into him, eager to feel as much pleasure as possible. Drunk of the feeling of how his hard cock fills you up, how it pulsates against your gummy walls, and your favorite part— How his mushroom tip reaches so far into you the outline is visible through your tummy. So good.
“Fuck, look at you. Wish I had a mirror so you could see what a cock-hungry bitch you are.” His words are mean but only provides more slick from your sex, they make your core heat up at being his little cock slut. So drunk off of him and everything he gives you, so eager to be good for him after a night of misbehaving.
He gives you no breaks as his hips crash into yours, pounding your cunt. The sound is downright filthy, the clicking followed by squelshing from his cock repeatedly slamming against you should be something to be ashamed of—Neither of you could care less.
“Fuck—” His groan sounds so good, knowing that you’re the reason for the stutter in his voice makes your heart swell. You whine when he pulls out, a tight grip on your hair as he drags you to face him. His hand palms his cock, squeezing the tip before placing it right against your lips. Using your slick as lube for him to jerk his dick in his hand before releasing his warm cum on your face. You whine as he smirks at your disappointed face, upset that he didn’t let you cum. His hand smears the cum on your lips but never lets you lick it up. Despite how badly you wish to.
“I said I’d give you my cock, not that I let you cum— That’s for good girls, not stupid sluts like you.”
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Firefighter Chris (pt.3)
ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
(sorry this took forever to finish. Fem reader above 'keep reading'. GN reader under 'keep reading')
Thank you @awanami08 for the idea <3
He trailed open mouth kisses up your body. The sensation of his lips and the scruff of his face made your core ache with need. Letting out a whine as you wiggle under him, he placed both hands on your breasts, the plump flesh pillowing between his fingers. Alternating between squeezing them and pinching your hardened peaks. He continued his journey up your body, kissing the underside of each mound before his warm lips encase an aching bud. You let out a soft moan as the heat pools in your core as he shifts between sucking and enclosing his teeth around your nub. He runs his unoccupied hand down the side of your body, stopping at your hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. Releasing the bud with a pop, you look down at him over your tits. “Mmmm baby,” you whine before placing your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him up closer to you. Giving your breast a firm squeeze before resting his arm next to your head. You capture his lips with yours, kisses becoming sloppy and needy.
You suddenly feel his hand on your hip graze across your skin, towards your sex. Spreading your lips with his ring finger and pointer finger, as the middle finger began to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow circular motion. He dipped his long thick finger into your core, feeling you squeeze onto his digit as he began to pull out. Chris pulled back, admiring the needy look in your eyes, lips slightly parted. Before you could make a sound of disapproval, he began to rub your pearl with his slick finger, earning a sweet moan from you. He buried his face into the side of your neck, nose rubbing against your pulse before latching his mouth around the skin, swirling his tongue savoring the taste of your skin.
It felt like he was playing with your sanity. Dipping into your heat, just barely getting a taste of slowly being stretched open, only for him to pull back and play with your swollen clit. Tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes. You let out a shuddering breath catching the man's attention. Unlatching from your neck, he lifted himself up, putting his weight on the arm next to your head. With furrowed brows, your hips jerked up against him. “Please. Please, sir.” You begged, spreading your legs further apart. “I need you to fuck me.” You could feel his cock twitch against you. He leaned down, kissing the corner before sitting up, kneeling between your legs. Folding his legs under him, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards him. Putting his knees under your thighs, spreading your lips for him. You bit your bottom lip, feeling him rub the crown of his cock up and down your folds. The sound of his length rubbing against your pussy, was making you clench around nothing. “Chr-”, just as you were about to say his name, he slowly pushed the head into your opening, getting past the first ring of muscles. A soft groan escaped his lips before thrusting himself further into your wet heat.
Your breath hitching with each inch he stuffed into your tight hole. Brushing against that soft spongy spot in you, with every thrust he’d buried into you. You clenched tightly around him, causing him to unintentionally thrust the last few inches into you, punching the air out of your lungs. Your eyes squeezed shut, as a tear rolled down the side of your face. Your hands fisted at the sheets as your back arched. “Sh-shit. So tight angel,” he hung his head, groaning. One of your hands released your firm grasp on the sheets and traveled down towards your navel. You slowly opened your eyes, looking at the ceiling, continuing to feel your past your belly button until you felt a bulge in your abdomen. Chris lifted his head just enough to watch your hand. You caressed the bump, fingers tracing the length. You added a little pressure against it pulling a mewl from you. Feeling the push of your hand and your gummy walls squeezing the life out of him through his cock, he accidentally rutted into you. You moaned out his name only causing him to try thrust against your cervix. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath, trying to control himself. “F-fuck, angel. If you keep doing that I-” “Do it.” His eyes snapped open to see your flushed face with a mischievous smile. “Fuck me Mr. Firefighter” you purred.
Something definitely snapped inside your boyfriend. He pulled you further to him, knees spread under you. He bent over your body placing both hands at your hips, trapping your legs, before he started to jackhammer into you. His thrusts were frantic and his tempo was unrelenting. His eyes were hypnotized by your breasts swaying with each thrust. So lost in feeling his cock scrape against your walls, molding your pussy to his fat cock, the pressure in you building at a rapid pace. His pants and grunts only made your cunt hug him tighter. His full heavy balls slapping against your ass, as your slick dripped down them. “So fucking good for me aren’t you” he gritted teeth. Without breaking his pace let alone slow down, he grabbed your thighs, pushing them up against your breasts. His sweaty palms slipped into the bent of your knees, causing him to fold over you further and further, putting more of his weight into the back of your knees.
“F-fuck, who’s does this pussy belong to?” he hissed between thrusts. Your brain was too rattled to catch what he said at first. “Y-you” you slurred as drool began to dribble down the corner of your mouth. “Who?” He asked with a firm tone, almost growling. “You!” you cried out. Your hands trying to grasp onto anything as you felt the pressure build higher in you. You kept chanting Chris’s name like a prayer hoping it would keep you tethered as the wave of pleasure was soon to come down, crashing on you like a tidal wave. Chris pressed further into you, his pelvis rubbing against you. Your toes curl as your legs tighten, feeling something burst below. Convulsing around him, spraying him with your nectar. “Oh, fu-” The sight of seeing you reach the highest peak of ecstasy sent him over. The fucked out look on your face with your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He released a deep throaty growl. He never felt his balls tighten this much whenever he came. You shook as he kept pumping you full of his thick cum. Watching some of it leak out, mixing with your slick under the two of you.
You were both silent beside panting heavily, coming down from your orgasm. “Shit,” Chris broke the silence, finally taking his gaze off where the two of you connected, to see you were still in a blissed-out state. As much as he just wanted to stay inside you, plugging you to keep in his warm cum, he knew you both needed to clean up before you both passed out. He slowly unsheathed himself from your cunt, frowning at his cum leaking out of you. He carefully picked you up, tucking your head into his neck. Making his way into the bathroom he sat down on the edge of the tub with you in his arms, as he turned on the water, making sure it was not too hot. As he waited for the tub to fill, he whispered softly against your head. Telling you how good you were. How perfect you are for him. When the water was high enough he carefully placed you in the tub before leaving the bathroom to clean up the bed. When he came back, your eyes were still closed as you rested on the small headrest. He joined you in the tub carefully moving you to sit behind you. After a while he noticed your eyes were slightly open, watching the bubbles float in the water. You both sat there in silence, just soaking in each other's presence.
Before the two of you got all pruny from the water, he got the two of you out and dried off. As he carried you back to the bedroom, you were more present. “Mmmm tired,” you mumbled into his neck. He gave a small chuckle, “I know angel, let's go to bed.” He placed you down on the clean bed, tucking you in. Once he was settled in on his side, he turned the lights off, you had squirmed your way over to him. He pulled you close into his chest, giving him a couple kisses on his warm skin before falling asleep. He brushed your hair out of your face before giving you one last kiss on your forehead before giving into sleep as well.
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He trailed open mouth kisses up your body. The sensation of his lips and the scruff of his face made your core ache with need. Letting out a whine as you wiggle under him, he placed both hands on your chest. Alternating between squeezing them and pinching your hardened peaks. He continued his journey up your body, kissing the underside of each mound before his warm lips encase an aching bud. You let out a soft moan as the heat pools in your core as he shifts between sucking and enclosing his teeth around your nub. He runs his unoccupied hand down the side of your body, stopping at your hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. Releasing the bud with a pop, you look down at him over your sternum. “Mmmm baby,” you whine before placing your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him up closer to you, resting his arm next to your head. You capture his lips with yours, kisses becoming sloppy and needy.
You suddenly feel his hand on your hip graze across your skin, towards your sex. Slowly working you open, caressing each spot that had you mewling for more. He coated his fingers in your arousal before dipping his long thick finger into your core, feeling you squeeze onto his digit as he began to pull out. Chris pulled back, admiring the needy look in your eyes, lips slightly parted. Before you could make a sound of disapproval, he buried his face into the side of your neck, nose rubbing against your pulse before latching his mouth around the skin, swirling his tongue savoring the taste of your skin.
It felt like he was playing with your sanity. Dipping into your heat, just barely getting a taste of slowly being stretched open, only for him to pull back. Tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes. You let out a shuddering breath catching the man's attention. Unlatching from your neck, he lifted himself up, putting his weight on the arm next to your head. With furrowed brows, your hips jerked up against him. “Please. Please, sir.” You begged, spreading your legs further apart. “I need you to fuck me.” You could feel his cock twitch against you. He leaned down, kissing the corner before sitting up, kneeling between your legs. Folding his legs under him, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards him to place his knees under your thighs. You bit your bottom lip, feeling him rub the crown of his cock up and down your entrance. The sound of his length rubbing against you was making you clench around nothing. “Chr-”, just as you were about to say his name, he slowly pushed the head into your opening, getting past the first ring of muscles. A soft groan escaped his lips before thrusting himself further into your wet heat.
Your breath hitching with each inch he stuffed into your tight hole. Brushing against that soft spongy spot in you, with every thrust he’d buried into you. You clenched tightly around him, causing him to unintentionally thrust the last few inches into you, punching the air out of your lungs. Your eyes squeezed shut, as a tear rolled down the side of your face. Your hands fisted at the sheets as your back arched. “Sh-shit. So tight angel,” he hung his head, groaning. One of your hands released your firm grasp on the sheets and traveled down towards your navel. You slowly opened your eyes, looking at the ceiling, continuing to feel your past your belly button until you felt a bulge in your abdomen. Chris lifted his head just enough to watch your hand. You caressed the bump, fingers tracing the length. You added a little pressure against it pulling a mewl from you. Feeling the push of your hand and your gummy walls squeezing the life out of him through his cock, he accidentally rutted into you. You moaned out his name only causing him to try to thrust against the deepest parts of you. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath, trying to control himself. “F-fuck, angel. If you keep doing that I-” “Do it.” His eyes snapped open to see your flushed face with a mischievous smile. “Fuck me Mr. Firefighter” you purred.
Something definitely snapped inside your boyfriend. He pulled you further to him, knees spread under you. He bent over your body placing both hands at your hips, trapping your legs, before he started to jackhammer into you. His thrusts were frantic and his tempo was unrelenting. His eyes were hypnotized by your chest swaying with each thrust. So lost in feeling his cock scrape against your walls, molding your most intimate part to his fat cock, the pressure in you building at a rapid pace. His pants and grunts only made you hug him tighter. His full heavy balls slapping against your ass. “So fucking good for me aren’t you” he gritted teeth. Without breaking his pace let alone slow down, he grabbed your thighs, pushing them up against your upper body. His sweaty palms slipped into the bent of your knees, causing him to fold over you further and further, putting more of his weight into the back of your knees.
“F-fuck, who’s does this sweet fucking hole belong to?” he hissed between thrusts. Your brain was too rattled to catch what he said at first. “Y-you” you slurred as drool began to dribble down the corner of your mouth. “Who?” He asked with a firm tone, almost growling. “You!” you cried out. Your hands trying to grasp onto anything as you felt the pressure build higher in you. You kept chanting Chris’s name like a prayer hoping it would keep you tethered as the wave of pleasure was soon to come down, crashing on you like a tidal wave. Chris pressed further into you, his pelvis rubbing against you. Short curly hair brushing against your clit, sending a jolt to your core. Your toes curl as your legs tighten, feeling something burst below. Convulsing around him, spraying him with your nectar. “Oh, fu-” The sight of seeing you reach the highest peak of ecstasy sent him over. The fucked out look on your face with your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He released a deep throaty growl. He never felt his balls tighten this much whenever he came. You shook under him as he kept pumping you full of his thick cum. Watching some of it leak out, mixing with yours under the two of you.
You were both silent besides panting heavily, coming down from your orgasm. “Shit,” Chris broke the silence, finally taking his gaze off where the two of you connected, to see you were still in a blissed-out state. As much as he just wanted to stay inside you, plugging you to keep in his warm cum, he knew you both needed to clean up before you both passed out. He slowly unsheathed himself from your hole, frowning at his cum leaking out of you. He carefully picked you up, tucking your head into his neck. Making his way into the bathroom he sat down on the edge of the tub with you in his arms, as he turned on the water, making sure it was not too hot. As he waited for the tub to fill, he whispered softly against your head. Telling you how good you were. How perfect you are for him. When the water was high enough he carefully placed you in the tub before leaving the bathroom to clean up the bed. When he came back, your eyes were still closed as you rested on the small headrest. He joined you in the tub carefully moving you to sit behind you. After a while he noticed your eyes were slightly open, watching the bubbles float in the water. You both sat there in silence, just soaking in each other's presence.
Before the two of you got all pruny from the water, he got the two of you out and dried off. As he carried you back to the bedroom, you were more present. “Mmmm tired,” you mumbled into his neck. He gave a small chuckle, “I know angel, let's go to bed.” He placed you down on the clean bed, tucking you in. Once he was settled in on his side and turned the lights off, you had squirmed your way over to him. He pulled you close into his chest, giving him a couple kisses on his warm skin before falling asleep. He brushed your hair out of your face, before giving you one last kiss on your forehead before giving into sleep as well.
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I'm not really into men
ANNIE LEONHART X F! READER
Anon request: hollaaa! may i get 21 from the normal prompts list for Annie aot? 🤧🤧“Here’s a fun idea: don’t get yourself killed.
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Note: a little shorter than normal but I love it.
Warnings: Sexual actions implied
Words: 462
During the attack of the Trost District, Y/n flew around. She killed titan after titan. Y/n was a fiery person who liked sparking arguments, similar to Jean. But for her, she didn’t mean any harm, just playful arguments and things like that. She would go too far at times, like Reiner having a crush on Christa.
“Oh and don't get me started on Reiner having a crush on Chr-“ y/n spoke loudly, Reiner jumped over the table grabbing her coving her mouth. As Bertholdt, jumped up trying to calm the situation down.
“Get off me big man,” Y/n yelled trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “REIIIIIINER LET GO FUCKER!”
Y/n reached out to Bert who pulled her from under her arms, but Reiner had a tight hold on her ankles. Annie watched from a crossed the mess hall smirking at the scene while everyone else laughed, she stood and started to walk to her room.
Y/n watched her leave, “Okay Reiner…” he stopped pulling but had the same hold, “Let go, seriously.” She held eye contact, as Reiner let go and Bert placed her on the ground.
Y/n ran after Annie, touching her shoulder, “Hey! Annie how’s your night been?” she asked putting her hands in her navy hoodie.
“Good. Yours seemed to be fun, two boys fighting over you.” Y/n laughed hard with her hand on her chest.
“Ah… that’s funny! Even if they did feel like that for me, I’m not into men.” Y/n smirked, giving Annie a side look.
Annie stopped looked up at Y/n, “Oh really?” Y/n only hummed, “Well let’s test out that theory…”
Annie took Y/n’s hand, leading her to the edge of the forest. Reiner and Bertholdt watched the interaction, Reiner chuckled patting his friend on the back.
“I’m sorry man, there go both your options.” Reiner walked to their room as Bert’s shoulders fell.
Y/n landed on a roof, looking around seeing Conny in trouble. She started to fly over to him to help him only to run out of gas halfway slamming on the roof behind the titan. It slowly turned to her reaching out to her. Annie flew and cut the titans napped, landing next to her girlfriend.
“Hey Babe…” y/n sighed; Annie gave her a small smile.
“Here’s a fun idea: don’t get yourself killed.” They both laughed.
Y/n stood up walking up to Annie, holding her by the shoulder kissing her on her forehead. Annie bounced away and Y/n looked at Conny who looked very shocked. Y/n smirked at Conny shrugging her shoulders.
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It’s Your Captain Tonight NSFW
Requested by Anon: Hi I follow you on twitter and I saw you retweeted that post about chris having an captain america suit in his closet for “special occaisons” so I am asking if you can do a chris evans smut when he surprises his girlfriend you with the suit? You can do whatever you want though thank you! xx
A/N: Wow, i am so proud of this smut LMAOOO but it’s just so NASTY OMG!! I can’t believe i wrote this!!! the gif is EXACTLY the chris that’s in this fic.
Warnings: smut, Dom!Chris, Rough!Chris, Sub!reader
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You sit on the bed, the covers around you, flipping through a magazine. Your pajamas are simple: shorts and a tank top because the weather is too hot to sleep in anything more. The TV in the corner is on, blaring the news. The lights are dimmed.
Chris is in the bathroom. It’s always like this; your routine. You go in first, taking your time with skincare and showering, while Chris whines that he has to pee. Then, while you fluff up the pillows and prepare the bed for sleeping, Chris just pees and washes his teeth and he’s ready for bed.
“What about moisturizer?” you’d once asked, way back when you’d first started sleeping over. But your boyfriend had shrugged and waved it off because he’s just like that. Pretty like that.
Now, however, he’s been in there for a while. You check the door, see if the light is still on. Shadows dance under the door, but no sound. What is he doing in there?
It doesn’t matter because all you want is to snuggle up to him and watch the boring news until sleep claims you. Or he does.
The door finally opens, and still staring at your magazine, you smirk and ask, “Did you take a little poo?” When you get no answer, your smirk widens. “Usually you take them in the morn...” You trail off because there, standing in all his glory, is Captain America.
So that’s why he’d been growing out his beard.
Not a very long time ago, you’d expressed your fondness for nomad Steve Rogers. After your boyfriend and you had spent the weekend binge watching all Marvel movies because the weather was bad, you’d made a passive point that bearded Steve Rogers was peak. Chris had laughed and said he too liked the beard, but in his heart, home was The First Avenger and would always be clean-shaven, by-the-book Cap.
But now. Now.
You don’t know where he got the Infinity War suit with the ripped chest piece and the darkened star and the dusty layers, but it makes your heart flip and your stomach drop down to your knees. Chris looks absolutely ravishing. You’d only seen him in the suit on screen, but now, under the very real lighting of your room, with Chris’s eyebrow quirking up, he looks ravenous.
Your mouth parts and you let out a whimper.
The dark blue trousers fit snug to his legs, looser around his waist, and as you trail your eyes up, you can’t help but linger on his crotch. God, how many times had you fantasized about him in this suit? How many times had you had to bite your tongue about it when Chris asked you what your biggest fantasy was? Too many.
Chris stands there with a cocky look on his face. He knows what he is doing to you. The rosy cheeks. The whimper. The wandering eyes. The fidgeting.
He doesn’t say anything. His burning blue gaze glues to yours, trailing up and down your body. You close your magazine and toss it onto the night table, scooting to the edge of the bed, bare feet hanging off the edge.
Then Chris licks his lips. “Are you gonna be good for your Captain?”
Your mouth opens in surprise. He’s never been this way before. Always calm and gentle, never assertive or overly dominant. But the intensity radiating off him now burns through you like a furnace, and you can’t help but feel it in your knees.
You nod.
He takes a step forward and instinctively, you scoot up the bed quickly. He smirks, puts one hand on his belt, and gives you that head tilt and eyebrow quirk you’d once said was hot. “Don’t be bad,” he says, and his voice is low and roach, and something switches in your stomach. “You know what bad girls get.”
He takes another step, and just to spite him, you flip over and attempt to crawl to the other edge of the bed. But his hand clamps down around your ankle, and with one harsh tug, he has you splayed on your stomach.
“Ah ah,” he coos, stepping between your legs. Your skin tingles where his fingers touch you, as they skim your calf, up the back of your thigh. You press your cheek against the sheets, hair splayed messily around you. “Be good,” he demands, and this time, his tone is harsh.
Heat spreads in your belly. “Yes,” you whimper.
“Yes, Captain,” he corrects behind clenched teeth.
This side of Chris, this animal, hungry, powerful side of him had otherwise been hidden from you, and now that it was out, you wanted to play.
“Yes, Captain,” you murmur.
His left hand grips the band of your shorts, and using his leverage, pulls your ass back until you can feel his belt buckle against the back of your thighs. The sting of it is cold and you wince lowly.
Chris chuckles. Still holding you, he uses his right hand to unbuckle himself, tug the belt through the loops, and rip it free. There’s a moment where the clang of the belt echoes in the room, the moment stagnant, and all you feel are his eyes raking over you like hot coals. Then the leather strap trails lightly across your clothed ass, and shivers erupt on your skin.
Chris’s voice is low and tantalizing when he speaks. “A birdie told me you like men in suits of armor.” His left hand sneaks up into your hair, grips it, and yanks you back slowly until your back is pressed against his chest. You breathe shallowly, your hands braced on his thighs. His nose nuzzles your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Let’s see if you like to get fucked by one.”
The sheer intensity in his voice makes a moan leave your lips unexpectedly. He hums in approval before bending you back onto the bed. He uses an arm under you to effortlessly position you so you’re facing the headboard, and then climbs in, flipping you on your back with one hand.
Facing him now, you can see the darkness in his eyes, swimming in the blue, clouded in lust. He straddles your waist and you reach up to touch him, to run your fingers in his locks, but his hand shoots out and grips your jaw. “Tss tss.” Again, that dominant tone as he pushes you back into the mattress. Eyes, blue and taunting, trail up your body, to your gaze, then to the belt in his free hand.
You know what’s coming when he takes both your wrists in one hand. You’ve never been tied up before, and the idea of being completely at someone’s mercy makes you squirm.
And that doesn’t please Chris.
He squeezes your wrists and shoves them over your head, inciting a small yelp from your lips.
“I said be a good girl for your Captain,” he reiterates, his tone vicious, lustrous, as he looks at you with one eyebrow cocked.
“Yes,” you whimper. And then, when you see his mouth twitch, you add, “Captain.”
He smiles triumphantly and proceeds to wrap the leather belt around your wrists, and then secures it to the headboard. You give one tentative tug, but you’re tied in real good.
Chris leans in until his lips are grazing yours. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
His blue eyes stay glued to yours as he slowly slithers down the length of your body. You’re buzzing, trembling, anticipating what’s coming next. But Chris is in another mindset, a different dimension, because just as his mouth lingers over your clothed apex, just when you feel his warm breath on you, you are right back onto your stomach.
Your wrists are criss-crossed, fingers clenched against your bindings. “Chris.” The name leaves your lips in a whoosh, the movement of him flipping you over once again almost knocking the breath from your lungs.
There’s a hand in your hair, pulling, faster than you can even blink. The weight of him over you, warm and heavy. His mouth at your ear. “Captain,” he demands, voice clenched.
You shiver. Your ass is right at his crotch, and when you move up slightly, you can feel just how hard he is through his trousers. He really likes this.
Then his weight is lifted. Hands on your hips, gripping your shorts, and he slides them down your thighs, down your calves, until your shorts are being chucked across the bedroom. His knees leave the bed one by one as he positions himself between your legs. You become very aware of how naked you are when cool air brushes up against your bare pussy. And you become very - very - aware of how wet you are.
Chris groans when he sees you, glistening, ready, wanting. “You’re such a mess,” he grunts, hands on your ass, kneading, spreading.
You flex your hands, feeling the blood leaving your fingertips. You look back, strands of hair in your face. Chris has eyes just for your pussy, his eyes wide and blue, mouth parted and wet. This look on him; this look of utter lust and desire and possessiveness is enough to make you squirm your hips. Searching for friction. Your bud, sorely neglected, rubs against the mattress. A moan passes your lips, and Chris is quick to grab the flesh of your haunches and yank you up and back, so that your ass is in the air. And you lose the friction on your clit.
A whine comes from your throat, and surely, right behind that, a smack on your ass.
“I’m the one to give you any kind of pleasure tonight,” Chris groans, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Nothing else. That’s why your hands are tied.”
There’s no possible way you can answer coherently, so you whine and wiggle your ass back, desperate for his touch. For pressure or friction or anything!
His hands leave your ass and slither down the backs of your thighs. You can feel the rough fabric of his trousers against your skin, but he is keeping safely away.
“Chr-Captain, I want you to... touch me, please.” Your voice is frail, breathy, husky. Chris’s soft caresses turn aggressive and he is once again grabbing your skin.
He doesn’t answer, instead finding your clit with his thumb and pressing. Your desperation leads you to moan and jerk backward, searching for more. He complies with a snicker, rubbing his thumb along your swollen and soaked clit, circling, flicking, pressing. You’re moaning and whining, muffled against the mattress, your breathing labored.
He smacks your ass again, mumbling a low, “Mine,” with urgency, and then his middle finger plunges easily into your hot core.
“Fuck,” you breathe, wiggling your ass back. His finger slips so easily inside you that it’s almost embarrassing.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbles, thumb finding your clit again, simultaneously pleasuring you.
At this point, you don’t care if you sound desperate. “It’s all for you, Captain.”
He makes an acquiescing sound and plunges a second finger into you, pumping slowly, eliciting a low moan from you.
“Do you know just how fucking hot you look right now?” he asks, his voice rough and low and breathy.
You can’t answer because the precipice is coming and you’re searching that climax with urgency. His thumb flicking quickly and tightly against your bud and his fingers pumping in you, petting that spot, makes you want to say the most nastiest things to him.
The knot in your belly, just under your navel, begins to burn. You moan louder, Chris’s name coming off your lips like a mantra. Your walls clench around his fingers, your clit buzzing, searching and begging for release.
“Come on, baby,” Chris mumbles encouragingly.
And then you’re cumming, clenching around his fingers, moan echoing in the dim room, legs trembling from the force of your fall. Pleasure throbs from your core to your knees and down to your toes, and you’re curling them against Chris’s thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, slapping your ass, biting the sensitive skin with such force that your moan turns into a yelp.
Behind closed lids, your breath echoing in your ears, you can hear Chris unzipping his trousers, fumbling with the fabric. The bed dips, and then your aching, buzzing core is poked by Chris’s cock and you whine low in your throat.
“Are you ready for you Captain, babe?” he purrs. You nod, clenching your numbing hands.
One hand on your hip, he uses the other to guide himself into you. It’s always a stretch when Chris fucks you. His girth and his length combined are enough to have you breathless, struggling to adjust. And it’s like that now, as he eases into you, you stretch around him with a soft, stuttered moan. Your orgasm left you tight enough and throbbing enough that as soon as Chris is halfway in, he can’t control himself any longer.
In one swift thrust, he’s bottomed out, and you’re writhing on your knees, trying to take him in.
“You’re so tight, baby, fuck,” he moans, both hands gripping your hips like they’re his anchor.
He doesn’t let you adjust like he normally does. Instead, he begins a pace; slow, languid thrusts, deep and harsh, that leave you shuddering and begging for him to make you cum again.
“Are gonna cum for your Captain again, baby?” he groans, fingers gripping, hips snapping. “Huh? Are you gonna cum all over this cock?”
Those words, so dirty and so unlike Chris, make you clench around him, wiggling back on him, wanting him to keep hitting that spot inside you that makes you want to scream.
He’s not chasing his high. He’s chasing yours. The pinnacle starts and you’re moaning so loud, the sheets between your teeth. His cock keeps caressing your tight walls and hitting that spot each time. He’s a God.
You cum for the second time, stars dancing behind your closed lids, clenching around him so hard it makes him slow his thrusts. “Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he moans lowly, giving your ass one more smack, enjoying the rhythmic throbs of your soaked pussy around him.
He slides out of you and the emptiness left behind makes you sigh, but he’s not done with you.
One hand pushes you by the hip until you collapse onto your side, panting. He reaches for your binding and rips you free. Your wrists are red and sore, but you don’t even feel it. You’re buzzing so hard from your orgasms, from the sheer sensuality and lasciviousness of it all, that you don’t even care.
Chris takes each wrist in his hands, and for a split second, it’s not Cap anymore as he kisses each injured wrist.
As soon as he came, he goes. The dominant, harsh man comes back as he pulls you by the thighs until you’re flat on your back.
“You’re gonna make your Captain cum, now, are you?” he asks, eyes searching yours. You nod compliantly, spreading your knees, reaching out to touch his shoulders. “Good girl,” he groans, aligning with you again.
In another swift thrust, he’s back inside your soaked walls. You’re full and you want more and you want to sink your teeth in his shoulder. He uses his elbows to not crush you, but each thrust, now more rigid and forceful, takes your breath away.
Your third impending orgasm approaches faster than you thought with each snap of his hips, and when you begin to clench around him, he groans low in his throat. He hoists himself up on his hands, and one hand wraps quickly and surely around your throat.
The sight of him - mouth parted in a low moan, broad and shapely shoulders hunched over you, that darn fucking suit still on him while he pounds into you - are enough for you to throw your head back and moan. It gives more access for Chris to squeeze his fingers around your neck, hips snapping so hard that you’re bouncing up the bed.
He knows you’re about to cum, and when your walls are tight enough for him to join you in your ecstasy, he brings his thumb to your clit and the pressure is enough for you to erupt.
Chris’s hips stutter while you clench impossibly tight around him. Your eyes close and your body hums with pleasure, as Chris gives one last harsh thrust before he spills into you, groaning low in his chest.
You’re barely aware of the aftermath. When your senses come back from three fucking orgasms, Chris is laying on his back beside you, breathless, sweat shining on his forehead.
“That was - God, baby that was so fucking good,” he breathes behind closed lids. He’s smiling, and so are you.
“It must be so hot in that suit,” you breathe back, searching for his hand on the bed. He takes yours and brings your knuckles to his mouth.
“You have no fucking idea,” he answers with a chuckle, lingering his mouth on your knuckles.
You smirk. “Shower?”
Chris laughs, but slowly turns his head to you. “Give me five minutes.”
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Holiday Spirit (ObeyMe! Fic)
I’m feeling in a christmasy mood for the first time in, well, years, and feel like we all need a bit of chaotic joy at the moment ^.^ (I may have had a few, maybe more than a few, whiskey and cokes so this may not be as good as I think it is haha (￣▽￣)" )
Warnings: None, this is just some brother fluff/existence fic.
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It was hard to tell the changing in seasons in Devildom, mainly because there were no seasons, but the flakes of ash that fell from the sky every now and again gave MC an idea of what time of year it was. In recent years, it hadn’t even snowed where they lived on Earth, so this was the next best thing. But, even as that specific spirit blossomed within them, no one in Devildom seemed to take notice of the calendar, even if it wasn’t the same as MC was used to.
Luckily, however, MC still had their music thanks to their trusty DDD. Whether they were getting ready for school, doing their chores in the kitchen, or wondering the streets with one of the demon brothers, cheerful- and some a little depressing- tunes were playing through headphones or speakers. The brothers didn’t take much notice of it, their human was already a little... weird, but they were their human and they didn’t actually know how regular humans acted. Solomon wasn’t much of an example, he was as devilish as any of them at some points.
But, it was when MC started putting up strange ropes of sparkling rags and paper chains in the hallways did they started to really wonder if everything was okay. It was too late before they realised all the white and red trinkets that started to litter surfaces in the living room and dining hall.
“Hey, MC, whatcha up to?” Mammon approached accusingly, frowning his brows at his human, stood on the tallest ladder the House of Lamentation’s attic had. Slightly spooked by the sudden announcement, seeing as their ears had been plugged by headphones once again, MC almost toppled right off. Well, by almost, I mean they did. Fortunately, Beel had been observing the affair from a different angle.
“Oh! Thanks, Beel! I didn’t want to be in a cast for Christmas!”
The second that word, or, more precisely, the first half of that word, was uttered, the surrounding demons froze up, sending MC tumbling to the floor as even Beelzebub jumped. Groaning, rubbing their bruised butt and looking up at the duo of curious demons, MC couldn’t understand why they would react in such away. It didn’t take long for Mammon to provide them with an answer.
“MC! Are you stupid? You can’t say that word here! Diavolo will hear you!!” Mammon, almost three metres from where he had last been seen, yelled loud enough for any other avatars to come investigating.
“What’s going on here?” Asmodeus wiggled his brows at MC, now on their knees in an attempt to stand back up, and Beel hurrying to help them back up after dropping them.
“They said the word!” Mammon whispered, pointing an accusing finger as MC quietly thanked the mass of muscle and kindness.
“What word?” Asmo pulled a confused, and slightly exhausted, expression as he followed Mammon’s gesture.
“I just said Christmas and they both f-.” MC couldn’t even finish their sentence before Asmo was clapping his hand over their face.
“Love, I wouldn’t say that! Diavolo wouldn’t exactly take kindly to it.” Asmo, shockingly, looked stressed by the phrase as he ensured MC ould keep their mouth shut before he let them go.
“I don’t see how Chri-.”
“Oh I’d love to see how this turns out.” A new voice spoke up from behind the quartet, everyone turning to see Satan with a mirthful smirk on his face, hand on his hip as his one shulder held up his jacket. He had one book in hand, surely something about the latest potion MC had told him about. This one was from Earth, nothing magical to it but the taste. It was eggnog, and Satan was sure he had heard the term before from many years ago, sure he could make the best concoction MC had ever tasted. He was holding a recipe book.
“Satan, would you please explain to them was Chris-.” And with that, MC finally understood why they were prohibited from saying that one word.
“OoOOhhhhHHhh, you think I’m saying Christ.” Everyone, excluding MC and Satan, went into a frenzy at their true pronunciation of the name. It didn’t calm down until a booming voice instructed everyone to stop.
Turning around, the five in the hallway turned to see two very tall, and one a little shorter, statues of men. Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos at his side.
“What is the meaning of this racket?” Lucifer sneered, trying his best to kee his composure in front of the prince. Mammon was visibly sweating, Beelzebub so very hungry from the sudden franticness of the situation, and Asmo trying his very best not to seem affected by the word. He didn’t like losing his cool, but this was a situation he did not expect to find himself in. MC, their MC, saying that name- in their house?! He never imagined it.
“Ah, MC, I see you standing putting up your decorations! Doesn’t the place look cheery.” Diavolo smiled up at the piece of tinsel hanging from the rafters, one end swinging back and forth, waiting to be taped up. “Barbatos, you should help them. We can’t have MC falling and hurting themself.”
“Wait! You let this happen?!” Mammon awed at the nerve of the prince, looking up at what must be some sort of religious hanging. He didn’t really remember what humans did for God, but he was sure this must be new.
“Why not? MC explained to me the holiday doesn’t mean the same thing for all humans, some don’t even associate it with Christ, so what’s the harm?” Although his tone faltered on the certain word, Diavolo seemed as happy as ever to accomodate the human’s traditions. It may have been because Christmas was usually celebrated for Christ’s death, but lets just let that slide for now...
With that, MC had a lot of explaining to do. At first, they used the time to rope the brothers into helping them put up the decorations. With a lot more hands, and on Beelzebub’s shoulders, the halls of the dorm were decked much quicker than they would have if MC had tried on their own.
“So... You use Chr-... Ma-... The holiday to connect with your friends and family?” Mammon, not being able to say any part of the word without a shiver running up his back, trully tried to understand the meaning behind Christmas.
“That’s what it used to be about. Although, in recent years it mainly been about being with my friends. I don’t have a lot of family to celebrate with nowadays. But, for others, its mainly about presents and food. Oh, and not to mention the songs.” Not wanting to dampen the mood with their everyday life, MC started to list off all the joys of Christmas they remembered. Their mouth started to water at the memories of roast dinners and yorkshire puddings. The familiar popping of Christmas crackers echoed somewhere in the background of chattering as the brothers discussed their favourite parts of what the holiday sounds like. MC laughed remembering the static those flimsy paper hats would cause with your hair, making it stand up like a crazed scientist.
“Oh, and snow’s the best part. My friends and I used to go to a hill near our home and sledge down it. I almost broke my arm once when I crashed into a tree!” Nothing could help the cute giggle that left MC’s mouth as they remembered those fond times.
“Yeah yeah, enough about the cold, tell me more about these presents.” Mammon pushed through, cutting off one of the brothers, he didn’t take note who, who was about to ask for more stories of MC’s past. This didn’t put him in a very good light in any of the men’s eyes. MC merely laughed, a lighthearted affair that quickly turned everyone’s attention back to them.
“When you’re a kid, you usually make a list to send to Santa, but he’ll only give you want if you’re good. If not, you get coal. Or Krampus.” It was MC who shivered at the name this time, nightmare horro stories their mother used to tell them as a kid imprinting a fear in them that would last a life time.
“Kr-Krampus?” Levi, who had joined the group as they passed his room mid decorating, stuttered out in anticipation. He knew about christmas was anime, but nothing about a scary version of Santa.
“Legend has it, he kidnaps or punished naughty children by stuffing them in his sack, taking them to his lair, and eating them. Sure got me to behave when I was a kid.” MC laughed, although the nightmares they had were as real as the demons in front of them were.
“Anyway, come on, I’ll show you guys how to make Christmas cake!” MC jumped, wanting everyone to learn the joys of Christmas they had waited so many years to enjoy again.
“Now?? But you said its two months away??” Satan awed at the odd timing, looking down at thenotes he had jotted down in his recipe book. Not that he let anyone else see them.
“You have to let the brandy ferment to get the best taste! Come on, I’m gonna need the help!” And with that, the student council, with a sleeping Belphegor slung over Beelzebub’s shoulder, headed to the kitchen.
#idky I'm feeling so christmassy NOW#Its literally the 5th of november#I better not lose this because I need the joy rn#just pls god dont make me listen to jb mistletoe again TT#obey me!#OBEY ME#Obey Me Levi#obey me satan#obey me mammon#Obey me beelzebub#obey me lucifer#obey me leviathan#obey me asmo#obey me asmodeus#obey me fanfic#obey me diavolo#obey me mamo#christmas#holiday spirit#holidays
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Summer loving - JJ x Reader - Chr 1
Summary: You and Sarah had been best friend forever. Your fathers were friends and business partners, resulting in the two of you meeting often ever since you were little kids and you spending a lot of summers with her on the island. And a lot has changed since you were there last summer. Sarah was now hanging out with the pogues and you were quite nervous to meet them. Apart form that you had developed a small crush on JJ trough all the pictures and stories you got from Sarah. The upcoming summer was going to be an interesting one for sure. (Warning - it’s a slooowburn)
Read the Prologue first!
A/N: First of all thank you all so much for the support on the prologue! It really means a lot to me. I hope you all wil like the first real chapter and I would love to hear what you think about it! I’m quite happy with how it turned out so I'll hope you enjoy it. xx
Words: 2.3K
Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of sex
“Y/n you’re here!”
Before you could register the body running towards you, you were almost tackled by Sarah as she wrapped you in a hug.
“I’ve missed you so much.” She exclaimed, still hugging you. “This summer is going to be amazing. I’ve got all these things planned and everyone is so exited to meet you.”
“I’ve missed you too!” You laughed as Sarah finally let go of you.
As Sarah rambled on about what you would be doing during the next few weeks you looked around. Not much had changed since you last were here. The only difference was, that now, there were a lot more tourists than during Christmas. The docks were buzzing with all the workers and hopelessly lost visitors. It made you feel at home. You had missed the island and all of its charms.
You spend whole ride to Sarah’s house listening to all the things she had planned.
“Okay so you definitely need to learn how to surf.”
“Why? You never liked surfing before.” You noted with a hint of sarcasm.
“Well yeah that was before I tried it.” She said as she rolled her eyes at you.
“And you know who would be the perfect teacher for you?”
“JJ!” She grinned and began to laugh when she saw your eyes widen.
“No way I’m doing that.” You sputtered. “And for you information I have no desire to learn how to surf.”
“Well that’s a shame because I already asked JJ if he would teach you and he agreed.” She announced proudly. “It would be a good way to get to know each other, since he is the only one you’ve never met before.”
“You did WHAT?” You yelped. “Oh my god I hate you.” You said as you buried your hand in your hands “You are going to be the dead of me Cameron.”.
After you had arrived and greeted Ward and Rose, Sarah showed you your room. You usually bunked up together, but since you were staying for a longer time this summer you had agreed to stay in one of the spare rooms. According to Sarah it had nothing to do with the fact that John B stayed over quite often, but you didn’t buy her bullshit.
“It’s fine Sarah. I get it. You just need to get your John D.” You joked and quickly dodged the hand that came flying to your head.
“Excuse you! At least I’m getting some.” She replied before giving you a wink and disappearing down the hall.
“I’ll be in my room if you need me. We’re leaving at six tonight, don’t be late.” She shouted before you heard her door fall into the lock.
You were going to meet the others at The Wrack, the restaurant owned by Kiera’s parents, for dinner, giving you the afternoon to unpack all of your things and settle in. Your room was situated next to Sarah’s with a bathroom the two of you shared on the opposite side of the hallway.
You plopped onto the bed for a second before you got to work putting away all of your things. After you were done you decided to take a quick shower and get ready before you guys would leave for dinner.
Just before six Sarah barged into you room.
“You ready Y/N?” She asked you.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You replied with a small smile.
“Lets go then.”
You had decided to walk to the restaurant since you were going to John B’s afterwards for your ‘welcome party’ and you had agreed to spend the night there. That way you wouldn’t have to worry about getting home after drinking.
When The Wreck came in to sight you unconsciously slowed down. Your nerves suddenly taking over. What if they would not like you. You would ruin the whole summer for everyone. Your mind was already making up every possible scenario how you would screw everything up when Sara took your hand and gave you a reassuring squeeze. She knew how nervous you were to meet the crew.
“It’s alright Y/N.” She said as she gave you a smile and pulled you to the entrance. The restaurant was packed with customers and you and Sarah had to squeeze your way past the people waiting to be too seated, excusing yourself but still earning some dirty looks from them. John B spotted the two of you coming in and waved to get you attention.
“Over here!” He shouted, quickly being shushed by Kiera before she shot her dad an apologetic look.
You walked over to the table and Sarah introduced you to the group.
“Y/N the crew, the crew Y/N.” She said as she gestured between you and them. She quickly gave John B a kiss before plopping down on the empty seat next to him.
“Nice to meet and re-meet all of you.” You joked, earning yourself a laugh from the group sitting at the table.
“It good to see you again Y/N.” Kiera smiled at you and patted the seat next to her “Come sit.”
You sat down between her and Pope, John B sitting across form you. Pope gently nudged you shoulder once you were seated.
“Long time no see.” He said with a smile on his face.
“Yeah it is good te be back.” You smiled back.
Opposite from Pope JJ scraped his throat to get your attention.
“Well, since apparently I’m the only one you’ve never met, I’m JJ.” He said while stretching out his hand to shake yours.
“Nice to finally meet you JJ, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You grinned.
“Okay now that everyone’s introduced, the most important part of this evening.” John B said with a smirk “What are we going to eat?”
The rest of the dinner went by smoothly and you were surprised how easily the group absorbed you. It started with you and John B bonding over your love for cheesy fries and within half an hour you were all talking and laughing together. As you had promised yourself, you made sure to tell some embarrassing story’s about Sarah from when you were younger to get your revenge on her.
You were laughing at one of JJ story’s about him working as a busboy with an enormous hangover and you felt this was your moment to strike.
“You know that makes me think of the first time Sarah and I convinced the bartender we were allowed to drink at some business event from our parents.” You laughed.
Sarah’s head immediately snapped your way.
“Y/N don’t you da..” She threatened you but was quickly muffled by John B’s hand in front of her mouth.
“Halfway through the evening she somehow lost one of her heels and ended up limping around like an idiot before throwing up in one of the bushes.” You continued regardless of Sarah and making everyone but her burst laughing.
“You know Y/N,” JJ laughed “you are exactly what we needed. These are the stories we never hear from Sarah.”
His comment made you smile way too hard and you felt the butterflies come alive in your stomach. You surely had it bad for this boy.
“Okay guys I think it is time to go now.” Sarah proposed, cheeks red form embarrassment.
“You wish is my command, Cinderella” JJ joked before quickly making his way to the exit of the restaurant and blowing a kiss to Sarah as she flipped him off.
The rest of the crew followed him to the van while you and Sarah stayed behind to pay, since you insisted on paying this time.
“You really have a death wish now do you Y/N.” Sarah joked and poked you in your side, making you jump.
“What can I say, I could not not tell them this amazing story.” You smirked at her.
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The ride to John B was not long, but with six people in the van is was a little cramped. Pope had called shotgun, which left you, Kiera, Sarah and JJ seated in the back. When you entered pretty much all the seating space was taken. You stood there a little hopeless before JJ noticed you.
“You know you can sit on my lap if you want.” He said and wiggled his eyebrows. Leaving you speechless for a second. You were starting to turn red as you opened and closed your mouth trying to find something to say.
“I euh..”
“Kidding Y/N, I’ll scoot over.” He said laughing.
“Oh my god can you keep it in your pants for once Maybank” Kiera jokingly complained.
You seated yourself in the narrow space next to him, being squeezed between him and the side of the van, your cheeks still red with embarrassment.
During the ride you tried not to focus too much on how you body was pressed to JJ. Your shoulders and thighs were touching and every time the van sped up you got pressed together even more. JJ did not seem to notice, as he was talking with Sarah, but you could not help yourself. Your heart was definitely racing harder than usual.
When you looked out of the window you noticed how the houses you passed seemed to get smaller and less comfortable with every passing minute. You had never really been to this side of the island before and it felt like a whole new world opened up to you. The reality outside of Figure Eight.
John B rolled into the driveway and everyone made their way over to the house to plop down on the porch. Kiera went inside to get drinks and handed them to everyone.
As Sarah opened her beer, she raised it to make a toast.
“To the newest member of the crew, Y/N!”
“To Y/N!” Everyone echoed and that was the beginning.
The evening started with one of JJ stupid drinking games to, according to him, ‘get things going’.
“Okay so if you roll 1, 3 or 5 you drink that many sips and if you roll 2, 4 or 6 you get to choose who has to drink the amount of sips.” He explained as if it was one of the most difficult games known to humans.
“So basically you just drink a lot?” You remarked.
“Yeah that’s the idea smart ass.” He pointed out. “We’re here to gave a good time, not a long one.”
The game went on for way too long, until Kiera accidentally dropped the dice between the planks of the wooden deck and you were forced to stop. By that time everyone was pretty drunk already and it was getting quite late. John B and Sarah had gone into the house to ‘get some more to drink’, but when JJ went to check on them he shut the door as soon as he opened it.
“Jeez get a room already.” He grumbled before sitting back down with the rest.
“Fuck of JJ.” you heard John B form inside “You’re just jealous.” Followed by a giggle form Sarah and the slamming of a door.
“Thats my que.” Pope cringed and got up. “Good night everyone see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah I’m leaving too.” Kiera said and got her things to follow Pope. “Bye guys.”
“Be safe! Use protection!” JJ shouted to them as they walked away, causing Kiera to flip him off before they disappeared into the night.
Now that they were gone, you realised how tired you actually were. It had been a long day and you were ready to roll into bed.
“Allright I’m going to bed too.” You yawned and got up to walk into the house.
“Wait you’re sleeping here too?” JJ questioned you surprised.
“Yeah?” You answered not understanding what the problem was. “Sarah said I could sleep on the pull out.”
“Well I’m staying over too.” He explained but due to the alcohol in your system in took a while before you realised what he meant.
‘Oh..” Was all you could bring out.
��It’s alright I’ll just sleep in one of the hammocks.” JJ said with a timid smile already getting up.
“No, no it’s alright.” You said as you reached for his arm to stop him “We’ll just share the bed. You can’t sleep outside.”
“If you don’t mind.” He smiled. “Otherwise I can always sleep on the floor.”
“No it’s fine JJ.” You assured him.
The both of you went inside and got ready for bed. Sarah had dropped off some stuff you could borrow from her earlier today, to make sure you could change into something more comfortable and brush your teeth. When you walked out of the bathroom JJ was already lying on the bed scrolling trough is phone. He was just wearing some short sweatpants that he apparently had lying around and you took a minute to admire the view.
“Take a picture, I’ll last longer.” He quipped as he put his phone aside to look at you.
When you realised he caught you staring you felt your cheeks turning red. You quickly switched off the light so he wouldn’t notice and made your way over to the bed and got in.
You laid awkwardly next to each other for a moment before you forced yourself to get over it and focus on getting some actual sleep.
“Goodnight JJ.” You whispered as you turned to your side, your back facing him.
“Goodnight.” He whispered back.
You felt the blanket shift as he turned as well and within minutes you heard his breath steadying. You could feel the heat his body radiated against your back and you were surprised how comforting it felt. Of course you had shared a bed with someone before, but this time felt different and before you knew it you felt yourself drifting off into a deep sleep.
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A/N: IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!!!! heres an early present!╰ (*´︶`*)╯♡ actually not early for some but mehhh MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES! ~ kuri
White Christmas includes TWO CharacterxFem!Reader fics featuring an MxM character ship!!! Both pairings are listed at the beginning of the story.
Pairing: Furuya Satoru x Fem!Reader [ft. HaruSawa]
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,054
“Good morning, Satoru,” you mumbled as you stretched out your arms and turned onto your side to face him, “Merry Chr—” To your surprise, the other half of the bed was empty, though it was still a little warm, meaning he hadn’t gotten up too long ago. Flinging the sheets off, you hopped out of bed to search the small house for your boyfriend.
“Satoru?” you called as you walked down the hall and made your way out to the kitchen and living room, but nothing; he was nowhere to be seen. Where’d he wander off to this time… you thought to yourself, shaking your head knowing that he was sometimes in his own little world inside his head. Glancing by the front door, you noticed his shoes were gone and so, you assumed he had gone out for a walk or something of the sort. Rushing back to the bedroom, you changed into appropriate attire for winter and made your way outside.
Snow?! Your eyes grew wide as you opened the door seeing the fluffy, whiteness covering the ground. Reaching down to touch it, you realized it was freshly fallen, probably from just before you woke up if you had to guess, and that’s more than likely the reason Furuya had gone out, given he’s always been fond of cold weather.
“Satoru!” you called again as you stepped out into the snow. Thankfully, it wasn’t terribly deep, so you had no problem walking through it as you quickly panned the vast front yard for your missing boyfriend, but unfortunately, he was still nowhere to be seen. I swear I’ll kill him when I find him… you thought as you made your way even further out, desperate to find your idiot of a boyfriend.
“Sat—” you were about to call again when you finally found him, casually laying in the snow, appearing to be asleep. “SATORU! What do you think you’re doing?!” you scolded as you knelt down next to him and shook him awake, “You can’t take a nap out here in the snow, are you crazy?!”
“It feels good,” he mumbled in response, his eyes still closed as he spoke.
“You’re gonna turn into a goddamn ice cube, idiot! You’re not a polar bear!”
He replied with some kind of muffled noise in disagreement, still refusing to get up despite your furious tone, so you spoke up again, “Satoru! Eijun and Haruichi are coming over soon and you’ll get sick if you just sta—!”
Before you could finish, he grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you forward making you fall onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your torso soon after.
“Just a few more minutes…” he spoke breathily, as if he was falling back asleep again.
“Satoru…” you whined, wiggling in his arms in an attempt to escape, but it was to no avail. He had no intentions of letting go, not yet at least. “Alright, fine… only a few more minutes…”
Finally content, Furuya went back to sleep, his soft little snores ringing in your ears as the two of you laid together in the cold, fluffy mound of snow. You swore only about thirty seconds had passed when suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard within ears range, so you looked up to see who it was.
“What are you doing?” Haruichi asked, a puzzled expression on his face when your eyes met.
“Oh… uh hahaha…” you chuckled nervously sitting up and awkwardly rubbing the back of your head, “Satoru was taking a nap in the snow… I was supposed to bring him in but I guess I ended up joining him!”
“Harucchi!” another familiar voice chimed in followed by the sound of running footsteps, “What is i— y/n?”
“Er… hi Eijun… We were just about to head inside,” you greeted, not really wanting to relay your little story again.
“What are you—”
“Ask Haruichi… Come on Satoru-chan, look they’re already here.” Standing up first, you offered him a hand to help him up, but he didn’t want to take it and instead stood up on his own. “Are you mad at me? We can’t just leave our guests hang—iNG!”
Before you could process anything, Furuya had swept you up off your feet and was carrying you back into the house, blankly walking right past Haruichi and Sawamura.
“MUMUMU, YOU THINK YOU’RE MANLY FURUYA?!” Sawamura huffed, watching as the two of you entered the house, “I CAN CARRY HARUCCHI TOO. Hold the gifts!”
“Eijun-kun, calm down. I don’t think that was his inte—ENTION!” Before Haruichi could really protest, Eijun had already shoved the gifts into his hands and picked him up in the same manner that Furuya had done to you. When they entered the house, Haruichi was silent, but his face was flushed red, while Sawamura stood proudly holding him in his arms, making sure Furuya saw before putting him down.
“See, Furuya, you’re not the only strong boyfriend around here,” Sawamura flaunted as he took off his shoes and stepped through the doorway and into the cozy living room.
“Eijun-kun!” Haruichi scolded, lightly smacking his arm as he took off his shoes and followed suit, shutting the door behind him. Furuya only huffed in response, turning away from his noisy classmate to open the gift you’d handed him.
“Sorry, we haven’t exchanged our gifts with each other yet because Satoru went out in the snow as soon as he woke up,” you apologized to the two boys as they made their way toward the couch to join you.
“It’s okay, here’s your gifts from us,” Haruichi replied, placing them on the coffee table.
“Mm, yes, we understand… because Furuya is dumb,” Sawamura stated matter-of-factly.
“And you aren’t?”
“HARUCCHI!?”
You only giggled at the couple bantering before you turned back to Furuya to see his progress on unwrapping his present, a warmth filling your heart seeing that he’d tossed the gift bag and tissue onto the floor and was already cuddling the polar bear plushie you’d chosen for him.
“I’m glad you like it,” you grinned, pecking his cheek before getting up to grab Haruichi and Sawamura’s gifts from under the tree, “Here, these are yours. Merry Christmas! And thanks for coming over.”
“Merry Christmas!” they replied in unison, happily accepting their gifts.
Pairing: Sawamura Eijun x Fem!Reader [ft.ChrisMiyu]
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,044
“It’s perfect!” you chimed, standing back and admiring the bare snowballs the two of you stacked together to make a snowman, “Now we need to find things to put on him.”
“I’ll find branches for the arms!” Sawamura volunteered, quickly running off to find some sticks, so in the meantime, you looked for any other various things you could find to use as eyes, a nose and a mouth. It didn’t take you long to gather a plentiful amount of pine cones and pebbles, providing enough variety to get all the facial features in one crack, and maybe even buttons too.
You ended up finishing the face before Sawamura got back, so while you waited, you decided you’d prepare a little surprise for when he arrived. Peaking around the snowman, you saw your boyfriend finally walking back with a handful of sticks, so you reached down into the snow and cupped a piled of it into your hand, packing it into a small compact ball.
“I grabbed a few different sticks because I wasn’t sure which ones would look best…”
Just as he finished his sentence and looked up at you, you chucked the snowball at his chest making him jump and drop the sticks he was holding.
“I’ll get you for that!” Sawamura yelled, reaching into the snow as you giggled and tried to make a run for it. Just as you turned back to check on him, you were beamed in the back by his snowball, the impact making you topple forward, face first into the snow. “Y/n!” Sawamura yelled immediately after, running after you to see if you were okay. Straddling and kneeling over you, he quickly flipped you over and then pulled you into a hug. “I’M SO SORRY! I didn’t mean for you to fall over.”
“Did you forget that you’re a pitcher?” you remarked breathily, still a little winded from the blow.
“I thought I threw it lightly—”
“Oi!” a familiar voice yelled as the two of you sat together in the snow, “Get a room or something, sheesh.”
When the two of you looked up, a spectacled boy was walking down the path making his way toward the two of you, despite his rash remark.
“MIYUKI KAZUYA!” Sawamura growled, quickly picking himself up from where he was hovering over you and storming over to have a chat with the annoying pretty boy. “Don’t tell me what to do Miyuki Kazuya! I was helping my girlfriend because… she fell!”
“Well, you’re not being very helpful now are you?” Miyuki argued, “You just left her there in the snow.”
“GRR! That’s because you had to go and open your stupid mouth!” Sawamura complained, trudging back to help you up while angrily mumbling to himself, “He never has anything nice to say.” Miyuki followed close behind, watching as Sawamura pulled you up from the snow.
“Merry Christmas, Miyuki-san,” you greeted shyly, still slightly flustered at his earlier comment.
“Merry Christmas,” he replied back with a smile, “If horndog here can’t keep it in his pants out in public, you can yell for help y’know. I would’ve saved you.”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED,” Sawamura snapped back, angrily pointing at Miyuki as he spoke, “I told you the story!”
“That she fell? Hmm… I don’t buy that. She’s not clumsy like you,” Miyuki shrugged.
“I fell because he threw a snowball at me,” you chuckled, dusting the snow off of your legs and butt.
“Oh! Now that sounds more reasonable!” Miyuki laughed, resting an arm on your shoulder, “Seriously, how have you dated this idiot for so long? I could never.”
“I heard that Miyuki Kazuya!”
“Stop calling me by my full name, would you?” he rolled his eyes, giving Sawamura a playful nudge.
“Kazuya,” another familiar voice called, making all three of you crane your heads to see who it was, “Your coffee.”
“Thanks,” Miyuki smiled, grabbing the warm drink from the older boy.
“Chris-senpai!” Sawamura’s face lit up as he ran over to him and gave him a big hug.
“Oi, oi… who gave you permission to manhandle my husband?” Miyuki remarked before taking a quick sip of his coffee.
“He’s not your husband!” Sawamura snapped back.
“Oh yeah? How would you know?”
“Because! If you guys got married, Chris-senpai would’ve invited me! ...Right?”
“Hmm…” Chris hummed, turning his head away from his kohai, “I was actually a little worried that you might object so…”
“CHRIS-SENPAI?!” Sawamura whined in disappointment whilst Miyuki laughed in the background.
“C’mon Ei-chan, they’re just messing around,” you comforted while attempting to pull him off of Chris. “Merry Christmas, Chris-san!”
“Merry Christmas to both of you,” Chris replied with a smile, giving Sawamura a little head pat as he finally released his grip around his waist.
“Actually, Bakamura has yet to wish either of us a Merry Christmas,” Miyuki butted in with a shrug, “He just tried to pick a fight with me while you were away.”
“Merry Christmas, Chris-senpai! And by the way, he was the one who started it!”
“All I said was ‘get a room.’”
Already accustomed to Miyuki and Sawamura’s unique friendship, he only gave a little chuckle before speaking up again, “Anyways, how would the two of you like to join us for dinner? Kazuya made a very nice cake and we were going to pick up fried chicken on the way home.”
“Chris-chan! I don’t want Bakamura to come to our house. He's too noisy.”
“We’d love to come over!” Sawamura exclaimed, speaking for you in the process, “I won’t have any of the cake though.”
“Suit yourself,” Miyuki snapped back, taking Chris’s hand into his own before heading back to the path.
“You’re okay with going to their place right?” Sawamura confirmed with you despite the fact that he’d already agreed with Chris that you guys were going.
“Yeah. We haven’t hung out with them in a while,” you agreed, clinging onto Sawamura’s biceps before following the other couple toward the path.
“YAY! I won’t embarrass you this time,” he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
“You always find a way to embarrass me… but that’s what makes each moment with you so memorable. I’ll definitely remember this Christmas, just like all our other ones.”
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@starknakedsluts asked for female!tony with stucky, Toni’s sharp tongue at the post-mission press conference turning them on. Part 2 next weekend bb to fulfill the rest of your desires ;)
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Toni handles the press conferences. The justification was that she has years of experience handling the press, which is years more than any of the others have. Watching her rip into ignorant reporters and generally make a game of the entire conference was justification to have...anyone else handle the press conferences. Experience regardless. But Bucky could hardly deny that with his blood already up after missions, watching her slit the room’s throats with her silver tongue made him harder than he should be.
“—the next question. You—yes. Were there any casualties? Take a look at the team, WCBS, they are covered from head to toe in pearlescent blood and viscera. This isn’t a fashion statement. Yes, there were many casualties of the violent-alien variety, and if you mean were any innocent parties caught in the crossfire, full disclosure, I did destroy a balcony flower box containing some unsightly impatiens. I don’t intend to pay for it either, not when snapdragons are in season. Yes you may quote me. Next? Jesus Chr—who let 93.9 in here?”
It goes on and on, the other teammates’ shoulders sagging with fatigue at having to stand on parade while the public seeks their dues. But this is just another part of the amended Accords, helping the Avengers cultivate transparency and accountability. The only person who isn’t showing any sign of slowing is Toni herself. This is just another field of battle for her, the podium another suit she wields with efficacy. When Bucky glances over, he sees that Steve’s eyes are just as dark as his own. Exhaustion, maybe.
Except Bucky knows better.
After the press conference ends, Bucky follows Steve’s brisk pace back to their room where they shed their clothes and shower the last of the viscera off of themselves. They’re both hard, cocks eyeing each other accusingly. Steve groans in his throat when Bucky lets a warm, soapy hand fall to curl around his shaft and begin stroking the other man leisurely.
“She loves it up there, letting those reporters have it,” Bucky rasps. “It’s like flying to her, y’ can see it in her eyes. Not flying—foreplay. I bet if we’d unzipped her undersuit and put our palms between her legs, she’d ‘a been soaked.”
Steve’s eyes glitter. “Do you think?”
“Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
They have dried and dressed and gone up to the penthouse floor before Toni steps foot from her shower. Wet, her dark hair is long enough to brush her shoulders. Her skin is tanned against the white of her robe, and she brings with her the fresh, clean scent of berries. Why they’re there must register on their faces, in the hungry set of their shoulders because her mouth widens into a slow smirk and she lets the robe part in a natural motion, revealing a glimpse of her modest chest.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” she asks. “I didn’t know you were making house calls. I would have dressed up for you.”
“Don’t bother,” Steve suggests.
“It’s your home,” says Bucky. “Undress more, if you like.”
Toni grins. They’ve played like this before, and she must know that the likelihood of them visiting her rises exponentially after battles. Bucky wouldn’t put it past her to have entire files on their statistics and probabilities. She’s an overthinker. A preparer. It’s even more obvious when she turns from them and lets the robe drop, wet hair left to drip down her naked back and be caught by the upper edge of her underwear—the only fucking scrap of fabric she’s wearing.
They move together, as much a team here as they are in the field. Matching each other step for silent step, Bucky takes both of Toni’s tiny wrists and draws them back and together, holds them in a single unyielding grip while Steve circles around her to give her a long look up and down. Placing his metal palm just below her shoulder blades, her burning skin flinches away from the cold, thrusting her bare chest out for Steve’s perusal.
He hums, thoughtful.
Toni stands, silent, chest heaving.
“What?” Steve asks. “Nothing to say? You had a lot to say earlier this evening. You have to know what it does to us, watching you rip those reporters to shreds. We were so hard in the shower because of you that we debated rubbing one out before we even came up here.”
“Did you?” Toni breathes.
Steve lets his head cock in a universal expression of condescension: what do you think?
Taking one of her bound wrists, Bucky brings it down and uses it to cup his erection. Her fingers tighten around the shaft as best as they can through the barrier of his jeans, and the friction feels so fucking good that Bucky lets out a groan that has her shaking. He pulls her hand away even as she whines in protest. Good things come to those who wait.
“I think you should put that mouth to use tonight,” Steve says to her. He has a way about him, a quiet authority that can border on the sweetest cruelty. When Toni nods, Steve smiles in an indulgent way that has the petite woman between them absolutely trembling. He puts his first two fingers against her lush, dangerous mouth. “That’s sweet, but it wasn’t a question. Open up.”
From behind them, Bucky can’t see Steve’s fingers disappear into her mouth, but he hears it well enough: the wet gags as he presses deep, the whining breaths she gives. Her whole body jerks, so he tightens his grip on her wrists and pulls her back flush to him, reaching around to take a pebbled nipple between his fingers. After a few moments of her struggle, Steve removes his fingers and wipes the wetness down her sternum, right between the valley of her breasts.
“It was Bucky’s idea to come here tonight, so I think he should have you first. Buck?”
Toni’s expression is dazed as they arrange her on the king bed, spread out lengthwise with her head off of the edge, straightening the passage between her mouth and her throat. She is the perfect doll for them, soft and malleable and suggestible and everything she does is with the gentlest joy: joy to serve them. Her face is faintly flushed from resting upside down, wet hair pulled down by gravity, but she opens her mouth without question at the sight of Bucky’s cock. The sight has his own hand trembling where it reaches down to rest on her throat.
“Hand up, sweet thing,” he murmurs to her. “And keep it up where I can see it.”
The bed depresses as Steve crawls on between her legs, coaxing her hips to lift so he can slide the last scrap of clothing off of her. She’s incredible, spread out before them: tanned and naked with breasts that barely fill his palms and stretch marks like lightning on her hips and a patch of trimmed, dark hair just above her cunt. Steve slides a thumb up her slit (the both of them delighting in the way her legs jerk, the hand not held in the air scrabbling against the bedsheets) and holds it up for Bucky to see the way it shines.
“That from us or from the press conference?” Bucky teases.
The sound Toni makes in response isn’t sensical. She’s down too far to converse, to play into their teasing. Now she can only be afflicted with it, stroked higher by it. Bucky rubs a soothing thumb along her throat, where the head of his cock will soon be buried. The other hand reaches out to draw her raised palm closer where he can brush his lips against it. “Don’t worry Toni, you just focus on being good for us, ‘n that means keeping your hand up unless you want me to stop. Understand?”
Her fingertips wiggle, tickling at his nose, an affirmative.
Taking his leaking cock into his hand, he guides it towards the open heat of her mouth. “Well then,” he says. “Let’s see who else this mouth can take apart tonight.”
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Word prompt: g a y (ty morgan)
"Chris, I - I'm gay."
"Oh thank god"
"Look I - I wait what?!" Darren was shocked at his friends reaction, he didnt know what he was expecting but definitely not this. He thought he had been so careful.
"Oh for God's sake Darren you weren't subtle" chris chuckled at the idea "anyone could see it, everyone did see it."
"You really think everyone knew?"
"Well I can only speak for myself, Kevin, amber, jenna and basically the entire cast but yes Darren every one of those people knew. I'm just glad you finally told me."
Darren ran a hand over his face "Alright so that makes this next part easier. Chris I L-"
He was cut off by Chris' lips on his own, the younger boy having surged forward to link them and Darren suddenly found he never wanted to let go. Chris reached up to tangle his fingers in Darren's god sent un-gelled hair. Why ryan insisted on hiding those beautiful curls he'd never understand.
Chris shivered as he felt darren's tongue trail along his bottom lip and parted them to allow entry. The hazel eyed boy moaned when their tongues met. They'd kissed before but never like this. Never as Chris and Darren.
Shit. Why were they doing this?
Darren groaned and attempted to extract himself from Chris' grip "mm chr- cm on let go" chris sighed and pulled away. "I'm sorry was that too much, you were going to say something about me right, I didnt make this all up? Oh shit have I just ruined our whole friendship!"
"No chris. That was amazing. I think that might have been the start of the best thing that's ever happened to me, I just need to know you feel the same way."
"Feel the same way?" Chris scoffed "Dare I've been in love with you since we met. Two whole years! Can you imagine?"
"Well, actually I can. Because I felt the same."
"You did? Well, I always thought, but just, I didn't want to get too carried away you know? But I had a feeling?"
"A feeling huh?" Darren nudged Chris' shoulder playfully "Shut up." Chris hit his arm back.
"Ok but theres still one thing I dont understand." "Yes?"
"Well if you "always knew" then why didn't you just say something?"
"I didnt want to overstep. And I was scared of being wrong. I was scared of what it would do to us. I love you darren and I don't care whether it's as a friend or something more I need you in my life, you - you're like a drug to me."
"Really?"
Chris took a deep breath, "yes."
Darren smiled contently "well I know that I'd much rather be something more." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.
The younger boy snorted at that "You're such a dork Dare, we just talked about all this and now you're pulling stupid faces."
Darren giggled "Ah yes, I am a dork. But I'm the dork you fell in love with." And he let his head drop to Chris' shoulder, still laughing gently.
Chris smiled and dropped a kiss to Darren's head "Now that I can't deny."
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The Getaway
Character Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus size female reader
Word Count: 1714
Warnings: Fluff, Insecurities, Plus size, Humor, Smut,
Preface: You and Chris have been dating for about six months and this is your first getaway together just the two of you. Chris has invited you to a cabin near Worlds’s End, that is located southeast from Boston.
The Getaway
The sun was coming though the thin curtains by the windows and hid your face in against Chris’ back to try and block out the sun, the bed was too warm and you honestly did feel like getting out of bed. Groaning soft feeling Chris move slightly to get up, you move to get him room to move more. He rolled over onto his back and smiled sleepily mumbling. “Morning baby.” Stretching his arms bringing an hand to rub his neck. “Did you sleep well?” You smiled with a slight giggle pulling the duvet further up hiding your face, mumbling from under the duvet. “I did, but I’m not ready to get up!” Chris chuckled peaking under the duvet. “How about I get breakfast ready, I mastered the toaster you know” he said proudly. I nodded under the duvet and looked at him and smiled pulling down the duvet again. “Mmmkay, then I might as well get up and take a shower… I stink of sex!” Chris smirked leaning over tailing kissed over your shoulder, chest, jawline reaching your lips sucking your bottom lips a little harder “I don’t mind… the stinking of sex ” before pulling you closer to him and kissing you more forcefully. You narrow your eyes after him poking his side finding his ticklish spot. “I bet you don’t.” You say before kissing his again and savoring the taste of him. He smiled and kisses the tip of your nose before he moves to get out of bed. You watch him as he walks over to get a pair of boxers and you growls aloud. And he does a little wiggle for you before taking his boxers on, before he leaves the room he stops in the door looking back at you. “I’ll call when breakfast is ready.” And with that he’s gone.
You lay there for a moment stretching feeling the aftermath from an intense night. Getting up you head to the bathroom and take a shower feeling the warm water over your skin. Every now and then when the hot jet hit your nipples and you gasp softly at how sensitive they still are. Running a light finger over the nubs there react instantly growing taunt. Biting your lip closing your eyes you think back to the night you had together. Moving your hand down over your rolls and reaching your mount you moan softly once you slip your finger between your folds and touch your highly sensitive nub, feeling how moist you were from last night and thinking about him didn’t help on it either. Breathing deeply I force yourself to stop and finish your shower and step out drying yourself before heading into the bedroom again. The sun now shining at full force through the curtains. Standing by the old mirror still wrapped in your bath towel you looked over yourself letting the towel drop to the floor as you reached for your panties. Once you had them on you studied yourself in the mirror. A roll here, and extra one there. ‘I really had to get rid of that, I couldn’t look like this when I’m dating Chris, he can’t be seen with a fat person like me on the red carpet.’ You think to yourself sucking your stomach in stretching your neck trying to find an angle where you look the thinnest.
“What are you doing Y/N?” You jump slightly startled by the sound of Chris’ voice and feel yourself blush crimson red at being caught. “Oh, uhm.. nothing.!” Chris pushes of the door frame and walk over to you wrapping his arms around you from behind you looking into your yes via the mirror. “Y/N, be honest… Please..!” You have a hard time keeping eyes contact with him not wanting to admit what you had just been doing. “Y/N!?” You hear him ask again and you reluctantly met his eyes. “I was thinking I need to lose the extra weight I had, I’m too fat!” You see Chris frown as he loosens his hold to move around, to stand in front of you and tightens his hold on you again. “Where does this come from?” Chris ask with a worried look in his eyes. Resting your hand on his shoulders you bit your lip again. “It’s just…. I still can’t believe that a person like… me… got my hands on you!” Chris presses his lips against your forehead standing like this for a moment before saying anything.. “Y/N baby, please don’t ever think like that… Please?” You smile apologetically. “Sorry”. Chris moved his hands to cup your face. “It’s your imperfections, that makes you perfect, at least in my eyes. I don’t care that you weigh more than you should, I’m with you for who you are inside, that’s the one I love.” He kisses you again and you fell him smirk against your lips. “That you have a nice ass that I can grab that’s just a plus.” He says wiggling his brows and you giggle.
Chris Slowly began walking you backwards still smirking at you. “I believe breakfast can wait.” You step backward carefully until you reach the bed and Chris keeps going until you sit on the bed looking up at him. “Lay down” Chris commands you and you obey still looking up at him as he leans down over you kissing you deeply before making his way down over your body reaching first your right nipple circling it with his tongue and closes his lips around it sucking into his mouth with he teases your left nipple by rolling it between his finger tugging lightly at it, making you moan. Chris looks up at you from under his lashes moving to the left repeating the teasing there and the same with his hand. Hearing him groan you can feel his erection against your thigh through his boxers and you reach down but he catches you hand before you get far. “No!” He said giving you a hard look and pins your hand to the bed. “Naughty girl!” You watch him carefully as the smirk reappear on his face as he moves his free hand down over your body and slips it under your panties and reach your folds and quickly finds your clit flickering it with his index finger making you moan aloud. Hearing him breath a laugh. “Tsh tsh tsh… Oh so wet baby, someone didn’t get enough during the night, that I can have on me.” He added his middle finger rolling it between his fingers madding you shudder. “Please…” Was all you could say as he gave your clit some TLC building on your climax twice you were about to cum but his stopped in time and you whimpered in frustration. “Patience baby” he cooed making his way down your body kissing his way down your body. “Lift your butt!” He asked and you quickly did as asked and he slipped your panties off and kissed your mount running the tip of his tongue over your folds, sucking you swollen bud between his lips switching between flicks and long laps of his tongue over your clit. You squirmed under his thorough and intense treatment raising you pelvic to meet his tongue, the climax was at a breaking point, Chris feeling this slipped two fingers into your hungry core and crocked his fingers rubbing your sweet spot along with sucking your clit, making your climax crash over you engulfing you as you scream out your climax. “Fu… uck… Chr… Ple…se Stop” You whimpered aloud Chris not stopping prolonging you release finally making you squirt. Chris licking up you love juices he growled appreciatively as he stopped. “Mmm baby, Delicious!” He kissed the inside of your thigh before moving back enough. “On your knees baby!” You look up at him and he gave you a stare with dark desire in them and you do as told turning around getting on your hands and knees. Moments later you feel his hands on your hips as he playfully bit your right ass cheek. “Perfect!” He says and push a couple of finger deep inside of you without any warning, making you gasp aloud, and quickly removes them to coat his manhood. Feeling his left hand on your hip again as he guides his length to your core teasing your opening pushing just the tip inside pulling out again, doing this multiple time you whimper and beg. “Please Chris..” He grins teasingly “Please what?” You whimper in frustration looking at him from over your shoulder. “Please Chris Take me!!” Hearing what he wanted to hear he grabbed both your hips and slowly pushes in sinking all the way to the bottom settling there before moving again. “God, Y/N you feel so fucking good!” and you purr in response. He starts moving in and out of you his thrusts getting harder and faster and you move to meet him. You bring a hand down finding your own clit rubbing it hard whimpering deeply at the sensations it is giving you. You tighten around Chris and he growls in response. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum!” he groan tighten his hold on your hips. You can feel him throb deep inside of you. “Cum for me baby” He groans between thrusts and your climax engulfs you and Chris follows seconds later filling you with his seed. Panting his rests his forehead against your back. “Fuck baby, you’re amazing!” You purr and smile. “As are you baby!” You both move to lay on the bed, you snuggle into him as he runs a soft hand along your spin and kisses your forehead before lifting you face softly with a finger under your chin to look into your eyes. “Y/N Please don’t doubt yourself, or change who you are. I love you just the way you are!” You smile and kiss the palm of his hand. “I promise, to the best of my abilities.” You lean in and kiss him deeply. “I love you too Chris.”
Chris’ stomach starts to rumble and you rub his stomach. “America’s ass needs some much needed food.” You say kissing him again before getting up and put a tee on looking at him and grins. “15 mins and there’s French toast!”
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